fillers or aus i would love to play running list; if you're interested in any of this, throw up a starter and i am there
steve + peggy
Peggy and Steve's reunion when he returns to the past.
That dance scene. /sobs
Anything about their life afterward.
steve + tony
Conversations about Peggy or Howard, or anything else they'd talk about during their 2-man mission to the past
First time Steve and Tony interact after Tony calls Steve out on how failing together sucks.
Did Steve and Tony ever talk during those 5 years? If so, what did that look like?
[au] Tony survives, but Steve doesn't know that when he goes back in time. So now Steve is really old and Tony is not.
[au] Tony survives and Steve comes back from returning the stones and they rebuild their relationship
steve + natasha
Awful life at Avengers compound before Ant-Man, basically lots of hurt/comfort with each other
[au] When Steve tells Natasha that maybe they should both move on, he asks her out on a date — it becomes a very sad attempt at moving on, but it's also a sad kind of solace.
steve + bucky
Honestly, they barely got any time back together. Steve and Buck MUST have talked before Steve just decided to go back in the past. Possible convo where he admits he's not coming back, and asking Bucky if he wants to return back to their time with him?
steve + anyone
So ... you can so Mjolnir now?
Conversations with various characters when he returns the stones to their rightful place in the past
Someone insisting on going back in time with Steve, and they return all the stones together and this person convinces Steve to come back (or, is convinced that he really doesn't want to)
shuri + anyone
Rebuilding the world from Wakanda
Meeting the other avengers
One-uping our science bros during reconstruction :D
tony stark (AI) + morgan/anyone
I imagine this will be mostly sass.
And with everyone who is not Morgan, this will basically be him joking about how he's going to live forever.
[ He can definitely feel how close Steve is to him, but when Tony gasps, he still finds himself pressing his hold on him so that he can bring him closer still. Feeling Steve this close, though, plus with the sensation he’s igniting with that kiss on his neck, Tony’s pelvis seems to have a mind of its own as it thrusts closer to Steve. He hasn’t realized it, but his hand has moved away from his abdomen and has instead grabbed onto his shirt, as if by doing so he can also pull him in closer.
And then he feels Steve’s tongue on his skin, and he can’t help another gasp under his breath. He’s enjoying this far too much, completely immersed in the moment, that when Steve asks him if it’s okay to leave a mark he’s quick to answer with a firm nod. Not that the answer would have been anything different otherwise, but at least he could have tried to play it coy. Right now, he looks far too pleased by the fact that Steve has marked him. If anything, as he nods, it looks almost desperate because he wants more. ]
[ Steve blushes again, but this time, there's also satisfaction mixed into the curve of his lips. That statement is all the permission he needs.
He leans down again, lips marking the exact same spot again, going a little harder this time and a little longer, his tongue moving back and forth over that delicate part of Tony's skin until the purple coloring darkens a circle. But then Steve searches, kissing Tony's neck more lightly, to find another sensitive spot, maybe closer to the base of his neck, near his collarbone.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Steve knows that dark purple bruises on Tony's neck are probably going to be the cause of some questions from Helen tomorrow, but he doesn't think Tony would mind. ]
[ Tony loves this probably entirely too much, but he can’t help it. It feels amazing, and he just loves the fact that Steve lingers longer. That he kisses him harder, and he whispers a ragged ‘yes, please, keep doing it’ as if to encourage him to continue. He has never cared about whether or not his escapades leave marks on him, but it’s different when it’s more than that. It means so much more that it’s Steve the one leaving the marks. That it’s someone he cares about so damn deeply, because it’s like some way to keep him with him even when they’re not together.
It’s as if to announce to the world that he’s Steve’s, without necessarily saying a word. ]
feel free to go vague and let time pass, I'm starting to set that up
[ This time, their second time, Steve has a little more knowledge to work with. Tony taught him a lot last night, and now, with a soft bed beneath them, Steve lingers on things, takes his time.
The heat is still there, but Steve's less desperate, maybe because he knows that this isn't going to be the only time — that Tony wants to be his, and that he'll be back and here, and with Tony, night after night.
Still, it doesn't mean Steve takes it easy. Undressing each other is pretty quick work, and if it wasn't for the fact that Tony was still wearing Steve's shirt, he would've ripped it again. His goal, really, is simply to make Tony make as many sounds as possible, as Steve's lips make their way down Tony's body, over his skin, until he parts Tony's legs himself, and slides his body off the edge of the bed to kneel in front of it. ]
[ While in a lot of ways Tony likes to have control of things, for the most part, when it comes to this - especially with Steve, it feels like - he finds himself thrilled whenever takes control of the situation. He has always been attracted to the times whenever Steve would be assertive, even when it would drive him insane because it would clash with his own style, but here, now...
He loves that new sense of confidence that Steve seems to have after last night. Tony gladly lets him take the lead. It lets him get lost in the moment even more than last night, and of course that helps for Steve to find more weak spots that Tony has throughout his body. Like that particular spot on his neck, the one on his left collarbone. Even on the right side of his abdomen, there's a spot that when Steve's lips touch him, it makes him moan in pleasure as he writhes slightly. Who would have thought the stones had done something good for a change, considering it somehow feels more sensitive. But, in this case, not in a bad way at all. Tony's body is an array of marks and scars, but with the way that Steve kisses him and has been making him feel, even he's less hesitant to let Steve explore him as he wishes.
Not that he had been exactly shy yesterday, but at least today there's no stray thought that makes him second guess himself.
The pleasure heightens, of course, when he feels Steve inside of him. The sounds Steve is drawing out of him are impossible to hide, and he does what he can to bring him closer. As close as he can. Harder, he breathes, c'mon, make me yours. It comes out like a mantra, as if to encourage Steve to continue, to go as hard as he's willing to go.
By the time they finish, and they're a tangled, breathless mess between the sheets, Tony feels almost boneless as he keeps himself pressed against him. It's one of the best sensations in the world, he realizes as he shifts his head to kiss his collarbone, and he closes his eyes with an overly content look on his face. ]
[ Every sensitive spot he finds has Steve practically beaming with pleasure as he watches the way Tony reacts. Bodies, he's decided, are incredible. They could take everything away from you, but they could also give you almost everything. There's so much history to what both of them have been through, but unless Steve, whose body will forever remain an empty canvas, Tony's is a masterpiece filled with the etchings of life and struggle and sacrifice, and now, as Steve is determined to make it: of love.
One might argue that getting hickeys all over your body might not exactly symbolize love, but ... for them, and for what Tony seems to like, it's pretty close.
As someone who's normally in charge at the compound, Steve is discovering that depending on who and how he feels, whether or not he wants to be in charge here depends. In many ways, he thinks he'd enjoy it, embarrassingly so, if Tony ever walked in and decided exactly what they'd be doing. It'd be a change of pace, that's for sure, from the office. But right now, as they're still getting to know each other's bodies and after everything Tony showed him yesterday, Steve does want to take charge. He doesn't want Tony to feel like he has to work when they're together, that he has to teach him everything first.
He wants Tony to just lay down, relax, and enjoy it.
This time, Steve learns how to readjust his barometer too, for what gentle and rough should mean with Tony. Harder he keeps hearing. Make me yours. And every time he does push or suck or press harder, the moans and agonizing writhes he gets from Tony are too beautiful to miss. So Steve follows the instructions. He pushes into Tony harder, his left hand's grip on Tony's hips presses deeper, and his right hand strokes Tony that much faster.
Steve takes for granted too, how on both nights, it's been so natural, so easy for the two of them to always finish together, when things like that are much harder in the real world. But he doesn't know that, and no one's telling him otherwise. He loves feeling the way Tony's body shudders around him and both of them seem to lose their breath at the same time, moaning and gasping until they come completely unwound and fall utterly exhausted down into the sheets.
He loves it too, when Tony curls up against him and Steve shifts to make sure his arms are completely around his boyfriend's — is that right? is this real? — so he can cuddle him closer. Steve's eyes are sleepy, too, spent after what they've just shared together, and he kisses Tony's temple gently, before he says a silent I love you in his own head. ]
[ Tony is convinced this is the best feeling in the world. To be this wonderfully spent, laying next to the person he's falling head over heels for. Once upon a time that thought would have scared him, but right now he knows better than to ignore it. There's just no way he would be able to, though; just with the way that Steve is holding him, and how he kisses his temple, it feels like his heart is going to burst from happiness.
Although they've already moved on a million steps ahead of what a normal relationship would be by the second day together, Tony knows better than to say those three words that are at the tip of his tongue. He has already asked Steve to more or less move in together, after all. ]
I think it's my turn to make you breakfast in the morning. [ The words are said quietly, sleepy as he settles against him. Close enough that Steve will probably feel the way a smile crosses his face. ] Probably won't be as good as your pancakes...but it's only fair, yeah?
Mmmmm. [ Steve hums, with a sleepy kind of satisfaction. ] I bet your pancakes will be great. [ Steve realizes on his next breath that Tony hadn't said he was going to make pancakes, specifically. ] Or any kinda breakfast you make. I bet I'll love it. [ Because I love you.
But even now, with his eyes a droopy, there's still a pretty grin on Steve's face as he shifts a little to cuddle Tony closer, to wrap them both up like a cocoon in the sheets. ]
[ He chuckles softly under his breath. ] Sure, if you don’t mind frozen pancakes. But, I’ll make you something. Not just coffee, either.
[ Tony closes his eyes, the smile on his face settled permanently settled on his lips. I love you, he can’t help but think, drifting off peacefully against him. ]
[ In the years after the snap, sleep has come to Steve much more easily than it had before. But with the warmth of Tony's body pressed against him, that sleep comes easier still. No matter how Steve has looked on the outside, on the inside, he wants nothing more than to protect people, and now, with his arms wrapped rather protectively around Tony, he drifts right after him to sleep.
When morning comes, for Steve, it comes slowly — as if it takes him a while to shift back into normal gear. The first few looks he gets of the room through sleepy eyes are fuzzy, but Steve rubs them a little and that shift is enough to shift Tony a little. One look down at him though and Steve just lets his head fall back down on the pillow, a small, satisfied grin on his face.
The whole weekend comes rushing back to him after that. ]
[ Although for years Tony had trouble sleeping, things improved ever since Thanos was finally defeated. It hadn’t been just from the painkillers and muscle relaxants, although even he’d be the first to admit that they had definitely helped in easing things for him. It had been the peace of mind that no medicine could bring him. Sometimes he’d find himself awake at random moments of the night, but it had nothing to do with awful nightmares or a heavy sense of guilt that made it impossible to breathe. It’d usually be agonizing phantom pains along his right arm, or just good old insomnia, but overall he didn’t even mind it.
Tonight there’s none of that, though. He’s far too comfortable in Steve’s arms to even move, and when he does it’s only to readjust enough to fall back asleep within moments. His body aches, and he’s tired, but it’s in the best way possible and resting against Steve feels like the best thing in the world.
By the time Steve moves, Tony’s already lingering between sleep and consciousness, so the shift makes him open his eyes slightly. The windows in the room room are well protected by all the tall trees around the property, letting the sunlight filter through but muting it enough to let them wake up at their own pace. Between that, and the warmth that Steve’s body is emitting, Tony just smiles drowsily as he nuzzles closer against him. How bad would it be, he wonders, if he delays his rehab one more day? ]
[ Is this really only day three? Steve thinks to himself, feeling like that's completely impossible. He kisses Tony's forehead then — he can't help it, with Tony so close and so intimately curled on top of him. ]
Morning. [ He says, slowly and like they had all the time in the world to enjoy this. In a way, it really feels like they have an eternity, given how short he'd expected his own life to be years ago.
He nuzzles closer to Tony too, wondering in turn, how easy it would be to fall back asleep again if they wanted to. ]
[ The words are more or less slurred, sleepy but the smile that’s on his lips is more or less audible anyway. He shifts his head just enough to press a kiss against his shoulder before settling back down. ]
You know...I think we should just stay here forever.
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And then he feels Steve’s tongue on his skin, and he can’t help another gasp under his breath. He’s enjoying this far too much, completely immersed in the moment, that when Steve asks him if it’s okay to leave a mark he’s quick to answer with a firm nod. Not that the answer would have been anything different otherwise, but at least he could have tried to play it coy. Right now, he looks far too pleased by the fact that Steve has marked him. If anything, as he nods, it looks almost desperate because he wants more. ]
I’m all yours, baby. Make me yours.
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He leans down again, lips marking the exact same spot again, going a little harder this time and a little longer, his tongue moving back and forth over that delicate part of Tony's skin until the purple coloring darkens a circle. But then Steve searches, kissing Tony's neck more lightly, to find another sensitive spot, maybe closer to the base of his neck, near his collarbone.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Steve knows that dark purple bruises on Tony's neck are probably going to be the cause of some questions from Helen tomorrow, but he doesn't think Tony would mind. ]
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It’s as if to announce to the world that he’s Steve’s, without necessarily saying a word. ]
feel free to go vague and let time pass, I'm starting to set that up
The heat is still there, but Steve's less desperate, maybe because he knows that this isn't going to be the only time — that Tony wants to be his, and that he'll be back and here, and with Tony, night after night.
Still, it doesn't mean Steve takes it easy. Undressing each other is pretty quick work, and if it wasn't for the fact that Tony was still wearing Steve's shirt, he would've ripped it again. His goal, really, is simply to make Tony make as many sounds as possible, as Steve's lips make their way down Tony's body, over his skin, until he parts Tony's legs himself, and slides his body off the edge of the bed to kneel in front of it. ]
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He loves that new sense of confidence that Steve seems to have after last night. Tony gladly lets him take the lead. It lets him get lost in the moment even more than last night, and of course that helps for Steve to find more weak spots that Tony has throughout his body. Like that particular spot on his neck, the one on his left collarbone. Even on the right side of his abdomen, there's a spot that when Steve's lips touch him, it makes him moan in pleasure as he writhes slightly. Who would have thought the stones had done something good for a change, considering it somehow feels more sensitive. But, in this case, not in a bad way at all. Tony's body is an array of marks and scars, but with the way that Steve kisses him and has been making him feel, even he's less hesitant to let Steve explore him as he wishes.
Not that he had been exactly shy yesterday, but at least today there's no stray thought that makes him second guess himself.
The pleasure heightens, of course, when he feels Steve inside of him. The sounds Steve is drawing out of him are impossible to hide, and he does what he can to bring him closer. As close as he can. Harder, he breathes, c'mon, make me yours. It comes out like a mantra, as if to encourage Steve to continue, to go as hard as he's willing to go.
By the time they finish, and they're a tangled, breathless mess between the sheets, Tony feels almost boneless as he keeps himself pressed against him. It's one of the best sensations in the world, he realizes as he shifts his head to kiss his collarbone, and he closes his eyes with an overly content look on his face. ]
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One might argue that getting hickeys all over your body might not exactly symbolize love, but ... for them, and for what Tony seems to like, it's pretty close.
As someone who's normally in charge at the compound, Steve is discovering that depending on who and how he feels, whether or not he wants to be in charge here depends. In many ways, he thinks he'd enjoy it, embarrassingly so, if Tony ever walked in and decided exactly what they'd be doing. It'd be a change of pace, that's for sure, from the office. But right now, as they're still getting to know each other's bodies and after everything Tony showed him yesterday, Steve does want to take charge. He doesn't want Tony to feel like he has to work when they're together, that he has to teach him everything first.
He wants Tony to just lay down, relax, and enjoy it.
This time, Steve learns how to readjust his barometer too, for what gentle and rough should mean with Tony. Harder he keeps hearing. Make me yours. And every time he does push or suck or press harder, the moans and agonizing writhes he gets from Tony are too beautiful to miss. So Steve follows the instructions. He pushes into Tony harder, his left hand's grip on Tony's hips presses deeper, and his right hand strokes Tony that much faster.
Steve takes for granted too, how on both nights, it's been so natural, so easy for the two of them to always finish together, when things like that are much harder in the real world. But he doesn't know that, and no one's telling him otherwise. He loves feeling the way Tony's body shudders around him and both of them seem to lose their breath at the same time, moaning and gasping until they come completely unwound and fall utterly exhausted down into the sheets.
He loves it too, when Tony curls up against him and Steve shifts to make sure his arms are completely around his boyfriend's — is that right? is this real? — so he can cuddle him closer. Steve's eyes are sleepy, too, spent after what they've just shared together, and he kisses Tony's temple gently, before he says a silent I love you in his own head. ]
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Although they've already moved on a million steps ahead of what a normal relationship would be by the second day together, Tony knows better than to say those three words that are at the tip of his tongue. He has already asked Steve to more or less move in together, after all. ]
I think it's my turn to make you breakfast in the morning. [ The words are said quietly, sleepy as he settles against him. Close enough that Steve will probably feel the way a smile crosses his face. ] Probably won't be as good as your pancakes...but it's only fair, yeah?
they're so soft and cute
But even now, with his eyes a droopy, there's still a pretty grin on Steve's face as he shifts a little to cuddle Tony closer, to wrap them both up like a cocoon in the sheets. ]
I can't wait. [ He says, soft as a whisper. ]
yesss they’re adorable ❤️
[ Tony closes his eyes, the smile on his face settled permanently settled on his lips. I love you, he can’t help but think, drifting off peacefully against him. ]
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When morning comes, for Steve, it comes slowly — as if it takes him a while to shift back into normal gear. The first few looks he gets of the room through sleepy eyes are fuzzy, but Steve rubs them a little and that shift is enough to shift Tony a little. One look down at him though and Steve just lets his head fall back down on the pillow, a small, satisfied grin on his face.
The whole weekend comes rushing back to him after that. ]
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Tonight there’s none of that, though. He’s far too comfortable in Steve’s arms to even move, and when he does it’s only to readjust enough to fall back asleep within moments. His body aches, and he’s tired, but it’s in the best way possible and resting against Steve feels like the best thing in the world.
By the time Steve moves, Tony’s already lingering between sleep and consciousness, so the shift makes him open his eyes slightly. The windows in the room room are well protected by all the tall trees around the property, letting the sunlight filter through but muting it enough to let them wake up at their own pace. Between that, and the warmth that Steve’s body is emitting, Tony just smiles drowsily as he nuzzles closer against him. How bad would it be, he wonders, if he delays his rehab one more day? ]
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Morning. [ He says, slowly and like they had all the time in the world to enjoy this. In a way, it really feels like they have an eternity, given how short he'd expected his own life to be years ago.
He nuzzles closer to Tony too, wondering in turn, how easy it would be to fall back asleep again if they wanted to. ]
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[ The words are more or less slurred, sleepy but the smile that’s on his lips is more or less audible anyway. He shifts his head just enough to press a kiss against his shoulder before settling back down. ]
You know...I think we should just stay here forever.