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I posted 1,890 times in 2022

That's 1,822 more posts than 2021!

139 posts created (7%)

1,751 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@anakincito

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@imperialstark

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I tagged 1,317 of my posts in 2022

Only 30% of my posts had no tags

#stevetony - 286 posts

#tony stark - 98 posts

#steve rogers - 90 posts

#fave - 85 posts

#asks - 44 posts

#my asks - 43 posts

#words - 35 posts

#lmao - 35 posts

#my fic - 33 posts

#wow - 29 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#i expect nothing from steve (no shade i love him but 🤷‍♀️) but i need more than earth's best defender!! when he thinks tony's dead lmao

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

For the sentence starters: “Don’t make me fall in love with you.” stevetony, of course <3

"Don't make me fall in love with you. I - " Tony said and then broke off, abruptly turning away from him. His arms came protectively around to hug himself. Steve ached with the need to reach out and touch him, but.

He couldn't.

He couldn't, not when Tony so clearly didn't want him to.

What Tony needed from him right now, what Steve needed from himself right now, was for him to open his god damn mouth and speak for once. It shouldn't be this difficult, it really shouldn't, the I love you too, more than you can imagine was on the tip of his tongue, and yet -

Tony scoffed. "Got nothing to say, eh?" Steve watched him walk over to the bar and measure out two fingers of whiskey. "You keep doing this, you keep, you keep coming back to me only to disappear on me again." A beat, then: "I'm not fucking waiting around anymore. If you don't mean it, just. Stay away."

"Tony," Steve spoke finally.

Tony scoffed again, but remained silent.

Swallowing heavily, Steve went on, "You don't - "

You don't mean that? You don't know what you mean to me? Steve had no idea where he was going with this. In the end, he settled for, "I didn't mean to hurt you, I - "

He winced, even before Tony whirled back around to gape at him.

"And yet," Tony said after what felt like hours, "it's all you fucking do." He took a huge gulp of whiskey. When he looked back at Steve, his eyes were cold. Steve had to stop himself from taking an instinctive step backward. "You know what, Steve, do us both a fucking favor, and stay the hell away."

"Tony," Steve tried again, his throat tight, but it was too late, he could hear the penthouse's front door open behind him. Tony meant it. If Steve walked through that door now, he'd never be welcome here again, he was sure of it.

And that, that wasn't something he could accept.

When he finally moved, it was toward Tony.

50 notes - Posted February 22, 2022

#4

Post EG-AU:The team gets trapped in some “Perfect World” dream type scenarios and they have to pull each other out of their deepest wish. And when part of the team gets to Steve’s it’s him being with Tony of course, but it’s also a Steve that’s open and able to communicate his love with a Tony that not only gets him but is super openly affectionate and Steve knows exactly how to reciprocate.

And real Tony is with the team that finds this scene and is all “-the FUCK is this Cap??”

Steve watching dream! him skip through a sunny meadow with Tony by his side and .....[EXTREME NSFW]....t-touching hands.....

Tony:

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61 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

#3

From the sentence starters, could you do "Let me take care of you?" thank you so much and i hope you're having a lovely day!!

Thank you <3 Have some post-Endgame established relationship fluff with Tony tricking Steve into letting himself be taken care of lol

~ 2000 words

Also on AO3!

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"Let me take care of you."

Steve groaned.

Tony smirked and leaned back against his seat, looking really fucking pleased with himself.

"When I said you can wish for anything you want for your birthday," Steve said, crossing his arms over his chest, "I meant making me go to one of your nerdy science conventions or letting you take me on an unnecessary weekend trip somewhere. Not," He paused, grimacing, "whatever it is you’re asking for right now."

"Well, that’s on you, handsome," Tony said, still smirking. "Thinking I want to travel the world when all I want, all I need, I got right here at home?" He paused dramatically. "No, my biggest wish for my birthday is to take care of my man." After a moment’s thought, he added, lips twitching, "You wouldn’t go back on your word now, would you? Honest man like you."

Hilarious.

Steve didn’t bother dignifying that with a response.

Tony winked.

"So," Steve said, setting his jaw, "How does this work, your whole—" He motioned between them. "What do you want from me?" He was self-aware enough to know that he was not good at letting people take care of him. "Please tell me taking care of me doesn’t entail you cooking for me. You can do anything to me, but subjecting me to your cooking? That’s a step too far."

Tony cocked his head to the side, eyeing Steve thoughtfully. The fact that he didn’t even react to the jab about his cooking was worrying. What was he planning?

"You know," Steve continued when Tony just went on staring at him and tapping his fingers in an uneven rhythm against the table (driving Steve insane), "I don’t even know what you’re getting out of this. I sit on my ass all day, while you are in meetings. If anything, it should be me taking care of you—"

"I have to admit," Tony interrupted, pushing his glasses up his forehead and folding his hands in front of him, "that I’m a little surprised by this reaction. I did expect some push back, obviously, but this is veering toward—"

Steve scowled. "I’m not—"

"Mild panic, perhaps? Is that what’s going on right now?" Tony asked, as if Steve hadn’t spoken.

"I’m not panicking," Steve bit out, uncrossing his arms to show just how casual he was about all this. "Just don’t understand what you’re getting out of this, is all."

"Oh, Captain," Tony said, a filthy smirk appearing on his face as he looked Steve up and down. "Plenty of things, believe me." Then his smirk mellowed into a soft smile. "You know, I don’t think you know just how—" He paused, biting his lip. "If I could spend all of my day taking care of you, I would."

Steve blinked at the unexpected romantic sentiment.

Unexpected not because he wasn’t aware of what Tony was feeling for him (that was plain to see, now that Steve allowed himself to look), but because this wasn’t how things usually worked between them. Eight months into whatever this was, and they were still careful with each other, both all too aware just how fast things could go downhill for them, with one single misstep.

What Tony had just done was shockingly bold, but then again, this was Tony Stark.

Tony huffed out a laugh at the look on his face. "Alright, darling, don’t want you talking yourself into a full-blown panic, so I’ll lay out my plan for tonight: I was just thinking we could turn off our phones for the night, open a nice bottle of wine, perhaps take a bath together, that’s all. Feels like we haven’t seen each other in weeks."

Oh.

Somehow it hadn’t occurred to Steve that that was what Tony had meant. He pursed his lips. (Fine, perhaps he had been a little irrational earlier. He wasn’t about to admit it, though.)

Tony snorted. "What did you think I was asking for? Guided meditation? Couple’s therapy?"

Steve narrowed his eyes.

Tony snorted again, pushing himself up from the table and crossing the two steps to reach Steve. Steve’s arms automatically uncrossed to allow him close. "Just want to spend some quality time with my man, that’s all," Tony murmured, his hands trailing up from Steve’s hands to his biceps.

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70 notes - Posted March 2, 2022

#2

for the random starters: “Can we just not fight today, please. I don’t have the energy.” + stevetony :>

"Can we just not fight today, please. I don't have the energy. I know it's a lot to ask right now, I do, but—" Steve said, trailing off, hoping Tony could fill in the blanks, hoping Tony could understand—

"Fine," Tony said after a moment, eyeing him from afar. His face looked tired, drawn. Fighting to get your team pardoned when they're on every country's most wanted list would do that to a person, Steve supposed.

"We're tabling the conversation for now," Tony continued, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "But this can't go on, we have to - "

Steve inclined his head. "I know, I know, I'm working on it, okay? I'm talking to the team. I'm doing everything I can, believe me." After a moment's thought, he added, "We want to come home."

Tony stared at him a moment longer, then he turned toward the kitchen. "Are you staying the night?"

"Can't," Steve replied, edging closer. "We're headed to—"

"Don't tell me," Tony interrupted, opening the fridge door and sticking his head inside.

Steve shrugged. If Tony wanted to know where they were, he could find out easily. Steve slept better at night knowing Tony could, truthfully. He didn't ever want to be somewhere he couldn't be found by Tony.

"I have a little time," Steve went on when Tony continued rummaging around the fridge, and then did what he had wanted the moment he stepped into the penthouse, taking the two steps toward Tony and fitting himself against his back. He'd never get over the way Tony immediately melted in his hold. This right here was why Steve kept fighting.

Selfish, perhaps, but it was the truth.

Laying a kiss against Tony's neck, Steve whispered, "Come to bed with me. We've talked enough for tonight, don't you think?"

83 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sorry for bringing Endgame discourse to your dash in 2022, but Steve should've been the one asking (begging) "Do you trust me?" in Endgame, and that's on that

186 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

“What is it?”