Ohh can you do something with hand kisses and any of the dialogue you want for stevetony?
I wound up forgetting to do a dialogue prompt, but here’s a hand kiss and the start of a new AU for you, nonny!
Warnings for: omegaverse sexism
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Steve is still not a party kind of guy. He never has been, not even when he and Bucky were in elementary school and his mom was asking him what he wanted to do for his birthday (the answer had always been pizza and a movie, and not just because money was usually tight for them). If Steve had had his way, he would have happily gone his entire college career without going to a single party, let alone one of the ones thrown on Frat Row.
But Bucky is living in one of those frat houses, and he’d put in a ton of effort into planning this party, and then all the rest of the guys on the football team had started razzing him over not wanting to go. Apparently the quarterback should make an appearance at at least one party each year, especially after the kind of successful season they’d had. Steve doesn’t remember that rule when he’d been scouted, and he’d been planning on saying so, but Bucky really had worked hard to plan it. So he’d told himself to suck it up, told Bucky that he would only be there for an hour (he was here to study, after all, not party), and made an appearance.
He’s regretting it now that he sees who all had been invited.
Steve’s college is technically an alpha-exclusive institution. But it’s been open to betas for almost fifty years. What it’s not open to is omegas. That honor would belong to the omega-exclusive university all the way on the other side of the city. And fraternization between the two universities is strictly forbidden. It’s an outdated rule put in place in this backwards town to protect unmated omegas, and frankly, Steve wouldn’t care about the rule at all (it’s patronizing to say the least given everyone comes of age at the same time) but getting caught with an unmated omega carries a hefty fine that Steve can’t afford and possible jail time for the alpha involved.
He doesn’t know who had invited the omegas (it certainly wasn’t Bucky, who’d looked panicked when Steve had shown up a few minutes ago), but he’d like to have words with them about taking risks when they’re not the ones who’ll get in trouble.
He escapes into the kitchen for a breather to escape the pheromones his classmates are putting out. The freezer stands as a cool beacon, and he wrenches open the door and sticks his head in, greedily sucking in lungfuls of the clean, frigid air. That’s better. He’s only been here for a few minutes, and he’s already wondering how soon he can talk Bucky into leaving his fratmates to their fates should the cops get called.
”Smell that bad, huh?”
The question startles him enough that he jerks upright, only to bang his head against the top of the freezer. Steve hisses through his teeth, hand rubbing at the spot where he’s sure a bruise will form. His mom always said he was hardheaded but it sure doesn’t feel like it right now.
”Ooh that’s gonna be a bad one,” the voice says sympathetically. Steve feels a hand cupping his chin, turning him back into the light. It’s only then that he realizes the blackberries and cream he’s been smelling since he walked into the kitchen isn’t from some dessert in the fridge, but from the prettiest omega he’s ever seen, who’s now fretting over his forehead like it’s a broken arm.
”It’s fine,” he says hoarsely, his hand coming up to catch the one tracing his hairline. The omega sucks in a breath, whiskey brown eyes going wide, and Steve abruptly realizes that he’s touching an omega. Scrambling for a way to salvage the situation before he gets himself thrown in a cell for the night, he falls back on what his mom taught him when he meets a new omega:
He lowers the omega’s hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it.
The omega’s hand is soft under his lips though his fingertips are surprisingly calloused against his own. The omega completely stills, red lips parting ever so slightly. Oh fuck, Steve realizes. His gesture is perfectly acceptable (if a little old-fashioned) back home in New York, but in this tiny town in New England? And he has no idea where the omega lives when they’re not at college, if it’s as liberal as New York or as conservative as this town, and—
“Woah there, alpha!” the alarmed omega exclaims. “There’s nothing to worry about here. We’re all friends, right?”
”I don’t even know your name,” Steve points out.
To Steve’s confusion, the omega says, “You don’t know my name?”
Steve blinks at him. “Should I?”
The omega’s scent turns sweet with shy pleasure. “No, I guess not. It’s Tony. Tony Stark.”
And, oh, Steve does know that name. He couldn’t grow up in New York and not know it. Howard Stark’s wild omega son, caught in flagrante with two alphas at his old college earlier this year and sent somewhere “stricter,” according to his dad, where they would curb his unhealthy urges. Steve and his mom had had plenty of discussions about parental abuse of omegas and how it was socially acceptable after the conservative media applauded the elder Stark’s decision.
Tony is watching him anxiously, clearly waiting for the other penny to drop. Well, Steve is contrary by nature, and even if he wasn’t, he would never judge an omega by their choices. The only reason he’s even concerned tonight is because of the potential consequences, not because they’re here at all.
”I’m Steve,” he says staunchly. “Steve Rogers. Pleasure to meet you, Tony.”
Tony’s mouth tilts up in a crooked smile that’s suddenly the most tempting thing Steve has ever seen. “Nice to meet you too, Steve. I think we’re going to get along just fine.”
Steve grins helplessly back at him. “Like a house on fire,” he agrees ruefully. Tony throws his head back and laughs, and aw hell, Steve thinks. A whole ninety seconds to completely smitten is probably a new record for him. Bucky is never going to let him live it down.
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for your kiss prompts, i think ""i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me"" has big Tony energy 💋
Aha! I return! Just like before, this is Part 1 of a 3-part fic combined from the other two prompts in my inbox
Hope you enjoy! <3
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Steve had almost said no when Natasha set him up on yet another blind date. He’s been on way too many of those things and he’s getting tired of them. It’s not that the people she recommends are bad but none of them have clicked with him like he was hoping for when she’d first suggested the idea. Natasha is a great matchmaker; she’s set up most of the people in their circle of friends. And after years of trying and failing to find a long-term partner, Steve had been willing to take a chance on just about anyone. He’d had high hopes for her suggestions, though; after all, no one else had seen the potential in Sam and Bucky. But none of them had worked out.
When she’d come to him with another date after the last failure, he’d almost turned her down. He’d been planning on turning her down. He’s still not sure how she’d talked him into agreeing to just one more blind date.
But he’s glad that he did because Tony is amazing. He’s funny and smart and a great tipper, which is always a plus in Steve’s book. He listens intently as Steve talks about his art and doesn’t go so over his head when he’s talking about his own work in robotics. They don’t agree on anything but the big things, but somehow, arguing with Tony over his favorite books and movies and hot drinks is more fun than if they liked all of the same things.
He had walked to the restaurant since he lives only a few blocks away. As it turns out, so does Tony, though in the opposite direction, so Steve offers to walk him home because his ma raised a gentleman. Tony looks delighted at the hand that Steve offers him and takes it, shyly confessing that he’s never had a partner who wanted to hold hands in public (Steve would like to hunt down every person who never wanted to be seen in public with him).
When they reach Tony’s apartment—a much nicer building than the one Steve lives in, all gilded Art Deco and bright open spaces—Tony tugs them to a stop just under the awning.
“This was really nice,” he says. “I’d like to do this again.”
“Oh good, me too,” Steve replies around a relieved sigh and then immediately wants to put his face in his hands. That probably sounded too eager, didn’t it? He’s supposed to play it cool, say something like ‘yeah, sure,’ right?
Tony, however, just giggles. “It’s nice not having to worry if you’re playing games,” he says. Oh. That makes things better.
“So I guess we should exchange phone numbers, then?” he asks. It’s been so long since he cared about a second date that he’s forgotten how this is supposed to go.
“Probably,” Tony agrees and waits for Steve to pull out his phone so he can recite his number. Steve texts him a quick This is Steve, so Tony will have his number.
“Guess I should wish you a goodnight, then,” Steve says, kind of wishing that the night never had to end.
“You don’t think you’re forgetting something?” Tony looks very amused.
Steve thinks back over the night. He’s got his wallet, he has Tony’s phone number, they’ve agreed to see each other again. “…No?”
“I think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me,” Tony says.
“Oh!” Steve exclaims. “You’d—you’d like that?”
Tony steps in closer to him, running his hands over Steve’s shoulders. “Yeah, big guy, I’d like that a lot.”
Well, Steve can kiss him. That’s totally something he can do. That’s—Tony kisses him first, tasting like strawberry daiquiris and powdered sugar from the dessert they’d shared. Steve’s hands settle on his hips, fingers digging into the probably-expensive fabric of his shirt. His eyes flutter closed, his mind blank, existing in the moment instead of worrying about what happens next.
It comes to an end all too soon. Tony steps back, and Steve’s eyes open again in time to see his soft smile.
“Goodnight, Tony,” Steve murmurs.
Tony leans in to kiss his cheek. “Goodnight, Steve. I’ll text you.”
“Okay,” he agrees, thinking it’ll be the next day before Tony contacts him for another date. But to his surprise, he’s barely gone two feet down the street before his phone buzzes.
He pulls it out and can’t help smiling at the message: Are you free tomorrow?
Alright, so maybe Natasha’s pretty good at this after all.
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