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.
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!
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.
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.
Summary: “Talking to an old friend makes you realize how much your life has changed” -Unknown
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
A record of things said by Stucky and 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.”
“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!?”
“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.”
As #JewishComicsDay draws to a close, I want to urge you all to extend your interest and your caring beyond the world of superheroes and comic books. Anti-Semitism is a real thing that effects real people. It is at an all time high in Europe. The Yemeni Jewish population currently stands at 51 people. Anti semitism on American college campuses is downright shameful. A day of awareness is great but a life of action is better. When Jewish bloggers talk about their experiences of anti-Semitism in fandom or otherwise: listen. Do what you can to amplify our voices and step up for us where you can. Anti-Semitism has become particularly insidious in leftist, “social justice” communities and that’s what tumblr is. Remember that anti-Semitism is and should always be a part of our conversation when we talk about anti-racism. TL;DR- be a buddy.
To quote from Pirkei Avot: “You are not obligated to complete the work [of repairing the world], but neither are you free to desist from it (2:21).
Rules: Answer the questions with the first letter of your name, then tag 10 people. If the person who tagged you has the same initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use the same word twice.
what is your name? Courtney
a four letter word? Cuck
a boy’s name? Cedric
an occupation? Cultist
something you wear? Cologne
a color? Cyan
a food? CHEESE
a place? Cape Canaveral
something you shout? COCK!!!
a movie title? Captain America
something you drink? Craft beer
an animal? Crocodile
a type of car? Caravan
title of a song? Cleanse the Bloodines
I tag anyone that’s wants to do this! Just tag me back so I can see it!
For lack of anything better to do, Piper leans against the wall behind the drink table and nurses an overly sweet cocktail. Grapefruit isn’t her favorite flavor but it covers the taste of whatever alcohol was mixed in. The party is surprisingly busy, guests constantly trickle in and mill about. They compare costumes or chat, enjoying the relaxed feel of the holiday. No one really grows out of Halloween, you just start buying your own candy and eat it between sips of overly strong drinks. Normally Piper would be enjoying herself more, getting into the flow of conversation or harassing Percy but she can’t help be feel like she’s sticking out. When Annabeth had told her they’d be throwing a Halloween party and she needed to come in costume she’d expected Annabeth to be wearing something a little dorky but cute and Percy to dress like some lame pun. She hadn’t expected Annabeth to be wearing a Black Canary costume, including booty shorts and stockings, and Percy to go all out on a Winter Soldier getup. So while they’re showing off their absurd athletic bodies she’s decked out in an accurate Hogwarts uniform.
Piper loves the costume, it’s easily one of her favorite outfits and she’s not embarrassed to be wearing it but everyone else seems to have gotten a memo that there was a superhero theme. Or at least they all knew something she didn’t, because there’s been three Ant-mans, several Batmans, a Thor with Loki in tow, a lot of Black Widows, and Captain America. Since she’s guessing most of the people here are closer to Annabeth than Percy “I talk to Fish” Jackson, Piper figures Annabeth’s company employs a lot of nerds. Then again finding buildings interesting enough to do eight hours a day for forever is kind of a nerdy thing.
She’s in the middle of debating if she shouldn’t go home and to piece together a Supergirl costume when Captain America walks over the drink table and frowns at the options. The guy has the costume down perfectly, from the hair that looks like it’s been stuffed under a helmet too long, down to the perfect chest muscles that fill out the costume. As Piper wonders if all that muscle is real or a trick of the costume a Black Widow struts over and slides up next to Cap.
“Hey, Sailor,” the girl says huskily, undressing him with her eyes as she stands too close to him.