Iron Man. That’s kind of catchy. It’s got a nice ring to it. I mean it’s not technically accurate. The suit’s a gold titanium alloy, but it’s kind of provocative, the imagery anyway. happy birthday tony stark ♡
Mel’s Favourite Movies→ Iron Man (2008) “Iron Man. That’s kind of catchy. It’s got a nice ring to it. I mean it’s not technically accurate. The suit’s a gold titanium alloy, but it’s kind of provocative, the imagery anyway.”
Alright, so Lance is standing on top of a bridge. He’s in some tuxedo, looking tired and ragged. He looks down over the railing, down to the cold waters below.
He thinks how easy it would be to end it, but two wedding bands, gold and silver, stop him for a moment. He smiles, thinking back.
Lance smiled as he entered first year of college. Walks into class and sees a platinum blond beauty.
He strikes up a conversation and asked her out on a date, makes a fool of himself because that person is a beautiful man. The laughter escaping was beautiful too as he introduced himself as Lotor.
Lotor asks Lance if the man’s offer for a date still stands and Lance says yes.
The date was fun.
Three days later, Lotor kissed Lance
A weak later, they made love.
Many more dates came later with joy.
Some days it was hard. It took time for some family members to accept and others to lose touch. But Lance loved Lotor and Lotor loved Lance. It was all that mattered.
They moved into an apartment together at the end of the school year. They celebrated. They get a cat and named her Blue.
It was Lance who asked Lotor’s hand in marriage and Lotor said yes. Gold was Lance’s, Silver ’ s was Lotor’s.
The wedding was small, but the Honeymoon was Grand. Zarkon pulled the stick out of his ass and gave the newly weds free range with no cash limit in Ireland.
A good wonderful four, nearly happy years. They talked about kids. Adopting or finding a woman willing to be the baby mama.
Lotor fainted one day while at work. He thought he was just tired. He didn’t tell Lance. ***
When Lotor fainted again, he nearly fell down the stairs, but Lance caught him.
They go to a Doctor.
It’s Cancer in the brain.
They try Chemotherapy.
Lotor loses all of his hair. He asks Lance if he’s still beautiful. Lance says always and kisses him.
Lotor watches how Lance struggled. He’s realistic. Tells Lance that he wants him to move on when he’s gone. Lance laughed and said Lotor isn’t going anywhere.
1 year and Lotor is gone. Lance is lost. Lotor leaves one note behind.
“Please Love Again ”
The funeral was beautiful. Lotor picked his own casket, his own flowers, his own clothes. Lance was there for it all.
And here Lance was now, standing on a bridge.
His blood shot eyes waver as he thinks of ending it all. He crawled over the railing, hearing as the water and wind rushed by.
He closed his eyes, ready to fall.
Two strong arms pull him back. Pulls him back over the ledge and onto the ground. Hands pin him down hard as a stranger looks down at him with violet eyes.
Lance can’t help but let tears fall, as a stranger held him close and told him whatever it was, it was okay. Life shouldn’t end yet.
Keith introduced himself, handing over a hot cup of coffee over to Lance. They talk. Keith says something funny, that causes Lance to smile and laugh. It was something Lance never thought he’d be able to do again. Keith’s heart flutters at Lance’s laughter.
They meet again as friends.
Keith gets invited to Lance’s home. Lance leaves to make tea, leaving Keith to explore. He knocks over a book, with a letter in it.
“To the one who loves him. Thank you. Lance needs to be loved and he needs someone to love too. I hope you are cute.*Lotor*”
Keith puts the book back and sits back down, his heart pounding.
Blue likes Keith
Keith asks Lance out for a date. Lance says no, not right now. He’s not ready. Keith understands.
They get drunk one night and things happened. It went on like that after awhile, mainly sober at times too.
A year later, they start dating.
Another year later and they are happy. Keith has a ring in his back pocket. It’s neither silver or gold, but titanium black.
Lance is happy with three rings on his finger, thrilled to be in the arms of his new husband.
Lance loved again.
top 15 marvel movies (as voted by my followers) - #9 Iron Man ↳ “Iron Man. That’s kind of catchy. It’s got a nice ring to it. I mean it’s not technically accurate. The suit’s a gold titanium alloy, but it’s kind of provocative, the imagery anyway.”
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Gold wire all around accented with spirals.
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After making a complete fool out of yourself in front of Peter, you tried to convince yourself that it’s better that you would never see him again. He was in Queens and you didn’t even live in the city anymore. That evening, Tony told you that he decided not to become an Avenger yet, just like you thought. Pepper, who was still slightly mad at Tony’s assumption that Peter would agree, was actually joining you two for dinner in a restaurant by the facility. Ever since Tony appointed her as CEO, you rarely saw her.
There was very little conversation, but you presumed that both of them were tired after distracting the reporters from the identity of the youngest Avenger. What you didn’t know was that Tony had confided what Peter had said to Pepper. He was more than willing to let the boy do it alone without his help, but Pepper wanted to at least sway you to forgive him. “How is that boy at Midtown you were talking about last time?” she suddenly asked, “Peter?”
You looked at her strangely, not noticing Tony’s warning glance to her. “Yeah? He just turned down being an Avenger about six hours ago?”
Pepper nodded at the information as if it was new to her. She desperately wished she could learn how to get information out of teenagers. It didn’t help that Pepper hasn’t seen you for quite some time. She could handle the difficulties that her job presented her on a daily basis. This should be easy. Glancing at Tony, Pepper decided if she didn’t want to appear dense, she’d have to confess a lie. “I just wanted to know why he would turn it down. Not many teenagers would.”
Rolling his eyes, Tony interjected, “Some kids aren’t ready for the responsibility.” Before you could say anything, he continued, “Y/N, I was looking into high schools in the area. Homeschooling is always an option.” Tony knew what topic would get you distracted, but, evidently, it wasn’t enough to distract you from Peter.
“I prefer the high school experience,” you stated before switching the topic, “If anything, Peter could handle the responsibility. It’s his ambition. He claims that he would be okay with missing high school to become an Avenger, but he realized how much he’d miss out on when presented with the choice.” You took a sip of water, hoping that neither saw how well you actually knew Peter. Dinner came shortly after and the conversation flowed smoothly after.
By Monday, Tony found you a great school in the area and made sure that every record they had concerning you had Y/L/N instead of Stark. You had your first day there on Wednesday, meaning you had to get all your books and supplies. It was less interesting as Midtown, but it was just as challenging.
On Saturday, you began helping your dad in his lab. He was only repairing a faulty piece of machinery, but it was nice to be included. Tony hasn’t been traveling since he took Peter’s suit away(which he told you that he returned to Peter) so it was nice to spend some time with him. It was late when you made it back to your room, but, even in the darkness, you saw something hanging from your ceiling.
When you turned on the light, you recognized the web fluid that Peter was always perfecting. He had attached your favorite candy to your ceiling. There was a note with his distinctive handwriting on it. Are you made of beryllium, gold, and titanium? You must be since you are BeAuTi-ful. The stupid science pun made you roll your eyes slightly and you noticed more words on the back of the paper. P.S. Don’t touch the web. It’ll dissolve in two hours. This was scrawled, as if he thought of it last minute.
You went to your window, wondering if this meant he was here. There was no one by your window, which you suspected. Peter wouldn’t have left a note if he planned on confronting you. The candy was swinging slightly and you held onto it, careful not to touch the web fluid. A faint smile was on your lips, until you recalled why you were upset with him. Despite the deliciousness of the candy, you were not easily swayed by sugar.
Another week had passed until Peter had left another gift. That time, it was a bouquet of various flowers hanging from the ceiling. Are you a singularity? Not only are you attractive, but the closer I get to you, the faster time seems to slip away. You snorted at that one and placed it aside. Tony, who had just walked into your room to check what you wanted for dinner, looked at the setup with shock. After reading the note, he mentioned amusedly, “Nothing says teenage romance like physics puns.”
“Are you just letting this go?” You asked hesitantly.
“Y/N, you’re a teenage girl,” Tony stated from the doorway, “I’ve come to terms that teenage boys will want to date you. Besides, you could do worse than the Spider kid. You knew him before I did.” He laughed a bit at your shocked expression. “Don’t think I don’t remember when you had a crush on Capsicle and suddenly forgot about him when you got your tutor.” Your cheeks turned red at the mention, since Steve was now, despite the tensions between your father and him, like your uncle.
Peter had come to your room, once a week, leaving different notes and gifts each time. You thought about trying to catch him in the act, but the kid was sneaky and the cameras just happen to malfunction whenever he’s there, as you suspect to be Tony’s doing. You met up with Michelle occasionally, who’d mention Peter and how abnormally casual he’s been lately. Of course, she’s not watching him, or anything, as Michelle claims quickly after.
After the mixtape that you found webbed to your wall, along with the note, I’m so strongly attracted to you, scientists will have to discover a fifth fundamental force, you decided that it was time to see Peter for the first time in a month and a half to talk about the little issue of breaking into your room.
After convincing Tony to let you take a half day of school on Monday, you were driven to Midtown just in time for the end of last period. You thanked Happy and reassured him that you wouldn’t be long. He sighed a bit, reminding you to text him if anything changes. Happy was a little overprotective, but it was slightly endearing. You waved before entering the familiar front doors of your old high school.
For the next fifteen minutes, you stood in the hallway, hoping that no teacher would notice you or recognize that you didn’t go to the school anymore. You were impatiently waiting by Peter’s locker with your arms crossed. The final bell rang, signaling the wave of students anxious to leave. No one seemed to notice you, which didn’t bother you too terribly.
Ned saw you before you could see either of them. He quickly nudged Peter who looked up with a surprised expression. He turned back to Ned. “I’ll meet you in a few minutes.”
“But I want to talk to Y/N as well,” he pointed out, “Plus, we were going to hang out before you go off to your ‘Stark Internship’.”
Peter looked at him with pleading eyes. “I’ll be out in a few minutes and you might be able to talk to her.” He looked at you, standing by his locker with no discernible emotions to judge. “Depending on if she’s mad at me.” Sighing, Ned headed towards his locker without Peter.
So many thoughts were running through Peter’s mind as he approached his locker. Sure, it was easy to appear confident in those little notes he gave you, but he has been so nervous that he hasn’t heard anything from you since he started leaving the little gifts. Peter thought you would have texted him to give him some sort of insight about how you felt, but he had heard nothing.
When you looked up, you looked at him and said with exaggerated shock, “A mixtape? Really?”
Peter shrugged slightly with his head tilted. “It requires more effort and thought than a Spotify playlist. Aunt May helped me.” Sticking his hands in his pockets, Peter looked at you with hopeful eyes. “Have you listened to it?”
“Unfortunately, I don’t live in the 80s, so I haven’t had the chance yet.” You tried not to smile, but Peter caught you smile a bit. “The science puns as well? Didn’t think you were pushing it?”
“I could try American History. I’m not as well versed as I am in Physics, so bear with me.” Peter willed himself to say it without stuttering. “If you ask Thomas Paine, he’ll tell that dating me is Common Sense.” While he saw you smile clearly at that, he noticed some distance between the two of you. Not willing to look into your eyes, Peter looked down. “I’m really sorry, Y/N. I did something stupid that got you in trouble. I betrayed your trust in me. I can understand if you wanted to move on and forget about me.” Grinning half heartedly, he mentioned, “I wouldn’t be too hard to forget, especially for you.”
“Especially for me?” You echoed.
In the mostly empty hallway, Peter shrugged, still adorning a fake smile while admitting his insecurities. “Y/N Stark. You’ve met most of the Avengers. People would love to be your friend or more. I’m just Peter Parker, some guy trying to desperately cling onto something I threw away. I’m not nearly important enough.”
“Peter, if I wanted people to be my friends, why didn’t I tell everyone I was a Stark before I did? If I was unsatisfied with being friends with "some guy”, why did I try my hardest to keep my friendship with him?“ You asked him rhetorically. Looking down at your hands, you sighed. "It hurt when you lied. I thought Tony was lying actually.”
Gathering all of his confidence took a few seconds. If he could be Spiderman, he could do this. Just a step. Peter took one step closer to you and gently placed his hand on your cheek. Flustered, you looked up. “I’m truly sorry.”
You nodded. “I know.” Leaning in closer, you were shocked to see Peter pull back. When he saw your look of confusion, Peter chuckled a bit. “I’ve been imagining that moment for too long now to kiss you in a hallway. When I kiss you, I want it to be more romantic than this.”
“I would kiss you anywhere, Peter. It wouldn’t matter to me.” Since it obviously mattered to him, you didn’t press the object any further.
The next time the two of you had a free day together, he took you to a little Italian restaurant, close to his apartment. It wasn’t until the two of you left the restaurant did Peter pull you close to him. You could feel him smiling against your lips and wanted to laugh. Was under the stars romantic enough for the hopeless romantic?
People were screaming everywhere, but it was nothing compared
to the loud squeaking noise of the machines and the reeking, hot scent of
butter and sugar. The fair…, you
Families and groups of friends were happily running around,
making you feel dizzy as you tried to find your target. You wanted to push everyone
out of your way, but instead you dodged between them. You stopped to have a
good look around at your surroundings, turning on yourself in the crowd.
Soon people started to raise eyebrows as they walked past
you, their eyes scanned you from head to toe. You rolled your eyes, choosing to
focus on your mission rather than their sly smirks.
Yes, you were wearing a tight spandex black suit, so what?
It was your battle outfit and it made you feel confident and strong. The kind
of feelings that make saving the world a bit less stressful.
AA!SteveTony - the one where the married dorks get on to becoming married dorks. Continued from this fic. For @ishipallthings <33
Word Count: ~1500 Warnings: None, only fluff
Steve opened his eyes with a start in the room he claimed as his in the SHIELD facility that the Avengers were temporarily calling home. The room was little more than a barracks; it should have been familiar, but nothing had felt familiar in a while.
Brows drawn in concentration, Steve focused on where he knew the speakers were located.
“Tony?” he rasped up at the ceiling, staring blindly into the dark. When there was no answer, he murmured wryly, “I’m losing sleep because of you.”