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The Drink Allergy - Steve Rogers x Reader

Originally posted by rogers-room

Warning: None. Fluff, romance and fruit puns with Captain Dorito.

Word Count: 1500 (give of take a few)

A/n: Here’s a little bit of Steve that I dusted off from my archives… x


The party was a little uncalled for but Steve enjoyed the company. All his fellow Avengers were having a lively time and relaxing. There was no gun fire and no danger save from the few dangerous conversations with people who idolised Captain America.

Steve was talking to Sam when a shoulder bumped into his own. A shoulder that was accompanied with fiery red hair.

“Hey,” Natasha said softly as she cut across Steve’s words.

“Nat.” Steve smiled and the woman leaned in slightly so that only he and Sam could hear her.

“Listen, I forgot that (Y/n)’s got a sensitive stomach to tequila and I think her drink got mixed up.” She said apologetically.

“What?” Steve frowned, his pleasant expression turning into one of worry.

“Where is she?” Sam asked, hoping to help out. Natasha turned to him and shook her head.

“I don’t know. I lost her in the crowd when Tony brought out the salsa dancers.” She confessed. “I’ve been on the lookout but I can’t do it alone.”

Sam gestured behind his friend with his head. “Why not get the Hawk-guy?”

Natasha sighed and sipped the drink in her hand as she rolled her eyes. “He’s too invested in his air guitar – oh crap,” she had turned to look over her shoulder just in time to Clint sculling his drink, “He’s going to pass out before the night is over. Excuse me, boys.”

She headed off in the direction of Clint which left Sam and Steve to take on this new mission.

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Winter Soldier (Captain America: The Winter Soldier cocktail)

Ingredients:
1.5 oz Black vodka (Blavod used)
1.5 oz Jack Daniel’s Winter Jack
1.5-2 oz Apple Cider (non-alcoholic)

Powerful, dark, wintery. This cocktail takes some of the characteristics of the Winter Soldier and embodies them into a drink that really packs a punch! Check out the video below on the Geek & Sundry Vlogs to see how to make it! 

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No Sleep Till Brooklyn, Part 1

Heartmate Series: Steve Rogers x Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Deadpool, Falcon

Warnings: language, hinted sexual/physical abuse, violence - Deadpool’s in it guys, it ain’t PG. 

A/N: This is my take on the soulmate trope. It’s not necessarily an AU, because technically heartmate is canon in the Marvel world - at least with Wade’s comics. This part is an introduction to the characters!

Summary: You’re a mutant turned mercenary, working with the best merc around - Wade Fucking Wilson aka Deadpool. You are also someone who doesn’t believe in the whole heartmate crap. How could two people solely be made for each other? Steve Rogers is Captain America,  Avenger extraordinaire. Call him old fashion, but he believed in heartmates and knew he had one out there. The two of you cross paths one day and things get set in motion. Can Steve get passed the jaded wall you built or would things just crash and burn? And will Wade Wilson finally learn to put the seat down after taking a piss? Who knows.

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Imagine admitting you want to marry Chris while you’re drunk.

You tumbled out of the cab and stumbled up the driveway of your boyfriend, Chris’ house. It was 2:18AM and you had just finished up at your co-worker’s bachelorette’s party, a party where you got ridiculously wasted. The original plan was for you to spend the night at your own apartment- as it was closer to the bar you were at- but after the third round of tequila shots, your urge to see the ever-so-handsome Captain America had you arriving at his doorstep instead.

You pulled out your keys and fumbled with the lock for a while before you finally opened the door. The noise drew the attention of Dodger who was now on alert and ready to pounce on the intruder. He barked once then stopped when he saw that it was you, he padded towards you and nudged his head into your hand when you reached down to pat him. You struggled to get your heels off and winced when your keys and box clutch clashed against the hardwood floor.

“Shhhh!” You told Dodger and pressed your finger to your lips, trying not to giggle. “The fossil is asleep upstairs, we can’t afford to wake him up.” Dodger tilted his head in confusion. “I could use some Fruit Loops.” You said to no one in particular and made your way to the kitchen. “Dodger, do-” You glanced back and realized the pup had made his way upstairs. “I’ll take that as a no.”

Chris was aroused from his sleep thanks to the noises you were making downstairs. He turned on his bedside lamp and glanced at the clock, wincing at the bright light; 2:23AM. He could hear Dodger scratching at his door but it was only when he heard a loud crash that he scrambled out of bed. He opened the door and Dodger barked at him before racing downstairs. Chris followed him and caught sight of your keys, heels, and clutch making a trail towards the kitchen; the only room with some of its lights on. He entered to find you trying to pick up the broken pieces of your favorite Captain America drinking glass.

“Dodger, stay.” Chris instructed him when he saw him start towards you; you looked up at them, eyes wide like a deer in the headlines. “Don’t move, Y/N.” Chris instructed you but you moved anyway. “Y/N, just- stay.” He spoke to you like he would to Dodger and you stilled. “What are you even doing here? I thought you said you were going home.”

“I thought you said this is my home.”

“I see you had a great time at Carly’s party.” He commented with a light chuckle and you nodded with a wide grin. “Hold up.” He said and reached for the light switch and turned on all the lights in the kitchen so he could have a better view of where not to step. “C'mere.”

“But you told me not to move,” you pouted like a child.

“God, you’re wasted.” He chuckled; he could smell the alcohol on you as he scooped you up off the ground. “Okay, lemme see.” He sat you down on the kitchen bench and took your hands in his so he could examined them for cuts. “Did you cut yourself?” He asked when he couldn’t find any. “Hey,” he cupped your face in his hands, “are you hurt?”

“I missed you tonight.” You told him and wrapped your arms around his neck; he chuckled softly and hugged you back, kissing the side of your head. “I wish you could’ve been there with me, it would have been a lot more fun.”

“I wish I could’ve been there with you too.” He agreed and pulled back, brushing your hair out of your face. “So I could’ve kept an eye on you and made sure you didn’t get totally hammered,” he chuckled. “I’m honestly surprised you found your way back here.”

“I can always find my way back to you, Cap.” You smiled and poked his cheek, drawing another chuckle from him. He always found drunk you incredibly amusing; it wasn’t a side he saw often as you weren’t one of those girls who partied all the time, but let’s just say that when he did- he made sure to enjoy every second of it. “I want some Fruit Loops, do you have any?” You tried to hop off the bench but he used his body to lock you into place. “What are you doing? I want Fruit Loops.”

“The last thing you need is sugar,” he said then chuckled when you pouted adorably. “Right now, you need Advil, lots of water, and- sleep. Stay up here, okay? I don’t need you cutting yourself.” You scrunched your nose and nodded. “I’m going to sweep up this mess first.”

He left you there and walked to the broom closet to grab the broom and dustpan. “Hey Chris?” He heard you call out to him from the kitchen. “Can I have my water in that glass I like?” You asked as he walked back in. “You know, that Captain America glass from Stan Lee’s team.”

“Yeah um-” He chuckled and lowered his gaze onto the said glass that was shattered on the ground. “I don’t think you can ever drink water from that glass again. Considering you broke said glass,” he reminded you and your face fell. “Exactly how much did you drink?” He squatted on the ground and swept up the glass that was fortunately empty when you dropped it.

“Lots,” you responded simply and he chuckled with a shake of his head. “Hey, where’s my phone?”

“You left it in the hallway,” he answered and you hopped off the counter. “Uh uh-” he held up a finger at you and you climbed back on the counter. “I’ll get it for you, just stay there please. You are in no state to be maneuvering around, I don’t need you to break anything else tonight.”

“What did I break?” You asked, completely forgetting about the glass you’d dropped earlier tonight.

“You are ridiculous,” he chuckled. “Just stay there.” He dumped the swept up shards into the bin then walked out into the hallway to get your clutch. He picked it up off the ground then fished out your phone and saw a text notification from your best friend, Luca, that was addressed to him.

“Hey, Chris.
Did she make it to yours okay?”

Chris responded with a quick “yeah, I’ve got her.” With your phone in his hand, he placed your clutch on the table then made his way back into the kitchen. “What are you doing?” He stood in the archway and chuckled at you; you had stripped off your red dress and was now sitting on the bench top in just your bra and panties. “Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes?” He teased you as he walked over.

“Just out of curiosity.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pushed himself in between your legs and placing your phone down on the counter and his hands on your waist. “Are you going to marry me?” Your question surprised him, but made him smile nonetheless; your drunk mind was speaking for your sober heart.

“Are you going to remember this in the morning?” He asked and you thought about it for a while then nodded your head. “Yeah, I don’t think so.” He chuckled softly, rubbing small circles into your skin. “Well, since you won’t remember this- I might as well be honest with you.” You raised your eyebrows, waiting for his answer. “I am definitely going to marry you. I’ve been thinking about it since our first date, I’ve just- been waiting for the right time to ask. We’re both busy people, I want the proposal and the wedding at a time that works for the both of us.”

“Have you thought about how you’re going to propose?”

“I have,” he nodded, “numerous times. My favorite is still the cliché of taking you to a holiday cabin, cooking you dinner, and putting the ring in your dessert. I’m just a little afraid you might swallow the ring whole,” he joked and poked your side, causing you to giggle. “Why so curious? Are you afraid I wasn’t going to marry you?”

“Well- if I’m being completely honest, I guess I was a little afraid you didn’t want to marry me because I wasn’t sure about having kids.” His face fell slightly; he was a little upset with himself that he made you feel that way. “I know you like children and that they are an important part of your life plan, so yeah- I was a little afraid I wasn’t enough.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way,” he kissed your forehead. “You are enough, Y/N. You have no idea how much you mean to me,” he told you. “All I want is you, you are the most important part of my life plan.”

“And you’re the most important part of mine, which is why I’d gladly have children for you.” You told him for the first time in three years and he felt his heart skip a beat. “I tell people I don’t want kids because it seems scary, but with you- it doesn’t seem as scary.”

“This is by far my favorite drunk Y/N moment,” he told you with a wide smile. “Thank you for telling me that,” he gently pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger, brushing your pink lips with his thumb. “You won’t remember this but at least I know where you stand. Like you say, drunk minds speak for a sober heart.”

“I’ll remember this,” you nodded. “Give me a pen and I’ll write it on my hand.”

“No,” he chuckled with a shake of his head. “I would prefer you not to remember this ‘cause I would like the element of surprise when I propose to you. Now c'mon,” he lifted you off the bench and plopped you onto your feet. “Let’s get you an Advil and put you to bed.”

“Chris?” You grabbed his hand and pulled him back towards you when he tried to walk to the pantry to get the medicine box. “I think I’m in-love with you.” You told him and he nodded in acknowledgement, chuckling. “No, I’m serious.”

“We’ve been dating for three years and you just told me you’d have kids for me, I think I already know that.” He caressed your face and kissed your forehead. “Do you want to make any other shocking announcements? ‘Cause I really need to get you that Advil and put you to bed otherwise you’re going to be having one hell of a hangover tomorrow.”

“No,” you shook your head, letting go of his hand. “That’s the only one.” You said then grinned which made him laugh. “Can we have pancakes in the morning?” You asked as he grabbed a sachet of Advil from the box.

“You can have anything you want,” he nodded. “Take this,” he popped two pills out of the sachet and passed it to you. “Let me get you some water.” He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with the filter tap water. “Here,” he passed it to you with the instruction, “down the pills then drink it all. I don’t want to see a drop of it left in the glass.”

“You got it, Captain.” You saluted him then proceeded to do as he instructed.

“You’re going to have a lot of fun tomorrow morning,” he chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

What do we think, part 2?

Here’s my mini-series Masterlist.

I spent a bit too much time thinking about how much alcohol it would take to get the lady Rangers drunk. Obviously this kind of accuracy is VERY IMPORTANT when it comes to Power Ranger fic. This was clearly the best use of my time.

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“I used to think of myself one way. But after this, I am something else. And still me, I think. But that’s not what everyone else sees.” 

Elizabeth Olsen as Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch in Captain America: Civil War (2016)

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Avengers Drinking Game:

Play at your own risk.

(Randomly) Assign each member of your party a role. The character card is that person’s cue to drink. The Avengers card provides cues for everyone to drink.

Might want to consider making drinking when someone says ‘Tesseract’ optional. It is said 31 times in the film. Unless getting black-out drunk is your intention.

Obligatory safety message: Please drink responsibly.

All characters are property of Marvel.

Redneck Yacht Club

Summary: The Avengers all needed a getaway, so they travelled to the Adirondack Mountains in upstate New York. A small town, no cell service, and hardly any people. It’s the perfect place to unwind and enjoy a vacation. Until their pontoon boat breaks down, that is…

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: This is my fic for @caplanbuckybarnes songwriting challenge! Enjoy!

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Steve turned the key for what seemed like the millionth time, a scowl etched on his face. Bucky stood by the boat motor and shook his head as the machine spluttered and stalled.

“No luck,” Bucky said, hopping off the seat. Steve banged the steering wheel console, leaving a small dent on the fiberglass.

“Watch it!” you chided. “This is a rental, remember?” Your boyfriend merely shook his head in frustration and walked away from the motor before he could do any more damage.

“This is ridiculous,” Sam muttered, laying out on one of the benches. Nat sprawled out on the bench across from him to soak up some sunlight. She had barely lifted her head from her sun-induced slumber when the boat had stalled out fifteen minutes earlier.

Coming to the Adirondack Mountains in upstate New York had been your idea for a team vacation. Everyone, especially Steve, was coming undone at the seams from all the stress of work. Raquette Lake had a small population, an even smaller town, and hardly any cell service. It was the perfect place to unwind and relax.

Unless your pontoon boat broke down in the middle of the lake, that is.

Steve held up his cell phone and sighed. “No service,” he frowned. “Where the heck are Stark and Banner?”

As if on cue, the small bay you occupied was filled with the sound of a whirring motor. Everyone (except Nat) turned their heads and watched as Tony and Bruce cruised next to them in a little skiff. They dragged Clint behind them on a towable inner tube.

“Now, friends,” Tony said, cutting the motor, “it makes more sense to be fishing closer to the shoreline, not the middle of the lake.” He turned the wheel as Bruce grabbed hold of the pontoon. You threw across a rope, and he tied the two vessels together.

“Geez, Tony, why didn’t we think of that?” Bucky snapped back. “Oh right, because our boat isn’t working!”

Tony’s ears perked up at the mention of the broken boat. “You need me to fix it?” he asked. Then his eyes fell. “Crap, my tools are back at the cabin.”

“You mean you didn’t bring a suit?” Sam asked, raising his eyebrows.

“I brought a bathing suit,” Tony replied.

“That’s not what I…” Sam trailed off. He shook his head. “Never mind.”

“Can you just tow us back?” Steve asked.

“Of course!” Tony replied, rubbing his hands together.

“No way,” Bruce said at the same time. Steve and Tony stared at Bruce expectantly.

“And why not?” Tony asked, crossing his arms.

“Size difference, for one,” Bruce answered. “Two, this skiff is almost as old a Cap. Plus we don’t have enough horse power.”

“I agree with Bruce,” you replied. “We’re not towing this thing anywhere.”

Tony scoffed and pulled out an extra rope from under his seat. “Ye of little faith!” he yelled. “Just watch!”

Tony re-tied your rope and his rope so they were in optimal towing position. Clint undid his own ropes and dragged his tube onto the pontoon. Everyone sat down as he cranked his engine and began driving. Slowly, your pontoon began to move, and everything was looking up.

Then Tony’s engine started smoking.

“TONY!” you shouted over the roar of the motor. Bruce turned around and slapped Tony’s back repeatedly until he turned around too. He immediately cut the engine, but it was too late. The force of trying to tow the larger boat was too much.

“Crap!” Tony yelled, yanking the cover of the motor off. The smoke died down, and Tony ventured a look inside. His grim face told everyone what they needed to know.

“Well that’s melted,” he admitted, scratching his neck. “Whoops.”

Bruce put his head in his hands. “You idiot.” Tony just shrugged sheepishly.

“So we’ve got two boats with motors that don’t work, no cell service, and no people in sight,” Steve groaned. “You know what I call this? A disaster!”

“Actually,” you pointed out, “it’s vacation.” Everyone stared at you, and even Nat had peeked her head up. “What?” you asked. “It’s a gorgeous day, and we have plenty of food and booze. I say we wait it out and enjoy it.”

Bucky was the first to respond. “I agree, doll,” he said, pulling out the cooler. He took out a beer and toasted it to you. “We’ll never have this much silence when we get back to the city.”

“Tin Man’s right,” Sam added. “Let’s party!”

You smiled and pecked Bucky’s cheek as he scowled at Sam. Tony hopped onto the pontoon while Bruce opted to lay out and read in the skiff. He even brought his own pillow from the cabin, and soon, he was entranced with his book. Clint stuck to getting a tan on his water tube, and the rest of you stripped down to your bathing suits as the sun shone high in the sky.

You couldn’t have asked for a better day. The sky was crystal clear, and there were no clouds in sight. There was a slight breeze that made the air the perfect temperature. Trees surrounded you on all sides, and you could make out some cabins on the shoreline. That was the cool thing about Raquette Lake. Some of the islands were so remote, that the only way to get to them was by boat because they didn’t even connect to the main road.

You sighed and stretched your arms out to reach the sun. Something cold touched the back of your neck and you shrieked. You spun around to find Sam grinning at you, a bottle of beer in his hand.

“Sam!” You slapped his shoulder. “You jerk!”

Sam just waved the beer in your face, but you shook your head. “We can’t operate the boat if we’ve been drinking,” you informed him. “I’ll DD.”

“Suit yourself,” Sam said, unscrewing his cap. He chugged the beer and burped.

“Have some manners, Bird Brain!” Bucky called over his shoulder. Stretched out on his stomach, he took up the entire front of the pontoon. His metal arm gleamed brightly under the intense sun. He laid back down as Sam hurled back some more insults.

“Watch this,” Sam whispered, putting down his empty beer bottle. He crept over to the side of the boat and climbed over the railing.

“CANNONBALL!” he screamed as he jumped into the lake. A huge wave engulfed Bucky, whose peaceful expression turned into one of rage. He coughed and spluttered as he shook the water out of his hair.

“WILSON! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” Bucky jumped off the pontoon and the two men began fighting in the water. Not one to be left out, Tony jumped in after them with an inner tube around his waist. He repositioned himself so he lazily floated around the boat as Sam and Bucky tried to drown each other.

Steve’s stoic expression hadn’t left his face since the boat broke down. As he watched the hilarity in front of him, he couldn’t keep a small smile from popping up. You wrapped your arms around his stomach and kissed his bare back, now warm from the sun. He turned around in your arms and captured your lips in a soft kiss.

“M’ sorry,” he mumbled, rubbing small circles on your shoulder blades.

“Vacations are supposed to help you unwind,” you gently reminded him. “Not make you more stressed.”

“I know, I know,” he sighed. “I’m just so used to having every minute planned out that it’s hard for me…” He trailed off and looked out at the lake.

“It’s hard for you to relax?” you finished. Steve nodded. “I can help you with that,” you whispered, pulling him in closer. He raised his eyebrows in anticipation as your lips traveled closer and closer to his own. While he was distracted, your hand reached out for the cooler behind Steve and pulled out a bottle of beer. You innocently held it up between you two and wiggled your eyebrows.

“Ahhh, you’re killin’ me, Y/N,” he groaned. But he took the beer anyway and popped the top off.

“Oh my gosh, Captain America is drinking a beer!” you gasped dramatically. “Captain America is smiling! Captain America is-” You yelped as Steve picked you up and held you over the side of the boat.

“Keep it up, Y/N,” he chuckled as your squirmed in his grip.

“Nonononono,” you repeated. “I don’t wanna get my hair wet!” Steve finally relented and put you back on the boat. You got ready to give him a piece of your mind when Tony let out a shrill scream.

“What the heck was that?” Nat asked, finally sitting up. Her red hair shone in the sunlight, and it sat in perfect curls on her shoulders. How she always managed to keep her hair so neat was beyond your comprehension.

“I can feel something!” Tony yelled again. “It’s touching me!” He held his legs high in the air while trying to keep his butt out of the water. As a result, the inner tube shot out from under him and he sank beneath the surface.

“Tony!” Sam exclaimed. “What the heck are you…ack!” He yanked his hands off of Bucky’s submerged head and spun around in the water. “I felt it too!”

“Slimy!” Bucky spluttered. “There’s something slimy!”

“Guys, chill,” you said. “It’s probably just some weeds or a fish.”

Tony, Sam and Bucky all looked at each other and then back at you.

“A FISH?!” they screamed. You had never seen three grown men try to swim to a boat so fast in your entire life. It was like a competition to see who could get out of the water first.

“You’re rocking the boat!” Nat complained as she tried to steady her soda on her knee. She took a bite of one of the sandwiches you had packed in the food cooler and frowned.

Tony reached the platform first, but fell back into the water as Bucky shoved him out of the way.

“You did that on purpose!” Tony screeched, pulling himself back up. “You’re such an-ooo is that food?” His demeanor changed completely as he watched Nat eat her sandwich. Bucky and Sam also stared at her hungrily, their plight with the fish completely forgotten.

Nat nodded her head slowly and put her hand up as the men tried to move closer. “You don’t get food if you keep rocking the boat. Got it?” They all nodded, and she waved her hand, granting them permission back on board. They tiptoed around her as they made their way to the cooler of food.

Soon, everyone had more beer and food to go with it. Steve turned on the radio and a country song floated through the air. You nestled up against his side and relished in the warm sun.

Anchored out and gettin’ loud all summer long

Side by side there’s five houseboat front porches

Astroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches

Regular joes, rockin’ the boat that’s us

The Redneck Yacht Club

After a full stomach, Sam decided to blow up the extra pineapple-shaped water float and join Clint back out on the water. Since it had a solid bottom, he wasn’t worried about getting attacked by another fish. Bucky and Clint shared the big water tube, and Tony blew up a pizza-shaped float. You shook your head as you stared at the goofy floats the boys had picked out at the general store.

“Children, all of them,” you chuckled, turning around the face Steve. He gave you a sleepy nod as he spread out his beach towel and laid down on the pontoon. Before long, everyone was enjoying an afternoon nap in the sun. You sat at the driver’s chair and leaned against the side of the pontoon, humming along to the music.

“So when are you going to tell them?” Nat asked as she perched herself on the card table across from you.

“Tell them what?” you asked.

She quirked her eyebrows and held up an extra gas line from behind her back. “This,” she replied.

“Put that away!” you hissed. When you had picked up the pontoon boat the day before, the owner of the rental place had mentioned the gas line was old, so he gave you an extra just in case. When the boat had stalled out, you had immediately known the source of the problem. But who said getting stuck in the sun was bad for anyone?

“They needed a break,” you whispered as Nat hid the gas line under a beach towel. “I’ll fix it eventually. I mean, look at them.” You both stared at your sleeping friends.

“They do look pretty relaxed,” Nat admitted. She yawned and let out a laugh. “I think I’m gonna join them.” She gave you a small wave and went back to her spot.

You grabbed a beach towel and made sure the gas line was still hidden. You laid out the soft fabric next to Steve and sighed contentedly. Strong arms pulled you towards Steve’s body, and you grinned as he nuzzled his nose into your neck.

“Love you,” he mumbled sleepily. You gave him a gentle kiss on his nose and smiled.

“Love you too.”


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A record of things said by Stucky and Staron shippers...

Staron shippers

  • “While Sharon is underdeveloped as it is, there can and should be more room for her to grow”
  • “Sharon does a lot in CW, she aids Cap on his journey to find Bucky and risks her job for it.”
  • “Sharon is fantastic woman and she deserves none of this petty hate, we need to appreciate the few women we have in the MCU.”
  • “She’s not JUST the love interest.”
  • “Sharon is not disrespecting her aunt, Peggy does not want Sharon or Steve to mope about over here, the world will not stop for Peggy. She want’s both of them to be happy, especially Steve- #proudaunt.”
  • “Staron is a lovely couple.”
  • “It’s not that we hate LGBT representation, we are for it- but there’s no need for the disrespect.”

Stucky shippers

  • “I hope that bitch is thrown against a wall.”
  • “Sharon is nothing but a love interest.”
  • “Sharon has no place in the MCU.”
  • “Sharon is a manipulative bitch.”
  • “Why have her when you have Bucky!?”
  • “she’s icky.”
  • “Bucky hated that kiss you can see it in his face.”
  • “Peggy is rolling in her grave.”
  • “Sharon is just a “no homo” character.”
  • “Steve should not have kissed Sharon.”
  • “straight ships are gross.”
  • “There’s so much sexual tension in that elevator.”
  • “Sharon used that speech to push herself onto Steve.”
  • “Sharon fans are bitter lmfao.”
  • “No, i’m bitter, I hate women, and my white cis male gay ship is better than you.”
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Request: can u do an imagine for the reader being Tony’s daughter, and Tony gets pissed when he finds out that the reader & Peter have been secretly dating for months (bonus points for Peter being really awkward about it, but mostly TERRIFIED)

Spider-ling? Y/n, really?!”

You looked up at your dad’s furious face sheepishly. He was staring at you angrily, pacing up and down the living room. You had just accidentally let slip that you and Peter had been dating for months now, and you were completely regretting your slip-up.

Peter was currently standing awkwardly next to you, not saying a word. You felt a little sorry for him. Your dad was probably going to terrify him out of his wits.

“Parker!” Tony barked, rounding onto your boyfriend. Peter squeaked, jumping a little. “I trusted you, and you go and date my own daughter?”

Peter’s stayed completely silent, eyes wide with terror. You stepped in front of him, face-to-face with your dad

“Dad, calm down,” you steadied, holding your palms up. 

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing heavily. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. This was exactly why you had tried to keep your relationship with Peter a secret. 

“How- How long have you two been together?” Tony sighed, struggling to keep his voice down to a minimum. “A couple of weeks?”

“Uh,” Peter mumbled, finally speaking. “About five months.”

“FIVE MONTHS?!” Tony yelled, face turning more red than a beet root. “You’ve been lying to me for five months?!”

Peter trembled, looking cautiously up to your dad’s face. “Uh, sorry, Mr. Stark?”

Tony jumped up, charging towards Peter. “Parker, I’m going to kill you!”

Peter bolted away faster than you could blink, as you attempted to block your dad’s path, giving your boyfriend a few more seconds to escape. You loved your dad and all, but having your him throw your boyfriend off the top of the Avengers Tower was not a high option on your bucket list.

How Are You?

Originally posted by holy-fucking-damn-shit

Summary: “Talking to an old friend makes you realize how much your life has changed” -Unknown 

Pairing: none

Word Count:2,000ish words 

Warnings: mentions of getting bullied and parents splitting up. 

A/N: This was written for @lovemesomepie85 for her birthday which happened a couple of days ago. 

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When you were little you were always shy and stuck by yourself. Even through grade school and after your family moved to Dallas, Texas during your Junior year. That year you met someone who understood you and always protected you. He was there when you were getting bullied and when your parents decided that it was best to get a divorce. He was there to help you, hold you, and protect you from all harm. Over the years he had become like an older brother to you or well that was how it was in the beginning.


A couple of years ago you started to feel something more but you never told him. You were scared to tell him especially because he had everything going for him. He was doing what he loved and you definitely didn’t want to stop that or mess it up. Even now you still felt the same after not seeing him for a couple of years and moving away to another state, then to another country. You had moved to Australia for your job, you were a doctor. When you got there you met one of your closest friends, Sarah Fudge soon to be Shepparrd. She had taken you under her wing and showed you how everything was done in Australia. It wasn’t that hard to learn everything and you only had your fast learning abilities to thank for that. Australia was definitely different than America but you couldn’t have been happier, you were in a new place. But when you got the call from Sarah asking if you would come to California to help with last minute wedding details you decided it was time. You couldn’t stay away or run away from America forever and would have to probably face Jensen again. It would be hard if you tried because of Sarah’s fiancé, Mark, who was friends with Jensen.


A couple of days after the call and you had booked a flight you were on your way to spend time with your friend and new little niece. Sarah had sent you pictures and you couldn’t have been more in love with the little girl. But as soon as you were holding her those thoughts changed and you didn’t want to put her down. “So (Y/N) how is Woollahra without me” she asked and I sighed, “Everyone misses you, especially your parents” I told her and she nodded while smiling then we took off from the airport. “So Mark is at a convention this weekend, so if you want we could have a girls weekend while we plan the rest of Mark and I’s wedding” she told me after a while into the driving and you agreed. You loved those kinds of weekends with her because you would stay in and watch an action movie like Suicide Squad or Captain America. We would also drink a wine and sometimes forget the movie and just talk about anything. “You know (Y/N) I don’t understand why you always said you don’t like America, it is pretty nice” she told me and you smiled while thinking about Jensen. “I fell in love with someone and I never told them because I didn’t want to mess up anything that was going for them” you told her and she oh’ed. “Who was it” she asked and you smiled again while shaking your head. “I can’t, you might know him or something” you told her then went to the guest room that she had told you was now yours for whenever you visited. “You can’t just walk away from me with that” she told you while you started to go through your bookbag. You didn’t plan on staying for long so you packed a bookbag and that was it. You had learned to pack light because Sarah and you loved to go on day trips in Australia and you were in charge of packing one bag for the both of you. Those trips were easy to pack for since you both were the same size and wore the same style of clothes.  “Please tell me, I promise I won’t try to go looking for him” she told you while you finally choose something to wear but you stopped to look at her. “We both know that is a lie, you have tried that line before and still went looking” you told her and she sighed knowing that you were right. The only difference from then and now was that she had no idea it was Jensen Ackles one of her friends. When you had told her back when you lived together, you were intoxicated and were telling her wrong things like that his eyes were blue instead of candy apple green.


Once she had finally left the room, you changed into some comfy clothes then headed out to meet Sarah on the couch. She had already put in Suicide Squad, something you haven’t seen yet, and had gotten the wine and her wedding binder out. “So what are the plans” I asked her once you sat down and Isabella was in your lap. “I ordered Chinese, Mark should be picking it up for us and dropping it off” she told me and you froze. “Don’t worry though he has to go back out and won’t be back until after you leave, he just wanted to stop by and see us” she told you and you nodded. “Then once he stops by we will get to planning while the movie plays and I will get all of the dirt on Mr. Loverboy” she said while you sighed but nodded. When she was finished talking there was a knock at the door then someone stepped in who I recognized as Mark, you had seen him over Skype once or twice, and Jensen with someone else who was extremely tall. As soon as you looked at Jensen you booked it out of the room, silently hoping he didn’t see you. Once you got around the corner you slowed down a little bit and noticed you still had Isabella in your arms which made you gulp. “Who was that” you heard Jensen ask and you sighed, he was always curious and needed to know things. At least that was how it was with you, he always wanted to know who you were with or where you were going. He even scared away your prom date and you had to tag along with him and his high school sweetheart. Her name was Danneel and you were really close to her but once she moved back to Lafayette, Louisiana you lost contact with her. “Uh that was my friend from Australia, her name is uh (Y/M/N)” Sarah lied for you. “Don’t you mean (Y/N) honey” Mark asked and you peeped around the corner to see Sarah shaking her head at him with a look you knew very well. It was the shut-up-or-I’m-going-to-punch-you look, but the funny thing is that she never punches anyone. Well, she never punched you. “Didn’t you know a (Y/N) (Y/M/N) once” the tall man asked Jensen and you hid again then looked down at little Isabella who was starting to look a little unhappy. “Shh, Isabella, its okay” you whispered to her but she soon started to cry and you heard someone walking your way. “Jensen stop, I got it” Sarah started to tell him and you sighed but you were soon met with the green eyes that you came to love. “(Y-Y/N)” he stuttered while Sarah soon walked into the hallway where you had been hiding, “Oh” was all she said then walked out with Isabella in her arms since she had taken her from you to calm her down.


“Uh, hey, Jay, how are you” you asked and he laughed a little. “We go from speaking for hours on the phone to you leaving the country as soon as we stop and the first thing you say is hey, how are you” he asked and you nodded. “What else am I supposed to say” you asked and he sighed, “how about an ‘I missed you’” he told you. “I did. Also me leaving the country had nothing to do with you. My boss thought that it was better for me to go to Australia so I did” you told him and he nodded. “I missed you too” he told you after a minute of staring in (Y/E/C) and you smiled at him then pulled him in for a hug. After you pulled away you went into the living room where you and Sarah were once sitting and grabbed your wine then gulped it down. “Hey (Y/N), how are you” Mark asked after you walked over to where they were after you set your glass back down, “I’m fan-freaking-tastic” you told him and they all laughed a little which made you a little confused but you brushed it off after a couple of seconds of thinking. It was probably from the show since they all worked together on Supernatural. “Oh, I’m Jared by the way” the tall man told you and you turned towards him with a smile, “I’m (Y/N), it is nice to meet you” you told him then allowed him to pull you in for a hug which was really warm. It was almost as warm as Jensen’s. After a couple of minutes of talking the boys soon had to leave and you were left with Sarah to finish your girls night. “So I found out who Mr. Loverboy is” she told you playfully and you laughed. “I bet you did” you told her then grabbed a container of Chinese food and went over to the couch. Once you got there you plopped yourself on most of the couch then started to eat while Sarah went to put Isabella down. When she came back she was holding a blanket for the two of you to share and you took it from her so she could get her food. “So I was thinking” she started and you nodded sorta knowing where this was headed. “Yes” you asked hoping it wouldn’t be too crazy. “I was wondering if you wanted to move in here with Mark and I. We would love to have you and I’m sure Isabella would be happy to have her favorite aunt here as well. Also you can get to know Jensen again and maybe-” she went on and you finally cut her off. “I’d have to think about it but I don’t want to be a burden” you told her and she shook her head. “You wouldn’t be, Mark and I love you like your our little sister” she told you and you knew what she meant. You had only met Mark a few times but you had instantly clicked the first time you met so it didn’t matter. “I’ll think about it, I promise” you told her and she nodded.


After that, you both went back to work and soon enough it was nearing three in the morning and your phone had not stop buzzing. “You should really answer that” Sarah told you after your phone signaled that someone was calling you for what felt like the fifteenth time but really could have only been the seventh. “Alright, but after we clean up” you told her and she shook her head. “No, I got it. You go talk to whoever is calling you” she told you and you nodded then left the living room, heading towards the backyard. Once you got out there your phone started to ring and you answered it, “Hello, who is this” you asked. “Hey, best friend” you heard Jensen’s voice tell you and that started the talk.