Steve looked up from his book, blue eyes not nearly as tired as he felt. “Why is that, June?”
“I was just wondering if you wanted to mate–DATE I MEANT DATE.” [Derek or Peter? Or both? Idk]
Peter looked up as he heard, arching a brow. “To which of u was that for, Seth?” he asked, amused.
Random Sentence Starters
“Look what you made me did!”
“I said war, not four!”
“Would you like some chicken muffins?”
“Alcohol makes everything better. Drink up.”
“Cats are often good judges of character and mine hates you. What’s that tell you?”
“There is no such thing as too much coffee.”
“If I can’t taste the diabetes, my coffee isn’t sweet enough.”
“If God intended for us to eat a vegan diet, why the hell did he make animals so tasty?”
“You’re going to strangle me? Let me get your step stool first.”
“Uno, Yahtzee, Sorry, Monopoly all have something in common. A marriage has ended over a round of each game that went wrong.”
“That’s no kitty, that’s a demon.”
“The spider’s holding me hostage again!”
“If someone breaks in tonight, it’s been nice knowing you.”
“Your coffee is as dark as your sense of humor.”
“I’m not drunk enough to deal with your bullshit right now.”
okay but an au where muse a summons a demon of lust to have their first time with; it’s all fine and dandy, transaction’s made, they probably break the bed, muse a is properly deflowered and when they wake up the demon’ll be gone. great.
except muse b, the demon of lust, thinks the apartment is pretty neat and decides to stay. it’s like having an unwanted roommate. a cocky, lusty demon as roommate.
yeah, not so fine and dandy.
“You know she could’ve stopped that fight at the airport in 5 seconds if she were at the peak of her powers.” – Joe Russo
Steve hummed softly as Bucky tugged him closer. “m’kay,” he answered, unable to really deny Bucky anything as he slid off the stool and walked back to their bedroom with him. He crawled back into bed and tugged Bucky close once he was in bed as well. He curled up against him, laying his head on the other’s chest and holding him close. “Love you, Bucky…”
Bucky made sure the warm was comfortable for them, holding Steve close and leaning to kiss Steve’s temple. “Love ya, too, Stevie. Get some sleep, you really do need it.” He urged, one hand moving to pet through blonde hair. “I’ll be here when you wake up, I swear.” He promised, closing his eyes. It was oddly reminiscent of the days before his fall, when he would sneak to Steve’s quarters and hold him close because Steve was the only thing he knew was real for a while before the missions needed him. He lay quietly for a few minutes before he started humming an old song, one he used to sing when all they had was a rundown kitchen to dance in when they weren’t struggling to make ends meet.
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