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blazeofbones · 2 days
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"You back, you're alright"
Tony was always making sure that everybody was okay and that breaks my heart, he deserved better.
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tonystark-official · 9 hours
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hear me out.
you and stephen strange.
Heard. Ignored.
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infiniteeight8 · 2 days
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Stephen having one of his dissociative days when he's been on a different dimension and then coming back and saw a date. The date that Tony's dead but it was actually one of the timelines that he saw so when Tony comes to greet him he went all devastated and full of grief, thinking that he's hallucinating, imagining Tony is still there
Stephen is dressed in sweats, wrapped in the Cloak, sitting in front of a fire, and drinking hot chocolate when he looks up and sees Tony Stark. His heart falls and grief lances through him. He thought he’d been coping reasonably well, that all the self-soothing was more-or-less working, but if he’s hallucinating, then it’s really not working at all.
Closing his eyes, he bows his head and murmurs, “It’s November 27th, you’re in the Sanctum Sanctorum—”
The couch dips next to him. “Look up Ackermann steering geometry on your phone.”
“What?” Stephen’s eyes open despite himself. 
“Patented by Rudolph Ackermann in 1818, though he didn’t actually invent it.” Tony says. “It’s something you wouldn’t know, so the answer can’t come from your own mind, which means I must be real.”
Stephen shakily taps it into a search. When the article summary pops up, tears spring to his eyes and he slumps sideways into Tony, who wraps a gentle arm around him. “Look at you, getting teary over mechanical engineering,” Tony teases. “A man after my own heart.”
Stephen just laughs wetly.
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airas-story · 3 days
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The Confabulation Complication
“It’s called confabulation,” Stephen said, not quite looking in Tony’s direction. It was… disconcerting. Confusing.
Tony hummed, trying not to let his frustration with the situation show. “Sounds like a party.”
Pepper let out a pained noise. “Tony.”
Tony winced a little, because Pepper had been crying almost since the moment he’d woken up. He didn’t like it when Pepper cried, but he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to fix this.
Especially when… when he wasn’t actually sure what was wrong.
“It is the creation of false memories,” Stephen continued, still not looking at Tony. “As compensation for the loss of real memories.”
Tony froze, because… because confused by the situation or not, he was smart enough to put together the pieces. He stared at Stephen for a long moment before glancing at Pepper.
Stephen looked painfully awkward, Pepper looked devastated. “So,” Tony started slowly, looking back at Stephen. “When I asked for my kiss and you looked like I was talking gibberish, it wasn’t because you were sticking to the ‘No making out while in the hospital’ rule and it’s because you and I… don’t kiss.”
“We are not together, no,” Stephen agreed. Was he… was he even Stephen? Did Tony… Did Tony actually know him at all? So many of his memories didn’t match what Stephen was telling him.
He looked away. “And Pepper?”
Pepper’s smile was tremulous. “We do kiss,” she said.
Everything felt surreal. “I… I thought…” He tried to search his memories, but he didn’t know what he was looking for. He remembered kissing her, but that was… a long time ago. “You broke up with me.” He knew that.
Didn’t he?
“We got back together,” Pepper explained. “Both times.”
Both times. He only remembered her breaking up with him once.
Tony… Tony didn’t know how to deal with any of this. “We’re together,” he said, trying to wrap his mind around it. He glanced at Stephen. “And we’re not.”
“Never have been,” Stephen said, he still wasn’t looking at Tony.
It… hurt.
Conceptually he knew it shouldn’t. Because he and Stephen… they weren’t a thing, apparently. But Tony was having a hard time making himself believe it. The memories were stark and visceral. Laughing with Stephen, kissing Stephen, curled together on the couch with Stephen doing their separate work.
“What are you even doing here, then?” Tony asked, feeling suddenly defensive. “You’re not still a practicing doctor, and I’m pretty sure there was no magic in that fight.” He wasn’t certain of that, because the memory of the fight was confused and messy. 
That was probably something he should let someone know. Especially since he was, apparently, having memory issues of a different kind. He kept his mouth shut.
Stephen sighed. “You told me you had trust issues and asked if I would be involved in any future medical emergencies so much as I could be. You said that as far as doctors went, I ‘wasn’t bad’.”
“I…” He swallowed, tried to make sense of everything, but he couldn’t. “I’m checking myself out,” he said.  They were in the compound—right? Was he actually sure about that?—it should be easy to get out of here.
He couldn’t deal with this.
“Tony, you should—“ Pepper started.
“Against medical advice if necessary,” Tony said. “I don’t want to be here.”
He wanted to be somewhere safe. Wanted to be in his lab where he could start trying to piece together the truth.
“Tony.” Stephen’s voice was gentle; Tony flinched. “There are tests that that the doctors should run.”
Instinct told Tony to give in, because this was Stephen. Tony always gave into Stephen when he used that sort of voice; Tony had made too many jokes about being weak for Stephen’s pretty eyes.
But apparently those memories didn’t actually mean anything, because they weren’t real. Tony had never made those jokes. It would be incredibly inappropriate to start now. He shook his head, ignoring the pulsing ache that came with the movement. “I’m not exactly dying right now. Any tests you take will only tell you things that you apparently already know. I want out.”
“We don’t know how bad the damage is,” Stephen said.
Tony ran a hand over his face. “Well, if I die from unexpected complications, you can both say ‘I told you so’, but frankly—“
“Tony.” Pepper sounded distressed. “Don’t say that.”
“I don’t want to be here,” Tony repeated. “I… I need to be alone. I need to figure this out.” He ignored both Pepper’s and Stephen’s protests as he got himself unattached from the hospital bed.
They gave in.
Mostly because Tony didn’t give them a choice.
Stephen eventually disappeared in a portal—Tony’s instincts said to go with him, but those instincts were wrong—while Tony fled from the compound med wing he’d been trapped in.
The lab was gapingly empty when he reached it. It was a relief in some ways, in other ways it felt wrong. His body ached—he didn’t even fully remember what had happened to get him into the hospital wing, the fight blurred, especially near the end—and his head hurt.
“FRIDAY?” he asked.
“Yes, Boss?” she asked, her voice was careful and tempered, as though she knew he was vulnerable.
“Is it true?” he asked. “The whole… confabulation thing Stephen was talking about?”
“Yes, Boss.”
Tony swallowed hard. “So, I’m not in love with Stephen.”
“You and Doctor Strange are friends, boss.”
Friends. Friends. Right.
“And me and Pepper?”
“The two of you are engaged.”
Engaged. Engaged. Tony was engaged. To Pepper. He didn’t remember that. He remembered her breaking up with him. He remembered her telling him that he was just… too much for her. That she just needed him to stop. That had happened, right?
Tony had never been able to stop. Had she changed her mind or was this just another attempt at something that was doomed to fail?
Or was the break up he remembered even true? Tony thought he knew why she had broken up with him. But what if that was a lie too?
He struggled to breathe for a moment.  Everything was messed up.
He wasn’t in love with the person he thought he was in love with; no, he was in love with someone he remembered moving on from.
He wasn’t in love with Stephen. That was just his brain lying to him.
He was in love with Pepper. 
Pepper, who he could only remember hearing say he wasn’t enough and was too much and… and that they weren’t right for each other. But he wasn’t sure if that was even true. She had agreed they’d broken up, but maybe he was remembering wrong the reasons why. Because he was engaged. So he couldn’t have been too much and not enough and not right for her.
Right?
Tony didn’t know.
Because he didn’t know which memories were real and which memories were false. 
He just knew that everything was wrong.
And now… now what was he supposed to do?
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ladylokilaufeyson5 · 1 year
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“this ship isn’t canon” to YOU. I, however, am delusional
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redvh205 · 6 months
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Guys, I just found out that if I read a fic on ao3 and log out, I can give kudos as a guest, and when I log back in, I can give kudos with my account, and both is counted, which basically means I'm finally able to give fics kudos more than once!!!
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kyuyua · 8 months
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Nerds nerding
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ktrew · 7 months
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I think Tony likes to kiss Stephen out of the blue.
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emmedoesntdomath · 10 months
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one thing people never understand is that i can and will ship characters with multiple other characters. like, we’re not discriminating here. not in this household, my good sir. equal opportunity. if they want to make out, they can make out. don’t stand in the way of that. love is beautiful. thank you for coming to this ted talk.
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slasher-art · 4 months
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Merry Christmas to everyone. May all your wishes come true. :)
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xenocorner · 1 year
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Supreme family? I don't know her, all I know is Team Well, Shit.
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infiniteeight8 · 1 day
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little habits
Can we have a part 2 for this?
Stephen smiles when he sees that Tony’s made himself a cappuccino. They hadn’t planned to hang out today, but the Sanctum had been full of students and discordant energy, and it grated on Stephen’s nerves. When he complained by text, Tony had offered a respite.
As he sits, Tony holds out a second mug to Stephen. He’s about to protest when the fragrant smell of his favorite tea reaches him. 
“If you give it 45 more seconds,” Tony says, “it’ll have steeped for exactly three minutes.”
Stephen’s heart warms: Tony has remembered, just the same as Stephen does for him.
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airas-story · 12 hours
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"let's get a dog"
"we literally have 13 alpacas"
fluff/crack
Tony cooed over the video Peter had sent to the group chat of the fluff ball of a dog running on tiny legs. “Let’s get a dog.”
Stephen looked up from where he was tossing a salad for dinner. “We literally have thirteen alpacas,” he said flatly. “We’re not getting a dog.”
“We have one alpaca,” Tony argued. “Gerald. I don’t know what those magical abominations you brought home are, but they’re not alpacas.” Sure, they looked like alpacas whenever anyone visited. But they weren’t. No one believed Tony when he said they were demon creatures.
Tony didn’t know where the tentacles, wings, and fangs disappeared to when they had guests. Stephen had hidden the books that would tell Tony more. Tony suspected Stephen was waiting for the abominations to grow on Tony before he revealed they were something mildly terrifying. 
Tony was onto him. 
Unfortunately, the demon alpacas were kind of adorable when they wanted to be.
“I don’t think my ‘magical abominations’ want to share space with a dog,” Stephen said. “They were here first.”
Tony considered the situation. “What about a demon dog?”
Stephen paused. “Huh.” His eyes brightened with an idea. “I have the perfect thing.”
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solid-white · 5 months
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Me, reading a fic with the tag "slow burn" that has 50+ chapters:
The fic six chapters in:
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lilbitofmac · 6 months
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boyfriends boyfriends boyfriends
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kyuyua · 5 months
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Tea >>> Coffee ☕️☕️
I’ve been sitting on this forever so I’m finally releasing them from my basement :)
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