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It's frustrating to read comments from so-called "fans" critizing Jensen's acting during Cas' declaration of love.
Did you really think that Dean, who by the way,
1) Is a psychologically and emotionally repressed individual
2) Has been shouldering the burden of saving the world from
Chuck and under already extreme stress
3) Has been feeling guilty/like a failure for not being able to stop
Chuck and likely getting everyone killed
4) Has Billie literally knocking at the door with the intent to kill
him (and Cas)
would process Cas' confession and pour out his own feelings in the 2 minutes or so before the Empty takes Cas? Really?
This is a man who takes several episodes to open up emotionally. How long did he confess to Sam on what really happened to him in Hell? Or when Dean last prayed to Castiel in Purgatory after their "break-up"?
Dean was in shock. He was already in a fragile pyschological and emotional state when confronted with Castiel's truth. That truth also meant that he would be losing Cas to the Empty. Another loss to be compounded to Dean's guilt and sense of failure of not being able to save those he loves.
How can you expect someone to process all that when wolves are at the door? It would have been more unbelieveable if Dean reciprocated immediately with hugs & kisses.
Don't get me wrong, I want to see Dean express his truth (whatever that may be) in response to Cas'. I hope we see something on the next episode. In the end though, I think the acting choices Jensen made were realistic.
What I love about Jensen as an actor is that he is a master of micro-expressions. He can convey a dialogue without having to open his mouth. If you were to blind to see them in this episode, that's on you.
The facial ticks on Dean when Cas says "I love you" to him were screaming out, "No, please don't say this like this is the end." That is a man fighting to hold back his emotions because he is trying to keep it together. He knows he won't be able to handle it if he loses Cas. Did you not see Dean on the verge of tears as he turned to see the Empty appear?
Also, people shouldn't blindly label other people as homophobic. That's some messed up shit. Jensen Ackles deserves better.
Am I the only one bothered by a whole bunch of people now calling Jensen homophobic and saying he looks like he wants to say a slur or whatever during the most recent Destiel scene?
Was the acting rough? Oh yeah. But I think it’s also important to remember that the guy has literally been shipped with MISHA. not just their characters, but them as actual living breathing real life human beings. It has to be awkward and honestly I don’t blame him for not being a fan of destiel because of that or the scene in general, it felt really out of character and out of place all around.
And I believe a while back I read something about cockles shippers getting so amped up to the point of making comments about Jensen’s wife. I mean. Come on. An actor being uncomfortable and disagreeing with a character choice doesn’t make him homophobic in the slightest and it’s gross to see people say that kind of stuff because they didn’t like the way he played it.
And also, lets not act like the writers served us up a beautiful, hopeful, clearly romantic scene and then Jensen ruined it. They’ve queerbaited for YEARS and then killed off one of them after he got to confess his feelings. It was a crap show of a reveal if they even truly let it be canon and don’t go “SIKE. Just bros. Just friendly brotherly bros saying bro stuff!” Like they’ve done in the past.
But back to my main point. I don’t think I’ve ever seen evidence of Jensen being homophobic and accusing him of that over this scene is really frustrating. Now I’m open to evidence that he is in fact homophobic and that’s a whole other fact if he is.
However, it just appears that people are mad about his acting in the scene and are lashing out and it’s immature and gross as hell.
A/N: It has been 2 YEARS since I updated this pic. Two freaking years. I’m not even sure if the people who enjoyed it are still invested, but I am determined to finish this series this time. I hope you enjoy!
Steve hadn’t gone back home after going to a bar last night.
Nat and Tony had both called you to ask if he was at your place when they realized he wasn’t at HQ.
And then he was late. Steve was never late.
You sat on the training mat in the gym, gripping your coffee and scrolling through missions when he made his appearance, stuffing his clothes from yesterday into his duffel.
You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. You refused to let him know you’d been worried something bad had happened to him, but after three unanswered texts in which you’d been left on-read, you’d stopped bugging him.
“Good night?” you asked casually, sipping your coffee.
He dropped his bag on the bench with a thud, wrapping his hands with tape. “Not in the way you’re implying.”
You held up a hand to ward off any attack, heaving yourself to your feet. “I wasn’t implying anything.” you finished your coffee, setting the mug on the other end of the bench as he turned to face you.
He set his hands on his hips, staring you down with those intense blue eyes. “Yes, you were.”
You shrugged. “You were gone all night. What you did isn’t my business.”
And it wasn’t.
You didn’t care.
That was a lie. You did care, even though you shouldn’t have.
Your feelings were like a tornado and you couldn’t make sense of them. This jealousy at the possibility he spent the night with a woman was ridiculous. Not only had you just ended your engagement, but you’d also agreed to go on a date with Pietro, so you shouldn’t have been thinking of Steve that way at all.
“Y/N, did you hear me?” He probed impatiently and your head whipped up.
“I’m sorry, what?” you asked, meeting his gaze.
“I stayed at Sam’s place,” he replaced the roll he was using on his hands back in his bag and sat down lightly on the bench, his fingers curling over the edge.
“Is this because I agreed to go on a date with Pietro?” you asked, hugging yourself lightly. “I know you see him every day and if it’s too weird for you two, then tell me. I don’t want to make anything awkward.”
He shook his head, his hair falling into his eyes until he brushed it back, retaping his left hand. “That had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me,” he sighed.
“So it is because I told Pietro I’d go on a date with him?” you asked, staring down at your empty coffee mug like it was the most interesting thing you’d ever seen.
“Yes.” your head snapped up as he continued, dragging his hand over his face. “No. I don’t know,” he mumbled, his words muffled by his palm. “Things are complicated.” his jaw snapped together as he stood, zipping up his bag aggressively.
“How?” you pressed, crossing your arms.
“You’re my best friend, Y/N.” He slammed his bag onto the floor and you flinched at the violent action. “It can’t be more than that. I told you I wouldn’t lose you, and I meant that.” He sighed raggedly. “I’m gonna go hit the bag. You don't need to spar with me,” he muttered, brushing past you.
You stood there, dumbfounded, unsure what to do or say.
So you did nothing.
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Several days passed, and Steve still kept you at arm’s length.
Men could be so incredibly frustrating, and it turned out super soldiers were no exceptions. Pietro had called and texted you some, but you’d yet to go on an actual date. Although you still had plans to go out for dinner on Friday, so it was still happening, angry, moody Steve, or not.
You sighed inwardly. Tony was having a pool party at his mansion to celebrate his engagement to Pepper, and although Steve had offered to drive you, the car ride was still filled with awkward, insufferable silence. You had no clue how to fix it, but mainly because the stubborn man wouldn’t tell you what you’d done wrong in the first place.
He’d made it perfectly clear he didn’t want any romantic relationship, and frankly, you didn’t think you were ready for more. You’d already begun to regret saying yes to Pietro, but what could one date hurt?
You arrived at the tower and took a deep breath. So much had changed since the last time you’d been here. Then, you’d been blindly happy and engaged. Steve got out of the car, and you followed, more awkward silence stretching between the two of you. Normally, it was a comfortable silence, but now it felt like he was building an invisible wall to block you out.
You followed him to the massive backyard, a gust of wind pushing your hair into your eyes. “Hey, there you guys are!” Pietro waved from a nearby lawn chair. He grabbed two beers from the cooler and jogged over to meet you. He only wore a pair of navy board shorts slung low on his lean hips, and dark sunglasses hid his eyes, although nothing could hide his blinding smile. A twinge of guilt shot through you that his smile did nothing to you, but it wasn’t…..
You shook your head to clear the thought away as Steve strode away, not waiting for Pietro to reach the two of you. He held a beer out and you smiled, taking a sip. It wasn’t your favorite, but it was the thought that counted, right?
“How’ve you been?” he asked, pushing his sunglasses up further on his head. You shrugged. “Busy, honestly. I’m super behind on my reports,” you admitted.
He nodded, and after a moment's silence, laughed. “It’s really hot. I’m gonna get back in the pool. You wanna come?” he tossed his thumb over his shoulder at the crystal blue water.
“Sure,” you smiled, grateful for something to break the quiet. You stripped off your tank top and shorts and tossed them onto the nearest lawn chair, having worn your black and white bikini underneath.
Tony’s friend, James Rhodes, occupied one of the lawn chairs as you followed Pietro, and he looked up at you from his phone. “Hey, Y/N, right?” he asked.
You nodded. You hadn’t seen James Rhodes since the disaster last New Year’s. He’d been absent when Brett and Steve got into a fight, but he’d caught you and Brett in a hallway on his way back from the bathroom. Brett had been shouting at you, making everything out to be your fault, and you’d stood there, mute, as you took his verbal assault. James interrupted, cutting Brett down with quick, sharp words. Brett didn’t yell again that night.
“How’ve you been?” he questioned. “Where’s…?” he paused, waiting for you to fill in the blank.
“Fucking someone else,” you replied, taking another sip of your beer. At this point, you didn’t even care anymore.
James winced. “Sorry?”
Your lips quirked into a half-smile. “You said that like a question.” He paused, seeming to search for the right words. “He didn’t seem very nice,” he shrugged.
“Yeah, I’m glad it’s over.” It was the first time you’d said the words out loud and you felt a stirring in your heart at the truth in them. You were better off without him. Bigger and better things were headed your way and when the time was right, you would fall in love again. For real this time.
“I’m happy to hear that,” he smiled. “Hey,” Pietro pulled your attention away. “You ready?” he asked.
You set down your beer, nodding, and followed him to the pool. Stepping into the cool water felt amazing and you let out a breathy sigh as Pietro forgoed the steps, diving into the water.
He swished his wet hair from his eyes upon surfacing, and swam over, grinning. “Some party, huh?” he asked, looking around.
“Tony likes to go all out,” you agreed, scanning the decorations and guests as you swam over to the nearest wall, kicking out your legs behind you. Pietro joined you, mimicking your position.
“How was your mission?” you asked, squinting in the sunlight. He stretched his palms out on the concrete, and you noted the callouses on his hands. Steve had similar ones. They came from all the fighting. You’d asked if they hurt once, and he said it looked worse than it felt.
“Fun,” he grinned. You chose not to comment, stories of what Pietro did after those missions were common, and most included him taking a local girl to his hotel.
“I wish I could’ve gone with you guys,” you muttered, still slightly irritated your team had been sat out.
“Next time,” he winked, his arm bumping into yours as he drew closer. You opened your mouth to respond, the sounds quickly turning into a scream when someone cannonballed into the pool behind you, drenching your upper body. You turned, ready to go off when Steve surfaced between you and Pietro. “Steve?” you asked incredulously. “What the hell are you doing?”
He shook his head, water droplets flying. “I was hot, so I'm cooling off.”
You’d never wanted to punch him so bad before. You glared, tongue working behind your closed mouth as you tried to form words. “You’re starting to piss me off,” you finally hissed. With an apologetic smile in Pietro’s direction, you pulled yourself out of the pool, ringing your hair out.
You headed for the side of the house, needing a moment to collect yourself before you hit your best friend. His odd behavior the past few days, combined with what had just happened, was more than enough to make you angry.
You’d barely rounded the house when a warm hand caught your elbow. Tiny chills broke out along your spine and you knew who it would be standing there before you turned around.
“Let me go,” You jerked your arm away and he did. You stared at Steve, letting him feel the anger radiating from you. His hair dripped water along his chest, and you followed a bead down his stomach to his red board shorts that hung dangerously low on his hips, disappearing along the trail of dark hair beneath his belly button.
“What are you doing?” you snapped, hugging yourself. “Because you’re being an ass.” He glanced down, having the decency to look ashamed. He ran his hands over his face, letting out a small groan. “I don’t know,” he admitted.
“No. You can't tell me that you don’t want anything more than a friendship and then start acting like a dog marking his territory when I decide to date someone else. This is my life, Steve. Figure out how you want to be in it.” you snapped, staring him down, daring him to try and argue. “I have been going through a lot, especially recently, and I shouldn’t have to be worried about my best friend hating me for trying to put my life back together.”
He nodded, sweeping his hair back. “I know, I’m sorry.”
“Listen, I can talk to Tony and see if he can reassign me to a new team. I’ll be out of your way and things won’t be so tense between us anymore.” you offered. Working with him seemed like it was only aggravating the situation.
“No, don’t.” he protested, shaking his head. “That’s not necessary and I don’t want to derail your career. I’ll get my act together, I promise.”
You hesitated, studying his expression before you softened. Steve had yet to break a promise to you. “I believe you.”
Relief flooded his face and he took a deep breath, offering you a small smile. “Can we just forget the past few days?” he asked. You returned his smile and nodded and he visibly relaxed. He reached forward and tugged you into a hug and you melted against him, feeling the stress of the situation melt away.
“I’m sorry again,” he murmured against your hair. You opened your mouth to respond when a cough surprised you both and you pulled away, Pietro standing awkwardly behind Steve. “I thought I’d make sure you two weren’t trying to claw one another’s eyes out, but it seems like that’s not necessary.” he smiled tightly, looking between you and Steve.
You lifted your hands and wiggled your fingers jokingly. “No claws here, see?” After a moment Pietro relaxed, returning your smile and you breathed a silent sigh of relief. You’d just cleared up the tension, you didn’t need more.
“Shall we?” you asked Pietro, stepping forward to walk with him back towards the pool, his hand landing on the small of your back as you walked. You stole a glance back at Steve, his hands on his hips as he looked at the ground.
He lifted his head slightly, catching your eye and you quickly looked away, focusing instead on what Pietro was telling you, but that brief look from Steve had revealed much more than he’d said and the ache inside you seemed to grow stronger.
A/N: getting back into writing with some smut, because i’m reckless like that. It is what it is. Not SUPER happy with this but the idea has been in my draft for a while so I hope you enjoy! Feedback is ALWAYS welcome.
Warnings: language, smut, fingering (briefly), 18+ ONLY
God, you’d missed that man.
Three months without contact, and four without being able to see him face to face. You were happy he was out in the field and reunited with the Avengers, but less pleased you were left behind.
You were lucky that you’d been able to take a break from work to visit the team before they left again, but you could tell already that three days would hardly be enough.
Steve wasn’t big on PDA in front of the team, thanks to Tony’s teasing, so you’d been forced to spend the day gripping his hand on the couch instead of showing him how much you missed him.
You absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair, missing the long strands he’d had when he’d been estranged from the team. Your head rested on your fist as your eyes fluttered closed when a soft hand landed on your shoulder.
You opened your eyes sleepily to look up at Bucky, who smiled sympathetically at you. “I heard you had a long flight. We’re all exhausted too, why don’t you take him upstairs to sleep?” he offered, gesturing to a dozing Steve, his head on your lap and his arms wrapped around your leg as his eyelashes fanned across his cheeks. “He wouldn’t listen when I told him earlier.” Bucky laughed, the noise startling Steve awake.
You nodded, Bucky giving your shoulder a squeeze before he padded away quietly, the fridge door opening moments later.
“What’s up?” Steve yawned, burying his head against your thigh again. You tapped his shoulder as you sat up, forcing him to move as well.
“Come on, we’re going to sleep.” you coaxed and he sat up, following you up the stairs without argument. You’d barely made it past Tony’s room, careful not to make too much noise when strong hands spun you around.
He smiled down at you moments before his lips landed gently on yours, and you stretched on your toes to wrap your arms around his neck, relishing in having his body pressed against yours again.
A smile crept on your face as he pulled away for a moment, pressing gentle kisses onto your cheeks as he spoke. “I missed you,” he breathed, stepping back.
You smiled, leading him into his assigned room, pulling him closer once the door had shut firmly again. Your lips crashed against his as his hands slid over your hips to tug you closer. You pulled away slightly, breathing hard already. “We don’t have to--” you began, placing your hands on his chest before he grabbed your wrists and shoved you back against the wall, pinning your hands above your head.
“Shut up,” he murmured, dipping down again to press his lips against your neck, teeth scraping against your skin. You bit your lip and arched against him slightly, testing his grip on your wrists.
His teeth sunk into the spot above your pulse and you yelped, clenching your jaw even as his tongue smoothed over the mark and he pulled back to look at you. “Too hard?” he asked casually, a small grin threatening his innocent act.
“Lets switch places and i’ll ask you.” you retorted and he chuckled, releasing your hands.
“I missed that smart mouth.” he murmured huskily, gripping your chin and running his thumb over your bottom lip. You leaned into his touch and looked up at him, wetting your lips with your tongue before running it along the pad of his finger.
His gaze darkened and he closed the gap between you again, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he lifted you easily, your legs locking around his hips. His fingers pressed into the underside of your thigh while the other tangled in your hair, his kisses becoming more sloppy and desperate as he walked.
He yanked your head back using your hair and traced his lips along your jaw as he lowered himself down to his knees and then your back was hitting the floor. “No bed?” you managed to get out in between kisses and he shook his head.
“Long mission, not used to it again yet,” he supplied, his hands sliding under your shirt as you sat up to help him with taking it off. He covered your body with his again, grinding himself between your legs. You let out a quiet gasp, tugging on his shirt.
He took the hint, sitting back to pull it over his head, his voice momentarily muffled by the fabric. “FRIDAY, soundproof the room. Now.” You cocked an eyebrow and he shrugged, grinning. “Just in case. I want these off,” he tugged on your jeans and you complied as he leaned back to follow suit, taking his underwear off with them.
He leaned over you again and you frowned as you took him in. His torso was littered with bruises and cuts and he watched as you gingerly ran your fingers over them, sitting up to press your lips against a couple. “That bad?” you murmured, referring to his mission and he set his jaw.
“Doesn’t matter.” He was gentler now but still firm as he laid you back down, tugging on your underwear as you lifted your hips. He leaned down to kiss along your stomach, your hands tangling in his hair as he dipped lower, blowing air between your legs.
“Steve,” you whimpered and he chuckled, kissing his way back up your body, paying special attention to your breasts.
“I’ll make up for that tomorrow morning,” he promised, his fingers slipping between your folds gently. You gripped his arm and arched at the feeling as he buried his face in your neck, groaning.
“I just realized I don’t have a condom.” he ground out, his thumb brushing over your clit. “I’m sorry-”
“Don’t care,” you panted out, nearly begging. You needed him inside you and it was taking too damn long.
He pulled away and you nearly cried. “Are you sure?” he questioned, brows furrowed.
“Steve! I swear to god if you don’t fuck me in the next 30 seconds, I’m going to explode.” you hissed and he chuckled, pressing his lips against yours as he lined up to your entrance, pressing forward slowly.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you adjusted to his size, and nearly wept with joy at how good he felt inside you. Your head fell back as he let out a groan, boxing you in with one arm as he tried to let you adjust completely.
You dug your nails into his shoulder and lifted a leg, his hand automatically wrapping around your thigh to hook it over his hip as he fucked into you, still knowing the ins and outs of your body as if you hadn’t been separated at all.
“Fuck,” he growled, his tongue swirling over one of your nipples as he pulled out most of the way and slammed back into you hard enough to elicit a strangled moan. “Louder.” he hissed, biting down on your shoulder and you gasped, clenching around him.
He hissed, rolling his hips and you let out a small scream. “Please, do that again,” you pleaded and he happily obliged, intertwining his fingers with yours and pulling your arms above your head.
“Fuck, Steve, right there,” you urged “oh, god.” you closed your eyes as you arched against him and he slowed his pace momentarily, eyes locked on your face.
“Keep your eyes open, on me,” he coaxed and you nodded as he resumed his pace, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “You feel so good, babe,” he panted, readjusting the angle of his thrusts. He nudged against your sweet spot and that was all it took to send you over the edge, calling his name as he followed suit, his teeth sinking into your neck as he growled out your name.
He released you finally, as you both lay there panting for a moment, a small chuckle leaving his body. “Sorry, I got a little carried away.” he apologized, peppering kisses along your face and jaw. “You okay?” he worried, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
You nodded, your legs shaking and pulled him down for a gentle kiss. “I missed you, but all I want to do is sleep,” you murmured against his mouth and he laughed, nodding. He disappeared for a moment and returned with two pillows and the blanket from the bed next to you and lifted your head to settle the cushion beneath it.
“I love you,” he murmured, still hesitant after all this time, and you rolled over to pull his arm over you, the blanket settling over you both as he kissed your shoulder affectionately.
“I love you too,” you murmured, slowly drifting off, content for the first time in a while.
Friendly reminder that Sam Wilson has his own PTSD and issues to deal with. He is not there to therapize or ‘fix’ Bucky Barnes. They are partners and friends; one is not a mental health professional for the other. Bucky’s healing is not the responsibility of Sam when Sam needs to find his own healing from the trauma he has been through. Sure, they can support one another, but why is this desire for ‘support’ always one sided with some folks in fandom? Where is the comfort and understanding for what Sam has been through? I love them both, but it isn’t Sam’s job to be Bucky’s personal therapist.
the hottest scene in mcu history is when maria watches those hydra agents on the cameras and just casually pushes against the control panel with her foot and rolls the chair she’s sitting in back and just shoots them right as soon as they open the door. that scene was just *chef’s kiss* beautiful.
