#and i was like FUCK well my dreams are dashed forevermore

[macroglossus]

it's funny how little i feel like myself when my hair isn't bright ass red

[holylulusworld]

My favorite Captain

Summary:

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader; Carol Danvers x fem!Reader

Characters: Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes

Warnings: angst, language, shy reader, awkward situations, concurrence, Tony being Tony, implied smut (it’s barely there), love triangle

Divider by @writeyourmindaway​

“So, will you tell us who it is? Come on, Y/N. We both know you’ve got a huge crush. Stop lying to us, young lady,” you giggle, feeling your cheeks heat up as Natasha and Wanda won’t stop bugging you.

“You know that we will not tell anyone, Y/N. Just tell us. I wanna know who your secret crush is. Tony, Clint, or maybe Bucky?”

“No,” you whine, hiding your face in the palms of your hands. “Can you not stop asking. I’m sure the person doesn’t return my feelings, okay. Look at me and then look at-“ you bite your tongue as you almost let a name slip. “Stop bugging me!”

“Y/N Y/L/N, we will not leave you alone until you tell us a name. I’m a master at interrogating people,” Natasha grins. “Come one. We are bored and need anything to talk about. Give us juicy details.”

“Fine,” you look around the hallway, biting your lower lip. “I might have fallen for a certain captain,” Wanda squeals, grasps your hand to get more details.

“Tell us more! When? Where? How long? Will you tell them?” you roll your eyes at Wanda’s questions, knowing all too well your feelings will remain unrequited.

“Like half a year ago. On the first mission together. And no – I will not tell them!” you purse your lips, aiming one finger at Wanda. “None of you will tell anyone either or I’ll kill you and make it look like an accident, I swear!”

Whilst you warn your friends – Carol, and Steve smile dopey. “I fell for her too,” both Captains admit to each other.

“Wait. What?” Steve frowns when Carol looks at him, giving him a warning glare before she pokes her finger into his chest. “She's referring to me.“

“Bitch, she's clearly talking about me,” Carol glares at Steve. “You will keep your hands to yourself. My shy little mouse is mine.”

“Captain, I must ask you to not hit on my doll. She’s all mine. I’m sure she meant me, not you, Carol,” hands-on his hips Steve declares you are his girl.

“Fuck off,” Carol retorts. “This girl is mine, not yours, Steve. Look for someone else. She’s obviously in love with me.”

“No, she isn’t. Y/N is my girl, not yours. You better accept your defeat and leave her alone, Captain Danvers. If you excuse me now; I’m going to ask her out.”

At the kitchen, not half an hour later you find yourself crowded by Steve and Carol. Somehow everyone else found an excuse to usher out of the room.

“So, do you like bikes?” Steve clears his throat, forcing a conversation on you.

“You mean if I like to ride one, Captain?” Steve grins, loving the way you used his title to address him. “I don’t know, to be honest. I never rode one before.”

“How about we go for a ride?” Carol jumps in, pushing Steve out of her way. She smiles widely, offers you a tea, the one she made for you whilst hitting on you as if her life depends on it. “Today?”

“I think Y/N wanted to go for a ride with me, Captain Danvers,” Steve quips. Oh-Captain America is a sore loser sometimes. “Right, Y/N?”

“I-I,” overwhelmed by their presence you start to whimper, before, without a warning, you dash out of the room, calling for Nat and Wanda on your way to your room.

“Well, that went well, Captain,” Carol sighs. “Did you have to scare her, Steve?”

“Me?” offended Steve looks at Carol, giving her a disapproving snort. “I tried to invite Y/N and you had to jump in and steal my date. Now she ran out of the room and it’s your fault!”

“No, it’s yours, Capsicle,” using the nickname Tony gave Steve on purpose Carol pushes against his chest. “That girl is mine, hands-off, Captain, or I’ll fight dirty.”

“I can fight dirty too,” Bucky snorts at Steve’s words while Sam stuffs popcorn into his mouth, enjoying the show. Clint and Tony joined ‘the show’ moments after you stormed out of the room and now they are all busy to watch Steve and Carol fight over you.

“Ten on capsicle to get a date with her,” Tony says.

“Twenty on Carol,” Sam retorts.

“Fifty on me,” Bucky snickers when all eyes land on him. “What? I’m not a Captain but a Sergeant. Maybe she got the title wrong, guys and lady. Now let me think about-“ pressed into the wall by Carol seconds later Bucky huffs. “I was just joking.”

“I said,” Carol glares at Bucky, “that girl is mine.”

“No, mine,” Steve runs out of the kitchen to get to your room before Carol gets the chance to talk to you first but Carol won’t give up that easily. After glaring at everyone in the kitchen one last time, she runs after Steve.

“To your left, Captain,” she smirks, easily outrunning Steve to knock at your door. “Y/N, please open the door. It’s me, your favorite Captain.”

“Doll, I’m here too, Y/N. I know I’m your favorite Captain,” Steve grins when Carol makes a face. He won’t lose you – no way.

“Captains?” dumbfounded you open the door, looking at Steve and Carol. “What can I do for you?”

“Tell us who you are in love with,” you gasp at Carol’s words. “We need to know as we feel the same. Now tell us and we can go on a date.”

“No, she will go on a date with me,” Steve insists. “She’s mine,” you whimper as Carol and Steve start to fight over you.

“Captains,” you try to find your voice when you to explain your feelings. “I like you both equally,” you blur out, eyes wide and fearful. “I can’t tell you that I like one more, Captains. I’m sorry.”

“You like us both?” humming Carol pinches the bridge of her nose. “You mean, you want us both?”

“Kinda,” you bite the inside of your cheek, chewing on it until you taste blood. “I can’t help it, Captain Danvers. You’re both so-,” unsure if you should tell them you dreamed of having both in a more intimate way you giggle.

“Doll,” Steve hums silently before he steps closer. “Does this mean you want us both to make love to you?”

“CAPTAIN ROGERS,” you gasp but your eyes lit up when Carol roamed your body with hungry eyes. “YES.”

“Oh-fuck me,” Natasha gasps. “Girl got a thing for both, Wanda. Clint won, again,” Wanda opens her wallet to hand Clint fifty bucks.

“It’s no fun to bet against Clint,” pouting Wanda looks at the money in Clint’s hand. “Such a shame we lost again.”

“Okay, everyone gets the fuck out of the hallway,” Carol glares at her teammates. “Steve, Y/N, and I will have a serious conversation now.”

“Will you be naked?” Tony calls from the end of the hallways. “Can you tape it? We’d like to have a detailed report.”

“We should clarify one thing – I will not give Y/N up, Steve.” adamant Carol grasps for your hand.

“Neither will I,” Steve takes your other hand, presses soft kisses to your knuckles. “What now? I mean-?”

“You could share me,” sometimes you can’t stop your mouth from running, that’s such a moment. “I mean, we could go on a date, all three of us. I’d like to have my favorite Captains all to myself tonight.”

“Steve?”

“Carol?” looking at each other your favorite captains agree to go on a date with you.

“It’s settled then,” you drag Steve and Carol into your room, ignoring Tony who sneaked closer to your room to spy on you. “We will eat in my room and talk.”

“Talk right,” Tony grunts. “Capsicle, wear a condom. Captain Glow don’t blind our best girl with your powers. If Capsicle gets her pregnant, I’ll be the godfather.”

“Tony, can you just not,” dragging Tony away Natasha grunts. “Stop bugging Y/N. Let them do-“  Natasha laughs, when you slam the door shut, exclaiming both captains are yours now. “Well, I guess we just lost our most adored bachelor and bachelorette to Y/N.”

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Winchester Quarantine Days- Dean x Reader

A/N: So, giving the fact that I am in self-quarantine, I have been reading a lot of fanfiction (obviously). One that I came across was “Stupid Beer Virus” written by @19mrs-rogers18​ (check it out!) and it inspired me to use the coronavirus as a prompt. Thanks love!

Summary: COVID-19 is taking its toll around the globe and you want to be completely prepared, no matter the cost to you. Yet, someone in the Bunker is not taking it well.

Warnings: Fluff, bits of angst, annoyance of the virus

Word Count: 1408

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-Monique

One thing you never thought you’d ever see in your lifetime is a mass-panic but the year 2020 had a different idea. Everyone wanted the start of the 2020s to be similar to the Roaring 1920s but this was not what anyone expected. A virus that started off sounding like the flu, grew to be one of the worst pandemics that will surely go down in world history. Thousands of people from six continents were being affected by this virus and a good amount were dying from it. Each morning when you woke up, another new spike in the “curve,” as they called it, would bring the total number higher and higher. You knew it wasn’t good to fill your head with the negative thoughts and facts of the virus, but you needed to know to be prepared.

“Hey Sammy, what are you looking at?” Dean asked, walking around the table from behind him to grab a cup of coffee.

“Just information about this virus.” He says, turning his attention back to the laptop screen in front of him.

“Dude, is that a good idea? I mean, nothing about this virus is good. Why are you reading so much about it?” Dean asks, sitting his coffee cup on the table as he sat behind the table in front of it.

“Well I think it’s interesting and if it gets bad enough, we’re going to have to quarantine. I want to know how to prepare in case we need to do so.” Sam explained.

“As long as you don’t obsess about it,” Dean said, grabbing his coffee and leaving him to his research. You shook your head, not believing this was as bad as the media was making it out to be.

As the weeks went on, the virus only grew more dangerous, and Kansas had issued a shelter-in-place order. It was time to quarantine and you knew the boys were not going to be happy. It meant, no leaving the Bunker, no hunting, no saving the world until the order was lifted. There was no way of fighting it at this point so you all did what was needed to be done. However, you weren’t aware of this fact at first.

“Hey Y/N, we need to talk to you,” Sam said, with Dean, Jack and Castiel coming into your room.

“What’s going on?” You asked, a bit concerned, seeing four concerned faces looking back at you.

“Looks like we’re going to have to quarantine, kiddo,” Dean said, coming to sit next to you on your bed.

“What? Are you sure?” You ask, suddenly standing.

“Yeah, we’re sure. As of midnight tonight, Lebanon is going under a shelter-in-place order. So, we need to make sure we’re stocked up on everything.” Sam explained but you refused to believe him.

“Wha-what are you saying? We, we can’t hunt? We can’t save the world, fight monsters? What are we supposed to do? Just sit around?” Your question.

“Hey, that might be fun. Now, you can feel more comfortable with Jack and Castiel; this could be a good thing.” Dean tried to console you but you just pushed his hand off your shoulder.

“But the rest of our lives will be canceled. That’s fucking great.” You storm out of the room, trying to wrap your mind around what was happening.

“Should someone stay behind and make sure she’s okay?” Castiel asked.

“I will. She’s my best friend; she’ll listen to me.” Dean spoke up, offering himself up as a solace to you.

“Okay, so Jack, Cas, and I will go ahead to the store and grab all the supplies we’ll need to last us for a week or two. And then if we need to, we’ll venture out slowly and grab more essential resources.” Sam said, grabbing keys to one of the cars the Bunker housed.

“Will you be okay, Dean? Will Y/N be okay?” Jack said, concern etching his childlike features again.

“Sure, we will, kid. Y/N is just as stubborn as I am and doesn’t do too well with change, but she’ll come around.” Dean said, nodding to the Nephilim as he joined the others on their journey to the grocery store.

After a few minutes, Dean decided to go check on you. You had snuck your way outside, right behind where the door leads down to the Bunker.

“You know you’re not supposed to be out here, right?” Dean said, making his presence known.

“I don’t care. If I get this stupid virus, I get it.” You say, not looking to the eldest Winchester.

“Well, that’s not a good attitude to have.”

“I don’t care what you think, Dean.” You lie, knowing his opinion of you was number one.

“Oh come on, sweetheart, I know that’s not true. I know you secretly think of me naked.” He said, winking at you.

Shit, where did he hear that? That was a quote from one of your favorite movies; 10 Things I Hate About You. A total chick flick he would say, but he must’ve been listening.

“In your dreams, Winchester.” You roll your eyes.

“Now that’s not the line, Y/N.” He teases.

“So, you do listen to my chick-flick movies, don’t you?” You counter, giving him a knowing look.

“Hey, that one had Heath Ledger in it. That guy was the Joker; he’s cool.” Dean said, making you roll your eyes but you tried to hide your blush at the fact that he knew one of your favorite movies.

“Look, I get it, this thing sucks, big time, but hey, now we can spend a little more time together,” Dean said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You’re nauseating.”

“You love me.” He said, following you back into the Bunker.

You kept your distance from him but it was harder than you thought. He’d follow you around the Bunker because he didn’t have anything better to do. That is, until Sam, Castiel, and Jack came back.

“Hey, we could use some help out here!” Sam called to you and Dean, as you two dropped everything and raced to the garage to help bring the groceries.

Once everything was put away, you all agreed on ordering a pizza and watching a movie. For the fun of it, or to ‘set the mood’ as Dean called it, lit the fireplace. Still trying to keep your distance from Dean, you grabbed a blanket and covered yourself with its fluffiness. Without saying anything, Dean had sat next to you, grabbing a part of your blanket to cover himself. You gave him a warning look, to which he just shrugged and gave a look of innocence.

As the movie progressed and the pizza continued to disappear, you were minding your own business when you felt something on your hand. You looked over to Dean to see he kept his eyes on the screen before you but you felt his hand slip into yours. Trying not to focus on the feeling of his thumb running over your hand, you kept your eyes forward. He soon began rubbing your arm, bringing you close to his side, squeezing your hip. Glancing over to him, he slowly brought his gaze to meet yours and you both had the same idea.

Jumping up, you dashed to his room, where you were met with his lips smashing against yours. He pinned you against the wall, to ensure you wouldn’t go anywhere, not that you wanted to leave at this point. His kiss was intoxicating, something you had imagined for quite some time. He was soft, starting slow but soon began to pick up the pace. Lifting you so you were the same height as he was, his strong arms held your legs close to his torso. You were surprised when you felt his teeth on your bottom lip, tugging gently, practically begging you to let him in. Once you did, the kiss only escalated, and soon enough, you found yourself lying under him on his bed, still keeping your lips together. Your head began to pound, indicting that you needed air, and he took the hint. When he pulled back to look down at you, he held the biggest smile you had ever seen.

“God, I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” He said, kissing your lips again.

“Maybe this quarantine thing won’t be so bad after all.” You said, smirking up at him, to which he laughed and said, “that’s my girl.”

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