#such pining

This story is part of the @mixed-up-writer-fest, by @cesays and @corinnesamuels, with the prompt: Friends to lovers (Or childhood friends to lovers!) Person A and Person B have been best friends for a long time. They've also been secretly in love for far longer than either will admit. Perhaps nothing would have ever happened, except Person A's apartment flooded, and Person B invites them to stay until things are fixed.

Chapter 3: Lily and the gang go to the pub, and it's not as helpful as she might have hoped.

DID YOU KNOW I wrote some sad 616 AI Tony/post-SE Steve/real Tony emotional threesome/pining for the upcoming @stevetonyzine​? A lil’ snippet.

Steve, Anthony Stark says. He clasps Steve’s hand in his like he is afraid he might be a mirage. Like it is the first and last time they have ever touched.

I am so glad to see you, he croaks, his eyes shining with tears.

Steve has explained that Tony’s god is an addict but it takes one to know one. Steve’s addictions are more acceptable: violence, loneliness, righteous anger. Tenderness, when he lets himself indulge.

Tony dials up his virtual BAC. 0.09%, 0.10%.

A nice start.

0.15%.

He is trespassing. He ramps his own opacity all the way down, flees to the back of the apartment, to the bedroom, out onto the fire escape. He imagines flight the way his database tells him God remembers it: thrilling, weightless, the closest thing to euphoria, frequently indistinguishable from oblivion. The sky claps; a streak of lightning jumps down somewhere to the north.

0.16%. 0.17%. He looks down. Imagines what it would be to fall.

Yet another fanart of Things Holster Likes! I just loved this scene xD