and then wilson just looks tired

I Hope That’s A Yes

Originally posted by tom-is-bae

requestedhi, if you’re still taking requests i was wondering if you’d write a peter parker x reader imagine about him taking her to another homecoming or a prom, like maybe how he asks her and the dance itself? maybe he’s her first kiss?

send your requests here! 

word count: 1880

pairing: peter parker x reader 

warnings: some mean names, some bad words. 

a/n: so i tweaked it just a LIL bit, hopefully it still works out!! this was so fun to write because its not the usual personality i give Y/N, compared to my other fics. im also sorry to the anon who requested it, i know its been awhile!! but here you darlings go! 

tagging: @tronnoristheotp @nedthegay @i-saved-me @theweirdowithablogo @skymoonandstardust @timemngmtoptimisationproblems @thumper-darling @holywinchesterness @grabyourpolaroidandmyhand @ketterdame 

“If I have to see one more person put on a giant performance just to ask someone to homecoming–” you complained as you and your friends watched Flash ask some poor girl in an extremely over-the-top manner, “–I’m gonna puke.”

“I think it’s romantic,” Ned said, pulling apart a banana. “In a weird, disgusting way.”

You rolled your eyes, turning your focus back to your homework that was due next class. “It’s obnoxious, especially for someone like him.”

Peter laughed into his sandwich. “I don’t know what you expected, [Y/N], the guy’s name is Flash.”


As if he could hear you, your greasy classmate swaggered over with his arm draped over his new date’s shoulders. “You nerds better start getting to asking someone to the dance,” Flash drawled, ruffling Peter’s hair with entirely too much force. “Especially you, Penis Parker. You don’t wanna show up alone, do you?” With a malicious laugh, he steered himself and the girl he was with away.

“God, what a tool,” you muttered. “Seriously, Parker–you need to just pop him one time, right in his smug mouth.”

Peter chuckled, fixing his hair. “He’s not worth it.”

Shrugging, you fixated your glare onto Flash as he was leaving the cafeteria, feeling your hands curl into fists. If Peter won’t stand up to him, you definitely would take that opportunity for him.

“Hey, Flash!” you called, your voice echoing across the room. He turned around, his lip curled in a cruel grin.

“[Y/N], don’t,” Peter hissed.

You shushed him. “I know what I’m doing.” You stood up, palms flat on the table. Both of your friends were looking up at you, terrified of what you would say or do. “Peter already has a date, so quit sticking your prick in his business.”

That was enough to get Flash back to your table. He placed his hands roughly on Peter’s shoulders, and leaned down. “Penis Parker got a date?” He guffawed, loudly. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“That lucky guy,” you said through clenched teeth, feeling your fists twitching–begging to just land one good punch in Flash’s face, “happens to be me. So get your slimy hands off of him–unless you wanna give me a run for my money.”

Flash immediately took his hands off of Peter, and took a large step back. “He–you–he asked you?”

Peter was staring up at you in astonishment, and also confusion.

“Is that a problem?” you asked, warning in your voice.

“It’s–it’s not really my business,” he muttered, before turning away and leaving the cafeteria.

You sat down again, satisfied, flipping the page of your homework. Ned cleared his throat loudly, causing you to raise your eyes to him, who stared at you with huge eyes.

“What the hell was that?” Ned exclaimed, looking between you and Peter, who was still staring at you with his mouth slightly open.

“Look, he can’t keep treating you like this,” you said, crossing your arms. “I’m tired of seeing you get treated like this–you don’t deserve it.” After a moment passed, they still didn’t change their expressions. You slammed your notebook closed. “I’ll see you guys in P.E, alright?”

“C’mon, Peter. Just do like, one more,” you coaxed. “Coach Wilson isn’t anywhere near us.”

Peter groaned and did another sit-up. “[Y/N], about earlier today–”

“Don’t mention it.”

“No–I….well, first of all, thanks for sticking up for me,” he said. “But….were you serious? About–about going as m-my date?”

You didn’t say anything at first. “Do you want to go?”

Peter sat up all the way to look at you. “Kind of,” he replied sheepishly.

“Okay,” you shrugged. “But you have to ask me.”

“But you just asked me!”

“Did I?”

Peter stuttered out some words, a blush rising in his cheeks. You patted his knee, and moved to take his place to do your share of sit ups. As you moved, Peter rolled to his feet and stood up.

“I have a question to ask you,” he spoke loudly, his voice echoing through the gym, everyone stopping and staring at him. Your eyes widened and you shook your head vehemently at him, but Peter ignored you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you hissed at him, blushing furiously.

He moved and stood on the first step of the bleachers. “I only asked you in private,” he went on in the same clearly audible voice, “but [Y/N], will you do me the absolute honor of being my date to homecoming?”

Peter’s words hung in the silence, until you realized everyone was waiting for your answer. Looking around, you returned your glare to him and spoke through your teeth, “Yes.”

He returned to sitting beside you on the mat. “There. Was that good enough?”

“Peter Parker,” you growled, trying to keep your thoughts in order and your head on straight. “You–you–”

“I hope that’s a yes.”

“Sweetheart, there’s someone at the door for you!” your mother called down the hall. “I think it’s Peter–are you two going to the dance together?”

You fiddled with the neckline of your dress, staring at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t believe that you wanted to actually look good for Peter–but ever since he embarrassed you in the gym last week, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. At first, you tried your hardest to push the rising feelings far, far away, but they kept resurfacing every time he looked at you, laughed, every time he ate a damn grape. Was he always this attractive? And smart, and funny?

“[Y/N]?” your mother called again. “Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a second,” you shouted back. You tugged at a lock of curled hair, and decided it would have to be good enough. You closed your bedroom door, stuffed your phone and some cash in your clutch, and entered your living room.

Peter stood there talking with your mother. He looked incredibly handsome in a freshly ironed suit, his hair combed to get the curl perfect, flashing his award-winning smile. You gulped, feeling your heart begin to race, and you almost turned around and went right back into the safety of your room.

Your mother noticed you first, who clapped her hands and exclaimed in joy. “You look so pretty, sweetheart.”

You met Peter’s gaze, who was staring at you in wonder. He held a small bouquet of daisies in his hand, with a corsage and pin in the other.

Wow,” he breathed, before shaking himself and stepping towards you while holding out the flower pin. “I–uh–bought this today. I think you’re supposed to pin this on my suit.”

“Wait, wait!” your mother cried, holding up her camera. “Smile, kids!”

You groaned, but obliged. After pinning the flower to his suit, Peter clasped the corsage to your wrist, his fingertips lingering for a moment that raised goosebumps on your skin.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered to you.

Looking to him, you made a mental note of how close his lips were to yours. You had never once thought of kissing him before, but now….

“Your tie is crooked,” you said bluntly, reaching up and fixing it, mentally kicking yourself. “Sorry–that was rude. You….you look really handsome, Parker.”

He smiled, and you both posed for the countless pictures your mother begged for, your heart racing and palms beginning to sweat at how he held your waist so tightly, the familiar scent of his cologne dabbed onto the hollow in his throat, and the way the butterflies in your stomach fluttered relentlessly whenever his brown eyes landed on you.

The music throughout the gym was booming, the bass shaking the entire building. The laser lights danced across the walls, ceiling, and the large mass of dancing students in the middle of the floor. Peter guided you over to the refreshment table, offering you a cup of punch.

“I don’t really know how to dance,” you shouted over the music, accepting the cup and taking a tentative sip.

“I don’t either,” he shouted back. You laughed, and bobbed your head along with the music. It was something that you probably wouldn’t listen to willingly, but you had it admit–it was catchy. Pretty soon you were tapping your feet and swaying side to side with the beat.

“We can both make fools of ourselves out there together,” you spoke in his ear, grabbing his arm and steering him towards the group of dancers. He protested, stammering about really not knowing how to dance, but pretty soon you were surrounded by dancing people. Peter started swaying awkwardly, but after a few more minutes of the catchy beat, you were both getting more and more comfortable and having a good time. With having Peter so close, the good music and flashing lights, you felt like you were floating on a cloud.

“Alright, we’re gonna have a little tune change–time to slow things down a bit,” the DJ drawled into the mic, fiddling with some flips and switches on his spin table. The pop song playing faded into a slow melody mixed with acoustic guitar and a smooth voice cooing about love. The large group of students began to disband, with a few select staying behind to sway romantically along with the song.

You looked to Peter, whose eyes were already on you. He held out his hand, and gestured to the song, pulling you close to him. As if by instinct, you wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands rested firmly on your waist.

“I’m having a lot of fun with you,” you said, relieved to not have to yell over the music.

Peter smiled shyly, resting his forehead against yours with a contented sigh. “Me too.”

Once again, you were very aware of how close his lips were to yours. You could just lean in, and….

“[Y/N]?” Peter murmured, breaking into your thoughts.


“Could I–” He cleared his throat nervously. “I mean, I’ve never–”

“Just kiss me, Parker,” you breathed, and he obliged. You were not expecting your first to be with Peter, and you wanted to accuse him of lying about never kissing a girl before because it seemed like he knew what he was doing. His lips were soft and sweet, and he tasted like the sweet punch you had earlier.

You pulled away, head spinning and butterflies flying around in your chest. He looked at you in confusion, his adorable lips still pursed.

“Is–is everything okay?” he asked uneasily.

You smiled and nodded. “Everything is….perfect. I just–I’m still processing all of this.”

He laughed. “Y-yeah–me too.” You both were silent for a moment, before he said, “So the kiss was–it wasn’t too bad, right?”

You playfully punched his arm, but followed it with a kiss to his cheek. “You did great, Parker. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

The two of you spent the rest of the evening stealing kisses, dancing together, and then walking home holding hands, something that you had never thought would ever happen to you. You looked at Peter with fresh eyes now, and you couldn’t deny the growing feelings that now you knew were reciprocated–which held a certain kind of excitement for what the future held for the two of you.

The Day After Tomorrow

Summary:  A weather catastrophe sends Sam and Dean out on a rescue mission.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Jody, Claire, Alex

Word Count:  1348

Warnings: fluff, slightly annoyed Dean

A/N:  This is for @supernatural-jackles SPN Birthday Challenge My prompt was the film “The Day After Tomorrow” and I wondered what Sam and Dean would do in a naturally occurring weather catastrophe.  This ended up going in a totally different direction than I originally planned.  I blame the Wayward Sisters announcement.  I hope you like it Jen!  Happy Birthday!

And thank you to the always lovely and wonderful MastaBeta @wheresthekillswitch for checking it over!

Originally posted by canonspngifs


“Babe, I still don’t like you going off to Jody’s alone.”  Dean looks up at you as you enter the library.

“Dean, I’ll be fine,” you say, dropping your bag at his feet.  “Besides, I need a girl’s night.  I’ve been spending too much time here with you and Sam.  It’s testosterone overload.”

“Call me as soon as you get there.”  He stands scooping up your bag.

“I will,” you say over your shoulder as you lead the way to the garage.

“Don’t text and drive.”

“I won’t.”

“Make sure you check the tires when you stop for gas.  Which will be often since the Jeep gets terrible gas mileage,” he says, stepping in line with you.

“Pot,” you sass.  “Indy is worth the extra gas.”

“Baby is too, but she’s all essentials.  Indy’s full of useless crap, not to mention those ridiculous tires.  Your mileage would be so much better if you got rid of all that.”

“Excuse me?  Indy is not full of useless crap.”

“When will you ever need a winch?”

“You never know… And those tires never get stuck.  I can’t believe you’d talk about Indy like that, he’s a good Jeep.”  You bump his hip with yours as you enter the garage.

“Well, just be careful and no talking to strangers.”  He stops next to your Jeep.

You stop too, giving him a hard look.  “Seriously?  You do realize I can take care of myself, right?”

He laughs.

“Just making sure you’re paying attention.  Gotta make sure my girl stays safe.”  He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.  “I only have one of you.”  His lips capture yours and you can’t help sighing into this kiss.  This man was made to kiss, among other things.

You finally break away, “Ok, I gotta go.”

“Y/N,” he hesitates.

You look up into his peridot eyes and it seems like he’s holding something back.

“Tell Jody I said hi.”

“I will.  Bye, Dean.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

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Late Night Snacks and Underwear - 4

hFandom: Marvel’s Avengers

Summary: Y/N and Peter run into each other late one night. After, she is beyond confused about how she sees Peter. And Peter? Well he was already in love with her, but it takes advice, teasing, and another surprise encounter for them to face their feelings.

Words: 1,000+

Pairing/Characters: PeterParkerxStark!Reader, (Everybodyyyy is at least mentioned), Tony, Steve, Sam, Clint, Nat, Wanda, Bucky…

Warning: More awkwardness? 

Author’s Note: So, I don’t really know how to describe this part, it’s more Avengers family cuteness and awkward Y/N before the big stuff. I just love writing awkward reader, because it’s like me lol (I’ve been away because I’ve been on vacation! Rewatching Star Trek Beyond for that request tonight!)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Originally posted by little--batman

Peter practically stumbled out of his room and toward the elevator. It had taken him forever to fall asleep after getting back to his room and getting up was no easy task either. He slung his duffel over his shoulder as he pushed the button for the elevator. He’d shoved your sweatshirt into the top of his bag so he wouldn’t forget to give it back to you. The thought of you falling asleep on his shoulder last night woke him up a little.

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Dried Oregano

Summary: You try to cook to the Avengers, but you can’t reach the shelves. 
Word counting: 600
Pairing: Tony Stark x Short!Reader (Established relationship)
Characters: Short!Reader, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes
Warnings: Fluff. Cussing. Reader and Tony doesn’t display affection in front of the Avengers, but that doesn’t mean they’re not made for each other. A big thanks to @supernatural-squadd, because the idea to this came from her shipping game. See the post here and go read her blog, because she’s awesome.

This work is part of a series. Read more here.

Originally posted by theperkybuttofrdj

“You say I’m crazy…” You sang, distracted . “Cause you don’t think I know what you’ve done.”

You had your eyes closed in the kitchen while cooking a meal to your fellow Avengers. The team was back from a big mission, most of them where there – but not all – and, as you were left in the tower working on your book and wasn’t as tired as you knew they were, you decided to go and treat them a bit.

That’s how you ended up making your famous lasagna in family size.

Of course, you had a problem.

It wouldn’t be you if you didn’t.

You see, you’re not a tall girl. You never were.

At exactly 5 feet tall (Well… Maybe a bit less), you weren’t the tallest Avenger, but the shorter one.  You constantly struggled with shelves, but never asked for help. You’ve always been too independent and proud to ask for help when a kid, and grow up didn’t change you at all in that.

“What are you doing?” Sam inquired, entering the kitchen and trying to dip his finger on what was left of the sauce you prepared earlier.

“I’m building a bomb, can’t you see?” You looked at him, slapping his hand away.

“Yeah?” Sam looked down at you. “Okay, then, Scientist.” He mocked walking away. “I tell the guys to get ready to dinner?”

“In about 10 minutes, yeah.” You instructed. “And it’s Miss Scientist to you.”

He left with a chuckle, and you didn’t even notice Tony leaned on the door frame, watching you.

“Fuck.” You cussed under your breath, reaching out for a high shelf where you knew the dried oregano you loved so much was. The problem with it was just that Steve loved it as much as you did, and he always forgot you struggled with where he always put it back when he used it.

You looked around, trying to find something you could use as a step to climb the counter, but Tony’s arm appeared in time to grab it before you could use your hero abilities to finally reach it.

“I’m finishing the new high-tech shelves.” He gave it to you, and you rolled your eyes. “It’ll be in the kitchen in a week.”

“I already told you, you don’t need to do it.” You argued, sprinkling the lasagnas with the dried herb. “I can…”

“You know seeing you climbing the counter when you need something from a top shelf is very sexy to me.” He crossed interrupted you. “But I won’t be picking you up when you fall down doing it at your 50’s and 60′s, because I’ll be far too old for this shit. So, I’m finishing the shelves”

You shook your head, but said nothing as he helped you moving the food to a table. On rare occasions, you managed to sit down and eat like normal people, and that seemed like one of those.

“Dinner is ready kids.”  You yelled. “Don’t push your siblings on the way to the table, there’s space to everybody.”

Tony chuckled, sitting down and saving you a spot by his side to when you finally sat down.

“Huh, so the bomb is ready?” Sam sat down.

“Oh, yes. It’s programmed to explode in an hour and a half, you may want to be close to a toilet when the time comes.”

Bucky and Natasha chuckled, and Steve looked at you with a disapproving expression, which you just ignored.

“Well…” The man continued, but you interrupted him. “And what do you plan to blow beside my intestines?”

“Maybe Tony.” You smirked. “But I need to know if he isn’t too tired from the mission for that today.”

Your boyfriend, Natasha and Bucky cracked, finally laughing while Steve shot you another look, and Sam was ready to give you an answer, but you interrupted him.

“Just eat, Wilson.”

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I’ll Be Good - Part 5

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 4  -  Part 6

Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – While your initial intel is verified, which should lead to your freedom, you also can’t help getting into trouble, much to the frustration of those trying to help you.

Warnings: Swearing. Short mention of violence and deathy/murdery stuff. ANGST.

Word Count: 2148 – yah this one got away from me… but I don’t even care.

Author’s Note: I got more than a little carried away here… I LOVE writing the sneaky snake stuff!!! I promise this story is actually going somewhere. It is a sloooow burn ok, just enjoy it. A little fun mischief, a little angst at the end, a little where does everyone stand, who knows???

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

The tense voices in the hall pulled you reluctantly from your sleep. You listened, hovering by the door. It hadn’t surprised you that the argument was about you. You slipped silently into the hall, watching, absorbing.

“I have a duty to this team, Buck. She came to us as a hostile, I couldn’t just let her have the run of the place unchecked!” Steve’s anger was rippling below the surface, he was trying to contain it, but his harsh glare and sharp gestures gave him away. Hovering close to Bucky, he continued, prodding Bucky in the chest with all four fingers in a stiff jab “And you shouldn’t have given it to her. You endangered everyone here.”

“No one’s in danger, I was with her the whole time.” He answered back firmly. From your quiet place against the shadowed wall you smiled, at Bucky’s half-truth. “She didn’t come to us at all, we took. her.” Bucky hissed, weighing into the last words.

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Behind the Walls (Chapter 4)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Pairing: Professor!Bucky X Reader

Words: 1,396

Warnings: Cursing!

Summary: You are currently getting your PhD in Art History, your dissertation being about The Power of Nudity in Art. Your advisor recommends you switch from being her TA to another professor because she feels her health is declining and wants you to get the best help/advice from someone new. She recommends Dr. James Barnes and believes he will be of great help to you. Things don’t turn out as you plan.

A/N: thank you @amxwxxld and @confidentrose for making my day with those comments!! Also, does anyone want to be tagged by any chance???

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Psh Soulmates?! (Part Four)

Pairings/Characters: Lucifer x Reader, Sam and Dean Winchester, OC Wilson

Word Count: 1496

Series Summary: Soulmates. You’re meant to love your soulmate, right? But what happens if your soulmate is a human-hating, spiteful archangel?

Part Summary: You wake up in a field in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but a slip of paper in your pocket. The only word on the paper? Winchester.

A/N: Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s me actually posting something for once?! Oh my god, what a turn of events. SO many people have been asking for a part four, to which I am very greatful for, I hope I did this part justice haha ENJOY xoxo


Part OnePart Two– Part Three

Blue sky. Warm air. White clouds.

Long grass. Cars in the distance and birdsong floating through the air.


I shot up. Quickly I ran my hands over myself. Still had my head, hair, legs, boobs, all of which were completely unharmed. What the hell happened? I was dead- or I should have been anyway. I looked closely at my once broken arm, more shocked than anything that there was no scar or anything at all. It was like none of it actually happened.

It was so hot, had to be near 100 degrees if not more, and the jeans and jacket I was wearing only multiplied the heat. I chucked the jacket off, not really caring where it went. I just needed it off. As I chucked the jacket, a small white slip of paper fell out the pocket. Curious to what it was, and also for the sake of not littering, I picked it up. One the front, written in black ink was one word. Winchester. I had no idea what it meant, I knew I hadn’t had it the last time I could really remember anything, so whatever had happened this must be important.

My first priority had to be water. My mouth was drier than the Sahara desert and from the headache I had I knew I wouldn’t be any good without some water at least. I had to find some kind of civilisation. A drink of water, a bathroom and maybe even someone to tell me what the hell Winchester meant? So, I started walking. At first I decided to walk towards the car sounds, sure enough there was a round but no one stopped. I had to keep walking, who knows how far it was to the next town or if I was even going the right way?  

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Here you go my lovelies. Please feel free to request anything you like but in the meantime enjoy some of these if you need inspiration.

Originally posted by tookforafool-blog


Bucky x Reader / Tony x Reader

Bucky x Reader

Tony x Reader 

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Dog Years

Everything Has Changed

Rockabye Baby


I Feel It In My Bones

When You Were Young

Healing Incantation

You Are In Love

Love Me Like You Do

Don’t Leave Home

You’re My Everything

I Wish I Was The Moon Tonight

Can’t Help Falling In Love

Tag! You’re It

It Hurts

Break In

Break In (Part Two)

Let ‘Em Say We’re Crazy

Don’t Say A Word

Beyond All Reason

Plus One

Hotter Than Hell


Can’t Stop Drinking About You

I Just Wanna Make Love To You

Steve Rogers x Reader

Right Here Waiting For You

You Let Her Go

Sick and Tired of Always Being Sick and Tired

I Can’t Fight Them All

I’ll Take Care of You

I Don’t Know You But I Want You All The More For That

You Want Her. You Need Her. And I’ll Never Be Her

Tony Stark x Reader

I Heard A Boy Say Please Don’t Hurt Me

Why Does Love Always Feel Like A Battlefield?

Spooky Scary Skeletons 

Bruce Banner x Reader

Bruce Put The Happy In Happy Birthday

Sam Wilson x Reader


Natasha Romanoff x Reader

The Lady In Red

Coming Home

I Just Wanna Look Good For You

Originally posted by tobequitefranco

Draco Malfoy x Reader

You Make It Real For Me


I’ve been debating for a couple of weeks now whether or not I should make a post about this, or write a oneshot about this. I figured I would go with the later for now. This is another one of those stories intended to help me process my own emotions over shit that I have been dealing with recently. Like the last one, probably not the best written piece you will ever read, but it’s not meant to be so.

Rafael x Reader

Word Count: 1,697

This is unedited and unbeta-ed

Originally posted by minidodds

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One’s Promised (Part 4/5)

Description: Living a double life was not a choice when one was the daughter of Alexander Pierce. Y/N was the youngest agents of SHIELD and one of the most respected threats within Hydra’s empire. No matter her allegiance, she was feared by both. Y/N Pierce would’ve tried to escape it all… if it hadn’t been for The Winter Soldier. 

Pairing: Bucky x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 3,005

Catch Up

“Y/N…Y/N…wake up.” Y/N awoke abruptly to someone continually whispering her name. She looked around the dark hallway to find no one. Then her eyes flickered to Bucky’s cell. He was sitting against the side of his cell. But his right shoulder was touching the cell door, getting him as close to Y/N as he physically could. He was watching her calmly. But he showed no indication that he had been the one whispering her name. Maybe it was just a dream.

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Number 98 - Andre Burakovsky

I love Andre I hope you like it lovely 

Anon:  98 with Andre B?

“I said I love you!”

Originally posted by jamiebenntrash

Andre looked at her as she laughed with her friends like always that beautiful laugh he has heard it every day since he became apart of the team he had seen her beautiful smile her Y/H/C and her Y/E/C he could get lost looking at them. But to you he would always be a friend a best friend like all the other guys at first he thought he could push these feelings aside but no matter what he tired you where always their making him fall more and more in love with you.

Y/N was fishing filling up water bottle for the guys being they where just fishing morning practice and god forbid if Tom Wilson did not have his water bottle it was the end of the world. But non the less he loved the team and the guys when she moved here they all helped her come out of her shy shell but mainly it was her best friend Andre that helped her being he was new as well. The two where always together if you couldn’t find on you just had to find the other Y/N and Andre friend Tom had been saying he was in love with her but she always told him he was crazy.

“Hey Y/N you got the water?”

“Yep coming.”

Y/n made her way to the locker room and stopped in front of it before yelling 


she heard them all laugh as she entered and handed out the water bottles when she got to Andre she gave him a hug 

“Can I get a hug.” came from Tom 

“Nope you stink and your all sweaty.”

“What so is Andre.”

“yeah but Andre my best friend.”

Y/N didn’t notice the hurt look that came on Andre face as her back was turned to him as she talked to Tom the guys around him gave him a pity look but he just sat down and started to undue his skates. Y/N didn’t know why all the guys look sad or why Andre had just started to ignore her but she shrugged it off as him wanting to get out of the locker room.

as the week went by Y/N noticed Andre seemed to be a little more quiet and sad around her and she wanted to know why didn’t she do something did she hurt him in some way. so she knew she had to ask somebody so she went to Tom 

“Hey Tommy can I ask you something?’

Tom looked to her with a smile “Yeah sure whats up Y/N/N.”

“Do you think Andre been I don’t know acting weird lately?”

“weird as in how?”

“I don’t know he just seems so quiet around me and sad all the time and spends less time with me and I’m worried did i do something?”

Tom rolled his eyes and face palmed before waling away 

“Tom Tom that didn’t help any.” she said as he walked away

So getting nothing from Tom she went to Ovi instead she sat on the bench as the guys practiced and waited for him to come over for a drink 

“Hey Ovi.”

“Hey Y/N what’s gotten you so sad your always smiling?”

“It’s Andre he been so distant lately form me and I think I did something wrong.”

Ovi gave her a kind smile 

“ Y/N if you really want to find out you should ask him.”

“But how can I when he doesn’t want to talk to me Ovi.”

“Just Ask.”

so later that night Y/N went to Andre apartment when he answered he had a look of surprise on his face but he let her in 

“Y/n what are you doing here.”

“Andre what did I do.”

“What did you do, what do you mean Y/N.”

“Your pushing me away Andre what did i do to make you do it.”

“It’s not like that Y/N.”

‘Than what is it.”

Y/N now stood in Andre living room on the edge of tears Andre didn’t know what to say well he didn’t he wanted to tell her he loved her but he knew she didn’t love him so he kept his mouth shut.



But she just closed his front door Andre eyed widen as he saw what had just happened he ran out after her she was heading for the stairs when he yelled out 

“Jag älskar dig.” ( I’m so so sorry if that’s wrong i am using google translate I don’t know Swedish)

she stopped and looked at him confused written all over her face Andre looked at his feet it was quiet in till he heard her footsteps walk over to him when he looked up her Y/C/H and her Y/C/E still full of tears.

“Andre you know I don’t know Swedish so what did you say?”

“I said I love you!

Y/N eye widened Andre looked to his feet again he knew it she didn’t love him she only saw a friend nothing else he should have knew better but his thoughts where cut off by a pair of lips meeting his.

like the sunset

Bucky couldn’t say why he did it, not exactly. He just knew that that was how you got to be friendly with someone. You teased ‘em. Right? And Wilson hadn’t exactly been averse to a little friendly ribbing. Mostly friendly. Usually. 

“Don’t do it, Buck,” Steve said without looking up from his morning paper. Bucky scowled at his friend, bristling at the tone. He wasn’t a dog or a damn child, he was a grown man. If he wanted to put salt in Sam’s coffee, he was gonna. Almost as if Steve sensed Bucky’s quiet defiance, he tapped on his paper and raised an eyebrow, still not looking away from his coupons for oatmeal or whatever it was the man was reading. 
“All right, but don’t come running to me if he gets mad. Sam loves his coffee.”

Bucky wasn’t one for talking much first thing in the morning, but he figured the energy he was about to expend was worth it. 
“Hey, Steve…”

Steve finally glanced up, both eyebrows raised in question now. Bucky maintained eye contact as he poured a generous helping of salt from the box into Sam’s precious coffee, using the spoon to stir it in. Steve heaved a huge sigh and went back to his paper. 

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Potato Problems

(Public blackmail is a low blow, copperbadge  I expect nothing less of you.  Fanfic of Sam’s Foodieverse)

“Yes, hello, I need a potato.”

“That’s kind of what we do here,” Sam Wilson said, not looking up from his tallies. “And we’ve got a few options, so if it’s not crossed out on the board, I might be able to scrape it together for you.” He glanced up, just to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. “Except the truffle fries, the last of those just walked out the door, as they say, so…”

It was late and he was tired and he was close enough to sold out that he just wanted to take off for the night. Steve had locked up half an hour ago, heading out to distribute his meager leftovers to the homeless that waited patiently for anything he might have to offer. Sam joined him most nights, but he’d been in the middle of a rush when Steve had shut down, and barely had time to wave as Steve passed by.

He was tired and his feet hurt and he had a nasty burn on the side of his right wrist. Still, he put on his best customer service smile. “What can I get for you?”

He turned to the window. Tony Stark was leaning there, a contraption of white PVP pipe thrown over his shoulders. His eyes went from one side to the other, and he leaned in. “Potato me.”

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anonymous asked:

7 with Sam Wilson?

7. “You’re so cute!!!”- Sam Wilson

“Sam…” You whined, burying your face in the couch cushion as your boyfriend chuckled beside you. “Pleease, I’m sooo bored.” You huffed, moving your foot to nudge him in the stomach. “Y/N, I’m tired, I just got back from a mission and all I want to do is sleep for about 10 years.” He sighed, head lolling to the side to look at you. Pouting, you turned onto your back with your feet up on Sam’s lap. “Look I’ll make you a deal…” Sam murmured, eyes fluttering shut in his exhaustion. “You let me nap for a few… hours… and then we can go do whatever you want.” Sam said, a small smile pulling at his lips as you moved to snuggle into his side. “Yay.” You whispered softly, resting your head against his chest, feeling it rise and fall steadily with each breathe. “You’re so cute.” Sam murmured, fingers carding through your hair as you pressed a soft kiss against his jaw. “Don’t you know it.” You smiled, feeling your eyes droop as you cuddled into Sam’s warmth.

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anonymous asked:

Can we talk about those months where Sam, Steve, and Nat were all officially on the Avengers? Can we talk about "secretly" sneaking into each other's rooms after dark? Can we talk about training sessions that evolve into makeouts? Can we talk about them working together, perfectly in sync? Can we talk about them trusting each other completely in the field? Can we talk about how their love grew in the relative safety of those walls?

UH YES!!!?

-Nat finally allowing herself to have a home with Sam and Steve
-Steve having all the love and support he needs and wants and not being able to hide when he is trying to isolate and having a HOME!!!
-Sam constantly amazing Natasha and Steve with his abilities and also just general awesomeness. Sam having to deal with Steve and Nat sneaking into his room to kiss on him. Sam being able to sneak into Steve or Nat’s room when he feels crummy at night and just wants someone to be close to him.
-The three of them sharing each other’s space and thinking they’re going to get tired of each other but NOT!!

And on the sad side:
-the heartbreak that Sam and Steve feel when Nat chooses the side of the accords (just those looks in cacw alone are so sad)
-reuniting after everything goes down and finding home in each other again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Alex Karev Imagine

Alex Karev Imagine
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Suggestions: Reader and Alex used to date, but he’s now dating Jo. Alex’s dad comes to the hospital, making Alex quite shocked/disturbed, so Jo asks Reader if she can help calm Alex down. A few days later, Jo and Alex break up, and Alex comes back to Reader and tells her he loves her.
Requested By: Anonymous

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You finished off your work before your break, sighing as you finished off most of everything for the time being.

“Dr. (L/n)!”

You turned your head, annoyed from whoever just called your name. It was Jo Wilson. You turned your body slightly towards her, giving her a tired look that you gave everyone at the end of the day.

“Can you, I don’t know, talk to Alex please? He found out his Dad’s in this hospital and I just don’t know what to do,” She said, twisting her thumbs around in a guilty way.

You rolled your eyes.

“What makes you think coming to me will help you,” You asked, not really wanting to deal with more mess that you already had.

“Because you know how to calm him down.”

That was true. You dated Alex a while back, maybe a few good months or so, before he traded you in for Jo, which made you pissed beyond belief.

You looked at her, leaning on your arms on the Nurse’s Station next to the tablets. You nodded.

“Uh-huh. I’m not going to talk to him, but tell him that it’s just his Dad. Everything was years ago in the past. He might be a changed man in the present. You may never know. If he doesn’t want to talk to you, then figure something out.”

You walked off. Anything to do with Alex made you frustrated beyond anything you could imagine. He just pissed you off.

After a while, you heard the door open in the Attending’s Lounge as you were drinking coffee, on your break, per usual. You looked up, seeing Alex looking at you with some sort of expression you couldn’t make out.

“What,” You asked, reading the newspaper in your hand.

You took a sip of your coffee and heard a chair pull up to you.

“Jo said I should talk to you since I wasn’t listening to her about something.”

I swear to god, You thought.


“What is it?”

“She said your Dad’s in the hospital.”

Alex fell silent.

“Man up and stop being a wuss.”

“Excuse me?”

“So what if he’s your Dad? I mean, I haven’t spoken to my family in years. They probably think I’m dead, so go ahead, be a wuss and not face your dad… Does he even know who you are? Scratch that, he probably doesn’t. Man up and just face him like he’s a patient.”

“…I didn’t even know he was my father.”

“Uh-huh, who told you that?”


You rolled your eyes.

This woman got herself in the toughest situation yet.

You looked at him.

“You’re telling me that she told you on purpose or accident.”


“Well guess what, she probably didn’t mean it, which means you should talk to her about all that crap you got under your hood.”


“Don’t. Just… Don’t. You love her enough to tell her how you feel, and if you don’t, well then, you don’t.”

You leaned forward and grabbed his chin, pulling him forward lightly and looking into his eyes.

“You will talk to her. You will tell her. You will do everything in your power to make sure she knows how you feel… Now go, I’m sick of looking at you.”

You let him go and lean back, sipping your coffee and reading the Health part of the newspaper. You heard the door open and close. You sighed.

A few days later, you got home to your apartment and saw Alex sitting on the floor next to your door. You kicked his leg, moving to the door and unlocking it. He looked up at you.

“Why the hell are you here,” You asked, looking into your apartment.

“I… broke up with Jo,” He said.

“And? Don’t you talk to Meredith about this? She’s better at this than I am.”

“She’s at the hospital and I… I’d rather talk it over with you.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah no. I’m not good at this.”

You walked inside your apartment and he followed you.

“Get out before I make you get out.”

“I love you.”

You snapped your head towards him, looking at him with a surprised look.

“I realized it… after our talk, I still love you.”

You frowned. You set your stuff down and walked over to him.

“If you did, you wouldn’t’ve left me all those months ago. You would sit right here and you’d tell me this over and over again, but you don’t. You love Jo. You don’t love me. Make it clear that I said that.”

“I love you. I always have, and I always will. I know I’m an ass but-.”

Tears weld up in your eyes.

“Stop talking you jerk,” Your voice cracked.

You placed your head on his chest and cried silently. Sobs started racking your body like a thunderstorm.

“I’ve been waiting a long time to hear that and this isn’t how I wanted it to go,” You shook your head.

He kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms around you, giving a comforting embrace.


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Being in the hospital and get told that you have something incurable, but the team find out they had made a mistake. But You’re already on the roof about to jump off and House comes and saves you from yourself. (Request by Anonymous. Sorry, Anon, if I made mistakes, I’m an art history student, 😉, and if something like this happened to you, fight until the end, even it’s hard, cause life is awesome, and you deserve it !)

You sat on your bed, looking away from the window. You thought of your life and all the things now that you would never do again. Like brushing your hair. It’s very hard to brush your hair without hair. And anyway, chemotherapy doesn’t even give you the energy to do so.

Yeah. Cancer, such a funny thing.

You had been diagnosed with cancer and tumors in the lymph nodes a year ago, and since then you were stuck here, alternating between sessions of chemotherapy, radiotherapy, and tries to drill a hole in the wall opposite your bed strength to fix it.

You tried to continue your studies, but each of your sessions left you exhausted. Your friends came to see you at first, but they were tired of looking at you through a window, like a fish in an aquarium, and they continued their lives without you. As for your family, you had enough to make them suffer with you, in this slow death, which destroyed them at the same time as you. That was that, they could not continue on with their lives. They were stuck with you, and you were the fetlock which prevented them from advancing.

But apart from that, life is so cool! You thought bitterly.

You look at your hands, so thin and frail, with IV hooked in them, that was the image of your body. You were so tired of everything. At some point, you just wanted to stop everything, and to sleep eternally. You look outside your room, the hall was full of life. The doctors spoke animatedly among themselves, the families spent time together, and at least they could leave.

You see from the other side of the service your medicine, Dr. Wilson, speaking with his friend, in absence of a better word, Dr. House. They were probably talking about a new strange case, Dr. Lisa Cuddy’s push-up, or Monsters Trucks. Cause, yes, hearing and eavesdropping on the others talking was the only thing you could do the whole day.

You were so tired. You made your decision.

Precisely, on the other side of the service, House and Wilson were talking about you precisely. Your treatment was not working at all, and you was going from bad to worse, instead of talking about a few more years, it looked like you would have a few weeks instead.

Wilson was trying to talk to House about you, in order to resume the case. After all, it might be possible that he made a mistake. It could be a better way of thinking, he could have made a mistake and he wanted to try to heal her rather than watch her die.

Secretly, House thought it was odd, and had already started working on this case with his team. But he was sure it wasn’t cancer. He would cut off his left leg if it was.

“House!” Cameron called from down the hall, arriving at almost a run. She was holding the analysis results. “It’s not cancer! She presents a low albumin levels, and it is positive for Castleman’s disease.“

The three doctors turned and looked in the direction of your room. Wilson was preparing to announce the good news, but found it was empty. They rushed into the room, half panicking. Cameron asked the nurse, who had no idea where you went.

They rushed outside the room, preparing to search the whole hospital and called security. House, meanwhile, quietly looked around, letting go before nonchalantly announcing, “If anyone is looking for me, I’m in my office.”

While everyone was working to find you, he took the way to the roof, rather than his office.

After a dangerous escalation by the stairs leading to the roof, he saw you sitting on the roof edge, legs dangling in the air. He approached you carefully before sitting on the other side of the guardrail. He leaned against that railing, watching the ground several meters below them.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“I’m checking that if you fall, you don’t crash my bike, that would be a mess, besides having to clean off the bloodstains.“

“Thanks, I’m sorry for your bike, are you going to cry, or do you want to check it for yourself?”

“Don’t take me for an idiot, it’s you who wants to jump.“ He looks at you with a sarcastic glance.

“Despite your leg, you still have many years to live. How long do I have? A few weeks? A few months? What can I do now?”

“Live? And by live, I mean survive. What would you do, if you wasn’t suppose to die?”

“It’s so nice to remember what I can never do. Other than that, I would love to be a (Your/Dream/Job).” you say, looking into space. “It will never be.”

“You’re such a drama queen! Of course yes, you can become it. Only if you feel like it.“

“Of course I want to do it, but do I have a choice? I will die soon !”

“That’s what people do! You can choose to live, after all. Stop being whiny and take your life in your hands. You can choose to stay here, to jump and end your life in the worst way. The only problem is knowing how long you stay alive after you bones are shattered on the ground. Or…… You can still decide to fight a little, to cling to life.” You start to cry, your determination beginning to fail.

“Let’s make a choice: what do you prefer? Some cake, or no cake at all? Everybody can have cake, some have a big part, others have only a crumb. And yes, life is not fair, but then she gives you the choice.“ You start to smile through your tears.

“(Your/Favorite/Flavour) cake ?” He smiles back at you, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“And here we go!” he says with enthusiasm. “Now that you are no longer occupied by these small unpleasant existential crises, I have good news for you. You’re gonna live.”

“If you offer me (Y/F/F) cake, how can I refuse?” you laugh at him gently.

“Good for you to react like this, but you don’t have cancer. You’re really gonna live, and for a long long time.” You look at him apprehensively; as if he would pull out a pointed hat with his stick and yelling “surprise” before pushing yourself to the railing. “I’m serious.”

“I will … live? Like really living, out of the hospital and everything ?”

“Yes, and when you’re out, you will become a (Y/D/J) and have a string of brawlers brats, you’re going to bawl with your lover, maybe smash plates against the wall. But one more important point.” He says, looking at you, while you pull your legs onto the other side of the fence. You wait for the end of his sentence with apprehension. “Everytime you eat a cake, and when I say everytime, I really mean everytime, you will think of me”. You start to cry again and laugh, but from happiness this time, a huge smile spreading across your face.

“Enough foreplay”, he says “Are you gonna kiss me or not ?”

“You know, I’m hesitating between actually kissing you and crushing this piece of cake in your face.”

“Oh my god, that’s so bad, you don’t even have a cake. What are you gonna do?”

“Do I really have a choice? It seems I have to kiss you, obviously!”