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Dinner Conversation on Ahch-to
  • REY: *Cooking a dead porg over the fire*
  • KYLO: Why are you eating those things?
  • REY: There's nothing else to eat on this godforsaken island, unless you count the sea monster. Which I don't, since I can't swim.
  • KYLO: *hesitating* I could help you kill it.
  • REY: Why do you care?
  • KYLO: You can't...*clears throat, gestures to the dead porg* They're...too cute.
  • REY: *sarcastically* Exactly how cute does something have to be before you can't bear to kill it?
  • KYLO: *softly* As cute as you, Rey.
  • REY: ...
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anonymous asked:

tony and rhodey and nicknames!! I'm dying i love it so much! steve and bucky are pissed that they can never compete with tony and rhodey's 20+ year relationship. TONY HAS LITERALLY KNOWN RHODEY FOR 2/3RDS OF HIS LIFE I'M CRYING. but like, what if they celebrate their anniversaries?? maybe rhodey takes them out to a cheesy candlelit dinner with flowers and everything and tony loves it but the other two are PISSED AF (rhodey silently laughing his ass off when he spots them spying on their date)

Lmao at the idea of Tony getting all jittery in one of his nicer suits and Thor thinks 'finally these idiots have gotten the balls to ask Tony out’ and says, “Hot date, Tony?” Darcy will be super proud of his correct wording later.

And Tony nearly vibrates and he’s beaming and he says, “Yes! It’s our anniversary!”

‘These idiots have not gotten the balls to ask Tony out.’ “Oh. I wasn’t aware that you were seeing someone.”

Tony scoffs. “Yes you were, Thor, don’t fucking lie.”

Thor considers throwing Tony out the window even though he knows he never actually will because Midgardians are delicate and also apparently frown upon getting over their differences by brawling. It’s nice to dream.

And then Rhodey shows up wearing his dress uniform and looking very handsome and Thor is very confused because he was not aware Tony and Rhodey were romantically involved.

“I got you a gift,” Rhodey says, smug. “It’s a friendship bracelet.”

“EEE.”

“I also got your gift to me. I’m not sure that I’ll be able to eat a Whitman’s Sampler as big as my bed before everything goes stale but I’m sure as hell going to try.”

Tony doesn’t even care. It’s one of those new loom bracelets and it’s red and gold and it’s got a fucking WAR MACHINE CHARM ON IT AAAAHHHH.

Thor thought he was beginning to understand Midgardians but now he has literally no idea. Rhodey and Tony step into the elevator to go to their dinner.

Thor lets out quite possibly the unmanliest yelp when Steve and Bucky bolt out of the common kitchen, nearly foaming at the mouth. “JARVIS, where are they going?!” “I really couldn’t say–” “YES YOU COULD.” JARVIS sighs and tells them the address. They opt not to wait for the elevator to come up and just pound down the stairs.

“…JARVIS, my friend,” Thor sighs, sagging onto the couch. “I will never truly understand Midgardians.”

“You haven’t even seen the half of it,” JARVIS replies, definitely sounding amused.

“It’s our anniversary,” Tony tells the waitress delightedly.

“Oh how nice,” she says, smiling. “How long have you been together?”

Tony frowns. “Oh, god, thirty years? I was fourteen when we met. How old am I?”

“Jesus Christ,” Rhodey laughs, and then laughs again when he sees Bucky and Steve glowering at him from across the restaurant. “It’s our friendship anniversary,” he adds to the waitress, just to make sure she doesn’t bring out a dessert to share or anything. Tony doesn’t share his dessert. He’s proved that already.

Instead of giving them a weird look, like so many other waiters and waitresses before her, she beams at him. “That is so adorable. I wish I had a friend like that!”

“But seriously how old am I. What year is it.”

“He measures days weird,” Rhodey adds when he sees how horrified the waitress has become. “The iPhone seven just came out.”

“I’M FORTY-FIVE.”

“Oh my God.”

Rhodey feeds Tony from his fork just to watch Steve and Bucky squirm angrily in their seats. They’ve ordered food but the waiter is already rolling his eyes and bringing out boxes because they haven’t touched a bite. But he could do more to piss them off. “Hey, you wanna hold hands?”

“I always wanna hold hands,” Tony answers immediately, and holds his hand out to him, smiling when he takes it.

Steve starts to stand, furious, and Bucky tugs him back down into his seat.

Rhodey bites the inside of his cheek not to burst out laughing and give them away. “Hey, you wanna take a walk after dinner?”

“I’d rather just go home and cuddle and watch Sharknado so we can make fun of it.”

This shit just happens by itself, Rhodey thinks giddily when Bucky’s face goes red with rage, because he’d obviously heard ‘cuddle.’ God. This was comedy gold. “Okay but only if I get to be the big spoon.”

Tony snorts. “I think we both know that I was always going to be the little spoon.”

Steve has to keep Bucky from pulling a knife out and throwing it at Rhodey.

Rhodey doesn’t even care because this is the most beautiful thing ever and he’s only sorry that he wasn’t able to tape it for Pepper.

CHEESY CHICKEN & BROCCOLI SOUP


Ingredients:

  • 2 cups cooked shredded rotisserie chicken
  • 2 packages Green Giant® Steamers® frozen Broccoli & Cheese Sauce
  • 3 cups chicken broth or stock
  • ¼ cup half-and-half
  • ¾ teaspoon seasoned salt 

Directions: 

  1. Place shredded chicken and broth in a medium size pot and bring to a simmer.  
  2. Cook Green Giant® Steamers according to package directions in the microwave. When done, carefully open package and add broccoli and cheese to the soup. Stir well.
  3. Stir in half n half and add seasoned salt to taste. Stir well and simmer for a few minutes to let the flavors combine.
  4. (optional)  Top soup with freshly grated Parmesan cheese for an extra cheesy boost! Add a four ounce can of chopped green chilies for a southwestern flair.
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faramirlover  asked:

Cherik and no. 12?

12. things you said when you thought i was asleep

Charles was a wreck. Buried under blankets and fast asleep, his bed was covered in used up tissues. The top of his forehead peeked out from under the covers and his nose looked red. He was wearing that ratty old Oxford t shirt of his and sprawled on his chest was a copy of Utopia. Charles’ abysmal taste in literature shouldn’t have been so endearing. It absolutely was.

Erik sat down in the chair next to Charles’ bed and reached for his hand. It felt warm and feverish. His pulse was unsteady, worryingly so. Erik traced the lines of his hand and reassured himself that nothing was going to take Charles away from him. Not after everything. He held his hand and pressed a kiss to the center of his palm.

“I won’t lose you, not like this. Get up, you stubborn old fool.”

Some one knocked hesitantly and Erik turned around. Beast was standing in the doorway and he looked very uncomfortable. His eyes shifted to their hands. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt… whatever this is.”

He didn’t sound sorry at all and Erik didn’t give a damn. He glared at him.

“You should have called me sooner.”

“I wouldn’t have called you at all if it were up to me. Charles asked for you.”

Erik smirked.

“That’s because I’m wanted here. Unlike you.”

Beast scowled.

“He’s been like this for a week, if you’re not going to help then get out.”

Erik laid one last kiss on Charles’ hand knowing full well how uncomfortable it made Beast. Good.

“I’ll be back in a moment, dear. Don’t get into any more trouble while I’m gone.”


When Charles woke up his room was filled with daisies. Metal daisies. The ones to his left looked suspiciously like his staircase bannisters. They were beautiful and delicate. They seemed to burst with life and joy. Hope.

Charles smiled. After all these years, Erik never ceased to surprise him.  

The door to his room opened and Erik entered carrying a metal tray filled with food. He froze when he realized that Charles was awake. He had been caught doing something thoughtful and now he’d never live it down.

As if to undermine the sweetness of the gesture, he closed the door behind him forcefully to shut out any impertinent people disturbing Charles’ rest. The fact that he was disturbing Charles’ rest didn’t seem to bother him at all.

“Here. Eat.” he placed the metal tray down on the bed and upon closer observation it was a bit of everything. Pumpernickel bread and warm butter. Apple slices. Earl grey tea. Best of all, was the soup. Good lord, it was heavenly. Hearty, warmth and soothing. It seeped into all the crevices of his soul. Charles was going to marry Erik and then divorce him for the soup.

His throat was swollen and he could barely speak but luckily he had other ways of communicating.

where did you get this?

Erik looked anywhere but at Charles.

“It’s my mother’s recipe actually. Rosoe. She used to make it for me.”

Just when he thought he couldn’t adore him any more he’d go and do something like this.

Charles sent him a wave of gratitude and understanding mixed with the ever present fondness that belonged solely to Erik.  

Erik smiled in that uncertain way of his. He still didn’t trust happiness, not even after all this time.

Well that just wouldn’t do at all.  

come here

He put on his best come hither face. It may have been more effective if he hadn’t sneezed.

Erik laughed, which is all he really wanted in the first place. The man had such a dear laugh.

“Insatiable as ever.” 

sit with me


Erik eventually gave in. Charles looked unbearably smug about it. It was a good look on him. No one had the right to look that good when they were ill, it was unbelievable. Unbearable and unbelievable. Just like everything else about him. He couldn’t wait to kiss the smugness off him. A hundred times. A thousand.

Erik cleared a path for himself amidst the pile of tissues, cough drops and scattered books. Took his rightful place on the left side of the bed. He belonged here.

The irritating smile had turned into something gentle and content. Charles knew it too.

If Erik held onto his hand more tightly than usual neither of them mentioned it.

The thing is he could really lay claim to anything. Not to Charles or his bed. Not to any part of him. Not so long as he was Magneto. Charles welcomed him into his home but he could never stay. Never tell him the words that had been burning up in his chest since 1964. 

So they lived like this. No man’s land.

“We can’t keep doing this you know. Sneaking around.”

Charles hummed thoughtfully and sipped his tea.

“I can’t climb up your balcony anymore, I have arthritis. Someone is bound to notice one of these days.”

darling, you have many fine qualities but subtlety is not among them.

Erik sat up abruptly.

“They kn-”

yes

“All of them?”

every last one. especially after this morning.  

Erik glared in a valiant attempt to conceal his anxiety.

“You were supposed to be asleep.”

taking advantage of me in my weakened state? how thrilling

“You are hardly an invalid and it was merely a kiss. On your hand, need I remind you.”

yes, very gallant and very chaste. very disappointing. next time you should kiss me on my-

“CHARLES!”

Charles smiled at him and it was the sun coming up in the morning. It was beautiful. It was the most obnoxious thing he had ever seen in his life. Erik kissed him.

you’ll get sick 

“Kiss me back this instant or I swear to god I’ll steal all your cough syrup.”

Charles obliged. Quickly and with enthusiasm.

For the sake of the cough syrup.


Having thoroughly conquered that smug smile, Erik pulled back with a smug smile of his own. Charles looked dazed and delighted. His best look yet. There was another look Erik was partial to but he’d wait until the fever had passed.

He held Charles tightly against his chest. In sickness and in health and all that. Erik really wouldn’t know he had never bothered with that sort of thing. Perhaps he should.

“I think I like you like this.” 

don’t be disgusting, i’m a mess

“You.” He punctuated the word with a kiss.“are the most beautiful goddamn person I have ever seen. You are the best person I have ever met. I don’t give a damn about your cold, you absolute idiot.”

Oh.

“Yes, oh.”

that was -

Erik shifted uncomfortably. There was a reason he prefered not to express himself. Ever.

“That was something.”

Charles beamed.

Yes. Yes, you certainly are something.

The intimacy of the moment was almost intolerable. He had to act quickly before he did something foolish. Run. Move to Barcelona. Propose.

“Right well. Is there anything else you need?”

Charles held onto him tighter as if he knew what he was thinking. 

He probably did.

Stay.

Like he could do anything else.

no offense but i made chipotle pepper pork chops, roasted broccoli and brussel sprouts, and cheesy scalloped potatoes for dinner tonight and it was really fucking good i’m a master chef gordon ramsey is shaking

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