anyone know what happened to @koteddo ? he was one of my favorite cosplayers and I just found out that his tumblr is deactivated so I'm kinda bummed but also a bit confused because I don't know why. If anyone knows why and could tell me that would be cool, thanks c:
Crack, crack, crackity crack crack. So much crack.
I’m sorry if any/all of it is OOC; that’s mostly why I don’t write fanfic, because I feel like every time I try to write it, it gets awkward and OOC.
Inspired by this one post by these cosplayers (koteddo) , because the reactions were just too perfect to pass up.
Title, as you may see, taken from the original anon prompt that created the inspiring post.
Vaguely Commander Rogers/Director Stark, but since I’m still not entirely sure what Steve’s the Commander of, it’s vague at best. (Stark, I believe, is Director of SHIELD. I’ve been told that Steve was Commander of SHIELD at one point in time, but why is the title different? Unless they’re actually different roles? But if they’re not, that means they technically can’t be that at the same time, which is mostly what has me all confused about this whole matter.)
*****
Natasha arched an eyebrow at the huddled form on the couch.
“What’s got you so glum?” she asked a sulking Steve.
Steve groaned and curled up tighter, tucking his head further behind his knees. “Nothing,” he said, his voice muffled and barely comprehensible.
“Liar,” Natasha said archly, flopping down onto the couch’s armrest.
“Leave me alone,” Steve’s muffled voice whined.
“Nope,” Natasha said cheerfully, settling against the backrest. “I think I’ll wait until you tell me what’s up. You can be my plans for tonight, seeing as I have nothing else going on.”
A faint huff, then silence.
“Fine,” Steve said at last, no longer able to stand being so rude to Nat. She was only trying to help, after all. He uncurled, then leaned heavily into the backrest.
He glanced over in Nat’s direction, half-hoping that she’d have left. No such luck.
She waited another polite moment before prompting, “So what’s got you all in a tizzy?”
“It’s a stupid reason,” Steve finally said, looking away. “It sounds stupid in my head already; it’s going to sound stupider out loud.”
“It’s all right for you to feel neglected,” she told him mildly.
Steve jolted with surprise, then cringed at hearing the words spoken out loud. “Am I that obvious?” he asked.
“It hasn’t escaped my notice that Stark’s been more absent than usual at group meetings,” she told him dryly. “Also, between his company and SHIELD, he probably hasn’t had much time to spend with you, not like he used to. It wasn’t hard to put together.” I’m not an idiot, her tone said. SHIELD superspy here. Give me some credit.
Fine. “You’re right,” he finally admitted. “I’m used to spending more time with him, and he’s been so busy lately…” He trailed off.
“So just go and demand his attention. He’d like that; you know how much of an attention-whore he can be,” she shrugged.
Steve thought on this. Demand his attention? But, how… An idea took root and blossomed.
“Of course! Demand his attention!” he exclaimed, slamming his fist into the palm of his other hand. He jumped up, mind already churning out the possibilities. “Nat, you’re a genius!” he called as he raced from the room.
He pretended he didn’t hear her mutter affectionately, “these goddamn idiots.”
***
“Tony.”
Tony glanced back, attention still mostly on his phone. Goddamn idiots in Intel had managed to lose track of a military-grade satellite and were in a panic trying to track it down.
“Tony,” came again, more insistently. Tony finally looked up and around long enough to register that the speaker was Steve.
“Not now, Steve,” he said absently, turning back as he continued tapping away on his phone. Honestly. He couldn’t leave these idiots alone for two seconds without them imploding. How the lasted as long as they had without a babysitter was beyond him.
He finished typing his instructions to JARVIS and settled back to watch the progress of the tracking algorithm he’d just written. Everything should be fine…
A quick tap on his shoulder drew his attention. He turned his head sharply. What the–?
He looked around just in time to see Steve’s retracting head.
“What…did you just…” he spluttered as his mind tried to wrap itself around the only possible explanation.
“Oookay. Random. Not that I don’t appreciate the sentiment,” Tony babbled, trying to force his mind back to matters on hand. Work. Right. He still had a lot of work to do. But Steve… “Work,” he finally got out. Out loud, that is. “There’s, uh, a lot of it. That I should be doing. Like right now. Like I was right now. Like I just was. Work. That still needs to be– WHOA, THERE. What is going on…” Tony trailed off as Steve started unzipping his uniform jacket and pulled back his collar to plant a kiss on his neck. Dear lord, there go all thoughts of work.
His breath caught in his throat as a shiver of delight traveled up his body. His mind stuttered, still unable to fully wrap itself around Steve’s closeness. He could feel the Steve’s body heat at his back, reaching his skin through both their uniforms.
Steve unzipped Tony’s uniform more and pulled the collar back to bare his shoulder. This was quickly getting out of hand, Tony realized dizzily. Gotta nip this in the bud, but not too thoroughly; perhaps they could explore this more, when he wasn’t so goddamn swamped with work…
“Steve,” Tony managed, sounding pained. “I really do have to work right no–” was as far as he got before he saw Steve starting to lean in again. Against his volition, he started leaning back into the kiss, only for Steve’s head to change course at the last minute and the kiss to land on his bared shoulder.
“You goddamn tease,” Tony breathed, turning fully to face said tease.
“My apologies, Director Stark,” Steve finally said with a completely straight face, damn him. “I didn’t realize you were busy. I’ll find you later; it’s not urgent.”
Steve darted in and planted another kiss on his shoulder, then started turning to leave.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Tony snapped, grabbing at Steve’s collar when he half-turned away. “You started this. You damn well sure are going to finish it.” He shifted his grip to Steve’s jaw and hauled him in. The tease already distracted him from work. He was goddamn well going to give him an actual kiss.
***
“That was really weird, you know. You never said anything. I thought you’d gotten replaced by a Skrull or mind-controlled or something.”
“And yet, you didn’t bother say anything about my apparently uncharacteristic silence.”
He shrugged. “What can I say? You were convincing.”
*****
A/N:
I started trying to write out a kiss scene, stopped, stared at it, changed my mind on the segue between kisses, and rewrote it, and in the end, still had no idea how to write out a kiss scene without it devolving into me awkwardly hand-waving or making it hokey like, “They fucking kissed. God. What more could you want from me?” *handwaves* go look at the gifs. They’re gr9 and illustrate the point.
It's like one of those bad fanfictions. The way he walks into the room and it looks like the world revolves around him, how his smile brings forth this feeling of both queasiness and happiness.
Kota notices the brown eyes staring at him and smiles, "It's pretty hot in California, isn't it?"
"YOU'RE HOT" Maya does a backflips into a nearby trash can.
Send a tumblr user you ship me with and get a bad short fanfic.
