#stcrkz

[xkingpin-a]

send  🎉💋  for sender’s muse to give receiver’s muse a new year’s kiss at midnight. // @stcrkz

he's had a lot to drink. tony's friends really knew how to pack it away and he'd tried to keep up but...failed. miserably. but he was having a good time. he loved to watch tony in his element. it was nice to see him be just...himself. but as the night went on and he'd had more and more to drink, all dom really wanted was to be alone with his boyfriend. mostly to do despicable things. as the countdown approached, everyone had made their way out onto the little helipad area of stark tower to wait for fireworks. before tony could follow them out though, dom grabbed at his wrist and pulled tony close to him, moving them back until the other man was pressed between dom and the wall. the sound of the countdown was heard from the tv's still playing, and even with his drunken grin on his face he looked at tony for the last ten seconds before the sound of happy new year rang out. "mmmm happy new year, baby--" he said, leaning in to give tony a hard and deep kiss that he hoped would take the other's breath away. when he pulled way he bit at tony's lower lip for a moment before releasing it, licking the sting away before he grinned. "that's just a preview for later. hope you don't plan on sleeping right away tonight...."

[notasavicr]

⨳ — @stcrkz

“…wh--- i'm sorry, you're offering me a job?,” she said as her confusion mounted more and more onto her face. moving from boston to new york had been....a choice. one emma couldn't even remember why she made it. but now she and her son were livnig in the city, her taking off and on pi jobs to keep them afloat while they just lived. emma continued to look at the man where he stood now before her, all seemingly cool and collected with his yellow tinted glasses and manicured goatee. "....ok let's try this again. who are you? what is it you do? what makes you think i'd be a good recruit?" she asked all in rapid fire succession while she moved around to go and sit at her desk in her small rented office space. "and how did you get in here." she knew there was something hinky about that lock.

[silvertongued-trickster-arch]

SEND MY MUSE A NEW YEARS RESOLUTION THEY SHOULD FOLLOW (AND MY MUSE WILL SEND ONE BACK TO YOU)

@stcrkz​  asked  ;  " new years resolution? try being nice to me all year. "

          ❝  good  attempt,  stark,  but  we  both  know  that’s  not  going  to  happen. ❞  the  trickster  scoffed  in  response,  raising  an  eyebrow  at  the  mortal.  although,  there  was  a  sense  of  playfulness  to  his  tone,  and  an  amused  smile  tugging  at  the  corners  of  his  lips.

         ❝  I  have  one  for  you,  equally  unlikely  to  occur  —  stop  getting  on  my  nerves. ❞

[ofasgardianvariants]

❛  are you sure you’re gonna be okay on your own?  ❜

"Are you kidding? That's the only way I know how to be." Sylvie told the weird tin man as she crossed her arms. "In fact, I feel weird around people. They always want to talk or breathe or annoying stuff like that."

[whitesuited]

she’s not used to having company this late at night ----------- or maybe it’s this early in the morning. it’s difficult to tell where one of those time designations ends and the other one begins despite how many times she’s been up long enough to see both.  but regardless of it either being too late or too early, it’s nice to have someone else nearby ------ even if it’s only to make all the talking she does out loud and to herself seem a little more conventional than it probably is. ( makes her feel a little less self - conscious about it, too. )

a louder - than - intended sigh leaves her lips before she leans all the way back in her chair, arms stretched up and over her head waiting for her shoulder to crack before she can press the cold tips of her fingers against her eyes. ❝ you haven’t touched your drink. ❞ she lets @stcrkz’s observation linger in the air for a while before she peeks over at him from between her fingers, her nose crinkling up over the still very full very large cup of coffee he’d placed in front of her an hour - or - so ago. by now it was well on it’s way to being considered cold, but not quite there ------- more like tepid and just north of room temperature; consummation no - man’s - land.

“i’m about two shots of espresso away from being able to smell colors,” the lack of sleep certainly doesn’t help either. “and i’ve seen you make coffee for yourself before ------ i don’t know that i’m brave enough to find out what green smells like after a sip or two.”

[graffitiwebs]

@stcrkz || “ you’re going to be fine. i can help you. “

. . . Skepticism was the dominant factor of his rejecting attitude, not to appear impolite towards outstretched generosity but as Spider-man, backstabbing, and selfish villains stood around every corner. Maws snapping and ready to take him down. Lost, and with panicked rationality spinning him in various directions, Miles wasn't sure what to do. People were STARING from below, whether out of judgement or not the teen didn't care, he just needed space; breathing room to properly dissect the situation.

Scattered glass crunched beneath the weight of feet, suited form retreating from the ledge of the office building he'd flown into. ( He knows who this is. Everyone does! ) But... " How do I know I can trust you? " Miles finally replied, caution holding him in a defensive stance. Different universes meant different variations of people. A hero there could be a criminal here. Even though it was an indescribable HONOUR meeting the man.

[fortifeid]

@stcrkz​    /     tony   &  maya  :      “is . . .   that my shirt you’re wearing?”

❝  yep.   looks better on me.   ❞    cavalier,   matter - of - fact.    for it is indeed his dress shirt that she dons,     a cool slate tone she’d found first,  cuffed at the sleeves,  pre - destined for a french tuck into her jeans,   and that,  if opened by one button more,  might fall coyly off the shoulder.  

no apology nor further explanation comes for her presumption.    only the same demand she’s prone to leverage any hour of the day,   any day of the week.    ❝   any chance of getting some coffee up in here ?   i’m parched.   ❞  

[havenforged]

@stcrkz​ gets a starter

                          CHRISTMAS SHOPPING was something Maya wasn’t exactly fond of, but it was more so the fact that she’d finish work and then go shopping when she’d much rather be doing anything but shopping. Especially getting closer and closer to Christmas. Opening the door to their home, the blonde closed the door behind her as she called out “My love, I’m home.” Maya spoke, placing her shopping bags just by the front door and hung up her work backpack before heading in towards the kitchen “How are you this fine afternoon MR HANDSOME?”.