I have to do this…or I can not sleep.

No war no cry ;_;

that magic moment

This is me butting in to fill a prompt for an anon who had a bad day yesterday. Depressions sucks, friend, this I well know. Sorry it got a bit angsty. Tony is a dork, as we are all WELL aware. Hopefully this helps a little.

Day Count: 3140

Total Count: 15,445

Story: random other thing

Story status: finished (i think?)

Title is from the “godawful wedding song Darcy has chosen for [their] first dance”: Could I Have This Dance. See Steve, it’s not that bad.

Steve stared at himself in the mirror, eyes scanning up and down his tuxedo. He reached up to tweak his bowtie and then made a face when it ended up crooked in the other direction.

“Stop touching it,” Clint said, stepping around and slapping at Steve’s hand. “I will make you stand at attention, don’t think I won’t.”

Steve leveled a glare, but he knew it failed even before Clint grinned.

“Relax, Cap. Nothing is going to go wrong today.”

“I know that,” Steve said. His voice wasn’t quite convincing though, and he scowled at his reflection. His hand started to rise, but Clint pushed it back down before it got anywhere near his tie.

“I mean—and I can’t believe I’m saying this—Loki is in charge of security and you know he’s not going to let anything happen.”

Steve’s nose wrinkled. “Don’t remind me,” he muttered.

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Hero [Stony]

Tony stood there in the rubble, his gauntlet covered hand shaking as he held it in front of him, the repulsor flickering and pulsating. The brunette swallowed, his vision swirling, before it slowly sunk down to his stomach, sending it rolling, feeling like he was about to throw up. Tony could feel a bruise growing on the side of one cheek, and a cut dripping blood. He stared ahead of him, at a lone figure who was still. The brunette’s helmet had been torn away some time during the battle, however, his head was unharmed. However, Tony wished fiercely that he had died.

Because Steve was standing in front of him.

Steve, his uniform torn and bloody, Steve, defenseless and worn down, his hands limp by his sides as he watched Tony with dull blue eyes. Pain tore at Tony’s heart.

Those eyes. Those eyes, the bluest Tony had ever seen, the most honest, sincere, earnest, and wonderful blue eyes Tony had ever seen. The eyes he’d fallen in love with, the eyes he’d gazed into for minutes at a time sleepily after Steve had woken him up with a kiss on the nose, his eyelids, or his mouth during lazy mornings. Eyes that had always been filled with a bright light, eyes he’d seen too many times to ever forget. Eyes that had been seared into Tony’s memory, eyes that always, always lit up like the sun whenever Tony appeared, eyes that followed him wherever he went, eyes that had traced over Tony’s body lovingly every night. Eyes that belonged to the man Tony had thought he’d spend the rest of his life with. Eyes that had promised him everything. The eyes that truly had been the windows to the soul.

But they were dull now. Unseeing. Unfeeling. The blue fire that had burned untamed had been doused, only leaving behind the shell of the man Tony had come to love. The man Tony would have given up his life for. How ironic it was, for the person you would give your life for was the one behind the trigger, or in this case, the one he had to fight, the one he had to kill. His stomach rebelled, and it took everything in Tony for him not to collapse on his knees and retch.

“Do it, Tony. Don’t hesitate. You’re a hero now.”

The words burned like acid. Now, it was much worse. It went straight to the brunette’s heart, intent on destroying him from the inside, slowly. Steve’s voice was quiet, reserved, and the blonde continued to look at Tony with his sad but at peace azure eyes. It made Tony want to scream and shout himself hoarse. Tony’s face contorted, his expression scrunching in pain, and before he knew it, his vision was becoming blurry, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes and down his cheeks, his hand shaking more, and the brunette’s fingers twitched. He couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t. Not like this. Never like this. Not to Steve. Not to the love of his life, not to the man who’d become the core of his existence without him even knowing, not to him. He refused. Steve’s eyes were closed, and Tony saw something glistening on his cheek. The brunette snapped.

“I can’t.” The words tore out of Tony’s mouth, his voice raspy and dry, and his hand clenched, dropping to his side, useless. Tony physically couldn’t do it. His entire body seemed to shy away from anything as excruciatingly painful as a world without Steve. He’d come too far to go back, he’d experienced too much to go back. He couldn’t.

“Why not?” Steve’s eyes had opened, his fists clenched, his jaw tense as he grit his teeth, the tears continuing to flow. “Why the hell not? God damn it, Tony, just do it! You know there’s no other way, so do it!”

Tony’s mouth twisted. “Because I still love you, damn it!” The brunette suddenly lashed out, wanting to hit something hard, to feel anything but what he was feeling ravenously eating away at his heart. It was silent, so Tony continued, his eyes closing. “Because I can’t seem to fucking forget how you always made coffee for me in the mornings, how you always came down to the lab to keep me company, to make sure I was remembering to eat and sleep. Because I can’t seem to forget how much you love art, and how much you liked to talk about it, and because I can’t seem to forget watching you play with Dummy.” Tony swallowed, then forged on, opening his eyes and looking at Steve as he spoke. “Because I can’t seem to forget this feeling inside my chest, like my heart is about to burst whenever I look at you, because I can’t seem to forget all the little cheesy things you did for me, because I can’t seem to forget how you’d hug me from behind randomly and surprise the fucking hell out of me! Because I can’t forget your smile or your laugh, and it’s driving me crazy every second of the day. Because I kept telling myself I didn’t and don’t love you, that this was all a mistake, but then I find myself questioning, then why the hell does it feel so right?” He turned his head away from Steve,  closing his eyes as he tried to inhale.

“I can’t… Because if I didn’t love you… Because if I don’t love you… Then why does it feel like my fucking heart’s being ripped out of my chest?” Tony finally whispered at the end. He didn’t dare to look up or open his eyes, so he turned his back to Steve, opening his eyes, getting ready to fly off and run away, when he suddenly felt a pair of arms grab his shoulders and turn him around, and he felt a hand jerk his head up, and warm lips met his own in a harsh and frantic kiss, and Steve’s fingers grappled with his suit for purchase, before just giving up and encircling the brunette’s waist, bringing him closer and crushing his body into his own. Tony’s own arms found themselves around Steve’s neck instinctively, his fingers eagerly weaving into the blonde’s soft locks as their tears mingling together as they kissed as if there was no tomorrow. Steve finally pulled apart, both of them gasping for air, their foreheads pressed together.

“This is crazy.” Steve laughed, a little breathless giddy thing, but it was a laugh, and it made Tony’s heart skip a beat all over again, and the brunette couldn’t help but laugh also.

“You’re telling me?” Tony mused, his breath coming in pants, and Steve only grinned in response before ducking down to kiss Tony stupid again.

“I love you too, Tony. We’re going to make this work.” Steve answered as he pulled away, his voice soft but firm and confident, still holding Tony tightly by the waist, and the brunette’s (uncovered) hands pressed into the blonde’s cheeks, trying to collect his thoughts and his breath, looked up to stare into Steve’s eyes. Then he smiled.

“Yes… Yes we are.” He answered back. And he knew it was true. They would fight tooth and nail for this. And they would win. Because if anything, Steve and Tony were known to be stubborn.

I so like this!!!

The Mighty Thor vs. Spider (Thor x Reader + Avengers)

A/N: First of all, I am so sorry for keeping you guys waiting. I hope you all like this one, it was very amusing for me to write. I just can’t imagine big muscly Thor jumping around trying to get rid of a spider :D Please ignore any mistakes, and stay tuned for my next fics :) Requests are always open, I would love to hear new scenerios and write for you guys. xx

Oh, and this is very short. I am sorry about that too, but I will make up for it, trust me ;)

Request: Thorxreader please? Maybe she’s scared of spiders and there’s a pretty big one and he’s like laughing it off but then tries to get it and he gets scared and they have to call in reinforcements?

I kept kissing my boyfriend’s neck as he closed his eyes in pleasure and tilting his head, giving me more space to kiss. I put one of my hands on his bicep, the other one on his chest. I enjoyed the view, The Mighty Thor laying on my bed with only his boxers on. When he pulled me to him for a kiss, the worst thing happend. I saw a damn huge spider on the wall. I immediatly screamed and jumped off the bed, falling on my ass. I got up and ran towards the door. “What’s wrong? What happend?” He looked confused and worried. “S-s-Spider!” I yelled, pointing my finger to the spider. It was a huge ugly thing, just hanging on the wall. He looked at the wall and saw the spider. He laughed loudly and got on his feet. He kept laughing, turning his head to me. “NOT FUNNY.” I said with an angry voice. “Yeah love. Sure not.” He said, trying to stop laughing. I glared at him and put his shirt on. “GET RID OF IT!” I yelled in panic when the spider started to move. I took more steps back, my back against the wall. He just waved his hand at me, looking amused. “I’ll just throw it out of the window.” Thor said, relaxed. He turned to the spider’s direction, his eyes widened. He just stared at it, not looking amused. “Well, it is quite bigger when you look closer.” He said, not laughing anymore. “-And uh, ugh kind of ugly.” He added, his voice disgusted. “SMASH IT WITH MJOLNIR!” I yelled once again when I realized he didn’t want to touch it. He took a few steps back. “What? I don’t want a hole in my wall!” “JUST GET RID OF IT!” “Alright, alright…” He walked to the spider’s direction, and reached for it. The spider walked towards his hand and got on his shoulder. It all happend so fast. I yelled once again, terrified. Thor started to scream, “GET OFF ME YOU DULL CREATURE!” He started shaking his body, trying to get the spider fall off. Well, it didn’t. He kept jumping and screaming just like I did. I wanted to run out of the room, but I couldn’t because I didn’t have any clothes on except his shirt. The spider flew across the room, to my direction. I ran towards Thor and got on his back, wrapping my arms around his head. The spider walked towards us and Thor ran the other way, with me on his back. “We need reinforcements!” ****MEANWHILE IN THE COMMONROOM**** “Mr. Stark, Mr.Odinson and Miss (Y/L/N) are screaming in Mr. Odinson’s room, I think they are having a problem.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said, everyone’s eyes turned to each other’s, looking compeletly amused except Steve and Bruce, they looked down uncomfortably. “You two owe us 50!” Clint cheered, jumping and clapping his hands. Natasha joined him, “Pay up Wilson!” They smirked at the two, Pietro and Sam. “IN YOUR FACE SPEEDY! WE TOLD YOU THEY WERE HOOKING UP!” Sam rolled his eyes and reached out to his pocket. “I KNEW IT!” Tony cheered, smirking. “What if they really have a problem?” Bruce said, looking at them. “Well if orgasm counts as one…” Pietro mumbled. Tony, Natasha,Clint and Sam chuckled. Wanda hit his arm and giving him a serious look. Vision just watched everyone. “Would you want me to turn on the camera and show you the footage, sir?” F.R.I.D.A.Y. asked, “Ew. No.” Wanda said. “Maybe–” Tony started to talk, only to be cut by Steve, “Tony, no.” “Just a–” “NO.” ****READER’S POV**** We stood, waiting for a move from the spider, ready to run. But the spider was on the floor and Thor wasn’t gonna risk getting near the thing. We just stood silent until spider moved again. “CLIINNNNNT! NATASHHA!” STEEVE!“ "TOONNY!” We yelled loudly as we could, Thor started jumping and I freaked out. “IT IS GETTING NEAR! RUN! RUN!” I yelled to Thor, just before our team mates came in. Well, ran in. Holding their weapons. They all looked ready to fight, worried looks on their faces. They froze when they saw us, me wearing his shirt, my hair messy, Thor only wearing his boxer, his hair messier than mine. Plus, I was on his back, compeletly terrified. Well, that was awkward. They were confused, trying to understand what was wrong. Their eyes led to direction we were looking, they saw the spider, looked back to us, then back to spider. Then they started laughing their asses off. Natasha smashed the spider with her feet, grabbed it and threw it out of the window. Others kept laughing, I sent all of them this-is-not-funny-you-bastard look. 

Thor let me down, and I walked towards them,  Thank god Thor’s shirt is big enaugh to cover enaugh places.

“This. Is. Not. Funny.” I said to all of them. They stopped laughing (at least tried) and looked at me, trying to be serious. Even Bruce and Steve were laughing, which made me feel more embrassed than ever.

“Thanks Nat. Now all of you, OUT.” I said as I pushed them towards the door. 

“Nice shirt.”

“I love Thor’s boxers.”

“Mighty Thor having rough time with a spider.” I rolled my eyes as they kept talking.

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I hope this is what you were asking for anon, I am sorry if it isn’t. Thanks for requesting! :)

Hahaha this is hilarious

Till the end of the line.

Loki Laufeyson (Loki Vol. 1 #4)

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The first meme belongs to lokisqueenbee, I merely added on to the idea with the other three.

AGE OF ULTRON SPOILERS. And like, heavy shit, and angst, and Steve Rogers attacking Tony’s mouth with his tongue. Like he does. All the time.

Please note that I am not that great at writing kissing scenes. And I change point of view a lot. And say Steve a lot. Well Tony does.

And when I say “Tony wounded his hand around” means wounded like a wound up toy. I have no idea if I spelt it right, but that’s the context I’m using it as. Wound as in: twist, rounded, something like that.

Also dailysuperhusbands explained perfectly why I absolutely love this scene with Fury.

I NEVER REALLY PROOF READ. SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING OR GRAMMAR MISTAKES.

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Hello

@saved-by-the-notepad I had to finish the misery I created

(Also warning for slight internalized homophobia. And angst. Lots of angst)

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The thing was, it was Steve’s fault. It was his fault, and yet here he was, curled up on the bed in his small, Brooklyn apartment, eyes sore from staring at the bright screen of his cell phone.

It was his fault, and it was 5 years ago.

It was his fault, and he couldn’t believe what an idiot he’d been, to walk away from his friend, his best friend, his lover, for some girl he’d known for two months. 

But it was Sharon, and she was a pretty, pretty girl.  A nice girl, a girl he could’ve seen himself spending the rest of his life with.  Marriage, kids, old age. It would’ve been…normal.  It would’ve been what he’d wanted since he was a kid.  A nice wife to come home to every night after work, a family to raise.  

It was what he needed.  It was what he’d thought he needed.  

It was pathetic, really, that it took him until now to realize that what he really needed, who he really needed, was–

“This is Tony Stark.  Leave a message.”

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Whaaaat!!!

Morning Light

When he was fighting in WWII, Steve learned that every day he woke up was a good day. His wars now weren’t any different. Stranger, more superpowered heroes and villains, more aliens, more morally grey fights, but still wars to protect people and keep them safe. And every day he wore up was a still good day.

Waking up these days was even better knowing that he was going to wake up next to Tony.

The day before had been one of those common fights against the newest supervillain off to prove how villainous he was by taking on the Avengers. Steve got scratched and dented leading his team through taking the guy down. Tony fussed at him when he refused to be looked at by a paramedic until the rest of the team was taken care of, civilians safe and sound, and the cleanup of the city streets underway.

Steve rubbed his eyes and swung his feet off the bed. He felt good enough for a short run this morning despite yesterday’s bruises. Not a long one, just a 10 mile run through Central Park. He’d be back before Tony even started considering getting up.

He stood up and Tony moved immediately into the warm empty spot. He was wrapped up in the covers, eyes closed tight in sleep. Steve smiled as he looked down at his partner. He’d prefer boyfriend, but Tony scoffed at that, saying they were both too old for that. But neither had found a better title for their relationship.

In the bathroom, Steve unwrapped the bandages on his arms and shoulders. The deep cuts were already healed over and would be gone by the evening. Tony worried far too much about him. Sam would say that it was because Tony was afraid of losing him after all they had been through. Steve preferred not to think about what had happened two years ago. Bad choices, terrible consequences, and they all had barely made it through to the daylight on the other side.

Steve waved to the guards in the lobby of the Stark Tower on his way out. It wasn’t far to the park from the tower. Steve running was a common sight in this part of the city. No one bothered to look up or rubberneck as Captain America sprinted past.

Central Park was full of early morning joggers in their workout clothes and ubiquitous StarkPods. Tony pushed him to use one. But Steve liked peace and quiet when he ran. He’d grown up with the sounds and rhythm of the city. Hearing the noise reminded him that he was alive and well. He’d had years of silence in the ice.

He nodded at fellow runners as he passed them. Usually he put in 20 miles when he had nothing planned. But he’d prefer to spend his day off with Tony, and he begrudged the hour he’d take running. A half-hour sounded reasonable and maybe he would pick up bagels on the way home.

If anyone told him last year that today he would be living in relative domestic bliss with Tony, he would have laughed at them. So much had gone bad between him and Tony, starting with the mind wipe and incursions. The road back to them being friends had been bleak, full of roadblocks and not at certain, much less lovers.

Remembering, he could see Tony in his new silver armor. They were angry men, tortured by what they had lost, but Tony had stood by him at the end when it counted. That had stopped Steve in his tracks.

That was it, enough to break through the wall between them. They worked together to stop the incursions and fix the time stream. It worked. He didn’t know why Tony just being there changed his mind. Steve thought at first that Tony had only wanted to buy time to try his latest ideas. But he had been as lost without Steve as Steve had been without him.

Steve rounded the last turn in his run and headed to the bakery. He didn’t mind the wait as he breathed in the warm scents of coffee, warm bread and cinnamon. Maybe he wouldn’t order only bagels this morning …

“Good morning, Steve,” said Maria, the cheerful older woman who owned the shop with her husband. “So what do you want today?”

Steve hemmed and hawed. “Maybe just one of everything?”

He watched her pack a box of their best pastries with a few extra, and then she charged only for a dozen pastries. Tony always teased him that Steve was Maria’s favorite. Steve insisted on paying full price.

“No,” Maria laughed, pushing away Steve’s hand. “I haven’t see Tony in a few weeks.”

“He’s been traveling for business.”

“Tell him Maria asked about him.” She put the box into a bag and handed it over to Steve.  Winking at him, she teased, “When are you going to make an honest man out of him?”

Steve laughed it off. “See you later.”

He picked up coffee and a paper from the coffee shop a couple of doors down from the bakery. He headed back to the tower while the city came sluggishly to life around him.

Stopped by a traffic light, Steve’s thoughts wandered to Tony curled up in the sheets in their bedroom. Tony had clung to him all night long as if he let go, Steve would disappear. To be honest, he did the same if Tony got injured, or had nightmares, or had a bad day.

He was lucky to have Tony in his life. He couldn’t imagine losing him again. There were no guarantees in their line of work.

In the elevator on the way up to the penthouse, the thought flashed across his mind that he could ask Tony to marry him.

When the elevator car stopped at their floor, the doubt settled in. Everyone knew that they were living together and that they were a couple. A couple forged tight and strong through war, pain, loss. No need for a ring or piece of paper to make a bond like that official.

Tony was still asleep, his black hair peeking out from under the covers. Steve leaned against the doorway, watching him. He could imagine Tony standing at the altar in his best suit among all their friends waiting for him. He see the glint of light on his ring on Tony’s finger.

His heart clenched at the thought. Maybe he wanted that. Maybe he wanted that a lot.

He carefully sat down on the bed, but he still woke Tony up.

“Coffee?” Tony asked in a sleep-blurred voice.

Putting the box and coffee on the bed, Steve bent over and kissed the top of Tony’s head. “Yeah. Coffee. And breakfast.”

Tony stirred and slowly propped himself up, his sharp blue eyes full of love. He reached out to grab the proffered cup.

“Glad to see me or the coffee?” Steve teased. He ran a hand through Tony’s thick black hair.

“Not sure. Need to wake up first.”

Steve swung his legs up on the bed and scooted up to lean against the headboard. Tony immediately laid his head on Steve’s shoulder. Steve opened the box and looked for a bearclaw. “Maria says hello.”

“That’s nice.”

“She wanted to know when I’m going to make an honest man out of you.”

Tony snorted. He drank his coffee. Steve offered him a bite of the bearclaw. Then Tony looked thoughtful. “Well, when are you?”

“When am I what?” Steve asked. He was scanning the Bugle’s front page.

“Making an honest man out of me.” Tony yawned. He snuggled further into Steve’s side.

Steve’s heart skipped a beat. “Would you?”

“What?”

“Would you want to marry me?”

Tony stretched. “Only if you put into the wedding vows that you bring me coffee in bed every day.”

Steve put an arm around Tony’s shoulders. “If you want.” He squeezed. “But seriously, would you marry me?”

No response. Steve could feel Tony tighten up. His blood ran cold. He was so certain about Tony, trusted him so much, even after the horrible stuff that went down last year.

“I would be doing you a favor taking you off the market,” Tony said. “You’ve been a bachelor for longer than some countries have existed.” He entwined his hand in Steve’s.

“Is that your answer?”

Tony looked up at him with a smile. “I’ve been hoping you’d ask for a long time. Yes.”

Steve smiled broadly and kissed Tony, trying to show him how much he loved him.

Breaking off the kiss, Tony teased, “The things I do to get breakfast in bed.”

Beautiful

Captain America: Civil War - Trailer!!!!!!! 

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Was not ready.

Check this trailer out... If you haven't already

Ok but can we talk about the fact that there was no Spider-Man?? And that apparently he’s only going to be a cameo?? SPIDER-MAN ONLY A CAMEOIN A CIVIL WAR MOVIE LIKE????

It isn’t even Civil War at this point.

There is nothing Civil about this movie!!!