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by huiyechen

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inspired by this panel of doctor strange (2018) LOL

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https://www.tumblr.com/airas-story/790732144331882496/httpswwwtumblrcomironstrangehaven77867128971?source=share

I always wait for prompts to open so I can request continuation of this 😍

I admit, I'm not quite sure where to go with this one going forward. If you have anything specific you're hoping to see, you'll have to let me know. Sequel to one, two, and three.

It was before their morning alarm when Stephen found himself watching Tony sleep. The ambient sound of waves—recorded by JARVIS in Malibu and sent direct to New York—were gentle and soothing in the early morning light. Tony’s sleep seemed dreamless, right now, which Stephen suspected was a mercy. Tony had been fighting aliens less than 24 hours ago after all. Which no doubt provided plenty of nightmare fodder. Tony had, for just a minute, died—don’t think about that, don’t think about that. 

He reached out, found Tony’s hand where it loosely clenched the sheets between them. He pressed his fingers to Tony’s pulse and counted a comforting 43 beats per minute, completely normal for someone deep in sleep. Asleep and alive.

Stephen wondered if that would ever stop feeling like a miracle.

But then, it’d only been a day, it was probably a little early to be guessing what Stephen’s new normal would look like. Right now, in the aftermath of an alien invasion was probably not the best time to be defining normal.

Their alarm went off, an almost soothing transition from Malibu waves to JARVIS’ voice laying out the weather patterns and day’s schedule.

Tony stirred slowly and Stephen noted a slow uptick in his heartbeat as Tony woke up.

“Hmm,” Tony hummed. “You already awake?”

“Unfortunately.”

Tony cracked his eyes open. “Did you sleep last night? Or did you spend the whole night counting my heartbeats.”

Stephen laughed, because of course Tony had realized. “I did sleep, actually. I’ve only been counting your heartbeats for the last few minutes. You’re now up to a reliable 48 beats per minute.” He was, after all, perfectly capable of counting heartbeats while maintaining a conversation and having mini internal crises.

“It’s not going to stop beating.”

Stephen knew that. Conceptually. Emotionally… not so much. He had never really considered himself an emotional man before now, but he would have to reconsider that.

Later.

Reconfiguring his perception of himself could wait for a good long while.

“Good,” Stephen said. “And, for the record, it’s not allowed to stop beating until you are at least 90.”

“90?” Tony asked, a little incredulous. “You think I’m getting to 90?”

Stephen hummed. “You’re right. At least 91.”

Tony laughed, soft and amused. “Well, all right, then. 91. As long as you make it that far with me.”

“I’m planning on it.”

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_ long ironstrange autumn nights_

a twenty minute sketch >__<

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I'm pretty sure as far as humans go

I am a hard,hard pill to swallow

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can I come over and stare at you like this?

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well, i finally finished this one, i thought i never would, but i did, and i'm quite happy about it!

it's inspired from one of @airas-story's fics, A Long Death and a Lonely Tower, which i deeply loved.

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You know how Benedict's eyes change colour depending on the lighting? Would you mind writing about Tony noticing it (and finding out Stephen's Sectoral Heterochromia) 😊

A bit late. I was at the renaissance faire today and thoroughly enjoyed myself. (I'm pretty sure I'm going tomorrow, as well, as the ticket included both days.) But it has left me quite worn out.

“Huh.”

Huh? That was… not quite the response Stephen was looking for post kiss hello.

Stephen waited a moment—huh normally precipitated further response—but gave in after an extended moment of silence. “Is there anything following that?” he asked. “Or are you going to leave me in suspense on what has you so confused.”

“Not confused,” Tony retorted immediately. “I save confusion for things like the intricacies of the written word and disentangling human emotions.”

Stephen rolled his eyes. “Poetry is not that confusing, Tony.”

“Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose,” Tony quoted. “What is that even supposed to mean?”

Sacred Emily should probably not have been the first poem Stephen had shown Tony—who was perilously unacquainted with art that manifested in the form of written word. Stephen was fixing that. As for the poem, in Stephen’s defense, Tony had sprawled against him and made himself at home in Stephen’s personal space so he could read over Stephen’s shoulder.

Tony was lucky Stephen liked having a partner that physically affectionate.

“That’s beside the point,” Stephen said. “What was the cause of your ‘huh’?”

“Your eyes are green,” Tony said promptly.

Stephen stared at him for a long moment, entirely confused. “…yes?” Was this new information? At this point in their relationship it should really not be new information.

“I’ve just always thought of them as blue,” Tony said. “But they’re not. Or not just blue.”

“I’m trying to decide if I should be offended,” Stephen mused after a moment of taking that in. “My eyes are one of the things I like most about myself. You clearly haven’t appreciated me properly.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “I appreciate you plenty. And the things you like most about yourself have nothing to do with your looks.”

True. On both counts. “It’s called sectoral heterochromia, It’s a fairly rare condition.”

“I know what it’s called,” Tony protested. “I just hadn’t noticed.” He leaned in for another kiss, before pulling back, gaze scrutinizing as though he was taking in Stephen’s appearance all over again.

“They’re beautiful,” Tony said. “But everything about you is.”

Stephen didn’t flush, even if he was pleased. Not everyone thought that about his appearance—peculiar had been one of the nicer critiques—but there was no missing the genuine appreciation from Tony.

And really, Tony was the only one whose opinion mattered.

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An unfinished sketch…maybe one day I'll actually finish it.🤔🤔🤔

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maybe one of tony spoiling stephen, wasting money on him and treating him like royalty 🥺

I thought of several different options for this and decided to go with the one that allowed for the maximum amount of wasted money in the most concentrated form. 😁

I have no idea if a resort like this exists, I’m just making it up and trusting the infinite variety of the world to make it plausible. 😂

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“Tony,” Stephen said, sliding open the glass door and stepping out onto the pale sand of the beach. “This is truly excessive.” Despite the words themselves, he sounded delighted. Tony couldn’t stop grinning. 

“Excessive is kind of my thing,” he said, following Stephen out into the glow of the setting sun. Technically the beach was shared with other guests of the resort, but this resort’s selling point was that it combined privacy with full service amenities, which meant that each luxury bungalow was separated by enough beach that it would require effort to meet their neighbours.

They watched the sun go down before Tony tugged Stephen back inside. “Come on, we need to dress for dinner.”

Stephen followed him into the bedroom curiously. Tony had handled all their vacation arrangements, which meant Stephen didn’t have any idea what he’d packed. The suit Tony produced for him to wear was gorgeous, clearly tailored, and fitted entirely with magnetic closures perfectly disguised as classical details. “Dare I ask what kind of restaurant requires a suit of this calibre?” Stephen asked, running his hands down the fine material with appreciation. 

“You’ll find out,” Tony said, eyes twinkling. He extracted a watch from a satin-lined box and held it out for Stephen’s approval.

Stephen’s breath caught. It was stunning. He held out his wrist and let Tony buckle it on. “You spoil me,” he murmured. 

Releasing his wrist, Tony leaned in for a long, soft kiss. “You deserve spoiling,” he murmured against Stephen’s mouth. 

Stephen claimed another kiss before letting Tony pull away long enough to offer him his arm. Smiling, Stephen tucked his hand into the crook of Tony’s elbow. The restaurant would be spectacular, he was sure, but it didn’t matter. Tony’s expert attention to every detail was the real treat here.

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When I saw the doll in the second picture, this image came into my mind: Stephen may have been cursed, which turned him into a child. Then Wong called Tony and Peter to take care of him (while Wong tries to find the solution...).

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mlm yay

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Art for gift exchange event!

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Bet they gonna kiss next

rivals ironstrange doodle inspired by a loading screen interaction 💔 im desperate

(screenshot below!!)

THEY ARE FLIRTING!!!!!!!!!!!! OMFG!!!!

it's a loading screen on the krakoa map ..... i can't believe ive never noticed them before

anyway i might finish this doodle if i feel like it,,

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Universal IOA knows what’s up

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Nebraska Stephen comes out and Tony is all surprised because he's only ever seen posh New York Stephen

“There’s a decent steakhouse,” Tony said, perusing the list of different restaurant menus. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a good steak.”

“Absolutely not,” Stephen said immediately, note of almost derision in his voice.

Tony looked up, a little surprised. “You have a sudden aversion to meat?” he asked. Stephen really liked Tony’s chicken alfredo, but maybe it was a red meat thing? But no, Stephen participated in Tony’s burger obsession with mild amusement.

Stephen’s nose wrinkled. “I have an aversion to paying exorbitant fees for a product or service that I can do better myself. It’s the same reason you refuse to go to anywhere but the best Italian places, because anything less than perfection and you can do better yourself. Unfortunately for the steakhouses of New York, even their best are no match for my skill with steak.”

Tony parsed through that. “I call bullshit,” Tony said. “You told me you survived off microwave dinners and takeout in med school. And I’ve seen your eating habits now. Sure, you eat healthy, but you’re not taking the time out to learn how to grill steaks.”

Stephens scoffed. “Tony, I could grill the perfect steak by the time I was thirteen. I only ever got better.”

That was a tougher one to disprove. People did learn how to cook growing up, but Tony just couldn’t buy it. “Seriously?” he asked. “You were grilling steaks at thirteen?”

Stephen gave him a condescending look. “Tony, I’m from Nebraska.” He said the words as though it was the only explanation he needed. “Omaha is considered the steak capital of the United States. Add on to that, flank steak used to be sold at absolute bargain prices.” He gave a sniff of absolute superiority. “I could grill a steak that would have you salivating and begging for more, Tony.”

Well then. Tony slid the menus to the side. “Fine. We’ll do pizza tonight… but next week, you’re grilling me this ‘perfect’ steak and we’ll see if you’re as good as you claim to be.”

Stephen leaned in, smirking. “Oh, Tony, I really think you would learn to stop challenging me in things like this. I am always just as good as I think I am.”

Yeah, Tony had noticed. Why did Stephen think Tony kept doing it?

Because honestly? It always worked out amazingly well for Tony.