sam is sweaty

Services (Dean Winchester AU) Chapter 1

I said I wasn’t going to post today due to the snide “advice” I received, but writing is my life and you guys enjoy it so much. I can’t take a break. Although, if I get more messages such as the one I did receive I will be done on here. So enjoy it while it lasts. I don’t put up with peoples B.S. 

NEW STORY TO CELEBRATE THE FACT THAT I PISSED SOMEONE OFF. 

Chapter 1

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OMG A PAINTING I’M ACTUALLY PROUD OF?! I said that i was worried about people not being able to tell it was a painting and someone mentioned, ‘sign it.’ duh. Jesus, I can be dumb sometimes.

ALSO: Thanks you guys for the comments and the reposts I love them all!

ADORAR

REQUEST (ANON)Will you please do Steve x Reader smut involving muscle worship like biting his bicep or some thing like that? Or maybe this has been written before would you rec these kind of fic? I love muscular men Jesus help me . 

I personally don’t know any other fics like this , but I hope someone can help you out . I hope you like this nonnie. 

A/N - Thank you Taw @supersoldierslover so much .I love you .

Also I decided to jump on the A/B/O bandwagon with this one-shot because why the fuck not. I love reading them and this is my extremely poor attempt at writing it. But I still hope you like it.

WORDS - 2.2K

WARNING- Smut, oral (mr/fr) , vaginal sex.NSFW GIFS (that’s it I guess. If I missed anything , feel free to tell me , I will add it.)

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

“Urghhh ,Hrmph ….” The sounds of grunts and groans , thudding of the punching bag and clinking of the machines filled the gym . Everyone watching from the sidelines as Steve tried to relieve his frustration. Every omega that tried to walk towards him he’d just hiss and scare them  away . It was a little comical to you . To see Steve who was usually the most calm , just going through tens of punching bags , sweat dripping from his face and his perfectly toned abs , down his juicy thighs.

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You Look Good on Me

Characters: CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1627

A/N: One-shot written for @casbabydontgoineedyou / Katie’s 1K Writing Challenge / prompt #18 - The last time you made dinner, you caught the kitchen on fire. NSFW/18+ readers/adult content – oral sex, female receiving (come on, who doesn’t fantasize about this angel between their thighs?).

Summary: Fluffy, adorable, eager-to-please-you Castiel likes the way you look in his white button down shirt the morning after a night of incredible sex. So much so, he wants to make you breakfast.

(not my GIF)

Lebanon Times daily newspaper tucked under one arm, paperboard Gas ‘N Sip coffee cup clasped in hand, whistling low to the classic rock tune of Smoke on the Water, Dean Winchester leisurely rambled by the bunker’s kitchen threshold. Several paces beyond the door, he stopped up short, coffee sloshing from the ill-fitting plastic lid to splatter his leather shoes, brow furrowing, brain incrementally registering the odd sight presented to his peripheral vision. Gravitating backward, he craned his neck, peering into the kitchen, calmly confirming with a bob of his head that Castiel was indeed situated at the counter attempting to assuage an angrily beeping coffee maker into producing a fresh pot while wearing nothing but crinkled white boxer shorts. Dean scanned up and down the empty hall and around the otherwise unoccupied room before clearing his throat to announce his presence.

Cas snapped shut the top of the ornery contraption, effectively silencing it. Angling to regard his friend, he cordially nodded in greeting, “Good morning, Dean.”

Dean stepped through the door, an amused smirk overtaking his features, “Uh, Cas, look man, it’s great to see you finally making yourself at home, but where the hell are your clothes?”

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The Maid

Characters: reader, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: swearing, smut, Dom!dean, sub!reader, praise!kink, orgasm denial, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex

Word count: 3411

Summary: when you take up a new job as a maid at the bunker, you may have a slight crush on your boss; Dean.

A/N: happy Valentine’s Day, here some Dean smut for you beautiful people

You were running late to your job interview. It wasn’t like you weren’t prepared or didn’t leave on time, but this place was very hidden. You were in desperate need of money so you decided to go to an interview to become a maid at a bunker. You had seen the ad for the job, you didn’t have to book an interview you just had to show up between the time 3:00pm-5:30pm. It was 6:30pm and you had only just arrived outside of this bunker.

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anonymous asked:

Drabble idea: Sabriel + edging ❤️ thank you!

“Not yet, Sam.”

“Please.” Sam’s sweaty and writhing and doesn’t remember ever being this hard.

And no one has fucking touched him yet.

That’s the problem, really. Gabriel’s had him lying in this bed for hours, while he watches from a chair, telling Sam how to roll his hips and when to drag his cock over the soft sheets, but not a single hand (or mouth) has been on him, and Sam’s pretty sure he’s dying. Especially since Gabriel’s gotten himself off more than once and made Sam watch.

“Nope,” Gabe grins. “Not yet. Just keep thrusting. Those sheets feel good?”

Sam claws at the bed, shaking a little because he’s so fucking close and he is not going to come until he’s told to, and nods. “But not as good as you. Come on. Come fuck me.”

Gabriel grins and stays silent, so Sam pushes his luck and rolls over, spreads his legs wide and lets Gabriel see what he could have. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” Sam asks. “Don’t you want to pound into me until we both come?”

Gabriel winks, and Sam groans, knowing he hasn’t won. “I want you to roll back over and keep feeling those sheets. While I tell you, in detail, exactly what I want to do to you.”

2

Sun’s Out…

And The Burgess Buns Are Out!

Sexy As Hell, Baby!

Valkyrie has the vapours

Sooo… I am on week 3 of being sick with bronchitis and/or walking pneumonia, so forgive me for my ramblings and for taking so long to post.  Here’s my report from the front lines.  (I’m without my laptop so this will be a challenge.)  You might want to grab a beverage because I’m going to put this all in one post.

THAT HORRIBLE FEELING WHEN YOU REALIZE YOU MIGHT NOT MAKE IT TO THE CON IN TIME:  I came down with a stomach bug on Wednesday night (on top of the bronchitis) and was too sick to fly on Thursday morning.  Though the airline was able to rebook me on an afternoon flight, delays meant I would miss my connection.  After an hour standing at the JFK ticket counter during which options slipped away, I was finally able to secure an alternative flight… but had to endure a coach window seat for 6 hours despite having paid for a first class seat.  Thank god for the copious amount of drugs in my system that I was able to remain calm and get a little nap before running through LAX, rebooking yet again when I discovered a better connecting flight, and finally arriving at SeaTac after 1:00 am - 12 hours after I was originally supposed to land. The silver lining was that I was too distracted by the drama to be nervous about what I would say to Cait and Sam.

WAIT, WE’RE QUEUING UP HOW EARLY?  Luckily @chrismosstree and @myguiltyolpleasure scoped out the situation on Thursday afternoon and figured out exactly when and where we needed to be.  I awoke around 5 am after a couple hours of sleep to bid them farewell as they headed for the convention center, taking advantage of their generous offer to hold a place for me in line. Despite being dizzy and queasy I made my way down the street to our “holding pen” outside the main hall to wait for the panel discussion with Sam and Cait.   We were able to meet up with the lovely @supertam87, @sileas84, and @side-eyeing-you and chatted with a lot of other fans while we waited… and waited… and waited.  Seriously, you guys, attending a comic con is all about standing around and monitoring your fluid intake to make sure you don’t have to go to the bathroom at the wrong time.  Luckily I was dehydrated from the decongestants so I didn’t have to worry too much.

OH, MY GOD, IT’S STARTING!  Being in line so early paid off as we got 5th row center seats in the auditorium.  The hall was huge and completely filled up in a matter of minutes.  I feel like you miss so much in the room because you’re trying to switch from watching them on stage, to seeing them blown up on the screens to the side of the stage, to snapping pics, to trying to anticipate whether they are about to do something cute so your camera is at the ready.  Initial impression was that the panel was merely okay, but I’m jaded by having attended the NYC Apple Store event last year where it was a much more intimate setting and they were less guarded.  I’ll have to watch the video to see what I missed because I’ve seen a lot of cute gifs on tumblr.

GOOD LORD, HAVE THESE PEOPLE NEVER MANAGED LINES BEFORE?  The convention organizers came across as very disorganized.  Rather than routing us toward the hall through a series of roped off rows like an airport security checkpoint, we were crammed together in a pen behind some gates like cattle in a feed yard about to go to slaughter.  That set the tone for the day as staff struggled to figure out what to do with us as we queued for photo ops and autograph sessions.  All sense of time was lost as we stood packed cheek to jowl in very stuffy conditions.  By the time we approached our solo pics with Sam I was a sweaty mess - some combination of nerves, the cramped quarters, and the Robitussin.

A TOTAL OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE:  I turned into a blithering idiot during the photo ops.  For those of you who haven’t done this before, the process is similar to school picture day but with more yelling.  There is a tiny mirror hanging outside this curtained off area.  I seriously thought I was going to hyperventilate as we got close to the front of the line.  You have only a second to realize you are a sweaty mess before you give your ticket to someone and are waved into the booth.  You see Sam smiling with a fan plastered to his side while a photographer screams, “READY!”  *click* “NEXT!”  Then you are thrust toward Sam and he says hello while clasping you tightly.  You are too tongue-tied to say anything and too blinded by his beauty to look him in the eye.  "READY!“ *click* "NEXT!”  It’s over.  You can’t believe it happened, but you assume it did. Emotions were running high and we skipped away, giggling uncontrollably.  Then got back in line for the joint photo op and the solo Cait session…. which took all afternoon.  Observations: I’m shorter than I thought I was after seeing myself next to them.  Sam’s jacket is unbelievably soft and I’m surprised I didn’t pet him (or maybe I did - who can remember).  He smells really good (not that @chrismosstree would know…).  He’s also thinner than I expected.  Not skinny, but not beefy like in S1.  (He’s the same height as my brother but seems so much taller.) Cait’s legs are ridiculously long and her waist is in line with my bust.  She glows. It was all a blur.  I pride myself on being unflapable, but I was - well - flapped.  I was shy and embarrassed and nervous and excited and couldn’t put a sentence together, all at the same time. 

“THAT IS SO COOL!”  On to the autograph session and a two hour wait to deliver the Doll Frasers to Cait.  They had been packed in their little trunk and carried around all day while I mentally rehearsed what I would say.  A few people asked what was in the box (I carried it in a giant clear zip lock bag to guard again rain.) As I explained that our friend makes costumes for a set of Jamie and Claire dolls and poses them in scenes from the show, one woman asked if @outlanderedandoverhere had a booth at the con where she could buy her own set!  (There’s an idea for a revenue stream, Fiona…)  There were handlers taking each item to be autographed and passing them to Cait and Sam so that by the time you were in front of them the item was signed and you could be on your way.  I was a little worried that they might not allow gifts because I didn’t see anyone in front of me doing it and I had visions of carrying the trunk around for the next week only to have to ship it back to the U.K.  I knew I had to be quick and concise, so I removed the trunk from the bag and unlatched the lid.  I flipped it open and set the thr trunk down in front of Cait, telling her that we saw the Doll Fraser calendar on the wall in their makeup trailer and thought the cast and crew might like their own set of dolls to play with.  She said, “Yeah, yeah!” and lit up like a Christmas tree.  Seriously, smiling ear to ear and digging through the trunk.  I pointed out the charity t-shirts and she said, “That is so cool!”  She just could not stop staring at them while I babbled on about how the Doll Frasers have been adopted by our community.  Finally the handler tried to move on to the next fan and Cait sighed and reluctantly closed the trunk before tucking it under the table.  She even made a little sqeeing noise.  Sam was sitting too far away and occupied with signing to notice, and they were running waaay behind, so there was noopportunity to alert him to the transaction. However, the Doll Frasers were clearly a hit.  No telling where they go from here (I assume all gifts were sent to production offices in Scotland) but hopefully we’ll see or hear about them again at some point.

After that we were FINALLY finished for the day and headed out to meet up with other fans for dinner.  And, honestly, that was the best part of this event: meeting up with so many of you.  I have laughed (and coughed) so much in the last week that my abs might actually form a “six pack.” 😂  And I love how willing everyone is to share their experience and that so many are interested.

Some of you have asked about the cock blocking story.  It’s not that interesting and requires props and facial expressions to convey properly so it’s best done in person.  For some reason (ahem, @c2bend and @rainmanjdog) it’s taken on a life of its own.  Truly, I’m not trying to be a tease so I’ll see if I can figure out a way to tell it with @chrismosstree’s help.  We’re off to dinner now but will be back online later. 

tl:dr  Overall impressions are that Sam seemed very tired and a little guarded, Cait could not have been more lovely nor down to earth, and that we are an amazing, funny, smart, and lovely group of women.  Mwah!

4th July, 1996, first kiss, and maybe some. Weecest/wincest, drabble

Sam admires the fireworks above them, his smile so wide, so awed, so genuine that Dean simply can’t take his eyes off him. They remain this way for several minutes; Sam watching the fireworks and Dean watching Sam, before Sam notices through the corner of his eye. Around a soft laugh, Sam tells him: “Watch the fireworks, Dean!”

“I am,” Dean murmurs, because he sees them all, reflecting in Sam’s eyes. “You having fun, Sammy?”

Sam turns to him, eyes gleaming. “Yeah,” he says.

And, then. Dean’s world changes the next moment, because.

Sam’s mouth feels like a question against Dean’s when he tiptoes up and kisses him, wide eyed; his fingers circling around Dean’s wrist softly.

They stand there, beneath the sparkling sky, and it’s the best moment of Dean’s entire life; his body and soul is thrumming with need and want and euphoria.

He knows he should push Sam away. Knows that Sam’s dry, inexperienced lips shouldn’t feel this perfect against his, knows that it’s wrong to let his tongue gently glide over his little brother’s bottom lip; into his sweet little mouth. Shouldn’t let Sammy’s soft moan go straight to his cock.

“Dean, please.”

Sam’s tone. Dean’s heard it before, from girls, and he knows what it means. Sam’s asking him to fuck him, and Dean -

Dean knows he shouldn’t, but.

But he’s wanted this for too long, and he simply isn’t strong enough to walk away, not now, with Sam’s insistent, desperate hands tugging at his clothes. Instead he wraps his arms around Sam’s waist and lifts him up, puts him on the hood of the impala and stands between Sam’s spread legs, cupping his brother’s face in his hands and says, his voice low: “You know what you asking for, Sammy?”

Sam’s answer is wordless, he simply lifts Dean’s fingers to his mouth, and godfuckinghelphim, sucks Dean’s index finger into his mouth, eyes hooded and dark as he lets his tongue swirl wetly along the it, making obscene little noises.

Dean growls then, and drags Sam into the backseat of the impala.

Dean is still awake when Sam falls asleep hours later, sweaty and smiling, in his arms.

Everything had started with a fire, and Dean suspects that it might end with one, too.

But, Dean thinks, as he nuzzles his nose in Sam’s hair and breathes in the scorched scent of fireworks and burning fields – if saving the world means that Dean must give this up, then – well.

Then he’ll let the world burn.

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic where bucko learns to use his dick again. It is my ULTIMATE JAM, ok, like he's been brainwashed and on the run, nothing going on down there for decades, but! Now he's hanging around steve and sam, all huge sweaty biceps and beautiful warm smiles, and bucky's safe and happy, and what IS that nice tingly feeling, he forgot it could even do that, oh god that feels good...

Ask and you shall receive!

feel the pulse quickening

Sam/Bucky, ~4k

Bucky has just finished surreptitiously loading the washing machine and turning it on when Sam shuffles into the bathroom in nothing but a towel wrapped low around his waist.

Bucky’s dick expresses its interest.

“Hey,” Sam mumbles, yawning and scratching his cheek. “Sleep well?”

“Oh,” Bucky says weakly. “Hey. Sam. Good morning.”

He scurries back to his room, closes and locks the door, rests his forehead against it and feverishly jerks it to the thought of Sam’s V-cut abs.

(In which Bucky reacquaints himself with his own dick, and gets acquainted with Sam’s.)

anonymous asked:

sweaty Sam fan pic from this morning on his ig #samheughan hashtag

Thanks!  He looks tired.  I admire his dedication. 


From @fallen_star1 IG.  

Hostage || Sam Drake x Reader ||

Characters: Sam Drake x Fem!Reader 

Fandom: Uncharted 

Requested: yup! I reblogged || this prompt list || created by the lovely @paintingcrimsons so go check them out as well! Req: [74, 63, 44, 15 and 8? Something in the line with Rafe taking you and Sam having to look for you. You end up being shot when Sam finds you, who later patches you up again] 

“This is going to hurt, I’m so sorry.” & “Breathe, can you do that for me?” & “Touch her again, and I’ll kill you.” “Will you? Because last time I checked, petty threats don’t do shit, ____. They just piss me off more.” & “What happened to me?” & “Hand over the girl.” “That’s not gonna happen in your lifetime.”

Prompt: In a desperate attempt to save you, Sam daringly boards Captain Henry Avery’s Ship prepared for a gun fight to face off Rafe who has you, hostage. 

Tags: @rafeadderall @missdictatorme @dragonjedihobbit @shararogers @delicrieux @solarsystemus

Word count: 1,424

A/N: okayy so I have a smut to do as well and I haven’t started it yet lmaoo na I’m at uni today so I don’t want to write smut in the middle of class 👀👀👀 lmaoooo Someone looked over at my screen when writing this I NEVER CLICKED OUT OF TUMBLR SO FUKEN QUICK KILL ME 



You were in pain, intense fiery pain and it hadn’t helped that a firm hand gripped your ponytail. With jarring movements, forcing you to walk forward. You cursed, letting tears slip down your cheeks. Cuts and bruises showered your skin from head to toe. Exhaustion was settling in making your joints ache.

“Keep moving!” Rafe’s angry voice hissed, pushing you forward. You stumbled on your feet, they dragged across the four-hundred-year-old ship. Treasure littered around the room and weighed the ship down. You were surprised that the ship had managed to stay afloat.

You prayed that Sam or Nate or someone was coming to get you. The ship rocked violently after a deafening explosion somewhere in on the boat. Rafe’s grip loosened on you as the both of you jerked forward from the sudden explosion. Taking the chance to run as he hadn’t quite tightened his grip just yet, you ripped yourself from him and started to sprint away from him.

Panting and frantic, you pushed your muscles to move quickly. Every now and again your head would turn back hoping that you had lost Rafe, but in fact, it was the opposite. He was just out of arms reach, trailing hot on your heels. You cursed loudly as if it was going to deter the psychotic maniac behind you. With your bones and muscles aching wanting you to stop, they began to seize up slowing you down.

Rounding a corner and into a room, presumably the Captain’s quarters of the ship, your eyes immediately fall on Sam who was sweaty and in a mad panic clearly trying to find you. “Sam!” The scream ripped from your throat as you reached out to grab him, only Rafe grabbed a tight hold of your arm, wrenching you back toward him, “Oh no you don’t.” His clasp was sure to leave an impressive bruise on you tomorrow… if you made it out alive.

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Not Saying a Word

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Kinder Than You – Part 1

My Heart Will be There – Part 1

Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 2437

Author: Just Kate

Warnings:There’s rain? I don’t know?!!

A/N: What’s up! What’s good! Part 3 comin’ atcha! (I’m channeling my inner Liza Koshy if you can’t tell) Anyways, guys! I’m so excited for this part, and I’m letting you guys have ONE MORE PART! It’s gonna be so mushy, you’re probably all gonna hate me… Anyways, thanks for all the notes, and thanks for all the requests! I’m slightly behind, but it’s the weekend, so I’ll try and have a couple rolled out soon! Hope you like Part 3!

“Y/N!” Nat called up the stairs. You took a deep breath, and walked out of your room.

“What’s up, Nat?” You asked. It was Saturday afternoon, and you were wallowing around until it was time to go over to Aunt May’s apartment and watch a that movie.

“What do you want for lunch?” Nat asked, heating up various left-overs on the stove.

“I, uh, I’m not hungry. Had a big breakfast.” You lied. Natasha looked at you with a withering look as you sat on the counter, kicking your feet back and forth.

“You didn’t eat breakfast, Y/N.” She reminded you. “You’re starving yourself over this Peter thing.” Nat’s eyes burned into yours.

“I’m not starving myself!” You retorted. “Plus, I ate a lot yesterday.”

“A milkshake does not count as a lot!” Nat said, stirring the contents in the pan vigorously. You were about to argue back, but Steve walked into the room, and pulled a bag of potato chips from the pantry. You and Nat continued to stare daggers at each other, and Steve finally caught the drift, realization seeping into his expression.

“What’s going on?” He asked, his head tilting with that patronizing look that always made you feel guilty. You looked at Nat, begging her not to say anything.

“Y/N is refusing to eat because she feels bad about the fight with Peter.” She said, looking at you pointedly. Steve looked at you sadly.

“That is not what is going on! Just because I’m not hungry you guys act like I haven’t eaten in days!” You said, incredulous at their behavior.

“Y/N, I know Peter hurt you, but you can’t let him affect you like this.” Steve said, looking at you sharply to make you squirm. Your eyebrows raised angrily. They were completely misinterpreting everything.You opened you mouth to correct Steve when Tony came running into the kitchen.

“I smell tension and hear the sweet sound of arguing. Who offended who?” Tony asked, his expression completely serious, his eyes sparkling. Normally, you would have laughed, but this was exactly the wrong conversation to get all of the Avengers involved in.

“Nothing is going o–” You tried to explain, but Nat cut you off.

“Y/N is refusing to eat because she’s fighting with her boyfriend, Peter.” Your eyes widened, and your heart started pumping very fast. Tony rolled his eyes, and made a face at her. He was torn between the kids, and he had been working for weeks to try and figure a solution out that would force them to talk. He had worked something out with May eventually, and he was sick of the topic.

“What’s going on?” Bucky and Sam walked in, still sweaty from training. Bruce walked in after them with an interested expression on his face. Nat and Steve explained what was going on a 4th time, and then Thor walked in.

“Who disrespected Lady Y/N?” He asked in his deep voice. You buried your face in your hands, clenching your teeth. Tony poked you in the side, and your head shot up, a pained expression very clear on your face.

“Ow! Bruise?” You said, and everyone stopped talking and looked at you.

“Shouldn’t that have healed already?” Said Tony, concerned. You moved your mouth, but no sound came out. Natasha walked over, and lifted up your shirt slightly, just enough to see the massive bruise that had refused to heal after Peter had hurt you. Everyone looked at you with a worried, questioning look.

“Will you cut that out?!” You swatted Nat’s hand away, and looked at the floor. Steve spoke first after an uncomfortably long silence.

“Y/N… What happened? You got that bruise ages ago, and it wasn’t nearly that bad.” You bit your raw lip, trying to come up with an excuse, a lie, something, anything.

“Peter hurt her.” Wanda said from the back. She had slipped in quietly while everyone had been chattering. You closed your eyes, and when the flashbacks started, you opened your eyes again. Everyone could see the tears glazing them over.

“What happened? Bruce said. He had always been super protective of you, being the youngest, and he had also helped you with a lot of your anxiety and stress.

“Um, well, you see…” You stammered, your heart hurting like it did when you thought about Peter since the fight. Wanda walked up to you, and pressed her fingers very lightly to your bruise. You winced.

“They were fighting, and she said something that offended Peter, so he started walking away, and she grabbed his arm to try and stop him. He threw his arm back, and Y/N got pushed into table, hitting her side, and his hand smacked her cheek.” Wanda recited in a monotone, her eyebrows pressed together and her eyes closed as she saw the incident through your mind. You looked around, trying to avoid all eye contact.

“That doesn’t explain why it hasn’t healed yet.” Bucky said quietly. Bruce looked at you.

“Sometimes pressure added to an already existent flesh wound, especially if that wound hasn’t had time to heal, can lead to a prolonged recovery period.” He walked up to you, and mildly starting poking the black and blue flesh. “Did you hit the corner of the table?” He asked you, looking up. You nodded solemnly. “It looks like she either fractured a rib, or the table broke the bottom couple layers of skin, which would lead to a blood build-up, since the skin cells would need to develop the special qualities that are found in the bottom-most layers of skin. Possibly both.” Bruce concluded.

“Why didn’t you tell any of us?” Steve asked. He was giving you the look again. You shrugged in response.

“She was trying to protect Peter, even after all the stuff he’s done to her.” Natasha answered softly.

“He just doesn’t understand the reach of his powers. He doesn’t understand how powerful his reflexes are.” Your voice wavered, and you focused on trying to control your tears.

“But you still let him walk all over you.” Sam said bluntly. You knew everyone was silently agreeing with him. You shook your head,  hopped of the counter, and walked back to your room without looking back. When you were safely out of earshot, you muttered one heart-breaking sentence.

“Not anymore.”

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You were at May’s, eating a bowl of ice cream and watching that movie. She was on the other side of the couch, remembering how she would always watch princess movies with you when you were little. The ending credits started rolling through the screen, and you smiled. It was a good movie, and you had really liked it. You wondered if you would ever be able to persuade Peter to watch it with you, and your heart dropped. He wouldn’t. He hated you, Liz had said so, and he had obviously told her stuff you didn’t know. He had chosen her, and you been left in dark, your heart shattering because he hadn’t wanted it.

“Are you thinking about him?” May asked. She had watched the quick transition of your smile to a broken expression. You looked at her, and a tear slid down your cheek without permission. You swiped it away, and faked a smile. 

“No. That was a good movie, though. It really reminds me of one of my other favorites.” You told her about one of your favorite movies.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve seen that one!” May said. She was lying, but she had to keep to the plan that she and Tony had been working on for days. 

“Really? It’s amazing! I’m sure you would love it, and it’s on Netflix.” You said.

“Let’s watch it then!” May said excitedly, fiddling with the remote. You looked at your phone, wondering if you should go home. You knew Peter wouldn’t be back anytime soon, but you didn’t want to risk the chance.

“It’s only 7, and I’m sure Tony won’t mind if I text him. Peter won’t be back until the morning.” She reminded you. You nodded, despite the voice in the back of your head warning you of something wrong. The movie started, and you watched it, eating your ice cream slowly. When a scene you didn’t like started, you got up to put your bowl in the sink. When you had washed out your bowl, you sunk to the floor, pulling your knees up to your chest as your side throbbed. Bruce had taken a couple X-Rays before you left for May’s, and just to your luck, you had both the conditions that Bruce had been talking about. The pain killers were just starting to wear off, and you had forgotten the next dosage at the Tower. You knew that Peter had some in his room for when you guys would come back from watches with injuries, but you didn’t want to go get them just yet. You rested your head on you knees when you heard the door open, and a very familiar voice start talking.

“Hey, I’m back.” Peter’s voice echoed in from the front room.

“I thought you were at Ned’s.” May’s voice answered.

“His mom needed him to do some stuff, so we’ll just work on the English project later.” Your shoulders started shaking, but you knew you should go back in. It would be less awkward than if he walked in and saw you crying on the floor without any explanation. You walked out, your hands crossed over your torso, trying you keep your heart together. Peter turned at the noise of your bare feet scuffing the floor. You bit your lip at the confused face you were giving him, but then his face brightened. 

“What-what are you doing here, Y/N?” He asked, and you bit your lip. You didn’t think you would be able to talk.

“Y/N and I are having a movie night since she hadn’t been over in a while.” May answered for you, and you nodded, slipping past him to the couch.

“Oh, that-that’s cool.” Peter answered, and you wanted to start crying again. Here he was, acting like nothing had ever happened, not your escape, not the fight, not even the Liz thing. Like he didn’t even know you. Peter sat down on the arm chair, and started watching the movie with you. He had seen it before, you had made him because it was one of you favorites. Your only focus was on not looking at Peter. You didn’t know how many more brutal hits you could take. You could feel him staring at you, and it was all becoming a little too difficult. You were about to make an excuse about having to go home when May’s phone buzzed with a text. 

“Shoot, they need me down-town to cover a grave yard shift for someone.” She said, jumping off the couch and grabbing her keys. You got up to go, but May blocked the door from you.

“Tony said that they got a mission call, and he wants you to stay here because you’re hurt,” Peter’s eyebrows knitted together in concern and guilt. “and he told Peter to not worry about coming in. Whatever that means.” She showed you her phone to prove, and your shoulders sank in defeat. May said goodbye to both of you, and you fell back on the couch. After about 10 minutes of neither of you saying anything, you got up, and walked out the door. Peter shot up after you.

“Y/N! Y/N!” You heard as you walked out of the apartment complex and into the rain. You were almost instantly drenched, but you continued to walk until you felt someone grab your arm. You whipped around in alarm, but all you saw was Peter’s face, with his drenched hair dangling in front of his eyes. You got the urge to move them back into place, and you shook your head, trying to ignore the electricity you felt at his touch. 

“What?” You said, your voice cracking slightly.

“Where are you going? Mr. Stark told you to stay here!” Peter said, shaking his head to clear the water out of his eyes. You bit your lip so you wouldn’t smile.

“Well, I honestly don’t care what Tony says, and I really don’t want to bother you!” You shouted through the downpour. You shook Peter’s hand off your arm, and started walking again. You had only made it a couple paces when you felt someone’s arms wrap around your waist, picking you up.

“Peter, stop! Put me down, right now!” You yelled, trying to kick out of his grasp. You cursed his powers, because there was no way he could have done this before the spider bite. 

“Mr. Stark told you to stay here! Plus, what will Aunt May think when she comes back and your gone?”

“I don’t care! Put me down!” You said, trying to ignore the building pain in your side. Peter walked into the alley beneath his window, and shot a web to the fire escape, pulling you up with him. You held in a cry as he held your side. When you got to his window, he let go, and you started running, trying to get far enough away so you could zap back into the Tower. You were about ready to zap, but one of Peter’s webs caught your back, preventing you from running any further.

***

Peter’s POV:

I stared at Y/N running, and I grinned. She’s my best friend, and I missed her more than I could explain, but seeing her again just made me happy. And she didn’t look anxious or anything, like May said. I just wanted a chance to say sorry, but I chickened out.

***

Peter pulled the web back until he could pick you up again. You didn’t bother trying to fight, you were exhausted and freezing from the cold rain. He was smiling down at you, and a tear rolled down your cheek without his notice, This is how you wanted it to be, but you couldn’t shake the thought of Liz telling you that Peter hated you. He jumped through his open window, still holding you in his arms. You secretly marveled at his strength. He put you down, and you walked back into the front room without saying a word. Peter followed you, and watched you slump into the couch, defeated. He sat back in the armchair, watching you as you curled up and watched the movie again. Not saying a word.


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anonymous asked:

OH MY FUCKIN GOD THANK YOU i was literally so goddamn confused when tony was mad at sam like??? sweaty what the FUCK did you think was gonna happen?? you told vision to shoot at sam and he ducked like a normal fuckin person who wants to live and it hit rhodey...... aka fuckin implying that sam would have died like bish where do you get off??? like if you're blaming your 'enemy' for friendly fire then you have some serious things to work through. i wanted to enter the mcu and kick him in the face

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said: literally tho, what did t*ny want sam to do? like what in his mind would have been the appropriate course of action? y was he mad at sam for ducking a deadly bolt, and then risking getting captured by going to help rhodey, but not mad at vision for using lethal force???


Anonymous said: Ok, I’m sorry bc you didn’t ask for this but I’ve been thinking about it so here it is: My favourite thing about t*onys (t*onies??? fuck if I know how they spell it) defense on the Sam/t*ny/v*sion/rhodey scene is that tiny ordered visor to shoot a non-lethal blast like?????? If rhodey- who was wearing a full-armour suit that’s literally designed for situations worse than this -can be hurt that badly then what was “non-lethal” going to do to Sam???? The idiocracy and hypocrisy truly does amaze me

honestly like how can you look at sam who really only has the wings as his defence, and then look at rhodey who is in full iron man/war machine body armour, totally protected, but still got that badly injured and be like “Fuck you for moving” like….Sam would have died you absolute melt. And like, it’s reminiscent of how he lost Riley. And he flew down immediately to help??? Like Sam fucking apologised for not being killed by the blast, literally was saying he was sorry and Mr Anger Management Issues With Violent Tendencies over here, blasts him in the fucking chest. My man Sam didn’t deserve to be done that way.