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disaster-bay-leaf · 4 years ago

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Ok so these were the cutest~ (ㆁωㆁ)

4, 6, 7, 9, 12, 19, 22, 23, 28, 33, 34, 46, 47, 52, 59, 60, 63, 66, 83, 87, 88, 93, 99

I kno I listed like....all of them lmao but feel free to answer whichever you want and ofc you can ask me in return Baybe ( ◜‿◝ )♡

uHUHUHUHU much content for me to answer, im happy bebe 💜💜💜✨

4 - how do you take your coffee/tea?

hm coffee either Very Black No Sugar (for the sleep deprived me) or iced latte three sugars and theres no in between

and as for tea its All Black Teas That Exist, cinnamon-flavoured especially (but basically all teas that come to mind when u think “autumn”), and rooibos!!! okay basically the only oke i dont like is any type of green tea (which is sad because they look cool but my tastebuds said ✨no✨)

6 - do you keep plants?

honestly id l o v e too because i love plants but,,, im kinda horrible at taking care of them though still way better than the majority of my family (research helps) so the only plant i own is kinda a small-palm-tree-looking thing in a bigass glass jar that i saved from my mother’s plant-destructing hands and its mostly doing well (the ends of its leaves are starting to be yellow tho and im worried:((( )

7 - do you name your plants?

yes!!! though the current one was named by my sister and its called “pickett” after fantastic beasts shsjjsj

9 - do you like singing/humming to yourself?

oh god oh dude you have n o idea

i have absolutely n o singing voice but its something i do constantly to give my brain the right amount of stimuli so basically i listen to music 24/7 and hum to myself 99% of that time

12 - whats your favourite planet?

oh i actually didnt think about this for so long but either pluto (hes a planet screw nasa) or saturn (RINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) or venus (girls,,,and libra,,,)

19 - do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw in it?

okay im gonna be completely honest with yall and say that my every single try at keeping a journal failed spectacularly and i lost motivation after like a few months so my only journals rn are my fancy fake-leather-bound calendar to note tests and assessments into, a kinda roughed up notebook that i uses for noting down poems or scribbling or passing notes in class, and a kinda fancy bullet journal notebook that i used as a book of shadows for a while but since my fountain pen died i didnt touch it

22 - are you a morning person?

n o

i am so not a morning person but i wish i could be because honestly dawns are beautiful

but as it is rn im either sleep deprived all the time and loathe every second of being in an awake state or (if i have a few days of schoolbreak) my biological clock moves forward a few hours and i sleep 2am-10am

23 - whats your favourite thing to do on lazy days with zero obligations?

except for the fact that i dont remember the last time it happened, i would probably spend it drawing outside, watching anime with my sister and riding a bike around the forest

28 - sunrise or sunset?

i love sunrises because its so peaceful and everyone is asleep but also i subconsciously immediately correlate them with waiting for a train to take me to school (because thats basically the only time i see them) so its a bittersweet love especially with my fucked up biological clock

but sunsets are really really pretty too and i see them more often so i cant choose

33 - whats your fave pastry?

and isnt that a millior-dollar question dhsjjsjsj

either cinnamon rolls (i absolutely adore them) or that one specific type of cupcake-shaped-thing made out of shortcrust/bread/whatever its called and filled with vanilla pudding

34 - tell us about a stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

awwww this is cute

okay so basically my two favourite stuffed animals (i still have them, they sit in my wardrobe) were two teddy bears (like maybe 20cm high each of them) and one was pure brown and the other was silver-brown and they had stereotypical polish male names “Waldek” (read. Valdek) and Stefan (i think tho im not sure if i remember correctly, my memory is a feeble thing sometimes

46 - tell us the worst pun you can think of

what dog would never bite you? a hot dog *badumtss*

47 - what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

huh a year ago id say pineapple pizza but i guess i dont hate pineapples that much anymore (tho putting them on pizza is still an abomination) but i think that if id ever want to get rid of anything it would be parsley, i hate that freakin herb (does it count as food tho)

52 - what are your favourite memes of the year so far?

the ever given for sure shsjshjsjsjsjjsj

but bullying tramp stamps is gold and pure tumblr energy too

as for fandom memes: im in love with all keeping-up-with-the-todorokis variations and the fact that the entire bsd fandom looked at fukuchi and said “biTCH” and thats one of the only things we’re unanimous about

59 - whats your favourite myth?

i always liked the kora/persephone myth (though demeter is an overbearing parent to the nth power), loki and thor crossdressing at a party to get mjolnir back, atalanta because shes a queen and id politely ask her to kick my ass, and cassandra because she deserved better, and theres a l o t more because alas i was a mythology nerd but this post is long enough for me not to make this section 20 times longer sjjsjsjsjsjks

but there are a lot of slavic myths that are very cool too, though we dont know that much about them as about the greeks for example

60 - do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

o o o o h yeah i do like poetry because to create such a beautifully sounding thing with only words someone has to be a genius

some of my favs are: some works of nakahara chuuya (thank u bsd for introducing me to this man’s beautiful imagery in his works i swear to god the descriptions do it for me) (also his poem about having hangovers is a mood like i feel you buddy), the raven by ea poe (i know everyone likes it but hOLY DAMN THE INTER/INTRAVERSE RHYMES ARE LIKE,,, BREATHTAKING) (and aso im a slut for gothic horror), and many more but also That One Poem From Welcome To Nightvale about reaching the island in the west,,, only perfect vibes from it

63 - are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organised or kinda leave them be?

okay heres the thing. for anyone else both my playlist library and my bookshelf would be considered pure chaos of a mad man b u t they actually have a highly focused system which means that i sort them based on their vibes, lovability and (in case of books) their age and whether or not theyre a part of a series so i would say my bookshelf is rather organised (when a quarter of it isnt occupying my desk that is) and my music is more organised than not but sometimes it gets out of control and i have to sort it entirely again

66 - what would your ideal flower crown look like?

either entirely constructed of simple white daisies, entirely constructed of only white roses, or something that probably would win a “how many different coloured flowers can one fit in a flower crown” competition

or something purple (maybe not belladonna)

83 - whats some of your favourite album art?

god i dont know if it counts but hozier’s wasteland baby is probably one of my absolute favourites and no one shall beat that

“thrifted youth” (dalynn) and “standard deviation” (danny schmidt) have very aesthetic covers too

also the iconic p!atd too weird to live, too rare to die! album cover,,, its just iconic what can i say

and last but not least matt meason’s pink-and-black album covers (though bank on the funeral is really pretty too but like,,, “who killed matt meason” d o e s it for me and so does the 2017 tribulation single)

87 - what are some movies that you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

this is such a hard question because im not a really cinematography-oriented gal but i suppose that (at the risk of not going deep enough into the cinema world):

- the princess bride

- inception

- night at the museum

- SPIRITED AWAY

- forrest gump

- truman show

- E.T. (i cried okay)

- the lord of the rings (because damn me if this isnt one impressive adaptation)

- parasite

and one more personal recommendation: “ready or not” with samara weaving because goddamn i dont usually watch this genre but holy s h i t is it good

93 - whats the hairstyle you wear the most?

honestly just plain hair down (because having curly hair is a menace), split in the middle when i have longer hair and split on one side when its short

also low ponytails or half-up-half-down when im exercising, or double french braids when my hair doesnt cooperate enough to look presentable in any other form

99 - list some songs that resonate with your soul whenever you hear them

this is difficult because my music taste is a goddamn rollercoaster on a good day, but heres some:

- me and the sky from “come from away” musical (this is sort of a test song for my mental stability, if i cry i aint stable)

- dancing after death by matt meason (okay most songs by matt meason except for like,,, hallucinogenics maybe)

- tears and rain by james blunt

- i will follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie

- almost home by mxmtoon

- anything by hozier really but shrike especially

- payphone, the cover by alex g (i cried to this song so many times)

- burning pile by mother mother (can i roast all my problems please)

- long way from home and cleopatra by the lumineers

- autoclave by the mountain goats

oooh that was c o o o o o o o l as fuck thank you sm so much bebe (and sorry for the long post @everyone else)

#smadhuman being pure af #bay answers #long post #very long post #ask #asks

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stonylovessteve · 6 years ago

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Creator Reveals 2019

We’ve reached the end of the exchange and that means it’s time to reveal the creators of all our works.

Thank you for putting so much love and effort into Stony Loves Steve 2019, you really made it a great experience. We hope everyone loved it as much as we did!

Giftees, be sure to leave a comment and kudos on your gift if you haven’t already. All our creators worked hard to make this event a success, so show them some love.

You can now post your work publicly outside of the exchange. Tag it as #stonylovessteve2019 on tumblr and we’ll reblog you. @ us @stonylovessteve on twitter and we’ll retweet you.

Below the cut is the final list of all the works produced for the exchange and the creators.

Ride With the Moon in the Dead of Night by iam93percentstardust for Wikketkrikket (MCU AU, 11,464 Words)

The wards protecting the Upper New York pack are failing. When the pack alpha, Nick Fury, calls for aid, only one person answers: the vampire Howard Stark, promising the aid of his son. In return, he asks that his son be accepted into the pack. Fury promises that his strongest alpha will be given to Stark's son in marriage. Neither Steve nor Tony are initially pleased about this turn of events but they find themselves quickly falling in love. But not everyone is happy to allow a vampire into the pack and there is a traitor lurking in their midst.

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You've Always Been My Home by Shamen610 for softestlesbian (MCU, 4,370 words)

And that was just so like Tony wasn't it? For him to still be the one to help Steve find a home, despite being gone.

Gone.

God, he couldn't even stomach the thought of it being true.

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Clementine by Wikketkrikket for nasa (1872, 8,297 words)

From the prompt: 'The people of Timely have started getting suspicious about how much time their Sheriff is spending at their Blacksmith's house'

Ever since he was injured and his arm badly damaged in the incident with Fisk, Steve has been staying with Tony. He helps Tony stay off the drink and keep his ribbon, and Tony helps him tie his shoelaces. They're in love, but they aren't breaking any laws. Steve is very careful about that.

Except people are starting to talk anyway, and when a new Deputy arrives in town with suspicion in his eyes things get riskier than ever.

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i'd like it if you stayed (and i like you) by KingOfBiohazards for Lunatical (MCU AU, 2,958 words)

Steve gets a knight assigned to be his bodyguard. He's not happy about it (at first).

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the start of something brilliant by S_Hylor for fictionforlife (Noir, 4,382 words)

After so many years of adventuring, and then assisting in the war effort, Tony Stark didn’t think there was much left that he hadn’t seen already. That is, until on a reconnaissance mission with James Rhodes, he comes across an injured American soldier, left behind on a battlefield.

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the lion and his wolf by nasa for iam93percentstardust (MCU AU, 2,241 words)

Steve didn't have much when he came to King's Landing - his mother, his best friend, and a few copper coins to his name - but slowly, over the years, it's all been stripped away. Now, he has only one thing left: Tony Stark, heir to the North and lover to Steve.

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Handheld by talesofsuspense for SilverInStars (MCU, 4,072 words)

When Steve starts stopping for lunch at Shawarma Palace he isn't expecting Tony to show up and to keep showing up. And he definitely isn't expecting a guide to the 21st century.

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Another Chance at Another Life by heroineaddict for 13bella (MCU, 6,867 words)

Steve returns the Infinity Stones to their rightful place, and then makes a detour to fix one of his biggest regrets.

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Won't You Be My Neighbor [Art] by Cachette for sadieb798 (AU, art)

A peaceful evening!

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If I’m Ruining You Right Now, Please Forgive Me by Mizzy for Jaylee (616, 17k Words)

Tony’s definitely up to something, Steve’s sure about that. But when he follows Tony down into the unused leg of their new unconventional home, Steve isn’t expecting to discover the lengths Tony will go to try to make him happy.

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Beautiful by LegendsofSnark for thegreytigress (MCU, 1k words)

Tony loves Steve, no matter what

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Of You, Me, and Us by ShippersList for starkboi (MCU, 1.1k words)

They are just photos. Snaps of his life, something he started taking after the Battle of New York. Nothing fancy, nothing staged, just… quick slices of life he wanted to document, to remember things by, to help getting some flavor to the sharp memories embedded in his mind.

Some are blurry, some are ruined by time (or, more often, coffee stains), some are just of the same subject; from the time when he wanted to document the way the vines grow on that one, particular corner of the park.

Others might say most of them are worthless, but they aren’t. Not to Steve.

And some pictures mean more than the rest. Especially to Steve.

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Worth the Wait by FreyaS for Royal_Chandler (MCU, 13k words)

When Steve woke up in the future, he met his soulmate and learned he’d lost everything else.

Tony was familiar with loss but he never expected to gain a soulmate in Steve Rogers, the man his family had spent generations searching for.

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Be Still My Little Heart by Lunatical for BeenAsleepFor70Years (AU, 4.1k words)

A beautiful boy was asleep in the flower, his hair the color of gold and his skin as pure as the lily from which he’d been born. And when he opened his eyes, they were as clear as the sky, and twice as beautiful. And he could not have been bigger than a thumb, from the tips of his golden hair to the bottom of his perfect feet, and Sarah loved him more than anything else in the world.

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[email protected] by FestiveFerret for Lacrimula_Falsa (MCU, 7.3k words)

Between digital watches, ATMs, emails, and microwaves, Steve is exhausted by the future. Tony is only trying to help, and Steve appreciates it, but sometimes, he just needs a break from all the tech in the tower.

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Tony Stark’s Guide to Getting A Date (And Steve Roger’s Guide to Getting Through a Thick Skull) by a_salty_alto for morcabre (AA, 1.3k words)

In which Steve turns out to be a bit smoother than expected.

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Everybody Loves Steve (But Tony Loved Him First, Dammit) by ashes0909 for HogwartstoAlexandria (MCU AU, 4.4k words)

“So, what? I’m just supposed to get used to you being a bit taller, a bit bulkier, and that guy I met freshman year, what? He’s gone forever now?”

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Superfamily [Art] by Hayluhalo for Squishy_TRex (MCU AU, art)

Prompt fill for “adopting kids” for the Stony Loves Steve 2019 event!

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Heart’s Second Chance [Art] by fictionforlife for BuckytheDucky (MCU AU, art)

Based on one of BuckytheDucky’s prompts:

Steve is the rightful heir to a decent-sized kingdom, neighbouring the Stark realm. When talks arise of the kingdoms going to war, Steve’s mother tells him he must marry Prince Tony in order to prevent the war from coming to fruition; both grudgingly agree, and it’s definitely not love at first sight, fighting behind closed doors all the time even tho they pretend they’re deliriously in love in front of others. Then tragedy strikes, and Steve has to decide whether to help Tony get revenge for his kingdom against Obadiah Stane, the Starks’ most trusted advisor, or convince Tony that he’s no longer allowed to get involved in his old kingdom’s affairs. Through it all, he starts learning more about who Tony really is and maybe even falling in love.

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Three Challenges by Neverever for Katie_Kat (MCU AU, 6,6k words)

King Steve is offered a marriage alliance with the mysterious Prince Tony which will help his small country greatly. Except that there is a twist. There always is.

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Be My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine by Nixie_DeAngel for Neverever (MCU AU, 1,8k words)

Letting out an overly tired, but still fond, sigh, Steve closes his charms tome and caps his inkwell before pushing it back towards the center of the table and places his quill next to it. “Okay, Tony, you have exactly twenty minutes before I really do need to get back to studying. Why do you need me to be your pretend boyfriend?”

Or, even as wizards Tony and Steve still can only find there way to each other through the muggle trope of fake dating while fighting their real feelings.

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a date with disaster (or, the time steve essentially whored himself out on national tv to pay his rent) by quellthefire for Serinah (MCU AU, 3,6k words)

Steve’s been having a hard time finding freelance work, so Bucky signs him up for a reality dating show to earn some extra cash. Little does Steve know that this is going to be the worst date he could possibly imagine, on purpose.

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To have and to hold by daisybelle for LegendsofSnark (MCU, 1.4k words)

Written for the prompt: Parents!Stony: Steve has somehow gotten sick and Tony is freaking out because Steve always takes care of him and Peter. Cue Peter and Tony frantically trying to do everything in their power to get Steve better. And Steve smiling at his little family.

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You’re Always Worth It by Nixie_DeAngel for Hayluhalo (EMH, 1.6k words)

Tony sees it in the way Steve’s shoulders grow tenser, the way his answers become shorter and snappier. Sees it in the way his eyes grow colder and harder. He sees it in the extra hours put in to training and working out, the way Steve goes through combat bots and reinforced punching bags.

Or, Tony takes Steve on a mini vacation and helps his partner unwind.

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when you’re gone by talktothesky for ishipallthings (MCU, 25.6k words)

Steve’s had to get used to many things in the 21st century but falling in love with Tony Stark might be the weirdest one yet.

Especially because the man’s dead.

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The shadow of men by Bill_Longbow for silversoul_snow (MCU AU, 6.8k words)

When Steve sinks his teeth into bringing Tony Stark to justice he shouldn’t be surprised the mob boss takes a mutual interest. He ìs suprised the mobster does this by kidnapping him, but the most confusing thing is that Steve doesn’t really mind…

In a world where soulmates are only rumours and myths, what chance do a cop and a crook have together?

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time doesn’t love you anymore (like i love you) by armoredsoftie for jayjayverse (MCU, 3.1k words)

Steve returned the Stones to their respective places, and it’s time to go back home. But after an accident with the time traveling bracelet, he’s stuck in 1993, where he tries to find the help of a young Tony Stark. After a few drinks in the most popular gay bar in town, things might take a different direction.

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Breakfast [Art] by SpanglesandSass (Fidella) for SirSapling (Ultimates, Art)

For the prompt:

1. Stressed out Steve gets pampered

If anyone needed a lazy day and breakfast in bed, it’s probably Steve.

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On the Road We Find the Journey Home by navaan for Missy_dee811 (Marvel 616, 5.7k words)

In the Aftermath of Secret Empire, Steve goes on his Road Trip to find out who Captain America can be after Hyda!Cap put fear into the hearts’ of the people who used to cheer for him. His thoughts trail back to Tony.

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For A Good Time Call by BeenAsleepFor70Years for mariana_oconnor (Avengers Assemble, 8.7k words)

Steve explores his sexuality by trying out a phone sex service. He may just leave the situation crushing on the guy at the other end of the phone. He already had feelings for his teammate Iron Man, now a new crush gets thrown into the mix. What ever shall he do?

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And I Owe It All To You by starkboi for muchmoremajestic (MCU AU, 2.8k words)

Steve volunteers to participate in a dance marathon for charity. He’s got a final project looming over his head and needs a break from reality, it’s there that he gets playfully competitive with a certain snarky brown haired boy from MIT.

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The Ring of Fire or The One Where Steve is Young and Confused by Serinah for One and Five Nines (Obani) (MCU AU, 15.9k words)

What you read on the tin. Steve is 19 and has only had one girlfriend. He doesn’t like men, never has, so why the hell does Professor Stark make him feel this way?

A story with a ridiculous amount of anger, internalized homophobia, sexual exploration, self-discovery and pining. In short: it’s about how student Steve tries, fails and then tries again to understand what going on with him while dealing with his crush on a professor.

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An Old Friend by Katie_Kat for Evanna_Adams (MCU, 1.2k words)

Steve is packing up and getting ready to move from the Tower to the new compound when Peter finds something interesting hiding in the closet.

For the Stony Loves Steve 2019 Fic Exchange.

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certain as the sun by ohmyloki for ShippersList (MCU, 3.8k words)

Steve doesn’t know how to dance. Tony says he doesn’t dance. Natasha wonders what’s the point of living in a mansion if no one is ever going to use the ballroom?

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Don’t Ask by dirigibleplumbing for SpellWolf (Avengers Academy, 3.6k words)

Steve has a secret.

Steve also plays a lot of truth or dare.

Tony notices that Steve always picks “dare,” and starts daring him to pick “truth” instead.

What will Tony think if he finds out what Steve’s hiding?

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Silicone Rings by kenshincha for picturecat (The Avengers - All Media Types, 1.1k words)

Steve contemplates their long engagement.

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Almost Perfect [Art] by One and Five Nines (Obani) for farawatt (MCU, Art)

A powerful enemy invades from an alternate reality, but the only thing he really seems interested in is Steve Rogers

EXTREMELY DISTURBING CONTENT, MIND THE TAGS

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In Your Shadow by magicasen for talesofsuspense (Marvel 616, 2.9k words)

Tony thinks the mansion might be haunted. Steve’s not so sure about that.

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A Beautiful Thing by thegraytigress for FestiveFerret (MCU, 62.5k words)

Steve charges into a crashed alien ship to save survivors, and he comes out with a newfound power: telepathy. The fact that he can read minds isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, though. It’s pretty amusing to the team, really annoying to Steve, and generally not as cool as it sounds. It especially sucks that it’s driven a wedge between him and Tony, not that Steve can figure out why. Still, all in all, it’s something he can try to live with.

Until he can’t.

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Stuck by Neverever for PjCole (MCU AU, 2.9k words)

Hairstylist Tony Stark itches to cut Steve’s messy hair. But Steve has other issues on his mind.

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Loving You 3000 by athletiger for armoredsoftie (MCU AU, 1.5k words)

He stared. On his chest, above his palpitating heart, was the number 3000. Steve’s fingers lifted, unbidden, and he brushed over the numbers, which only stared back at him.

His chest constricted, then swelled.

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Previously Thought to be Impossible by Impala_Chick for navaan (MCU, 2.8k words)

In 1970, SHIELD HQ was working on a powerful aphrodisiac prototype. Tony Stark from 2023 happens to cut open the wrong box at the wrong time, and Steve Rogers from 2023 doesn’t know how to feel about it.

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A Coincidence called Fate. by SilverinStars for kenshincha (MCU AU, 2.7k words)

The first time Potts met Stevens, the man had come limping into the infirmary. His face was pale, but he held himself upright.

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Moments in Time by Squishy_TRex for talktothesky (MCU, 3k words)

A shared life, over the years.

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Does the sun shine (during lock down)? by HogwartstoAlexandria for Nixie_DeAngel (MCU, 9.6k words)

The last thing Tony expects when he wakes up that day is the very thing he finds in Pepper’s office, or rather, the very person.

Old flames do they ever really die down? Maybe not, but does Tony have the luxury to find out when he has to think about Peter’s well-being first and foremost?

Or when Pepper is worried, makes a decision, and Tony’s life spins on its axis, once again.

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[art fill] on read by Priestly for KingOfBiohazards (MCU, Art)

Texting Tony Stark is sometimes easier than talking to him face to face. Mini-comic!

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good old-fashioned lover boy by nanasekei for Cachette (MCU, 7k words)

Tony is thrilled about his new relationship with Steve. He’s on cloud nine, in fact. It’s so amazing he can believe it’s real. He just wishes they could… Uh. Touch a little. Just a little

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Here’s Looking at You by mariana_oconnor for SpanglesandSass (MCU, 12.6k words)

Captain America’s disapproving stare watched over most of Tony’s childhood. It only makes sense that when Steve Rogers walks into Tony’s life, that he return the favour and stare right back. But what he sees when Steve doesn’t know he’s watching doesn’t match up with what he thinks he knows, and he comes to realise that maybe the man under the cowl isn’t quite as untouchable as he thought.

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Write and Draw by SpellWolf for Shamen610 (MCU, 2.7k words)

games night and plotting ends with two idiots finally getting together

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Loose Ends by muchmoremajestic for riodesal (MCU, 8.9k words)

Steve Rogers was found in late 2007 after being on ice for over sixty years. In trying to find closure with his past, a few months later he comes across Tony - at the moment a charismatic billionaire responsible for the world’s most lucrative weapons manufacturing company while the country is at war fighting terrorist cells in Afghanistan. When Steve reaches out to Tony to get closure on his friendship with Tony’s father Howard, how will Tony react? Can Steve find the closure that he’s looking for?

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running into the sun by kiden for ohmyloki (MCU, 8.2k words)

There are other people Steve could ask. Sam or Nat. Even Clint would make more sense. It’s not that they aren’t friends - they are, they’re good friends, hard won, fought for, worked on - it’s just weird. They can live together and fight together, but Tony’s not so sure a few weeks with just the two of them in a car is a good idea. It’s definitely not a smart idea. “Can you repeat that, please?” or: tony and steve go on a nice, soft road trip that brings them closer together.

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Vienna Waits For You by Evanna_Adams for quellthefire (MCU, 13.4k words)

Steve Rogers was desperate. Not in the general sense of the word but the deadline for his college art project seemed to be looming and damnit, he should have been done already. But it had taken a bit of Barton and Wilson madness to leave his final project in pieces. Natasha, Bucky and the guilt-ridden duo had tried to help him, but the project was lost to him. They had even tried to offer their own college acquired expertise to help. Of course, he had to refuse.

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posing up a storm by picturecat for Mizzy (MCU, 5.2k words)

“I have an idea. Can we just pretend the day ended with that really badass Superfriends pose we did?”

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Letters To My Lover by Missy_dee811 for XtaticPearl (MCU, 3.5 words)

*Avengers: Endgame spoilers* On the day of the funeral, Steve hears a phone ringing that shouldn’t be. No one had that number. No one except Tony.

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Taking a chance by DepressingGreenie for Bill Longbow (MCU, 746 words/art)

Steve likes the Science Professor who lives across the hall.

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Yes to heaven by jayjayverse for magicasen (616, 1.1k words/art)

All started with a clear change of smell, it was subtle, slow in a way that if Janet had not told him he would not have noticed, but after that he just could not help noticing every little sign.

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Eleven Years by One and Five Nines (Obani) for Impala Chick (MCU, 2.2k words)

*ENDGAME SPOILERS* After the final battle, Steve comes around to Tony’s house. He’s not sure how things stand with Tony, but at least Morgan likes him.

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Frostbite by FestiveFerret for DepressingGreenie (MCU, 5.4k words)

They’ve found where Steve is being kept - he has to be in this building - but JARVIS can’t find a heat signature, and Tony knows what that means.

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[art fill] second chances by Priestly for kiden (MCU, art)

“Regret is corrosive. And I hate it.”

“Me too.”

Together, Steve and Tony can save half of all life on Earth. And if they’re lucky enough, maybe they can even save their relationship. Art fill!

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We’re Going Off Script by ishipallthings for FreyaS (MCU, 5.2k words)

“Or, maybe you just need practice?” Steve blinks at Tony’s question, confused. Maybe Tony needs more sleep than he thought. He’ll have to check with JARVIS.

“Practice - at dating?”

(Steve needs help in the dating department. Tony is happy to help out, because he’s a very good friend. That’s definitely the only reason.)

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One Throw of the Dice by Wikketkrikket for dirigibleplumbing (616/Ults/3490/1872, 5.7k words)

Steve shrugged, pulling on his shirt. ‘It’s not like it’s Jane or no-one. Everyone gets more than one throw of the dice, Tony.’

He only realised his mistake when Tony didn’t say anything, turning away too quickly when Steve turned to look at him. It didn’t take too much thought to connect the dots. Tony did think you only got one throw of the dice. Tony thought he, Steve, was that one. The One.

In which they realise Tony loves Steve more than Steve loves him. But it’s kind of hard to work through it when the Skrulls interfere, and scatter your sense of self to the multiverse.

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Hands Out In The Dark by XtaticPearl for ashes0909 (MCU, 44.4k words)

When Thanos died the first time, it was anybody’s guess that the end of the journey had been reached. Sometimes though, a bad end becomes the opening to an unexpected but good beginning, and a tired Steve Rogers learns that in the five years it takes for him to get back to a battlefield. The years after that, well that was a story he hadn’t considered until life gave him the chance to try. What he ended up writing, whom he wrote it with, and why it all ended on a bench in New York - there were stories even a Time Stone hadn’t expected.

sun in an empty room by farawatt for nanasekei (MCU/Ults/616, 2.3k words)

Melancholy is dangerous.

It’s funny how you forgive the past to try and revive it.

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A Long Road To Share by SirSapling for daisybelle (Ults, art)

After 50 years in the ice and a couple exhausting years leading the Ultimates, Steve realises he isn’t quite sure he knows anything about the new modern America he’s supposed to represent. Luckily, Tony has an idea how to show him.

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Dare I Say Forever by royal_chandler for herioneaddict (MCU, 4.2k words)

Naive and young, Steve had thought about it. He’d allowed himself to dream of post-war, matching gold bands and a white picket fence penning in a rambunctious pair of children.

However, there’s no such thing as post-war.

#stonylovessteve2019 #Steve Rogers #stony #steve/tony #stevetony

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heresiae · 2 years ago

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so, this was a very interesting post aaaaand... ok, I will not block every brand that will come (except for the ones I cannot stand). I will love, for instance, to have the Netflix series back. Or editors. I would SO SO much love to have more accounts like NASA here. museums, schools and whatnot.

honestly, I did work as a social media manager aaand welp, you should at least acknowledge the effort and creativity that many social managers put out there. as long as we keep in mind that they're managing corporates profiles and to not fell for their tricks.

also, many authors left tumblr for greener pastures and now that they're coming back, they might need some corporates to be here and see they're blazes.

so yeah, we shouldn't scare companies away. but we should not let them turn us in twitter or tik tok either.

I think we're quite safe on that side because I don't know if you ever saw the stats that facebook has. they're literally at the level of google analytics. Tumblr doesn't have that and it would took waaaaaaaay more effort to make it and it's somethings corporates use to tell the CEO "see? we're actually making money for this" (they will have that kind of analytics on they're websites).

plus, we are all affectionate inhabitants of this adorable hellhole and they will need people who can understand us to run their profile. which means... work for some of us too.

so, my new rules are: - I already have tumblr ads and will keep it (I like it) - I will not block companies that are not particularly obnoxious or toxic or blatantly shit (like, if amazon ever decide to come here, that will be a hell of a battle) - I wil actually interact with some of them, even for just the sake of our hellhole

and please, nobody bully the new users. make at least the effort to see the profile instead of block them just because they didn't change the avatar right away (but, seriously, who do that? it's literally the first thing you do in every new social you join).

be patient to everyone. we do know that after a while, you either get sucked and became a tumblr user, or just stop. it's just natural selection, just less violent.

let's just not get back at those dark times when the inventor of x-kit was chased relentlessly out of tumblr because of a rumor he was a child abuser (hint: it wasn't true, but he never came back and x-kit had to be picked up by other good people).

ok?

(and please, someone who wants the crabs write to me so we can gift it to each other)

already got a blazed marvel post. the adpocalypse is closer than we think so heres your daily PSA

don't interact with corporate tumblr accounts

yes even to dunk on them. i don't care if you have the sickest burn of the century lined up, don't even give them the time of day

the eventual and inevitable fall of twitter marks a change in the advertising industry, and tumblr is unclaimed territory. if we want tumblr to remain the social media bastion it has become, it needs to remain as unappealing to corporations as possible. do not engage. in a marketing strategist's eyes, any kind of attention is good attention. don't "silence, brand" them. don't kungpowpenis them. don't send them hate anons. don't hate-follow them. corporate tumblrs are not a single entity and they will not be harassed off this site. we only have a shot at repelling them because of tumblr's lack of an algorithm. so turn off recommended posts on your dashboard, put it chronological order, and install an adblocker. if you don't seek out these blazed posts and actively ignore them when they happen upon you, the corporations will starve. in this case, the best kind of protest is a silent one

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theycallmebeccawrites · 6 years ago

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Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 12

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: graphic sex, oral sex

Episode Summary: This episode takes place in February 2017. Chris and Ellie got to the Super Bowl!

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

The Chris and Ellie series is primarily chronological. It begins with a flash forward to 2016 and has a few other scenes in the future. However, the majority of their story is told in chronological order starting in 2013 and going through 2017. Each episode starts with a date to help you place it within the story.

The Chris & Ellie Series Masterlist | Chris & Ellie Masterlist

Episode 11.5

Episode 12: Super Bowl LI

February 5, 2017

Ellie awoke as Chris came into their room of the hotel suite they were sharing with his brother in Houston, Texas. Sitting up, she turned on the light on her side of the bed, smiling when she saw him pulling his black shirt over his head.

"Hey," she greeted him. It was a little after three in the morning, but she hadn't seen him for a couple days. While Chris, Scott and some of their friends had been in Houston for a couple days, Ellie had only arrived Saturday evening. Prior to the Patriots making it to the Super Bowl, Scott had planned a bachelor party for Chris in Las Vegas, but the location had been changed to Houston since the two events were happening the same weekend.

"Hey," he replied. Walking over to the bed, he leaned over and gave her a kiss.

"How was the concert?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"There were free drinks," Chris shrugged. "I'm going to go take a shower."

Ellie nodded and turned off her light again before settling back into the mattress. It only took her a few minutes to fall asleep; only for her to be awoken again by Chris tossing and turning next to her an hour or so later.

"What's wrong?" she asked him. "You're usually asleep the second your head hits the pillow"

"Just nervous about the game," he admitted as he rolled over to look at her in the dark room.

"The Patriots are amazing this year, Chris," Ellie stated as she scooted closer to him. "I'm grown up enough to admit that, even though I don't like them."

Even though it was dark, she knew that had made him smile.

"You guys have one of the best quarterbacks ever in Tom Brady," Ellie continued. "Julian Edelman is amazing. LeGarrette Blount is a beast!"

"And a former Oregon Duck," Chris added.

"Which makes him even more awesome!" Ellie smirked. "This team has been through so much this year, Chris, and they've done this before! They may not have Gronk today, but Danny Amendola is back! Besides, there has been a different star of the game every time this year. They're a solid team from the starters to the backups. They've got this."

"Never imagined you'd be giving me a pep talk about my team. Especially when you claim to hate them."

"You know the only team I truly hate is the Dallas Cowboys," Ellie replied, shaking her head. "But the Patriots have grown on me. Don't get me wrong, I'm still not a fan, but, for your sake, I can stand them."

"You'll be a fan before you know it," Chris teased. "And when we have our first son, you'll beg me to let us name him Brady."

"Clearly the lack of sleep has gone to your head," Ellie said, rolling her eyes.

"Well, roll over then," he told her. "I always sleep better with you cuddled up close."

"Nope, you roll over," Ellie replied. "I want to be the big spoon tonight."

Chris sighed, but rolled over. He felt Ellie press her body against his and felt her drape her arm over his waist.

"This better not be a ploy to get into my pants," he told her.

Staring at the wide expanse of his bare back, Ellie took a playful bite, making him cry out.

"I don't need ploys to get in your pants," she stated. "You drop them willingly."

"Except tonight."

"Except tonight," she replied. "I still think it's -"

"Shh, I need to sleep," he cut her off. "God you talk too much, woman."

Ellie slapped his bare stomach with her hand as he laughed.

"You're a pain in my ass," she told him as she settled herself back down to sleep.

"Yeah, but you still love me," he replied.

They woke up eight hours later to the sound of the alarm clock going off. They had shifted at some point during their sleep so she was on her back and he was nestled against her with his head resting against her breasts. Unlike Ellie, who was wide awake thanks to the loud buzzing, Chris continued to sleep.

"Time to wake up," she said, running her hands through his hair. "It's game day."

"Five more minutes," Chris muttered, his voice vibrating against the soft tissue of her breasts. He buried his face deeper and swung his arm up to lie on her chest.

"You're awfully handsy for someone who didn't want to have sex the night before the big game," Ellie pointed out.

"Bad luck," he muttered against her breasts as his hand came dangerously close to her t-shirt covered nipple.

"You're a tease," she huffed out before she shoved him off of her. She climbed over him and shut off the alarm clock before going into the bathroom. She took a relatively quick shower and was almost done drying her hair when Chris came into the bathroom.

"Morning," he said then gave her a kiss on the neck since her back was to him.

"Morning," she smiled at him through the mirror. "Glad to see you finally got out of bed."

"Ha ha," he rolled his eyes and playfully swatted her bum. He crossed the room and used the toilet before undressing and climbing into the shower.

While he was in there, Ellie left the bathroom and quickly got dressed. She had a surprised planned for Chris and didn't want him to ruin it by coming out of the bathroom too soon. Since the shirt she planned to wear to the game was the surprise, she put it on first after putting on her bra and panties. She was in the process of pulling on her jeans when the bathroom door opened.

"Wait! Don't come out yet," she told him and he obeyed. She finished putting her jeans on and then grabbed the flannel shirt she'd stolen from his suitcase the night before.

"Can I come out yet?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied as she held the shirt closed with her fists.

"What was all that about?" he asked as he came into the bedroom wearing a towel around his waist. "I've seen and tasted every inch of you."

"I have a surprise for you," she told him. "Consider it an early wedding present."

"Are you hiding it under my flannel shirt?"

Ellie bit her lower lip and then nodded.

Chris crossed the room in three long strides and gently moved her hands away so the flannel shirt was allowed to hang. He parted the shirt and then moaned.

"Do you like it?" she asked him.

"You're wearing a Brady shirt," he said. "Holy shit, Ellie!"

Ellie laughed and pulled the flannel off completely before she turned around to show him the back.

"Fuck," Chris cursed then stumbled over to the bed. "And his name is on the back and everything."

Ellie laughed and joined him on the bed. "Regretting your decision to withhold sex before the game?" she teased.

Chris could only nod as his eyes focused on the large number 12 that was stretched over his fiancée's ample bosom.

Leaning down, Ellie gave Chris a proper good morning kiss before she climbed off the bed. "You should get dressed, I imagine Scott will be texting soon to find out when we're going to get food," she told him.

Twenty minutes later, they left their bedroom and found Scott sitting at the table eating a healthy serving of pancakes.

"I got tired of waiting for you two," he said in between bites. "I got you eggs, Chris, and you a stack of pancakes, Ellie."

"You're the best," Ellie replied as she removed a lid from one of the plates on the table and breathed in the smell of the pancakes. "These are going to be amazing."

"I hate training," Chris muttered as he grabbed the last plate that was his eggs. He doctored them with salt and pepper then ate them while watching his brother and Ellie enjoy their pancakes.

"It just means you can drink more beer at the game," Scott told him.

"But not too many," Ellie told him. "I can't get you both back here if you're drunk off your asses. If it happens, one of your drunk asses will be left at the stadium and you can sure as hell bet it will be the one I have to share a bed with."

"Duly noted," Chris said with a chuckle.

In addition to her Brady shirt and jeans, Ellie was wearing a Patriots hat she'd borrowed from Chris and a pair of American flag Converse All-Stars. She completed the look with her favorite American flag fringed purse. The brothers were wearing matching Patriots logo shirts, but nothing similar after that. Scott was wearing jeans, a beat up pair of sneakers, a jacket and a backwards cap. Chris, on the other hand, was wearing a pair of black pants, grey shoes and his beloved NASA hat.

Shortly after they ate, Chris's friends knocked on the door and they had pregame drinks, courtesy of Jeremy Renner. They hung out at the hotel for another hour or so before Chris called down to the lobby to request a couple cars to the stadium.

They waited until they got the call that their cars had arrived before they left the room and used one of the back elevators to get to the lobby of the hotel as directed by the hotel staff member. Said employee was waiting for them when they got out of the elevator and they ushered them to a back entrance where the two cars they had requested were waiting.

It took seemingly forever to get to the stadium, but when they arrived they were led to their club seats by an event security guard. Upon entering the smaller set of seats, Ellie wasn't surprised at all when Chris appeared to know everyone. He introduced her to so many people that she stopped trying to remember their names or the number of times they asked to see her engagement ring. It helped that she and Chris had become experts at dodging the 'when's the big day' question, because it always followed the engagement ring question.

When the game finally started, Ellie took a seat behind Chris, letting Scott and Renner have the seats on either side of him. The mood in their section was amped up and loud as the game got underway, but grew quieter and quieter as the first quarter and, ultimately, the first half wore on.

With each failed drive, Chris's mood darkened and Ellie made him switch to soda and eat some chicken wings after his third beer. His mood got a little better once he had food in him and the Patriots managed to get a field goal as the first half ended.

While Lady Gaga performed, Ellie moved down a row to stand with Chris and wrapped her arms around his waist as they watched. A part of her wanted to storm down to the Patriots locker room and yell at the team for breaking the hearts of Patriots Nation, especially Chris's, but she knew she couldn't do that. All she could do was comfort Chris, so that's what she did.

Once Gaga finished her set, their group had a little pow wow inspired by the Twitter smack talk Chris had had with Octavia Spencer and, by the time the second half started, Chris was in a much better mood. It helped that the Falcons' first position of the half resulted in a punt, but then, so did the Patriots.

A string of curse words left Chris's mouth when the Falcons' scored another touchdown, making the score 28 to 3. After that happened, Ellie gave Chris the rest of her beer, knowing he needed it more than she did.

Nearly seven minutes later, their group erupted with cheers as James White ran the ball into the end zone, scoring the Patriots' first touchdown of the game. The cheers became groans and curses as Stephen Gostkowski's kick bounced off the upright. Meaning the score of the game was only 28 to 9.

The third quarter ended with the Falcons' punting the ball and the Patriots started the fourth quarter with a couple first downs thanks to White and Malcolm Mitchell, but then Tom Brady was sacked twice and they had to settle for a field goal.

Then it happened. The moment they had been waiting all night for. The Patriots' defense sacked Matt Ryan, the Falcons' quarterback, and he lost the ball. Dont'a Hightower and Alan Branch worked together to recover the ball for the Patriots.

Their joy was stalled when Brady was sacked again, but it revved back up almost immediately. With a little over seven minutes left on the clock, the Patriots made their way down the field with Danny Amandola going into the end zone about two minutes later, making the score 28 to 18. Then the Patriots went for two and got it! Making the score 28 to 20.

Cries of "Holy Shit!" rang out amongst their group as they celebrated the score. Nobody said it out loud, but they were all thinking that the Patriots might win. That thought grew stronger as the Patriots' forced the Falcons' to punt with just over three and a half minutes left in the game.

The Patriots' began their next drive as Chris, Ellie and the others crossed their fingers. Then Julian Edelman made that catch. It had looked close from their vantage point, but as soon as they saw it on the jumbo screen, they all lost their fucking minds. They only got rowdier when White ran the ball into the end zone a minute or so later and then louder, still, when Amandola scored the two point conversion, tying the score up at 28! Not even the spray of flying drinks could dampen their excitement.

Ellie found herself a part of hand slaps and hugs as the fourth quarter ended with the game still tied. Silence fell amongst their group as the team captains walked out onto the field for the overtime coin toss. As soon as it was announced that the Patriots had won the toss, they all screamed; because of the [stupid] sudden death rules, all the Patriots needed to do was get a touchdown and they'd win the game.

With the precision of a well-oiled machine, the Patriots' marched down the field getting four 1st downs in the first 3 minutes. The fifth came less than a minute later thanks to a pass interference penalty. The final play of the game was James White forcing his way through the defense and getting the ball over the goal line.

They all held their breath until the touchdown was confirmed and then it was chaos. Chris was freaking the fuck out as he jumped up and down, celebrating the insanity that was the Patriots' win following 31 unanswered points.

High fives were exchanged around their group and Ellie squealed when Chris suddenly grabbed her around the waist and tilted her backwards, towards him, and planted a kiss on her lips. He laughed against her lips as she pounded his shoulders with her fists. He set her upright and then smiled up at her.

"We won!" he cried. "We fucking won!"

"I know!" she laughed. "Oh my god! That was a fucking crazy game."

"Still not a Patriots fan?" he asked, his eyes sparkling.

"Well, they're not awful," Ellie smiled. She wrapped her arms around Chris's neck and then leaned down and kissed him.

"Ok, kids, save it for the bedroom," Jeremy Renner said, a moment later. "We've got some partying to do."

Chris took Ellie's hand as their group left their section and kept her close to him as they made their way out of the stadium via the entrance they'd used earlier. Instead of waiting for a car at the stadium, they chose to walk to a bar near their hotel. It was a bit of a walk, but they were all pumped up from the comeback win.

Ellie wasn't sure how it had happened, but they managed to get into the bar, get drinks and find a table in a backroom without people realizing Chris Evans and Jeremy Renner were in the bar. Their peace and anonymity lasted all of twenty minutes, before someone spotted Chris's stupid NASA hat. Word spread quickly throughout the bar and they eventually had to leave via the kitchen with help from the bar's staff.

Though the hotel was only a couple blocks away, they took advantage of two cabs that were dropping people off at the bar and got a ride back to the hotel. They were dropped off at the side entrance they'd left from earlier that day and used their hotel cards to get in the secure door.

"Shall we go to the bar?" Jeremy asked as they waited for an elevator. "They have those private rooms."

"Actually, I think I'm done for the night," Ellie said. "But you guys should go, I'll be fine by myself."

"Like he's going to hang out with us when you're all by yourself in a hotel room," one of the others stated before Chris could answer.

"Fuck you," Chris shook his head. "But you're right. I've spent too much time with you assholes this week and not enough time with my girl."

They were all laughing when the elevator opened. They climbed in and Chris hit two buttons, one for the hotel's rooftop bar and one for the floor where their suite was.

"Be gentle with him, he's emotional tonight," Jeremy told Ellie with a grin as he gave her a hug. Then he turned to Chris and slapped him on the back. "Congrats, Champ."

Chris's other friends and Scott said their goodbyes to Chris and Ellie as they got off at their floor. He held her hand as they made their way to their room and then held the door for her after unlocking the door.

The second the door closed behind them, Chris picked Ellie up bridal style and carried her into the bathroom off of their room. They'd both been showered in beer and other drinks during the excitement of the fourth quarter and there was no way they were going to bed smiling like a bar.

After setting Ellie on her feet, Chris moved over to the shower and turned it on. When he turned around, Ellie was in the process of undressing. He watched as she pulled the Brady shirt over her head and dropped it onto the floor.

A few second later, she was standing naked in front of him with her hands resting on her hips. "Are you just going to stand there and stare?" she asked him. "Or are you going to do your job, Evans?"

"Quoting Coach?" Chris laughed. "I'll make a Patriots fan of you yet!"

Ellie rolled her eyes and made her way to the shower. She stepped under the spray and closed her eyes as the water cascaded over her. Chris joined her, a moment later, wrapping his body around hers.

Unwinding himself from her, Chris grabbed the travel size bottle of Ellie's shampoo and squirted some into his hands. He forced her out from the water's spray and then began to work the shampoo into her mid-back length hair, doing it the way she'd shown him in the past.

Once her hair was lathered, he moved out of the way so she could rinse the shampoo out. While she did that, he quickly washed his own hair then traded places with her under the water.

Ellie squired conditioner into her hand and then used her fingers to work it into her hair. She was working on the edges of her hair when she felt Chris's soapy hands on her back. She rolled her head forward as his hands worked the muscles in her back as he washed her. She couldn't hold back a moan as his hands moved to her front and caressed her breasts.

He pressed his front to her back as his hands coated her torso and arms with soap suds. His arousal was growing with each stroke and he knew she could feel it pressing into her lower back.

Turning in his arms, Ellie took the bar of soap from him then started to clean his chest. Her hands moved down his body, soaping up his every nook and cranny along the way, until she reached his cock. One of her soapy hands wrapped around the shaft and she began to stroke him.

"Fuck," he groaned as his eyes closed at her touch. He stumbled backwards into the wall of the shower as her hands slipped lower still and cupped his balls, getting them nice and soapy, too.

Then her hands were gone and he opened his eyes in time to see her lowering herself down. For a second he thought she was going to continue the hand job, but then he felt her soapy hands moving down one leg and then the other.

"Turn around," she instructed, after a moment.

"Fine, but anything you do to me, I'm doing to you," he told her.

"Good to know," she replied, brushing her hands cover his plump ass cheek before giving it a playful smack.

She started at his feet and made her way up his body, taking the opportunity to tease both his cock and his balls from behind. After what seemed like forever, she reached his shoulder and pressed her bare breasts against his back. She slipped her hands around to his front and wrapped her hand around his cock, pumping him in her fist a couple times before letting him go.

He spun her around so she was facing the wall, a second later, and returned the slow torture that had been her washing him. He focused on her backside first, before turning her around and taking care of her front.

Once she was properly soaped up, he pulled them both back under the now luke-warm water and they rinsed the soap from their bodies. It took her a few extra minutes to rinse the conditioner from her hair, but the second she was done, he turned off the water.

"For someone with a habitual drying off routine, you sure are rushing," Ellie teased as he handed her a fluffy white towel. "Especially since I'm going to need a few minutes to get ready. I have another surprise for you."

"I can't handle any more surprises from you," he shook his head. "I've practically had a semi since you revealed you were wearing a Brady t-shirt."

"And if it had been a Brady jersey?" she asked then added, "With nothing under it?"

"We would have spent the afternoon in bed," Chris replied. "But you're naked now and I'm not letting you get dressed until we have to check out tomorrow. Brady jersey or not."

"I like the sound of that," she smiled. Unwrapping the towel from around herself, she let it fall to the floor and said, "Take me to bed."

"With pleasure," Chris replied. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom where he dropped her onto the bed. Then he made his way over to his suitcase to grab the box of condoms he'd bought, but paused as he pulled them out of his bag. Turning to her, he asked, "How do you feel about trying for a Super Bowl baby?"

They had finally set a wedding date on New Year's Eve and the big day was quickly approaching. In an effort to start their family sooner than later, Ellie had discontinued taking her birth control pills after her last cycle and they'd started using condoms as their sole source of protection.

"I like that idea," Ellie grinned. "We're obsessed with football anyway. Might as well make a baby that will know he or she was conceived after the Patriots gave the middle finger to the commissioner."

"Fuck I love it when you say things like that," Chris muttered as he quickly made his way back to the bed. He climbed onto the bed and pushed her into the mattress as his mouth met hers passionately. If it hadn't been for the painful throb of his cock, he would have been happy just spending the rest of the night kissing her, but they had a baby to make.

Rising himself up to his knees, Chris smiled down at Ellie. Her eyes were sparkling with desire as she lay on the bed before him. Leaning forward, he buried his face into the side of her neck and began to make his way down her body, starting with kisses along her neck.

He licked his lips as his descent brought him her breasts. Before her, he'd been more of an ass guy and, while she did have a nice ass, it wasn't as fine as the large handful that was each of her breasts. He cupped them, loving the way they jiggled in his hands. He heard her moan as he played with her already hard nipples. Needing a taste, he swirled his tongue around one of her nipples.

Ellie arched her back as his mouth closed around her nipple and she bit into her lower lip as he began to suck. His large hand kneaded her breast as paid attention to said breast with his mouth. She let out a curse as his mouth latched onto the skin on the side of her breast and sucked, no doubt leaving a mark.

Letting go of her skin, Chris licked the red spot before looking up and catching her eyes. He flashed her a smile before he showered the same attention on her other breast and nipple. Then he continued down her body, appreciating her gentle curves with his hands and mouth. He loved every inch of her body, but loved what was inside her heart and her mind the most. She made him feel things he'd never felt in the past.

Growing impatient as he stalled at her midsection, Ellie slid her fingers through his wet hair and pushed down, hoping he'd get the hint.

"Trying to tell me something?" he chuckled.

"Just reminding you that you have a job to do," she replied.

"A fan-fucking-tastic job," he smirked as he leaned back and used his hands to guide her knees apart. He licked his lips as he set his eyes upon her most intimate parts. Knowing she'd had enough of his teasing, he went right to work, eliciting a happy sigh from her the moment his fingers came into contact with her pussy.

He treated her to random series of long, slow touches and quick, deliberate touches that soon had her rocking her hips. It wasn't long before he added his mouth to the mix, making her cry out as his tongue circled her clit before pressing against it deliberately. Eventually, it was his mouth doing a majority of the work as he lapped out her inner folds and teased the opening to her sex while he used one hand to hold her lower body as still as he could.

"Oh, Chris." Ellie moaned out as she sucked her lower lip into her mouth. Her body was on fire for him and she needed him now. "Please." She fisted the sheets with her hands. "I need you." She gasped as he teased her clit again with his tongue. "In." She could feel her orgasm nearing and knew it was only a matter of time before it hit. "Meeeeeeeeeee." Her body shook uncontrollably as she reached her climax.

She barely had time to recover from her first orgasm before Chris slid his hard cock into her. He fully seated himself within her then drew back, just as quickly. Their actions had been slow up until this point, but it was clear the need for release was at the forefront of his mind. There would be plenty of time for more slow and romantic sex later.

Ellie wrapped her legs around his waist as he guided himself in and out of her. Her hands found his strong shoulders and she held onto him, letting him control the pace that was bringing them both closer to orgasm.

The room was soon filled with the sound of their bodies meeting with every thrust and the moans and cries that escaped their mouths unconsciously.

Knowing he was just on the cusp, Chris slipped a hand between their bodies and touched her clit with his fingers. He'd seen a documentary, when and where he couldn't recall, that had suggested that a woman climaxing when trying to get pregnant could aid in the aforementioned goal.

As if programed, their bodies stiffened as one and their cries echoed through the room as they came together. His movements slowed as he guided them through the seconds then minutes that immediately followed their orgasms.

Slipping out of her, he threw himself onto the bed right next to her and stared up at the ceiling as his chest rose and fell in a slowly declining fashion. Glancing over at her, he smiled when he saw she was studying him.

"Best day of your life?" she asked him.

"For now," he replied. "There is day a week or so from now that will make this one seem like just another day." He took her hand and brought it up his mouth then kissed her palm. "You're all I need or want, Ellie. And I can't wait to promise myself to you for the rest of our lives."

Tears prickled in her eyes as she rolled over and nestled herself against him. In less than two weeks, she would become Mrs. Christopher Robert Evans, and, two weeks after that, the world would find out.

Episode 13

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buckyscrystalqueen · 7 years ago

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Half Blood, Whole Heart: Part 32

Pairings: Jax x Reader, sister Winchester!reader- SOA/SPN Crossover

Warnings: Swearing, angst, Dean being a demon dick, smut, hate sex, angry sex, mention of cheating out of anger (that doesn’t happen), almost getting caught in a compromising position by your kid……

Word Count: 1,845

A/N: So I decided to repost my novel- the story that someone stole from my old blog and put up on Wattpad. PLEASE don’t be an asshole and steal my stories. It CRUSHED me when it happened and almost ran me off Tumblr.

Half Blood, Whole Heart Masterlist Aesthetic by @ravenangel33

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~~~~~~ NOVEMBER 13TH 2011 ~~~~~~~~

The five month between your oldest son’s birthday and your youngest’s first went by slowly and entirely too quickly at the same time. You and Jax forced yourselves to live life as normally as possible for your sons. The two of you and Bobby agreed not to tell Opie and Lyla; she didn’t need the stress and you didn’t want Opie to have to lie to her. You tried not to think about it; tried not to worry about the unknown but you still found yourself crying yourself to sleep in Jax’s arms every night. The unknown finally made itself known the day before John’s first birthday.

“Hey have you seen this solar eclipse thing we have going on?” Lyla asked as you sat in your rocking chair on your front porch smoking a cigarette.

“Yep. Out front looking at it now.” You told your friend over the phone with tears slowly falling down your cheeks. You knew it wasn’t a solar eclipse. This was the end.

“It’s crazy. According to the news, NASA doesn’t even know what’s going on. The moon isn’t causing it.”

“I’m sure it’s no big deal.” You lied as you tried to wipe your tears away. “Probably just some fluke thing.”

“Yea, probably. Hey, let me call you back, I have a baby on my bladder.” You let out a forced laugh and hung up the phone. Jax walked out to join you after putting your sons down for a nap. He sat down in his rocker and you immediately got up and moved to his lap wordlessly.

“What’s gunna happen?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you as close as physically possible. You shook your head before resting it on his shoulder.

“I don’t know. I think it just… ends.” He gently rocked the two of you back and forth as you watched the sun diminish quickly from the bright glowing orange light it had been all morning.

“Should we wake the boys?” Jax whispered as dusk began to settle in despite it being the middle of the morning. You shook your head.

“Let them sleep. They don’t need to see this.” You said as you buried your tear stained face in your husband’s neck.

“I’m not done loving you yet.” He choked as his tears fell on your face. He pulled you impossibly closer as sobs wracked your bodies.

“I will never be done.” As night enveloped you, you forced your head up and cupped your husbands cheeks. “I love you, Jax.” You whispered; wanting those to be the last words he heard.

“I love you, too, (Y/N).” He replied as he tangled his hands in your hair and crushed his lips to yours. Your tears mixed together on your skin as you said good bye to the love of your life; wishing you could have just one more day with your family. Wishing that this wasn’t really happening. Wishing that it wasn’t suddenly so damn hot in the winter… You brow furrowed and you pulled away and opened your eyes as your phone rang on the table. Your eyes flew open wider to see the morning light.

“What the hell…?” You asked as you looked around while your phone stopped ringing.

“Are we dead?” Jax asked as you phone started ringing again. You reached back and grabbed it off the table. You shook your head when you saw the name on the caller ID. You put it on speaker as you stood up and looked at the sun curiously.

“Sam? What the hell…?”

“Dean stopped her.” You whipped around to look at Jax as a choked laugh escaped your lips.

“It’s over?” You asked as he jumped up from his chair and wrapped you in a hug.

“Fuck, I love you.” He said as he crashed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss.

“Yea… sorry to interrupt guys but… De…” His words were choked off and he cleared his throat. “Dean didn’t make it out of this one and he’s… it’s the real deal this time.” You pulled back and looked at the phone in your hand as you gripped Jax’s arm for balance.

“W-what?” You stammered. “He had to have… there’s no way…”

“I’m heading to you. I’m in Louisville so I’ll be there tonight. (Y/N), I… I need you.” You nodded as tears welled in your eyes once more.

“Yea… Sammy, I’m here. We’re here for you.” Sam tried to say something but changed his mind; hanging up the phone with a sob. You looked at Jax as regret and guilt crashed down on you and your lip began to quiver.

“The last thing I said to him…” Was all you could get out before you burst into tears.

“Fuck. Baby, shhh. It’s OK.” Jax soothed as he wrapped you in his arms. “I’m so sorry, baby. He knows you love him.”

“Dean…”

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“Mommy m’eese!” Thomas cried out over the small TV you had in your kitchen while you made lunch for your sons. You forced yourself to focus on being a mother and a functioning member of society and not the fact that you had to find a way to tell your son that Uncle Dean was living in heaven with the winged dicks that you partially blamed for his death. Then again, you blamed everyone except your brothers.

“Thomas Eric, I need you to stop yelling. I promise you, you will get your mac and cheese if you just wait a minute.”

“… Filip Telford escaped from Folsom Prison in California today after this morning’s solar eclipse knocked out the power in the prison. He is considered armed and dangerous…” You whipped away from the stove and looked at Chib’s mug shot on TV as your phone started ringing. You ran to the kitchen window as your son continued to whine about lunch and threw it open.

“Jax! Get in here; you need to see this!” You heard the rocker he was sitting in scrape across the floor as you grabbed your cell phone.

“Did you see it?” Lyla practically shouted as you rewound the news story for Jax.

“Yea. Showing Jax now. I gotta get ahold of Crowley to find him before they do. Let me call you back.”

“We’re coming over.” You heard Opie say in the back ground. You didn’t even get a chance to respond before she hung up. You pushed pause on the TV as Jax ran into the kitchen looking confused and a little panicked.

“Look.” You said as you pointed to Chibs’ mugshot and hit play; turning up the volume to counter Thomas’ now almost screaming to get your attention and John’s cries at the noise. Behind your back, Jax grabbed a package of Oreo’s from the cabinet and gave one to each son, effectively silencing them as you single handedly finished lunch while calling Crowley.

“Well hello kitten. Haven't heard from you in a while.”

“Still having a little bit of trouble erasing mental images from my mind, sorry. Hey, I need a demon power favor.” Crowley chuckled as you grabbed a pre-made, crust free peanut butter and jelly sandwich from the fridge and put it on Thomas’ plate.

“And what would that be, dove?” You smirked, knowing he would not like your request as you put the phone on speaker and leaned back against the counter.

“First, I want you to know you are on speaker, in my kitchen and the boys are in here for lunch. Second… Chibs managed to escape from Folsom this morning. I need you…

“Over my dead body am I saving that wretched, cock sucking, dick for brains wanker!”

“Hey! Kids!” Jax shouted as he muted the TV.

“And technically, you are already dead so I guess that works too. Consider it payment for your summer of love?”

“You are a… horrible individual, (Y/N).” Crowley said as he hung up the phone. You laughed as you put the phone down on the counter down and looked at your now chocolate covered sons to see why they were so quiet.

“Really, Jackson? Oreos?” You husband looked at his sons with a look of almost pride and shrugged.

“They were hungry. Couldn’t let them starve.” You rolled your eyes as you spooned mac and cheese onto the plate with the sandwich.

“You can handle pre-nap bath time for that one then.” You said as you handed him Thomas’ plate at the same time that your entry way turned into a European screaming match.

“Take yer filthy English ‘ands of me, ye weasel-headed bastard!”

“Oi! I’m here as a fucking favor and I’m fucking Scottish, you twat!”

“Like fuckin’ ‘ell…” You went running out of your kitchen with an uncontrollable smile on your face.

“Whoa! Easy killer!” You said as you and Jax rounded the corner at the same time Opie and Lyla ran through your front door. Chibs, who was still dressed in a prison uniform, brandishing a hand made shiv looked around at the four of you in utter shock as Thomas shrieked at the sound of his uncle’s voice.

“REE!” He screamed as he came running out of the kitchen, covered in chocolate and Kraft cheese sauce.

“Who is this handsome… yet extremely dirty fella, hmm? Can’t be my little Thomas?” Crowley said as he picked up his nephew he hadn’t seen in a year.

“Ye’s all are dead!” Chibs finally said as he looked around the room.

“Not quite. We are as dead as you will be by the end of the day, however.” Jax said as you and he looked over at Crowley. The King, feeling the eyes on him as he tried to wipe chunks of cookie out of his nephew’s hair, looked over at you with his eye brows raised.

“Was that a question…” he started. You arched your eyebrow with a small smile and Crowley groaned and rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes, alright. I’ll kill the bloody cunt.”

“Language!” You snapped as Crowley walked into the kitchen with Thomas to finish lunch.

“Bloody hell! When did this one shoot up?!” Crowley called out.

“This one?” Chibs asked as you stepped back into the kitchen to answer Crowley.

“Our other son. Turns one tomorrow, actually. John Filip.” Jax said. You looked back at your friend as his eyes filled with tears and you nodded.

“You were there for me when we needed you. I had to honor that memory some how.” You said softly as you gestured him into the kitchen. Chibs nodded slightly as he followed you; stopping to give Jax a fast hug.

“Oh, love. It’s mini-ye.” Chibs said as he stopped next to you and looked across the kitchen at your youngest.

“Oh no. He may look like me but that little boy is Jax’s mini. Tommy is mine.” You said as you watched Crowley airplane mac and cheese into John’s mouth. With a small smile you pat your friends shoulder. “Come on… let’s go talk.”

Part 33

#Jax x Reader #Half Blood Whole Heart #soa/spn crossover

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