#no tickling

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Physical touch is so bomb lowk I love when people play w my hair

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My Spot

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

summary: Something interrupts Steve’s sleep and it is as heartwarming as annoying. 

length: 727 words

a/n: weeeell, just wanted to write something short and cute. I am sick for almost a week now, so give me all the sleepy fluff. hope you like it and that you are all staying healthy! feedback, reblogs and likes are welcomed and needed!

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My Spot

He was on a meadow. It was sunny and calm, gentle wind carried the scent of wildflowers and herbs. So peaceful. Just him and the soft melody of nature. Then, in the distance, he saw a sheep. A white, fluffy sheep, resembling a cloud on thin legs, slowly and meticulously eating grass, the mouth moving funnily with every bite. 

Near the sheep, was a lamb, jumping and running around, trying to get its mother's attention, clearly in a playful mood. When it didn't work, the lamb started to push its small head into the sheep's fluffy side, trying to headbutt its mother. It was heartwarming and silly, and Steve kept looking at it with a smile until he realized that there was some pressure on his arm. Then a push, jostling him a bit. In the same rhythm as the baby lamb nudged the sheep, Steve felt someone pushing on him. It wasn't painful, but was annoying and continued, and continued, and continued -

"Mhm," Steve stirred in his sleep, the annoying nudging from his dream not going away. He opened his eyes and saw his and Tony's bedroom, bathed in a bluish glow, hinting at the upcoming sunset. And the nudging continued, aimed at his right shoulder.

Steve grunted, not liking his sleep being interrupted like this. He put his elbows under himself and pushed up, locating the source of the commotion. Tony. "Babe, what the hell -"

"My spot," Tony hissed, sounding offended and somehow looking all puffed out. Almost like a pissed off cat. Steve blinked rapidly, not understanding.

"My spot!" Tony repeated, sounding angry that Steve didn't understand something so obvious and so clearly out there.

"Okay, okay," Steve agreed, still not knowing what was going on until he realized that somehow in his sleep, he had rolled to Tony's side of the bed. It didn't matter who slept on which side, as they ended cuddled to each other anyway, but somehow it mattered today, and Steve was too sleepy to dwell on the topic longer than necessary. "Sorry," he apologized, moving to his side of the bed, and laying on his back.

As soon as he did that, the tension and urgency were gone from Tony's posture. Much to Steve's surprise, Tony followed after him and lifted the covers, just enough to wriggle underneath and lay down, spread on top of Steve, his head falling in the crook of Steve's neck. Tony let out a long, soothed breathe, taking in his husband's warmth with every inch of his skin. Yes, this finally felt right.

Steve groaned, annoyed from being woken up, but also feeling all soft and mushy inside because of how much Tony wanted to be close to him. It was this weird mix of emotions and honestly, he felt it often since he had met Tony. His husband was a whole 5'8" inches of cute and irritating, all at the same time.

"So, I can't sleep on my stomach anymore?" Steve asked, smothered with Tony's warm weight and feeling a confirming nod.

"My spot," Tony repeated, sounding as stubborn as he had when he woke Steve up. Just this time, there was some pleased note to it.

"You're a weirdo," Steve yawned, and Tony giggled. Seemed that they still had some more time to sleep and Steve rearranged his hands over one of his favorite spots on his husband's body, and entwined his fingers on the top of Tony's perky butt, holding him in place. His eyes slid close and the warm feeling was coming back, wrapping his mind in a blissful cloud of sleep.

And then his alarm went off.

Steve reached his hand to turn the alarm off, the movement accompanied by Tony's judging stare. If Tony had cat ears and tail, they would be twitching.

Well, there was no harm in canceling his morning training, right?

"Friday, please inform Natasha that I won't be joining her in the gym."

"On it, Cap," Friday confirmed.

Tony's eyes turned soft and he happily put his head down, melting into Steve once more. "Love you," Tony whispered, nuzzling his face into his husband's neck.

Steve yawned. "Love you too, ducky butt," he said, lightly patting Tony's perky butt for good measure, letting his eyelids close and almost certain that he heard Tony start to purr.

Or maybe it was just another dream.

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Stony Christmas, drabble #1

Merry Christmas! hope you like it!

Stony Christmas, drabble #1

"Well, that was awkward."

Steve didn't say a word. He quietly stacked empty plates on top of each other, feeling the lingering heat in his cheeks.

"I mean, I should know, I did a ton of awkward things in my life."

The comment was met with more silence. Steve didn't even look up, keeping himself busy with cleaning.

"Remember how many times you had to apologize in my name because I did something stupid? How does it feel when the roles reversed?"

"Please, stop," Steve said in a weak voice, feeling the heat in his cheeks increasing. He already felt awful and Tony was adding to his discomfort.

When three months ago, Pepper shared the news of being pregnant and carrying her and Happy's child, everyone was elated, Tony the most. Then the least, when it quickly became clear that Pepper was not able to perform her duties for Stark Industries and had to take a break. So, Tony needed a new personal assistant, the job falling to a woman named Kate, a graduate of the Hawthorne Academy. Despite her young age, she was determined and witty and turned out to be what Tony was looking for. Much to Steve's dismay, who started to hear a lot more of 'Kate did that' and 'Kate took care of it' and 'Kate is great', and as he tried to keep it in, he reached the boiling point when Tony invited the girl for annual Avengers Christmas party. She was already invited to Stark Industries Christmas party as she was part of the staff after all, but why mix Avengers with work? Scratch that, why mix family with work? Because they were a family, not in a classical way, but they cared about each other and felt safe in their company. Steve didn't feel safe around Kate. He didn't want Tony to be around Kate in his private time. So, he had to show, that no, Kate won't be getting her boss's attention, not now or ever again.  Steve did everything he could to accent his presence near Tony. They didn't strive from touching and kissing in public, usually reducing their affection to subtle gestures, but what Steve did, could easily count as a full make-out session. If Steve could get drunk, Tony would blame it on the amount of eggnog he had drunk, but it turned out to be all Steve. Handsy, always pulling him close and kissing his mouth shut Steve, who took every opportunity to be in the center of attention and show that Tony was taken. As the evening progressed, Steve was becoming more and more possessive, while Kate was paying less and less attention, mingling with other Avengers and late evening the last guest arrived, a girl with bouncy brown hair named America, who skipped right away to Kate, and kissed her for hello. Her girlfriend. Somehow, it made Steve's hand flew into his pockets and it was then when a scarlet blush appeared on his face, as during the short kiss, Kate made sure to look into Steve's eyes, telling him that way that she knew the whole evening what he was doing and why. Did he mention that Kate was smart?

Steve made a fool out of himself in front of everybody. There would be tales of this evening for long years, passed from one Avenger to the other. And the worst thing was, that after a whole evening of touching and lustful looks, he couldn't bring himself to look back at Tony. Which was a shame, because if he did, he would notice, that his boyfriend was more amused than angry, and his eyes were crinkling in the corners from smiling and hold up giggles.

"Ah, Steve," Tony said gently and walked to his embarrassed boyfriend, taking out the dirty plates out of his hands, just so he could hold them. "Can you finally look at me?"

Steve sighed and didn't, looking at their joined hands instead, enjoying the warmth coming from Tony's palms. "Sorry…"

"It is not me you should be apologizing to."

"I know," Steve admitted, ducking his head. If he sends Kate a muffin basket with an 'I am sorry I thought you were trying to steal my boyfriend' note would it make it okay?

"Well, I have to admit I am flattered though," Tony said in humor and brought Steve's hand closer so he could kiss the top of his hand. "After five years of dating, you still get jealous."

Steve didn't answer, just a timid smile slowly made its way to his face. He looked up and at his boyfriend's face, at the smiling lips framed in a dark goatee and sparkling brown eyes. Beautiful. And---

"Mine," Steve finally said in a low, pleasant growl and it made Tony's smile much brighter.

"Yours," Tony agreed, moving one of his hands to Steve's nape and pulling him down for a kiss, less heated than the ones they shared in front of everybody during the party, but much more affectionate and a whole lot sweeter.  

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A Brother Like No Other

PROMPT: so, I've been really intrigued with the idea of support between the two winchester brothers. There's been fan debates especially this season about how sam has been dean's cheerleader almost. his support system. Sam isn't allowed to have reactions or feelings that don't in some way involve Dean. So maybe a fic with a series of instances in which Sam really needs Dean's support? It can be angsty, fluffy, whatever you got. And it doesn't have to include tickling, but if it does that's fine :)

A/N: I loved this prompt so much. It doesn’t include tickling, but I do believe it’s got a fair amount of angst and fluff in there somewhere! XD I hope this is something like what you asked for... I’d hate to disappoint you. Also, this is only one scenario. I can do more, if you guys liked this? :)

Title: A Brother Like No Other

Summary:  Sam sometimes forgets that he’s not the older brother.

Words: 561

Sam sighed, fingers fiddling with the tie around his neck. He and Dean were working another case, and the two had found a crappy gas station toilet to change into their FBI suits.

For some reason, the younger Winchester had been having difficulty with pretty much everything. He felt like he was constantly watching over his brother, making sure he didn’t do anything stupid while worrying over their mom or Cas or Jack. It was kinda weird, to be honest. He always thought he’d be the one who needed looking after, not the other way around.

“Sam, you almost done?” Dean’s voice wafted into the stall he was currently changing in, and he looked up, fingers stilling for one moment.

“Uh, almost. Hold on a sec,” he said, looking down again and desperately trying to tie his tie. It was stupid, this was. The amount of ties he had tied before, yet suddenly his brain couldn’t seem to remember how to do it, and his hands were too busy shaking to be able to- his hands were shaking?

“Damn,” he cursed under his breath, and he heard Dean walk over to his stall and knock once.

“You alright in there, Sammy?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just- oh for God’s sake!”

“Woah, there. No need to bring Chuck into this,” the older Winchester said, and Sam could hear the confused frown in his voice. “Come on, open up.”

Sighing, he let the two ends of the tie drop in his hands and unlocked the door, watching as it swung open and revealed the worried face of his older brother.

Dean stepped forward and looked around the stall before locking his gaze onto Sam. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“It’s stupid.”

“Nothing’s stupid when it concerns you, Sammy,” Dean said. “Not counting your hair length.”

“Shut up, Dean,” Sam said, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips before he looked down, half-embarrassed, half close to tears. “I can’t tie my tie.”

In all honesty, he had expected his brother to start laughing and tell him to stop being stupid, or even roll his eyes and walk away, telling him to hurry up. But, no. Instead, he said “okay,” and moved forward, picking up the two ends of the tie and expertly fixing it up. The two said nothing the whole time, and it was only after Dean had tightened the tie and straightened his brother’s black blazer that they spoke.

“All done,” he said, a smile gracing his face as he looked into Sam’s eyes. There was a deep understanding in his own, something the younger Winchester could clearly see. They told him all he needed to know – Dean knew there was something wrong, but he wouldn’t ask; not unless his brother wanted to. “You alright, Sammy?” he asked calmly, and Sam nodded. There was so much love and protection in his voice, that he suddenly felt stupid for thinking he would ever laugh at him for something like that.

“I’m okay,” he said, taking a deep breath and reaching up to fix his hair.

“Good,” Dean said, patting his brother’s shoulder before turning around. “Now, let’s go hunting.”

Well, Sam thought as he followed after him, a new-found hope in his heart, I sure do have a brother like no other.

He was one lucky man to have Dean Winchester by his side.

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A Hot Water Bottle

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

summary: Tony doesn’t feel too well and is having a hard time to ask Steve for some comfort.

length: 865 words

a/n: inspired by this prompt, which I slightly changed, but didn’t realize until finished writing... hope it is okay! feedback, reblogs and likes are welcomed and needed!

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A Hot Water Bottle

"Uhhh... Steve..."

"Mm? What's up, babe?"

"Uh. I am not feeling well."

"What? Why?" Steve closed his book, frowning at the words. It wasn't like Tony to complain that he felt sick. Usually, Tony popped some pills and got back to whatever he was doing, claiming that he was too busy to feel sick. It showed in the way he had been standing in front of Steve, with a long face and hunched over, clearly out of his place.

"Come here," Steve urged, calling the other man closer. With some effort, Tony climbed into the bed next to his husband and Steve put his arms around Tony's waist, pulling him close. He put his lips against brunet’s forehead, looking for traces of fever, but the skin wasn't hot. Just normal temperature. Still, Tony had this pained look on his face and gave off some miserable vibes.

"Will you tell me what's wrong?" Steve asked, cradling his husband close. It was rare for Tony to come to Steve in his moment of sickness. His whole life Tony had to rely on himself, achieved everything by his own work and will. Sharing in the moments of vulnerability was hard for him, even with the people he loved and trusted. He was the protector and defender, not someone who needed either of these things.

"Ummm," Tony fumbled, hiding his face into Steve's neck. "My stomach hurts."

"Oh. Did you eat something that could cause it?"

"Nah... I don't think so."

Steve went through a mental list of what he and Tony had eaten since waking up. Scrambled eggs for breakfast, chicken and potatoes for lunch, sandwich with hummus and vegetables somewhere in between... Steve had the same and he was feeling fine.

"Maybe you ate too fast," Steve said, cradling the back of Tony's head and gently messaging. Depending on the day, Tony could sit down and enjoy his meal, but sometimes he just inhaled it, not wanting to waste time - Steve doubted he even chewed, he just swallowed it up, like a duck.

"Maybe," Tony said groggily, taking a deep breath. "Uh, Steve... Could you -"

"You want a tummy rub?" Steve filled in with a smile. The cute thing about Tony, among other things, was that he really, really liked having his belly rubbed. Steve found it surprising at first, but it quickly became one of his favorite things too. There was something really sweet about the way Tony's face relaxed and his whole body became soft just from few strokes over his stomach. Heck, Steve wouldn't be surprised if this whole thing was a trick to get a tummy rub, because, for some reason, Tony couldn't ask like a normal person.

It was even more surprising, when Tony shook his head, denying the offer. It didn't happen often, or more like, never, and was alarming. Tony had to feel really sick.

"Uh, but could you instead - " Tony said shyly, moving his head up and whispering something in Steve's ear, feeling too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Steve listened, his eyes widening a little bit, but then he nodded in agreement. That was new, but Steve was willing to give it a go to make his boyfriend feel better. Or maybe not exactly new, just new in the given circumstances.

Steve took off his shirt, Tony doing the same, and then lay down in bed, flat on his back. It could be sexy, but none of them thought about it, and then Tony followed, lying on top of Steve, lining himself in a way that his stomach was on top of Steve's. Tony let out a relaxed breath, sinking into his husband’s heat and closing his eyes.

Steve began to smile, finding this very endearing. He could feel that Tony's belly was a bit harder than usual, suggesting some discomfort, but soon it would relax, soothed by Steve's higher body temperature.

"You know that you could get the same results with a hot water bottle?" Steve joked, moving his hands up and putting them at the small of his boyfriend's back.

Tony snorted, his shoulders jumping with the movement and belly twitching. "Don't cut yourself short," Tony joked, patting Steve's left peck, as he used the right one instead of a pillow. Steve should be offended, but he was used to Tony's jokes and Tony getting some of his snark back was a good sign, showing that he already felt better. "This is nicer," Tony added in a sweeter tone.

"Yeah, it is," Steve agreed, moving his thumb along the lower part of Tony's spine, very gently and Tony hummed delightedly, a small, hitched-out laugh escaping now and then from the light tickle. It was nice. Tony was a lovely, warm weight on top of him, his softer belly was pressed to Steve's muscled one and it was a great contrast. The gentle touch continued, until small, regular puffs of air on his chest and the rhythmic, calm way in which Tony's belly was moving, told Steve that he fell to sleep, lulled in by the warmth. Steve smiled, continuing to brush his fingers over his husband’s back, letting him sleep as long as he needed.

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A Day for Romance

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

summary: Tony and Steve didn’t have a romantic Valentine’s day in years and when Tony decides to fix it, something unexpected stops him. 

length: 1 831

a/n: Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! I know some people dislike this day, but for me, it was always more about celebrating all kinds of love, not only the romantic one, but love to your friends, to your pets, to everyone who you hold dear to your heart, and to yourself! So, treat yourself today, because you deserve it! if you like this fic, don’t forget to show me some love, feedback, reblogs and likes are appreciated and needed!

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A Day for Romance

"Tony... What's that?"

Steve found himself not able to stop smiling. There was some feeling coming back, one he didn't feel quite in a while, or at least not as prominently as now. Giddiness? Yes, that was the word.

By Tony's smile, twitching and spreading and the happy sparkle in his eyes, Steve could say that Tony felt the same, pleased that his Valentine's surprise worked out so well. Every day, their bedroom presented quite simple, with crumpled sheets, lone clothes here and there, organized in a modern, minimalistic style and with few heartwarming accents like their wedding photo on the nightstand, or more humoristic ones, meaning the tie with a ducky pattern, looped over the wardrobe handle. This was like cupid decided to drop by, got drunk on Tony's scotch, and vomited everywhere.

"Oh my gosh, how did you even - " Steve laughed, still not believing what he was seeing. He was an artist and had a good eye for color, but it was like Tony used the whole palette of red and pink shades and sprinkled random Valentine's day accents all over their bedroom, from the cheesiest giant pastel pink teddy bear, ending on the enormous deep red bouquet of royal roses.

"I decided that we didn't have enough of romance in the past Valentine's days and decided to make up for it," Tony said, sashaying over to Steve, his hips doing some magic movements. To cut the sugar down, Tony chose to wear a simple, black suit, that made him stand out nicely.

"Make up for it?" Steve asked in humor. "More like cramming last five years into it," he answered himself. It wasn't like he and Tony lacked romance in their relationship, it just simmered down into something more steady and comfortable in the last years. Being together for almost a decade developed their relationship from the wild and not having enough of each other into a sturdy and comfortable feeling of knowing that the other person would be always there. The love was still present and growing, not needing outbursts of feelings, but small everyday gestures of devotion. That's what their last Valentine's days embodied which took a form of a shared dinner over a movie and cuddling on the couch while in sweatpants. And it was as good as during the early years of their relationship when they had decided to meet in a hotel under fake names, romance each other all over again, and spent a wild night together.

"Are you complaining?" Tony asked, pressing himself to his husband and grabbing by the collar, pulling him down. "Because if you are, I am not above spanking you to put you back in order, soldier," Tony purred out, their lips brushing together.

"No, sir," Steve denied with a smile, moving his face to match Tony's, lips getting closer and closer. "And I gotta say, you clean up rather nicely," Steve said, meaning that it has been a while since Tony wore a suit, not for a formal event, not for a public speaking, but just for his husband.

"Wish I could say the same about you, but there is an awfully lot of clothes on you for me to be sure," Tony breathed out. Steve wouldn't call a t-shirt and jeans a lot of clothes, but the message was well received. Their lips finally met, slow and passionate, and they stumbled together, falling on the, of course, rose petals covered bed, making them fly everywhere. Greedy fingers went into motion, peeling clothes of each other, lips wanting more and more -

"ACHEW!" Steve turned his head away, blocking his mouth with his hand.

"Uh," Tony blinked, his tie and dress shirt halfway off, "bless you."

"Thanks, babe," Steve rubbed his nose, trying to cease the tingly feeling. "Where did we stop?"

"Hmm, somewhere here," Tony smiled charmingly, pointing with a finger to his neck. Steve leaned down eagerly, ready to suckle and kiss the offered skin, when the irritating feeling came back and he straightened up abruptly, sneezing again.

"Steve? What's wrong?" Tony asked, lifting on his elbows and sounding alarmed. It wasn't like Steve to get sick all out of sudden.

"Nothing, it's nothing - " Steve tried to brush it off, but another sneeze happened. And then another one. And then he felt his throat becoming tight and eyes water and all of this was oddly familiar and disturbing.

"Oh my God, get out!" Tony panicked, not liking what he was seeing, and easily identified as an allergy attack. Roses? The scented candles? The new silk sheets in red color sprayed with essentials oils? There were too many variables and there was no time to analyze them all before Steve's head would swell like a tomato.

"Dohny, I'm fined -"

"You are not fine!" Tony decided, batting Steve off of him and pushing out of the bedroom, "Claritin is the kitchen cupboard, take it!" he ordered in a firm voice which was a total contrast to the half-naked torso and loose tie. Before Steve could react, Tony slammed the door shut, needing to air the room out first.

Well, that killed the mood quickly.

One cleaning and few pills of Claritin later, they ended on the couch, Steve's head settled on Tony's lap, as he still felt a bit fuzzy. Tony put some movie on, but Steve didn't pay attention, going over what just happened.

"Ugh, this sucks," Steve said in dismay, sniffling, the stuffiness in his nose not going away yet.

"The movie? I can change it," Tony said, gently playing with Steve's hair.

"No, not that -" Steve lifted himself to look better at his husband. Tony's gaze followed him and there was some surprise in his eyes, as Steve looked irritated. Irritated with himself. "You wanted to do something nice and I feel like I ruined it."

"Define 'nice'," Tony grinned, using air quotes at the second word, showing that while it was supposed to be nice, at first, he got carried away and crammed as much Valentine's day gadgets as he could fit in their bedroom just because he could, which pretty much caused his husband to suffocate, literally. Steve didn't reply, just jutted his bottom lip forward, feeling that he ruined the day. "Hey, don't make that face," Tony said softly, framing his husband's face with both hands, thumbs brushing below the jawline tenderly. "I can always reuse that stuff next year," he grinned, trying to fix the mood.

"Sure, just this year, we ended in the same spot, as last year," Steve sighed.

"It is a good spot. Comfy," Tony replied, rubbing Steve's cheeks playfully before letting go. He patted his lap back, urging Steve to lay down again. Steve's eyes followed the movement, and then he slid his gaze up, all over the expensive suit and white shirt with undone top buttons, no sight of the tie, his gaze heating up. Such a waste. It all could very well lead in one direction if it wasn't for a question burning in the back of his head.

"Do you think the serum is wearing off?" Steve asked, words running together.

"Pshhh. What?" Tony snorted in humor, but his face changed when he saw how alarmed Steve looked. "I don't know. I don't think so? But we don't exactly have anyone else to compare, you're one of a kind," Tony smiled kinder.

"I shouldn't have any allergies. I remember having allergies, but it all stopped since I took the serum and - " Steve rambled, spiraling into something bad. If his allergies came back, who knew what would come next. And when. And that really scared him.

"Hey, shhh," Tony took Steve's hand and squeezed it, trying to get him back. When their eyes met, Steve's blue ones showed a lot of uncertainty, while Tony's brown ones were calm. "I understand you are worried, but it was one thing, Steve. One thing that was easily fixed with some pills for allergies."

"What if it is not one thing?" Steve asked in a sad whisper.

"Then it will be more things and I will love you just as much I love you now," Tony assured, bringing Steve's hand closer and kissing his knuckles. That made Steve smile. "You still love me too, even if I changed, right?" Tony asked, meaning the flow of time and what it was doing to him. His hair became a bit more grey, eyes were set deeper and more often there was some sort of pain in his bones, one he didn't remember having. It was all part of life and couldn't exactly be stopped.

"You're always beautiful to me," Steve said honestly, meaning every word. He was seeing the same Tony was, but in contrary to Tony, Steve appreciated every change. It made Tony real and tangible and warm, and Steve didn't want a frozen perfection, almost unnatural. The day Steve had found his first grey hair among blonde ones, they both had celebrated, Steve maybe a bit more than Tony, relieved that even if it happened slower, he was aging. He didn't want to live forever and he certainly didn't want to live without Tony and it gave him hope that he won't have to. Just losing the serum was a different story. A one that had danger written all over it.

"That's sweet," Tony smiled, "and you will be always handsome to me, even when you sneeze your lungs out and get teary-eyed," Tony joked, meaning the allergies attack.

"Ha-ha," Steve fake laughed, causing Tony to laugh back, just real and honest. Beautiful. "No need to rub in my face that I ruined our Valentine's day."

"And night. I don't think it is safe to go to the bedroom yet," Tony pointed out, not wanting to risk another attack.

"Right," Steve sighed. Sleeping on the couch was not an option, but maybe they could use one of the guest floors in the Tower. Still, the mood was gone. Seemed that it wasn't a day for romance after all. Tony didn't like Steve blaming himself over something so silly and decided to fix the mood.

"Friday, dim the lights, cue some music," he said, and when the first notes of a soothing melody started to seep in, the lights got softer, Tony stood up and spoke again, offering Steve a hand. "May I have this dance?"

Steve chuckled softly, looking at his husband's calm and smiling face. Tony had this almost magical ability to fix things for Steve. After all, his husband was a mechanic, building and fixing was his thing and it went further than machines.

"You know I will step on your feet, right?" Steve asked teasingly, accepting the hand, and stood up.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Tony kept smiling, putting his arm around Steve's shoulders, Steve drawing his husband close and holding him by the hip. Pressed together, gently swaying to the music, they celebrated Valentine's day just as they liked - intimately and close.

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Figaro Drabble #17

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

universe: Figaro universe

summary: Tony always prided himself on being Figaro's favorite and then everything changed, once that thing appeared in their lives..

length: 986 words

a/n: 17th February was National Cat Day in my country, so I decided to write a fic! aand then fell asleep and didn't post it on time... so Happy One Day after National Cat Day! hope you enjoy the fic, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated and needed!

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Figaro Drabble #17

Steve didn't know a lot about love. He never really experienced it, rejected by most of the girls back in the times before he got the serum, while his time with Peggy, the girl he truly felt close to, was cut short and the blossoming feeling never developed. After waking up in the 21st century, Steve didn't expect to ever fit in, not even mentioning finding love, but a miracle happened and he and Tony found each other. That, that Steve could call love. That warm, soothing feeling whenever he looked at Tony, was close to him, and listened to his voice. Their love was growing and filling his heart and soul with something he never experienced before. Steve wouldn't call himself an expert on love, but he knew that what he was feeling towards Tony, that was true love. Pure and passionate and everlasting. 

Yet, it all faded in the face of the feeling he was witnessing in the current moment. That was the kind of love that was hard to describe but obvious to everyone and so good. Steve loved Tony and was loved back, but this was an entirely different story.

"Outrageous," Tony scoffed, his eyes fixed at the same point as Steve's. Steve didn't say anything, just kept smiling, his arm wrapped around his sulking husband as they sat together on the couch in the living room, basking in the love-filled glow. 

"Seriously, I have no words," Tony continued, and Steve continued to not talk, just observing and listening, somehow secretly enjoying Tony's ramble and curious how far it would go.

"I don't know how you can be so calm, Steve! I have never been so insulted in my life!"

Oh, insulted. That was a big word for the overblown offense of Figaro, their shared cat, playing with an old scrunchie. As their only child, Figaro was spoiled as a cat could be, eating the best selection of cat food, having cat towers and scratching posts in every room, and more toys a single cat could need, starting from the simplest stuffed toy mice to the fancy automatic laser lights. Yet, all that cornucopia of cat toys was no match for the stretched-out, yellow scrunchie that one day had slipped out from Thor's pocket and Figaro snatched, claiming for himself and dubbing the best thing ever. Since then, Figaro could be seen wildly pawing at the scrunchie, chasing it all over the place and when he got tired, he flopped down on the floor, the scrunchie near his face, and looked adoringly at it, clearly in love. No matter what Tony did, what he offered, he couldn't convince Figaro to play with anything else, and the only playtime he got with his cat, was when he begrudgingly tossed the yellow nightmare and Figaro kept bringing it to him, playing their version of fetch. The trend did catch on, and soon Natasha donated some of her hair ties and even Bucky added a one or two, and the collection kept growing, much to Figaro's delight and Tony's dismay, but the yellow scrunchie was the unquestionable winner and Figaro's true love. Steve wasn't quite sure if the true offense didn't lay deeper, rooted in the fact that Figaro chose Thor's belonging over many toys Tony had bought. 

"What?" Tony suddenly asked, and Steve noticed that Figaro was sitting at the bottom of the couch, his tail doing some twitchy movements. Sometimes it did happen, that during his playtime, Figaro tossed the scrunchie somewhere and needed assistance in getting it out, which was the current case. "You flung it under the couch, get it out yourself," Tony told his cat, sounding offended. 

"Aw, don't be like that," Steve cooed, not liking Tony being mean for such a petty reason. "Here, Fig," he said and stood up, walking behind the couch, keen on helping their cat, Figaro following.

"Hmph," Tony crossed his arms, thinking that, yeah, maybe, he took it a bit too far. The scrunchie love would end one day, hopefully, and then he would get his cat back from under the vixen's spell. And there was no need to take it out on his fluffy son, not when Figaro was so overjoyed. Before Tony could join in the scrunchie search, there was a movement behind his back and suddenly the floor was further away and the ceiling was a lot closer.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Tony yelped, unsure what to hold to, and clutched to the armrest, curling feet to himself. 

"Fig, look!"

Tony didn't move but saw Figaro zooming across the room, chasing the free scrunchie, happy with getting his toy back. Tony wasn't that happy.

"Huh, so we have a lot of random stuff under the couch..." Steve said from underneath, holding the couch, and Tony, over his head without any effort.

"Sometimes I forget how freakishly strong you are..." Tony muttered angrily to himself, not directing the complaint to his husband, but Steve laughed anyway still hearing it because of his super-soldier hearing. Of course. "Put me down!"

"Hmm."

"Steve!"

"I'm thinking about it."

"This isn't funny, Steve!"

Steve, holding the couch and grinning, had a very different opinion.

"I can feel you smirking, if you don't put me down right now, you will be sleeping on this damn couch for the rest of the month!"

"Well, in that case, I might as well carry it to our bedroom," Steve said, turning around and taking the first step, deeply enjoying the outraged screech his husband made. It was pretty simple - Figaro had his scrunchie to play with and Steve had his Tony. And like all games, this one also had to come to an end, and Tony was put down and the couch got back in its place. And if Tony still wanted to kick Steve out of the bedroom for his mischief, convincing him not to do so, was another story.