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Black Eyes || hotmesspepperpotts

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Pepper groaned and rolled her eyes, she really should have seen that coming - it was Tony after all. She chuckled a bit though, and smacked his chest lightly, “Don’t be crass,” she mumbled as he played with her hair. “I suppose we should stop by there, huh? Get a lawyer… Get this whole thing started.”

Nodding in agreement, Tony kissed Pepper’s nose with a small reassuring smile. “It would be the smart thing to do. While the evidence is still… fresh.” Wincing slightly at the mental reminder of her black eye, Tony sighed, pulling her a bit closer to kiss her forehead protectively, whispering, “Never again… No one will hurt you ever again…”

Pepper smiled weakly at Tony, “I know, because I’ve got you now.” She stepped off his lap and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you for everything Tony….” With a sigh, she squeezed his hand, “Let’s go.”

"You don’t have to thank me," Tony assured Pepper, rising to his feet and pressing a kiss to her temple, "It’s the least I can do… really. If it were entirely up to me, this guy would be dead by now.”

(Source: josh-just-a-local-ramsay)

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He mentioned pizza and almost as if on cue my stomach growled. I took a piece immediately. I think the last time I’d eaten was at least a day ago. I practically scarfed it down before grabbing another. I hoped he wouldn’t mind that I had taken two. I considered a third slice…but two should be enough. Satisfied I waited for him to come back out.

I hated going into places like these. Not because they were dingy and disgusting, but because people wouldn’t recognize me and if they did, they didn’t care that I was Tony Stark. In fact, I was probably a prime victim in a mugging situation. 

"Hey, pal!" I shout when I see someone who looked like a bouncer, dressed all in black and startlingly tall. Curse my short height. "Have you seen a red Gibson 25/50?"

I wondered if I should have offered to go in for him. Considering he was rich he might get mugged. He was also pretty such and un-intimidating to anyone that didn’t recognize him. Should I go in and make sure he was alright? It was taking him awhile…

"Maybe. What’s it worth to you, pretty boy?"

Frowning at the sassy remark, I sigh and shake my head, glancing around before tugging a $50 out of my wallet. “How’s that settle for you?”

The bouncer stares at the money for a minute before taking it and stuffing it in his pocket, pointing his thumb toward the stage carelessly. “Check back there. No promises that someone didn’t grab it already.”

No, probably better for me to wait in the car. I wasn’t going to attempt to steal it…or pieces from it but someone else might. Plus it was warm and I didn’t want to be cold again. Seats were comfy to…I could also take a nap here.

Sighing, I follow his directions, figuring it was as much help as I was going to get. It was a miracle the guy hadn’t just taken my money and then demanded more if I wanted to live. Maybe I was being stereotypical and biased, but I hated dives like this.

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Mr Stark, welcome. I din’t expect you in my humble house.

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"The bad boy complex plus the beauty and the beast story!" Loki got a card from his back pocket. "You obviously have the info, but now you have my card. You’re welcome here any time. You and Pepper, if she wants to meet me too." He handed his card to Tony. "Sol and I don’t have guests very often."

Tony grinned as he stuck the card into his jacket pocket, raising a curious eyebrow at Loki’s final statement. “Sol?”

"My cat." Loki sighed and looked round on the floor, but the cat wasn’t anywhere in the living room. Then he said proudly, "The only cat that’s used to being teleported from room to room and spoken to by someone who isn’t present."

"Sounds like a unique kitty, indeed," Tony agreed with a slight smirk, his eyes darting around with absent hopefulness of spotting the animal. It was a little known fact that he adored cats; he was as bad as the people in those cat treat commercials when no one was looking. But, he’d never had one of his own as a child due to his mother’s allergies, and he’d refrained from ever getting one of his own purely because pets and nuclear weapons didn’t really mix. Regardless, that didn’t make him any less of a cat person. 

The man looked sincere. Loki said, “I’ll get him,” and closed his eyes. A few seconds later he opened his eyes and focused on a spot on the floor in front of the sofa. A little mew was heard and the black and brown long-fur cat appeared there. He sat and scratched himself, looking from one man to another.

Laughing, a smirk pulled at Tony’s lips when the cat seemed to appear out of thin air. “Well, that’s certainly handy.” Grinning, Tony bent over in his seat a bit to scratch behind its fluffy ears.

Sol half-closed his eyes and, after he was scratched, stared at Tony.
"Sol, meet Tony. he’s one of the people I’ve told you of." Loki smiled.
Sol stepped closer and sat with his back against Tony’s leg.

Smirking, Tony raising an eyebrow at Loki as he continued to pet the cat’s fur, earning a purr. “You’ve talked about me, huh?”

Black Eyes || hotmesspepperpotts

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“I’m glad,” Pepper mumbled, returning the sweet kiss to his nose before kissing the corner of his mouth. She nestled against his chest with a smile, “Since you did your work, we’ve got a bit of free time until I have to get ready for our date,” Pep smirked, “What do you suggest we do?”

"Well, you know what I’d like to do, but you usually claim it isn’t suitable for the workplace.” Snickering, Tony shook his head, playing with Pepper’s hair with a sigh. “I dunno, hon. We could swing by the lawyer’s office if you want… Get the ball rolling.” 

Pepper groaned and rolled her eyes, she really should have seen that coming - it was Tony after all. She chuckled a bit though, and smacked his chest lightly, “Don’t be crass,” she mumbled as he played with her hair. “I suppose we should stop by there, huh? Get a lawyer… Get this whole thing started.”

Nodding in agreement, Tony kissed Pepper’s nose with a small reassuring smile. “It would be the smart thing to do. While the evidence is still… fresh.” Wincing slightly at the mental reminder of her black eye, Tony sighed, pulling her a bit closer to kiss her forehead protectively, whispering, “Never again… No one will hurt you ever again…”

(Source: josh-just-a-local-ramsay)

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Mr Stark, welcome. I din’t expect you in my humble house.

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"The bad boy complex plus the beauty and the beast story!" Loki got a card from his back pocket. "You obviously have the info, but now you have my card. You’re welcome here any time. You and Pepper, if she wants to meet me too." He handed his card to Tony. "Sol and I don’t have guests very often."

Tony grinned as he stuck the card into his jacket pocket, raising a curious eyebrow at Loki’s final statement. “Sol?”

"My cat." Loki sighed and looked round on the floor, but the cat wasn’t anywhere in the living room. Then he said proudly, "The only cat that’s used to being teleported from room to room and spoken to by someone who isn’t present."

"Sounds like a unique kitty, indeed," Tony agreed with a slight smirk, his eyes darting around with absent hopefulness of spotting the animal. It was a little known fact that he adored cats; he was as bad as the people in those cat treat commercials when no one was looking. But, he’d never had one of his own as a child due to his mother’s allergies, and he’d refrained from ever getting one of his own purely because pets and nuclear weapons didn’t really mix. Regardless, that didn’t make him any less of a cat person. 

The man looked sincere. Loki said, “I’ll get him,” and closed his eyes. A few seconds later he opened his eyes and focused on a spot on the floor in front of the sofa. A little mew was heard and the black and brown long-fur cat appeared there. He sat and scratched himself, looking from one man to another.

Laughing, a smirk pulled at Tony’s lips when the cat seemed to appear out of thin air. “Well, that’s certainly handy.” Grinning, Tony bent over in his seat a bit to scratch behind its fluffy ears.

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Black Eyes || hotmesspepperpotts

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"How about Lorenzillo’s? The little Mexican place downtown?" Pepper suggested, "We can make our, quote unquote, announcement then." She smiled and took her seat on his lap once more as he finished signing, "How’s that sound?"

"Sounds perfect," Tony stated honestly, planting a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose with a grin, his arms winding their way around her waist to pull her closer on his lap.

“I’m glad,” Pepper mumbled, returning the sweet kiss to his nose before kissing the corner of his mouth. She nestled against his chest with a smile, “Since you did your work, we’ve got a bit of free time until I have to get ready for our date,” Pep smirked, “What do you suggest we do?”

"Well, you know what I’d like to do, but you usually claim it isn’t suitable for the workplace.” Snickering, Tony shook his head, playing with Pepper’s hair with a sigh. “I dunno, hon. We could swing by the lawyer’s office if you want… Get the ball rolling.” 

(Source: josh-just-a-local-ramsay)

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I nodded at that. I tried to think of how much money I needed to get by. The motel I was staying at charged about 100 per week add 5 bucks a week for laundry, 10 a month for things like toothpaste and shampoo, and maybe 30 a week for food. So a month’s worth was about 550-600. Was that too greedy? 

He didn’t really seem to know where he was going. “Which club are you looking for?” I’d been here a while I might know where it is.

"Club Red?" I say with slight distaste, shaking my head at the unoriginal name. "He and his band were supposed to play, but got kicked out for being minors. He claimed he ‘didn’t have time to get the guitar’." Shaking my head again, I sigh. I’d likely driven all the way out here for nothing; a Gibson that expensive wouldn’t stay in one place long before someone snagged it. "You know where it is?"

"Yeah, turn right up here then it’s another block down." I had passed it a few times. Went in once, people always think I’m older than I actually am so no one carded me. Not a bad place to warm up. Sounded like it was an expensive guitar if he had driven all the way here just to pick it up. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t buy a new one. 

Nodding my comprehension as I follow his directions, I heave a sigh of slight relief when the flickering neon sign up ahead indicates that we’d finally arrived. Unfastening my seatbelt, I jab my thumb indicatively toward the backseat. “There’s pizza back there if you’re hungry. I stopped on the way.”

With that, I hop out of the car, trusting that the kid wouldn’t take off with it; and even if he did, I’d be able to find it easily enough. Build in tracking devices were a necessity with two teenagers.

He mentioned pizza and almost as if on cue my stomach growled. I took a piece immediately. I think the last time I’d eaten was at least a day ago. I practically scarfed it down before grabbing another. I hoped he wouldn’t mind that I had taken two. I considered a third slice…but two should be enough. Satisfied I waited for him to come back out.

I hated going into places like these. Not because they were dingy and disgusting, but because people wouldn’t recognize me and if they did, they didn’t care that I was Tony Stark. In fact, I was probably a prime victim in a mugging situation. 

"Hey, pal!" I shout when I see someone who looked like a bouncer, dressed all in black and startlingly tall. Curse my short height. "Have you seen a red Gibson 25/50?"

I wondered if I should have offered to go in for him. Considering he was rich he might get mugged. He was also pretty such and un-intimidating to anyone that didn’t recognize him. Should I go in and make sure he was alright? It was taking him awhile…

"Maybe. What’s it worth to you, pretty boy?"

Frowning at the sassy remark, I sigh and shake my head, glancing around before tugging a $50 out of my wallet. “How’s that settle for you?”

The bouncer stares at the money for a minute before taking it and stuffing it in his pocket, pointing his thumb toward the stage carelessly. “Check back there. No promises that someone didn’t grab it already.”

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"Define distracted. What has been distracting you?"

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"Well, for starters, the suits. The newest model isn’t configuring properly with JARVIS’s database, and I wanted to have the problem solved days ago."

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"And that’s your definition of a distraction? Anything else?"

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"Well, uh… no. No, not really."

(Source: josh-just-a-local-ramsay)

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I nodded at that. I tried to think of how much money I needed to get by. The motel I was staying at charged about 100 per week add 5 bucks a week for laundry, 10 a month for things like toothpaste and shampoo, and maybe 30 a week for food. So a month’s worth was about 550-600. Was that too greedy? 

He didn’t really seem to know where he was going. “Which club are you looking for?” I’d been here a while I might know where it is.

"Club Red?" I say with slight distaste, shaking my head at the unoriginal name. "He and his band were supposed to play, but got kicked out for being minors. He claimed he ‘didn’t have time to get the guitar’." Shaking my head again, I sigh. I’d likely driven all the way out here for nothing; a Gibson that expensive wouldn’t stay in one place long before someone snagged it. "You know where it is?"

"Yeah, turn right up here then it’s another block down." I had passed it a few times. Went in once, people always think I’m older than I actually am so no one carded me. Not a bad place to warm up. Sounded like it was an expensive guitar if he had driven all the way here just to pick it up. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t buy a new one. 

Nodding my comprehension as I follow his directions, I heave a sigh of slight relief when the flickering neon sign up ahead indicates that we’d finally arrived. Unfastening my seatbelt, I jab my thumb indicatively toward the backseat. “There’s pizza back there if you’re hungry. I stopped on the way.”

With that, I hop out of the car, trusting that the kid wouldn’t take off with it; and even if he did, I’d be able to find it easily enough. Build in tracking devices were a necessity with two teenagers.

He mentioned pizza and almost as if on cue my stomach growled. I took a piece immediately. I think the last time I’d eaten was at least a day ago. I practically scarfed it down before grabbing another. I hoped he wouldn’t mind that I had taken two. I considered a third slice…but two should be enough. Satisfied I waited for him to come back out.

I hated going into places like these. Not because they were dingy and disgusting, but because people wouldn’t recognize me and if they did, they didn’t care that I was Tony Stark. In fact, I was probably a prime victim in a mugging situation. 

"Hey, pal!" I shout when I see someone who looked like a bouncer, dressed all in black and startlingly tall. Curse my short height. "Have you seen a red Gibson 25/50?"