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poolseason · 2 months ago

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[NINJAGELION AU]

i've had this Ninjago x Evangelion/Mecha crossover au brewing in my head for years now, felt like revisiting it

Long post under the cut: Backstories, design notes and character lore

Mechs:

Unit-01 (WIP) : Lloyd's mech, supposed to resemble an Oni. It's primarily a dark purple with glowing green panels and orange accents, with 2 horn like antannae. It's 4 eyes are actually an LCD display. Unit-01's color scheme the same as from the source material, bc purple green and gold are plot relevant colors for Lloyd specifically. The weapons this unit uses are short-swords, plasma blasters, and it's bare fists(lol). This mech is prone to going berserk a lot, possibly due to it's pilot's mental instability.

(In NGE, the mech's are possessed by a spirit of their parents or loved ones, I'm indecisive on if Garmadon is the ghost in Lloyd's mech or Misako. Last time I was thinking about this au, Misako was possessing it, but i'm sort of leaning towards Garmadon again. idk idk.....)

Unit-02 (WIP): Built to resemble a samurai with dragon like elements that glow red. This mech is built for but land and undersea combat, making it the most versatile machine on the force. It's equipped with a retractable sword and an acid blaster. It's possessed by a former scientist named Nyad.

Pilots (and Cole):

Cole is a captain, (looking to be promoted to major) and is the head of the New Ninjago City base's combat division. He sort of a silly dude and while he takes his job really seriously, he's also prone to unprofessionalism. He personally oversees the pilots training and coaches them during fights. When Commander Garmadon and Assistant Head Wu refuse to take Lloyd in when he arrives at NNC, Cole decides to take the kid in himself and be the parental figure he doesn't have. Cole's got a complicated relationship with his own family, especially after his mother died saving him the Second Impact 20 years ago, now he vows to destroy all the darkness monsters that are invading.

Zane is sort of a mysterious guy. He's an artifical lifeform created specifically to pilot any mech but he usually fights in the prototype, Unit-00. Unit-01 doesn't seem to like him, and never responds to him. His suit is mostly grayscale, white armor, and light blue accents. His neural interface comes with a visor to help him see better. His primary relationships are Cole, Dr Pixal Borg, who is his personal doctor and (almost) confidant, Wu, who he has a father-son esque relationship with, and Lloyd his first true friend. He doesn't see much value in himself because he can always be replaced with a different copy, but his time with his friends starts to teach him otherwise

Nya and her supervising officer Kai are from Ignacia and joined the NINJA-go battle mech program through their connection with their parents, who were officers of the organization. But after a terrible accident following the Second Impact, they were left orphaned. Kai was too old to qualify as a pilot, but Nya was the perfect candidate. She began training at age 13, and became the strongest fighter on the force. Now at nineteen, the darkness monsters are now attacking and she (and her brother) are transferred to the New Ninjago City base, which seems to be the epicenter of the attacks, and now the the former solo-flyer has to learn to be a part of a team. She's a bit arrogant and prickly and a kindhearted friend to the other pilots, and she's got a bit of a crush on Junior Technician Jay Walker. Nya's suit design is definitely the most personalized primarily blue with grey, and darker blue and red accents with white armor, actually she ended looking a little like D.Va lol.

Lloyd, is the youngest pilot on the team now, but he's still a minor so he has to deal with the joys of school alongside his new life as a mech fighter. Having been unexpectedly summoned to Ninjago City by his estranged Uncle Wu and pressured into fighting the invading monster, Lloyd is apprehensive about his new double life, but this responsibility bestowed on him now means he now has friends and people who care about him, a far cry from the abusive boarding school he was abandoned at. Lloyd's a moody kid, with some anger issues and unresolved trauma at something terrible he witnessed when he was a young child, but he's also an empathetic kid who's willing to help everyone he meets. Lloyd has a sibling like rivalry with Nya, big brother(teetering on fatherly) relationship with Cole and Kai, a crush on the girl from school who punched him Akita, and really strained relationship with his parents and uncle. Beyond that he has a friendship with his mysterious colleague Zane that he doesn't really understand. Lloyd's suit is the most simple of the pilot suits, mostly green with white armor and gold accents. He didn't really think too much about it, other than asking Jay to make it green. His neural interface is also pretty simple, since he has an bizarrely high natural sync rate with his mech, which resemble little horns.

MISC Lore:

The second impact was an event where humanity fucked around and found out on the Dark Island and and entity called the Overlord awakened from hibernation, causing a near apocalypse that left Ninjago in an eternal heatwave. 20 years later these dragon-like monsters have started attacking trying to get to something being held deep below Ninjago City (source dragon? FSM as a dragon? firstbourne?? some kind of Dragon is under the base)

Zane promised Lloyd that he'll bring snowy winters back for him, and even though Lloyd thinks that was a rare moment of cheesiness from his friend, little did he know that Zane was going to cause an Ice Age during the climax.

Only people born after the second impact are viable candidates to pilot the NINJA mechs. When Kai learned of this he was furious that he couldn't be the one to avenge his family, and had to watch his sister fight and train instead. But in spite of his anger he made it a personal mission to get power in the organization and uncover the conspiracy behind the Second Impact and the attacking monsters.

Unit-00 is a prototype mech and isn't equipped for most combat scenarios, so Zane is primarily a long-range fighter and sniper. Zane might be replaceable to the force but Unit-00 isn't. Unit-00 was originally designed by Dr. Julien, but the man went mad and under mysterious circumstances, he was found dead inside it's entry plug alongside Zane's original iteration, Echo. After that incident, testing began on it, the original test pilot was a 24 year old, Morro, who was personally recruited by Wu, but the synchronization failed and disaster struck again, ending with Unit-00 going berserk, and another casualty. A similar incident happened with Zane, and later Lloyd, though they survive. Wu just needs to learn that Unit-00 really hates new pilots, and Zane is the only successful pilot for it.

Unit-01 is also a very testy machine, it only likes Lloyd, and goes berserk if it feels that Lloyd is in danger. Otherwise it doesn't respond to anyone else.

Cole and Kai might have hooked up in grad school, no one really knows for certain.

Pixal is the second Borg to join the organization, her father Cyrus Borg was one of the original researchers, and the person who designed the Geofront system that allowed the inhabited buildings in New Ninjago City to safely go underground and become a fortress on the surface. Pixal is more interested in the actual NINJA mechs and combat division research more than the civilian safety r&d, and she becomes the Head Scientist by the time the story begins.

Pixal the second in command to Cole, and her assistant is 23 year old genius Jay Walker, fresh out of an engineering degree and landed himself in the most insane secret government organization. Skylor and Dareth are the two other lead technicians. But Dareth's not too amazing at his job, admittedly.

The NINJA mechs aren't just machines,, they're enormous building sized cyborgs, and are actually alive creatures being held under armor. Unit-00 and 02 are cloned only from the dragon held under the Ninjago City base, but Unit-01 is cloned from the Overlord and the Dragon, making it a hybrid.

Throughout the story Cole and Kai begin to uncover a conspiracy orchestrated by the Commander and (reluctant accomplice Wu) and a mysterious council, with plans to destroy to world and rewrite reality, and for some reason Zane and Lloyd are at the center of it.

#doodles #ninjagelion au #lego ninjago #mecha au #whoooowhwhah tadaaaa i bestow upon ye. my favorite crossover!#this is a really old AU you MIGHT have seen it before on my old blog #I'm obsessed with both evangelion and ninjago and it's my mission to make that everyone's problem lol #drawing those plugsuit designs were really really fun my favorite is probably Nya's. which i did first. haha it might show #the mech designs are still under works. especially Lloyd's it must be perfect and... that's not there yet.#random design thing but everyone has white armor and headset things. just one little unifying feature that i like #also the story is not really a 1:1 with nge but a lot of the big points are there. still thinking on some lore about Kai and #obviously i gotta decide if commander garmadon is misako or dad. and who should be possessing unit-01 #i feel like if garm is in 01 it would be really impactful though #if you want a basic sidebyside though... lloyd-shinji zane-rei nya-asuka cole-misato pixal-akagi #lloyd garmadon #zane julien #nya ninjago #cole ninjago #kai ninjago #pixal borg #master wu #jay walker

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outtathisworld-imagines · 24 days ago

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Tattletale

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Pairing: John Walker x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut! +18 MDNI! Oral (fem! and M!rec), intercourse, swearing, unprotected sex- pls wrap before you tap! Fluff, angst, some injury mentions. Not proofread 🥲

A.N: Am I a John Walker Stan now? Yes. 🫡

Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨

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“Get your fuckin’ ass out of my way!”

“Then stop staring at it and move your own fucking feet!”

The middle of a shootout was not the place to be arguing with John Walker. However, you both often argued regardless of the place and time.

In the kitchen at 6am in the morning, waking everyone up.

Outside in the middle of the night.

Mid-afternoon durning lunch.

The only time you both managed to shut each other up was every and anytime in either of your bedrooms.

Another shot was aimed your way and John instinctively hid you behind his shield, sending you a pointed glare as if saving your life was an inconvenience. You grunted, barging past him to advance forward.

“Uh, you’re welcome, asshole!” He snapped at you.

“Oh my hero…” you drawled out before pinning his back against the wall out of harms way and shooting at the person about to kill him. “You’re welcome, asshole.” You snapped back. He pulled you back, double checking he was out of the rest of team’s sight before pressing a forceful kiss to your lips. You pulled back and shoved his shoulder “You’re so desperate.”

He smirked “Can you blame me?” He pulled you against him again, not even his armoured material could hide his feelings towards you. You groaned in both disgust and lust before stepping back and rolling your eyes. “What?!” John asked bemused “Is it a crime to be turned on?”

“It is right now.” You gritted, turning a corner and shooting again, pressing your comms to warn the others. “Two moving north!” You tried to walk forward but a finger laced through your back belt loop dragged you back. “Walker!” You quietly hissed, turning around and gripping onto his hard-on, making him whimper and bite down on his lip. He almost begged you to squeeze harder. “Later.” You promised, a devilish smirk ghosting over your face as you leaned in and swiped the very top of your tongue over his tight lips.

Then becoming deadly serious and going back to the mission at hand.

John mouthed a harsh ‘Fuck’ in both annoyance and excitement before following you.

You had a funny old thing going with John. Spending most of the time screaming at him…or for him.

Fighting with him over something stupid and then fighting to stay curled around his body when he encouraged you both to get up and out of bed.

Simultaneously loathing and loving each other at the same time.

He once joked one night after an almost deadly game of ‘strip UNO’- you straddled around his waist him naked with a knife to his neck- between the both of you that you weren’t ‘enemies to lovers’ you were ‘enemies and lovers’. You laughed so much you dropped the knife and kissed him.

“Yelena!” You shouted, noticing her running low on ammo, and tossed her a gun she sent you a thankful nod in return. You found John by your side again, he was almost glued to you.

“You gonna thank me properly later too?” He said and you raised a brow between gunfire. “For saving your life?” You let out an amused snort at his words, Yelena shooting you both a confused glance. “Yelena, Y/N’s gonna be-“

“Kicking his ass, Lena! That’s what I’m gonna do.” You cut him off with a grunt and used your hip to push him away out of the line of danger, shooting someone about to come at him.

The shooting settled, bodies around you and the rest of the team who convened in the one spot, everyone catching their breaths. “So? What’s everyone’s count?” Alexei asked. After the first few missions everyone tried to put a spin on the fact your hands were responsible for deaths- even if the people you killed were the worst the earth had to offer. Whoever got the highest got to pick the night movie they would watch at the weekend.

“Four,” Ava said with a sigh.

“Five,” Yelena and Alexei both chimed

“Eight,” Bucky interjected.

John smirked “Eleven for me.”

They then turned to you, your eyes were on John and just before you opened your mouth your gun raised up and you quickly shot the last remaining assailant that was behind him.

“It was twelve,” you playfully blew away the smoke from the top of your gun “Thirteen.”

“Fuck Y/N!” John helped with his hands over his ears thanks to the ringing in them from the sudden fire. “I thought you were gonna kill me!”

You laughed “If I was gonna do that, I would have already.”

John’s look of fear turned into annoyance, into a deadpanned expression over his features. Everyone started to walk back to the jet, you, John and Bucky trailing slightly behind. He harshly grabbed your ass and you turned to him with your jaw dropped in shock he would be so risky around your teammates.

Of course you had kept this little bubble of whatever you both were between yourselves, the team oblivious but not without their suspicions.

Bucky slowed his pace and cleared his throat, catching both your and John’s attention. “Please tell me you didn’t just touch her ass? Because the thought of reporting any,” he looked John up and down “Harassment…to Val, would be a real pain in my own.” His voice was quiet, ensuring the team didn’t hear. Your eyes widened and John’s features dropped ever so slightly. “Jesus, you two aren’t as discreet as you think.”

You scratched the back of your neck with a tight smile “He didn’t.” You said in a monotone voice. “And if he did, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Hmm…” Bucky mused with pursed lips. “Fine. Just know this- blink twice if you need help Y/N.” He said while looking at John and you suppressed a giggle while John sent him a glare. “Don’t worry guys. It’s safe with me.”

You all sat in the jet, you were across from John, your eyes transfixed on his thighs he had parted when he noticed you staring.

“So Y/N,” Ava broke you from your thoughts. “What’s your movie of choice?”

You smirked “Something really cheesy, something like High School Musical.” You said and John loudly groaned, causing you to laugh. “He’s just scared because Walker cries at High School Musical.” You said without even thinking and the whole team started giggling.

“Yeah well Y/N only watches it because she had a wet dream about Zac Efron once and still has a crush on him.”

You loudly gasped, you told him that in complete confidence after sharing tales from your cringeworthy teenage years one night wrapped up beside him. He laughed just as much then as he was proudly smiling now.

“You’re a fucking tattletale!” You snapped back. “He watches the Golden Girls and listens to old Justin Bieber songs!” You pointed at him. “His favourite is ‘Baby’.”

“You say I’m the fucking tattletale?!” His voice got louder. “Y/N was the one that ate your pudding two nights ago, Alexei!”

“You WHAT?!”

“Walker was the one that shrunk your top Yelena not Bob!” You retaliated.

“The fuck, Walker?” Yelena snapped.

“Y/N was the one that spilled soda on your vibranium arm Bucky.”

“Low blow!” You were almost standing on your seat now and would have been if it wasn’t for the seatbelt.

“You wanna speak of low blows?!” John asked with wide eyes. “How about the time you ‘accidentally’ binned the chocolate cake we were all going to have as a treat because you ‘thought it was out of date’ when in actual fact you ate the whole thing!” His fingers emphasising his commas.

“I absolutely loathe you, you piece of shit! I gave you a bit of that cake to shut you up! You gave me your word!”

“You guys! Enough!” Bucky yelled. “Sweet merciful fuck, argue when we get home. In your own rooms.” He warned and the rest of the brief trip was in silence after the outbursts.

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When you arrived back at the watchtower the team all went thier separate ways while you strode back to your room, John was having to try and keep up but play at cool at the same time.

“Good acting,” he said to you under your breath.

“Oh I wasn’t acting, I really do loathe you. Plus I’m pissed at you too. Double win.” You said as you approached your room door.

John blew a raspberry, closing your room door with his hand just as you opened it, trapping you between him and the doorframe. “So what if I pissed you off? We’re just gonna have make-up sex anyway.” He lowly spoke.

“That’s wrong to think like that,” you folded your arms, trying to be as unfazed as possible.

“If make-up sex is wrong, then I don’t wanna be right.” John leaned closer, his breath fanning over your face.

“Good,” you replied in a voice just as quiet. “Because you’re never right.” You deadpanned and his arm fell just as quickly as his jaw did.

You had the chance to flee into your room, John yelled from the other side of the door. “You still need to thank me too!”

“I saved you more,” you shouted back “You’re the one that should be thanking me!”

“Fuck,” John hissed under his breath and looked down. His body betraying him at the thought of thanking you with his head between your thighs. All that pent up adrenaline from the fighting, from your touch, it hit him all at once and he rushed to his room.

You stood for a moment, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as a thrill rushed through you at the thought of thanking him with his cock in your mouth and his hand gripping your hair.

“Ah shit,” you hissed with a grin and rushed out your room to John’s, temptation was far too great. Regardless if you were a little pissed at John, even hate-fucking him was blissful.

You knocked on his door with your knuckles, the kind he’d know, you were the only person in the world that knocked on his door in morse code. “That was fast,” he said from the other side. “It’s open!”

You quickly slipped into his room and smirked at just how truly desperate he looked. How desperate he looked for you.

“God,” you chortled at the sight of him on the bed already, his pants and boxers thrown to one side of the room and him wearing nothing but a top whist stroking his cock. “You look like fucking Winnie the Pooh,” you joked and liked the door behind you.

John didn’t stop, he continued touching himself as you stripped off in front of him. “I’m too horny to give a shit what you say.” He sat up a little, his hand still keeping a steady pace. Once you were rid of your clothes, your own hand took over and his head fell back, moaning feeling your fingers wrapped around his hard cock. “Missed this. Missed you.” He lifted his head and cupped your cheek, watching you get him off. “Even if you are a tattletale,” he let out a loud groan as you tightly squeezed his cock “FUCK!”

“You’re the one spilling secrets,” your head went closer to the tip of his cock and your tongue lapped up the drips of pre-cum from him. “And just plain spilling.” You teased.

John wickedly laughed “You’re asking for trouble.”

“Well how worse can the trouble get? I already got you.” You smirked and sunk your mouth down his entire length, slowly and with complete purpose.

He let out a drone from deep within his chest feeling your warm mouth around him. He quickly removed his top before you could crack another joke and looked down as your eyes looked up to find his. “That mouth was made for me,” he moaned out, his hand finding your hair as he did what he had hoped to do and gripped onto it.

You groaned against him, pleasure pooling in the pit of John’s stomach, you looked up to him through your lashes, batting your eyes and driving him insane. You pulled back a little, letting your tongue slowly drag up his cock as you spoke to him. “Looks like you’re gonna cum already and I haven’t even been thanked yet…” you teased.

John let out a gruff laugh “Well what are you waiting for?” He asked “Sit on my face. We can thank each other at the same time,” he winked. You smiled, pressed a kiss to the top of his cock before rearranging yourself, your thighs now either side of his head and your pussy practically dripping onto his lips already. John looked at it as if they were the gates of heaven and he bad the key to let him in. You eagerly sat down on his face while your own mouth went back to his cock.

The soft vibrations from moaning against each other spread through your bodies like wild fire. John gripped your shaking thighs as his tongue danced between your folds. “Fuck,” you murmured pulling back a little. “Fuck, John!”

“God, you’re soaking me baby,” he said kissing the inside of your thighs. “Shit I wish you could sit on my face all day, every day tastes so fucking good.” John’s hand slapped your ass and you yelped in delight. Before pulling away from his mouth, causing him to sadly groan.

You shuffled forward and then sunk your pussy down on his cock, both of you not moving for a moment, just enjoying the feel of each other. John let out a low hiss under his breath, you knew he loved reverse cowgirl. “Don’t say I didn’t thank you,” you widely smiled, knowing that he couldn’t see and give him any sort of ego-enhancing gratification.

His hands found your hips and he started to move you just as you slowly started to rock against him. “Shit, I should be thanking you. You know how much I love this,” he started harshly thrusting and you had to lean forward to steady yourself on his knees. He gripped your ass, squeezing tightly as his head fell back and his eyes closed.

Then suddenly something washed over him, it wasn’t his lust lewdly screaming at him.

It was something else.

“Oh, fuck!” Your moans made him open his eyes again “Yes John!” You cried.

“I got- gotta see your face,” he said so under his breath you barely heard him. He gripped on your hips and pulled you from him with, the air leaving his lungs as you left his body, almost in pain at the sensation. He placed you down on the bed and got on top, slipping his cock back inside your pussy that perfectly swallowed him whole. Your eyes were confused as the rest of you contorted with pleasure. John leaned down and kissed your lips, his face still slick with the remains of you. “I ha-had to see your face. Wanna see your face when you cum for me.” He said between kisses.

You moaned, his rough demeanour melting in front of you. “J-john…FUCK! Why?”

His heart had a twinge he hadn’t felt before when you asked him why. You had every right to. It wasn’t often you both got to enjoy the experience with you either pulling his favourite position or him typically fucking you from behind. You knew he loved looking at your ass, you did it for him. He knew that.

Not that he deserved it.

But he felt the shift, it was slow at first. Now it was consuming him.

“I can’t tell you right now,” it came out too quick, too breathless, too incoherent.

The feeling that what he had with you was blossoming. He knew it wasn’t just wasn’t sex anymore- it was soft, almost loving. It was a feeling that he suspected that you never really were enemies.

His orgasm hit him like an electric shock as he came inside you, as he had done so many times before, just never watching each other. You watched him go through his high, his expression sending butterflies though your chest. You gripped onto his forearms as you came moments later after witnessing the sight, John intently watching every perfect expression of sheer pleasure on your face almost made him cum again.

He lay down on you with a gentle thud, his lips kissing your shoulder and up your neck before moving to your lips. He pulled back and watched as you caught your breath, his thumb and forefinger tracing over your cheek. “You wanna tell me now?”

Your voice was soft but it broke through the room like glass shattering. You felt John stiffen. Since his divorce and since being with you, his emotions became far too complex for him to understand most of the time.

But he understood what he had for you.

Your eyes searched for his, his mouth opening and then closing. Then a notification came ringing though, an expected mission. John moved from you too quickly, the sudden loss of him making you wince. “Sorry,” he murmured “We gotta go.” He said grabbing his clothes and leaving you naked and full of him on the bed.

You slowly sat up as he frantically rushed around. “What were you gonna tell me?” You asked again. He stopped mid-dressing and looked at you. A beautiful glowing form in his bed, beautifully fucked, his beautiful girl.

His heart was screaming at him to just tell you, his head being a little more reserved and rational.

“We can talk later Y/N-“

“JOHN!” You yelled, stopping him in his tracks. “Tell me,” you asked “Please…” and softly begged.

You wanted him to say those words you could practically envision on the top of his tongue. You needed him to say them.

The frantic knocking at the door made you both jump. “We gotta go, Walker!” It was Alexei. You frustratingly sighed, standing up and snatching your clothes, slamming the bathroom door behind you. John deeply groaned and placed his head in his hand, mentally kicking himself.

“We’ll get you in the Jet!” He called out.

A moment of silence passed. “We?” Alexei’s voice laced with confusion.

Johns eyes went wide “Shit.”

—•—

Everyone was crowded around Alexei in the jet as he gossiped. “Walker had someone in his room…and look who hasn’t joined us…” he wiggled his brows and the team looked around noticing the severe lack of both John and you. “It’s got to be-“

“We good to go?” John stepped abroad and everyone froze, suddenly feeling caught in conversation.

“Yeah,” Yelena nodded “Just waiting for Y/N.” She sent him a knowing smirk. “You know where she is?”

“She’s here.” You snapped and threw yourself down on a seat. “Let’s go.” You strapped yourself in forcefully, your eyes looking at your feet. The team’s own darting between you and John, feeling a heavy tension between you both.

After a quick debrief and an even quicker drop off in the middle of a shootout, everyone scattered. John desperately tried to get closer to you.

“Look I’m sorry,”

“Save your bullshit, Walker,” you hissed pulling the trigger and trying not to let the tears fall. “I don’t know why you can’t just tell me!”

He grunted, punching an enemy in the face before pushing you against the wall “You think it’s fucking easy?!” He asked, his face full of fear.

“I don’t want you to be scared to tell me. It’s me.” You tried to break free but John kept you held there. “I’ve been there for you, through thick and thin, you don’t have to be scared with me.” Your hearts frantically thumping in your chests “John.” You half scalded, half cooed. The way you said his name made him feel like he was home.

Your eyes looked behind his shoulder, noticing someone coming towards you both. You pushed him out the way, he fell to the ground and watched as you pointed and shot.

But the person you shot was just as fast as you.

He fell to the floor, you crashed back against the wall. “Shit, shit, shit, Y/N!” John rushed to his feet as you slowly fell, your hand pressed against the gape in your side that definitely shouldn’t be there. Blood oozed through your fingers, pain searing throughout your body. John pressed his comms with trembling fingers “Guys! Y/N’s been hit!” He screamed “I need backup!“ He pressed his hand against your own and you screamed in pain “Shit- I need you to be okay,” he blubbered. “Please.”

You looked down and pressed your lips together as tears rolled down your cheeks. “This is more painful than you think,” you tried to joke as your lashes began to flutter, your eyelids becoming suddenly heavier than you remembered them ever being. Your hand became limp under his own and John’s eyes widened as your head drooped.

“No, no, no, stay awake for me,” he pleaded “You gotta keep your eyes open for me Y/N. Don’t do this!” He placed his fingers under your chin. Your eyes opened momentarily “Yes, please let me see those beautiful eyes again.” He quietly asked. He was scared before, but now he was terrified. “GUYS!” John screamed at the top of his lungs. “Please, Y/N,” he cried and held your wound tighter. “Please, there’s so much I haven’t said.”

The team rushed to his side “We need to get her outta here before she bleeds out.” Yelena took over from John. “I’ve got her.”

Bucky looked at John, squeezing his shoulder sympathetically “She’s tough, she’s gonna be okay.”

John sniffled. “She needs to.” He told his fellow super solider. “She can’t-“

“She won’t.” Bucky cut him and his dreadful train of thought off. “Let’s go!”

—•—

John hadn’t moved from your bedside, his hands tentatively cupped around yours.

He sighed “I’m a stupid idiot,” he murmured, mainly to himself but he had hope that you would be hearing him between the steady beeps of the vital sign monitor and in your sleeping state. The medical team had patched you up well but you hadn’t opened your eyes since they shut almost eight hours ago. John was there just as long. “Yanno, I don’t know why you put up with me- I can’t even put up with me.” He monologued. “You’re far more patient than I deserve, far more beautiful too. Not to mention good.” He sighed “Far too good for me...” He smirked and let his lips meet the back of your hand.

Bucky softly knocked the door before entering and John quickly leaned back. He smiled shaking his head. “You don’t have to pretend, at least not around me, Walker. I’ve known for months.” He crossed his arms, the corner of John’s mouth twitched upwards because of course Bucky knew. “They said she’s gonna be okay. Lots of rest though, someone will probably have to take care of her for a while.”

“I’ll do it.” He quickly said “I’ll take care of her.”

“We’re all happy to help out.” Bucky added. “But I think Y/N will want it to be you too.” John’s eyes left your face momentarily to look at Bucky, a small smile gracing his face. “You mean a lot to her.” The two of you looked down to you, John squeezed your hand a little tighter. “I’ll leave you two be.” He turned and left the room closing the door behind him.

“You’re gonna make me watch so much crap on TV, huh, and love every second of it.” John leaned down and lay half his body and his head down on the bed beside you. His hand caressed your cheek “I should have told you sooner. I realise now I might not have had the chance to tell you at all and I can’t not tell you.” He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. “I love you.” He exhaled. “I hate that I didn’t tell you sooner. I hate that I was such a nervous wreck to tell you, mainly because I didn’t think you’d feel the same. But I love you. I love the nights we spend together, I love how you’ll wear my t-shirt to sleep in, I love how you know all the words to all the High School Musical songs,” he laughed, his eyes squeezing shut even more. “I love when we argue, and fight, it makes me feel alive, I love that you’re as passionate as me. I love everything about you. I just love you.”

A tear streamed down his cheek.

“Took you long enough, I only had to almost die.”

Johns eyes snapped open “Y/N?” He whispered and sat up before peppering your face with kisses.

“You look as shitty as I feel.” You half joked and John let out a watery chuckle.

He turned more serious. “Did you hear…” he trailed off.

“Every word.” You smiled and cupped his cheek. “You’re right, you should have told me sooner.” You said quietly. “Should have told me the second you pushed my back into that mattress and made love to me. I had my suspicions before, but I knew in that moment then we had changed gear in our…relationship.” You raised your head and he bashfully smiled before he leaned down, capturing your lips with his. “I love you too.” You finally said, getting it off your chest and feeling an overwhelming sense of relief.

You shuffled over in the bed with a grimace in your face, a bolt of pain in your side. You patted the spot next to you and he practically flew in beside you. “Also I think the whole team knows.” John added.

“You told them?!” You yelped and then groaned. “See? You are the tattletale!” You jabbed his side while laughing.

“I didn’t mean to say it, it was an accident, Alexei has a big mouth.” John kissed you and the jabbing from your finger subsided.

“You owe me big time.” You told him, almost warningly.

“Well you did take a bullet for me so…”

“That’s how much I love you…more.” You slowly added and John raised a brow.

“I think you’ll find I love you more.” John added.

You raised a brow “So this is how it’s gonna be…”

John winked and kissed you again “You bring the knife, I’ll bring the UNO. Whoever wins loves the other more.”

“Well whoever does win,” you gently kissed him this time with a smile. “I won’t kiss and tell.”

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