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fau1ks · 5 days ago
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Link being transported thru time and ending up a full blown man in Ocarina of Time (sorry, spoilers) has the same energy as Captain America being thawed out 66 years later.
No I will not elaborate.
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naferty · 5 days ago
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Tony: I love you
Steve: I love you, too
Tony: My snickerdoodle
Steve: My sweetheart
Tony: My stud muffin
Steve: My sunshine
Tony: My love
Steve: My bees knees
Tony: My boo
Steve: My fella
Bucky:
Sam:
Bucky: Love you, bitch
Sam: Love you, too, asshole
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moodystark · 11 days ago
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Hi!
I’ve decided to open commissions for moodboards :)
My Ko-Fi is linked in my bio but can also be found here
The rates and info are all listed on there but if you’re interested please send me a message on here (preferably a DM rather than an ask)
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naferty · 19 days ago
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Natasha: I really tried to give it to you, Tony
Tony, angry that Bucky stole his win: I know you did, I tried letting you give it to me
Tony: but Barnes put his dick in my ass!
Steve, entering the room: What?!
Bucky, panicking: I did NOT put my dick in your ass, Stark, let me be perfectly clear
Tony: You put it right in!
Bucky: I didn't!
Tony: Natasha was sliding into my DMs and you whipped her dick away with yours and put it in!
Steve: Buck-
Bucky: He's talking about the game!
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naferty · 25 days ago
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Steve and Tony: *arguing for the seventh time that day*
Clint: Just fuck already!
Tony: We tried that
Steve: It didn't work
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naferty · 29 days ago
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The first time Tasha met her little brother she was fifteen, months away from being sixteen, in her second year at MIT, and Tony had only turned four.
She had been visiting her father for the first time after the fight for matters she couldn’t remember. It involved a project, she knew that. A project he’d been working on tirelessly, but didn’t talk about until after the mandatory greetings, and catching up with each other’s lives. The usual “anything new” and “what have you done over the weekend” and “stay out of trouble.” All the while walking the very empty mansion that Howard now called home.
Without her mother to decorate, the place was barren. A mockery of Tasha’s childhood home. Her mother had laid claim to that, to the house she had grown up in, as a part of their agreement to ‘work things out,’ even though they all knew it was still going to lead to divorce by the look of it. A punishment, if you will.
Let Howard sleep in the bed he had made.
Howard had gone on and on, talking about recent breakthroughs and what occurred in the Gala he attended with Maria three feet apart from him. Calculations and probabilities and how he felt he was so close to finally finding Captain America. They just needed to search one more time.
Tasha had heard that line far too many times to count. The "Search for Captain America one more time." One more time had been the one more time seven times ago. She had learned to ignore this and not engage. It only led to dead ends and black holes with her father.
So as the time before, she followed him as he lead her to his lab to go over the project. Through this alien mansion, they went. Passing a variety of doors after doors, all either opened or shut tight with lock and key if the door possessed the ability. Something that should’ve tipped her off from the start, but she was so engrossed with studying this barren place she ignored all the warning signs Howard had clearly put all over. All the little things that were meant to punish the little party that had no control whatsoever over what had occurred.
She ignored these signs in favor of judging the little the place had, feeling justified this was what Howard had to deal with now. Payback for what he had done to her mother. Granted he still had hired help to keep the place clean at least. He still had money to sweep things under the rug and pretend nothing had occurred to the public, but to Tasha and her mother, this place with life practically nonexistent, it was a first step.
That was until she saw him. A tiny body hunched on the floor. Papers scattered everywhere around him. Basic math, or attempts at it, written on them. Tasha would have been impressed if she had not been left utterly stunned by the door when Howard decided to march in the room and discipline the child by screaming at him in a manner no child should ever have to be subjected to.
She gasped and covered her mouth when Howard raised a hand at the child, heard a very audible slap, and saw the tiny body crumbled to the floor. Sobs soon followed. Sobs that should’ve been loud and uncontrollable, piercing the room with a cry for his carer, but were muffled and subdued. It was something awful.
She stood there, gaping, as Howard sauntered back out of the room, feeling satisfied with what he had done. The child was left to pick up his papers, sniffling all through his task. Not a wail out of him. Then he looked up when he realized there was still someone watching. It was then that Tasha knew exactly who it was.
The brown eyes that took after Howard. A contrasts with Tasha’s own, who she took after from her mother. There was no mistaking this was the child, the evidence, of Howard’s infidelity. That brought to light everything that Howard had once tried to hide. That had destroyed Tasha’s family. Right here, sitting before her.
The child was now under Howard’s care. Howard’s responsibility to look after, and also the source of all his anger. All conveniently under his roof and all handily under no supervision.
Before Tasha had even entered Howard’s lab, she had already come to a decision about the child. By all means, she had every right to be mad at the situation. Her family was split in two. Her mother had been hurt. Tasha was left in the middle, pressured to act as if nothing was wrong and ordered to speak to both parties, even though she’d like nothing more than to cut off one side. The side that had refused to acknowledge his wrongdoings.
She was mad, but her anger was aimed at the one responsible, not the one whose only fault was simply being born and was now being punished for it.
That night, on pure impulse alone, she walked out of the barren mansion holding Tony’s hand and a bag of clothing. She left no notice to her father. Not that she suspected he’d care. Howard would probably be ecstatic to have the child gone, but if she was proven wrong she was ready to fight tooth and nail to keep Tony far away from him.
That night, her three-bedroom apartment was introduced to a new resident, and Rhodey was introduced to his new little brother and later, much later, to his brother-in-law.
That night, Tasha learned very quickly that taking in a four-year-old was no walk in the park, but Rhodey and Mama Rhodes were there to help every step of the way.
On that night, Tasha became Tony’s rock. His important person. His parental figure. His big sister that he could always go for help. The person one Steven Grant Rogers needed to go to in order to ask for permission to date him. Her and also Colonel James Rhodes, who both stared down at him, into his very soul, as he was covered in sweat and stuttering for their permission to court their pseudo son.
All the while Tony was there, complaining that he didn’t need permission from anyone to date a national hero and “Tashaaaa, stop scaring him already. Don’t chase him away like you did all the other guys I tried to date.”
“Hush, Bumble Bee. I need to vent your future boyfriend. Assert dominance. If he thinks he can come in and sweep you off your feet with no trouble he has another thing coming.”
“Tasha!”
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butmostlyspn · a month ago
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steve rogers (husband of tony stark and father of peter parker) would get along fucking SWIMMINGLY with Castiel (husband of dean winchester, father of Jack Kline, angel of... Jack Kline).
- the following conversation Is Had:
steve: I was born in 1918 😔. For so long, I felt like an outsider.
cas: man, I feel you. bce?
steve: ...
- also this one:
steve: yeah, it took me and Tony a while to get our heads out of our asses and talk about Us, you know?
cas: do I ever. me and dean were friends for 12 years before we got together. it feels like we've been together way longer than 5 years.
steve: ... you adopted jack as friends?
- basically Cas makes superhuman time traveler Steve Rogers feel normal, which is nice
- sometimes they paint together! steve is noticably better, but it doesn't bother cas in the slightest. once, cas paints jack a painting of a monkey just because, and jack cries when he gives it to him.
- maybe after steve knows about cas' angelic inclinations:
steve: I miss them sometimes, these people from my past. My mother, Peggy... Hell, even the man I thought Howard was.
cas: if it helps, they're in heaven. they're happy...
cas: except for Howard.
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naferty · a month ago
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Me? Shipping Stony in 2021?
More likely than you think
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naferty · a month ago
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For @summerpipedream 
Hope you like! <3 
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Steve groaned as he smacked his very blank, very sorry-looking sketchbook against his forehead. Two hours. He’d sat on this bench, in the middle of Avengers Park, with the most outstanding view of the fountain decorated with the leaves of Autumn. Bright orange and red with the rays of the sun making it all shine. A scene straight out of a book, having taken pages to tell. For two hours.
Steve had tried over and over again to sketch the beautiful sight, hoping it might be his comeback against this drawer’s block he’d suffered for the past two weeks, but no. It was not his comeback and the sight had long since disappeared after an hour. 
Now, he stood here stubbornly out of principle. He was not going to move until something appeared on the blank pages. Whether from him or from some miracle created by magic, time or some reality bender. 
Considering nothing still hadn’t appeared, he wouldn’t be surprised if he stayed long after curfew. Still, nothing short of Nick Fury scolding him to go to bed was going to make him move from this bench. He was going to fight this block and he was going to best it. 
After ten more minutes, he threw his sketchbook out of frustration in his backpack and grabbed his water to drink. He needed a break. He needed a walk. With a scowl, he grabbed his pack and made to walk around in a circle. A quick trip to Club A was very tempting, but he knew himself. The moment he spotted a friend there, they’d invite him over for a game or a dance and he wouldn’t be able to resist. Once he started he was not going to stop and all his plans were going to go out the window. 
Though, as he passed the fountain to head further into the park where the trees were the thickest, his ire grew a notch more and the thought of giving up sounded more and more desirable. 
He pushed on. Captain America was no quitter and neither was Steve Rogers. He had made a name for himself with his stubborn attitude and small stature (for an alpha) long before Project Rebirth. All the serum had done was give him strength and cured his ailments and refused to touch his small stature. Steve’s persistence (or as Bucky usually called it “pigheadedness”) was all him. 
Eventually, his attitude will prove worth it. He just needed to keep going. He’ll find his muse again. He’ll conquer this block. He will - he’ll - oh… 
That - that was a pretty sight, he thought. 
There, under the rustling trees, was Tony. Sitting on a large stone, crossed-leg and working on his gauntlet with a screwdriver. He was focused on his work, pink tongue sticking out in concentration. Around him, the red and orange leaves loosened from their home and glided down. The sun’s rays broke through the branches, bright over the omega and only the omega. 
Tony glowed under the attention and Steve was captivated. 
Sure the omega was cute, in his own Tony-isk kind way, and while Steve found him charming in the best of days, Tony still managed to find ways to get under his skin. One needed a lot of energy to deal with the Stark heir. Steve needed double that as Tony enjoyed teasing him the most. 
This, however, was something else. Yes, Tony was pretty, but Steve hadn’t grasped just how pretty the omega could be. 
Unconsciously, he reached over for his sketchbook, grabbed his trusty pencil, took a seat on the ground and got to work. By the time he even realized what he was doing, he had mostly sketched Tony down to the details of his jacket, the shading of the stone, the blur of the leaves and the blending of the sun’s rays. 
He stared at it in amazement. Not fifteen minutes ago he was struggling to even draw a line. Now, he had a near-complete illustration of his newfound inspiration. It was no simple sketch. No simple outline he had planned to fulfil in order to start combating his mind block. 
He preened at the sight. He had drawn this in a matter of minutes. As if he had never suffered his block in the first place. All thanks to the omega who was currently walking towards him. 
In a panic, he jumped up and shut his sketchbook. Cheeks going a little red when Tony tilted his head questionably at the action. When the omega reached him, Steve’s face was in full color as he hid his book away in his backpack. Safe from prying eyes. 
“Hey, Cap. What’chu drew there?” Tony smiled. Looking down at him with curiosity in his eyes. 
“Just the scenery.” He gestured to the still rustling trees, making sure not to include Tony in it. “The falling leaves and the sun created a pretty view. I took the chance while I could.” 
“Just the leaves and the sun, huh? You didn’t include me in there?” With a grin, Tony wiggled his eyebrows. Implying more in his words. Steve was about to quickly deny it, feeling his hands get sweaty, but Tony continued with a laugh. “Just kidding, Cap. You should’ve seen the look on your face.” 
Steve’s heart jumped. Wow, Tony looked even prettier smiling. 
“Hey, you hungry? Wanna grab something to eat?” Tony said while not even looking at Steve.
The question mostly came out of habit with alternatives to getting a drink or coffee or doughnuts. Tony had asked Steve countless times in the past and Steve always rejected him with excuses of being too busy or having promised someone else already. It was just expected for it to come out during their interactions. A pattern between them with no hard feelings.
Normally, Steve would say no, bid farewell and leave, but this time - this time he took a chance. 
“Sure, I’m in the mood for burgers. How about you?” 
Tony looked surprised. “Oh, really? I mean - yeah, burgers sound fine.” 
“Let’s go then.” He was eager to see where this led.
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naferty · a month ago
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I regret nothing for this.
Omega Tony and Alpha Steve have been together for a while now. They're very sexually active and very open to trying new things. Usually it's Steve who brings the suggestions because he's not the boyscout or virgin everyone thinks he is.
After exploring the internet and discovering a site listing kinks, one in particular sticks to his mind. He brings it up to Tony, who's eyebrows reach his hairline when Steve says he wants to try it out. It's not one Tony thought about before, but he's going to say no. He'll try almost anything at least once.
He gets to work setting up a little spot in their bedroom for it, getting temporary but sturdy walls attached, padding on the floor for extra comfort and drilling in the main focus.
Glory hole.
Certainly something to think about and for sure they've both been thinking about it a lot now. They're a little eager and when it comes time to finally try it they make quick work on the roleplay and get to work on the main show.
Tony is on his hands and knees, ass against the wall and barely holding on as Steve moves rapidly, nearly knocking the wall down in his desire to fuck Tony through the barrier.
Steve is so into it, so distracted, that he misjudge his timing and accidentally knots Tony while still through the wall. The knot comes so fast that neither of them have time to stop the inevitable.
They're stuck now. Tony on his knees, ass in the air and Steve kneeling, pressed very close to the fake wall, muscles straining as he tries not to yank too much. They're both unable to move. They're very uncomfortable and very embarrassed once the high dies down at their situation.
They never live it down.
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naferty · 2 months ago
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Steve, a little overwhelmed with the new customs of this new time and the dos and don'ts in romancing someone you're interested in, asks Tony for tips on how to wine and dine the girl. Tony agrees to help, going so far as to set up practice dates and using himself as the stand in date. Steve thinks it ridiculous Tony would go this far, but will never admit how grateful he is for the step by step.
He goes through intense date training. Attends every lesson on time and writes all the notes. He listens intently and asks all the question. He learns quick. Very quick. So quick, in fact, that even Tony is impressed and calls him his star pupil. A meaningless title, but certainly true.
Tony gives Steve the passing grade, declares him ready and throws him into the world. "Go and get the girl, Cap. Use everything I've taught you."
And Steve does. He takes everything he learned, gets all his best lines ready, puts on his best suit and gets to work winning his date.
Hours later, a very shocked Tony Stark is lying in his bed, very naked and very flustered and with no idea how exactly he got there.
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naferty · 2 months ago
I GOT ONE I FINALLY GOT ONE!! Ok, picture this. The squad is in a battle, like really intense bones are broken and tears are shed. Towards the end of the battle Tony gets capsickled, as in he is frozen in his suit and dropped in the ocean. Steve FREAKS, PTSD and feral yearning for blood kicking in BUT he has to finish the battle. By the time the battles over with Tony has sunk too far down/ or they lost exact coordinates And have to call Sheild in in with a big ship and regroup. While all of this is going on Tony is stuck in a pressurized suit that is stuck. He has a decent or so amount of air and his com still works. WHICH IS THE ONLY REASON Steve hasn’t swam down there himself to get his boo. Bucky may have to tackle him a few times but what do you think all mighty naferty wizard!! I love you I hope you are well!!!!!!!
Whoo, this is a big doozy one for me. The angst. The hurt. The panic as Tony is left immobile and sinking further down the waters. The light his suit provides is a small candle, barely able to light the darkness in front of him. Tony only has his thoughts and his comms to keep him company, keep him calm, as his team works quickly to swim down and pick him up. 
Steve tries to stay calm, he does, he really does, but when Tony starts to panic Steve panics and when Steve panics Tony panics more and it’s this horrible cycle that makes it worse every passing second. Natasha has to step in and separate the two while Bucky pulls Steve away and talks him down. At times needing to sit on him in order to stop Steve from jumping over the rails and swim down to Tony. 
Once Tony is calm Natasha hands over the reigns to Clint, who with his years of experience crawling through the tiniest of passages and waiting patiently for hours as he scouts and observes, is the perfect candidate to talk Tony through this. 
“Take deep slow breaths, Tony,” Clint tells him. “Breathe with me,” he tries when Tony takes shuddering ones instead. “In,” he inhales slowly, exaggerating the sound so Tony could hear. “Out,” he exhales, “That’s right,” he encourages when he hears Tony’s long breaths. “One more time. In. Out. That’s good. Get your nerves settled. This is just another day in your suit. You’re stuck again and we’re coming to save your ass like usual. We’ll be there soon, don’t you worry and when we find your ass you’ll owe us a nice dinner, right? Breathe again. In and out. Do it with me. In and out. That’s right. You’re a natural. Did I tell you about the time I crawled through my chimney, trying to pretend to be jolly old Santa clause? Didn’t work out. I forgot we actually use the thing and it was covered in ash. Came out with my suit all black and the beard beyond saying. The living room was no better.” 
Clint continues on, telling ridiculous story after ridiculous story of his adventures crawling, squeezing, and getting stuck in the most random of places. He gets a chuckle or five out of Tony. Good signs that the man is still there and still kicking. 
Bucky returns sometime later, pulling a disgruntled Steve by the arm. He plops the man down on a chair and orders him to stay put. Steve does with a pout but it melts away when he hears Tony laugh through the comms. 
“Hey, Sweetheart.” He says, feeling hope rise.
“Hi, Steve. Did you behave for Bucky?”
Bucky snorts. “The hell he did. I nearly had to knock him out.” 
Steve glares at the man. “As if you could.”
“Oh, oh, sounds like a challenge. I’d love to see that.” 
“Maybe once you’re back to us. We’ll get to you soon. I promise.” 
“I know you will. I’ll just wait here. Maybe practice my singing. It’s been a while.” 
“You sing?” 
“Oh, Darling, just wait until I’m back up there. If it gets you to hurry it up I’ll sing anything you want.” 
“Deal.” 
They eventually get the signal to Tony’s location and it takes both Bucky and Thor to wrangle Steve in before the man jumps in with no gear. Once the man is safely secured, Thor orders the Agents to hand over an underwater suit, stating he’d be faster than any of their diving machines. 
He goes in, has Mjolnir guide his way through the waters, find Tony and yank him back up within minutes. No one is as relieved as Steve to see Iron Man. Even more so when Thor yanks the helmet off like nothing and Tony looks at the sky in amazement. Steve is by his side within moments, having freed himself from the binds and yanks Tony in for a hug. 
“Never do that again,” he tells the genius. 
“Never.” 
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sirsapling · 3 months ago
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ULTIMATES BOOK CLUB; JANUARY SCHEDULE:
Same as in 2020, All Clubs are going to remain AT 20:00 UTC EVERY FRIDAY (what time is that for me).  Please don’t be afraid to jump in with us after that time though!
Here’s the schedule:
January 8th: ULTIMATE POWER 1 - 4 
January 15th: ULTIMATE POWER 5 - 9 
January 22nd: ULTIMATE HUMAN 1 - 4
January 29th: CATCH UP CLUB / ULTIMATE WOLVERINE VS HULK
If you’ve not heard of Ults book club before, click here. We’ve been reading along for a bit of time now, but it’s not too late to join in. All our January clubs are simple reads to catch up with later if you need to read Ultimates One and Two to join us. Or, if you don't need the full read, ULTIMATE SAGA recaps ALL of them both! Remember, we’re here to help you catch up! (Join our server here)
And as a reminder, we have now published our official reading list. Click here!
Your book club mods, myself, @loraneldin, @festiveferret, hope you’re ready to join us!
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goldenachilles · 3 months ago
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“taylor wrote this song about...” “harry wrote this about...” “louis was thinking of...” “whoever did whatever about whoever...” I don’t give a FUCK about what they were thinking about, now it’s about ME, and my EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE and my FICTIONAL SHIPS thank u
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thiswholewriterland · 3 months ago
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Today I'm thinking a lot about Stucky, Stony and Peggy+Steve... Like, I just know Stucky is First Love Shit™ and Stony is Husbandism Shit™, but what exactly is Steve and Peggy? I mean, are they just What Could've Been Shit™? Idk, but I feel an essay getting ready to be born... (Yeah, I'm talking about the MCU)
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naferty · 3 months ago
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Top 5 works 2020
Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
Tagged by the always incredible @summerpipedream
I didn’t write as much new stuff as I would’ve liked, but the few I did are still running in my head with ways to expand on them and the olds still have much potential! 
1. Stark Holiday (Steve/Tony)
It starts with a letter.
Particularly, it starts with Tony's letter to have a friend as his gift.
It changes his entire life.
Tony writes a letter for a friend, he finds a new family. Steve writes a letter for a friend, he finds love years late. I’ve got ideas of where this can go and am excited for it. 
2. MCU Incubus and Demons (Steve/Tony)
Incubus Tony went out to only find a meal for the night. He ends up bonding himself to a demon instead. 
This is a continuation of the au. Steve wakes up after being found by SHIELD and immediately goes to Tony after being gone for 70 years. A personal fave of mine. One day, I’ll get a fic going. Just don’t know if I should do MCU or an original au. 
3. fuck me (never let go)  (Steve/Tony)
Tony Stark lived a very promiscuous life. It was no secret he had sex. It was on his title, under his resume, probably in some autobiography someone was currently writing and listed on the very top of his wiki page.
The bottom line, he had sex and a lot of it. He knew it. The public knew it. The Avengers knew it.
The problem lied with the people who spoke out against it. Against him. The public. His rep. Pepper. Steve fucking Rogers.
He had sex and he wasn't planning to stop, until a rash and ill-advised hook up with Rogers forces him to.
(or Tony and Steve bond without realizing it. The effects make it hard for Tony to seek out anyone other than Steve)
Another ongoing, but it’s an opportunity to try writing about internalized problems with Tony the one freaking out. 
4. Choice in Us (Steve/Bucky/Tony)
After his father made arrangements with Lord Stone, Tony had two choices. Follow through and live the rest of his life in an unhappy, unfulfilling marriage, or run away in the name of freedom and seek out his own future.
He chooses freedom, and finds a little more along the way.
A gift for Juulna but still a fave work.  
5. Centaurs of Nome  (Steve/Tony)
“Mister Steve!” Peter called behind him, pointing at one direction.
Tony turned and sure enough there was Steve, making his way towards them. Hat in his hand. It was undamaged and even clean. Tony watched him warily as he got closer. When Steve handed the hat over to his boy with a smile did Tony finally relax.
“Thank you,” Peter put the hat on, thankful to have it back. “What a crazy thing to do, Mister Steve. All to show off to a pretty boy,” he said in a plotting tone, or as plotting as a six-year-old could sound.
Caught a little off guard, Tony looked to his boy and then back to Steve. He wasn’t prepared for that comment and he certainly wasn’t prepared when Steve didn’t deny it either. The wild centaur smiled at him.
I love Balto and I wanted to write more centaur stuff. The two sounded perfect together so here we are. 
Now I tag @panna-acida @athletiger @cleve98 @avengersfamilylove and anyone who would love to do this. Tag me please because I’d love to see your stuff!! 
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im moving to Sakaar
ngl life on Sakaar sounds fun af. like look at this:
PROS
the clothes are so random, you can wear whatever the fuck you want and no-ones gonna care
everyone there is just as messed up in some way or another, and from what we see racism, homophobia, and sexism just don’t exist
it honestly feels like its a planet fully made up of tumblr users
you have NO responsibilities, like you can literally just sleep until 4pm, watch a gladiator fight, get some free food, and then go back to sleep.
CONS
i guess we don’t know if the internet even exists there (but if you showed a laptop to Grandmaster he would probably want one)
???????
CONCLUSION
i’m moving to Sakaar
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