“I love you too,” Steve answered softly. He snuggled against Clint as the movie started. It seemed strange as it started with a family sending their children on vacation but the moment the island was revealed, Steve was all in to the movie and couldn’t wait to see the first dinosaurs.
Clint smiled and relaxed, pausing as the doorbell rang and paused the movie, leaning to kiss Steve before getting up to get the food, tipping the driver and locking the door before carrying the bag over. “Everything and then some. I got plenty of fortune cookies, too.” he promised, opening the boxes so Steve could see. “Little bit of everything?” he asked, looking at his mate.
BUT HE DOES LET HAPPY DRIVE HIM WHEN HE’S TAKING PETER HOME, BECAUSE GIVING PETER HIS FULL ATTENTION AFTER DRAGGING HIM INTO THE AIRPORT FIGHT IS MORE IMPORTANT TO TONY THAN FEELING PERSONALLY SAFE
“We’ve discussed this, babe. The idea of your dad gets me off. Doesn’t matter what he’s doin’.” Stupid grin as he looked down at her, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. He was well known for his taste for older men, and teasing Lucy about her father? Too easy. Like shooting fish in a barrel. “Of course I do. You’re the little sister I always wanted, but I got to skip the gross lookin’ after you as a kid bit. That bit always sounded awful.” Arm stayed around her shoulders, keeping her close as they walked out of the building, directing her towards where he’d illegally (as always) parked.
Tristan laughed, nudging her back. “Don’t worry. I’d make sure you weren’t home. I wouldn’t do that to your innocent little self.” He stopped when they reached his car, opening the passenger door for her. “Yeah, sounds great. You’re always free to crash at my place.”
Lucy laughed out loud and shook her head. “Only you would be turned on by the thought of my dad. Thought you were still trying to get into Professor Green’s pants?” she teased, smiling as he tucked some blonde hair behind her ear. Everyone seemed to think she didn’t look like either of her parents; but most people didn’t know her mother was a blonde and her hazel eyes were a mix of both parents. She liked having someone not care about her connections. Life as the daughter of the most dangerous man in Gotham could be lonely. “I was pretty normal as a kid, though. Except my thing for putting tutu on cars.” She laughed. There was still a picture in her room her aunt had taken of her as a kid with cars that had barbie tutus on them. “Oh, you brought the fancy one today.” she mused. “I don’t have to jump up into the hummer, that’s a change.” she said as she climbed in and set her bag at her feet.
“Thank you for the consideration.” she assured with a grin, leaning back in her seat. “We get pizza and soda for dinner, though.” she demanded with a grin.
I really want a plot with a werewolf that has been in wolf form for a long time and/or has lived in the woods most of their life with their family. A human moves into an old cottage/home in their woods and at first they don’t like them and they get angry but they notice that the human is all alone and has no pack so they go visit from time to time and sometimes will leave a small dead animal on the porch and the human is confused until they see this enormous wolf one day. But the wolf slowly moves closer each day until one day they’re just hanging out on the porch and the human thinks it’s okay to pet them and over time they make friends with it until one day they wake up and there’s a random human asleep on their couch, screaming ensues, and the stranger sort of cough barks out their name because their vocal chords are still getting used to this again and they’re like hey human it’s me relax and things go from there.
themusechronicles 