#meme: steve

[blossommarvelmuses]

“i’m… i’m trying. i really am.”

Steve can’t sleep, not that it’s big news that he can’t sleep but he just can’t. He’s slept for too long. His room is too big and too quiet. Even his goddamn bed is too soft. Lately, he’s been put through the paces in training and that helps him pass out from exhaustion but even at times, that’s not enough. Though training isn’t all that bad, far from it. He’s got a partner who’s got a few powers of her own. They’re a hell of a whole lot different from anything he’s ever seen but it seems that’s just par with the course in the future. Daisy is a damn good partner, tough and quick -- funny too. She’s got a lot of attitude and Steve finds that pretty amusing. It makes all this academy stuff a lot more interesting when she’s there beside him. It also helps that on their downtime she’s helping a lot with all this new future stuff.  Daisy is handy with a computer and Steve’s a quick learner. They’re really just trading the tools of their trade. Steve helping out with teaching her combat and she helps him with well --- everything that is a step above a radio.  Steve pushes up out of bed. The clock reads somewhere close to 2 am. He should really try to get a little more sleep but Steve doesn’t think he can. His fingers are already itching and his blood starting to pump with the idea of heading down to the gym for a few rounds at the punching bag. Stark has been working on prototypes to try and make on that Steve can’t break. If anything he’s being useful at this odd hour and helping Stark out with this challenge he’s presented. Steve decides to slip on a shirt as he packs up a few things for the gym if he was to see anyone he’d like to be a little decent. With his shoes tied on and sweats tugged on he heads out of his room and heads towards the gym. Steve thinks Fury had something to do with his room placement being so close to the gym, but he’s not complaining. It’s a short walk to the fully equipped gym and Steve is thankful for it. More often than not these late-night workouts are because he’s got too much on his mind that he doesn’t want to think about. So a short walk doesn’t let him do that.  However, as Steve shoulders his way into the gym it seems he’s not the only one here for a late-night workout. He recognizes Daisy the moment his eyes land on her. Steve smiles a bit to himself as he tosses his gym bag down. “Can’t sleep either?” He asks her, but as Daisy continues her set and doesn’t acknowledge him, he frowns. It’s only a few moment’s later that it dawns on him. “Earbuds.” He mumbles to himself. Is he a little stupid to take this as a teaching moment when he knows her powers are still a bit out of control? Yes, he is but that doesn’t mean all that much to him. There isn’t a need to be quiet when she’s got earbuds in but he is careful not to cast a looming shadow over her that would let her know it was him. Instead, he crouches down a bit as he approaches her, hand coming to rest on her shoulder. It’s a quick reaction from there. Steve dodges out of the way of a swing as it comes his way, laughing a bit when Daisy all but rips her earbuds out of her ears. He gives an innocent shrug as the woman scolds him. “How else was I supposed to get your attention? Someone has to keep your senses sharp, and maybe it’s the 40′s talking but I’d leave one earbud out.” Daisy isn’t the only agent who listens to music while she works out. In fact many do. It rubs Steve the wrong way most of the time. They’re losing one of their most vital senses and unless they’re like Barton and don’t have the choice he thinks they should be listening to their surroundings at all times. But he digresses, Steve won’t bother her with his soapbox tonight. “Can’t sleep?” He asks again, knowing this time she’s heard it. He doesn’t get much more than a shrug in response and it’s a bit suspicious. Daisy liked to talk, not that Steve ever minded, but the quietness isn’t something he’s used to. For a while, he’s okay with the quiet, gives it up to the late hour but the longer it stretches the more Steve grows antsy. He waits until he breaks the first bag to actually break the silence. He watches the beans spill out on the floor before sighing a bit. “I don’t think Stark’s gonna like that I broke this one faster than the last one.” That earns him a bit of a laugh but nothing more. “Alright -- enough of the bags let’s have a little one on one.” He motions for her to follow and thankfully Daisy doesn’t seem to hesitate.  The sparring is quick-fire. Both of them already awake and full of adrenaline from a previous warm-up. He’s careful with her as he always is, despite having powers that doesn’t mean she’s not prone to being hurt by actual hits by him. Their goal is to strengthen and perfect and not harm. It’s going well until Steve decides to kick it up a notch. He catches her fist easily and they both know what he wants. “You can’t hurt me. -- Try a little bit.” Expect the problem with that is she’s got no control. Her little bit is suddenly sending him flying across the room, back colliding painfully with the brick wall. The air is knocked from his lungs but nothing more than that. He pushes himself back up to his feet, brushing dust from his shoulders. “Don’t let me touch you, but don’t send me into the wall. Just stop me,” Steve tells her from across the room. Daisy looks a bit hesitant but seems to gear herself up. Steve tries to rush her and well -- she does send him flying into the wall again. Yet again, Steve rises back to his feet. There’s an ache in his back for a moment but the next moment it’s gone. “Again.” And they do this for hours it feels like until Steve can taste copper in his mouth. “I’m… I’m trying. I really am.” Daisy sounds defeated and Steve can’t have that. “Hey -- I know you are,” Steve speaks softly, a fond smile appearing on his lips. “You aren’t sending me through the wall anymore and that’s progress in my book.” He laughs a bit before reaching out to gently rest his hand on her arm in comfort. “It’s gonna take time, can’t deny that but you got the most indestructible punching bag on earth cheering for you.” He gets a bit more of a laugh from her and that makes Steve feel all the much better. With the rising sun, Daisy is the one to suggest breakfast and there’s no way in hell that Steve can refuse breakfast. Steve is confident that one day she’ll have perfect control over her powers even if that day is not today. Maybe then he could convince everyone else to let her join the Avengers team. 

[blossommarvelmuses]

“i will roll you up in this blanket if you don’t march your butt to bed right now.”

Steve hates paperwork. He swears he hates it, yet somehow he’s always the one who is stuck doing it. Well, it’s not somehow he knows why he ends up doing it. Steve is seen as the ‘leader’ of the team, though anyone who is on his team knows he is far from the leader. That is all on Natasha’s shoulders. But most of the world and a lot of shield sees him as the head of the avengers and with a super soldiered brain, his memory is pretty damn good (as long as it pertains to things before the ice). So the long hours of paperwork and debriefing often land in Steve’s lap and he really doesn’t feel like he’s got the authority to say no. Besides, if he has to pull an all-nighter to finish it, it wouldn’t affect him like his other team members. If Steve wanted he could go several days without sleep and hardly be affected. He just doesn’t want to take that chance and possibly put his team in danger if he’s missing out on his five hours.  Though the longer he types away on this keyboard, the more it seems like he might actually have to stay up for a while longer to finish this damn mission report up. Clint had passed out hours ago at this point and Steve will get a bit of revenge in the morning during work out -- run Clint through his paces claiming he got plenty of sleep he should be well-rested enough to have an intense morning work out. Many would see that as cruel and unusual punishment, Clint included no doubt but that’s just how they work. Their relationship is easy. It’s fulling of teasing and impulsiveness that nearly gets them both killed but has them laughing in the process. In fact, their whole relationship was created because of impulsiveness.  Steve was not usually the one to initiate things like this. He’d never truly been in a real relationship. Back in the 40′s, he had a few... flings with a few of the dancers after receiving the serum and even once in the 2000′s there had been a few women and men here and there but nothing stable. He didn’t see himself as the stable relationship sort of guy but Clint is the exception . He’s the exception in most things, even to shield. Steve’s always felt a bit of a connection to Clint because Clint gets it. He gets the impulsive nature, the need to put everyone before yourself, and the little self-regard. So was it really a wonder that the two became connected quickly? He hadn’t been thinking when it happened. Tony had called over comms that Clint wasn’t responding and Steve hadn’t cared if he was the closest or the furthered from him but there was no way in hell that Clint was going down in this mission. Upon racing to the last known location of the other man, his hearing aids had merely been busted and comms with them. The relief was so overwhelming that Steve had dropped his shield carelessly to the floor and pulled Clint in for a kiss. His train of thought is interrupted when a blanket is carelessly dumped over his head. Steve laughs a bit as he carefully pulls it off his head before turning around in his seat to see Clint standing there, sleep rumpled and bleary-eyed. The other male’s voice is accusatory as he asks why Steve isn’t in bed yet and he can’t do anything but smile. “I’m finishing up these field reports. -- Ya know the ones I told you I was doing and you called me a sucker for getting roped into them?” He grins a bit as Clint shakes his head as if he doesn’t remember. Steve knows he does. He sighs a bit before turning back around in his chair, facing the computer once again. “I’ll be there soon, go back to bed Clint.”  Steve expects to hear footsteps heading back to the bedroom but he doesn’t. “You’re going to be standing there for a while.” He begins typing on his computer again. There are a few minutes of silence where Steve starts to wonder if Clint has fallen asleep standing up. He doesn’t get to turn around to check before the blanket is once again dumped over his head.  “I will roll you up in this blanket if you don’t march your butt to bed right now.” Arms wrap around Steve’s shoulders as Clint speaks and Steve can’t help but laugh once again. “That’s an empty threat, Barton.” Clint seems to take offense to that and the edges of the blanket begin to wrap around his upper body. Steve’s hands scramble up to try and pull the fabric away from his face, Clint’s laughter muffled by fabric over his head. There isn’t much more Clint can do to wrap him up, he’s far too big for it actually wrap him up like it was intended but Steve’s gotten the message. Until he comes to bed he doubts he’ll get any work done. “Alright! If you take the blanket off I’ll come to bed. I’ll let you think you’ve won one.” As the other starts to peel the blanket from his body, Clint threatens to make him sleep on the couch. “You’d have to beat me to bed for that to happen.”  It’s a challenge and they both know it. Steve knows tomorrow they’ll have neighbors banging on their door for their loud footsteps that trample down the hall but at this moment he doesn’t have a damn care in the world. 

[katsxmusesa]

▨ : rubbing their back to calm them down when they’re upset

▨ : rubbing their back to calm them down when they’re upset

Once when Steve was younger, he’d overheard his mother talking about how Joseph Roger had really died in the Great War. It’s always been assumed that he was just another soldier, shot on the front lines defending his country, but it turns out it had been so much worse. He’d been infected with mustard gas, the newest version of chemical warfare both sides were using in a mad attempt. The gas affected the eyes first, causing soldiers to go blind within hours after being exposed, followed by a horrible blistering of the lungs and throat until the soldier eventually suffocated to death. Unable to move or do anything about it while the gas tore through their insides. Sarah Rogers had died in a similar manner, the tuberculosis shutting down every single one of her organs until the disease eats away at the lung lining. This is followed by the patient slowly drowning to death in their own blood, unable to do anything but wait for the bitter end.

Which logically meant that Steve, the child of Joseph and Sarah, would die in a similar manner. Before the serum, it had been assumed that one of the many aliments he found himself with would take him out, either the weak lungs or the weak heart unable to keep up with a battered body. After the serum it was more likely that he’d be shot out, taken down by a Hydra goon that nobody had seen coming and a nation would morn it’s national icon. But this? Sitting in a submerged plane in the middle of arctic waters just waiting? It was far worse.

The impact had knocked him unconscious, a head wound that left a sticky trail down the side of Steve’s face and the leftover signs of some broken ribs greeting him when he finally woke up. The main cabin hadn’t taken on water yet, whether or not that was a good thing was left to be unsaid. The air was freezing, well below zero, and if he concentrated long enough he could feel the beginnings of frostbite creeping through the gloves. A quick glance over the console showed that the plane was damaged beyond repair and there was no way of getting out of here by flying. Maybe Hydra hadn’t been that desperate and left another way out? He could only hope, forcing stiff fingers to pull off the safety harness and stumble his way around the empty cockpit.

But luck wasn’t on his side, the only escape pod emptied out because Hydra didn’t think anybody would be on this plane long enough to need it. So Steve was out of options other than breaking the glass and hoping he could swim up to the surface before the arctic waters froze him to death. At least inside the downed plane, he’d have more of a chance of survival until somebody came along. If somebody came along. Until then it was sit and wait and try not to freeze to death.

The overwhelming cold was the worst part; creeping through every tiny cut or hole it could find and burrowing it’s way into his body. The serum was trying its best to keep him warm, but it was fighting a losing battle. It was too cold, too much for anybody to survive and his body was slowly feeling the effects of it. He had half a mind to get up, get his body moving in another failed attempt to warm up; but if the past three hours (was it three hours? time was confusing when you had nothing to reference it to, it sure felt like three hours but it could have been more) had proved anything all walking around did was remind his stomach that he was hungry and didn’t have anything to eat. With a serum-enhanced metabolism, reminding his stomach of the fact probably isn’t the best move. So moving is out of the question.

It’s another hour (or is it? time is meaningless) when Steve realizes he can’t feel his feet anymore. His hands are barely holding on, his legs not far off either. It’s a miracle he’s lasted this long, but that’s all due to the serum. It’s still fighting to keep his body warm, to keep everything moving, but he’s so tired he can’t even think straight. All he wants to do is sleep but there’s a voice screaming in his head that if he does that he won’t wake up. And maybe that isn’t such a bad thing.

His parents are long gone, Bucky fell off that train, Peggy’s been given a goodbye. There’s nothing for Steve to hold on for, nothing stopping him from just........falling asleep. Just let the bitter cold do what it does best and hope that he’s been good enough to see his Ma again. His body gives one last jerk in an attempt to keep itself awake and then there’s nothing.

There’s something covering his legs, a solid mass behind him, and overwhelming warmth when Steve’s body jolts into waking. He’s thrashing against whatever is holding him down, unable to breathe properly. An overwhelming sense of panic rises in his chest, a need to get away from why he can’t move, accompanied by a harsh sounding breathing. He hasn’t sounded this way since before the serum, when asthma and a bad lung made it hard to breathe on a good day, and this is somehow worse.

There’s a warmth rubbing along his back, a comfort that seeps through all the panic. It’s a feeling of home and safety and everything good in the world. His mother had done the same thing when he was sick, Bucky following suit when he showed up in Steve’s life, and it calms him down enough to get some barrings. He’s vaguely aware that he’s in the hut in Wakanda, the thing holding his legs down are blankets, and he’s not freezing to death in the middle of the Arctic Ocean.  “Bucky?” The question is soft and a relieved sigh follows as the other male tells him he’s right there.

“Sorry I just.” Steve trails off, nodding at the offered answer of nightmare. Because Bucky’s had his fair share of them after Hydra. This hut isn’t a stranger to late night screams and whispered words of comfort. Bucky doesn’t push, because they’d both agreed to talk things through when they were comfortable doing so, doing nothing more but asking if Steve wanted to lie back down or if he was up for the night. His best friend would stay up with him if asked, but he’s so tired. The past couple of nights have been like this, one bad memory after another, but this is the first time he’s woken up Bucky. “I’ll be fine, just...go back to sleep, Buck.”

It’s a lie, and it seems like Bucky knows it, because before Steve can even think about anything else he’d suddenly pulled into the other male’s arms. The back rubbing has resumed and with his face tucked into Bucky’s neck like he used to when they were younger, Steve feels like he’s back to being 90 pounds again. “You know I spent hours just waiting for the cold to finish me off? It’s why I have such a hard time with it now.” His nose is trailing along Bucky’s neck, seeking out the warmth as Bucky uses his free hand to pull the blankets around them some more. Steve’s hand finds itself under Bucky’s shirt, the warmth of the other male’s stomach too much to resist. “You’re nice and warm though, so it’s safe.”

He’s probably mumbling nonsense at this point, too warm and comfortable to make much sense. He’s so exhausted and tired of being on the edge about being too cold, being one second away from having a full meltdown because the temperature takes a dip on the colder side. But at least here, surrounded by Bucky’s warmth and with a hand rubbing down his back, Steve can feel safe enough to get a good night’s sleep.

[blossommarvelmuses]

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Stony Edition 

where they get married

I imagine its on some pretty rooftop in Manhattan thanks 

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. )

EVENING WEDDING THANKS, maybe during the fall? 

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )

maybe something borrowed? i can’t imagine they follow many traditions 

what their wedding cake looks like

here :)

….who smashes cake into whose face

ST E V E HE’S A MENACE 

who proposed to who first

also steve 

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither )

i think that steve’s at the alter and tony is walked by rhodey thanks

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like

both are wearing black tie suits gotta go all out

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have

color scheme i bet its white and gold, both of their simpler colors combined.. the decor i feel is pretty modern but like…. fANCY MODERN, the center pieces costed like 900 dollars each 

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? )

there isn’t a bouquet oops

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )

improvised BECAUSE THAT’S THE ONLY WAY TO GO

if anyone’s late to the wedding

T O N Y S T A R K 

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other

bucky, thor, clint are in steve’s

nat, bruce, rhodey are in tony’s

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing

the boys are wearing a simple tux and i feel like nat is wearing a gold dress

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? )

EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THE AVENGERS IS MAKING A SPEECH

thor’s is sweet and so is bruce’s but nat and clint are fucking TELLING TERRIBLE ONES

rhodey has the best B E S T speech

who catches the bouquet( s )

no bouquet

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )

oh god they’re all fucking siLLY – those two can’t be serious but there are some sweet ones in there but they’re just idiots 

what sort of food they have at the reception

oh im sure so fucking 50 dollar steak and potatoes 

who cries first during the ceremony

steven r o g e r s

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )

the reception IS FUCKING WILD GOODBYE 

thor brought asgardian meed rip to everyone 

what their rings are like

both are very simple, steve can’t wear his all the time because missions so he also gets tattooed

but they both have engraved on the inside 

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. )

…………………………..stark tech

where they go for their honeymoon

anywhere warm, stevie doesn’t like the cold but HONESTLY its not like they’ll leaving the hotel room that often. so anywhere really

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )

clint and thor have a drinking contest and clint ends up passed out in the middle of the dance floor for 2 hours before anyone really notices hes there

who officiates the ceremony

happy thANKS 

what song their first dance is to

steve’s SAPPY FAVORITE 40S SONG -- Dream a little Dream of Me by Doris Day

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle

rhodey gIVES TONY AWAY THANK YOU

Bawna Edition 

where they get married

some cute little forest wedding 

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. )

SPRING, a sweet evening spring wedding

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )

they’d have ALL the TRADITIONS – they’d do the crush the glass for bucky, garter toss ;), something borrowed and something blue 

what their wedding cake looks like

here :)

….who smashes cake into whose face

bucky B U C K Y 

who proposed to who first

honestly why do i feel like its fawna 

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither )

bucky waits at the alter and fawna gets walked down by either steve for a friend of hers

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like

i feel like its a very lowkey wedding, so bucky could get away with just a button down shirt and MAYBE a tie

fawna’s dress is here

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have

i feel like their color scheme would be silver and green and white with maybe a hint of pink because fawna loves pink

i feel like the decor would be very simple, mostly flowers honestly

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? )

OOOOH this one here 

roses stand for passion and love, the tulips mean perfect love, Camellias are for affection and baby’s breath is everlasting love

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )

god fawna’s are probably poetry and bucky’s are improvised 

if anyone’s late to the wedding

tony stark because its tony stark 

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other

fawna has nat in her bridal party for SURE, and maybe a few of fawna’s friends

bucky has STEVE du h, maybe sam, thor, 

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing

again the men are wearing simple things, just maybe silver button down shirts

the girls are wearing soft pink dresses 

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? )

ST E V E ‘ S GIVING A SPEECH NO ONE CAN STOP HIM and it’s nothing by sappy and sarcastic 

who catches the bouquet( s )

nat does i’m sure much to her dismay and SHE WASN’T TRYING trying to 

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )

i think they’re very sweet, but there are done just on phones and such? i dont think they’d go all out with a hUGE real photographer it doesn’t seem like them

what sort of food they have at the reception

something SIMPLE, maybe just a small buffet? 

who cries first during the ceremony

lmao steve 

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )

i can’t imagine its TOO WILD, but there are is a nice flow of champagne and roaming hands

what their rings are like

fawna gets a pink diamond im sURE OF IT, and bucky get’s his engraved into the metal 

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. )

HEART SHAPED SPARKLERS ARE SO CUTE but also some little “love” potion

where they go for their honeymoon

somewhere warm, maYBE SOMEWHERE LIKE YELLOWSTONE DURING THE SUMMER. it would be woodsy and warm and cute fireflies and nature and not busy so it would be perfect for them both

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )

they convince bucky to do the garter pull off blind folded but totally put sam in a dress and put on fawna’s garter 

who officiates the ceremony

maybe just a priest? gotta do it the jewish way

what song their first dance is to

They Say It's Wonderful - Frank Sinatra BECAUSE ITS SOFT AND ROMANTIC THANKS

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle

i think a close friend of fawna’s gives her away

Stucky Edition

where they get married

a veterns hall in brooklyn thank you

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. )

a breezy summer afternoon OKAY 

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )

CRUSH A GLASS but that’s about it

what their wedding cake looks like

THIS ONE 

….who smashes cake into whose face

are you kidding they both try to do it its a mess

who proposed to who first

not bUCKY

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither )

i dont think there’s a big walking down the aisle thing that’s not their style

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like

i feel like its on the relaxed side so not full suit and bowtie but still dressed up in a nice blazer and hair done

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have

BLUE AND SILVER that’s it that’s the colors. and the decor is pretty minimal i think its a very lowkey wedding when it comes to all the decorations neither of them cared

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? )

nooooo bouquet 

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )

IMPROVISED BECAUSE THEY’RE SAPS 

if anyone’s late to the wedding

how many times can i say tony stark?

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other

thor, clint and tony are steve’s (shhhhhh im making them friends again shut UP)

nat, wanda and sam bucky’s

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing

blue ties on steve’s side and silver dresses and sliver tie for bucky’s

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? )

tony and sam give the LONGEST MOST SARCASTIC SPEECHES

wanda is the absolutely worst and tells  tHE most embarrassing stories 

nat also tells embarrassing stories but hers is also the fucking softest and sweetest 

who catches the bouquet( s )

nooooo bouquet

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )

THE SAPPIEST PHOTOS THEY’RE BIG SAPS NOTHING BUT KISSING AND THEM BEING S O F T

what sort of food they have at the reception

gotta have A LOT OF FOOD FOR STEVE AND BUCKY. I imagine since its early evening something light? maybe chicken and veggies they’re simple boys

who cries first during the ceremony

stEVIE

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )

asgardian meed means its gets wild, sam is on a table, clint can’t see anymore but its fun

what their rings are like

SIMPLE, just golden bands, they’re much more into wearing each other’s dog tags.. but steve gets a tattooed ring and bucky gets his engraved on his metal finger

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. )

ART WORK BY STEVE -- something simple for each mini canvas but its sweet and personal and makes everyone sob 

where they go for their honeymoon

they either just hole up in their apartment for a week and don’t go anywhere OR they go somewhere warm like ITALY IN THE SUMMER and stay in some little seaside house and eat endless pasta and dance until dawn in hole in the wall Italian dance halls 

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )

SAM DRUNK DANCES ON THE TABLE AND NO ONE CAN GET HIM DOWN and clint loses his shirt somewhere during the evening but no one knows how or where the shirt ends up

who officiates the ceremony

a priest? MAYBE BRUCE WHO KNOWS

what song their first dance is to

You go to my head Billie Holiday because its 40s and ITS S A P P Y

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle

rebecca demands to give bucky away thank you for coming to my ted talk

[blossommarvelmuses]

☁ five times my muse has thought about yours, and the one time they do something about it.

Tony Stark is the world’s most aggravating person. Ever since meeting the man on that fated day in 2012 there hasn’t been a day in Steve’s life that Tony isn’t in some part of his mind, and it’s annoying. It’s far too early in the morning for any normal person to be awake but Steve’s been asleep for far too long. So his fists hit sandbag, again and again and again -- until the bag is bursting and crashing violently against the wall of the empty gym. Stark knows every little button to press to piss Steve off and this meeting was no different. It was as if Tony was trying to undermine everything he was saying just to get a rise out of him. He guesses Tony got what he wanted, even if he doesn’t know it. Steve hooks up another punching bag, and hopes a few more hours of an intense work out will get Tony Stark out of his head. It doesn’t. 

Tony Stark is the world’s most aggravating person. He also seems to be the world’s most charismatic at that. Hill is touring a group of new recruits around the compound, they’ve stopped at the training hall for the moment. Steve stands stiffly to the side as Tony takes the reigns and talks these kids’ ears off about all the training amenities they have that they’ve built. Amenities that they’re supposed to be training against and not talking up. Steve says Tony’s name sharply, reminding him that they were doing something, and that this isn’t a press conference. Tony of course does what he does best and makes a quip about Steve being an old man, a stickler for schedules and he’ll be upset that he misses his afternoon nap. So they get back to it, and Steve tries to shake the awed faces from his mind -- but it doesn’t work. He wonders if he looks the same way when Tony tries to charm him. He does. 

Tony Stark is the world’s most aggravating person. He flirts with almost everyone he comes into contact to and Steve swears he doesn’t care. He doesn’t, he doesn’t care -- but goddamn he cares. He’s leaning against the bar of some little place Tony rented out for Rhodey’s birthday. Tony is sweet talking some little lady who is absolutely fawning over the most genius man of this century. Steve can think of nothing else but the way she placed her hand on his shoulder and Tony brushes it off. A funny sort of satisfaction sits low in his belly when he thinks about when he puts his hand on Tony’s shoulder and Tony doesn’t push it off. Steve has to remind himself that doesn’t mean anything. It does.

Tony Stark is the world’s most aggravating person. Even when he’s not around, the whole world still revolves around Tony Stark. Steve’s mind still revolves around him. Tony was whisked off to some company gala or something of that sort -- either way Tony’s in another country but all Steve can think about is him. It doesn’t help that the entire compound was created from the ground up by the man. It also doesn’t help that all of Tony’s tech is doing everything in it’s power to piss him off. Perhaps its just the annoyance of the day, or the lack of annoyance from a certain someone but with one hit, Steve busts the key pad and the door still refuses to open. Natasha opens a side door for him, she suggests that Steve calls Tony. Steve tells her it won’t help. It does. 

Tony Stark is the world’s most aggravating person. Everything that outrageous man does is etched into his brain. This time it’s all because Tony tried to upgrade his utility belt. Steve shouldn’t feel smitten over the fact that he got an upgrade, a tiny one at that. It merely just added an upgraded organizational system and here Steve sits, turning it over in his hands, Tony gave it to him days ago. Still here he sits, swooning like a 40s school girl. God, Stark is irritating -- expect it’s not Tony’s fault. It’s Steve’s, he’s letting Tony get under his skin over the simplest things. The man finally puts the belt down and leaves it on his side table. He won’t let himself think about it for the rest of the day. He does. 

Tony Stark is the world’s most aggravating person. He all-consuming. He’s loud and makes himself known in every sense of the word but Tony Stark is also soft and vulnerable. Tony Stark is a goddamn hurricane and Steve’s been letting him drown in this for far too long. Every goddamn day and night his thoughts are bombarded with what Tony could be up to or even selfishly and privately hoping Tony is thinking of him. Steve’s tired of this, this goddamn game he’s been playing with himself. He’s been denied so much in his life and Steve’s decided that these thoughts are going to turn into actions. It’s late, far too late for Steve to be doing this but he doesn’t care. The clock reads something close to two in the morning and Steve knows Tony well enough to know that he’ll still be awake. So with motorcycle keys and jacket in had he’s ducking out of his apartment. This could ruin everything between them, this confession -- this over spill of thoughts. It doesn’t.

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♙ : sharing a bed

Bones ached, blood and dirt were caked to his skin and all Steve wanted to do was take a long shower and sleep for the rest of the week. Thankfully, Steve was able to debrief Fury and Hill over the phone since this mission was abroad. He and Natasha had been sent out for a simple intelligence recovery mission, but it had turned out to be anything but simple. The intel that had gotten was bad -- so it became much more of a fight than both he and Nat expected. It wasn’t like they weren’t equipped to handle it -- they’re both super soldiers but it was not what either was truly looking forward to. Now Steve leans his head back against the head rest of the car and lets his eyes fall closed as Natasha drives them to some hotel or motel, whichever SHIELD has gotten them this time.

He hears Nat’s teasing voice wash over him, just her voice alone seems to be something that soothes his aching soul. A person in this world who understands, someone with shared experiences. She calls him old, in that fond voice of hers and it can’t help but pull a sleepy chuckle from his lips. “Last I checked, you aren’t that much younger than me.” He lifts his head up to shoot her a glance, despite it being dark. He knows she knows that he’s giving her a look. The rest of the car ride was silent, the two still warn out from the mission.

The hotel they pull into isn’t the worst place that either of them have stayed, but it isn’t the nicest. All Steve can truly hope for is the shower to have decent water pressure to get all of this grim washed off of him. Steve stays behind as Natasha goes in to get their room keys, between the two of them -- a pretty woman showing up with a little dirt and grim will be far more well received than a large man wearing that same filth. So in the mean time the man unpacks the car, pulling their overnight bags out -- it doesn’t take too long to do such a thing, the two of them are pretty light packers. He waits patiently for Natasha to return, leaning against the car as he yawns, that tiredness really beginning to settle into his very soul. He doesn’t let himself relax too much out here, he never knows who could be lurking in the shadows. Someone could have tailed them, some random could decide to target his bags and try to take them and run. But before Steve could let his imagination run wild Natasha was making her way out of the front doors. 

There wasn’t a pleased look on Natasha’s face but it wasn’t full irritation. “Something go wrong?” He asks, knowing things must not have gone off with a hitch. The woman explains that since they were late, they gave their booked rooms away and only had one available room. Steve scrubs a tired hand over his face, it’s not the worst thing to ever happen to them but it isn’t something he’s happy to hear. “At least they had a room..” The optimist like always, so much so that even Nat points it down as she picks up her bag and heads inside.

The trek to the room isn’t that long, its a short elevator ride up two floors and a few turns down bare tan hallways before they’re at their door. Nat scans the card and pushes her way in, more irritation becomes present on her face as they’re both confronted with the sight of a single bed. While it’s a king sized bed, Steve Rogers is not a small man anymore. “I take it they didn’t give you more details on the room.” He fills in the silence, already eyeing up the couch in the corner of the room. Steve doesn’t argue when Nat makes a beeline for the bathroom. Instead he tosses his bag near the couch and let’s himself collapse onto it. 

He doesn’t even realize that he’s dozed off until Natasha is swiftly kicking his foot and jolting him awake. The room is warm now, steam from the bathroom still filtering into the room, making Nat almost look like a dream. A towel is wrapped around her as her ginger hair drips onto the stained floor below them. Steve knows she’s said something to him but he’s not entirely sure what. He clears his throat and takes a leap assuming she’s told him its his turn. Fumbling fingers grab his bag as he ducks his head and heads straight into the bathroom. The room smells of warm vanilla and the smell of Natasha threatens to suffocate him but he wouldn’t mind dying that way. He tries to shake the thoughts of her from his mind as he turns the water on, thankful that it’s still warm. The water is a welcome, tempting him once again to just doze off to sleep. But he fights the urge and lathers himself up and watches as the day’s fight trickles down the train and off of his skin. Never are the fights gone from his head, but he’ll have time to sit with those when he’s alone. Instead he steps out of the shower, slipping a pair of sweats low on his hips. He stares at himself in the steamed mirror for a moment, the sight of himself still.. odd. Steve always expects to see someone smaller, frailer -- but not anymore instead stares a back a man. He hangs his head for a moment and pushes fingers through his wet hair. 

Steve eventually makes his way out of the bathroom, the room now smelling of his own woodsy scent. He places his duffel back down next to the couch, glancing over to Natasha who is already in bed, only the bedside lamp now on. She must be as tired as he is. Steve heads over to the closet, reaching up on the top shelf to pull down one of the extra pillows and a scratchy blanket. As he spreads out the blanket on the couch, his attention drawn away from his make shift bed when Natasha speaks to him in an accusing tone. Asking him what he thinks he’s doing and Steve has to furrow his eyebrows for a moment. He glances down at the couch before back at her because it’s obvious isn’t it?

“I’m going to bed?” The man confused at the question. Natasha scoffs at him, asking him if he really thinks he can fit on such a small couch. As her hand outstretches to pat the spot beside her -- Steve is already shaking his head. “ ‘s alright, Nat. I’ve slept in worse places.” He turns away from her, and he can hear her sigh from behind him. He can’t help but smile a bit to himself as she tells him to stop being so damn stubborn. Steve elects to ignore her, and make himself comfortable on the couch. Natasha turns out the light, grumbling out a goodnight and Steve can’t help but laugh. “Goodnight.”

However it isn’t a good night, because despite the tiredness that’s made it’s home in Steve -- he doesn’t fall asleep. The old springs in the couch dig into his body -- the couch squeaks every time he moves and he swears the blanket smells like vomit. So the large man tosses and turns until he feels like he’s going out of his mind. A voice rings out in the dark, rough and clearly annoyed -- Natasha demanding Steve come into bed before she actually knocks him out. He knows better than to test that theory because knowing Natasha she would absolutely do such a thing to get some sleep and frankly, Steve is so tired he doesn’t want to argue. The couch itself seems to groan as the man finally gets up off it. He drags tried feet as he finally approaches the bed. Steve still hesitates for a moment and his last name comes a warning from her mouth. “Go back to sleep, Romanoff.” He huffs at her, fond. He lets himself slide into bed, from the other side of the room he couldn’t smell it but now he can. The vanilla from her body wash comes drifting over, it’s a relaxing smell. One the reminds of him bakeries and home. It doesn’t take long now for him to finally drift into the warm embrace of sleep.

Light streams in from the windows, cheap curtains can’t stop the morning rays from shining in his eyes. However there’s an unfamiliar warmth that’s up against his right side. His body wants to jolt, jump but the sleep still keeps him sluggish. However as something begins to tickle his nose, Steve finally decides to brave the world and open his eyes. He shifts a bit, so that he’s able to glance down only to see the most feared assassin in the world draped across his chest. Her red hair fanned out, fallen all of his face and across his chest. He has to keep himself from laughing in fear of waking her up. So he moves slowly, left hand coming up to brush the hair away from his face and gathering it up to drape it down her back. A funny sort of fluttery feeling fills his chest and stomach as he just gazes down at the woman. Her face is soft, relaxed -- body slender and warm as it’s pressed against him. She looks happy and safe and Steve idly wonders if anyone else in this world as ever seen Natasha Romanoff in such a state. Selfishly he hopes not -- Steve hopes that he’s the only person in the world to have witnessed her in such a soft state. He knows that this is could be wrong but for now he doesn’t care. He settles back down, right arm draped around her waist, eyes closing as he continues to let her rest, and selfishly takes time to sneak in a little more alone time with her. 

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[msg:] how do you kick the ceiling on accident? || [msg:] do you ever wonder if pigeons have feelings? || [msg:] okay, i want to emphasize the fact that it began as an innocent modeling job. || [msg:] this morning i put band aids over my nipples because i was too lazy to put on a bra. think i’ve reached a new low.

[msg:] how do you kick the ceiling on accident?

[text: Army Bitch] I feel a lot of judgement coming from you[text: Army Bitch] So maybe I’ll just let you live with that mystery[text: Army Bitch] On another note who do you contact to fix ceilings?

[msg:] do you ever wonder if pigeons have feelings? 

[text: Tony Stark] No I don’t usually wonder that.[text: Tony Stark] Are you doing something to pigeons right now?[text: Tony Stark] Actually I don’t want to know the answer to that question.

[msg:] okay, i want to emphasize the fact that it began as an innocent modeling job. 

[text: возлюбленная] Is that so Natalie Rushman?[text: возлюбленная] That saucy Tokyo magazine shoot says otherwise

[msg:] this morning i put band aids over my nipples because i was too lazy to put on a bra. think i’ve reached a new low.

[text: возлюбленная] I feel like that’s more work?[text: возлюбленная] But if they’re the kitty bandages I’ll give you a pass because that’s cuter than a bra.

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(Steve/Wanda) ✿: My muse gives your muse a Christmas present

Wanda sat quietly while everyone opened their gifts, a smile on her face as the sound of tearing paper and excited ‘thank you!’s filled the room around her. She was just glad to be there, it had been a long time since she’d properly celebrated any holiday and she certainly didn’t think that Pietro would be there with her, smiling and healthy. She felt someone sit down beside her on the couch and she turned to see Steve with a box in his hand, and she gave him a confused look when he set it in her lap. 

“Steve, you did not—” she started to protest the gift before he was cutting her off and telling her to just open it, and if it weren’t for the goofy grin on her face she would have kept on arguing with him. Instead she took the box and gently tugged the ribbons off, opening it carefully and gasping softly when she saw what was inside. She hadn’t owned the red jacket for very long before it got pretty beaten up and rendered unwearable during the battle in Sokovia, but it was the first item of clothing that she’d been given as an Avenger, as a hero, and it had held a stupid amount of meaning to her before she’d had to toss it out. 

The one sitting in the box wasn’t entirely the same but it was the exact red colour and the fact that he had taken the time to find it for her despite her insistence at not needing any gifts meant more to her than the jacket itself, and she set it gently onto the table before launching herself at him and pulling him into a hug. She wasn’t able to manage anything more than a ‘thank you’ in that moment and he of course told her it was nothing, and she laughed at how humble he always was. Eventually someone cleared their throat (probably Clint, the bastard) and they broke the hug, though she quickly leaned in to kiss him on the cheek before standing up to try on her present.