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sleeponrooftops.livejournal.comtitle: a heartbeat drives you mad
author: sleeponrooftops
fandom: Marvel
pairing(s): Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Betty Ross
ancillary pairing(s): Steve/Sharon Carter, Steve/Bucky Barnes, Steve/Johnny Storm, Tony/Johnny, Tony/various omcs, Tony/various ofcs, Peggy Carter/Pepper Potts, Tony/Betty/Bruce
rating: nc17
summary: They move like magnets, pushing and pulling as they tear each other apart, discovering and exploring until they are a natural disaster on the brink of destruction, and then, like a calm before a storm, they begin to understand, and as they discover themselves, they learn how to be catastrophic together.
Or, Steve and Tony are absolutely wretched at being secret boyfriends, so they learn how to be friends, and, somehow, they trip into love, stumbling through Steve coming to terms with being gay, Tony trying to hide his twisted life, and too much parties, sex, and yoga that any sane person would fall apart, and yet, here they are, magnets drawn together.
warning(s): college au, language, sex, angst, Tony has issues, Tony’s kind of a slut, Steve is also kind of a slut, non-explicit dubcon, physical abuse, canon minor character death, substance abuse, Steve and Tony don’t get together until sophomore year, a lot of yoga, probably too many party scenes, too much sexual tension, mentions of past self abuse, Tony has legit medical issues, homophobia, foreign languages
dedication: This is for one of my best friends, Erin. She has rolled on the ground with me, danced with me, laughed with me, cried with me, and screamed with me. She has been there for every word of this story, and she is the only reason it’s still going strong. She is the reason many of my fics get written, but this is the one I’ll always think about when I think of her. Thank you, my little queen.
disclaimer: Don’t own. Title belongs to Fleetwood Mac. Lyrics belong to Sanders Bohlke.
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author: sleeponrooftops
fandom: Marvel
pairing(s): Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Betty Ross
ancillary pairing(s): Steve/Sharon Carter, Steve/Bucky Barnes, Steve/Johnny Storm, Tony/Johnny, Tony/various omcs, Tony/various ofcs, Peggy Carter/Pepper Potts, Tony/Betty/Bruce
rating: nc17
summary: They move like magnets, pushing and pulling as they tear each other apart, discovering and exploring until they are a natural disaster on the brink of destruction, and then, like a calm before a storm, they begin to understand, and as they discover themselves, they learn how to be catastrophic together.
Or, Steve and Tony are absolutely wretched at being secret boyfriends, so they learn how to be friends, and, somehow, they trip into love, stumbling through Steve coming to terms with being gay, Tony trying to hide his twisted life, and too much parties, sex, and yoga that any sane person would fall apart, and yet, here they are, magnets drawn together.
warning(s): college au, language, sex, angst, Tony has issues, Tony’s kind of a slut, Steve is also kind of a slut, non-explicit dubcon, physical abuse, canon minor character death, substance abuse, Steve and Tony don’t get together until sophomore year, a lot of yoga, probably too many party scenes, too much sexual tension, mentions of past self abuse, Tony has legit medical issues, homophobia, foreign languages
dedication: This is for one of my best friends, Erin. She has rolled on the ground with me, danced with me, laughed with me, cried with me, and screamed with me. She has been there for every word of this story, and she is the only reason it’s still going strong. She is the reason many of my fics get written, but this is the one I’ll always think about when I think of her. Thank you, my little queen.
disclaimer: Don’t own. Title belongs to Fleetwood Mac. Lyrics belong to Sanders Bohlke.
one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen | sixteen | seventeen | eighteen | nineteen | twenty | twentyone | twentytwo | twentythree | twentyfour | twentyfive | twentysix | twentyseven | twentyeight | twentynine | thirty | thirtyone | thirtytwo | thirtythree | thirtyfour | thirtyfive | thirtysix | thirtyseven | thirtyeight | thirtynine | forty | fortyone
