Youngblood would totally sneak into the human realm to trick-or-treat and you cannot convince me otherwise.
One day a year where the ghost kids get to do kid stuff and nobody cares because they aren't wrecking anything. (Except that time someone ran out of candy and Youngblood shot cannonballs at their house)
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I feel like Ash, who would have no previous driving record of any kind, would be extremely unnaturally good at drifting any vehicle he’s controlling. Bike, car, boat, you name it and he can drift it.
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"If Victor Vale has a million hater, then I am one of them. If Victor Vale has ten haters, then I am one of them. If Victor Vale has only one hater then that is me. If Victor Vale has no haters, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is for Victor Vale, then I am against the world."
Eli Cardale Ever
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Steve: *glares downing champange*
Steve: *loosens his bow tie*
Tony stared at captian america, Steve freaking Rogers part the crowd towards the target of his ire. He took a sip of sparkling cider eying bucky who mumbled, "Steve is about to lose his shit."
The target was a man who excessively flirting with an ever polite colonel who, for the fifth time tried to end the conversation. If not for the sudden twitching brow, Steve would have stayed back but no
Steve tried not to be a possessive man, but he can't help it. Throwing to bow tie into his pocket, he popped a button, finger run his hair out as he hooked both hands on rhodes arm.
"Hi. Steven Rogers." He gave a smile that could cut ice and burn the onlooker. Who took a step back but eyed him with something that made Steve bare all teeth, like he was punched in the mouth and grinned sweetly. Practiced.
Rhodes hand placed on top of his hands, the colonel looked at him. Steve kept eyes on the person who couldnt take a hint.
"I was just telling the colonel how impress I am with him, I just wanted to get to know him more." The sly smile, blown pupils, heavy chest heaving. Steve licked at his teeth hating how he can read what that meant.
Steve nodded, head tilting boyishly. The awe shucks, gosh really tilt, "and, did MY colonel say anything? No? No thank you? I appreciate that but fuck off?" Steve blinked cutely with his same plastered on grin.
Somewhere among the crowd, clint and Natasha voices carried with laughter. Steve cursing was a pissed Steve.
"He didnt-"
Rhodes cheeks darken in color, as steve took a step in front, arms crossing pushing the fabric to its limits, "I'm saying it. Fuck," he leaned in hair swimming across his forehead, the person leaning back, "off."
Politely and quickly, the man left. The crowd disperse faster when the icy glower was aimed at them. Lips pursed and jaw clench until rhodes whispered something.
Steve, like a switch flipped, calmed and pointed to the buffet table. Words exchanged, "your colonel?"
Steve cheeks redden waving at the phrase, "my, the. Words are confusing."
The others stood there watching the two wander to the food. Tony stopped the time, "5 minutes and steve had effectively made sure everyone knows."
Bucky took a bite of the semi bland food, "his realization officially they are something more than comrades and told an entire event in 5... 4... 3..."
There was an exclamation from the blonde. Rhodes robust voice laughing merrily as he tried to calm him down.
The incident was known as "Captian America dropping the F-Bomb for the Colonel".
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