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Contrary to popular belief, I know exactly what I'm doing.
You all right, @nomadlibertas.bsky.social?
You all right, @nomadlibertas.bsky.social?
+ who preaches 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺, it’s an entirely inefficient way to snag a look-see at his portrait. Still, restless energy has to go somewhere.
August 31, 2025 at 8:32 PM
+ who preaches 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺, it’s an entirely inefficient way to snag a look-see at his portrait. Still, restless energy has to go somewhere.
“Well, I’m not arguing that,” Tony agrees. His face is already tinted red from exertion; it’s a good cover story. “Mind if I take a peek?”
Coming up on Steve, he spins the office chair he occupies around by the backboard, until Tony’s looking at his golden crown instead of his face. For a man +
Coming up on Steve, he spins the office chair he occupies around by the backboard, until Tony’s looking at his golden crown instead of his face. For a man +
August 31, 2025 at 8:31 PM
“Well, I’m not arguing that,” Tony agrees. His face is already tinted red from exertion; it’s a good cover story. “Mind if I take a peek?”
Coming up on Steve, he spins the office chair he occupies around by the backboard, until Tony’s looking at his golden crown instead of his face. For a man +
Coming up on Steve, he spins the office chair he occupies around by the backboard, until Tony’s looking at his golden crown instead of his face. For a man +
+ isn’t confessing.
“Then again, it’s not unlike you to complicate things.”
“Then again, it’s not unlike you to complicate things.”
August 31, 2025 at 7:07 PM
+ isn’t confessing.
“Then again, it’s not unlike you to complicate things.”
“Then again, it’s not unlike you to complicate things.”
“Didn’t realize ogling me took so much thought,” Tony quips, sly and fond, as he approaches—and acknowledges—Steve for the first time since he’d busted out his tools.
It’s possible that tonight might’ve been more 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 than anything truly productive—all taut muscles and stagy poses—but Tony +
It’s possible that tonight might’ve been more 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 than anything truly productive—all taut muscles and stagy poses—but Tony +
August 31, 2025 at 7:05 PM
“Didn’t realize ogling me took so much thought,” Tony quips, sly and fond, as he approaches—and acknowledges—Steve for the first time since he’d busted out his tools.
It’s possible that tonight might’ve been more 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 than anything truly productive—all taut muscles and stagy poses—but Tony +
It’s possible that tonight might’ve been more 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 than anything truly productive—all taut muscles and stagy poses—but Tony +
+ he wheels on his heels to survey the room. His brows pull, knitting, and though the question that follows doesn’t place blame, his eyes do.
They find Steve.
“Who turned off my music?”
They find Steve.
“Who turned off my music?”
August 31, 2025 at 6:32 PM
+ he wheels on his heels to survey the room. His brows pull, knitting, and though the question that follows doesn’t place blame, his eyes do.
They find Steve.
“Who turned off my music?”
They find Steve.
“Who turned off my music?”
“You get into a flow state,” Tony elaborates. He drags his knuckles across sweaty curls, driving them back; it streaks his forehead with ash. “Everything blinks out. Every 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵, every 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨… until you’re left with zilch. If anything, it gets too 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭.”
Momentarily snapped out of some haze, +
Momentarily snapped out of some haze, +
August 31, 2025 at 6:32 PM
“You get into a flow state,” Tony elaborates. He drags his knuckles across sweaty curls, driving them back; it streaks his forehead with ash. “Everything blinks out. Every 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵, every 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨… until you’re left with zilch. If anything, it gets too 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭.”
Momentarily snapped out of some haze, +
Momentarily snapped out of some haze, +
+ plastered to his sweaty forehead, his white tank top smeared with soot.
He doesn't flinch.
He doesn't flinch.
August 31, 2025 at 5:49 PM
+ plastered to his sweaty forehead, his white tank top smeared with soot.
He doesn't flinch.
He doesn't flinch.
Unfortunately for Steve, he’s in the 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞.
Accustomed to working in seclusion, Tony issues no warning before tossing an oily wrench over his shoulder—a dirty pair of socks for DUM-E to sweep off the floor. He rises to full height as it topples a stack of cardboard boxes, damp curls +
Accustomed to working in seclusion, Tony issues no warning before tossing an oily wrench over his shoulder—a dirty pair of socks for DUM-E to sweep off the floor. He rises to full height as it topples a stack of cardboard boxes, damp curls +
August 31, 2025 at 5:48 PM
Unfortunately for Steve, he’s in the 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞.
Accustomed to working in seclusion, Tony issues no warning before tossing an oily wrench over his shoulder—a dirty pair of socks for DUM-E to sweep off the floor. He rises to full height as it topples a stack of cardboard boxes, damp curls +
Accustomed to working in seclusion, Tony issues no warning before tossing an oily wrench over his shoulder—a dirty pair of socks for DUM-E to sweep off the floor. He rises to full height as it topples a stack of cardboard boxes, damp curls +
+ happened, he turns and flashes the attendant a full-faced smile.*
Let’s go track down those mixed nuts, yeah?
Let’s go track down those mixed nuts, yeah?
August 27, 2025 at 7:18 PM
+ happened, he turns and flashes the attendant a full-faced smile.*
Let’s go track down those mixed nuts, yeah?
Let’s go track down those mixed nuts, yeah?
*Tony pulls back with his prize—overly-processed, messy donut holes. Jaw slack, his gaze dips down the ‘V’ of Steve’s body, eyes heavy-lidded and 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. It climbs back up and stops at his chest, a little above his ribcage, and travels no higher. He hums.*
*As if the moment never +
*As if the moment never +
August 27, 2025 at 7:16 PM
*Tony pulls back with his prize—overly-processed, messy donut holes. Jaw slack, his gaze dips down the ‘V’ of Steve’s body, eyes heavy-lidded and 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. It climbs back up and stops at his chest, a little above his ribcage, and travels no higher. He hums.*
*As if the moment never +
*As if the moment never +
+ avalanche.*
You’re more than welcome to take a bite.
*Rising on his tiptoes, he leans in, breath warm and gentle—*
*—…to reach for the bag of donut holes behind Steve’s head.*
You’re more than welcome to take a bite.
*Rising on his tiptoes, he leans in, breath warm and gentle—*
*—…to reach for the bag of donut holes behind Steve’s head.*
August 26, 2025 at 11:45 PM
+ avalanche.*
You’re more than welcome to take a bite.
*Rising on his tiptoes, he leans in, breath warm and gentle—*
*—…to reach for the bag of donut holes behind Steve’s head.*
You’re more than welcome to take a bite.
*Rising on his tiptoes, he leans in, breath warm and gentle—*
*—…to reach for the bag of donut holes behind Steve’s head.*
*This go-around, there’s nothing smug in the look on Tony’s face. It dissolves, filtered out, and he’s left smiling with no undertones.*
Is that right?
*Sidestepping Steve, he steers him backward into the rows of snack cakes, careful not to insist too hard and risk triggering a sugary +
Is that right?
*Sidestepping Steve, he steers him backward into the rows of snack cakes, careful not to insist too hard and risk triggering a sugary +
August 26, 2025 at 11:40 PM
*This go-around, there’s nothing smug in the look on Tony’s face. It dissolves, filtered out, and he’s left smiling with no undertones.*
Is that right?
*Sidestepping Steve, he steers him backward into the rows of snack cakes, careful not to insist too hard and risk triggering a sugary +
Is that right?
*Sidestepping Steve, he steers him backward into the rows of snack cakes, careful not to insist too hard and risk triggering a sugary +
+ stop,* Lucky you. Saved by the bell.
August 26, 2025 at 11:02 PM
+ stop,* Lucky you. Saved by the bell.
*A smirk cracks his lips. Fortunately for Steve (and perhaps Tony’s own good), a hanging sign that displays a synopsis of the aisle ahead catches his attention—‘snack cakes’ among the list.*
*Lips pinching left harder,* Who says I’d be the indecent one? *And, a step later, bringing them to a +
*Lips pinching left harder,* Who says I’d be the indecent one? *And, a step later, bringing them to a +
August 26, 2025 at 11:01 PM
*A smirk cracks his lips. Fortunately for Steve (and perhaps Tony’s own good), a hanging sign that displays a synopsis of the aisle ahead catches his attention—‘snack cakes’ among the list.*
*Lips pinching left harder,* Who says I’d be the indecent one? *And, a step later, bringing them to a +
*Lips pinching left harder,* Who says I’d be the indecent one? *And, a step later, bringing them to a +
*Steve’s hypervigilance is met with a chuckle. Tony’s tickled pink.*
𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹, would’ya? This place is a ghost town. You’re withdrawing from the city.
*A newly isolated, domestic life has taught him as much.*
𝘐𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵, I estimate there’s a whole lot more I could get away with.
𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹, would’ya? This place is a ghost town. You’re withdrawing from the city.
*A newly isolated, domestic life has taught him as much.*
𝘐𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵, I estimate there’s a whole lot more I could get away with.
August 26, 2025 at 9:21 PM
*Steve’s hypervigilance is met with a chuckle. Tony’s tickled pink.*
𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹, would’ya? This place is a ghost town. You’re withdrawing from the city.
*A newly isolated, domestic life has taught him as much.*
𝘐𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵, I estimate there’s a whole lot more I could get away with.
𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹, would’ya? This place is a ghost town. You’re withdrawing from the city.
*A newly isolated, domestic life has taught him as much.*
𝘐𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵, I estimate there’s a whole lot more I could get away with.
*Fluorescents buzz overhead. The place feels cold and sterile—a repurposed hospital. Only hospitals are never so deserted.*
*A dog on a leash, Tony allows himself to be led through the labyrinth.*
*Playful as they round the produce aisle,* Didn’t realize you loved my holes so much.
*A dog on a leash, Tony allows himself to be led through the labyrinth.*
*Playful as they round the produce aisle,* Didn’t realize you loved my holes so much.
August 26, 2025 at 8:56 PM
*Fluorescents buzz overhead. The place feels cold and sterile—a repurposed hospital. Only hospitals are never so deserted.*
*A dog on a leash, Tony allows himself to be led through the labyrinth.*
*Playful as they round the produce aisle,* Didn’t realize you loved my holes so much.
*A dog on a leash, Tony allows himself to be led through the labyrinth.*
*Playful as they round the produce aisle,* Didn’t realize you loved my holes so much.
*Tony’s equally as quick to shed his helmet, hair a porcupine’s.*
Feeling feisty today, aren’t we, Rapunzel?
*His pinky finger seeks out Steve’s; when they meet, he clasps their hands together. Giving a gentle squeeze,*
Don’t lose me. I’m not getting stuck in produce again.
Feeling feisty today, aren’t we, Rapunzel?
*His pinky finger seeks out Steve’s; when they meet, he clasps their hands together. Giving a gentle squeeze,*
Don’t lose me. I’m not getting stuck in produce again.
August 26, 2025 at 8:18 PM
*Tony’s equally as quick to shed his helmet, hair a porcupine’s.*
Feeling feisty today, aren’t we, Rapunzel?
*His pinky finger seeks out Steve’s; when they meet, he clasps their hands together. Giving a gentle squeeze,*
Don’t lose me. I’m not getting stuck in produce again.
Feeling feisty today, aren’t we, Rapunzel?
*His pinky finger seeks out Steve’s; when they meet, he clasps their hands together. Giving a gentle squeeze,*
Don’t lose me. I’m not getting stuck in produce again.
+ little out of breath,* You’re in charge of navigation.
August 26, 2025 at 8:02 PM
+ little out of breath,* You’re in charge of navigation.
*Tony’s teeth trap his bottom lip as he stares ahead; a grin breaks the hold.*
First time for everything.
*He shakes his limbs like he’s casting off water, an attempt to rid himself of an almost-overwhelming high.* Oh, boy. 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝. God, I needed that. 𝙐𝙜𝙝.
*Keeling over, hands on his knees, a +
First time for everything.
*He shakes his limbs like he’s casting off water, an attempt to rid himself of an almost-overwhelming high.* Oh, boy. 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝. God, I needed that. 𝙐𝙜𝙝.
*Keeling over, hands on his knees, a +
August 26, 2025 at 8:01 PM
*Tony’s teeth trap his bottom lip as he stares ahead; a grin breaks the hold.*
First time for everything.
*He shakes his limbs like he’s casting off water, an attempt to rid himself of an almost-overwhelming high.* Oh, boy. 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝. God, I needed that. 𝙐𝙜𝙝.
*Keeling over, hands on his knees, a +
First time for everything.
*He shakes his limbs like he’s casting off water, an attempt to rid himself of an almost-overwhelming high.* Oh, boy. 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝. God, I needed that. 𝙐𝙜𝙝.
*Keeling over, hands on his knees, a +
*They fly past the store on the first go. Tony u-turns somewhere up ahead, unfazed by the cop car that watches the road from a bordering parking lot. Luckily, it seems just as uninterested.*
*When he finally brings them to a stop and ankles down the kickstand, he’s laughing.*
You passing out on +
*When he finally brings them to a stop and ankles down the kickstand, he’s laughing.*
You passing out on +
August 26, 2025 at 7:41 PM
*They fly past the store on the first go. Tony u-turns somewhere up ahead, unfazed by the cop car that watches the road from a bordering parking lot. Luckily, it seems just as uninterested.*
*When he finally brings them to a stop and ankles down the kickstand, he’s laughing.*
You passing out on +
*When he finally brings them to a stop and ankles down the kickstand, he’s laughing.*
You passing out on +
*Whipping past what could’ve been their deathbed, Tony whoops a battle cry.*
*Screaming,* What was that? Sorry. I can’t hear you. You’re going to have to speak up!
*He twists his wrist. The engine growls as they speed up.*
I’m just warming it up!
*Screaming,* What was that? Sorry. I can’t hear you. You’re going to have to speak up!
*He twists his wrist. The engine growls as they speed up.*
I’m just warming it up!
August 26, 2025 at 7:09 PM
*Whipping past what could’ve been their deathbed, Tony whoops a battle cry.*
*Screaming,* What was that? Sorry. I can’t hear you. You’re going to have to speak up!
*He twists his wrist. The engine growls as they speed up.*
I’m just warming it up!
*Screaming,* What was that? Sorry. I can’t hear you. You’re going to have to speak up!
*He twists his wrist. The engine growls as they speed up.*
I’m just warming it up!
+ Just a nice, smooth and easy, ride around the block.
*He turns, flashing Steve a charming smile.*
*He turns, flashing Steve a charming smile.*
August 26, 2025 at 6:09 PM
+ Just a nice, smooth and easy, ride around the block.
*He turns, flashing Steve a charming smile.*
*He turns, flashing Steve a charming smile.*
*Tony strokes his hand along the bike’s frame like he’s petting a cat. It’s the kind of thing he used to beg Mom and Dad for—the kind that’d have Mom signing the cross and saying, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵.*
Right. No shenanigans, no having fun, keep up with the local senior squad… +
Right. No shenanigans, no having fun, keep up with the local senior squad… +
August 26, 2025 at 6:09 PM
*Tony strokes his hand along the bike’s frame like he’s petting a cat. It’s the kind of thing he used to beg Mom and Dad for—the kind that’d have Mom signing the cross and saying, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵.*
Right. No shenanigans, no having fun, keep up with the local senior squad… +
Right. No shenanigans, no having fun, keep up with the local senior squad… +