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Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets/The Most Sacred Oath

I’m guessing you can’t hear me squeal over your own squeals, but I’ll just keep at it a little longer, okay? Okay. 

Man, this episode read like very good fanfiction, and while I’m disappointed Dean never found out Cas used to be a woman (although, they did have a conversation about that, so Steve gets points anyway), everything else was plain amazing. I’m actually tempted to do a recap that’s just shouting words into the void, because, seriously, that would be enough, but - okay, let me watch that thing again and then I’ll write a proper meta.


(Deep breath.)

So, let’s get one thing out of the way: we already know why this story works so damn well, but it’s worth saying it one more time, because this is what the whole episode was about.

A human and an angel: not meant to be.

Ishim said humans are dangerous to angels, and I agree with him: if angels want to understand humans, to truly become friends with them, to live among them - well - look at what’s that done to Cas. Caring about humans is, apparently, different than caring about another angel; it forces you to give up something deep inside yourself. You become - weaker, unhappy. Doubt-ridden. Trapped between two worlds, and fit for neither. And as for humans - if they truly wish to get closer to angels - to speak their language, to know enough about their magic and weapons to be able help them when they’re in trouble or hurt - that literally costs them their souls.

It’s a tragedy. It’s doomed.

But, of course, it’s not completely hopeless. What would be the point of writing a love story if you know from the start nothing can never happen at all? No - love can conquer all, and this episode dangled it in front of us - the angel who chose humanity, who tried to defend the person he loved from his own brothers, and the human who was fascinated with angels and knew enough about them to make it work.

(They had a daughter, sort of, and let’s cry about that for the rest of eternity, because can you see it? Dean loves kids, and -)

Anyway. We’ve known for a while that angels - I mean, the price Cas paid for his loyalty to the Winchesters (his love for Dean) - that’s harrowing. But this idea that humans need to sacrifice their soul to become closer to angels - thanks for that, Steve. I’m fine.

And surely, at this point, there is no other way this could end? Because what Sam and Cas share - yeah, that’s what friendship looks like, but Dean and Cas - right. And so Cas went and said it (“You mean too much to me.”) and Dean just holed up in his room for the rest of the week? He never said a word to Cas? And, Jesus, Cas thinks Dean’s angry? At him? I’m glad this, at least, was spelled out clearly, because apparently some people still don’t get it and read Dean’s emotions at face value and no, Dean was not angry - he was worried out of his damn mind, and he’s got reason to be, because Cas still doesn’t fucking get it: “I don’t regret what I did, even if it costs me my life”.

The idiot - the useless, fucking idiot.

(“Smelly. Dirty. Twice the worry about getting ganked.”)

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Am I the only one that reads sambucky/Samsteve fic and get that feeling that it’s always the writer’s love for Bucky bleeding through Sam?

Don’t get me wrong, I like Bucky I do, but I feel like all the fics are about how amazing, and funny, good looking and smart Bucky Barnes is, and how Sam never ever had a chance of resisting it, and understanding it all. How Steve is amazing and bright and holds the whole world on his shoulder, blá blá blá.

Just once, just THIS fucking once I want to read a fic about how amazing Samuel Thomas Wilson is.

How good looking, and caring, smart and funny he is, how even tho he doesn’t have white boy’s hair, his hair is well kept and soft, how he smells nice, how his cheekbones are sharp because hell they are. How capable of fighting he is, because he is the guy who took a knife to a gun fight.

He’s a guy capable enough to hold Captain America’s shield; strong enough to question his authority becase he doesn’t follow blindly; smart enough to point out the best tatical way of dealing with the enemy; human enough to see more than the all american hero, to see the men behind the shield. Badass enough to deadpan and snark a king and well trainned assassin.

For once just this once I would love to read Bucky or Steve talking about how important and amazing Sam is, and not the other way around. See them apologizing and swallowing their feelings, see them blushing and stammering because Sam outshines the Sun itself.

See the writers understand that yes you write for yourself, for free but if you share it you also want us to like, and writing for a interracial ship, maybe just maybe it’s important for the people of color who read it feel like the character of color is getting the love he sure as fucking hell deserves.

Show Me Love 2

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Plot: Sometimes friends help with one’s romantic dilemmas.  Sometimes, they’re just assholes about it.

Warnings: StudentXProfessor relationship (No minors involved, Reader is a Grad student and completely legal at the age of 25), Language (you all know me by now, I mean c’mon), sexual tension, shitty bro talk (I’m bad at it because I’m not a dude, go figure ;P), shitty text images

A/N: Have some Bucky POV!  Also, my love for making Natasha the sassy best friend knows no fucking bounds. I apologize that I couldn’t generate a group text image, but Wanda only texts a couple of times, and I figured they were easy enough to gather that they were hers (She did what??? and anything about Vision lol) Let’s play a game called spot Lena’s crack-ships! ❤️

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“ ‘I think a woman like you deserves to be worshiped’?”  Steve mocked with uproarious laughter as he handed Bucky a beer. “What the hell?”

“Jesus, man I don’t know!  It just slipped out!”

“That is by far the cheesiest line you’ve ever used.  Sam agrees from his stool at the side of the pool table.

“I don’t know, do you remember the line he used on his last girl?” Steve questions as he lines up his shot.  The three of them usually came here on Monday nights to blow off the beginning of the week steam, seeing as they didn’t have any classes to teach on Tuesdays and could sleep in as late as they needed with no repercussions.

“How could I forget? Good ole’ Dot.” Sam muses and Bucky crinkles his nose.

“Dot was a bitch, man.” Shrugging, Sam puts both hands on his pool cue to support his weight as he leans forward, fixing the brunette with a knowing look.

“True, but you’ve never really had good taste in women.  Dot’s a bitch, this chick’s your student-”

“Oh, come on! She’s a Grad student! Mid-twenties at least, give me a break.”  Bucky’s teeth grind.  He never should’ve told these clowns.  But he couldn’t get the image of Y/N on her knees in front of him out of his head.

“Yeah, sure.”  Sam chuckled, bringing his bottle up to his lips. “Cradle robber.”

“Oh what, cuz I’m the only one who’s been attracted to their student, right?”  Bucky’s eyes roll, knowing for a fact they were going to deny it.

“Yes.” The two men chirped in unison, deadpanning their friend. He snorts, taking his own shot, sinking two balls at once.

“Like hell!  Steve, you couldn’t wait until Sharon graduated so you could get in her pants!”  The blonde blushes slightly, raising his hand to rub at the heat collecting at the back of his skull as he blushes.

“Well…yes.  But I waited! Can you imagine what Stark would’ve done if he found out!”

“What do you mean ‘found out’?” Bucky huffs, throwing his arms in the air.
“You’re engaged!”

“It’s been three years since she graduated, he doesn’t have to know.”

“Do my ears deceive me, or is innocent little Stevie keeping a secret from the President?”  Sam chuckles, standing to shrug out of his leather jacket.

“We’re talking about Bucky here, not me!”  Steve huffs, desperately trying to side step out of the spotlight that has been swung from his best friend to him.

“You’re both full of shit because I know for a fact you’re attracted to Romanoff.” Bucky jabs his finger toward a blank-faced Sam.  He merely smirks.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’ve caught you staring.”

“Like you haven’t done it yourself?” Smug bastard thinks he has him.  But he doesn’t, because -

“No, he’s too busy staring at Y/N.” Steve chuckles, taking the words right out of Bucky’s own mind. 

“Suck my dick, Rogers.”

“You sure you wouldn’t rather Y/N do that?” Sam adds on and suddenly Bucky is very tired of being ganged up on.  His lip curls lazily as the Steve and Sam fist bump.

“Look, I never said I would do anything.  I just…she’s smart, y’know?  Insanely.  She’s always engaged in my lectures, always digging up tidbits of her own to tell me after class.  She really cares. And she’s funny, charming, and quick.  Gives Natasha a run for her money, and we all know how sarcastic she is.”  The two men grunt in agreement.  Every professor on campus knew Natasha Romanoff and how she could talk through an entire lecture. Quick little vixen could distract an unwitting teacher for the whole hour if she wanted, and yet somehow made all A’s.  “Not many I know can do that. Doesn’t hurt that she’s stunning.”  He murmurs the last bit, not nearly quietly enough. 

And his friends are smirking at him, big as you please.

“Alright, spit it out.” Bucky sighs.

“Dude.  She wants you too.”  He cocks an eyebrow at Sam’s observation, hoping he doesn’t give his sudden, bubbling excitement away.

“What gives you that idea?”  Yeah, play it cool.  They’ll never know.

“How many people do you know that are as obsessed with war studies as you are?  Hell, how many women do you know like that?  No one would stay after every class to talk to someone as boring as you unless they wanted…” Sam reaches up with a loosely clenched fist and presses his tongue against his cheek in an incredibly obscene gesture before he shrugs.

“So she’s into old farts?”

“Watch it, Rogers, I’m only a year older than you.”

“So does that make me the most eligible Bachelor?” Sam asks, tucking his arms behind his head with a smile.

“That would imply that anyone wants you, man.” Bucky snaps back with a smile, and for once the smaller man remains quiet.  Finishing off his beer, Buck heads to the bar and grabs yet another.  

Tomorrow was going to be a late morning.

You’re just settling in from getting ready to relax for the night, the stress of the day weighing heavily on your shoulders when your phone chirps near your crossed legs on the bed beside you a few moments after you sit down.   Wanda’s name lights up the screen, and with a swipe of your thumb, you’re met with way too many emojis.

You roll your eyes at Natasha’s response and for a moment seriously consider deleting the group texts altogether.

You’re scowling as you type your own responses, rapping against the wall behind your headboard.

Natasha knocks back twice.

It was silent for a few moments and you took the time to open your laptop and type in a search in google.

After a few minutes, you reach for your phone again.


Rolling your eyes, you set your phone down again and return to the search engine you’ve got pulled up.  Clicking on the first link you find, you settle under your covers and bring your laptop up on your lap.

The first is an article, featuring several photos, and different sources on the myth of The Howling Commandos.

“Sexy.”  Natasha’s voice pulls you out several minutes later, referring to the pore strip on your nose and the messy bun your hair is thrown up into.  You instantly snap the laptop shut.  Her eyes narrow suspiciously.  “What the hell were you doing?”

“Nothing.” The stank face you receive lets you know she doesn’t buy it.  Not one bit.

“You’re googling what Dr. Barnes was fangirling over this afternoon, aren’t you?”

“No.” You answered all too quickly.

“No?  Then you wouldn’t have a problem showing me, then?”

“Well, I -”

“Oh my god, Y/N!  You totally were!”  She groans, plopping onto the foot of the bed. 

“So what if I was?  I thought it sounded interesting.”  You shrug simply, opening the browser once more.

“You only thought that because Dr. Barnes finds it interesting.  There are easier ways into a man’s pants, you know?” Red eyebrows wiggle suggestively as Nat shakes her chest at you.

“Yes, I know.  Can I at least try my way, for once?”  You groan, running a hand down your face.

“Whatever you say, babe.  Just don’t come crying to me when you’re single forever and a crazy cat lady.”

“You know you’d be right there beside me, right?”  She snorts unattractively at your jab but nods none the less.

“Yeah, probably.”

Beside you, your phone chimes while Natasha’s vibrates in her pocket.

The two of you giggle loudly, bidding each other a goodnight as Natasha rises to return to her own room.

“Y/N and Bucky sittin’ in a tree,” The pillow you throw is dodged easily, caught, then thrown back at you.  “F-U-C-K-I-N-G!”  She finishes singing as you recover from being pelted in the face from the pillow.

“Goodnight, bitch!”  You call affectionately.

“Night, slut!”

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*scream whispering what I like about you* NEVAEH you are so wonderful and one of the best friends I could have ever asked for. You are so funny and kind and let’s be real you are an angel for putting up with me. I love you to the moon and back and I hope you have a wonderful birthday ❤️💙❤️💙



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The prank war with Bucky and Steve was at its peak. Though everyone else in the tower might disagree because of how juvenile the pranks were becoming.

The three of you would form random alliances to get someone back and then immediately turn on each other. Currently you and Steve were secretly aligned to get back at Bucky who had pranked the both of you with whoopee cushions today.

Juvenile, but nonetheless he deserved what you and Steve had planned for him.

“Hey Buck, I wanted to talk to you,” Steve called from the weights.

Bucky looked at him warily not noticing your crouching form behind one of the machines near Steve.

“Yeah and what happens when I come over there?” he asked, flitting his eyes across the ceiling and the floor, clearly expecting a trap.

“We talk about an alliance against (Y/N).”

Your indignant huff went unnoticed by Bucky who grinned in respons and made his way over to Steve.

“Oh? What would that involve?”

“Well I was thinking-“ You tuned Steve’s plan out, no doubt he was making it up, on the spot and focused on sneaking up behind Bucky.

You had found over the course of the past few weeks that Bucky wasn’t the type to let his guard down easily, but Steve had managed to angle him away from the mirrors and provide you with ample distraction to get to Bucky in time.

You darted up to him and then yanked his sweats down.

Bucky yelped, something quite shrill that had you and Steve break into surprised laughter and that was before the both of you noticed that he was wearing some artfully designed underwear.

“Are those Captain America briefs?!” You gasped out, your face probably red with laughter.

Bucky was sputtering and pulling up his sweats while Steve had collapsed on the floor with laughter.

“Number 1 Captain America Fanboy James Buchanan Barnes!” you shouted with barely contained glee.



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“Maybe we could…huh…go to the cinema on Saturda’s night?” - Steve asked.

“I don’t think so, Steve…” - you did a grimace.

“If you have something to do maybe we could go on Friday…”

“Steve” - you cut him off. - “It isn’t about the day…You should date a beautiful girl, someone like Natasha or Wanda…not me.” - you laughed sadly. You liked Steve a lot, but you weren’t perfect nor beautiful, and he deserved someone like that. It would be the best. You sighed. - “Look at me, Steve: I wear glasses and…I’m not beautiful.” - you refered to your body, you weren’t comfortable with it. - “And you deserve someone beautiful.”

Steve looked at you without separating his eyes from you, you smiled with a grimace, leting him know that it woulb be the best.

“I don’t think so. I think you are a precious girl who doesn’t know it but I will tell you it every day from now. (Y/N) you are funny, smart, beautiful…perfect, for me you are perfect and I like you just the way you are.” 

you are living on
borrowed time, and you wonder
which day it’s going to be:
today, tomorrow, next week.
next month.
next year.

you wonder how it will happen.
will it be a bullet? a knife?
will it be fast or slow?
you hope fast, but that nasty little
voice inside your head reminds you of
what you have done, so
maybe you deserve slow.

steve would say otherwise.
and steve.
right now he is asleep. untroubled
while you lay beside him worrying.
what else is new? all steve ever wanted
was you, and now you are here.
broken, you remind him.
and he says he doesn’t care.
and you don’t say it, but every time
you fall just a little more in love with him.

you brush his hair off his forehead and
he stirs. sighs. drawing the blankets
up around him.
in your chest your heart squeezes.

time touches you both differently.
you age, but it’s slow, creeping.
and it’s still borrowed, the second hand
ticking away.

when you look at steve like this,
vulnerable; slack rosy mouth and
the unlined forehead of unconsciousness,
you stop wondering how much time
you have left,
and you start cherishing what you have.
—  adjustments to civilian life: snapshots of bucky barnes

Sam Wilson: A True Friend a.k.a. someone who will get arrested with/for you multiple times.

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Was It Necessary?


This was a little fun piece to write. So it’s loosely based off Lea Salonga’s song Friend of Mine and Let Her Go by Passenger. 

Also, this is my first Steve Imagine (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

I hope I did alright ahhhh 

WARNINGS: Angst, Fluff, Cats 

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Was It Necessary?

(Steve You Deserve the Whole World Rogers x You Deserve Steve Rogers Reader)

The grumpy looking cat stared at Y/N through the window as she returned its gaze back. Steve found her like this, looking like she hadn’t slept in days, in her sweats and a tank top, her hair up in a pathetic excuse for a pony tail. She was on the chair of her two seat dining room set in her apartment, a cup of cold coffee in front of her as she glared back at the feline who seemed to be mocking her through the glass. 

“Leave him alone, Y/N, he’s done nothing to you,” Steve joked, closing the door behind him and making his way through the small space. She gave the cat a final scowl before she turned to her friend who was smiling at her. She rolled her eyes, “What do you want, America?” 

“Well I wanted to go get pizza with you but it looks like you’ve already done that yourself,” he tilted his head to the half eaten box of pizza on the counter of her kitchen. Her pad was just a massive mess at this point, it was amazing how Steve wasn’t cringing at the sight. When Y/N didn’t reciprocate his joking tone, Steve grew worried, “Hey, what’s the matter?” 

Sighing, Y/N looked up, “You know how we females have this monthly thing where our vagi-,” 

“Got it,” Steve nodded, not needing anymore explanation from her. He took his place across the table from her and glanced outside to see the cat still gazing into the apartment. Y/N glared at him knowingly, “Steve, no,” 

“Why not?” he pouted as his hand inched towards the latch of her window. 

“Steven Grant Rogers, I swear to the mightiest-,” 

“Too late,” Too late indeed. Steve had already charmed the cat with an anchovy on the cold pizza he snatched off the counter. The grumpy cat outside was now a ball of fluff in Captain America’s arms. 

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Maybe you’re not so bad || closed  murder/cop AU Chugamunk

     ‘Another hard day on the job, you deserve this Steve’, the young cop thought as he downed his second drink of the night. It had been a long day for the poor man, though no one said being a part of the NYPD would be easy in the first place, all the hate crimes, theft cases, assault, it was all too much for just one group of people. He raised his hand to the bartender to motion for another drink, though before he could an interesting man across the way caught his eye. There was something mysterious about this man..yet…intriguing. He gave the man a good once over then flicked his eyes back to his empty glass once he realized just how long he had been staring at the handsome stranger.

“…His rounds on me..,” he said nodding over to clint once the bartender made his way over to him, “And uh..’nother rum and coke over here if you dont mind.” 

Steve Rogers: It’s nice.
Bruce Banner: What, what, what is?
Steve Rogers: You and Romanoff.
Bruce Banner: No, we haven’t. That wasn’t…
Steve Rogers: It’s okay. Nobody’s breaking any by-laws. It’s just, she’s not the most… open person in the world. But with you she seems very relaxed.
Bruce Banner: No, Natasha, she…she likes to flirt.
Steve Rogers: I’ve seen her flirt, up close. This ain’t that. Look, as maybe the world’s leading authority on “waiting too long”, don’t. You both deserve a win.
[Steve walks off]
Bruce Banner: What do you mean, “up close?”