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awrypath  asked:

(Trying to find the rules..) ok, can you pretty please write something about poly R76 and their very intimidating, bigger and strong male S/O protecting them? (or givin them the good stuff, thats up to you) Thank you so much!

Lol I fucked up but i tried. I like the soldier R76 duo though :P

“76?” Reaper growled through his comm, aiming fast and taking a shot at a guy to his right. This moment, Reaper and a small team were in the middle of an all out battle inside Numbani. It appeared a group had separated from Talon and had decided that Numbani would be easy pickings

Six more people came running from the buildings at the sound of the shot, each heavily equipped with guns and ammo. Eyes narrowing, Reaper assessed the situation and in quick judgement, he moved as they took aim.

Leaping behind a large post, he bullets flying past him as he reached for his comm again. Why wasn’t 76 answering him? What the hell was going on? Was the connection severed?

Static crackled along the line at that moment. “R–per–not–afe—-retre—-” Jacks voice was faint and Reaper felt worry course through him. What was that old fool doing?

There was no time to find out as the line went dead.

“Y/n, I need Jack’s position now,” Reaper growled, and he could hear the yells in the distance. Exactly how many of Talon had turned after he had left them? How many had gone and begun this? Surely they knew Overwatch would intervene, if no one else.

Reaper had given up his hatred of Overwatch and his grudge against his old commander in order to be with Jack, the way they should have been before, and surprisingly one other. The two hadn’t had a chance: the man had somehow captured their hearts. And better, the man was one who knew how to fight, and equal in battle.

“I last heard him taking the east side of Numbani,” came a deep voice through the comm. “I’m heading to his position now. Is he not answering the comm?” The voice was filled with worry and determination.

“No, he isn’t. I’ll meet you there,” Reaper rasped, feeling the anger building in him. If they had hurt Jack…he’d let forth the greatest wrath of all, that he could promise.

Footsteps came closer and Reaper decided he wasn’t going to waste time. A man was just out of reach. Shooting him in the stomach, the others stood dumbfounded as the soul vanished quickly in his presence, consumed by his dark power.

“Death walks among you,” Reaper growled, and without waiting he let forth his death blossoms. Yells rang out and were cut off as a wave of dark mist surrounded him, shots flying as he laughed.

Leaving Talon didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy watching a bit of suffering. Especially if these people had hurt either of the two most important people in his life,

Bodies hitting the floor, Reaper had never felt more powerful as he ran as fast as he could, wraithing through crowds of people when necessary. He was hurrying, trying as fast as he could to find 76. It took 10 minutes to get to that side of the city but the moment he did, he spotted what he was looking for.

And it left him weak. 76 was laying on the sidewalk by a car, a pool of red around him.

Immediately Reaper teleported next to him, dropping to his knees. Ignoring the chaos around him, Reaper carefully lifted him into his arms. It appeared he’d been shot a few times in the chest… Reaper couldn’t tell if he was breathing or not.

“Don’t die on me, Morrison,” he growled, voice rough with the panic and pain he felt at seeing Jack like this. There was a time where all he wanted was this, for 76 to lay there dying on the streets.

But now, the thought of being without him once more was to much.

“Put your hands up,” yelled a voice behind him. Glancing over, he saw three armed men. But Reaper wasn’t planning to just let go of Jack and let them hurt him again.

He couldn’t wraith away with Jack, not when he was so injured like this. It would drain what little energy 76 might have left. All Reaper could do was prepare to cover him.

Aiming, the men glared. “We said put your hands up!” they yelled, but Reaper heard a muffled noise later and the sound of bodies dropping to the ground.

Looking over, Reaper let out the tiniest of breaths. It was y/n, standing there in your gear. Though Reaper never admitted it, he liked how you were so much taller and larger then the two of them. Although he never though of himself deserving one, it was like having a guardian angel of some kind.

“Are you okay?” you growled, walking over and looking down at your two lovers. Desperation filled you but you struggled to stay calm. 76 looked so frail….it was clear he’d lost a lot of blood.

“I’m fine,” Reaper said immediately, looking down at Jack. “We need to get him back to Overwatch. We need Mercy,” he grated out the name.

You nodded in agreement, scooping Jack up in one arm and glancing around. “Comm in a helicopter. We need to go,” you said, but paused. After a moment you gripped front of Reapers belt and pulled him close.

“I’m glad your okay,” you growled, pressing a kiss to the side of his head, even though he wore his hood. Reaper scowled a bit, but admittedly his cheeks heated slightly.

Turning, Reaper ignored him. “Lets go,” he growled and the three headed off.

Imagine Steve Rogers realizing your feelings for him..

You and Steve are best friends, but there was always something more between the two of you.  The whole team saw it but you both.  

However, you started to realize these feelings and started to like Steve more than a friend.  You didn’t want to ruin your wonderful friendship with him so you started to avoid him and push him away just to hide your feelings.  You went to Bucky to talk about it.  You actually went to Bucky a lot, and Steve noticed this and became really upset and angry.  He got jealous. He tried reaching out to you, asking you what was wrong, but you always shut him down.  This made him think about you more and more and whether or not you had a thing with Bucky. You never left his mind.  It made him realize that he could not live without you.  

He realized he loved you.

So on a mission alone with him, you were having an argument with him about something stupid, but it escalated into something more.

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel


“Y/N, can you pass me that gun?” Steve asked, checking inventory.

You were both in the back of a big truck, preparing for your mission.

You refused to look at him and gave him attitude, “Why don’t you get it yourself?”

He gave you a look, “Seriously, what the hell’s your problem, sassy?”

You rolled your eyes and put ammo into your gun, “Shut up don’t call me that.”

His nostrils flared, tired of the attitude you had been giving him these past few weeks.  He harshly threw one of the guns he was holding into his bag, and turned around, “Have you forgotten that we’re on a mission?”

You gave him a look and crossed your arms, “No I haven’t, asshole.”

His eyebrow raised, getting angrier by the minute, “Seriously, Y/N, why are you being such a bitch lately?” he stepped closer to you.

You clocked your gun, “Excuse me? You’re the one who—”

“No! Shut up and listen to me,” he stepped forwards.  Your eyes widened and you stayed quiet.  You didn’t think he would burst out like that, and honestly, you thought it was kinda hot..

“Y/N, you’ve been avoiding me for weeks now! What’s wrong? Tell me.  Did I do something to upset you?” he looked at you with worried eyes.

You had never seen Steve so anxious and worried before.  You didn’t realize how much you had been hurting him, “..No, Steve I’m—”

“And you’ve been replacing me with Bucky, too!” he looked away shaking his head, “…My best friend and my other best friend..”

Was Steve jealous of Bucky?

You spoke quietly, “…No, Steve, I’ve just been talking to him about things.”

He gave you look, “Things you can’t talk to me about?”

You looked at your shoes, “Well, yea—”

He stepped closer and you stepped back, “What? You don’t trust me anymore that you can’t come to talk to me?”

“Of course I—”

“You trust Bucky over me?”

“Steve, you know I—”

“I can’t believe you trust Bucky over me!”

Your frustration grew, “Steve, I just can’t talk to you about it!”

His fist tightened, “I thought I was your best friend, Y/N!  I thought we were closer than that!”

You started getting annoyed at him interrupting you and accusing you, so you just burst, “Shut up, Steve! I can’t just talk to you about you, you moron!” Your eyes immediately widened and you shut your mouth.

Steve’s eyes also widened in realization, but then softened as they bore into yours.  He stepped closer one final time, leaving your back up against the wall of the truck, “You were talking to Bucky about what exactly?” he spoke softly.

You stammered, “I-I don’t… There isn’t… It’s nothing… I just..” you sighed and continued looking at anything else.

Steve took your hand and ran his thumb across it, “Y/N…” 

You looked at him guiltily, panicking, “Steve, I just can’t tell you!”

“Y/N, please. Why were you talking to Bucky about me?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, “Steve, you obviously seem like you know why… Please, don’t make me suffer through this.”

“What are you so afraid of?”

You hesitated and spoke in a whisper, “…rejection.”

“Y/N, just tell me. I would never reject you… you’re my best friend.”

You scoffed and muttered, “‘Friend,’ huh?”

“Common, Y/N, just tell me,” he grinned, “I just want to hear you say it.”

You blushed, “You’re a jerk, but seriously no, Steve.  I’m keeping my lips sealed.”

Why not?” his eyebrows furrowed.

“I said no, Steve,” you argued.

He glared, “Y/N, just tell me the truth.”

“NO, Steve.”

“So you’re just going to leave me hanging? You’re going to keep running away from me and go off with Bucky from now on?!”

Your eyes started watering, “YES!”

“Goddammit, Y/N, you’re so stubborn.” 

It was then that Steve grabbed your wrist and twirled you into him.  His mouth pressed onto yours harshly.  You were taken off-guard, but once you felt his hot lips against yours, you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling intoxicated by his touch. Your body seemed to mold into his like a perfect puzzle piece, wanting more of him. 

You’ve never felt like this with any other person in your whole life.  The kiss gave you a burst of completeness and passion.  It was as if you finally found what you’ve been looking for.

The kiss was long and steamy.  It lasted for a few minutes with a few seconds of air breaks in between. 

You didn’t want to stop, but he finally pulled away and said, “I’ve been wanting to do that for such a long time now.”

You started having a fit of giggles in his arms because of how stupid and childish you both had been.  So many ridiculous misunderstandings that could’ve been avoided if you both had just been honest with yourselves.

He smiled, “What’s so funny?”

“Just kiss me, Captain.”

Originally posted by hellotailor

Requested: Jealousy & Fireworks  // Chris Evans x Reader

Request:  Can I request a fan fiction where Chris and the reader go to universal and she takes him to the marvel strip to take pictures with captain America or something?

Characters: Chris Evans & Reader

Summary: All you wanted was two Captain’s to meet, but you got a whole lot more out of it than you were asking for ; ) 

Warnings: A small tiny amount of smut / swearing / jealousy

Word Count: 1000+ 


          You want to get a picture of him with Captain America Marvel Strip, it was an opportunity that you couldn’t miss. And would refuse to miss even though your boyfriend whined he wanted his turkey leg. After ten minutes of you dragging him over to the strip, you finally let him go to the stand, telling him you’d be by the Marvel strip if he wanted a girlfriend to hang out with.

Little did you know that being at the Marvel strip alone was a dangerous game. Because not even a minute into meeting the Fake Captain America, did he start in on the cheesy one liners.

“Are you from heaven? Because you look angelic in this lighting.” Dear jesus. Help this boy. “I don’t think I can go another minute without asking your name.”

“It’s YN,” I responded, crossing my arms over my chest. But this Cap was persistent. He wasn’t one to give up easily… maybe that was the Captain suit getting to him. Because he certainly was not going to win this battle of my heart. For out of the corner of my eye I saw my real Cap throwing an already devoured turkey leg into a trash bin, and stalking over. He couldn’t even hear the shit this guy was throwing at me. He only saw the seductive stance he had over you, since you were leaning against the smoothed granite wall. His arm was above your head and he was smirking at your emotionless eyes. This was enough ammo for Chris too feel the green in his eyes start to take over.

But here you were, still letting Fake Cap was flirt with you, “I’m pretty strong, they say… and I have a good packaged punch.” You couldn’t help by giggle at the horrible scene that was him trying to flirt with you. Fake Cap seemed horrified by your reaction but you just couldn’t help yourself from giggling. Laughter just kept coming bouncing out of you, easing a little bit as you turned back, seeing past the sun, thanks to your boyfriend’s cap on your head. Smiling you waved for Chris to come over, and meet his representative on the Marvel Strip in California. Chris came up to your side smiling proudly down at you. He kissed your lips quickly before wrapping an arm around your waist and giving Fake Cap a smile of ‘your fucked’.

The boy seemed mortified by now, and was slowly backing up. Putting his hands up in a plea for forgiveness, Chris immediately saw that his anger was useless on this kid. So he let out a friendly chuckle and motioned for him to lower his hands.

“At ease, soldier. And also, Captain America does not back down. Come on, man! That’s rule one in training to be Captain America! Did they not give you the manual?”

Walking over to a Scaredy Cap, Chris gave a nice slap on the boy’s back loudly. Making the poor kid jump with the whites of his eyes on full display. You smiled at the boy, trying to get him to calm down. He was a kid after all. I mean, what harm could the, presumably, 18 year old do?

Suddenly an idea popped into your head, and you reached for your phone before Chris could protest. “Babe! Get a pic with your twin. I need this as a home screen.” The boy said quickly that he wouldn’t charge us for the photo, but you shook your head.

“Hey. I was a kid in high school and in college once, too. A person’s gotta get money somehow! Besides, your cutey. You deserve an extra buck.” Winking at him, as you walked closer, reaching into your pocket to fish for a twenty, but Chris was already handing the kid a $100.

The sad, petrified teen almost started crying at the sight of the bill but took it with gratitude, smiling at us both. Chris just shook his head, when Fake Cap started saying “Thank you, oh my god. Oh god, thank you. Thank you!” Over and over again.

 “Dude, it’s fine. Just keep your hands off my girl and stay in school.” Nodding rapidly, you backed up with your money still in your pocket, thanks to Chris and his heroic real-life self.

Always giving, that one…

Snapping back into reality quickly you held up your phone, with your finger lingering over the button. “Okay, on three say ‘Captain America’s!’ One, two, three!” They said it with blushing faces at the attention they’d gotten. Chris tilted his cap down, realizing people were staring and decided to leave this joint before we were busted and twenty 40 year old mom’s came running over for a picture with Real Cap. Or really, Screen Cap.

“T-thanks for being so cool.” You heard behind you while walking away with Chris’s arm slung over your shoulder. He was talking to you and you knew it by the sheepish look of embarrassment from hitting on you minutes ago.

“It’s no big deal. Have a good day!” Waving nicely you turned back around and looked up at your boyfriend who’s face looked like it was about to burst. With laughter, of course.

“What’s so funny?”

Chris cracked and let out his ginormous laugh. Clutching his idiotic left boob, trying to tell me through breathless giggles, “Boy Cap really is a tramp.”

“That’s so rude! He’s been in the ice for god’s sake how long? 70 years, he deserves some nice action.”

“I deserve some nice action for not yelling at my alter ego who wanted to fuckin’ have you right on the street!” Chris looked down at me, letting his right arm come off my shoulder where I was holding his hanging hand lovingly with my right hand. Stopping the two of us in the middle of the square. His eyes were showing hints of seriousness so I softened them with a toothy smile, my eyes bright against the dawning sun of the muggy August day. Looking up at him, I lifted my heels and pecked his lips. He let his hands come up and hold my cheeks as I leaned in for support at standing on my heels for so long. He deepened the kiss, letting his tongue come into play. His eyes were fluttered shut, protected by those damn eyelashes even I was jealous of. I opened my mouth partially, just for a breath of air and leaned back, still letting Chris cup my cheeks with his hands. Opening my eyes I saw his eyes were already waiting for mine. My big, rounded brown eyes to his striking blue’s.

“Well I mean… It is Cap… but I really do prefer my captain to be blue eyed, brown haired, with a beard coming along his jaw.” A smirk appeared on his face as he leaned out, letting a conversation take the space between our lips distance from each other.

“Really?” I nodded, seriousness in my eyes by playful tones on my tongue,

“Oh yes, and I also prefer him in ball caps, especially the Maples Leafs one, or a Red Sox cap.”

“You’re a tease, you know that?”

“A tease you’d like to squeeze? Am I right? Ahh!” Chris tickled my sides as I squealed, trying to run but getting no more than a foot before he swung me back in his arms. Holding me with my back to his chest. “I’ll squeeze you anywhere, anytime, anyday. I’d squeeze one in actually right now, but I think Disney has some rules against that.” I giggled as he talked to me, his mouth was inches from my neck, making it heated with his breath, but mostly with his words. The heat rose to my face, and I leaned against his back, looking up at the sunset in front of Cinderella’s castle.

Fairytale ending to a perfect day huh?

Cotton candy, two captains, getting hit on by one, and 99% likely to be having sex with the other one sooner rather than later. Because Chris was now pulling me to the bathroom, where the lines had petered out since it was close to fireworks. “I want to see the fireworks, though.” I whined, rushing into the men’s bathroom by the tug of Chris’s hand.

“Oh, you’ll be seeing fireworks, babe.” He opened the handicap stall, and locked it tight behind him, turning around to face me, he took one look at me and charged forward, locking my lips in a tight duet with his. His kisses with like alcohol, strong, hard alcohol that got me drunk if I got enough of it or a hit of it that was too strong. This kiss was only proving that, because I was seeing stars in my head, before he even had a hand under my shirt, just our lips together in a fast paced dance that swept me off my feet.

Even in a bathroom stall, Chris Evans could still make me quiver at a single touch. It had been the hottest day of the year, leaving both of us with dewy skin. Sweat, covered skin that was stuck together now as we removed any article of clothing we had on our bodies. Chris’s back was lifted and bare it stuck to the wall, as he took me in his arms, letting me wrap my legs around his waist before settling in on an exclusive roller coaster ride. Our moans, screams, and shouts were blocked out by the fireworks that were shooting into the sky outside of the stall, just above the heads two thousand people. We didn’t need to see those fireworks though, because we were making our very own in that moment of time.


I hope you guys enjoyed this, it’s not my best but I’m jumping back into posting stories even if I’m not 100% confident with them, because I know these requests mean the world to some, when I request it’s because I truely want an imagination to come to life. I just hope this is what I gave you, Miss Anonymous ;) 

Requests? Open 

A/N: Sorry for the late delay, hope it was okay for you lovely! I wonder if you even remember sending this! But apologizes aside thank you for your requests. 

Requests mean the world to writers. Honestly. 

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