Imagine Steve will 100% do something if Bucky says he shouldn't/won't/can't... and the team tries to see the craziest thing they can get Steve to do.
“No you won’t.” Bucky pinched his eyebrows together for the
most disbelieving expression as he could muster.
Steve scowled and stood,
marching off to his suite.
“Holy shit. What just happened? We’ve been trying to get Steve to get some
rest for days.” Clint was glad that he wasn’t the only one
looking mildly shocked.
Bucky shrugged. “He’s a competitive asshole. There’s no faster way to get him to do
something than to tell him he can’t or won’t.”
Natasha made an interested
sound, but said nothing.
In the morning, Clint
arrived at the communal kitchen to see Steve making pancakes, Natasha sat at
the table in pjs with a steaming mug of coffee.
“Steve’s pretty sure he knows his way around
breakfast, but I guess we’ll have to see.”
She smiled sweetly.
The pancakes were
blueberry chocolate chip. And delicious.
“Guess you were right,
Steve.” Natasha said not at all
begrudgingly and light-as-air.
It seemed unfair how many
times Clint was in the medical bay. But
it was worth it, when he saw Steve
sitting there, holding a compress to his side, Sam calmly (smugly) reading a
book beside him.
“-Don’t give him any more
ammunition than he already thinks he has, Barton,” Steve started, “I’m more
than willing to see a doctor if I need to.
Especially,” he glared at Sam,
“because I know it sets a good example for my team.”
Sam held up a placating
hand. “My bad, man. Guess I had some confirmation bias going on
Clint sat down in the
empty seat next to Sam and wondered whether he’d been hit in the head harder
than he’d originally thought.
“I’m just saying. I get the feeling that maybe you can’t.”
Steve squared his jaw and
stepped decisively in line for the Cyclone.
It wasn’t until after,
laughing and dizzy and leaning on each other for support that Steve studied
Rhodey and said: “I know what you’re all doing, you know. I just can’t help it.”
Rhodey shook his head,
smiling. “Yeah. I know. Bet you can’t eat more fried oreos than I
Summary: When Sam crosses you, you find the perfect way to take your revenge, while making sure you get a little something extra out of it. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester Word Count: 2602 Warnings: Objectification of cookies, really bad puns, sexuality, implied smut, language A/N: This idea came from a very late night conversation with @saxxxology after I was giggling about cookie puns. I hope you all enjoy, I know I did. Beta’d by the lovely @there-must-be-a-lock.
You stomped angrily down the empty hallway of the bunker, your fists clenched tight at your sides, your jaw set and tense. You had finally reached your limit with the Winchesters and this time, there would be Hell to pay.
At first you assumed it was Dean that had broken the sacred oath both boys promised when you moved into the bunker with them eight months ago. You figured he would be the one to break because of his impulse control issues… but then again, he was your combat trainer and should have known you could kick his ass. He wouldn’t cross you.
It wasn’t until you found a long strand of chestnut brown hair at the scene of the crime that you knew it was Sam. For a health nut, the man really had a problem with his cravings. You grabbed the evidence and marched down the hallway into the kitchen, ready to spring on the unsuspecting culprit.
Dean was the first to look up when you quickly stormed into the room. His eyes went wide at your appearance and his mouth dropped open when he saw what you were carrying in your hand.
“Oh, no,” he whispered, drawing the attention of his brother. “Dude, you didn’t…”
“Huh?” Sam looked up at his brother and looked over at you. All the color drained from his face when you dropped the open and empty bag of Oreos on the table in front of him, sending black crumbs skittering across the table.
harry is my baby, my sweet creampuff, my ½ cup of milk, my cookie dough ice cream, my crème brûlèe, my peppermint bark, my candy cane, my strawberry strudel, my New York cheesecake, my ¼th teaspoon of extra virgin olive oil, my double stuff oreo, my red velvet cake, my fried chicken, my keylime pie,
[arrives in your inbox to whisper about the taz college au] Taako in the dorm kitchen making an improvised cheesecake out of cheap cream cheese and oreos and other stuff he's managed to dig up from the backs of the cupboards, and Magnus sits at the table just watching, kinda mesmerized, because that's gotta be magic, dude. Merle's sitting next to him, proofreading his essay and wearing these giant ancient-looking headphones, but even he lifts his head when it starts to smell really delicious.
Hell yeah, I love this! College au returns!
Speaking of Merle in giant headphones, I can so picture Merle being an old-school vinyl man, has a record player on his tiny-ass dorm dresser, and likes to open the windows and put on a record when the weather is nice.
“Smol Announcement, may this Panda please have your attentions” ^w^ ~Oreo 💗
New Panda Blog Coming Soon!!!
I love drawing Oreo, but honestly, that’s not what I, and my whole blog should be about. I want ~This~ Blog to be about me, my comics, jokes, and interests. Animations, well made and cared for art, and creations I can be proud of. So… although Oreo will definitely have plenty of cameos, this blog will not be centered around Him anymore.
Oreo will get His Own Blog! Filled with Cute drawings, Funny pictures, and reblogs of your art and stuff, with His reactions!
In a few days, after a couple of posts that I wanted to make for close friends here, and some posts I had stored up, I will be cleaning out this blog to be centered around good art, animations, and bigger projects, while keeping up (hopefully) with the Oreo stuff daily!
…I know I can't offer much, and I would really love to do another, “everyone who reblogs this gets a drawing”… but I am sorry, I would love to draw all of your characters again, I just don’t have as much free time. I am sorry, if I ever forgot to get yours done. (p.s. some of those drawings are also going up soon that I haven’t given out yet) .. with that being said, I can’t offer anything but please consider reblogging, so people can know about the new blog, if that’s probably what they followed for, or might be interested in! Thank mew!!!🐼💗