#ThorBruce (mentioned)

[alwaysonlineau]

hi! welcome to the always online au!

for anyone who was into the hype of parkner back in late 2019/the early quarantine days, this might be a little bit familiar to you. basically, this is a social media au for marvel that i created when getting into parkner and thompsborn and when one of the main wlw ships was mj/shuri. it consisted of screenshots of (obviously fake) social media accounts (mainly twitter) of some of the marvel characters and it was mostly shitposting with a tiny hint of a plot. however, because of the mental health kick that came with quarantine, i ended up deleting the account while in a depression drop.

it’s been over 3 years and i honestly miss making this au, as it was just fun and gave me something to do, and a few days ago i realized that i still have the apps i used when i originally made this au and all of the fake tweets and messages were still on them, so… well.

basically, i decided to bring it back!

so, if you don’t remember or never saw this au when it was originally happening, you might have some questions! under the cut is a very basic q&a:

what is the always online au about?

nothing! also everything! like i said, it was entirely a shitpost account that very vaguely had a plot, but it was 100% just something i did in my free time for fun!

it’s essentially me throwing my sense of humor in a box with ships and characters that i like and then violently shaking it until something that i find funny comes out and then i would post it !!

ships and characters? which ones?

like i mentioned above, i made this during like the late 2019-2020 era of parkner hype, so, obviously, it was mainly parkner (peter parker/harley keener) BUT it also features many other marvel ships! i am going to be changing the ships up a bit to better match my current preferences. i’ll include a list of ships below this paragraph, but first, this is also going to include PLENTY of platonic/familial dynamics as well! so if you love stucky, sorry they aren’t dating in this but they are obviously besties, and there’s irondad, stuff like that, okay? i’ll try to include it all!

ships:

parkner (peter parker/harley keener)

ironhusbands (tony stark/james rhodes)

gwemj (gwen stacy/michelle jones)

peppermay (pepper potts/may parker)

sambucky (sam wilson/bucky barnes)

thompsborn (harry osborn/flash thompson)

nedbetty (ned leeds/betty brant)

thorbruce (thor/bruce banner)

and more that i will add to this list as i figure them out! suggestions are more than welcome!

characters include everyone in the above mentioned ships (obviously lol) as well as any and all marvel/mcu characters that feel relevant to include! such as:

happy hogan

shuri

t’challa

the guardians of the galaxy

matt, foggy and karen from daredevil

funny accounts for villains

norman osborn (ew)

loki (and maybe mobius? maybe include that ship too? i haven’t watched loki season 2 yet so we’ll see i guess lmao)

and more! again, i am open to suggestions!

if anyone has ideas for characters, ships, or dynamics to include, feel free to message me or send an ask!!

how often should i expect updates?

that one is kind of tricky, because i am an adult with a full time job who is also balancing hobbies and family and everything all at the same time. this is something that i’ll try to work on during my free time, and when i did this before it wasn’t hard to make updates once i figured out what i wanted to do for them, but still, my free time kind of depends on the day and the week.

i’m not going to commit to a strict schedule, but i don’t work weekends so my goal is to update every weekend! if i miss a weekend, i’ll try to get it posted during the week, and if i have a week with extra free time, i’ll do some additional posts as well.

i’ll do my best to be regular with it!!

anything else i should know?

yes! this is an ongoing creative project that i’m doing for fun, and i want it to be fun for anyone and everyone who may come across it! that means i want it to be interactive!! this is something i did before, as well.

for instance, when i was running this au in 2019/2020, someone sent an ask wanting to see harley finding out about the vulture after him and peter start dating, so i answered the ask with this:

obviously this au isn’t picking up from where the old one left off, so those tweets are not considered canon to the current always online au, BUT that’s just an example! i want people to feel free to send in asks and questions for the characters or for situations, and i will do my best to make it fit into the canon of the au!!

i think that’s it?

if anyone has any additional questions, comments, or concerns they would like me to address, feel free to send them in! i’m going to try to get the first update of this au posted today (october 17, 2023) but no promises! if not today, it WILL be up tomorrow!

once the official au is being posted, i’m also going to create a pinned post that links to this one as well as all the au updates and anything else necessary to include (like the tagging system i’m going to create and things like that) so that will be posted shortly after the first update is out! for now, thank you for reading!

i hope to see you guys always online ;)

[coyotepuppyy]

some more little things (stuff i’ve decided on but haven’t actually written out):

thorbruce AND valcarol mentions (queer asgardians stay winning)

casey and OB are also gay for each other (and they’re also both ace in this au tehe)

amnesiac mobius (mf is so traumatized)

rocket and loki interaction.

some small details about my lokius space criminal and prince au, so far >:)

mobius’s ship is named after a common jetski model

mobius and b-15 are close friends, and b-15 is always looking out for mobius

they/she pronouns for b-15 🫶

mobius loves his ship like it’s his child, but he’s crap about replacing her parts (he tries to fix them himself and isn’t very good at it)

casey and OB love their crime children

[uhthor]

the gay undertones of the trailer just prove to me that thor was in love with bruce all this time no i won’t take any criticism

[stxphxn-strange]

moments we had and suddenly lost

a/n: wanted to write smth self indulgent and fun and sweet and cozy, this was the result. for most of it. sorry not sorry for the ending (tw for character death though)

“Did you see the way Bruce just spoke to me in the groupchat?!” Stephen asked, not at all angry but very surprised.

“Finals stress is probably hitting,” Christine replied. “I keep suggesting he tries meditation.”

“You’ve suggested that to everyone.”

“And none of you so far have listened!”

“... okay true.”

Christine rolled her eyes at Stephen conceding. “Where’s Ant?”

“Studying with Carol and Rhodey I think,” Stephen said, not yet realizing that someone had just gotten home. “Or in class, I don’t remember if he said his class was meeting today or not.”

“It wasn’t,” Anthony replied from the mudroom. He shrugged off his jacket and hung it up, stretching in place for a moment. “Hi Christine.”

Christine waved with the hand that wasn’t busy highlighting her notes, glancing up slightly as Anthony crossed the room.

“Rhodey’s still out?” Stephen asked. He looked up from his computer, reaching out for his boyfriend.

Anthony nodded. “He went to get lunch and run errands with Carol and I think someone else. I dunno, I came home because I’m tired.”

“I’m not surprised, you haven’t slept more than a few hours this entire week,” Stephen replied. He kept his voice low and soothing, partly to ensure he didn’t distract Christine from her reading.

“Hence why I’m admitting exhaustion-induced defeat! I’m going to take a nap,” Anthony said. “If I’m not up in an hour will you wake me up please?”

“An hour and ten?” Stephen suggested.

Anthony sighed fondly. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Go get your sleep,” Stephen murmured, hugging him close. Anthony was half sitting on him at this point, but neither of them minded much. “And get under a blanket, you’re fucking freezing.”

“It’s cold out!” Anthony replied. He softly kissed Stephen’s hair. “Good luck with studying, both of you.”

“Thanks man. I’m going to dinner with Hope later tonight so that’s making this a little more bearable. I can’t stand your boyfriend,” Christine said, throwing in a friendly dig at Stephen.

Anthony laughed lightly. “Don’t worry, I can’t either.”

“What did I do to deserve this treatment?” Stephen asked, unable to hide his amusement and laughing with them.

“I’m obviously kidding, you’re good to study with. And a half decent friend I guess,” Christine replied.

Stephen flipped her off and pretended to scowl, his facial expression softening as Anthony kissed him again.

“I’m going to go sleep,” Anthony said. He pulled Stephen in for one last kiss. “Love you lots, good luck!”

Stephen smiled. “I love you too. I’ll wake you up after an hour and 10.”

“Thank you!” Anthony called as he left the room. He was already forming a plan to steal one of Stephen’s hoodies and nap in it, thinking about what music to listen to while he rested.

++++

Christine left at the same time Stephen’s alarm went off, reminding him that he promised to wake Anthony up. He didn’t want to, knowing his sleep deprived boyfriend could really use more rest, but too long of a nap would keep him from falling asleep later that night.

“There aren’t enough hours in the day,” Stephen muttered to himself as he headed towards his room.

“Amen,” Wong called from his own room, the door slightly ajar.

Stephen poked his head in. “I didn’t even know you were home.”

“Because I’m being quiet, obviously. I’m meeting Pepper and Loki to study with them, and I think Bucky is coming too,” Wong replied. He was neatly arranging his backpack, filling it to the brim with books and notepads.

“Got everything?” Stephen teased.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than bother me? Go bother Ant,” Wong replied mirthfully, taking his laptop out of his bag to quickly repack the whole thing.

“He’s sleeping! I was on my way to wake him up, forgive me for wanting to check on you,” Stephen bantered back.

Wong just rolled his eyes, giving Stephen a good natured shove as he passed him in the doorway. “I’ll see you later, good luck with whatever you’re doing for the rest of the day.”

“You too,” Stephen replied, finishing his trip to his room as Wong continued in the opposite direction. His heart burst when walked in to see Anthony still sleeping and wearing one of his hoodies.

He looked so comfortable and relaxed for once in his damn life, and Stephen hated to disrupt him just as much as he hated breaking his word. He gently shook Anthony’s shoulder a few times before beginning to brush his hair back from his face. It was about two minutes later when Anthony woke up, blinking in love and annoyance while expelling the stray sleep from his eyes.

“As much as I hate waking you up from your rare moments of sleep, this drowsiness is cute on you,” Stephen murmured. “Good nap?”

Anthony huffed in exasperation and pushed his head against Stephen’s hand. “Too short.”

“I know,” Stephen soothed, continuing to play with his boyfriend’s hair. “Sometimes it feels like no amount of sleep is ever enough to feel rested. Even when I slept for 11 hours that day I was still tired.”

“Sounds like a personal problem,” Anthony quipped, still a bit out of it. “How was your studying?”

“It went well. I’m not going to worry about this test tomorrow morning, I’m just going to try and relax tonight,” Stephen said, ignoring the first thing Anthony said. He smirked, knowing he wouldn’t be able to take his next words seriously. “Maybe I’ll even to go sleep at a decent hour.”

That... didn’t happen. It just didn’t. 

One (1) coffee driven all-nighter later, they sleepily headed off to take their respective last exams of the semester. Stephen’s exam was earlier in the day, but Anthony went with him when he left “for good luck.” That was only half true, he just wanted any reason to be around Stephen and vehemently told him that.

“Anthony I adore and appreciate you but you really didn’t have to walk with me,” Stephen said. “You could’ve slept before your test.”

Anthony scoffed. “I really don’t think a power nap would have any effect. Besides, I want all the time with you I could possibly have.”

They stopped walking in the hallway, Stephen looking at Anthony with a loving gaze and smiling at him. “I can’t wait until break starts.”

“We’re almost done,” Anthony replied. “Aside from waking up early for our flight tomorrow, we’ll be able to sleep in for the next few weeks!”

“We’ll be able to try and sleep in,” Stephen corrected him.

“We’re saying the same thing,” Anthony said with a little laugh that made Stephen smile even more.

“All I want to do is lay on the beach with you at least once while we’re away,” Stephen said.

“That can be arranged,” Anthony replied fondly. He looked up as a clock chimed somewhere in the building.

Stephen yawned. “That’s my cue to go and look over my notes before the exam.”

Anthony nodded and pulled him close again. “Good luck! You’ve got this, I love you,” he murmured against Stephen’s lips, kissing him between each clause.

“I love you too, see you at home?” Stephen replied.

“Of course. Pep and I are going to lunch after we’re done at 12:30, text me if you need or want anything and I’ll bring it,” Anthony said.

“I might be asleep, I’m taking a fucking nap before Bucky’s party tonight,” Stephen said. “Or not-party. Whatever it is.” 

++++

Despite the fact that no one outside the friend group was there, Bucky’s game night/dinner quickly spiraled into a full on party. There was dancing and snacks and jokes, everyone finally relaxing for the first time in weeks. Tired as everyone was, partying and dancing the night away was a good way to get rid of the last bit of final exam and grade stress. Grade point averages didn’t matter, just friends and memories. And because they were... themselves, Stephen and Anthony were late. 15 minutes late was actually pretty good for them, but their tardiness was always amusing to their friends. 

“We would’ve gotten here earlier had Anthony not changed his shirt three times,” Stephen explained to a fondly exasperated Bucky.

“I only had time to do that because you fell asleep! And you had the audacity to be annoyed with me for waking you up, even though you asked me to,” Anthony replied.

Stephen didn’t say much, unable to argue with that. “I hate to say it, but you’re right.”

“At least you’re cute about being woken up,” Anthony said, unable to refrain from teasing him. “Your tired face reminds me of my sister’s cat when she’s angry.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” Stephen rolled his eyes.

“May I host my damn party please?” Bucky tapped his foot impatiently. “Are you done with this interruption or can I finish talking?”

“Honestly I thought you were done,” Stephen replied sincerely.

“I don’t think Bucky is ever truly done talking!” Sam called from another room.

“Hm, you both have that in common,” Stephen said to Bucky and Anthony.

“Oh hush,” Anthony quipped, looking at Stephen with nothing but love in his eyes. 

“Conveniently for you bickering jackasses, we’re telling embarrassing stories about each other. Basically you have to tell a story while the rest of us decide if it’s a true story or not, and we can ask three clarifying questions.” Bucky had a fiendish look in his eye as he explained the game. “And since you were late, I think it’s fair we put one of you on the spot.”

“I think we know an appropriate amount about each other already,” Wong muttered jokingly. 

“You don’t want to hear about the time Loki stabbed me with safety scissors when we were kids?” Thor asked. “Rude.” 

“That’s all you ever talk about, and I said I was sorry!” Loki replied. “At least I didn’t get banned from Michael’s for a few years... Hela.” 

“I’ll dump my wine on your head,” Hela said in an icy voice. 

“Not on my white carpet!” Bucky muttered. 

“Hey how much do you want to bet that the Odinsons are going to start wrestling by the end of the night?” Wong asked Stephen as he and Anthony sat down and joined the others.

“Oh they definitely will. If they don’t I’ll buy you a sandwich when we come back from break,” Stephen replied. “Anthony will you be a witness for this incredibly stupid bet Wong and I are about to shake on?” 

Anthony, curled up against Stephen’s side, nodded with a yawn.

“Great. If the Odinsons don’t piss each other off enough to start fighting, Stephen owes me a sandwich,” Wong declared. They sealed the bet with a very gentle high five, Stephen loosely lacing his finger’s with Wong’s. 

Wong dropped his hand. “We’re not close enough to be that affectionate,” he said teasingly.

“Aww but I’m tired! I want to hold hands with everyone,” Stephen mumbled. “Anthony will you hold me?” 

“Anytime baby,” Anthony replied, pulling Stephen into a hug. 

Both Stephen and Anthony were extremely physically affectionate, even more so when they were tired. The long week drained them of their energy and stole 90% of their snark, leaving them “annoyingly snuggly” according to their friends. When they got home from the party, Rhodey rolled his eyes at how clumsy they were, completely sober but completely exhausted. 

Anthony didn’t even bother changing out of his suit when they got home, brushing his teeth and collapsing into bed as soon as possible. He left the lights dimmed, just bright enough so Stephen could see while he was in the bathroom. Anthony was almost asleep when his phone rang, annoyed at the interruption until he saw who was calling. 

“Buona sera, Mamma,” He greeted her warmly but sleepily. 

“It’s a bit late to be considered evening, isn’t it?” Maria asked. “How was the party? Or was it not a party? I don’t remember.”

“It ended up turning into a party and it was only our friends there! But it was super fun, we’re just really tired,” Anthony replied. “We’re getting up in a few hours for our flight.” 

He looked up as Stephen ran into something and cursed colorfully. 

“You okay?” Anthony asked, holding the phone a bit away from his face. 

“I tripped over my bag,” Stephen replied, unceremoniously laying on top of him. He was also still wearing his suit, knowing he’d probably sleep more comfortably in PJs but at this point it was too late to care. 

“Stephen’s been clumsy again,” Anthony informed his mother. 

“He says that as if he didn’t almost fall down the stairs this morning,” Stephen added. 

Maria rolled her eyes on the other end of the call. “Stop bickering and get some sleep, you two. I’ll see you Sunday, okay? Anthony I was just calling to see how the end of your week went, we can talk more tomorrow.” 

“It went well! I just can’t wait to spend time on the beach and see you and Natasha,” Anthony replied. 

He could hear the smile in his mother’s voice as she replied. “I’m excited too. I’ll let you get some sleep now, sweet dreams! I love you.” She was talking to them both, their happiness warming her heart. Maria smiled when they said they loved her too. Stephen was basically her son-in-law at that point (she even addressed him as such), and she couldn’t wait to see them both.

Stephen was asleep before Anthony even hung up the phone. He meant to set an alarm, knowing Anthony had one set but they both had a tendency to oversleep. It would just be an extra precaution, a “just-in-case,” but at the time he was too tired to set it. 

Luckily, something was on their side and they were begrudgingly awake on time. They met an equally tired Bucky in the morning, their only relief being that they could try to sleep on the flight.

“I’m buying a coffee at the earliest possible opportunity,” Bucky said as soon as they got to the airport. 

“You sound like Anthony,” Stephen remarked. 

“In this one instance maybe. You guys have more in common than most people I’ve ever met,” Bucky replied. “But I guess that makes sense because you’ve known each other since the beginning of time, you’re basically the same person.” 

“That’s not true! I’m taller,” Stephen said. 

“You asshole,” Anthony quipped. He yawned and leaned closer to Stephen as they walked towards their gate. “Bucky what kind of coffee do you even drink? I thought you didn’t like it.” 

“Somehow Sam convinced me that cappuccinos are good,” Bucky replied.

“They are,” Anthony insisted.

“Oh I agree, but as far as Sam knows I’m still on the fence about them. I can’t have him thinking he’s right,” Bucky said humorously.

Anthony winked at Stephen before replying. “True. If he finds out he’s right you’ll never hear the end of it.”

“I hate you,” Stephen said, his words betrayed by his loving tone and the way he reached for Anthony’s hand.

“It’s going to be such a long flight sitting next to you two idiots,” Bucky muttered. 

Stephen was unsure if he scoffed or laughed at his friend. “We won’t bother you, at least I won’t. I’m going to sleep at, as you put it, the earliest possible opportunity.”

He fell asleep before the plane took off, resting his head on Anthony’s shoulder and staying as close to him as possible. Anthony didn’t mind Stephen’s using him as a human neck pillow and fell asleep shortly after, leaving Bucky with peace, quiet, and a chance to take embarrassing photos of them (to send to the groupchat later). They slept for almost 75% of the flight, just in time to hear the announcement that it’d be landing early. Bucky, concerned about missing his connecting flight to Vancouver, relaxed at that news and closed his eyes to sleep until they landed.

“We could go to the beach today, if you’d like,” Anthony suggested softly, still waking up. “Of course we have a bit of a trip to take before we’re home, and there’s no telling what traffic will be like when we land, but we could probably go for a bit.”

Stephen hummed in agreement. The beach wasn’t far from Anthony’s house, and there would be plenty of time over the holiday. He’d be lying if he said the idea didn’t entice him. He didn’t say much of anything out loud, but smiled as Anthony kissed his head as if to say he understood.

++++

“Bucky are you all good for time?” Stephen asked as they walked through the airport. It was a relief that they landed early, even more of a relief that LAX was surprisingly quiet.

Bucky shrugged his backpack over his shoulder, looking at his phone and presumably checking his flight information. “Yeah I’m good, I have about an hour.”

“Want company while you wait?” Stephen offered.

“No, I’ll be fine,” Bucky said, shooing them away. “Go home and sleep or go to the beach or some shit. Be safe okay?”

“You too, have a good flight Buck,” Anthony replied.

“Why are you saying that like I’m in control of the plane? I didn’t go to flight school,” Bucky quipped.

“What would we ever do without your snark?” Stephen teased. “How are we going to survive the whole break without you Bucky?”

“The two of you are snarky enough for each other, you know that. But if it’d make you feel better, I’ll roast you the next time I see you,” Bucky offered. He then added, mostly to himself, “Or in the groupchat.”

“What was that last thing you said?” Anthony asked, vaguely registering what Bucky said.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll see you guys!” Bucky replied, effectively ending the conversation. He smiled as the couple waved to him and continued walking through the airport, automatically finding their way to holding hands.

It was just under half an hour later when they left the airport, preparing for a scenic drive with hopefully minimal traffic.

Stephen glanced at Anthony as they got into his car, putting on his sunglasses. “How does it feel to be so bright that you put the sun to shame?”

Anthony shrugged, lightly tapping the steering wheel. “I dunno Steph, you tell me.”

“We’re not talking about me, douche” Stephen replied.

“Really? It seems like we are,” Anthony murmured. “Is there anything you want to get on the way home?”

“I don’t think so,” Stephen said with a yawn. “I’m just tired.”

Anthony nodded in agreement. “I don’t blame you, I don’t feel like doing much of anything today, we can see how we feel once we get in.”

“I don’t care what we do, I just want to be around you,” Stephen said breathlessly. He was still holding onto last night’s exhaustion, which only made him even more affectionate (and Stephen knew himself to be an extremely affectionate person as it was). 

He couldn’t help but smile when Anthony told him the feeling was mutual. 

++++

The next day, Anthony woke up to his phone ringing and at least 60 missed notifications from almost everyone he knew (mostly family). His mailbox was probably full from the amount of calls he got, everyone from his sister to his mother’s assistant trying to reach him. It was a sharp contrast to their afternoon spent lazing on the beach and by the pool, their air of panic almost tangible in Anthony’s phone.  

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, quietly enough so he didn’t wake up Stephen. He’d just scrolled through all of the various missed call, voicemail, and text notifications when Natasha called him again.

It was the combined noise of the annoying ringtone and Anthony slipping out of bed that woke Stephen up, the med student pouting slightly. “Anthony turn your alarm off.”

“I’m sorry Steph. It’s not my alarm though, my phone’s ringing. I’ll be back, I think my sister needs something,” Anthony replied. He softly kissed Stephen’s cheek before going into the kitchen to see what was going on.

Natasha didn’t answer Anthony’s text, calling him instead. “Do you really not know what happened?

“Good morning to you too,” Anthony replied. “And no, will you please tell me? You’re starting to scare me.”

“Hold on,” Natasha said. She hung up, only to call him back from their grandmother’s home phone. “Okay I’m back.”

“I thought you and Nonna were going to get Mom from the airport, what are you doing home?” Anthony asked.

“We—”

“Did the flight get delayed? I haven’t heard from Mamma since yesterday, she missed my calls,” Anthony continued.

Natasha became increasingly sad and frustrated with her brother as he kept interrupting her. He wasn’t doing it to be hurtful or dismissive, the siblings regularly talked over each other and it was in Anthony’s nature to speak his stream of consciousness aloud. Just this once Natasha needed him to listen first, to tether him to reality if only this one time. “Yeah, because—”

“I was hoping I’d have a call from her when I woke up, but she’s one of the only people I haven’t heard from today. Even her assistant called me, and he doesn’t usually—”

“Chiudi il becco! Per amor di Dio, chiudi quella cazzo di bocca e ascoltami!” Natasha snapped.

“Mi dispiace.” Anthony apologized immediately, hearing how upset Natasha was. “What’s wrong?”

“Look at the news,” Natasha replied, her voice shaking.

“Should I be looking for something specific?” Anthony asked, turning the TV on. “They’re about to go to a commercial, and—”

The rest of his response was cut off as he dropped his phone in shock.

Stephen was just falling into heavy sleep when he heard something crash, followed by frantic cursing from the kitchen. He sat up and was about to go see what was wrong when his phone rang, announcing a call from Rhodey. “Hey man, what’s up?”

“I just called Tones but he didn’t pick up and his mailbox is full, I was only calling to say that I’m so sorry and I hope the both of you are okay,” Rhodey said. “And obviously my family and I are here if you need.”

“What are you talking about? ... Did something happen? We just woke up, Ant went to go talk to Natasha,” Stephen replied.

“I shouldn’t be the one to tell you,” Rhodey said. “You guys can call me later if you feel up to it, okay?”

Stephen was still super confused, his concern increasing as he heard Anthony swearing again. “Okay, thanks Rhodey.”

He tossed his phone aside and stood up, walking a bit faster than normal for a sleepy Saturday. The situation, whatever it was, was too cryptic and Stephen was almost afraid of whatever he was about to find out. He was relieved when Anthony hugged him tightly, relieved that he hadn’t fainted the way Stephen worried originally. 

Even still, he was inconsolable and shaking like a leaf seconds away from falling to the ground. Anthony stumbled over his words, sentences turning into high pitched sobs as he tried to explain what happened. He eventually broke the hug and moved to sit in another room, still trembling as Stephen sat beside him. Anthony was close to panicking, needing comfort as much as he wanted to curl up alone and hide. He laid with his head on Stephen’s lap, his eyes staring sightlessly at the rug his mother picked specifically for this room and this house. He’d turned the television off after seeing the headline for the first time, refusing to accept it. He was still holding onto the remote, debating whether or not to turn the news channel back on as Stephen began to comfortingly pet his hair. Eventually he decided to do it, knowing he wouldn’t be able to say the truth himself. 

Anthony was stubborn, even in his worst and most painful moments, and forced himself to try anyway. “They hadn’t gotten to the airport yet,” he said, his voice strained from crying. 

Stephen, who’d been looking at him the whole time, just hummed and waited to see if Anthony would say anything else. 

He didn’t, and he didn’t need to as the anchorwoman on TV said everything there was to say. Stephen felt his blood turn to ice as he heard the story, each word in the anchor’s professional tone hurting more than the last. 

“Good morning and breaking news if you’re just joining us. Howard and Maria Stark were reported dead early this morning just outside of New York City, following what looks like a collision with at least one other vehicle in a major accident. Sources are unsure of exactly what happened and where, but the Starks were confirmed dead at the scene. They were reportedly on their way to JFK airport when the collision took place, Mr. Stark himself at the wheel. More updates to follow as we receive more information...”  

tags: @atypical-snowman @stark-strange-love2 @h3mmy @kiwidino @chocopiggy @doctorstephenvincentstarkstrange @maya-custodios-dionach @majesticnerdynerd @spooky-n-spunky @thespacecryptid @ocforeverything

[incorrectmarvelcast]

ruffalo: Alright, everybody here who thinks hemsworth and I are dating raise your hand.

ruffalo: hemsworth put your hand down.

[georgekirrin]

Thorbruce week day 3 - soft

Ao3

It was a rainy Saturday evening and Bruce Banner was ecstatically happy. It was dim outside, the clouds wrapped like a blanket around the world, shutting out the sunlight and muffling all sound with heavy rain. He and Thor were wrapped in their own layer of blankets, lying in bed surrounded by plush pillows. They had started out on separate sides, in each other’s company while absorbed in their books, but had shuffled slowly towards each other over the course of the evening.

Now they lay on their sides facing each other, bodies pressed tightly together. Bruce was tucked against Thor’s chest, his arms bent and pressed between them, his nose nudging at the hollow under Thor’s collar bone. Thor’s arms were wrapped tightly around him, a thumb running back and forth over the bumps of his ribcage. Bruce hummed happily, wiggling to feel the pressure of Thor’s arms and the various pillows surrounding their little nest. He squeezed an arm out from its pleasant confinement to pull their blankets slightly higher, sinking into the warmth, enveloped by softness on all sides.

“How?”

Bruce hummed questioningly, unsure if Thor had even spoken at all.

“How are you managing to bounce your leg while lying down?” Thor shifted back slightly to look at Bruce, smiling at his wonderfully rumpled state.

Bruce hadn’t been aware of it, but sure enough his leg was jiggling where it lay on top of Thor’s.

“It’s not a problem,” Thor hurried to clarify when it seemed Bruce would stop, one large warm hand moving to pat Bruce’s thigh, “it’s nice to feel you’re happy.”

Bruce’s heart felt like it was melting at the blunt acceptance and invitation to carry on and he beamed at Thor, squeezing his arms around his waist. He nudged their noses together and they both giggled, laughing with the same air trapped in the small space between them.

Thor wriggled closer again, the shifting of the mattress rolling them together, and rested his forehead against Bruce’s. “I am also very happy to be here,” he whispered, “even if I’m not redefining the limits of what should be physically possible to show it.”

“Oh shut up!” Bruce poked Thor in the side. He tucked himself back into his cozy little nest, hidden beneath blankets and wrapped in Thor’s arms. The dull sound of the rain hammering on the tiles above carried on, the room becoming darker as night fell. Bruce was still wiggling happily, prompting soft chuckles from Thor every now and then but the sound was a pleasant disruption.

Bruce was almost asleep when he felt Thor press a kiss to the top of his head and murmur into his hair. He wasn’t sure why Thor had called him a grasshopper, but he was too sleepy to find out.

[enragedbisexual]

i’m tellin u this movie TRULY said gay RIGHTS

[thruces]

bro i’m not gonna lie sometimes i wake up in a cold sweat thinking about how easy it wld have been for the russos to kill off banner when he was wearing the gauntlet

[gurenmonster]

Yo Tessa said that "valkyrie as king needs a queen"....

WE'RE GETTING SOME JANE + VAL

(Hopefully, I mean, c'mon)

[deatheaters-mixer]

Hey!

Well... I'm new here... Wohoo! So I'm just gonna welcome myself and name some random facts that no-one will ever read:

- I'm a girl

- I'm pretty sure I'm younger than most of you

- I'm German(yayyy)

- I'm living in the middle of nowhere

- The Fandoms I'm in are: Harry Potter, Little Mix, Lord Of The Rings, Shadowhunters/The Mortal Instruments, Eragon, Marvel, Riverdale(kinda)

- OTPs: Wolfstar, Drarry, Malec, Stony, Thorbruce, Aralas/Legogorn, Jily, Saphael, Bagginshield

- Some of my fave Characters: Legolas Greenleaf (LOTR), Sirius Black (HP), Tony Stark (Marvel), Luna Lovegood (HP), Natasha Romanoff (Marvel), Daenerys Targaryen (GOT, even tho I'm still not finished with it), Arya Stark (GOT)

- I would fit best into the Star-Wars-universe even tho it isn't really my cup of tea

- Proud Ravenclaw

[nomurk]

thor: bruce do u have some crystal?

bruce: meth?

thor: 

thor: no?? 

thor: for our crystal growing kit?

bruce: oh sure yea

[bikerfaggot]

Promise

Warm hands, soft against Bruce’s cheek. “Dear,” came her gentle voice as she crouched next to the bed, her knees creaking just slightly. Bruce shifted to face his mother, his eyes wide with expectation. “Cinderella love isn’t what all of us get,” she continued quietly, “some of us have to work to get there, and others don’t get it at all.” Bruce opened his mouth to voice his dissent, but Rebecca smiled perceptively and shook her head. “I know, I know. It’s not fair.”

He frowned and furrowed his brows, an expression that he would never know how much his mother adored. “Are you and dad in love?” He asked after a long time, earning a pained smile and a few quick blinks.

She raised her hand to brush it over his cheek again, staying silent for what felt like years. Finally, she pulled herself to her feet, whispering a quiet “no, we aren’t.” in response. Before Bruce could say anything else, she was tucking the blanket up to his chin and leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You’ll find it, though, one day. I promise you.” With rapt attention he watched the way her eyes glittered with unshed tears, and it tugged at something deep inside him, something that he couldn’t place. “You don’t need to worry about your dad and I,” she finished, starting to turn towards the door. “Goodnight, Bruce. I love you.”

Bruce lay still in his bed until long after the lights in the hallway had gone out, thinking of those terribly sad tears. He would realize later that he shouldn’t have had to deal with much- well, with any- of the things he had dealt with from such a young age, but at the moment, it had seemed as though mom was just sad again. When he finally slipped into a fitful rest, he dreamed of Cinderella and whiskey.

Bruce startled awake, throwing the blankets off of him as he sat up in a wild panic. He blinked hard and shook his head, trying to recall the last thing that happened. He remembered being on a mission, and a code green being called, but after that, it was blank. There was a memory pressing itself into the forefront of his mind, though, and he realized that Hulk must have been thinking of Rebecca again. He had been doing so more often recently, and the only reason Bruce knew about the occurrence was because every thought of his mother that passed through Hulk’s mind would implant itself into Bruce’s conscious for the next few hours after waking up. It evoked too many emotions inside of him to bother separating them. This one made him sad, he could sense, so he tried to push it to the back of his mind. For now, at least.

The sound of a muffled snore to his left snapped him away from the faint memory. He turned quickly, only to sag back down in relief after realizing that it was only Thor, fast asleep in the chair next to the bed. He was in his clothes from battle, one armored arm crossed over his chest and the other resting on the edge of the bed. He wondered how long he had been out, and if Thor had been there the whole time.

At the sight of Thor, the memory had shoved itself back into his main line of thought, and because Bruce had never had that happen before, he let it quickly run through his mind.

“I promise you,” she had said. Why had Hulk been thinking of this day during the fight? This was the type of memory that Bruce would recall while he was standing in front of Rebecca’s grave, not while he was in the middle of body slamming aliens, or whatever Hulk had been doing.

He glanced over at Thor again, almost as if to make sure he wasn’t awake and watching Bruce run over his problem. Thor’s chest plate was rising and falling slowly, his steady breathing every so often accompanied by another snore. Stormbreaker was leaning against the bedside table, which also housed his helmet from Sakaar. Bruce blinked in confusion, abruptly realizing that he wasn’t in his own room. He was in Thor’s, and the one that was supposed to occupy the room in question wasn’t even in the bed. Rather, he had given it to the man who could’ve easily slept in his own. His own room, his own bed. But Bruce was here instead, being watched over (kind of) by the god of thunder.

And then he registered what hadn’t taken Hulk long to figure out.

Rebecca hadn’t broken her promise.

[duce-thruce]

I know we joke about Thor being a lesbian ally and all, but I was telling my friend about my thorbruce fanfictions and she knows nothing about marvel and she just says “oh, Thor? Is he the buff one that throws the cup of coffee cause he likes it?? That's all I know about him but I like him. He seems like a chill dude with muscles.” and she even reanacted the coffee scene and I didn't think much of it until I went home and remembered-

She’s lesbian. She doesn’t even know about the lesbian ally jokes. She just thought Thor was a cool buff dude. 

[stxphxn-strange]

destress

a/n: i wrote this purely bc i had a bad week last week and I’m Worried enjoy it❤️

Stephen knew he wasn’t the only one home, he could hear Rhodey doing something, talking to someone… somewhere. It sounded like they were talking in the kitchen, Rhodey and… was that Thor?

It sounded like Thor. Which meant Bruce was probably floating around somewhere too, or maybe Thor’s siblings. That mystery could remain unsolved. He wasn’t really listening to their conversation or even their voices, he was trying to hide from all of the noise. It didn’t matter if the noise was in Stephen’s apartment or in his own mind, it was horrendously loud no matter where he focused.

And the noise wouldn’t shut up.

It reminded him that he probably didn’t do very well on Friday’s midterm.

It reminded him of all of the shit that went down this week, as if Stephen was incapable of remembering his stressors.

It told him that he shouldn’t spend time moping and waiting for Anthony to come home, he should do something productive.

It told him that he was stumbling across the line between close and codependent, that he ran the risk of driving away the person who’d always been there.

It told him, echoing a familiar cold voice, that he couldn’t have a hug, that he needed to be less emotional at this point in his life.

It drowned out the rational part of Stephen’s mind that knew Anthony would never object to showering him in affection, the part of him that knew they were okay. They never listened to what people said about their relationship, if there was a problem they solved it together and strengthened their lifelong bond. No outside opinions mattered because nobody knew their relationship better than they did. People liked to talk their shit but it really didn’t matter, except in these moments where Stephen felt he was doing something wrong. And the noise in Stephen’s head was being a little bitch today, now sounding like more judging voices as it screamed.

He was tired, so very physically and emotionally tired, and thus didn’t care how pitiful he sounded to himself. Stephen just wanted a hug from his boyfriend, but he’d settle for laying on the living room couch under a blanket they liked to share until Anthony returned.

++++

Though he didn’t plan to fall asleep, nor did he recall even closing his eyes, Stephen felt himself slowly reentering the waking world. The next thing he registered was soft, sweet laughter in front of him and a gentle hand caressing his hair. A sense of comfort and familiarity made him smile sleepily.

“Be back soon!” Rhodey called from wherever he was.

“Bye Platypus, love you!” Anthony replied. He pressed a soft kiss to Stephen’s forehead. “And I love you, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Not sleeping,” Stephen huffed, forcing his eyes open to look at his boyfriend. “Just tired.”

“You were sleeping when I got home a minute ago,” Anthony said kindly, smiling at him. He sat cross-legged on the floor, his head cocked to the side as he gazed at Stephen with loving, expressive eyes. “Did I wake you up?”

Stephen nodded. “There are worse ways to be woken up than with your laugh, though.”

“But you needed the rest,” Anthony murmured, his thumb stroking Stephen’s cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be,” Stephen assured him. “I missed you. Are you going to just sit in front of me or can we cuddle?”

“Okay pushy, you don’t have to tell me twice,” Anthony teased, hopping onto the couch with Stephen and pulling him close. “Good?”

Stephen sighed and buried his head in Anthony’s shoulder. “Getting there. At least the week is over.”

“It is,” Anthony replied with a little hum. “And next week will be better.”

Stephen wanted to object, to say that Anthony didn’t know that for certain, but he refrained in the hope that he’d somehow absorb Anthony’s positivity. He didn’t even say anything, he just sighed again.

“I love you,” Anthony whispered, giving him a soft kiss. He proceeded to pepper kisses on Stephen’s hair and face, whispering between each kiss that he loved him.

It nearly brought Stephen to tears, his face flaming red where he did it in his boyfriend’s shoulder. He was quiet for a minute longer, taking it all in, before he finally responded. “I love you too, I love you so much.”

Anthony yawned. “You have the right idea, taking a nap.”

“I’m not tired anymore, but I’ll hold you while you rest, if you want that,” Stephen offered.

“Yes please,” Anthony replied, settling himself in Stephen’s arms after a moment of reconfiguration.

Stephen smiled for the first time since he woke up that morning.

Noticing his smile, Anthony wrapped his arms around Stephen’s waist and smiled too. “You’re the cutest fucking thing.”

“Nah.”

“You are.” Anthony yawned again. “You’ll be here when I wake up?”

“I’m not going anywhere for the rest of the day, I’ll be right here,” Stephen promised.

“Watching our show without me… again?” Anthony quipped.

“I was just going to start the next ep— wait, how did you know I watched without you?” Stephen asked.

“Wong told me,” Anthony replied.

“Goddamnit,” Stephen muttered, eliciting Anthony’s same soft laugh.

“I’m not mad, you’ll just have to rewatch the episodes again with me and deal with me asking you questions about things I don’t get,” Anthony continued.

“That sounds like an excuse to cuddle, I accept your terms,” Stephen teased, his smile feeling more at home on his face.

Tags: @stark-strange-love2 @ah3m @thespacecryptid @majesticnerdynerd @kiwidino @doctorstephenvincentstarkstrange @spooky-n-spunky @maya-custodios-dionach @ironstrange-chaos @chocopiggy

[deep-space-bi]

Bruce smoking weed to help with his anxiety and shotgunning some of it to Thor is a God tier concept

[uglyloki]

top 5 ships

thnx tumblr for not showing me this

uhhhhhh hmmmm god i don’t think i’m as big into shipping as i used to be but:

kirk/spock

skysolo

(i’m forever bitter about) janeway & chakotay 

chirrut & baze

blupjeans has me real fucked up right now tbh