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the-wordbutler:

Remember how I promised to post an adorable fic I wrote about when Sam and Riley met Steve and Bucky? Yeah, I almost forgot about it.

Almost.

Lucky for you, I remembered.

A couple years back—a lifetime ago, really, in the days where he slept like a caveman and waited for…

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Phil Coulson/Thor
Characters: Phil Coulson, Thor (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Non-Hero AU, academic Thor, tailor phil, well really phil works for the tailor, anyway, getting together fic, flirting and a first date
Summary:

Phil works for a tailor, Thor needs some new clothes, and each becomes thoroughly enamoured with the other.

Asker ralkana Asks:
Octopus!Phil. Vague I know, but I want more OctoPhil! :D
tawghasa tawghasa Said:

linguisticjubilee:

Very late, but I finally finished! I can’t write additional moments of OctoPhil at the moment, for ~plot reasons, but I can give you more Octopus!Phil straight from the source, as it were.

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Asker benevalyn Asks:
clint/phil, 12 or 26? :)
tawghasa tawghasa Said:

phaeshmae:

Clint/Coulson, #26 Elevator Meeting (with a twist)

Phil trudged into the lobby of his apartment building, nodding politely to Mrs. Lebowitz who was standing by the collection of mailboxes, swaddled in her quilted house-coat as always, and then shuffled inside the elevator as soon as the doors began to slide open.

Wearily, he pressed the 11th floor button and slouched back against the wall, doing his best to ignore the rail digging low into his back. The elevator stopped on the third floor, and Phil made a minimal effort to straighten up, only to blink in confusion when the doors parted and a scruffy yellow lab was the only passenger to join him in the elevator.

The dog trotted into the center of the car, turned in a few circles, then plopped down on his rump facing the doors.

Phil regarded the dog bemusedly for the rest of the short ride to the 11th floor. When the elevator came to a smooth halt and the doors parted, Phil stepped forward, but the dog made no move.

"Not your floor, buddy?" Phil asked. The dog yipped and kept his seat. Chuckling, Phil stepped past and patted the dog’s head. He held his hand out in front of the door to keep it from closing, then systematically began pushing floor buttons until the full panel was lit. He exited the elevator, calling back, "Good luck!" The doors closed a moment later, the dog’s tail beating against the floor happily.

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Asker tawghasa Asks:
1. Coffee Shop AU - Steve/Sam (or Steve and Sam)
tawghasa tawghasa Said:

phaeshmae:

It starts out innocently enough. But then, don’t these things always do?

Sam steps back from the blender, twisting his torso and blindly reaching out for the for the plastic cup he left on the syrup counter, when the new guy, Steve, yelps behind him and calls out, “Careful! On your left!” Sam drops his arm just in time to avoid the frothing milk sloshing over the edges of the metal pitcher as he bumps into Steve and jostles him.

Sam turns and checks, “You good?” Steve nods. Sam grabs the cup he was going for and pours the frappucino, tops the blended coffee with a hearty helping of whipped cream, drops the drink off at the pick-up counter, and swings around on his pass back through the prep area to collect the mop.

And that’s that.

—-

Except then it starts to become a thing. Sam’s not sure if Steve’s just decided to constantly ere on the side of caution or if he keeps doing it looking to tick Sam off. If he is, it’s damn well close to working.

"On your left," Steve chirps when he slips his arm around Sam to grab a cup from the stack.

"On your left," Steve greets when Sam opens the shop, sidling up to him as Sam struggles with the key that always gets stuck when you try to pull it back out and handing him a glazed donut from the Krispy Kreme at the other end of the strip.

"On your—"

"Yeah, I know," Sam interrupts him when he’s mopping the floor, Steve moving chairs and tables out of the way. "You’re on my left." Steve grins and Sam rolls his eyes.

—-

Sam loiters outside the theater, lazily scanning the faces in the crowd in search of Steve. It’s nearly showtime, but this place always runs a good ten minutes of previews before starting the movie, so he’s not worried about missing anything yet. Still, when a guy asks him out on a date, it’s a definite strike when said guy doesn’t even meet up with him on time.

Sam turns his head to check the red digital clock over the ticket window: only a minute to go. He’s debating just heading in by himself, screw Steve and the ticket he already got for him, when someone comes up behind him and says, “On your left.”

Fighting the dual urge to scowl and grin, Sam pivots and does his best to glare. “You’re lucky you’re cute, dude.”

Steve smiles, that innocent one that’s probably gotten him out of grand theft auto or some shit, and pats the bulging pockets of his jacket. “Sorry, I had to load up with candy. I even got you some Mint Cookie Dough Bites.”

Sam just continues to stare him down, deadpan.

"Plus, I managed to fit a can of soda in my pants pocket," Steve adds proudly.

Sam snorts and starts for the entrance. “And here I was thinking you were just happy to see me.”

Steve falls in quickly with his longer stride and slings his arm up over Sam’s shoulder. “Always.”

This is so cute and wonderful! I love Steve being cheeky, and Sam both rolling his eyes at it and finding it endearing. Yessss, perfect.

justicemuffins:

totalnerdatheart:

justicemuffins replied to your post: ;_;

MAX WAS SO GOOD AND I’M STILL CRYING AND NO BECAUSE NO JASPER WASN’T AND HE WOULDN’T AND HE DIDN’T SO NO MOTHERFUCKERS NO

wasn’t he great 

like I’ve never really seen him in anything else but damn that man has some acting chops on him 

A+ casting right there 

Jasper is on vacation with Victoria and Blake (not TAHITI) and they are all competing to see who gets better first

"I got hit by a truck, I think I win," Jasper announces.

"Technically. You technically got hit by a truck. It doesn’t count of Spider-Man eased most of the blow,” Felix corrects him, shifting uncomfortably. “I got my ribs caved in by Deathlok before Agent May thought it prudent to stop him from stomping on me any further.”

"What do you think, Vic?" Jasper asks, looking over at the third member of their little party.

"I think you shouldn’t ever dare call me ‘Vic’ if you want to avoid being tossed into traffic again," Victoria says flatly, "and that you’re both behaving like babies."

"Do you have any idea what it’s like pretending to be one of them? And then getting thrown into a semi for your troubles?” Jasper says.

"About as much fun as trying to root out all the HYDRA operatives under my command, I would imagine," Victoria points out. "Before being shot and left for dead by them."

"Oh, which reminds me: fuck you, Sitwell," Felix says, squinting against the glare of the sun. "I honestly thought you were one of them."

"That was the whole damn point,” Jasper answers. “And fuck you for being too perceptive for your own good. Why do you think Garrett had Deathlok trying to kill you?”

"Will you two be kissing now or later?" Victoria asks, lowering her shades over her eyes.

"You did not just go there.”

"I wouldn’t kiss Sitwell if my life depended on it."

"…wait, why the fuck not? I’m a great kisser!"

"Oh, don’t go getting offended."

"No, we’re settling this. Let me kiss you."

"Clearly we need to ask them to tone down your pain killers."

"Alright, fine, I’m coming over there."

"What? No. Sitwell, you—Jasper stay the hell away from me.

"Babies," Victoria sighs, leaning back in her recliner as the two men continue to bicker. Of all the people to be stuck on an island paradise with, it would be them. 

Well, at least they’re entertaining to watch.

uofmdragon:

Tawg’s tags:

"Here." Phil flipped the bottle of Sobe to Clint.  "Got that special for you."  It was Clint’s favorite flavor.

"Thanks Sir," Clint replied and there was just a hint of purr there.

Phil smiled, deciding to linger as he supervised clean up operations.  Clint was in good shape, breathing heavily and probably needing to get some extra fluids in him after the fight. He was whole though.

Phil could even keep a close eye as Clint unscrewed the cap and started chugging the juice, His adam’s apple bobbled up and down.  It was a sight to behold and Phil allowed himself the moment to enjoy it.

Clint unfolded himself from where he was seating. He smiled at Phil.

"Jackass," Clint said fondly.  "And yes." He said, before flipping the top back to him.

"Yes, what?" Phil called after him, but Clint was already out of range. 

He glanced down at the cap and froze.  ”Shit.”

The cap clearly read out: Marry Me?

*

"He’s really happy," Natasha stated.

"I know," Phil said, watching as Clint was congratulated by, well, everyone.  The fact that he was telling people spoke volumes.  He hadn’t seen Clint this excited, this happy, since…  Hell, the first special made bow from R&D didn’t compare to this or the first special made bow from Stark.

"You’re not though." Natasha stated.  "Did you not want to get married to him?"

"I never wanted to get married," Phil admitted.  "It was never part of my life."

"Then why propose?"

Phil glanced at her to find her watching him with narrow eyes.  He still hesitated. “I didn’t. I grabbed a bottle, I didn’t realize what was on the inside of the cap.”

"Have you told him?"

Phil gestured to Clint, because really how could he destroy that happiness.

"It’s only going to get worse the longer you wait," Natasha warned, before stepping away. 

Phil knew that it was true. Either way one of them was going to be unhappy and Phil figured that it could just be him.  He could get married and make Clint happy like that.  It was just a piece of paper, just another signature.

*

Phil meant to say something before today, before now. Every time, he’d chickened out, because Clint had beamed and told him about something knew about the wedding plan.  He’d accepted that he was going to get married.

He certainly didn’t expect Clint to storm down the aisle in front of all of their friends and ask.  ”Do you really want to marry me?”

"What?" Phil asked, because he knew he had been hiding it well.  There was a handful of people that knew he’d mistakenly proposed.  "What are you talking about?"

"Answer the question," Clint demanded.

"Clint, I don’t understand where this is coming from."

"Just tell me! Do you want to marry me?"

"Obviously, I do, I’m here. I helped you plan this whole thing."

"Answer the question! Yes or No!"

Phil met Clint’s eyes as they pleaded for an answer.  Phil closed his and glanced away.  ”Clint…”

"You don’t…. What…  Did something change? Did I do something?"

"No," Phil said quickly.  "You never did anything. I love you, I would do anything to make you happy."

"Then why don’t you want to get married anymore? You proposed to me!"

"I… I didn’t propose to you.  I bought you some water. I made sure to grab your favorite flavor and… you were so happy." He reached and pulled Clint close.  "Happy enough for the both of us."

Clint stared at him.  ”No, because I love you, Phil. I don’t want to force you to marry me, because of some bottle cap.”

"It’s okay.  I mean, it’s not like I wasn’t planning on spending the rest of my life with you."

"Yeah?"

"Of course, Clint, I love you. I just… I have never believed in marriage. I never needed a wedding or any of this." 

Clint leaned in and kissed him quickly, before turning to face the crowd. “Wedding’s Canceled!”

"Clint, you don’t have to…’

Clint turned and smiled at him. “Yeah, I do. We’re a team. I’m happy with knowing you want to be with me for as long as we live.  I don’t need to be married.”

Phil smiled.  ”What are we going to do with all the food though and…”

"Party?" Clint suggested.  "I mean our friends all here. Let’s just have a party."

Phil considered.  ”Reception is on! If you touch the cake, before Clint gets to it.  I will taser you and lock you in a closet while I dance the love of my life!”

"And if anyone touches it before Phil, I’m going to put an arrow in your ass."  Clint added.

*

"I have a suggestion," Clint said as he settled back in the bed with his precious cake. 

Phil arched an eyebrow, indicating that Clint should go on.

"Once a year, we get this cake and we celebrate our non-wedding anniversary." He offered Phil a bite of the cake.

Phil took the bite and considered Clint’s proposal as he chewed.  ”Or I could just get this cake for your birthday or the anniversary of our first date or first kiss or…”  He trailed off as he took in Clint’s smile. “Or we could have this cake at all of those things.”

"Now you’re talking," Clint said, taking another bite.

Phil shook his head, but he smiled.  They could do that.  It was really good cake.

Ahhh, this is really cute and sweet! You did really good things with this idea and thank you for writing it :D

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we have all read fanfiction that we shouldn’t have

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just open up tag viewer on this post and settle in with a snack cause ain’t nobody sleeping tonight, friends

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Asker tinykaiju Asks:
Picture: Steve shyly asking Sam to be his fella
tawghasa tawghasa Said:

gyzym:

want to, would love to, but tragically cannot (unless we’re talking an AU), because with the canon as it stands, i see the steve/sam transition from friends to benefits going one of the following ways:

one:

"So, uh," Sam says, "did you want to share the bed, or should I take the floor?" 

Steve gives him an exasperated look. “Yeah, Sam, take the floor. It’s the least you can do, especially after taking a leave of absence from your job to keep me sane while I hunt down my brainwashed best friend. Actually, you know what? I think you should sleep in the hall.” 

Sam rolls his eyes, but the tension in his shoulders eases, and he drops his duffel on the bed. “The hilarious Captain America, folks. Sharing, then?” 

"Sure," Steve says easily, heading towards the shower. Then he grins, wicked, and adds, "Unless, of course, you’ve got some sort of panicky heteronormative idea about the acceptable boundaries between male friends, a concept enforced by the patriarchal structure of — " 

"I am never," Sam groans, collapsing back on the bed, "letting you listen to NPR again. I pick the music for the rest of the trip. I pick the music for the rest of my life.” 

Steve, the irritating bastard, starts humming Trouble Man as he shuts the bathroom door, and just laughs when Sam yells, “You learn too fast! You learn too much,” over the sound of the shower spray. 

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