Oh that’s an older one too, here ya go!
This was one of the first few gifsets I made, I think.
(sidenote: I made this set with no real intention of Spideypool implied, I just thought it would a fun thing for Steve to get uppity about at the time)
Why do you have fire1 etc as tags? o.o
Go check out Omegle Help
This blog is trying to help people who are looking for people serious about finding RP partners and want to specify their ships and whether they’re interested in fluff, angst, smut. It’s a really great idea and the system has been great so far. Not a lot of people are using it but I really wish they would. I’ve waited to promote it to see how I liked it and the codewords have been working out great lately, whenever I can find people. So instead of being on the Avengers tag or Domestic Avengers tag I can be on a SPECIFIC ship so I don’t end up accidentally RPing Peter/Banner. (…that’s a real example by the way.)
The code words change almost every day so give it a follow and remember to update your tags. Recently I mostly stay on the tags involving Deadpool, Spider-Man, Superfamily, and Daredevil.
So you guys remember how I said I wasn’t going to make a sequel to this? Well here’s the second chapter… there will be more.
Warning: NC-17 Stony
Tony’s leg restlessly tapped away beneath the café table, fourth cup of coffee that morning safely tucked between his hands. His eyes darted from the window back to his cup every few seconds, desperate for a glance through the windows. As much as he couldn’t wait patiently, he was the great Tony Stark and he didn’t want to seem too eager waiting for someone in this incredibly plain coffee shop. Grumbling to himself as he subtly gazed down at his watch, he took another sip of steaming hot coffee, enjoying the scalding burn down his throat.
The phone had rung this morning with false promises.
“Hello?” Tony answered his vibrating cellphone, not tearing his gaze from a new piece of armor he was developing for the Mark VIII.
“Hi Tony.” The blood in Tony’s veins stopped running and he nearly dropped the metal he was working with on his foot, missed it by only a few centimeters. It had been exactly one week since he’d heard his voice. That sweet, polite lull in his tone, the way it made Tony’s skin crawl when he could hear the expression in it.
“Steve…” He all but choked out, his tear ducts deciding they wanted a say in this interaction but Tony refused to let his emotions slip so suddenly.
How are you? Where are you? Are you coming home? Peter drew a picture of you last night. He misses his Papa. He’s really gotten the hang of crayons. I’m sorry. I fixed the toaster yesterday. Forgive me. I found a gray hair in the shower. I miss you so much. Please come back to me. Dummy knocked over my coffee. I’m begging you. Did you see those seals on the television? I’ll change, just let me hold you again. Everything he’d wanted to say to Steve in the past week, every little insignificant detail that had passed through his mind.
I really really love that you included things like ‘grey hair in the shower’ and random things he’d seen on television and complaining about dummy… Those really dumb trivial things that feels so right to casual share with your significant other whether they’re interested or not because that’s what they’re there for. SMgoisdnglkensdgeiowsdl um yeah feelings.
They’re gonna hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon tonight.
SCORE ONE FOR PETER!