jumbo marshmallow

absolutely random voltron headcanons
  • keith talks to inanimate objects and will enthusiastically deny it if anyone catches him
  • animal: whines lance, sympathetically: i know, baby, i know
  • hunk can keep a straight face come hell or high water, will frequently say some absolutely absurd thing or go off on a silly tangent completely deadpan, and the others just fuckin lose it
  • also hunk has made lance laugh until he peed twice in the history of their friendship and constantly threatens to do it again
  • shiro can drink an entire half gallon of milk in a single go
    • he can also fit twelve jumbo marshmallows in his mouth and is constantly looking for an excuse to show off this talent
  • hunk used to have hair down to his chest before the garrison and he still occasionally laments its loss
    • sometimes he just….. wistfully stares at allura’s long hair, wanting. remembering
    • lance also misses the long hair bc he got to brush it and braid it all the time and pretend like hunk was a disney princess and lance was his prince hunk doesn’t know this and if lance has anything to do with it he never will
  • coran used to be a helpless flirt, like lance… but way more successful
    • was once simultaneously engaged to a widowed countess, a prince, a bounty hunter, and two royal handmaidens
    • allura had to really work her diplomatic connections to get him out of that one and tbh she never lets him live it down even now
  • lance idolized shiro throughout most of his garrison career and is frankly shocked to discover that shiro is just a total goober who frequently pretends like he’s in the star wars universe and has passionate opinions about the matrix movies and drools when he sleeps
  • allura thinks hunk would make a great diplomat and is not-so-subtly grooming him to be so
    • keeps taking him and him alone to meet important people, giving him negotiation tips, asking for his opinions on people they meet even if she’s already made up her mind about them
    • sometimes introduces him to new people as a prince or a minister or some other authoritative figure
      • hunk is chill with this as long as he gets to make up the name of the planet that he’s allegedly the prince of
  • keith snorts when he laughs really hard
    • lance and hunk team up to try and make him snort as often as possible

anonymous asked:

53 andreil for the prompt thingy???

53: “Darling, stop.” 

They’re in the chilly fluorescent produce section, Neil steering the cart and Andrew catching it whenever he finds chocolate-covered berries or cartons of blended sugary juice to add to the pile. Neil’s got his old jersey conspicuously clashing with their new team’s red sweats, a dark bandana twisted up in his hair. It’s almost closing, and everything feels a bit cool and loose like no one’s really supposed to be awake.

When Neil’s busy bagging carrots Andrew gets his arms folded over the handle of the shopping cart, this stupid black t-shirt all stretched out at the neck, wire-framed glasses perched on his nose, mouth flat. Neil’s sort of fond of Andrew wearing his glasses in public, and he finds himself walking backwards in front of the cart as it’s pushed, openly watching him. Andrew picks the pace up just enough to bump heavily into his shins.

Neil smiles, looping his fingers through his end of the cart so they each have a side, rolling lopsidedly towards the opening of an aisle.

“Stop making things difficult.”

“Let me drive the cart.”

Andrew regards him, fair eyebrows raised. “You’re a control freak.”

Neil laughs, startled. “You let three people total drive your car. You wouldn’t even let Sir or King in our bed for the first three months we had them. You bartered for my secrets when we met, Andrew. ”

“And?” Andrew asks, examining a box of cake mix.

“I don’t think you should be talking about controlling personalities.”

Andrew ignores him, tossing the box in the cart and pushing it back towards Neil. “Go get your diet plan shit.”

Neil makes a face. “It’s our diet plan.”

“I am not willfully drinking skimmed milk.” Andrew crosses to the bags of jumbo marshmallows and Neil pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I’ll put it in your hot chocolate.”

“You’ll die,” Andrew says simply.

Neil jostles the cart into Andrew’s side, and he drops the marshmallows back on the shelf, unimpressed. “Meet me at the front in five. I’m getting actual food to sustain actual people.”

Andrew shrugs and turns to wander out of the aisle, dragging the cart the wrong way behind him.

Neil coughs so he doesn’t laugh, senselessly thrilled. He jogs back towards the meat section, threading through coolers and displays until he finds the turkey bacon and lean chicken breasts that they live on. He’s frowning at an especially lifeless beige cut of fish when he’s wrenched around by the arm.

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Wig Hack Wednesday #4 !
Today I wanna introduce a no-sew-no-glue method to add volume to your wig with a jumbo braid (or braiding hair). Using this method will save you time and money because you’ll be getting more bang for your buck! Jumbo braids are pretty cheap and can range from around $2-$8 depend on quality of the hair fiber. Usually, they are used to add thickness to braid hairstyles, but you can use it for any “big-hair” hairstyle, really. Be careful when using hair dryer or heat tools with jumbo braids because they cannot stand as much heat-styling as other wig fibers. For this tutorial, I’m using a jumbo braid in marshmallow from Arda Wigs.
- Untie the end of the jumbo braid. Separate and cut a small piece of weft from it. Keep in mind that you’ll need the piece to be double of the length you would want for the final product because you will be folding the piece in half.
- Use a latch crochet hook to go under the elastic band of the wig and grab the folded hair
- Bring the hook back through the same hole, making sure the latch closes before you pull it through the hole
- Grab the hair with your fingers, twist it once and hold
- Bring the hair from the hanging side and pull it through the twisted loop without tightening the loop
- Bring the loop to the opposite side and twist it again
- Pull the hair from the hanging side through the loop again
- Pull and tighten the knot so it’s as small as possible
- Keep adding more hair to the other elastics and different sections of the wig. You can tease it for more volume!

I used this method to make a Sage Madara (Naruto) wig and it produced great result with high volume but still very light-weight. I hope this helps you create cool wigs with super volume at low cost (looking at Steven Universe people…lol )

Make You Laugh

Genre: fluff; high school au

Pairing: Im Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: *REQUESTED* You have the biggest crush on the class clown. Unfortunately, he can’t even take himself seriously…

You weren’t thrilled to have chemistry first thing in the morning. You weren’t excited for the first day of school. It was your senior year and you had already had it with high school. You just wanted to take your SAT again to get a better score and be done with it. Your mom would die if you didn’t get into a decent college.

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Marshmallow Fluff

Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Peter plays chubby bunny with reader and it gets a little messy.

Rating: Fluff

A strong breeze ran through your room and papers flew everywhere signaling that Peter was here. I looked up at him from my notebook. He was standing there with his usual cute sirk and a bag a marshmallows. I tilt my head to the side, “What are you doing and why are you holding a bag of jumbo sized marshmallows”, I questioned him furrowing my eyebrows. “There’s this game called chubby bunny. Where you stuff as many of these”, he shakes the bag, “as you can into your mouth and you say chubby bunny every time you add one”. He plopped down next to me on the bed, “You wanna play buttercup”.

I nod then Peter rips the top of the bag open. A few marshmallows fall out, he grabs one and puts it in his mouth, “Chubby bunny” he said after he pushed the marshmallow into the side of his mouth. He nods on my direction “Your turn”. I push one of the marshmallows into the side saying chubby bunny before looking at Peter signaling it’s his turn.

A few minutes later Peter and I have both taken at least five turns. Peter’s cheeks have been filled to the brim to the point where he can barely say chubby bunny anymore. The marshmallows in my mouth have started dissolving. Peter is trying to shove another marshmallow into his before he chokes and spits all the marshmallows in his mouth in the garbage can by my bed.

I throw my arms above my head and make a noise of victory. I spit the marshmallows out. “I win”

“I let you when because you’re cute”

“No i won because you choked on marshmallows”

@abigailzwalker @blumarvel @karazorelsgf @notsofastmaximoff

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Marshmallows

Words: 476
Warning: sexual references and stuff not actuall smut in any way though
Requested: no
Pairing: Josh Dun x reader
Sum.: The one where you are camping and you accidentally get some marshmallow on your lips

A/N: short and “sweet”…idk hope this doesn’t scar you at how bad it is
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You grabbed another piece of wood and threw it on the fire to hopefully get warmer. The sun had gone down an hour or two ago and with that the campfire, you and your friends sat around, was the only thing that kept you warm. Two couples and then three singles, you included. You sat back down on one of the logs next to Josh. Conversation had been stale with the others for a while now but every time you talked to him no matter what about it seemed to be interesting. It might be because this was feeding into your enormous crush on him or maybe…no actually it probably was that. Josh started up a new conversation with you and even though you didn’t really care for the topic you still tried to sound interested for Josh’s sake. Soon enough you two subtlety stopped talking about any real topic and kind of started flirting again. There had been flirty remarks all evening long but now they were getting a little out of hand. Both couples left to go sleep around 10 minutes later which only left you three sitting around. You grabbed the last marshmallow out of the bag and stuck it on a stick.

Thankfully you hadn’t burned it too badly as you took it out of the fire, you had forgotten about it for a moment while talking to Josh.

You blew on it for a little bit, hoping you wouldn’t burn your mouth on the last marshmallow for the evening.

Even tho you began to eat it in small bites at first you inevitably decided to then just stick the whole jumbo marshmallow in your mouth. Just like anticipated a bunch of it spilled out and covered your lips. You began to laugh slightly when you turned towards Josh because he looked at you with a smirk in his face. “Don’t even think about it”, you smirked back and then tried to lick some of it off of your lips.

Josh leaned forward slightly and while keeping a smug face he said “Here let me help you.” Before you could question what he said he grabbed your chin and pulled your face towards his. He pressed his lips on yours and you automatically closed your eyes leaning into the kiss. He pulled on your lower lip with his teeth, deepening the kiss. You opened your mouth slightly but Josh let go of your face and moved back again.

“Hmh marshmallow”, Josh grinned widely and you chuckled.

All of you sat in silence for a little while before Josh stood up and took your hand. You followed him blindly, guessing you two would get some privacy to talk.

“Use protection”, your friend shouted after you before the two of you disappeared in a tent leaving them alone.

Comfort In The Dark

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

Comfort In The Dark

Peter Parker X Reader

Written by: Hannah

Prompt(s): Hey! Can you do a Peter Parker imagine where the readers parents are out of town and there’s a really bad storm and the power goes out and the reader has a HUGE fear of the dark, and then Peter comes over and they just chill and have fun?? Thank you <3 <3

Notes: Peter is a bean who makes scary things fun c:

Warning(s): Slight use of language.

When it started storming (y/n) had to remind themselves that they were fine. It wasn’t the storm that they were afraid of, they were just afraid of the power going out. And to make matters worse (y/n)’s parents were gone for the weekend, leaving their teenage child at home alone. The neighbors would check in throughout the day, making sure that (y/n) was okay.

There was a loud boom and suddenly the lights in the living room went off, as did the wifi. (y/n) was NOT Okay.

***

Peter was watching TV in his room, lazily throwing a ball against his wall. At the same time that there was a loud boom in the distance he got a frantic text from (y/n), one of his best friends and long time crush. Raising an eyebrow, Peter picked up his phone and read the text.

[To Peter: Hey Pete can you come over? Like right now? You know how I am with the dark and the power just went out and my parents aren’t home and-]

That wasn’t the end of the text, but it was enough for Peter to type a reply, grab his raincoat, and practically fly into the spiderman costume. He was at (y/n)’s in a matter of five minutes.

***

“What should we do?” Peter asked. He had ditched the costume under (y/n)’s lattice porch, mostly raved from the rain. He now sat with (y/n) in the livingroom, his friend practically curled into his arms. They had the flashlights of their phones on and candles around the livingroom. It was beginning to smell like a forest in there, with all the flowery scents.

“I don’t know…” (y/n) mumbled. Peter frowned with a hum before taking (y/n)’s hand as he stood up.

“Let’s go to your room and grab some pillows and blankets. We can make a pillow fort in the living room and peek our heads out the opening. Maybe we can make finger shadows on the blankets.” (y/n) had to smile at the thoughtful idea. They gave a shaky nod and clung close to Peter as they went.

***

“Rabbit, duh.” (y/n) said. Having calmed down, they sat inside the pillow fort. The candles cast an orange glow onto the blankets and the flashlights they found in the kitchen helped to illuminate the fort. Peter had one positioned behind them as he set down his hands.

“Okay okay, hot shot, what can you do?” He teased. (y/n) grinned and made a cat, to which Peter got easily. On his turn he somehow managed to make a dog. (y/n) snorted and said so, to which Peter frowned at the extent of his finger-shadow knowledge.

(y/n), having a little more experience, made a turtle. Peter had to take a few minutes and a few different guesses before he got it.

“Lizard? Iguana? Oh shit- Turtle! It’s a turtle, isn’t it?”

“Haha, yup! It’s a turtle.” Peter scoffed and shook his head. He leaned back into the extra pillows on the floor and sighed.

“…..I can’t guarantee they won’t smell, but should we roast marshmallows over the candles?”

“YES HOLY CRAP!” (y/n) practically yelled. They took Peter by the arm and scavenged the kitchen for utensils needed for s'mores.

***

Peter decided that candle roasted s'mores weren’t that bad. They had a slightly weird tang and scent but they were still pretty good. (y/n) agreed in return, swallowing the rest of theirs.

“Not bad. Could be better.”

“Haha, yeah! I was afraid the toothpicks we used were going to catch on fire.”

(y/n) snorted, “Nah, I doubt it. The jumbo marshmallows practically cover all of it.”

“Well still! I don’t want to accidentally set your house on fire!”
“You won’t set my house on fire, Peter!” (y/n) laughed. They punched him on the shoulder and got one in return.

The two stayed up pretty late into the night, having fun and roasting multiple candle s'mores. It was around one at night that the two of them fell asleep, snuggled together in the blankets. It was around two that the lights came back on and the roaring of the AC scared both teenagers back into consciousness.

“….Well then.” Peter mumbled. He nuzzled his face back into the pillow he had in his arms. (y/n) grumbled and got up to turn off the lights. They came back into the fort, the candles long since then blown out to prevent fires. They shuffled back into the covers and smiled at the feeling of Peter pressed against them. They both slept easily after that, and (y/n) knew who to call when the power went off next time.

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Snow

They are in Georgia, for fuck’s sake.

She shouldn’t be seeing snowflakes splattering onto the keyboard of her laptop while she mixes music on the quad. 

Because she’s in Georgia, and Georgia isn’t supposed to snow.

Beca looks up from her spot to see if this was some sort of prank, but it isn't– there are real snowflakes falling from the sky. It’s weird and cold and she was getting wet, so she decides that the excitement from other students around her isn’t worth it, and walks briskly to the nearest building she can think of.

“Hey, Bec,” Jesse says when she walks into his room at the Treble house, clearly surprised at her sudden arrival. He gets up from his spot on his bed to give her a brief kiss. “You didn’t tell me you were coming over.”

“Yeah, well,” she shrugs, setting her things down, with the exception of her laptop, before collapsing onto his bed and burrowing herself in his duvet. He sits next to her, balancing his laptop atop his knees, which were folded against his chest. “It’s snowing outside and I was getting cold and wet.”

Beca’s too focused on typing the password into her laptop’s start screen to notice the sound of Jesse’s own typing had ceased. He stares at her, eyebrows raised. “Did you just say that it’s snowing outside?”

She takes her eyes off the screen to look at him. “Yeah.”

Instantly, Jesse’s on his feet and peering out of his window like a small child. “Holy shit, it is!”

“Well, yeah. I wasn’t lying.”

He grins at Beca, and suddenly he was buzzing with excitement. “Bec, get up! We gotta go outside!”

She stares at him, dumbfounded. “I came over here to stay out of the outside and the snow and the cold, remember?”

“Aw, come on,” he juts out his bottom lip into a pout, much to Beca’s disdain (and, unfortunate, pathetic weakness). “It’s snowing!”

He keeps the puppy-dog eyes and stupid pout until she finally lets out a hefty sigh of defeat. “Can I at least bring your blanket?”

He nods enthusiastically and practically drags her outside to the Treble’s backyard, tottering on the snow-covered grass barefoot. Beca, wrapped in Jesse’s duvet, quickly finds herself at the nearest bench, knees folded to her chest, tucking the duvet underneath her to keep herself warm. 

“Isn’t this amazing?!” Jesse grins, opening his arms to the sky. “Bec, come on!”

He twirls and jumps and does all sorts of ridiculous things with his tongue sticking out, trying to catch all the snowflakes he possibly can. He encourages her to do the same by giving her glances and upping his silly gestures. 

“You’re missing out on all the fun!” Jesse seems to say, his words only half-formed with his tongue lolled out. 

His happiness is contagious, so she can’t help but dart her tongue out for a brief second, her nose scrunching when she feels a cluster of snowflakes hit her tongue.

He laughs at this, amused at his girlfriend’s unwillingness. He slows down his movements and grabs a seat next to Beca, panting slightly.

“You’re gonna get sick, you know,” she muses, ignoring the blush that colors her cheeks when he bops her nose with his finger.

“I don’t care. I love the snow,” he smiles, wrapping an arm around Beca’s bundled frame. “If we get more, can we make a snowman?”

She looks into his eyes– so deeply filled with affection and genuine happiness– and finally plasters a smile of her own onto her face. It’s a small one, but it reaches to the crinkles of her eyes, and Jesse’s face lights up immediately.

“Yeah, I guess.”

The cold forces them back inside. Jesse makes them hot cocoa and lets Beca choose a Christmas movie to watch, despite the fact that they both have finals to study for. 

A couple of hours later, they check outside once again to find that it snowed a total of one measly inch. Beca sees the disappointment in Jesse’s eyes and she can’t help but feel it in her heart to make him smile again.

So, she brings him jumbo marshmallows and mini pretzel sticks later that night. His eyes light up once again and he can’t stop laughing, but he thanks her for the sweet gesture and they transform the kitchen into a Kindergarten classroom project zone. They stick mini chocolate chips for faces and use Reese’s peanut butter cups for top hats, and together, they make their own little army of edible snowmen in Georgia.

And when Beca opens her laptop the following morning, she finds a sticky note attached to her keyboard.

Thanks for the best snow day ever. I love you. - J

Things I Want to Feed a Boy Way Too Much Of

Kraft macaroni & cheese (I love how it’s solid and pasta-y but also clumps together into gooey feed able bites)

Other pasta (ideally something with a clingy wine/butter type sauce, but really anything)

Assorted fancy donuts (maybe blindfolded? so he has to guess what each one is)

Pizza (we’d be watching a movie, and every so often he’d discover that I’d gotten him another slice, and then at the end of the movie he’d discover how much he’d actually eaten)

Popcorn

Instant mashed potatoes (because *apparently* if you eat these mixed with just a little water, and then drink more water, they swell up inside you and you can feel yourself expanding)

Jumbo marshmallows (I like to hand feed people, and I like that they’re soft and yielding but large enough that you have to open your mouth pretty wide to get a whole one in)

Cheesecake (similar to above, the textural thing)

A ton of beer (round, bloated, and sorta drunk sounds like fun times)

Milkshakes (for the “I’m going to make you so fucking fat” angle… hearing him moan as talk about what I’m pouring into him is about to do to his body… all the extra things I put into it to make sure it really blimps him up… how I’m going to measure him tomorrow and if I’m not happy I’ll make him live on milkshakes, just keep him full all the time until he’s plumped up to my satisfaction)

Pudding (I just have this thing about pudding… also, a belly packed full of pudding seems like it would be the most fun possible to play with)

Jello (possibly a competitor for the “most fun to play with” title)

Any other ideas?

Seventeen Scenario: Confession Circle (OT13)

A/N: For the anon who wanted jealous Seventeen! Not gonna lie, anon….I have no idea if you meant you wanted a single pairing to be jealous or if you wanted all thirteen to be jealous of each other hahaha but here it is! Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it! It’s kind of cheesy though….

- Admin Mochi ✨


Originally posted by wonnhao

In school, stress and competition are inevitable. At least that’s how it was at the private institution thirteen best friends attended. Their academic peers were all like that: fighting to get to the top even if they were all just teenagers still. They’d stab their own friend in the back if it meant being number one.

Usually, these thirteen boys were very good at avoiding the drama. The closest thing they’ve had to an argument was when Seungkwan ate Jihoon’s quesadilla but even that didn’t last for fifteen minutes. But lately, the tension in school was starting to leak into their inner circle and the result wasn’t pretty.

Jeonghan glared at Seungcheol as the elder lifted weights in their hangout room. What a show-off, he’s been lifting those for the past hour, Jeonghan thought bitterly to himself. The long-haired teen looked at his own lanky arms then scoffed in his head. Whatever.

Across the room, Jihoon was staring at Joshua play the guitar, feeling resentful. Everyone was always complimenting Joshua on the guitar but what about Jihoon? He was just as good as Joshua. This semester, Joshua had gone into the music production class. If Joshua learned how to produce, what would Jihoon be? And what if Joshua was better at it? He certainly had a ear for good American music.

No. That wouldn’t do. When Joshua asked if Jihoon wanted to do a collab, Jihoon had curtly replied, “Sorry, I’m busy.” But even Joshua felt the anger and only shrugged.

Sitting at the desk were Vernon and Wonwoo, surrounded by paper. Both of them were writing rap lyrics for their music period. What most people didn’t know was that even if Vernon’s lyrics were iconic, Wonwoo’s were more poetic. Usually, people liked the iconic factor, the thing that can make a crowd go “OOOOH!” from the cleverness of the phrase. But that must’ve not been what the teacher thought because Wonwoo had gotten an A for his lyrics while Vernon got a C.

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Tent Talk (Barry Allen Imagine)

*Super late but I hope you still like it!*


“Why are we out here again?” Cisco pants, coming to haul by your side.

“Beats the hell out of me.”  You sigh, still trying to catch your breath as well.

“I don’t know if this helps but even though that hike sucked it was a hundred times better than the plane to get to Lian Yu; oh man that was scary.” Felicity adds as she makes her way past us.

You and your favorite engineer glance at each other and share an give awkward chuckle, both of you not really sure how you should respond.

“The hike wasn’t that bad you guys.”

“Yeah, coming from the dude who does the salmon ladder in his free time.” You comment as Ollie passes you, carrying not only his bag but another and what looks like parts to a tent. Both arms loaded and he isn’t even close to being out of breath, these superheroes are freaking ridiculous.

“Salmon ladder? I was wondering how my brother got so buff.” You heard from behind you. “Cheer up (y/n), since Ollie didn’t get tired out like the rest of us from the trip up here, he can set up all the tents.”

“That’s very funny Speedy. Are you going to volunteer your boyfriend as well? He doesn’t seem too winded either.” Oliver replies sounding surprisingly lighthearted.

“Sure. Roy, babe? Would you mind help setting up?” She asks as she shoots her lover a charming grin. He sighs and rolls his eyes but picks up one of the tent bags nonetheless. Thea skips over, pecks him on the cheek and then makes her way over to Iris.

“I wish he listened to us that well.” Diggle says as he starts to put his own tent together. “Cisco, you are staying in here too so mind giving me a hand?”

“Oh, um. Of course not, just tell me what to do.” He answers and walks over, leaving you alone.

You scan the camp site, looking to see if anyone needed your help. Your shoulders slump as you see you are currently like more than useless. You pause, Wait a minute, where’s Barry?

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tectonicsharmonia replied to your post “| @tectonicsharmonia | woopsie daisy! thought i said hey to every1…”

Hey there. I’m Dirk. Well, that’s the easiest thing you can call me, at the very least. Everything extraordinaire, sort if. I mean, if you out a challenge on my plate I’m likely to Son Goku that shit so there’s that.

whats the hardest thing i can call u? 
cuz imma call u that instead >:3c

can yooooou
put five jumbo marshmallows in ur mouth @ once without choking? 
bc i can

Just a Nice Night

Kiki’s 200 Follower Celebration Word Challenge

Word Prompt: Bonfire from @mamaredd123

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 513

Warnings: Basically just fluff

A/N: I’m actually sticking to drabble length this time around, guys! :D But anyways, hope you guys enjoy some nice Dean fluff after I killed you with I Confess. xoxo

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“Dean!”

The yellow-orange flames that roared in the rusted, dinged up garbage illuminated the mischievous grin that decorated his face. Casually throwing in one last handful of dried twigs into the can, he glanced up from his work to find you standing with your arms crossed tightly across your chest.

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Anything for You

Summary: It’s a rare thing for all of the Avengers to have the day off together. Not knowing what to do with themselves, you suggest to have a campfire behind the compound. And some are more excited than others.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 6237

Warnings: Swearing. Fluff. Slightly… jealous (?) reader. Now that I think about it, the reader is definitely more petty than jealous.

A/N: Who doesn’t love the Avengers in comfy pj pants and big sweaters? Lol I loved writing this so much because the reader is petty while shopping just like I am.


It was a miracle, really.

All of the Avengers had the day off. And not just off from missions, either. Tony had no Iron Man suits to patch up, Natasha had no computers to infiltrate, and Steve didn’t have any training to do. Sam is so laid-back that he hardly has anything to do anyway, Wanda usually goes on missions with Steve, and Vision is… well, Vision. None of them have anything to do. You, on the other hand, always have something planned for yourself if you’re not on a mission or training for hours on end. A movie or TV marathon, shopping, taking walks at night. No matter how small it is, it’s better than lounging around the compound and doing nothing. This time around, the same rules apply.

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hell yea theyre dangerous did you see that one just get three jumbo jet puff marshmallows in their mouth at once 

[translation to what kurt’s saying: “logan, ororo, i did it!” “im so happy”