#and uh maybe get married 👉👈

[rosicheeks]

Rosie, the blooming flowers of your soul,

Carpets the mind of this humble writer,

Your radiant smile is made to console,

The world so it turns ever so brighter.

Poetry made manifest by your celestine power,

Continue being a soft candle ever glowing,

To rain upon the darkness as a gentle shower,

Sprouting forests in beauty growing,

Healing all you touch.

🥹🥹🥹

[differenteagletragedy]

could we maybe get some more group poly hcs but them as parents 👉👈 i just think that household would be chaotic (affectionate)

-- Baxter learns to sew. He's never been like averse to the idea, but having such a large family it just sort of makes sense. Then he gets into it and makes curtains for the house, the kids' Halloween costumes, etc.

-- Derek reads the bedtime stories. Baxter embellishes them. Sometimes he goes too far and Derek makes him leave.

-- Before you have kids, Cove needs to make absolutely sure that everybody is all in, because his parents' divorce was hard on him and he doesn't want to do that to his own kid. There are going to be lots of long talks.

-- Baxter and Derek both join the PTA and they are not going to hold back.

-- Cove teaches them how to swim in the pool as early as possible. Derek installs a serious security fence around the pool. Baxter worries anyway.

-- The preschool is doing a dance recital and they need a parent to volunteer to help? Fine, Baxter will choreograph it, but he won't like it (it's because he will love it).

-- This isn't like breaking news, but Cove cries over everything with the kids. Everybody expects Baxter to tease him about it, but he never would, he thinks it is so precious.

-- Cove goes overboard with birthdays and Christmas. Like, really overboard. He just loves giving gifts! But Christmas, with the gifts for everyone, is an actual nightmare. Just piles and piles, Derek's scared it might be a fire hazard.

-- This isn't about the kids, but Derek makes sure the tree is safe for Baxter's cats.

-- Baxter teaching his kids to dance before school dances.

-- The kids coming up to their dads and asking them for dating advice and all three of them are like "Uh ... well ... you see ...."

Cove: Could you try attaching yourself to their hip for years and never ever admitting how you feel and getting embarrassed if they ever bring it up?

Derek: Maybe you could ask them to marry you but then tell them that you don't like them like that but tell them that you see yourself marrying them anyway?

Baxter: Perhaps ... no, don't listen to me.

You: *deep sigh*

-- You know that scene from the beginning of "Home Alone" where everyone is running around and they order like 20 pizzas and it's all loud and crazy? Yeah it's kind of like that every day.

-- But it should go without saying that none of them would ever forget an entire dang kid at home when they go on vacation.

[mr-ding-dong]

DBD men... And would I blow them?

...

The Trapper - No, I just feel like he'd be way too rough.

The Wraith - Yes yes yes... I will not further explain my reasoning.

The Hillbilly - no, I know he's musty from being in those walls for ages. But I'd give him a hug.

The Doctor - HELL NO... he creeps me tf out, and he's a huge psychopath... Most killers are, but he's on a special level.

The Shape - Probably, like in a really odd circumstance.

The Clown - Nope, I know for a fact he probably has some disease down there. Mungy clown.

The Cannibal - No... But I'd give him a hug and head pats.

The Legion (Frank) -... Maybe, he's a mixed bag for me. Probably not, simply because of Jules.

The Legion (Joey) - Yes, he's hot. Duh.

The Nightmare - Nope, I'd rather kill him.

The Ghost face - Yes, why not, seems like a fun time.

The Demogorgon - IT'S A BEAST ALIEN, WHY WOULD I DO THAT?

The Oni - I'd be down, ngl. Like 👉👈 perhaps I'd go down if my life was spared from his blood rage 👀

The Deathslinger - Nope, notta chance. Sorry... But no.

The Executioner -... Yes, he's definitely musty... But I'm willing to somewhat look past it. Just no damn scarab beetles.

The Blight - Nope, I don't want any of the infection juice he's having. I wouldn't even high five him without ten gloves on.

The Trickster - Nope, I hate him. I don't care if he's hot, he's not getting any, I'd rather kick his ass.

The Cenobite -... Probably. Not in the chatter skin, but if the chains don't go through my skin and just kinda tie... I'd be okay.

The Dredge - Wtf even is it? Does it even have one? No... Ew.

The Mastermind - Nah, I'm good. He doesn't need more of an ego trip. I'll be passing on that even if he's British.

The Nemesis - No... Again... Does it even have one?

The Singularity - Does it even have one #3? And no! I'd rather feed it a bomb and watch it explode, before high fiving Gabriel.

The Knight - Handjob... I feel like something is wrong down there so my mouth ain't touching shit.

The Good Guy - No, he's a married man and a doll. And a father! No... I'm not that type.

Jake Park - Yes, already on knees. No hesitation.

Dwight Fairfield -... Out of pity, sure. But only once.

David King - Nope. Not my type, too rough and weird face... Ngl.

Bill Overbeck - No, he's cool... But like in a badass grandpa type of way.

Ace Visconti - No... I can smell the STDs off of him, I don't trust that man.

Adam Francis - Sure, he seems nice, probably clean too.

Jeff Johansen - Nah... I'll pass. A bit too much like a relative.

Quentin Smith - Sure...if I don't stare at his face for a long time, because they really messed up his face.

Steve Harrington -... Yes. I won't deny it.

Ash Williams - He looks like my father, so no.

David Tapp - Nope, probably married or something and I don't do that.

Felix Richter - I just don't vibe that way, I forget he exists most of the time. So no.

Leon Kennedy - YES. Sorry Ada, but YES.

Jonah Vasquez -Nope, I just don't really... Like the vibes... I'll pass.

Yoichi Asakawa - He's so sweet, so yeah... Plus he's pretty. I'd be down.

Gabriel Soma - 100%, he's definitely traumatized but who isn't from the survivors...and killers.

Vittorio Toscano - I don't usually go for much older men or beards....but I'd be down.

Renato Lyra - I like messy hair, I'm a sicker for it. So as long as he doesn't cut his hair, my knees are on the ground.

Nicholas Cage - No! He is a married man with kids. Nuh uh.

Alan Wake - Nah... No offense but he looks like a cheaper Keanu Reeves. I'll pass.

[halfagone]

DID YOU SAY THAT YOU READ WEBTOONS? What uh.... What are your favorites? 👉👈 I'm still trying to wean off reading manga, and the only webtoons I've read are Queen Cecia Wears Knickerbockers and Wayne Family Adventures 😂

Yes, I have read quite a few Webtoons in my day (Why do I sound so old right now?) I have not heard about the Queen Cecia Webtoon, but Wayne Family Adventures is a very good choice, in my totally unbiased opinion. 🤣

If you want more DC Webtoons, then there is Red Hood: Outlaws and there is Zatanna & The Ripper. I haven't caught up with either of them, but if you do love those characters or want to see more from them, I definitely commend checking those out. There was also the Vixen: NYC Webtoon, but unfortunately that one seems to be cancelled now. 🥺

If you're interested in completed Webtoons, then I have a few offerings. I love Siren's Lament, it's a wonderfully complicated Webtoon even if it does hurt my heart sometimes. Gourmet Hound is more of a slice of life with some drama for added effect, but I really did adore that Webtoon that the art was just so cute!! Flow has some incredible worldbuilding mechanics and it's just so tasty. If you want more hero Webtoons, then there's I Don't Want This Kind of Hero, although that one does contain some distressing themes at times so like... beware. And then there is one of my ultimate favorites, which is called Gepetto, which is inspired and based on the Pinocchio tale but more futuristic and dystopian, if that's your fancy.

As for ongoing Webtoons, there's Marry My Husband, which is one of those time travel Webtoons where the MC dies and comes back to life sometime in the past and tries to fix their future. The main story is done, but they do have side stories which have been super cute to read.

There's the ever famous The Remarried Empress, and you'll probably see a lot of references to characters from this Webtoon if you read other Webtoons with a similar premise of- arranged marriage, terrible consort, attractive male lead that is decidedly not the husband, but don't worry he will be.

There is a newer Webtoon called I am the Villain, which is part of the Isekai genre, I would say. It's a beautiful Webtoon, the art is just stunning, and I have no idea what's going on but I'm having a great time.

For more action-based Webtoons, there is Eleceed and if anything happened to my boy Jiwoo I will kill everyone in this room and then myself. And apparently I've done a poor job of that promise because this boy has gone through it, but he still a sweetheart and I love him for that.

There's also the Omniscient Reader, which was actually originally a webnovel called Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, but has since been turned into a manhwa and it's so long but it's so good. I love my sunfish man and ugly squid king (bonus points to anyone who knows that reference).

Here is a Webtoon I have complicated feelings about: Tower of God. This was actually the first ever piece of media I published fanfiction for. It's this really incredible, complex, mind-bending fantasy Webtoon. It is very long, it currently stands at 581 chapters and counting. Unfortunately, the fandom ruined the experience for me, and I pretty much quit all of my fics and that's how I found myself here in the DPxDC fandom! There is an anime for it, currently just Season 1 is out but fingers crossed on Season 2! 🤞But definitely read it first before you watch because the pacing is a little fast for the anime and you don't get that same sweet, sweet tension. I am lucky enough that I do still have one beloved friend that I can talk about Tower of God with, or else I think I probably wouldn't have put it on this list at all.

Eleceed, Omniscient Reader, and Tower of God are all manhwas, which are Korean manga for a shorthand explanation. So if you want to wean yourself off those forms of fiction then... maybe stay away from these because they can suck you in.

Speaking of beloved friend, @midnightenigma recommended to me the Like Wind on a Dry Branch Webtoon, and I am still so upset about it because I will never be the same. 😭 The worldbuilding for this Webtoon is amazing and I adore the slow building romance and plot, and the exploration of grief and just- I am not okay.

I have more things I could recommend but that's... probably as much as I should offer now. lol I hope you find a treat to read from the bunch, though!

[lonesome--hunter]

hi josiah has been on my mind a lot lately bc im writing a cult whump story and stuff... and im like obsessively imagining my protag (mary) being married off to josiah instead of her canon wife naomi... and like being indoctrinated into a different cult (the cult of horrible suffering and pet whumpees)... and like, she could still have her prayer closet and she could be locked into the closet by josiah and she could still be starved and have it be called "fasting".... and all that...... im foaming at the mouth i kinda rly wanna write a crossover fanfic but i'd have to reread the entirety of the devil's highway to get a good grip on my man again. god i love josiah. he would be SUCH a horrible husband to mary in many respects but then he would also be a very good husband in some ways and aaaaaaaa mary would absolutely 100% believe divorce is not an option and she would also help josiah cope with his suicidal tendencies and GOD ALL OF IT IS SO GOOD IN MY HEAD. im even coming off anon to share all of this even tho im usually too afraid AJDJSKSKSK anyway uh what do u think abt me writing a little fanfic maybe potentially sometime in the future...👉👈 im saying it now tho, i will Not be able to get josiah's awesome accent to work bc im not good enough of an english speaker for that AJDJDKDK but yeah i. am rabid about this concept

in my head, the fic would kinda go like this. mary's upbringing would be the same as in canon, so her family dies in an accident and shes raised by her religious grandma. her grandma passes when shes 19 and from then on shes very alone. and in the crossover she would like work as a waitress in the small town josiah frequents, in a diner he frequents. and they meet often and they kinda fancy each other and mary is religious like josiah and they talk abt jesus sometimes and also josiah eventually takes her out. and then josiah is just like okay that was enough courting i am now taking her By Force. so he kidnaps her on their next date. and then mary is just forced to be a nice stay at home wife and put up with josiah's human pets and cook and clean and go to church with him. they have a backyard wedding in front of god only because thats the only guy that matters anyway. mary is like fucking terrified all the time forever but also she has good moments with josiah and she grows to care for him deeply... im sorry i rambled so much but like yea this lives in my head rent fucking free

BB I HAVE NEVER WANTED ANYTHING MORE IN MY LIFE.

I've been feeling crummy with health stuff and this makes my day so much!

I cannot wait to read it!

[themountainsays]

I been thinking about the cursed AU were everyone is allowed to be incestuous except Isabela like she is asking Julieta who is sitting on Pepa's lap while pepa kisses her neck if she could pretty please be allowed. to join the Grandchildren poly relationship (Minus Antonio) she really just wants Mirabel but she wouldn't mind being included with the rest but Mirabel is her desire and Julieta goes no you have to marry a guy to preserve of our image once you do that and have a few kids than maybe you can go be with them.

Omg reverse curse of venus yes. Curse of Mars or something. And poor girl 😔😔 we know she's sistersexual, exclusively attracted to her own sisters, she can't stand seeing everyone else get to smooch and hug Mirabel (and... sit her on their laps 👉👈). She wants some Mirabel too 😭😭😭😭😭

Also i love the implication that everyone is so open about their feelings and big on PDA like Julieta is there getting hickeys from her sister or something and chatting with her daughter about whether or not she's allowed to date baby sister Mirabel. I find that oddly adorable for some reason, like the kids grow up seeing the adults so in love with each other uwu. Despite the, uh, innappropriate aspect lmao

[alovesongshewrote]

vamp doux x reader 👉👈

Munch Munch | Hisirdoux Casperan HCs

munch munch, tw for blood and some spice (it doesn't go too far), hope you enjoy anon!

Taglist:  @furblrwurblr​ @sorrels-scribbling​ @anxious-stitcher​ @alive-and-afraid​ @animedweeb333​ @douxiesdamsel​ @saroski05 @blixeon​ @mxcheese​ @prismarts @lady-of-a-castle

Ok, i’ve gotta be honest

If douxie was a vampire, i don’t think too much would change

What, he has to avoid the sunlight now?

He did that already

Nocturnal?

Nothing is changing there

Wears mostly black and has a home decorated with skulls?

That’s just how he lives

The only major difference between normal wizard douxie and vampire (wizard?) douxie is uh

The whole thirst for blood

Thing

It stands to reason then, that dating vampire douxie is very much the same with a few notable exceptions

1) There are fewer dates involving garlic bread

And 2) His skin feels a lot colder to the touch

Other than that, dating vamp douxie is mostly staying up late with him while he tells you to go to sleep

Cuddling with him in the summer because it’s like cuddling an ice cube

Sharing an umbrella on sunny days

Wearing silver when you’re irritated at something he’s done

(which results in vast amounts of puppy dog eyes until you forgive him)

Or… maybe that would be baby bat eyes?

Anyway

Dating vamp doux also includes:

Not getting married in a church

Learning about vampire lore and history

Cuddling with douxie, but he’s in bat form (or wolf form- because apparently that was a thing dracula could do)

Keeping douxie away from garlic

Avoiding his fangs when you kiss him

Admiring his fangs in general

And having him teach you how to fight vampires

Now

Those are some cute headcanons

But uh

I know what you’re really looking for

It’s the biting

And the blood drinking

And the being turned into a vampire by your beloved so that the two of you can live your vampire lives side by side for however long you please

I mean

Whoever turned douxie gave him those fangs for a damn reason, and i intend to write about it

Now

There are two ways vamp douxie could bite you (and drink from you)

And there another two ways douxie could turn you into a vampire, plus one where he isn’t the one turning you

We’re gonna start with the biting, because it’s fun

So

Way 1: you convince Douxie to bite you because you’re curious, and you want to know what it feels like to get munched

And i mean

It takes some convincing to get him to bite you

But once he agrees to do it?

Heh

You’re in for a ride

I'm thinking

You pull him into your bedroom

You lie down on the bed

(because you’re preparing for some mild blood loss)

You pull him down with you

And he lands with his hands on either side of your head, holding himself above you

His hair is in his eyes

His necklace is in your face

And it makes you laugh

And like

He would laugh, too

But uh

He’s kind of nervous about biting you

He’s afraid that he’ll lose control

That he’ll taste you, and that he won’t be able to stop

But

He looks into your eyes

And he sees how much you trust him

And

That makes him believe he can do this

He can please you without killing you

And when you sit up and kiss him

When you put your hands on either side of his face and smile against his lips

That just makes him even more confident

He kisses you back

And you lie down again

And this time

You uh

You slowly move your shirt off of your shoulder

Maybe undo a few buttons

You move it further from your neck

Exposing the skin of your throat, some of your chest

Inviting him to bite

And you maintain eye contact with him the entire time

You can see his pupils dilating

You can see how much he wants you

So

You run a hand through his hair

Just to torture him a little

And it works

He bows his head, kissing your neck, your shoulder

Basically everything you just exposed

He’s

He’s ready

He’s gonna bite you, he’ll do it

He just

Needs to ask

Again

“Are you sure you want this, love?”

The unheard question being- “Are you sure you want me?”

And i mean

You don’t even answer this time

You just nod enthusiastically and kiss him again

This time, he laughs

Because you’re adorable, and he loves you

He kisses your neck again

And then

He sinks his teeth into you

It doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would

But you gasp nonetheless

You dig your fingers into him

And you cling to him for a bit

But you are smiling

Does it hurt a little? Yes

But there’s more to it than the pain element

There’s something else

Something you can’t define just yet

(probably because of the blood loss)

And it feels good

So

You just

Lie back

Relax

And let yourself enjoy the moment

Meanwhile, on the opposite end of the scale

He’s mildly ashamed to admit it

But

Douxie is actually kind of enjoying this

It’s easier to control himself than he thought it would be

He can feel your heartbeat

It’s more than that, actually

While he’s biting you, you are all he feels

Your heart, your soul surrounds him until there’s nothing left but you

He loves it

And like

You taste pretty good

So

He’s satisfied

He stops drinking just as you start to get light headed

He asks if you’re alright and you’re like

“Fuck yeah I’m alright, vampire boi- let’s do that again!”

To which he responds, “I love you, but maybe later”

Because, y’know

He doesn’t really want to drain you of the liquid that’s keeping you alive

Instead

He kisses your hand

And goes to get you a snack so that you don’t pass out on him

He Does Not want that

After you’re back to where you should be medically

He just kinda

Attaches himself to you for the rest of the day

Which is fine by you, because if he didn’t

You would’ve attached yourself to him

Either way, what bliss?

Anyway, that was too sweet, get ready for some angst

Way 2: Douxie has been starved

He’s been captured, trapped, or otherwise in captivity

And wherever he is, he’s been deprived of blood

He’s starving

And quite possibly on the brink of death

That’s when you find him

He’s probably on his knees and chained to something, be it a pillar, a wall, etc

And the second he feels your presence

The second he hears your heart beat

The second he smells your blood

He goes slightly feral

He thrashes against his chains, his fangs flash

He’s terrifying

But you don’t run from him

Even when he begs you to get away from him

To save yourself

You don’t run away

Instead

You kneel in front of him

You take his face in your hands

He stops struggling, then

And he starts begging you to escape

But you don’t leave

You refuse to

No

No, instead, you take full notice of how starved he looks

He’s thinner, and the shadows beneath his eyes are darker

His bones are more prominent

He appears gaunt, fragile

And hungry

So

Rather than running away

You pull yourself closer

And you ask

“Can you control it?”

And without waiting for an answer

You roll up your sleeve

And you give him your wrist

And he just gasps out a “No”

Because he’s scared

He’s scared that he won’t be able to stop

That he won’t be able to control it

That he’ll kill you

Like, he was already afraid of it, but in this situation?

It is so much worse

You, though

You aren’t afraid

And uh

He’ll die if he doesn’t drink something soon

So

You tell him it’s okay

And i mean

He doesn’t have much of a choice

He’s hesitant

And at first he tries to pull away

But then you give him a “friendly” reminder that if he doesn’t do this, he’ll die

So

He bites

Now, uh remember

He’d never bitten you before this point

At least not with way 2

So that is an experience

You gasp and cling to him as he drinks you

You rest your head on his shoulder

You’re starting to feel light headed

And you groan a little bit

Meanwhile, Douxie

He’s starting to regain his strength

He destroys his chains, pulling himself free and wrapping one of his arms around you while the other grips your wrist

He keeps drinking

His fangs sinking deeper as you cry out his name

He has just a bit more blood

And then

He lets you go

He managed to control it

And you’re so proud of him, but also, you’re a few seconds from passing out

So

Douxie lies you down

He catches his breath while you catch yours

You don’t pass out

But you do need a minute

And once that minute is done, you just

Lean over and kiss him

You taste your own blood on his lips, but y’know what

You can deal with that

Doux picks you up and takes you home, and that’s the end of way 2

NOW

IN TERMS OF TURNING YOU INTO A VAMPIRE

AS I SAID, THERE ARE 2 WAYS, PLUS ONE BONUS WAY

Way 1 is kinda boring, so we’ll start with that

Way 1: you ask Douxie to turn you into a vampire, and he’s hesitant about it because being a vampire is rough, and he doesn’t want to put your immortal soul in danger

But he does it, because you’re sure that it’s what you want, and he loves you

You’re turned into a vampire, and the two of you vibe for the rest of eternity

Onto way 2:

Way 2: you’re injured on the battlefield

Douxie sees it happen and runs to your side, destroying anything that dared threaten you on his way

He gets to you as fast as he can

Which

Is pretty fuckin quick for a vampire

And yet

He still doesn’t make it in time

Actually

That’s false

He doesn’t make it in time to save you

He is in time to watch you take your dying breaths in his arms

Now, uh

I don’t know about you

But i don’t think douxie would accept that shit

You’re in the middle of telling him that you love him

And thanking him for the best few years of your life

When he just

“I can fix this. I can turn you, I can fix this. Please let me fix this.”

And

You say yes

Which is fucking valid

I mean

For one thing

You aren’t super jazzed about dying

And for another

I don’t know if he did it intentionally

But he was doing the puppy dog/baby bat eyes when he asked

And like

Who can say no to that?

I can’t say no to that

So

Douxie presses a quick, but intense kiss to your lips

And sinks his fangs into your shoulder

It

Hurts

A little more than you expected

Maybe you scream

Maybe a few tears fall

And it breaks douxie’s heart

But by the end of it

You’re alive

Or

Undead

I

It doesn’t matter

Whatever you are

You’re okay

And you’re with douxie

He can keep you safe

He won’t let anything hurt you anymore

Annnnd that’s way 2

Bonus way three involves you getting turnt, but not by douxie

Way 3: you’re kidnapped by another vampire

Which like

Considering the wizards are vampires now

The vampire that takes you is probably morgana?

It could also be the arcane order

It could also be merlin

Whoever it is

they holds you for ransom a little bit

Maybe they take a drink from you, or make fun of douxie for not drinking from you, or make fun of him for not turning you

Or all of those things, i don’t know

Either way

You simply do not vibe with this

You’re a sassy little shit who’s loyal to douxie, and maybe the guardians of arcadia depending on where the hell we are in the timeline (and on which timeline it is- thanks for that jim)

And eventually

Your captor grows tired of your smart mouth

They decide to put an end to your useless blabbering

Do they kill you?

Oh no

It’s much worse

They turn you into a vampire spawn

So now

Your have all the thirst for blood

All of the drawbacks

None of the power

And, oh yeah

As their spawn, you are under their complete control

Which means they can use you to fight douxie

I mean

They know he won’t fight back

Not when it’s you that he’s fighting

Vampire spawn or otherwise, he is terrified of hurting you

As he should be

I mean

You’re your captor’s servant now, and you’re a vampire spawn

But it’s still you

You are awake

You are conscious

And you know what you’re being forced to do

You are completely aware

Both when whoever’s captured you forces you to kneel by her throne

And when they force you to fight the man you love

And

If the worst happens

You’ll be awake when they force you to kill him

But y’know what, it’ll probably be fine

Douxie’s fought morgana and the order before, he can do it again, probably

And if it’s merlin, well

He’ll figure it out

He’ll save you and the two of you can go off and live your vampire lives in peace, right?

Right?

Right

Anyway

That’s the end of way 3

[thahiree]

High Hopes

2,3k words. Future Fic. Established Relationship. No real plot here. Just Steve panicking over Tony casually calling him husband and being embarrassed by how much he liked it and wants to hear it again 👉👈

also on ao3

"What—? What is this?"

The comment was out before Steve could stop himself. He had to bite his lip to not laugh at the look of offense on Tony’s face.

"Lasagna," Tony replied, pursing his lips and narrowing his eyes in a way that didn’t bode well for Steve.

Morgan and Steve shared a look from across the table. The unidentifiable mess of burned something Tony had just put down on the table between them was a lot of things, but lasagna sure as hell wasn’t one of them.

Steve had seen quite a few disastrous attempts of cooking from Tony over the past six years they’ve been together, but this took the cake. Not only did it not look edible, it looked like the kind of thing one might get served as, like, a punishment by an evil sorcerer while being held captive in their dungeon. It was that bad.

Morgan was the first to speak after a few moments. "Dad, I love you, but, uh, I think at some point you have to realize—" She trailed off at the look on his face.

"Yes?" Tony asked, cocking one eyebrow. Morgan squirmed uncomfortably in her seat and looked at Steve imploringly.

"What Morgan’s trying to say," Steve cut in, giving Tony a wide smile, "is that we very much appreciate you trying to cook for us, but, maybe, uh, how about we order something instead, hm?" He paused, looking to Morgan for support, and found her enthusiastically nodding, "Haven’t done that in a while. What about that nice Vietnamese place that just opened up in Greenwich Village? Bruce told me they do amazing vegan summer rolls."

Morgan clapped her hands. "Yes, please!"

Tony huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh, I see how it is. I slave away in the kitchen all day to put food on this table, but nothing is good enough for my daughter and husband."

Steve blinked, opened his mouth to speak— to say what exactly?— then shut it again, still blinking like an idiot. After a too-long moment, he finally got out, "We’re not married," which was the only thing that came to mind. It came out a little more serious than the situation warranted, possibly, if the way Morgan’s eyebrows went up her forehead was any indication.

"No, we aren’t," Tony huffed, "And we sure as hell won’t ever be with that attitude, mister." He reached between them to pick up the "lasagna" and then headed straight for the kitchen with it without sparing Steve another glance. Steve opened his mouth to speak, but by the time he had gotten his thoughts somewhat into order, Tony had already disappeared from view.

"Morgan," Steve began, once it became apparent Tony wasn’t coming back out, "Did your dad, uh, just propose to me?"

"I think, like, the opposite," Morgan said cryptically, twirling a lock of hair around her finger and tapping away on her phone, looking completely unconcerned about the fact that her father—

That her father had casually called Steve his husband.

"The opposite," Steve echoed, mind still blank. The opposite did not sound good. "I should probably—", he began, and then shook his head and got up to look for Tony.

He was by the sink, aggressively scrubbing a pan and muttering under his breath when Steve came in. Steve winced even before he saw Tony’s entire body go rigid the moment he came close.

Great.

Slinging an arm around his waist and burying his nose in the side of his neck (which had been his initial plan) was out of the question, then. Steve settled for leaning against the counter opposite Tony instead, with his arms crossed. He could be patient. Tony had to break at some point.

When nothing happened for a whole minute, he sighed loudly and stretched out one foot to nudge Tony’s calf. "Hey, can you turn around for a second? I think—"

"That was a perfectly fine lasagna at some point," Tony interrupted, of course without turning around, "but then I thought of a way to modify the thrusters for the suit and forgot the time and that happened," He pointed at the lasagna, still not looking at Steve. A beat, then: "I can cook."

Steve hummed instead of replying because Tony’s cooking prowess was debatable.

Tony cocked one eyebrow. "Pepper likes my cooking."

Steve very much doubted that, too. "Well, give me a few more years, and I might come round to it. Exposure therapy, and all."

When he saw Tony’s lips twitch upwards, he allowed himself to get a little closer, reaching out a hand to brush along Tony’s flank. He felt Tony relax against him, but the thoughtful look on his face remained. Steve waited for him to speak, snaking his hand under Tony’s shirt to trail his fingers over the warm, soft skin of his lower back.

Tony’s voice was subdued, when he finally spoke. "I know I can’t cook for shit. Just wanted to surprise you, is all."

Steve couldn’t help himself. "It is nice coming home to your husband cooking for you." Lips twitching, he added, "Would be even nicer if it was edible."

Tony groaned, twisting away.

"It’s a yes, by the way," Steve rushed out to say before Tony could wiggle away from under his arms.

Tony stopped struggling abruptly, turning to face him again. The carefully neutral look on his face made Steve want to take back his words and, also, die from mortification. That was the face made when he didn’t want to, to upset Steve with what he was thinking.

He hadn’t—

Of course, he hadn’t meant it. Steve squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. He was such an idiot. It had been a joke, of course, it had been a joke. Even Morgan had gotten it, and she’d only been half-listening the entire time.

Steve was the only one who was weird about it, and why exactly?

"Steve," came Tony’s voice after a moment, before Steve could examine what he was feeling too closely and humiliating himself further, even if it was only in the privacy of his own mind.

"Steve, can you please look at me?"

Steve huffed, but he blinked his eyes open. There was a half-smile playing on Tony’s lips, which was very confusing.

"Look, Tony, I’m sorry—"

"You mean it?" Tony interrupted, eyes flicking over Steve’s face.

"What?"

Tony cocked one eyebrow. "You heard me."

"You don’t," Steve replied, glowering. Maybe a little petty, but sue him. He was a little hurt.

Truthfully, he’d never spared marriage another thought after Peggy. And even then, it was only this blurry, half-formed, after the war kind of thinking about it, nothing that occupied his thoughts outside the few moments that weren’t dedicated to fighting and surviving. He would’ve married Peggy, gladly, would’ve lived a happy, long life with her if they had the chance, he was pretty sure, but it was nothing compared to what he felt with Tony. For Tony.

When Tony had called him that word, Christ, just for one single second, before the shock set in, it’d felt exactly right to be that.

To be Tony’s husband.

Steve was embarrassed with how much he had wanted to hear it again.

"Steve, you’re killing me," Tony said, startling him out of his thoughts. He was still smiling. Then he abruptly started laughing, which—

Steve narrowed his eyes. He felt like he was missing a lot of information here. "What?"

"No, okay, sorry," Tony said, once he had quieted enough to speak again. "Here’s the thing -" and then he broke off, shaking his head. "God damn it. I had this all planned out, okay? Figured you’d mess it all up for me."

"I don’t understand," Steve replied, even though he was beginning to, and it was making him panic.

"Stay here," Tony said, already backing away.

"Tony."

"Just. Wait here, please." A beat, then: "Think of your answer, yeah?"

"Oh, jeez," Steve replied, but he crossed his arms over his chest and stayed put.

Tony gave him a lopsided smile and then turned and ran from the kitchen to— Christ, to presumably get the ring he apparently had planned to propose to Steve with or something.

Steve didn’t want or need ring, but, well. Steve also didn’t want or need to be anyone’s husband, and yet, here he was.

Letting out a heavy breath, he plopped down on the nearest chair. After some deliberation, he stood back up, busying himself with drying the pan Tony just so thoroughly scrubbed. He had to do something that wasn’t thinking himself into a panic while he waited for Tony.

Tony took an awfully long time to return. By the time Steve heard him in the hallway leading to the kitchen, Steve had scrubbed and dried the sink and the counters and opened a bottle of wine that wouldn’t do anything for him, but at least kept his hands busy. He drained two glasses, and then turned around to lean against the sink, poker face on.

Tony wasn’t alone. Morgan was trailing behind him, shyly smiling at Steve. Steve crossed his arms over his chest again, and then uncrossed them again, mustering up a smile of his own. He could do this. "Don’t even," he began, but Tony had already smoothly slid down to his knees and produced a ring from his pant’s pocket.

"Tony," Steve said, his breath leaving him in a whoosh. That was— an actual ring. A simple, thin gray band, stone maybe, with one single, tiny red ruby in the center, glinting in the low light of the kitchen. Steve swallowed. It was a beautiful ring, not too flashy or too simple. Just right. It was obvious Tony had put a lot of thought into this.

"Steve," Tony said gravely, "When I met Pepper, I thought that’s it, that’s the woman of my life. And she is. Wait, there’s a point to this," he hastened to add when Steve furrowed his brow. "She is the woman of my life, yes, but she’s not the," He paused, taking a deep breath. "She’s not the person of my life. That’s you, Steve. I can’t imagine anyone else by my side. I don’t want to imagine anyone else. It’s you, Steve, it’s you or nobody. I knew it the moment we kissed for the first time."

Steve couldn’t help but smile at that. As cheesy as it sounded, so did he.

"I know we don’t do romance," Tony went on, "and, and we’ve been together for six years, six really awesome, happy, crazy years, and we don’t need a visible sign of our love, but I have to admit, I do occasionally think about it, okay, what it’d be like— you know, to call you my husband, and then, one night, I semi-seriously searched for engagement rings for men with FRIDAY, not really looking for anything, but we came across this," wiggling the ring. "It’s, ah, it’s made out of a meteorite which was found in the Arctic, inlaid with rubies, which are your birthstone." He paused. "Interesting that your birthday is red, by the way, but." He waved his hand dismissively. "The point is, uh, the point is that this must be some sort of sign, or something. I mean, I’m not one to look for meaning in random things, but this felt pretty, uh," He paused, scrunching up his nose, "It felt right. Yeah, I suppose, right is the word for it. It felt right to order it, and it felt right to ask you to be my husband. What do you think?"

Steve swallowed heavily. Tony’s eyes were wide and dark, expectant. Steve could see that his outstretched hand was trembling lightly. Steve felt more than a little overcome and nervous himself. It felt like the sink behind was the only thing keeping him upright.

"I think this is the part where you say yes," Tony said, giving him a wide smile, but Steve could see the uncertainty creeping in.

"Or, no," Morgan piped up from behind him.

Both Steve and Tony turned to look at her. She had her phone out filming them. When she noticed them looking, she clasped a hand over her mouth. "Sorry."

"I mean, she’s not wrong. That’s an option, obviously," Tony said, turning back to Steve. "Please don’t, though. Please say yes, and make me the happiest man on earth." He grimaced, probably at the cheesiness of his words, but it was enough to get Steve out of his stupor.

"I— of course, yes, Tony." He let out a choppy laugh. "Fuck. How many times do I have to say it? Come here," Steve said, reaching out for Tony at the same time as Tony reached for him, and then Tony was in his arms, slipping the ring onto Steve’s fingers with shaking hands. "Oh, god, Tony," Steve said, voice hoarse, clinging to Tony. He felt hot tears pricking at the side of his eyes, but he didn’t feel too self-conscious about it, because he could feel that Tony was overcome, too, hiding against Steve’s neck.

He loved this man. Loved their life. Loved his child he was allowed and honored to raise, too. Without looking up from where he was hiding his face in Tony’s neck, he reached out a hand, making a grabby gesture, and a moment later, Morgan was in his arms, too, and then they were all hugging and crying.

"That was so unromantic," Morgan said from where she had her face pressed against his sternum.

"It was perfect," Steve countered, smiling like an idiot, and leaned in to kiss his future husband.

[lucien-calore]

i just noticed i’m quite literally a variant of dorian but a different race and gender/genders (????? idk maybe),,,, so uh , , , when do i get to marry the chaol of my universe 👉👈