buck if the avengers were animals what animals would they be???? thank you
i assume you mean based on personality, and not which avengers have been turned into which animals lately.
what has happened to my life that that is even a question i have to ask??
anyway, steve would be a dog. everyone is right on the money on that one; hed be big, fluffy, loyal as hell, appetite the size of rhode island and love to play fetch. and also have the bite power to sever a mans hand if he was so inclined. you would trust him with a baby but also to eat the face off anyone who threatened that baby. well. maybe not EAT. he does have SOME standards. theoretically.
tony would be a raven. reputation associated with death, but personality of a class clown–likes pranks, messing with people, and trying new stuff. dedicated to family and intelligent as hell. chatty. tool user. did you know ravens can people-talk? if they couldnt, im sure tony would figure out how anyways.
nat would be a swan. beautiful, graceful, but at the top of the do-not-fuck-with list in most animals books. mates for life and more loyal than you would think, with a take no shit and no prisoners attitude. i have a healthy terror of swans, as does any sane human being.
clint would also be a dog, but not like steve. hed be one of those scrappy little terrier mutts that descend from a working breed that are supposed to do things like kill rats. just as loyal and smart and fun-loving as the big guys, but makes up for lack of size with pure tenacity. and so scruffy its cute.
bruce would be an elephant. smart and social, with strong emotional bonds, generally calm and compassionate, but never something you want to be standing in front of when it gets pissed. also really enjoys peanuts?
thor would be a lion. content to chill out most of the time, and more social than most cats, but also totally down to throw down on a moment’s notice. pretty smart but not somebody you ever wanna cross. majestic as anything.
i would be a bear. likes a lot of food in large quantities, and i would love to sit in a river and let dinner fling itself into my mouth. asleep like half of the time. big and badass but generally pretty chill, and smarter than you might think. also a faster runner than you might expect (that’s not really about me, bears can just run at like 35 mph which is a thought to keep you up at night.) and if theres one thing everyone knows about bears, it is that you do not mess with what they are protecting.
also they are opposed to forest fires?? not sure what that has to do with anything, but i guess i can get behind it
he doesn’t tell Black Hat, because of course not,
and he’s just dragging himself through the day- keeps on nearly
tripping over his own feet, or walking into the doors, or the walls, and
Black Hat doesn’t pay it any mind, because why should he.
5.0.5 is the first one to actually notice, and they just worriedly make
bear-noises at him, but Flug just pats their head like ‘no it’s fine
hahaha, don’t worry.’
Summary: Alec ended his relationship with you to marry Lydia and since then, you hadn’t spoken. After trying to save Ragnor, you end up facing certain death. The only question is, if you wake up will you still have time to win Alec back or will he be the new Mr. Branwell?
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“You need to go to the infirmary.”Alec’s eyes widen, “What’s going on?”
“Y/N has some internal bleeding – something about the glass
travelling through her blood stream or something – I don’t know. But you need
to go see her, Alec, while you can.”
Alec doesn’t hesitate for even a moment, bounding down the
aisle as everyone’s stares and whispers turn to a blur. As he reaches the door
to your room he hesitates, his hand on the handle. Your screams can be heard
echoing down the halls but they momentarily subside as Alec takes a seat beside
You suck in a breath, wincing.“Y/N…” his eyes well up as he moves hair away from your
forehead, “I’m – I’m so sorry,” he cries, burying his face by your side.
You run your fingers through his hair, before letting out a
cry of pain.
“We have to sedate her,” the doctor states, pushing Alec out
of the way. He presses his back against the wall, his breathing heavy.“What’s going to happen to her?”
“We have to take her into
surgery. After that, only time will tell.” —————————————————————————————————-
“Hey, you’re awake,” Isabelle squeals and you grimace as she
wraps her arms around you, “Sorry,” she laughs, pulling away.
“You really scared us,” Clary sighs and Jace nods in
agreement before he notices your eyes wandering.
“You’re looking for Alec.”
You slowly nod and Jace looks at the floor, “He went through
with the wedding.”
Your throat closes up at his words and you force a smile, “Oh.”
“He’s in his room if you want to see him,” Isabelle states,
her eyebrows furrowed together as she stares at Jace, “Doc says you can walk.”
You nod, slowly pulling yourself out of bed and Clary
steadies you, a grin on her face.
“You’re creeping me out,” you stammer, staring at all of
them as they stare back at you in amusement, “Did you take some of the stuff
they put me on?” you ask and they all grumble, their expressions dropping.
You slowly walk towards Alec’s room, one hand on the wall
for support. You hesitate outside his room before knocking, “Its y/n,” you call
There’s no answer and you slowly turn the knob, pushing it
open but the room is empty. You slowly make your way back to your room, pushing
the door open and screaming as Alec jumps out from behind it.
“EUGHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” you scream in surprise before putting
your hand over your chest, stumbling backwards and clutching your side in pain
as you land on the floor.
Alec’s eyes widen in concern as he pulls you up, his hands
on either side of your face and examining you. Your eyes wander around the
“Alec, what is all this?” you whisper in amazement as you
look at the room which was filled with yellow roses, yellow balloons and even a
life size yellow teddy bear.
Your face drops, “Guess Lydia’s favourite colour is yellow
too, huh?” you mumble, “Though, it’s not
like I died, how did they manage to kick me out of my room so quickly?” you
grumble, letting your fingers trace over the petals of the flowers.
Alec looks at you in confusion, “W-hat? No, these are for you…”
You stare at him in confusion, “For me?”
He slips his hand into yours, “I thought I was going to lose
you…” he traces a fingers down your cheek, delicately tracing your lips, “Look
at you,” he whispers before pulling you into his chest.
You stay there for a moment before pulling away, “Alec…”
“I love you,” he whispers, “It’s always been you and it will
always be you.”
“Alec,” you smile crookedly, sniffling as tears trail down
your cheeks, “I love you, but we can’t change what’s already happened.”
“No one told you?”
“Told me what?”
“Nothing – Nothing happened,” he states and you choke, “W-WHAT?!”
“Nothing happened. No marriage, not even a kiss.”
“J-Jace said you went through with it.”
“My bad!” you hear
Jace call out from down the hall, a smirk evident even in his voice.
You shake your head laughing, “I’m so embarrassed,” you chuckle,
wiping away at your eyes with your sleeves.
“Now you know I still love your idiot ass – I should’ve made you work harder,” you
sigh, “Should’ve punished you a little.”
“Trust me, you couldn’t have punished me more than the way I
felt watching you in surgery.”
He presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you, I love you,
I love you,” he whispers continuously, peppering kisses all over your face
before he returns to your lips.
“Let’s go away for a while,” he suggests, “How does France
“It sounds far away and time consuming.”
“So, perfect for us then,” Alec grins.
“Where’s Alec and what have you done with him?” you scoff.
“What would you say if I told you I have two honeymoon
tickets to Paris?”
“That’s sad… and so,
so wrong,” you giggle.
“But, this-“ he wraps his arms around your waist, “This is right.”
“Then I’d say ‘Fuck
yeah let’s hook up on top of the Eiffel Tower’.”
Alec blushes, “My mum
is in the next room,” he mumbles, his cheeks a bright shade of red.
“Well, I hope she has earplugs so she doesn’t hear us doing
this,” you laugh, pulling your shirt over your head as you pull Alec onto your
A/N:make sure you check out my new jace imagine here and my first ‘the 100′ imagine with john murphy here!
I want to say that I love your writings but that doesn't do it justice. I look forward to them. Also, can I ask for one we're reader is a tomboy that acts flirtatious and confident- but it's really to mask very low self-esteem- and secretly crushes on Mcree. They'd never ask because of this even though they've been best friends since forever. Somehow, Jessie finds out and uses this to tell reader about his feelings for them (you can use your imagination for the end). Thanks you for reading this!
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You wished you had a hat. Not a cowboy hat like Jesse’s, but just a beanie or a cap or something. Your locks kept on being flung into your face by the wind, no matter how many times you tucked them behind your ear. You felt self-conscious as you hadn’t washed your hair today. A nice hat could cover it up. Granted it was a nice day, and the small inconvenience was probably worth it because the view from the café’s garden was incredible. Perched on the peak of a grassland, you could see rolling hills for miles, with the odd patch of darkened woods where if you looked closely, wild rabbits could be seen hopping around. At least you could, if your view wasn’t obstructed by hair.
“Maybe y'should get the chop.” Jesse observed, sipping at his beer in the dark green bottle.
You huffed at him, holding your hair in both hands as makeshift pigtails, which made him cackle.
“Maybe you should let me borrow your hat.”
“No way, doll. Should'a brought your own.
“Please? How am I supposed to enjoy our lovely day out if I can’t even see.”
Now it was Jesse’s turn to huff. Putting his bottle down on the worn metal bistro table, he gingerly took off his hat. Swooping your hair over your right shoulder and holding it there, you reached over and used your left hand to ruffle his mop as a thank you. He placed the hat down on your head forcefully.
“Oi. Not necessary.” You pouted, plaiting your hair skillfully.
He grinned at you.
“… What?” You asked again, still confused.
“Your hair. My hat. You look like a proper cowgirl.”
You snorted. Jesse picked up his beer.
“Comin’ from the legendary Jesse McCree himself?” You exaggerated the southern belle accent, placing a hand in the centre of your chest.
He nearly spat his drink over you, but managed to swallow it.
“My goodness, (Y/N). Is that really what I sound like?”
Eyes wide, he wiped a hand over his smiling lips to get rid of a spatter of beer.
“No, but you have to admit you do put it on sometimes.”
“Alright, I will admit that. Only if you admit ya like wearin’ my hat.” He smirked devilshly.
You smiled, but your brows were furrowed as to say of course you did.
“Half of my wardrobe is made up of your old clothes.”
“No. I have to keep buying new clothes because ya keep on stealin’ them.”
You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head, laughing.
“You have a point. What’re best friends for if you don’t share clothes?”
You managed to take a swig of your beer, now that your hair was out of the equation.
He was still looking at you, half a smile on his lips.
“Nothin’. Jus’ like bein’ here with you is all.”
“Cute. Now stop being sappy and finish your beer. I want to buy a hat.”
His eyes narrowed at you, keeping contact until he gulped the last drop. Jesse plonked the bottle on the table, followed by a satisfied ‘ahh.’
“I’m surprised you’re not g'na keep that one.” Scraping his chair back he nodded to the leather material protecting your head.
“I haven’t decided yet. We’ll see how lucky I get.”
“You’ve got me. I’ll say you’re pretty darn lucky.”
A dust of pink scattered your cheeks as you rolled your eyes at him and stood up.
He was your best friend, and had been for a very long time. Okay, there were times that you had thought of him as more, but you didn’t want to ruin what you already had. You’d watched too many TV shows and movies where friends decided to be in a relationship and they’d ended up breaking up and not talking to each other again. You knew better. You hoped Jesse knew better too. However, you hadn’t been in a proper relationship in a very long time, your last one ending on somewhat bad terms. It really put a damper on your confidence, and you weren’t particularly keen to go through it again.
Yeah, and Jesse was there to comfort you after the breakup.
That’s because he’s my best friend.
You like him.
Of course I do, he’s my friend.
That’s a cover up and you know it. You like him.
Your lips narrowed and brows furrowed at your internal battle.
“You okay, doll? Y'look a bit outta it.”
“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” You put on a fake smile and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the café.
His warm, large, firm hand that could easily make you bend to his will.
Woah there. Not in public.
Suddenly realising how clammy your palms were, you instantly pulled your hand out of Jesse’s grip and looked back to flash a quick smile to reassure him.
Stepping into a clothing store you picked up the first hat you saw, even if it was in the men’s section. You carefully took off Jesse’s hat and handed it to him to hold. Shoving the grey woollen beanie on your head, you span and turned to look at Jesse expectantly.
“Not g'na lie. You look like a female Reyes.”
You snorted and pulled the hat off, a few strands of your hair coming loose. Jesse came forward and gently brushed them behind your ear. He pointed to a cap.
“Whatta ‘bout that one?”
You put the beanie back on the hook and tried on the cap. You raised an eyebrow.
“You’re too old to even know what that word means.”
You chuckled, reaching up on your toes to pat his head. You’d never really noticed how much taller he was than you.
“It’s okay, sweetie. We all get old one day.”
You turned around to look in the mirror just in time to miss Jesse blush.
“I might get this one. Seems okay.”
“Yeah, suits ya, doll.”
You smiled at his compliment, your eyes catching in the mirror.
Taking the cap off and flattening the rest of your hair, you made your way over to the tills to pay.
“Hi there! Did you find everything you needed today?” The cashier asked.
“Yeah, thanks. I only needed a hat as Mr. Grumpy Pants got annoyed I had to borrow his.”
You like to think she let out a genuine laugh.
You paid for the hat, joking around with the cashier while she put it in a bag.
“I hope you and your boyfriend have a lovely rest of the day.”
You span around on your heels, too embarrassed to correct her.
You are just friends.
That’s bullcrap and you know it.
Stop. There’s nothing more.
You hold hands. You wear his clothes. You enjoy being in each other’s company. You’ve seen the way he looks at you, right?
You pulled the hat out of the bag and tore the tags off. You stuffed it on your head, grinning at Jesse.
“Now I don’t have to steal yours.”
He looked at you, blank faced.
“I heard what the cashier said.”
“You did? Oh. Funny, huh?”
“You didn’t correct her.”
“Erm, nope. Sorry? I guess.”
He broke into a grin.
He threw his arm around your shoulder as you both walked down the street.
“Have you ever imagined us being t'gether?”
“I mean.. That’s a full on question.”
“Yae or nae, is all I need.”
“Good. So’ve I.”
You stopped in your tracks and looked up at him, the brim of your cap casting a shadow over your face.
“Di'n’t I jus’ say that?”
You pressed your lips together.
“Well.. How did it pan out?”
“We were happy. We’ve known each other for such a long time, (Y/N).”
“I know we have, but I don’t want to ruin what we already have.”
“You pulled your hand away from me earlier.”
“What was that about? Did'ja get freaked out it seemed we were more than ‘friends’?” He exaggerated friends with his fingers doing air quotations.
He needed to stop changing the subject too quickly, he was catching you off guard.
“Er,” you coughed slightly, “Sure.”
You dipped out from under his arm and started walking over to a vacant bench. He was immediately behind you, you both sitting down at the same time.
“I don’t wanna do anythin’ that makes ya feel weird.”
“It’s weird even talking about it.”
Jesse let out a hearty chuckle. He put his hand on your thigh and his chocolate eyes met yours.
“Seriously, (Y/N). I’ve noticed the way ya look at me.”
You glanced away, feeling like a deer in headlights the way he was staring at you so intently.
“We can go slow. Everything would still be the same. I’ll still be the same ol’ Jesse McCree ‘nd look after ya. There’d just be sex every once in a while.”
You snapped back to look at him, mouth agape.
“Jesse McCree. We are in public!“
He grinned at you wolfishly.
“Well? Whadd'ya say?”
You weren’t used to being put on the spot.
He encased you in a bear hug.
“Y'all have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” His voice slightly muffled from being buried in the crook of your neck. You leant into him, smiling.
See, was that so difficult?
You hated your internal voice. She was always right.
“Wait ‘til I tell everybody back at base.”
“Hey, we haven’t-”
“It’s official, (Y/N).” He sat back and grinned. “C'mon!”
He dragged you from off the bench, headed to where the car was parked, practically bouncing around like an enthusiastic puppy.
You shook your head to yourself and smiled. What on earth had you gotten yourself into.