#ironicarus

[libertytm]

❝  -- i’ll  consider  it, ❞  something  was  effecting  steve’s  abilities,  that  was  the  reality.  but  they  had  the  best  doctors  and  scientists  looking  at  his  test  results,  they’d  figure  out  what  was  going  on.  he  wasn’t  sure  if  tony’s  proposal  was  necessary.  ❝ captain  america  ARMOR...  seems  a  little  showboaty  don’t  you  think? ❞  the  last  comment  is  good-natured  and  just  to  give  the  other  man  a  hard  time.   //  @ironicarus​  (sc) 

[fearfeeling]

@ironicarus  /  sadness is like a festering wound that only spreads deeper and further with time. it eats away at you as a person, and leaves behind a shell of bones in your place. and the most tragic part is, it’s not often anyone notices the fact that a skeleton has taken your place. it appears so gradually, that it’s nearly impossible. if tony’s hands shake more than usual now, he can blame it on one too many coffees, if his gaze has dulled, assuring that he’s just in need of a good nights sleep, should do the trick. and for the most part, his lies are believed by everyone. everyone except for his closest loved ones. everyone except for connor. he doesn’t want to talk, doesn’t want to explain why he feels as though he’s on the verge of exploding, yet also at the same time, he feels as though he’s sinking into a black hole. instead he’s selfishly clinging to a man, who’s issues almost meet, if not exceed tony’s own, like he’s a lifeline. he knows it’s not healthy, but at this point, it’s hard to care. he doesn’t want to talk, so instead he seals their tormenting and expecting silence with a kiss, hungry and desperate, he pours his emotions into his actions, all while crushing the nagging thought in his mind that this isn’t the way to handle his problems.

///

sleepless nights, empty bottles, dark skies.  all a familiar pattern in his life when things get a little too hot to handle, a little too much for his soul.  he’s a man burdened with sorrow and grief, masked in solitude and stoicism.  his shield-assigned therapist tells him there’s much he needs to work through, as if he doesn’t know his own brain.  he knows himself well enough.  knows how terribly far he falls from perfection, how he’s more of a stain than a pleasure.  yet tony often convinces him otherwise, trusting him with his heart, and connor treads carefully.  he’s no saint, no glorious lover.  he tries with intent, tries with action.  words often fall short, dead on his tongue before he even finds a way to phrase the very feelings he’s continually shoved into the hole in his heart.

if he’s the moon, then tony’s the sun.  they are often on different paths, though they meet together every so often.  those moments together are what make it worth it, but they are by far, not always joyous.  he’s come to check on tony, because it’s been a while, and he’s not one to pull him away from his work if he’s adamant about it.  boundaries are something he’s learned to work with, especially considering he’s got many of his own.

tonight the façade has cracked.  tonight, they eclipse each other.  tony, hungry and desperate, pulled against his body, and he understands.  he returns in fervour, a hand sliding under fabric against warm skin, fingers gripping lightly.  he grounds himself then, recognizes that this isn’t healthy, not for tony.  connor is no saint, but he refuses to pull a man deeper when he’s already drowning.  it’s difficult to tell him no, to pull his lips away and sway back onto his feet.  his free hand shifts to cup tony’s cheek.

“hey,”  he rasps out, thumb stroking over the curve of tony’s cheek.  “not like this, babe.  not tonight, tony.”  now gently over the bags under his eyes.  he exhales a soft breath.  “i know— i know you don’t wanna talk.  and that’s fine, ‘m okay with that.  but we aren’t doin’ this right now, alright?  you need a shower, or a bath.  some food and water, then bed.  don’t gotta sleep if y’don’t want to or feel like y’can’t.  just… lay there.  i can be there, too.  put on some music, or a show or somethin’.”  i love you.  brows furrow and he closes his eyes for a brief moment.  he threads a hand through tony’s disheveled hair, hopes he understands that connor is trying to pull him up for air.  “i love you.”

[bnnrs]

❪ ♡ ❫    *    &     :      @ironicarus​ .

         ❪ tony sends text from across room ❫ ❝ *deepthroat by cupcake plays from ringtone*  sorry , that’s mine . . . ⸻⸻ let me just ⸻⸻ mute that ! ❞   

[shinedied]

          the  first  thing  he  had  learned  in  his  meetings  was  the  sense  of  brotherhood,  comradery.  though  not  every  sorry  sack  of  shit  who  came  in  believed,  or  UPHELD  that  tenement.  daniel  is  convinced  it’s  what  actually  managed  to  break  through,  to  get  him  to  see  nearly  four  years  sober  this  april.  almost,  almost,  just  keep  the  cork  in  the  jug  a  little  longer.  and  everyone  has  their  own  STRUGGLES.  whether  four  hours,  four  days,  or  decades  --  it  was  a  never  ending  battle.  one  that  his  own  sponsor  would  instill  in  him  that  needed  constant  challenge,  and  fight.  it  seems  as  though  tony  here,  he’s  having  a  rough  time.  dan’s  been  there  --  been  so  close  as  to  be  outside  of  a  bar  with  his  feet  on  the  gravel  as  he  still  sits  in  his  car.  more  than  anything,  he  gets  it.  it’s  at  times  like  that  he’s  glad  he  does,  and  is  able  to  pay  some  of  that  GOOD  FAITH  forward.  “ it’s  up  to  you.  so  if  you  want  to  surrender,  then  i  will  too. ”

&  ,  TONY  ;  @ironicarus​.                         --              small  sc  

[archiveshelassos]

AS TENDER AS HER heart, Diana’s lithe fingers press a cold cloth to Tony’s gnarled flesh, the pigment more fitting for an abstract painting than on human skin. Though worry blooms in her chest, Diana feels her lips quirk into a soft smile. He has a spirit of a fighter, this one. He also has the spirit of someone destined to die as young as they are reckless. A lecture conjured from her own concerns straddle the tip of her tongue, but Diana refuses to vocalize it. He’s made his bed, certainly, but he needn’t sleep in it alone. Ah, perhaps not the best analogy when speaking of Tony Stark, still the sentiment remains. ❛ Do enlighten me. Is this the handiwork of a drunken escapade or were you pulling your punches again? Both, perhaps? ❜ 

@ironicarus​

[shinegone]

    dan  politely  holds  up  a  hand,  and  shakes  his  head.  though  there’s  a  figment  of  embarrassment  he  swallows  it  behind  a  thick  throat.  it’s  for  the  best,  he  reminds  himself.  then  doubt  comes,  reminding  himself  again  that  it  never  lasts.  he  offers  a  tight  smile,  “ staying  away  from  alcohol.  reason  being,  once  i  start,  it’s  sometimes  hard  to  stop. ”

         tony  ,  @ironicarus​​​                           –  p.  

[fatedfuturist]

sup mr...... STANK

it's IRON stank to you.

[brainwranglertm-a]

                                A    SINGLE    FINGER    REACHES    OUT    ,    ,        it    softly    tapping    the    forehead    of    THE    TONY    STARK    -    (    morning    sunshine    )        lips    part    into    a    smile    as    brown    hues    catches    his    own    gaze    ,    ,    ❝    the    birds    are    singing    ❞    soft    words    grow    softer        as    the    finger    that    was    in    front    of    his    own    face    came    up    to    her    ear    ,    ,    TIRED    EYES    looking    upwards    as    she    listens    (    the    birds    were    singing    )    her    smile    grows    WIDER    as    she    listens    eyes    shining    brightly    ,    ,    ❝    that    means    we've    been    up    for    FAR    TOO    LONG        ❞        but    instead    of    putting    her    books    and    notes    away    the    small    woman        offers    her    hand    to    him    ,    ,    ❝        will    you    join    me    in    a    dance    ?    ?    ❞    over    tired    lungs    laugh    sleepily    as    she    awaits    his    answer.    /    / @ironicarus​ <3 for a starter