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aurumacadicus · 2 months

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May I please request Stevetony and 4 (Oh, can you feel this?) for the Featheruary prompts?

I went a different direction for this one lol

Tony waited until he saw silvery blue scales under the water before he hopped from his perch, using his wings for balance as he carefully edged down to the where the water lapped at the rocky shore below his nest. He knew Steve would scold him, because his people were known to take on each other’s colors to attract easy prey during seasons when the schools of fish they hunted were lean. Tony couldn’t even accuse him of lying, because someone had once tried to come up using silver-blue scales in an attempt to eat him.

Tony had no idea how to explain to Steve that the color hadn’t been exactly right. When Steve had found a handful of blood-slick scales to compare them to his own, he’d pointed out how they’d shined the same way in the sun. But Tony had been able to see the blue wasn’t quite icy enough, that the silver didn’t penetrate deep enough, that the tiny, blush-red scales where his fins attached to his powerful tail hadn’t been the right shade under the silvery translucence of the fins as the other siren had attempted to dance for him. It just hadn’t been right. So Tony had obediently stayed up in his nest, feathers fluffing nervously until Steve’s right-colored scales sliced through the water at high speed, crashed into the other siren, and then blood had bloomed like scarlet flowers under the surface.

At least Steve had been able to eat, even if Tony had had to turn away, feathers flat in disgust.

Steve shot him a flat, unimpressed look as he broke the water, slicking his hair back out of his face. “Would there even be a point to me saying it again?”

“No,” Tony answered, hobbling over to him, carefully picking his way over the rocks. He wasn’t a rock bird. He liked flat land. But people were looking for him there. And he couldn’t be mad about rocks when he had Steve as a friend.

“I should leave,” Steve groused, crossing his arms over his chest. “You just won’t be happy until I find your feathers and blood on the ground.”

Tony tapped him with one taloned foot, prodding him to roll over onto his back. “It’s your fault for not scaring the other sirens off.”

“Is that what you do? Just scare others off and trust them not to come back?” Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Tony blinked at him, brows furrowing together. “Yes.”

“…And that works,” Steve asked in surprise.

“Yes,” Tony answered, tilting his head at him. He didn’t know why sirens had to be so dumb. He respected when other birds were defending their territories. And most birds respected his back! Sure, there were scuffles sometimes as they tested boundaries, but it rarely ever extended to anything more than posturing. This was Steve’s beach. The other sirens should respect it.

“That explains so much about you,” Steve sighed, finally rolling onto his back so Tony could settle comfortably in his lap. “I need to keep moving to keep my lower gills wet.”

Tony considered the feathers on his legs, feet dangling on either side of the girth of Steve’s fish tail. He wasn’t a water bird. But then, he wasn’t a rock bird either. He was a lot of things he wasn’t for Steve. “You’ll protect me,” he decided. Steve was bigger than any others he’d seen of his kind, with a tail twice as long. He placed his taloned fingers over Steve’s stomach. “Just don’t go too far out. If I fall off, I’ll sink.”

“’course,” Steve scoffed, tail beginning to sway back and forth to propel him in long, slow circles. “I’ve seen you in the water. Inelegant little thing.”

Normally, Tony would bristle. He was not an inelegant little thing. He was a prized specimen of his kind. But he could admit that to Steve, he seemed that way. Even Steve’s human half was bigger than him, muscular and bulky, and when he was sitting on Steve like this, his tail seemed to extend for miles. And he was quite elegant in the water, after all, twisting his large body in ways it seemingly shouldn’t be able to simply because of his size.

Steve would probably look pretty inelegant trying to fly, he figured. And Steve always said it with such fondness, he thought it might be a way of expressing affection.

“Do your kind mate?” Tony asked. He’d always wondered. He’d only seen Steve kill and eat others of his kind. Never express romantic overtures.

Steve’s mouth spread into a lazy smile. “Once in a lifetime. It requires a lot of trust, you know, when your mate could turn around and eat you in your sleep.”

“Oh,” Tony said, unable to swallow down the disappointment rising in him. He scolded himself for it immediately. He was just lonely. Steve… obviously didn’t feel loneliness like he did. Steve wasn’t a flock animal, and Tony was. But that was his problem. It wasn’t Steve’s fault that Tony didn’t understand things like that. His kind mated for life, but it seemed they weren’t so picky as sirens.

He probably wouldn’t ever meet Steve’s standards for mating. He was small, and weak, and wanted by humans. He was prey, technically, even if Steve had never acted on it.

Steve tipped his head from side to side to wet the gills on either side of his neck, keeping a careful eye on Tony with each move. “Is something wrong? Your tail’s dragging in the water.”

Tony forced a smile. “Oh, can you feel this? I must not be that small then, if I’m changing your direction.”

Steve opened his mouth, then closed it again, considering. Finally, he started again, apropos of nothing, “My mother said sirens and harpies share the same common ancestor.”

Tony frowned in confusion, glancing from his feathers down to Steve’s glimmering scales underneath him.

“Sirens used to be able to fly,” Steve continued, twisting to drift down with the current. “Harpies used to be able to stay underwater. Then humans started hunting them. They had to adapt. Overcome. Sirens dropped to the ocean floors to avoid them, and harpies took to the skies. That was ages ago, so long our oldest forefathers in the deepest depths are the only ones who remember it. I’ve only met one. My mother brought him food because he was too big and too old to hunt anymore. He had me shaking behind her fins, he was so scary. Do you know what he talked about as he was dying in her arms?”

“Being able to fly?” Tony guessed. He thought, if he could swim and couldn’t any longer, he’d miss the water sluicing through his feathers. Perhaps the siren had missed the air against his face.

“He missed his harpy mate,” Steve said gently, reaching out to cup Tony’s cheek carefully in his palm. “Humans had captured her, turned her into a songbird for their traveling shows, and he never saw her again.”

Tony sucked in a startled breath, turning his gaze away, even though it made something in him ache, pulling his face from Steve’s hand. “…Maybe it’s better that he didn’t,” he said.

Steve just looked at him for a moment, frowning. Tony wondered if he was remembering the first night Steve had found him, half-plucked from the stress of his escape and subsequent miles-long journey by foot. ‘Easy prey,’ Steve had called him, coming up out of the water, and Tony hadn’t had the strength to even be scared. He just remembered Steve taking in the full extent of his injuries before he’d hissed a poisonous, ‘Humans,’ and Tony had passed out face-first into the water.

Steve moved his hand so he was cupping Tony’s cheek again. “I’d rather see you one last time, under any circumstances, than see you one last time, hopeful and healthy, and then never again, knowing you were suffering all that time.” He smiled a little. “I don’t think you’d eat me while I slept, after all.”

Tony blinked at him, surprised. Finally, though, he let out a delighted little tweet and leaned in, pressing his lips to Steve’s crooked smile.

#aurumacadicus answers #iam93percentstardust #aurumacadicus writes #stony #featheruary

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gigacat · 9 months

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Hellooo I'm sending this ask because I'm obsessed with this topic but: Your grandmother learned a different type of cursive from you which is why you might have trouble reading it. The style of cursive has changed over time, so some of the letters are literally different from how you learned them: Pre-sixties was looped cursive, post-sixties was cursive italics, and in the 2000s was a weird either-or of like four different distinct types of cursive. Okay bye <3

That's very true! 83 I wonder why it changed over time though. Like, my mom's cursive is that pre-sixties kind of looped sort of cursive, easy to read. Grandma's was so small and slanted and everything looks like it runs together. The wild thing is, I used to be able to read it well. Like, I'd sit there and watch her writing her letters to her penpals and everything, and I could read what she wrote in her birthday cards. Same with my grandpa and my other set of grandparents. Strangely dad's cursive was a little more blocky, but maybe that was just him... I remember getting a letter from a gal I know from the goat world, she's in her eighties. It wasn't long ago that I got her letter and opened it up and thought it was one long scribble until I realized it was grandma cursive, lololol, it took me SO LONG to remember how to read it, and I had to tap my bestie to help me translate it. CURSIVE IS COOL, MAN

#aurumacadicus #giggs answers #genuinely wish I'd learned how to write cursive better but my school dropped it like a year after I learned it #same with learning how to write a check lololol #I never developed cute handwriting either #I got onto a computer early and I feel like I relied on typing so much that my handwriting went to shit #BUT I CAN SURE TYPE FAST

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zerokrox-blog · 4 months

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Decorate my tree

@a-little-unsteddie thank you so much love!

I love doing things like this. I'm going to tag a bunch of people and if you've already done it lmk so I can add to your trees as well!

@steddieas-shegoes @simplebtromance @halfpintpeach @azreto @artiststarme @nburkhardt @t-boyeddie @legitcookie @xirayn @xxbottlecapx @strangersteddierthings @weird-an @fortheloveofexy @sp0o0kylights @hmmm-shesucks @augustjustice @estrellami-1 @apomaro-mellow @aurumacadicus @a-cosmicmess @i-less-than-three-you @atimeofyourlife @angstymdzsthoughts @angeldreamsoffanfic and anyone else who wants to join I am tagging you and you can tag me back I can write you a cute thing for your trees!

#zerowrites #happy holidays #thanks for tagging <3 #i really like this one #this made my day

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sea-owl · 9 months

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Do you have any Stony fanfic recommendations?

I want steve to be an absolute mess for Tony

Let me check my AO3 bookmarks. Hold on.

*runs off to AO3*

*comes back*

Okay, so to start, @aurumacadicus who is also known as Reioka on AO3, has to be my favorite. The horn dog Steve posts are wild and almost always makes me laugh. Everytime I try to write Stony I try to draw inspiration through the spirit of aurumacadicus.

An AU where kings Steve and Anthony are set to be married for alliance. There's this knight named Tony, though, who is driving Steve mad.

Steve a little awkward in this one. I find it really cute though. Basically Amora curses the Avengers to fall in move with one another. Steve fell in love with Tony except Steve's been in love with Tony.

This one has to be one of my favorite Stony fics. So this one is set in 616 and does get sad at times because Tony is a depressed bitch. After the strain of SHRA and all that followed, Tony has taken himself out of the superhero game and just wants to gain enough back of his shares to his company to make sure it stays with him. Steve now the head of SHIELD can help with that but in exchange he wants Tony to work for him. Steve's desperate need to have Tony near starts out subtle but really shines through at the end.

This one got some dark Steve in it if you like that. Steve just wants to keep Tony by his side is that too much to ask?

This one has one of my favorite tropes, identity porn. Rumors spread of Tony Stark and Iron Man dating, Tony does not help himself by confirming those rumors. Poor Steve is confused.

This one is set in Avengers Assemble universe with some jealous Steve. Steve and Tony made a marriage pact, but just as the date of expiration was coming to an end Tony introduces Carol Danvers aka Captian Marvel to the team. Steve thinks she's Tony's girlfriend.

Steve likes seeing Tony in his things like the possessive little gremlin he is.

Steve is high off his ass when he wakes up from surgery. The first thing he notices is the ring on Tony's left hand.

This one is another favorite. Steves across the multiverse are bombarded by MCU Steve's memories as he travels to put the stones back.

This is set in the branch timeline in Endgame. Steve has a size kink.

#i would more but tumblr only lets me add ten post links #so we can start with these #hope you like them anon #stony #stevetony #marvel #captian america #iron man #steve rogers #tony stark

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the-ace-reader · 5 months

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MOOT APPRECIATION POST!!!

I love having moots!

Because some of them end up being super sweet and you can just chat with them about the fandom you share and they tag you in mutual stuff and it’s just it’s just a really nice bond! You smile every time you see their notifications!

And then there are those mutuals where you can’t really remember why you followed them way back when, but you enjoy how batshit insane they are. Just utterly unhinged. You talk to them occasionally and every time is a joyride but most of the time you just happen to see their posts and get slapped in the face with their absurdity.

Either way, I love my moots. Both my sweetie friendo ones, and my feral blorbo ones! 😂

Some Sweeties: @crookedlynerdywriter If we were’t mutuals I think I’d question everything lmao. Love you friendo! Even if you helped to drag me into the DCU fandom when I have too many fandoms already 😭😂

@lyle-my-beloved Sweet tagger twst moot! :DDD Also meme master lol you should check out the latest post/s on my twst sideblog friend if you haven’t seen them yet they are Cater related

@nomatterwhatnomatterwhere We need to talk again we stopped for a hot second but I really enjoyed our convos! Also fellow Jamil simp! 🐍

A Feral: @ashtifers-ballpit It’s Ash. It’s always been Ash. I’m scared to go on your profile at this point help- 💀

BONUS! The two famous moots that you don’t know why they follow little old you but every time you see they like your post and remember they’re mutuals you have a mini happy heart attack because ALFNFKSLCNFKWK 🥹

HI I LOVE YOU???: @not-close-to-straight I’m not sure why but when I went to find you it said I had unfollowed you???? TUMBLR???? THE AUDACITY?????? I have literally STILL been getting weird notifications from tumblr saying you “just” tagged me in years old completed fanfictions like EXCUSE ME YES I FOLLOW YOU?!?! 😤😤😤 I have refollowed you and am preparing to sue Tumblr for this grievous crime!!! Also I can’t list a fav Avengers or Spideypool fanfic - you have too many help 🫠 but don’t actually stop writing tho please don’t

@aurumacadicus I have followed you since your Reioka days and every time I see your owl I am happy! Your “Amaryllis and Peonies” is still to this day one of my fav Stony fanfics and “Featherbrain” one of my fav Stuckony ones! What can I say, I like the classics 😂 Also your updates just on your life are so interesting to read! You’re just such an interesting person. All your Avengers AUs are insane too I’m STILL addicted to them…

Anyway I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!

💜💜💜

#personal #mutuals #tumblr mutuals

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polizwrites · 1 year

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WI Discord Event - All That Glitters Prompt List

Here’s a list of potential WinterIron (Bucky x Tony) prompts I’ve had squirreled away for awhile -- if any of these are something you want me to actually try writing, please let me know!

Strip Poker trope/AU -- high rollers bring proxies to strip on their behalf - usually sex workers of some sort - Tony and Natasha have an arrangement she indulges in her exhibitionist streak -- Russian oligarch brings Yasha - his metal arm intrigues Tony, who starts playing for keeps. (idea originally inspired by Aurumacadicus on Tumblr)

“Pass me that plate of madeleines - it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.” Yes, somehow my insomniac mind wants to combine Proust’s À la recherche du temps perdu (which I’ve never even read) with a MCU fanfic where Tony uses BARF to help Bucky recover memories

Talking the Talk (sickfic, magic, aromantic) Bucky has no idea why he's been given the power to heal with a kiss, considering he has absolutely no desire to kiss anyone. But he'll be damned if he lets this gift go to waste. Especially once he learns what Tony’s arc reactor is doing to him.

modern!Bucky & eccentric!Tony (maybe Iron Man, maybe not) Your Uber passenger was a little odd, but you still gave them the usual farewell: “If you enjoyed the ride, make sure you say thanks with five stars!” A few days later, you receive a nicely worded thank you letter in the mail along with a deed to the entire constellation of Cassiopeia. (courtesy of @writing-prompt-s)

#writing stuff #prompt list #mcu/marvel #WinterIron

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limetimo · 2 years

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Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

hiii @anemicc-royalty! Thanks for the tag (and the extra troubles :D) ♥ I already got the list ready (I was tagged by @leogichidaa too :D)

Spitfire Regulus

apparition/ghostgulus

Deaged lily 1

regency + ace smut + one night

Djjd

dominoes

Rasputin

Capymama 2

Regulily Fake Dating

Love Poison

The Crew

amnesia AU 5

escort lily

TRANS DANCER REGULUS

Loyalty - memories

fuck this shit im touch starved and want cuddles / angst

my name is "Oh god yes please"

Magic Eyelashes

I've talked about:

Spitfire Regulus

7. Rasputin

9. Regulily Fake Dating

10. Love Poison and 14. TRANS DANCER REGULUS

13. Escort Lily

15. Loyalty - memories

16. fuck this shit im touch starved

17. my name is "Oh god yes please"

but feel free to ask additional questions!

"tag as many people as you have wips" oof

@snarky-drabbles @hpdrabbles-blog @regulusprompts @screamingfae @aurumacadicus @ssnuffles @bubbly-nuka-cola @bending-sickle @the-golden-ghost @oldshrewsburyian @curiosity-killed @ameliarating, @yogirl-willow @cuckooboo, @catboyregulus, @kasjophe, @punkkkkboi @pomarome

#tag game #our queen anemicc royalty

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girlnic · 1 year

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I posted 3,674 times in 2022

7 posts created (0%)

3,667 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@tsuki-chibi

@shanastoryteller

@not-close-to-straight

@aurumacadicus

@willowlark369

I tagged 40 of my posts in 2022

#crescent moon queue - 10 posts

#stony - 5 posts

#steve rogers - 4 posts

#stevetony - 4 posts

#art - 3 posts

#tony stark - 3 posts

#if you like it put a reblog on it - 2 posts

#texty mess - 2 posts

#fanart - 2 posts

#q - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 132 characters

#i gotta say you guys i'm extremely lucky and very honored to have these amazing writers claim my art and write fics about them t___t

My Top Posts in 2022:

that feeling when you want to do the thing, but you don’t want to do the thing before the thing...yeah that

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to myself

to my 5 year old self that did not know what it meant to be a girl who only knew that she had a sister and brother but not that she was a girl

to my 10 year old self that was given make-up and told she should be glad to have it and maybe lets do something with her face

to my 15 year old self that did not understand why she was called lazy for wearing a bun in her hair and sweatpants

to my 20 year old self that was pushed into the arms of men that she was told she should want

to my 25 year old self that was questioned and ridiculed for not having her life together that didn't have a man or child or home

from your 30 year old self I love you I love you I love you you were perfect

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My #1 post of 2022

Came home from a loooong day to this! @not-close-to-straight I’m so excited and I love the new covers and the book marks 🥰🥰🥰

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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miss-kitty-fantastico · 1 year

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I posted 947 times in 2022

That's 285 more posts than 2021!

11 posts created (1%)

936 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@vaspider

@somecunttookmyurl

@the-apples-were-monitored

@cipheramnesia

@aurumacadicus

I tagged 774 of my posts in 2022

Only 18% of my posts had no tags

#other people's art - 60 posts

#other people's writing - 51 posts

#adhd life - 30 posts

#adhd brain - 29 posts

#aurumacadicus writes - 27 posts

#marvel - 26 posts

#original character - 25 posts

#lgbtqia+ - 23 posts

#cats - 21 posts

#always reblog - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 132 characters

#i'm tired and couldn't scroll through my dash like i normally do so i headed directly to aurumacadicus's blog to find today's update

My Top Posts in 2022:

I need an opinion from the Buffy side of Tumblr...

I am introducing a friend to Buffy, we are up to Season 3 (one of my fave seasons), and when we hit Season 4, I will be adding Angel to the mix... do I:

1. Do one episode Buffy/one episode Angel (which is how they aired), or

2. One week Buffy (so generally 3 episodes), one week Angel?

Option 1 has the advantage of any crossover episodes airing in the right order, but that's really only an issue for seasons 1 and 4 of Angel... Option 2 has the advantage of being slightly easier...

Or... do I do a mix of the two options where we mostly do option 2, except when there are crossover episodes??

@herinsectreflection and @the-apples-were-monitored - thoughts?

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I am finally watching Schitt's Creek (yes I know, I am terribly behind)... and Patrick and David's first kiss, and Patrick's reaction to it just has me in tears...

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Thanks to a sick child, and general ADHDness, I got quite behind on Dracula Daily... I have just sat down and caught up, and where are all my Supernatural peeps at, with this awesomeness from October 5:

" I propose that we add Winchesters to our armament. I have a kind of belief in a Winchester when there is any trouble of that sort around."

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Do you like Star Trek but wish that it dealt with more queer issues and was even more political? Then please, PLEASE watch The Orville!!

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My #1 post of 2022

E.T. was a Himbo is not the hot take I was expecting from Season 2 of Resident Alien... and yet...

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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thefanficfaerie · 4 years

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OTP Challenge is here

The OTP Challenge is here! I had a lull at work so I thought I would get this out.

There are only a few rules.

1. You do not have to be following to participate.

2. The challenge starts in October.

3. Try to stick to one couple. You can do a different couple for each set but one set should be one couple. So its like a journey for them through out the month.

4. You may create anything that you wish. Mood boards, drabbles, full one shot, social media edits.

5. You do not have to complete them all. You can do as many or as few as wish.

6. No you can’t combine prompts. Its a daily challenge so a new challenge for each day. You can skip days if you wish. However you choose to take part means you can still only post that prompt that day.

7. You can use existing couples. Have a couple you already created, you are welcome to use it.

8. You can use any fandom you want not just ones I follow.

tags: @tilltheendwilliwrite @captain-rogers-beard @bohemian-barbie @mrsrafaelbarba @beccaanne814 @brooklyns-boys @shreddedparchment @all1e23 @after-avenging-hours @angryschnauzer @annathewitch @avengersandco @aurumacadicus @auduna-druitt @bucky-the-thigh-slayer @dwaynepride @red-shirts-always-die4444 @outside-the-government @evs14u @floatingpetals @heli0s-writes @girl-next-door-writes @steves-on-a-plane @allaboardthereadingrailroad @avintagekiss24 @whiskey-cokenfanfic @sapphirescrolls @mrsrafaelbarba @mrsgoodnight @thatesqcrush @madpanda75 @meganlpie @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan @thranduilsperkybutt @hlkwrites @the-stories-in-my-head-95 @theycallmebecca @k-evans-writes @shellbilee @naferty @themusicplayedherlife @pinkamour1588 @sabrecmc @captainsbabysitter-blog @buckysforeverprincess @buckysknifecollection

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #tony stark x reader #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba #jim kirk x reader #jim kirk #leonard mccoy x reader #leonard mccoy

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27dragons · 3 years

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Hello! I hope you are having a nice day. I wondered if you could share some of the fics you read and reread again and again. Or maybe some fics that a person new to the WinterIron fandom could start with. Thank you!

Oh, boy, okay, let’s see...

I absolutely re-read @tisfan‘s stuff over and over. And my own, actually, because they say you should write the fic you want to read, and I did, and now I want to READ IT. But if you’re asking me for recs, then you’ve probably already checked out my stuff. Let’s see what else I can find.

(boy, I wish there was a way to sort my AO3 history by “number of times read” or by ship, because I’m a multishipper and a lot of my go-to re-reads are not winteriron.)

Absolutely, my #1 most re-read series is All These Burning Hearts in Hell by @dsudis, but it comes with some caveats: 1) it’s slavefic, which is not for everyone; 2) while it leans very heavily on the “comfort” side of “hurt/comfort”, the “hurt” (both implied and explicit) is definitely not for everyone; 3) it’s endgame stuckony rather than winteriron, though more winteriron than anything else, mostly, and all three of them never come together because; 4) it’s not finished, and the author has moved on to another fandom. Alas. All that said, I adore it and it’s my #1 go-to series when I am in need of serious comfort.

@copperbadge mostly writes Stony when he’s in the Marvel fandom, but his Silver Age series is winteriron and utterly delightful.

General winteriron creators that I like (in no particular order, and I’m 110% sure I’ve left out several that I adore but): @potrix-the-queerschlaeger has some excellent winteriron (AO3 here). She also runs the @imaginetonyandbucky blog, which posts less often now than it used to, but the archives are FULL of lovely winteriron content. You can hit up the @starkbucksbingo blog, which is a winteriron bingo, though like all open collections, quality will vary. Finely_Honed has been out of the game for a while, but she wrote amazing stuff for quite a while. @hddnone (AO3 Marvelous Menagerie) is utterly delightful and inventive, and also she recently helped mod the @winteriron-winter-stockings. @monobuu is both an artist and a writer (AO3), and her art is so freaking adorable! Notevenclosetostraight writes long and imaginative fics in whatever combination of Steve, Tony, and Bucky seem to tickle their fancy at any given moment. Others worth checking out: Polizania, Festive Ferret, Wiggle (aka @rise-up-ting-ting-like-glitter), @iam93percentstardust (AO3), Riot Falling, @beir, @aurumacadicus, and probably a dozen more that I’m going to kick myself for not including about ten minutes after I post this.

But that should give you plenty to get started with, and the more you read, the more you’ll see those people’s recs, and soon you’ll be curating your own faves. Welcome to Winteriron, Anon! The ship name is cold and hard, but we’re all warm and cuddly, so stick around! ;)

(everyone who sees this should absolutely reblog with their own winteriron faves!)

#backchat #recs #anonymous #pique queue #Anonymous

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aurumacadicus · 4 months

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Well I lied it's the evening lol. It's a bit angsty which is why I didn't post it on Christmas but it's fine for now probably. It's just over 3K so watch out for the cut!

Tony’s Christmas present was delivered two weeks after they broke up.

Steve stared at it, wondering what to do. It was a painting he’d done, something to try out watercolor with. He’d planned the view of the skyline from the tower, but he hadn’t really liked his work. Even now, he could admit he’d been too ambitious with his first project, colors muddling together into unplanned browns. But Tony had loved it, especially when Steve had painted a tiny red spot flying over the buildings when he finally gave up on realism, had gushed over it until he’d forlornly watched Steve put it away with the other paintings he was disgruntled with for not working.

Steve had gotten it framed professionally for him when he realized how much Tony had loved it, had even picked out a spot in his bedroom where it could be hung. At the time, the choice was partly because he knew Tony loved it, but mostly because Tony was so supportive when he tried anything new. He wanted to let Tony know he appreciated it, and the painting had even grown on him when he was looking at it and remembering Tony’s compliments—how much he’d improved between the blues of the bases of the buildings and the splotchy peach sunset behind them, how charming it was that the thickness of his outlines changed, how obvious his intentions were behind his mistakes.

Steve didn’t know what to do with it now. Their relationship ending hadn’t been… explosive. He still lived in his apartment in the tower. They still worked and fought together. They just… stopped being close. He stopped staying the night. Meals together didn’t happen unless it was a team event. Things between them were… okay. Fine, even.

Maybe fine enough he could still give the painting to him, Steve thought, considering. It could be an olive branch. Steve couldn’t imagine keeping it, now, but he also couldn’t imagine giving it to anyone else, either. Maybe he could just… leave it for Tony, and Tony could decide what to do with it.

Steve still had clearance to the penthouse, but so did the rest of the team, so he tried not to read into it too much. Besides, it was just a quick in-and-out. A delivery, he could call it, if Tony asked. He wondered where to leave it. He didn’t want to just leave it out for anyone to find. But he also didn’t want to hang it where he’d planned, because that seemed too intimate. Finally, he decided to just leave it leaning against the wall where he’d meant to hang it. Hopefully Tony would understand that meant it was his to do with as he wished, even if it was just to throw it out.

“JARVIS, call Mama Rhodes,” Tony’s voice suddenly called out, clipped, and Steve nearly jumped out of his skin. Tony was already supposed to be gone. He looked around frantically for a place to hide, suddenly feeling like he was intruding, and finally ducked into Tony’s bathroom.

“Yes, Sir,” JARVIS replied after a moment, and then there was the sound of a line ringing.

Steve cautiously took a step closer to the door and peered out, ready to duck back out of sight. Tony was pulling his suitcase out of the closet, along with a handful of clothes—casual things, he thought, denim and cotton and flannel. Comfy clothes.

“You’re late,” a warm, amused voice said as soon as she picked up. Steve couldn’t help but feel a little wistful; he was supposed to meet Mrs. Rhodes for Christmas. Colonel Rhodes had given him an approving little nod when Tony had asked if he could bring Steve. He’d ridden that high for days.

“I know, I—a party ran late, and then I had to put out a couple of fires in R&D,” Tony answered, stuffing his things into his suitcase. “I’m packing right now, and then I’ll—take the train?”

“Oh, you can bring a car if you want, honey,” Mrs. Rhodes replied. “Traffic’s not bad. It’ll be about the same as the train.”

“Okay,” Tony answered, harried. “I’m sorry. I’ll be there in a couple hours.”

“You’ll still be here in time for coffee and cake,” Mrs. Rhodes answered. There was a long pause as Tony scrambled over to grab his underwear and socks, but finally, softly, she asked, “And… your beau? Steve? Is he coming with you or arriving separately?”

Steve dropped the painting he was still holding in shock. Luckily, Tony shut the drawer of his dresser loudly at the same time, so he didn’t notice. Mrs. Rhodes still thought he was coming? Tony hadn’t told her they’d broken up? They’d split just after Thanksgiving. He’d had weeks to tell her.

“…Steve…” Tony began, and his knuckles had gone white where he was gripping his underwear. He hesitated, then straightened his shoulders, expression flat. “Steve was called away on a mission.”

Steve gaped at him. That was a bald-faced lie. He was not on a mission. They were broken up.

“Oh, honey, it’s Christmas,” Mrs. Rhodes sighed.

“Hydra doesn’t take holidays,” Tony insisted. “He wouldn’t have gone, but it was really important. He wanted to come to meet you, Mama.”

“Hmm,” Mrs. Rhodes responded, clearly not believing it. “Well. Jim will be very disappointed. He wanted to see if Steve fit on the hide-a-bed.”

Tony let out a bark of reluctant laughter, face falling. “Yeah,” he said, rubbing a hand over his face. He looked miserable. “Well. He said he’d try to make it in time for your New Years Eve party.”

“If he doesn’t make it, there’s always the fourth of July,” Mrs. Rhodes answered, kind and putout somehow at the same time. “And before you say anything, I know it’s his birthday. I could make him a cake!”

“He likes strawberry rhubarb pie better,” Tony said, walking over to stuff his underwear into his suitcase. “Mama, I’m gonna get on the road. I’ll see you soon.”

“I’ll hide a slice of cake with a carrot decoration from Carol for you,” Mrs. Rhodes assured him, and then, “Drive safely, honey.”

“I’m Iron Man. I’m not gonna die on the I-95,” Tony grumbled.

“Drive safely,” Mrs. Rhodes repeated, in that way that all mothers did when their children were being sassy and they had no patience for it.

“Yes’m,” Tony answered obediently, and his shoulders sagged as the call clicked off.

Steve sank back into the bathroom, mind whirling at the fact that Tony hadn’t told what was, ostensibly, his family about their breakup. And he hadn’t taken the chance to set the record straight even when Mrs. Rhodes had asked about it. Instead, he’d… lied. Had acted as if nothing was wrong between them, that they were still dating and Steve had still wanted to go. Why?

It was too much. Steve couldn’t make sense of it, and he knew it would eat away at him the entire time Tony was gone. He would take his lumps for being in Tony’s penthouse. He just needed to know.

“Why didn’t you tell her we broke up?” he asked, stepping out of the bathroom.

Tony jumped, both feet leaving the ground, and he stared at Steve in shock as he turned to face him. “Steve?! What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“Wanted to drop off your present,” Steve answered brusquely. “Why didn’t you tell her we broke up?”

Tony’s mouth flapped uselessly. For a moment, he looked angry, and Steve was sure he’d be told in no uncertain terms to fuck off. Finally, though, he just… sagged, sad and defeated, and answered, “I didn’t want to ruin Christmas again.”

Steve frowned, confused. “What?”

Tony sucked in a breath. It sounded wet, but Steve couldn’t be sure, because Tony turned back to his suitcase, stuffing clothes into it without finesse. “Christmas… sucks. It just does. It’s like people forget I’m Tony Stark until Black Friday and they’re shocked I have to go to work. They’re shocked I still have to publicly mourn my parents. They’re shocked I have to go to every charity event I’m invited to. I barely have time to sleep, let alone spend time with someone else. And it makes them realize that this will be their life. Every December is going to mean being lonely because I have to work. So I have to tell the Rhodes that the reason I’m showing up alone is because I’ve been broken up with, and they say ‘oh, honey,’ and they try to take my mind off it, but I know I’m just a huge downer every year.

“And I just thought,” Tony added, sucking in another wet breath, and Steve’s heart broke when he saw his shoulders begin to shake. “I thought maybe they’d let it go. If I pretended everything was fine, and you were just out of town, it would be okay. I’d tell them we broke up in January and everything would be fine.”

“Tony,” Steve whispered, carefully stepping closer. It made sense, even as it made him feel sick. Part of the reason they’d broken up was because they weren’t seeing each other outside of battle. It made for difficult conversations, always keyed up with no downtime to decompress. Steve thought the only thing Tony had said that was wrong was that it started right after Thanksgiving—he’d gotten busy long before November. But maybe, if he was so used to it, it seemed that way to him. Steve reached out, meaning to take Tony’s elbow, turn him to face him.

Tony seemed to sense it, flinching away and spinning back toward him. “Please,” he whispered back. “Please let me tell them you’re just out of town. It’s Carol’s first Christmas with the Rhodes. I don’t want to ruin this for her.”

He wasn’t crying, Steve noticed in relief, even though he looked like one wrong move would send him cascading over the edge. He opened his mouth, then closed it again when Tony’s shoulders fell, as if expecting him to turn him down. What had he called it in that last fight? ‘Your inability to even see other people’s moral standards’ and ‘your expectation for them to bend to yours.’ Tony thought he’d be so offended by the lie that he didn’t care if it ruined anyone’s family Christmas. Steve didn’t want to know if he could feel any lower than he did.

“Of course, Tony,” he said instead, and it hurt a little that Tony visibly relaxed in relief, but he figured he deserved it. He opened his mouth again, to apologize for being just another person who let him down when he’d promised himself that he wouldn’t be, but that would be too selfish, he thought. “I hope you have fun,” he said instead, and he meant it. He hoped it didn’t sound snide or trite.

“I always have fun with the Rhodes,” Tony offered, turning back to his suitcase. He fiddled with his clothes for a moment, then glanced up at Steve out of the corner of his eye. “You won’t be alone?”

Steve felt his heart do a flip. Even hurting, Tony was concerned about him being alone for the holidays. “I thought I might go with Natasha to the farm.”

“Good. That’s… good,” Tony said, playing with the zipper on his bag. Finally, he let out a little, overwhelmed sniff and zipped it closed with finality. “I have to get going. I’m already late.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed quietly. He didn’t want Tony driving the icy roads in the dark.

“If you…” he trailed off, then sighed, shaking his head as he hefted his suitcase up. “Merry Christmas, Steve.”

“Merry Christmas,” Steve echoed, unable to do anything but watch him leave. He thought about telling him about the painting before he was gone, then decided against it. It might be too much; Tony was already fragile. It would be there when he came back, after all.

He went into the bathroom to retrieve it, smoothing his thumb over the splotchy facsimile of the armor, then carefully leaned it up against the wall where he thought it would go best.

.-.

No one said anything about Steve not being there until New Year’s Eve, and Tony was grateful. He’d managed to forget the hurt for a while, even, playing with Lila and talking sports with Terrance. Roberta didn’t even say anything when he came in for a ‘mom hug,’ long and lingering, her nails scratching along his scalp soothingly.

“I appreciate it, man,” Jim said, clapping him on the shoulder gently. “Carol was really nervous about meeting the family. You can tell me what’s really going on, though. Is Steve actually dealing with Hydra?”

Tony twisted his champagne glass in his fingers quietly, frowning. “Well…”

Jim said nothing for a moment, then gave his shoulder a firmer squeeze. “Okay. So who are you going to kiss at midnight, then?” he asked, giving him the out instead of forcing him to admit anything.

Tony tipped his head back to blink up at him in confusion. “Huh?”

“Literally my girlfriend is here Tony,” Jim sighed, shaking his head. There was a smile curling at the corners of his mouth, though. “I’m going to be kissing her.”

Carol swiveled from where she’d been talking to Monica and Lila, squinting at them skeptically. “Did you just insinuate that you and Tony kiss each other on New Year’s Eve?”

“Reluctantly, I’m confirming it,” Jim sighed.

“How come everything about you guys is weird?” Monica asked, more curious than judgmental.

“You get used to it,” Lila assured her.

Monica didn’t look convinced, but she also didn’t argue. “Alright.”

“I’m kissing Carol,” Jim told Tony flatly.

Tony sighed, glancing around the room. Terrance and Roberta would kiss. They always did. He and Lila used to give each other a kiss on the cheek, but she was currently at that tender age where adults were gross in general, and family especially. He was, apparently, very uncool. He contended this would change when the next StarkPhone came out, but he also wasn’t going to push it with a pubescent teenage girl. He was kind of scared of them and especially of Lila because she’d already muttered judgmentally about his goatee.

He perked up when he noticed Maria talking with Roberta. “Maybe—”

“No,” Maria answered firmly, not turning around.

Tony crossed his arms in a pout, turning a scowl on Jim. “Well. No one I guess.”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” Carol asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

For a moment, Tony felt caught out, even though he knew she was just reminding him of social mores like everyone else and not pointing a finger in his face and telling everyone he was single again. He felt a cold sweat come over him, that she’d announce to the room at large that he was a failure and a liar for not admitting his relationship was over before Christmas.

“That’s honestly never stopped us,” Jim cut in, before he could out himself, and slung an arm over Tony’s shoulders in solidarity. “Or, well, Tony.”

“Tony’s always passed out kisses like candy,” Lila confirmed with a resolute nod, and Tony heard Terrance and Roberta both sigh. It maybe sounded fond. He wasn’t going to read into it.

Carol’s mouth flattened into an unimpressed line. “Every fffricking day there’s something weird about you guys to learn.”

“That fricking was very natural,” Tony assured her, because she’d already received several side-eyes for her swearing.

Carol lifted her fist, but even just a ‘playful’ nudge to the arm was painful, so when the doorbell rang at the same time, Tony shoved his champagne into Jim’s hand and scurried to answer it. It could be some neighbors with some black-eyed peas for them to eat in the new year. He didn’t understand the tradition, but Roberta always made her famous jalapeño-honey cornbread to go with it, so who was he to complain?

But it wasn’t tiny Mrs. Mathers at the door with a Tupperware full of beans. Tony blinked, staring at the broad chest in front of him, then tipped his head back. His mouth dropped open a little in shock when he recognized who, exactly, was standing in front of him

“Did I miss it?” Steve asked breathlessly.

“Huh?” Tony answered dumbly.

Steve reached toward him, and Tony noticed a duffle bag hanging from his arm dropping to the ground at the action. He blinked, too stunned to react with anything more. Steve should be at the Barton farm, he thought dimly. Or… somewhere else. Not here. Not with him.

Steve’s hands were cradling his face, and his expression was so tender. Tony stared up at him, confused and alarmed. Maybe he’d been taken over by body snatchers or something? They weren’t like this anymore. They’d broken up almost a month ago.

“Tony,” Steve said gently. “This was the worst month of my life. I hated not being with you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Tony blinked again, a hand drifting up to cover one of Steve’s. “Surely not worse than that month of food poisoning,” he began, voice a croak.

“That wasn’t food poisoning,” Steve corrected, like he always did, but he sounded fond instead of annoyed like he used to. “It was just poisoning. I was being poisoned.” The smile playing at his lips fell. “You put up with me while I was pissy and sick, and I couldn’t do the same when you got busy with work. I’m sorry. I want to do better, I… Will you let me? Can we try again?”

“It will be the same thing every year,” Tony sighed, frowning.

“Next year, I’ll be prepared,” Steve told him firmly. “Next year, I’ll know better. Next year, I’ll help.”

“Steve,” Tony began, even as he leaned his face into Steve’s grip. He wanted to believe him, was the thing. Up until the end, things had been so good. Steve had been so sweet, so attentive, so kind. And he’d thought he’d been a pretty good boyfriend too. But things hadn’t been working, at the end, both of them testy and on edge, without enough time to decompress from battle, work, each other. “I want to… but—”

“Please just give us one more chance,” Steve whispered, pressing closer, bending so he could lean their foreheads together. “One more. And if it doesn’t work, then that’s that. And I’ll be the one to come tell everyone, so you don’t ruin Christmas, okay? It’ll be me. I’ll ruin Christmas.”

Tony’s resulting laugh was shaky, but he had to admit it was the first truly genuine one he’d managed since they’d broken up. “Steve…”

“Please,” Steve begged, and then, “But obviously if you say no, that’s okay too. But I just thought… we both decided to call it quits. I thought maybe we could both decide to try again.” He hesitated, then leaned back a little, quietly asking, “Do you want to?”

Steve had been leaving a Christmas present for him the last time he’d seen him, Tony remembered, and he could feel his cheeks heating. He’d been thinking about it in every spare moment he had. It had to be something special, if he didn’t want Tony to open it in front of the rest of the team when they came back in the new year. It had to mean he was earnest. But did that mean he wanted to try again? After everything?

Steve’s palms were still warm against his cheeks, and Tony couldn’t help but sag into his grip. “Okay,” he whispered, and then, “I didn’t have anyone to kiss at midnight, anyway.”

“Rude,” Steve griped, but there was humor in his tone. “I want to kiss you all the time. Everyone should have been jumping at the chance.”

“Yeah,” Tony agreed, laughing a little, and then laughed harder into Steve’s mouth when he lunged in for a kiss.

#aurumacadicus writes #stony #anyway after the midnight kiss tony smacks a wet one on rhodey and carol + maria + monica are OUTRAGED that no one cares #steve is a little jealous but he figures he deserves it #(jim agrees but he doesn't say so because he knows his parents will be very cold to steve about it and he wants it to work out for tony)

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hi! i really like your writing and was wondering if you’d recommend other authors that you enjoy or even specific fanfics you like? i’ve only just started getting into the steve/tony fandom and want to follow more people! thank you!

Hi there and welcome! We’re glad to have you here!! 💙

I’m more of an MCU kind of gal myself but if you’re interested in the comics, I highly recommend checking out the below authors and fics:

Living in the Future by Closer: Eighteen-year-old Tony Stark is the boy genius who woke Captain America, and now he's stuck with him. That's not a bad thing, but between Steve's wide-eyed wonder at the new world and Tony's little fanboy crush, the awkwardness just keeps happening.

@blossomsinthemist: seriously one of the best smut authors I’ve ever read with lots of feelings, trust me, you won’t regret getting into their works

@sineala: been writing Marvel since approximately 2014 (though if you like their works, it’s worth reading their other stuff as well even if you’re not familiar with the fandom, it’s all that good) and has written a lot of the classics including Like a Comet Streaming On and Slipping off the Page into Your Hands

Stars Fading, but I Linger On, Dear by Chibisquirt: A Soulmate AU where people meet their soulmate in their dreams. Of course, not even that solves all the world's problems, especially if one or more of the soulmates has a secret identity...

MCU and Ambiguous Fandom:

@festiveferret: has written so much and I can pretty much guarantee that you’ve stumbled across something that they’ve written at least once, writes both on tumblr and on ao3 but everything they post on tumblr is also cross-posted to ao3 so you don’t have to go digging through their blog to find ficlets

@no-gorms: has literally the most interesting AUs, I always read whatever is new pretty much the moment it comes out, can promise lots of feelings and happy endings

A Series of Learning Experiences by @riotfalling: In which Tony finds out that his tiny artist boyfriend is not a nice boy. In the best possible way. (Riot doesn’t write much Stevetony but what she does write is amazing)

Heart in Hand by janonny: Or the story where Tony, an Omega, holds a much belated Courting Ceremony. Steve joins up and loses his mind a little.

@maguna-stxrk: writes lots of fluff here on tumblr

@omg-just-peachy: widely acknowledged as the inventor of fluff

@itsallavengers: no longer as active but writes the most heartbreaking angst with a happy ending, you will feel so many things, has written classics like Versions of Reality and Nobody Panic, Everything’s Fine

@aurumacadicus: I’ve said before (I think on the stuckony reclist) that her version of Tony is my favorite but I’m going to say it again: seriously, fantastic Tony

Finding Pack by @naferty: In a world where pack means everything from status to fame to survival and to family, newly pack-less Tony Stark is trying to survive after those he once trusted betrayed him, and starting over by searching for a new pack to take him in, but with his age and status weighing heavily on his shoulders finding someone to take a chance on him might be easier said than done.What pack wanted an old infertile omega in their ranks? Certainly not the famous Avengers pack led by the equally famous Captain. (one day this fic will be finished and when that happens, I will scream for three days straight)

@sabrecmc: hmmm yes, especially check out Celestial Navigation and The Prize (also has an incredibly comprehensive rec blog, @sabrecmcstonyficrecs)

Sunrise by NotEvenCloseToStraight: Nomad is a soldier forced to do Hydra's bidding. When his mission takes him to the castle and to the bed chambers of Prince Antony Stark, Nomad is faced with a choice-- to finish his mission and finally earn his freedom or to save the last piece of his scarred soul and let the beautiful Prince live.Antony is trapped in the Palace, his life controlled by his Uncle, the Sovereign Stane. He yearns for a life beyond the palace walls but when the Nomad breaks into his rooms with blade held at the ready, Antony thinks all is lost--and then the assassin hesitates.Steven and Antony are two souls together in the moonlight, two lives on the cusp of ruin and as the sun rises over the palace, perhaps they will be two kindred spirits, finding freedom in each other's arms.

take my heart clean apart by mistymountainking: Tony comes home exhausted after an SI event. Steve acts as welcoming committee. It's an old, careworn routine they've perfected over the years, but tonight ends up going in a very different direction.

Dear Mr. Fantasy by @pineapplebread: Tony writes letters to his past loves to get over them. They’re all but meaningless by this point, but he keeps them hidden anyways, never to be seen or read by anyone else. Until one day they all mysteriously get sent out.His deepest secrets are revealed and he scrambles to do damage control, striking a deal to enter a fake relationship with Steve Rogers who just wants his ex back. Tony conveniently forgets to mention that the only love letter he still means is the one he wrote to his fake boyfriend.

slipping through the years by often_adamanta: The plane crash and subsequent ice might have killed him, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t still around, haunting those he cares about. And since the only person who can see him is Tony Stark, death sure isn’t going to be boring.

Insomnia by Scavenge4Dreams: Its 3am. Do you know where your Genius Billionaire Playboy Philanthropist is?

rough enough for love by silkspectred: The first time they had sex was right after their first kiss. Steve dropped to his knees and then Tony reciprocated after making Steve lie down on the bed. The second time it was Steve that initiated it, slow handjobs under the hot spray of the shower, and Tony looked surprised by it. Like it was weird that Steve wanted it. Wanted him.

I’m a Grown-Ass Man by not_applicable: or, 5 Times Steve Carried Tony and 1 Time Tony Didn't Mind. At all.

Containment by D: After Tony ends up severely injured from a surprise attack, triggering a flashback and putting him in the hospital for emergency surgery, the Avengers come together in worry for their friend and teammate and are disquieted by the intensity of Tony’s reaction. Between the flashback and the sedatives, Tony’s mind revisits key moments in his life while the team bands together in support of each other and their injured friend, letting SHIELD handle Tony’s attacker, they remain where they are needed, even if Tony isn’t awake to truly realize this. And through it all, Steve makes a decision that will change things with Tony.

His Fate Will Be Unlearned by scifigrl47: Tony Stark spent his childhood making weapons, filling the hole his father left in the world when he succumbed to alcohol, grief, and his own demons. At the age of fifteen, he ran away from home, and made it as far as MIT before all of his responsibilities caught up to him. Now seventeen, he just wants to finish his degree and escape from everything connected to the Stark name. Steve Rogers crashed into the icy North Atlantic in the 1940's, sacrificing himself to save the world. He never expected to wake up, and now that he has, he's not sure he's glad. The US Army has other plans for him, but for now, Steve is slowly learning to live life in the 21st century, and taking classes at Boston College. He's beginning to suspect that there is no escape. Boston College is on the T's Green Line. MIT is on the Red. The two lines meet at the Park Street Station, and so will Steve and Tony.

The Twice-Told Tale by arysteia: For someone he'd hero-worshipped for so long, Steve Rogers in the flesh is a pretty big disappointment. For one thing, he keeps looking at Tony as though he reminds him of someone else, and even if he never says anything, Tony's pretty sure it's his father. A lifetime of not measuring up to Howard's expectations is more than enough, thank you very much, and he's certainly not going to make an effort to live up to any of Steve's. Steve's pretty clearly failed to live up to his expectations, in any case, and that's not hypocritical at all.

Like Gene Kelly in the Movies by lyra_wing: Everything Tony Stark does is a dance. And it's super confusing for Steve.

bedrock and brick by lyra_wing: Immediate sequel to the movie, wherein Tony builds Avengers Tower. Or plays interior designer, take your pick.

#stevetony #fic recs #long post #alle answers #Anonymous

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