I’m sick and cranky so I wrote something to cheer myself up. It turned into this half crack-y, half cute ficlet. Since it was so amusing to write, I hope it’ll make someone else’s day better too. Enjoy (and please don’t take this too serious)!
For @arboreal-elm-ash-oak because an embarrassingly long time ago you asked about a tiny!Tony/protective!WS story which still hasn’t happened. This is just a ficlet but I hope you’ll like it all the same :)
Also @ketlingr Yay, I wrote something! Does that mean I get those cupcakes now, please? *huge tiny!Tony puppy eyes activated*
“We need to talk,” Tony says with all the grave severity a seven year old is able to convey whilst dangling his feet from a desk, as he observes his companion riffling through the pockets of an unconscious security guard.
The Soldier grunts in acknowledgement, causing Tony to beam proudly. It’s taken him a couple of days to get under his silent companion’s skin, but now they’re almost having something approaching an actual conversation. It’s great. One day soon, Soldier is gonna tell him his real name and they’re gonna be best friends and Soldier is gonna wave his huge gun at anyone who’s ever mean to Tony.
It’s gonna be amazing.
All in good time though. [It’s what Ana says when she’s baking cookies and he’s not allowed to try one until after they’ve cooled off a little–but Tony thinks the same rules apply probably apply for other things as well.]
For now Soldier is taking paintings off the wall and Tony is supposed to talk about The Rules.
Usually The Rules are set by his minder. Don’t disable the kitchen appliances, for example, or Don’t set my shoes on fire, I don’t care about what experiment you needed them for or Don’t sneak into your father’s lab or Don’t set anything on fire, ever.
It’s taken Tony less than four hours to figure out that Soldier isn’t very good with children though–which, Tony can totally relate, he isn’t very good with children either, his mother always tells her friends that with a mournful sigh. And because Tony can be nice and not be a brat, no matter what his father says, (and because he doesn’t want Soldier’s mother to sigh sadly at him) he’s decided to help the poor man out.
And it’s not like Soldier isn’t trying. He bought Tony a hot dog and a lollipop when he complained about being hungry–well, he’s never seen Soldier hand over any money, but Tony’s pretty sure the owner wouldn’t have just given them away, so he must have been sneaky about it. Soldier is very good at being sneaky.
He doesn’t seem to know about The Rules though, which is why it falls to Tony to make them up. That’s exactly what he’s explaining to Soldier now–though he still looks far more interested in the now bare wall.
Soldier makes another sound of acceptance.
“Great!” Tony carefully slips off the desk, then claps his hands together once. “The first rule is that you have to tell me why we’re committing a felony before we do it.”
Technically he’s stolen that line from a joke Aunt Peggy made a couple of weeks ago but he’s sure she won’t mind and it’s also kind of appropriate. “Don’t look at me like that,” he scowls when Soldier turns around to face him, “I just helped you break into a government facility, I’m not stupid,” Tony crosses his arms and frowns up at Soldier. “I’ve been in one before, you know?” Well, almost. It wasn’t Tony’s fault that the security didn’t check the entire car, and if his father hadn’t found him he would have made it.
Luckily Soldier is already losing interest, his gaze fixating on the bookshelves on the opposite site of the room. Tony spares a second to pity the books for their undignified end before he continues.
“It’s not that it’s gonna stop us,” he feels the need to clarify, not that it isn’t obvious by now, because if there’s one thing his father has taught him is that laws need to be broken to get things done all the time. “But that way at least I have all the facts.”
Soldier doesn’t disagree, so Tony considers the motion passed.
“What are you looking for anyways?” He tilts his head to one side, watches his friend’s destructive actions with curiosity. “Oh, is it a hidden safe?”
When Soldier bars his teeth–Tony assumes it’s meant to be smile, if not a very good one–he whoops in excitement. This is so great! It’s like a treasure hunt, just with more people for Soldier to punch.
“You should check the desk,” Tony points out, eager to help. “It’s very sturdy, and not in the efficient way. And the-”
He doesn’t get to finish because Soldier slams his metal hand–his metal hand–down onto the surface of the desk and the wood just cracks, pieces flying everywhere. A few, thankfully pretty small ones, get stuck in Tony’s arms, but he’s too hyped up to feel the pain right now.
Because this is so cool. Because he was right. And also because Soldier actually listened to him.
“See, this is what we have the first rule for!” Tony tries to sound reproachful but he suspects the giggles he can’t keep from spilling over his lips ruin that effect.
Then Soldier bends down and pulls something out of the mess–it doesn’t look very interesting, just a couple of those boring files Aunt Peggy carries around with her all the time–and his lips stretch into that terrible, terrible not-smile but his eyes are so bright, and really, Tony smiles pretty enough for the both of them anyways.
Soldier takes a step towards him to ruffle a hand through Tony’s hair almost gently and says, in actual words, “Good job, kid.”
The sound of yelling and heavy footsteps from further down the hall ruins the moment and Soldier reloads his machine gun and gestures for Tony to hide. It doesn’t work out too well, there are just too many men coming in and Soldier has to protect Tony too. In the end, there’s no other choice but to surrender–
By which Soldier apparently means slinging Tony over his shoulder like a sack of wiggly potatoes and jumping straight out of a five store building to the sound of screams and gunfire.
Best babysitter ever.
Yep, that’s literally it lol. Thoughts? Opinions? Anything you guys have to add?
Summary: Halloween AU. Reader and her friends attempt to watch The Conjuring.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Word Count: 1,827
language, horror, movie spoilers, fluff, reference of not at all nice death, attempted scary stuff where the only scary thing is my bad writing, and oh yeah there’s a gif of Annabelle under the cut…Did I mention MOVIE SPOILERS?
A/N: This is for @rotisserierogers Halloween challenge. Sorry in advice Kumi love. My prompt was “Close your eyes.” PS I tried to watch this movie and this is what became of it. Reader shares my feelings. LOL
Please write something about the precious moments of softness between Ronan and Adam. Let them be soft. Let these prickly boys cuddle
(sorry this took me literally forever but ive been sorta busy and very tired from work lately but anyway!! here’s our soft boys)
Adam’s hands shook with adrenaline as he got back inside the BMW. His mother’s eyes were like two hooks dragging down the skin of his back, but for the first time in as long as he could remember, they couldn’t find anything to latch onto and pull him back. He was untethered to this place, this trailer, this life. His roots had started here, right under the very dust Ronan’s tires threw into the air as he pulled out the park, but he knew by now that trees didn’t necessarily have to stay in one place. That they could move, that he could choose his soil. That he already had.
It was overwhelming, and exhilarating, and calming, all at once. It reminded him a little of how being around Ronan felt.
For your prompt request: I'd love some WinterIron with possessive Winter Soldier who is sent to kill Tony circa Avengers and instead decides he wants Tony for himself and proceeds to be dominate/possessive/protective of Tony who, while hesitant because hello assassin/Cap's bff who was supposedly dead, finds himself melting because no one's ever really been like this with him before
Here you go Anon.
“Asset, repeat back your mission.”
“Locate, confirm and kill target, no witness, assignment
window 72 hours.”
“Who is the target.”
“Sir, you have a visitor.”
“Tell them to go away, I’m busy.” Tony didn’t even pause in
his work, typing furiously as he wrote out some new coding for the next line of
Stark Phones. The work load had been piling up lately, with the collapse of
SHIELD he had Fury and Hill asking him for help on reforming the organization,
this time without Hydra. Stark Industries was growing to be top of the line and
demands for new products were high. Without the military funding, SI heavily
depended on their contracts with clean energy companies and the money they
pulled in with products they put out. Thankfully, when the whole Avenger’s
business started up he had the smart sense to get all their titles copyright
protected and they were able to make extra cash on the side from the Avenger
do you think andrew and neil would ever make out/have sex in a car? what about ronan and adam?
Listen, I’m not going to go too nsfw but basically what you’re asking me to do is discuss two nerds named Ronan and Andrew and their super fucking huge boners for cars.
Honestly? Shame them both. They have the biggest car kinks ever it’s so ridiculous. At least Andrew keeps it lowkey but Ronan is pretty fucking obvious about it like holy god.
Would they frickle frackle in the backseat of their respective sports cars? Yes.
Here’s some short bullet points I’ve drawn up about it. I only have time for Pynch right now but feel free to request Andriel + car kink any time:
With them, it’s super inevitable that it happens. It was literally only a matter of time.
It’s three in the morning and Ronan can’t sleep. It’s too hot out and apparently the air conditioner at the barns isn’t a dream object and apparently something very reality and very breakable.
Ronan can barely take it anymore and sits up to rip his shirt off over his head which then ends up stirring an already restless Adam to awakeness.
Ronan doesn’t even bother to apologize, just says “Let’s get out of here”
And even though Adam was asleep two seconds ago, he’s used to snapping awake and nods, wiping the back of his hand on his forehead to remove the sweat.
The heat doesn’t bother Adam as much. He was used to sleeping in uncomfortable conditions.
But Ronan didn’t want him to have to. Ever. Especially not in his own house.
So they both head to the BMW and Ronan immediatley cranks the air to the max.
Adam shivers next to him by the intensity of it as Ronan speeds away toward the nearest 24 hour gas station.
He’s feeling alert enough now from the air to focus and he’s overwhelmed.
In the dark night with just the streetlights reflecting off of Adam’s face he’s a different creature entirely. There’s something so raw about him and the way he is openly staring at Ronan, not caring that Ronan is looking on. There’s no self doubt in it.
They arrive at the gas station and Ronan pulls off to the side away from the lights.
They both silently get out, head inside, and come back out with two cartons of ice cream.
When they get back in the car, Adam starts to stare again. It feels like a dare. It feels like an invitation.
So Ronan stares back.
It smells so strongly of sweat and gasoline that Ronan is so sharply reminded of the first time he let himself like Adam a little- the first time he let his subconscious in before it took more and more until his feelings for Adam drowned him. It was the beginning of an inevitable end- a lead up to an all or nothing.
He turns on the engine but doesn’t make a move to leave.
When he turns to Adam again, Adam is already there, closing the gap between them, pushing Ronan back into the seat.
Ronan feels it everywhere, in all of his senses. He feels it where their lips connect and where Adam’s hands are on his chest. He feels it where Adam’s knees squeeze on either side of him. He hears it in the way Adam moans as he pushes his hips down and smells it in the combination of all of Ronan’s dirtiest desires.
After that night, the late night drives rise in frequency.
The summer becomes filled with sleepless nights and air conditioned cars and leather seats and intertwined bodies on the side of the road.
And if Ronan puts off fixing the air for an extra week, Adam doesn’t complain. Sleeping in the car isn’t so bad after all.
More importantly, ask me about Pynch / Andriel double date headcanons sometime.
I probably don’t know tastyrepulsorboots well enough to blame this on her, do I? But she was talking about polyamorous soulmates and what a jerk Howard is and then this happened so you guys can draw your own conclusions.
(It’s totally your fault, I hope you like it)
Title: Untitled Soulmate Fic Pairings: Peggy/Steve/Bucky, Tony/Steve/Bucky, unrequited Howard/Steve, Howard/Maria Summary: Howard Stark never had a soulmate. Not one he would ever accept. Warnings: internalized homophobia (NOT STEVE), class discrimination, imperfect soulmates
All right Brea. 🦄🦄 Bucky and the words "rum," "princess," and "cat" ...I am lame and like to really mess with people 😂😂
ily Michelle, you got it dood.
“You taste like rum.” You panted, snagging his bottom lip between your teeth.
“You taste like cheesecake.” He laughed lightly, pressing your chest to his. Date night was always fun. Your hips jolted forward on their own. “Fuck!” Bucky hissed, “you gotta stop movin’, princess, or we’re not gonna make it home.”
And suddenly the limo jolted to the side, making your grip tighten on his shoulders and you moved…
“God dammit!” You gasped, eyes fluttering closed. He cupped the back of your head and slammed his lips onto yours. You didn’t even notice that you had stopped in front of your apartment until Bucky was pulling you from the car.
He slammed you against your apartment door, sandwiching you against the cold metal surface and his hard, warm chest. Before it could go any further, your cat was at your feet, meowing up at you loudly.
You pulled away, breathing heavily, your lips pink and swollen, “You fed the cat before we left, right?”
Bucky hesitated and your eyes widened. “I thought you did!” He objected.
Foggy: “So, basically, you have a supersoldier obeying each your commands, and whose willing and able to kill anybody who sneeze too close to you ?” Matt: “…Yes ?” Foggy: “It’s not all, isn’t it ?” Matt: “He’s got an angry ex-boyfriend. From the 40’s.” Foggy: “Oh Matty…”
“Why do you keep avoiding me? What have I ever done to you, I thought we were friends.” You say with tears in your eyes, looking at the man in front of you. You had gotten along great with Bucky from the moment Steve brought him in. The two of you had gotten really close but lately he seemed so distant and you didn’t know why.
“Just stay away from me Y/N.” He hisses, watching you with cold eyes. You knew there had to be more to this, he wasn’t some cold hearted monster. There had to be a reason for his behavior.
“No tell me what’s going on.”
“Nothing is going on. I just want to be on my own.”
“Oh please since when?” You roll your eyes and step closer to him.
“Please stay away.” He looks pleadingly at you but you come closer anyway, staring into his eyes not moving an inch and crossing your arms.
“I love you and I am terrified.” He finally says while looking down to the ground. You throw your arms around him, hugging him so tight he can’t breathe for a second. You let go and quickly kiss him before he can say anything to object.