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Stony – CRY BABY

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울보 스티브와 귀여운것에 환장하는 토니

인피니티워가 무사히 끝나고 별일없는 세계관

스티브는 한참 오래전부터 토니에게 빠져있었다.
언제부터인지 딱히 정할수도 없는것이 자신도 언제부터인지 기억할 수가 없는 것이다.
영화에서처럼 어느 한 순간 드라마틱하게 그가 좋아진것이 아니라 흔하게 말하듯이, 가랑비에 옷 젖는 줄 모른다고 그렇게 점점 빠져들었다.
대수롭지 않게 건내주는 커피라든지, 잘 사용하지 못하는 기계의 조작법을 알려준다던지, 내가 흘려 말했던 것들을 기억하고 있는 점이라든지 그런것들.
그런것들이 쌓이고 쌓여서 어느순간 정신을 차려보니 그를 좋아하고 있었다.

그러니까 딱히 어떠한 로맨틱한 감정적 동기가 있었던 것도 아니었다.
어느 날 회의가 끝나고 자리에서 일어선 스티브는 토니가 책상 위에 놓고 간 메모지를 발견했다.
사실 메모지인지도 모르겠을 아무것도 쓰여있지 않은 그냥 종이였다.
왜 가져왔는지 뭐에 쓰려 가져왔는지도 모를 의미불명의 종이, 종이는 귀퉁이가 살짝 구겨져 있었다.
스티브는 손을 들어 접혀있는 종이 귀퉁이를 펴려다 멈췄다.

구겨지고 손때 탄 종이가 이 상태로 완벽해 보였고, 그 순간 스티브는 토니에게 마음을 전해야겠다고 다짐했다.

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아 더는 못쓰겠다 역시 글쓰는 것은 어려웡
할튼 저렇게 빠져있는데 스티브는 연애를 해본적도 없고 뭔가 내가 생각하는 스팁은 되게 감성적인 사람일것 같아서(다만 그게 일할때는 프로페셔널하게 숨기는거) 좋아하는 감정이 그대로 필터링 없이 다 튀어나오는 거임
젤먼저 냇이 알아차리고 버키 콜슨부터 시작해서 결국엔 쉴드 직원들도 다 눈치채고 은근 도와주려함
당연 토니도 눈치채지만 토니는 스티브는 아직 젊고 어리기 때문에 나이든 자기와는 어울리지 않다고 이성적으로 생각함
딱히 밀어내진 않지만 어느정도 선 이상을 더 다가갈수 없게 그렇게 대함
그러다가 스티브가 어느날 갑자기 좋아한다고 고백하는거임
토니는 올게 왔구나 싶으면서 준비해둔 멘트(나이차)로 거절하려했는데….

횡설수설…아니근데 웃긴거 그릴려고 한건데 글로 쓰니 왜케 진지해졌지…

trickyarchangel:

I like to think Tony’s bedroom has a divider wall with a fireplace, that he leads Steve in by the hand one evening. Steve is blindfolded, but smiling as Tony babbles about everything but why he’s blindfolded. 

Steve immediately picks up on the scent of fruits and the heat of the fireplace going. His expression goes soft as Tony goes quiet and sits Steve down. He lets Steve go and Steve leans back on his palms as he listens to Tony undress. The soft slip of fabric is almost muffled by the murmuring crackle of the fireplace. 

It lulls him and he almost, almost startles as Tony begins to undress him next, but he just sighs pleasantly and let’s Tony work. When the first piece of fruit touches his mouth, Steve grins and curls his tongue out to gently take it. 

Over the course of the evening, Tony feeds Steve fruit and champagne -for the taste- and then begins to feed Steve sweet sauces with his body. A strip of strawberry sauce along the tendon in his throat that Steve nips at and sucks the pool of juice from Tony’s clavicle. 

A circle of chocolate that traces the scars of where the arc reactor used to be and, if Steve spends an inordinate amount of time at Tony’s nipples… Well, Tony isn’t complaining. 

Whipped cream comes with Tony’s fingers, shoved between Steve’s lips as Steve’s cock thrusts deeply. 

It’s sticky and messy, and the blindfold is ruined by juices, but it’s one of the most erotic things Steve’s ever been a part of, and as he slides caramel-coated fingers around Tony’s cock to hear Tony come, he decides it’s his favorite anniversary.

trickyarchangel:

What if…

Steve breaks out of the containment room he wakes up in and he runs. He takes out a few men pretending to be Army, avoids the fake women, and runs. He gets out onto the street, feet taking him fast and far despite their tingling awareness of “awake”. He runs until his body feels like his own again, shoving past more people until one body doesn’t move.

Steve slams into them, spilling hot liquid -he thinks it’s hot- down the fronts of them both. Steve is more shocked that the guy hadn’t moved, too shocked to really take in the surrounding city yet. Part of him registers the smell of New York, something that never changes, but another part registers too much noise.

But the man hadn’t moved.

“Well, I certainly hope you can afford drycleaning, handsome,” the man says, peering at Steve over red-tinted glasses.

“You didn’t move,” Steve says dumbly.

“Generally not when I’m perfectly taking up my own space. Especially not when someone looks like a purse snatcher.”

“Purse snat-what?” Steve is panting, arms akimbo, confusion and distress probably radiating off of him like crazy.

The man cocks a brow then his head.

“Pretty hardcore jog you got there. Late for a date?”

Steve’s heart is ground to dust beneath the man’s expensive-looking heel. His head is reeling, his soul aching. He looks around at the ad-ridden Square and takes a breath, buries it all deep down.

“Actually, yeah… Yeah, I had a date. She’s… She’s probably long gone by now.”

The man is quiet for a moment and looks off to Steve’s left.

“How about that?” He says to himself then smiles at Steve, and Steve is struck by a sense of familiarity.

“Turns out I just spotted someone I really don’t want to speak with, so you’re going to let me buy you a coffee while I replace mine, and you can tell me all about this pretty lady you let get away.” he takes Steve’s elbow, and Steve… lets him, and guides him into a shop that doesn’t smell like coffee at all, but as the door swings shut behind them, a girl behind the counter calls out.

“Another already, Mr. Stark?!”

Wrong face, same smile.

concept: hs au, tony attends a private school right across the street from steve’s public school. steve in this au is a confrontational punk jackass despite being 90 pounds soaking wet and an asthmatic with skinny chicken legs. hes infamous to the point where tony, the shy nerd that gets picked on and is a complete sweetheart when he isnt coffee-deprived or working on a project, has been warned multiple times by his dad to “stay away from that rogers boy if you dont want to go to jail”

goodmorningbeloved:

if steve’s going to fill our punk role here, he absolutely takes up spray painting. there are spots in town that are absolutely chock full of vulgar vandalism, but someone’s been covering them up lately with beautiful art. that first day tony notices steve sketching, he also notices how steve eventually gets up, kind of looks around, then swings his heavy-looking back over his shoulder and darts off. tony thinks he’s been found out, but he soon realizes that this is? a routine of steve’s?

and so despite his mother’s voice in the back of his head (you’re going to get that new sweater of yours dirty, anthony), tony follows him, and he ends up spending the rest of the evening watching steve work on this billboard. one of its columns has been spray-painted with a bunch of obscenities, but it all gradually disappears as steve paints flowers twining up the column. he’s just about as short as tony, so he can’t reach the higher parts, but what he can reach has been transformed into absolute art. from a distance, it looks like they’re crawling out of the surrounding foliage itself, and it’s so pretty and oh boy tony is so in love, pepper, do you understand my dilemma here–

so that’s how tony starts following steve out and just watching him make art.

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