avengers fic - situation normal: all fucked up (steve/tony, nc-17) [1/3]

[gyzym]

Filed under: that awkward moment when you blink and you're 27,000 words into the sequel of Ready, Fire, Aim and you have the sudden, terrible realization that the remaining plot you've got left to write is actually going to have to be a third story, because the whole thing turns out to be a trilogy, who knew? Oh, god, I have nothing to say for

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[47argylesocks]

brb drowning in my own inadequacy. I just... I can't. This is marvelous, as in I'm marveling at you and your abilities and I can't wait to finish this. And... yeah, 'marvel' just happened completely unintentionally there and I'm gonna go set myself on fire now.

[silverakira]

When I saw that you posted this, I literally shouted, "YES," and shook my fists at the ceiling.

Thanks for that.

NOW OFF TO READ, YESSSSSS.

[mrsdrjackson]

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YOU WROTE A SEQUEL OMG. EEE!

TONY. Look at you being all domestic. Also worried about Coulson and his bag of flour. ;P

[zurico]

WOW fuck, Damn.
I didn't even know I shipped this until I read your fics. Now I'm OBSESSED. You're amazing! please never stop <3.

[setra]

I could really just say 'ditto' and be done. This fic is fantastic, and I hope that part three of the trilogy is on it's way someday. <3

[celemie]

"Check-king! Crown me with the glory of the empire, for I claim victory in this mortal contest."

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OH FUCK I AM DEAD

[celemie]

“Your esteem warms me in the cockles of my soul.”

“Your soul doesn’t have cockles--and, actually, you know what, just scrap that word from your dictionary, it’s really not something you should ever say again,”
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Clint, we shall now retire to the roof, whereupon you shall teach me to shoot the leaves off of the maple tree in the yard, for it offends me in both color and purpose.” ASHAHAHAHAHAHA

“Any friend of Tony’s is welcome both in my living quarters and in the bosom of my heart,” he booms, clapping Rhodey on the back. Rhodey doesn’t wince, but Tony can tell that he wants to. “And, of course, in my bath--Tony assures me that I may consider the swimming pool my personal bathing area, as repayment for the fact that I have always been his favorite.”
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