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I’ve been dying for an IKEA trip story?

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“Look, I’ve heard this is an important test of a relationship,” Tony says with an innocent expression Rhodey doesn’t buy for a second as they walk through the automatic glass doors into the hulking blue square hunched next to the mall in downtown Burbank.

“Just admit it, you’ve never been to IKEA and you’re curious.”

“That’s an obvious factor,” Tony agrees, eyes fixed on the little living room set up in the middle of the concrete floor next to the escalator. There’s a bright orange egg chair with a shade on top that looks like it’s meant for a fully grown adult. “Well, I’m excited already.”

Rhodey laughs.

Tony glances back over his shoulder as they step onto the escalator, his dark eyes glittering with mischief. He reaches back and takes Rhodey’s hand, and he’s only a little shy about it. “Okay, I’ve heard rule number one is you never let go of your IKEA buddy.”

Smiling, Rhodey squeezes his hand. “Sounds like the kind of rule I’d like to take home.”

Tony’s smile widens.

There’s another couple a few steps ahead of them and the woman keeps sneaking glances at them and whispering at her boyfriend. Rhodey ignores them.

“Are we actually gonna buy anything?”

Tony shrugs blithely. “If the spirit moves me.”

That means yes. An IKEA truck will be following them home. Pepper is going to kill him.

When they reach the top, Tony tugs him off the escalator, beelining for the cozy little entertainment room to their right. There’s a doorway that leads into a mini hallway kind of thing.

“You’re already breaking rule number two,” Rhodey informs Tony. “'Never leave the path.‘”

Tony grins at him and draws a curtain—printed with brightly colored squids wearing lipstick—hanging from a rod in the doorway shut behind them. Rhodey’s heart starts to beat a little harder. He knows Tony’s got something crazy in mind.

He doesn’t disappoint.

Tony leans in close, lips nearly brushing Rhodey’s ear, and murmurs, “How many of these little set ups do you think we can make out in before we get kicked to the curb?”

“Bet we can get back down to housewares if you can keep your voice down,” Rhodey replies and Tony laughs delightedly.

Rhodey shuts him up with a kiss.

2

Don’t move. Not-moving currently seemed like an excellent survival strategy, the best one available to Tony in that present moment, because Rhodey was mad. Furious, in fact, if that careful, quiet tone in his voice was anything to go by. He held his breath and waited.

“Tony?” Rhodey asked. “Tony, are you serious? I’m on the phone. I know you’re there. Ignoring me isn’t going to make this go away.”

Seriously, don’t move.

Maybe if Tony waited long enough Rhodey would find this whole thing funny and endearing.

“I will find you,” Rhodey warned. “I’ll get on a plane right now and come over there to kick your ass. Don’t think that I won’t.”

“It really, really wasn’t what it looked like.” Crap, he’d forgotten the ‘no moving’ strategy. Tony swallowed. “Complete press fabrication.”

“There were photographs.” Red alerts flashed in Tony’s brain. Rhodey had that I’m-not-angry-just-disappointed tone in his voice. “Fabrications?”

“Entirely.”

“They fabricated your hand onto that girl’s ass?” Ouch. “Really?”

“Um….” Tony quickly weighed up his options. Lying had rather more negative consequences than he wanted. “No, not fabricated, but it was really more of a graze than anything else.”

Even through the phone line, he was certain he could feel the waves of Rhodey’s disappointment. “We’ve talked about this,” Rhodey said.

“I know. And I get it. I am so on board with the whole monogamy thing.” It didn’t fit in with his lifestyle, with the playboy image he projected and quite happily lived up to, but this was Rhodey. He meant everything. If Rhodey said that he wanted a straight-laced relationship, picket fence and all, Tony could give it a try. “I swear. Media manipulation. Photo magic. It’s not as bad as it looks.”

Rhodey’s sigh was laced with years of frustration. “I’m going to be back in town tomorrow night,” he said. “We can talk then.”

“Yeah. Lots of deep and meaning conversations. It’ll be great.” Tony’s hands jittered nervously, and he bounced on the balls of his feet. When Rhodey got back into town, he mostly wanted to do non-talking things, but maybe that was going to be off the table. “You’re not mad at me, right?”

No answer. Bad sign.

After a small pause, he could hear the intake of breath as Rhodey collected himself. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Rhodey promised, before the phone call was over.

Tony swallowed in the silence and took a deep breath. Oh, yeah. This meant trouble.

Left Numb

Dr. Stark is teaching his first class as a college professor. At age 25 and dating Professor Rhodes, nothing is going to be easy for him, but for the students, the semester is definitely looking up. Who knows - maybe they’ll learn something way more important than anything else someone could’ve taught them. For the next semester, enter Tony Stark: teacher.

So, this is a college AU by yours truly that no one asked for. It’s way less angsty than the title implies, and I have a lot planned. It’s Iron Husbands (TonyxRhodey) so if you don’t like that, sorry! I’m including a lot of heros in here I don’t know a lot about, so feel free to point out if I mischaracterize them. And send me ideas for chapters if you want to! 


The room was empty, rock music blasting and distorted from somewhere in the distance. The chairs slowly filled up, people looking around in confusion, mutters distorting the air. Soon the music cut off, quite abruptly, and banging could be heard from the side room that it had floated from.

“Shit, you were supposed to remind me!” The door burst open, half of a turned around body appearing, disheveled hair and a bright pink Barbie comb also showing. “Stop it with the hair – DROP THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER THIS INSTANT!” The body disappeared, the door slamming shut again, and more banging was heard along with several curses. The upper classroom door opened and the students turned, collectively, to see who this latecomer was.

“Professor Potts!” a student exclaimed happily, and the redhead turned with a smile, not noticing the lower side door opening again and a disheveled man slipping out, going to casually lean against the desk in the center of the lecture hall.

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i was tagged by @deadypooly - thanks doll, looking forward to getting to know you better! :)

the rules are: tag nine people you want to get to know better

relationship status: single and whatever, really
• favorite color: crimson 
• lipstick or chapstick: um none
• last song I listened to: drake - passionfruit
• last movie I watched: the judge and it was amazing
• top 3 tv shows: rn prison break; narcos; the originals
• top 3 characters: damn this is hard; tony stark, wade wilson, bruce wayne
• top 3 ships: platonic tonyxbruce banner, platonic tonyxrhodey, stuckony
• books I’m currently reading: do comics count? super sons; civil war; deadpool

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Relationship status: taken ✨
Favorite color :  grey, green, blue, red and black
Lipstick or chapstick: eh…lipstick? idk what tf is the other thing
Last song I listened  to: “This Is My World” Esterly ft. Austin Jenckes 
Last movie I watched: Avengers: Age of Ultron
Top  three  tv  shows:  ugh so many but Rick and Morty, BoJack Horseman and…Sense8!
Top three characters: TONY STARK, uh…Magnus Bane and Rick Sanchez
Top  three ships: (ONLY THREE?!?) TonyxJarvis, TonyxRhodey, Malec
Books I’m currently reading:  many books for my thesis
tagging: Everyone (you can tag me)

anonymous asked:

What are your main ships?

as in canon ships or generally on tony? i don’t quite know. i’m assuming you mean canon in which case i ship him with almost everybody. if i am completely honest the only person i don’t overly ship him with is pepper. i want to make it clear that i don’t hate pepper, i think pepper is great but i don’t ship them in the movies. i ship them when i write them though?? but i’ll probably get some hate for that. ANYHOW main ships areeeeee -

tonyxrhodey
tonyxloki
tonyxbucky

tonyxwanda
tonyxbruce
tonyxsteve
tonyxnatasha
tonyxthor
tonyxdr strange plz
tonyxvision

so pretty much everybody honestly? i’m happy to ship with anybody if it works in roleplay.

singingwithoutwords  asked:

Any chance I can get the Tony pairing of your choice and something involving a road trip?

it’s kind of sad i’m sorry??????

“Let’s hit the fucking road, Pooh Bear,” Tony sighs, adjusting his shades and the MIT ball cap he’s wearing so they block out a little more light. It’s eleven AM and he only shifted from drunk to hungover about forty minutes ago. He’d like to shift back into drunk, but Rhodey’s being a stick in the mud.

“Tony,” Rhodey says, and his voice is weird and gentle and Tony hates it.

“Don’t,” he bites out. “I’ll get out and walk to the nearest liquor store, so just—don’t.”

Rhodey sighs and slides into the driver’s seat. “Where are we going?”

“I don’t care,” Tony says, and accepts Rhodey’s coat when it’s offered, balling it up and clutching it to his chest. Like a pressure bandage keeping him together. “Doesn’t matter.” His voice is muffled by the coat. “As long as it’s not New York.”

“Hey,” Rhodey says, reaching out with one hand and cupping the back of Tony’s neck. His index and middle fingers find skin and the soft touch makes Tony’s eyes prick. “Look, I know you’re scared, but it’s going to be okay.”

Tony scoffs, but it comes out thicker and wetter than he wanted. “I’m not scared. I’m delighted. I can do whatever I want now my dad’s f-fucking d-d-dead.”

He’s crying before he can do anything about it and Rhodey climbs over the gearshift, half crushing him. It’s not close enough.

Rhodey kisses his hair. “I’m sorry. I’m here, Tones. I’m sorry. I’m here.”

He’s all Tony has left, and he holds on tight.

onemuseleft  asked:

Tony/Rhodey: "Why me?"

Tony blinks like he can’t even process the question. “Why…why you? What do you mean, why you?”

Rhodey huffs and pinches the bridge of his nose before chugging down the second half of his beer. “Whatever, it’s nothing, forget I asked.”

“No, hang on, come here. What do you mean, why you?”

With a sigh, Rhodey scrubs a hand over his face. “Sometimes I just–wonder what you see in me.”

“Honey, a better question would be what I don’t.”

anonymous asked:

(because Cap's "Worth ten of you" line always gets to me) Tony/Rhodey: "Tones, a hundred Captain Americas couldn't even come close to replacing you."

Tony sniffles, glad Rhodey can’t see his face. “Actually, they probably could. Do you know what the serum did to his brain? Times a hundred, that’s–”

“Tony.” Rhodey’s warm, dry palms cup his face and gently press upward until Tony’s forced to look at him. “Doesn’t matter, you hear me? A hundred, a million of that asshole couldn’t be what you are.”

“So what do you think?” Tony asks, as the sun beats down upon them.

Rhodes looks around at the sandy strip before them. Behind them, the small island is green and fertile. From above it had looked like Eden itself. “What do I think of what?” he asks.

“The island. I bought it.”

Rhodes has been friends with Tony for so long that nothing he says should be able to shock him any more. He should be able to take it in his stride without any surprise.

His eyes widen anyway. “You bought it?”

“Sure. I have money. That’s what people with money do. We buy things.”

“Things like islands,” Rhodes says. He’s still reeling with that idea.

“Things like islands, yes,” Tony agrees, talking slowly as if he’s trying to communicate with a child. Rhodes looks around once more and shakes his head in disbelief. “So you like it?”

“It’s a tropical island. Yeah, I like it. It’s good.” He shakes his head in disbelief. Tony is still watching him as if he’s waiting for something. “Well done.”

Tony grins, that dangerous grin that Rhodes can never understand. “Great. It’s yours.” Before Rhodes can even begin to process that, Tony turns and starts to walk back inland. “You have got to see the lagoon.”

“Tony, wait a second,” Rhodes says – he has to jog to catch up with him, his mind spinning.

How exactly do you explain to a multi-billionaire that a tropical island is an inappropriate birthday gift?