drinkthatsoda

(Y/n) had trouble understanding other children. Back when she was in the orphanage, other kids often got into trouble by doing things that didn’t make sense, like locking the doors to the toilets from the inside and climbing over them, or creating different groups of children so they could be rivals and fight against each other. Sometimes they even blamed (Y/n) for certain things so they wouldn’t get yelled at by the caretakers, even though (Y/n) was always by her own and played by her own, and never did anything to anger or hurt the other children. Even now, a few years later, other children still didn’t make much sense. (

When Tony had left the Stark Tower a few weeks ago, he certainly didn't expect to see a small child lying on a bench, fast asleep. Tony had seen many things in his life as Iron Man, even a sudden attack from a stranger wouldn't surprise him that much anymore. But this? It was already getting dark outside, and it didn't seem like the child's parents would have shown up soon. He had gotten a bit closer to examine it; It seemed to be a little girl, maybe 4 or 5 years old, with (h/c) hair, (s/c) skin and a little coat as blanket to cover her shivering form. He had checked his watch two times, waited for at least 15 minutes for someone to come, b

Y/n put her car into drive and screeched out of the grocery store parking lot. Mentally she was still going over her grocery list, trying to make sure she had gotten everything. Eggs – check. Lettuce and tomatoes – check. Ben and Jerry’s, tortilla chips, blueberries and about a million other things – check, check, check. She still felt like she was forgetting something. She gazed over the tops of her sunglasses at the open road. Y/n bit her lip. She was missing something. The girl leaned back and flicked on the radio. Then it hit her. She had to get her car inspected today. Like today today. “Shit!” Y/n

“Oh my god Dean, please pick up,” Y/n gasped. Blood seeped through her fingers as she desperately clutched the knife jutting out of her lower stomach. She propped herself up against the cement wall. You’ve reached Agent Smith, leave your name, number, and a detailed description of your problem. Beep. “Dean, where are you? I need your help; I really messed up this time. Call me back,” Y/n hung up the phone and let her head fall back. The decapitated bodies of two ghouls lay beside her. She hadn’t known there were two. Just as she separated the second one’s head from its neck, he stabbed her in the g

“I’m really glad we’re finally doing this,” Sam said as Y/n jogged beside him. He’d been asking her to be his running partner for over a month. “Don’t get too excited, it’s a one time thing,” Y/n huffed. Their sneakers pounded the pavement simultaneously. “I only agreed so you would stop bugging me.” “Who knows, you could get hooked.” “I will not, I hate jogging.” “No you don’t, you just hate waking up this early.” Y/n laughed. The sun cast purple rays into the sky as it crawled out from the darkness of night. The national mal

 Pietro always had a jealous streak. He knew this. Wanda had pointed it out to him many times. But it had gotten so much worse after he and his sister joined the Avengers. More importantly, after he met Y/n. It didn’t help that all the Avengers were living in the same place (Stark tower) and that everyone loved Y/n. She was best friends with everyone on the team. It was amazing to watch her interact with all these different personalities. Her and Clint talked constantly (gossip was one of their shared interests). Steve loved to hang out with her. She was one of the only people he could talk about his past with. Y/n thought it was g

"How did the sales call go?" Jim raised a brow, leaning against the vending machine to get a closer look at your face. You gave him your famous 'what-the-hell' look before playfully pushing him out of the way purchase a grape soda. "I was with Dwight. How do you think it went?" "Of course, but I'm sure you have stories." Bending down, you grabbed the can and poked Jim's forehead. "We made out in front of the client, then had sex in his car. Really, Jim. You should get back to work. It's my break, not yours," you stuck your tongue out at Jim's chuckle, rolling your eyes. "Besides, Dwight will kill you if he sees you flirting with me." "Oh-

“I vow that everyone here shall suffer if someone does not remove this fiend from my person!” Loki growls as he tries to untangle your curious fingers from the silken edge of his pants. Thor’s laughter is booming as he steps forward to pick you up and hold you in one of his large arms. “Now brother, this tiny lady is no fiend,” Thor coos playfully, stretching out a single finger to tickle at your belly. You laugh giddily, small fingers wrapping about his finger, a large grin on your face. “Yes,” Sif says in that gentle baby voice everyone seems so keen on adopting when in the presence of an infant