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honestly mad respect to peter for listening to this sad sloppy wet bag of a man talk about killing his own dad when he was 7 literally like 1 hour after meeting him and still going for it

🩷💜💙 Just a little Marcus Keane bisexual edit 🩷💜💙

Smartphone || drabble

Words: 1059

Warnings: none at all

SUMMARY:  Bucky and Steve and their first time with smartphone

Request by: Anonymous

Author: Cass and Beast.

It was a day like many else before. Bucky, sitting on the couch at the Avengers' Tower, was playing with a little object in his hands.

Steve walked to him and looked at lil object. "Is it Stark's phone, Bucky? I think he told you to not touch his stuff." Steve muttered and sat next to his friend.

"Yeaaah, I've heard all this before, pal" Bucky shrugged slightly, moving one of his metal fingers over the screen. "I like to make him mad. Besides. It's only a piece of metal and glass."

"A piece of metal and glass that is really important for him, just like for everyone in these days." Steve only shrugged. "I have no idea what interesting is in those smartphone or whatever... In our times we didn't have stuff like this." He muttered.

"Heh" Bucky rolled his eyes. "That dude can't spend even 5 minutes without this device. I'm curious what he would do if I would hide it somewhere..." Bucky giggled under his breath. "Our century was much different, Steve. Maybe harder, but better."

"One day he will kick you out of here. You are cruel for him. Father's day and Stark gets a cup from you.. With words "I love my dad" and you HAD to add "Sorry Tony" using permanent marker." Steve rolled his eyes and looked at his friend. "What are you doing there?" He said and slowly looked at phone.

"Oh, c'mon Stevie!" Bucky poked Steve's leg. "I just wanna see his reaction" brunette got up and looked around. "Maybe here..." he approached the bookshelf and when he tried to put phone behind books, he accidentally unlocked the screen. "Fuck!"

"Hey, hey!" with flash hand he carefully moved his finger along the screen. "The fuck is that, Steve? I've never seen something like that before.."

"It's just a phone Bucky. I saw how Tony uses it, he just moves his fingers and touches it and the phone do whatever he wants."

"Lemma try this" Bucky, without a blink, started to click each of the icons on the screen. "Oh.. How many numbers... Mom.. Mostly to women. Precious informations" Bucky chuckled darkly.

Steve gently smacked Bucky in the back of his head. "Remember that those numbers can be also important for him." He said. "Maybe try to touch the other... lil picture on this phone." Steve said, he couldn't help said he became a bit curious.

Bucky looked at his pal. "Really, man?" he rolled his eyes annoyed. But he followed Steve's advice and he touched another icon. "Shit, man, I've just started recording... Wait!" Bucky raised his hand with the phone in it. "Hi, Tony! Don't worry, your phone is a good hands!" Bucky waved to the camera.

"Just don't kick him out Tony, please. Turn it off back. Now" Steve muttered. "Gimme that." Steve took the phone and returned to the couch. "What else can be here..?" Man said and looked at his friend.

Bucky eagerly followed his friend and jumped on the couch. "Hey, I wanna see too!"

"Stark is gonna kill us pal." Steve smiled softly and opened phone's gallery. "Oh... look at that, photos... and there is our video... shell we look at all photos?"

"Are ya kidding me, Steve?!" Bucky blinked. "Sure! We have to!" Bucky wrapped his metal arm around Steve's shoulders to see phone better.

Steve laughed shortly. "Sooo..." He started look trough photos. "So... there is Pepper... Rhodey in hospital... This new kid, Parker, and of course... photos with many different women... Now you Buck." Steve said and gave phone back to his friend.

"Pepper would be soooo mad" Bucky pretended to be sad. "Well.. Wait.. I recognize that funny thing looking like a bird." Bucky clicked the icon and entered Stark's twitter.

"You aren't good in pretending." Steve shook his head and moved closer to Bucky. "What is it, pal?"

"Once I saw how Stark was.. How he said.. Was updating his status on.. Twitter thing... Or something like that.."

Steve only shook his head. "I think I'm too old for this, Buck."

"Me too... But.." Bucky managed to use the keyboard.

STEVE & BUCKY WERE THERE. XOXO

After writing he presses on the "post it" button. "Done."

Steve laughed. "Soo! What now? Maybe he has some music here? I'm wonder what is he listening to."

Bucky tried to click another icon, but somehow he clasped the device in his metal hand and he crushed it. "Fuck me."

Steve blinked. "Yea! I told you." He frowned. "What now?"

"PAAAARKEEEEERRR!" Bucky yelled loudly.

"Really, Buck. What he's gonna do? He is just a kid." Steve muttered looking at his friend.

"PARKER, move your lazy ass here!!!" Bucky yelled again.

"What WHAT! What?! Aliens? Thanos? or something else what is very evil?!" Peter jumped into room really surprised and confused.

"Catch it, kid!!" Bucky threw crushed phone at Parker's direction.

“Woohoo! Wait! This is Mr. Stark's phone… What have you done?" He asked. Steve shrugged. "His fault." He pointed at Bucky.

"Traitor" Bucky poked Steve's shoulder. "I accidentally broked this. But.. Now you are holding this.. So.. None of my fault" he giggled.

"Um..." Peter looked at Bucky even more confused.

Steve sighed deeply. "Bucky, he is just a kid. You can't treat him like this." Man slowly got up and walked to Peter, he took the phone from him. "Go to your room. I will take care of this.”

Peter slowly nodded and quickly left the room.

~Few hours later~

"My phone... Where did I left it?” Tony muttered to himself, looking into every place where he could possibly left his phone. Kitchen -no. Bathroom - no. living room - no. Bedroom - no. "F.R.I.D.A.Y, do you know where my phone is?! If not, can you locate it for me?" He muttered deeply annoyed. "I can't do that Mr. Stark, but I want to inform you that Steve Rogers left something in your office.” Tony rolled his eyes and quickly went to his office. He saw something on his desk, he also saw small note. Tony walked closer and saw that this 'something’ was his phone. Crushed. He looked at the note. "Hey, Tony... Your phone had small accident... Bucky is sorry. - Steve" Tony could felt how anger was growing inside him.

"BARNES! I TOLD YOU SOMETHING ABOUT TOUCHING MY STUFF!"

P E T E R

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at some point this has had to happen (after the snape calling lily the 'm' word situation).

snape: *taps james's back at breakfast

james: *aggressively turns around

james: what, snivey?

snape: how's your girlfriend?

james: *confused but trying not to show it* I don't have a girlfriend...yet

snape: i know im just reminding you.

snape: *swiftly walks off*

james: *yells* hey snivey

everyone (including teachers): *looks up from food to see whats going on*

james: how's your mom?

everyone including lily and regulus except Slytherin: *laughing too loudly

minnie: *whispers* nice one, potter

New Contact

Spiderman x fem!reader

pt. 2

⤞ My masterlist ⤝

Summary: In a world where nobody remembers who Peter Parker is, the poor boy is slowly building his life again, especially when it comes to MJ. He hopes to gradually restore their lost relationship when he meets another girl, a new contact he didn't know he needed.

Warning: Spiderman No Way Home spoilers but honestly, who hasn't seen that masterpiece at this point???

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"Aaand you're back," MJ commented as her regular customer entered the cafeteria she worked part-time in. It was about 2 months since this mysterious boy entered the place for the first time, his actions rather odd at that time. MJ could recall the way his puppy dog eyes stared at her for good 20 minutes before he blabbered out his order. And even then his dark brown eyes hadn't left her, following her behind the counter as she served him and other customers.

"Hey," he waved his hand at her quickly as usual before glueing himself behind the computer in front of her. He comfortably leaned both his hands on the wooden counter, rubbing his palms and sucking his lower lip as he glanced at the early summer offer filled with new special drinks. "You're gonna have chocolate moccha, right?" her quiet voice caught his attention, a small smile playing on his lips as he nodded. "You know it!" he grinned as she smiled back, pushing himself away from the counter. He sat at a small table in the corner of the cafe, where he had the best view of the whole counter.

While waiting for his coffee to be served by his former girlfriend who has forgotten him, Peter resolved to playing on his phone, checking the push notification of breaking news he got, one more bizarre than the other.

However, he didn't forget to check on MJ taking orders whilst she made his chocolate moccha, occassionally catching her eyes meeting his as he found her staring at him from time to time, making heat spread from his ears to his cheeks. Each time her lips broke into a small smile. Peter waved and smiled back, boping his head into the beat of the song coming from the speakers, when his phone buzzed.

Another notification interrupted him, making him jump from his seat, startling MJ who was just now bringing him his coffee. "I gotta go, sorry, thanks for the coffee, I'll drink it later!" he managed to spit out before his feet sent him flying across the cafe and out the door to the street, his heart cursing his unstable job more than ever.

"And he's gone," MJ spoke to the empty chair she was now facing, letting out a loud sigh as her body relaxed again, her second hand holding the cup now letting it go as she took the money Peter left behind. No matter how many times he has ordered and disappeared like this, she could never get quite used to the oddness of the boy.

"Hi, I am so sorry about yesterday, my job-" Peter rushed into the shop the next day, an hour before MJ's shift was to end.

"Excuse me? Can I help you sir?"

He stopped in his tracks, completely freezing on the spot as his head turned to the counter as an unfamiliar voice found its way into his ear.. But today, despite the schedule Peter has studied thoroughly, the girl standing in front of him wasn't MJ. It wasn't her smile, it wasn't her voice, it wasn't her eyes looking at him with curiosity. No, this was someone else, a new girl he hasn't seen before but he already could tell that he didn't like her very much. Mostly because it was supposed to be MJ, and it wasn't. "I'm sorry," he managed to let out, finally moving from the front of the door. The girl tilted her head, one of her eyebrows rising while her polite smile seemed to be fighting with an amused one.

"That's okay, what can I get you?" she waved her hand, the polite shape her lips were stretched into staying on top. She watched as Peter eyed the offer, unbeknownst to her, waiting for MJ to tell him his usual offer but his eyes were gliding through the different colours and prizes of the drinks for too long now.

"The strawberry milkshake is one of the best," she leaned in, following her gaze to the summer offers, a small smirk on her lips. "Really?" Peter looked at her briefly, pulling back at the sudden closeness before getting back to the offer, his chocolate eyes now stuck on the strawberry milkshake. "Then one strawberry milkshake, please," he forced a sweet smile, cursing himself for not ordering a chocolate moccha he craved.

"It's my favorite," the waitress nodded, her teeth showing as she typed the order to the computer in front of her. "Mhm," Peter only brought himself to hum, eyes wandering all around the cafe, in hopes of spotting MJ cleaning tables or coming out of the storeroom. But she wasn't in today.

"Where's MJ?" he found himself asking, eyes still looking at everything else but the girl in front of him. "She's not working today. Why?" he got back another question, his eyes finally meeting the girl's wary ones. "She was supposed to help me study," Peter came up with the first lie he thought about, immediately face-palming himself in his head. Yeah, sure, study, when he wasn't even attending a proper college. Yet, it seemed to convince her.

"Really? That's odd. She's on a vacation with her friends for next two weeks, so I don't get why she would offer you tutoring knowing she would be gone," the waitress raised her eyebrows, moving from the computer to the mixer, Peter finding himself following her unconciously, his eyes now stuck on her, beggin for answers. "With her... friends?"

"Yeah? Aren't you... friends?" The loud sound of the mixer cut Peter out before he could say anything back, making him stare at the moving mixture, contemplating his answer.

"I guess not... We don't have that much contact," he sighed sadly once the noise had stopped, the girl turning around just to watch his shoulders slump down as he sat by the wooden counter this time, completely ignoring his usual spot. "I'm sorry..." she hummed, pouring the milkshake to the glass in front of her.

"Maybe you should find some new contacts," her voice made him lift his head, watching her as she handed him the drink, taking it when the sun from outside broke  through the windows to light her up in its beams, all this for Peter to watch as a sweet strawberry taste from the straw spread on his tongue, bringing him to hum quietly in satisfaction. Her smile widened at his response. "Told you," she winked at him before getting back to work. And in that moment, he couldn't help but agree. The strawberry milkshake was truly one of the best he ever had.

"I attend MIT as well," the girly voice broke him out of scrolling through his phone mindlessly, the waitress standing in front of him once again.  "So, if you need any help, let me know," a hand appeared next to his drink, sliding a small paper towards him with a name and a phone number. "I'm Y/n," he looked up to find her with an extended hand towards him again. "You're new contact,"

That evening Peter found himself contemplating whether to call you or not. He held the small folded paper in his pocket on the whole way home, placing it on top of the books on his table as soon as he got into his small apartment. He stared at it for hours, picking up his phone from time to time, wishing he could text Ned or even MJ about it, but he couldn't. He didn't have their contacts, he had no one, there was only one phone number on his contact list and that was the old cellphone of aunt May, now lying somewhere under the ruins of their old apartment building. And that meant no one. He had no one.

Well, not exactly. Now he had a new contact.

You.

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part 2?

My pookie bear did not kill anyone. (probably)

Why I'm still thinking Loki's not dead (also I'm too weak to admit it)

Thor survived in space

You can't breathe in space

Which mean Thor can either hold his breathe for a very long time (enough to make it until the Guardians came to save him), or that he doesn't need to breathe (I don't think so but anyway)

All of this because he's a freaking God (is there another explanation? Please tell me)

You know who else is a freaking God?

Loki

Who died because Thanos strangled him, so he couldn't breathe anymore

Thanos didn't held him as long as Thor had to wait in space

Which mean

Loki's freaking alive and he survived some way, 'cause he's the God of mischief duh

Please let me believe that, I need Loki alive for my heart

Hai Ashton :3 I made a petre/pet dreamer side blog- I’ll also be posting cg stuff and reblogging little stuff there, so if you’re interested it’s @sunnylilpubby :33

:0 waow

I'll def check that out!

If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.