#Steve’s favorite skittle is the green one

[morganbritton132]

Eddie posts a Tiktok of him, Steve, and Robin waiting for Nancy outside of a restaurant after a double date. Eddie pans the camera around but lands on Steve, spacing out as he eats a bag of skittles.

He reaches for the skittles but Steve moves the bag out of his reach without looking at him.

Eddie sighs loudly and looks directly at the camera: I literally spent four years watching this guy buy school lunch just to pass it out to his dipshit friends who had their own lunches.

Eddie: Then I spent the next thirty years watching him do the same for the kids, the band, his students, literal strangers, but when I -love of his life, light of his world- wants one skittle…

Steve: I gave you half my burger

Eddie, reaching for the skittles again: And it was delicious. I want a yellow skittle

Steve, holding the bag over his head and out of Eddie’s reach: A yellow one? That’s the worst one!

Eddie scoffs at both his statement and that Steve thinks his one inch height advantage will stop him. Eddie goes for the attack, Steve blocks, and the video gets shaky as they play a game of keep-away.

All you get a bunch of movement, some grunting, and a lot of laughter until Steve steps back off the curb and they both trip into the parking lot. It’s more or less a controlled fall, they go down but they go slowly with nothing worse than a tear in the knee of Eddie’s jeans.

They’re still laughing as the camera footage levels out. You can only see Robin digging through her purse and not Eddie’s hard won battle for yellow skittles.

Robin looks up sharply and asks, “Did you steal my skittles?”

Steve: Nah, I think Eddie took ‘em

[oh-stars]

Unspoken Habits

Love Is Silently Passing Them A Pickle Because You Know It’s Their Favorite.

a @steddielovemonth prompt | 733 words | CW: N/A | Rating: G

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It’s been forever since they all got together. Steve’s got an arm slung over Robin’s shoulders and is leaning toward Max to talk shit about Mike, while Eddie’s squished between Dustin and Nancy on the opposite side. The rest of the party surround the table, laughing and talking so loudly he’s not even sure if you could call it that anymore. 

As nice as it is, Eddie feels a little bad for how rowdy they are in the middle of a restaurant. Thankfully, it doesn’t last too terribly long once the food comes out. 

“Okay,” their waiter says as he brings out two others with big trays of food, “help me out here.” 

It’s an ordeal to get everyone’s orders where they need to go, but once it’s settled, they all start to tuck in. 

Eddie’s squirting ketchup all over his fries when he looks up to see Steve’s plate has a pickle on it. His chicken fingers didn’t come with a pickle. Dammit. 

Steve’s not even looking, still listening to Lucas’ story about the game he had the other day. He just picks up his plate and holds it out for Eddie. 

Fuck yeah! Eddie plucks the pickle off Steve’s plate and takes a big bite, then sets the rest down on the edge of his basket. 

“Can we please talk about the new player’s handbook that came out?” Dustin says, muffled around his straw. 

“I haven’t picked it up yet,” Eddie admits. 

Dustin groans, then launches into a full comparison of the last version and this new edition. Which brings Mike and Will into the conversation, too, and soon they’re all debating about the merits of all of the editions, which one is superior and the best in both the standard and advanced games. 

He’s so lost in the topic that he nearly misses Robin handing Steve her pickle. 

Eddie’s got a mouthful, chewing faster so he can correct her mistake because Steve doesn’t like pickles. He doesn’t like a lot of things, he’s almost always handing Eddie something at every meal, whether it's olives or pickles or green skittles. 

But then Steve stops him in his tracks and takes the biggest bite out of the pickle. 

What the fuck is this?

Eddie turns away from the nerd talk to lean forward, mouth finally free to talk. “What was that?” 

Steve raises an eyebrow and puts the pickle down on his plate, hanging off the edge so it doesn’t touch his remaining fries. “What was what?” 

“That!” Eddie points to the pickle.

Robin looks like he’s lost his mind and she may have a point, but the input isn’t necessary. “Is he not allowed to eat? Jesus, Munson.” 

“Not pickles, he’s not,” Eddie says. “You hate pickles.” 

Steve’s cheeks go pink as he shakes his head, fringe bouncing on his forehead. He’s bashful when he meets Eddie’s eye. “No, I don’t,” he says softly. 

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks. It’s like the world has turned upside down (no pun intended) and he’s left marooned on an island of imposters. The fuck is this?

He shrugs and leans forward a little, mirroring Eddie’s posture as they rest their crossed arms on the table and try to get a little closer despite the distance. “I like pickles, Eds. I’m sorry you had to find out this way.” 

“Oh fuck you,” Eddie says half-heartedly. “Since when?” 

“Always?” Robin interjects. “You guys have been together for almost a decade! How do you not know that he loves pickles?” 

Steve’s face gets even redder. 

Eddie feels like he’s been shot, the ultimate betrayal playing out before him. He clutches at his chest. “Stevie?” he squeaks out. 

“I’m sorry,” Steve says, reaching a hand across the table. 

“Then why do you…” 

Steve just smiles. “You love them.” 

“That’s it?” 

“That’s all that matters,” Steve says softly. 

“Can you two stop being all sappy for like two seconds? Some of us are trying to eat,” Max says, nearly snarling with disgust (even though her eyes are all gooey so it doesn’t land the way she’s hoping for). 

Steve laughs and takes his hand back. He winks at Eddie from across the table before turning back to Robin to talk in their weird twin language. 

Dammit, he really loves this man. With his stupid winks and silly sacrifices. If that’s not true love, Eddie doesn’t know what is.

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Thanks to @lady-lostmind for betaing!

Ao3 Link

[stanknotstark]

Easy Aim (Is Only Exciting Once or Twice) Pt. 4 (Loki x Reader)

So right after I wrote those lines about Loki wanting to fuck himself the song from my playlist that played was Such a Whore (Stellular Remix) and it started with “You’re such a whore! Oooooo.” AND I LOST IT GUYS.

BTW when i was asking my friends weird questions about boners they were like ._. wtf are you writing? Actually, don’t tell us, please. 😂 so the reactions you have here are truly what goes on with men as they struggle with their boners, they just learn to better control it apparently. This is very interesting from a science point of view tbh

After the whole fiasco of cuddling with Loki you hadn’t really been able to think of much other than that. How his touch, in your body, was soft and warm. How your body fits into his perfectly, like matching puzzle pieces. You’ve also started noticing little things about him that you like. No, not just like, like like. 

Like how Loki had a model walk where he swung his hips as he walked (and you need to learn how to do that because it looks good on your hips). 

Like how Loki would only eat the green Skittles, because green in his favorite color, when you shared a bag while watching movies. 

Like how Loki kept a neutral face when speaking anywhere near the other Avengers but when it was just you and him he would allow himself to feel more, to actually scrunch his face up in disgust, to smile when you said something funny, when you would insult him he would smirk, pout, or roll his eyes with a smile. 

Like how Loki had started leaving lingering touches on you. He would slide his hand over your arm to get your attention. He would grab your shoulder when you shared laughter. Sometimes he’d even let his eyes and hands roam your clothes and fix them, straighten them, give a satisfied nod and smile when he thought you looked acceptable, his hand resting over your chest. 

And liking him is completely fine. It’s something natural and you like it but the real problem was that you were in a man’s body. As a woman you didn’t even have to try masking desire. As a man....

You get the point. 

So, you’re sitting in the common area with Loki, spending time with the whole team when it first happens. 

You’re all watching a movie when a sex scene comes on. That’s fine, you’re cool about that, it’s when you start thinking of Loki doing the stuff to you that it happens. 

You can actually feel the blood flow being redirected to your crotch. You jump a bit and Loki who sits next to you notices but says nothing, opting instead to watch you instead of the movie. It’s something you would have missed had you been used to the feeling. The blood flow is slow, it’s not a rush, but it’s enough to warrant surprise and curiosity.  

You swallow and bring a hand up to your mouth to bite your finger. What was it men did to stop this? Think about their grandmothers in panties or something? Which you did but then you thought about Loki bare but in a sexy, lace pair of boxers. 

Fuck.

You can feel your cock filling and if you don’t do something it’s going to tent the sweats you wear. 

You shift your body so your legs aren’t splayed out. It had taken you some time to get used to sitting like a man, legs open so you didn’t pinch your junk or sit on one of your balls. That was an experience that had Loki in stitches. 

Right now though you can’t get the picture of Loki licking at your neck, biting it, lavishing it with his mouth, out of your mind. It’s almost as if primal instincts are taking over. 

Without thought you let your other hand, you’re not busy biting, trail to Loki’s, body and rest on his thigh. When you glance at him understanding fills him and he has the gall to smirk at you. 

You’re about to growl and jump him but you stop yourself with your eyes squeezed tight. 

Loki pulls your finger from your mouth before you break the skin with light touches. 

You’re lucky the lights are off because you’re at full attention now, but no one notices it in the shadows. 

Loki shoves a pillow into your lap which you take with a thankful look. You settle back into your spot with your eyes closed, again. Your right hand holding the pillow to your crotch and the other resting on the couch’s arm rest, balled into a fist.

You have to bite your lip because the TV plays out a woman’s moans. God how long did this sex scene last, it’s not a freaking porno! 

Oh, shit, you move a little and cause the pillow to give your new cock friction. You just barely stop yourself from thrusting into the pillow and groaning with pleasure. How the fuck do guys handle this when they’re so sensitive and move based on instincts? You compare the feelings on control to Banner who has minor control on Hulk. You have just enough control to stop yourself from embarrassing yourself but it is taking everything you have in you to stop it.

Finally the scene is over and Tony gives a low whistle. Steve slaps the back side of his head causing Tony to laugh. 

You focus on the team, anything but your own body and Loki next to you. 

Clint gives a chuckle and when you open you eyes to look at him he stares at Natasha who throws popcorn into his mouth from a different couch about 6 feet apart. 

Ok you could handle this. Everything was fine. 

Everything was not fine. 

Loki enjoying your suffering decides to cuddle up to you. When you look at him with wide eyes he smiles dangerously. 

You don’t say anything, in case you alert the team of what’s going on, so Loki decides that’s his cue to get comfortable. He rests his head on your collar bone his arms wrapping around your chest, one hand coming up to cusp your neck where he strokes it with his thumb. God you can smell Loki. You hadn’t switched soaps so he smelled masculine. It was intoxicating and making your brain meltdown. Your thoughts were slipping into simple demands. Pleasure. Friction. Mine, you think as Loki trails his thumb on your neck.

Your breath starts coming out in puffs and you’re doing everything in your power not to pick Loki up and take him in front of the team. 

“Shh.” Loki says softly at your heavy breathing.

You glare at him for a second but listen and calm your breathing, closing your eyes once again. 

Then Loki makes it even worse. 

The hand that was caressing your neck slides down your chest to the waistband of your sweats. 

You bite your cheek and you’re pretty sure you taste blood. The look you give Loki could kill if he was any lesser of a man. 

Loki lets his fingers glide over the waistband then his feminine fingers slip under the elastic part of your pants and caress the sensitive skin underneath. 

You gasp, your eyes looking over the team, but you’re lucky because the team also gasps when a plot twist in the movie pulls at their attention. 

You look at Loki who didn’t miss your gasp and smiles, sharp enough to cut. He retracts his hand, thankfully, and lets it settle on your stomach. 

You calm, thinking that’s all Loki will do, breathing slowly.

Oh, you’re so wrong. 

Loki lets his hand wander under the pillow and when he gives friction to your boner you yelp, push Loki off you, the pillow toppling to the ground, stand up, and quickly leave the room without a word. 

When you’re safely in your room you put your back to the door and slide down it with heavy breathing. 

You sit with your legs stretched out on the ground so as not to bother your problem. 

You close your eyes but all that comes to mind is Loki touching you so you hiss and open them again. You had to do something about this. However, you feel like that breaks your trust with Loki so instead you get up, grab a book, and sit up in bed. 

If you had to suffer, fine. All you knew was that you’d get Loki back for the shit he pulled tonight. 

You start reading, having to reread a lot because your mind wandered, not all your blood was where it should be, but you get through a few chapters before there is a knock at your door. 

“Come in!” You yell. 

Thankfully, your problem had went away the more you focused on the book. 

Loki comes in, sauntering like he owns the place but frowns at your pants. 

You actually laugh at the dejected look on his face. 

“I didn’t jerk off if that’s what you’re thinking.” You tell him, closing your book and setting it on your lap. 

“What?” Loki asks shocked, now looking at you with a slight frown.

You raise your brow at him. 

“I’m not sure whether I should take this as a compliment or not. You really wanted to fuck yourself?” 

Loki scoffs, “Maybe. Would me being vain really shock you?” 

“Not necessarily.” You say with a smile. “However, I don’t see you as vain in this situation.” You say suggesting he wasn’t in it to fuck himself, he wants you.

Loki looks over your face to see if you’re joking or not. When he realizes you’re not joking he raises his brow with a smirk. 

“You were thinking about me when the movie was playing, were you not?” 

“Irrelevant. We’re talking about you right now.” You throw at him. 

Loki’s smirk turns into a salacious smile. 

“If you admit you have feelings first I shall get on my knees and suck you off right now.” Loki says. You gasp and throw your book at him which he dodges with a wide smile. You feel the blood rushing down again at the thought of Loki kneeling for you.

“You-you imbecile!” You yell. 

Loki laughs with delight when you jump off the bed and chase him from your room. 

[strangebrainrot]

Tommy headcannons because I thought about him and now I'm back on my shit

Tommy loves the color green in just about every shade of the color. He just loves it, but his favorite shades are olive green, mint, and morning grass in late March

On top of his soda habits, Tommy loves chocolate milk. If he ever turns down a glass of chocolate milk, shoot him on sight because that's not Tommy. However, he despises chocolate ice cream

He loves putting strawberry ice cream in cream soda because who doesn't love chaotic strawberries and cream

The polos Tommy owns are ones he stole from Steve after drunken sleepovers

He's super ticklish. That's it that's the tweet

He takes his siblings to the pool every so often whenever summer rolls around, but when Billy becomes a lifeguard, he takes hem at least once a week. He says it's so he can hang out with his friend, but...

He really likes having little movie nights, even if he's the only person there. He'll set up a bunch of blankets, a few movies, all kinds of snacks from popcorn to jerky to skittles, and have a little ice chest with a bunch of drinks in it. It's one of his favorite things to do

[funkin-news]

Saturday Night Swappin

One (1) Fun Fact for Y'all

pump is a gamer. like and subscribe for more (just kidding here's the thread i'll put it all under the cut)

most of this is word for word but some of it is like. one or two words changed, nothing that big

Girlfriend

Trans

Backstory is that of a drifter; went around from place to place until she met BF

Her idiocy seems to coincide with immense luck to consistently save herself from danger

Not overly affectionate but she does love BF

Boss (MM) is her cousin- she has some demonic blood

Brake (DD) is unrelated to her or Boss

Can actually tie her shoes. She just doesn't

Likes music but isn't really trying to become famous- she just believes it's fun!

Enjoys eating green chalk

Boyfriend

Retired from rapping early on due to an undisclosed traumatic accident

Skid & Pump are his dads

Not adopted. ...And wasn't conceived like a normal child should be either. (Created by magic according to a response to one of the questions in the replies!)

Hasn't told his parents about being in a relationship with GF

Used to be in a relationship with Pico

Has 'magic' by nature but isn't very adept at it

Loves both his parents. It's just that a relationship so soon after [REDACTED] would have one of them in particular pretty upset about it

Pump

He is Pump

Not Zardy

Has a body he can form but generally just has his head floating... because.

Not stupid, just overly nice and trusting to a fault

Not a demon, not a human! Just a magical being

Likes GF because she's friendly and makes BF happy :)

Sewed and stitched Skid's leather jacket for him

Vaguely aware of trends but doesn't tend to bother, as their lifespan compared to his are miniscule

GAMER

Not a singer of any kind, hence why his voice is more like a hum

Boss (MM) & Brake (DD)

Both are older than BF & GF but because of wacky demon aging they're pretty much still both children

Have crushes on each other but are still kids, so they just stay friends

Not related to each other (but as previously stated, Boss is GF's cousin)

Both have immense powers but are unaware of their existence or how to use them

Brake's favorite drink is not water

Boss secretly likes singing

They get scared of things most kids would be afraid of, even if they have nothing to actually fear because Demons

Tank

Hired by Skid to "teach GF a lesson"

Underground mercenary along with Steve and Sprinkles (Skittles.)

Uses nunchucks as a weapon

Heard of BF from skewed sources and has a horribly wrong impression of him

Original plan was to just rough GF up. Even when he threw some threats he didn't plan to outright kill her

"Boss" of the mercenary group, but will listen to Steve's opinion from time to time

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, sirenr

May 1-a sweet and smutty WinterShock, for @sirenr

Written by @wahwahwaffles

Hired Hand

** Upstate New York**

Tony Stark was perhaps the worst birthday gift giver of all time.  

Pepper Potts would be the first one to tell everyone that once she became the CEO of Stark Industries instead of his (awesome/amazing/fantastic/all-seeing/all-hearing/all-knowing) personal assistant, that Tony Stark was absolute shit at gift giving. 

For Darcy’s 24th birthday, he had given her a pallet of post it notes in all of the neon colors.  She had immediately made him regret that decision when she had covered the Iron Legion and the Mark 47 to resemble flappy papered skittles.  

For Darcy’s 27th birthday, he had given her a super powered roomba.  After the eighth time the little vacuum had sucked up her bathroom tiles, she had reprogrammed it to follow Tony around, sucking off his pants at every opportunity.

And now, for Darcy’s 29th birthday, Tony had given her a farm.

A mother fucking, real ass, totally legitimate farm.  With tractors and a barn and goats and haystacks and freaking outhouses.  Sure, there were inside bathrooms, but still.  Outhouses.

For the record, Darcy had been hoping that being the best laboratory manager that Stark Industries had ever seen would have garnered her something sparkly for her birthdays.  Or maybe a gift card with an extra zero on it.  Darcy Lewis was not a picky girl, really.  She wouldn’t have complained about a generic birthday card with a lottery scratch off ticket.  

But no.  Tony had gifted her a farm full of bleating, stinky goats.

Rhodey had tried to explain that his heart had been in the right place.  Tony was busy with his own life, needing less and less time in labs.  The Sokovian Accords had been amended to within an inch of their lives thanks to Darcy, and in the last few years she had burned herself out with politics and science and everything.  She needed a break.

“He couldn’t have gifted me one of his private islands in the Caribbean?” Darcy whined as she struggled with a bag of feed in the ancient barn.  

The goats were bleating louder than ever and she could swore she heard them saying ‘Feed us Darcy.  Feed us now.  Feed us Always. Or we will eat your converses.’  And she wouldn’t put it past the hairy, horned devils.  They had already eaten half of her favorite sweatshirt (that she had accidentally left on a fence post two days ago.  It was probably part of Stark’s grand plan of embarrassing her.  He’d given her a farm full of clothing eating goats and soon she’d have to walk around nude.  And shoeless.  

“Baaaaaahhhh!”

“SHUT UP!” Darcy answered back as she desperately tried to yank on the bag of feed that must have weighed well over a gazillion thousand tons.  Her legs were locked as she bent at the waist, her ass in the air as she huffed and puffed and pulled as hard as she could.  She was red in the face, and random bits of her hair were sticking to her forehead and her glasses were sliding precariously off of her nose and the damned bag of feed wasn’t budging.  “I DON’T CARE!  EAT MY PANTS AND BRAS AND SWEATERS AND SHOES!  I’LL WALK AROUND BUCK NAKED!”

“Now.  That’d be a sight to see.”

Darcy released the bag of feed and popped upright immediately, all the blood that had been rushing to her head now rushing out of it.  She swayed on her feet, even as she tried to turn to see who had seen her make a spectacle of herself in the barn she owned.  

He was tall.  That was for sure.  Black leather jacket.  She looked up.  The broadest shoulders this side of the Mississippi.  And up. Scruffy scruffy scruff face.  And up.  A sinful smirk.  And up.

Twinkling gray-blue eyes that definitely belonged to one Bucky Barnes, ex-Winter Soldier, best friend to Steve Rogers, current superhero.  A side of vintage beef that Darcy had been eyeing up for months now.  She’d managed to say five whole sentences to him once, making him laugh and his laugh had gotten her so flustered that she had been in a euphoric daze for the rest of the day.  Thor had called him handsome and good and a good match for her.  And Thor was never wrong.  

Although at that moment, handsome seemed an understatement.  Darcy blinked her blurry vision and gave a quick glance to the whole package and felt a bit of her mouth go dry. And good?  With the way he was essentially laughing at her current predicament with his eyes?  

“Asshole,” Darcy slurred out.

“Woah there, sweetheart,” Bucky cautioned, his arms going out as Darcy swayed and pitched forward, the result of having struggled for ten minutes with her head practically upside down and low blood sugar causing her to pitch forward, a dead weight in Bucky’s arms.

**

“Bucky, when you’re done with the farm work, please come back and help me to scratch an itch I have.’

Bucky looked back at her, the smile on his face wicked enough to peel the paint off of the barn he had just painted last weekend.  He pulled her into a tender strong embrace, the nimble and skilled fingers on his left hand going to her apron strings and gently undoing them, even as the perfect scruff on his face made tickling scratches on her neck that his mouth quickly soothed.

“Miss Lewis, it would be wrong for me to leave that itch of yours for even a minute,” his voice was deep and graveled and made electric tingles go up and down her spine. He pulled her into his body and groaned as he ground his hard, ready length against the softness of her hip.

“But the goats---”

**

Bucky could honestly say that this was the most torturous thing that had ever happened to him.  Well---since the last time he’d been actively tortured by the bad guys.  If Hydra could have ever gotten their hands on the curvy dame in his embrace, he’d have been a goner.  

She had fainted.  He had caught her  And she had almost immediately gone into the most vivid, interactive and ridiculous dream that he really, really wished he could dive into himself.  Her hands were everywhere, petting at his chest, tangled in his hair, gliding down his back.  Her mouth, when not cooing about him and what his mouth and tongue were doing to her, was placing wet little marks on his jaw.  

“Uhm---Miss Lewis?  Darcy?” Bucky wondered, turning in a full circle in the barn, before spotting a bale of fresh hay that looked just big enough to lay her out on. He did so quickly and made a yelping sound when the girl who had not managed to lift a fifty pound bag of feed, somehow gripped the lapels of his jacket and pulled him down into her, hard.

He sprawled out on top of her willing body but visibly panicked immediately as the bale of hale turned out to be not substantial enough for the both of them.  They went tumbling onto the ground, turning in the loose hay.  Bucky managed to turn them so Darcy landed on top of him, soft and plush and warm in his embrace.

“How many HANDS do you have?” he said before laughing softly as Darcy and her many hands continued to sleepily grope at every inch of him she could.  “Darcy.  Darcy wake up!”

“Let the goats starve and just RAVISH me already!” Darcy ordered and then blinked her eyes open.  She looked around and blue-green eyes the color of the most beautiful Mediterranean sea slowly crossed as they focused on two large pieces of hay that had tangled in her hair and lay on her forehead.  “Uhmmm”

“You fainted,” Bucky explained.

“And we fell in the hay?” Darcy looked around in confusion.

“Sort of,” Bucky shrugged.  She made a movement to get up and off of him, but he held on tight and shook his head.  “Don’t move so fast, sweetheart..”

“Oh, yeah, right---get up slow, or I’ll faint again,” Darcy whispered.

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed then that slow, sinful smirk pulled at his lips.  His left hand on her hip squeezed every so slightly.  “Also, this ain’t so bad a place to be.  Remind me to thank Stark.”

“Thank Stark for what?” Darcy wondered.

“For buying you a goat farm for your birthday,” Bucky smirked.  “And for giving me the plum job of farm hand.”

“Oh,” Darcy breathed out, looking down at Bucky in fascination as a crimson blush extended over the bridge of her nose and onto her cheeks.  “Happy Birthday to me, then.”

“Yeah,” Bucky chuckled low and ever so slowly began to sit the both of them up, his left hand still squeezing her hip, his right hand gently on the back of her head.  One of the goats let out a loud bleating noise and he huffed out another aborted chuckle.  “Let me just feed those goats real quick for you, Miss Lewis.”

“Thanks,” Darcy nodded, immediately fanning at her fire engine red cheeks as Bucky pulled himself up to his feet.  She stopped and automatically began brushing hay off of Bucky’s pants, going higher until she was actually caressing his rear end.

“Now, now, sweetheart,” Bucky scolded lightly.  “Let me feed the goats, and then we can go back to your wicked little fantasy of farm hand and the lady.  I promise.  I’ll ravish you proper.”

[lovemesomesurveys]

and it was all yellow.

Blue Do you like Blueberry Muffins? Yes. Did you used to watch Blues Clues? Yep, the OG one with Steve. Where did you buy your favorite pair of Blue Jeans? My favorite pairs came from JCP. What is the closest Blue object to you right now? Some Adidas leggings. Have you ever seen the movie Deep Blue Sea? No. Green Do eat Green Beans? Yes. 

What is something in your household that is the color Green? The mini Christmas tree I still have up in my room, ha.  Did you ever own a Green Machine? No. Do you think Green is ugly? No. I like various shades of green. Are your eyes Green? No, I wish. Is it true that the grass is always Greener on the other side? It just seems that way. Red Are you friends with any Red Heads? I have a cousin who’s a red head. Is your favorite color Red? No, but I like it. Have you heard of the band Red? No. Have you seen the movie Red Eye? No. Do you own any Red lipstick? Not currently. Orange Do you like Orange Juice? Ew, nooo. How about Oranges? Again I say: ew, nooo. Does anything actually rhyme with the word Orange? Door hinge. Do you have any Orange shirts? Yes. One of which I just got recently from Target. It has a pumpkin on it. Yellow Have you heard the song black and Yellow by Wiz Khalifa? Yeah. What is the first thing you think of when you think of the color Yellow? Yellow by Coldplay. Name something that rhymes with the word Yellow. Fellow. Have you ever drank the soda Mellow Yellow? Yeah. Pink Have you seen the movie Pretty In Pink? Yes. Do you listen to any of the singer Pink’s music? Yeah. Is the Pink starburst your favorite flavor? I haven’t had Starbursts in yearssss, but yeah pink was the best.  Can men wear Pink? Yeah? It’s a color, get over it. Did you ever watch Pink Panther the cartoon? Yeah. Black What is the closest thing to you in the room that is the color Black? The keyboard on my laptop. Do you have any Black shoes? Yes. Is your hair or has your hair ever been dyed Black? I dyed it black when I was 16. My hair is also super dark naturally. Does wearing Black make you gothic? It’s one part of it, but just because you wear black it doesn’t mean you’re gothic. Do you have a Black cat? No.  Brown Is your hair Brown? It’s naturally dark brown. Are your eyes Brown? Yes. Do you have any Brown jackets/coats? No. What is your favorite Brown food? Coffee (I’m counting it, shh), wheat bread, potatoes, brownies, fudge, peanut butter, oatmeal (is that brown? Oh and on that note, cinnamon and brown sugar as well).  White Do you know who Snow White is? Yeah. Are your walls painted White? Yes. Name something that rhymes with White? Bright. Do you listen to the band The White Stripes? I like one of their songs. Do you have any White shirts? Yeah. Have you heard of the band Motionless In White? No. Grey Have you seen the movie Fifty Shades Of Grey? Yes.  Do you have any Grey hairs yet? I’ve found a few. I’m old. Name something that is the color Grey? Koala Bears. Do you like the color Grey? Sure. Purple What is your favorite shade/color of Purple? Pastel purple. Would you ever dye your hair Purple? Nah. Do you know anyone else who has ever had Purple hair? Yes. Name a food if you can that is Purple. Grapes. Silver Do you know who the Silver Surfer is? I’m not familiar with that superhero. Do you drive or have you ever driven a Silver car? No. I don’t drive. Do you have any Silver jewelry? Yes. Gold Do you own anything really made out of Gold? Yes. Do you like the color Gold? Yeah. Have you used Gold Glitter before? Yes. Name a word that rhymes with Gold. Fold. Rainbow/ Or All Colors Have you ever seen a Rainbow? Yep, many times. Would you ever get Rainbow colored hair? No. Just one color is a lot of maintenance.  What is your favorite colored skittle? I liked the red ones. I haven’t those in years either. What is your favorite color? Pastels, yellow, mint green, rose gold, and coral. What color(s) are you wearing right now? Black. What color is your phone? Coral. What color bed spread/sheets do you have on your bed? Pink. What color is your couch? Gray. Name a random song with a color in it: Dang, I already named “Yellow” by Coldplay earlier. “99 Red Balloons.” Name a random band with a color in it: Green Day. What color do you hate or is your least favorite color? Brown. What color is your favorite pair of shoes you own? White with 3 black stripes on both sides. What color is your shower curtain? Blue. What color(s) have you dyed your hair? Black, blonde highlights, and red. What color do you seem to see most often? Hmm. What colors are on the flag of your home country? Red, white, and blue. Last one, name a random color I did not list on my list of colors. Coral.

[matthewmrdock]

Candy - Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter notices y/n carrying candy. Everyday. One day, he asks her why, and got an answer he never imagined.

Warnings: Father’s death, mention of low sugar health issues (??)

Notes: The Avengers still live in the tower in NYC but with Peter and y/n.

Word Count: 1,524

“Y/n! That’s not fair! You’ve had way more experience than me.”

“Sorry, Steve. It’s not my fault you’re an old man.”

You had just finished beating Steve at Mario Kart. Playing video games with Steve was always a good time. You both laughed your asses off when either of you messed up, and you usually won, which was a nice change of pace from playing with Natasha, who always won.

“Okay there, kiddo.”

Being the youngest Avenger was a lot of fun. It made it easy to convince Bucky to help you play pranks on Sam, you had Tony and Bruce to help you with your homework, and Peter. Peter was definitely the best part of all.

Meeting Peter brought a whole new light into your life. You two instantly became best friends. You trained together, studied together, watched movies together, talked about kids at school, everything you could ever ask for in a best friend. He was always there for you whenever you needed.

“Want to play another game?”

“I wish I could kid, but me and Bucky have to go train right now. How about after dinner?”

Steve gave you a kiss on the top of your head and started to clean up. “If you call that ‘training’,” you mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” you said in a panic, fearing Steve had actually heard what you said. “After dinner sounds great.”

He gave a sweet smile and left to find Bucky.

As soon as Steve left you walked yourself into the kitchen and got out your calculus homework, wanting to get it done and not have to worry about it later. You also got out some Skittles from your backpack and carefully poured them into your hand. You carefully selected one red, one orange, one yellow, one green, and one purple and placed the rest back into the bag.

While concentrating on the candy, you hadn’t noticed Peter come into the kitchen and pour himself a glass of orange juice. But he surely noticed you. He thought it was a little strange for you to select your candy with such attention, but didn’t see it as an issue and carried on with his day.

The next morning, Wanda made you and Peter pancakes for breakfast. She liked the feeling of having someone to take care of after she lost Pietro. You enjoyed having a relationship like that as well, being away from your mother and all.

Tony had told her you had qualified for an internship just like Peter told May. And as much as your mother missed you being away a lot of the time, she knew that is was an amazing opportunity that you couldn’t pass up and whatever you were doing was making you happy.

“Thank you, Wanda. These are delicious,” Peter said with his mouth stuffed.

“Thank you,” you echoed, also with a mouth full of food.

“My pleasure you guys,” she smiled, and drank some milk.

You three continued eating the delicious pancakes and listened to each others’ stories of missions you had been on recently. Wanda told you all about a mission she went on with an agent she thought was very cute in Paris, with some psycho with superpowers trying to take down all of the world’s most powerful leaders and how she controlled his mind to erase any thoughts of violence. “And after you-know-who took away his gun and led him away from the civilians, I cleared his mind of the thought of hurting anybody, and he went unconscious and the police took him away.”

“Well that is quite the story, Wan. And you and her, in Paris of all places?”

Her cheeks were rosy from your question, and she giggled and got up from the table. “And with that, I’ll be leaving. I have some TV to catch up on.”

“Okay. Wan.”

Wanda left and you noticed Peter had his mouth full of pancakes like they were going to run away. “You’ve been unusually quiet, Peter.”

He swallowed surprisingly fast, even for a teenage boy. “What, I can’t enjoy my pancakes in peace? Anyway, do you want to go to the park after breakfast? It would be nice to get out of here for a little bit.”

“That would be really nice. I never realized how much being an Avenger takes over your life.”

“Tell me about it, I know it’s insane, but sometimes I actually miss school.”

You chuckled. “I don’t think I’ll ever relate to that.”

The both of you started to clear the table, leaving the plates in the sink for someone else to find. You stood on your tippy-toes to look in the top cabinets. You had a secret stash of candy you kept behind the cereal boxes. Only Tony knew about it, sometimes needing a little bit to get through the day without a headache. You grabbed a small bag of M&M’s and stuffed it in your sweatshirt pocket. Peter was once again puzzled by your habit, but decided to ask at another time. “You ready to go?” he asked.

“Sure am,” you replied with a smile.

Sneaking out of the complex was always a difficult task. Being on the younger side, the two of you were always watched after, making sure you weren’t getting into trouble. After explaining to many members of the security detail, you finally made your way out into the world.

“It’s so nice just to be outside,” you sighed.

“I couldn’t agree more,” said Peter.

You spent hours talking about what was going on in your lives, both of you so happy to have someone to share this with. You asked Peter about the first fight he was apart of at the airport for probably the hundredth time, but he was always so excited to share it. He asked you about going undercover with Natasha all around the world, which was your absolute favorite part of the job.

You pulled on the candy you had stuffed in your pocket. You pulled out a few pieces and carefully placed them into your mouth.  “Do you want some?” you asked, directing the bag towards Peter. “I’m all good, thanks though. But, can I ask you something?”

“I don’t know, can you?” you smirked, causing Peter to laugh. “I’m sorry, of course you can. Keep going.”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Anyway, I was wondering, why do you always keep candy with you? And the strategically selecting of the colors? I don’t mean to judge or anything, I just want to know if it’s a health thing and if I should know about it.”

You smiled and looked down at your hands, fidgeting with the wrapper. “Well, thank you for being concerned, but no it’s not a health problem.” You looked back up to Peter. ”It just reminds me of dad, that’s all, kind of a long stor-”

“I got nowhere to be,” he smiled.

You took a long sigh before speaking. “He started doing it when I was little. Giving me some candy every time I did something well, a little incentive I guess. Did well on a spelling test, got a few chocolates. Hit a homerun in softball, got lollipop. Just a little reward for doing my best. And if I shouldn’t be having a lot, like if I have training soon, then I’ll have one of each color. It’s silly and foolish, I know, but that’s what my dad would do if I shouldn’t have been having junk food then. Just a way to get me to stop asking for more. He kept it up until he, you know, passed, and now I just keep some with me most of the time. Like a reminder I guess of how he wanted me to always be the best I could be and to not let him down. Not that I ever could, it’s just, it’s like a little piece of him is still physically with me. You know?”

“I know,” Peter said pulling you in for a hug. “And you will never let him down. I may not have known him, but from what I can tell he loved you very much and he would be so proud of you.”

“Thank you, Petey. Now, how about we get back to the tower? It’s getting pretty dark out here.”

“Wow, one of the most powerful Avengers is afraid of the dark? Shocking.”

“Actually, I’m afraid we’re not going to be allowed to watch a movie if we come back too late. Come on, let’s go!” You smiled pulling Peter by the hand down the busy New York sidewalk.

Peter was happy to see you smile and laughing. Talking about your father was always hard for you, but he could see you were getting better about opening up. Getting revenge on the man responsible for your father’s death was the reason you started to use your powers, but it led to being taken in by S.H.I.E.L.D., it led to meeting Peter, so it wasn’t all bad. The worst part of your life had led to the best part of your life.

[nok-abadjuan]

Nokia Jade Crooks.

01 / BASICS

Full Name: Nokia Jade Crooks

Nickname(s): Nok, Kia, Kiki

Sex/Gender: Female

Birthday: September 27, 1998

Age: 18

Astrological sign: Aquarius

Occupation: Tattoo Artist

Spoken Languages: English

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Birthplace: Tampa, Florida

Relationship status: In A Relationship

02/ PHYSICAL TRAITS

Race: White American, Black American

Ethnicity: Greek, Irish, African-American

Hair color/style: Black, curly naturally. Straightens it or wears it in curls or weaves.

Eye color: Dark Brown

Accent (if any): Southern Miami Accent, barely there

Height: 5″10

Weight: 150

Tattoos: Sleeve (flowers), wrist and hand (female)

Piercings: Ears, belly button

Unique attributes: High cheekbones, compared to Lauren London a lot

Defining gestures/movements: Pouts a lot

Posture: Regular

03 / PERSONALITY TRAITS

Pet peeves: Fake people, being lied to, being used, people who don’t cover their coughs or sneezes, people who don’t respect others opinions, weak ass niggas, copycats, passive aggressive people, people who can’t own up to anything, scaredy cats, when people tell you to do something as you're doing it, being betrayed

Hobbies/interests: Art, painting, drawing, walking around the mall, exploring places and things, hanging out, eating, watching youtube and going to the movies

Special skills/abilities: Very artistic but doesn’t really show it off, can do a split and back flip

Likes: Making friends, going out, laughing and being silly, cuddling, pumpkin spice lattes, baking desserts or pinning new ones from Pinterest, looking at herself in the mirror, looking at pretty women with nice bodies, going to sex store and buying sex toys to be goofy with and use, pranking, surprising people, reading conspiracy theories online, wikipedia is life, helping poor people

Dislikes: Being told what to do, being judged without being given a chance, sensing someone’s dislike for her or talking about her, people who talk about those less fortunate, being let down, fighting, arguing, not being given a chance, the dark, scary things like ghosts and monsters, scary movies,

Insecurities: Her weight, her shape, her hair, her past drug use and addictions, being easily controlled and persuaded to make others happy

Quirks/eccentricities: Dots her i’s with a heart, draws random doodles on any piece of paper in front of her, strongly dislikes the sound of chewing and hums a quiet song while eating, writes with left hand, but does everything else right-handed, loves to hug or touch on people

Strengths: Creative, love of learning, very wise and loving, really kind and sweet, cares about others, makes a great friend very loyal, forgives easily

Weaknesses: Gets in her feelings easily, very sensitive, gets her feelings hurt easily, easily irritated

Speaking style: Has kind of southern drawl, curses and says nasty things to be silly or funny, can be sometime ghetto in speech

Temperament: Bad temper, irritable, sensitive, emotional

04 / FAMILY & HOME

Family: Her father Gael and her mother Tammy do not get along. They hooked up the summer after senior year of high school when he broke up with his girlfriend and Tammy got pregnant. He went away for college with his girlfriend and eventually married her. He was barely in Nokia’s life and his wife now ex wife, forced him to stay out of Nokia’s life. She grew up with her white side of the family. Being the only dark one, she was picked on and set apart a lot. Her and her mother were kicked out her grandmother’s house and were homeless, lived in a woman’s shelter, then lived in a trailer with her mother’s boyfriend at 12, then they finally got their own 1 bedroom apartment. When she was 15/16 he took her mother to custody after his divorce and won custody over her because he had the money; being a surgeon. She moved to Miami to live with him and to live a better life, taking fun trips and having her own room.

How does (s)he feel about his/her family? She doesn’t like her maternal grandmother. She’s racist against blacks and thinks they’re dirty and did not forget to remind Nokia about herself and her father. She used to tell Tammy she was a slut for sleeping with a black man and having his baby. She called Nokia a porch monkey and little monkey. Called her a nigger whenever she was angry and drunk. Tammy and Nokia are close but they have their drifting moments. Nokia got her drug and alcohol habits from her mother. She used to buy her mother cigarettes and started stealing them to smoke with her friends. She started drinking alcohol because sometimes that was all there was in the house. They got high together a few times but Nokia got clean and her mother still struggles with her own addictions which she tries to hide but Nokia knows the truth. Nokia and Gael are now cooler than when she was younger and first moved in with him. She hated him because her grandmother filled her head with negative thoughts. She used to love when he came to see her or called her as a kid. She got older and realized he put his wife before her and hated him for it and the fact that she had to struggle growing up. They’re now in a better place because Nokia is learning how to forgive people and let things go.

How does his/her family feel about him/her? Her mother depends a lot on her. Since they kind of grew up together, being that she was young herself when she had her; they’re like sisters. Nokia’s father tries to do everything to keep her happy but shows his disappointment when she’s not happy with her. They both love her and she’s the only reason they’d ever come together but she never has asked them to, so they don’t see each other. They haven’t been in the same room in years.

Pets: None.

Where does (s)he live? Her father helped her get a small place but she’s breaking her lease because her boyfriend wants her to move in, so she’s living with him now in a really nice townhouse.

What is it like there? Enough rooms, beautiful from the outside, not much going on. Very calm atmosphere, quiet neighborhood.

Description of his/her home: Modern Townhouse.

Description of his/her bedroom: She sleeps in her boyfriend’s bedroom. Is moving in new furniture and they’re changing the decoration to be more neutral and sexy for the both of them.

05/ THIS OR THAT

Introvert or extrovert? Ambivert

Optimist or pessimist? Realist

Leader or follower? Depends on the situation

Confident or self-conscious? Self-Conscious

Cautious or careless? Careless

Religious or secular? Secular for the most part

Passionate or apathetic? Passionate

Book smarts or street smarts? Street Smarts

Compliments or insults? Compliments

Pajamas or lingerie? Pajamas

06 / FAVORITES

Favorite color: Black, Lavender, Lilac

Favorite clothing style/outfit: Tshirts, shorts, pants, sweatpants, dresses, heels, sneakers, flats. Has a girly but boyish style.

Favorite bands/songs/type of music: Yellowcard, Linkin Park, Paramore, Green Day, No Doubt, Gwen Stefani, Bob Marley, The Wailers, Peter Tosh, Shaggy, Destiny’s Child, Jodeci, TLC, Dru Hill, Xscape, B2K ,The Supremes, The Temptations, The Isley Brothers, Rihanna, Frank Ocean, Michael Jackson, Prince, Erykah Badu, Janelle Monae, Lauryn Hill, Chaka Khan, Ciara, Whitney Houston, Jazmin Sullivan

Favorite movies: Coming to America, Love Jones, Woo, Eve’s Bayou, Set it Off, The Grinch, Home Alone, This Christmas, The Preacher’s Wife, City of God, Cooley High, Juice, Losing Isaiah, Poetic Justice, The Wiz, Love & Basketball, The Last King of Scotland, The Princess and the Frog, Dreamgirls, Coming of age movies, cartoon movies, biopics etc.

Favorite TV shows: Atlanta, Insecure, Chappelle’s show, OITNB, Blackish, Power, The Proud Family, A Different World, The Boondocks, Girlfriends, One on One, In Living Color, Family Matters, Moesha, The Steve Harvey Show, Parkers, Talk shows, Court TV/Judge shows, crime shows, Half & Half, Survivor’s Remorse, Hey Arnold, Criminal Minds, RHOATL, Black Ink Crew, LHH, Fresh Prince

Favorite books: Monster, The Coldest Winter Ever, Kite Runner, Aesop Fables, The Wave, Desert Flower, Of Mice and Men, Number the Stars, Hunger Games, Life of Pi, The Giver, My Sister’s Keeper, The DUFF, The Lightning Thief, The Maze Runner, The Outsiders, Speak, Stargirl, The First Part Last, Tyrell, Good Girlz series, Kimani Tru books, Drama High series, Bluford High series

Favorite foods/drinks: Pasta, pizza with a lot of sauce, anything cheesy, fried chicken, buffalo wings with blue cheese, McDonald’s fries, slushies, homemade lemonade, gummy bears, skittles, zebra cakes, saltine crackers, apple juice, grape juice

Favorite sports/sports teams: None

Favorite actors/actresses: None

Favorite time of day: Night Time

Favorite weather/season: When it’s chilly outside or it rains and thunderstorms, warm breezy days

Favorite animal: None

07 / MISCELLANEOUS

Fears/Superstitions: Other people dogs scare her, scared of the dark, scary movies, ghosts, monsters, scary stories

Political views: None

Religion/philosophy of life: Believes in God but doesn’t go to church, wasn’t brought up in church, only knows basic biblical stories everyone else knows

Allergies: Spiders

Addictions: Used to have a drug and alcohol problem. Heavy drugs like cocaine, LSD, shrooms and weed

Best school subject: She was always good in math, gym class and art

Worst school subject: Hated science

School clubs/sports: None

How does (s)he get money? Tattoo Artist and her father gives her something like an allowance

How is (s)he with technology? Very good with technology and social media

08 / PAST & FUTURE

Fondest memory: Going to the kids choice awards with her dad when she was 12.

Dream vacation: Anywhere with water, beach, sand and beautiful tourists spots

Best thing that has ever happened to this character: Rose Kairi Knight

Worst thing that has ever happened to this character: Being addicted, trying to fit in, her upbringing, doing things for attention, being jumped and bullied, being physically abused, getting hit by a car

What does (s)he want to be when (s)he grows up? She never really had dreams or thought about that

Perfect date: Anywhere as long as the conversation is good and they can both laugh and make memories