Not Canon? what are you talking about?

Suburban Streets

Finally posting this, yay! Huge thanks of the size of the universe to my love Cherry for being incredibly supporting & to Morgan for beta’ing this big chunk of text. This is Steve/Tony, with Bruce/Clint as a side-pairing. It’s NC-17, 20000~ words and a mix of all the feels really. Mirrored on AO3.

They’re basically high school runaways on a trip across the USA (meaning you shouldn’t read it if you aren’t comfortable with underage consensual sex).

Chapter One

The thing about life is that you can’t properly describe it. Imagine if someone who doesn’t know what life is asked what it’s all about. Don’t imagine why that person doesn’t know what life is to begin with; simply ponder on your answer. There are very high chances your answer won’t get very far from “going around, breathing and doing stuff”.

And that person might ask you “what kind of stuff?” and then you’ll be left in an awkward silence, because how can you explain to its full capacity every single thing you do as a human? You can’t, or maybe you’re really smart and you can, but chances are, you’ll be stuck in a bother because you do so much stuff, where do you even begin?

You do things you planned, you do things you talked about, you do things you heard were fun to do, but most of all you do really unexpected things. Small things, like running out of coffee and having to hop to the store at 7a.m. in your Star Trek pajamas and the worst case of bed hair, or maybe big things like a new job offer in Thailand, things that simply appear out of thin air. When you’re about to settle in for a comfortable life, something brand new is thrown at you with the force of a cannon ball, and you’re stuck dealing with it. Sometimes you have help from friends and family, sometimes you don’t.

This story is about one of those times; it’s about those unexpected things that happen in life. Most of all though, it’s about a friendship.

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“Macho, macho man, I’ve gotta be a macho man”. Tony groans as he tries to turn down his alarm clock. His eyes are pinched closed against his soft pillow as he waves his arm back and forward; one of these days he’s going to throw away that stupid thing and start sleeping in. Or at least get revenge on Steve for buying him such an annoying piece of electronics in the first place.

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Suburban Streets

tonysboner:

Finally posting this, yay! Huge thanks of the size of the universe to my love Cherry for being incredibly supporting & to Morgan for beta’ing this big chunk of text. This is Steve/Tony, with Bruce/Clint as a side-pairing. It’s NC-17, 20000~ words and a mix of all the feels really. Mirrored on AO3.

They’re basically high school runaways on a trip across the USA (meaning you shouldn’t read it if you aren’t comfortable with underage consensual sex).

Chapter One

The thing about life is that you can’t properly describe it. Imagine if someone who doesn’t know what life is asked what it’s all about. Don’t imagine why that person doesn’t know what life is to begin with; simply ponder on your answer. There are very high chances your answer won’t get very far from “going around, breathing and doing stuff”.

And that person might ask you “what kind of stuff?” and then you’ll be left in an awkward silence, because how can you explain to its full capacity every single thing you do as a human? You can’t, or maybe you’re really smart and you can, but chances are, you’ll be stuck in a bother because you do so much stuff, where do you even begin?

You do things you planned, you do things you talked about, you do things you heard were fun to do, but most of all you do really unexpected things. Small things, like running out of coffee and having to hop to the store at 7a.m. in your Star Trek pajamas and the worst case of bed hair, or maybe big things like a new job offer in Thailand, things that simply appear out of thin air. When you’re about to settle in for a comfortable life, something brand new is thrown at you with the force of a cannon ball, and you’re stuck dealing with it. Sometimes you have help from friends and family, sometimes you don’t.

This story is about one of those times; it’s about those unexpected things that happen in life. Most of all though, it’s about a friendship.

-+-

“Macho, macho man, I’ve gotta be a macho man”. Tony groans as he tries to turn down his alarm clock. His eyes are pinched closed against his soft pillow as he waves his arm back and forward; one of these days he’s going to throw away that stupid thing and start sleeping in. Or at least get revenge on Steve for buying him such an annoying piece of electronics in the first place.

Read More