tony drives me crazy

Welp, I FINALLY listened to Great Comet, AND…

I liked it. Quite a bit. I mean, that music was freaking amazing, I wish I knew the choreography for it (I mean if they won a Tony for it, it must be incredible). My only nitpick is DID NATASHA APOLOGIZE TO SONYA FOR THAT WHOLE ‘I HATE YOU, YOU’RE MY ENEMY’ SHIT????

anonymous asked:

hi!!! omg please, please continue the accidental love confessions drabble you wrote!!!!!! i am dying aaahhhhh what happened after omg pls

Here’s a short continuation of this just for you, lovely anon. <3

EDIT: cleaned up and both parts posted in one fic on ao3 right here

Tony can feel his heart in his throat and his pulse ricocheting through his body in an uneven rhythm. He drums his fingers against the rim of his arc reactor, the tap-tapping jagged and uneven over the thunderous beating of his heart. 

He clears his throat. “So,” he begins with forced nonchalance, “you wanna tell me what that was about?”

Steve is turned away from him, looking out the window, arms crossed over his chest. Tony can’t decide if it’s better or worse that he can’t see Steve’s face. 

When he gets no response after a long few seconds, Tony clears his throat pointedly.

Heaving a great sigh, Steve slowly turns around to begrudgingly face Tony. 

“You drive me crazy, Tony,” Steve says, his brow furrowed and his voice tight and weary all at the same time. 

“Yeah, I got that part,” Tony answers, waving his hand. “You tell me that all the time. I’m talking about the part where you randomly said ‘I love you’ in the middle of a debriefing.”

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This is for @flange5, who needed a pickmeup. I meant to have it posted last week, sorry I’m behind. :( 

She asked for some H/C and thanks to @arukou-arukou for the prompt. 

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Steve woke from a nightmare filled with mud, and the taste of wet metal, and snow whipping against his cheeks like miniature blades. For several seconds, he couldn’t move. His chest was paralyzed, his joints were frozen, and he was chilled straight down to his bones. He stared up at his ceiling, eyes wide and teeth chattering loudly in the silence, and he couldn’t breathe.

Above him, the heater kicked on with a loud fwoom and a blast of heat poured over him. He choked on the sudden influx of air, eyes watering in the heat, and then his muscles finally unlocked. He rolled out from under the press of the hot air onto his right side and managed to suck in a breath. The force of the air diminished to a gentle stream, warming up his room and chasing the chill out of his skin. Steve tugged his knees up and shivered while the room went from pleasantly warm to stiflingly hot. He dropped back onto his back and pushed the blankets away, groaning. The sheets were soaked in sweat and he felt weak as a cooked noodle.

“Captain Rogers?” Jarvis asked gently.

Steve sat up and braced his elbows on his knees. Even in the heat, his nightmare sweat was cooling on his skin, and he needed a hot shower and a cup of something warm, and he felt miserably sensitive. “I’m good, Jarvis. Thank you for the heat.”

“Of course. Shall I let Sir know that you’re awake?” Jarvis offered.

Steve hesitated. His skin was alive with tingles and he could feel the weave of the sheets against his skin, the hairs on his legs and arms were standing straight up, and even his nail beds felt sore. He could just ask Jarvis to warm up the shower and heat up the bathroom floor, and stand under the spray for as long as his overly sensitized skin could handle the punishment. Eventually the hypersensitivity would fade back to regular sensitivity, and could go back to ignoring it.

“If he’s… if he’s not busy,” Steve said instead. “Could you?”

“I am quite sure that he is not busy,” Jarvis said.

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Little Tony

[Summary]: You find a stray kitten on a mission and beg Tony to let you keep it.


[Pairing]: Tony x reader

Tagging: @bovaria @marvel-ash @dividedwecantfall @nostalgic-uncertainty @that-sokovian-bastard @the-real-tony-stank @just-call-me-mrs-captain @mellifluous-melodramas @i-dont-know-how-to-write @knittingknerdy @weirdnewbie

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“No,” said Tony sternly.

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stevetony ficlet: Quarantined!

MCU, post-CACW. For the “quarantined!” square on my stony bingo card.

Bruce pushed down his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. This was not how he had been hoping to spend his day.

From the other side of the small round glass window, Steve and Tony glowered daggers at him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, holding his hands up defensively. “But the quarantine protocols are for your safety as well as everyone else’s. Whatever that substance was, we need to keep you both isolated and under observation until we know if it has any infectious properties.”

Tony picked a clump of wobbly orange goop out of his hair and eyed it with distaste. The team had been responding to distress call in the Amazon when they had come across a hideous mound of sentient slime. Subduing it had been fairly straightforward, but its defence mechanisms apparently included spontaneous explosion, and both Steve and Tony had been hit.

“And how long is that going to take?” Steve asked in clipped tones. He glanced sideways at Tony.

“At least, uhh, a few hours,” Bruce said apologetically. It had only been a couple of months since the team had re-formed to battle Thanos, and the cracks of their fight over the Accords were still visible. They had modified the Accords and all signed them together, and the team had mostly set aside their differences and moved on.

Steve and Tony, however, were holding tight to their grudges. They avoided each other whenever possible, and Bruce had barely heard them pass two words to each other since he got back to find the team in ruins. Now, however, they seemed to have plenty that they wanted to say.

“So I’m stuck in here with him,” Tony glared at Steve. “Terrific.”

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Save the Last Dance for Me

Summary: Based on Michael Bublé’s Save the Last Dance for Me. 

Word Count: 1,772

Warnings: None.

A/N: Hope you all enjoy this :D 

“Hey, we’ll be there soon, don’t worry.”

“I know… I just promised her that I’d be there by tonight.”

“We’ll get there in time, man. Just relax.”

“I just—I promised her. She’s waiting for me.”

“She’ll understand.”

He scoffed, carding fingers through his hair, wishing there was some way he could teleport himself to her arms.

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You were lying on the couch, hugging a soft pillow when Tony poured you another glass of whiskey. Only the two of you remained in the living room and the rest of the Avengers were already sleeping in their rooms. You looked at the billionaire, smiling and reaching for the glass. 

“How about we play a game?” Tony suggested, looking into your eyes and smirking. He handed you the glass and leaned against the backrest. “Don’t worry. It won’t be spin the bottle." 

"So what do you suggest?” you asked, lifting your eyebrows and taking a sip of the alcohol. You made yourself more comfortable on the sofa. You were half sitting, still hugging the pillow and holding the glass. “But I must warn you,” your index finger was up in the air, threatening him, “at this state I’m in, you’ll be able to know a lot of my dirty secrets,” and then you laughed. 

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Real quick tho....

All I have watched is Straddle-Talkgate (working gate title) bc I have to get some sleep and I missed the ep tonight, but is nothing gonna talk about the Dom/sub play between Olitz? We not gone do it? The hair pulling, Olivia offering herself to Fitz, her undressing him, Olivia letting Fitz be the aggressor until she takes over and then relents? So was I the only one who saw it?

OK, cool. I’ll just be over here. Gonna watch 5 more times then hit the hay. Night y'all 😍😎😏😈

souldiertotheend  asked:

So there was this one really good stony fic that I can't remember and it's driving me crazy. Basically Tony and Steve are in a relationship but Steve ends up neglecting their relationship becuz he found Bucky and is trying to acclimate him to the modern world. Tony misunderstands their friendship and thinks they're actually in love, and resolves to break up with Steve so they could be together. This whole time Bucky is very belligerent towards Tony. Thanks in advance!

I’m pretty sure there’s a lot of this out there, but my first thought was Never Gonna Happen by Annehiggins, which actually doesn’t even fulfill all your requirements (Bucky’s mostly asleep in this one, iirc). Still, it’s a great fic so go read it! Haha. Anyone have any recs for this? :)

EDIT:  This might also be Coffee into Theorems by BladeoftheNebula (which I’m only 60% sure I’ve read before, but I’m going to read it again anyway to make sure), or  gonna be trouble by fictionalcandie, which I love and recommend ♥ Thanks, flange5​!


Scandal cast on Ellen 9.25.14 (Full) [per request]

Hindsight Is 20/20 (SICWOP Chapter 13)

A/N: This chapter is a little fluffy and also sets the stage for a big chapter 14. We meet Tony’s youngest daughter, Tess in this chapter, and we also get more Ciarrai prep. A lot will happen next chapter, a wedding included! 

As always thank you so much for reading, and enjoy! 


“The roses have to be pink.” Tess insisted, pacing back and forth as Kerry laid on the couch, rubbing her belly and observing Tess’s version of wedding planning. “Well I don’t care if they’re out of season, they need to happen. This is a wedding not a bat mitzvah.” Tess hung up the phone with a flourish, clapping excitedly as she crossed the room to sit at the end of the couch.

“I am so glad you’re letting me help out.”

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Sugar? Milk? Friend?(Clint Barton)

“Isn’t this a surprise?” Y/N said as she saw Steve standing in front of her door with bags of groceries. “Hey, can I come in?” He asked. “Sure.” She said and he walked in.

“What can I help you with?” She asked him. “It’s Tony. He’s being reckless and its driving me crazy.” Steve said and placed the groceries on her table.

“You want my therapist answer or friend answer?” She asked him. He sighed and laid on her couch. “Both.” He answered. “Alright.” She said and sat in her other couch.

“Tony’s been through a lot. He’s been in space and saw things you couldn’t imagine. He’s had anxiety attacks ever since.” She said. “He has?” Steve asked and looked at her.

“Yeah.” She said. “What’s your friend answer?” He asked. “Ask him out.” She smiled. “Seriously?” Steve asked. “Hey, maybe he’s driving you crazy because of the way his hair looks in the sun.” She said in a poetic voice.

She laughed and Steve threw a pillow at her and she fell off her couch. “Oh hell no.” She said and then threw it back at him and he fell off the couch.

She laughed and he stood up. “I’m not fighting you on this.” He said. “Because I’d win. So, how’s the search for Bucky?” She asked. “Not good.” He said.

“I’m actually going with Sam to follow a lead.” He said. “I brought you some food cause we finished most of it last night.” He said as he walked to the door.

“Thanks. I’ll you later.” Y/N said. “Bye.” He gave her a hug and walked out. She shut the door and then saw Natasha on her couch watching Tv.

“Morning to you too.” Y/N said to her. “Window was open.” She said and bit the apple in her hand. “No it wasn’t.” Y/N said. “Well, it wasn’t lock.” She told her.

“What we’re you and Cap talking about?” She asked. “Can’t talk about it.” She said. “Right. So, what do you wanna do today? Steve and Sam are gone. Rhodey and Tony are in a meeting. Wanda and Vision are on a date.” Nat said.

“Are they?” Y/N asked. “No, but they will be.” Nat said. “They are adorable.” Y/N said. “Yeah, Wanda really likes him.” Nat added.

“I think we should just stay here and watch Tv. Unless you have somewhere to be.” Y/N said. Nat shrugged. “Not really.” She said.

“Alright. Harry Potter Marathon.” Y/N said.


Halfway through the second movie, there was a knock at the door. “I’ll get it.” Y/N said. “I’ll get more snacks.” Nat said and walked into the kitchen.

Y/N opened the door and saw Clint. “Hey.” She smiled. “Hey, do you have any sugar?” He asked her. “I think so. Steve came in and gave me some food, I’ll go check.” She said.

“Come in.” She said as she walked into the kitchen. “Is that Clint?” Nat whispered. “Yeah, do I have any sugar?” Y/N asked as she looked through the bags.

“How much?” Y/N shouted as she found it. “Two cups.” Clint said back. She came back with the entire bag. “Here.” She said and handed it to him.

“I just wanted two cups.” Clint said. “And I don’t have measuring cups anymore. Jane took them.” She said. “Alright. Thanks.” He said and walked to the door.

“Bye, Clint.” Y/N said. “Bye, Y/N.” He said and walked out.

Nat came back with a bowl of popcorn and cookies. “Shall we?” She asked. “We shall.” Y/N responded and they continued watching.


It was the middle of the fourth movie and there was another knock. “I’ll get it.” Y/N sighed. “I’m going to the bathroom.” Nat said and walked away.

“Hey, Clint. What do you need?” Y/N asked as she opened the door. “Do you have any milk?” He asked with a smile on his face. “How much?” She asked.

“Three cups.” He answered. “In the fridge.” She said and opened the door wider so he could come in. “What are you making?” Y/N asked him.

“Some tacos.” He said. “With sugar and milk? Why don’t you just order them?” She asked him. “It won’t feel as good as when I make them myself.” He said.

“They won’t taste as good when you add milk.” Y/N laughed. He got the cups of milk, “Thanks.” He smiled at her. “No problem.” She smiled back.

“I’ll see you later.” Y/N said. “Sure thing. We have a Walking Dead Marathon tomorrow.” He said and walked out. “If he interrupts us one more time, I’ll kill him.” Natasha said as she came back from the bathroom.


“That, was beautiful.” Natasha said. Y/N yawned. “I’m tired.” She said. Natasha yawned back, “I am too.” She said. “You can sleep here if you’d like.” Y/N said.

“Thanks, but someone needs to keep everyone in check back at the tower.” Nat said. “Alright. I’ll see you later.” Y/N said. “Bye.” Nat said and she walked out the front door.

Just as Y/N was about to go to sleep, she heard someone knocking at the door. She looked through the peephole and saw it was Clint.

“What do you need?” She asked as she opened the door. “A friend.” He said and Y/N saw the tears in his eyes. She then hugged him and let him cry on her shoulder.