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gallavichsreddie1128 · 19 days ago

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Change (John Walker)

Description: 2 years of John tried to kill Y/N with the shield she sees him again after being sent to kill Ghost and things don’t go as planned.

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Seeing John Walker again wasn’t ideal after the events that took place years ago. Val hadn’t known about this, nor did anyone really besides Sam and Bucky. John was crazy in this moment and struggled a lot but that did not excuse his awful behavior and him almost killing her. She would give her life for Sam and Bucky, they were the only people that she will truly ever trust.

John to her was the worst person she’s ever met and she hoped that she would never have to see him again. But as she stood in the vault with him, Yelena, Ava and now a dead Taskmaster, her worst fear came true. She was sent to kill Ghost but now after finding out that Val all played them pretty much, her gun was aimed at John.

Yelena and Ava saw the look in her eyes the second she saw him, it was fear and anger, they definitely had a past. The gun went off a few times, bullets hitting his shield. John didn’t yell at her to stop, in fact he wanted to do that himself. Y/N stopped shooting at him and looked at the other two, “We should find a way out.” Her voice was soft.

She put the gun back and that’s when Bob appeared. John was a complete asshole to Bob and that made the entire group hate him a little. But unfortunately they had to work together to get out of this place after realizing that Val played them. Bob was nice and if they got out of here alive, Y/N would be thankful to have Bob in her life. “You said you’re Captain America?” Bob laughed, John nodded. “Why's that so funny?” If Y/N wasn’t the type of person she was, she would have answered for Bob but he seemed to have it all covered, “You’re an asshole.” Y/N gave a small smile as John faked a laugh at him.

He didn’t know the half of it, Y/N thought. John threw Bob against the wall, “John.” Yelena yelled and Y/N held up her gun. Yelena looked at her and shrugged, that was one way of doing it. John didn’t believe Bob at all and since he didn’t, John proved his point on being an asshole. Bob’s idea wasn’t bad, climbing the walls, it was interesting and a challenge but they made it work.

That was until they reached the pathway, “Now what?” Bob didn’t think this through but it got them somewhere at least. “Great plan, Bobby.” John said, annoyance laced in his voice. It was even funnier when nobody trusted John to get up there, “CUCUMBER.” “What the hell is happening?” Yelena exclaimed as Bob tried to hold in a sneeze. His sneeze wasn’t what made them nearly die, it was John who also saved them.

It was crazier because he grabbed onto Y/N to make sure she didn’t fall, which had her shaking in fear. John managed to help everyone up and when he looked into Bob’s eyes he saw what Y/N was scared of. It was the memory that neither of them wanted to relive. John held up the shield ready to kill Sam or hurt him badly. Y/N was there trying to stop him but she wasn’t as strong as him and ended up below him.

The look in his eyes, dangerous and deadly as he growled at her. His shield was above his head as he got ready to kill her, he could never forget the look in her eyes as she stared up at him. She was scared for her life, the fear in her eyes was all he could remember and in her head she accepted her fate. The shield was so close to her face before Sam and Bucky pushed him off her.

She was sobbing as Sam held her, John still had the look of rage in his eyes. She cried so hard that day that her eyes hurt. John watched the scene with tears in his eyes before Yelena pulled him out of it. John was near the edge about to step off and he looked into Bob’s eyes. What did he know? Y/N was curious as to what happened to John as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “I’m fine.” He lied and Y/N couldn’t ignore it. What did he see?

“I’m not an expert in this stuff but you and John seem to have tension.” Bob tells her as they sit in the back of the car. She didn’t know what to say, what to make of what Bob said. They had a history but it wasn’t what Bob was thinking. Y/N shook her head, wanting to avoid the conversation all together. “How’d it end?” She looked up at him, confused.

“What?” She asked and he repeated himself, “The relationship.” Y/N wanted to laugh or cry, she couldn’t decide at that moment. “No relationship, nothing like that.” She trusted Bob, for some strange reason and wanted to tell him but before she could the car stopped and people surrounded it. Bob looked at the gun, “Now’s my time to help.” He mumbled and jumped out of the car, Y/N yelled his name as he began shooting, drawing the attention away from them.

“Yelena.” Y/N yelled as she got to them, “Bob’s out there.” “He’s the one helping.” Yelena said and turned to look, they surrounded Bob who had his hands up. They started shooting and Y/N covered her mouth, “Stop shooting!” Val yelled at them. Y/N looked at Yelena who definitely didn’t look happy, she tried her best to protect him. “We need to go.” Her voice filled with devastation but John drove off.

When they realized that Bob was alive and part of a sick plan Val had created, Y/N felt the need to go back but it wasn’t possible. John offered her some cactus and if it was anyone else she would have laughed, “Thanks.” It was the first word she spoke to him since before he tried to kill her. It was small and soft, no eye contact but her face didn’t give away anything. Alexei was something else and apparently Yelena’s dad.

Y/N wanted to curse sitting near John but she had no choice, “Y/S/N it’s a pleasure.” Alexei started, “You have badass techniques to kill people.” She smiled and thanked him, unlike the others who were still being assholes. It wasn’t a terrible car ride up until the point that 3 cars were chasing and shooting at them. Y/N rolled down the window and sat on it to shoot with Yelena. Both of them took out a car. The other one was hard to get but it seemed someone else had it. Y/N got back in the car and gasped, “Bucky.” John was a little excited but it turned south and he made the car flip.

“Bucky, when do I lie to you?” She asked as the others were tied up. “I haven’t seen or heard from you in over a year!” He exclaimed as they tried telling him about sentry and Bob. “Come on Bucky you know me.” John said and Bucky nodded, calling out his problems and the one thing nobody else knew, “You tried to kill her or does everyone already know that?” Bucky could be an asshole but Y/N didn’t want that being brought to life again.

Everyone glanced at John, none really shocked but John’s eyes held a look that Y/N had never seen before, sadness and regret? She had to be imagining it. “Bucky please.” She whispered and looked at her friend. “They had to be curious.” He told her and it was true. “We have bigger issues.” She told him and that’s when his phone rang, Mel confirming everything they said. “Can we keep him tied up?” She asked Bucky and he shook his head, “you’re safe with me here.” He promised.

Y/N sat as far away from John as she could, the others talking about their weapons. “So what weapon did you try to kill her with?” Yelena asked him, noticing how Y/N was trying to be as far away from him. Y/N wanted to get as far away as possible from this conversation. John hesitated but looked down, “The Shield.” Ava looked over at Y/N who wasn’t even looking at them. “Hey, let's not talk about it.” She suggested and John looked at her, she was shaking her legs a little.

She nearly fell over as Bucky drove into the tower, “What the?” She opened the door and they all got out and started fighting. They nearly had everyone until Val’s voice came over the speaking letting them come up. Bucky made sure that John wasn’t near her in the elevator. Val was getting a drink as they entered and she greeted everyone, “Y/N, you look like your depression really hit the ball.” Bucky had to hold her back.

Her eyes widened when she saw Bob, who had blonde hair now and was in a suit. “I don’t wanna hurt you guys.” He tells them. “We don’t want to hurt you either.” Y/N said and that made him chuckle. He used his powers and pulled her closer to him, “It’s funny cuz I don’t think you can.” He said and flung her back, Bucky catching her. John ran up to him and tried to hit him with the shield, but that didn’t work. Nobody could really hurt him.

Y/N took her gun and tried to shoot at him but he turned to bullets on her. John saved her with his shield as they slammed against the wall, her body shaking as they looked up at him, “You’re okay.” He said softly and they all kept trying to fight Sentry. Y/N gasped when he turned John’s shield into a Taco and ripped Bucky’s arm off. She stumbled back into John who placed his hand on her shoulder as they all made it to the elevator.

John had to help carry Bucky and Y/N had his arm. The elevator ride was awkward as everyone tried to recover. Y/N didn’t even realize how close she was to John as they stumbled out of the elevator. Yelena was annoyed and done with everyone, she was convinced that they would lose against him if they tried again.

She started getting on everyone and John had to be the defender, “Oh so you’re nice now?” Yelena asked, “I’m next?” He asked and she shook her head, “No you know you’re a piece of trash Walker and so does your family. You also tried to kill her with the shield, you’ll never be worth it.” Y/N bit her lip as Yelena said that. Y/N hated him, sure but she wouldn’t stoop that low. Yelena walked away from them and they all split up, John wanted to follow Y/N but Bucky was with her.

The Void was in the sky and making things disappear and made a helicopter hit a building. Bucky and Y/N ran to save people alongside the others. It was their hero movement, to prove themselves. It felt right when they were all pushing that piece of concrete so it wouldn’t land on anyone. The blackness was taking over the city, the void was coming and Yelena was going to be the first to see what it was.

“Yelena.” Alexei yelled her name as she stepped closer to the void. Y/N looked at John before running up to her. They looked at each other before walking into the void, John yelling her name. Everyone had to hold Alexei back from going after them. “I think we should go there as well.” Ava said as they all talked. Alexei was sad and he tried not to cry, “And get ourselves killed?” John asked but truthfully he wanted to go in after Y/N.

“What if they aren’t dead?” John shook his head, “She’s not gonna want to be in there with me after everything.” Ava huffed out a laugh, “You know what the crazy thing is? She doesn’t hate you, I can see it in her eyes. Sure maybe before you saved her but she has no issue with you now it seems. She should still hate your guts but she doesn’t so if you wanna cry and whine about something you did then go ahead. I’m going in there to save them.” She told him and walked towards the void. Alexei and Bucky followed, John sighed but also followed them.

“Yelena.” Y/N yelled, she wasn’t sure where she was but there was no sign of her. She was in a house, someone’s house but she wasn’t sure or she didn’t remember. She heard voices and stopped, “what the hell?” She breathed out as she walked into the kitchen. She was at the dinner table with her mom, her dad and her brother. Y/N was stunned by this, coming to forget all about this.

Her dad was abusive and always yelled at her mom for something and her little brother always stuck up for their mom. “Bobby.” That name, a nickname that she remembered her brother hated. It was used against him all the time, “Y/N!” The scene had switched and it was her leaving, leaving her poor brother and mom because she couldn’t take the abuse anymore and she had a way out.

She promised that she would find a way and come back for him but she never did. She sniffled as she held tears in her eyes, she hated herself for that. “Y/N, I’ve been waiting for you.” She turned towards the voice and saw Bob on the floor, the room had changed. “Bob?” She asked walking over to him. The same scene she just watched o was playing on the IPad he had. “Oh that? It just keeps going.” He says to her.

She looks at him and it’s like she was hit with a train, “Y-You-“ “Yes I uh I was waiting for you to notice.” He tells her and she nearly crushes him with a hug. “Bob.” She whispered and he giggles, “I’ve missed you.” She got sad again at what she did and he could tell. “You did your best.” He tells her and she only wished that was enough. Yelena showed up not long after that along with the others.

They went through many different rooms until they arrived at one that was a lab. “Was this where you were tested on?” Y/N asked him and he nodded, “I’ve been here before.” Yelena said. It looked like Bob was sitting on the table but it turned out to be Void. Things started flying and everyone got trapped, John grabbed Y/N and pulled her to him so she didn’t get hurt, Y/N was basically hugging him.

John had gotten stabbed in the shoulder and Y/N got stabbed in the side causing her to cry out. John looked down at her, “Are you okay?” He asked and she shook her head, “I got stabbed.” She grunted out. Meanwhile, Bob was beating the void up. Y/N opened her eyes to see her brother trying to kill the void as darkness overtook her body, “Bob No.” she groaned. She couldn’t lose her brother again.

“Bob, that’s what he wants!” Yelena yelled at him and tried to get free. Once Yelena got free she ran to Bob and held him back, Y/N grunted pushing herself off John running to them, everyone following. When they all fell back they were back in the city. Everyone got up except Y/N who was groaning in pain.

Everyone gathered around her as John held her, “Hey you’re gonna be okay.” He tells her. “We need a doctor!” He yelled and she grabbed his hand, “John, I forgive you.” She managed out. He stared at her and her eyes no longer held the fear they once did when he was near. She was even letting him hold her, “And I lo-“ her eyes closed as she trailed off. John had tears in his eyes as Bob had to pull him off her. The medics came and took her.

Y/N groaned as she opened her eyes, the light making her squint. Her eyes widened as she realized where she was, a hospital. She looked over and John was asleep in the chair next to her. “He hasn’t left since you arrived.” She looked over and saw Bob with a small smile. “Water.” She croaked out and he nodded, giving her a cup. She chugged it down, “How long was I out?” She asked.

“1 week. You had to have surgery.” Her eyes widened at that, “jeez I thought I would be dead.” She joked and looked at John. He looked so peaceful asleep but his eyebrows were furrowed like he was worried about something. “I’ll let you talk to him.” Bob said as he went to walk out the room but before he did he turned to her, “Glad you’re okay!” She smiled at him and looked back at John.

She threw the empty cup at him and he sat up, “Hey what the-“ he turned and saw Y/N awake. “Oh my god!” He got up and went to her side, trying to be gentle. “Bob says that you’ve been in here since my surgery.” Before that, he thought. “W-what No I-“ “It’s sweet. Thank you.” She interrupts him. She grabs his hand, “What were you gonna say to me before you passed out?” He asked and she looked confused. She remembered but thought it was too soon.

“You don’t remember?” She shook her head and he looked down. “You told me you forgave me.” He whispered and she nodded. She squeezed his hand, “I do. I no longer see the guy I saw that day.” He gave her a sad smile, “I’m not much better.” She shook her head, “But you are and I’m glad that I got to see you again.” He was surprised by her words. He looked up at her and she pulled on his hand, he leaned down and she kissed him. His eyes widened as her lips touched his, he kissed back until they needed air. She pulled away with a love sick smile on her face, “Will you make me dinner after I’m out of here?” She asked and he chuckled, “Yeah.” “ Just us.” His face softened and he nodded.

“Glad to see you’re up!” Bucky exclaimed, scaring the two. He laughed as they jumped, “You missed out.” Bucky told her. So did I, he thought as he saw just how close they were. He never would have thought that Y/N would ever forgive John for that but he was glad. “What did I miss?” She asked him and John chuckled. It was the type of chuckle that was given before you reveal something crazy, “We are the new avengers!” Bucky reveals and Y/N’s jaw drops. She looks at John who confirms what he said. “Shit.” She said, not sure if she was happy or not. “This could be a good thing?” John questioned, unsure himself and she shrugged, “Possibly.” But only time will tell.

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #us agent #john walker #john walker x reader #john walker imagine #wyatt russell #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #florence pugh #yelena belova #bob reynolds #lewis pullman #thunderbolts #red guardian #ava starr #new avengers

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fallencomrade · 29 days ago

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i am so excited for the moment when insufferable, asshat john walker becomes insufferable, asshat, big-brother john walker. yes, the man is an arrogant, ill-tempered, egomaniac with some serious anger issues - but at the same time, i can so very clearly visualize him becoming fiercely, fiercely protective over ghost, yelena, and bob. but not bucky. bucky can 'go fuck himself'. **more on that thought below. i can even see him coming to respect alexei and enjoy being around him. it's totally selfish of course; we're still talking about john here - but these two need each other, if only to validate one another. (ᗒᗨᗕ) alexei is the only one in thunderbolts who calls walker ' captain america ' and even makes comments like, ' ai - ai captain ! ' all of this feeds john's ego and need for recognition. so when everyone else is choosing everyone but alexei to go on missions with - john doesn't put up a fight. he even returns the favor by calling him red / guardian. (*^^*)♡ ** bucky though ... now bucky and john are an interesting duo and that dichotomy is very intriguing to me. whereas john plays the role ( at least he thinks he does ) as the 'big - brother' figure in the family, he actually comes off as the younger sibling in this dynamic. seriously, john's child-like excitement when he saw it was bucky behind the convoy, ' it's bucky ! ' was so freaking adorable. like walker hates bucky - but also deep down is still looking for his approval and acceptance. and bucky is just so blinded by the bad history - of seeing steve's shield be tarnished and disrespected and used, taken away from sam, dripping with blood... he stands firm that walker is not and cannot nor can ever be captain america. there is just too much poison in his mind ;; too much violence in his body ( && maybe that is also the very reason why buck has never fought to step forward ... ) only a WORTHY person should hold that shield - and those people are very hard to come by. i also found it interesting how buck acted as john's leash during their encounter with fontaine - and perhaps even more shocking, how john actually listened. john is so quick to pull out his gun, but immediately stops and holds back when bucky chastises him. john walker - listening? falling in line? i really did enjoy that dynamic but i want to see it become something softer because bucky came off as a cold bully - especially with his comments about john's family situation. steve helped tame the intensified anger and darkness in buck that the serum amplified within him. good becomes great ;; bad becomes worse. walker has so much anger and hate and resentment inside him - i think if buck could just get passed their bad history, he could actually really help john heal. not only that, but he has some experience dealing with hot-tempered, big mouthed idiots who jump first and think second. not that he would ever compare john to steve, but boy - that feeling of exasperation sure is familiar ...

#thunderbolts #thunderbolts*#drabbles & headcanons #john walker #bucky barnes #thunderbolt spoilers #mcu #marvel #the new avengers #ignore me just thought vomit

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spryndel · 27 days ago

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Consequence of Hasty Deals

Summary: Simon "Ghost" Riley finds you in his- and Johnny's but mostly his- house upon his return after the apocalypse. Safe to say he isn't happy about it, but there's not much he can do considering you made a deal with Johnny.

Simon "Ghost" Riley, Single Dad!reader, post-apocalyptic AU,

CW: threats, crude language, Presence of a gun, Semi-casual mentions of death

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In all honesty, Simon had thought the apocalypse- if it ever happened- would be a lot more loud and in-your-face than it turned out to be.

The damn thing was quiet as death when it came. A pretty good comparison to make, considering death- or more accurately, undeath- is what the infection brought. Silent, slow, at first, but not invisible once it'd taken over a good portion of North America and started to spread to the rest of the world.

No one saw it coming, no one could have. It was fast after the first few infected, faster than anyone would've predicted. Simon blamed the big cities for that. Everyone was so close together and packed into boxes so graciously called apartment buildings, he was surprised the takeover wasn't faster. It took merely four months, and most of the world was overrun by infected. Little to nowhere was safe, and moving around was something that could get you killed more often than not.

The silence was one of the worst things. You'd think the apocalypse would be deafening, obvious, a surefire symbol that it's the end of the world and you might as well face it, but no. The infection took over in the shadows. Starting in the slums and working its way up until survivors were few and far between. Until fleeting hope was replaced with the instinct to do anything to survive.

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It'd been eight months since the world had declared a state of emergency. Six since the last of the world leaders went into hiding to escape the infection. Three since Simon had left the base he and the rest of 141 had holed up in with the plan to check on Johnny who had left a couple weeks before him. One since the last few of the infected- at least in the UK- had crumbled to dust.

It wasn't hard to get home to the old farmhouse that he'd bought for when he was on leave. He usually shared it with Johnny, but he doubted the Scot was there now. It was too quiet for Johnny to be there, first of all. Second of all, Simon had the make of Johnny's traps memorized and the ones he was currently side-stepping and barely avoiding were anyone but Johnny's. The porch steps groaned beneath his weight as he stepped across them, definitely loud enough to alert any close listeners, but he doesn't care. He could defend himself well enough if someone tried to attack or sneak up on him. He crosses the porch in silence and stops beneath the kitchen window, making sure to keep himself ducked at the perfect angle so as to not be seen.

Someone was in the house. He could hear you shuffling around in the kitchen- his kitchen. He didn't know who you were, but he knew one thing for certain. He was not about to let you get away with trespassing on his property and settling down to squat in his home. He lifts himself up to a semi-crouched position, stood up enough to peer through the window without the risk of getting spotted. His eyes search the kitchen for a long moment before they finally find you, who he's quick to analyze.

Male, scruffy-looking and somewhat on the short side. Somewhat on edge too, considering the efficient and sharp way you move around the kitchen. That's all Simon needs to get a read on you, his eyes narrowing as he scans for any weapons in the room. There's knives, obviously, but no signs of a gun or other weapons. Probably somewhere else in the house, you didn't look the type to be without some form of defense nearby.

"Papa, Papa!" The shrill voice of a child makes Simon's eyes snap back to the center of the kitchen. A little girl- no older than four or five by the looks of it- stands proudly, holding up a tattered piece of paper that looks to have some sort of messily colored picture on it. You cross the kitchen over to her and crouch down, smiling, giving her a pat on the head. You're her father then, Simon concludes. Though how you'd managed to survive while taking care of a child when the world when to shit, he'd never know.

"It looks good Lacey, go hang it up on the fridge eh?" Simon's snapped out of his thoughts when you speak, eyes darting to you briefly before shifting to follow the girl- Lacey- as she obediently scurries to the fridge and pins the paper up with one of the fridge magnets. He resists the urge to snort. It was almost ironic, how normal the moment looked despite the fact that the world outside was anything but. It'd be almost sweet if Simon weren't still pissed about a trespasser setting up shop in his house.

He slips away from the window, stepping backwards as he shifts across the porch and around to the back door. He tests the handle, finding it unlocked. Simon grins. This was almost too easy. He lets himself in slowly, making sure the door doesn't creak, and then slowly makes his way through the house towards the kitchen. He stays hidden when he finally gets there, staying in the shadows of the hall and watching you with your daughter.

He's gracious enough to wait until the kid leaves the room before he steps out of the shadows, gun raised and trained at your head.

"You have three minutes to tell me why the hell you're in my house before I decide to give you a permanent piercing through the skull." He spits out, his tone flat as he approaches.

You freeze, body stiff as your head swivels around so you can look at him. He resists the temptation of grinning at the shock that passes across your face. Your hands raise automatically, showing no weapons, but he only gives them a brief glance before cocking his gun. "Well then? Out with it." His voice is sharp now, laced with the annoyance still stuck in his chest. He doesn't have time for you to drag this out, he wants answers and he wants them immediately.

"We just-" You start, hesitating as your eyes drift to where Lacey went before a click of the gun gets your attention back on Simon. "We stumbled 'cross here trying to make it to Fort Maclan. Lost my travel partner on the way, had to stop somewhere to recover. Scottish bloke let us in here, told us we were free to stay-"

"Scottish bloke?" Simon tilts his head, eyes narrowing. Either you were bluffing or Johnny'd actually set up camp at the farmhouse instead of heading back to his Ma's place. Simon was more inclined to the former.

"Yeah" comes the answer, along with a shift backwards. You were trying to shift yourself away from him and towards the door. Smart, but not quick enough to complete. "You stay right where the fuck you are." Simon's finger steadies over the trigger of the gun, ready to fire a warning shot if you even twitched the wrong way. "Describe him. The Scottish guy, you apparently got the go-ahead from" You stare back, eyes more on the gun than him. He could see your jaw tense, as if you were weighing your options of bolting. After a minute, with you still not moving, he grunts. "Not waiting all day for an answer y'know." "Tall." the words fall easily out of you. Good, that gave him less trouble. "Real fucking tall. Brown hair, blue eyes, mohawk. Why, you reckon you know him?"

It's a brief description, but it's enough for him to recognize that you're pretty much describing Johnny. A frustrated sigh leaves Simon's lips, his eye twitching. "Sure, sorta. He gave you the go-ahead to stick 'round here?" "Made a deal with us, yeah." you nod

Simon's brow furrows. So you weren't just sticking around for the heck of it, you had a deal going on. Didn't do much to make the situation better, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious as to why the fuck Johnny let some stranger into the house. "What kind of deal."

You flinch at the harshness of his voice but it's not like he gives a shit. Good, be scared. It gave him an advantage, even if he couldn't hurt you. At least not yet. "Small one. Not much, just my helping around the place in exchange for the roof over our heads. Placing traps, cooking, basic shit like that" You grit out, trying to look intimidating despite really looking almost like a fox about to run off with its tail between its legs. "Help in exchange for lodging" Simon muses over the words, narrowing his eyes at you, then lets his gun arm lower slightly. If Johnny did make a deal with you, Simon couldn't just up and shoot you. Besides, you didn't seem like much of a threat. Too jumpy and uncertain for that, looks like Johnny'd kept you on somewhat of a tight leash around the place. "Where's he now, then?"

"Went out scavenging for supplies. Headed out this morning, took a truck." Comes your quiet- almost squeaky- reply. Your eyes stay trained on the gun in his hand, as if taking your eyes off it would mean a bullet between the eyes. "Should be back in a few hours." Simon nods. No need in checking the truth of your statement, the unlocked back door spoke enough to say Johnny'd probably left with the intent to come back quickly. Still, he wasn't about to trust you as far as he could throw you. Even if it looked like he could throw you pretty damn far.

"Right. I can wait 'till then." he muses, leaning back against the wall behind him even as his eyes stay trained on you. He's aware of Lacey peeking around the corner at him with wide eyes, but he's more focused on making sure you make no funny business. "But if you try anything, no guarantees that I'll nice and gentleman-like about it."

You nod mutely, shoulders still tense, and go back to quietly working at whatever you'd been doing before Simon had first spotted you. He stays leaning against the wall, eyes kept on you at almost all times. Not that he wanted to watch you, no, but he knew better than to blindly trust you to stay compliant until Johnny came back.

It was about to be a long few hours of waiting. Luckily, Simon's a patient man.

#cod fanfic #simon riley x reader #post apocalyptic #first fic #This was longer than I meant it to be #You can tell I just wrote on a whim #pls don't let this flop #crossing my fingers #hopefully ppl like my writing #there might be a part 2 #Didn't know what to title this #idk what im doing

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monsteraddict1 · 9 months ago

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Chapter 5

This is a long ass chapter. Srry in advance

I was fucking squished in the car. I could feel both men squeezing me as they breathed. I was just praying wherever we were going was not too far from here.

As we left the base two other cars followed behind us.

It was a short drive into the colorful village. Honestly it was a beautiful place but I heard stories from Jackie on why her uncle left. I loved listening about her family and all the drama in it.

"White truck, four armed in the back." Soap's gruff Scottish voice rang through my left ear. I felt him shift for his gun. Alejandro turned around.

"Hey- tranquilo. Easy. That's normal here. Guns on the street is jurisdiction of the police."

"Where are the police?" Ghost's english accent vibrated through my right ear.

"Well. Las Almas has a very serious problem. There are few here who uphold the law. And many of those who resist corruption... Disappear." Alejandro responded.

"What about the military?" Soap questioned. His voice like a growl.

Does this whole team smoke?

"Well, because we are well trained, soldiers are recruited by the narcos."

"Why not you?" Ghost's voice was gruff.

Are we playing 21 questions??

"We grew up here." Alejandro looked at Rudy. "They call us Los Vaqueros... cowboys. We love this place. And we will die fighting for it."

I looked out of the right window to see a huge cathedral. As we continued to drive there were a bunch of men in masks and holding guns.

Soap looked over at Ghost, who was already staring at Soap.

"Kids, guns and Ballons... that's a new one." Soap spoke.

"Narcos use generosity to win over the people."

"Even the children?"

"Especially the children." Rudy spoke in english.

The car slowed down as the three of us in the back seat saw white sheets covering two bodies. I cringed at the sight.

"What's on those sheets?"

Alejandro rolled down the window. "Narcomantas..."

"Cartel cloths." Rudy clarified.

"Messages from El sin nombre. Warnings, marking territory." He paused for a beat. "Our streets are laced with death."

I felt sick. Like physically sick. I will never even have the full story of how they grew up but it looked horrible.

"Who's Sin Nombre?" Ghost asks yet another question. It took all the power in me not to correct him. I didn't want him to be more annoyed with me than he already seemed to be.

"El sin Nombre. The nameless." Alejandro corrected. "The leader of the las Almas cartel."

"Where can we find him?" Soap had a hard expression on his face.

"You can't. No one knows who he is. But he is everywhere. And this is a challenge... but Los Vaqueros like challenges."

"With your mask. You will fit in well here, Ghost." Rudy mused. I couldn’t help but smile at that.

"Oye, tranquilo." Alejandro snickered. "Checkpoint. It's the army. Turn right. We will go around."

"Why?" All these fucking men do is ask questions.

"Some troops are in the pocket of El Sin Nombre. Like I told you. He is everywhere... cartel is hiding Hassan in the village across the river. Let's hope he's still there."

Why the fuck did my aunt send me here. This is my second fucking mission and I'm pared with British people and my best friend's hot uncle and his funny best friend. Did she forget I have no experience?

"You ready, (y/n)" Alejandro turned his head.

"I'm fucked if I'm not." He just laughed at my words.

We continued driving out of the village.

"So Kate sent you? Why did you join exactly?" Soap asked YET ANOTHER question. I felt like I was tweaking with every question he asked.

"It's private." I replied. I didn't want to sound like a spoiled teenager and say, 'oh I just absolutely needed a vacation. That's why I'm here to murder people and get the missals back to America!' It doesn't really sound the best.

"So the CIA shit runs in the family?"

"Sure."

"What do you mean 'sure'?"

"Well she's not my blood aunt. But I guess we are similar in ways. She's too smart though. Which is why I'm military not CIA." I joked a bit which earned a laugh from Soap.

"Aye, there's a reason I'm behind a gun and not a computer screen." Soap smiled. His smile was contagious and I couldn't help but mimic his grin.

"You're behind one occasionally." Ghost piped in. It wasn't as rude as he normally sounded. I could tell they were good friends though.

"I just can't believe Lasswell is your aunt." Alejandro looked back at me.

"She doesn't like to talk about her family." I crossed my arms to save space. "Which, knowing my step mother. I understand."

"She didn't sound too pleasant when you were on the phone with her when you were over here last." Rudy joined in.

God she called me every day! Asking when I'd be home and to be super careful because it's extremely dangerous in Mexico. It's dangerous here in Las Almas. Not where Jackie's family is.

"She was so annoying." I grumbled.

"So you moved in with Lasswell?" Ghost asked.

"Yeah. When I was seventeen."

"Was your mum just eager to get you out of the house?" Soap laughed and looked down at my squished form.

"Oh yes. Very." I replied, not wanting to go into detail of my life story. Not when I could get shot within the next five minutes.

We continued to drive then we slowly came to a stop near a forested area. When the car stopped we all piled out.

"Team leaders, circle up on me..." Alejandro commanded.

"Copy, Colonel." Rudy followed behind him.

I stood next to Soap as I watched.

"Weapons hot, Vaqueros."

"Let's move." Said one of the soldiers. They walked off, gun in hand.

The five of us stood in a circle. Gear of and guns loaded. It was clear this town was abandoned.

"Where are they hiding Hassan?" Soap asked.

"White two story building, back of town." Alejandro gestured to the back of town.

My aunt wasn't lying when she said getting trained quickly. I'm actually getting thrown into all of this.

We quickly started moving. I stayed behind Soap. He was wearing a tan bullet proof vest with SAS on the back of it.

“You seem nervous, rookie.” Ghost let out a small chuckle.

“Sorry I don’t have twenty years of experience.” I snapped slightly.

Maybe I was too nervous. Speaking to a Lieutenant like that.

“I’m not that old.”

We stopped in front of a black painted wooden gate. A stone wall surrounded the town.

"All victors, stand by... Tres dos uno ejecutar ejecutar!" Alejandro gave the command and Ghost pushed the gate open with force. "Movimiento claro."

"Civilians?" Soap asked.

"Gone. Cartel took over. It's a hideout now."

"Good place to keep Hassan." Soap thought aloud.

"Next Gate Soap."

We approached the next gate when we could hear shouting in the distance. "Las ratas se dirigen hacia ti! Puedo oírlos en el camino!"

"Movimiento! Contacto- todos los Victors se mudan!"

"Chicos! Aquí vienen! Vamos a la mierda!" They yelled. My heart and stomach dropped. And there is nothing I could do about it.

"Copy. Twos moving!" Rudy's voice came over the coms.

"They're down. Push up." Alejandro's voice was gruff.

"Prepárate!" The cartel shouted. And I knew it was for their men but I couldn't help but take the advice as well. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. Key word... tried.

We continued pushing through the town then once we turned the corner bullets flew past my head. I stood a little behind Soap and got a few shots in. Not 100% sure if I was really hitting the cartel members.

Once we got a few of them we continued through the dirt streets. Shooting at any of the men that shot at us.

"Clear." Soap looked around.

"Secure the house. Then we will go for Hassan."

We moved closer to the door to the house. I checked my back and made eye contact with Ghost. I quickly moved my head back forward.

"Cuidado con todas las ventanas y puertas... están entrando..." I heard one of them whisper through the wall.

"Cartel will move him fast." Soap brought up in his husky voice.

"Then we move faster." Alejandro mused. "Take the door." Soap slowly pushed the door open. "Heads up, they're ready."

We slowly walked into the house and the second we did we heard someone yell. "El hijo de puta!"

The second Soap entered the hallway he shot what I assumed to be the man who screamed before.

"Doorway, right side." Alejandro instructed. Soap did as he said but didn't find anything. "Hassan could be anywhere..."

We probably walked two feet before bullets were flying through the door. The wood was chipped and in the wall from the force of the bullet. Soap threw in a grenade and we all took a few steps back. Except for Ghost. Who I conveniently backed up into.

"Sorry." I muttered and took two steps forward to get out of his way.

There was a loud boom and a flash of yellow light. I didn't even want to look into the room.

Soap kicked the door open but I looked the other way. "Room clear."

"Nice work, Hermano."

"No sign of Hassan."

"Not yet."

Soap entered the room to make sure it was actually clear and we continued walking.

"Keep clearing, Sargent." Ghost's low English accent rang through my brain from behind me.

"Clear. What happened to the families here?"

"The cartel brings violence. So they leave." Alejandro informed. We walked to the back door and I stood out of the way. "Ready to move." Soap went to open the door then the colonel put his hand on the door. "Stand by. Victor dos, this is uno- uno. Despliega humo. Nos estamos mudando." He spoke over the coms.

I looked out the window and saw smoke form outside.

"Where's your family, Alejandro?" Soap looked at him.

"I keep that a secret, hermano... to protect them." Alejandro looked back at Soap.

Martin does not want protection. He wants to be just like his father on the field.

"We have concealment." Ghost spoke as he looked out the window. I looked at him as he spoke. He looked back down at me. "Ready, private?"

"I don't have a choice."

He chuckled slightly at that. "No. You don't."

"Let's move." Alejandro stood up. "On me, Soap." He opened the door and we all followed behind. The white two story house was right in front of us. "This is where they were hiding Hassan. Expect resistance. Todos los equipos, establezcan la contención. Preparación para la violación."

One of his men shot open the door and kicked it in. As we entered we were immediately met with resistance. I aimed my gun for his head and pulled the trigger. The bullet whizzed past Soap and Alejandro right into the cartel member's head. Soap walked straight ahead and got a guy hiding behind a blue door.

The house itself was cute. It reminded me of Alejandro's, with bright yellow walls and the doors having a painted trim. There was a painting of the mountains and a bunch of house plants. It was very homey and warm.

"Clear! No Hassan." Alejandro spoke through the com.

"Second deck." Ghost replied.

"Sí. Vamos. Let's move upstairs and get Hassan."

I followed behind Soap. "You think he's actually up there?"

"Fuckin' better be." Soap responded without looking at me.

"Holding at the stairs." Alejandro spoke as we heard another gunshot. Soap and I turned to find the staircase. We slowly crept our way up the red tiled stairs. "If Hassan is here, he is in this room." Alejandro whispered as we made it to the second floor.

Soap and I walked in first and started getting shot at. We fired back but there was no sign of Hassan.

"You two secure the room. I'll cover." Alejandro instructed as Soap and I walked around the room.

"We got Hassan cornered. Get in there." Ghost said as we made it to another painted door.

Soap kicked it in. "Clear. No Hassan."

"Todos los vencedores, apuntan a construir de forma segura. Negativo en Hassan."

"Entendido que." Rudy responded to Alejandro from the coms.

Alejandro let out a deep sigh. One of frustration and exhaustion. "They must've moved him."

"When?" Soap asked. I looked out the window and saw a few dead cartel members.

"Recently."

"Quds Force. That's his flag." Ghost pointed to the desk. It was littered in books and paper.

"He was here."

"Alejandro's intel was good." I could hear Soap smile.

"Comandante! El ejército está llegando!" Rudy yelled in a panic.

Shit.

#simon riley x reader #cod x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #ghost x reader #cod mwii #cod

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reading update: august 2023

wow what a month!!! I turned 27, I got to do so much work on a documentary on queer style, and most importantly I read a batch of really cool books that I'm so excited to ramble about. so let's cut the bullshit, here's what I've been reading!

Condomnauts (Yoss, 2013; trans. David Frye, 2018) - thank you to, who else, tumblr user @condomnauts for the recommendation! the premise of this book is so sensational: humankind has taken to the stars and become part of a bustling galactic community, with a catch: politeness demands that when different species get together to trade, they open negotiations by sending members from each crew to have sex with each other. these "condomnauts" are highly in demand among humans, since it takes a very particular kind of person to figure out how to bone down with someone who isn't even remotely human. but it's not all fun or free-wheeling space orgies; our protagonist, Josue, is up to his eyes in unresolved trauma from the miserable violence and poverty of his upbringing (seriously, look up those trigger warnings; it gets pretty yucky out there) and has definitely never been to space therapy. ultimately this book isn't as much of a romp as I might have hoped and does fall a bit more into "let's explain at length how the sci-fi tech works" than I usually like, but. BUT. I have to say, the payoff at the (deep sigh) climax of the book (and it is, in fact, a climax) took me totally by surprise and made me SHRIEK with delight when I realized what was about to happen; huge props to Yoss for bringing that particular plot point so perfectly full circle.

Raw Dog: The Naked Truth About Hot Dogs (Jamie Loftus, 2023) - I'm a huge fan of all of Jamie Loftus' nonfiction podcast series (go listen to Ghost Church, like, immediately. stop reading this an go do it) so I was naturally pretty fucking stoked for her first foray into nonfiction books. the premise is simple enough: driven by a need to consume a truly terrifying amount of hot dogs for research, Loftus and her boyfriend set off on a cross-country road trip, sampling hot dogs across America so that Loftus can alternate descriptions of the most iconic contemporary hot dogs with an investigation of the hot dog's sordid past. as is pretty much the signature of Jamie Loftus' work, to me, the end result is much funnier, weirder, and sadder than the innocuous-sounding premise would suggest; in addition to the perils of colonialism, capitalism, COVID-19, and factory farming, Loftus does a remarkably tactful job documenting the the downfall of her own relationship as she searches for the perfect dog. cannot recommend enough, an incredible debut.

Yellowface (R.F. Kuang, 2023) - a couple of months ago I read my first R.F. Kuang book, Babel, and thought that it couldn't possibly live up to the amount of hype that it was getting at the time. and I was wrong! Babel was tremendous! but surely R.F. Kuang, that crazy son of a gun, couldn't pull it off twice in one year. and yet! Yellowface was a book I found hard to put down, because with each chapter came some fresh new BUGFUCK CRAZY BULLSHIT from our terrible, terrible protagonist. maybe the plot hinging so much on extremely online book discourse will make it inaccessible for some readers, but as someone who used to spend a lot of time on lit twitter I got it and felt seen. honestly, if this kind of discourse broke loose on twitter tomorrow - a white author stealing the work of her Chinese-American friend? publishing it after her friend's tragic premature death?? changing her name to sound more racially ambiguous??? - I might go crawling back to X dot com just to gawk. this is a satirical thriller of the highest order, and if you love mess as much as me you will gobble this shit up.

The Prisoner's Wife (asha bandele, 1999) - and now for a totally different vibe than I've been bringing you so far! bandele's memoir is an absolutely wrenching account of falling in love with Rashid, a man incarcerated for murder and the ensuing fight to build a life together. bandele is a poet and it shows; her words flow beautifully even in the ugliest of circumstances. this is no suffering porn but a nakedly honest account, all of the good and all of the bad in her relationship. the struggles are never limited to the inhumanity of American carceral system, and the reader is also witness to the usual growing pains of two people learning how to love each other heightened by the enormous obstacles of stolen autonomy. but for every moment of difficulty there is love, such an enormity of love that you at time feel the need to look away from someone being so vulnerable. but I'm so grateful bandele shared the way she did. even reading the book two decades after its publication, with the knowledge that she and her husband Rashid would ultimately divorce, did nothing to dull the love. the love was real, and bandele captured it with devastating precision.

Clay's Ark (Octavia E. Butler, 1984) - god, I love Octavia. just when you think you know where she's going with a story of a creepy codependent psychic cult she zags on you and introduces a SECOND creepy codependent cult, this time in the form of a bunch of HORNY PARASITIC SPACE WEREWOLVES hiding out in the desert! there was no mention of Mary and the Pattern! where are they, Octavia? why are they sending people into space? what does it mean that aliens are in play now? are they going to fight in the next book? god, I hope they fight. there was some gruesome shit in Clay's Ark, but man was I compelled.

My Wandering Warrior Existence (Nagata Kabi, 2020; trans. Jocelyne Allen, 2022) - this was a really exciting new turn for Nagata's graphic memoirs! this one is a great reflection on ✨romance✨ as Nagata begins the arduous work of trying to figure out what romance means to them and what she'd actually want out of a relationship. there was a lot that I related to immensely, although our outcomes may be different - in my case, I realized that building so many mental hurdles for myself because I didn't want to be in a relationship at all. watching someone else navigate that journey at a later age than people are usually expected to is so cool, especially doing it so thoughtfully and with such candor and coming from a place of queerness. I don't know where things are going for Nagata Kabi, but I'm excited for the next translation of her work to be released in November. and I really recommend this graphic memoir to anyone trying to figure out their own romance situation, whether or not you're read the preceding volumes; it can stand quite well on its own!

Love, Hate & Clickbait (Liz Bowery, 2022) - guys. listen. I was so prepared to hate this romance novel, but "a governor forces two of her male staffers to fake date each other to win #woke points" is pretty heinous premise! and it SUPER doesn't help that one of these guys, Thom, is a stone cold manipulative bastard who's chronically online and obsessed with his job to a generally terrifying degree. (the other guy, Clay, is just kind of a doofus who's been, I think, accidentally autism-coded.) but by the end [SPOILERS] Thom has uuuuuh suffered complete and total ego death and renounced his entire life, and it kind of rules? idk, the fake dating might be kind of long and tedious if you're not into fake dating, by which I mean it was tedious for me, but the climax really catapulted it up the list of romance novels I've read this year. also I regret to say the sex is pretty good.

Docile (K.M. Szpara, 2020) - god almighty I put off actually getting to this book for YEARS but I'm glad I did, because I don't know if I would have had the range to appreciate her back in 2020. the basic bones premise - a slightly future dystopia in which those in extreme debt can take a drug called Dociline to become a passive blank slate and sell themselves as servants for the ultrawealthy - barely scratches the surface; it's an intoxicating story about power, control, cobsession, consent, vulnerability, exploitation, capitalism, and loss of self in so many different ways. also I once again regret to say that the sex is pretty good. I completely understand why this book wouldn't be someone's cup of tea - jesus CHRIST read those content warnings - but I couldn't read it fast enough.

Carnal Knowledge: Sex Education You Didn't Get in School (Zoë Ligon and Elizabeth Renstrom, 2020) - what a fun book! for those of y'all who don't know Ligon's work, she's the owner of Spectrum Boutique, a Detroit-based sex toy store that I endorse wholeheartedly and as often as possible! Ligon has put together a great little book of beginner's sexual affirmations, covering everything from body image to pubic hair to relationship styles as well as, naturally, sex toys. it's a great read for anybody, and Renstrom's whimsical, vibrant photos make it a delight to flip through. I'd recommend it for anyone, especially my many anons over the years who have asked how to start getting more comfortable thinking and talking about sexuality. it's a great place to start, a gorgeous little safe space of a book that welcomes everyone to think more widely about pleasure and how to find it.

#reading updates

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zerogravityinq · 6 months ago

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Wand price headcanon a go go

Tom - eventually gets his original wand back but his first wand in his new life was 40 dollars (he got it in America)

Jason - 150 and it was also an American creation.

Conner - 1.5k and it was Collab of Ollivander and an American wand maker. The cost is so high is mostly hazard pay of working with kryptonite which forms the core of his wand.

Damian - 50 USD (not sure what this is in galleons) and it was an Ollivander creation.

Terry - 110 USD and American made

Lilith - 500 and American made. Price is hazard pay for dealing with ectoplasmic fire for her wand core.

Danny - 1.2k and Infinite Realms made. The materials were hard to come by (ghost wood and a ectoplasmic ice)

(Bonus: Jazz's wand is 120 because it is Ollivander but also 'enhanced' by her parents.)

(Bonus Bonus: Jason carries a gun shaped CAD and that one is roughly 600k because it's charmed tech. He's on his 3rd one by the time the story ends)

#batman #harry potter #danny phantom #fanfiction #inq writes #make the world au

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mashitandsmashit · 4 months ago

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AGT Season 17: Auditions 6

10: Travis Japan. Are all Asian boybands trying to look like BTS!? Well, these guys still stood out with their Michael Jackson shirts and Beetlejuice pants...Otherwise, the song itself was mostly just cute...Decent singing, decent choreography, but they have a way to go for me...

Progress Prediction: I WOULD predict that their Asian boyband charm will get them far in this game, but that's what I said about Korean Soul last year, and they were much better singers...In the end, it all comes down to their choices, and how well they gel with their talents...

9: Duo Rings. There were a few slightly new tricks by the end, but otherwise I think I'm sticking with my guns that SOLO aerialists are more interesting to watch...

Progress Prediction: Another one that depends on future choices and competition...

8: Henry and Klauss. Well, it's not much of an escape act if they weren't really in the crates (at least by the end), but it WAS a nice magic trick!

Progress Prediction: Probably not very far...

7: Adam Winrich. I guess ALL tricks are better with Sophia freaking out on stage...While I agree with Simon that it started off slow, he did get into some pretty neat tricks as it went on...

Progress Prediction: I don't see America casting their votes to send him past the Quarters (if he even makes it THAT far...)

6: Ben Waites. Well, it looks like we have a triple threat on our hands! (I'd say CRIPPLE threat, but Ryan Niemiller still holds that title.) A handicapped man who sings Christian music...and admittedly quite well!? I'd say everyone else in the competition should be shakin' in their boots right now!

Progress Prediction: Another potential Top 5 act (probably even moreso than that country band a few weeks ago)! Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he's in the Top 2 at the end! (Whether he wins it or not depends on whether or not a star player can rise by the end...)

5: Wyn Starks. Another very nice vocalist with a solid original song (at least as far as pop songs on this show go).

Progress Prediction: While surely not nearly as big a threat as my previous entry on this list, I can still see him making some decent progress (assuming he isn't one of those shock eliminations leading up to the live shows).

4: Acapop! It's “High School Musical” meets “Dear Evan Hansen”! Pretty somber, but the song was nice, as well as the vocals and choreography...

Progress Prediction: I can definitely see them being a heavy contender in this game, and if they play their cards right, we'll likely see them in the Finals...

3: Stefanny and Yeeremy. This takes salsa to a new level...Like, if you threw a ghost pepper into that salsa! Then again, BAD Salsa set the bar pretty damn high a few years back, so we'll see if these two can rise to that bar!

Progress Prediction: How well they rise to that bar (as well as who they have to compete with) will decide their progress!

2: Alex Rivers. While I was confused at first by his “I'm back, b***hes!” speech at the beginning, wondering “Have I seen this guy before...?”, in the end I'm grateful that we were spared all that padding from Simon making him find another song and went straight to the (presumably much improved) final results! I grow a LITTLE weary of these dancing violinists, but this guy definitely had a personality that we haven't seen before from Lindsey, Brian, and ESPECIALLY Tyler! I guess I'm on board for another of these, if he can stand out enough...

Progress Prediction: I will admit, I have been saying “It depends.” more than I ought to in these predictions, but some acts are just too hard to call early on...I just hope that if he makes the Finals, he'll do an electric string quartet with the pre-mentioned predecessors!

1: Balla Brothers. This certainly took the Rolla-Bolla to a new level, and I can see them stepping it up again!

Progress Prediction: If they CAN step it up, they could make the Semi-Finals...That said, the Finals sounds like a stretch for them, regardless of how they do...

Not the best show, but far from the worst either...

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liugeaux · 1 year ago

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The Best Games of 2006 | The 7th Gen is Here

In 2006, with the release of the Wii and PS3, the 7th console generation was officially in full swing. This list ended up having a nice mixture of all the consoles on the market, but 2006 began one of the most pivotal era of video games, and this top 10 is a vivid snapshot of the industry at the time.

As always this will be written as if it was written in December of '06 so any later commentary about these series will not be mentioned. Here we go!

#10 - Tomb Raider: Legend

The Tomb Raider franchise has always had a reputation of being a fun, yet arduous series. The puzzles were obtuse and frustrating and controlling Lara was a bit of a chore. This year, the team at Crystal Dynamics has finally gotten the formula right. With the transition from generation to generation it's hard to know which franchises will successfully make the jump to new hardware, and Tomb Raider proves Lara Croft has legs (no pun intended).

#9 - Tetris DS

Tetris is the best puzzle game ever made. It's the puzzle game on which dozens of other puzzle games are built. Tetris has seen a consistent flow of releases over the years and the quality has been shaky, but Tetris DS gets it right in nearly every way. The controls are tight, the gameplay is true, and like its Game Boy predecessors, the DS makes for a great pick-up-and-play Tetris machine. Even the touch-specific game modes are a welcomed detour, but the real star here is the presentation. Most Tetris games have a reverence for the Tetris method, but Tetris DS has a reverence specifically for the original Nintendo-published Tetris titles and that makes all the difference.

#8 - Resistance: Fall of Man

Ratchet and Clank developers Insomniac tried their hand at an FPS this year and for the most part, hit the jackpot. They created lore and a world engaging enough to explore and sprinkled in just enough Ratchet and Clank gun chaos to make the experience a unique one. Sure it has many of the issues you see with console launch games, but it lays the groundwork for both future Resistance games, and other hard-hitting shooters on PS3.

#7 - Gears of War

Last year's Resident Evil 4 turned out to be much more influential than I thought. Where RE4 established the over-the-shoulder camera as a viable 3rd person game mechanic, Gears of War has perfected it. Borrowing the fast-paced nature of the best FPSs, the over-the-top gore of a Mortal Kombat, and revolutionizing the cover-based shooter, Gears is a new franchise for a new generation. Sure, it's a bit repetitive at times and by the end, the chest-high-walls gimmick begins to feel flimsy, but like Resistance, this world is hungry for my action.

#6 - Marvel Ultimate Alliance

As the spiritual successor to the solid X-Men Legends games, Ultimate Alliance didn't have to be amazing to stick the landing. After being handed the keys to nearly the entire Marvel kingdom, Raven Software built an adventure that successfully translates the enormity of the Marvel universe, while still being an engaging Action-RPG. It even acts as a shortcut through the deep lore of the source material. I learned more about B-tier characters like Thor, Ghost Rider, Moon Knight, and Captain America than any other medium has been able to teach me thus far.

#5 - New Super Mario Bros.

Mario has been bouncing around 3D environments since '96's Super Mario 64. Outside of weird esoteric one-offs here and there, Mario hasn't had a proper major 2D adventure since Super Mario World. I don't count Yoshi's Island, that's a Yoshi game. New Super Mario Bros. is a glorious return to form. The simple idea of, let's make one of those old 2D Mario games, but with up-to-date graphics, seems like a no-brainer, and it turns out to be a winning formula.

#4 - Guitar Hero II

Better in every way, Guitar Hero II improves on its predecessor and proves the fad from last year is still in vogue. The only downside to Guitar Hero II is that it's a PS2 release. Moving the series into the new generation would have unlocked a lot of potential. Luckily Activision has announced it will be hitting Xbox 360 in the Spring, so maybe putting this game on the 2006 list might be a bit premature, but few other games have soaked up as much of my time this year as Guitar Hero II.

#3 - Okami

When a team takes an established formula (The Legend of Zelda) and attempts to make a stand-out game, they need to come up with something fresh and brilliant to garner respect and attention. With Okami, Clover Studio did just that. Like Shadow of the Colossus last year, Okami is squeezing every bit of power out of the PS2 that it can. Enough like a Zelda game to feel familiar, yet beautifully animated with stunning watercolors to make it stand out, Okami puts an exclamation point on a tried and true formula whose days might be numbered.

#2 - The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess

Ever since Space World 2000 Nintendo has been on the hook to give us a more mature and realistic Legend of Zelda game. Windwaker, arguably the best game in the series, had its detractors, so Twilight Princess had a lot to live up to. Full of polish, and style, this game is the perfection of the formula established by Ocarina of Time. Its dungeons are the best the series has seen and while the wolf transformation mechanic may seem lazy at first, it pays off in both gameplay and story. Twilight Princess is what we've wanted from the Zelda series for a long time and it definitely lives up to the hype.

#1 - Wii Sports

Swooping in out of nowhere, Wii Sports is not only the game of the year, it could go down as the most important game of the generation. With the launch of the Wii, Nintendo has reset the market on what it means to be a gamer. It's hands down the most accessible game ever released and is far more than a proof of concept for the Wii platform. Bowling and Tennis alone are worth the price of admission, even if that admission is the cost of a Wii. Nintendo has successfully predicted the market and given us what we didn't know we wanted: motion controls. As with any new tech and launch there's a layer of jank here, but it's worth it to experience the action that has gotten millions of gamers off the couch and swinging their Wii-motes.

Notable Omissions

The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion - There are a lot of things about Oblivion that make it not a game for me. It's a heavy RPG, with a fantasy setting. Everything about that turns me off.

Bully - I might have enjoyed Bully, but since I hate playing GTA games, I stayed away from it.

Final Fantasy XII - This series has never been on my radar as it is WAY too anime for my liking. It being a heavy RPG doesn't help my interest either.

That's it! Next time we dive into 2007.

Cheers

#wii sports #tob raider legend #okami #the legend of zelda twilight princess #guitar hero ii #new super mario bros #resistance fall of man #gears of wear #Marvel Ultimate Alliance #Tetris DS

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 1 year ago

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Heart’s Choice - Chapter 32 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Carlos Martinez

Sometimes I fucking hate ghosts, I mean, I get it's not their fault.

Things are different on the other side, memories get jumbled, timelines distort, it's hard to get a message through the veil, still, in all this time, Kyle couldn't once have just pointed at the bad guy?

I guess he tried but I feel like almost getting me crushed by a truck and then cryptically yelling 'stay away from him' was less than helpful, somehow.

"Who the fuck are you?" I ask, glaring up at Rafael from where I huddle in the back corner of the van.

The floor is bare metal 'easy to clean, an unhelpful part of my mind suggests' and I have to press myself against the wall to avoid being thrown around as Rexi takes turns too sharply for such a boxy vehicle.

Rafael sits in the front passenger seat, which conveniently swivels like an office chair so he can keep an eye on me.

He holds the gun as casually as a relaxed man holds a drink... as if it wasn't a weapon he'd used to kill someone right in front of me.

"I take it your family never mentioned ours," he says, the corner of his mouth raised in the semblance of a smile.

"Allow me to make introductions. Rafael Moretti and this is my sister, Regina. We come from a line like yours, demon hunters, though we originate from Rome, while the first Martinez of your... particular variety... hailed from Catalonia, I believe."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I try to pitch my voice low to avoid sounding as terrified as I feel but it trembles anyway and my heart races so fast I gasp for breath at the end of my sentence.

Rafael smirks, apparently enjoying his villain-explaining-shit moment.

"Seems your education is lacking. Not surprising, I suppose. The Martinez whores are matriarchal, aren't they? You probably weren't worth their time."

"That's a lie," I hiss, rising to the bait despite myself.

"My aunt didn't go for that gendered shit. She taught me everything she knew."

Rexi snorts a laugh.

"Clearly not."

I glare at her but as she's facing forward and focused on the road, the effort is futile.

Rafael lifts his hand, as it's the hand holding the gun, I flinch but he merely scratches the side of his head, eying me thoughtfully.

"Did she tell you why you get possessed so easy?" he asks.

"What makes you such a perfect vessel?"

I lift my chin at him.

"Yeah, I'm a Martinez. It's in my blood. My mom was the same way."

"Nah."

Rafael shakes his head.

"She wasn't. She didn't run because she got possessed. She ran because she got hunted."

"Christ on a kebab, Raf," Rexi groans, half her face illuminated by the red glare of a stoplight as she screeches to a halt and turns to look at him.

"You're giving him a fuckin' history lesson?"

"He deserves to know," Rafael says sternly, keeping his eyes on me.

"Fine. Give him the cliffs-notes."

She huffs and turns her attention back to the road, stomping on the gas as the light changes and making me bang my head against the wall with the force of acceleration.

Where were the cops when you wanted them?

Rafael focuses on me.

"As I said, our families are similar. In fact, we shared a mission once, to rid the earth of demons. We worked together in Europe, centuries ago. We Morellis were the scholars and demonologists, you Martinezes were the muscle, the exorcists and assassins. Then your side split for the so called 'new world' settling in Central America and mixing blood with the native tribes. We followed, eventually but landed further north."

I eye him warily, I'm pretty sure whatever he has planned for me isn't a surprise birthday party but it seems he's not going to shoot me either... not until he finishes his story, anyway so my fear level comes down from a ten to an eight-point-five.

"Okay, colonialism 101. So far so good," I say.

"What does any of this have to do with what's happening now?"

Rafael smiles.

"Tell me, Carlos, what is the best way to banish a demon from this plane?"

I frown at him.

"Trap it in a vessel and exorcise it."

That's what Toni taught me, anyway.

Rafael nods.

"Exactly. But good vessels aren't easy to come by, are they?"

Unsure where he's going with this, I stay silent.

"Long ago, our families found a solution. The perfect vessel, it turns out, is both born and made. Children conceived of a possessed host are naturally more open to receiving spirits. They slip between worlds, relinquishing their physical bodies as a driver might relinquish control of a vehicle for a time and reclaiming it just as easily. The women of your line proved especially suited to bearing such children, who, for whatever reason, were always born male."

"You wonder why your clan is matriarchal?" Rexi asks, her eyes flashing in the rear-view mirror as she glances back at me.

"'Cause the men die young. Vessels are born to serve, not to last."

"What kinda Rosemary's Baby shit is this?" I rasp.

"My dad wasn't possessed. My mom wouldn't do that. And how the fuck would you know, anyway?"

"Because unlike you, we learned our history," Rafael says.

"The reason your family left Europe for the Americas was to escape the burden of sacrifice. They kept the tradition, of course... stayed true to the mission but performed the ritual only once per generation. One vessel, who would be treated as sacred and protected at all costs. Even so, according to our grandmother, your grandmother had a hell of a time convincing your mom to go through with it."

My ears ring as the blood drains from my face, Toni never talked about her mom, she'd talk about family history and traditions until she was blue in the face but abuela was something I'd learned not to mention.

"Our grandmothers knew each other?"

"Sure," Rexi says, swerving through another intersection like a stunt driver in an action scene.

"Which would make sense if Raf would get to the God-damn point."

"I am getting there," Rafael snaps.

"Shut up and drive."

Rexi flips him off.

Rafael runs his free hand through his black curls and blows a breath through his nose.

"Right. Anyway, our families reconnected in the last century. Started working more closely together again. Occultism was on the rise, knowledge had become cheap. People were opening doors left and right. Letting things through. Only, unlike in the past, we couldn't just go on a crusade, round up the witches and burn them."

"What a pity," I drawl.

He lifts a brow at me.

"People always focus on the innocent collateral. They'd sing a different tune if they knew the truth. Sometimes sacrifices are called for. You can't make an omelet without breaking some eggs, as they say."

"Yeah, well, you could also cook something else."

"Not in this case. Our families homed in on one particular demon. Something old and powerful, a lesser God, you might say, that had slipped through into the place between worlds. You know it?"

I shudder, remembering the 'in-between' where I'd sensed the dark presence.

"Yewah."

"It's been stuck there for a long time, unable to break through into this plane but waiting for a chance. If it managed it, who knows what havoc it might wreak on this world?"

Rexi chimes in again.

"We're talking apocalyptic proportions here, in case that's not clear. Volcanism, epic storms, earthquakes, plagues, asteroids, you name it."

"So, worse than climate change?" I quip weakly.

Rafael rubs his jaw.

"I doubt you'll understand, so I won't try to explain in depth but it's a matter of probabilities and of will. Think of the worst outcome of climate change that has ever been predicted and the chance that it will happen soon. The demon could tip things so that it comes to pass."

I stare at him, then shake my head. He's right about me not understanding.

"Okay, so what happened?"

"Our grandmother performed a complex ritual intended to trap the demon and subjugate it to her will, at which point she could return it to its native realm. Unfortunately, this ritual required... sacrifices and she was not entirely forthcoming in her design."

"What?" I squint at him.

"Fucking hell. Just say it already, Raf," Rexi gripes and hits the brakes so hard I narrowly avoid being thrown across the van.

She takes a turn and the tires bounce as we leave the pavement and crunch onto gravel and dirt.

"Twenty years ago, our grandmother performed the ritual of Feasts. She used our dad as the vessel, only because you weren't old enough but your meddling mom and her sister didn't know the plan and intervened at the worst possible moment."

"Wait a minute... Are you talking about the Lucille Peters case from back then? The exorcism gone wrong?" I ask.

"Lucille Morelli, at the time," Rafael says.

"Our grandmother."

My brain goes blank but Rexi keeps talking.

"So, our father died for nothing, while your whore mother caught the demon's eye. Your mom and aunt fled. Your aunt hid you behind the supernatural equivalent of Fort Knox, while your mom just... ran. Guess she figured a moving target was harder to pin down. Meanwhile, we got shipped off to relatives in Italy while Lucille went to ground."

"But the problem of the demon remained," Rafael says, picking up the thread.

"Lucille tried the ritual again after she remarried but it didn't work. Not without a proper vessel."

"She used Kyle's parents... and her husband?" I ask, feeling sick as much from the thought as from Rexi's driving.

Rafael nods.

"Indeed. Unfortunately, she failed. She realized she would need help and the proper tools. So, she sent for us and for you."

"Me?" I blink and shake my head.

"That's insane. I never heard of her before I moved here. I approached her about renting the garage."

"You know how magic works, Carlos?" Rafael asks.

"Real magic, I mean. It's the effect of our will upon the world. Lucille spent years exerting her will to bring you here. Things that seemed random, that just happened a certain way? You could say that's coincidence. You could say it's magic, too."

I shake my head.

"Wait. Wait. So you're telling me this is all about me? Sorry but I'm not that delusional."

"That's the thing, Carlos... it's not about you," Rafael says, leaning forward with a zealous gleam in his eyes.

"It's not about any of us. It's about the mission. Our duty. Lucille understood that. Which is why she sacrificed herself for the second Feast. She didn't have long to live, anyway and she trusted us to finish it."

"What about Kyle? Did he volunteer?"

I shake my head as tears sting my eyes, talk about getting all the shitty luck in the world. Poor kid.

"What did he do to deserve what you did to him?"

"Nothing," Rafael says, apparently untroubled by the thought.

"Like your friend at the bar... he was collateral. An acceptable loss, in the grand scheme of things."

"And the drugs?"

Rexi barks a laugh as she jerks the van to a halt and throws the parking brake.

"Raf's idea," she says.

"In the old days, we'd have used something like ayahuasca to open the offering's mind and dull their pain. These days, getting a hold of stuff like that is hard. So we turned to more modern solutions. A mistake, in retrospect. We were untraceable, if not for that."

I feel like I've followed the white rabbit a little too far and shake my head again.

"The fuck," I whisper.

"You're both insane. There's got to be another way to get rid of this demon. I've served as a vessel plenty of times. Why couldn't you just ask me? Why's it gotta be the Feasts?"

"Because the demon can't know what's coming," Rafael says.

"And because to banish it, first we need control. We have to make a deal and for that, we have to give it what it wants."

"In other words, you," Rexi says.

"And for that, Carlos, you'll have to die."

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bonky-n-steeb · 4 years ago

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𝐶𝑂𝐷𝐸 𝐵𝐿𝑈𝐸

𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Steve is angry on you for behaving recklessly and you decide to let him take his anger out on you in a very unprofessional way...

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: Unprotected sex, spanking, shower sex, rough sex, hair pulling, handjob, choking, PWP (porn with a very little plot... wait who am I lying to? It’s porn.) 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙉𝙄!

For my sake, your sake, your mom’s sake and for the betterment of the entire world, if you are a minor, please do not read this!🔞

Beta’d by the wonderful @lex-the-flex But all mistakes are mine

This is my first time writing smut, so please be kind 🥺 It’s filth... absolutely filth, even I can’t believe I’ve written this 🤦🏽‍♀️ I hope to god my mom never finds this and Marvel is probably gonna sue me for writing this.

“Steve!”

You exclaimed as he shut the door right in front of your face. Closing your eyes, you pressed your face to the door and sighed. You wanted to bang the door until he opened and explain Steve that all you did was your job. But you didn’t, instead you went to your own room next door and sulked.

You and Steve were on a mission to take down a hydra base. For the first few days, all you both did was map out the building. Once sure enough of your plans, you had finally breached it this morning.

In the beginning everything was just as expected. But then during the fight, you had spotted a man aiming his gun at an unaware Steve and like the love crazed woman you were, you shielded Steve with your own body.

Gladly Steve realised it before the damage was done and quickly held the shield in front of your both, deflecting the bullet. At your stunt, he had clenched his jaw and given an angry glare to you and had resumed fighting.

You had thought that was the extent of his anger at your carelessness, but apparently you were wrong. Steve hadn’t spoken a word to you after that. He had been silent throughout the entire ride to the hotel.

As he kept on fuming with unspoken anger, you tried your best to mend the situation by repeatedly calling out his name and talking about random things to yourself.

You actually didn’t know why he was angry. Agreed it was a stupid decision to be standing in front of a bullet, but you did it to save your teammate, at least that’s what you justified it with.

The truth was you were hopelessly in love with Steve Rogers. Soon after you had joined the avengers, you and Steve had become best friends. You hadn’t even planned on befriending him, forget about falling in love.

But with all his charm and naivety it was impossible not to fall for him. Not to mention his godly body. With the way he sometimes got flustered in front of you, you thought he felt something for you too, but you canceled it down by calling it wishful thinking.

While you both shared all your problems and worries with each other, you kept your emotions under wraps.

When you had seen the man aim his gun at Steve, your heart had literally stopped beating. The thought of living in a world without Steve in it was much more harrowing than your own death. So you did what you had to.

But now his silence was speaking louder than his words. It wouldn’t have felt this bad if he had scolded you or given you one of his long boring lectures, but this tactic of not talking with you was hurting you much worse.

The entire time you stripped out of your Kevlar suit and bathed, your mind was occupied by Steve’s silence. No matter how much you thought, you still couldn’t understand what had made him so mad.

After all, signing up with the avengers meant you would get into fights and get injured. The mantle of being an avenger came with a few broken bones.

And you weren’t the first to make such risky decisions during a mission, there had been many before you and there would be many after. So what was all this fuss about?

As you were pacing around your room, chewing your bottom lip, you stopped suddenly and took in a sharp breath. You couldn’t go back with this mess. Whatever it was, you had to sort it out and for that you needed to talk.

Deciding that it was now or never, you stepped out of your room and stood in front of Steve’s. You placed your ear on the door to check for any activity but there was none. You hoped to god he hadn’t fallen asleep.

Gathering all the strength you had, you knocked on the door, once, twice... thrice. But there was still no response. This had your mental alarms ringing. Steve sure wouldn’t ignore you this much, what if he was in danger?

Thinking of the worst case scenario, you crouched down and started picking the lock with your hair pin. As you opened the door and entered the room, you finally heard the noise of cascading water.

You huffed out a breath of relief. All this time he was just taking a shower and you thought about the possibilities of him getting murdered; you sure were an over thinker.

You didn’t know why but your feet weren’t retreating from the room. The sane part of your brain was telling you to go and come back later. And yet you stood awkwardly straight in the middle of his room.

You didn’t know how it happened, you swear to god didn’t realise. But all of a sudden you were standing in front of the bathroom door. You were burning with warmth from head to toe and you could listen to your heart beat in your ear.

Placing one hand on the door and the other on the knob, you tried to think for a moment. But somehow, your brain couldn’t process anything, except Steve. You slowly turned the knob and the door creaked open.

If Steve asked you what you were doing, which he definitely was going to, you would answer that you were sleepwalking or maybe you were possessed by a horny ghost. You wondered which one was more plausible.

The sight which greeted you was better than any you had ever seen. Steve was standing with his broad back facing you, glistening under the trickling water droplets.

His muscled expanse was stretched out magnificently under the shower, the water making rivulets into the grooves of his chiseled back. He straightened visibly under your watchful eye as he became aware of your entrance.

You waited for his scolding as you nibbled your bottom lip. You waited for him to tell you how immoral and indecent this was. You waited for him to fire you on the spot.

But nothing came from his side except strained breaths. It was as if he was doing some physical exertion by standing ramrod straight. As he tensed, his back muscles flexed even more and you wanted nothing more than to lick up the water drops.

Your mouth had fallen open and you were already panting and his body wasn’t the only thing wet. Seeing that he was neither bursting with anger nor reprimanding you for your actions, you decided to let your eyes wander further.

Your body lit itself on fire the moment you eyed his sculpted glutes. It was definitely, undoubtedly America’s ass. God, the things you wanted to do to him and the things you’d let him do to you.

You looked up to see Steve had turned his head a little and was staring at you through the corner of his eye. Taking that as a hint, you walked further until you were inside the shower.

The water seeped through your clothes as you stood right behind Steve. You were so close that the only thing in front of your eyes was his broad back. Yet he didn’t turn to face you.

Your hand shivered despite the warm water as you touched his back. That simple contact passed an electric current through Steve and you could hear his audible gasp.

Keeping one hand on his back, you moved your dominant hand further onto his chest. After palming his abs for sometime, you snaked your hand further down.

But before you could reach your destination, a strong hand curled around your wrist, limiting your movements. “Don’t.” It was the first word he had said to you after the mission.

His voice was hoarse and deep and you wondered if it was possible for you to come just with his voice. “But what if I want to?” You really were possessed, because you definitely didn’t have this much confidence.

Unexpectedly, your defiance worked and he loosened his hold, though he didn’t remove his hand. When you finally touched his warm cock, which was standing hard proudly, you moaned and buried your face into his back.

“Fuck.” Steve cursed as you rubbed him. You had heard him cursing a few times before, but listening to it now just melted you into a puddle. You pressed your face further into his back as you kept palming him, his hand was still on your wrist as a reminder, though he wasn’t guiding your movements.

You wondered how he would fit inside you, as you were barely able to curl your hand around his massive length. One second you were jerking him off and the next you were pinned to the wall, facing him. You blinked rapidly to steady your senses.

The hand he had used to pull you forward was now held against the wall and you had placed the other on his chest. His entire body was blushing hard and his face was just as flustered as yours.

Steve placed his hand gently on your cheek, a stark contrast to his previous actions. He bent down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips as first but he didn’t go any further.

Looking up at him through hooded eyes, you stared at him in confusion. Noticing the question on his face, you realised he was asking for permission. Nodding your head rapidly, you replied with a breathy yes.

That’s all it took for him to smash his face into yours. His kiss wasn’t a perfect or a practiced one, but what he lacked in experience, he made it up with his passion and edge.

You were actually tongue fucking each other and you didn’t regret a moment. You were close to eating each other’s faces off when you finally parted.

You panted and arched your back, exposing your neck as he sucked down your jaw to your neck. Without giving you a moment to gather yourself, he tore your tank top right through the middle.

And the only thing your mushy brain capable of saying was, “Holy shit.” It was the hottest thing you had ever seen. The way his arms flexed as he tore the fabric made you gush.

He discarded the now useless tank top carelessly on the floor and bent down to suck your nipples. You were about to go to sleep and thus weren’t wearing any bra. You let out an unholy moan at the sensation and the sight of him suckling you.

You carded your hands through his hair only for him to take your hands and pin them back to the wall. “Oh Steve.” As you moaned his name, he looked up at you through his lustrous blue eyes.

All of a sudden he let go of your hands and nipple and as you whimpered in dissatisfaction, he quickly tugged your pants down. He practically growled at the sight of you naked in front of him.

He placed his hands on your ass as he knead it while simultaneously kissing you stupid. He shifted his hands from your ass to your thighs and in one swift motion picked you up.

You hadn’t ever been picked up by anyone before and for once you were glad that Steve had taken the serum. He carried you out of the shower and into the room.

You were going to complain about how you were going to ruin the carpet with water when he all but gently threw you into the bed, face down.

You gathered yourself on your hands and knees just as he positioned himself behind you. Steve didn’t know what got into him when he saw your ass perched up in the air, but he went absolutely feral.

He wanted to talk and tell you things, but currently he was incapable of doing anything but devour you. He placed his huge palms on your ass and started kneading, but the thing he did next, took you by absolute surprise.

He spanked your ass, hard. At the contact you let out a loud surprised shriek. You had no idea captain America was a kinky little shit, not that you were complaining.

While you were turned on beyond your senses, Steve mistook your surprise for pain. He snapped out of whatever haze had taken over him, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You looked back at Steve with confusion. “God. No. Steve, you didn’t hurt me. I liked it.” You said with such shyness as if you hadn’t just given him a handjob moments ago.

“Do more.” You asked and he delivered. Steve understood that you wanted it rough, and who was he to deny. He spanked your ass thrice more, alternating the cheek, in quick succession, only to rub it gently later.

He kept up with the contrast of quick spanks and gentle kneads until you sobbed with wrecked pleasure and delightful pain.

When you came back from your blissful high, you realised Steve was pressing soft kisses to your back. You strained your neck at an odd angle and pulled Steve in for a kiss.

It was gentle and filled with adoration and love, a great disparity to what just happened. Steve was rutting against your ass as he deepened the kiss.

Parting from the kiss, he took hold of his cock and jerked it a few times before rubbing himself against your drenched folds. You were already so dripping that you didn’t need any extra stimulation.

Finally he pushed in the tip and you moaned like in heat at the sweet pressure. Gladly he gave you a moment before pushing slowly further, inch by inch.

No matter how wet, or in a sex haze you were, you both knew he wasn’t easy to take. All the while, Steve was muttering praises and soft words to you.

When he finally bottomed out, you both moaned out with pleasure. After giving you some time to adjust, he pulled back only to push back in with a measured but powerful thrust.

“Oh fuck!” Overcome with pleasure, you slapped a hand on the headboard to hold yourself steady while you clutched Steve’s ass with the other to hold him as close to you as possible.

He began with slow yet hard thrusts but soon he changed rhythm and started fucking you in earnest. The headboard rattled against the wall as Steve held your shoulder with one hand and supported you both with another placed firmly on the bed.

You had got a hundred dreams about Steve railing the shit out of you. But nothing matched the actual thing.

Steve experimentally wove his fingers through your hair and when you let out something between a moan and a demand for more, he clutched and pulled it tightly making your eyes roll back with euphoria.

“Stevveee, I... Stevie, I’m close,,... oh fuck!” The only thing you could do was moan wantonly and take everything Steve gave you.

Just as Steve felt your walls quivering, he pulled out. He groaned with frustration as you were so so close. But before you could formate any words, he flipped you around.

“I want to watch you as you come for me.” He said bending down to press a kiss. This time, he entered you in one swift motion.

Curling a hand around his neck, you held the head board with other as you arched into his touch. He was grunting loudly and his voice was having more effect than it should have on you.

You were close, so very close, but you needed more, something more. “Steve, choke me.” You whimpered. Steve faltered for a moment before realising what you had said.

When Steve placed his hand delicately on your throat, which you had exposed to him, you knew you were going to have the best orgasm of your life.

Steve squeezed your throat, and at that very second, you orgasmed like never before. Your toes curled and legs shook uncontrollably as you babbled nonsense.

You felt as if you saw the deepest crevices of the universe and snorted the most powerful drug as white pleasure enveloped you.

Steve, in spite of his super soldier stamina, gave in to pleasure as your walls hugged him tight. With a shout, he came deep within you.

After the pleasure faded and the fatigue had set in, you both laid limply within a tangle of limbs and in each other’s embrace.

“Steve.” You croaked as he kept on prepping you with kisses. He only hummed in response. “I love you.” At that the kisses stopped.

You worried if this was the end of everything, but when you looked up in his eyes, you knew it was just the beginning. His eyes were filled with love.

“I love you too.” He smashed your lips once again and you responded just as enthusiastically. “I can’t think of living without you. You mean everything to me.

When I saw you in front of the gun, I was so scared. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to save you.” You caressed his face as you said, “But you did. And I know you always will Steve.”

“That I will.” You knew that Steve would keep you safe. You knew that in his warm embrace, nothing in this world would touch you.

“Steve, if you ever get mad at me, talk to me, scold me, give me on of your boring lectures if you want, but please don’t stop talking to me.”

“If ignoring you is going to lead to this, then I’ll probably give you the silent treatment.” He chuckled as you punched him playfully.

You couldn’t believe you were in love with this goof, or that he was just as in love with you.

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years ago

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how they react when you walk in covered in blood and carrying a gun ~ mcu

request?: no

warnings: swearing, mentions of guns and violence

masterlist (one, two)

*only using the og six plus bucky, wanda and loki because there’s way too many marvel characters rn; also based off of a tiktok by anniedvorak!*

BRUCE BANNER/HULK:

The last person you expected to see when you entered Thor’s room on Sakaar with the intentions of saving him was your boyfriend, Bruce. He had been lost for so long, you had let your heart let go of him. But there he was, stood with a cloth wrapped around his waist after having turned back from the Hulk.

You were tempted to walk back out. This wasn’t exactly how you wanted Bruce to see you - an alien gun in hand and blood splattered over your face and clothes. But it was too late, he was already looking at you with wide eyes.

“(Y/N),” he said, turning to approach you but stopping halfway. You weren’t sure if he had stopped because of the blood or because he was still technically naked. “What are you...what did you...?”

“I’m trying to save Thor,” you responded. “Listen, we don’t have much time. I can explain everything once all of us are off of this planet. Put some pants on, we’re getting out of here.”

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BUCKY BARNES/THE WINTER SOLDIER:

You walked in after a surprise run in with the Flag Smashers. Bucky already looked about ready to kill someone, but when you walked through the door of Zemo’s apartment, blood covering your face and your gun clutched tightly in your hand, his face turned red with anger.

“What the hell happened to you?” Sam asked.

“Flag Smashers,” you breathed in response.

“I’m gonna fucking kill them,” Bucky hissed, abandoning his drink on the counter and making his way to the door.

You put a hand up to stop him. “I think that ship has sailed. This isn’t all my blood.”

Bucky cupped your face in his hands, his face softening as he looked at you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you insisted. “I just need a shower, and maybe a visit to a hospital or something. They hit me pretty hard, I think I have some bruised ribs or something.”

He kissed your forehead and took your gun from your still shaking hands. Once it was safely put aside, he brought you into the bathroom to help you bathe and to start dressing your wounds.

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CLINT BARTON/HAWEYE:

You were extremely lucky that Clint worked with someone like Natasha regularly, or else he would’ve been much more concerned when you arrived home from work covered in blood and still carrying you gun. He barley looked up from the TV as you walked through the door, immediately racing for your bedroom so you could shower and change.

“Hard day at work?” he called as you passed by.

“That last target they sent me after put up a hell of a fight,” you responded. “By the time I finally got him, I realized how late it was and rushed home immediately. I’m glad S.H.I.E.L.D issues those SUVs with the tinted windows or else I definitely would’ve been pulled over for suspicious activity.”

Clint chuckled and rose from his seat. He walked into your shared bedroom as you were pulling off you bloodstained clothes and throwing them into a pile to be tossed out eventually. His eyes raked over your body as you looked up at him.

“Red looks good on you,” he said, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips.

“That’s gross,” you teased. “You’re gross. Just for that, you can’t shower with me.”

He groaned as you walked into the bathroom and locked the door before he could follow you in.

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LOKI:

The sly smirk on Loki’s face was enough to almost rid you of the annoyance you felt after what you just had to do. Almost.

You walked up to the panel that controlled his glass cage. You could’ve easily figured out how to deal with it, but instead you shot the control panel. Sparks flew from it before Loki’s prison sprung open.

“Seems like a bit of overkill,” he commented.

“Shut it,” you hissed. “You told me it was going to be easy to break you out. You failed to mention the entire team of guards that were watching this room, and, oh yeah, the team of super humans that were assembled to face you?!”

Loki walked free of his cage, taking a dramatic deep breath before smiling to himself. “Well, doesn’t seem like you had an issue with them, as I knew you wouldn’t.”

He approached you, arms out as if he were going to hug you and try to kiss you. You poked his stomach with the barrel of your gun, glaring up at him.

“Come one step closer and we see how much damage a mortal weapon can do to a God.”

Loki put his hands on your shoulders, keeping you a fair distance away to heed your warning. “I’m sorry for not giving you a proper warning. Thank you for freeing me, I do appreciate it.”

You allowed yourself to relax against his touch and smiled a little. “You’re welcome.”

“Now, let’s get out of here, shall we?”

“You’re doing all the work this time.”

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NATASHA ROMANOFF/BLACK WIDOW:

It probably wasn’t a good idea, but you didn’t know where else to go. Natasha had always warned you about the Red Room, and you were so stupid to not listen to her.

Now you were stood on her doorstep, covered in blood that wasn’t yours, your gun dangling from your hand as you wished to drop it but also too scared to let it go. It was what Natasha looked at first when she opened the door - the gun, then to your blood covered face.

“Put the gun down,” she said, her voice calmer than you expected.

You gratefully allowed her to take it from your hand as you felt tears starting to well in your eyes. She pulled you in for a hug, where you started to sob on her shoulder. She took a quick look around to make sure you weren’t followed before bringing you into her house.

“Go get cleaned up,” she told you. “We’ll figure out your next step together.”

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STEVE ROGERS/CAPTAIN AMERICA:

You showed up to Sam’s shortly after Steve had brought Natasha. You could barley keep yourself up, the fight had taken everything out of you. You were sure Sam was going to turn you away - you were a stranger showing up on his doorstep covered in blood with a gun in your hand. You were pleasantly shocked when he stepped aside and told you where to find Steve.

Poor Steve. He was already trying to help Natasha, who had been in the same situation as you just with a lot less blood. She was resting when you walked in, dazed and just wanting to also rest.

He was up in seconds, reaching out to wrap you in his arms despite the blood covering you.

“The Winter Soldier is one mean fucker,” you breathed, resting your head against Steve’s chest. “I think he finally got wore out and ran off. Unfortunately, I was wore out about an hour before he was, but I kept going.”

“You should’ve given up long ago, honey,” he said.

“I’m not a pussy,” you said with a slight laugh. “Although I am starting to succumb to the pain.”

He picked you up into his arms and carried you to the bathroom where he helped you to rinse the blood off of your body so you could finally rest.

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THOR:

It was a side of you that Thor had never seen before. He had lost you during the battle in Sokovia and was expecting the worst when he couldn’t get you over the coms. When you showed back up to jet, blood covering your tired looking face, he was overjoyed to see you were alright, but also a little shocked by your appearance.

“Those fuckers really thought they had me,” you said, a half laugh bubbling on your lips. “They were a little shocked when I got the upper hand on them. Even more shocked when I shot them dead.”

“I was worried for you, (Y/N),” Thor said, cupping your face in his hands as he approached you. “I truly thought they had taken you from me.”

You smirked up at him. “You really have no faith in me at all them, do you? Or you just underestimate me. I’m a little offended on both accounts, though.”

Thor smiled back at you. “Of course, I would never doubt you. Just a bit of fear is all.”

“When you two are done being gross,” came Tony’s voice from inside the jet, “we’d like to get back to the tower. I think (Y/N) needs a shower and a fresh change of clothes more than anything.”

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TONY STARK/IRON MAN:

“Miss (Y/L/N) incoming Mr. Stark.”

“Tell her to come back at another time, J.A.R.V.I.S, I’m busy right now.”

“I don’t think it can wait, sir.”

Tony looked up to see you walking through the door to his lab, your body trembling as you clutched the gun tightly in your hand. There was a splatter of blood over your shirt and some on your face. You looked up at him, looking like a helpless child.

He quickly walked over to you, his hand automatically reaching for the gun. You gladly let him take it, feeling like a weight had been lifted the moment the weapon was out of your hands.

“What happened?” he asked.

“I-I was attacked at-at home,” you stuttered. “I don’t know how they got in, I don’t know who they were. I walked into my house and was blindsided by these two men trying to attack me. I got the gun out of the hands of one of them and I...I...”

Your hands moved to mimic the action of shooting your attackers, but you couldn’t actually bring yourself to say you had done it. You didn’t want to admit to having shot anyone, even if it was in self defense.

Tony placed the gun aside and took you into his arms. You stopped fighting against the lump that had formed in your throat and began to sob into his chest. He ran a hand through your hair, calming you down.

“It’s okay,” he said, soothingly. “It’s alright. I got you now. I won’t let anyone else try to hurt you.”

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WANDA MAXIMOFF/SCARLETT WITCH:

You didn’t think of Tommy and Billy. You didn’t think about the perfect neighborhood Wanda had created. You didn’t even think about Vision, or the version of Vision she had created. Your only thoughts were getting to Wanda before Hayward and his people could.

She was horrified when she opened the door. Of course she was; you were stood at her doorstep, a ghost from the life she wanted to forget, holding a gun with blood splattered on your face.

“You have to get out of here,” you said before she could speak. “You have to break down that boarder and you need to get out of here now.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her voice still in its sitcom mode. “Please leave before I call the police.”

You grabbed hold of her shoulders before she could walk away, startling her.

“Wanda, you have to listen to me. You know what’s happening here because you are controlling it all. I know that, everyone outside the Hex knows that. Including the S.W.O.R.D director Hayward, who is trying to break through your barrier right now to kill you. I know you don’t want to lose this perfect life you’ve made, but your are in real danger. You need to get out of here.”

It seemed like she was understanding. A hurt look passed over her face as she turned to look into the house where her perfect family was likely residing. She took a deep breath and turned back to you.

“Let’s go.”

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winchest09 · 4 years ago

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Miscommunication - Chapter Eight

Pairing: Dean Winchester x British!Reader

Word Count: 2589

Summary: After moving to America, British hunter Y/N never expected her life to unfold the way it has. She never anticipated finding two brothers, who would quickly become her found family and she certainly never envisioned falling in love with one of them. Following her attempt to shield her heart, she failed to protect her body, leading her straight back to the Winchesters. So when the language barrier deepens her connection with a certain green eyed hunter, will she succumb to her deepest feelings or keep them at bay?

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, description of death, mentions of murder, mentions of domestic violence, swearing, violence, lil angry Dean.

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Y/N was still pacing the length of their hotel room as her mind reeled with all of her thoughts. She knew how these cases went if left untouched, even the most innocent of spirits can turn into something dark and sinister when left alone with their unfinished business for too long. Hilary was already showing signs of that, with the impaling of the couple that were committing adultery and it was quickly turning into a very treacherous situation.

“But why not go after Steven himself? He caused all this,” Dean asked, pulling the huntress from her thoughts and essentially stopping her from wearing a hole in the carpet.

“Maybe she’s breaking him down, ruining his business, taunting him.” She rubbed at her forehead as she watched the older Winchester get off the bed. “All I know is that ultimately, he’s going to end up dead and to be honest, I can’t say I blame her.”

“But there have been other innocent victims in this,” Dean argued, his voice slightly louder than it had been previously and his tone certainly more firm. “She’s dangerous.”

“I know, Dean, I know,” she returned agitated, slapping her arms to her sides before gesturing to the door. “But clearly so is Steven!”

“Shit, Sam,” he voiced, moving frantically across the room in search of his firearm. Once found, he checked the ammo cartridge before sliding it back in place, ensuring the safety was off and the gun was cocked. “We’re putting an end to this, tonight.”

“We still don’t know what she’s attached to!” Y/N disputed, worried that he was going to get himself hurt when they still did not have all of the answers.

That’s when the green eyed Winchester took a beat to look at the pile of Hilary’s belongings they had found that were strewn about the bed. “Then we burn it all and hope for the best.”

“Dean I--” she stammered, wanting to present another argument but she was cut off immediately.

“--we burn it all,” he asserted, his voice deep and rough as he held her stare. After a few seconds had passed, he moved to grab the medium sized metal garbage can that was placed by the desk Sam had been using, forcibly slamming it down next to ghosts possessions. “Now!”

“And what about Sam? We need to see if he’s okay!” She shot back, already taking steps towards the exit of the room when Dean stopped her, his large hand wrapping around the top of her arm which halted her movement.

“I’ll go get my brother,” he informed her, his eyes now wearing a softer look than they had been a moment ago, “If that creepy son of a bitch has laid a single finger on him I swear…”

“Go. Make sure he’s okay. I’ll sort all this,” she returned gently, trying hard to concentrate on the matter at hand and not the hunter's palm that was still touching her, his thumb moving back and forth.

With that, he nodded, checking his gun one more time before cautiously leaving the room in search of his younger sibling. When she heard the door click, she let out a breath she wasn’t aware that she was holding. With her fingers running through her hair, she couldn’t help but scratch at her scalp as she turned to look at all of the items that had once belonged to the spirit that was haunting this place. Truth was, she actually felt for Hilary, and even though she was on a bloody rampage, it was only a result of the absolute torture she had been subjected to.

Still, Dean had a point and even though a victim herself, she had still begun to take innocent lives. With that in mind, Y/N moved forward and began to place everything slowing inside of the metal bin. Piece by piece she dropped them slowly from her hand, studying every little trinket that was passing her touch. She shook her head in sadness when she saw photos of Steven and his wife, studying the still snapshot of time. His arm would always be wrapped around her middle, and there were white blotches showing around his fingertips and nails, showing that he was holding onto her tightly. Bastard.

The huntress forcibly threw them into the metal container with a scoff, and everything else followed until her hands landed on the journal she had been reading. There was a hesitation, her thumbs going back and forth over the cover as she lost herself to her own thoughts. Steven was a murderer, his wife’s death had been wrongly ruled and he needed to be brought to justice. This was the only evidence that was left that he was behind the loss of her life. If she burned this…

But then how long would it take for the police to charge him? Would they take this evidence seriously or would they just think they were the lost of words of a dead woman? Dean’s voice was playing on repeat in her head, and she knew that she needed to burn the lot just like he had instructed. It was for the best, it was the only solution to this problem, even if it meant Hilary not getting the justice she was so desperately after.

With that thought solidifying in her mind, she let go of the diary and placed it onto the bed next to the garbage can full of the other items. She was going to burn it, but not yet. There was the tiniest glimmer of hope inside of her that maybe Hilary could be attached to something else instead. If she was, then Steven could get his just desserts and his wife could finally be at peace. Maybe.

With the smallest hesitation, she turned to grab for her duffle, looking to locate the salt and lighter fluid that was always tucked away into one of the pockets for situations like this. Once she found what she was after, she poured both of the ingredients into the container and then quickly reached for the box of matches. Pulling out a couple of the small sticks, she struck their red heads against the side of the box, igniting a flame. Dropping them, she stood back as the fire took hold, a blaze now beginning to roar. Her eyes glanced at the lights in the room; not a flicker. Usually, when you destroy the property of a spirit, they are called to protect it and in this case, that was not happening.

Y/N’s stare then fell to the journal and she just knew in her gut that it was the item that was binding the soul to this building. Sucking in a sharp breath, she picked up the book once more before pulling out her phone and opening the camera app. She took photos of the pages where it was stated that Steven had been hitting her, abusing her. It wasn’t much and it certainly wasn’t the real thing but that was all she could do in hopes of bringing the vile bastard to justice.

Once her cell was slid back into her pocket, the huntress clutched the diary in one hand before she began to bring it closer to the growing flames, their warmth already licking at her skin. It was then that the room grew cold, her breaths leaving her in a small cloud. Shit.

Turning around swiftly, she was met with the haunting image of Hilary. Her blonde hair still dirty, her clothes still stained with soil but this time she had angled her head so the injury to her neck was clear. Y/N couldn’t help but look at it before her gaze travelled back to the ghosts terrifying stare.

“STOP!” She screamed, throwing out a hand which forcibly pushed the huntress off her feet and against the wall, the journal falling to the floor as the impact echoed loud in the room. “I told you to s-stay away!”

“I know what he did to you,” Y/N forced out, as her feet dangled inches off the floor, the concrete behind her cold on her back as Hilary held her in place. “How he treated you.”

“S-STOP!” The ghost yelled, a snarl clear on her lips before she threw her victim across the room, hitting another wall in force which only caused the huntress to yelp in pain.

Through her crumpled state, Y/N angled her head to the side and winced due to the sharp wave of discomfort that overtook her. But it was then that she noticed Hilary’s journal laying open on the floor, just a few metres in front of her. She couldn’t help but chastise herself for her hesitation. If she had just burned the damn book from the start, she might not be hunched over, bruised and winded. She had to destroy it; she might lose her life otherwise.

Taking a staggered inhale, the huntress quickly got to her feet and rushed to reach out for the remaining item that needed to be burned but the spirit got to her first. With all the power Hilary had, she sent Y/N flying through the air, her body slamming against the wood of the hotel room’s door. It was of no use as there was no way that the ghost was ever going to let her anywhere near that journal so the next best thing to do was force her into a situation where she had to face her past, hoping that would cause the crossover.

Holding tightly to her stomach, she pulled fastly on the handle of the door with her free hand before she began to hastily move down the corridor in search for a lot of salt or something that was made of iron. She kept turning her head to look over her shoulder, her fingers sliding into her pocket to fish out her cell once more to call Dean .She had to let him know that Hilary was here and she was pissed.

Bringing the device to her ear after pressing the call button on his name, she started to try all the doors that were along the hallway, hoping that one of them would have a fireplace and an iron poker. It was a long shot but as the hotel was a little older, it could also be a possibility. It didn’t take him long to answer, and she didn’t even give him the opportunity to say hello.

“Have you found Sam?” She panicked, shaking one of the wooden barriers as it refused to open.

“Yeah,” Dean replied, his tone a mix between relief and anger. “He’s fine but the same can’t be said for sicko Steven.”

With that statement, she stopped her movements, her eyes wide with dread. “Please tell me you’ve not killed him?!”

“Y/N, the bastard had my brother tied up,” he scoffed, before his tone became soft yet alert. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

He had sensed there was something wrong and given her breathing was uneven and she was frantically searching for anything to protect herself with, she wasn’t surprised.

“Dean, I need him,” she stated clearly, as she noticed a store room closet at the end of the corridor. That had got to have something, right?

“Really?” The older Winchester replied, his voice monotone and strained. It only caused her to roll her eyes as she raced towards her target

“Not like that y--” Her sentence was cut off by the clouds of mist that were passing her lips. Hilary was close. “Shit!”

“Y/N?” Dean asked concerned, but she couldn’t answer. With one hand still clutching tightly around her phone, she hurriedly travelled the short distance to the storage closet and felt a small wave of relief flood her veins when it was open. Without hesitation, she began to look around the room for any salt or iron, she just needed something to aid her fight until the Winchesters could reach her. “Y/N!? Come on, talk to me!”

“Sorry. It’s Hilary, she’s not exactly happy,” she stressed as she continued to look around but her movements were halted when she heard the door behind her slam. The huntress rushed towards it and tried to jiggle the handle but it was of no use. She was trapped.

“Where are you right now!?” Dean questioned urgently, and she could already hear him whispering to Sam.

“Store cupboard, first floor, she’s locked me in, De,” she worried, one hand now coming up to her forehead as she tried to desperately come up with an impromptu plan but she could see nothing that would be of aid.

“Sweetheart, I’m on the first floor right now and the door to the store cupboard is wide open,” he informed her and Y/N could only crease her brow at his words. That was impossible.

“What?” She panted, her words sounding more breathy than normal as her heart thudded in her chest. She might have been hunting the supernatural for years but it never failed to get the adrenaline to course through her body. “Dean, that's impossible as that’s where I am.”

“You sure it’s the first?” He repeated, wanting to clarify the information that she had just given to him. In that moment however, the lights had started to flicker in the small space where she was being held prisoner. She had nowhere to run.

“Positive Dean!” She snapped, trying the door once again. “I am most definitely on the 1st level of this building!”

There was a small beat of silence. She couldn’t hear any movement on the other end of the line and she had to check that the call was still connected before she heard his deep voice reply. “Wait, so you’re not in the area where the reception is?”

“NO!” Y/N shouted, watching as the bulb above her struggled to remain lit. “That’s the ground floor, Winchester! If I was on the ground floor, I would say I was on the GROUND FLOOR!”

“This is the first floor, Y/N!” Dean stressed back and she heard his pace quicken, his loud footsteps being picked up through the phone’s mic. “You’re on the second!”

“Dean, now is definitely not the time!” She asserted, pushing herself back from the door and towards the shelves once more. There just had to be something.

“You and your stupid British,” the older Winchester frustratingly returned and even though she was in a highly dangerous situation, possibly moments away from losing her life, that remark caused her to smile.

It was then that her earlier idea came back to her, and she realised that this might be the perfect opportunity to get the best of both worlds. Hilary could move on, and her husband could be condemned for the crimes he had committed.

“Listen to me. You need to bring Steven to her. Now,” she instructed, backing towards a wall as she clutched tighter to her phone, knowing that was her last lifeline.

“Why?” Dean blurted, clearly incredibly confused as to why she would even suggest such a thing.

Before she could reply, however, the air around her dropped in temperature and Hilary flickered into view. Her bloodied and beaten apparition stared straight at her, her lips snarling, her hands twitching and her head angled still slightly to the side. All Y/N could do was be strong, her only weapons were her words, her resilience and her bravery.

“Just trust me.”

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cazzyvintage · 4 years ago

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Try not to forget me

Synopsis: Anon request: Can we have a reader who slept with Zemo when they were younger, they were basically each other’s first times. Reader was brought to the mission and when Sam mentions Zemo she only limits herself to saying that she knows him assuming she knows him from civil war. At some point, Zemo mentions it to Sam and since he can’t contain himself he has to ask reader to be sure. Maybe some smut, like ‘I don’t remember you being this good’

Word count: 8.5k

Author’s note: Welp it took me a while but it's finally here! I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am such a sucker for the trope of seeing someone you once dated years after not seeing them again. Like give me all of that. Also I changed a little bit of the request but not much.

Warnings: Gun shots, SMUT (for mature audiences), Fingering, Vaginal sex, Stripping

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Fingers fumbled with the clasp, the feeling of lips trailing up your thigh, sweet whispers in the air,

‘My princess, my everything’

His kisses on your neck, the desperation in his voice

‘I need you, all of you’

His fingers dug into your hips, his body moving like waves on top of you.

You call out his name to the night, losing yourself in the passion that consumed you.

Your hand tangled in his hair, tugging roughly which elicited a moan from his lips.

His eyes sparkled as he reached his first climax with you, ‘You’ll always be mine’

You woke up still with the taste of his lips upon your mouth. You felt the ghost of him linger on top of you, clinging to that long-ago memory.

But all things fade with time and the cold reality pulled you from the once pleasant dream drenched in sorrow. Sighing you pulled yourself off the made-up bed on the floor, already grabbing a hair tie to pull the bird’s nest of your hair out of your face. You hop over to where your prosthetic leg laid and strapped it onto your thigh.

Grabbing your phone you notice a few miss call from an old friend, calls you must have slept through. Pressing the number you hold it up to your ear as you wander around the apartment preparing for your day.

On the third ring, he picked up.

“Sam?” you ask

“Y/n! I wasn’t sure if I would hear back from you, it’s been a while”

“Yeah, things have been keeping me busy. It’s not like how it was when we were in the army”

You could hear him chuckle down the line, “It’s strange, I would have thought my time in the army would have been the craziest part of my life, but it’s hard to beat all the stories I have of aliens”

“At least you have stories to tell, what do I have? I served for a few years as a new American citizen, almost died a few times till one day I got shot in the leg”

“I don’t know losing your leg is one hell of a story, but speaking of almost losing your life. You remember that time I was able to pull you away from a landmine and you told me, ‘oh Sam thank you so much, I owe you so much’” Sam says down the line in a squeaky voice

“Since when have I ever spoken like that Sam? And why do I have a feeling I’m not going to like where this is going”

“Well that’s because it is time for me to cash in that favour”

That’s how you found yourself arriving at an airport, searching around to find Sam. As you walked around the corner you could make out what seemed to be three figures in the distance. As you got nearer one of them noticed you, and started waving exaggeratingly making you chuckle.

You finally reach him as Sam pulls you into a firm hug. “It’s good to see you again y/n,” he says as you pull away.

“Yes, after all these years of avoiding me” you quip making him laugh

“You know I’d never avoid you! It’s you who has always found an excuse to get out of meeting up with old friends”

“Well I’m here now”

“Speaking of old friends, let me introduce to you this man, 106 years old, dermatologists hate him”

The man Sam referred to now stepped forward, holding out his hand, “Hi, I’m Bucky” he says, smiling slightly as you shake his hand.

“Y/n, you look good for your age”

“He moisturises” Sam buts in making Bucky send him a look, “It’s complicated” he mutters and you nod.

“I met Steve once, I understand,” you tell him, making his eyes light up at the mention of his old friend.

“Super soldier serum, the ability to be almost immortal, another reason as to why we have all gathered here to prevent it”

A shiver ran through your spine as you heard that long ago accent which you had removed from your voice. You focus on the man behind Sam, someone you should have noticed when you first appeared.

It had been over twenty years since you had last seen him yet you could still recognise the way his lips twitched up at the sides but dipped in the middle, the softness of his warm brown eyes, and the slight angular twist his eyebrows had. His hair was more well kept than when you had last seen him. Then he was still going through his rebellious phase, letting his hair grow unkempt but now he had a sense of refinement about him. He knew he was ageing like fine wine and now instead of trying to rebel from the prestigious life he had like when you knew him, he lavished in it, enjoying the money that was of so easy access to him and spent it on all the finer luxuries of life.

“Y/n, this is Zemo. You might remember seeing him on the news, he’s the one who framed Bucky”

You knew him more than that, more than any of them could ever know him. The dream from this morning swarmed your thoughts again, taunting you as if your brain knew what was to come.

Sokovia had been your home country, a place you had longed to forget, leave dead. Zemo, Helmut, was your childhood friend. You couldn’t remember the time when you first met as it felt like he had always been in your life. Everything you two did, you did together. Attending the same schools, going around to each other’s houses, exploring the wildness together. You two were closer than siblings. Your family had nowhere as near the same money as Zemo’s family had, yet that didn’t seem to matter, at least not when you were children. It was no surprise to people when eventually you two started dating. There had been bets on how long it would take for Zemo to gather the courage to ask you out. You and Zemo had been each other’s firsts, first partner, first kiss, first making love, which is where your dream had come from. It was cringy to say it but you felt like you loved him with every inch of your soul, and you knew Zemo was just as dedicated to you.

That’s why the break-up was so messy.

You were the one who called it. You had to. Zemo might have been blind to what it meant to be a Baron at that time but you weren’t. His parents allowed him to have his little indulges, allowed you two to be friends, to date. But at the end of the day, he would always be from the higher class and your family from the lower class. They would of never let you two marry so you had to call off the relationship before you got too deep, to save yourself some pain. You’d hoped that you two could still be friends, though it would have hurt, you still wanted to be around him but that was never meant to be.

At first, he didn’t believe you, he laughed it off as a good joke till he realised you were being serious. Then was the confusion, he wouldn’t let you leave. He needed to know what he did wrong, what could have happened for you to want to break up with him. Then was the obsession. He wouldn’t leave you alone, turning up to your house every day to beg for another chance, following you around trying to pick the relationship back up, threatening any guy that went near you. Then the heartbreak when he finally accepted it was over. He didn’t leave his house for months, you heard rumours he drank himself to sleep most nights, till one time at the dead of the night you found him pounding on your door, shouting to let him in. He was pissed and crying, imploring at you to give him a second chance, begging for you to tell him what he could do to get back with you. He would do anything, give you all his money, abandon his family and run away with you. You helped him back home and told him to leave you alone. And to give it to him he did because then came the anger. You would see him outside and he would pretend he didn’t even know who you were. You’d walk past and accidentally hit shoulders and he shouted at you to watch where you were going. Soon he would be seen with lots of different women, taking them to all the places he took you, dancing at parties. Whenever you looked over to them they were making out and it pained you deeply for what you had to give up. Eventually, you ran away. You couldn’t keep torturing yourself seeing Zemo move on with someone else while you were still suffering on the inside, not just for losing the boy you love but the person who had been your best friend for as long as you could remember.

You left Sokovia to live in America, completely ridding yourself of your whole past identity. There you decided to enlist in the Army which is where you had met Sam, served with him for a few years till you were forced to retire early due to losing your leg. You checked up on Zemo every once in a while, it wasn’t too hard with the Sokovian news constantly obsessing over him. He married the woman he moved onto, the one you always saw making out with him. You suppose he truly must have loved her because it was your birthday when his son was born. While he celebrated the happiest day of his life you spent the day at the bottom of a bottle drinking away the loneliness. You still remember the moment you found out what had happened to Sokovia. You hadn’t been back there in years but it was still your home, where you had all of your fond memories, now all gone.

You didn’t see anything in the news about Zemo after that, he and his family completely vanished so you had to assume the worst. Till you finally saw him on the news. It was hardly like the boy you once knew. The Zemo you knew was kind, empathetic, caring, beautiful in every way he could be yet the man you saw there was a murderer, cold-hearted, reckless. What had happened to the boy you once knew?

You could make guesses, his family was nowhere in sight and you could only imagine how losing the woman you love and your child could hurt you. You hated imagining all the pain Zemo has gone through.

“Yes, I remember seeing him on the news,” you tell Sam. Both you and Zemo stared at each other, your eyes unwavering.

He knew who you were. He knew from the moment you turned around that corner. As he watched you warmly greet Sam and shake hands with Bucky. He watched the person he never thought he would see again stand right in front of him, not even noticing him.

But now you stood there, staring him down. Both of you almost speaking through your eyes. Would the other one bring up the past? Try to acknowledge all that has happened between you or is that dead, left forgotten. Will you two pretend to have never met before, letting years of memories fade.

Zemo was first to speak.

“I see my reputation isn’t too favourable”

“That’s what you get for blowing up the UN,” you say scowling at him as you cross your arms

Zemo opens his mouth to say something but Sam gets here first, “Y/n served in the Army with me so you better be careful with what you say Zemo”

Zemo’s eyes then flicker back to you tilting his head, like he always used to do, in interest.

“Why is he even here?” you ask, finally pulling your eyes away from him to Sam and Bucky

Sam turns to Bucky with a plastered on a fake smile, “Why don’t you explain Bucky”

Bucky sighs as he glances over to you, “As Sam mentioned to you on the call we are trying to track down this group of super-soldiers called the Flag Smashers. We need Zemo here to help us track down where they got the serum and help us so no one else becomes a super-soldier”

“And you trust him?” you scoff, glaring back to Zemo who just smirked at you

“We have no other choice” Bucky mutters, scowling over at Zemo

“I can assure you, I won’t do anything to betray your trust. For once all of our goals are aligned that it would do us no good to go against each other.”

“I’ll hold judgment till later,” you reply bitterly.

Swifty Zemo swings on the heels of his feet, turning around to start walking away, obviously expecting all of you to follow him. Sighing in annoyance you trail after him.

As you had predicted both you and Zemo were pretending to not know each other, perhaps for the sake of the mission or perhaps for the sake of your well beings. You’re not sure if you could cope even acknowledging the past you two had. He’d been the person you had been closest to, someone you shared all your secrets, all your thoughts and feelings with. Someone who you would have taken a bullet for in the blink of an eye and to suddenly lose all of that, it wrecked you. You had finally managed to build yourself up again, to try and move on and then he comes straight back into your life. It’s as if there is some strange omnipotent god up there and it loved to torment every waking moment of your life.

“So all this time you’ve been rich?” Sam asks and you all catch up with Zemo and see him walking towards what you assumed was his private aeroplane.

“I’m a Baron, Sam, my family was royalty till your friends blew up my country”

There was a slight change of tone for when he said ‘my’ not enough for Sam and Bucky to pay attention to it but enough for you to feel the slight twist in your heart as you thought back to the country that used to be yours, long ago.

As you got closer you observed a man standing by the plane, ready to welcome Zemo aboard and you felt your heart stop for a moment. Oeznik. The man had aged since you last saw him, he had fallen to the tolling of time but he still had those warm, caring eyes.

Memories swept over you of your childhood as you observed him. He has always been Zemo’s assistant, hired by Zemo’s parents when they were much younger. You could remember times when you and Zemo would be running down the corridors, not where you were supposed to be and Oeznik would find you two, not telling you off but smiling at you two, saying how Zemo’s parents were looking for him. He would sneak you two Turkish delights even if it was only an hour before dinner. Anywhere you two wanted to go he would drive you there. Whenever you slept over he would prepare your favourite meals, making sure everything was just how you liked in the room you would stay in. He was almost like another father figure to you and Zemo.

And now there he was, greeting Zemo. Zemo kissed him on the cheeks fondly before heading inside. Sam and Bucky both follow up but you take a moment to turn to look at him.

“Oeznik” you whisper

He smiles warmly down at you, placing his hand on the side of your arm. “It’s good to see you again madam”

You nod your head, unable to say anymore without letting your emotions get the better of you so you choose to head inside.

You could feel his eyes on you as you enter. You glance up to him and you know he knows why you took a little longer to get onto the plane. It was that knowing look in his eye, the slight twinkle of amusement but also sadness.

You frown realising you’d have to take a seat opposite Zemo, Sam and Bucky already choosing to sit on the other side, showing their dislike for him. You freeze for just a moment making Zemo gesture to the seat in front of him, smirking as he tilts his head. You huff, not bothering to hide your displeasure, taking the seat in front of him but refusing to even look at him.

A few minutes later Zemo chuckles as Oeznik brings out two drinks, a glass of champagne which he offers to Zemo, and a glass of rum which he offers to you. You’re favourite drink. After all this time he still remembered.

You kindly thanked Oeznik, taking the glass as you avoid the confused eyes of Sam who was wondering why you got a drink and he didn’t and the eyes of Zemo, which held an emotion you couldn’t quite recognise.

“The food is out but I will see if there is some good food in a gallery,” he tells Zemo and starts to turn away but then Zemo speaks.

“If it doesn’t pass the food test, give it to them,” he says, speaking in sokovian and gesturing to Sam and Bucky.

You weren’t prepared for the surge of pain in your heart as you heard Zemo use the language of your people. Though it had been over twenty years since you last heard it, you could still remember it perfectly.

Oeznik laughs, “It’s good to have you back sir,” he says, then nods to you before leaving again. Zemo smiles at Sam and Bucky, enjoying the notion of how they didn’t know what he said, before his eyes swiftly turn back to you, knowing you know exactly what he said.

He takes a swing of his drink before speaking again, “It’s kind of him to remember your go-to drink” he says in Sokovian.

And there it was. The first acknowledgement of the past between you two. Your eyes burn into his head as you realise just what he was doing. It was a test. He spoke in Sokovian for just you to understand, seeing if you were to take the bait and talk back in Sokovian. He wanted to see if you were willing to acknowledge the past between you two as well.

But Sam and Bucky had no idea where you were from. As far as they knew from your accent you were American and you planned to keep that secret. You weren’t going to play in Zemo’s little game, you refused to take your turn. Instead, ignoring what he had said to stare at the ground.

He waits for a few moments before accepting you weren’t going to reply. Sighing he turns to Sam and Bucky.

“You don’t know what it’s like to be locked in a cell” he starts “Oh, that’s right, you do” he then carries on, taunting them. If he can’t mess with you then he’ll mess with them.

“Why don’t you tell us about where you are going” Sam replies, ignoring Zemo’s attempt at taunting.

Zemo then instead turns to the book in his hand, thumbing through it. “Sorry, I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?” he asks turning to Bucky

Instantly Bucky was out of his seat, his hand around Zemo’s throat pulling him back as he leans in towards his face.

“If you touch that again, I’ll kill you” he whispers

Zemo nods as Bucky lets him go, letting out a slight breath he had been holding in. Bucky glares as Zemo has he takes his seat again.

“I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.”

“But you’re not sorry” you abruptly say, making all eyes turn to you. “Ever since we’ve sat down you’ve been taunting us, trying to stir up trouble. Soon your annoyance will outweigh any use you have for us”

“I’m sorry if I have caused you any offence, Princess, it is never my intention to upset any of you”

But it was. It fucking was. Because he knew just how much pain that nickname brought to your heart. Princess. That’s what he had always referred to you as when you dated. In his eyes, you were a princess, his princess. You clench your jaw, trying to stop the tears that swelled in your eyes. Something Zemo picked up on and himself felt pained seeing your reaction.

“Don’t call her Princess. Her name is y/n” Sam says, glaring at Zemo.

“My apologies, it was my fault to refer to your girl like that”

Instantly both yours and Sam’s eyes widen at his words.

“We’re not, that’s not-” Sam starts to say, fumbling with his words

“We’re just friends” you but in, glaring at Zemo for you knew why he said that.

“Y-yeah” Sam replies, looking between you and Zemo as you stare at each other. Zemo tilts his head slightly, the edge of his lips twitching up.

“I see”

“Now perhaps you could stop taunting us, Zemo, and answer Sam’s original question about where the hell we are going”

If you had blinked you would have missed it but just for a split second, as his last name fell from your lips, you could see him flinch. These days everyone referred to him by his last name, never his first name. And although in the past you had always called him by his first name, you, like them, were using his last name. That hurt more than he thought it would.

“I’m afraid I can’t say just yet, but all will be relieved in due time’

You just groan, rolling your eyes and then choosing to stare out the window trying to forget all about the man that sat in front of you.

Hoping to alleviate the conversation Sam nods to the book Bucky took back from Zemo.

“I’ve seen that book, it’s Steve’s book for when he came out of the ice. I told him about trouble man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What did you think?”

“I like 40’s music so…” Bucky grumpily replies

“You didn’t like it!?” Sam exclaims leaning forward

“I liked it”

“It’s a masterpiece James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African American experience” Zemo buts in, speaking with his hands as he looks over to Bucky

Sams’s eyes face moves from looking at Bucky, to looking at Zemo then back to Bucky.

“He’s out of line, but he’s right. It’s great. Everybody likes Marvin Gaye”

Inside your head, you scoff at Zemo as he talked as if he was sophisticated with music, ‘like you didn’t listen to Nirvana all the time’ you thought. From that point you ignored what they were saying, sipping your drink as you stare out the window. Today had taken a complete turn from what you ever could have imagined it would have turned out to be. And little did you know it was about to get a whole lot messier.

“No fucking way. You can’t make me do that”

“You have to if you want to blend in for the mission” Zemo explains

“She can blend in, in many other ways, she doesn’t have to pretend to be your partner,” Sam says arguing for you

“They will be suspicious of her though and it could risk the whole mission but if she was my partner they wouldn’t be suspicious”

“He’s right y/n” Bucky adds, “I don’t want to be doing this either but if we want to find out where the super-soldier serum has come from we need to”

Zemo nods to Bucky in thanks and then looks to you, the corner of his lip twitching up in amusement that Bucky was backing him up and seeing your anger.

He was deliberately trying to antagonise you. Making you pretend to be his partner for the mission, was his way to get back at you for the pain you caused him when you broke things off. You didn’t think you could cope with having to pretend to be his partner for it, it would just bring up all the pain of what had been lost between you two, what you had to let go of. But they were right. You had to do it for the sake of the mission. If Bucky could pretend to the winter soldier again for the mission the least you could do was this.

“Are you seriously taking his side Bucky, if she doesn’t want to be that then-” Sam starts to argue but you cut him off.

“It’s okay Sam, Bucky’s right I need to do it”

Sam opens his mouth in surprise and then moves over to stand in front of you, placing his hand on your shoulder. “No you don’t y/n, don’t listen to them”

You place your hand over Sam’s hand on your shoulder, rubbing it slightly. “I’ll be okay with it Sam. It’s not like I’d be dating him”

Your eyes flicker to Zemo who had been glaring at Sam now turned his eyes to you, his lips almost twitching into a frown but he stops them.

“I won’t wear that dress though,” you say, your eyes looking down to the short dress Zemo held in his arms.

He opens his mouth to argue against that as well but you stop him, “No Zemo, I won’t be wearing that, that is final”

He bites back his words, smacking his lips together as he nods, “If that is what you wish”

You weren’t ashamed of your prosthetic leg. It was a reminder to you for all you had given to people. But you weren’t about to walk around Madripoor with it being showed off to everyone. And a part of you wasn’t ready for Zemo to see you with it, though you don’t know why.

You hadn’t been to Madripoor before but it didn’t surprise you that Zemo knew the place well. It looked like the shady place you would find him in. As soon as you stepped out of the car Zemo’s arm wrapped around your waist. It fitted like nothing had changed in the time between. Your face instantly turned to him to tell him to let go but he held his finger up to your lips to stop you, “For appearance y/n, you are after all, for this evening, my partner”

Begrudgingly you accept it and don’t try to move his arm away as you walk together. Sam walks up beside you and as you turn to look at him he rolls his eyes. You chuckle at Sam then felt Zemo’s grip on your waist tighten.

As you walk into the bar Zemo takes a seat on the stool. You glance around but all the other seats had been taken. Smirking Zemo pats his lap, “Hop on princess”

You grasp onto his shoulder, pinching it harshly to cause him some pain as you position yourself on his lap, but he just chuckles at your reaction, his hand instantly going to rest on your tigh which was thankfully covered by your trousers.

“Don’t call me princess” you whisper angrily to him

He leans forward, his lips by your ear as you feel his breath, “We have to make it realistic princess, plus I think that would be the sought of a nickname I would give you if we were dating”

He presses a lip to your cheek as he pulls back from you, chuckling as he sees how your cheeks heat up and the glare you grace him with.

“Hello gentlemen and lady,” the barman says finally coming over to you, “I wasn’t expecting the smiling tiger”

“His plans changed, we have a business to do, with Selby,” Zemo says, trying to take over all conversation so no one gave themselves away.

“And she does as well?” he asks, nodding to you

“Anywhere I go she goes with me” Zemo replies, chuckling as he looks at you with a smile on his lips

“Isn’t that right princess?”

You try your best to push back the anger you felt, instead, forcing a smile as you look back at Zemo, “Of course my love” you tell him then leans forward to place a quick peck on his lips.

As your lips lightly brush against his you could hear the slight hitch in his breath and as you lean your head on his chest you wonder if he could feel how fast your heart was beating in your chest.

It’s just for appearances, that’s all you tell yourself but even though it was brief you could still feel the warmth of his lips on yours, that comforting feeling that you hadn’t felt in so long and it was as if all the buried emotions you had come flooding back. Here you were sitting on his lap, kissing him as if nothing had changed and for a moment you wondered if that could be the case. Could you two go back to what time was like before?

But you couldn’t. Not only was it down to the fact that Zemo was a wanted criminal, but he had moved on from you. He fell in love with another, he married her. Any feelings he had for you were long gone and this was just him messing with you, and you didn’t want to let him know the feelings you still had for him after all this time.

The barman seems to accept your display though, choosing to focus on Sam instead as he makes him his ‘usual’ drink.

Zemo orders you and him a drink which you thankfully take from his hand, hoping to drown your feelings away with the alcohol.

A man comes up behind you and instantly Zemo lifted you off your lap, pushing you behind him as he stands up to face the man.

“Got word from on high, you’re not welcomed here,” he tells Zemo,

“Hm” Zemo replies, nodding as he takes the man’s words, “I have no business with the power broker, but if he insists he can either come talk to me...” he finishes, nodding over to Bucky

“Or bring Selby for a chat”

The man leaves as Bucky looks over to Zemo. As Zemo turns around once again his arm wraps around your waist.

“A power broker, really?”

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray we stay under his radar”

“Do you know him?” you ask and Zemo looks down at you amused by your question, “Only by reputation”

“In Madripoor he is judge, jury and executioner”

Zemo’s eyes focus now on another man coming towards him. Turning back around to the bar he speaks to Bucky in Russian just as the man places his hand on Zemo’s shoulder. You all turn around to watch as Bucky grabs the man and starts to attack him. You’d seen violence before but it still made you wince knowing how Bucky didn’t want to do this.

After one particular nasty hit without thinking your hand grasps onto his hand, needing something to hold on to. As soon as you realised what you had done you swiftly try to pull your hand back but Zemo holds onto it tight, refusing to let it go. You could feel his gaze turn to you but you choose to ignore his cocky face and instead focus on Bucky.

You stand out of the way as Bucky slams the man onto the table and Zemo leans forward to let Bucky know not to take it too far. That was your ticket though as then you were being shown the way to see Selby.

The meeting itself wasn’t too bad. Zemo held onto your hand as he pulled you over to sit with him. He talked to Selby while you just sat on his lap. Selby didn’t pay any attention to you, which you were thankful for. Things were going smoothly until Sam’s phone ringed.

That’s how you found yourself running along with Bucky, Sam and Zemo avoiding gunfire. As you ran you heard one gunfire and felt your prosthetic leg move slightly as the bullet went straight through it.

Zemo must have seen what happened as well, but not knowing you had a prosthetic leg, he wrapped his arms suddenly around your legs, picking you up bridal style. He ran off to the side, leaving Bucky and Sam behind as he hid you down an alleyway.

“Zemo let go of me!” you hissed, hitting him in the chest as he stopped running. He instead places you on the ground, growling at you not to move as he starts to check all his pockets in his coats. Instead, you do move, getting up off the floor and he looks at you angrily. “I said don’t move! You’ll injure yourself more”

You lean down and jank up slightly the trouser leg, showing the fake metallic leg underneath.

“I’m fine Zemo! It’s fake. Now we need to go and find Sam and Bucky”

But Zemo was frozen, staring down at your leg in shock. Because at that moment was the realisation for him. All this time he had been teasing you, testing the waters of how far he could push you to admit to the past. Messing around with you as if you were two lovesick teenagers again. But you had both changed, and he was refusing to realise that until now. Because he didn’t want to acknowledge the fact you were no longer the woman he once knew. The one person he knew better than himself and he had still half-believed that was the case until now. You had a fake leg, lost in what he assumed was the army which you and Sam had been in. He didn’t know because the truth was you were almost a stranger to him now, and he hated that. He just wanted things to be the way they once were. That’s what he desperately craved but it couldn’t be.

“Okay,” he simply says and nods, finally pulling his gaze away from your leg and up to you. Following your lead, he chases after you to find out where Sam and Bucky had gone.

Sam paced around the main room of Sharon’s house. His mind was occupied with so many thoughts it was hard to concentrate but there was one that stuck out like a splinter in a thumb. What the hell was going on between you and Zemo? He wasn’t stupid he could pick up on something, the looks two you gave each other, the tension in the air, the way you reacted when you first saw him. Sam considered himself your best friend, though you two hadn’t seen each other in ages. So it bugged him how this was obviously something big to you, and he didn’t know what it was.

Zemo sat at the table by the side, quietly drinking some whiskey. Both you and Bucky had decided to retire for the night while Sam decided to stay up just so he could find out the truth.

“You look like you are trying to burn a hole through my head by the way you are staring at me Sam” Zemo says, finally looking up from his glass to Sam who was glaring at him.

“Is something the matter?” he asks

“You and y/n. What’s up with that”

Zemo chuckles, looking back down into his glass, “Ah that”

“I’m her best friend, I know everything about her, apart from this apparently”

Zemo’s eyes snapped back to Sam but this time there was no amusement in them, instead a angry glaze as he frowned, “Best friend?” he repeats, standing up and walking over to Sam. “You hardly know her at all”

Sam scoffs as he raises an eyebrow at Zemo attempting to get into his face. “And you do?”

“Yes” Zemo instantly replies, “I know she was born in Novia Grand, Sokovia. Just like me. I know which schools she attended, the same as mine, I know what her favourite meals are, we had them whenever she came round to my house. I know her favourite band, I took her to their first concert. I know everything little thing about her Sam, and you know nothing”

Sam’s eyes widen at Zemo’s confession, realisation dawning on him. “You were childhood friends”

“More than friends Sam, we were lovers. We were the first people we dated, we were each other first kiss, we were each other first time” Zemo claims as if bragging to Sam

“Yet you didn’t know she was in the Army, you didn’t know she had a prosthetic leg did you?” Sam asks and when he sees the slight fall in Zemo’s face he smiles, “You used to know her Zemo, but obviously, you don’t know the person I know now”

With a pair of tweezers lent to you from Sharon, you pull your trouser leg up and search around in your prosthetic leg attempting to find the bullet lodged inside and pull it out. You could see the bullet but you couldn’t quite get the right angle to pull it out making you groan in annoyance.

You were about to throw the tweezers across the room in anger when you heard a knock against the door. You were currently sitting in one of Sharon’s guest rooms as lot were staying at Sharon’s place for the night to rest up then go and find the scientist tomorrow morning.

“Y/n?” you hear his voice call out from the other side

You sigh rolling your eyes, “What do you want” you snap

“May I come in? We need to talk”

“I don’t want to talk”

You hear the click of the door and Zemo pushes it open to stare at you in a slight annoyance. His eyes then move down to the tweezers in your hand and your leg. He takes a few steps towards you, his hand out as he closes the door.

“Let me”

You hesitate for a moment but finally, give in and hand him the tweezers. He pulls out a seat beside you and gently puts the tweezers through the hole in your leg.

“How did it happen?” he asks as he concentrates on your leg while at the same time trying to create polite conversation.

“Like most injuries out there. One of the soldiers was on the floor, shot a round of bullets into my leg. The doctor there couldn’t save my leg so I had to get it amputated”

He nods, finally grasping the bullet with the tweezers and started to pull it out. “Serving in the army, it’s admirable. Something very like you. I was in the Sokovian armed forces. EKO scorpion”

You nod as you watch him pull the bullet out and place it to the side. “I remember reading about it in the news”

His eyes, flickering to you, glimmer with amusement. “So you kept track of me?”

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he caught you out. You glance away from his intense stare instead to the table. “Did you really expect that I didn’t? You once were my best friend Zemo. It’s hard to let that go. I saw you got married, had a child. I’m sorry about what happened to them”

It was Zemo’s turn to look away now, feeling the pain in his heart ignite as he thinks back to his previous family. “My son, he was born on your birthday”

“I’m surprised you remember my birthday”

He smiles slightly, finally turning his eyes back to yours, “Of course I do. Every year I’d drink a toast to you. You said that I was your best friend and hard to let go of that. Well, it’s the same both ways y/n. I couldn’t just forget about your existence.”

“I had to leave” you whisper

“I know. I know why you left, and I know why you broke up with me in the first place”

Your eyes flash to his in surprise and widen seeing how they were swarmed with tears. “Because of my family, they never would of let us marry because of your status. Y/n I would have left all of that behind for you, without a second thought”

Shaking your head you reply, “I couldn’t have asked that of you Zemo”

“And that’s one of the reasons why you are so perfect. You always put me before you, now this time I am asking you to finally let yourself choose. If you want me to leave say and I will leave. But if you don’t say I will stay with you, and I won’t let you leave again”

“We’re not who we once were, Helmut” you mutter, finally letting yourself use his first name and with that, he already knew your choice. His hand goes up to cradle the side of your face gently, moving it nearer to him.

“Then let’s discover each other, all over again”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he pushed his lips on you, fitting perfectly against yours as if they were made for you. He poised there, hoping he wasn’t being too forward but his lips smirked as you started to move your lips on him, crashing them on top of his for action, which he kindly gave.

His tongue poked your bottom lip, begging for entrance. One which you allow as you wrap your fingers behind his neck, getting tangled in his hair.

You could hardly believe this is where you were, once again with Zemo, his lips upon yours, desire between your legs. In the last twenty years, you had often dreamt of reuniting with Zemo, experiencing this moment again but you never thought it would happen. But here you were.

His hands travelled down your back, swooping under your butt as you wrapped your leg around his waist. Swiftly he lifts you off the chair and walks you over to the bed, placing you down on it and crawling on top of you.

His lips trail down your cheek, across your jawline and down onto your neck, sucking on that delicate pulse spot. A moan escapes from your lips and he pulls back chuckling. “For so long now I’ve longed to hear you moan for me Princess”

You just groan, your hand pushing his face back into your neck making him laugh but he quickly goes back to making a hickey on it. His fingers trail down to your shirt, slowly lifting it and once again he pulls away to be able to lift the shirt off you.

He holds back for a moment to admire your beauty. His hands move behind your back and swiftly undoes the clasps on your bra, tugging it off. He groans seeing you for all your glory and buries his head in your boobs. ‘Oh how I have missed these’

While his mouth latches onto your breasts, smothering them in kisses as his hands go to undo the buttons on your trousers. He starts to tug them down, with no sense of being gentle but rather a primal urge taking over him. He manages to tug them off you and then his lips move down even further. He trails his tongue from your breasts down your belly, leaving a trail of saliva. As he reaches your underwear, his teeth latch onto it. With a slight groan from his lips, he then pulls them off, sliding them down your legs and flicking them off to the floor along with your other discarded clothes.

He sighs in contentment as he buries his face into the side of your thigh as his fingers trail your prosthetic leg. Leaning forward he places a kiss on it, then trails upwards, littering it in soft kisses. The only softness you’ll be experiencing tonight.

As you feel him get nearer your core you let out a shudder in anticipation, as you shudder you feel his lips suddenly press against your core. He instantly latches into your clit, his tongue dancing on it, twisting it in circular motions. Your hands instantly grasp his hair, holding him close to your core, not letting him go. Not that he ever want to. Sandwiched between your legs is where he belonged.

“If I remember correctly, you always liked this part”

You let out a shocked gasp as suddenly a finger presses against your entrance and then slips inside of you, with ease from how wet you have become. He slides the finger all the way into the end, letting a moan rip out of your throat.

“It seems I do remember correctly”

“Instead of commentating everything why don’t you put that mouth to good use” you groan, pushing his face back into your crotch. His tongue instantly went back to your clit as he started to thrust his finger in and out of you, making sure it brushes against your walls. As you start to let more little moans he thrusts another finger inside, opening slightly to stretch you out.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening as he worked his tongue on your clit and his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace. Then his fingers hit just at that right spot and your walls fluttered around him. You hardly got enough time to choke out a warning before you were gushing all over his fingers. When your climax started to edge away he pulled his face back from your clit, removing his fingers and while holding your eye contact he stuck his tongue out, lapping up your juices on his fingers.

He moans slightly as he licks it up, his eyes fluttering half close, ‘Mine Gott, I forgot just how good you tasted’

“Well let’s see if you are as good with that dick as you were in the past” you tease, pulling his face towards your to encompass in another kiss. As your hands hold his face to yours his fingers feel up the side of your waist, ghosting over your skin creating goosebumps.

You could sense when his fingers started to trail to his trousers though and you pull away from his lips making him whine.

“Strip for me”

He tilts his head smirking as he looks up into your playful eyes. “As you wish my princess,” he says as he climbs off you, standing at the end of the bed. Slowly he tugs off his large coat off, laying it on the side of the bed. Next, he works on his turtleneck, slowly tugging it up to his chest, then over his head. Soon it joins the steady growing pile of discarded clothes. Next, he quickly tugged down his trousers and boxers, his patience starting to wear thin.

As he pulled them down exposing his dick you hummed in approval. “Now isn’t that a sight for sore eyes”

“And you were complaining at me for talking” Zemo murmurs, stepping forward to crawl back onto you but your hold your hand up to stop him. “Put the coat back on”

“I see in our time apart you’ve become more demanding,” he says as he picks up the coat and slides it back onto his naked body. As he finally gets to crawl back on top of you, you grasp the fur collar and pull him closer to your face.

You run your fingers through his hair, making it even messier than it was before. Parts of it fell onto his forehead. His hands move down to hold his dick by your entrance, rubbing it against your folds. For a moment he hesitates, moving his head to rest against your forehead in anticipation.

“You’re still as beautiful as when I last saw you”

With that, he pushes into you, rather quickly because of how desperate he was to feel you around him. As he bottoms out he groans, pushing his face into the crook of the neck as you grasp the back of his head gasping. He stays still for a minute, treasuring the feeling of your walls clasping onto him. Then slowly he pulls mostly out of you, till just his head hung in your, and then thrust back into you.

He started to pick up speed, hearing the increase of your moans against his ear. His grunts and moans start to intertwine with yours as you both chase your pleasure.

“Gott, you are so perfect my princess. You feel so good around me” he’d groan into your ear as his hips thrust repeatedly into your, the sounds echoing on the walls of the room. His fingers sneak down your belly to your core, rubbing against your clit. Instantly your back was arched and your fingers grasped onto the coat.

“God Helmut, I don’t remember you being this good” you moan and with your words he speeds up, pumping inside of you. His head kept brushing up inside that perfect spot inside and with his fingers twisting on your clit you could feel your climax steadily approaching.

“H-Helmut, I’m going to, soon I’m-” you tried to get out between moans but there was no need to as Zemo could feel how close you were for the way your walls clung around him tightly.

“Come for me Princess, let me feel you. I need to feel you again my love, after so long”

And his words were music to your ears as you feel the knot within you snap and your wetness gushing over his dick. Zemo bites down on your neck, trying to be gentle, as he feels your walls grasp you even tiger as he thrusts into you. Not long after he felt his own release coming and as you lay there panting he thrusts in time to his release until he squeezed out every last drop.

He hovers over you for a moment, panting, wanting to remain in your warmth for just a moment longer but eventually he pulls out and collapse beside you.

He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side, burying his face in your hair.

“Thank you Helmut” you whisper

“No my princess, thank you for forgiving me for everything I’ve ever done to you. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I don’t deserve your love but I desperately need it. I won’t lose you again my darling”

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