I just finished reading Fight Club and I’m pretty sure Palahniuk is still in my brain because my inner monologue on the way to work sounded awfully Durden-esque.
Q:since you asked me pov, you do pov too
Tony’s breaths were even and measured, the only thing he could hear, drowning out the camera shutters, the clamoring of questions. He could feel the air like water closing over his head, taking him under.
He reached to Bruce like a lifeline.
He waved and smiled, and the noise became words. He said them back, cheerful and practiced.
And he never dropped his hand.
Q:The end -- failing that, First!
"I was thinking," Bruce drew out the words like taffy. "Somewhere sunny. And hot. White sand beach. Cool ocean breeze.
"Nobody around for miles. Just you and me."
Bruce considered this. “And JARVIS.”
Tony’s grin turned playful. “Darcy? Maybe Pepper in a bikini?”
"Didn’t anyone tell you you should quit while you’re ahead?"
"Please," Tony scoffed. "What about Rhodey—you should see him in a speedo!"
hard to parse,
but original, casual, something
new and comfortable.
flesh was made to heal
and so were hearts built
to endure the fall
and rise again stronger
It is February
but I am not sad
Q:hugged wrong person from behind au for jay and tim oh my god please you beautiful human
Jay doesn’t think about it at the time, but it occurs to him later that night, as he’s brushing his teeth, that he doesn’t look anything like Brian.
MH Secret Santa Fic for penthepoet
(You asked for fluff, and, well, I’m not so good at keeping things entirely fluffy as it turns out.)
Birds are following him. Or, well, just one bird. One very specific bird.
Someone in the hornetsofthemarble chat said something about birthdays, so here’s Jay’s last birthday.