#Thor eating and he's thinking about food food that he's eating and wow the taste of metal tastes just like blood

[worstloki]

AU where Loki messes around with magic and can now hear the thoughts of anyone he looks at. He doesn't do it on purpose but he's used to looking at Thor as a default when they're in the same room so that keeps happening and he's finding out his brother's thoughts are more spontaneous than his mouth.

[the-firebird69]

A couple's unwavering love rescues an injured mountain lion #animals #sh...

This announcer words for a Tommy app and tell me after they have not slowed down at all they keep ratting on these invalids and tell me what they're doing and they're sick themselves and shows and how they do things and doing it for what the master doing and nobody can stand them literally they have warrants on them all over the world for just sitting there and blabbing and blabbing and they're saying they're divulging natural secrets and it's it's really what works but it really is what they're doing they're revealing secrets of the realm of theirs everywhere all the time and they are getting arrested and hung because they will not shut up

These people captured this bobcat or mountain lion really and treated him real good and doing it study or something and ultimately released him no he escaped because he could smell something on their breath and it was his what it was his blood that's what they were doing and he said they're doing that they have a taste for it and I got to get out of here. He left and we were on patrol because her son was thinking that they're probably they're an escape to try and find more that's what they're doing so the guy took the long way around and it wasn't good enough when you saw them out and so we were out there stopping the guys after time and he's like wow these guys are going after them it was why is it because they're going after you it's just an animal and he finds out something that we have a use for him in a purpose and doesn't want to hear about it but it's true so they feel a little better but worse and then they start saying what happens if all the little animals disappear and so have son said you can go out to the bugs and he starts giggling a little bit and says those little ones won't go away because of the bugs and it's true and these bugs will never go away so there's a balance one day or sunset after a while you won't have to eat them and we'll give it dog food and he heard the word dog and you get mad and he goes home and cat food and he laughs as it taste funny and he knows about it cuz he's having two and it's a matter of time okay this this has rat too but it's instinct they can't be dominated by someone that is a problem so we heard him getting mad cuz he heard what we're saying and they moved a little and it helped and then they said this these people are everywhere and it was the bad guys and they're all over the place and they're trying to become cat people with something so we just started to go out to the and we know what they're doing and they start to say these people are after us and they didn't know about it so he started to hit them because it kept saying it and they're hitting them pretty good eventually they shut up but this stuff they're doing is illegal and we don't want to see it and we put an APB out on the ones here then they're going to be brought in they get brought in like everyday and questioned and then they'll release them in their bother they're going to go out there to Spain in France and it's going to happen

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

[tonystarktogo]

Last part of the time travel crack ‘verse for now (and sorry for making you all worry about the scepter, I didn’t mean it that way, it just seemed like a good cut-off point tbh):

"The scepter! Did anyone keep an eye on the scepter?"

"I assure you," Agent Agent, who looks a little singed and has a bandage wrapped around one ear, yet continues to rock the personality-free drawl that tricks people into thinking he’s not worth paying attention to, speaks up, "that the scepter is still safely in SHIELD custody, Dr. Banner."

Banner scoffs.

Rogers grimaces.

Barton winces.

And oh, all other issues aside, the vindication of this moment is glorious. Tony feels fully justified in the doubtful look he aims at the screen. You know your show sucks balls when even your own operative doesn’t buy what you’re selling.

"That’s great," Banner says in a painfully droll voice. "But I’ll feel a lot better when we hand it over to our resident Asgardian prince for safekeeping rather than put it into a secret high-security facility and hope for the best. Like the one you stored the Tesseract in took Loki what, five minutes to take over?"

Woah, talk about burn. Tony doesn’t bother muffling his snicker. Who’d have thought Banner has it in him?

[continues under the cut]

"Hang on, wouldn’t it be better—" Rogers interrupts before Fury or Coulson can come up with an excuse, which judging by their sour-slash-carefully-blank expressions isn’t as easy as they’d like it to be.

Banner raises one hand. It shouldn’t be a power move on part with his green counterpart squashing a car in his fist, isn’t even particularly aggressive but for some reason Rogers shuts up. Immediately. The bright, eerily green eyes might have something to do with it. 

"If you’re going where I think you’re going, I advise you to reconsider," Banner growls, the vocals deep enough that Romanoff reaches for the nearest weapon. "Even setting my personal issues aside, it’s not worth the risk."

Barton sighs with what sounds less like exhaustion and more like sad resignation. "Hate to say it, Cap, but he’s right. Sending the scepter off-Earth with the Tesseract is probably the safest course of action we can take right now. We can’t count on being that lucky again."

"Agent Barton," Agent Agent’s words drip with such a pointedly polite friendliness, it’s a wonder he doesn’t spear his own tongue on it. "Please desist in trying to hand off objects that pose an immediate threat to global security to an unvetted alien who, while a valued ally, is in line for the throne of a foreign world."

And wow. Tony’s not gonna win a prize for his sensitivity any time soon, but there’s some things you just don’t say to a guy who got brainwashed into doing an alien’s bidding less than forty-eight hours ago. Going by the way Romanoff has gone rigid, she agrees.

Luckily for everyone present, Barton doesn’t bat an eye at the dig. He leans forward instead, elbows placed on his tights, the picture of relaxation. As long as you ignore the expression on his face that could possibly pass for a smile. If you catch sight of it out of the corner of your eye. Through a dirty mirror. 

"Not that I’m not glad to see you alive and well, Phil, because I am. But getting my head rolled once was already one time too many and if the Tesseract is powerful enough to draw fucking aliens to it then it’s too fucking powerful for us to protect." Barton’s voice becomes progressively lower as he continues his little not-having-any-of-your-shit rant. "More people are gonna get killed over that thing. Good people. Because we don’t have the damn resources to keep it safe. So if we gotta bet on Asgard for this, then that’s what we’re gonna fucking do because to be frank with you sir I’d rather lead the hostile aliens to a world ready for interstellar warfare than my own."

Thor straightens from where he’s been fixated on Loki for the past hour or so, trying to crawl into his brother’s skull through willpower alone by the looks of it, and dips his head in Barton’s direction. "Thank you for your faith," he says gravely, as though Barton hasn’t straight up told everyone in this room he wants to use Asgard as a shield-slash-sacrificial-offering. "I hope my people will prove worthy of it."

"Should be fine." Banner shrugs with a nonchalance Tony envies. "’s long as we take care of your murderous sibling first."

Thor winces. Loki’s face loses whatever expressiveness it had left and it already was at state zero: emotions not welcome here to begin with. 

But. Tony tilts his head. Why not just call Loki by his name? Unless, of course, Banner isn’t referring to him. But how would the infamous Hulk-slash-brilliant-scientist have gotten himself wrapped up in alien family drama? And is there a form Tony can sign? Because he hates being kept out of the loop.

"Avengers!" Fury snaps before things can get any more awkward. Which, good for him, but in Tony’s fine opinion he should have taken the win and be done with it. There’s just no winning against whatever type of madness — not to mention feelings — these people are so inconsiderately spreading inside his walls. "You’re not bartering off our best chance to defend ourselves against alien invaders, have I made myself clear? That’s an order."

Rogers scoffs at the screen and damn it, Tony’s determined not to like the guy but the way he just smirks humorlessly as he stares Fury down, all aww shucks did you want the pretty, glowy thing too and well too damn bad for you makes it hard. Especially when Rogers goes that little extra mile and asks with a plain as day air of who fucking cares: "Whatever gave you the impression that this is a negotiation, Director Fury?"

It’s just too great a line to resist and Tony is only human. He makes a sharp gesture with his hand and JARVIS disconnects the call before they witness Fury pop a blood vessel. Let that be Agent’s problem for the time being.

"So," Tony states after a moment. "Besides all but declaring war on SHIELD, the organization two people in this room are officially employed by, for the record, and dealing with Reindeer Games over there, what’s the plan?"

Nervous shuffling. Awkward grins. Badly-hidden glances going back and forth. 

Perhaps most notably, nobody protests the declaring-war-on-SHIELD part. Tony would ask but frankly he’s still on his first glass of scotch — meaning way too fucking sober for whatever madness the answer to that question will undoubtedly raise. It’s a sad, sad day in the history of mankind when Tony is the voice of reason in a room filled with one-person-armies.

"What about Shawarma?" Rogers, apparently the most uncomfortable with the pressing silence, blurts out.

Tony gives that pitiful attempt to change the subject the nice try, have to admit I didn’t see that coming but you’re gonna have to give me more than that look it deserves. As it turns out though, he may have been overestimating his present company’s average ability to read a room.

"I could go for a bite," Barton pipes up, earning himself a soul-shriveling, dead-eyed, where the fuck did I go wrong with you and how have I not killed you yet stare, courtesy of Romanoff that he brushes off with admirable ease. Still not moving an inch away from her either and if Tony’s noticed the way her hand’s been edging ever closer to the knife strapped to her calf, there’s no way Barton hasn’t.

"Sounds good," Banner chimes in with a twisted amusement that makes Tony want to scratch his eyes out. "I know just to the place."

*

They do eat Shawarma together. [All of them, even Loki, because Thor insists his brother is far too thin. Considering Barton doesn’t protest and the only person Loki tries to stab with his salad fork is Thor himself, nobody comments on it.]

As if to add insult to a very long list of injuries that Tony is dying to poke and prod at, the food tastes delicious.

*

Okay so the whole antagonizing SHIELD thing wasn’t planned, but I figured in this AU there was no drawn out battle and no bomb and so there was no ‘thank fuck we’re even alive right now’ relief to take the edge of. Instead everyone is pissed off and frustrated (if for very different reasons) and not outright attacking the helicarrier right now is about all the diplomacy Steve has the patience for at this point.

[wooyunhwa]

kingdom of welcome addiction | five

view pinned post for masterlist / links to the rest of the parts!

Genre: smut (with plot), angst

Pairing: demon!san x fem!reader / ???yunho x fem!reader 

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: overstimulation, finger sucking, multiple orgasms, use of toys

Synopsis: Torn between two opposing forces competing for your attention, who will you choose? Will San’s secrets finally come to light?

A/N: Finally some backstory! Strap in! Thank you for reading and comments are super appreciated as always! <3 love you all

“I’ve been assigned to protect her.”

“From what?” San asked, relaxing his hostile stance back a bit. 

Yunho glanced at you, then back at San, uneasiness coming through in his gaze. 

“From you.”

“From me?” San laughed mockingly.

“They’re not happy with you, San. Up there.” Yunho gestured vaguely upwards. Was heaven actually up? 

“Tell me something I didn’t know,” San muttered with a roll of his eyes.

“I’m not talking about that,” Yunho said seriously. “I’m talking about you saving her. They take fate pretty seriously.” 

“So what, you’re like the protector of fate now? Give me a break,” he sneered, voice tinged with mockery. With the way they bickered, you’d think they were some old divorced couple. 

“You guys are talking like I’m not in the room. Can someone explain to me what’s going on?”

Yunho’s hand rubbed against your leg. You weren’t sure exactly how to feel about his touch now, knowing he was a celestial being and not just a cute human boy, but it did feel nice. Comforting somehow, even in this situation.  “When San saved you, he altered your fate.”

“You’re saying I’m supposed to be dead?”

“Well, yes. While you should be dead, we angels don’t exactly endorse killing humans, even if it was their fate. But that’s why I was reassigned. Your original guardian… well, he couldn’t watch over you any more.”

You felt as cynical as San for a minute, rolling your eyes at Yunho’s implication. “Sounds like the original guardian wasn’t doing a very good job then, if he was gonna let me die.”

San laughed from his position, poised against the counter top casually. His fangs glistened as his mouth formed a familiar smirk. “That’s my girl.” 

Yunho was entirely unamused, but turned to face you fully, face lingering entirely too close. “Either way, I’m here to watch over you now. Make sure he—” He shot a poisonous glare at San. “—doesn’t alter fate again. You’re in big trouble, by the way.” 

San smiled sarcastically, eyes like daggers as they met with Yunho. “What are they gonna do, hmm? Banish me?” He wiggled his fingers mockingly. “Oh no, I’m soooo scared.”  

“Anyway,” he pulled his gaze back to you now, eyes sparkling like the stars as they met with yours. The way he looked at you, you’d think you were the only two in the universe. “If this impulsive idiot hadn’t ruined it—” He shot another deathly glare at San. “—I was going to watch over you from here. As your classmate. Angels aren’t typically permitted to get this close to their assignments, but you’re a special case. I was given a lot of flexibility.”

“Oh, give me a fucking break,” San sneered through his teeth. “Classmate, my ass. I saw how your hands were all over her.”

“Don’t you have some souls to eat somewhere? Virgins to sacrifice?” Yunho taunted in his direction. 

“Fuck. Actually, I do. I’m getting a call.” San turned on his heels. “Don’t think I’m letting this one go,” he said, but he was gone before you could even get a parting word out to him. 

Your mind felt like it had been reduced to a steaming pile of mush after your conversation with the two of them—well, more like you listening to them bicker. Either way, there was too much information to take in at once. In a matter of minutes, your cute human crush became your cute angel guardian. Well, you supposed he always was, but the fact that you knew it made it feel so much more strange. 

But a few things hadn’t changed. 

He still sparkled like the stars to you. You had already fallen for him hopelessly, the minute you saw him walking into your classroom, you knew that to be fact. Nothing about your attraction to him had changed. Whether or not his ethereal glow was because he was incredibly handsome or  because he was very literally an angel changed any of that fact for you. His touch still gave you goosebumps. His soft smile in your direction still made your heart race. He was still the embodiment of light, glowing like a beautiful aurora. He radiated the positivity you needed so desperately.

And you were alone with him.

“I’m sorry you had to find out like this,” he said, his hand still rested on your thigh. “About me being your guardian. I was hoping I could get to know you better first. Just as Yunho. I didn’t anticipate San showing up unannounced.”

You skipped right past his apology, needing answers. “So—Why? Why’d you kiss me? If I’m just your assignment?” you questioned angrily. But a part of you didn’t even want to ask him why. You just wanted to do it again. 

“It was genuine,” he promised. “It wasn’t planned. But it was genuine. We angels may not be human, but we have a bit more humanity than that demon. We have souls. They’re just not… bound by the human realm.”

You had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, but he looked beautiful saying it. You felt like you couldn’t possibly take in any more information than you already had without completely losing it. You winced suddenly, noticing your head beginning to ache. 

“Y/N, are you okay? W—Would you like me to leave?” Yunho asked softly, sensing the look on your face. It was odd to have him asking. San usually just left whenever he wanted to, disappearing into the ether without a trace. 

“Leave? Do you just... disappear out of thin air like San does?” you asked seriously. 

Yunho chuckled, his laugh like music to your soul. “No, no. I’d have to walk out the door. And take the bus.”

“What kind of angel takes the bus?” you jested, assuming he was joking. 

“It’s part of my assignment. I’m not exactly human, but I don’t have all my angel powers either. I was supposed to blend in as much as possible. So I play by the laws of the universe now,” he chuckled. “Speaking of, just because I’m an angel, doesn’t mean I’m not actually worried about passing that class.” 

You burst into laughter at the ridiculousness. He was an angel who had to take the bus and do homework? What a shitty deal. You were enjoying his company, and you didn’t want him gone just yet. “To answer your earlier question, you can stay. You’re supposed to be protecting me, right? I’d feel safe if you were around.”

He smiled warmly. You realized his hand was still on your thigh, and his face a lot closer than you remembered. He looked so soft and inviting, and you remembered the way he kissed you earlier. It was soul-warming, like a comfort food you ate as a child, something your mom would make for you. 

“I’d love to stay and protect you. And not just because it’s my job,” he said charmingly, eyes forming into two cute crescents on his face. He was absolutely glowing. 

No matter how you looked at it, he and San were magnets with opposing forces, and yet they both drew you in equally. 

You leaned into a kiss without thinking, your eyes trained only on his soft, inviting lips. You melted into them as you collided, immediately overwhelmed with the gentle way his lips met yours. He reciprocated against you, hands moving from your thighs to cupping softly on the small of your waist, pulling you against him. Everything he did was passionate, yet tender. He handled you like the most delicate glass, like you could break at any moment and he would be there to put the pieces back together. You pushed your body against him, sinking into the soft, thick fabric of his sweater. He felt like a cloud. 

He was San’s very literal antithesis. And something in you needed that right now more than anything. 

You pushed your tongue in his mouth, indicating you wanted to escalate things. You fisted your hands into his pillowy sweater, grasping at him to pull him in closer against you. He moaned against your mouth, and the sound sent tingles all the way down your spine. 

But he pulled away, leaving you grasping desperately at the fabric of his sweater.

“I can’t do this in good conscience,” he said, brows furrowed with concern. Wow, he really was San’s antithesis. 

“Is it breaking angel code to make out with your assignment?”

“Well, no. Technically, I’m free to do whatever I want as a human bound here for now. I just want to make sure you’re not doing something you regret. It’s all very fast.”

You sighed, breaking away from him, though you craved his lips even more now that the taste lingered on your tongue. The silence felt deafening—you wanted to hear more of Yunho’s angelic moans against your ear. Moments like this made you miss San’s impulsivity. You knew if he was here he’d be all over you. 

“Can we cuddle, at least?” you asked, gaze drifting up and down from his soft lips to his even softer sweater. He was like a marshmallow you wanted to sink down into. He was everything you needed right now. Pure comfort. 

He nodded softly, repositioning himself against the arm of the loveseat. He motioned between his legs, creating a nice wedge for you to cuddle up in. You curled up against him, your head sinking down softly in the pillowy sweater. He wrapped his arms around you protectively. You weren’t sure, but you thought you heard him singing to you as you drifted to sleep. 

You woke up to a note on the fridge, scribbled neatly and punctuated with hearts and smiley faces. He was so effortlessly pure. Even his handwriting was cute.

Morning class, can’t miss! Sorry. See you in Advanced Religion? 

You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself. What a dork. He’d just revealed himself as an angel, and yet he was worried about missing class? To be honest, you really couldn’t afford to miss any classes either, but there were so many unanswered questions still swirling around in your head. You needed San.

After cleaning yourself up thoroughly, you decided to summon him in your room, something you hadn’t done for a while. 

“Early for you to be calling me.” You swiveled on your heels, your face immediately met with San’s chest. You stumbled back a few steps, but he caught your waist in his arms, pulling you in to him. “Nice to hear you calling, darling. I’d say you smell sweet, but you reek of angel.” He glanced around suspiciously. “Is he still here?”

“No, he left before I even woke up.”

San sighed, then trained his gaze on you, crimson eyes lighting up like a fire. “Good. You know, I’ve missed you, lamb.” He drew his finger across your chin, tipping you up to his eyes like he always did before he wanted something. “Care to play with me this morning?”

You didn’t feel like entertaining his games right now. “No, not really. I have a lot of questions I need to be answered.”

“You’re no fun,” he pouted sarcastically, before leaning back against the desk in your room. “Alright, let’s get this over with before I get called elsewhere.”

“Earlier, you came in without being called. I thought I had to call you for you to appear. In the alley, too. How?”

He sighed, rubbing his forehead with two fingers, reluctant to answer your questions. “I can do it, but it’s a risk. Like working without a contract. Goes against the demon rulebook, or whatever. But I was willing to break some rules when I saw that angelic asshole with his hands all over you,” he said, putting extra spiteful emphasis into referring to Yunho.  

“You guys… have history, I take it?”

“It’s a long story. I’d rather not get into it right now,” he responded dismissively. “Anything else?”

“Were you watching me?”

“I—only a little. Just enough to see you mouth-fucking with that angel bitch,” he sneered through his teeth.

Damn. Touchy subject. 

“Are you trying to say we’re exclusive or something? Because that most certainly wasn’t the impression I got from this relationship.”

San’s eyes narrowed, pushing himself off the desk to close the distance between you. He ran a fingernail down your neck, making sure to drag over every bite mark. “No. We’re not. But I feel... protective of you.”

“Well then don’t worry about Yunho. It’s his job to protect me.”

San rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t say he’s exactly trustworthy,” he grumbled under his breath, then quickly focused back on your neck. “Ugh, darling, won’t you let me have a little fun? I’ve had a rough week.”

You pulled away, dropping your gaze. “I—I need to go. To school. I’m late.”

San clicked his tongue, looking at you with a look of displeasure. “You’re really no fun. You’re the one who called me here, lamb. No tears? No blood? Not even a taste of your lips?” 

“Bye, San. Don’t come back unless you’re called, understand? Or I’m done making contracts.” You met his eyes seriously. “Forever.”

Seeing Yunho at school was… strange, to say the least, after his big reveal to you. You had made a routine of getting there early just to watch him come through the door, and your new information about his job didn't change any of that. 

It seemed like the other girls in class caught on to getting there early too, seated expectantly for him to walk through the door, tall and model-esque. You'd even heard girls whispering about him in the halls—the new blue haired boy who every girl on campus wanted a piece of. They drew their heads up as he ascended the lecture hall stairs to make his usual seat next to you, like they were watching a celebrity. 

Inspiration struck. As he sat down next to you, you gave him a flirtatious wink, then pulled him in for a casual, but slightly drawn out kiss. You let your lips linger against his for a few seconds afterwards, eating up the jealous stares of your classmates. You wanted to mark him yours. After all, he was your guardian. 

He looked at you with wide eyes, and you took his hand, lacing his fingers in yours. “Go with it,” you whispered discreetly in his direction. 

He gave your hand a light squeeze, leaning back in to give you a soft peck on the cheek to seal the deal. 

And just like that, he played the role of your college boyfriend. But it was just a role. Acting. In a sick way, you loved the jealous, spiteful stares you got as you walked down the hall with him. And he was able to keep a closer eye on you without being hunted down by every girl on campus trying to flirt with him. It was a mutual agreement. 

You were still entirely enamored by him, you crush in full bloom. Playing the role of his girlfriend was satisfying, but not in the way you needed it to be. He was sweet, but distant—you assumed he was trying his best to stay objective, to not get too wrapped up in his assignment. But you wanted so much more.

He sometimes came over to your place to study, and you rarely even mentioned his angelic presence. He requested that you treat him normally, like any other human, although that was pretty much asking the impossible. He certainly wasn’t, and would never be, like any other human. 

He still glowed like an aurora and sparkled like the stars. You wanted to cuddle up into him and never let go. You wanted to spend your days nestled in his arms. A few times, you did, falling asleep curled up on his chest on the couch like you had the first day he came over. 

But you couldn't help but want more.

Your lonely nights had made you needy. 

Yunho wasn't quite ready to go there with you yet, as he very clearly defined when you came onto him the first night he came over, and you'd been avoiding San like the plague. Not that it was hard—all you needed to do was not summon him. And you hadn't, for a while actually. 

But your hand wasn't doing it for you today. You needed more. You needed San.

You were partly joking about him being your demon prostitute, but he kind of was now that you were calling him exclusively to get you off.  Not that you were complaining about that. You were trying to distance yourself from him emotionally, but that didn't mean you couldn't have him help you with your physical needs. 

You put on your best set of lingerie, a black lacy set you weren’t really even sure why you had, and displayed yourself sexily on the bed. Not that you needed lingerie to entice San, but you figured it couldn’t hurt. 

He appeared with a low growl, eyes immediately glazing over with lust. “What’s this darling? Finally want to have a little fun?”

“I want a contract, San. I don’t care what you do for me—clean my kitchen, make me dinner, I don’t care—but your reward is my body. Take it or leave it.”

“Very forward of you today,” he said with an amused smirk. “I like it.”

“Your answer?”

“Fine, I accept. But I have a condition.”

He wasn’t in much of a position to give conditions, but you nodded, urging him to continue. 

“You’ve left me waiting for so long. I want to have a little fun with my prey first, hmm? That vibrator in there.” He gestured his head to your nightstand, the top drawer where you kept your pink silicone vibrator. It was small, compact, and admittedly expensive. It also came with a fully customizable bluetooth remote.  “It’s remote, right?”.

“It’s remote capable, yeah.”

His lips pulled into a sinister smile, eyes darkening, and you realized what was happening.

“I want to watch you squirm. I love watching you. My helpless little lamb," he cooed, stepping over to your nightstand to pull it out.

“Wait, but how did you know that was—”

“I may or may not have done some snooping in your room while you were asleep the other night.” He flashed you his fangs, eyes glimmering playfully. “You should know not to trust a demon, darling.” He twirled the vibrator between his fingers, glancing from it to you, still laying in wait on the bed. “Did you put on that pretty number just for me? You look… delicious in it.” He drew his tongue over his teeth, then took a seat on the edge of the bed. 

His hand traced over your skin, from your neck down to your breasts, stomach, hips, then between your legs, circling your clit through your panties. You had missed his touch desperately, although if you were being honest, it wasn’t his you necessarily missed. You missed intimate touch at all. 

He leaned forward to plant a kiss, surprisingly gentle, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip. “Tonight’s about you, my lamb. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to have my fun.”

You were already wet before he got here, hopelessly horny and waiting for his arrival. You were now even more so. The lace of your panties was completely soaked as he danced his fingers across it. He pulled the seam of the lingerie to the side, just enough to slip the vibrator inside of you. His other hand held the remote. His eyes were fixed on you, power erupting beneath his crimson irises. 

He had you literally in the palm of his hand. The smallest touch on the remote, and he was completely in control. He did not take that power lightly. He turned it on, the light buzz immediately sending vibrations through you like waves. Your mind soared in pleasure, whimpers escaping from your lips.

“That’s cute. That’s just the low setting, darling,” he cooed, pressing the lace of your panties back between your legs. He pressed a hand on your stomach, feeling the way your core trembled under his touch. “To your feet,” he commanded suddenly. “C’mon.”

You wobbled up off the bed, and he cranked up the intensity to the highest setting the second your feet met the floor. Your legs buckled underneath you, and a smirk passed over his lips as he watched you, weak like putty in his hands. 

He pushed you to your knees beneath him, standing tall as his hooded gaze fell on you from above, dark and lust. He praised you sweetly as his hand gripped in your hair, tightening his grip as he toyed with the buttons on the vibrator. You trembled as the vibrations rocked through you. Every so often he would stop the sensations completely, stopping to pet your head softly and sing you praises, only to push up the intensity to full and grip his fingers tighter in your hair. Your head spun with neediness, practically dripping around the vibrator sunk deep inside you. 

He lifted your chin with his fingertip, tilting your head up almost 90 degrees. You whined as the vibrations teased you torturously, it had felt like hours he was watching you, a satisfied smile curled on his lips as he watched you writhe and shake at the mercy of his fingertips. Your whining grew louder, orgasm firing through you so intensity you could barely keep yourself upright. Only the tugging of his hands in your hair kept you up on your knees. 

"That's a good, good girl. So pretty when you’re shaking," he praised sweetly. 

He brought his hand to your mouth, parting your lips slightly by tugging down on your teeth, then shoved two fingers in. You sucked them enthusiastically, eating up the noises that escaped him at watching you gag on his fingers. He shoved them in farther, and you gagged a bit. Right on cue, he pushed up the intensity of the vibrations. You shook and moaned against his fingers as the vibrations rocked through you again, and this time you were much more sensitive. He watched the look on your face twist as he switched the pace from fast to slow, thrusting his fingers in every so often to hear your gagged breaths. 

“Such a dirty girl, getting off choking on my fingers. Embarrassing, really. But cute,” he cooed, shoving his fingers in your mouth one last time as he cranked up the intensity on the remote, then pulling them out with a trail of saliva. 

He sent you over the edge again. And again. Your knees started to burn lightly against the carpet as he toyed with you over, and over, and over. You weren’t sure how many times you’d come. You lost count at some point. Drool pooled at the corner of your mouth, body sore from writhing and shaking, every muscle contracting again and again. “Good, good girl,” he praised again, stroking your hair softly. “Tired, lamb? I may have gone a little overboard. I couldn’t help it. You’re just so cute when you’re helpless under me.”

You breathed heavily, unable to make words. Your brain was pleasured mush, entirely blissed from the at least five orgasms you had. “Tired…” you muttered, glancing up at him through heavy eyes. 

“I know. You did good.” He raised you up, supporting you by the waist as you stumbled weakly to your feet. Your legs were jello, and you weren’t sure if you could even make it to bed. San seemed to know that too, as he lifted you effortlessly, placing you on your bed gingerly. He helped you remove the vibrator, your body trembling as it slipped out. He even offered a change of clothes and helped you slip into them. Why was he being so nice? 

Your eyes were heavy, body completely wrecked from the orgasms. You didn’t remember much after that. The whole world went black at some point.

When you woke up, there was a note on your nightstand:

I cleaned the apartment for you. Consider the contract complete. xoxo demon maid 

Studying with Yunho became a nightly habit, replacing your bedroom rendezvous with San. That wasn’t to say you didn’t summon him sometimes to fulfill... certain needs, but that was beside the point. 

You were caught between the two of them them, both pulling you in opposite directions, both fulfilling different needs for you. You felt guilty, flirting with Yunho in the daytime and summoning San at night to sate your desires. But there was something in you that still wasn’t ready to let San go. 

He’d been on your mind recently, San. Despite all the cards being out on the table, he was still particularly vague about one thing: his history with Yunho. 

"Yunho I—I need to ask you something."

He turned his eyes to you, and his smile was warm and inviting. "Anything." 

"It's about San." 

Yunho broke his gaze, his sunshine smile fading. "I told you, I didn't want to—"

"How do you know him?"

"What do you mean?"

"He said you were a former colleague. Did you work with him before? Can angels even work with demons?"

Yunho sighed, rubbing his neck apprehensively. "I shouldn't be tell—"

"I already know too much. What's one more thing?"

He chuckled lightly, the heavenly sound ringing in your ears like a lullaby. "I suppose you have a point. But… you can't tell San I told you this."

Your hand came up, zipping your mouth closed with a wink. "Consider it locked away." 

“Alright, well… San wasn’t always a demon. He used to be an angel. We worked together. We were… friends. A long time ago, at least.”

They were friends? You couldn’t ever imagine them getting along.

“What happened?”

“He fell for a human. His assignment. I wouldn’t say that’s typical, but it happens. I don’t blame him for that.” Yunho dropped his gaze, gritting his teeth. “An angel who has fallen for a human… they usually experience the grief of loss, and move on. There’s nothing in angel code that says you can’t experience love. But San has always been... more impulsive than most. And he made a mistake.”

Your heart dropped in your chest. “What—what kind of mistake?” 

“He wanted to make a deal, with a crossroads demon. The deal would prolong her life, but he would be forever indentured to the demon. He didn’t care… as you probably already know, he’s impulsive.” He paused for a moment, rubbing his neck in thought. His expression was pained, regretful.  “I—I was the only angel he told about making the deal. He trusted me, but I ratted him out. He was making a huge mistake… I couldn’t let him sell his soul away like that.”

“So he made the deal?”

“No. They got to him in time. But he broke a lot of angel codes when he made that plan, and I was witness to his confession. They tried his case, but he was never very well liked by the committee. And so they banished him.” 

You fell silent, unable to form the right words. Yunho’s eyes were big, glistening with what looked like the beginning of tears.

“He would never say it, but I know he blames me for his human’s death. If I hadn’t have told them about his plans, she wouldn’t have died then. But… I couldn’t let him sell his soul to the crossroads demon. At the time, I never imagined he’d be banished. I thought they would just stop him from making the deal, maybe suspend him for a few weeks. But not banished.”

“So, angels who are banished become demons then?” 

“They don’t have to. They just can’t carry out their angel duties anymore. And they’re stripped of their wings. He was hurt. Scared, I’m sure. He had nowhere left to turn. He sold his angel soul to become a demon, for the promise of a life of fulfillment. However twisted it was.”

You dropped your gaze, falling completely silent for a while. None of Yunho’s story connected with the dark, bloodthirsty San you knew. You couldn’t imagine what he was like as an angel. Did he sparkle like the stars? Did he smell like heaven itself? Was his smile like the sunshine too? 

Yunho’s voice broke through the silence. “I answered your question. Now you answer one for me.”

His serious expression suddenly made you uneasy. "Is it this last homework question?" you joked, but Yunho's face was unamused. 

"San…” His eyes met with yours, soft and earnest. “...do you love him?"

Your eyes went wide. “Do I love San? No… no.” You shook your head a few too many times, as if you were trying to convince yourself, not Yunho. “Our relationship is purely business. We exchange... services. That's all.” Your hand came up to your neck involuntary, feeling the faint remaining scars of his bite marks.

“Then why do you keep him around? You're beautiful.” Your heart fluttered for a minute at his fleeting compliment. How could such an otherworldly handsome being think you were beautiful?

“You don't need his… services. He's nothing but trouble. I know you know that.” 

“Maybe I'm attracted to trouble.”

"Well, you're attracted to me, too, right?" Your breath caught in your chest. Heat rose in your face, staining your cheeks an incriminating bright red. You opened your mouth hesitantly, but he didn't give you the chance to answer. "So maybe you don't need a bad boy after all?" 

"You said it yourself, Yunho. You need to focus on protecting me. No complications." 

He leaned in closer, setting his hand gently on your cheek. A chill rolled through your spine. "What if I changed my mind?" 

You pulled your lips against his, melting against him softly. You wanted him. Yunho. The ethereal boy that stole your heart the moment you saw him. But now, your mind saw only San. Why? Why could you only see his face?

You didn’t see the San you knew, though. You didn’t see demon San, you saw angel San. The one you could only imagine. You saw the San with a soft, peaceful smile, highlighted by the cute dimples on his cheeks. You saw the San who would risk his life for the one he loved, no matter the cost. You saw the San who made a mistake, and paid his soul for it. 

Your heart ached. You pulled away from Yunho suddenly, a single tear rolling from your eyes at first, followed by a river.

He didn’t ask you why, he only pulled you into him tightly, wrapping his long arms around you in the most comforting hug. You nuzzled into his neck, taking in his scent—he smelled like fresh rain on a spring morning.

It would have been so simple just to choose Yunho. He was the obvious choice. Beautiful, warm, kind—he was everything you could ever need. 

So why could you only think of San?

[fluffymcu]

Letting Loose

Part TWO

This series is TICKLE related. Outfits that are linked here are purely for picturing the clothes, you don’t have to look like the model.

Series Summary:  You’re the little sister of the one and only Captain America. You’re also the youngest girl on the team, so that automatically makes you the avengers’ little princess. And they spoil you as such. They have become your amazing family and you don’t know where you’d be without them. This series will show random adventures and fluffy events in the daily life of the reader and her family, along with an unexpected turn later on as you read.

A/N: I’m so excited to be writing this series! This is my first time writing one and I’m a bit nervous but I hope it all goes well. :) The first few chapters will be about random events, not really following a timeline until Chapter 9. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2,462

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You were really feeling the comfort of sleep right now. It was perfect. Your sheets were so comfortably warm and your blinds were shut to the max, keeping the lighting in your room dark. Your muscles were so relaxed and your body felt heavy, weighing you down to the bed at the perf-

“Wake up!” Peter said, painfully energetic that morning as he strolled through your room. You groaned loudly for a dramatic amount of time to make sure he knew you were annoyed. Peter disappeared into your closet for a few minutes before coming out with a simple outfit for school. “Come on, y/n/n, get up. I brought you some clothes, get dressed.” He said, tossing your clothes on the bed. You whined and hugged your pillow.

“Five more minutes. I promise I’ll get up.” You mumbled. 

“Nope!” He quipped, grabbing you under your arms and dragging you out of your bed. You groaned loudly again, desperately grabbing your sheets, the mattress, the headboard, anything to keep you on the bed. “Empty promises. I’ve heard em’ all before.” Once he got you off the bed, you stood up with a sigh and grabbed the clothes off the bed and went to the bathroom to get dressed while Peter patiently waited for you on your bed. 

Today you had a class with Peter. You were sitting in front of him and trying so hard to pay attention but the class was just so boring. Half the class was literally asleep and the other half already closing their eyes. You sighed, feeling bored. A few moments later you heard Peter sigh and shuffle around in his chair.

Your teacher had started to explain some interesting stuff now, so it was able to keep your attention for a bit longer. You were writing down some notes on your pad when you felt fingers ghosting over your side. You silently flinched, thinking it was just your nerves, since you were sleepy. But then it happened again, this time it was a squeeze. You sat up straight and quickly turned to look behind you. Peter was laying his head on his arm, his arm stretched out and resting right next to your side. He had a little smirk on his face and you dulled your eyes at him. “Don’t” You mouthed, turning back to face the teacher. 

Not even a few moments later, Peter began to trace patterns on your side again. You flinched, biting your lips to contain a squeak. Peter’s smirk widened and he stopped for a few minutes before starting again, this time he was trying to get a laugh out of you. He dug his fingers into your sides, creeping up to your sensitive ribs. You yelped, accidentally hitting your knee under the table and making a sort of loud noise compared to the silence in the room. The teacher didn’t seem to notice as she continued on with her lesson. Thankfully, half the class was asleep and didn’t pay attention to you. You turned back around, giving Peter a death glare. He only shrugged and smiled innocently at you. 

With a huff, you turned around and scooted up in your seat, only half of your butt on the seat. Peter smirked, as he was still able to reach pretty good. He waited a moment before using both hands to tase your ribs for just a second. This caught you off guard as you couldn’t contain the squeal that left your mouth. Peter instantly bowed his head, pretending to be writing something down and you did the same, resting your head on your hand. A few students woke up to the noise and after a minute of Ms. Jones looking around the room, the class continued. Your cheeks burned and you scooted up in your seat as much as possible. You were basically at the edge of your seat. If you scoot up anymore, you’d be completely off the chair. Peter was snickering to himself and you closed your eyes in frustration. First he wakes you up, now this. He’s close to getting a smack on the head. 

Soon you felt Peter’s finger hook on the belt loop of your jeans, pulling you backward to sit on the chair better. You turn to look at him once again and he raises his hands in defense. “I’m not gonna do it anymore. Promise.” You turn back around and relax a bit. Peter left you alone for the rest of the lesson and when the bell rang, you packed up your bag and turned to face Peter with your most annoyed face. Well, tried. You could never stay mad at Peter, especially when he’d have that guilty yet cheeky look on his face. You felt yourself smile and you bit your lip to hide it. Peter just started to giggle at your inability to keep a straight face. 

“You could have gotten me in trouble, Peter.” You sighed. 

“I was bored! And so were you, I could tell.” Peter chuckled.

“That’s your excuse?” You scoffed, walking along side of him out into the hall. Peter shrugged sheepishly, and rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Whatever, let’s go home.” 

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You and Peter walked into the compound, giggling at another horrible physics pun Peter said. Surprisingly, no one was in the living room. Peter went upstairs to take a shower and you made your way to one of the hallways before bumping into Tony. You jumped a little and giggled when you saw it was him. “Hey Trouble, how was school?” Tony smirked, pulling you into a side hug. You smiled and hugged him back, following him to the kitchen.

“It was okay. A little boring though. Oh, and I’m just gonna snitch on him now, Peter almost got me in trouble today. Just cause he was ‘bored’.” You raised your eyebrows. Tony chuckled and shook his head. 

“You just looove to snitch on him, don’t you?” He smirked, laughing a bit when you nodded proudly. 

“Where is everyone? We didn’t see anyone in the living room when we came home.” You hummed, looking around. Tony started to prepare the food for dinner and the cheese out of the refrigerator. 

“They’re all down in the gym. You know Tuesdays are their gym days.” He said nonchalantly. 

“Oh yeah!” You said, forgetting it was Tuesday. You hopped off the stool and went around the island to help Tony cook. You were making burgers, flipping the patties gently, and cooking a vegan patty for Wanda on a separate pan. Little by little you saw bits of the team come out of the gym and greet you while passing by, heading up to shower. By the time everyone was showered and downstairs, dinner was ready. You were excited for Wanda to have her burger since you cooked it yourself and made sure to season it well so it could taste just like a meat burger. 

You all sat down at the table and ate, Thor and Clint having an eating competition with the burgers. Obviously Thor won. Wanda took her first bite and you saw her eyes widen and look at you. “Wow, y/n, this tastes amazing! It’s seasoned so well! Tastes just like I remember meat to taste like.” She smiled. You grinned widely and felt really good about yourself. Proud. 

“Thanks, I’m glad you like it.” You said, digging into your own burger.

“I love it!”

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After dinner, you were all downstairs cleaning up the kitchen. It was quiet so Clint spoke up, making everyone chuckle.

“What is this, a death sentence? Put some music on while we’re here.”

You quickly perked up at the perfect opportunity to flaunt your “amazing” singing skills to the team like you always liked to do. “Oh! How about live music?” You pulled a smug grin, wiggling your eyebrows at the team. They instantly started protesting, only encouraging you more.

“Nooo no no no no. No live music I think we’re good, thanks.” The team said, waving their hands to make an X shape. You grinned ear to ear as you hopped on the counter.

“LIVE MUSIC IT IS, THEN! Let me grace you all with my amazing voice.” You cheered, grabbing a spatula and using it as a mic. Everyone started to groan and clean the kitchen faster. You started to sing the same song you sing to them every time, knowing that it’s the exact song they hate so much. 

“Tell me somethin’ girl...” You started, everyone began to audibly groan and cover their faces, feigning frustration. You didn’t exactly have an angelic voice so to say, but that never stopped you from serenading them. They secretly loved it though.

.....

“I’M OFF THE DEEP EEEND, WATCH AS I DIVE IIIN. I’LL NEVER LEAVE THE GROUND!!” You sing loudly, your voice cracking and a bit off key. The team covering their ears dramatically to tease you, but it didn’t phase you. Peter was cracking up, being the only one actually boosting you up. 

You finished your song, taking a bow. Everyone started booing you, and you put your hand on your heart and doing the wave with your hand. “Thank you! thank you! Thank you so much for this amazing opportunity!” You said, making everyone else chuckle, going back to work to finish cleaning the kitchen.

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Since Bucky wasn’t downstairs for dinner, you ran up to his room and walked in. He was on his bed, reading a book. When you came in, he looked up to see you and smiled sweetly. “Hey Princess!” You smiled and walked over to his bed. 

“You weren’t downstairs. You missed dinner. I helped Tony make burgers.” You say, crawling onto bed with him, letting him engulf you in a hug. 

“I know, I wasn’t hungry. Although I would have eaten if I had known you made it.” He said with a lopsided grin. You smiled and hid your face in his chest. “How was school?” 

“Good.” You sighed, already getting tired with all the warmth his body was radiating. 

“Did you behave?” He teased, smirking a bit. You rolled your eyes playfully and scoffed.

“Of course I behaved, Buck. I’m not a baby.” You chuckled. You were startled a bit when Bucky sat up abruptly. 

“What?!?!” He yelped, feigning shock as he wrapped his arms around your frame securely. “What do you mean, you’re not a baby? Of course you’re a baby. You’re my baby!” He teased as he started to tickle you, rubbing his beard up and down your neck. You instantly broke out into giggles and and tried to push yourself away from him with no avail. 

“Nohohohoooo! I’m nohohohot a bahahaby!” You whined in a fit of uncontrollable giggles. He started to poke and prod his fingers in your sides, causing your laughter to become more bubbly and desperate.

“Yes you are. Admit it.” He moved his head a bit to blow a raspberry right under your jaw. You spluttered, almost choking on your spit as you squealed, begging him to stop. He still had a tight grip on you but somehow he was able to lay you down and still keep you pinned, digging his thums into your hipbones. 

“NOHOhhohoHOHOOO! Okahahahay! OhohoHOHOKAY! I ADMIT IT!” You squeaked. Bucky shook his head teasingly, signaling that it wasn’t enough. 

“Say it then, Y/n.” He smirked, picking up the pace in scribbling his fingers into your belly. You arched your back before taking a deep breath. 

“Ihihim a bahahaby!” You yelled, feeling your cheeks heat up. Bucky chuckled and nuzzled his beard in your neck again. 

“Who’s baby?” He sure was enjoying teasing you to death. You felt your cheeks flush even more, if that was possible. The feeling on another raspberry forcing it out of you. 

“YOHOHOUR BAHAHABY!” You giggled, panting when he chuckled and stopped tickling you, holding you close.

“That’s right. Don’t you forget it.” He said seriously, poking your side for good measure. You smiled and sighed, exhausted. The energy was really taken out of you with all the boring clases, cooking, and torture from Bucky. Yo felt your eyes slowly droop until you drifted off, not even noticing that you fell asleep. Bucky smiled, kissing your forehead and deciding to get some sleep too.

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You woke up a few hours later, and Bucky was still holding you in a hug, and he was fast asleep as well. You looked over at his nightstand to look at the time. 11:06pm. You mentally groaned, because you knew you had school tomorrow and now you probably wouldn’t be able to sleep since you just woke up. But at the same time, you were feeling a bit tired so you didn’t worry about it too much. You gently wiggled out of Bucky’s grip, waking him up a bit. He opened his eyes a bit and hummed, letting you go and smiling. You smiled and bid him Goodnight, kissing him on the cheek before you left his room.

You heard noise from downstairs so you went to check it out and saw that Steve, Nat and Sam were watching a late movie. You smiled and hopped on the couch in the middle of Steve and Nat, cuddling up to her and she wrapped an arm around you. “I thought you went to bed.” She hummed. Steve turned to look at you.

“I took a nap with Bucky.” You smiled. Nat chuckled and squeezed you close.

“You looove your Bucky Bear, don’t ya?” She smirked. You nodded proudly with a smile. You all turned your attention to the tv, occasionally snickering at Sam’s snores. He was passed out on the other couch, his head dangling fork the edge.

With the soft sound of the tv playing and the comfort of Natasha holding you, you fell right back asleep, the rumble of your quiet snore grabbing Steve’s attention. He smiles fondly before gently and slowly picking you up and taking you to your room. You actually wake up a few seconds before he picks you up, but you pretend to still be sleeping because you’re not gonna turn down an opportunity to be carried to bed.

Once he reaches your room, he gently places you on your bed, and stands up straight to look at you with a smirk. “I know you’re awake.” He deadpans, poking your belly repeatedly to get you to break. You snort before letting out a stream of giggles. “Yeheheah.” Steve chuckles as he nods his head, grabbing your sheets and tucking you in. You smile and get comfortable in your bed. “Goodnight, Buttercup.” He quips, kissing your forehead and leaving your room. You bid him goodnight and quickly fall back asleep, feeling well rested for the next day.

[tinytonysnark]

heaven and earth knows

24. Tracing your names together in the sand.

Steve can’t remember the last birthday party he had that he’d enjoyed. 

He thinks it might have been before the war because while they didn't have much, it was still the best of a bad situation. Bucky always managed to sneak a loaf of bread and some cheese - Steve still has no idea how he managed it considering Mrs. Covington hated him but he’d been appreciative nonetheless. 

After the war though, it had been less about Steve’s birthday and more about celebrating Captain America. It probably didn’t help that his birthday fell on independence day either. 

So when Clint suggested a group trip to Malibu for the weekend, he said yes for two simple reasons. 

The first being that he’d love to be out of New York for the 4th weekend because past experience has taught him that Doom is likely to pull another ridiculous scheme and frankly, after the craziness of the last 2 weeks and recent endeavours that resulted in slime getting stuck in some horrifying places - he think the Fantastic 4 should maybe start living up to their name and deal with him for a change.

The second reason is well, he’s hoping that maybe getting away from the city, from their lives, the mantles and the expectations - even for just a few hours, would do them all a world of good. That they could just - be. 

He’s also kind of hoping to spend some time with Tony. He hasn’t seen much of him outside of battles with Tony spending whatever spare time he had at SI but unfortunately, Tony is still working - paying a visit to the Malibu HQ and working on something in R&D. 

They’re on the beach having a bonfire night - though Steve suspects that Clint just wants to eat S’mores without judgement since he’s hogging all the supplies. Thankfully, Sam had packed actual food in a picnic basket while Natasha was in charge of drinks. She brought a bottle of tequila and a bottle of vodka, though she did also slice lime wedges.T he 4 cartons of apple juice is for Tony, and no one is allowed to touch them unless they want to lose a finger.

Thor and Bruce were sitting atop the blanket, passing a bowl of grapes back and forth as they watched the sunset, Bucky was setting up the bonfire area with Rhodes and Wanda was sitting on a boulder with Vision, both of them smiling softly at each other.

Steve looks around at them, this group of chaos he gets to call family - albeit, with a missing piece,- smiles softly to himself before dusting off the sand clinging to his jeans and heads to the shoreline. 

The benefits of a private beach means he doesn’t have to be concerned about strangers in his space at the moment, but it also means he has nothing to distract him. 

The sounds of the ocean waves crashing onto the sand isn’t peaceful to him as it is for others, the smell and taste of the salty air makes his throat feels like it’s burning, and he just knows, that if the water were to actually touch him, he’d feel like he was drowning - submerged all over again. 

“Hey,” a voice says behind him and he doesn’t jump because of course he’d find him.

“Hey, Tony,” Steve smiles. “You made it! Just in time, they’re going to light the fire soon.”

“Of course I made it,” Tony says, punching Steve lightly on the arm. “I wasn’t about to miss your birthday, old man!” 

“Hey, I have it on good authority that I’m pretty spry for my age,” Steve says.

Tony’s cheeks colour a little at that. “That’s from all the pilates you do.”

Steve gives a small laugh at that before jerking to where everyone is, huddled around the fire Bucky and Rhodes have got a flame going, “Wanna head back up?”

“Yeah - I’ve got a sur- Oh!” He stops walking to pick up a - “Look, a stick!”

“You know, for a tech genius, you sure are easily impressed,” Steve deadpans. 

Tony sticks his tongue out at him. “Oh shut it, let’s be cheesy! Alright, since you didn’t want a cake and from the way Clint is guarding the marshmallows, I doubt we’ll get much for dessert so here,” he says, drawing a cake shaped blob in the sand with the stick. “Close your eyes, make a wish, and blow out the candle before the ocean does.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Steve tells him, but indulges him anyway because saying no to Tony when he’s looking at Steve like that is a near impossible task, so he closes his eyes and thinks of Tony’s smile.

“What’d you wish for?” He asks when Steve opens his eyes and - wow, were they standing this close before? 

“Uh, I can’t - if I tell you, it won’t come true,” he says and grabs at the stick in Tony’s hand. “I -I could write it, in the sand for you though.”

There’s a light in Tony’s eyes that warms him to his core, the colours of sunset bathing them in soft colours and Steve wills his palms to stop sweating as he traces ‘Iron Man + Cap’ in the sand, encompassed by a loopy heart. 

Tony doesn’t say anything, and Steve can barely look at him - he doesn’t think his eyes work anyway nor the rest of his senses. 

He can’t smell any salt in the air and the sound of the sea is gone, replaced by the pounding of his heart in his throat. 

“I like it, but you know what I love better?” Tony says, drawing another heart next to his. He adds a ‘SR+TS’ in it and looks at Steve. 

Steve kisses him in lieu of a reply. 

***

Tony’s surprise turns out to be a drone show spelling out “Happy birthday Steve” across the skyline before rearranging to write out “I love you.”

He turns to him and says, “Now we’re written in the stars and in the sand, carried out into the ocean forever.”

Steve kisses him again and doesn’t stop. 

[bluebellhairpin]

Marvel Headcanons - Road Trips

A/N: I’m a horrible person. But at least my procrastination of my asks is being for-filled in a way that still sprouts content. - Nemo

Summary: The Avengers and their S/O go on a road trip. Gods? Mutants? Aliens? with them, what could go wrong? 

Masterlist  

Loki Laufeyson

Bruh. You go on a road-trip with this guy and you’re gonna really wish you d i d n ‘ t. 

Tricks. So many tricks. This guy can’t drive a car, he has nothing to do except play tricks. Look At That Face, no remorse, no mercy. You gotta be strong af to survive a trip like this with Loki. 

bUt he does buy you all the food. And all the stuff you like. In mass amounts. (“(y/n), you said you liked this sweet packet stuff right? Ah, good. I brought five boxes so we don’t run out.” ) Like five whole boxes

So what’s it gonna be? Trickery for food? Yay or nay? Yay, definitely yay. 

Peter Parker/Spider-Man

You will not sleep. Y’all get too hyped up of junk food and adrenaline to sleep for more then half an hour at a time so POWER NAPS ALL THE WAY THERE AND BACK

He video’s everything. He says it’s to show May and Tony when you get back but we all know the truth. Its so he can get one of those cool old-style videos of you No shame that boy has.

He lets you pick all the music, as long as it’s not AC/DC because he had an experience with Tony that involved ‘Thunderstruck’, hacking and his suits earpieces that lasted a over a week that we s h a l l n o t  s p e a k o f e v e r

But overall it’s a really cute trip. So cliche. So romantic. So amazing.

Tony Stark/Iron Man

Loves every second because it’s with you and after everything he’s been through that is all he needs and wants.

He has playlists, cars, hotel reservations, restaurant reservations, food stops, food stashes, sights to see. All these things are ready before you even suggested getting away for a couple days. 

Turns into a sappy, flirty mess. It’s almost like the trip turned back time to when you both first met and the only problem he had was making a new missile to sell to some place in Afghanistan.

He’s just so ready for a break, low and behold please give i t t o H i m

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Road-trips with Steve are done on the back of his motorbike and you can fight me on this. Mostly because he likes it when you wrap your arms around his torso so yeah fight me again.

Despite the trip being a road trip you both spend a lot of time at stops and motels instead of on the road. He likes taking things slow, since he hasn’t gotten to do things slowly for over four years after he woke up. He’s very grateful if you let him do this.

He lets you take lots of photo’s of him whether you’re good at it or not doesn't bother him. Even frames one you took of his silhouette because it looks that good to him. 

 Becomes addicted to cocktails after the second road trip because “they’re so colourful and come in so many flavours, (y/n) have you tried this blue one yet? Look they have one named after me-” 

Thor Odinson

He gets so hyped and excited. 

He really loves travelling and learning about earth more like you teaching him about earth stuff so he’s so optimistic about the whole trip and that attitude rubs off on you so you end up coming home all happy too.

He brings lollies/sweets/candy with you and lemme say you are bouncing off the walls the whole damn time. One time he got so hyped on sugar he almost summoned lighting. 

You take Loki sometimes. He pretends he doesn't like it, but he does. He thought we wouldn’t notice but we did. So Loki ends up being the ‘bored’ third wheel while you and Thor stuff your faces with sour worms, chocolate, and gobstoppers.  

Bruce Banner/Hulk

He’s gets so soft, and that makes you soft, and then you come back and your combined softness makes everyone else so very soft.

He worries about Hulk coming out and ruining the trip and the car but you constantly tell him and reassure him that it’s fine and you’ve managed to hone the ability to calm Hulk down when things get out of hand.

Needless to say he relaxes almost completely and w o w you didn’t know he sung that well.

And damn when you come back he’s like a changed man. Shyness? Almost gone. Reluctance to join conversations? Hell N a h. He almost becomes Tony 2.0 but only around you because “No one will believe you (y/n)”

Clint Barton/Hawkeye/Ronin

Clint almost l i v e s for road trips with you. I say almost because he lives for you.

You hunt down carnivals so he can win you all the prizes. The others aren't even surprised when you come back with a carload at stuffed toys anymore.

You also stop at a number of piers and sit at the end with fish and chips and some beer and just talk. Life. The future. The past. That one slice of pizza that tasted better than any others you've ever eaten in your entire lives.

You guys just do so much stuff. And its all so wholesome and pure and s o f t. 

Peter Quill/Star Lord

Did someone say road trip? Peter has all the tunes.

So much as touch the radio/speakers without his knowledge and you're preparing yourself to (possibly) walk home. He doesn't care if you're the other side of the country. You will walk.

He's a sucker for staying up and stargazing with you. He'll point out all the planets he's been to, and all the ones he wants to take you to later.

While Stargazing, be prepaid to have him jump up and pull you to him if a 'dancing song' comes on. That can range from the 'Livin La Vida Loca' to 'All of Me’. It's amazing. 

Scott Lang/Ant-Man

He's a dad. He knows how to keep others and himself  entertained on long trips.

Magic tricks. Snacks. Music. Jokes. Everything and anything you can think of to pass time, he's got it ready and waiting.

Sometimes he takes Cassy with you, and honesty things become more fun (if that's at all possible). Which means, for you, more food, music from your childhood, and embarrassing stories about Scott that Cass had managed to get hold of.

Overall it’s pretty cute going on road trips with Scott, that and it’s never ever boring. 

T’Challa/Black Panther

He’s a king, and a very busy one at that. So when you manage to pull him away from his duties he treats you extremely well. 

First he takes you to a certain county (Once it was Singapore (that was a very luxurious trip), another time Hawaii, etc), then he gets a hire car and takes you wherever else you’d like go.

Every time, every trip, he finds a Starbucks. He collects the cups and brings them back to Okoye. He does it to spite her. You know it.

He gets much more relaxed on the trips, and always comes back being able to deal with his duties much better.

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier

Wow okay first off, Bucky loves road trips with you. 

He manages to persuade Tony to lean him one of his fancy older cars and takes you along the coast in that. He’s a coast road trip type of guy.

He really loves the beach, the only thing that gets in his way is the sand and salty water getting in the joints of his arm, but he says he can “just take it off, don’t worry darlin’.” so yeah it’s r e a l l y not a problem. 

If he can't get a hold of one of Tony’s old cars, he gets an old pickup truck/ute and camps outside on the back with you and watches the stars and has old 30′s/40′s music playing from the radio. It’s pretty cute. Like him. 

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler

Mate. This guy has no idea what he's doing. 

Once he tried to bring, like, a whole ass record player because he was worried there’d be nothing to dance along to. Seriously, Kurt, we have a ca r a d i o for that. Precious Baby Boy.

He’s also pretty young, so be prepared to have lots of contraband School food (sour lollies, chips, etc) stashed everywhere in the car. This boy will eat all the junk food he can lay his three-fingered hands on. R E S T R A I N HIM. 

He'd probably take every opportunity he can to cuddle you or take you hand in his. He’s not quite used to doing ‘normal’ stuff like this, so the fact he’s doing something like that with you means a lot. 

Doctor Stephen Strange

He’s, um. He’s not used to this sort of thing either.

He’s been this arrogant, selfish, self-absorbed neurosurgeon for as long as he can remember. The most social and intimate thing he’s used to doing is ‘faking it’ with some random to make him look good.

BUT, sudeNly with you he kinda turns to a charismatic, sweetheart gentleman that will actually take you wherever you’d like to go. France? Okay. Brazil? Just south a little. China? Food’s great there. Russia? We’ll take ice skating lessons before we go. 

He can’t actually leave NYC for long, but he will spend as much time with you on trips away because they help him relax and it’s n i c e.

[redstarwriting]

Secret Ingredient

Thor x Stark!Reader

Request: “Can I request a Thor x reader something fluffy? Both of them are baking or something and thor is a complete doofus and it's all happiness bcoz I'm CRAVING happiness rn. Thank you so much for considering!”

Word Count: 1,393

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Sarcasm, language, holiday themed

A/N: Okay wow, this is way past overdue. I am high key sorry I stopped posting randomly, school really took up literally all of my time. I can probably say the same thing will happen when I go back for spring semester, but I will try my hardest if I ever have free time to write!! This one was really fun, I’m just really sorry I didn’t get it tout sooner. I personally celebrate Christmas, but I didn’t want to leave out other holidays, so I hope my lil Hanukkah toss in is okay!! Enjoy!!

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The holidays were always a complicated time for your family. Your dad is not the most religious person, but your sister is four years old and wants nothing more than Santa to come down the chimney and surprise her with all the things she’s wanted all year long. Your dad, of course, is also the best dad in the world, so he happily plays along and only complains to Pepper every now and then. And perhaps the absolute biggest downer of all, your grandparents were killed around this time. That really gets to your dad. He acts like everything is fine all the time during the holidays and just in general, but you know he’s struggling deep down.

On the other hand, your boyfriend loves the holiday season. Due to him being a literal Norse God, he absolutely adores celebrating Yule. He never fails to inform you of every detail of his people’s way of celebrating. In fact, this year you’re going to New Asgard to celebrate the days of Yuletide with him. Nothing about the holidays can make him sad, so you’re stuck in a crossroads between him and your dad. Oh, and the fact that you won’t be there for Christmas day this year also hurts your dad’s heart. You swear you saw it get a little dimmer when you let him know.

However, there is one thing you know that will always cheer him up. Food. And that’s how you ended up here, in your kitchen with your boyfriend with a Christmas playlist blasting. “This is very fun, (Y/N)! Now, what can I do to assist you?” Thor asks, grinning from ear to ear. You bought him an apron that says “Kiss the Cook” on it, and you’ve never been prouder about something in your entire life. What a sight it is to see the God of Thunder cheesing in a cheesy apron. “Well if you could get me some eggs and butter out of the fridge that would be ideal,” you tell him, and he hurries and does that. But he also drops the carton. “Not to worry! If they are broken it is okay, we need their insides anyways.”

“You know for a God you’re pretty damn clumsy,” you chuckle, bending over to pick up the eggs. Luckily, only two broke, so you weren’t out of business... yet. “My love, what else can I do?”

“Ummm- oh! Can you get all the icing out? And the cookie cutters? I want these cookies to be cute as all hell.”

“Yes of course!” You hear some shuffling and then a loud crash. You quickly turn around to see Thor on the ground, a box of cookie cutters spilled out around him. You can’t control your laughter, and he just smiles. “This is obviously very funny for you, but I am afraid the cookie cutters are now dirty,” he says, hoisting himself up from the ground. You just roll your eyes in response. “Thor, baby, we can wash them. With water. They won’t stay dirty.”

“Ah, yes. I forgot about that,” he says, beginning to pick them up and toss them in the sink. While he was singing along to an instrumental version of Carol of the Bells and getting soap everywhere around him, you finished mixing the batter and began placing it on the cookie tray. “Do you wanna try?” you ask your boyfriend, who is now quite literally just standing behind you and peering out from behind your shoulder. “May I?” You hand him the batter, stepping aside. “So all you have to do is- nope, okay you can also do that,” you begin explaining that for this specific cookie you must roll the batter into little balls and place them at least two inches away from each other because they tend to spread out quite a lot, but he just slapped down a glob of batter onto the tray. “It appears I have done it wrong.”

“That’s okay, we can give that one to Loki.” Thor chuckles at this, handing you the batter again to finish up the batter before you put it in the oven. “Okay, now we put them in for about 10 to 12 minutes, always start with the lower time because you can always put them in longer but you can never fix them if they’re burnt,” you say out loud to yourself, which causes Thor to look at you with a shit eating grin because he thinks you’re absolutely adorable. After you put the trays of cookies into the oven, you turn to Thor and give him a smile. “And now we wait! But we should probably get all the icing ready,” you move to the store-bought icing because you know Thor attempting to make icing with you would just be… messy. “So, we have red, green, white, blue, black, brown, silver, gold, and yellow. Perfect,” you mumble, and Thor intervenes. “May I ask why we have blue? The colors for Christmas are red and green, are they not?”

“They are, but Hanukkah is blue and silver and we’re including Hanukkah, especially since Pietro and Wanda celebrate Hanukkah. As for the other colors, there are characters we’re gonna be making. Inclusivity, Thor,” you tell him, grabbing the cookie cutters he got out a while ago and sitting them next to the icing. You sigh with contempt, proud of yourself when you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist. That’s when you hear the famous intro to the most popular Christmas song in existence. You immediately zip around, facing your boyfriend, and begin singing the lyrics. “I… don’t want a lot for Christmas… there… is just one thing I need…” Thor looks at you with an amused look on his face. This isn’t the first time he’s heard you belt out the song to him this year, but he loves it every time. “Is… youuuuuuuuuu,” you finish the beginning, and before you know it, you’re being picked up and danced around the kitchen. You and Thor “waltz” and mess around, using a whisk and the head of Pepper’s mixer as microphones. Through your laughter and singing, you hear your little sister’s voice. “Ew,” is all she says, and you and Thor stop, looking over at her. “Ew? I think you mean, ‘aw, how adorable.’”

“No, she definitely means ew. You two, are way too relationship-y. Baking cookies together? Disgusting,” you hear your dad say, entering the room behind Morgan and picking her up. “Shush!! And get out you weren’t supposed to be back until 7!”

“She got out of karate lessons early, something about holiday cheer. I’ll leave, but only if I get to taste the cookie dough,” Tony says and you groan, giving him a little dollop. “Mmm, sugar cookies. Good choice, sweetheart.”

“Leave!” He chuckles, walking out of the kitchen and heading upstairs to entertain Morgan for a little while. “As much as I love him, he can be so unbearable,” you say to Thor, causing him to chuckle. “Well, you two are very similar. You are possibly the only person who can actually get Tony Stark to leave a room,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “Morgan and Pepper have him absolutely wrapped around their fingers, too, babe.”

“Well, so do you! You also have the strongest Avenger wrapped around your finger as well,” he says, winking at you. You raise an eyebrow at him with a confused look. “I don’t have Bruce wrapped around my finger.” You can literally see him give you a “seriously?!” look before he says, “Okay, that is it. Prepare yourself, I am not going to hold back with this,” he says, approaching you wiggling his fingers. “Thor, don’t you dare!” you scream, starting to run around the kitchen as he chases you, ready to tickle the living shit out of you. “Say it was a joke!” he says, catching up to you and attacking you with tickles. Needless to say, your dad didn’t actually leave, and he recorded the whole thing. Although the holiday season was bad for him for many years, celebrating it with his wife, two kids, and God-who-is-like-my-third-child was amazing. Your cookies are also really damn good, and every Avenger enjoyed them and every time they asked what the secret ingredient was you answered with the cheesiest thing imaginable. Love.

[starrybbarnes]

into the heat [b.b]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: it’s taco tuesday. you make some salsa. your friends can’t hang, and apparently, neither can your boyfriend.

Word Count: 1473

Author’s note: I had some tacos on sunday and my god, la salsa verde was to d i e for. it was so good, I swear. I’m just salivating at the thought of tacos and green salsa, with some lime on top. I think I might buy some for work later today. as always, feedback is appreciated!

Warnings: definitely some swearing, food mention so don’t read while on an empty stomach 

It was a normal Tuesday afternoon back at the compound. It was lunchtime and it meant only one thing: Taco Tuesday.

The team has done taco Tuesday before you came on board, but it would just consist of Stark buying 2 boxes of the Taco Bell party pack and would call it a day. It was a disgrace. 

You remember the first time you joined the Avengers for taco Tuesday. You were deceived when Thor said, “it’s the best Midguardian food I’ve ever tasted.” 

Oh, how you missed eating your grilled serrano pepper that day. 

You remembered you offered to make some street tacos about a month later, and boy, did everyone’s mind explode. Savory meats, fresh limones, and decadent salsas would line the kitchen table every time on Tuesday. The Avengers would have more than seconds almost every week. 

Not only that but with your cooking (in general), you won your way through a super soldier’s heart. “It’s the easiest way to trap a man,” Natasha would joke around with you.

You have been dating Bucky for over a year now, and he’s wedged himself in helping you during taco Tuesdays. Whether it be chopping the cilantro and onions, heating up las tortillas, or going to the farmers market early in the morning, Bucky enjoyed that time with you.

There were only two things, however, that your Bucky wouldn’t touch on Taco Tuesdays. That was the meat preparation and salsa making. Sure, Bucky would choose the cuts of meat and the freshest peppers and cilantro, but when it came down to actually cooking it, it was none of his business.

“I simply cannot trust a white man to season their food,” you simply said over the table one time. 

“But you’ve seen me add actual seasoning and flavors to other dishes?” Bucky argued. 

“Bucky please,” you interjected, “my trust has been severed ever since that Niall celebrity didn’t season his chicken. An absolute catastrophe.” 

Since then, no one has argued on that topic. It was a part of the routine that you called yours. 

When it came to the nitty-gritty, everyone seemed to enjoy the fact that you’d make a savory taco, with some mild but delicious salsas. 

However, the one dish you missed making was your signature spicy avocado salsa. Since no one in this compound can handle the flavor, you’d always send Bucky to go to the nearest taco truck and ask for a small serving of it to take home to you. You’d always remember to tip the workers for all that they do, and you’ve actually exchanged recipes. 

Today, you decided to make your favorite salsa. 

It was 12 noon, and you knew Bucky was well underway getting the ingredients for the tacos. You called him and let him know to add avocados, fresh jalapeños, and some green husk tomatoes. You also mentioned to not bring any avocado salsa today, but to pay the truck a visit.

“Uh, Y/N?” Bucky started, “are you not gonna have salsa with your tacos?”

“I am,” you slowly said, “but I’m kinda wanting to have some more kick in my life.”

“All you had to do was ask, doll,” Bucky chuckled through the phone.

“Oh no, Buck,” you laughed, “We’re talking me crying while eating a taco typa kick.”

“Just don’t kill anyone, okay?” Bucky replied, half-joking, half actually being serious.

“No promises,” you sang.

。。

Smells of meat and cilantro swirled the kitchen and made its way into the common room, signaling that food was almost ready. Bucky was helping you chop up the meat while you were heating up tortillas on the comal. 

One by one, the team started filing into the dining area, words of praises and absolute delight that their favorite day of the week has finally arrived. 

You set the garnishes and red and green on the main table. From the fridge, you pulled out a bowl of the almost neon green substance and placed it on the table. 

The avocado salsa. 

The team ooo’ed at how bright green the salsa was as if giving off a warning. 

“Whoa!” an eager Sam yelled in amazing, “the food looks amazing! I’m really banking on the fact that you made the food instead of ol’ Chef Boyardee over here” 

You started giggling as Bucky attempted to throw a piece of meat at Sam, only for him to catch it in his mouth. 

“Well, he was a big help, but rest assured, Sam I was in charge of the cooking,” you replied as everyone started serving themselves.

Once everyone was seated, people dug in, only the sounds of content would be heard. You grabbed your bowl of avocado salsa and put a helping on each taco that was on your plate. 

Sam saw what you were doing and spoke up, “what is that green stuff, Y/N? It smells really good and looks amazing.”

You hesitated a bit before you answered, “it’s guacamole. I know it doesn’t look like your standard one, but that’s because I added some extra stuff.” 

Sam signaled for the bowl and you passed it over to him. Seeing you eat the tacos with ease, he decided to put even more salsa on his helping of tacos. You eyed him carefully, awaiting a reaction.

“Wow!” Sam exclaimed, “This is so good! I think I’ll eat spoonfuls of this stuff!”

You were about to feel left down when you saw it happening. Sam started coughing profusely and started sticking out his tongue. He started signaling for water and when you handed him the large cup, he downed it in 5 seconds flat.

“What in the fuck is in the god damn guac!” Sam hollered. “I think I am about to pass out.”

“Not much really,” you stated, “some lime juice, avocado, green tomatoes, 2 jalapeños, maybe half a serrano paper?”

“Two??” Sam yelled, “do you want me to DIE?”

“Sam,” you started, “I think you’re overreacting.”

“Your tacos were practically bathing in the salsa,” Sam argued.

“Psh, it can’t be that bad,” Thor commented.

“Would you like to try some, Thor?” you offered sweetly. 

Now everyone was looking at Thor. Slowly, he gulped and poured some on a taco. As he ate it, he did the same reaction as Sam. Absolute delight, and then his life flashing before his eyes.

Before long everyone tried to get their hands on the salsa. Steve stopped everyone and said, “I think as super soldiers, Bucky and I should try it out. Maybe Sam is overreacting.”

When Bucky heard his name, he choked on his drink. “No way man. You know I don’t mess with m’girls food.”

“Oh lighten up,” Steve assured him, “We probably won’t feel a thing.”

You snickered. You knew for a fact that Steve would start tearing up at just eating Hot Cheetos. 

Bucky looked at you with his puppy eyes. He was trying to get out of it, and fast. He saw you when you added the peppers into the blender. Even the times he’s seen you eat raw peppers, it freaked him out that you’d never elicit a reaction. 

“C’mon sweetheart,” you pouted, “just one bite. I swear it’s not spicy.” 

Bucky sighed and put a helping of salsa on his taco, Steve trying so hard to put the same amount if not less.

They saluted each other and bit into their taco. Bucky actually finished the whole thing, triumphant smile now apparent. Steve slowly finished his and sighed in relief.

“Well ya look at that,” Bucky laughed, “Looks like I still am a super-soldier.”

“Give it a minute.” 

Steve was the first to start coughing. “Oh my god, my mouth is on FIRE!” 

Bucky soon after followed, eyes welling up and his sinuses going haywire. Steve actually started crying, just repeating ‘so spicy’ over and over again.

“Doll, if I die right here, just know that I love you very much,” Bucky cried out. 

You handed Bucky a slice of bread, “eat this, you’ll live.”

The team concluded that you were a goddess amongst them because apparently, you can’t feel the heat. 

You rubbed Bucky’s back as he slowly started to feel better.

“I just don’t get it,” you sighed, “this stuff tastes really good. And I only put a little bit this time!”

Bucky just groaned in response, “well, this is one thing I won’t be stealing from the fridge.” 

“Then maybe, just maybe, my planned worked,” you joked, earning a smile from Bucky.

You kissed him on the lips and then scowled, “Jesus, Buck even your lips are on fire!”

“What can I say, I’m attracted to heat,” Bucky answered, panting ever so slightly.

“Maybe one of these days, you’ll be able to handle it,” you joked, eating one more of your man-catching tacos doused in your salsa. 

。。

i made myself hungry just writing this bahaha

translations:

Limones = lemons

comal = skillet/griddle

[the-firebird69]

The Most Expensive Supercars in Monaco

All these cars will be there and including the new Renault and several other cars that are extremely fast they're all about 1200 miles per hour. Then there will be a newer cars that are very very fast and they're all making them and they're like they're not they are like their mouths but they're a little faster they look like this one the one that's the Maserati but they're actually kind of race cars they have 1500 miles per hour and they look like with the moon roof and stuff and the Austin Martin will be there that's over 2,000 miles an hour and it will say it's a new class cuz it is and our daughter designed most of that and some of it was designed by her son including the fin to keep you from flying off the fin in the front. And the dagger will be there top speed of that is over 800 and it's a respected supercar s are going to show up the people have been hearing about and including we think someone is going to bring in a car Chrysler and original it is respected because if it's speed it's over 700 mph they're really no kit cars to show up none of them and the announcer is saying if anyone knows if someone's a kit car let us know because they want a gun on him and it sounds like no it's too wide and he says okay it's designed his cars in his day and he's a grandson of Enzo and they said they say this this guy is arrogant as hell. And he shows a picture of BG in Talladega nights. And it was hilarious their reaction is funny I wonder if he's racing here this isn't Monaco and they said yes Monaco no they're laughing and laughing about it because that's how he says stuff. It's like Mr Magoo and and this car is going to show up but it's a kit it won't look like a kid and it's going to be metal it's really a modified dagger I'm thinking of lowering it and he said it probably should because and he didn't he stole it from us and he took it's too happen he didn't lower it and Salazar and got his wife I recommending it to bja after you said it and he said I think I have time and he enjoyed cutting it up and it didn't take too long and he got a glass piece to fit it looks really nice and he made it lower they dropped it down and looks much better and people will like it better and the doors are scissor and it's intense and the rear end looks much better and the front looks much better and he put different tires and rims it's going to have to handle the zero radius later it looks close and it's intense looking and people wonder what it is and he changed the logo but it's his logo it says you have to buy the car from him cuz he's going to make the car and it says good I think about everything else from you it's true too so he's going to have different engines and one will be a six and people buy them cuz they go real fast and sound cool but they don't get hurt it's coming up real quick it's 6:00 a.m. and he says people are having their international breakfast and usually it's eggs and a format toast it's a big one and they have parfait and they have a certain type of milk and they have cereal and it tastes like cinnamon toast crunch it's really nice and it's not the nasty sugar and there's a few other things that make these cakes they're kind of like muffins it's really a wonderful food and breakfast is great they have a version of huevos ranchero which are really nice and you put it in like a burrito and can walk around and eat it people eat the stuff all day and I get fat it's really gross to get fat real quick and the Sun is fully grown he can do that and it's kind of funny cuz he didn't one day and she didn't like it and she got mad and she said okay we'll see what it's like and that was you you idiot says you are fat too he turned down pretty quick and she was fat I said please it already happened but now they speak differently together

Thor Freya

This is going to be intense I do see what you're saying so we're going to post but wow this is great I can't wait

Salazar and goddess wife

Olympus

I hope this goes well it sounds like it could be nasty and BG can get there yeah he's a respected car builder and is made a whole bunch of them and modifications to cars and supercars too including Ferrari and they're going to listen to what he's doing and see it it's going to be intense

Hera a lot of people will make the kit if you make it a plant on there is a car that's good for it it's an Asian car and it's one of the Mazda lines and a certain year and it looks just like the striker when you're when you finish with it

I want to do that one and real soon

Meghan Markle

I'd like to help you but I don't think you're right

Bg

And if you imitate it Megan merkle it makes it more famous and he probably won't help you but he should understand it will make it so more not less and it'll make it very famous so you want to make sure you're there to take pictures and more so other stuff and also trying to make the panels that change the looking stuff in the back too and she's got that she says

Zues Hera

We approve this to print

Olympus

[lorenzodemedisi]

Won’t Forget You.

PAIRING.

Steve Rogers x Rachel Summers (Earth-818)

SUMMARY.

Rachel Summers was beyond the state of shock when the famous Captain America felt from the sky and burst open her ceiling to plunge hard on her living room’s floor. She’s been alone for so long that she completely forgot that in the outside world life was going by. Little did she know that by helping the super soldier in great needs she would yield her own shell in front of the bluest eyes and a killer smile.

A/N.

FLUFF, Fluffy, Fluff and a bit of Angst! ( wow i’m shocked )

That’s right I'm writing a fluff piece for a change, I'm impressed with myself. My anxiety and depressive ass can be happy sometimes *O*. Anyway, this one-shot will probably evolve into a series...Maybe. But, I fell in love with Rachel Summers when I was reading an X-Men comic last summer and I really wanted to see more of her but there isn’t so much stuff about this character, so here I am, writing a Steve x Rachel. if you want more information about her, here’s a link or just ask me. As always thank you very much for reading, it means a lot to me. Don’t hesitate to give your thoughts, comments, and feedback! I hope you enjoy my fluffy piece. 

A lots of Love. Lex. xxx

WORDS.3597ish. 

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Steve Rogers groaned, exhausted and wounded, he felt a cold cloth wiping his forehead. He tried to move his head and opened his eyes, feeling a soft cushion behind him.

« Don’t move. » A soft and feminine voice instructed him. « Your injuries are pretty bad, it’s better if you don’t move. »

But Steve will have none of it. Opening his eyes, he growled low and deep when his vision hit the soft light coming from the rustic windows and a blurred sight of a red-haired woman.

« N-Natasha? » Steve whispered closing eyes, feeling a huge headache creeping inside his brain. « I wished. » The woman chuckled softly, putting the wet cloth in the small bowl on the bedside table. As she saw Steve turning his head toward her, the woman frowned. « I told you, not to move soldier. Don’t let me uses my power on you. » She scolded her eyes becoming gold but when Steve smiled at her words, they turned into a soft blue again destabilized by his reaction, she sighed. « You sound like her. » Steve informed her, his voice raspy and tired. He frowned closing his eyes « W-Where am I? » He asked. « In a safe place. » The woman whispered, looking at the soldier wounds on his hand. « And why… » Steve swallowed, licking his lips. All his body was hurting like hell. Which is good right? It meant that he was healing. « A-And why should I trust you? » He asked, turning his head once again toward the stranger.

He opened his eyes, seeing more clearer, he met her deep and clear blue sight. She was red-haired and a halo of light was around her head, making her looked like an angel. She smiled softly, her eyes were bright and her skin seemed smooth and soft like silk. She was beautiful.

« Because I didn’t kill you when you burst through my ceiling in the middle of the night. » The woman replied shrugging her shoulders.

She smiled one more time before raising from the chair taking the bowl filled with dirty water and leave the room where Steve, tired, get back to sleep. He was badly wounded. Rachel didn’t know from where he came from, but last night he just fell from the sky and dropped on the ground of her living room, making a huge hole on her cabin’s ceiling. Bloody and unconscious, she took him in. Because that was the right thing to do.

°°°

Steve Rogers woke up a few hours later, feeling better. Opening his eyes, fully this time, he could see that he was lying on a bed, in a small but very well-decorated room. The walls were only woods, with very beautiful paintings tied on them. The light was less bright and the sun was still up. He put himself on a seating position and looked at all his injuries. His hands were bruised raw, and he felt his ribs burning a bit. His headache was just a dull feeling at this point, and a few cuts on his arms and legs but nothing that his body won’t heal alone. As the door open, Steve took the green sheet, and cover his naked chest seeing the pretty woman from earlier enter with a food tray in her hand. She laughed looking at his reserved reactions. If only he knew what she had to do, in order to help him heal him last night, she thought shaking her head.

« Don’t be such a prude, Captain » She chuckled putting the tray on the bedside table next to him. « Who are you? » Steve asked dead serious, his tone hard. He was thinking fast. Well, as fast as his brain could allow him right now.

He already had spotted the potential threat in the room and possible exit. The woman, even though she seemed really nice and pretty, was a potential threat.

« I’m Rachel. » She smiled, extending a glass of water to him. « Only a few, sip.» She advised him. « I made chicken soup and garlic bread. I hope you not allergic to either of those. » She winced, tucking on her long blue skirt.

Steve looked warily at the food, but his stomach betrayed him as it growled with hunger.

« I can’t get allergies, thanks to the serum. » He informed her, siping his drink. « Right. » Rachel nodded, then took a seat at her usual spot next to the bed. «Do you remember what happened last night? » She asked gently passing him the hot bowl of soup.

Steve shook his head as he put the glass on the small table and took the hot dish in his hand. He took the spoon Rachel offered him and start to take a hot and huge mouthful of the food. He hummed surprised by the delicious and amazing taste of the meal. Rachel chuckled softly seeing him enjoyed what she had prepared.

« Well, according to the news, you and your amazing friends were attacked on your Quinjet last night. It seemed that it was a terrorist group, named H.Y.D.R.A, I think. » Rachel explained to him, watching him eat.

Steve stopped to move, the spoon mid-air as he remembered everything that occurred last night. His team, the Avengers were going home from a successful attack on an H.Y.D.R.A base, and then dozens of men coming from nowhere attacked them, blowing a hole on the small plane. He remembered sending Nat and Clint to safety inside of two Stark’s capsule thing - it was like a small plane for one person. Thor took the fight outside flying in the sky taking most of the men with him. Tony putting on the suit followed the God. And Bruce took this unfortunate moment to change into the Hulk, compromising the all plane already in a wreck. At that point, Steve had already taken down, most of the remaining men. But the Quinjet was crashing, with the weight and angriness of the Hulk. Steve's only way out, was to jump out of it before it exploded on the ground. He remembered jumping, falling and then nothing. He looked up, his eyes catching Rachel’s gold one. He blinked once and they were back into their original blue one.

« Whoah! You guys can surely make every battle into an epic fight. » She muttered, amazed. « What? » Steve frowned. With his super-hearing, he had heard every word the red-haired woman had whispered. « What? » She exclaimed a little bit louder. « I mean, don’t you want to call someone. I don’t know, any member of your Team, perhaps? » She smiled, licking her lips. « Yeah, sure. » Steve suspiciously watched her. And then he remembered the conversation they had earlier « Don’t let me uses my power on you. » She had said to him. Taking a mouthful of the soup, Steve, almost, forget his thought. Tasting the salty and flavorsome soup on his tongue. « But after I finished this miracle. » He hummed taking another spoon.

Rachel discreetly sighted. She had almost been busted.

°°°

« Stay put. » Maria Hill advised him. How could Steve stayed put? Half of his team was M.I.A. Apparently, Clint was badly injured, his pod crashing on some rocks or something and Maria Hill told him to « stay put » when he called her through the phone and she said that she will call him when she would have more information. Steve will have none of it. Raising, he put back his undershirt lying at the foot of the bed. He walked difficulty but with purpose to the open door but froze dead in his tracks. He was completely and utterly shocked to see this woman, Rachel flying. Yes, she was flying her body floating in the air, her head raised and inspecting the huge hole, oddly it looked just like his body, on the ceiling. Steve caught the sight of his shield, resting next to the chimney. He took it, without making any sound, but he didn’t know about the second wooden plate next to the blue carpet who creak loudly once you step on it. Rachel heard it, lost control of her levitation, and dropped dead on the ground. She aimed the couch, falling on it hard then bounced once and put her feet on the ground.

« Are you insane, sneaking on people like that? » She yelled, outraged. « You will tell me who you are right now before I knocked you to the ground. » Steve command in his Captain's voice, raising his shield in attacking mode and making a fist of his other hand.

He looked dangerous, in front of Rachel who gasped seeing the huge metal disc being waved in front of her face. She backed away raising her hands in front of her chest, protection mode, and bite her lips.

« Ok, ok. I will tell you everything, but please, Captain, put the shield down! » She exclaimed, making a move toward the ground. « Are you with H.Y.D.R.A? » He asked making a stepped toward her. « No! » She cried out, making a stepped back. She took a deep breath, understanding that he won’t let go of his shield. « My name is Rachel. Rachel Anne Summers and I’m a mutant. I know I will sound completely crazy but - » She licked her lips, her hands were shaking a little. « Try me, I’ve seen a lot of crazy and weird stuff happened. » Steve encouraged watching her warily, up and down. « I’m not from this reality ok? » She sighed. She looked at him frowned and tucked her skirt into her hand. « There is a lot of alternatives reality where, alternate us, exist and have done other choices than we do in our own reality. For example,  where I’m from you are dead. » She explained, shrugging her shoulders. « What? I-m…» Steve stuttered, shocked by the revelation Rachel was telling him.   « Yes, that’s a story for another day, but all you really need to know is that: I’m a mutant and I have powers. » She stated flexing her fingers a bit. « Like flying? » Steve asked nodding at the open ceiling above them. « It’s a little bit more complicated than that. » She grimaced a little thinking about all the Phoenix subject and her statue as an Omega Mutant.  « I need to seat down. » Steve informed her, his head throbbing with his headaches from his injuries but also because of thinking too hard. 

Aliens, alternate realities, H.Y.D.R.A… the modern world was being more and more complicated. He was about to seat down on the couch, putting his shield on the floor but a boiling sound made Rachel jumped on her feet and clapped her hands together.

« Not here, Captain, the milk is ready! » She exclaimed pulling on Steve arm’s for him to rise from his spot. « I don’t understand, why I can’t seat here if the milk is ready. » He frowned feeling his headache returned in full force.

Rachel smiled before walking through a door behind the couch under the bewildered look of the Captain.

°°°

Steve faintly smiled as he now understood better the excitement of the woman. Seating on the porch of the small cabin next to Rachel, he sighed. Oddly for him, he was happy. A hot cocoa mug in his hand and the beautiful sunset behind the breathtaking landscape of woods was a quiet and enjoyable moment. Rachel smiled seeing him smiling and took a sip of her beverage. It was one of her tradition when the sunset came, she sat alone on the stairs of her porch and watched the beautiful scenery with hot cocoa and only the quiet sound of the wood for company. 

« What’s a mutant? » Steve asked after a couple of minutes of silence. 

Rachel took a deep breath, maybe it was better to be alone. 

« It’s a person born with a DNA slightly different from the usual combo. » She explained looking at birds taking a flight on the pinkish sky. « It’s their DNA, that gave mutant power. It’s completely random, a baby could be born with a mutant’s DNA whereas his parents are normal. » She turned her head to looked at him. « Unlike you Captain, I was born with my super-powers, thanks to mom and dad. They were mutant. » She took a sip of her drink, winking at Steve who only grinned. « Why are you here then? And not on your own Earth? » Steve asked, putting his cup on the wooden floor. « War happened, people who didn’t understand the mutant, killed us or imprisoned us. » She revealed dropping her eyes on his cup. She huffed seeing he had already finished his drink. « I’m kind of familiar with that. » Steve raised his eyebrows, resting his back again the pillar behind him. « My parents where afraid for me, so, with the help of another mutant, they just send me here. I was eleven. » Rachel bit her lips, feeling the tears threatening to fall on her cheeks, but she held them, not wanting to cry. « I was taken by Nick Fury and the S.H.I.E.L.D organizations, that’s how I know Natasha Romanov. » Rachel revealed, nodding her head.

She took a sip of her drink, looking at the trees in front of her house. Soon she would have to cut some of them because of the Winter coming. Steve was surprised, he knew Fury had some very odd and mind-blowing secrets of his own, but he didn’t imagine that kind of secret.

« And so you’ve been alone since then. I mean without your family and friends from your own reality? » Steve asked her, feeling a bit sorry for the woman who rescued him. « I don’t mind being alone. » The red-haired shrugged. « It’s when I do my best thinking. » She replied with a smile.

And I don’t have to hear all the internal thoughts of other people, she sadly reasoned.

« Yes, me too. » Steve sadly smiled, looking at the view in front of him.

It’s been a while since he didn’t just stop, and enjoy simple life things. Like a good view, a good beverage. He turned his head looking at the woman next to him who after putting her drink down had a chocolate mustache on her lips. A good company.

« You have a small something on -» Steve smiled pointing at his own lip. « What? » Rachel frowned, wiping her lips, a soft pink blush on her cheeks. She had taken most of it but not all of it. « Just- » Steve pointed his finger at her own lip, but she missed the spot again. « Wait, here. » He whispered, wiping the chocolate with his thumb, his eyes watching her.

He took his finger into his mouth licking it. Rachel's eyes went back and forth between his pink mouth to his blue eyes. She was strangely closer to him and could see a hint of green into the clear blue that was his eyes. Steve felt drowned toward her, her sweet vanilla and bit spicy scent feeling his nose. Suddenly, he felt dawned by her, and her aura. She seemed to be everything that was holding the epitome of his happiness on her lips and he had to touch them.  Rachel Summers was a mystery, some kind of girl coming from another reality. But she seemed genuine and took him in and patched him up when he felt into her house without any question ask. He didn’t know if he trusted her. He didn’t know if he could but right here, right now all Steve Rogers needed was to let go, for once and enjoyed the sweet and romantic moment. So he leaned his head toward her face as Rachel closed her eyes. He brushed hir lips, asking her, a quiet question. She felt butterflies into her stomach before pressing her mouth on his; raising her hand to softly stroke his clean-shaven cheek. Steve kissed her even more but a faint sound made her broke the kiss.

« Umm…It’s my phone and it’s probably for you. » Rachel flushed, her eyes avoiding to look at him.  « I’m gonna go answer. » He told her, before rising up and entered into the house.

Rachel took a deep breath. What was that? Eyes wide open, she shook her head and bite her lips. Putting her head on her knees she watched the sunset, a shy smile on her lips. 

I just kissed Steve Rogers!

°°°

And now, he was leaving. Rachel’s compass in one hand, and one of the many maps, Nick Fury had given to her when she moved into this small house, in his other hand. His full suit on, and his famous shield on his back, Steve was ready to join back his team. According to Maria Hill, a Quinjet piloted by Tony was waiting for him a few miles away from Rachel’s cabin. He couldn’t lend next to the red-haired woman’s house because they were some kind of shield force around her home. When Steve confronted her about it, she only shrugged turning her back to him. Steve took his helmet and put it around his face. Rachel looked at him in the dim light of her living room, the only sound was of the cover-up brushing the wood’s ceiling. The night was now set around the woods and Rachel for the first time, felt empty and lonely. Strangely, sadness filling her cores, even though she met Steve less than 24 hours ago and he’s been conscious for 5 hours of those. She liked those moments she had been with him. 

« That’s ok if I walk through this shield force. It won’t hurt me? » Steve asked suspiciously, sorting his helmet on his neck. « Why do you ask me? I don’t know anything about this shield thing. » Rachel waved vaguely her hand above her head. Steve pursed his lip, knowing deep down that she didn’t tell him all the truth about her powers. « All I can say is that you traversed it last night, just fine and without any complication. » She smiled pointing at the ceiling.

Steve chuckled softly under his breath. She was right. He licked his lips watching her fully. Wearing a long blue skirt with a white crop top, she avoided looking directly in his eyes. Rachel was the kind of woman who was independent, funny, sweet but also mysterious. And he really wanted to decipher every bit of secrecy she was hiding behind these big blue eyes.

« I’m gonna be back, you know. » Steve informed her, with a knowing smile. « No, you won’t, Captain. » She replied, sad. « But that’s ok, I won’t forget you.» She winked.

Steve laughed, before turning around and stepped outside in the cold and icy wind of the woods. She was wrong he will be back, he knew it deep down. 

°°°

Rachel Summers was again, levitating by the time Steve was back. But this time, she was flying outside next to trees, with a huge blade in one hand. Steve was looking at her, she hasn’t changed since the night he left her a few months ago. He told her he will be back and there he was. Steve needed some short but good holidays after the Ultron affairs. And after taking the lead of the new Avengers Team, he just left leaving a note to Natasha explaining that he will be back in a couple of weeks. And he couldn't think of anything better place than Rachel Summers’s cottage as a holiday location. Rachel heard a faint crack sound. Someone was there, turning quickly in the air she was ready to attack, her blade up and her fist being immersed into a faint golden mist, but she was shocked to see Captain America smirking at from below. Confused, she lost her balance and concentration and started to fall but this time there wasn’t any couch to fall on to. Rachel started to panic, crying out loud she already saw herself crushed on the floor. But then she saw the outstretched arms of Steve’s as he ran to caught her into his stronghold. Rachel’s body felt right into his figure, but her descent was fast, made the soldier lost his footing and fell to the ground, the red-haired woman above him.

« I told you to not sneak up on him, Steve! » Rachel yelled, hitting, softly his hard chest as she raised to look at his laughing face. « And I told you, I will be back. » He replied still laughing. «  Hey, Rachel, it’s the first time you called me Steve. » « What are you doing here? I saw the news! Are you ok? » She frowned looking at him, annoyed but searching for some injuries on his body.

He wasn’t wearing his suit, but a soft blue shirt and a pair of jeans. Steve looked rather normal dressed this way. Not like the bossy and always serious Captain. 

« I want to know more about your Earth, the other reality. » Steve softly smiled, pushing a stray of her long red hair behind her ear. « And also, about you. » Steve looked at her blushing under his deep gaze.

She pushed herself from his body, taking his hand into her own and lift him up.

« I told you my story if you told me yours? » She asked, crossing her arms on her chest, smiling at him. « That’s fair. » Steve conclude, taking the blade who fell next to them. « Let’s start with this. » He waved the weapon, raising an eyebrow.  « Alright. » She nodded biting her lips. « But I need hot cocoa, do you want one? » « Yes, please! » Steve almost yelled.

Rachel laughed in front of his excited face. She hasn’t forgotten him. But it seemed that he didn’t forget her either.

°°°

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Magic and Pastry (2/?)

A/N it was gonna be a one-shot, but @lancsnerd, @amalthea9, and @bxcksdoll seemed to really enjoy this so... maybe series. I’m not sure.

Thor, the god of Thunder, and Natasha Romanoff struggle through teaching Thor to text with the help of Peter Parker. It’s like Natasha’s own personal hell. They’re both so distractable it makes her want to scream.

“Thor, why do you want a phone all of a sudden?” Peter asks, eyeing the books he just noticed. Thor’s cheeks turn pink, and he coughs, scrambling for an answer. Peter stands up so fast he knocks over his chair, “YOU MET A GIRL!” he blurts out. Natasha laughs, and Thor can’t help but smile. “What’s her name?” Peter asked a whole new enthusiasm for the project. Thor smiles, “Y/N Y/L,” he says your name like he’s tasting something delicious.

“No way!” Peter yelled, “I love her podcasts and stuff.” Natasha quirked an eyebrow, but Peter was already pulling up a bunch of things on his phone, “They’re a group of ladies and a couple guys that call themselves ‘The Parasol Protectorate” they talk about music and art, and books, and history. Sometimes they do travel blogs.” He pulled up a bunch of episodes of a podcast called “Book Drunk” and a youtube series called “Grab bag” You were in every one of them. He’d know your eyes and your luscious curves anywhere. “Y/N is lowkey the funniest,” he explained, “She and the other people are always putting content out. It’s insane.” He looks at you, all plump and sweet sitting prettily on a sound stage at a table flanked by two super slender women. They were pretty. You were all lovely, but as Thor scrolled down on the comments, an absurd number of people were saying derogatory things about your size. It made his chest hurt. It hurt, even more, when he noticed you were the only one sitting at the table NOT eating junk food. The other two girls had colossal cinnamon rolls, and you were sitting in front of a salad.

Peter winced at a particularly nasty comment insinuating some ugly things you should do to yourself and closed the window, “They have a live show coming here in New York,” Natasha grinned, “I should get us tickets. It sounds fun.” Peter’s hand shot up, “Can I bring Ned? He REALLY loves Book Drunk. Like Y/N is his favorite. He might actually cry at the meet and greet.” Natasha shrugged, “Sure, kid. I’ll get the four of us tickets, and we’ll do the meet and greet thing for Ned.” Thor nods, not listening really. He’s watching you. You’re laughing and joking. Making fun of how different you are compared to your friends. Joking about the rude things people feel entitled to say to you. After watching an anecdote about how a man reacted when you smiled at him for holding a door for you.

“Sorry sweetheart, I don’t fuck fat girls,” he had said. “Sucks for you, you replied, “Haven’t you ever watched a fat girl eat an ice cream cone?”

In the sound of the laughter as you primly took a sip of your drink, he sent his first text. 

Hey. It’s Thor. From the bookstore?

For 7 heart-pounding minutes, he waited.

Hey, I didn’t think you were going to text me. I’m glad you did.

The grin that spread across the Asgardian’s face made Steve stop in his tracks, “Geeze, he’s into this girl, huh?” he said. Nat grinned and took Bruce’s hand, “So fucking into her, and they only talked for like ten minutes.” Bruce kissed the top of her head, “That’s how long I talked to you,” he reminded, “Sometimes that’s all it takes.” She smiled up at him and sighed, “Sentimental,” she teased. 

“Guys,” Thor said, “What do I say now?” He handed his phone to Steve, and the soldier shrugged, “Well, it’s not every day you meet the prettiest girl in New York?” he opined. Thor nodded, “That’s better than what I wanted to say... I’m going with that.” So he did, he texted it to you and waited. 

I’m blushing so hard. Oh wow. Thanks but you might need your eyes checked.

Thor felt his chest ache, and he handed the phone to Natasha who tutted, “Tell her you’ll be at her live show, and you can’t wait to see her in person again.” The god let that roll through his head and nodded.

I’ll prove it to you at your live show.

A few moments later all you sent back was,

That’s a tall order, even for a god.

Thor didn’t know what to say, but he shot a shot,

Well, I have to try. It’s a crime against Valhalla for a beautiful woman not to know she’s gorgeous.

You didn’t respond, you couldn’t. You were blushing and giggling too hard, and you had to pull yourself together to go and shoot an episode of Grab Bag and then one of Idiots and Idols, your art history podcast.

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 28: Inside and Outside

Chapters: 28/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: None Relationships: Loki x Reader (Let’s try this again) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Reader, Brunnhilde, Thor Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Reader Doesn’t Feel Comfortable With How Uncomfortable She Feels, Reader Feels A Lot But Doesn’t Want To Think About It, In A World Full Of People Nothing Is Simple  Summary: Reader struggles with justification, while things brew outside the city.

Loki held your hand gently, allowing you to move energy slowly back and forth, but you could tell his concentration was weakened by the scent of warm cinnamon wafting from the basket nearby.

Oh, he was weak, weak, weak for Midgardian sweets. His eyes flicked back and forth between the basket and your face, and he kept sniffing the air, licking his lips. For someone with such a reputation for sneakiness, he sure wasn't being very sly right now. He refused to do or say anything about it, though, not until practice was over.

You felt pretty good after baking up the tasty treats; nothing quite got you going in the morning like the calm, domestic routine of a warm wash-up, and some simple baking. You usually made up some dough starter the night before, to be used the next morning; it made things go faster, but still allowed you to have fresh baked goods whenever. The cooks might be persuaded to put aside a little space in the cooler for you; you would make sure to ask about it next time you were in the kitchens.

His tongue swiped across his lips one more time, and you took pity on the poor, starving prince. You withdrew your hand and energy from his, and stretched hugely.

“Oh wow, what a workout!” You exclaimed. “I sure am hungry! What about you?”

Loki's eyes darted back to the basket. “If you are hungry, I would have nothing against joining you for a small snack.”

You snickered. He was so not smooth. “It's a good thing I prepared a little something this morning. Nothing big, just some rolls.”

“Oh, is that what the basket is all about?” Loki said trying to sound uninterested. “I thought perhaps you would need to bring food with you, since your energy reserves are not up to Asgardian standards. That's not your fault, of course, being an unpracticed human. So...if you ever need to bring large amounts of food with you, feel free.”

You could play this game. You slowly lifted the plate of cinnamon rolls out of the basket and uncovered it with a little flourish. The plate had his undivided attention.

“Well, you're right about my energy reserves, I'm afraid. My frail human body does need a lot of food to function. In fact, this session has been so tiring that I might just have to eat all of these.”

“All?” He choked out.

“I might.” You said. “I'm so weak, after all. So small. So needy.”

“So foolishly toeing the line.” Loki glowered. “You are teasing me.”

“You bet I am!” You laughed, holding the plate out to him. You had to snatch it back before he grabbed the whole thing, only letting him take one at a time. “Consider it proactive payback for whatever tricks you play on me in the future.”

Loki didn't even bother with a retort, he just shoved half the cinnamon roll into his mouth, making sounds you were sure ought only be made behind closed doors.

You may have created a monster.

You split the rolls between you, polishing them off quickly, and to great satisfaction. Loki couldn't seem to stop complimenting them, to the point that it made you bashful.

Once he'd finished eating, taking his time in licking the sugar off his fingers, he then took your hand back in his.

“I would like to try something new. If you will allow it, I would fill you with my magic, and see if you can use it as if it were your own. I believe I may be able to supplement your power with my own. If so, you might need not ever suffer the fatigue again.”

“Um...” That would be nice. The magic fatigue was terrible, and it would be nice to get rid of it. However, you weren't really sure how filled with Loki's...anything, you wanted to be. The relationship between you was getting confusing. The two of you were swiftly becoming close-and how could you not? You shared magic, and time, and proximity; meals, and opinions, and living space. You couldn't even move away from him, and you still wore his colors more often than not. He still tried to tutor you in everything, still coaxed your thoughts out over paperwork, and still held your hand in public.

Like right now, you were both on another one of your little 'picnics' in an open courtyard, sitting on a blanket, where anyone could see. You had known that you would eventually have to move on from just pushing energy back and forth, but to step right into letting him put this part of himself inside you...the part of you that accepted it as a logical next step in your training conflicted with the part of you that was trying to fight the increasing intimacy. You didn't feel like you were the right person for it, even though you were the only person for it. You were an employee, you kept telling yourself. A ward. A charity case, an inconvenience that had to be lived with and accommodated. You could be that. You knew how to do that.

But wasn't it a part of your job now, to be more? To be emotionally supportive, to be available, to be open and helpful? You would have to accept closeness as a part of it all, wouldn't you?

You'd had such a bad reaction to all that closeness before. You'd rebelled spectacularly, accused him of horrible intentions. Could you really turn it around so quickly? Wouldn't that make you a terrible hypocrite? Well, did that matter now?

“Um, I suppose so. Just...just go slow, okay? I haven't forgotten the plate incident.”

“Speaking of which, go ahead and put down the plate.” Loki suggested, and you did. You had to return it to the kitchen later, and you wanted it in one piece when you did so.

Loki breathed out slowly, and you felt him push as he did. It wasn't like the first time, where he just rammed magical energy into you until you 'popped', but gentle and careful. The familiar buzzing became a fizzing sensation, unfurling down your arms and legs, wrapping your bones, languorous coils filling your chest.

“You can hold it.” His voice reverberated through your whole body, strumming your nerves like harp strings. Your body sang.

“You can hold it. Just hold it for a moment. Acclimate yourself. Can you feel me? Can you feel how it differs from yourself?”

You could. He was effervescent, buoyant. He fizzled through you.

“I can't hold it!” You exclaimed.

“No, no, no, you've got it.” He encouraged. “You can hold it. Just a little longer. Let it flow around your body. Let it sink in and permeate you.”

“S-stop talking, please!” You couldn't take the play of his voice on your nerves. It peeled you open and left you raw and quivering in the sunlight.

“All right.” He whispered. “All right, now direct it.”

“G-g-give me a task! Tell me how!”

“That flower over there, the blue one.” He pointed out a tall lupine, blooming against the courtyard wall. “Bring the flower here, to your hand.”

You held out your hand, fighting for concentration. You could remember what it felt like to bring Thor's ax to yourself, and you tried to feel the same thing now, but the light that crept into your eye made it hard to focus on your target. The power swirled down your arm, uncoiled from your fingertips, and snapped out towards the flower.

It was in your hand a moment later, and Loki nearly bowled you over with his triumphant cry. You felt him withdraw his magic from within you, even as his other arm curled around your shoulders to hold you up. It wasn't the discomfort of magic fatigue that weakened you now, but the sheer, sore exhaustion of someone who had been working endlessly for hours.

Loki held you up, quietly praising. You couldn't feel his voice anymore, only hear it, and though you felt empty and hot, and weirdly alone, you could also still sense the shape of the runes that trailed up your arm, faintly taste sweet citrus on the back of your tongue.

He plucked the flower from your hand, examining it as you leaned against him. Whatever hesitation you'd had about accepting closeness had dissolved for the moment.

“Very good, very good.” He murmured. “Do you see? The break of the stem is very clean, but the lower part of the flower is crushed. We will need to work on your control, but this is extremely promising. You are doing so well. You always do so well. Do you understand how gifted you are, in this? I'm so glad that I get to have you, rather than some other, inferior sorcerer.”

The possessive tone in his voice cut through the floaty haze to clang jarringly against one of your mental alarms. You didn't belong to him! This was a work arrangement! You had to cling to that, you had to put, if not a wall, then at least a screen between you.

You shook your head and tapped the hand on your shoulder sharply: Loki withdrew it, looking down at you with a bit of concern.

“Little too much.” You mumbled. Loki held your gaze a few moments longer.

“I understand.” He said. Perhaps he did. “Would you like to bake again tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“More cinnamon rolls?” There was unmasked hope there.

“Nope!”

He deflated. “Oh. What then?”

“Ever had elephant ears?” You asked. Maybe you were being a little mean.

Concern spread across his features once more. “I'm hoping that the name is a metaphor. I know humans will eat nearly anything, but...”

“It's puff pastry! I saw some in the kitchens earlier. Elephant ears are rolled up puff pastry. With cinnamon and sugar.”

“So...it's crispy cinnamon rolls?” And the hope was right back.

“You'll just have to wait and see.”

                                                                             *****

He sat quietly in his prison room, not quite ready to sleep. The day was fast approaching.

He had no doubt that the trial would not go in his favor. That didn't matter. What mattered was, when the war came, when the invaders were finally eradicated, he would be remembered. His example would have inspired others to action. He knew they were out there, right now. He had received letters of support from many who felt the same way he did. There were others who saw the truth, and while he must pay the price for humanity's current blindness, those others would carry on in his place.

The invaders would be beset on all sides. In the media, on their stolen land, in the global markets, they would be pushed out. And as for their human supporters; there would be nowhere safe for such traitors.

Yes, he was perfectly resigned to be martyr for the cause; the safety and supremacy of the human race.

                                                                            *****

Sophie had recently come to several distressing conclusions about the newly arrived campers. Firstly, they were not here to be close to the gods, but to protest them. They were putting up fences and vaguely threatening signs, and refusing contact with Sofie's camp. Secondly, there were not one new camp, but two, strongly divided based on ideology. One camp merely wished for Asgard to go elsewhere, someplace that was not Earth. The other camp not only wanted them gone, but they also wanted Loki handed over to face justice, and they wanted the separation of all humans from Asgard. This camp was harsh and vicious in their segregationist ideals: they wanted all contact with Icelanders to cease immediately, for Sofie's camp to be eradicated, and the people either scattered or arrested, and they especially wanted you behind bars. They held a special vitriol for you.

Thirdly, both camps would be growing in response to the upcoming trial. Sofie had a feeling that, no matter the trial's outcome, there would be trouble coming from these protesters.

“They'll fight each other as well as everyone else.” Frodi had said, as they sat around the fire. The sun was finally starting to dip lower in the sky again, barely kissing the horizon. “There are many people who are full of conflict, with nowhere to direct it. Give them a target, and they will latch on hard.”

“They can't all be here in search of violence.” Sofie insisted. “They do have some valid fears. Not even the sagas always explained the gods motivations, so how can they know that they mean us no harm? Loki did not show us his best face when he finally returned, so I can see where they're coming from.”

“We need to prepare.” Fritjof interjected, having invited himself, unbidden, to the fire, as he always did. “If they bring their fight to us, we have to be ready to defend ourselves.”

“We don't need to go that far, I'm sure...” Sofie said, but Savane lightly touched her hand.

“You will be needed.” She said simply. “Do you have a knife?” She offered one of her coveted blades, in it's reindeer antler sheath.

“I certainly hope it doesn't come to that!” Sofie exclaimed. “Maybe we ought to focus on the upcoming winter instead. Getting through it more comfortably than last year. Savane, would you be willing to teach us how to make clothes like yours? When the night returns, it will get cold very fast. If those other camps want to be antagonistic to us, maybe we can win by outlasting them. Being better prepared.”

Savane pressed the knife into Sofie's hand anyway. “I don't mind showing you, but you lack the materials. You have no reindeer here, and no beaver, and not enough foxes. You need the pelts to make my clothes.”

“We've got sheep.” Frodi pointed out. “Sheepskins aren't hard to come by around here, and they're pretty well adapted for the cold.”

“Hm. It might work.” Savane said, contemplating. “It will look strange, but it should be warm enough. I will draw up patterns.”

“Do you mind if I record it?” Sofie asked.

“No, I don't. It will be educational, and it might get some more money to buy the supplies.”

Both women headed into Savane's tent, leaving Frodi and Fritjof behind to take care of dinner.

“This is why we need all of us.” Frodi mused. “People like them form the core of a community. People like me build things, and people like you stand between us and the big, wide, world.”

“I don't need your flattery.” Fritjof said shortly.

“No, you need to continue learning about the oath you took.” Frodi answered back, pointing at the othala rune tattooed on the back of Fritjof's hand. “What drove the Allfather to his wanderings?”

“The search for wisdom and knowledge.” Fritjof sulked.

“The search for wisdom and knowledge, wherever it might be found.” Frodi reiterated. “He consorted with giants and dwarves, with Vanir and elves. He spoke to beasts and witches, and learned their ways, even though it was frowned upon. You too must decide what's most important to you, and pursue that with all of your being. Or not. I can't tell you what to do.”

“And yet, you keep talking.” Fritjof snapped, emptying a few cans of soup into a pot to hang over the fire. “As if the gods somehow speak to you.”

“A god spoke to you once.” Frodi pointed out. “Did it do you any good?”

Fritjof froze up, soup pot in hand. They didn't talk about that. Nobody talked about that. It seemed the entire camp was in agreement about it. They were embarrassed by him, and ashamed that no one had stepped forward to help. The entire incident had peeled back the veneer of their community, and showed it to be lacking cohesion.

It had also led to a major change in the camp. Campers who had never spoken to each other before started coming together, learning and sharing. Most of the more negative elements had decided to leave; the presence of multi-ethnic einherjar, and the undeniability of Heimdall forcing them to re-think their worldviews. Only a very few had remained, or returned. The camp was more united than it had ever been; swiftly becoming a true community.

All because Fritjof had been wrong, and Loki had been swift and brutal.

Fritjof knew more about the gods now than many others did. He knew how close they were to humanity, and how different as well. He was no stranger to physical violence, but he had never felt anything like that kick to the chest. Never heard anything like that thunderous voice proclaiming all his failings. The nature of his devotion had changed drastically that night, and it had needed to.

No longer did Fritjof believe that the gods needed him or his protection from 'dilution' or 'degeneration'. In reality, it was he who needed them, to provide some kind of identity, some sense of acceptance in a world that could very easily hate him. Community was what he sought more than anything, and now it was growing up around him, all because Loki had a short temper.

“Yes, I believe it did.” He said, hanging the pot over the flames.

                                                                             *****

Brunnhilde sighed and rolled her eyes.

“About how many would you say have gathered?” Thor asked the einherjar messenger.

“Somewhere around a hundred. Split into two groups. They fly a white and red striped flag, with a blue  corner, filled with stars.”

“That is the United States of America. Many of my friends are there.”

“I cannot tell if they are friendly or not, my liege. They have put up many signs, but I cannot read them. Some of them have pictures of the crown prince or his Seidkona, with red slashes over them. Perhaps I misunderstand the culture, but this does not seem friendly. They keep coming, and the rest of the gate guards are becoming agitated.”

“Thank you for bringing this to us.” Brunnhilde said. “We'll send reinforcements to the gates for added safety. This will probably blow over after the trial.”

“The murderer of Adalheid's lover? The assassin who attempted the life of the Seidkona?”

“Afraid so. Both of them also come from that country, and the whole thing has been awfully polarizing.”

“We will take extra precautions.” Thor promised. “This is going to be a trying time for many of us, but I want no violence from our side. These humans are driven by emotion and passion; there are not likely to be trained warriors among them, and even if there are, they are too easy to harm.”

“I will spread the word, your Majesty.” The einherjar bowed and took his leave.

“I cannot believe that I didn't see this coming.” Thor grumbled.

“You were optimistic.” Brunnhilde said. “And it did take them a while to get geared up. I'm surprised this is the first we're seeing of it. Maybe you oughta call your friends, see if they can't do anything about it.”

“I don't know what they could do. People have the right to protest whatever they want, and as long as they remain peaceful, and don't try to enter the city, then they haven't broken any laws, and can't be forced to leave. Maybe they'll go away when it gets cold.”

“Trolekaerhalla has stuck around through the winter.” Brunnhilde pointed out.

“Yes, but they like us. Maybe I should go out and see them?”

“On the one hand, I'd say you're a fool for not doing that sooner. On the other hand, I can't advise it. You might start a riot. You should probably let your friends know what's going on. It can't hurt to keep in touch.”

“Perhaps they'd like to visit? You do still owe Stark a lot of alcohol.”

“He's the one who offered me a drink in the first place!” Brunnhilde huffed.

“He offered you a drink, not the entire liquor case! Anyway, we will double the number of gate guards for the next few weeks, and see if that doesn't deter any overly brave protesters. I meant it about avoiding violence. People are going to be afraid of us for a while, and there are still those out there who have a very legitimate hatred of my brother. He hasn't been able to make the reparations that he should, and there will be those who would not be willing to accept anything he offered anyway. Using force against them would not only be wrong, but it would also cast us all as villains.”

He sighed and leaned back in his chair.

“Why must everything happen all at once?”

Brunnhilde punched him lightly on the shoulder. “If it wasn't, you'd just be complaining that things were too boring. They should've called you the Grumbler, instead of the Thunderer.”

“I have not yet begun to whine!” Thor declared teasingly, leaping to his feet. “Come! Let us see if the hotel bookings have been made.”

[khalessi34]

Words on paper

Pairings: Avengers! x Reader! (Writer) 

Warnings: A bit of angst but good ending! 

Summary: After living so long with the Avengers the reader somehow stumbles upon Fanfic about them and becomes obsessed. You become determined to end up writing the greatest fic of all time by studying your friends and asking them to do random things! 

Somehow up above some god had decided to bestow on you some wonderful gift as you randomly searched the web to get your mind off of things. It was a beautiful moment when you stumbled upon it, Fanfic, the worlds greatest weapon of all time. It felt like you were seeing your friends for the first time in a new light, how could they ever react to this? 

The Avengers, all of them with secret fan bases around the world and it could not have been more perfect for you. Yet somehow you struggled to shake the fact they weren’t actually there and these were just stories made by some incredible writer taking time off their day to bring you such good words. 

“How daRE YOU!” Steve suddenly jumped from the table watching as tears ran down your face and worry shot through him like lighting. 

“(y/n) What's wrong? Did something happen?” He tried consoling you but you only shook your head crying even harder as you fell to your knees, “Tell me what's wrong? Please?” 

“How could you break the reader's heart like that?!” His face suddenly lost all worry and instead, only a blank look washed over his features. 

“W-What?” 

“You despicable man! How dare you choose that other women over the reader?! Can’t you see they have been there for you since you were a child and somehow they gained immortality to be with you but you decide to--” He didn’t listen anymore, he just walked away. 

Tony scruffed his beard lightly trying to figure out what to fix in his equation when the door to his lab burst open and you came charging in shedding tears everywhere. 

“OH GOD TONY I AM SO SORRY YOU POOR BROKEN MAN OH GOD I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU PLEASE DO NOT DRINK YOURSELF AWAY OH GOD TONY I AM SO SORRY!” He stumbled back holding you in his arms and you sobbed uncontrollably for the third time this day, it was getting out of hand, literally. 

“Bucky you idiot!” The super soldier felt the weight of something fly toward the back of his head propelling him forward, luckily with quick reflexes, he stopped before he smashed his head against the wall, “Your job as a bodyguard doesn’t matter! You have to tell the reader how you feel about her even as death stares both of you in the face and the evil politician is trying to kill her!” 

“I-I don’t understand? Is this a thing you young kids are into?” Sam shrugged his shoulders taking a spoonful of cereal but you weren’t done yet. 

“You! Sam Wilson! You deserve the world!” 

“Hell yeah, I do!” He nodded pursing his lips and continuing to shove cereal into his mouth smirking slightly at the soldier who watched with nervous eyes. 

“I didn’t know I was a bodyguard?” 

“Clint! Clint! Clint!” The Archer stiffened entirely snapping the bow on his hand before he was enveloped in a hug from behind him. 

“Wha--” 

“You don’t have to live in the vents all the time okay? I can share my bed if you need it buddy just tell me when you want it.” 

You stood a few feet away, watching him, studying him as he sat there conversing, you didn’t know if your theory would be correct but you wanted to know. You needed to know.  

“Thor?” 

“Yes (y/n)?” You stood timidly by the side holding the box of pop tarts before taking one out and holding it out to him, “Is this food?” 

“Yes, now please, eat it and tell me how it tastes.” Once he took a bite you had snagged that photo and posted it online, it broke the internet. 

It took months but finally, you were ready, you had read so many fanfics and cried and laughed that you knew it had come down to this. To the day you finally realized you wanted to write the greatest fanfic of all time. So you set out to do some research, of course, you had lived with the Avengers for as long as you can remember but after reading those stories some of the writers had actually painted accurate representations of some of your friends. For example, the fact that Steve did show a couple signs of PTS and that Tony buried himself in his work when he was bothered but after reading what could be going through their minds shook you to the core. 

“Bucky?” You called out watching him turn to face you, “Can you stand there for a second?” He furrowed his brows but complied with your request, out of all of the Avengers living in the compound he had grown a soft spot for you. 

“What’s this for (y/n)?” Bucky watched you bring out a notepad and pen beginning to scribble furiously until you were chest to chest with him, “(y/n?” 

His body stiffened feeling you grip his hands and placing them on your waist, there was a second where he couldn’t breathe, what’s happening? You scribbled even more before shifting out of his hands and bringing out a...measuring tape? 

“Oooooooo, this is good.” You began to mumble ignoring the incredulous look the soldier gave you, “I wonder what it would feel like around my neck?” 

“No,” The brown haired man shook his head before sprinting out of the common room leaving you with a slight frown on your features. 

“Darn, oh wait! Bruce! Bruce! How does Hulk feel when you have sex?!” 

“Steve, can you please do this for me?” 

“No, stop asking.” 

“Please just this once and I won’t bother you again.” 

“How about no.” 

“Come on don’t be like that!” 

“Fine hurry up.” 

“Yay!” You hurried out of his room coming back with the silly clothes for him to wear, you allowed him a couple minutes to himself before barging inside. 

There he stood, wearing a suit and tie dressed like a businessman, he even had the fake square glasses and watch (Courtesy of Tony Stark) to make it seem like he was a rich person. 

“Oh my god, it's like God’s have blessed my eyes.” Steve shifted uncomfortably for a second waving his hands around. 

“Are you ready or not?” You gave him a devilish smile, something he has somehow come to fear after what Bucky had said you had made Sam do, apparently you thought it would be a good idea for the winged man to wrap his legs around the soldiers and fly into the air. Bucky landed face first in front of the compound and had a nose bleed for two hours straight, “Oh, no.” 

“It’s finished!” You yelled at the top of your lungs throwing a stack of paper onto the table startling most of the Avengers, “I have finished my greatest creation yet!” 

“Is it what you’ve been working on for the past three months?” Natasha cocked her head to the side eyeing the stack with a wary expression, she would rather face 100 bad guys than going what you put her through. 

“Yes! and I will publish it tonight! I’m so excited I can’t wait for people to read this I worked so hard for this!” Everyone was a bit cranky at your random research but seeing the huge smile and bright sparkle in your eyes was actually worth all the trouble. 

“I’m sure it’ll be great, kid.” Tony took a sip of his coffee leaning back in his chair as everyone began to shower you with admiration. 

3 weeks later

“How long have they been in their room?” Sam stood outside your door with Bucky beside him glancing at the piece of metal with concern. 

“A couple days, won’t even come out and eat.” 

“Oh no, you guys this is bad.” Natasha called everyone as they circled the hologram of your story, comments and bad reviews that would go on for days, “Their story blew up but not in the way they wanted it,” 

Anonymous: Wow you don’t even know the characters to be writing about them! #fakefan

Anonymous: Honestly, it’s not that bad but it seems way too unrealistic for me, sorry not sorry. 

Anonymous: Yeah, this story needs a lot more improvement, you should try and look for a different hobby lol 

“Bastards, they’re all anonymous, those cowards,” Sam growled darkly shoving his chair back in anger, “Don’t they know they worked hard for that story?” 

“Guys, this is the internet we are talking about, they are trolls there's nothing we can do about this.” Steve stood up trying to talk some sense into his friend but deep down he wanted nothing more than to track those trolls down and beat them to a pulp. 

“I have an idea.” Tony chimed up from his desk glancing at the shut door where you were covered in blankets crying your heart out. 

Sometime in the middle of the night, you stumbled out of your room in the need for some food or something tasty. It had been a couple days since the utter failure of your story and you had decided to give up on such random hobbies but you loved writing it became your passion after reading so much. You believed that you were getting good and that your story would be okay but the world didn’t take it like that. 

“(Y/N)?” You gave out a shriek stumbling backward until your eyes landed on your friends, they all looked tired with dark bags under their eyes and a pang of guilt hit you in the chest. 

“What’s going on? Are you guys okay?” As you came around from the kitchen your eyes landed on stacks of papers, many of them all over the large table, “What is this?” 

“I know it might not be as good as yours,” Steve began talking before giving you a smirk. 

“And we didn’t do a ton of research since we didn’t have time,” Tony stifled a yawn placing a hand on his stack of papers and patting it. 

“We decided to write stories about you,” Sam smiled at you watching as tears began to form in your eyes as you realized what this was. 

“You’re important to us (y/n) so we wanted to show you that your story meant so much to us.” Clint threw his arm over Natasha who nodded at you waiting for the rest of the team to continue their own comments. 

“Yeah (n/n), you may think of us as your heroes but to us, you’re our hero.” Bucky walked forward placing his hand on your shoulder and squeezing tightly. 

“No matter what people say you are worthy,” Thor appeared from the shadows holding onto a large stack of paper in his arms and giving you that smile. 

“You’re family now and always,” Bruce carried his own stack as well and you let the tears flow, you realized that no matter what those trolls said they still loved your story. 

And as you cried into their arms that night reading as many of the papers as you could you realized that they loved you as much as you loved them even after you made them do crazy things. Family is family. 

[mschrisaholic]

Chris’ Cupcake Challenge

Imagine:

I got the inspiration from the cupcake challenge that the stars of Avengers played, the video is tweeted by BuzzFeed. x What if everyone makes fun of Chris? It’s all because you, Chris’ wife, had once on live with Chris when you guys were making cupcakes at home. At the end of the challenge, Chris accidentally disclosed sth.

Warnings: very fluffy & adorable; few swearing

P.S.~

English is not my first language, so please do forgive me if I make any mistakes, which I am so sure that there are some in my writing;)) Enjoy~

— The Livestream —

“Hey guys, we’re the Evans and we’re now on live!” You greeted everyone on your live streaming on your Instagram account, with your husband, Chris Evans standing next to you behind the island in your kitchen.

“Hi there, guys.” He greeted too then he saw the comments on the screen.

“Oh! You guys are curious to know what we’re doing here! We are making cupcakes!“ Chris read the comment out and answered.

“Yes! It’s Thanksgiving today so we’re making cupcakes for the kids, which means our nieces, please don’t make any wild guesses!” You added on Chris’ answer.

“Yeah guys! Just to let you know, we’ve already had a plan.”

“Yup! By the way, the whole live streaming thing is about cupcakes! We want you guys to decide what toppings we should do on the cupcakes, and our great chef here will do all the toppings!” You pointed at Chris as the point you said “our great chef” and laughed after you finished.

“Oh! I never see this coming. Since when a man who can burn the kitchen becomes the great chef here?”

“Since this Livestream starts!”

”Okay! I’ve never done this before, damn it! And you’re gonna make me embarrass myself in front of the camera!” He joked and giggled.

“No, I’m not! I have faith in you, you can do very well! Alright, I can see our fans are very excited about our little game! I’ve already seen a really good answer! Avengers cupcake! Credit to you  @Mrsevans. Oops, it’s awkward haha! I didn’t remember that I have such account.”

“Oh honey. there are so many Evans out there I’m sure.“

“Alright, I love how they love you! So you guys want Chris to do only the original 6 or the whole team of Avengers?”

“Oh my god! I can’t believe that you’re asking this question! My fans hate me, they love seeing me being frustrated!”

“Yes, you’re right! 100% of them are saying the whole team! The whole team it is! Alright! So Mr. Chris Evans, here are all our ingredients, sprinkles, different colors of buttercream frosting that are made by me, some fondant and food colorings. Please use everything you need to make our Avengers cupcakes, you have 8 minutes to do so!” You introduced all the ingredients that you’ve placed on the island.

“What? I have a time limit too? And why 8 minutes, that specific?”

“My phone is nearly out of battery so you need to finish it before my phone’s dead.”

“Can you just charge your phone, my dear?“

“Nope, sorry. There will be no fun!”

“You hate me too, don’t you?” Chris pouted.

“Nope, I love you!” You pecked on his cheeks and lips.

“Now time to work, our greatest chef! The kitchen is all yours and I’ll take the phone starting from now!” You squealed a bit and then you picked up the phone to switch the camera so now only Chris is on the camera.

“Okay! I’m gonna leave the Captain America’s one the last one to do, as I think it is the easiest! Start with my dearest Iron Man first! I’m gonna use red and yellow frosting and a lot of sprinkles! Then Thor, grey frosting and lots of sprinkles! Black Widow, black and red, lots of sprinkles! Captain Marvel, red, blue and yellow frosting, lots of sprinkles!”

“Hey hey hey! Big boy! Lots of sprinkles all the time?”

“I wike sprinkles! I love it!”

“Are you gonna use some of the fondants? I’m sure they will make those cakes prettier.”

“Ouch! You hurt my feelings! I think they are very pretty now! Look, beautiful!” Chris held one of the cupcakes up to the camera to show you and also all those people watching the livestream.

“Alright, alright. 4 minutes left.”

“God! I am not gonna finish them all! Ant Man, grey and red, lots of sprinkles! Winter Soldier, grey on the left side, sprinkles on the other side.“

”Wait, is the grey side stands for the metal arm?” You couldn’t stop laughing when you saw the cupcake.

“Yes! You know me the best!” He just said it but he was too busy with the cupcakes so he didn’t lift his head up.

“3 minutes left!”

“Alright, alright! Hawkeyes, I don’t know any symbols about him, no specific colors! Poor Jeremy! Cupcake covered with random color frosting, lots of sprinkles and an ‘H’ on top! Nailed it! Hulk, big dude! Running out of time, only green frosting for you then! Oh, with lots of sprinkles.”

“Honey, 1 minute left!”

“Alright everybody, I’m not gonna finish every Avenger as you all wish! I’m leaving this last minute for my own character! Captain America, the greatest superhero in the world! Perfect red. blue and white frosting for the shield, not gonna put lots of sprinkles on it but only one with the little star shape.”

“Time’s up!” Then you had a close shot to all those cupcakes covered in lots of sprinkles.

“I’m sure that the kids are gonna have a hard time choosing cupcakes!” Chris couldn’t stop complimenting himself for his work.

“Yeah, I’m sure they are cause they don’t wanna eat any of them. The massive amount of sprinkles looks so gross, babe.”

“Oh, dear! You’re in big trouble as you say this!“ Chris reached you and tried to tickle you.

“Wait! My phone is dying! See you guys! Stay tuned for our next episode of Chris Challenge! Bye!”

— End of Livestream —

— Back to the Cupcake Challenge with the cast of Avengers —

“Alright, Avengers. It’s time for the Cupcake Challenge.”

“Using the ingredients in front of you, you each have 3 minutes to design the cupcake based upon your own character.”

“Begin!”

The original 6 Avengers were all focusing on their own cupcakes.

“Wow, Chris! You do the frosting perfectly!” Scarlett took a glance at Chris’ Captain America cupcake, a red circle with buttercream frosting were perfectly drawn.

“Well, I am well trained.”

“Evans, do you find it’s hard with that little amount of sprinkles you got?” RDJ teased while he was messing with all the ingredients that he had on the table.

“Oh, you got me! No one eats mine after I finish. I need to show y/n how bad a cupcake tastes without lots of sprinkles!” Chris continued to draw the other blue and white circles.

“Okay, time’s up! Avengers, please show us your cupcake!”

The Avengers revealed their cupcakes, of course, RDJ’s ones were the best because they’re pre-made. And the camera stopped rolling at this point.

“Well, I must say that Chris 2’s cupcake is better than mine! Can I get it for my kids?” Hemsworth complimented Chris’ cupcake.

“Nope! I’m saving it for mine! 6 months to go!” Your husband, Chris mumbled under his breath with a proud smile on his face, which actually he was saying loudly enough that every Avenger could hear him.

Everyone gasped at Chris’ words, all eyes are stared at him.

“Alright, guys! Yes, y/n and I are having our first kid! God, she’s gonna be mad. We’re planning to tell you guys after all the Endgame stuff.”

“It’s okay, babe! I don’t mind at all! Come and enjoy the real cupcakes, Avengers!”

Everyone at the studio was so happy for you and Chris. You finished Chris’ cupcake and told him that this cupcake is tastier than every single one that he’s made on Thanksgiving. Last but not least, you reminded him that he should work harder on cupcakes, for you and for your future kids!

[iamanartichoke]

Headcanons for a valki date night and thor has to babysit dagny? (I hope it’s okay asking for your headcanons I don’t want to bother you!)

Omgosh anon, it is always okay and never a bother whatsoever!!

The short version: I headcanon that Thor is depressed and lonely because of his lack of a significant other, but he agrees to watch Dagny, and they get into some trouble and eat too much junk food and cry over Disney movies. 

The long version is in fic form because I am me, and I got carried away. Enjoy :) 

___ 

It’s Friday night. Loki and Val decide they’re going to do a “typical human” date and go out for a lovely dinner, followed by a movie. Dagny is more or less capable of looking after herself without losing any limbs or burning the house down, but Val still asks Thor to hang out with her, “because she gets lonely sometimes, that’s all,” and Thor replies, “Yeah, I know how she feels.” 

“Have you checked your Tinder profile lately?” Val wants to know. 

Thor makes a face. “I don’t understand Tinder, and even if I did, it hardly seems the best place to meet someone. All the men put in their profile is how much they can benchpress, and the women - do you know who Marilyn Monroe is?” 

“Uh, no.” 

“Neither do I, but she must be very famous on Midgard, because every single woman I match with has her quote in their profile: ‘If you can’t handle me at my worst, you don’t deserve me at my best.’ What does that even mean, Val?” 

“It means,” Loki says, coming into the room, still fastening his tie, “that Midgardian women are hopelessly cliché. Marilyn Monroe never even said that.” 

Thor and Val turn to stare at him. “You know who Marilyn Monroe is?” Thor says. 

“Yes,” Loki replies, giving Thor a fleetingly impatient look. Val goes over to him and begins straightening his tie herself, even though it’s already perfectly straight. “She was an actress. And she never said that.”

“How do you know?” Val asks. 

“I just do.” He gets distracted by Val’s hands and adds, “Love, there’s nothing wrong with my tie.” 

“It’s crooked.”

“How much have you had to drink?” 

“Hmph.” Val lets go of the tie. “Anyway, Thor, so is that a yes, you’ll look after Dagny?” 

“Sure,” Thor agrees with a sigh. It’s not like he has anything better to do. 

Loki and Val leave not long after, leaving Thor to ponder Loki’s strange arsenal of Midgardian knowledge while he checks his Tinder profile. He’s scrolling through endless pages of what feels like the same man and woman over and over again, contemplating sending Jane a fake-drunk text (fake meaning he’s not actually drunk, but maybe she’ll excuse the randomness of hearing from him if he claims to be drunk) when Dagny wanders in and flops down onto the sofa next to him. 

“What are you doing?” she asks, leaning over to peer at his phone. 

“Nothing important.” Grateful that she’s distracted him from his lame urge to fake drunk text his ex-girlfriend (he’s a king, for Norns’ sake, why is his life so pathetic?), Thor puts the phone away and smiles brightly. “So, it’s just you and me tonight, kiddo. Feel like doing anything fun?” 

“Ummmm.” Dagny tilts her head, thinking about it. “What are my options?” 

“I don’t know. Anything you want,” Thor says generously. 

“Anything?” 

“Yeah, anything!” Thor clearly knows nothing about children. 

“Well … I have a few ideas,” she says with an impish grin. “If you really mean anything.” 

That’s how she and Thor end up going to Trampoline World on a Friday night, when it’s crowded with middle-school kids and blaring techno music along with seizure-inducing neon strobe lights. Dagny is thrilled. Val and Loki never take her there, because Loki would never voluntarily step foot in this place even if someone paid him, and Val says Dagny is too heavy for human trampolines anyway (Loki made her her own Asgardian-proof trampoline, but who wants to jump on a trampoline alone at home?). 

None of these logistical concerns occur to Thor, who cheerfully makes the best of the music and the children and the strange padded socks they’re given to wear. “Why are they orange?” he asks, as he and Dagny trade their boots for the weird little socks. 

“Why not?” is Dagny’s reply. “Orange is a fun color.” 

“I suppose it is.” 

They slip and slide on the socks on their way to the trampolines, Dagny already bouncing in place. There are sectioned off trampolines, pits full of foam blocks, and places to play games of dodgeball and tag. Seems harmless enough, Thor thinks, as he and Dagny climb onto one of the trampolines. 

Thor jumps. 

Dagny jumps. 

They both come back down together, at the same time, crashing right through the trampoline onto the floor below, bringing half the platform down along with them.

They’re Asgardian. Thor canonically weighs 640 pounds. Dagny probably weighs at least 200 pounds. 

People scream. The lights flicker. The music screeches to a halt. Dagny shrieks, Thor hurries to make sure no one’s hurt, and the staff are running over in alarm (and a little bit of terror). 

“Oops,” says Thor. 

“I thought Val was lying,” Dagny says. 

“What?” 

“What?” 

They get kicked out, obviously. 

They pull on their boots right over the stupid orange socks, making a hasty exit. Dagny’s shoulders are slumped and she looks ready to cry, which breaks Thor’s heart a little, so he says, “Hey, guess what we’re not too heavy for?” 

Dagny looks up at him, lower lip trembling just a bit. “I don’t know. What?” 

“Ice cream.” 

All at once, Dagny’s face brightens. Her eyes go wide. “As much as we want?” 

“As much as we want.” 

They go to an ice cream parlour and get heaping cones with three and four scoops each. Dagny adds a pile of sour gummy worms to hers, and Thor tries out the rainbow sprinkles, which he’s disappointed to discover don’t really taste like anything, let alone like a real rainbow. Dagny’s happy, though, and that’s all that matters. 

They eat their ice cream while they walk home, and then they play several rounds of hnefatafl (Thor loses), followed by Clue (”obviously it’s Colonel Mustard, in the library, with the wrench,” Dagny declares, and Thor asks, “How in the Nine can you kill someone with a wrench?” and Dagny says, “Want to find out?” and Thor says, “Dear lord, no. You’re spending too much time with Loki.”) and then end the evening by watching Zootopia and Inside Out. 

Loki and Val come back right around the end of Inside Out to find both Dagny and Thor in tears. 

“Wow, was the evening that bad?” Val asks, while Loki snickers. He’s seen Inside Out already. He knows. 

“No, not at all,” Thor responds, and he and Dagny exchange a look. 

They decide they won’t tell Loki and Val about the misadventure at Trampoline World.