In theory, the moment you meet your soulmate you’re stripped of all your defenses, laid bare before them in a magical and romantic moment.
In practice… Tony is pissed. He’d really liked that suit.
(AKA the soulmate AU where you lose your clothes when you meet your soulmate. Yes you read that correctly. Don’t think about it too hard lort knows I didn’t)
You ever have an idea that’s so fantastically cracky you just HAVE to do it?
See what happened was…. I said to @saganarojanaolt, AS A JOKE, “Soulmate AU where your clothes vanish.” I’d like to blame her for enabling me but honestly this is mostly all me I just couldn’t stop ahahaha please… enjoy..?
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Tony knows that Happy has been tactfully avoiding him since the latest incident, but he also knows that Happy is going to be in his office all day today. Tony has had Pepper saving up all of Happy’s paperwork all week to dump it on him today for just that reason, because Tony is tired of chasing him all over the place and Pepper has refused to help any more than that.
And JARVIS won’t help either, that traitor, just because Happy plays chess with the AI and never gets tired of being beat.
But now Happy has nowhere to run, he should be done with the interviews Tony saw on his calendar and just diving into the paperwork and Tony is ready to strike.
“Happy Harold Hogan,” Tony is already saying as he bursts into the office and oops, apparently Happy is not quite done with his last interview yet.
That seems the most likely reason for the man with the brand new suit and the broad shoulders standing across the desk from Happy, apparently forgetting that they were in the middle of shaking hands and jumping as he looks up at Tony with wide eyes. It’s too late to stop now though, Tony has been planning this speech for days, he is on a roll, so he just keeps right on going.
And honestly, if the guy is going to work here he deserves to know that his new boss is a lunatic. And yes, Tony does mean Happy and himself.
“I have a very important question for you,” Tony says, fixing his own attention on Happy again because he doesn’t need to add ‘eyes up the employees’ to this interesting first impression he’s making on the new hire here.
Happy is staring back at him with his mouth hanging open and his eyebrows slowly crawling up his forehead, which Tony is going to take as a sign that he doesn’t want the talking-to he’s about to get but that’s too bad.
“Why,” Tony demands, “am I still hearing that you’re frisking the delivery people? We talked about this. There’s 'taking security seriously’ and then there’s you and you are a lawsuit waiting to happen, stop-”
That’s about the time Tony notices Happy’s office is a lot cooler than he expected. And breezier. Which isn’t right, Tony is in a three piece suit today and he rushed down here before Happy had a chance to grab his paperwork and flee, so he glances dam at himself and sure enough-
“Oh come on,” Tony says, staring down at his own bare chest in dismay. And his bare legs. And his stupid novelty boxers. The cartoon platypuses smile back up at him from the neon blue fabric.
“Meetin’ your soulmate on laundry day, huh?” Says the other guy in the room, who is apparently Tony’s soulmate, and he sounds way too amused, “I used to have those nightmares.”
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You ever been in a state where you physically have no energy, but you're bored and socially understimulated so you kind of wish you could just invite people to come over like this:
this is great actually! like we're a great believer in casual kink like kink that just runs as an undercurrent rather than being the focus like it is in scenes.
like when you do the cooking in just an apron, or game in a catsuit, or you're just watching tv but you've been tied up, or you've got like an 'i love you' trigger that does something special when you're just having a cuddle or out and about. it's about just existing in a horny space while the horny isn't the focus. instead of boxing up all the horny and opening up the box when you finally get to scene, it's about living in that box. casual horny is why we have day collars and kink gear that's invisible to vanilla folks. it's being available on a whim, and just living in a kinky/horny space without it being the centre of attention. like it's obvious but also it's not a big deal, it's just expressing a side of yourself openly where society would have you hide it. it's about wearing your kinks on your sleeve, and not feeling the pressure of a scene while still getting to feel kinky and horny. it's about being your true self while doing the stuff that everyone has to do.
it's the point where 'kink is what we do' turns into 'kink is who we are'.
casual kink is just the best. it's low pressure fun. it's just enjoying being kinky without feeling like you have to buy in to a whole big deal. it's about just enjoying yourself without feeling like you have to be 'on'.
it's existing as a kinky person without shame.
openin’ the door to the microwave one second early because you don’t need all the hootin’ and hollerin’
““I’m not a moral backbone, per say. I’m more of a moral appendix. I’m here, but I’m apparently useless and sometimes I explode.””
— -Our lawful good but also insanely anxious cleric’s player.
ADHD is such nonsense sometimes. I was worried my PMDD had escalated and was continuing into my cycle and that I’d never know the warmth of sunshine on my skin or the fresh taste of strawberries.
And then I decluttered the bedroom and removed something I’d been meaning to tackle for weeks and ah, I see. I am not in actual fact on the brink of a nervous breakdown, I was just visually overstimulated and my ADHD was doing the nervous system equivalent of a chihuahua shaking itself to death out of sheer nervous existence. As though I don’t have actual Horrors to be overwhelmed by but no, the chair in the corner that had become a dumping ground for all my stuff was my mental limit.
live laugh love? nah, bite scream growl