i don’t care how fucking popular tony st*rk is i still dislike him and y'all can throw that “well he’s the reason the mcu is so popular” shit around all day and it still won’t make people like him just a newsflash
The snow has made the sky so light tonight. It doesn’t even look like nighttime. It looks like the world is stuck in the hour before dawn.
I love how bright it makes everything. It all looks so safe and clean and inviting. I want to run away in it
“‘Love you,” slipped out of him, into the little conversational void the moment had left behind, fueled by the bundle of emotion that was always at the surface around her, always dying to escape, be freed, be known.
He heard her gasp, just slightly, and then she stilled for a half second. Before he could take it back or make light of it, she released a tiny sigh, fluttery and affected, and whispered back, “'Love you too.”
His eyes snapped open just in time to see her go, a sliver of her suit visible as the door clicked shut behind her.
He bit his lip and breathed deep, insides wobbling at the… confession? Endearment? Salutation?
If I win the lottery I'm hiring Harry for a day of baking and eating and Harry singing. I'm going to lie and tell him it's a couples event and request that he bring his partner too! So I'm going to be third wheeling and I don't care.