Based kinda on @kayytx and @brandnewfashion‘s Jack Football Au

  • Like, imagine if Coach Bittle is famous within the Football world like Bad Bob is within the Hockey world. 
  • So at Samwell where Bitty plays Hockey and Jack plays Football it’s like “omg, your dad is Bad Bob/Coach Bittle omg” 
  • Or maybe they don’t realise at first 
  • Bitty’s always saying things like “Oh honey, my dad thinks you’re doing real great this season, etc” 
  • And Jack’s like “Oh that’s nice” for agesssss 
  • Then one day Suzanne and Coach are visiting Samwell and Bitty introduces them and Jack’s just “WAIT YOUR DAD WHO THINKS I CAN PLAY IS THE RICHARD BITTLE” 
  • And the same happens with Bitty and Bad Bob like, 
  • Jack’ll tell him “My dad watched your game” and “My uncle Mario is really impressed with your speed.” 
  • And when Bitty visits Canada with Jack for Christmas and they go to his uncle Wayne’s party he finds out that “BAD BOB IS YOUR FATHER AND YOUR UNCLES ARE WAYNE FREAKING GRETZKY AND MARIO LEMIEUX?!?!?” 
  • And yeah
  • Jack football and Bitty hockey

hc that nursey and dex are secretly really good at what the other person is majoring in

nursey secretly is a genius and is actually super good at pretty much all STEM subjects, but he grew up reading a lot and while he’s great at all of those typical nerd subjects he’s only really passionate about lit and poetry which is why he chose english as a major

meanwhile dex is actually a literature NERD and he did really fucking well in high school english and he really loves writing, and for the longest time he wanted to pursue that, but because of his upbringing he decided to pursue comp sci as a major. and he isn’t even particularly good at comp sci and engineering and maths??? but he chose a major that was ~practical~ and would give him the most job prospects bc after his childhood in a small town where everyone knew everyone, he wanted out, he wanted to leave, and he knew to do that he needed a steady source of income, had to earn enough money to actually sustain himself.

so on top of nursey being attractive af and kinda annoying, dex kinda resents him for basically going after the future that he really wanted. dex HATES that nursey essentially has everything he wants

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make me choose: brandnewfashion asked MCU stevetony or & 616 stevetony

Clothes sharing is just like the ultimate fluffy trope. Like fuck yes, give me one person in my otp letting the other wear their letterman jacket around school like every cheesy high school romance in existence. Give me the smaller one walking around in the bigger one’s oversized, worn sweatshirt and socked feet, with their hair all messed up from sleeping. Give me my otp wearing those dumb but adorable coupley shirts that match each other. Just give it to me in every variation possible I love that shit it’s so cute I can’t handle it.

imagine tiny little tony stark having a nightmare and climbing into bed with maria and her comforting him until he falls asleep again. but the next time howard is there and yells at him. maria, naturally, yells back and goes and gets in tony’s bed with him instead, but the next time tony has a nightmare he doesn’t go to their room because he doesn’t want them to fight again.

instead, he very shyly wakes jarvis and asks if he can stay there, and before jarvis can even answer, anna sits up and says of course he can and lifts him up into the bed herself to sing him back to sleep. jarvis falls in love with her all over again when she smiles at him over tony’s head.

Untitled Steve/Tony 1/1

Identity porn, post-break-up
Steve has regrets. Tony is out of his depth. 

@brandnewfashion posted some snippets about Steve breaking up with Tony and then coming to his friend Iron Man to talk it out and god help me this happened.


The universe hated him. Tony had suspected it for years, and here was his proof.

Once, the sight of Captain America walking toward him, his hair tousled and spiky with sweat and a beer in each hand had been the highlight of Tony’s fucking day. Now it was a punishment – karmic vengeance for Tony’s sins.

He’d never hated his secret identity more than now, having to be the supportive friend while Steve hashed out his break-up with his faithless, worthless lover, Tony Stark.

That was unfair, he reminded himself. Steve knew Iron Man and Tony were friends, he didn’t trash Tony to Iron Man’s face, he just… he told the truth. It wasn’t Steve’s fault that the truth ripped Tony’s heart out every time.

The stupid chest plate was three-quarters charged. Ten more minutes and he could have made his escape.

“Hey, Cap,” he greeted. He didn’t get up from his place on the window seat, just nodded his head at his teammate as Steve approached.

Steve handed him a beer – with a straw already in because he really was a damned considerate friend – and lowered himself down beside Tony with a tired grunt. “I was afraid you’d already left.”

“Without my beer?” Tony raised his bottle to Cap in a teasing salute and tried to ignore the pain in his chest, the wistful yearning that Steve could have wanted Tony to stay, that he could have wanted to spend time with Tony like this.

Ah well. He took a long sip of his beer and breathed past the pain. Iron Man had always been the best part of him. Tony Stark was only ever the mistake.

“I screwed up, Shellhead.” Steve braced his arms on his knees, stared down at the floor, his beer hanging limply in one hand, untouched. “I don’t know what to do.”

Tony paused, the battle running through his mind moment-by-moment. “What are you talking about, Cap? You ran a clean mission, just like always.”

“No, not that, not – this isn’t about the Avengers.” Steve dragged in a deep breath. “It’s Tony, it’s – how I handled things with him when I left.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, Cap.” Tony kept the mask aimed toward Cap but forced his eyes to focus on the wall over Cap’s shoulder. “Look, if you think you were harsh on the guy or whatever no one’s gonna hold it against you. Breakups are emotional, it happens.”

“I was cruel.” Steve’s voice was barely a whisper and wavered on the last syllable. Tony closed his eyes for a moment and refused to think about it. Refused to acknowledge the way his heart fluttered in his chest with hope. No. Steve was too kind, that was all. He regretted the way things ended but – but that wasn’t the same as regretting that they ended.

“You’re not cruel,” Tony said finally.

“You weren’t there, you don’t-” Steve took a deep breath. “You don’t know what I said to him. I said – I said some pretty terrible things, Shellhead. I accused him of lying to me. I told him he was a disappointment, that I should never have expected any better from him.” He rolled the beer between both hands and dragged in another shaky breath.

“Not very diplomatic,” Tony said. “But nothing that wasn’t true. Stark’s probably well aware that he’s not exactly relationship material.” He set his own beer down as his stomach roiled. “Look, you’re better off without him anyway.”

“Don’t.” Steve’s voice was low and hoarse. “Don’t say that. It’s bad enough I did.”

“The break-up wasn’t your fault.”

Steve sat up abruptly. “Wasn’t it? He was trying – I could tell he was trying. And I could tell he was floundering but instead of helping him I just stood there, expecting him to know what I wanted and them blaming him when he didn’t meet my expectations.”

“Relationships come with expectations, Cap.”

“Relationships come with compromises,” Steve spit the word out like it tasted bad. “I knew – I knew he was struggling. I knew he wasn’t sure how to make it work and I just – I let him hang himself. Over and over again. And then I blamed him for choking.”

Tony felt strangely light-headed. He had to resist the urge to check his pulse. The chest plate was almost fully charged, he was fine. “I think you’re probably being too hard on yourself.”

“I love him.” Steve ran both hands over his face. “I love him and I really made a mess of things, Shellhead. I don’t know what to do.”

“What do you want to do?” Tony asked carefully.

“I want to rewind time and punch my past self in the teeth,” Steve said. His voice was shaking but there was an edge of anger there that had been missing. “I want to be half the partner I thought I was. I want to find the part of me that took some sick satisfaction in letting Tony down and cut it out with a knife.” He slammed his beer down on the end table hard enough that Tony was half expecting it to shatter. “I want to make it right, but I know I can’t.”

“Okay. Well, if you did let Stark down – and literally no one in the world is saying you did, Cap – but if you did, then he’s the one who has to decide if you can make it right.”

Steve slumped like a puppet with its strings cut. “I know.”

“For what it’s worth, I think you’re wrong.” Tony clapped a hand on Steve’s shoulder, mindful of the armor. It feels weird to say that – so much of their relationship has been built around the idea of Steve as the just leader, the brilliant commander, the trustworthy confidant. Tony had disagreed with Cap before but he couldn’t remember ever flat-out telling the man he was wrong to his face before. “But if you want Stark back he’d be an idiot not to have you.”

“I want him back,” Steve said thickly. Tony turned his head so he wouldn’t have to see the best man he’d ever known cry over Tony Stark.

“He’s high-maintenance,” Tony said. “He’s going to let you down again.”

“Not as much as I’ve let myself down.” Steve reached up and covered Tony’s hand with his, squeezing the gauntlet slightly. Tony couldn’t feel it through the metal, but he could imagine the strength of that grip. “You’re a good friend.”

Tony closed his eyes. “Not as good as you, Cap.”

inanimate object soulmate au by @shitty-check-please-aus

where dex touches nursey for the first time, and nursey the leaf boy turns into a literal leaf.

dex doesn’t realize for the first minute or so – he thinks nursey just??? disappeared??? vanished into thin air? sorcery.

but then he figures out what happened and sees Nursey The Leaf on the ground by his feet and goes to pick him up.

but! too slow! a giant gust of wind blows nursey and another pile nearby away! whatever will dex do??

so dex’s quest is really quite simple, but challenging. he must find Nursey The Leaf (a leaf with wearing really tiny sunglasses and a green snapback). pick him out from the rest of the other leaves. battle against the elements. journey to see his soulmate again before he’s destroyed by the rain, stranded in the sea, or just simply blown too far away to be found again. Nursey The Leaf, Lost in the Breeze. dex doesn’t want that to happen, does he?

robin’s egg blue

based loosely off of 3.10 and its lovely accompanying blog post. a gift of sorts for @brandnewfashion as she’s had to listen to me blubber and cry about these past few updates over the phone 😁

It isn’t even until he sits down on Bitty’s mattress that Jack realizes he’s cold.

This early in the morning, the silence in the Haus is as deep and supple as leather. Safe, like the soft hum of a radio from behind closed doors. Perhaps it’s that safety, the sense of familiarity, that helps Jack regain awareness of his own body. Limb by limb, beat by beat. He slumps, sinking into the warm, shallow divot left behind on the mattress, the exact spot where Bitty must have been sleeping.

It’s strange—he can’t even remember much about his drive from Providence to Samwell. All he can remember is the rain, falling from the sky in sheets. The sharp, repetitive whine of the windshield wipers working at full speed. The forced pulse of his own breath. Bitty’s voice, ashamed and weary and pleading, looping on repeat through his brain.

But now he’s here, at last, with Bitty close enough to touch, and Jack aches.

“—and your pants, oh, I do hope they aren’t made of wool, honey, it’ll be a wonder if they dry by morning,” Bitty says, still trying to fold Jack’s sodden pants over a hanger. Jack knows that he’s taking longer than necessary, knows it from the way Bitty’s movements are still jagged and raw, the way his face is turned away as he fusses.

Unperturbed, Jack shrugs out of his suit jacket, drapes it over Bitty’s desk chair. Slowly begins to unbutton the dress shirt that has stuck to his arms and chest like a second skin.

He hears a soft intake of breath and looks up. Bitty is holding a towel now, standing closer than expected. His eyes seem drawn to the space between the third and fourth buttons that Jack had just wrangled free. He has his bottom lip caught fiercely between his teeth, and Jack has never seen anything braver in his life.

“You fool,” Bitty whispers again, and Jack shivers. He drops his hands from his shirt, opens his knees to invite Bitty into his space.

“Hey,” he says softly in reply.

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Hey guys!

Here’s a little post for Fic Rec Days.

I’ve decided to focus on tumblr fics, because they can easily be swept away amongst dozens of other posts. So here are some personal favourite Check Please fics for you to enjoy! And don’t forget, after you’ve given them a read, hit reblog! The authors will love you.

Note: a lot do not have names so I’ve just done a vague summary; my top recs get an asterix.

Additional note: do you know how many times I was thwarted in my quest because people don’t live at the same URL anymore?


Pick It Up Slow*, by brandnewfashion (nsfw)

Bitty crashes his bike into Jack, by omgittybits

French Practice, by mydearboy

Political Talk Show AU, by tiptoe39

Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives, by dereknursey

Holster and Bitty prank call Jack, by lirapheus

Oh no, it can’t be you*, by zimsbitty (soulmate au)

Bitty’s First Kiss(es), by omgericzimmermann

Jack comes out and Bitty overhears, but it’s in French*, by sadquebecois

Bitty navigates sex with Jack*, by heyfightme

Bitty accidentally sexts Bob, by poetry-protest-pornography

Roadside Rescue, by iboatedhere


What Are You Waiting For?*, by marswithghosts (nsfw)


Traffic Jam AU, by imaginethehaus

Accidentally knocked a hole in our shared wall AU, by omgericzimmermann

And if that wasn’t enough, + I’ve got 40+ pages of reblogged fic (where there’ll be other pairings). A bit of weekend reading maybe…

nursey the tech disaster and dex the apple support guy: an au

a conversation between me & @brandnewfashion

(interspersed with random hockey commentary)


au where nursey keeps having IT trouble and every time he goes online to use that quick chat help service (bc he doesn’t want to call. that’s awkward af) he gets dex as the service guy





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based on this amazing gem that ngozi blessed us with today:

When Bitty first calls Jack “sweetheart,” Jack freezes in place.

For a moment, Bitty thinks it’s just his Skype video acting up, but then his own words catch up to him, play back in his ears like a wave crashing back to shore. Jack’s still frozen on screen, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes widened. Even in low resolution, Jack’s eyes are still so, so blue.

“I—I mean…” Bitty huffs out a breath, wrings the corner of his bedsheet nervously. “Sorry, I didn’t mean—no, well I did, I just—” Bitty laughs, and even to his own ears it sounds forced and fake. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that. It’s just, southern habit, I guess, you know.”

He bites his tongue so he doesn’t accidentally say the rest. That calling him “sweetheart” felt so natural and right in his mouth. That he wants to call him other things, like “honey” and “baby” and “darling.” That it’s not just a southern habit, that Bitty wants to save these names for Jack and Jack only, that he wants Jack to know that he’s precious. That Bitty loves him.

Jack’s mouth moves. He says something, but Bitty’s ears are still hot and ringing and he misses it.

“What—what’s that?” Bitty asks, and presses down more firmly on his earbuds.

“I like it when you call me that,” Jack says, quietly, and the way he’s looking up through his lashes is soft and vulnerable and almost demure. “Sweetheart. I like that. A lot. It sounds—it sounds good, when you say it.”

“Oh,” Bitty says, and it’s not even intentional, it’s barely a breath. “You do?”

“I do,” Jack says, and oh, is he blushing?

Bitty suddenly desperately wants to be next to him, wants to be crushed in his embrace and feel how that blush tastes under his tongue.

“I miss you,” he says instead, because it’s true, he misses Jack fiercely, more than anything else in the world. “I miss you so much honey.”

Jack’s mouth parts again, his bottom lip pink and wet. He looks like a man who has seen something beautiful, like a man so very much in love.

“I miss you,” he says back, like it’s a reflex, then seems to collect himself. He chuckles softly. “I’m going to be down next week anyway, you know that.” He smiles again, a wide and shining thing, and Bitty feels so, so lucky.

“Oh, don’t I know it,” Bitty says, and props his chin on top of his folded arms. “I hope you’re ready for the Georgia heat, you poor ice creature. It was over 80 degrees today.”

Jack laughs, chirps, and the rest of their conversation is soft and easy, like it has been ever since graduation back in May. It isn’t long before Bitty looks down at his phone and sees that it’s 2 am.

“Don’t big hockey stars need their sleep?” he teases, and Jack grins at him.

“Don’t want to sleep, want to talk to you,” Jack says, and Bitty feels his heart glow.

“Go to bed. I’ll text you in the morning,” Bitty says. He pauses. “Goodnight, sweetheart.

“Goodnight,” Jack says. He looks radiant. Then, “Mon coeur.

Bitty doesn’t know what that means, but it warms him down to his bones all the same.


A few days later, when Jack does come down to Madison for the 4th of July, Bitty meets him at the airport and stops just short of launching himself into Jack’s arms. Instead, he leans forward, pushes himself up on his tiptoes.

“Hi sweetheart,” he whispers, and Bitty is so close that he can see in full detail just how Jack reacts to the name: can see the way his mouth trembles, how his eyes shine, how the lines in his face become smiles.

“Hi there,” Jack says back, voice hoarse, almost shy, and he lets go of his duffel bag for just a moment to lace his fingers with Bitty’s, trapping warmth between their palms.

Bitty squeezes, smiles. Slowly, Jack lifts their entwined hands and gives Bitty’s a kiss, closes his eyes, and holds on for as long as he possibly can.

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fic prompt: "well this is awkward..." for zimbits :)

Bitty’s sitting in Jack’s lap, his legs wrapped around Jack’s waist, and they’re kissing deeply enough to almost make up for the two weeks they spent apart, when a tiny yelp from the doorway of Bitty’s bedroom startles them apart. 

“I am so sorry,” a familiar voice squeaks, just as Bitty is making a rather undignified noise and is pitching himself out of Jack’s lap. He stumbles to his feet in an instant, whipping around to see Tango frozen with his hand on the doorknob, his lips parted in surprised. 

There’s a long moment of absolute, complete silence, in which Bitty completely forgets how to talk. 

Jack’s the one to speak first. “Well,” he says flatly. “This is awkward.”

If the situation were different, Bitty would chirp him for being so abysmally unhelpful. 

As is, he just lets out another frantic noise. “Tango, what on earth are you doing? I thought you were with the rest of the boys at the library, and why are you just barging into my room?”

Tango’s hands fly up and he takes a step backwards. “I’m sorry! I wanted to ask you something and didn’t think I’d be interrupting anything, I’m so sorry Bitty… wait.” Tango stops and squints. His face melts into something between confusion and delight. “Is that Jack Zimmermann?”

Behind him, Jack groans. Bitty seconds the sentiment.  

“Tango,” he says slowly, sucking in a fortifying breath. “Why don’t you go downstairs? Jack and I will be down in a minute and we’ll all talk. And don’t say a word to anyone, alright?”

Tango’s eyes widen and he shakes his head. “Of course not! I would never!”

Bitty shoos him out of the room after that, Tango still mumbling apologies under his breath. Bitty shuts the door behind him. 

“He won’t say anything,” Bitty says. Tango, for all his questions, isn’t stupid, and doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. 

“Uh,” Jack says, frowning. He’s standing up now, adjusting his shirt and smoothing his hair down. Bitty had done a number on it with his fingers, as per usual. “What are we going to say to him?”

“Oh my goodness, I don’t know,” Bitty says, dropping his face into his hands. “Lord I feel like I’m about to go give a teenager the birds and the bees talk, oh my god what are we going to say? And I thought you locked the door.”

Jack shrugs. “I was busy with other things.” Bitty can tell he’s worried - his mouth is a bit too tight and he’s frowning a little bit, but they’ve talked about telling the Haus anyways, so it’s probably just the shock of the moment that’s making him look a little nervous. Even so, Bitty can see the faint teasing glint in Jack’s eyes as they flick down over his half unbuttoned and rumpled shirt. 

“Jack Laurent Zimmermann,” Bitty admonishes, straightening his shirt hastily and crosses his arms over his chest. “You stop that right now and help me figure out how we are going to tell one of my teammates that I was making out with a NHL star in my bedroom in the middle of the afternoon.”

Jack steps forward and slings an arm over his shoulder and kisses Bitty’s temple. “It might be easier if we do it by just telling him I’m your boyfriend?”

Bitty sighs and sags into Jack’s side. This time, Jack kisses the top of his head. 

“Alright,” Bitty says, nudging Jack to the door. “Let’s get this over with.”

Consider: Tony buying Steve a “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” shirt for St. Patrick’s Day. He’s tickled to death when he presents it to Steve after his morning run. Steve recognizes that there’s a bit of a challenge there, in that Tony thinks Steve would be embarrassed to wear it. So Steve showers and puts it on. 

Tony’s only a little surprised and mostly delighted, and takes advantage of the excuse (as if he needs one) to kiss Steve at every turn. 

But then the rest of the team starts trickling into the kitchen for breakfast… and Tony realizes he may have made a mistake. 

Pepper and Rhodey are already sitting at the table when Steve and Tony get there. Rhodey just raises an eyebrow at Steve’s shirt, but Pepper grins and tugs on his sleeve until he leans down far enough for her to kiss his cheek. 
Clint wanders in next, grins at Steve’s shirt and plants a dramatic, sloppy kiss on Steve’s cheek. Wanda comes in on the tail end of that exchange, giggles at the way Steve is wiping his cheek and glaring at Clint, and drops a dainty little peck on his nose. 

Sam comes in with Bucky and Natasha just a minute behind him, and laughs before kissing Steve soundly on the cheek. Tony, at this point, is starting to reconsider the wisdom of his actions, when he looks up and spots the matching shit-eating grins on Bucky and Natasha’s faces. 

Natasha takes Steve’s face in her hands and pulls him into a kiss that has his eyes widening in surprise, and before he can catch his breath Bucky has taken her place. 

When he pulls away, Bucky and Natasha exchange high-fives, Steve is still breathless and a little dazed, Rhodey and Clint are both about two seconds from falling out of their chairs laughing, and Tony is openly sulking because the point was to make Steve blush and everyone else laugh, not for the entire team to make out with his boyfriend right in front of him. 

…and that’s when Thor comes in. He pauses for a moment, takes in Steve’s shirt, Tony’s pout, Bucky and Natasha’s self-satisfied grins. And then, in true Thor style, pretends to not understand midgardian culture or jokes (which is bullshit and the whole team knows it at this point, but it doesn’t stop him) and actually lifts Steve out of his chair to plant one on him, even more thorough than Bucky and Natasha’s.

Tony refuses to let Steve wear the shirt out of the house.

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*leans in close and whispers* Tony loves Steve. *flies off into the sun*

“Tony loves Steve,” Clint chanted in a sing-song voice as he ambled into the kitchen. He was dressed and wide-awake at six in the morning which meant he’d been up all night playing video games and was going to pass out as soon as he’d stuffed his face. Peter staggered in behind him, looking rumpled and nearly catatonic before nearly collapsing into the chair across from Bruce’s and laying his head down on the table which meant he’d let himself get talked into staying up all night playing video games with Clint.

Bruce pulled his plate closer to his chest and narrowed his eyes in warning.

Peter pouted.

Clint, as per usual, seemed unperturbed by the inherent threat of pissing him off and snatched a piece of toast off his place. “Tony and Steeeeeeve, sitting in a tree,” he sang, managing not to spew crumbs everywhere as he chewed. “F-U-C-K-I-N-G.”

“Make your own breakfast,” Bruce told him.

“First comes looooooove-”

“What is he doing?” Tony stood in the doorway, scowling fiercely at the empty coffeepot. His hair was sticking up like one of those troll dolls from the nineties and he was wearing a pair of silk pajama pants and one of Steve’s old Boston Marathon t-shirts. “Is he singing? Why is Clint singing before coffee? I thought we made a rule.”

Clint poured most of a box of Lucky Charms into a truly enormous bowl. “Then comes marriage-”

“Who is Clint marrying off in song and story?” Steve paused in the doorway long enough to drop a kiss on Tony’s head then stared digging through the fridge.

“You,” Clint said cheerfully. He reached around Steve for the container of chocolate milk and poured it liberally over his cereal. “I can’t figure out who’s in the baby carriage.”

Steve and Tony exchanged a glance and Bruce hid a grin behind his remaining piece of toast. “Peter,” they chorused in dual monotones.

“You guys all suck,” Peter mumbled into the table.

Clint clapped him on the back so hard he almost knocked him out of his chair. “Relax, Spider-Wimp, carriage comes after marriage and Mom and Dad are still living in sin.”

Steve put two sesame bagels in the toaster oven and handed Tony a glass of orange juice. “Marriage sounds good,” he said.

Bruce blinked. Clint paused with a heaping spoonful of cereal halfway to his open mouth. Peter picked his head up off the table.

Tony hummed as he drained the glass and handed it back. “Well, if the living in sin thing is bothering the kids.”

Steve took the glass and leaned in for a kiss. “Mmm. Tart. I’d want a priest.”

“I don’t have anything against priests.” Tony licked his lips. “I get to pick the honeymoon.”

The toaster dinged and Steve set the bagels on a couple of plates, handing one to Tony. “As long as you actually take time off from work, I don’t want to spend my honeymoon competing with your cell phone.”

“Deal.” Tony grabbed the cream cheese out of the fridge. “What are you thinking? Next summer?”

“Autumn,” Steve said. He hooked his foot around a kitchen chair and pulled it out from the table. “Autumn is a good time for an outdoor ceremony.”

“I’ll call Pepper after breakfast and we’ll figure out the best time for me to be gone for a few weeks.” Tony poured two more glasses of OJ and set them down as he took the seat next to Steve’s. “I’m not adopting Peter though.”

“I am an adult,” Peter said, his voice rising with each word.

“What just happened?” Clint asked Bruce, the chocolate milk from his cereal dripping on his pants. “Did I do that?”

“I think you did,” Bruce said. He slid his napkin across the table. 

“I want an amazing ring,” Tony said. He had his head on Steve’s shoulder and his eyes were drifting shut, his bagel untouched on its plate. “Huge. It has to be prettier than Pepper’s. I want to blind the paparazzi with it.”

Steve kissed the top of his head. “Eat your bagel and we’ll talk.”

Clint heaved a heavy sigh and shoved his cereal in his mouth. “Who are we kidding, you’re already married.”

“We’ve been together for six years,” Steve said. 

Bruce drained his tea and gathered his plate. “Just imagine. A honeymoon period six years in the making. And we have Clint to thank for it.”

Steve smirked. Peter whined at the table. Clint dropped his spoon and leaned around Peter to jab a finger in Steve’s face. “Oh no. No no no. Not again. Not an actual honeymoon. I’m not taking the fall for that. I quit. I’m joining the X-Men.”

“I already told Jan it was your idea,” Tony mumbled against Steve’s shoulder. He held up one hand to show his cell phone.

“Oh my god.” Clint stared at his cereal.

“This is why we have a rule against Clint singing before cereal,” Steve said.

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