#idk if I'll keep this one... ice eyes have me on the fence.

[greengalaxy-254179]

Thank you Icewarden this slaps!!!

[pryllee]

Sly Kitty

Scara x Fem! Reader

College + Modern AU, flirting with small hints of suggestive ideas, slight use of biker! Scara :D

A/N: Idk what to add in the content things. But I hope you just like this

Taglist:: @swivy123

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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

You let out another tired sigh, reluctantly walking into the warm bathroom. You notice the bathtub is already filled with also water... Thats ice cold.

Taking off your clothes, you settle into the tub, shivering from the harsh temperature difference—the air was warm that made you felt relaxed yet the tub was ice cold.

Atleast it's sure to wake you up now.

-

Getting out the bathtub causing water to splash below, with a more energized look on your face. You looked at the other pair of clothes on the right, it had black cargo pants and a white turtle neck shirt.

"Hm, this is his moms fashion preferences..."

The colors were basic but you had to admit the pairing was good, honestly. Black and white are basic colors but they seem nice to the eye, it's simple but can feel elegant.

Or does he have the same tastes? Well to be fair, he could've just picked whatever.

But before you wear them, you need to dry yourself, and so you did with a towel.

-

You step out with the clothes, feeling warm—but still kind of cold... so you rub your hands vigorously closing your eyes till you heard something drop onto a floor causing a small thud.

Purple eyes widening in shock as tea packets and packaged desserts roll onto the floor spilling out of a paper bag.

"Why is she wearing my clothes... Oh my Archons—don't tell me yo.." The womans words are interrupted as Scara rushes to slam his hand on her mouth to stop whatever foul non-sense she was about to speak.

"No. I did not, shes just a classm... friend that came over. She offered to cook for me, and Keni." He spoke in a stern tone.

"Uhm... Is that your mom you were talking about?" You asked, pointing awkwardly trying to be polite with your tone. The lady nodded,

"You can just call me Ei, and Kuni talked about me? Aww how sweet of you!!" Trying to go in for a hug with one foot in the air and arms wide open, but Scara places both hands on her seemingly over-excited face trying to avoid her reach.

She swiftly walked closer over to you, "Speaking of which, she can just keep that outfit, I'm starting to grow out of it..." She sighed, retracting her arms crossing it instead with a saddened tone.

"Oh– uhm, you don't need to gift me it! I'll hand it back after I make sure it's nice and clean after...!" You held your hands low, speaking with a shy tone.

"Oh it's fine really! I'd have so mu...—"

"AHEM. I think we'll get going now, bye mom." He coughed with a fist up to his mouth, his cheeks seemingly showing a light tone of red as grabbed onto your wrist hurriedly leading you to the entrance.

You both put on your shoes, as his mom yelled out; "Haaveee fuun, you two! Wait... what is her name?" The last part being whispered to her self with a quizzical tone.

You both put on your shoes, before he led you outside to a motorbike nearby beside their houses fencing.

"Huh...? Is this yours?"

"Yeah, I use it sometimes. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing, just surprising that you have one..." Hes a biker? When the actual heck did he become one? Also on further inspection hes wearing a compression shirt under the slightly zipped jacket... Wow.

He gestures for you to hop, and you do. He suddenly places a helmet on you lifting the shield enough to see your eyes from underneath.

Also grabbing a helmet from the side, wearing it on his head, "Hold on tight, dear"

You heard something be mumbled at the last of his message—but before you could ask he set off which shocked you a little, grabbing onto the back of his jacket tightly, almost hugging him in the process horrified.

-

The scenery you both had to pass by was intriguing, even though it was short moments, it was still breathtaking. The greenery surrounding you flashing by.

It was cold, but in a good way. The air smelt like rain with a small presence of nostalgia.

It feels like you've been here before, but you can't remember. The feeling was probably from a long time ago when you were a child.

Till you reached a rather distant shop, surrounded by plants. Chioriya Boutique, the sign read.

"This place mostly isn't open whenever the bigger version of it is open in the city."

Oh, the name seems oddly familiar now.

"Oh, that place thats went trending for its clothing near the Mall?

"Yeah. It's a smaller version for other people that live near here." He answers, with a hint of sympathy in his voice. Stepping inside the shop as a familiar bell was heard from above.

It was empty—or atleast it felt empty. Sighing in the cold air that came for Air Conditioning felt nostalgic, like those old shops. A voice could be heard from the side, making both your heads turn to find the source.

"Hello, welcome to Chioriya Boutique. How do both of you fare today? The seamstress currently isn't here." She asks, returning to her apparent original spot, behind the receptionists desk with fabrics cluttered around.

"Uhm... Fine?" Speaking with a doubtful tone, you answered her question... That was probably rhetorical.

"We're looking for slightly oversized plain t-shirts in her size. Do you have any?" Scara pointed at your torso with his index finger making you smile awkwardly in confusion.

"Yes, we should have some in the back." The woman held her palm out, showing a door on the side apparently being a different section.

"Come with me." He took your hand once again, maneuvering you over into the room.

Mannequins. It filled the room, various types of plain or designed T-shirts.

You felt the fabric, rubbing them with two fingers. How comfortable, it's fine silk, appropriately stretchy a little too.

Most of it seem to be slightly more expensive than the average types, the fine handiwork makes up for it though.

"Hm, I wonder what the seamstress is like..." You whisper to yourself, placing two fingers under your chin in thought, also earning a confused look from him in the process.

"Shes polite enough. A little bold, can be stern too. If thats what you're asking." He speaks, selecting a beige shirt that seems to perfectly fit you.

"How pretty, her choices of color." You smile, this reminds you of someone, yet you can't tell all that well.

"Hm. You remind me of her a little. Your appearance, that is. But I'd choose you in terms of who would be prettier." Showing a mischevious smile at the last sentence, till you smack him in the head out of embarrassment.

"Ugh, shut up with the corny compliments..."

"Don't you like them?"

You scoff in response, "Mainly, no. And what do you mean by me looking similar? Wait no, scratch that. How did you choose a T-shirt that seems to fit me perfectly?" You raise a brow.

"Lucky pick, it wasn't on purpose..." He pauses, wheels turning in his head. "I DID NOT do whatever weird ass stuff you think I could've possibly did." His eyes narrow, in a sarcastic look of disgust.

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Extra A/N: Sorry about this being probably too short, didn't want to make anyone mad about me taking too long for a part 2 though. Sorry! 😭

[straight-into-the-animus]

I have to ask: what has been the biggest culture shock in Europe?

ok noah fence but i have been keeping a document of things i have encountered in italy (and also when i was traveling to paris, london and ireland) that make no sense to me or really shocked me so if i may. here is everything that i have seen that as an american makes me go wtf (good or bad, most of these are neutral!)

-Caps do not come off of drinks (in italy at least. Everytime i buy a coke or iced tea the cap still hangs on somehow)

-Euro changes in size (honestly kind of helpful for keeping track of bills and folding them, to have 20s bigger than 10s bigger than 5s etc etc. Not a fan of how many coins there are to keep track of tho, like 2 euro coins are annoying. And no quarters suck)

-why tf does britain insist on having different money.

-Doors stay open for shops (like you can just walk in without opening the door)

-Ask for bill at restaraunts (waiters will literally just leave you alone and don't come around every ten minutes. you really have to get their attention to say you want the check)

-Late dinners (i was struggling the first week with eating at 830-9p instead of like 6)

-Fee for sitting vs take out (italy with food thing)

-Lots of one way streets/four way intersection rules (i close my eyes and run)

-Paying for public toilets (this one i cannot get behind. And theyre always so gross and covered in crap and its just a waste of paper to make me have a ticket that i dont need. And also classist)

-no recycling bins in the public, and really hard to find trash bins

-Pharmacies 24 hours but work through windows after a certain point (kind of genius tbh)

-Sex toys and condoms/lube available in vending machines on the sidewalk (like ok italy!! Girlboss. I thought about buying smth from one of them just to say i did but hm. Terrified of judgement)

-Stores close early (7-7:30p) even on weekends (also the idea of a store closing at like 1p and not opening again until later. Like you really only see that in mom and pop shops in america)

-Restaurants don't open until 7 for dinner (but it means you always have a way without a reservation!)

-4 different types of restaraunts (italy thing. And theres classes to the restaraunts as well)

-Break emergency windows instead of opening them (in america, our buses have handles on the emergency windows that you pull down and it'll flop open. Other places in Europe they give you a hammer and yoy have to just break the window and get glass shards everywhere which idk how i feel abt)

-COUGHING AND SNEEZING IN THEIR HAND INSTEAD OF ELBOW (this is everywhere i am constantly disgusted and gagging sorry i'll watch someone just hack for a minute into their hand and not even a fist like their straight up palm and then touch stuff and act like nothing happened and its like why. WHY.)

[dougiejack]

Talk Hockey To Me

(tag game). I was tagged by @ghostgeno and @stereax thanks besties ♥️♥️♥️

Tell me about:

1. The thing that got you hooked on hockey

Complicated? But also dumb? Okay so I come from a sports loving family and they made sports fandom so miserable that I swore off of it forever. But also I'm from New Jersey and I got unreasonably mad when they took the Nets to Brooklyn so I always said "Well if I was gonna like a sport it would be hockey for the Devils because NJ deserves ONE (1) nice thing that New York can't fucking take from us" (I have issues, yes).

AND THEN I read the first book of omgcheckplease when it was new but forgot to keep checking for updates lmao.

AND THEN in 2019 my former boss was like "TEAM BONDING I'm taking all the managers to a hockey game!" and we were like "Sir. It is a Wednesday and you, being our boss, are aware that we work at 6AM, why are you doing this to us?" but my friend was like "come! I love hockey! I'll explain the rules to you!" so I went and she did and I do not remember who we played but I had fun and was like "yeah I could get into this I guess."

AND THEN I forgot about it again lmao.

Then pandemic happened and I needed something to focus on so I was like "hey did that hockey comic ever finish?" and it DID so I re-read it/read it all the way for the first time and got real into THAT fandom, then Sid and Geno kept popping up in fics until I couldn't ignore them anymore AND the AVs were on their stanley cup run so I watched those games and over the summer made this blog and learned how hockey works. Last season was my first season as a dedicated hockey fan.

2. Your first ever fandom friend Uh...Rocky @timbitshockey if they count but we were friends in a couple other fandoms first. If that doesn't count then either @toffoliravioli or @stereax

3. The jersey you would most like to own I usually just buy the jerseys I want. I should not be allowed to have disposable income tbqh

4. YOUR player (you only get ONE so choose wisely) Douglas J Hamilton. He was the first player that caught my eye for reasons other than "no one can stop saying his name for three seconds" (noah fence to sid, geno, and jacky)

5. A pairing that deserves more fic ANY Devils pairing besides NicoJack. Like I get it they're weird around each other, you're not wrong, but also WHOMST did they spend their summers with? Not each other, that's for sure! WHOMST do they live with? Not each other, that's for sure! There are so many options with such great content and I am a rarepair shipper at my very core.

6. Your favourite on-ice moment

I genuinely can't decide between Ryan Strome realizes he has to fight Brady Tkachuk and Mo Seider won't fight Alex DeBrincat. I watch hockey for the comedy, idk what everyone else is here for.

THEN

Val wrote 1371 fic for me and everyone should read it!

AND

I also wrote 1371 fic and you could also read that!

tagging: @hischiersdraisaitl @hewasamoth @timbitshockey @austronauts

[anthonyed]

I'll keep you warm, stevetony (fluff mayhaps?)

Anon, not gonna lie: I did the prompts in order so the one I did before this were angst and hurt/comfort respectively which made me forgot how to write fluff for a sec. Point is: before I wrote the actual (what I hope) fluff (above cut and some below), I wrote something that leans more to hurt/comfort/soft (some weird genre idk) and I’m including that under the cut just because.

Hope at least one of the below satisfies your fluff need, anon :) (from this list: "I'll keep you warm")

-//-

Steve is something else. 

Well, he's many things in the sense that you see or hear him do that and be like, yeah. That sounds like Steve. 

But then, there are other things he'd do and nobody would buy Tony when he says: "Steve did that! I swear, Pepper, I'm not exaggerating."

Like right now, coming into the workshop wrapped neck down in their comforter which -

"What are you doing?" Tony asks, jaw slack, voice high and airy in disbelief, mouth agape and eyes wide behind his safety goggles. 

Lucky for him, he created JARVIS when he was 21 and had a stroke of brilliance in the middle of an ugly grieving so he doesn't have to suffer a third-degree burn from a hot glue gun today. 

Steve though, he plops in front of Tony with his massive comforter wrapped form and burrows into it deeper, letting only baby blue eyes peek out like a damned mole - Jesus Christ - and he whines, "I'm cold."

Tony's mouth snaps close at one. His eyes narrow and he points the glue-gun at Steve. "You," he says, "You, you, you. I know exactly what you're doing."

But Steve is a stubborn, stubborn man. He makes sure he gets what he wants by the sheer force of his will if that's what he's left to give. Or maybe it's Tony who's a weak dumb man when it comes to Steve.

Either way, Steve purses his lips, bats his lashes and tilts his head at an angle. All the while looking at Tony with those baby blue puppy eyes and that's all it takes for Tony to drop the glue gun and groan into his hands. 

This is not fair! "Jarvis, I need this footage to show Pepper tomorrow morning," he says, standing up. 

Steve straightens up, letting his whole head pop out of the blanket burrito he'd wrapped himself in and Tony makes it a point to chuck his goggles with an extra dose of venom while glaring at him. 

"Captain America, they said. Prime man full of virtues, my ass. This!" he points at Steve's exaggerated innocent face. "This is not virtue. This is playing dirty."

"But I'm not Captain America," Steve grins, dropping the facade as he waddles clumsily behind Tony, marching out of the shop; the extra length of the comforter dragging like a tail behind him. "I'm Steve Rogers, making sure my boyfriend comes to bed on time."

Tony waits until they're inside the elevator to stare him up and down and he lets out a defeated sigh, "Still not fair."

Steve smiles, smug and well - he has a very good reason to be, no shit. "All is fair in love and war," he says, chest puffing out in pride.

"No," Tony draws the line. "You say that one more time and I'm going straight back to the shop."

The effect is instant like he'd flicked a switch and Steve goes from a smug bastard to his faux innocent puppy eyes burrowing into his comforter wrap.

"But I am cold." He mumbles into it, blinking up at Tony. "I need you to warm me up."

And the elevator door opens, but Tony has already made up his mind quicker. "Are you now?" He pouts back, cocking his head sideway, playing into whatever his boyfriend's doing.

But the wiggle to his lips betray his mischievous intent spectacularly and Steve's already one foot out of the elevator by the time Tony lunges for him. 

Super soldier and their super speed: "Come here, you!" Tony calls, breaking into a jog and God forbid, he'd lived close to half a century of his life; Steve even worse, but also not. He's 33 if they're counting out the years he'd spent in the ice. Still old enough to not run but he is; bolting into their shared bedroom like the devil himself is at his tail, chuckles like chiming bells following his path. 

And no, Tony thinks, after the first few feet. He refuses to play chase at this age, but not so much to tickling Steve in the bed once he'd caught up. Asking, "You want me to keep you warm? Huh? Is that what you want? I'll keep you warm. Come here, you big blonde cheat." 

All the while Steve's laughing into the pile of comforter he'd shed as soon as he'd accomplished his mission, twitching with every poke and jab to his flanks.

"Uncle!" He gasps. "Uncle, uncle, uncle!"

And Tony lets him go. Breath heaving as he rolls off of Steve, brushing hair out of his eyes. "You asked for this." He tells his panting boyfriend; red in the face, hair mussed, spilling soft all over his face and he looks so precious that Tony has to just cup his face and smack a kiss on his grinning mouth.

"You win," he admits, rolling out of the bed and peeling off his shirt, letting it fall in a lump on the floor as he walks to the bathroom to brush his teeth. 

"This time!" He shouts back just to make it clear, so Steve doesn't get any wild ideas about fooling Tony again in the future.

He thinks he hears a faint "Every single time," but promptly decides to ignore that. 

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“Come here,” Steve says, stretched out in bed looking expectant like everything’s perfect.

Any other time, Tony would have leaped at the chance. He’s never been a guy for picket fences and happy endings but sitting in one of Barton’s kid’s rooms changes perspective. 

If you look out the window, you can see the barn cum garage and Tony’s been there earlier this afternoon, checking on their tractor, speaking with Fury about stuff and he’d came out of there for hours now but there was a thought he had when he was still inside: 

Wood fire is great; Steve could chop the logs and I can work the tractor. We’ll have to discuss who cooks dinner, and there’ll be a kid, a boy running around calling for us, maybe. One day - Maybe.

And that thought’s still swimming in his head. 

The thing is, they’re still raw from battle. Just hours ago, they’d almost had a fight (if not for Mrs Barton) and now, Steve’s here on a single bed pretending like that didn’t happen, calling Tony for a cuddle.

“I’m fine.” He says, turning back to the gauntlet he's fiddling with under a low table lamp, straining his eyes behind his glasses.

It’s late summer but something about the secluded farmhouse in the middle of nowhere makes the wind chiller. And his body responds with a shiver when a draft passes by. He looks up, checks the window and he knows it’s closed tight; he did that a minute ago. 

“Tony,” Steve sighs, sounding closer than before and when he looks up, he’s right; Steve is closer, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed now - Didn’t even hear him move, which is a surprise, so Tony looks at the bed frame, wondering what material it’s made of. 

“Tony,” Steve calls again. Softer.

He looks up. Steve looks weary, but he strains to smile. “Come to bed,” he says. “You need rest.”

And Tony knows he does, but- 

But, he doesn’t deserve to rest. He is the reason why all this happened - is happening - in the first place. He caused this - How can he rest?

He goes back to the gauntlet.

And he forgets just how stubborn Steve is until he feels a hand on his shoulder. Then another lands over his, before he can even turn around, to pry the gauntlet from his fingers. “Come on,” Steve says, pressing the words into his temple.

With one hand, he frees the tiny wrench from Tony’s grip while he holds Tony’s head to his mouth with the other, pressing a kiss and he combs his hair back, leaning away, looking into Tony’s eyes when a shiver wrecks down Tony’s spine.

“It’s kinda cold tonight,” he smiles, soft eyes tempting like whiskey on a lonely evening, “Warm me up?” and Tony has to roll his eyes at that.

“What are you? 12?” he snorts. “Is this how you flirt, because Rogers you better count your lucky stars you landed me for your boyfriend. I let you get away with this. Anyone else, I doubt they will.”

“I got blue eyes and blonde hair,” Steve shrugs and it’s lame; Tony knows what he’s doing, knows it’s working, but it’s not like he’s fighting against Steve’s efforts, anyway.

They’re lame; could be better. But it’s past midnight in some unregistered region on earth and they’re tired from fighting his own creation, tired of arguing; it's a picket fence farm with children and everything feels like fairy dreams here. 

Tony doesn’t do fairy dreams but Steve makes him want to. He makes him think: maybe - one day. 

Maybe that’s why he lets Steve have that satisfaction of pulling him up to his feet and onto the bed.

Maybe that’s why he lets Steve tuck his head under his chin and says, “I’ll keep you warm, super soldier.”

[supersizemeplz]

Fences & BullRiders

CountryBoyErik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Inspired by this mood board by @ghostfacekill-monger. Suggested by @princessstevens and @nickidub718. Idk if it relates to it spot on, but I thought it might. If you don’t think about it. Enjoy lovelies!

Temperatures were somewhat high in the small town, accompanied with the sun's heat. Little to no clouds were in the sky to give shade, yet it was something the townspeople were used to. Taking advantage of the nice weather, Erik decided to get some work done. Finishing a fence for his aunt for her horses.

He'd been up early this particular day, a little while after sunrise. Him taking a little gallon jug of nearly frozen water and a sandwich for his breaks. Before he'd gotten started on his project, you'd FaceTimed him. He smiled at the sight of you with your hair wrapped in silk and his hoodie that you swore he said you could have. You found out what he was doing for the day and insisted your company before he could say anything, bringing you both to now.

"You know you didn't have to come out here with me today, right? Building a fence isn't that exciting, plus it's hot as hell.." He made his way over to you, catching the small towel you tossed to him with ease. You shrugged, swinging your dangling feet as you watched him. He ran the towel over his face before his smooth brown orbs found you again.

"I know.." Grabbing a water bottle from the cooler you'd packed, you offered it to him. "..but I don't mind keeping you company, Stevens. You can be entertaining most of the time, and I brought you a lunch that'll actually be satisfying." Picking up the ham sandwich he'd made and concealed in a ziploc bag, you made a playful look of disgust. He chuckled after his sip of ice-cold water, giving his full lips a quick lick.

"It ain't even that bad, girl. Leave my sandwich alone." He laughed, taking his sandwich to put back in his lunch box. You smiled, resting back on your hands against the truck bed. "But I do appreciate you for looking out for ya man, thickems. Keeping me fed and all. You're too good to me.." He sat the bottle of water at your side, giving off a full charming smile.

You giggled as he stepped closer, coming to stand between your exposed thighs. The blue jean shorts you were wearing held his attention with almost every glance he'd stolen as he'd managed to put up half the fence. "..way too good to me."

He chuckled as those big brown eyes of yours glossed over with amusement. "I am, huh?" You looked to his lips, allowing his fingers to graze your thighs. He hummed in agreement and watched you nibble on your bottom lip. Him mumbling a soft 'my little bull rider' as he gave your thigh a gentle squeeze.

You let out a burst of laughter at the reference. The nickname coming from one of many steamy sessions from you and Erik's unplanned intimate times. Giving him a big smile, your hand went to his defined stomach to push him back. He stepped back a bit, catching your hand to interlock your fingers as he grinned. The bright hue of your acrylics contrasting nicely with your skin tones.

"That's enough, Stevens. Let's keep it PG.." You joked, watching his shoulders bounce lightly from his chuckling. "..we got a fence to finish." Calming from his tickled moment, he sighed happily with a nod. His lips pressed a kiss to the back of your hand before his thumb massaged your skin.

In that thick southern accent, he showcased those dimples of his as he replied. "Yes ma'am. I'll behave."

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