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xoxiu · 2 years ago

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my house of stone, your ivy grows - yoongi x reader

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summary: yoongi carried himself with a sense of pride within himself and his belongings. he worked hard to get to where he was- ethically or not, it made him the man he is today. his latest toy, a young college girl from america, will become his magnum opus. he just needs to work out the kinks.

tags/warnings: mafia au, kidnapping, daddy dom!yoongi, smut, autistic!reader, spanking, stockholm syndrome, little!jimin, vminhope, drug mention, namjin, fluff, domestic discipline

taglist: @allamericanuniverse @llallaaa

a/n: its going to get nsfw from now on

Yoongi and Kiwo spent the morning in bed. Kiwo excitingly showed Yoongi the progress she had made on her Animal Crossing island (she just needed the darn iron to progress further) and they played a nice game of chess on her switch. Yoongi tried to let Kiwo win, but she was just so bad at it that they eventually ended in a draw.

Kiwo didn’t seem to care- she cheerfully exclaimed how Yoongi didn’t beat her and how good her moves were. All Yoongi could do was smile and be incredibly thankful that Kiwo was finally coming out of her shell.

The calm orange rays from the rising sun soon turned into bright yellow ones shining through the window, indicating to Yoongi that they should probably get out of bed. Today was a very important day- Seokjin had planned a huge dinner, inviting all the members and Kiwo. Yoongi was beyond nervous, as Kiwo still seemed to shut down around the other men, and the fact that she hasn't had traditional Korean foods. From what Yoongi could remember, she would often go out to Americanized places around Seoul. He knew she could eat eggs and rice, instant ramen, and dumplings, as that's what they have had for food recently. But Kiwo still shied away from more authentic dishes.

Today, however, Yoongi was prepared. He had told the chef to make small servings of common dishes for lunch to prepare Kiwo for dinner and to see what she likes and dislikes. Yoongi had requested kimchi, bibimbap, bulgogi with lettuce wraps, and japchae. While there was no telling what Jin would make tonight, Yoongi could only hope that Kiwo would develop some safe foods during lunch.

"Baby girl," Yoongi shook Kiwo slightly, who was beginning to fall back asleep. "It's time to get up. We have lunch waiting for us."

Kiwo blushed heavily at the endearing name and hid her face in the pillows. Yoongi couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Rising out of bed, Kiwo looked up at the man with a questioning expression. It just then hit Yoongi that he had spoiled Kiwo too much with meals being delivered to the bedroom that she wasn't used to eating outside of the room. In all honesty, Kiwo rarely left the bedroom or Yoongi's office, only entering the living room to leave the apartment maybe twice.

Catching onto what was going on, Kiwo got out of bed with a small stretch. She looked adorable to Yoongi, with pink and white pajamas with a panda on the shirt. Her hair was messy and most likely tangled, but that was a later issue.

"Why can't we eat in here?" Kiwo asked. Yoongi took her hand and started leading her out of the bedroom.

"Because this meal is special," he simply responded.

The two soon entered the dining room where they were greeted by the requested dishes and the lovely scents from the fresh food. Yoongi sat down, placing Kiwo on his lap. The girl looked at the food with uncertainty- she was rather picky, preferring crackers, rice, and noodles with plain flavors over exotic. She shuffled in Yoongi's lap, wanting to get down and sit by herself. Yoongi did not allow this and only held onto her tighter.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you unless you want something to happen," Yoongi whispered in her ear. The squirming was right on his dick, causing it to twitch ever so slightly. He knew Kiwo wasn't anywhere near ready for that. But if she were to continue, there was no telling what Yoongi would do.

Yoongi grabbed a pair of chopsticks as well as Kiwo's child ones. She didn't know how to properly use the utensils just yet, but the child-friendly mechanic her's got the job done.

"Can you try this for me?" Yoongi asked, grabbing a piece of kimchi and putting it in front of Kiwo's mouth. Kiwo, in response, whipped her head around so her mouth was now hidden by Yoongi's shoulder. He sighed, threatening a spanking, but still received no signs of cooperation. He scooted the chair backward and started to maneuver Kiwo over his lap. Kiwo began to flail heavily, pushing away from Yoongi and kicking her legs against his thighs. Finally, Yoongi had her arms and legs secured but was soon met with a swift headbutt to the chin. This caused him to let go of Kiwo completely, letting her run free and far away from Yoongi.

The immense pain in his jaw made him stop for a moment, allowing Kiwo to run and hide wherever. The anger and rage fizzled out alongside the pain, and in its place, a plan formed. Yoongi calmly picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

It had been a good ten minutes since then, and Kiwo sat on the bed curious as to what Yoongi was doing. She went back and forth between staring out the bedroom door and down the hallway and her Switch. It wasn't until Yoongi was in her line of sight did she stop what she was doing.

Yoongi entered the bedroom silently, paying no mind to Kiwo whatsoever. He walked over to the cage, knocking off all the stuffed animals from on top of it and removing the contents from inside. He left as silently as he entered, carrying the kennel behind him. Kiwo watched him as he left, curious as to what he was doing. Yoongi came back soon after, holding something white and puffy in his hands.

A diaper.

Kiwo stared at him with hesitation. She could only assume what the diaper was for, and she was sure as hell it wasn't for Yoongi. Shuffling further away on the bed, Yoongi grabbed her before she could make another run for it.

He laid her down on her back on the bed. One hand held her down by her torso and the other, while holding the diaper, lifted her legs and hips. The hand on her torso was removed and was used to grab the diaper out of the hand currently in use. Kiwo didn't squirm, more curious than fearful, but did let out a few jerks at the feeling of the texture on her bottom half.

Once the diaper was on, Yoongi picked her up and placed her on his hip, taking her down to the kitchen. In the corner sat the cage, completely barren of its contents. Yoongi placed Kiwo in front of the opened door, kicking her softly to urge her to go inside. After a rather hard kick did Kiwo finally enter the kennel, painful bottom bars digging into her hands and knees. The door was soon closed and locked, and Yoongi left her alone and locked up.

"Yoogie?" Kiwo called after him, and Yoongi tried his hardest not to cave in and turn around. The cutest mispronunciation of his name almost broke him, and Kiwo had no idea what it did to him. The man continued down to his office, leaving Kiwo behind and calling after him.

Hours had passed at this point, and Kiwo had to use the bathroom, badly. Her toes flexed in an attempt to alleviate the focus on her bladder, but the urge to go remained. She continued calling out to Yoongi, her cries turning more and more desperate as she became more and more full. Eventually, the pressure overtook her against her own will, and she felt a steady stream of pee releasing into the diaper. She sobbed heavily at what she had done, and her cries became more erratic as she felt the diaper leaking, leaving her in a puddle of her own urine.

Once it had all ended, Kiwo was stuck in a pile of her urine, with nowhere to go and hide from the puddle. She cried out for Yoongi more, her sobs causing her to choke and dry heave.

"Y-Yoogie, please, I sorry!" Her cries and pleas were generally incoherent at this point, saying anything for Yoongi to come to her rescue. "Baby's sorry! I'll eat!"

It would be another two hours until Yoongi would come.

"Oh, baby. Did you have an accident?" Yoongi cooed, bending down in front of the kennel while remaining a safe distance from the puddle of piss. Kiwo nodded as more tearful hiccups escaped her lips, keeping her head down to avoid Yoongi's gaze.

"Y-Yoogie..."

"Now, now, baby. You know better than to call me that." Yoongi felt a smile come to his lips- Kiwo was right where he wanted her. She was silent sans her sobs and hiccups until a soft and stuttered 'Daddy' was said under her breath. Yoongi opened the cage door, allowing Kiwo to exit.

"Good girl. Now let Daddy get you all cleaned up, okay?"

Kiwo refused to let go of Yoongi. She was a koala as he carried her into the master bathroom, and she made grabby hands when he let go to get her undressed. Now, she refused to get into the bath without Yoongi.

"Such a sweet girl, wanting to take a bath with your daddy." Yoongi cooed as he took off his shirt. He quickly undressed before stepping into the bathtub first. He reached a hand out to Kiwo, who took it and also stepped into the bath. Yoongi pulled Kiwo against his chest as he lay in the bathtub, the two of them relaxing in the warm water.

One thing that wouldn't relax was Yoongi's nether regions, his dick getting hard against Kiwo's back. He let out a soft moan as Kiwo moved, desperately needing something to let his anger and stress from the day dissipate.

"Kiwo, sweetie, let Daddy try something real quick."

Yoongi grabbed Kiwo by the waist and lifted her slightly to allow his dick to rub against her pussy lips. Kiwo let out a surprised moan in response and began rubbing against Yoongi's hard-on.

Maybe Kiwo was ready for this after all.

Yoongi leaned further back and allowed Kiwo to keep rutting herself against Yoongi, basking in her small gasps and moans. He grabbed her hips and helped her move back and forth at a quicker pace until Yoongi had a better idea.

"Kiwo," Yoongi asked, "Have you ever had sex before?"

Kiwo only responded with a shake of the head, keeping her grinding at a pleasurable pace. Yoongi took hold of her hips again and lifted her straight up before placing her directly on his cock. A loud gasp escaped Kiwo's lips as his head poked her entrance, and her moans turned into panicked breaths and worried jerks.

"Shh, it's okay. Do you trust Daddy?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Then just relax, baby."

He eased Kiwo further along his cock, nearly coming just from how warm and tight she was. He rubbed circles on her hips until eventually, she bottomed out on his cock, gasping and panting out of pain and pleasure.

"Go ahead, baby, bounce on Daddy's cock," Yoongi instructed, bouncing her for her until Kiwo eventually got the idea.

Water splashed out of the tub as Kiwo continued to work herself on Yoongi's dick. When Yoongi felt himself getting close, he gripped Kiwo's hips tight and pounded her roughly until he came deep inside her. Kiwo screamed as he got rougher, and moaned as she felt her insides getting filled with warm cum. They were both left a sweaty, panting mess.

"What do you say, baby?"

"Th-thank you, Daddy."

All that, and they still had to go to Seokjin's in less than an hour.

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robinsnest2111 · 1 year ago

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1,2,8,9,

1. What is your current favorite film?

A tie between Renfield (2023), Beetlejuice (1988), and Open Season (2006)

2. What was your favorite film as a child?

A tie between The Road to El Dorado (2000), Emperor's New Groove (2000), Shrek (2001), Monsters, Inc. (2001), The Iron Giant (1999), Anastasia (1997), The Grinch (2000), Asterix Conquers America (1994/5) and Mary Poppins (1964)

8. Has a film ever made you extremely angry?

Yes, actually. Two films, even. I'm not a huge fan of my mainstream German (rom)com productions and I had to watch "Fack ju, Goethe" in secondary school as a last day before summer break "treat" ugh... Also in a similar scenario in college: "The Dictator". Was so so frustrated because I had to watch them ugh. They're just not my style :')

9. What was the last movie you watched? What did you think of it?

Renfield (2023)! AND I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!!!! So funny! And this one made me fall in love with Dracula all over again! And made me love Renfield!!!!! Such a treat for everyone who is already familiar with the 1931 Dracula version with Bela Lugosi and the novel! Love the "modern AU" style this film went with <333 ALSO THE SOUNDTRACK!!!! I was so excited when they played Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) by My Chemical Romance in that one scene <3333 Also the overall design and aesthetic choices!!!! Chef's kiss!!!!

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gaypiratebrainrot · 2 years ago

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Oh my God Famine and Feast. So last year, after watching OFMD and, inexplicably, the Iron Chef America reboot on Netflix, I wanted to write an OFMD AU set in the restaurant world. I spent too much time on research and not enough on writing and it just kinda never happened. In no world could it have been anywhere near the experience of reading Famine and Feast. Partly because of the orgy and all that, but also the food ideas! I’m not sure if you just played madlibs with a restaurant depo order or had multiple productive fever dreams, but everything sounded wild and inexplicable but just reasonable enough that I had to say “well okay” and try and imagine the flavor. All this to say, I had a joy reading the story and your imagination is a strange and wonderful thing

thank you so much for this wonderful message, i'm so glad you enjoyed the fic!!

as far as coming up with the food, i have a long-standing fixation with Top Chef because i've used it for over ten years as an appetite stimulant, which means i've seen every episode like a million times, so a lot of my food knowledge comes from that (and the one time i worked in a kitchen for like six months, years and years ago). i also smoke a lot of weed lol and often will come up with wild dishes that may or may not actually taste good when i have the munchies real bad. i think i came up with stede's food on the fly, but i actually sat down and made a big list of ingredients and mixed and matched to plan ed's meal. really the whole fic ended up just becoming about making up the food for me, that was the most fun part of writing it.

thank you so much again!!

#asks #famine and feast

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space-mermaid-writing · 28 days ago

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The votes are in! Thank you everyone for participating.

To give you full transparency, I'll post the sentences I wrote for the WIPs. You find them under the cut.

Summer Winter Fae → 11 votes

Tony had no idea where he was. Every single breath in his lungs hurt; he pressed his hand to his chest to ease it, but only burned his fingers on the cold iron.

He stumbled forward almost blindly, just putting one step in front of the other. He didn't know how long he had been walking, all sense of time had long ceased to exist. But he mustn’t stop moving, and he couldn't go back. Everything but going back to the monsters who took him away from summer court.

His leg buckled and he fell. The ground was softer than he expected – and colder. He was lying in snow. Oh gods, he had stumbled into winter.

Maybe it had been a mistake to escape his torturers; he wouldn't make it home anyway.

Involuntary Sakaar Gladiators → 1 vote

“I hope you’re a good fighter and will survive the first round.”

“What?…”

I just came here to heal my chest but now I'm courting this mystery omega → 6 votes

“Welcome, Anthony Stark,” the man on the step below the Sorcerer Supreme greeted him. He had short, dark hair, narrow eyes and a stern face. “What are you offering?”

The phrasing had Tony confused, but he was here to plead his case – and that he did. “Actually, I’m here to ask for something. I heard you have the best healers in all reams, and I’m in need of one.”

Bellydancer Stephen → 2 vote

Tony’s eyes were transfixed on the male dancer, following the elegant moves of his body. His water pipe stood forgotten next to him while the coal slowly ran cold.

Master Chefs Junior AU → 1 vote

“Junior Chef America, care to explain the condition of your kitchen station?” Stephen asked with his eyebrow raised disappointingly, looking at the chaos behind the girl.

“Uhm…”

Timestone!Strange → 8 votes

He would die alone and hidden away in a retired bunker somewhere in Siberia. There was nothing around for miles; just a lot of snow and the wind whistling. And a soft frizzling of some sort, which – huh – was new.

Tony noticed a motion and then he knew he had started to hallucinate, when someone leaned above him. It was a blurred figure for as long as Tony’s eyes needed to focus.

Then he saw a man with dark hair – slightly disheveled – and a goatee similar to Tony’s own beard. His outfit was specks of blue and red. Tony stared at the eyes of the man, which were glowing in a bright green.

Modern arranged mateship (Howard's and Eugene's A+ parenting) → 7 votes

The apartment door was opened and Stephen paused unpacking in favor of listening in. There was the noise of a box being put down in the hallway.

Stephen didn’t leave the bedroom to greet his future mate. Instead he resumed putting his socks and underwear into the drawer. It gives him a few more minutes to pretend he was living alone; that he was just moving because this apartment was nicer than his old one.

Until he heard knuckles knocking on the door, and looked up. The omega standing in the doorway was handsome; his shoulders broader than usual for his secondary gender though.

I was tagged by @darkkitty1208

Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

I will write sentences for all fics that get votes, because I can.

You may have noticed the lack of Demon!Stephen in the WIP poll. That is because that fic is finished on paper! Hooray.

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dammit-stark · 4 years ago

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I’m still accepting au requests btw

give me your worst, most random, most obscure aus and I’ll figure out how to write it srsly, give me your favs, and the ones you daydream about, or literally whatever comes to mind okay

#want me to write a rival real estate moguls au? ill do it.#nurses au? ill do it.#Grocery store? 24h diner? national park au? cosmetologists? throw them at me and ill whip something up yall #hollywood au? witches au? tv singing competition au?#chefs? bakers? coffee shop? architects?#doesnt have to be anything i just listed it can be literalky anything from your brain writings dope like that #also if you want me to do a pairing that isnt stevetony i dabble in basically everything #just specify the pairing and ill write you something else #but otherwise itll probably just be stevetony lol #stevetony #drabble #tony stark #steve rogers #au #captain america #iron man

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omegaling · 8 years ago

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Allez Cuisine! ~Chapter Six

Allez Cuisine! Chapter Six: Smoke and Tomatoes

Rating: Mild M

Warnings: Mentioned sexual actives

Chapter Six: Smoke and Tomatoes (read it on AO3 here)

“Team Dameron, you have five minutes to get on set before we start rolling!”

Rey pounded on the door of the men’s bathroom again. “Did you hear that, Finn? We have to get out there, now!”

The lock on the door clacked open and Finn finally emerged, his dark skin ashen and blotchy. “I don’t know if I can even look at food right now, much less cook anything.” he grumbled, his voice raw from spending the better part of the last hour bowed over a toilet bowl.

“You can, and you will,” Rey said firmly as she passed him a few water crackers and a bottle of water so he could cleanse his palate. “Poe’s counting on us. Besides, you’re acting like we’re being shipped off to the beaches of Normandy or something. Time limit aside, we’re not doing anything different today than we do every single night.”

“You say that now,” Finn huffed, popping all three crackers in his mouth and then downing half the bottle in a single go. “This is going to be both the shortest and longest hour of our lives.”

“We’ll be fine, Finn,” Rey said with a tone of finality. “Poe wouldn’t have accepted the challenge if he didn’t think we didn’t have a chance of winning. We’re going to slap Kylo Ren so hard up the side of his arrogant head he’ll be walking backwards for a week.”

That was the biggest difference between them, Rey supposed. Finn had the tendency to picture all the possible outcomes at once, often catastrophizing them and putting those at the forefront of his mind, whereas Rey focused on a single goal and set out to achieve it at any cost. Besides, there was no going back at this point. They were here, ready to defend Leia Organa’s reputation and to show that they weren’t about to let some crusty old man intimidate them, damn this wealth or his connections. That was their goal; everything else was of non-consequence.

Poe wasted no time in getting them prepared after he made the announcement. The day after he told them they were going on the show, he wrote rough draft menus for each of the potential secret theme ingredients they could be given, then the three of them ruthlessly practiced each dish every night over the course of the next week leading up to the day of the competition. Sometimes they stayed at BB8 until three or four in the morning before Poe was satisfied with their final products.

“When we’re out there, timing is everything. Mere seconds can make all the difference in the world,” Poe said during one of their first practice sessions, making Rey make her sofrito base all over again because she waited too long to apply it to the next step of her dish she was in charge of. At times Rey thought he was being just as dramatic as Finn was being now, but she kept her comments to herself and did as she was told.

However…

She would be a fool to think that they didn’t have their work cut out for them. During the little free time she had to spare, Rey had looked up everything she could find online about Kylo Ren to get an idea of what they would be up against.

His restaurant, Vader, was rated one of the top ten in New York City and one of the top fifty in the world for the past seven years. At first, she wasn’t impressed. Compared to BB8’s warm, inviting interior, Ren’s choice of interior decoration was stark and harsh to the point of being unwelcoming, all black and chrome and metal chairs and starched tablecloths. It was all incredibly pretentious, but Rey couldn’t summon the disdain she knew she should have felt toward him. Not after seeing photographs of his food, in any case.

Rey didn’t want to admit it out loud, but Ren definitely deserved every iota of praise his food and culinary style earned him. While his dining area was cold and devoid of emotion, his food was vibrantly, almost violently colorful by comparison. She was also beginning to understand why people kept using a specific set of adjectives to describe it. Sexy, provocative, and erotic were just a few that particularly stood out in her mind, especially when she looked at the foods that inspired such lavish descriptions. Juices seeped from cuts of beautifully marbled, perfectly seared wagyu rib eye steaks, the meat looking ready to melt under the touch of a fork. Edges of freshly shucked oysters curled around plump pillows of glazed foie gras. Ren’s salads reminded her of miniature gardens, and multi-colored pastas swam in thick, rich sauces. Pink, butter-poached fish fillets lay atop beds of jewel-bright vegetables, and almost everything seemed to be garnished with glistening piles of caviar or a snow of shaved white truffles. Ren’s desserts looked like they should be hanging in the National Gallery, not set out on a dining table, the sorbets and glazes on cakes and drizzles as bright as swatches of paint. Rey couldn’t describe it, but there was definitely something tantalizing about his food and the way it was laid out on the plates, almost as if each dish promised more sordid affairs following their consumption.

Then, in what ended up being a major lapse of judgement, Rey searched for images of the man himself.

Kylo Ren looked exactly as he did from when she first saw him two years ago: the same intense gaze, the inky black hair that curled tantalizingly around his ears and at the nape of his neck, the wrong-but-oh-so-right proportions of his facial features. She could still remember the way her heart lurched against her ribs when he turned those eyes on her, the way her body hummed for hours afterwards and could only be soothed by her fingers between her legs. Afterwards she felt awash with shame that a man who was so clearly despised by her friends could invoke such a reaction from her. Fortunately, she became so obsessed with her new line of work that she didn’t have a lot of time to spare thinking about him.

Unfortunately, looking at the pictures of him brought that deeply-buried memory back. What was even worse was that the feelings it brought with them were even worse than before, because now she was envisioning those impossibly large, long-fingered hands wielding a chef’s knife to slice through plump, juicy tomatoes, laying strips of meat into a pan to be seared in melted butter, or fluffing emulsified foam into frothy perfection. Then her treacherous mind started to wander into uncharted waters, leading her to wonder what else those hands were good at. If they could turn food into fine art, then what could they do to someone lay stretched out on a bed beneath him, completely at their mercy…

The fantasies got so bad that Rey snapped the top of her laptop closed and immediately took a shower, trying to convince herself that it had nothing to do with the dampness in her underwear. She was not a religious person, but she prayed all things holy that the feelings Ren invoked her would not interfere with her performance once they were out there. If Poe lost because she was lusting after his rival she’d have to hang herself by her apron strings. That is, if she didn’t outright die of embarassment first.

The floor manager ushered Rey and Finn into the studio and directed them to where they needed to stand and wait for the battle to commence. Kitchen Stadium was like BB8’s kitchen on steroids, and she took that time before the filming started to reorient herself with its layout. Rey’s station was situated next to Poe’s so she could assist him with the savory dishes while Finn focused on desserts in the back. She visually mapped out where all the major kitchen equipments was in relation to where she would be working - the stove tops and ovens, the deep fryer, the location of every pot, pan, tool, and small appliance at their disposal - to alleviate any unnecessary scrambling and wasted time. As soon as the floor manager left her and Finn along Rey slid her rolled tool canvas into a small cubby beneath her cutting board, where it would be both out of the way and easily accessible. She wasn’t planning on using them, but even after dropping out of school two years ago Rey discovered that she wasn’t able to go anywhere without her tools in tow. It felt too much like abandoning a group of old, loyal friends. If nothing else, their presence would help keep her grounded if things started to get too heated.

“Well, well. Finn Trooper. What a surprise.”

Rey and Finn turned simultaneously toward the source of the accented voice. A man and a woman who could only be Ren’s sous chefs were now standing on his side of the stadium. For those first few second Rey’s attention was fully arrested by the woman, whose short, platinum-blonde hair, smokey eyes and towering height made Rey think of the Valkyrie warriors from Norse mythology. The ginger-haired man standing beside her was the least intimidating member of the opposite team, but there was something about him that Rey immediately didn’t like. While Kylo Ren reminded her of an apex predator, there was something about this man that made him seem much more sinister and dangerous, like a viper waiting in the grass for the perfect opportunity the strike.

“Hux,” Finn said in return, his voice as rigid as his posture had gone.

“I wondered what became of you after you abandoned your post at Finalizer. And so soon after Snoke recommended you for a James Beard Foundation nomination? Such ingratitude. We were all certain you’d never set foot in a professional kitchen again, Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised that someone like Dameron took you under his wing.”

Finn took a stomping step in the other man’s direction, but Rey put a hand on his chest to stop him. The motion was not lost on Hux; his ice-cold eyes turned on Rey, cocking one ginger eyebrow in lazy interest. “And you are…?”

“I’m Rey,” she said, holding his glare defiantly.

“And what are your credentials, Rey?” He said her name like he didn’t like the way it felt in his mouth. “Schooling? Previous employers and internships? Awards and recognitions?”

“I’ve been with BB8 for the last two years, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“And before that?”

“I was an engineering major at NYU.”

Hux narrowed his eyes, and Rey felt her hackles rise in response. “What’s your usual station?”

Finn placed a hand on Rey’s arm and hissed something about Hux goading her, but she lifted her chin up and said, “I’m Poe’s prep cook.”

The blonde woman’s eyebrows shot towards her hairline. Hux openly sneered at them. “Is that really the best Dameron could come up with? A disgraced pastry chef and a girl who’s only a step up from a dish washer to help him? What does his think he’s playing at?”

“He probably wants to prove that intimidation can only get you so far when you’re up against real talent,” Rey shot back, taking Finn firmly by the elbow and steering him back to their side.

“Asshole. Who the hell does he think he is?” Rey hissed, pulling a honing steel from a wooden block set and running it across the edge of her knife. She had honed her knife last night before she went to bed, and then again before they left for the studio that morning, but she was in desperate need to give her hands something to do before she rushed back to the other side of the kitchen and wrung that skinny creep’s neck.

“That would be Armitage Hux, owner and executive chef of Finalizer on Carnegie Hill,” Finn explained. “He’s the new hot shit when it comes to molecular gastronomy in the U.S., right up there with Grant Achatz and Homaro Cantu. He’s also the most pretentious bastard you’ll ever meet. He actually requires diners to complete an application before he’ll approve their reservation because he doesn’t want to waste his food on people who won’t fully appreciate it. And yet his wait list is still eighteen months out. I just don’t get it.”

“Jesus. No wonder why you got out of there.”

Finn flinched. “It doesn’t…bother you knowing that I worked for Snoke before Poe picked me up?”

“Not unless you’re really a double agent who’s been biding your time for a chance to sabotage our boss.”

That got a laugh out of him. “Nah. I was young and overeager when I got out of the CIA and agreed to Snoke’s terms before I knew what was getting into. It only took me about a month before I regretted it. Hux is right about one thing; had it not been for Poe, the only restaurants I could hope to work at again were places like Applebee’s and TGI Friday’s, so I kind of owe my continuing career to him. Also the fact he’s my boyfriend makes double-crossing him a little awkward.”

“Just a smidge,” Rey agreed, replacing the honing knife in the block. “And her?”

“That’s Phasma. Don’t ask me if she has any other names. If she does, I’ve never heard it, and I think people are too afraid to ask her outright. To my knowledge she’s only ever been a sous for other chefs, but she runs a kitchen with military precision. There was a rumor flying around a few years ago that broke a supplyer’s arm who tried to cheat her out on a fish delivery. I don’t think anyone’s confirmed it, but I wouldn’t doubt it for a second. I’ve seen her cleave a side of beef with a single chop once, so I’d stay out of her way just as much as Ren and Hux.”

“Duly noted,” Rey said grimly, wondering for the first time what exactly Poe had gotten them all into.

“Quiet on the set!” the floor manager barked. The lights immediately dimmed, throwing everything except the center aisle into darkness. Stage fog billowed across the floor and the camera crew and boom operators moved into position. Bright spotlights swiveled toward the door at the back of the set where Poe would make his entrance. Mark Dacascos - better knows as the infamous Chairman - had already taken his place at the end of the aisle, and Rey caught sight of Alton Brown and Kevin Brauch moving in the dim light at the far ends of Kitchen Stadium. The director called out a few orders, and the filming of the episode began.

It all felt a bit ridiculous, if Rey was going to be perfectly honest. Without the music, editing and other post-production TV magic she felt like she was part of a dress rehearsal for a school play. Poe was cued to make his entrance, and after a brief exchange of clever words, the host and the chef strode to the front of the set where the Altar of the Secret Ingredient awaited them.

As did Kylo Ren.

Rey didn’t even seen him come onto the set, but there he was all the same, his black hair and chef’s jacket creating a void of darkness beside the altar. Then the studio lights were thrown on again, revealing Ren in all his dark, imposing glory. Fuck, he was massive. Cooking skills aside, it was little wonder why other chefs - or anyone else - was so afraid of him.

Poe took his place opposite Ren in front of the show’s trademark Altar of the Secret Ingredient. The whole studio seemed to become instantly saturated with tension, giving Rey the foreboding mental image of sharks being drawn to blood in the water. The two chef exchanged brief glances, but Poe only smirked at Ren’s glower. Ren’s full mouth suddenly seemed much less appealing to Rey, given that it did nothing but sit in a hard, straight line and occasionally sneer at other people.

The Chairman delivered another set of lines, then revealed the secret ingredient with a flourish.

Shit, Rey thought as her stomach dropped. They went with the aphrodisiacs.

Technically, the variation of food they got to work with would make the battle easier since they had more choices of ingredients to work with rather than having to stretch out only one over five courses. The meal that Poe planned for this particular battle was extremely solid and would showcase his style, his skill, and his mastery of techniques. However, no amount of confidence on their part could overshadow the glaring fact that this was still Ren’s specialty; the man made his whole career on creating food that made people moan and pant for more. They were on his home field in more ways than one, and the odds of coming out of this on top were getting smaller all the time. Next to her, Finn looked like he wanted to do nothing more than run back to the bathroom. Rey took his hand and gave it a squeeze. Come hell or high water, they were all in this together.

A smattering of banter was exchanged between Poe and Ren, swift and biting, aimed to agitate the other before the Chairman cut them off. Rey felt a small swell of pride for Poe for not quailing under Ren’s withering gaze; her boss still looked as cool and collected as she’d even known him to be.

Finally, the Chairman looked directly into the camera lenses to deliver his infamous lines: “So now, America. With an open heart, and an empty stomach, I say unto you in the words of my uncle: Allez cuisine!”

They were off like runners at the crack of a starting pistol. Rey sprinted to the altar to take the avocados and chilis Poe handed off to her before going back for more of the secret ingredients. Finn gathered vegetables, dairy, and other basic ingredients from the pantry and refrigerators, turning on stoves and burners as he went.

“Talk to me, Rey. What’s the plan?” Poe called out as he arranged the first of his ingredients at his station.

“Prep the smoker for the tomatoes for the cocktail sauce,” Rey responded even as she loaded the smoking pan with a combination of oak chips and dried seaweed. “Peel and boil the potatoes for the third course. Don’t start on the hollandaise until the final fifteen.”

“Excellent. How about you, Finn?”

“I’m on the flan and the cake. After those are going I’ll start on the ice cream.”

“Beautiful, beautiful!” Poe said jovially. “Alright, guys, let’s do this thing! Give it everything you got!”

Rey lay out some gorgeous gold and red heirloom tomatoes on her cutting board and began to slice away at them as she waited for her wood chips to start smoking. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ren converging with his own sous chefs on his side of the stadium. Ren was moving aggravatingly slow compared to their hustle, he casualness mocking the seriousness in which Poe took the challenge. Good, she thought. The more reasons she had to not be attracted to him, the better.

Hux said one more thing to Ren before breaking away to his station. Rey had a good suspicion of what it was, because an instant later Ren’s head whipped around to look directly at her.

Rey averted her eyes quickly, hoping he didn’t see the way her skin flushed around her neck. So what if she only had two years experience? The rules didn’t stipulate that a sous chef needed so many years working in a professional kitchen to participate in the battle. Poe knew she was good enough, and evidently that was good enough for the producers. Besides, growing up in the foster system had pre-conditioned her to know how to deal with people’s low expectations and judgemental glares. Just because Ren and his sous were hot-shot, world-class chefs wasn’t going to change that.

Better watch out, Kitchen Prince, Rey thought fiercely as she placed her tomatoes over the smouldering wood chips. We’re going to knock that crown right off your head and watch it melt in the flames.

#reylo #reylo fanfiction #reylo chef au #reylo iron chef au #iron chef america au #allez cuisine!#omegaling writes

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dragon-kazansky · 4 years ago

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Made with love | Helmut Zemo

Chef Zemo AU! 👨‍🍳

Gender neutral reader

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Part 6

You are hereby invited to the grand opening of The Iron Grill. Doors will open at 7PM. Tables are reserved for guests.

See you there.

You look at the intricate invitation in Zemo's hand. Glancing up at him, you bite the inside of your cheek in concern. Helmut was disheveled. He was glaring down at the gold lettering on the card.

You reach out brush his hair back into place the best you could. Your touch causes him to look up at you in silence. His big broken eyes are soft, his lips slightly parted.

"He came to see you, it's only fair you go see him," you say softly. You rest your hand on his cheek, thumb brushing along his cheekbone in gentle motions.

"Will you come with me?" He asks, voice quiet and soft. There was a slight pleading look in his eyes.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes."

You nod subtly. He tilts his head into your palm ever so slightly. You smile.

Sam excuses himself from the kitchen. When he's gone, Helmut raises his hand to place over yours, taking it in his and lowering it from his face. He takes a step closer to you.

"I need you."

Your gaze flickers between his eyes as he stands in front of you.

"Alright."

He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it, before slowly turning around to look at the mess he had made.

You let go of him and step over the mess, kneeling down to start clearing up. He kneels down to, but only to take your hand in his once more, stopping you from picking up anything.

"Don't. I'll deal with this."

You shake your head.

"I want to help. Let me help, Helmut."

He looks at you. He's not going to force you out, and he doesn't want you to leave, not really. He nods and let's go of your hand, gathering things from the floor.

He can't resist teasing you a little, however.

"I thought I told you I have only one name in the kitchen."

You glance up at him.

"Right. Chef."

His lips curl up into a grin. He is looking more like the Helmut Zemo you had come to know.

Both of you tidy the kitchen, Zemo teasing you here and there, while you spent a little bit of time becoming acquainted with hi kitchen.

When you were both done, you head out into the front. A few customers had come in. Zemo and Sam nod at one another. The table that Stark had used was now clear.

Zemo looked at you.

"I shall let you get on with your day. See you tonight?"

"Yes. See you tonight. I'll meet you here?"

He nods.

Helmut stands by the door of his beloved restaurant as you leave, waving at you with a smile as you turn to look at him once more.

This man was head over heels for you.

When you return to the hotel, Wanda is there. She smiles at you as you enter. You can tell by the look on her face that she wants to know everything.

You stand beside her bed, of which she was sitting on, and smile at her.

"Go on, ask."

"How was it?"

You sat down on your bed and looked at her. There was a happy smile on your face, one that lit up your entire expression.

"It was fun."

"Tell me more. I want to know all about your future husband," she grins.

"Wanda!"

"Come on, tell me!"

You sigh softly and look at her.

"I had fun. I really did. We made a paella for Stark. Helmut showed me how to do it. Even let me have a go here and there, though I mostly just handed him the ingredients. It was nice spending so much time with him."

"I hear a but coming."

"Well, kind of. I think he really likes me. He really wants me to move out here. He wants to see me every day. He even offered me job."

"That's good though! He likes you."

"Yeah, it's just a huge ask. Also, we're going to dinner tonight."

"Look at you! Your first date! Or does today count as a date?" She looks deep in thought. You roll your eyes.

"It's not a date! Stark invited Helmut to his restaurant tonight. It's the grand opening. Helmut asked me to go with him."

"That sounds like a date to me," she grins at you.

"It's not a date."

"Still, you have to look nice. Not just for your handsome chef, but also for Stark. I looked him up while you were gone. He's a big deal in America, you know. He has several restaurants across the States. Many small businesses have closed up shop because they couldn't compete with his business," she tells you.

"Don't say that. I can't tell Helmut that! The restaurant is his pride and joy," you say, worried.

"I'm just telling you what I know. Go there tonight, see what the deal is. You never know, it might not take off over here. This is his first restaurant outside of the US."

"His first?"

"Yeah," she confirms.

"I wonder why he chose Sokovia of all places. Don't get me wrong, I love it here, but you would think someone like him would pick a more popular country."

"Yes, you would, wouldn't you?" The look she gives you makes you wonder if she's suspicious about all of this.

"I'll see what happens tonight then."

She nods and stands up.

"We have to get you an outfit. Something that will blow him away," she looks you up and down.

"Stark, or Helmut?"

"Helmut, obviously. We need to make him fall in love with you more."

You just shake your head with a laugh. What would you do without Wanda Maximoff in your life? You would never know.

Wanda took you shopping right then and there.

When evening came around, you stood with Wanda in your hotel room. She smiled at the outfit you had chosen. Nothing too fancy, but something stylish that stood out just enough. It should be enough to catch Helmut's attention, and be enough for Stark's restaurant.

"You look amazing!"

"Thank you!"

You felt amazing. You look at yourself in the mirror once more and then let Wanda basically ban you from the hotel room. You weren't allowed back in until after dinner.

You made your way to Zemo's restaurant. He was stood outside the double doors waiting for you. He was dressed smart, neatly ironed shirt, slacks, loafers that looked brand new. A casual, yet smart, blazer hugging him nicely, just tight enough to define the muscles in his arms.

You forced yourself to look at his face before you got carried away.

He looks so taken back when his eyes land on you. His eyes scan you up and down, stunned by how good you looked.

You smiled, rather shyly because of the way he was looking at you, at him and came to a stop in front of him.

"Hi."

"Hello. You look... wonderful."

"Thank you," you could feel your face getting warm. The way this man can make you feel so shy felt bewildering to you. "You look really good too."

Helmut glances down at his outfit.

"I maybe a little under-dressed compared to you, but we certainly make a fine pair. Shall we?" He offers you his arm.

You nod and take it, both of you walking across the plaza.

"Any idea what might happen tonight?" You ask, taking in the quiet atmosphere around you. Most people had gone home by this point.

"No idea, but I won't stand by and let him insult me or my restaurant again," he says, firmly. You can see the rage flash in his eyes.

"Neither will I, Helmut."

He smiles at you. His smile is always the most dashing thing you've ever seen.

You both make the small walk to The Iron Grill with no trouble at all. It's quite busy outside and you can already tell that alone bothers Zemo. You give his arm a little squeeze and he smiles in return. You both make tour way to the door.

"Invitation?" The man at the door asks.

Helmut holds up the card Stark had left behind for him that morning. The man nods and let's you both in.

The entrance to the restaurant is buzzing just as much as outside. People, all dressed up smartly, were scattered about. You didn't really know where to look.

Stephen Strange spots you both and comes over with ease.

"Good of you to make it."

"Well, it would be rude not to come," Zemo said, biting back anything be actually wanted to say.

"Yes."

Strange led you both over to a table. Zemo stopped Strange from pulling out your chair by doing it himself. You smiled softly at Helmut for that. He sat himself down opposite you, ignoring Stephen.

Strange walked off with a sigh.

"I feel so out of place here," you say, looking around the room.

The restaurant was big. At least 2 dozen tables. The kitchen was visible right at the back, you could see chefs cooking away back there. Strange was acting ad host, guiding people to tables. The ceiling was high up, miniature chandeliers hung evenly around, right above every table. It was fancy, but not overly posh. Classy.

A bit much for a grill house, but Stark clearly had the money for it.

Speaking of, he was no where to be seen.

"Don't worry, I do too. Escorpión Morado is a family business. This is high end business. He's here to make a profit, not to make connections and provide people with comfort and love in the form of food."

You nod, agreeing.

These two were so different from each other.

Three loud claps sounded from the other end of the room. You both turned to look. Tont Stark, wearing an expensive suit, was seeking attention.

You could almost feel the way you wanted to glare at him.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome! This is the grand opening of The Iron Grill! I'm glad to see you all could make it. Many of you have flown far and wide to be here tonight."

You look around the room.

These weren't customers, these were business partners. Now you and Zemo felt even more out of place.

"It's with great pride and pleasure I present to you a taste of my menu."

He claps loudly again. Many carts come barreling out of the kitchen, each being pushed by a waiter or waitress. Each of them were dressed to the nines in carefully designed uniforms.

Whereas back at Escorpión Morado, Zemo's staff were dressed more casually, just wearing aprons with an EM stitched into them delicately.

One such cart comes to a stop next to your table. You glance at Zemo, who meets your gaze. The tall waiter pulls the sheet from over the cart and you a presented with a selection of dishes, all three shelves of the cart full with different colours and flavours.

This was... something.

Another waiter came up to the table and poured you each a glass of champagne. Tony was holding up a glass of his own.

"To The Iron Grill!"

Everyone else cheered, but you just slightly raised your glass with Zemo before taking a sip.

"Bon appetite!"

All the waiters simultaneously pick up the same plate from the cart and place it between you both.

You both take a bite each.

"So, we're here to taste test his menu?" You ask, having absolutely no opinion on what you just ate.

"It would appear so."

"We spent all that time making a paella, something from the heart, only to come here and have taste of his insanely large menu?"

Helmut sighs softly as he puts his fork down.

"It will never work. His menu is too big, no feeling is put into the cooking, everything is too basic. He isn't trying."

You reach put and place a hand on his, which is resting on the table.

"He won't last the year. Your restaurant is everything and more, he can't top that."

The way he smiles at you let's you know they he believes your words. He's thankful you came here with him tonight.

This goes on for hours. It's getting on for 10 PM when he thanks everyone for coming. Zemo pulls out your chair for you, taking your hand in his as you stand. You sigh.

You had tasted all the main courses on the menu, and then you got to choose a dessert to try at the end. Both of you chose something different so could try each others deserts.

Honestly, desert was the best thing on the menu, but that was it.

As you neared the door, Tony stopped you both from leaving.

"Will you wait just a bit longer, I want to talk to you."

Zemo reluctantly agreed.

You all waited for the restaurant to clear out before sitting down again. Stephen joined you all, offering more champagne, but neither you nor Zemo touched the flutes.

"Did you like my menu?"

You and Zemo shared a subtle look, both of you nodded, though you considered it very normal and bland compared to what Helmut serves under his roof.

"Good. We think we'll do quite nicely here. I'm going to cut to the chase, I want to buy your restaurant, use it to expand our empire."

Helmut had never stood up so fast. The bang from his fist hitting the table startled you. He was seething. If looks could kill, Stark would have taken his last breath just now. Zemo's eyes were glaring holes into the other man's skull.

Strange had the audacity to slip a cheque across the table. There were far too many zeros on it.

"No."

"Hear me out-" Stark began.

"No. The answer is no."

You stand up, taking Zemo's other hand in yours. He didn't turn his gaze away from Stark, but his hand did wrap around yours.

You glared at Stark.

"How dare you even say such a thing."

Tony didn't look at you, keeping his gaze locked on Helmut. However, he did hold up a finger at you.

"I'm not talking to you."

Helmut was going to say more, but Stark spoke first.

"I'm offering to buy your restaurant here and now before you go bankrupt due to lack of business. If I buy your restaurant, you can keep your job and your staff. However, the whole place will be remodeled in the image of The Iron Grill and I would own the building."

You scoff.

"How dare you!"

"Again, not talking to you," Stark glanced at you this time.

"No! I'm not just going to stand here and let you insult him further. You cannot have Escorpión Morado, it belongs to Helmut. It was his father's business, passed down to him, and you're just going to remodel it? Do you not care about it's history, it's importance? You have the audacity to invite us here and say this? I cannot believe you! You may be a big shot billionaire, but there are things more important than money."

You failed to notice the way Helmut had turned to look at you as you went off on your passionate speech. His eyes had softened, his lips curled up ever so slightly at the corners.

Gosh, he was so in love with you.

You were standing up for him, for all he had left. How did he get so lucky to meet you?

"Fine, but you'll see."

Stark picks up the cheque and pockets it, not once looking away from Zemo who was still looking at you.

You give a tug to Zemo's hand, he smiles as he follows you out, both of you done here.

Helmut didn't look back, unable to look away from you. Once you were back pit on the street, only then did you turn back to Helmut. You couldn't help smiling at the way he was looking at you.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're amazing," he grins.

"Don't be silly."

"I'm not. I mean it. The way you defended me, my restaurant, my heart could burst with joy."

"I only said the truth. He can't have Escorpión Morado, don't give it to him!"

"Over my dead body."

"Don't say that!" You stand in front of him, frowning at him.

Helmut just chuckles softly and let's go of your hands to place his on your face. He holds you gently, just looking at you with a goofy smile.

"Stark will not have my restaurant. Not if I can help it. You'll see, his very own will fail within the year."

"I believe you," you say, softly.

"Stay."

"Helmut..."

"Stay, please."

"I can't."

His dark brown eyes flicker between yours with a pleading gaze. He was so desperate to keep you here beside him, to keep you in his life.

But you had to leave.

He needed to give you a reason to stay. A reason so big that, even when you go home, you'll never forget it.

He kisses you.

He's quick and swift in kissing you. Your mind blanks as all you can feel are his lips on yours, his hands on your face.

You're kissing him back.

You just melt. You give in. You want it.

You can't bring yourself to stop him.

You're utterly in love with him and now he knows it. He can feel it. Just like how you can feel his love for you.

He was a reason to stay.

He pulls away, but does not move his hands. He gives a goofy smile as he looks at you.

"Stay."

All you can do is smile at him.

@namethathasnotbeentaken @belle82devart @cathrin2405 @lieutenantn @wilder-fangirl @latenightartist-author @lucky-luck-lucky @hb8301 @charistory @thatoneartgalsstuff @thesuitkovian @malkaviangirl @zemosimp420 @realremyd @the-chaotic-cow @lostghostgirl94 @zafiro-draco @lazygurl05 @pinkcutiepiee @goddessofmischief03 @whovianayesha @myybebe @awesomesauce-abbie @that-stupid-head-tilt-thing @zemo-is-my-muse @nonamec0s @apparrio @scuttle-buttle @alex-the-nb @my-blood-is-maple-syrup @greeneyedblondie44

#zemo x reader #helmut zemo x reader #baron helmut zemo #helmut zemo #marvel #au #chef zemo au

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gardenerian · 3 years ago

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Mel darling!!! Greetings my love, I love the idea of Ian and or Mickey as chefs??? Like they'd be so good at cooking. Mickey would be a lot more like Gordon Ramsay, obviously, but Ian would be right there with him, killing it with fresh veggies and delicious salads. Celebrity chef couple, flirting on live TV. Mickey with a hells kitchen type show where everyone is fucking terrified of him and Ian comes on for an episode and he thinks it's fucking funny!!! They do a season of worst cooks in America together (Ian's kinda Anne Burrell I think?? Idk my mom is recovering from surgery and we're having a marathon)

Mickey got famous after winning iron chef, Ian and Fiona and Lip went into business together and got popular over social media. Whenever they cook together they don't even have to talk, Mickey's chopping and Ian's sauteing and they don't even blink. I don't know nearly enough about cooking to write this but by God I might j just want them to flirt on tv and kick ass cAN YOU IMAGINE MICKEY ON TOP CHEF OR IRON CHEF OR WHATEVER THE FUCK HE WOULD KICK ASS!!!!!!! MANY HAVE SAID IT BUT ALSO ITS TRUE

(also Mickey has a chain of bakerys as a side business. He has a very chill baking show on social media where he gossips about life and bakes stuff. Laura's bakeries only employ ex cons and donate most of its profits to bail funds and criminal justice law and prison reform. Ian fucking loves his cannoli cream and it isn't even a euphemism)

my KINGDOM for a gallagher family restaurant! please! the absolute shenanigans! also yes god can you imagine a cooking show with those two? please. the BANTER. the snark! the double entendres!

baker mickey. *slams fists on the table* BAKER MICKEY! also. also! does anyone remember that cute fic where ian and debbie run a bakery? mickey comes in looking for a cake for yev's birthday 🥺 basically please give me all the bakery/chef AUs i am INTO IT.

#alicia i love your mind #<- this is officially your tag #i need this like i need air #mel answers #food

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stevetonyweekly · 4 years ago

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SteveTony Weekly - April 4

Happy Easter and RDJ Day and all that. My kids were out of town this week so I read a LOT--some of which was different ships so it’s not included here. Anway, enjoy and remember to leave kudos/comments if you like something!

**Indicates my recent favs

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Iron chef by MemoryDragon (MCU/5K)

Natasha has a broken leg, Tony is in the kitchen cooking, and Steve has a crush he's not sulking about. Chicken soup must be good for the soul, right?

***the meet cute by by iam93percentstardust (MCU/10K)

Steve isn't entirely certain how he keeps ending up paired with Tony but as long as Tony keeps looking at him like this, he's not complaining.

Or 5 times Steve and Tony had to act like they were in a rom com for the mission, 1 time they got it horribly wrong, and 1 time they got it wonderfully, beautifully right.

only human by giraffewrites (CW AU /11K)

When Flash takes things too far - pushes Peter too far by mentioning his fathers and what happened, Peter can't take it anymore.

Or, an au where after civil war, Steve was put in prison, Tony has a hard time facing his feelings, and Peter just wants to see his pops.

drive you home by orphan_account (Kidfic/11k)

Steve has been making extra money as an Uber driver. One night, a very, very sleep deprived dad gets in the back of his car.

peter’s stars by IronPengu, parkrstark (kidfic/175k)

Steve and Peter lose their apartment and are kicked out on the streets. Steve has to juggle between jobs to earn whatever money he can, take care of his son while resfusing to let him realize how much they're trouble in, and keep them warm and safe on the city streets in winter.

So, he really doesn't have time to date the billionaire that flirts with him everyday as he buys his cup of coffee. Even if he did, he can't let himself fall for the man. Because if he knew that he lived from a backpack and showered in a public bathroom there's no way he'd still want him...right?

**buy you a mockingbird by jadedoll (kidfic/29k)

Babyfic! When Tony unexpectedly becomes a parent, his world view drastically changes. And changes. Then it changes again. And then again.

dear to me by sylvalum (Comics/6k)

Tony has made peace with the fact that Steve will never love him back, except then a half-asleep Steve tells him that he loves him, swiftly launching Tony’s third existential crisis this month.

And the Avengers have a baby now, which is shaping up to be the fourth.

full disclosure by memorydragon (Identity porn/8.6k)

Steve Rogers wants to know more about his best friend online, but Iron doesn't believe in full disclosure when it comes to his own weak points.

***tony stark vs the heteronormative agenda by sweatervest (MCU/11k)

Nat leans her hip against the table and folds her arms. “Short of making out in public, I don’t think anyone will make the jump to ‘they’re dating.’”

Steve glances at her and then over at Tony.

Nat follows Steve’s gaze. “You did make out in public.”

“Steve never got his Time’s Square victory kiss,” Tony protests.

Or, five times the general public was determined to believe Steve Rogers and Tony Stark were just close friends, and the time Tony made sure they knew otherwise.

christmas holiday by scifigrl47 (MCU/20K)

It's a Christmas wedding, and a Christmas honeymoon. Even if it's a little more complicated than that.

that which we call a rose by blossomsinthemist (PWP/4K)

“Right,” he said. “Don’t stop. I gotcha.” He leaned forward, his knee pushing Tony’s armor-covered leg out wider, bending his knee against the wall, and his hand came up, leather-covered palm pushing at the back of Tony’s neck, over the metal edge of the neckpiece, against the soft skin just under his hair, and squeezed, holding him down. “I’m going to make you take it, buster,” he murmured, and his voice, his breath, was soft against Tony’s skin, warm against his hair. “I’m going to hold you down, right here, Shellhead, and push into you, and have you. You want that, fella? You like that?”

Written for Day Twenty-Three of Kinktober: Against a Wall.

mayhem dressed in a suit by StarSpangledBucky (PWP/7K)

Tony openly blurts out about his sex life with Steve during a press conference. Steve isn't happy as he watches it live on TV. His anger results in Steve driving to the venue, where he follows Tony into the bathroom and fucks him stupid. Tony doesn't complain, because angry Steve is the kinkiest thing Tony has ever dealt with. And by the next day, Steve gets payback by making Tony cry on camera.

the push you need by KandiSheek (BDSM/7.5k)

Steve keeps seeing finger-shaped bruises on Tony's face. He isn't sure what it says about him that he wants to be the one to put them there.

***more complicated than a smash and grab by iam93percentstardust (Oceans 11 AU/72K)

Steve Rogers wouldn't describe himself as an honest man. A good man? Well, that depends on who you're talking to. But an honest one? Never.

Three years after Steve is framed for a crime he didn't commit, he returns to the international thieves community to find that it's been decimated by the same man who framed him. Furious and thirsting for revenge, he starts putting together a team to help him ruin the man who ruined their lives. But if he's going to run the biggest con in the Western Hemisphere, he's going to need help from his ex-partner. The only problem is, Tony used to be more than just his partner and the last time they spoke had been in an explosive fight just before Steve was arrested.

With the stakes higher than they've ever been before, will Steve convince Tony to forgive him in time to run the perfect con? Or will he shatter Steve's heart and walk away again?

***lord, what fools these mortals be by iam93percentstardust (Actor AU/72K)

Famed director Phil Coulson brings Shakespeare’s beloved play, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, to Broadway. This production though comes with a twist: a brief but passionate love affair between the faerie king, Oberon, and his attendant, Puck. In the roles of the two star-crossed lovers, Coulson casts America’s darling Steve Rogers, fresh off his third Academy Award, and Broadway royalty, Tony Stark. Steve quickly finds himself falling for the quick-witted and sarcastic actor but Tony is dating the stage manager. Unwilling to come between the seemingly happy couple, Steve steps back but all isn’t right behind the scenes and Tony may need him when everything falls apart.

#stevetony weekly #stevetony #stony #stony fic #fic rec #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america #peter parker

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dinosaurtsukki · 5 years ago

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haikyuu!! × masterchef au (team captains vs. setters edition)

can y'all imagine how chaotic a captain vs. setter team challenge is gonna be

so at first the teams are daichi, bokuto, kuroo, ushijima, and oikawa but gordon did the whole switcheroo thing and let them exchange with another team

and everyone voted oikawa out in exchange for iwa

oikawa: 🆗️🆒️

he’s actually real bitter about it

everyone in team captain high-fives iwa

team setter is chaotic af cause u have sugawara and oikawa who are the drama queens with shirabu and akaashi trying to hold everything together

kenma likes to stir the pot (literally and figuratively)

kenma, stirring a pot: hey, shirabu. suga told me to tell you that maybe you should be the one to chop the vegetables. something about you not being able to handle the grill ?

shirabu: what? he thinks i can’t handle my mEAT? I’LL SHOW HIM WHO CAN HANDLE THE M E A T

over in team captain kuroo and daichi have a whole ‘who’s the team leader?’ moment

kuroo: ok, it says leader on your apron so you are the team leader. no questions

daichi: right

kuroo: 😬 r i g h t 😬

daichi: …i hate u

bokuto @ kuroo: you’re the leader in my eyes, bro 🤘🤘😩😩

kuroo: b r o

gordon ramsay, watching the absolute chaos that is the hierarchy of team captain: 👀👀👀👀

the only serious cooking happening in team setter is with akaashi and suga

because kenma has been stirring something in a pot that no one knows about for 30 fucking minutes

akaashi, an angel: ✨ ☆☆~~ ᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉᵗᶦᶜᵃˡˡʸ ˢˡᶦᶜᶦⁿᵍ ᵒⁿᶦᵒⁿˢ~~☆☆ ✨

his sleeves: rolled up

his apron: spotless

most of the cameras are on him because thats some asmr shit right there

suga, the antichrist himself: *sticks entire fucking hand in a pot of boiling water* oh yeah, its boiling. time to add the pasta

gordon: did he just,,, stick his fucking hand,,, in a pot of boiling fucking water???

suga: *accidentally chops the chopping board as well while chopping tofu*

gordon: *surprised pikachu face*

meanwhile oikawa is trying to stir up drama but mainly with shirabu

shirabu: hey, oikawa. can you pass the butter

oikawa: i’m not giving you this butter its a competition

shirabu: WE’RE IN THE SAME TEAM

oikawa, in the interview room: this is AMERICA’S NEXT TOP MODEL not AMERICA’S NEXT TOP BEST FRIEND

interviewer: sir, this is masterchef

everyone in team captain are watching oikawa and are so fucking glad they got iwa

but then think twice when they see how bad iwa is at cooking

everyone in team captain actually can’t cook so they make a variety of egg dishes

iwa puts an entire egg in the microwave and it explodes

gordon: 👁👄👁

iwa exiles himself from the kitchen

daichi: where tf did iwaizumi go?

kuroo: he locked himself in the freezer

daichi, sees iwa in the freezer: 🆗️🆒️

iwa: 👍

ushijima is the only one doing some actual cooking but he’s looking up 'how to fry an egg’ on wikihow

he has michelin star dreams with a skill level of that dude from ratatouille (his name’s linguini right ??? idk)

ushijima: ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍʏ ᴅɪsʜ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʀᴜʀᴀʟ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀʀᴍᴇʀs ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅ

his dish: three pieces of raw broccoli

meanwhile, bokuto

bokuto, crying: ᶦ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵐʸ ᵖᵒᵗᵃᵗᵒᵉˢ

*cuts to shot of bokuto frantically grating potatoes*

daichi: does he,,, know,,, we’re not using potatoes????

kuroo: just let him, this is all he has

bokuto: 🥺

kuroo uses this very rare, once in a lifetime moment to imitate gordon ramsay

kuroo, consoling bokuto while he’s making mashed potatoes: ᵒʰ ᵈᵉᵃʳ, ᵒʰ ᵈᵉᵃʳ. ᵍᵒʳᵍᵉᵒᵘˢ ✨✨✨

daichi: *breathes*

kuroo: ʏᴏᴜ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴᴋᴇʏ 🖕🖕🖕

daichi, not taking any of kuroo’s shit: s U G A

sugawara: *throws the knife he was holding from all the way across the room, hitting the wall right near kuroo’s head*

kuroo: *backs off*

because of this, the producers replaced suga’s knives with those crinkle cut scissors

also gordon ended up hiding in the freezer with iwa

iwa: 🆒️

gordon: 🆒️

meanwhile akaashi has started plating his dish and kenma notices that it looks vERY fAMILIAr

kenma: *gets the anton ego flashback from ratatouille* 😮😮😮

he actually stops stirring the pot and shirabu gasps

shirabu: *gAsP*

kenma: *whispering* did you notice akaashi has been wearing this stupid hat all this time?

shirabu: now that you mention it,,,,

both of them agree that something has to be done but they’re both really fucking scared of rats

so they enlist the help of oikawa

shirabu: hey, akaashi said u looked dumb because u don’t have a cool chef hat

oikawa: B I T C H *pulls off akaashi’s hat*

*insert windows xp sound*

under the hat there is a rat pulling akaashi’s hair

akaashi: ,,,,

oikawa: *faints because he’s fucking terrified of rats*

the other team, watching the entire thing go down: 👁👄👁

the producers have to tell gordon the entire story through the freezer and he eventually leaves

team setter is automatically disqualified and gordon is happy thinking he doesn’t have to taste whatever it is team captain made but boy was he wrong

gordon: *looks at the dish which has ushijima’s three (3) pieces of raw broccoli, bokuto’s mashed potatoes, an egg that daichi boiled, and an artful smear of ketchup courtesy of kuroo*

gordon: do i really have to eat this?

producer: you’re under contract

none of the things on that plate were good

eXCEPT

gordon: *tasting bokuto’s mashed potatoes* ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ, sᴏᴍᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏᴏᴅ~~♡♡♡

considering what he’s seen, it’s enough for team captain to win

ushijima: *stoic clapping sounds*

daichi: *crying and thanking his family*

iwa: *still in the freezer* 🆒️🆒️🆒️🆒️

kuroo: *pops a bottle of champagne that no ones know where he got it* 💃💃🍾🍾🍾

gordon, at camera: they do know they technically win by disqualification right?

bokuto, cheering: WE JUST WON IRON CHEF

camera: *zooms in on masterchef logo behind him*

(edit: check out part 2 feat. second gen captains vs. first years)

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #akaashi keiji #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #sawamura daichi #ushijima wakatoshi #shirabu kenjiro #bokuto koutarou #sugawara koushi #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #gordon ramsay #haikyuu !! masterchef au #with a hint of ratatouille #y'all idek whats happening here #a chaotic mess #haikyuu!! crack

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heyitssmiller · 4 years ago

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Chop It Like It’s Hot

A Worst Cooks in America O’Knutzy AU

The Sweater Weather Discord group helped me come up with this idea like two months ago, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. All credit goes to @lumosinlove for her amazing characters!

Chop It Like It’s Hot Masterlist

Chapter 1: Don’t Go Bacon My Heart

The Day Before the Competition

Interviewer (off camera): Finn O’Hara and Logan Tremblay for their introductions.

Logan: * taps on microphone* Is this mic working?

Finn: How do you still not know how to work a mic? You deal with them all time.

Logan: I signed up to compete in a cooking show, not to deal with your chirps.

Finn: You love ‘em. *winks*

Interviewer: So basically all we want from you guys is a brief introduction for the viewers. I’ll ask some questions, but most of this should be you guys just talking. We can edit things out later, so don’t worry about anything like that. Why don’t you guys start with your names and careers and we’ll go from there.

Finn: Yo, I’m Finn O’Hara, and I’m a terrible cook. *finger guns* Although I guess that’s a given, seeing that I’m on this show.

Logan: *mumbles in French, head in hands*

Finn: This asshole – shit, no – fuck! Sorry, I probably shouldn’t be cussing. This is a family-friendly show.

Logan: Dear God, please stop talking. I’m Logan Tremblay, the unfortunate boyfriend.

*Finn pouts*

Interviewer: And you guys play hockey?

Logan: Yeah, we play in the NHL. Gryffindor Lions.

Finn: That’s how we met, actually. Through hockey. We played together at Harvard, then got drafted to the Lions about a year apart. We’ve known each other for eight years and have been together for three of them. Can’t seem to get rid of this one.

Interviewer: And you’re not worried about being rivals on this show?

Finn: Rivals is a strong word… I mean yes we’ll be competing against each other instead of being teammates, but we know going in that it’s not personal. Just a little healthy competition.

Interviewer: So what made the two of you sign up for this show?

Logan: We didn’t. Our teammate Dumo and his wife Celeste did. They thought it would be funny. *pause* They’re probably right.

Interviewer: Out of the two of you, who is the worst cook?

*Finn and Logan point to each other*

Logan: You can’t be serious.

Finn: You once cooked pasta so much that it turned into literal paste!

Logan: You tried to cook pizza rolls in a toaster.

Finn: That’s what it said in the instructions!

Logan: It said toaster oven, you - *more French*

Finn: English, Tremz. How many times do I have to tell you that? I guess we’ll find out once and for all who the better cook is by the end of the next eight weeks, right? *mouths “it’s me” to the camera*

Logan: Whatever, Fish.

Interviewer: I think we’ve got all we need guys, thanks. Start time for tomorrow is 10:00 am, but plan on being here forty-five minutes to an hour early to get ready. We’ll see you then.

Competition Day

“Are you nervous? I’m nervous.” Finn stated, running a hand through his hair and looking around at the studio they’d be in and out of for the foreseeable future. There were cooking stations everywhere and he could already see tools and machines that he had no clue how to use. There were twelve other contestants that he didn’t know and the crew scattered everywhere, running back and forth trying to get everything ready. “God, how am I sweaty already? Is this normal?”

Logan rolled his eyes but still reached over to grab Finn’s hand, squeezing it lightly. “Relax. It’s not so bad.” Finn smiled down at him, glad that they were at least here together. How in the hell did he get so lucky?

“Besides, you’ll be sent home soon enough. So don’t stress too much.”

Finn laughed. “Wow, I hate you so much right now.” He betrayed his words with a quick kiss. “You’re going down.”

Those green eyes flashed at the challenge, but right as he opened his mouth to respond-

“Good morning, recruits!”

All heads turned towards the voice. Three figures stood towards the front of the room: one they both recognized as the producer, who was flanked by who Finn assumed to be the chefs, seeing that they were wearing chef’s outfits. Chef’s uniforms? Did their uniforms have a technical name? Finn made a mental note to google that later.

Anyways, one was a short woman with dark ringlets tied back in a ponytail and an undiscernible expression on her face. The other was tall, blond, and had legs for days Jesus Christ-

“Welcome to your first day of boot camp! This is chef Dorcas Meadowes and chef Leo Knut; they’ll be your team leaders. We’re going to start with some footage of you all walking into the kitchen, so if you all would wait out there until you’re allowed to come back in. Cameras will be rolling, so be ready! After that, our chefs will explain the first challenge and then you’ll start cooking.” He clapped his hands together. “Alright, let’s get this show started!”

“Why did they make us come in here just to send us back out?” Logan grumbled, following the other shuffling contestants out into the hall.

“Probably easier to give directions to the main studio instead of saying ‘hey, just wait out in the hall.’”

Logan hummed noncommittally. “I guess.” He wasn’t overly excited to be here; most of this (besides the initial push by Dumo and Celeste) was Finn’s idea. And god knows he could never say no to Finn. One look at that pout and brown puppy-dog eyes and he was done for. Logan didn’t like cooking, but he did like Finn. And they’d probably remember this for years to come. It didn’t matter what he was doing, as long as he was with Finn and making memories with him he’d do just about anything.

“Wonder what the first challenge is.” Finn mused, his eyes locked on the doors.

Logan laughed. “Always so impatient.”

“I’m a New Yorker,” Finn grinned, leaning into his accent. “It’s in my blood.”

The doors opened and contestants began filing back into the kitchen. Finn made sure to wave enthusiastically at the chefs with a wide smile. Logan noticed the tall one (god, he’d already forgotten the guy’s name) give a little wave in return as the other chef commanded the attention of everyone else in the room.

“Good morning, recruits, and welcome to boot camp! I’m chef Dorcas Meadowes, and this is chef Leo Knut. He’s the rookie of our crew, but don’t worry – he’s still qualified to teach all of you. Even though that’s not saying much.”

There was a smattering of laughter and chef Leo smiled, revealing dimples Logan could see from where he stood. “Hey, y’all. I’m very excited to see what makes all of you qualified to be put on this show. Who knows? Maybe you’ll give me more gray hair.” Dorcas laughed and ran her fingers through the tuft of gray hair at his temple.

“When did you get this? I don’t remember seeing it when we were in culinary school. Is it from Iron Chef?”

“Nah, this is from having Gordon Ramsay come to my restaurant.”

“Truly a terrifying man.” She shuddered. “Anyways, you guys be nice to this giant ball of sunshine. Even if he’s new, he’s still able to eliminate you from this competition.”

“In order to pick our teams, we need to see what kind of skills you have.” Leo winced. “Or don’t have. So today, we want you to make your favorite dish. Easy enough, right?”

“Oh god,” Finn murmured into Logan’s ear. “What’s my favorite dish? Do I even have one?”

“Finn.”

“You all have an hour to complete this task.” Dorcas said, glancing down at her watch. “And your time starts… now!”

“Fuck.” Finn stated emphatically, dashing off to the pantry.

Fuck was right. God, what was Logan going to make? He was wracking his brain for something while he grabbed two aprons from the back. He tossed one to Finn and took the station beside him before hurrying to the pantry. Chicken was always a safe bet, right? Celeste made a barbeque chicken recipe that was to die for. That couldn’t be too hard. It was just chicken and barbeque sauce. And maybe green beans on the side? He could get those canned ones and they’d taste fine if he rinsed them. This was fine.

He guessed on the temperature for the oven. 350 seemed good. Then he dumped two chicken breasts into a pan, poured the barbeque sauce over them, and put them into the oven.

“What are you making?” Logan startled at the soft voice, turning to see chef Leo at his station.

Blue eyes.

Logan blinked, Leo’s question forgotten. “Quoi?”

“You speak French?”

Why was his brain refusing to work all of a sudden? Get it together, Tremblay. “Uh, yeah.”

“What are you making?” Leo asked for the second time, but now it was in French. Weirdly worded French.

“Barbeque chicken.” Logan responded in French, then switched back to English. “What in the world was that?”

Leo flashed him a grin. “New Orleans, born and raised. We speak French there, too. Now tell me how you’re making that chicken.”

“Uh.” He had never said the word ‘uh’ so much in one sitting. Merde. “I put it in a pan, spread barbeque sauce over it, and I’m cooking it at 350.”

“How do you know when it’s done?”

Was this a trick question? It felt like a trick question. “Uh.” Fuck. “It has to get to a specific internal temperature, right?”

The chef nodded. “And what’s that?”

“145?"

Something in Leo’s expression flickered, but Logan couldn’t figure out what it meant. “Well, good luck. Logan, right?”

“Yeah.”

“See you at the judging table.” He said with a dimpled smile before moving to Finn’s station, which was already a mess. “Oh my. How are you doing over here?”

Finn laughed a bit hysterically. “Not good. Not good at all.”

“Ok. What’s going on?”

“Well I’m trying to make carbo’hara, and –“

“Really, Fish?” Logan called from his station. “That’s what you’re making?”

“What’s carbo’hara?” Leo asked as he watched Finn put bacon in a pan.

“Oh,” Finn waved a hand carelessly. “It’s just carbonara, but a pun on my name, O’Hara. Get it?”

Leo laughed, crossing long arms over his chest. “That’s terrible.”

“Yeah, but it makes me happy. My parents used to make it every night before my brother or I had hockey games.”

“Oh, that’s right. You guys are hockey players.”

“Go Lions!” Finn cheered, taking a spoonful of butter and throwing it into the pan with the bacon.

“Are you putting butter on bacon?” Leo asked with a raised eyebrow.

Finn responded with full confidence, “I didn’t want it to stick to the pan.”

“Ok. Got it. I… I look forward to seeing what you make.” Finn watched as Leo bit his lip and tried his hardest not to laugh.

Cute.

Finn felt his cheeks flush and blamed it on the steam from the pasta.

The last thirty minutes of the task were absolute chaos, but both boys got it done. Finn’s looked messy, which accurately summed up his cooking style. Logan was pretty proud of how his looked; he just hoped it tasted good. He gave Finn a smile and a fist bump. “Ready to be judged?”

Finn laughed, looking down at his plate. He grimaced. “Not really.”

“We’re all bad cooks. Chances are someone else’s dish is worse than yours.”

“That… actually helped. Thanks.”

***

Finn was chosen to be judged before Logan. He brought up his plate with a sheepish smile and placed it on the table in front of the chefs. Dorcas raised an eyebrow while Leo prodded the pasta with his fork.

“It’s carbo’hara.” Finn stated with pride.

“Well, Finn…” Dorcas met his eyes. “This looks like a mess, but let’s see how it tastes.”

Finn cringed as they both took a bite of his food. Dorcas frowned as she chewed and Leo tilted his head, a confused expression on his face.

“I don’t know how you did it, but this solidifies in my mouth like glue.”

“Oh god, please don’t eat any more.”

“You definitely put a lot of effort in and you have a lot of potential,” Leo said with a small smile. “I think you were just a little too ambitious for this first round and it got away from you.”

“That’s fair. Thanks for the input.” Finn grabbed his plate and made his way back to his station. He wasn’t too upset by those reviews – he already knew he was a bad cook. But he had potential, so at least he had that going for him.

Logan grinned at him back at his station. “I can’t believe you served the judges glue pasta.”

“At least I’m not serving them canned green beans.”

“They taste just fine, thank you very much.”

“Lo, they’re professionals. You’re not getting away with something lazy like that.”

He definitely got in trouble for using the canned green beans. Dorcas looked down at them like they were worms. Leo gave him the ‘I’m not mad, I’m disappointed’ look, which was even worse, please don’t look at me like that.

“Canned food is a no-go, huh?”

“Definitely.”

“And this chicken isn’t cooked all the way.” Leo said, showing him the pink meat. “You said earlier that you’d cook it until it reached 145 degrees, but chicken needs to reach 165 at a minimum.”

“I’m sure it tasted fine, though.” Dorcas added. “You can’t really go wrong with pre-made barbeque sauce and chicken.”

Ouch. Logan grabbed his plate. “Right. Thanks.”

Finn was predictably cackling at his station. “Tremz, they couldn’t even eat yours. Celeste is going to be so disappointed in you.”

“Shut up.”

***

As soon as they were back into their hotel room, Finn kicked his shoes off and faceplanted into the couch. “I can’t believe that took so long.”

“Yeah,” Logan sat down and grabbed his take-out. “Who knew cooking all day would make us so hungry?”

Finn made grabby hands at the other food container. Logan laughed and handed it to him. “I haven’t been this hungry since playoffs, fuck.”

They ate in silence and were finished in record-setting time. Finn collected their trash and stood up to throw it away. “So blue team, huh? I’m kind of surprised they put us on the same team.”

“Me too. But Leo seems like a good teacher, so I’m glad we’re on his team.”

“Yeah, he seems so young, too.” Which sounded ridiculous to say; Leo couldn’t be that much younger than them. “If he’s already winning competitions and starring in cooking shows at that age, he must be pretty good.”

“Winner of Iron Chef America, Chopped, Guy’s Grocery Games…” Logan read off his phone with a low whistle. “He graduated culinary school early and opened his own restaurant a year later.”

“Damn.”

“There’s a video of one of his competitions on here.”

“Play it!” Finn said excitedly, flopping back down on the couch and peering over his boyfriend’s shoulder. Logan gave him a strange look. “What? Maybe we’ll learn something useful.”

“I think this is going to be way too complicated for us, but ok.”

So they sat on the couch watching cooking competitions for hours, learning skills and techniques that went way over their heads. Logan wordlessly switched to Leo’s cooking show Cajun Cooking, watching episode after episode of the blue-eyed chef teaching traditional New Orleans recipes.

Little did they know that halfway across the city in his own apartment, Leo Knut was watching Youtube highlights of the Gryffindor Lions, keeping a sharp eye out for number seventeen and number ten.

#lumosinlove #Sweater Weather #Coast To Coast #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #leo knut #o'knutzy #chop it like it's hot

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starkeristheendgame · 4 years ago

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If you are okay with it, I was wondering if you could do a body switch soulmate au. When you first make eye contact with your soulmate you switch bodies. You stay in each other's bodies for 24 hours. I feel like this could cause some shenanigans on both sides. Tony hasn't had to be taught anything in awhile and Peter doesn't know how to run a company.

I was a little apprehensive about this idea at first but honestly? I adore it. I am afraid, however, I took this away from the ‘humor’ pathway and plopped it straight down into ‘light angst’. Please accept my apologies for that - And I’d be happy to write something more lighthearted if this doesn’t hit the spot. Keeping your own emotions and mindset out of what you write is hard sometimes.

Slight AU in that they meet differently to CW.

TW: Light angst | Slight hurt

He was going to lose his fucking mind. He could feel each one of his IQ points disintegrating as he stared at the board (an actual digital board, what fucking year were they in? 2015?) and tapped his pen restlessly on the desk. He hadn’t been to school since he was eighteen. The last time he’d been in a classroom was January, giving a motivational speech to Princeton graduates.

He felt too small and too stifled and if this woman pronounced Epinephrine wrong one more time, he was going to launch his desk at her and snap that stupid board in half.

Because he could do that, now. Displays of sheer power. Because Peter Parker had been bitten by a genetically modified spider and Tony was currently occupying Peter’s body.

Soulmates were so, so overrated.

“Hey, wonder kid. Tap that pen one more time” the girl to his left whispered, and Tony shot her a cool side-eye. MJ quirked a brow at him, equally unimpressed, and nodded to the board. Tony scowled but knew the effect was ruined by the soft, pretty baby-face he currently wore. Curse Peter and his lopsided brows and his huge eyes. Curse soulmates for existing.

MJ was thus far the only one who’d noticed The Switch. It was only sheer coincidence that Peter and Tony both had brown eyes of a similar enough shade that the telling switch of eye colour between soulmates hadn’t given them away. MJ, however, was astoundingly attuned into her best friend, and it had only taken three minutes in her presence for her scowl at him and ask who the fuck was wearing her friend’s meatsuit. Tony had to begrudgingly admit that he could see why her and Peter were good friends. She’d looked unimpressed at his claim until he’d pulled out his (Peter’s) phone to show the frantic texts from that morning, and then she’d huffed, rolled her eyes, and dragged him to first period.

He thought lunch would be a reprieve when it came, but instead he found himself staring with growing dismay at a tray of food that he’d refuse even if he was a prisoner, blanching in disgust when a sloppy excuse for a mac’n’cheese was dumped into one of the slots. “I’m going to die” he complained, ushered along by an unsympathetic MJ. “This is cruel. This is inhumane. Dogs don’t even get fed this”.

“Yeah, well. You’re a billionaire, so. Put up or shut up. I have no sympathy for capitalist elitists”. And, wow, rude. But understandable. He sank down onto one of the bench seats and tried to stop his stomach from rolling at the way the meal wobbled when it was set down. He’d been poking at it for several moments, largely ignored by MJ, when a shadow fell over his table. He looked up and stared with disinterest at the sneering figure above him, before he sighed.

“Which one are you, then? Neb? Flake?”

“Flash” the form above him frowned, and Tony waved a dismissive hand.

“Yeah, whatever. Class killed off half my IQ points and I’m not wasting the rest on you. Off you pop”. He turned back to his pitiful excuse of a meal, prodding the macaroni distrustfully with his fork. The boy besides him gaped, flustered, before turning on his heel and stomping off. When Tony glanced up, the girl was looking appraisingly over her book at him.

“Maybe you should leave your balls behind. Peter could do with them” she noted, before dropping her gaze again.

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“How much money does he actually have?”

“Sir’s total net worth including assets, liabilities and investments are currently estimated at just short of a trillion, Mr. Parker. In terms of ‘real time currently’ Sir has £515,268,385,012 as of the current hour”.

Peter was gonna pass out. He was wearing the body of a man with five-hundred billion in the bank. He’d known Tony Stark was rich, obscenely and un-necessarily so, but that was a whole other level. Vaguely unsteady, he sank down on the plush couch, feeling a little green. It had already been a few hours since waking, but he had yet to get used to the fact that he was, for all intents and purposes, Tony Stark.

“Does that bother you?” The artificial voice asked after a moment, sounding impossibly curious. Peter hadn’t thought AI of this level possible, but here he was, talking to a voice that was more realistic than some of the living people he knew.

“Its...A shock, I guess. I mean, it does bother me, I suppose. Nobody needs that much money. That much cold cash alone could eradicate homelessness in America. But...I don’t know. Its his money, he earns it. He saves the world and stuff. I don’t know how you could put a value on some of the things he’s done”.

The AI was quiet for a moment, pensive. “Sir’s ‘profession’ is high cost also, Mr. Parker. The worth of the Mark IVII alone is £6,000,500,000”. Peter thought about it for a moment, then gave in, humming softly. He supposed in that sense, having that much money kind of didn’t matter, then, when a huge chunk of it was consumed by saving the world. He’d seen how often that suit got dinged up, and had no doubt repairs and replacing parts was costly.

“Am I allowed to get something to eat?” He asked after a moment, stomach rumbling a little. He’d spent so much time this morning freaking out and being consoled by JARVIS that he’d missed breakfast and lunch had slipped him by.

“Of course, Mr. Parker. Several components of the kitchen are automated, but I am capable of guiding through any recipes or devices you are unfamiliar with”.

JARVIS had apparently activated something called ‘Romeo and Juliet Protocol’ when it had been revealed that Tony had been Switched, and a large majority of the Tower was closed off and protected. Peter couldn’t leave the penthouse and JARVIS had strict control of everything, even down to the doors. Peter was happy enough to just sit there and wait it out, though. As amazing as being here was, snooping was rude, especially when what he could find could potentially compromise the entire world.

He chose to make a simple, small sandwich which involved nothing more than a single knife and plate, marvelling at the giant fridge and the ridiculous amount of food within. Apparently Mr. Stark had a chef that stopped by once every other day with prepared meals, and was on-call for whenever he required a fresh meal without having to cook it. The produce was organic and far different to the sad, wilting lettuce that could be found at the local Cheap Fresh.

Technically, if it was plausible, when you Switched you were supposed to follow a specific protocol set up by the Government, but Mr. Stark had ultimately lost his entire mind at discovering his soulmate was fourteen and had immediately demanded Peter stay locked up like Rapunzel while he pretended to be him for the day to throw off suspicion. Peter couldn’t deny that had hurt a little, but he understood it. Soulmates or not it would be the scandal of the century - Tony would be called all sorts of things at best and investigated at worst, and the nature of their age difference meant a lifetime of interference and monitoring by the Government and protective services. He knew it was easier to pretend it hadn’t happened, to hide it from the world. Tony had suggested a private agreement, a ridiculous sum of money in exchange for Peter’s silence.

He realised he’d been staring morosely at his plate when JARVIS prompted him softly, and he sighed, taking a bite. There was no physical remote for the TV but JARVIS helped him to access a cache of movies and he settled on Inception, his weakness for Tom Hardy and Leonardo DiCaprio soothing the ache of his new reality.

“Am I allowed to ask what running a business is like?” He asked after a while, head balanced on his palm.

“In what regard, Mr. Parker?”

“Well, I don’t know. I mean, I’m fifteen. I don’t know how to run a company, let alone run a company and be a superhero. What kinda stuff does he do? Does he attend meetings? Does he fly around the world on company retreats like in the movies?”

JARVIS sounded lightly amused when he replied. “Sir has delegated much of the daily company operation amongst several trusted employees, but he is still the namesake, owner and CEO of Stark Industries. He does attend frequent meetings, but most of Sir’s ‘flying around the world’ is done for leisure or Iron Man related activity”.

“Sir spends most of his time in the lab, conducting important work for both his priorities. Sir also does a respectable amount of charity work, investment work and supportive work. I believe his latest venture is funding the entirety of MIT’s PhD graduate projects”.

Wow. That was...That would be a lot of money. And being supported by someone like Tony Stark was bound to be something to boast about, something that would fluff up your resume a little.

“Does he enjoy it?” Peter asked after a moment, fingertips raising absently to the arc reactor in his chest. It ached constantly, a low-level background pain that never quite faded out of touch, the odd sensation of a gaping maw in his chest something that had made him heave earlier that morning. Mr. Stark was tired, burnt out, but still going. It made Peter want to spend his twenty-four hours just sleeping, to try and soothe the man’s headache.

“Sir finds great gratification in his duties” JARVIS replied quietly, though he did not specify which. Peter gave a hum and succumbed to the desire to nap, curled up on the corner of the couch with Inception fading quietly into the background.

He ate again when he woke up, and blinked when he saw the time. Mr. Stark’s phone had been heavily locked down, but he could still access the message channel between this number and his own. The messages there were disheartening.

Told your hot Aunt I’m staying at that Nate kids house tonight. I’ll be coming to the Tower, but you won’t see me. I’ll stay on the level below.

Sorry, kid. Seeing someone else wearing me like a Givenchy suit is just too head-spinning.

JARVIS will keep you safe up there. We switch back at midnight, so try and get some sleep. You’ll wake up as yourself and I’ll get the plan in motion.

“JARVIS, when was the last time Mr. Stark cried?” He asked timidly, and the AI was silent for a moment.

“Four years ago, Mr. Parker”.

“Oh,” he breathed out, vision blurring. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid I’m about to ruin that” and he let the teardrops fall.

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thorne93 · 4 years ago

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The Stars Made Us (Part 10)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 2624

Warnings: angst and language throughout

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @dontshootmespence, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong and @arrow-guy and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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A little over a week after your romantic evening, things seemed to be moving in the right direction. You felt less like a live in nurse, nanny, maid, and chef. You actually felt like his soulmate now. You weren’t sure if it was the unplanned vocalization of feelings, or the romantic dinner itself, or what it was, but things shifted.

Mornings weren’t comprised of insisting him to take the new serum over the old, throwing open his drapes, setting to cleaning the house -- he was doing that on his own now. He went to you or Hank when he got up. You still made him breakfast, as well as Hank because everyone needed fuel to start their day; but ultimately he was back to being independent.

And so were you. You were starting to give it considerable thought to go back home, at least for a while and sort things out. Only thing was did Charles even want you to stay? Did you want to stay? You had a life, a career, and a family back home. Could you give all that up just for him?

It was the middle of summer, your favorite time of the year. Of course, you loved Christmas, and the heat could be overbearing sometimes, but at the end of the day, you preferred a hot summer day. Something about the grilling out, the parties, the fact that good times never seemed to end, it made you smile.

Now, tonight was July 4th, your second favorite holiday. Ironic, since your soulmate would be British, and you’re American. But here you were, at 7:00 nestled on the lawn of the mansion in the back about to watch for fireworks that would explode over the horizon. You’d heard about the park nearby hosting an event.

Thoughts of Charles bean swirling in your mind. You remembered asking him to join you tonight…

“There’s a fireworks display on July 4th,” you mentioned casually as you got his lunch ready for the next day.

“And you’d like me to go,” he commented with a cheeky grin. “That’s a bit bold of an American to ask a British man, no?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I suppose, but can you blame me? Oh come on, it’ll be fun,” you encouraged with a wider grin. “I’d really love for you to be there. It’s my fa--”

“Favorite holiday aside from Christmas, yes, I remember,” he noted with fondness. The little reminder that you two shared a lengthy history warmed your heart.

So he did remember things about you… you mused to yourself.

“Just like I remember it making me laugh,” he continued. “Actually,” he sighed, “I can’t.” He walked over to the island, staring across from you, his ocean blues somehow more blue and clear than normal. “I wish I could, truly. But I’ve got grades to report and I have a deadline for my research proposal.” He gave you a sad smile. “I’m sorry, love,” he said, grabbing your hand and kissing it softly before stroking it with his thumb. “You should go without me though. I’m sure you’d enjoy it.”

You thought for a moment. “Yeah, I think I will. Maybe Hank could join me, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course not. You two should have fun. He never gets out,” he remarked with a grin.

However, Hank let you down. The following day, he said he couldn’t go. That he had a date of all things. Not that Hank couldn’t get a date. He was quite the catch. But he’d been almost a prisoner of this house. You had no idea he was even interested in anyone new since Raven. Apparently though, he met this girl at the place where he ordered his lab equipment and they hit it off. She asked him to a firework show about forty five minutes away from the mansion.

So it was just you tonight. Which was fine. Of course you missed Charles, but you could enjoy this just as much without him.

The first firework came soaring over the treeline of the horizon and you marveled at it, smiling like a giddy child. The colors were fantastic. You partially wished you’d gone out to get some of your own to set off, but without anyone to share it with, it wouldn't have been as nice.

Five more fireworks exploded and you clapped, knowing full well no one could hear or see you.

“Enjoyed that one, did you?” Charles suddenly said from behind you.

You spun to face him. He stood above you on the side of the lawn that sloped down. He smiled happily down at you before walking down to meet you.

“I brought us some things,” he informed you, raising the basket to make his point.

“I thought you had to work?” you asked, shocked.

“Were you rather I not be here?” he questioned, a bit of a laugh in his voice. That merriment was something you very much missed since he’d disappeared. He was always joking, positive, and bursting with great energy before a year ago. Then you got here and up until he started working, he barely smiled.

“No, of course not, I’m just worried about your work.”

“Oh, it’ll be fine. I got the grades in and the proposal isn’t due for another few days. I may have to work here late a few nights, if that’s alright.”

“Of course,” you agreed. “Anything you need. I’ll be happy so long as you’re here.”

“Good. Well I brought us this blanket,” he informed before unrolling it and fanning it out. When it was settled on the grass, you sat on it and he joined you, kneeling. “I’ve got finger sandwiches, chips, grapes, cheese plate, and wine.”

“Wow, a whole spread. I thought you didn’t cook?” you teased.

“I don’t. I put things on plates, wrapped them, and brought them out. I didn’t need a PhD to teach me that. Give me some credit,” he said with mock hurt.

“Ah, you’re right,” you said, raising your hands in defense.

“What would you like first?”

“Mmm, some wine and the cheese plate,” you said.

“Your wish is my command.”

He got out the plate, a little knife, some crackers, and poured wine in two plastic cups.

“Here’s to America’s independence,” you said, raising your cup.

He peered at you with a bemused expression. “To America’s independence,” he agreed with a coy grin before touching his cup to yours.

“So when did you think of all this?” you asked as the two of you watched the fireworks.

“Actually the night you brought it up. I already knew I wanted to do this for you, I just knew I had work to do.”

“I see.”

“But then as I sat at my desk, I realized I’d much rather be here with you and I could make it happen.”

“I’m glad you thought of me,” you noted.

“I’m always thinking about you,” he said casually and quickly.

You smiled to yourself.

The two of you slipped into a nice quietness, enjoying the show as you leaned back on your elbows. Your head rested on his shoulder every once in a while. Every now and then, one of you pointed out one you really liked. You seemed to like the sparkly ones and he loved the red ones, the ones that had the biggest spread. Every so often, you picked at the food he brought and sipped on the wine.

Slowly, the fireworks died out around eleven o’clock and you sighed. “Well, I guess that was it. I wish--”

“That we had our own?” he finished as he pulled out some sparklers from the basket. “Way ahead of you.”

“Either you thought of everything, or you read my mind,” you accused, partially joking.

He handed you a sparkler before grabbing the lighter and lighting them. Once they sparked and began sizzling and glowing, he said, “I didn’t read your mind. I just know you love to have your own fireworks.”

You frowned for a moment, thinking, gazing down at the sparkler before making mindless shapes in the air. “Do you ever? Read my mind that is,” you asked.

“No,” he softly stated.

“But how--”

“The loudest and the most painful can get in when I’m not paying attention, but I take great effort to give people their privacy,” he informed.

“That’s nice of you,” you mused.

“Speaking of… privacy,” he started when the sparkler fizzled out and it was just you two in the darkness under the glow of the moon.

Dread began to wrap around you. What could this be about?

“I wanted to talk to you about… well about staying,” he began, seeming nervous. “Just--Just hear me out. I know you have a life back home, I know, but I was just wondering if maybe… you’d want to stay here, with me.”

“Charles… I,” you started, having no real idea where you were going with the statement.

“You don’t have to decide now. I know you have a lot to do. A home to sell, a business to move, family to part with. I just… I want you to think on it.” He gently picked up your hands and held them closer to him. “I love you, Y/N, and I’ve missed you. I’m very happy when you’re here.”

This was the first time he’d said it. He loved you. You suspected it, you wanted it, it seemed highly intuitive. But up until a second ago, he’d never uttered the words in any form or fashion. And now you were on top of the world, feeling as if your insides were warmly melting and softening at his words, his voice, his face...

“I’m happy too, Charles.”

Even in the darkness you could see him smile and before you realized it, the air turned heavier. Ever so slowly, you two inched towards each other. You slowly shifted to your knees as he began to raise up to match you. You two were now on your knees, facing each other, only a few inches apart. Was that his heart or your heart racing? All you could hear was an erratic thumping.

As if gravity pulled you to him, you two closed the gap at the same time, your lips finally touching for the first time. It felt like Heaven inside you. Every fear, worry, regret, wish, dream - vanished. You were nothing but whole inside. A feeling of warmth wrapped all the way around you as you reached out with one hand to entwine your fingers in his hair, and the other to touch his hand. Your fingers laced with his as he used his other arm to pull you closer to him.

His lips tasted sweeter than you’d ever imagined. Heat went from his body to yours, to back again. The two of you couldn’t get enough of each other. You gently put pressure on his lips and he pushed back, his mouth working on yours expertly.

Although you didn’t want to, you two broke away for much needed air.

“I uh, don’t think that was the answer you were looking for,” you said with a chuckle.

He leaned forward, his lips a hair away from yours, both hands in your hair when he replied, “No, but I love the response.”

You hummed a laugh as he eased you down onto the blanket.

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“I don’t know what to do,” you admitted to Hank the next day while Charles was at work. You were helping him with his wing design for his job.

“Well, what do you want to do?” he asked point blank.

“I want to stay,” you said as if it was obvious. “I mean, I know he can’t give up this home to come back with me. My house wouldn’t fit him, I just… I don’t want to give up my patients and my practice.”

“Well, you might have to.”

“I just don’t want to abandon them, you know? A lot of my patients feel like they don’t have anyone so if they feel like I’m just giving up on them--”

“What if you scheduled remote sessions? You know, did video chats? They could do it from the comfort of their homes and you could still help them.”

You cocked your head side to side. “That’s actually not a bad idea.”

“Yeah I’m chock full of them,” he said with a smile as he glanced up at you from underneath the model wing.

“I may do that. But what about the rest? My house, my family…”

“I can’t say anything about your family, I don’t know them. But they know you’re up here, they know you have a mate. Your house -- all you have to do is sell it and have your stuff moved up here.”

“You use logic so well, it’s so hard to argue,” you said with fake anger.

“I know. I’m so hard to get along with,” he agreed, rolling his eyes.

“Totally irritating.” You smiled at him before slightly hitting his shoulder. “Well, I better get to my plans then, huh?”

You made your way out of the lab and began your arrangements home, packing your bags, calling your office, and selecting a flight. When Charles got home that evening, you were ready to tell him your decision. In a way, you were excited. A new life, finally with the man you’d dreamed of for years.

With everything packed, you awaited Charles arrival.

He came in the door, dropped his things off in the entryway. He met you in the kitchen, where you always were at this time, finishing dinner for everyone.

“How was your day?” he greeted as soon as he got in, kissing you swiftly but passionately before grabbing a drink for himself.

“It’s good. I made a decision,” you told him, ready to rip the bandaid.

“Oh?” he asked, worry in his tone as he took a sip of his drink.

“Yeah, I’m gonna close up shop back home and come live here,” you informed, trying to keep the smile off your face and failing.

He all but dropped his drink onto the counter before sweeping you into an embrace. He twirled you twice in a circle before setting you back on your feet. “That’s fantastic news! Oh, I know you’re going to love it here, darling.”

“I know I will,” you assured once he let you go slightly and stepped back.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, his brows knitting close together. You could get absolutely lost in those eyes of his.

“Yes,” you promised. “I’ll miss my family but they know my place is here, beside you.”

“Right, and we can always visit and they’re always welcome here. Actually… how would you feel about me meeting them?” he asked. “When were you planning on going?”

“Well at the end of the week,” you stated. “I have to go tell my landlord I’m leaving my office, pack all my things from home. It’ll probably take a whole week.”

“Perfect. I’ve got three weeks before my next semester starts,” he said. “I could go with you and they could meet me. I have a feeling they might want to know who you’ll be living with.”

“They probably want to know who I’ve been talking to all these years, more like,” you said with a laugh.

“So I am coming with you, yes?” he affirmed, his hands on your shoulders as he peered into your eyes, checking if it was alright with you.

“Of course. I’d love that.” You quickly leaned forward and pecked his lips.

“I’m looking forward to this,” he said before he rolled up his sleeves, ready to help you with dinner.

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Cap-Ironman Rec Week - What-If Wednesday

It’s time to rec some Steve/Tony AUs for @cap-ironman‘s What If Wednesday! If you loved these stories half as much as I did, please shower the authors with kudos and comments <3

Underground by Margo_Kim:

Five years ago, Thor's Chitauri army decimated the Earth. Now what's left of humanity lives in bases under the Earth's surface, safe from the toxic atmosphere. Tony likes to think that humanity's adapted pretty well. After all, they have movie nights and dances; they're doing better than could be expected. But when he learns that the little world of safety and stability they've carved out is about to be slowly but surely destroyed, the New York Underground is left with only two options--fight or flight. Tony knows which one he wants. If only Steve weren't on the exact opposite side. Meanwhile, Natasha wants whatever option will save Clint, Pepper wants whatever option will save the base, Maria Hill wants whatever option will save everybody, and nobody's exactly sure who Loki's trying to save, but everyone's hoping it's more than just himself.

~ Apocalypse!AU. This fic reads like a movie, with all of the dramatic tension, an excellent ensemble cast, beautiful Steve/Tony moments and a breathtaking climax that’s everything you could ever want from a story like this. (With bonus phenomenal Loki moments, if that’s your kind of thing ;) )

ceaselessly into the past by shepherd:

Edge of Tomorrow/Live.Die.Repeat AU, following the movie. After earth is invaded by the Chitauri, Tony Stark is forcefully drafted into the military for a suicide mission. It ends up with him being inexplicably caught in a time loop that always seems to end with him dying horrifically. And, of course, the day was a Thursday- he had never gotten the hang of Thursdays.

~ Movie AUs/fusions are the Best Thing, especially if they’re half as well written as this one! I hadn’t watched the movie before reading the fic, and goddamn if it didn’t stun me with it’s excellent character-driven writing. Even after watching the movie, I can attest that none of it feels forced, but like Steve and Tony were meant to live, die and fall in love in this manner <3

Pulse and Beat series by sineala:

Cassino, Italy, December 1943. Special Agent Tony Stark, former Marvels adventurer, is sent to investigate a Cosmic Cube found by the Invaders -- and it's the perfect opportunity for him to rekindle his secret romance with Steve Rogers. But when Hydra attempts to steal the Cube, an inadvertent wish for help leads to the appearance of a Tony from the future of another world: Director Stark of SHIELD. This Tony is a man with a lot on his mind. He refuses to tell them anything about the future, but he seems to know much more than he should about Captain America. And something's happened that's clearly killing him inside, but he's not talking. When Director Stark's failed attempt to return home leads to the unexpected appearance of another visitor from his universe, all the lies come undone. Now there are two wars to fight, and the second one could ruin all of them.

~ If you’re thinking that no one needs to be told to read Sineala’s fics - well let me just say that this is one of my absolute favourite of their works and it hasn’t gotten nearly as much acclaim as it deserves! A fantastic canon-divergence Noir/616 crossover AU for the ages, with a sprinkling of 616 Civil War fix-it to really get you going.

strays by theappleppielifestyle:

Tony will take whatever he can get from Steve, which is pathetic, because he’s not even really friends with him.

Or, the highschool!AU where Pepper is Tony's much-needed therapist, Darcy is his parter in crime, Bruce needs to go through puberty, Clint shows up to school with bruises and Steve just wants everyone to get through this intact.

~ Highschool AUs are my secret Kryptonite - there’s just something about the emotional vulnerability of characters that age that get me sniffling. Again, no one needs to be told to read theappleppielifestyle‘s fics, but this is another one of those soft, sweet, poignant reads that deserves all of the attention in the world.

The Idiot Box by Margo_Kim:

Stephanie Rogers isn't happy to be in the 21st century, but she's even less thrilled to be on a team with Antonia Stark who seems as spoiled and self-centered as people come. She and Tony do their best to ignore each other, until their mutual insomnia causes them to bond over the new American pastime: late night television watching.

~ this author’s AU’s are just *chef’s kiss*. Featuring cis!female Steph and Tony, with some touching dynamics and laugh-out-loud moments, this is an MCU fic written pre-Avengers, which is a bit of a lovely rarity all by itself.

I’ve got you under my skin by sirona:

Five times Beijing 2008 Olympics Gold Medalist Tony Stark thinks it's going to be no more difficult a job to get ready for London 2012, than what he has just achieved. That is, of course, before Coach Fury comes to visit, and offers him a once-in-a-lifetime chance to be a part of something much bigger than himself. Swimming AU.

~ No AU reclist is complete without a Sports!AU :D The characters here read as authentic to their canon selves, even as they’re participating in competitive sports rather than beating up bad guys - Tony’s arc in particular is really heartwarming <3

Look here, look back, look ahead by marinarusalka:

September, 1941: Returning from a mission as Iron Man, Tony Stark crash-lands in the Carpathian Mountains and is rescued by Captain America. The two heroes team up to investigate Nazi activity at a mysterious castle. But Captain America is keeping secrets that could destroy their new partnership before it has a chance to begin.

~ Some lovely, lovely IM Noir canon divergence AU <3 It also comes bundled with identity porn, and Noir verse is just such a delightful verse to soak in that you all should really go read this at once.

And finally a self-rec or two-

Even Though We Know Love’s Landscape:

But at the core, he’s the same brand of poor little rich guy that dot the shadowed corners of every charity gala, every award function. Sure, maybe it comes in a ‘genius billionaire playboy philanthropist’ package… but his mettle is common iron. A drop of sea water, a dash of air, and he’d rust right through.

She, on the other hand, is made of better stuff.

In which Tony compares people to weird things, Steph recites poetry and two dorks fall in love.

~ AU with cis!female Steve, with all the team living in the Tower and a bunch of feels, fluff and poetry thrown in for good measure :D

Swing City:

“Of all the places you could go to on holiday, you had to pick the one where everything can possibly kill you.”

“I’m here on exchange, actually.” Steve returned primly. "And I’m pretty sure nothing can kill me in a gallery.”

“That’s the tragic bit. You’re in a gallery.” Sam’s tone was impressively flat, even for him. “You’re in Australia. Go hiking in the bush with the poisonous snakes. Surfing with the murderous jellyfish.”

Spoiler alert: Tony's in Australia too. And he's a swing dancer.

~ Is this a kind-of college!AU+Dancer!AU set in Australia, with Steve still as Cap? Yes, yes it is. I had a rollicking good time writing it, plus all of Steve’s Man Out of Time feels, so you’ll get no apologies from this quarter :D

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