laughing at this cap sorry

anonymous asked:

Dark frogopera give us the taako shitpost

hjsdkhdkhdjsakhj my friend @vollmetall was doing ms paint drawings and fused some taako legs and a head and i was cr acking up so i drew the horrible leggo

Imagine playing hard to get with Chris.

A/N: This is a request from a wonderfully loyal reader @m-a-t-91, I don’t really know if I lived up to your request ‘cause when I write- I kinda go into a state where I just write what comes to me. I think I wrote what you asked for, I dunno. Enjoy anyway. X

You could feel your best friend, Chris watching you from across the bar as you politely chatted with the third guy to hit on you in one night. You weren’t actually interested, you were just too nice to shoot him down. At least he was slightly better looking than the first two, it helped but he still wasn’t the one you wanted to be with. The one you wanted, the one you were in-love with- had been in-love with since the moment you met him was the blue eyed, brown haired Bostonian that you called a best friend. You didn’t know but he was in-love with you too, just waiting for the right time to tell you.

“Do you want me to get rid of him?” Chris mouthed at you and you bit back your smile, nodding ever so subtly. “Wear the ring,” he mouthed and tapped his ring finger on his left hand; a gesture to the bid the two of you had performed numerous times.

You did as you were told, watching him rise from his stool and disappear into the crowd. You continued to nod at the blond, faking a smile as he talked you through his gym regime. You could’ve listened to Chris talk about his gym regime all day but you couldn’t with this guy, with this guy- all you wanted to do was roll your eyes.

“There you are, my love.” You heard Chris’ voice and felt his warm hand touch the small of your back. “I’m sorry,” his gaze fell onto the blond gentleman who was stunned by the presence of the actor, Chris Evans. “Can I help you? Is there a reason you’re talking to my fiancée?” He asked, grabbing your left hand and holding it up to reveal your ring.

“Uh- no, um-” He stammered, swallowing his nerves as he got up. “I had no idea- I’m sorry, Cap. I didn’t notice the ring and- Have a good night,” he nodded at the both of you and rushed off, leaving you and Chris in stitches.

“I’m sorry, Cap?” You laughed, trying to ignore the butterflies forming in your stomach from Chris’ touch. “That’s fucking hilarious. I have never seen a guy bigger than you so terrified of you,” you said and Chris scoffed. “The role of Captain America has given you a few benefits.”

“First of all, he was not bigger than me. And even if he was, I’m much better looking than that doofus.” He argued and you rolled your eyes; the feeling of disappointment washed over him when he took his hand away. “And yes, the role of Captain America has given me a few benefits. You’re one of them, without it- I probably wouldn’t have met you.”

“But we met at your dad’s dentistry,” you narrowed your eyes in confusion.

“Yes, but you wouldn’t have been interested in talking to me if I wasn’t Captain America.” You rolled your eyes at that. “Please,” he chuckled softly. “Don’t act like you would’ve given me the time of day if I wasn’t Captain America, even after you knew who I was- you barely paid me any attention. All you did was ask for a selfie, you wouldn’t even give me your phone number.”

“I was raised not to trust random strangers, even if said random stranger was Captain America.”

“Bull-fucking-shit,” he laughed. “You just like playing hard to get, you’re like that with every guy.”

“Fuck you, Evans.” You playfully shoved him and he laughed harder, touching his left boob. “I do not like playing hard to get, I’m just not one of those girls who gives her number away willy nilly. Even if I knew who you were, you were still just some random guy. I couldn’t just give you my number, I had to know you were a guy worth trusting.” You told him and he chuckled. “And you are,” you patted his cheek gently and his heart fluttered at your touch, “'cause here we are now, best of friends.”

“I want more than friends,” you thought you heard him mutter under his breath. Your heart skipped a beat but you remained indifferent, just in case you heard him wrongly. “Y/N,” Chris moved in front of you, taking one of your hands in his. “Have you ever thought about dating a friend?”

Your breath hitched in your throat because you knew you had in fact heard what you heard; he was referring to himself and the possibility of him becoming something more to you. You had been wishing for something like that since- God, since before you met him. But like he said, you were prone to playing hard to get; you didn’t know why, you did do it with every guy. It probably had to do with the string of bad boyfriends, after the last one- you were done getting hurt. You knew Chris was a good guy but you couldn’t risk going through another heartbreak and you definitely didn’t want to lose him as a friend.

“Never,” you lied and shook your head.

“I see,” Chris mumbled; his heart sunk as you pulled your hand away. “Yeah, neither.” He forced a smile on his face but you could see the pain in his eyes; you suffered immediate guilt and regret. “I think it’s stupid to ruin a good friendship, I just- I was asking for a friend.”

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded, smiling even though you were dying on the inside. “This is why we’re best friends, we share a similar form of thinking.” You said and he nodded, chuckling with very limited humor. “I’m starving, do you want to go grab some Leone’s?”

“You know I do.” He smiled more genuinely; he couldn’t be with you but at least he could be around you. “Let’s go,” he held out his arm for you to take and you took it without hesitation. “What are we thinking? Eat in or take it back to my place?”

“Anything as long as I get to eat with you,” you told him and his smile widened a little bit. “You know I love you, right?” You asked and he nodded, pressing a quick kiss to the side of your head. “Good,” you managed a small smile, ignoring your aching heart. “Now let’s go get some pizza.”
• • • • • • • •
“I will never ever get sick of pizza,” you grinned as you took another slice from the box. Chris chuckled and took a sip of his beer, smiling as he watched you devour the slice. “Thank you so much for introducing me to Leone’s, it is honestly- the best.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled and lowered his beer onto the hardwood floor. “You know something, Y/N?” He quizzed, crawling across to sit next to you. “I think you’re amazing.” He told you when your facials prompted a continuation. “I think you’re beautiful and funny and talented and- perfect. I think you’re perfect,” he whispered and brushed your hair out of your face.

“I think I’m all of those things too,” you joked because you knew where he was going with all of that. “What can I say?” You dropped your slice back into the box and brushed the crumbs from your hands by swiping them together. “My parents made a masterpiece when they had me.”

“Can you please be serious for once in your life?” Chris narrowed his eyes at you; he was buzzed enough not to care about the consequences. “I’m trying to tell you I like you, Y/N. I’ve been trying to tell you all night,” he said and you sighed. “I know we’re best friends and you don’t want to ruin our friendship by giving this a shot, I don’t either- the last thing I want is to lose you.”

“Then stop,” you told him.

“I can’t,” he shook his head. “I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with just being friends anymore. I know you’re sick of it too, I’m not crazy- I can see the way you look at me. You want this too, you’re just too afraid of getting hurt again which is why you’re constantly playing hard to get.” He took your hands and pressed it to his heart. “But I would never hurt you, Y/N. I would never ever because- you do this to me, you make my heart beat- you make each day worth more than it should. There has never been a day with you that has been bad,” he told you.

“Chris, stop-” you tried to pull your hands away but he tightened his grip. “I can’t lose you, I can’t lose this. Maybe we try this out, maybe it works but- what if it doesn’t?” You felt your eyes well with tears. “What are we going to do then? Who am I going to have in my life?”

“Me,” he answered. “Because you’re never going to lose me, Y/N. You’re the love of my life, I didn’t realize it until now but- I can’t imagine myself with anyone else. As long as you’re around, you’re the one I’m going to love until my final breath.” You felt a smile stretch across your face; the tears that welled from the fear of losing him, fell out of joy. “Even as a ghost, I’ll still love you.”

“Shut up,” you managed a soft laugh and he smiled, leaning in to press his forehead against yours. “Fine,” you huffed and his breath hitched in his throat when he realized what you were about to agree to. “We can try this, but if things don’t work-”

“It will,” he interrupted excitedly.

“If it doesn’t,” you continued your previous sentence. “You don’t get to run out on me. You are going to stay my best friend until the end of time, even if you hate my guts- you’re going to be there for me. Those are my terms, otherwise- it’s a no.”

“More time with my best friend who is also the love of my life?” He quizzed rhetorically and smirked when you bit back your smile. “How could I possibly disagree to those terms?”

“Good,” you smiled. He released your wrists so he could caress your face; you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in. “Because I was getting a little sick of playing hard to get.” He chuckled then smiled when you pressed your lips against his.


Pairing: Steve reader

Summary: the avengers were being troubled by a vigilante; you. they had been trying to catch you for a while, but had failed in every attempt. You finally decided to end this game by confronting the handsome star-spangled man.

A/N: and I finally wrote something. Please ignore any errors, I’m sleep deprived and have a whole lot of stuff to do. this is an introductory part, it will be kind of steamy, flirty series. Hope you like it!

Warning(s): none! (how is this possible!?)

Word Count: 1504


Originally posted by imaginingbucky

Tony frowned as another report about the so called ‘hero’ was handed over to him. he read it and sighed. they didn’t mind your help, anything to help save the world was welcomed. but they were still dubious about letting you continue doing so alone. After all, they couldn’t have blind faith in you and sit their believing that you won’t ever cause any harm.

‘it’s her again, isn’t it?’ Steve asked tony as he entered the common room.

‘yup, our new saviour!’ he waved the report at him. Steve took the report and gave it a quick read.

‘we really have to find her. it’s getting a little out of hand.’ he said as he placed the file on the table.

‘a little? On that last mission, she flew right past me with a wink and sent me flying back with her powers!’ he waved his hand in the air. Steve tried to hide his smile as the memory of tony spinning in the air helplessly popped in his mind. ‘I know you’re laughing, cap.’

‘I’m sorry. well, you don’t have to worry about it now,’ he kept a hand on his shoulder. ‘Clint and I are going to make this bust at a warehouse today, I bet she’ll be there.’

‘well, she better be. And can you do me a favour?’ he asked and steve nodded. ‘rip off that bandana of hers from her mouth and burn it in front of her.’ Tony said and he rolled his eyes.

‘come on, tony. You shouldn’t have tried to touch it at the first place.’ Steve said

‘yeah, yeah. Just go bring her here.’ He said before Steve left.

Clint and Steve were crouched near the window of the old warehouse. they stayed in the position without moving an inch, watching the gang members as they loaded their supplies. Steve was growing impatient every minute, he was growing tired of not being able to catch you. being captain America and a former soldier, he was getting very frustrated not being able to complete his mission.

Clint rubbed his arms as the chilly wind blew past him. ‘I am getting really tired of this whole cat mouse thing we have going on with this girl.’ He said getting up.

‘yeah, it’s driving me crazy! Whenever she gets out of my hand I feel so..’ he looked for a better word to describe his anger and frustration but couldn’t find one.

‘useless and frustrated?’ someone suggested.

‘yeah.’ he nodded. they both swivelled quickly as they recognized your voice.

‘you!’ Clint pointed and lunged at you but you dodged him effortlessly.

‘yes, it’s me.’ you grinned but they couldn’t see it because of the bandana tied across your face. ‘hello, darlings. Did you miss me?’ you said in a shrill, flirty voice.

‘oh, more than you think.’ Steve quirked his brows.

‘well, I sort of have that effect on people.’ you said before taking off. ‘I think we can continue this chatter after doing some work.’ They heard your voice from a distance.

‘can I shoot an arrow at her?’ Clint looked at Steve.

‘no, we want her alive.’ he took out his shield.

‘not even a little bit?’ he looked at him before jumping through the window.

It took you minutes to clear the base. it never really took you much time with your telekinetic abilities, super strength and power of flight, it was a piece of cake. You tied the last guy with the pole and faced Steve and Clint.

 ‘you’re welcome.’ You bowed. ‘seems like you’ve got everyone you need, I guess I’ll leave.’ you were about to take off before Steve stopped you.

‘no, not everyone. We need you to come with us.’ Steve said with a tone of authority.

‘oh, and what makes you think I’ll do that?’ you crossed your arms. You flew near him, your face inches from him and your heights equal as you levitated.

‘we have a good opportunity for you, you can help without being a nuisance that way.’ Clint said.

‘well,’ you locked eyes with Steve and he gulped slightly. ‘the offer surely is tempting.’

‘so, you’re coming?’ Steve asked.

‘hmm,’ you pretended to think. ‘on one condition.’ You looked at Clint and then back at Steve.

‘what?’ Clint asked.

‘I’ll be here for five more minutes,’ you said.

‘and?’ Steve quirked a brow.

‘and if you’re able to find me, I’ll be very happy to come with you.’ you smiled.

‘oh god, why…?’ Clint pinched the bridge of his nose.

‘oh well,’ you looked at Clint and back at Steve. You grabbed Steve by the neck of his suit and whispered in his ear. ‘catch me if you can.’ You winked at him and left.

‘alright, let’s get this over with.’ Clint clapped his hands and set out to find you.

‘yeah.’ Steve snapped out from his thoughts and followed him.

Steve was looking in the basement area while Clint searched for you on the upper floor. Steve was determined to find you, it had been too long, he never left a mission or task incomplete. He wasn’t in the mood to let you slip this time too. He sighed as he looked around the storage room, it was filled with old furniture and all kinds of rubbish.

‘I am really tired of playing this hide and seek!’ he finally called out. ‘why do you have to do this!?’ he spoke out loud but received no response. He puffed his cheeks before walking deeper into the room. the place got darker and colder as he made his way in. A certain eerie feeling seemed to have settled in.

‘is she trying to murder me?’ he muttered to himself.

You sidled up to his side and he jumped back a little.‘I would never kill you, you’re Captain America.

‘good god!’ he kept a hand on his chest. ‘okay,’ he straightened up. ‘now, according to your condition, as I’ve found you, you’ll have to come with us.’

‘technically,’ you moved closer to him. ‘I found you.’ you pointed at him and he rolled his eyes.

‘I don’t care! Come with me now.’ He tried to grab your hand but you pinned him to the wall. ‘what the-? What are you doing?’ he tried to get out of your grip but you were stronger than him.

‘try as much you want, darlin’. Super strength.’ You tightened your grip to demonstrate. ‘so, why do you guys want me to join the freak show?’ you asked.

‘so that you can help in the proper way, use your powers for good.’ He said without a line of worry on his forehead. If there was anything he had learned after all these years, it was to keep his calm in such situations.

‘I think we can talk about that, I would like talk to one of you first. I can’t reveal my identity just yet.’ You said and he gave you a confused look.

‘and you would want that person to be…?’ he asked.

‘the man I have in a compromising position.’ You said and he could hear the grin in your voice. ‘alright, tomorrow, 7 pm, at this address.’ You handed him a neatly folded piece of paper. ‘don’t keep me waiting.’

‘I won’t. can you leave me now?’ he tried to wiggle out of your grip.

‘oh yeah, sure.’ You let him go and he rubbed his wrists.

‘you’re strong, you can fly and you have telekinetic abilities.’ He looked at you.

‘yup, I’ve got the perfect package don’t you think?’ you asked and he chuckled in response.

‘you gonna take that off?’ he pointed at your bandana.

‘you have to be patient for such things, love.’ You winked and he felt his stomach flip. Was he attracted to you? it couldn’t be, he didn’t even know you that well he couldn’t…

He cleared his throat and shook off all those thoughts. ‘so, I guess I’ll meet you tomorrow.’

‘you bet.’ You pointed at him and began to walk in the direction of the exit. ‘oh, I almost forgot.’ You quickly kissed his cheek. ‘thanks for throwing your Frisbee thingy at that guy.’ You said before leaving.

‘you’re… welcome.’ He breathed and kept a hand on his cheek. ‘and hey! It’s not a Frisbee!’ he called out and received your laughter in response. ‘that’s a cute laugh.’ He thought. He leaned against the wall with a faint smile. he was liking where this was going.

‘hey Steve!’ Clint shouted.

‘what!?’ Steve shouted back.

‘you found her?’ he asked making his way into the basement.

‘yup, more than that actually. She’s willing to talk.’ He waved the piece of paper at him.

‘good, let’s get going.’ Clint pointed in the direction of the exit and he nodded.

Steve couldn’t help but think about you. it was your images that filled his mind. he couldn’t wait to see you again. It was going to be a long night before a day full of surprises.

That Didn’t Take Long

Anonymous asked: Id like to request a Bucky x reader. She’s clints younger sister and fights with team cap at the airport and Bucky likes her but as Bucky and Steve are escaping in the jet she’s lightly injured and when they reunite in wakanda after Steve frees them she’s all fussing over Bucky losing an arm but he’s more worried about her having a few cuts and bruises? Bonus for Bucky kisses <3

Here you go, lovely! I do not own Bucky, Steve, Clint or T’Challa. They belong to Marvel.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, fluff

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x fem!Barton reader, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, T’Challa

Originally posted by oursisthefvry

“Cap needs us.” That was all it took for you to bolt up from your seat. “I’ll get Scott.”

               When you and your brother Clint met up with Steve, you never expected to actually meet Bucky. You also didn’t think he’d be so handsome, especially for a guy on the run. But he was. And he was sweet too. You fell instantly. All the way to the airport, you flirted shamelessly. You couldn’t help it. Bucky was easy to flirt with and, when he wasn’t so focused on the fight to come, he flirted back. Clint wasn’t happy about it, but he was never happy when you showed interest in a guy.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Could I get a 'You see in B&W untill you meet your Soulmate!AU' where the reader doesn't really know RT/AH but her friend drags her along to RTX with Ryan?

Word Count: 955

All weekend you had been drug from one panel to another. You had only agreed to go to this convention because your best friend didn’t want to go alone. Yet somehow you had lost her two hours ago and she wasn’t responding to her texts.

You rolled your eyes after checking your phone again and was only greeted by a new tweet from some celebrity you followed.

At least you were enjoying the panels you were going to so far. You were going to have to check out the content when you got back home. Years of your best friend begging you to watch their stuff and who knew you’d actually like some of the stuff you saw.

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enthw-deactivated20171105  asked:

okay so like what if like The Reader knows that Lucifer is playing Castiel and Lucifer threatens her if she tries to tell her brothers the truth & this would take place during "The Vessel" in season 11 episode 14 & it's really making the reader anxious by not telling her brothers & Lucifer keeps on tainting her? When Sam finally realizes it's Lucifer & he gets really protective of The Reader? lots of angst & fluff? 💕❤️

Warnings: a couple swears, mention of torture

A/N: I AM SOSOSOSOSPSPSO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK FOREVER!!! I don’t really have one set good excuse but I’m sorry and I’ll try to never do that again

“- Just in case things go sideways, somebody needs to be left standing to take care of the Darkness. We can’t risk us both! And at the moment, I’m the least valuable player, you both know that I can’t kill Amara. So the least I can do is get the thing that we need so that you can,” Y/N heard Dean say as she opened the bunker door. Three heads turned to her as she descended the stairs.

“Y/N,” Sam stuttered in surprise. “You- uh, you’re back… early.”

“Yeah,” she said slowly, eyeing him confusedly. “Turns out the vamps were just turned, so it wasn’t as intense as I had expected. What’s going on here?”

“Nothing-” Dean said quickly. “We’re going to send Dean back in time to get a Hand of God.” Y/N turned to Cas when he interrupted Dean. The boys got him a glaring look. “What?”

“He’s doing what now?” Y/N questioned, placing her hands on her hips. “Is this why you sent me on that vamp case alone?”

“What?” Sam sputtered. “No. We just- well, Dean and- I thought…” Y/N raised an eyebrow. He raised his hands in surrender.

“Okay, fine,” he sighed. “You caught us.”

“I can’t believe it!” She threw her hands up in exasperation. “You thought you’d just meander back in time without telling me? What happened to being honest with each other?”

“Look,” Dean frowned, “I didn’t want you to worry. If you were to find out… I just didnt want you to volunteer to go.” “

And you think I want you to go?” She asked softly, though still mad. “Dean, I may not want you to go, but I can still be mature about letting you.“

“So, you’re saying…” Dean started slowly.

“I’m saying that you better go kick it in the ass,” she smirked at him. There would be time for fear and worry and doubt later; right now, there were bigger problems at hand.


“So,” Y/N startled the celestial being. “Your great plan to get this ‘Hand of God’ isn’t entirely fool proof. You don’t seem to care much for Dean’s safety.”

“It’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make, so I’m okay to follow the lead,” he said, barely turning to face her. Y/N frowned.

Cas always looks at me when we talk, she thought in dismay, and he never just lets Dean do anything that reckless.

“You’re totally on board with this?” She asked in dismay. “Even with Dean at risk?”

Cas- or, notCas, as she decided to call him- sighed, turning around slowly.

“I can tell you know something,” he drawled. “You were always the most observant of the Winchester’s. Always looking at everything under a microscope.”

“You know what they say,” Y/N said breathlessly. “The devil is in the details.”

“Indeed he is.” He smiled coldly, lifting up one hand to her chin. “Be careful, Y/N. Cas may have been wary about you fragile humans, but dancing with the devil will hurt you.”

Y/N lifted her chin at him. He snarled and dropped his hand.

“I’m not the one who needs to look out,” she said.

“We’ll see about that,” he snarled at her retreating figure.

I’ve dealt with the devil before, she reassured herself. I can do it again.

I think.


Sam was walking towards the library when he heard them.

“Do you honestly believe that?” he heard- Cas?- say. Well, it was coming from Cas’ direction…

But that wasn’t his voice.

“Maybe not,” Y/N said, “but I know that you won’t get away with it.”

Sam could practically see her body rigid, forcing herself to stand up straight. She only ever stood like that when she was in danger. Serious danger. But she was just talking to Cas.

“That has got to be the most cliche thing I’ve ever heard.”

Okay, that was not Cas.

“Doesn’t matter.” Even from here, Sam had to give it to Y/N. She was facing some unknown monster on her own- one strong enough to take down Cas, a friggin’ angel. There weren’t many monsters who could do that.



“I’m glad to see Sam had finally solved the puzzle,” Lucifer called out. "Why don’t you come out and join us?”

An unseen force pushed Sam out from his hiding place, sending him crashing into Y/N. They toppled over, bound tightly to the floor as the devil continued to perform his spell.

“You know,” he drawled, “I’m not really sure why I’m even keeping you two alive. I just need Dean back- but I’ll probably just kill him after.” Sam and Y/N fought against their binds to no avail. Lucifer just tutted them and continued on.

“Well,” he started again after a minute, an eerie smile creeping onto his face. “We’ve got some time. We could…” he was over Y/N’s figure in an instant, angel blade pressed into her cheek. “…play.”

Y/N tensed her jaw as she felt Sam strain beside her.

“Don’t you dare!” he bellowed. “Don’t you dare touch her. I swear, I will rip your head off if you lay a damn finger on her, you son of a bitch!”

“Tsk, tsk.” Lucifer sliced her skin, from her cheekbone to her chin. She huffed a breath of pain. “You know, Sammy, words do hurt; even the devil. I think we should make them hurt your precious little Y/N, don’t you?”

“Don’t touch her!” Sam growled. Lucifer grinned maliciously. He carved three lines into Y/N’s shoulder.

“Like I said, Sammy,” he smiled. “Every word you speak hurts someone. In this case…” he nicked Y/N’s jugular; not enough to seriously injure her, but enough to start a semi-steady stream of red blood to pool in her collarbone. She let out a long, steady breath. Lucifer pouted.

“Hey, Big Bad Wolf; stop huffing and puffing.” His eyes flashed, and his ‘playful’ self was back again. “Let’s see if we can make you scream.”

And scream she did.


“Y/N.” A voice called out to Y/N, waking her from… whatever the hell she was experiencing. It was dark. And everything sounded muffled. That was all she knew.

“Y/N, come on.”

Oh. And that was definitely Sam’s voice.

“What the hell happened to her, Sam?”

There’s Dean.

“I told you,” Sam’s thick voice rang through, loud and clear. “Lucifer… he got carried away. Not too far, but far enough that…”

Come on, Y/N thought to herself. Stop this self-pity sesh and wake up, dammit!

"That what?” Dean asked harshly.

“That I’m scared,” Sam answered softly. Dean’s breath caught.

Finally, Y/N managed a groan.

“Y/N.” Her brothers immediately were on either side of her, hands hovering over her body as though they were afraid that touch would push her away.

“Ow,” she grumbled. “Ow.”

“Don’t move,” Sam sighed in relief. Y/N sat up, rubbing her eyes and looking over at her brothers. “I literally just told you not to move,” Sam laughed airily.

“The devil just carved me like a Thanksgiving turkey,” she grumbled. “I’m allowed to whatever the fu-”

“Hey, watch it,” Dean warned. “Being Lucifer’s chew toy doesn’t excuse your language.”

“Go suck an egg,” Y/N muttered. Sam chuckled, and Dean couldn’t help but smile.

Y/N tried standing, but pain seared through her body as she moved.

“Ah,” she winced. “Not fun,” she chortled as she tried to walk.

“What are you doing?” Sam was immediately standing beside her, arms out and ready to catch her.

“Walking, dumbass,” she snarked at him. “People do that.”

“Not when they’re covered in fresh wounds,” he responded incredulously.

“Whatever,” she waved him off. Y/N took one step forward before nearly crumpling over in Sam’s- thankfully- outstretched arms.

“Woah, there,” Dean rushed forward. “Maybe you should just take it easy. I’m serious,” he added when Y/N opened her mouth to object.

She sighed in defeat, letting Sam carry her (not that she was complaining) to the bed. He had just gotten her settled when she noticed the TV.

“Wait,” she mumbled, catching the attention of the boys, “Sam, this is your room.”

“Whatever,” he shrugged. “Not like it’s the first time we’ve slept together.”

“Could you do me a favour and never say that again?” Y/N grimaced.

“That’s some nasty shit right there, and I do not want any part of that shit.”

“Language,” Dean warned her.

“Sorry, Cap,” she taunted him. Sam laughed.

“I understood that reference,” the oldest Winchester smirked. With that, he left the room.

“Well?” Y/N asked after a minute. Sam looked at her in his puppy-dog confusion. “You gonna sleep with me or nah?”

Sam scrunched up his nose in disgust.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he admitted, settling in beside her. “That does sound terrible.”

“I’m right about a lot of things, Sammy boy,” she smirked. He elbowed her, noticing the way she clenched her jaw when he did.

“Crap,” he apologized. “I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to-”

“Whatever,” Y/N muttered. “You wanna make it up to me?” He nodded cautiously, like he was afraid to hear the rest. “Get your moose ass over here. Your room is like Canada and you, my dear Samsquatch, are a heat radiator of your own.”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“Okay,” he chuckled. “Whatever you say… peanut.”

“Really?” Y/N asked in disbelief. “For all my years on earth, you’ve only come up with peanut?”

“Shut up.” Sam rolled his eyes and pulled her closer. They stayed there in silence for a long time. Sam’s jaw tensed whenever he heard a whimper of pain or a sharp breath come from Y/N when either one of them shifted.

“It’s not your fault, you know,” she whispered. Sam didn’t say anything.

“You couldn’t have changed anything. We were… We were on our own, defenceless, and unevenly matched. We’re lucky to be here, breathing. If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me.”

“You?” Sam asked incredulously. “Why you?”

“If I wasn’t such a damn great hunter, then I’d still be on that vamp case.”

They both laughed, pretending not to noticed Y/N’s pain.

“I guess you’re right- about that,” he said quickly, knowing she’d say something snarky. He just needed to have this one moment.

“I’m still gonna feel bad, but I guess you’re right. There was nothing… nothing I could do. I think that was the worst part of it.” Sam’s voice was welling up, but the words were just falling off of his tongue now. Y/N simply listened.

“I couldn’t do anything,” he croaked, trying to keep his voice strong. “I was helpless to watch my sister be tortured by the devil himself, and I just- I just feel like I could have- should have- done something else, to keep you safe. Cause that’s my job. To keep you safe. And tonight… I failed. I failed you, and I don't…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence. He didn’t have to.

Y/N pushed herself farther into the crook of Sam’s arm, letting him press her close to him. To let him know she was there, she was alive, she was real.

Because Sam needed her alive. Not to keep him safe on hunts, or to buy him his healthy food instead of Dean’s greasy crap. Sam needed her to prove that he could be better than people thought he’d be. He needed her to show himself that she was alive and healthy and that it was just a(nother) dream.

Sam needed Y/N. More than she could ever possibly know.


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A lot longer than I anticipated, but what can I say? I had a hell of a time writing it. And don’t tell my boss but I took my bluetooth keyboard into work and spent my free time editing this on my phone. Shh… So anyway, this fic was requested by @curiositykilledthecompanion. Enjoy, my darlings!

It’s kind of a basic plot, but can you write a Tony x Reader one where he and the reader are flirting during a mission, and she gets hit, and he thinks somethings wrong, but she doesn’t say anything about it until they get back to the tower? Like, she hides it from him and he gets mad because she could’ve died?


Battles were not renowned for the feelings they invoked. Yet this could not really be considered a battle. The fight was too easy. How could anyone expect to stand up against The Avengers?

“Call it in,” said Steve, who was leading the team. All the team members sounded off – Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor, even the Hulk gave a resounding cry (not that anyone had thought he was in any way missing or injured).

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Can’t Live - Steve Rogers x Reader

Originally posted by buddyineedyou

Words: 1163
Paring: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: uh, getting hurt? LIL BIT OF CIVIL WAR SPOILERS BUT
Requested by: @green-spotlight
Hi :) A Steve x reader one, please? In that scene of Civil War when they are in Lagos, you are on the building that Wanda blows up because u were backup or something, and Steve starts to panic because you are the love of his life and can’t live without you ❤️ Thank you
A/n: Steve Rogers imagines always end up much sweeter than I originally think they will be. Oops.


“You guys know I can move things with my mind…” Wanda said.

You rolled your eyes after taking a sip of your coffee and pushing your sunglasses up. “Yeah, why are we holding back again?”

Sam sighed. “I don’t want to listen to Cap explain it, again. Why don’t you listen when he tells us the first time?” Sam asked.

"You know I don’t work that way.” You smiled to yourself. “Come on, I could go crazy and find him easily.” You said.

“Don’t think about it.” Sam told you.

Quickly enough, they got eyes on Rumlow. And it was time to go into action.

You followed behind Cap, as you were his backup.

After finding Rumlow and his gang inside a gas filled building, Cap gave his orders. “Wanda, like we practiced.” When you heard him say that, you started laughing, just thinking of all the times Wanda accidentally threw Cap into a wall.

“Backup, where are you?” Cap said, cutting off your laughing.

“Sorry, thought I saw something.” You lied, and Wanda gave you a look before you shrugged and jumped off the ground to fly up into the building. Wanda worked on getting all the gas out, and luckily she was able to get it out before it got to you and Cap. Somehow.

You followed Cap around as you were also helping take guys down. But alas, Rumlow was gone by the time you had found the room you both needed to be in.

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