* SAME / MISTAKES !

               ☆ ･ﾟ:╰ °        MINE FOREVER   ;   perhaps irritation should flourish throughout essence,   years spent under someone else’s possession,   owned with most tortuous intentions that have scarred carter jones to the highest heights.   potential urge to declare:   no   !!    he is his own person now,   free from tigre paradiso shackles   &   shrouded with independant normalcy.   yet no such sentiment forms,  only beaming smile that dots dimples ‘neath brunet fuzz,   crinkles blossoming within the corners of ocean orbs   &   butterflies bursting   !!    happiness an absolute understatement,   not just towards the proposal that ignites the heart but oh,   the declaration of mine,  mine,  mine.   he knows.     carter jones belonging to the elder,  just as tony belongs to him.    what will be ring-bearing hand reaches forward,   palming gently ‘pon opposing cheek,   vocals husky warmth throughout the apartment.                   ❝     ——-  i love y’too,  baby.   ❞    he cannot control himself,   calloused flesh pressing needy yet delicate kiss against fiancee’s lips  ;   softened moan vibrating deep ‘neath the depths.    ❝    see,   had a goal.   bucket list kinda thin’  —-   get married ‘fore i’m forty.   i mean,   the wifey i had in mind was m’girl lana but i ‘spose y’could be an upgrade.  ❞    quaint snort departs,   tease of course.    ❝   nah,  this   —-   this is the fuckin’ best chrimbo ever   &  s’all ‘cause of you,  tone.   all ‘cause of you.   ❞

         ❝  i  mean,   i'm  no  lana  but  i  can  go  one  better  and  shake  you  all  night  long.  ❞            wink  was  sent  in  the  others  direction,   blatant  reference  to  his  go  to  choice  in  music  to  retort  the  lana  comment,   his  own  jokes  causing  a  light  chuckle  to  slip  past  his  own  lips.   the  kiss  only  made  him  smile  wider  into  the  intimacy,   reaching  both  hands  out  to  hold  onto either  side  of  carters  profile,   padding  of  his  thumbs  caressing  gently  upon  bearded  cheek,   a  roughness  upon  his  touch  that  felt  like  home.   there  was  no  other  moment  that  could  compare  to  this  one,   nothing  else  could  compare  to  how  he  felt  right  now  and  that  was  all  because  of  carter,   all  because  of  the  man  he  loved  and  how  undeniably  full  of  pure  joy  he  made  him  feel.    his  heart  was  pounding,   butterflies  ran  rampant  within  the  pit  of  his  stomach  as  pure  elation  flooded  his  veins,   not  a  single  thing  able  to  wipe  the  warming  smile  from  fuzzed  features.

         ❝  i  know,   i  know  i  promised  and  i’m  so  sorry  …  i  didn’t  expect  this  case  to  be  so  all  hands  on  deck  so  much  but  …  i  gotta  go.  ❞            she  felt  terrible,   the  last  thing  she  wanted  to  do  was  have  to  leave  dimitri  and  cancel  their  plans  of  movie  night  within  an  extremely  cosy  blanket  fort  ;  in  all  honesty  she’d  much  RATHER  be  at  home  with  him  doing  that,   but  unfortunately  the  job  had  crept  up,   she  had  to  gear  up  and  go  do  her  thing,   regardless  of  whether  she  wished  to  rather  stay  at  home  or  not.  exhale  of  breath  escaped  her  lips  since  she  felt  awful  for  having  to  leave,   hand  reaching  out  to  gently  rest  against  the  smaller  males  shoulder  for  comfort  and  reassurance,   hating  that  she  even  had  to  leave  like  this.

         ❝  i  pinky  promise  you  that  after  tonight  ?   any  day,   any  night,   any  time,   you  name  it  and  i’m  yours,   alright  ?  banket  fort,   the  movies,   the  popcorn,   it’s  on.   i’d  much  rather  be  doing  this  with  you  tonight,  but  i  –  i’m  so  sorry,   dimi,  i  really  am.   but  hey,   pinky  promise,   i  can’t  break  that  right  ?  ❞            pinky  now  extended  towards  the  russian,   small  smile  creeping  onto  her  features  in  the  hopes  that  it  would  perhaps  lighten  the  atmosphere.

         ❝  …  i  heard  something  in  the  kitchen.   like  something  was  rustling  around  but  …  i  dunno  what  the  fuck  it  is,   you  gotta  go  check  and  see,   i’m  not  going  anywhere  near  whatever  the  hell  is  in  there  !   ❞            and  thus,   tony  remained  hidden  behind  his  much  taller  fiancee,   fingertips  gripping  tightly  onto  his  shirt  as  if  carter  were  his  human  shield  to  protect  him  from  whatever  it  was  that  had  made  a  noise  in  the  kitchen.   he  wasn’t  even  sure  in  the  slightest  as  to  what  it  could  have  been,   it  could  literally  have  been  something  falling  in  a  cupboard  and  tony  was  still  peacing  out  so  hard.   he  may  have  donned  the  suit  and  been  the  nations  iron  man,   but  seemingly  a  noise  loud  enough  to  catch  him  off  guard  in  his  own  home  was  still  enough  to  startle  him,   sending  him  running  to  his  other  half  for  immediate  protection.

          ❝  but  you  gotta  be  my  shield  so  if  anything  jumps  out,   you’re  uh  …  tall  enough  to  get  it.  ❞

         scar  upon  his  abdomen  was  still  prominent,   taking  a  little  longer  to  heal  than  usual  but  he  didn’t  mind,   he  couldn’t  even  feel  it  in  all  honesty.   the  pain  had  lasted  all  of  a  few  moments  at  the  time  of  the  injury,   however  cut  to  a  few  hours  later  where  he’s  laying  atop  comforts  of  bed  with  the  opposing  male  curled  at  his  side,   upper  half  of  his  body  exposed  as  was  the  scar  against  his  frame,   on  complete  display  for  the  other  to  see  ;   and  he  couldn’t  feel  a  damn  thing,   not  one  single  ounce  of  pain.   he  could  tell  that  dimitri  had  a  glint  of  worry  in  his  tone  as  he  spoke,   therefore  allowing  a  smile  to  stretch  upon  his  features  as  his  hand  raised  to  touch  upon  the  wounded  flesh,   pushing  and  poking  against  almost  as  if  to  prove  to  the  russian  that  he  was  okay,   that  he  really  couldn’t  feel  anything.

         ❝  not  one  bit,   i’m  completely  fine,   it’ll  probably  be  gone  by  morning.  ❞            smile  was  still  evident,   hand  shifting  from  his  own  form  to  reach  out  and  hold  dimitris  own.             ❝  —-  plus  i  got  you  here,   the  ultimate  cure  to  any  injury,   huh  ?  ❞

˜”*°•.˜”*°•Random Sentence starters! 

           ☆ ･ﾟ:╰ °        ❝   HUH   —-   S’INTERESTIN’ …  that.   ❞     oh,   delicate tease of cool,  unfazed exterior wishes to thrive,   utterly shattered by beaming smile prickling crinkles ‘pon corners of deep blues   &    cheeks glowing crimson   !!   butterflies flustering like wildfire ‘neath the depths,   heart pounding.   how can carter truly experience any other emotion,   proposal from beloved utterly unexpected   &  yet   –  there is nothing else that he can truly envision more.   settled united,   silver bands against calloused digits,   perhaps even the white-picket fence lifestyle if it serves them   ;   anything,   oh  –  anything,   that can ensure the brooklyn-born’s future remains with the elder.   soul that has managed to drag carter out from agonizing,  self-punishing shadows   &  into light of recovery,  love,   normalcy.    hand squeezes gently as frame shifts itself upwards,   fuzzed jaw brushing lightly against opposing features:     ❝     carter theodore stark   —-    if that ain’t the hottest name in fuckin’ new york,  i dunno what is.  ❞   subtle laughter cascades,  unable to be helped as absolute warmth  &   elation courses through essence   !!   only a momentary action before chapped flesh press fully against beautiful lips opposite   ;    one moment,   two before the break away,   lips grazing ‘pon opposing ear:                    ❝     ——-   that’s a yes,  baby boy.   a big fat fuckin’  yes.  ❞

        it  felt  like  his  heart  had  just  burst  into  pure  joy,   unable  to  stop  the  widened  smile  from  stretching  upon  his  lips  as  tears  threatened  to  well  up  within  his  eyes.   he'd  hoped  that  carter  would  say  yes,   that  they  would  officially  become  engaged  and  be  prepared  to  spend  the  entirety  of  their  lives  together,   perhaps  even  start  a  family  of  their  own  someday  and  live  somewhere  other  than  the  tower  in  the  middle  of  the  city  ;   but  hearing  him  say  those  words  ?   hearing  him  say  that  YES,   he  did  want  to  marry  tony  ?   there  was  absolutely  no  possible  way,   nor  enough  words  in  the  world,   to  explain  how  it  made  him  feel.   the  kiss  upon  his  lips  made  his  heart  pound,   quickly  leaning  forward  for  yet  another  brief  kiss  after  carter  had  pulled  away,   unable  to  stop  himself  since  nothing  but  pure  love,   warmth  and  elation  currently  coursed  throughout  his  veins. 

            ☆ ･ﾟ:╰ °        SERENITY   ;    how can carter truly believe his luck   ??   years spent ‘neath suppression of christmas joy,   (   the only neon lights being tigre paradiso aesthetic   &   oh,   look at marcus with small festive tree inside his office  !!   )   the mere notion of laughter,  joy,   ultimate shrouding of bliss  ??   null   &   void.    changed for the first time in a long time,  hopefully forever all from saving hands of tony stark,   stomach generously bloated with festive turkey   &   all the trimmings,    brain slightly foggy from celebratory drinks.   now settled comfortably against beloved’s lap,   christmas movie playing ‘pon television screen  –   not that attention is truly engulfed with the small child   &   his antics with home-invaders.   on the contrary,  exhaustion dares to overwhelm,   no better warmth than his other half to blanket relaxation over tall essence  ;    at least,  until   –             ❝   ——   huh   ??   ❞    he hears loud  &   clear yet confusion cascades,   deep blues instantly gazing towards the other.   even with heart practically leaping from muscular chest,   fluster of elation blossoming ‘neath the depths,   question poses puzzling:   does tony truly wish to marry someone as damaged as carter jones   ??    mane tilts,   softened laughter pooling:   ❝  y’uh  —   y’mind all messed up from the wine or somethin’   ??    ❞

         ❝  i  mean  it,   there's  no  wine  involved  here,   i  meant  what  i  said  ...  i  want  you  to  marry  me,   carter.  ❞            there  was  no  denying  the  soft  chuckle  that  escaped  at  the  mere  mention  of  him  having  perhaps  had  one  too  many  glasses  of  wine,   a  statement  to  which  he  knew  was  entirely  false  since  in  his  heart  this  was  what  he  wanted  ;  carter  jones,   forever  and  always.   hand  shifted  away  from  opposing  tresses  to  hold  upon  the  others  hand,   fingers  interlacing  together  while  he  toyed  with  carters  ring  finger,   a  place  where  an  engagement  ring  should  be  and  where  he  hoped  a  future  wedding  ring  would  be  --  it  all  depended  on  whether  or  not  he  would  even  say  YES.   his  heart  was  pounding,   knowing  that  this  was  all  entirely  out  of  the  blue,   but  to  tony  ?  it  didn't  feel  random  or  out  of  the  ordinary,   it  felt  right.

        it  had  been  the  most  perfect  christmas  day  of  all  thus  far,   and  it  was  all  because  he'd  spent  every  single  second  of  it  with  his  one  and  only  by  his  side.   everything  felt  so  natural  to  him,   the  glistening  lights  that  surrounded  the  abode,   the  tall  tree  in  the  corner  with  the  shining  star  atop,   even  the  christmas  movie  that  played  on  the  tv  infront  of  them  ;  it  all  felt  RIGHT.   there  was  a  time  where  he  would  have  burned  the  place  to  the  ground  before  decorating  the  place  like  he  had  just  now,   he'd  spent  one  too  many  christmases  alone  in  the  tower,   bottle  of  whiskey  and  another  after  that  down  his  throat  as  he  told  himself  this  was  how  it'd  be  forever  --  until  now.    with  carters  head  resting  upon  his  lap  as  they  both  lounged  comfortably  on  the  couch,   tonys  gaze  shifted  from  the  tv  screen  to  stare  down  at  his  other  half,   smile  instantly  forming  upon  his  lips  while  fingers  caressed  through  darkened  tresses  in  a  comforting  manner.   

         ❝  ------  marry  me,   carter  ...  ❞             the  words  had  tumbled  from  his  lips  with  ease,   taken  by  surprise  by  his  own  vocals  and  yet,   there  was  no  stopping  the  sudden  slight  giddy  giggle  that  became  audible.   the  thought  of  spending  his  life  with  carter  jones  ?   having  every  holiday  season  spent  like  this  with  him  ?   it  was  all  he  wanted  and  more.

              ☆ ･ﾟ:╰ °      ❝    ANTHONY   —–   ana has something to give you,   yes   ??   ❞    russian accent from papa flourishes,   nod of young child frantically responding as small digits grasp ‘pon envelope    ;   contents containing christmas present that will hopefully ignite joy within elder essence.   at least that is the prayer circulating through anastasiya,   even if nerves cascade like wildfire within cracks of muscle  &   marrow.   (   please please please say yes   –   )     small frame that quickly scampers towards couch cushioning,  crashing ‘pon anthony’s muscular form,   ‘pon the soul that sets heart ablaze with undeniable sentiment.   fatherly figure that the blonde cannot do without,  much like dimitri  &   carter,   each setting place within her soul as family.    shuddered breath of anxiety as envelope extends towards opposed,   contents:   adoption papers.   request from youth to her papa if things can be made official.   anthony stark:   father,  legally,  rather than simple label churned from child lips.   oh no  –  turn anastasiya vladimov into desired stark.   into recognized daughter by court law.  even at the tender age of ten,   it is all the young girl can truly want this festive season.                 ❝   pap  —  papa said that if you say no,   then you can’t have any christmas dinner   !!   so you have to say yes,   please   ??  ❞    delicate playfulness forms within nervous words,  ivories biting softly ‘pon bottom lip as she awaits for her father to open beige envelope    &   sign needed papers.

                                            ✧ *     @stcrdrunk   /   tony just bc  * ✧

         beaming  smile  was  already  etched  upon  his  features  as  ana  bounded  toward  where  he  sat  and  allowed  herself  to  jump  atop  him,   muscular  arms  immediately  wrapping  around  her  small  frame  to  pull  her  close  against  him  for  a  tight,   warming  hug.   christmas  was  already  beyond  perfect  thanks  to  both  dimitri  and  ana,   the  only  people  he  truly  needed  to  make  the  holiday  season  matter,    to  make  it  excel  beyond  any  sort  of  perfection  ;  his  family  would  always  make  his  day  more  than  any  other  ever  could.   there  was  a  playful  gasp  as  the  younger  handed  him  the  envelope  in  her  grasp,   curiosity  sparking  in  interest  despite  assuming  that  perhaps  it  was  a  christmas  card  she  had  made  all  on  her  own,   maybe  it  was  something  she  had  crafted  with  her  own  hands  ;  something  tony  would  always  cherish.   yet  as  she  spoke  of  how  he  couldn't  say  NO  to  what  she'd  given  him,   his  curiosity  reached  a  new  level  as  he  let  his  fingertips  pull  open  the  envelope  to  grab  what  was  inside.   the  second  that  his  gaze  fell  upon  the  adoption  papers,   a  gasp  escaped  his  lips  and  tears  immediately  began  to  well  up  within  his  eyes,   he  had  always  been  called  papa  anthony  by  ana  and  yet  somehow,   making  everything  official  ?   made  it  all  seem  ten  times  more  real,   and  all  the  more  emotional.

            ☆ ･ﾟ:╰ °       ❝   SEE I’M PRETTY SURE Y’ASS IS BEIN’ SNARKY   —-   but y’know.   yeah.  i’d prefer it.   ❞    delicate snort cascading despite sincere words   /   not that carter can truly imagine tony with any personality that isn’t his own   (   the most important   –   )   whether that be wrapped up within comforting pajamas or looking beautiful behind wheel of expensive car.    after all,   the former escort  &   vehicles are true match made in heaven but seeing his beloved like this   ??    surrounded by christmas festivities,   placing decorations around abode  &   shrouded with undeniable happiness   ??   truth,   how carter prefers that over anything else   –   anthony,   rather than famous red-carpet bound   &   papz-hungry persona.                 gentle sigh cascades as hand removes itself gently from opposing hold,   only to walk towards beautifully-made tree,    calloused digits reaching outwards in order to toy with metallic bauble.  (   oh,  he is fully aware of innuendos that can tumble  ;  seventy already roaming through crass mind  !!  )    thoughts suppressed however for something more serious,   prickling ‘pon memories that man only months ago would rather bury:   ❝     this used to be my job,  way back when.    only fucker tall enough to put the star on top    &    —-    y’did a better job than me though.    one time,  i was like nine or somethin’,    i legit wrapped tinsel round my neck without even fuckin’ realizin’.   nearly fuckin’ choked …  but then i was all up in the mirror like:   wow i look bae as fuck   &  probs realized i was a flamin’ homo so.   there’s that.   ❞    subtle snort cascades quietly,   deep blues gazing adoringly ‘pon the other,   hand that had been previously held 'pon anthony’s reaching outwards to grasp once again.   ❝     ——   i love you.   y’know that,  right   ??   ❞

         ❝  good,   'cause  i  kinda  enjoy  this  whole  domestic  festive  life.  ❞             smile  was  evident  as  he  gazed  towards  his  other  half,   unable  to  hide  the  pure  joy  that  he  felt  currently  surge  throughout  his  veins  like  wildfire.   sure,   he'd  spent  almost  his  entire  life  in  the  spotlight,   he'd  been  surrounded  by  nothing  but  money,   fame  and  false  facades  ;  he  could  have  anything  he  ever  wanted  and  more,   the  entire  world  was  at  his  fingertips.   yet  this  ?   being  here  at  home  with  carter  ?  spending  christmas  with  him  and  appreciating  the  homely  and  warming  love  that  surrounded  ?   absolutely  no  ounce  of  money  or  flashy  cars  could  possibly  top  the  feeling  that  elated  within  his  heart,   nothing  could  compare  to  how  the  taller  male  made  him  feel.

              ☆ ･ﾟ:╰ °      ❝    OH YES,   THANK YOU  !!    you have been very helpful   —   ❞   rare snark of vocals tumbling down telephone before device slams ‘pon receiver  ;    gray hues rolling with disbelief  &    sigh of exasperation creasing warming atmosphere of farmhouse.   say prayer towards anthony stark,   inevitably pounded with wife’s absolute ranting outrage   !!   evidence as slipper-clad feet storm from kitchen towards couch cushioning,   crash ‘pon relaxation   (  even if anger shrouds  –   )   as dimitri snugs small essence against husband’s frame.   anything to soothe,   even if christmas poses completely ruined  !!                    ❝    they will not give us turkey for supper,   anthony   !!   we should be first in line,   we have farm   !!    i order month in advance but nu-uh,   no turkey for stark house,   we miss out  !!   oh,  it is okay for anastasiya.  do not even eat meat   &  it is fine but can you see eevee  &  car-car having smile over nutroast  ??   i make,  it will be yum  but  —-   gosh.  ❞    worked up over christmas prep  ??   only dimitri stark within this household,    another loud sigh churning   (   apologies,  husband  !!  )

                                           ✧ *   @stcrdrunk  /  anthony  /    ♡   * ✧

        as  soon  as  his  husband  crashed  down  next  to  him,   he  put  an  arm  around  him  to  pull  him  as  close  against  his  body  as  possible,  anything  to  try  and  calm  him  down  from  the  evident  rage  and  frustration  that  was  surging  throughout  his  being  in  this  moment.   of  course  it  was  irritating  that  they  weren't  going  to  be  getting  their  turkey  on  christmas  day,   despite  ordering  it  several  months  in  advance  and  being  incredibly  prepared,   but  tony  knew  that  whether  dimitri  served  up  the  delicious  nutroast  or  whether  they  had  nothing  more  than  a  plate  of  veggies  to  eat  each,   christmas  supper  would  still  be  amazing.   they  would  all  have  one  another  to  joke  and  make  memories  with,   first  christmas  spent  at  the  farm  house  alongside  evan  and  carter  and  not  to  mention  it  was  the  first  christmas  with  ana  too  ;  no  matter  what  they  stuffed  their  faces  with,   he  knew  that  the  day  would  be  nothing  short  of  absolutely  perfect.

              ☆ ･ﾟ:╰ °       NECKACHE,   glaring at barren top of christmas tree,  golden star of wonder bound ‘twixt slender digits   ;   oh,   the troubles of being 5′1“  !!   most days spent grateful for short stature where he can be easily scooped within husband’s muscular arms,   or perched piggy-back style ‘pon strong shoulders.    not currently,   the struggle to place star ‘pon tree now reaching the highest of heights.  (  pun intended  !!  )     curse anastasiya using needed stool for arts   &   crafts,    slipper-clad feet jumping,   again again again in order to succeed but oh,  of course,  to no avail   ;  sigh of absolute defeat creasing atmosphere as beloved steps into living room.   pout strong ‘pon glossed flesh,  gray orbs glimmering with inevitable tears  !!               ❝    —–   please lift me,  i am small  &   sad   &   if star is not on tree in five second,   christmas will be ruin   &   i will cry for rest of day.   ❞    very serious business,  damien  !!

                                        ✧ *    @stcrdrunk  /   damien  /    ♡   * ✧

              ☆ ･ﾟ:╰ °       ❝    YOU DON’T WANT ME TO COME  ??  S’FINE,   fine.   ❞   hands raise with defeat,   sigh of exasperation pooling   –   oh anastasiya,   lacking contentment in the slightest  !!   desiring nothing more than to be ‘pon battlefield with best friend,   only to be denied.   what absolute betrayal   !!    ❝    thought we were friends,  bud,   but i guess i was wrong.   tragic really,  how in one moment   –  y’life just changes  !!   clint barton  –   best pal,  now nothin’ but a scrub.   gosh golly,  my heart breaks.   oh,   &  i’ll have to tell pops about the fact y’don’t like his roast suppers.  i know that’s a big fat fib but  !!   we’re not friends anymore … so i guess it’s okay.   ❞

                                        ✧ *    @stcrdrunk  /   clint  /    ♡   * ✧