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meidui · 8 months
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like husband like husband
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stark-and-shield · 3 months
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Hahahahahhahaha
Peter being a sneaky little shit! 😆🤣
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aurumacadicus · 12 days
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Oh oh oh!!! 37 or 73. Dealer’s choice.
Thanks!
I decided to be nice and went with 73 <3
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"I am getting real tired of meeting you here," Tony said, and he looked just as long-suffering as he sounded when Steve looked up at him through the bars of his cell. "I'm also getting real tired of everyone but you calling me for help."
Steve opened his mouth, but he wasn't entirely certain what to say. He's called Tony for help the first time he'd gotten arrested, but Tony had looked so bewildered and... sort of offended when he'd arrived? Steve had decided he'd stop calling Tony and just call on his less judgemental teammates (Bruce was a no-go after the second time) to come bail him out. He had no idea why they, in turn, had called Tony up to take on his bail. He always offered to pay them back, and he always showed up for court.
Come to think of it, the judge was starting to look at him a lot like Tony was, Steve mused, rubbing his hand over his mouth to hide an amused smile.
"You know," Tony continued when Steve said nothing, and the smile dropped from his face when he realized he'd actually been waiting for a response. "I understand you're trying to... figure yourself out, or whatever Natasha said. I just wish--"
"I am not trying to figure myself out. I am punching neo-nazis," Steve corrected firmly. "I do not enjoy punching neo-nazis. In fact, I very much dislike the fact that there are neo-nazis to punch."
Tony pursed his lips, obviously unimpressed. "The pictures the Daily Bugle post show you looking quite happy to punch them. It looks a little unhinged actually and I am officially asking you to fucking cut it out for a month. I have a fundraiser for the Maria Stark Foundation and I don't want to spend the entire thing fielding questions about your disdain for the law."
"I've never been convicted of a crime," Steve began, drawing himself up in offense.
"You're Captain America. Who wants to convict Captain America of a crime when you punch a neo-nazi?" Tony retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Stop punching people. Find a different hobby. I hear bird watching and crossword puzzles are popular with your age group."
"I'm telling Natasha you think her crossword puzzles make her old," Steve tried again.
"Her gardening hobby makes her old too. Make sure you tell her I said that," Tony retorted, then stepped closer, pointing at him through the bars. "I'm telling you one last time before I put my foot up your ass, Steve. Do things that make you happy--within the confines of the legal system."
It took everything in him not to immediately answer 'no.' He thought Tony might actually break through the bars and murder him. "Okay."
Tony blinked at him, apparently having expected more argument. Steve normally would have given him one, but Tony had proved very protective over his mother's foundation and all the events it held. Steve didn't feel inclined to push his luck. Especially since he was inside the cell and Tony was not, and Tony could leave him here.
"...Okay," Tony finally agreed. He narrowed his eyes skeptically. Steve tried to look as innocent as possible and was rewarded with a sour, "Don't do that."
"Fine," Steve said, contrite expression dropping. "Can we leave?"
Tony continued to stare at him, considering. Finally, though, he huffed, rolling his eyes. "Fine. I sent your court date to Natasha since you broke your phone on someone's face. Please stop doing illegal shit until after the gala."
Steve sighed. "Fine. Can I take you out to coffee? That's not illegal anymore apparently."
Tony whipped around to stare at him again, aghast. Finally, he managed to bark a confused, "HUH?"
"You told me to find my happiness within legal confines," Steve reasoned. "Homosexuality was legalized in New York in the eighties. I looked it up."
Tony stared at him a little longer, then let out a reedy, overwhelmed laugh. "What are you talking about?!"
"Let's discuss it over coffee," Steve tried again, and then, "Or dinner? Whichever you prefer."
"Shut the fuck up," Tony laughed, rolling his eyes, and finally turned to leave. "I'll go tell the officer to let you out."
Steve watched him go, stunned. Then he crossed his arms over his chest with a huff. This was why he preferred punching neo-nazis. They, at least, knew what his intentions were. He could probably give Tony a 'will you go out with me? yes or yes' note and he'd just laugh and say he forgot to add 'no.'
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naferty · 2 months
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Steve: Oh my, look at the time. We're late
Tony: Steve, your schedule just has 'sex' written for every hour
Steve: Yeah, and we're late
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jetblackfeeling · 1 year
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tony, the 3 “ho”s in steve’s life
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aro-ace-of-spades · 2 years
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Does anyone else while looking for a fanfic just
Sees a good one, bookmarks it, and carries on looking
Then like a week later you remember it and start reading it and it's actually pretty good, then u grt mad at yourself for not reading straight away and waisting time
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secondlastpsycho · 1 year
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the only way ao3 could get any better is if it had the line by line commenting option like wattpad
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mojiitoos · 8 months
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Tony : “Do you wanna fuck ?”
Steve : “What?!”
Tony : “oops sorry, autocorrect aha, wanted to say hang out!”
Steve : “Tony, this is a verbal conversation.”
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peteypiessuperfamily · 6 months
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Oh god
I fear Im toying with the "Tony gets adopted by Nats fucked up family" au
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pandagirl45 · 7 months
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Tony: rhodey I use to have a crush on the predator
Rhodey:...tones, I know, you had a plush of the predator
Tony: you've seen it?!
Rhodey: *deadpans* tones, I've seen you naked, drunk, high, crying, in love, and everything else under the sun, yes I have seen your plush
Tony: *bright red embarrassed* quiet gumdrop
Rhodey: *rubs his back* which makes sense why you are into the super soldiers, built like the predator
Tony: rhodey!!! *hides his face*
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salted15 · 1 year
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GRAAAAAAAAHHHH YOUR WANYA ART IS UNMATCHED ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ DON'T CARE IF IT'S FLUFFY GUY OR A GIJINKA DOESN'T MATTER YOU HAVE NEVER MISSED IN YOIR LIFE‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣🗣 SPEAK YOUR TRUTH FOREVER
TY KIND USER CANINE-HELICOPTER i have so many thoughts about waddle dees . so you see i wrote a 4-page explanation on how they come from meteorites but anyways
but the fluffy waddle dee is beads !!!! she's my sweet little girl and she is full of sass and giggles . holdon i have a gijinka of her too
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oh yea babyswag (ft. big brother bandee)
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wolpertingerprompts · 2 years
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Person A and person B are instructed to pretend to be in a rocky relationship so that the rest of the class can practice couple’s counseling. Hilarity ensues when A and B get a little too into it and have a bit too much fun.
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aurumacadicus · 7 months
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Tony walking his dog dum-e, who spots a pile of leaves on Steve's yard and dives in it, maybe? ~♡
Tony funds many animal shelters that he no longer enters because he ALWAYS walks out with an animal he can't take care of and has to rehome. (Dum-E will not allow himself to be rehomed.)
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Tony had thought that moving out into the country would give Dum-E plenty of room to run around safely without supervision. Apparently, though, he'd gotten a dog with the world's worst case of abandonment issues, and every time he opened the door, Dum-E would give him the doggy equivalent of the pleading face emoji. The furthest he ever went was outside to do his business before he was whining back at the door.
So, now, Tony had to schlep him to the 'burbs for walks because he wasn't going to walk around the mud that was his property currently, and there were no sidewalks on the two-lane road leading to and from his house. On the bright side, he'd met a lot of neighbors who got concerned if he missed a day, which made him feel the safest he ever had. Also, kids were happy to see Dum-E, who was a very odd-looking dog as far as dogs go.
He decided that autumn was his favorite time to walk Dum-E. It was still warm enough he didn't need a heavy jacket and mittens, not hot enough that he needed to tote a bowl for water from the car (the neighbors very graciously let him fill from their hoses, especially when they saw that Dum-E was wearing special shoes so his paws wouldn't get burned), and the leaves turning was a beautiful backdrop to their walks. All the greens fading into yellows, oranges, and reds. If he had any artistic talent, he might start bringing a camera along with him.
"FUCK," Tony shouted as Dum-E suddenly tugged, all two hundred pounds of him dragging him forward, off the sidewalk, through someone's white picket fence. He tripped over a rake on the next step, losing his footing and falling face-first onto the grass. Dum-E's leash slipped from his wrist.
Dum-E plowed into the pile of leaves he'd been aiming for so fast that there wasn't more than a few scattered leaves. Tony just laid where he landed, too stunned to move, even to see if he was injured.
"...And that's why we don't rake our leaves between two and three," someone said, and Tony slowly raised his head, blinking in confusion, to find Natasha standing on the porch of the house next to a man who was, quite frankly, unfairly attractive, considering he looked that good even when he was gawking.
Tony gawked back, because what the fuck else could he do. He had no idea that everyone had avoided raking their leaves for his and Dum-E's safety after Dum-E had accidentally plowed into a leaf-covered hole that someone had meant to prank their friend with and sprained his leg. If he'd known, he would have offered to just pay for a service so no one was put out.
"Ow," he finally said, suddenly aware of the throbbing hot pain in the ankle he'd tripped over the rake with.
"Oh my god," the guy finally sputtered, dropping his water bottle and rushing down the steps to help him.
And that was how he met Steve Rogers. By breaking his ankle on a rake.
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neverendingford · 3 months
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along the same line as the whole "why do you need to know someone's autistic before you stop bullying them for their autistic traits?" thing I've seen floating around
apologizing for it once you know is meaningless. it doesn't change the fact that you deliberately mocked someone for their behavior.
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a customer mocked my stutter and I've lost all patience with that so I looked him in the eyes and said "I have a speech disability" and he immediately got all apologetic and was like "I wasn't making fun of you". Bro yes you were. you didn't realize you were making fun of a disability I've spent my entire life struggling with, but you were nonetheless.
just because you don't know you're being an asshole doesn't mean you're not being an asshole. you can apologize but I'm not going to forgive you.
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fearandhatred · 2 months
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reading through my very old unpublished stony wips for the first time in years and oh my god. WHY WOULD I WRITE THIS
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iishmael · 6 months
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Liking horror but hating Stephen King is a curse
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