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The Winter Ghost - Part 10

Info: A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn’t and because of that, everything you knew was about to change.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: swearing, violence, ptsd, agnst

W/c: 3.7 k (whoops)

A/n: Thank you for all the love ive been receiving on the previous chapters! I’m really glad you guys are enjoying this as much as I enjoy writing it for you! Hope you all are having a wonderful week! 

“Cummon�� is that all you got?” Sam teased, pinning your hands above your head. 

You’d been at this now for hours. Wanda and Shuri had come to watch as Sam kicked your ass over and over. You were absolutely exhausted and had yet to win a match against the aluminum bird-man.

What was wrong with you? You definitely weren't a ‘great’ fighter, but you were usually able to hold your own. Each time you would take on Nat or Bucky it seemed to come naturally. Like your body knew the moves before your brain did. 

You lunged at him, sending a swift kick to his side. He saw it coming, of course, and dodged it with ease. 

“Take him down Y/n.” Wanda shouted from the side lines. Her voice distracted you and the next thing felt was the cold gym mat as Sam slammed you down, knocking the air right out of your lungs. Sorry. Wanda gasped watching you groan in discomfort.

“Can we take a five?” You weazed out, leaning back on your elbows and trying to catch your breath. 

“Fine, five minutes but then we’re going again.” Sam helped you up again and you stumbled off the mat to join Wanda, Shuri and Natasha. 

“What’s going on with you?” Nat half joked, passing you a water bottle. You shook your head, absolutely exasperated from asking yourself the same question. 

“I don't know. I just can't think straight.” You mumbled over gulps of water. Of course, deep down you knew what had you so distracted, but you also knew that acknowledging the blue eyed soldier would give him more power over your mind than he already had.

Wanda looked at you sympathetically. She knew what had you so bothered. She also knew that having your ass handed to you was the last thing you needed right now. 

“Oh, Y/n you dropped something,” Wanda started, giving you a mischievous wink. She bent down and lifted up a towel, placing it in your hands, but not without slowly tracing her palm over yours. Instantly you felt the heat from her fingers sizzling into your skin. You had gotten used to the feeling by now but the sensation still startled you some. 

“Now it's a fair fight, no?” She smirked. You looked over your shoulder to make sure Sam hadn't seen your little interaction and of course, he hadn't. 

“You’ ready for round… What was it? Seventeen?” Sam shouted from across the gym, causing you to grit your teeth. He was in for it.

“Ready.” You spoke, mostly to Wanda who only smiled in return. 

You hopped back up onto the sparring ring mat you and Sam began circling each other again. The electric power Wanda had lent you surged through your body, giving you a little more confidence. 

Sam lurched at you sending a right hook which you blocked, however you didn't see his left jab that met your gut with a hard thud. You gasped, stumbing backwards a few pases.  

“This is the woman who put Bucky Barnes on his back? I don’t believe it. I think the boy went easy on you.” He chuckled, springing to his feet and lending you a hand up. 

“Fuck off, Sam.” You spit, stretching your neck from side to side in an attempt to calm yourself down.

“Oh, she’s got a mouth though? Cummon’ Y/n, do somethin’ bout it!” He shouted, circling you, waiting for your next strike. 

“Shut up!” You demanded, feeling a familiar sensation begin to warm around your now clenched fists.

“Oh, I don't think I will. Cummon’ baby, do your worst.” He shrugged, sending you into a state of rage you'd never seen before. You didn't know if it was the pent up frustration of the week, or the snarky comments from Sam, but something just snapped. Suddenly your vision was blinded by a white hot sting and it wasn’t Sam standing in front of you. It was the monster who took everyone you ever loved away in one fell swoop. The monster who created you.

“With pleasure, ” You seethed through gritted teeth. With the flick of your wrists, you were in the air, floating above the mat as the red current wrapped itself around you, broiling with power. With a scream that you didn't recognize as your own you cast the electricity protruding out of your body in two powerful tendrils, hurling Sam off the ground and into the wall behind him. He crashed with such force the cement crumbled beneath his frame. 

“Hey, hey Y/n. Calm down, I was only playin’,” Sam lifted his hands in surrender but it was no use, his words came out as a dull ringing in your ears. 

“Я собираюсь разорвать тебя на куски.” I’m going to rip you apart, you screamed, sending your power up and hurtling towards him. Sam ducked quickly as the red sphere exploded above his head. You shrieked in frustration, dropping back onto the mat and sprinting towards him, but before you could strike him with your next blow, two strong arms wrapped themselves around you, hurling you back onto the ground. You gasped as you hit the mat, instantly trying to get back up and finish the fight, but you couldn't move. 

“Let me go!” You shouted, flailing your body in a desperate attempt to free yourself, but it was no use. 

“Not until you calm down. Take a breath.” The husky voice echoed in your ears but you couldn't focus on who it came from. You writhed under his figure but he was too strong. After a few moments lying there, your vision began to clear and you could see who held you down. 

“You.” You gasped, a lump in your throat beginning to form as you blinked away tears you didn't know were there until now. 

“Hey, doll. I’m here, It’s Bucky. You're okay now.” He spoke, his hot breath fanning your face. You instantly recoiled at the sensation, feeling nauseous and furious and terrified all at once. You knew his face, it has haunted you for years. How could you possibly forget such a cruel and vile face. 

“I know who you are, Winter Soldier.” You spat the name at him, causing his face to fall and his brows to pinch together. 

“You… You killed him.” You tried to control your voice but it seethed in rage. Bucky was so caught off guard by your words he let his grip on your arms falter, and in the second, you were free. In the last bit of strength you had, you sent the man rocketing back. He crumpled onto the floor, trying to regain his balance but you were already on him. You straddled his hips and with your hands already scorching with crimson flames, you planted them on either side of his head. He wailed in agony as his body fell limp, eyes rolling back into his head. 

“Stop!” Wanda screamed. Her small arms wrapped around you, yanking you off of Bucky and onto the ground beside him. Your body ignited into flames as she held you tight, and suddenly, you weren't in the gym anymore. 

Your chest burned as you sprinted across the bridge, not caring that you had dropped your motorcycle in the middle of the road. 

“STOP! Please don’t do this. Don’t hurt him! Please, PLEASE! NO!” You screamed, desperate to reach him before- 

The first gunshot rocketed through the air and into Tommy’s chest, sending him stumbling backwards. He was dangerously close to the edge of the bridge now. 

“NO! Please, stop! Please don’t! STOP!!” Your voice cracked as the recognizable taste of blood pooled in your throat. 

“I have my mission.” The soldier spoke coolly. 

You were almost there. You could almost see the terror in Tommy's eyes when two more gunshots fired into his gut. He gasped, stepping back and teetering over the edge. 

“Please, please, no. God, NO!” You wailed, watching Tommy bring his hands up to hold his chest and as his blood blossomed across his white t-shirt, soaking him in its deep rusty colour. 

“I love you.” You heard him say, as his eyes closed and his body disappeared below the bridge.

“NO!” You shrieked, your body giving in as you dropped to the ground.

You knelt on the ground, not caring that your knees were beginning to blister as the boiling pathment scolded you. You choked on sobs as the memory of the last gunshot rang through your mind. No, this isn't happening. This couldn't be happening. Your mind screamed, but you knew all too well this was reality. Tommy was dead, and it was all your fault. 

Your eyes exploded open as tears streamed down your face. You looked around the room, panic washing over your body. 

“Y/n? Y/n, can you hear me?” Natasha yelled, relief washed over her face as you came to. 

“I remember... I remember everything.” You whimpered, before everything went black. 

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Your eyes fluttered open, looking around the familiar lab. You knew where you were, but the throbbing headache caused you to feel disoriented as you tried to focus on your surroundings. The robotic beeping from the monitor you were hooked up to began to pick up pace as the memories from the last few weeks rushed back.

You groaned in pain, using all the strength you had to look up at the I.V. drip slowly delivering its clear liquid into your veins. Whatever dose they were giving you was strong. 

Better safe than sorry. You thought, because that’s exactly what they’d be if you could move your pinky finger without feeling like you’d pass out. 

“Morphine?” You croaked out, mostly to yourself. 

“Flunitrazepam, actually. Illegal in America for obvious reasons. We tried everything to keep you down, this was the strongest we had.” Shuri’s voice rang in your ears as she approached the left side of your bed. You chuckled softly, losing strength half was as it turned onto a low sigh. 

“Damn, you’re not playing around…” You spoke sarcastically. 

Shuri looked at you seriously, her usually playful tone was now stern. 

“You threw Sam like a ragdoll and Bucky’s still in critical condition.” She all but scolded. 

“Good.” You seethed at the mention of his name. The fact that these people could look at him or call him that was revolting. He was a monster. 

“You don’t mean that, Y/n. I don’t know what you remembered but-“

“Everything. I remembered everything. And I’m going to fucking ruin him.” Your voice surprised Shuri. It was cold and smooth and devoid of all emotion. 

“Just like he ruined me.” 

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 The morning sun gleaming through the window is what stirred Bucky awake, but the horrendous pain that surged through him was what kept him that way. He tried to move but his entire body screamed in agony.  He could hear was his bones slowly snap back into place, mending themselves together so excruciatingly slow. The feeling was nothing short of torture. It reminded him of his time with Hydra. 

Bucky let out a groan, alerting the rest of the team of his consciousness. Steve was the first beside his bed. He was speaking, but the words didn't make sense to Bucky.

“Hey Buck. Welcome back, buddy.” He spoke gently. Bucky groaned again, trying with all of his strength you sit up but the little movement only sent a rippling pain through his body. 

“Don’t move. Y/n messed you up real good.” He explained. 

Y/n. He needed to see Y/n. Needed to make sure she was okay. To hold her and tell her she was safe. That she could breathe again. 

“I have to see her.” Bucky finally croaked out. Steve's face fell, sympathy clouding his features. 

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” Nat spoke. She was seated in the corner of the room. Bucky didn’t think he’d ever seen her look this worried. She was always so calm and collected. 

“Please I-“ 

“No, Bucky. You’re not seeing that, bitch. Look what she did to you!?” Steve suddenly shouted. Bucky flinched at his harsh words like they caused him physical pain. In a way, they did. 

“Don’t call her that…Why can’t I see her?” Bucky snapped. Steve only blinked at him, unsure of how to console his friend and protect him all at once. 

“I’ll think you guys need to chat… We’ll leave you alone.” Nat solemnly spoke, obviously uncomfortable. She looked to Wanda, who was sitting cross legged on the window sill, and motioned for her to follow. She stood, but before leaving walked over to where Bucky’s broken body lay. She placed a small hand on his now blue and purple one, shattered in every way. 

“I’m so sorry, James. I didn’t know that she would- I… I’m just so sorry.” She choked on her words, a sob escaping her lips before she turned away and walked out of the room. 

Steve cleared his throat, drawing Bucky's attention back to his friend, who had now pulled a chair beside his bed. 

“I think we need to talk… there’s something I should have told you, but I need you to understand, I was only trying to protect you, Buck.” He started, his eyes bore into Bucky’s. The intensity of his stare made him feel suddenly uneasy. 

“What’s going on, punk?” Bucky pleaded, causing Steve's heart to shatter at the idea he caused his friend so much pain. 

He was almost unrecognizable. Infact, if it weren't for his signature Brooklyn drawl, Steve might not have known it was him. One of Bucky’s eyes was black and purple and completely swelled shut while the other was bloodshot and caused his iris to look remarkably blue in contrast. His flesh arm was completely shattered in several different places and bruises blossomed along his chest. Twenty five broken bones, three cracked ribs, and a fracture that extended all the way from the top to the bottom of his spine to name only a few. The doctor had said if he was unable to heal the way he does, he'd most likely be dead. 

This was his fault. If only he was a better captain. If only he knew the right words. If only he had left Y/n and the mess that she has brought into their lives back in NewYork.

 No, this was her fault… he wouldn’t let her ruin Bucky. Not after everything he has gone through, everything he had done to get better. 

“I’m going to get you out of here, Bucky. We’ll leave first thing tomorrow, when you heal.” Steve started but Bucky shook his head. “Don’t argue with me, jerk. We’re leaving. That's final.” he ordered. He half expected Bucky to coincide, but he knew his friend better than that.

“What did Natasha mean when she said we needed to chat?” Bucky questioned. He was only starting to regain feeling in his limbs, but he was still too weak to sit. Steve signed, knowing there was nowhere out of this one. Bucky deserved to know. Even if it would wreck him.

“Okay, listen, Bucky… I’ll tell you, but... I just- I… I was trying to protect you. You've come so far. So, so far and I thought that if you knew the truth that- I don't know, that you’d go back there.” Steve began, watching Bucky carefully for some sort of signal that he should keep going. When none came, he swallowed the lump in his throat and continued.

“Your mission was Tommy. You killed him.” There was no right way to say it. No delicate manner in which to sugar coat the fact. 

Bucky blinked at Steve for what felt like forever. His face was unreadable.

“I did some digging and… You gotta know, it wasn't your fault. You couldn't have… You didnt have control of-”

“How long?” Bucky's voice was cold and sharp. 

“What?” Steve shook his head trying to get a read on his friend's reaction to the information. 

“How fucking long have you known?” Bucky demanded. Steve couldn't tell if it was from the recent beating he had taken or if his face was red with anger. He reached out his hand to place it on his friends, but he pulled away. 

“Answer the question.” Bucky spat, his eyes were dark now, bruising slowly beginning to disappear. Steve signed and looked into his lap. 

“Since she got here. But you gotta’ understand-”

“Get out.” Bucky fumed, his eyes sending daggers into Steve’s. 

“W-what?” Steve stuttered. 

“Get. The. Fuck. Out.” Bucky emphasized every word, hate dripping from his lips. 

“Okay, I’ll go. But I still think we should-” Steve started, but Bucky cut him off again. 

“I swear to God if you don't leave right now I’m going to do something I’ll regret.” Steve only nodded in understaning and finally sulked out of the room leaving Bucky with his thoughts.

The moment he was gone Bucky tore the tubes clean out of his wrists and jumped out of bed. His whole body screamed when his feet touched the floor, but he didn't care. Nothing compared to the excruciating pain in his chest as he tried to process what Steve had said. 

He killed Tommy. He murdered him. He- He… He was going to be sick.

Bucky ran into the washroom just before collapsing onto the floor beside the toilet and emptying his stomach. 

She was never going to forgive him…

……………………………………………………………………………………………

You stared at the ceiling, counting the tiles when you heard the commotion from outside your room. T’challa had been standing watch at your door for the past hour, but he had left to get you all something to eat. 

“Get. The. Fuck. Out” The voice boomed from next door. You instantly recognised it as his. You couldn't help the pang in your heart when you heard the pain in his words. 

I could show him real pain. You thought. You could of course, and did. But with the mega drugs Shuri had you on you weren't sure you could use the bathroom on your own, let alone go for round two on the Soldier's ass. 

Soldier. The man deserved no such title. He was a murderer, a cold blooded monster. 

But he told you about his time at Hydra. He didn't remember half of the missions he was sent on and the ones he did were always in pieces. You shook away the thoughts with a loud groan. 

No, you were not about to feel bad for him. Whether or not the man knew, it happened. He killed Tommy and what did you do? You kissed him… The thought of his lips on yours made you nauseous. The thought of enjoying his lips on yours made you even more so. 

How could you let this happen? Who the fuck had you become? Hydra took your memories and suddenly you were a love struck puppy who needed a murderer's validation? What? You thought he’d swoop in and Ta-dah, you were fixed. All that trauma, all that death and grief would just magically disappear? You scoffed at the notion. 

“I swear to God if you don't leave right now I’m going to do something I’ll regret.” His voice echoed through the halls, bringing you back to reality and out of your thoughts. You heard Steve storm out of the room, and then everything went quiet.

He was alone. No one was guarding your room, it would be so easy to just-

“Hey, knock, knock.” Natasha sent you a tight smile as she entered the room. Dammit.

“Hi.” You spoke dryly. “You got the next baby sitting shift?” You tried to sound sarcastic, but the words came out cold. 

“You don't need a babysitter. More like a fully armed battalion.” She chuckled, causing you to smirk. 

“What do you want? I'm kinda’ busy.” You gestured dyly around to the current state you were in. She chuckled, shaking her head as she took a seat on the bed by your feet. You flinched at her sudden proximity. You could remember the relationship you had made with Natsahsa during the weeks you had been here, but you obviously couldn't trust the person you were then. You certainly weren't her now. 

“I wanted to officially introduce myself…” Her words caught you off guard. Suddenly a little more intrigued, you met her gaze. She has a soft smile on her lips.

“It’s really nice to finally meet you, Y/n. I’ve heard amazing things about your work. I’m really looking forward to getting to know you. The real you.” Her words were real, and raw. She flashed you a smile and reached out her hand. You stared at it for what felt like forever before you took it in yours and gave it a small shake. 

“I-uh-I really appreciate you saying that…” You were skeptical, of course. The woman had forcibly brought you here. What if she knew about… Barnes? Yeah that sounded right.

She cleaned her throat and shook off the vulnerability she had just shown you.

“Anyways, I wanted to let you know a few days ago I sent someone back to your apartment to get some of your belongings. They arrived this morning. Thought it was about time you got your old wardrobe back.” She smiled. “I’ve had someone drop it off in your room. As soon as you get the ‘okay’ to leave, I’ll take you there.” Her words were so genuine you were taken a back for a moment. 

“Oh… Well, thanks.” You sent her a tight smile. “When exactly do you think that will be?” 

“I don't know. Do you still want to kill Bucky?” She asked.

Yes.

“No.” 

“You're a horrible liar.” Nat chuckled.

“Whatever… Will you at least go see what's taking T’Challa so long? He left to get something to eat and I’m starving.” She spoke. She only nodded and tapped your leg, getting up to exit the room. Before she left she turned around and smiled. 

“I’ll come swing by later to check on you.” When she finally closed the door you let out a long sigh. The room fell silent again, but the sound of muffled sobs from the other room made it hard to really relax. 

What a little bitch, you thought, causing a smile to appear on your lips. The first real smile in a long time. 

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Fuller’s Teasel - Darcy Lewis/Geralt of Rivia

for @marvelfanuniverse​ 625 words Rated T Fuller’s Teasel - Finally deciding to accept single life and meeting your soulmate immediately after

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“So fuck it, right?” Darcy muttered to herself as she got ready to go.

Her last ‘relationship’, if she could really call it that, had ended when the guy found his soulmate at the fucking coffee shop Darcy had chosen to meet him before their weekend away. She was now disgusted at the universe that seemed to like everyone else except her, she decided ‘fuck it’ was looking like a really good option.

Janey needed volunteers to walk into her wheel-o-fortune-of-space-and-time, AKA the realm roulette, and Darcy was as good a volunteer as anyone. She had her taser and she’d been trained in hand-to hand by the Black Widow herself.

She reached down to touch her taser where it was situated at her hip.

“Are you sure?” Jane asked again, giving her the bajillionth chance to back out.

“Crystal sure,” Darcy replied.

“Darce...”

“Jane, I’m sure,” she repeated, a bit more quietly. “Let’s do this.”

“Okay... I love you. I’ll see you soon?”

“Love you too, babe. See you tomorrow.”

“It’ll be a week for you.”

“I know. But tomorrow for you. Let’s go.”

Jane switched on the apparatus and Darcy stepped into the swirl once it turned green. Green for go.

And when she stepped out, she promptly tripped and fell into some dude’s lap.

Some dude wearing a leather doublet who was jumpy as fuck.

He swore and leapt back, reaching for the sword at his hip.

“Dude, calm your tits,” Darcy said, wiping off her jeans and pointing to the taser at her hip. She looked up into his eyes and froze. “Fuck.”

He had white hair. Either that or really light blonde. And it was long. And he was dorito-shaped. And he was...

Fuck, he was perfect.

“I was just about to say that,” he said quietly.

“What am I missing?” another voice asked. When Darcy turned, she saw another guy in tights and pantaloons, standing on the stump of a burned down tree like a herd of mice had come through the portal and not her, a full grown woman.

“Jaskier,” the other man said.

“That’s your name?” she asked, eyebrows arching.

“No, that’s his name,” he countered, sounding a little put off that she’d thought that of him. “I’m Geralt.”

“Geralt what?” she asked.

“Of Rivia?”

“Oh. That’s how you... is this Asgard? Niflheim?” He looked confused, so she assumed not. “Neither of those? Where is Rivia?”

“Who are you?” he countered.

“I’m Darcy. Just Darcy.  Lewis.”

“Darcy, Just Darcy, Lewis?” he repeated back to her.

“Call me Darcy,” she replied, holding out her hand.

He glanced down at it before taking it in his.

“What am I missing?” the other man asked again.

“She’s my mate,” Geralt said softly, not taking his eyes off her.

“Your mate. Your lot has mates? Is she one of you?”

“Maybe,” Darcy replied, eyeing him up and down. “What are you?”

Geralt sighed heavily. “She’s not a witcher. She’s human as far as I can tell. I haven’t seen all of her yet.” His eyes flashed when he said that, the corner of his mouth quirking up and it tugged at something deep inside her.

She couldn’t stop looking at him. Even if he hadn’t been her soulmate, he was still the most beautiful creature she’d ever seen.

“Wouldn’t mind letting you have a closer look.”

“And that’s my cue to leave...” Jaskier said.

“That’s right, go,” Geralt said, not taking his eyes off Darcy.

Jaskier left, grumbling about women falling into Geralt’s lap and he, Jaskier, had to work so hard for his. Darcy couldn’t help but laugh a little at him, but then Geralt was moving closer and she sort of...

Stopped laughing.

God, he was a good kisser, though.

[slimy-alien]

Had such a fun time on this comic cover style commission for @masterserris of their AU versions of Doc Ock and (Neo) Mysterio!

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Season 2 isn't what I was expecting at all. Maybe because of it being 8 months later, but, so much is going on it's hard to keep up with everything. I will say for sure that I miss the theme song of Season 1.

I hateeeeeeeeeeee the new intro, I swear it gets more annoying each week. 

I am seriously not loving season 2. 

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Y/n: „Loki is too tall for me to kiss. What should I do ?“

Tony: „punch him in the stomach and when he doubles over in pain, kiss him“

Bucky: „tackle him“

Clint: „kick him in the shin“

Loki: „NO TO ALL OF THAT. JUST ASK ME TO LEAN DOWN“

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Hello! I was just curious if you needed any more info regarding my sign-up form? I totally understand that it may take a bit to get all the cards sent out, I wanted to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything on my side. Thank you. :)

Hi! Sorry if it’s taken a while for you to get your card! I had some rl problems happen within the last week so my life has been super hectic.

But the next batch of cards will be going out in the next few days!

—Mod Peaches

[visenyatargaryen-archive]

Wishing you a very happy birthday! 💖

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[dresupi]

Vampires - Geralt of Rivia/Sansa Stark

for @marvelfanuniverse​ 271 words Rated T First bite

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She hissed when he grabbed her, dark eyes narrowing as her hair fell into her face. Her fangs were unmistakable in this light and Geralt’s hand tightened around her arm just a second too late, she’d leapt onto his front, he felt the scrape of her fangs at his throat and he winced, but that’s as far as it went.

“You really think, after everything we’ve been through, that I’d bite you now?” she asked, nuzzled her nose against his throat and slowly letting her legs extend and hold her weight. She was still flush against him, though, making him feel... well, conflicting feelings was an understatement.

“I didn’t know I was helping a vampire. I don’t like being lied to. Even if it was by omission.”

“You wouldn’t have helped me if I’d told you,” she replied.

He wanted to throw her off of him. He also wanted to throw her down on the ground, and go down with her. “How do you know what I would have done?” he seethed.

“Because. You hunt monsters. Isn’t that what I am?” she asked.

“No,” he said automatically.

“Oh?”

“You care for your people. Your human people. Monsters don’t care.”

“So you would have helped me anyway?”

“Yes,” he said impatiently. “Yes.”

She pressed her lips to his, and he felt her fangs drag painfully across his bottom lip.

“Fuck,” he grunted, allowing his hand to glide down her back and squeeze her ass, which prompted her to leap back up on his front.

And somewhere between the floor and where they were, she asked him.

“May I bite you, Geralt?”

“Yes.”

[barnes-x-parker]

Scorched: chapter ten

Erina’s P.O.V:

“Where do you want us?” Bucky asked Steve through the ear piece as we rushed towards the exit to join the others.

“Front center, both of you” he replied.

We pushed through the armies until we reached the first line. I stood between Bucky and Natasha when Bucky lightly grabbed my arm and turned me towards him and said “why don’t you go to the back? It’s safer there and I don’t want you getting hurt” he expressed, not once looking me in the eye.

Natasha laughed at his comment, “she’s the best chance we’ve got at winning this thing pal, you just gotta watch out for her. She’s not great at hand to hand combat so just make sure nothing gets too close to her.” she replied.

Bucky nodded in approval giving me a nervous smile. Steve and T’challa gave the command to open one side of the barrier so that the whole alien army would attack in one direction. T’challa started counting down, I turned the Bucky who was just as nervous as I was, “it’s gonna be ok, we’re gonna be fine I promise.” I reassured.

They opened the barrier and the aliens ran towards us just as fast as we ran towards them. As we got closer, I removed my gloves and ignited my arms fully. I focused the heat towards the group of aliens that were targeting me. They screeched as they rapidly burnt. I turned my head slightly and saw Bucky staring at me in shock as a dozen aliens rushed towards him. “Bucky watch out!” I screamed. He quickly turned around and shot them, not missing a single one.

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twenty minutes and a lot more burning alien corpses later, I couldn’t breathe anymore. I felt like I was suffocating and like I had to sit down. I felt too dizzy and Bucky noticed so he walked towards me, not stopping the bullets flying from his machine gun. “Erin, are you ok?!” He asked, glancing at me once or twice, not able to stop shooting.

I nodded not wanting to give up, but my legs couldn’t support my weight as much. Bucky ran towards me grabbing my waist right before I was about to fall. “You have to keep going Erin, just a little longer ok? Can you do that for me?” He asked. I nodded and opened my eyes as much as I can and tried standing up still. Bucky still held on to my waist with one arm, still shooting with the other.

My arms lit once more, as a few more aliens approached us he shot half and I burnt half. Just a second later, lightning hit the floor leaving everyone shocked. When the lightning disappeared, a tall man with an axe, an angry tree and a raccoon holding a large gun showed up.

-valkyrie

[nixie-deangel]

For @marvelfanuniverse, who asked for NatSharon+ Road Trip. 

Ask for a Nixie Aesthetic.

[vikandermanips]

Hello! Sending my thanks for the JD Pardo/Lily Collins crackship! I loved it! :D

Aw hello darling! I’m so glad to hear you liked it!!!! Always happy to make you more if you want any

[thegirlwhowritesfics]

I'm doing good, just working quite a lot. Managed to get caught up with Season 2 of Mayans. :)

What do you think of season 2 so far?