#watch me drop this grenade before i go to bed

[arcadiaa-writes]

16.06.2024

Disclaimer…this is old… like 6 years old. Found it on my hard drive and thought I’d dump it here. For some reason, I wrote this is in Male POV 🤷🏻‍♀️

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It was Friday night, which meant only one thing in this apartment: Battlefield night.

Battlefield Night was started by my buddies from out of town, and then when my flatmate moved in, she started playing too, and the whole place was flooded with sounds of gunshots and grenades going off. Having a 4K TV made the whole experience feel almost real.

There was only one issue, and that issue was Penny, most specifically Penny’s mouth.

Now I never had anything against girl gamers, each to their own, and all that, but this girl, goddammit

She looked like the most innocent, well-behaved girl you would ever meet; she even had those big old doe eyes that drove guys insane, me included, but on a Friday night, she was somebody else. To put it nicely, she was a bit of a sore loser and not a great shot, and she tended to pick a new phrase for a month that she would yell so loudly down her mic, and her new favorite was driving me insane, and I had vowed the next time she said it, I would be doing something about it.

We were in the middle of the ambush; the other team surrounded our players, and it was going to be a fight to the end. This wasn’t something new, and the team strategy was working like a charm, until there was one single short sight, and down my character went. Headshot. A slow-motion cut scene played on the TV as I groaned in defeat.

“Just my luck,” I chuckled into the microphone of my headset as the lads ripped into me for making such a rookie mistake.

“Yeah, yeah,” I mumbled, laughing at myself with them and watching how the rest of the match was playing out.

"Penny, move! Move!” I yelled as I saw another player creep up behind her—too late. Down she went, the team rapidly dropping like flies.

“Fuck me,” she hissed, and my skin prickled to goosebumps. I was done for. Without even thinking, I pulled off my headset, left my bedroom, and crossed the hallway.

I threw open her bedroom door, and with no appreciation for her privacy, she leapt up from her bed, startled.

“What the fuck, Morgan?!” She yelled at me, controller in one hand, headset in the other.

I just glared at her; my nostrils flared, and my breathing was heavy. Was I really going to do this?

“You,” I exhaled the word, as if I were in pain. Well,  I mean, the raging bone that was straining against my jeans was causing a lot of pain, so technically I was.

“What did I do?” She asked, her face giving me genuine confusion, her doe eyes glazed over like glass.

I took a step, more like a stride, towards her, closing the distance. I didn’t even think about the consequences of my actions as I yanked her body against mine, my hands on the small of her back, gripping the fabric of her t-shirt, and lowered my head to her ear.

“There are only so many times a guy can hear the words, Fuck Me, before actually acting on it,” I whispered, and she gasped in my arms as I took her earlobe in between my teeth and nibbled playfully. My name rolled out of her mouth so beautifully, as I heard two gentle thuds as the controller and headset fell to the floor.

She pushed me away from her, and I took a step back from her, my hands in the air, in surrender.

“I’m Sor…”

My apology was cut short by her grabbing my face and staring me straight in the eye, her deep brown eyes completely dilated, her cheeks flushed.

“Took you long enough.” She smirked as she kissed me passionately.

The sly little minx had planned this all along.

The kiss was pure ecstasy, our teeth clashing and our tongues fighting for dominance as I lifted her into my arms and carried her to her bed. We undressed each other so quickly, like it was a primal need for each other.

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” I said, looking down at the beautiful being that was currently lying underneath me and watching as she blushed.

I didn’t even give her a chance to hide from me. As I drove between her thighs, lapping up her juices, she was dripping and tasted so sweet. Her hands quickly found my hair as she bucked against my face; her moans were pure delight to my ears; and the scream as I slipped two fingers inside her was something entirely different. She rode my face harder as she approached her climax; my fingers made fast work on her G spot, rubbing in circles, and my tongue caressed her clitoral area. Her thighs clamped around my head, and her whole body vibrated as she found her release. I continued my assault as she rode out her orgasm.

I stroked the back of her thighs and released myself from them, kissing up her body. I desperately wanted to suck her nipples and nuzzle her boobs, but she was still vibrating from the aftershock of her orgasm. I gave her a tender kiss, careful not to overstimulate her.

“That…that…how?” She rambled, causing me to smirk and press my finger against her lips.

“Shhhh, Sleep,” I kissed her forehead and rolled onto my side, fully intending on letting her sleep until she sat bolt up right.

“No,” She glared at me and said, “I said Fuck Me, and while that was incredible, it wasn’t Fuck Me, was it?”

I didn’t even think; she just knew how to push my buttons. My hand flew to her throat in a tight grip and pulled her to me. I could feel her heartbeat on my fingertips, and her breath hitched as I exhaled in her face. I didn’t even have to say anything, but she straddled me and aligned her entrance perfectly with the head of my dick.

With my free hand, I gripped her hip, slamming her down as I pushed my hips up. She clawed at my chest as she rode me hard, trying to have control of the situation, but my hips were hitting too fast, her pussycat was like a vice grip, and I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“This is not a one-time thing,” I growled in her ear as I struggled to maintain my composure. She nodded frantically as her next orgasm soon approached. “You are fucking mine, and I will fuck you every which way you want me to.” She didn’t stop nodding, and I pulled her face to mine and bit her lip before kissing her as my hips bucked hard against her and my arms wrapped tight around her body. She pressed her forehead against mine as she orgasmed, the grip so tight.

“Fuck, Penny, I need...”

“I’m yours, Morgan,” she whispered in my ear, and I lost it. I jackhammered into her hard, making her scream, until I came undone inside her. She made the cutest mews as I rolled her onto the bed, her leg anchored over my hip. Our breathing was in unison as I held her close to my chest. I pressed my lips against her forehead as I noticed the TV was still flickering with images of the lobby and the mic icon flickering in the corner of the screen.

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[tbnrpotato]

Short story: 13

Good soldiers follow orders.

I see war. Death. Flames everywhere as explosions go off around me, but I'm surprisingly unscathed. Flying jets whizz past me through the air to attack enemy bombers. I'm standing there hesitantly, the hands holding my semi-automatic blaster shaking from the adrenaline rush. I've been here many times before. The outcome is the same every time.

Good soldiers follow orders.

Order 13. Fight to the death. No surrender.

It's like my body is on autopilot and I'm watching from behind a screen. I charge into the raging battle, shooting at enemies, my aim surprisingly good compared to during basic training. Grenades rain down upon the battlefield, dying screams of humans and aliens alike filling my ears. My body shows no signs of discomfort but in my mind, I'm trying to cover my ears to block out the sound.

An enemy bomber travels over my head, dropping its bombs in the process. I've been here too many times. I know what's going to happen. I close my eyes.

The sounds of explosions are almost deafening. The bombs drop down right next to me, exploding upon contact. The force pushes me backwards as the heat of flames engulf me. The sounds fade, my eyes still closed.

It's ending.

My eyes flutter open as I find myself in the comfort of my bed. I let out a soft groan as I get up. Apps appear in front of my eyes as I scroll through them, looking for the app that tracks my sleep. I open it and the screen projects in front of me, showing my sleep quality, restlessness and periods of REM and deep sleep. The statistics displayed are the usual. Restless throughout the whole night and sleep quality was absolutely terrible. I've been having these nightmares lately. It's not something I can control. The control chips in our heads are supposed to prevent that. We get to select our dreams before we sleep. Yet mine are different. I select dreams of Star Wars. All I get are nightmares of a battle which I've never seen before. It's not Star Wars. The technology is similar, but there's no Earth in that universe. My nightmares are of war on Earth.

My chip must be malfunctioning. That's not good. It's implanted into every human's brain so if it malfunctions, it would probably interfere with our primary brain functions, hence killing us. But I'm not dead yet.

I head into the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. The image of my parents peacefully sleeping in their bedroom projects in front of me. I managed to gain access to the security camera in their bedroom, so I can see when they wake up.

I prepare my breakfast and eat it in silence, monitoring my parents in their bedroom through the projection. After finishing my breakfast and making sure my parents are still asleep, I head out of the door and run next door to find my neighbour, Mayday. Just when I reach his house, Mayday's already outside, waiting for me. I give him a nod and he nods back.

We head out into the forest near our house. I switch off the projecting function on my chip so that I won't be distracted by any notifications I receive on the walk.

As we walk into the forest, light shines through the canopy of leaves, creating patches of light here and there. I jump from one patch to another, laughing as Mayday follows behind me.

Suddenly, I hear a whistling sound cutting through the air and then a loud boom. My head jerks in the direction of the sound. I turn the projecting function on my chip back on and in my head, I order the chip to show me where the sound came from.

Similar sounds follow the first one as the image of an unfamiliar aircraft dropping bombs down on another nearby housing area projects in front of me. Mayday catches up with me. "What is it?"

"Bombs," I reply simply.

Another boom echoes through the forest, but much louder this time. The bombs must be getting closer. There's a sickening feeling in my stomach as the volume of the sounds just keeps increasing.

I take off running into the forest, away from the direction of the bombing sounds. Mayday quickly follows. My legs feel like they're flying under me as my adrenaline pushes me to keep running. My heart feels like it's going to explode as I dash back to me and Mayday's housing area.

When we reach back, I'm panting heavily as I sprint to my house, where my parents are already waiting for me to come back, looking very worried. The moment they see me they quickly force me inside the house without a word.

The bombing sounds continue for a few more minutes until silence. That's when the order comes in.

Execute order 13.

Every human is to immediately head to the weapons point in each of their housing estates and gather at a military base. An unidentified species has attacked multiple housing areas and are currently sending ground soldiers to kill any survivors. Fight to the death. No surrender.

My parents seem to have gotten the order too as their heads perk up, just like mine.

Good soldiers follow orders.

I feel like I'm going to vomit. I can almost imagine the battlefield. I've seen it many times before in my nightmares.

I feel like I'm watching through a screen now as my body picks itself up from the floor and walks out of the door, my parents following alongside me, and every other human in my housing area, except Mayday and his parents. I try to force myself to stop walking, stop walking towards certain death.

As my body walks itself to the weapons point at our housing estates, I can see Mayday running up to me and asking me what's going on. I try to shout, "Help me!" but nothing comes out of my mouth as my body stares blankly ahead, still walking.

Mayday shakes my shoulders. I can feel it. As much as I want to respond to him, to run away with him, my body simply won't allow it.

Mayday's parents come up to me as well, and drag me away. My body struggles desperately with considerable strength that I didn't even know I had, but was probably activated by the chip. My limbs thrash around wildly as I try to escape Mayday's parents' grip. They drag me to their house, and lead me into a basement, where a few people are already there, I assume they're friends of Mayday and his parents.

Then, I feel Mayday's parents strapping me to a table connected to a machine. My body is still struggling against the restraints as I feel the prick of a needle against my neck, and everything goes black.

When I wake up, I'm not watching myself through a screen anymore. My vision is blurry as I move my hand to see if I'm in control of my own body now. My hand moves ever so slightly as my vision starts to clear up.

I let out a soft groan as I sit up on the table, my restraints were taken off at some point, apparently. I try to project the screen of what's going on outside in front of me, but I can't. They've taken my chip out.

Mayday runs over and throws his arms around me, and I hug back ever so slightly. "You're back!" he laughs as he lets go of me. "We thought you weren't going to make it, you weren't waking up..."

I silently nod, scanning the room. It's dimly lit by a singular lamp, and there are around seven people in there. My parents included. Mayday and his parents must've saved them too.

Suddenly, I hear the sounds of bombings above me. The lamp in the room flickers and shakes.

"Let's go. We can't save any more. They're all at the military base, they'll be armed," Mayday's mother says. All of us quickly run up from the basement. Mayday's house is in ruins. But that's the least of our worries right now. Bombs are being dropped a few kilometers from us, I can feel the force of the explosion hitting me.

We quickly run into the forest to take shelter. They won't attack the forest. There's no humans here to kill, at least up till now. We keep running, deep into the forest until the sounds of bombings are faint and barely audible.

When we stop, I slump against a tree, breathing heavily.

"What now?" I manage to ask in between gasps for air.

Everyone looks at each other, as if they want to ask the same question.

Mayday's father speaks up.

"We hide, I guess. At least until the war is over. We won't be attacked here. We're safe."

I hear the faint sound of bombings again.

Safe? I hope so.

[attapullman]

Mo-Mo, once again, I have returned with our favorite frat boys (lol).

-One of the poor nerdy pledges was getting harassed by the Alpha Beta pricks on the way back to the house one day. He was the textbook definition of a nerd, really, really smart, had a work study job in the I.T department and could fix a car motor like nobody's business. Poor kid had gotten something nasty thrown at him from an upstairs and Rhett and the other brothers were PISSED when they found out. So what do seventy fully grown manimals decide to do? Take matters into their own hands of course. They basically made a bunch of paint grenades and decided they were gonna lob them all at the Alpha Betas to teach them a lesson. The last one was the big one and Rhett and Kayce gathered all the brothers before them and read "The Holy Hand Grenade Of Antioch" speech before letting it fly onto the enemy house (lol).

-Bo Andreola, one of the brothers, grew up in the backwood ocean-marshy areas of Mississippi and was the first in his family to be able to complete college (alot of people in his family had dropped out for either health related issues or for military service). Growing up in Mississippi, Bo was definitely a chunky brother with a thick ass drawl and tended to steer away from people, but knew where and how to find critters. So when all that shit was going down with the Alpha Betas, it was Bo's idea to go to the agriculture students and barter with them for a couple of pigs which he gladly unleashed into the Alpha Beta house.

-Speaking of which, the guys all mooned the Alpha Betas once and they had "Alpha Betas suck dick" each with a letter on their buttcheeks.......it made the yearbook (lol).

-Rhett felt really bad for that poor idiot who couldn't memorize the sex manual so he, Kayce and a few others decided they were gonna do a hands on portion to see if the kid did better. Of course they had to borrow some things from the medical classrooms but once that kid got going he was more than prepared for Florida Fuckfest.

-One time the shenanigans were so worth catching on video. You and a few of the girls in the Phi Gamma house decided to capture the footage of the boys being complete dumbasses during mating season and had the voiceover narrate it like a David Attenborough nature documentary (lol).

-One time during winter midterms, the guys were so stressed out that one of the pledges ran outside naked and started singing "Do you wanna build a snowman" to one of the statues in the park nearby........this is in Montana.......IN THE WINTER!!!!! (lol).

-One time Smitty pissed the boys off really good at a rager. He had snuck in and nobody had realized it. Well, sure enough, dickhead snuck up to you at the bar where Foster's boyfriend was tending and that word went up the chain faster than you could blink. Rhett called everybody into the living room for an emergency meeting to decide what they were gonna do when Foster and Cairo just kinda look at each other like "Bro relax we've got this". Now mind you, Cairo not only tends bar during the ragers but he also does it part time and does the occasional comedy drag show and decided to put his work skills to good use. The Delta Tau brothers snuck into the other house, kidnapped Smitty and dragged him to the basement which Kayce, Foster, Kyle and the rest of the brothers rigged up to look like a sex dungeon. Smitty is literally tied, spread eagle to a bed and handcuffed while Cairo comes out in full drag with a riding crop and everything, ready to give Smitty his "punishment". Rhett and the gang are laughing their asses off and so aren't you. Needless to say, nobody messes with the First Lady on their watch (lol).

Mo-Mo, this had me chuckling on the way home this afternoon and I just couldn't resist (lol).

Mary!!! The detail in this was astounding!!

These boys truly take "don't fuck with us" VERY seriously!! You mess with one of us or our partners? Consider yourself dead meat!

I'm absolutely exhausted, but squealed like a happy little school girl reading through all of these!

Love how these boys endlessly have each other's backs! It's a no questions, no deliberation, we-already-got-you-bro situation always. And Foster and Cairo truly always save the day!

And all of them cooped up in the house, studying hard, knowing that they'll be given an earful from you and your Phi Gamma sisters if they goof off. Thankfully you and the sisterhood have a little something fun planned to blow off steam after finals! (hint: it involves a slip n slide, too much lube, and good use of all those condoms in the front closet 😉)

Thank you for blessing up with our favourite cowboy DTD boys!

[merrilldidnothingwrong]

idk why but i feel like anders gets like. a disproportionate amount of shit over being a bigoted close minded idiot mage™ for what he says towards fenris and merrill? like fenris says terrible shit to anders too, all the time, bc bioware can't write antagonistic relationships if they're not just The worst (plus. fenris is awful to merrill too) and also literally like most of the general fandom faves say horribly prejudiced shit all the time? iron bull, dorian, varric, cas, aveline etc. all of em

(note - that ask abt anders and the other companions etc isn't like a means to excuse anything he says more to like. say how it's both poorly handled by bioware and disproportionately pointed out by the fandom in comparison to other characters. not trying to woobify anyone)

in this case there is no 2 way street in way of racism with anders and fenris/merrill, fenris says some highly insensitive ableist things and really cruel remarks about Karl, but he is incapable of being racist towards anders. so in this regard, its not equal. but in the case of them triggering each other in banter, and stooping to lows, i totally get what youre saying.

im not sure when iron bull says bigoted things? but im with you on the rest of them. and cullen too, he says racist things (not just talking shit about mages) during da2, and it makes sense why hes locked out of dwarf and quanri romances. and he fetishes elves. but being elf racist in thedas is normal, in bioware land. its why sera is written “that way” (in the worst possible light) and why even fandom is always calling her racist too. when its obvious she just has self acceptance / spiritual issues.

but yeah im never over avelines line when you take her to meet merrill for the first time and she ACTUALLY says “shem is an elven slur for human” and shes horribly cruel to merrill the whole game. calls her stupid. and shes captain of the guard and glosses over the abuses HER people does all throughout the game. but you know? girl power! and cassandras “theres no more room for more gods”? to a dalish elf. but her jaw! so killer! so its okay :) /s

[centuriantalevevo]

Eveland line headcanons and shit- lmao-

With Ivy, Ike, and Eki-

With some x reader vibes

Ike has already said that Ivy is built in the boing being department HOWEVER, I think Ivy is also built in the height department- I think she's like 5'6- she tall as fuck in my eyes 😭😭😭

Ivy turns her back for ONE SECOND with a knife- or any weapon in the room for that matter-

Eki:

Ivy: exists

Eki:

Ivy: throwing Eki

Eki: screaming

Ike:

You basically have to babysit Eki because he cannot be trusted alone for even 5 minutes. You have to put him in one of those kid harnesses.

You have to put him in the shopping cart while shopping so he stays put.

He gets the most random bullshit-

"Can we get this? We're gonna get this" a 10 pack of knives, bleach, and then 5 liters of mountain dew.

What's he doing? We don't know- do we WANT to know?? Prolly not-

Eki is starting on his bullshit, Ivy is automatically going for the pressure point- No HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO DO SHIT- THE MOMENT HE EXISTS, SHE'S GOING FOR THE PRESSURE POINT-

Oh ya! Remember Ike saying "OW! She THREW something at me!", Ivy saying "I'm tired so I'm going to go take a nap..." and Ike saying "She's glaring at me-" "I'm po9kojg over trying to make sure she didn't hear me-" "If I don't wake up, it's you guy's fault!"

I like to think that Ivy somehow came into this universe, prolly because of Shu- and she lives with Ike and they just say they're siblings instead of trying to explain what the hell happened- and it works-

Some Alice Of Human Sacrifice type shit- "the smart older sister, the stubborn younger brother"

Of the two, Ivy might be SLIGHTLY older

When reader comes to visit Ike in Sweden I can PROMISE you Ivy is stealing them like yOink-

"Hey when y/n gets here, I'm stealing them from you" "what? No! Back off!" "NO! The 2nd season of All Of Us Are Dead is out and I want to watch it with them!"

Ike is still asleep, dead to the world and y/n wakes up before him for once- but.. Ivy is up before y/n- she usually gets up at like 3 PM because she's up until 5 AM for literally no reason-

"Oh wow you're up before me!" "Yeah, I actually went to bed at a decent time!"

"What's for breakfast? Y'all got cereal?" "Why don't we go out for breakfast, just you and me?" She asks, "what about Ike?" "I'll just leave a note for him, it'll be fine! If he's really worried, he'll call!" She grabs her satchel and that stetchy plastic wristband Keychain thing with her keys and everything, "let's go!"

She has a spair set of keys to the apartment AND Ike's car.

The two go and have breakfast somewhere, coming back a while later to Ike being awake.

"How dare you go without me..." Ivy just shrugs-

I made so many fucking memes in about 5 seconds on mostly Ivy and Eki lmao-

Eki on his way to say hi to y/n

Ivy: nO-

Eki so badly wants to say HI to y/n- he exists for 5 seconds and Ivy is running at him at the speed of LIGHT- "WAIT I JUST WANTED TO SAY HI TO Y/N-" "KILL THE BITCH!!!"

"H e l p"

If we go with Eki sharing the same body as Ike... Eki takes control but y/n instantly calls bullshit and KNOWS its Eki and he's just "I wanted to say Hi-" "And I wanna see Ike." "Aw... you're so mean... you don't love me?" "It's a hit or miss" "🥺🥺🥺"

If the Eveland family are the literal embodiment of Panty and Stocking with Gartbelt it feels like-

Ike replaces Stocking, Ivy replaced Panty

Or Eki replaced Panty, Ivy replaces stocking

Ike AND Eki replace Panty and Ivy replaces Stocking

If you got the "KILL THE BITCH" reference, ily- if not it's a quote from that show-

Eki actively likes to shit on Miku just to piss Ike off-

"Miku sucks, why do you like her-"

"I'm about to end the entire Damm world and make it look like an accident."

"no wonder you act like that, you like Miku"

"No wonder your mom thinks your a failure, you're EKI"

Eki shoots grenade bullets but he's not ready to have them shot right back-

Ivy DOES roundhouse kick him-

Ivy DOES hold him by his collar over a ledge like i'ma drop you- oH- I almost dropped you!!

Ike: asleep

Eki: I'ma st-

Ivy: hello motherfucker-

Eki: exists

Ivy: I'm about to end this mans whole career

Ike speaking Swedish, English, and Japanese

Ivy speaking those 3 and like 2 other languages-

Eki, struggling to speak English without a whole ass swedish accent and trying to grasp English grammar while screaming in agony

Eki: I-

Ivy: I am fluent in over 6 million forms of kicking your ass

Eki: I... wanna take a nap. Everything I make.. FUCKING... S U C K S

Eki: It's bad.

Eki: AAAAAAAAAAAAA

Ivy: You know that feeling about when you're about to lose your job life, sweety?

Eki: uh- n-

Ivy: It's a horrible feeling, sweety.

Ivy: I love you Ikey

Eki: its Eki-

Ivy: I couldn't bare to see you leave, I couldn't! I couldn't do it!

Eki: uh- thanks I-

Ivy: So here *gives him a note*

"You're fired lol Your life subscription has expired lol"

Ike: *sobbing*

Ivy: Ike, what's wrong?

Ike: Ivy... I can't speak english very well... my Swedish accent is too strong

Ivy: what do you mean? I hear nothing wrong with your English!

Ike: I can't say... road... roller..

Ivy: what?

Ike: road roller!

Ivy: w h a t ?

Ike: ROAD ROLLER

Ivy: I can't understand you!

Ike: forget it! God!

Ivy: I ' m S o r r y -

Ike: s h u t u p

Halo: come on now! All of us are great!

Ike: says the enby with a weird color scheme for both their outfit and stream overlay

Halo: that's the last time I'm helping a swedish VTuber

Ivy: that's racist-

Ike: you freaking cracker-

Ivy: THAT'S REALLY RACIST-

Halo and Ike: arguing

Ivy: Oh no...

Shu: *opera singing voice* aaaaaaa! Hey guys! What's up?

Eki, with a grin: I FINALLY GOT AN ENGLISH UTAU!

Covered in dust again

Eki: w a t ???

(Based off of "Luka can't say road roller" where Ike replaces Luka, Ivy replaces Al, Halo replaces Sweet Ann, Shy replaces Prima, and Eki replaces Miku)

I'm having Ike, Ivy, and Eki brianrot plz help

[the-iceni-bitch]

An Exposed Nerve

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader (same couple from “A Bad Break”)

Words: ~2.2k

Summary: Steve’s an ass but he looks so good!

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (bicep riding, dirty talk, spitting, choking, kinda hate fucking), two stubborn assholes, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: This is all because me and @wayward-blonde are massive sluts who bring out the best in each other. There’s barely any plot here, but I felt like this fit so well with the spunky doctor and Steve couple I had to do it.

I no longer do taglists, so if you want to stay up to date on all the filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

Steve frowned at you when he carried the bloodied cadet into the med tent, dropping him on the exam table with an annoyed huff.

You gave that stubborn look right back to him when you bent to examine your patient, shining the light in his eyes to check his pupillary responses before pulling his helmet off gingerly to examine his head wound.

The two of you had another blow out this morning, one that the entire training camp had to pretend they hadn’t heard while you screamed at each other like a couple of maniacs. Everyone else on the team had bets on when the two of you were going to finally break up, but Nat kept winning because as much as you two fought like a couple of caged wildcats, you also fucked like them. And apparently, the fucking was good enough to keep you barely tethered together. At least you had finally come to a compromise on the living situation, splitting your time between the compound and your apartment in a relatively copacetic arrangement. But that meant you had to find something new to fight about, which you were a couple of professionals at doing.

Currently, the fight du jour was about you running into the middle of a field exercise yesterday when Sam’s wings gave out after taking a poorly aimed grenade that some dumbass cadet had misfired. Apparently, even though you had been brought to the field training camp at his specific insistence to address the myriad of potential injuries that could occur, you weren’t supposed to put yourself in any additional danger by doing your fucking job. It didn’t even matter that you’d been a field medic for five years before Stark even hired you, now that you were with Steve you seemingly needed to sit in the tent until a patient was brought to you, no matter if the injury was of a time sensitive nature.

He was watching you like a hawk while you worked, pressing some gauze to the wound to clean it up before taking a closer look. The poor cadet was casting nervous glances between the two of you, but you were a pro at ignoring Steve when he was in a snit, and your patients always took priority.

“Alright, you don’t need stitches, but I want you on bed rest for at least the rest of the day.” You started to work on bandaging the wound to staunch the bleeding, because head wounds were the fucking worst. “I’d really love to get a neuro consult to be safe, FRIDAY?”

“I’ll contact your go to neurologist, Dr. Y/L/N.” The AI chirped from the comm system Tony had set up for you. “They should arrive by this evening.”

“Thank you, FRIDAY.” You nodded to one of your nurses and he worked at bringing the cadet to the rest tent, leaving you and Steve on your own to glare at each other.

“I guess everything goes just fine when you stay where you're supposed to.” Of course this asshole was going to push your buttons, god he was annoying.

“Sam fell 30 fucking feet out of the air, Steve.” You rolled your eyes at him when you moved to wash your hands. “He could’ve died, but sure. Next time I’ll wait for you idiot’s to finish your exercise so you can bring him to me with a potential spinal injury.”

“Wilson was fine.” Steve tried to calm himself with a deep breath but it wasn’t working, something about you just put his hackles up until he needed to fight someone. “He knows how to handle himself in the field. You could’ve fucking died.”

“It’s training camp, you dumbass! If I could survive five years in Kandahar, I think I can make it through two weeks of friendly fire from a bunch of green cadets.” You slapped your hand towel down and turned to growl at him. 

“Quit fucking talking back!” He was trying so hard not to scream, running his hand over his face in frustration. “I’m so sorry I worry about you, you goddamn stubborn bitch!”

Your full armed slap caught him off guard, actually forcing him to stumble a few steps before he straightened back up with a menacing snarl. Most people would have cowered at that look coming from a 6 '2 `` super soldier, but you just mirrored it right back to him. You didn’t even flinch when he started prowling towards you again, squaring up and preparing to really fight him.

“Fuck you, Steve!” You smacked his hand aside when he reached out to grab your arm, shoving him back and ignoring the disbelieving huff he gave you. “Worry all you want, but if you think you have any say in how I do my fucking job, you’re in for a rude awakening.”

“Well don’t act like you have a goddamn death wish, and I won’t have to fight you on it!” He was screaming now, but who could really be surprised about that. 

“I have a death wish?!” You were screaming too as you moved to pull the flaps of the tent closed, hoping to at least block off some of your fight from carrying out to the rest of the camp. “I’m not the one who full body caught a fucking missile three days ago!”

“I knew you’d throw that back in my face!” He could feel a flush rising towards his face as he bellowed at you, heat flooding through his system at the rage you always brought out of him. “I blocked it under the shield as soon as I could!”

“You still caught a fucking explosive like it was nothing! So quit lecturing me about being reckless!”

“God, you’re so damn frustrating!” He ran his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry I don’t want the woman I’m in love with running into the middle of a fucking war zone! I think that’s pretty reasonable!”

“Well, I don’t want the man I love catching fucking grenades when he could just as easily dodge them!” God, you really did love him, even though he drove you crazy.

Steve grabbed your waist suddenly and pulled you into him, smashing his lips to yours with a low groan and lifting you so you could wrap your legs around him. You ran your fingers through that amazing beard he had grown before yanking on it while you slid your tongue past his lips. The two of you fought for dominance in the kiss, but you won out, like you almost always did. He tilted his head back to drink you in while his arms wrapped around your shoulders, the two of you grinding against each other desperately as your breath mingled. 

“Fuck, why you gotta fight me so much, sweetheart?” He wound his fingers through your hair while his other hand gripped your ass and ground you into his hard cock.

“Because you’re a stubborn asshole.” You moved your lips to trace over his jaw as your hand slid down to curl around his throat. “Now rip my fucking pants off and lay down on the table.”

He gripped the fabric of your fatigues and twisted his wrist, shredding them easily and tossing them aside as he moved to stretch his body over the table. You were still grinding against him like crazy, the thin cotton of your panties soaked through as your clit skirted right over his bulge.

“Baby, you gotta move a little if you want me to take my clothes off.” His voice was almost pathetic when you licked your way up the column of his throat.

“I don’t want you to take them off.” You purred as you nibbled on his ear, your nose skimming over his cheek as you started throbbing. That tight little shirt and tactical vest combo had been making you wet ever since the first time you saw him in it, and you’d had lots of ideas about exactly what you were going to do to him once you had the chance. “Get rid of these panties for me.”

The look on his face was mildly confused, but he still did what you asked, destroying the flimsy little thong and tucking it into his pocket while he stared up at you. His cock was aching where it was straining against his fatigues, all he wanted was to feel that sweet cunt of yours strangle his dick.

You gave him a final hungry kiss before sitting up and wrenching your shirt and bra off, then crawling up his body until you were straddling his shoulders while he dug his fingers into your ass eagerly. When you stopped right before reaching his face, he actually whined, his eyes fixed on your weeping cunt as he licked his lips. 

“Flex your arm for me, Steve.”

His eyes were wary on yours as he did what you asked, but then you swung your leg over his bicep and ground your bare pussy over it and he choked on a moan. That perfect vein that ran over the center of his arm was right under your clit, and when his muscle flexed more when he placed his hand at the small of your back you tossed your head back and sighed.

“Fuck, baby…” You slapped him before he could finish the sentence, wrapping your hand around his throat and grinning down at him.

“I’m sick of that mouth of yours, Rogers.” Your pussy was leaking slick all over his arm, staining the sleeve of his shirt and pooling on the table beneath him while you continued riding him. “Why don’t you stroke that big cock of yours if you need something to do?”

Your free hand trailed up your body until you were squeezing your breast, your eyes fixed on Steve’s fingers as they worked at undoing his fly. The low groan he let out once his cock was free made your hand on his throat vibrate, the wanton sound making your clit twitch over his arm as he started running his fist over his length nice and slow. 

It was all so good, the way his thick bicep was flexing under you and hitting every spot you needed was making you fall apart fast. Even when he was trying to draw out his own pleasure, Steve couldn’t take his eyes off you when you completely lost yourself. He could feel you starting to flutter against him and he sped up the speed of his strokes, swiping his thumb over his swollen tip and smearing his precum over his length to make his movements smoother. 

“Fuck, Steve, ‘s so good.” Your rhythm was wild as you chased your release. “Spit on it.”

You released his neck and he leaned up slightly, gazing at you through his lashes as he spat directly onto your clit and groaned at the sight of your pretty, swollen cunt gliding through his spit and over his arm. He grunted when you gave him another light slap, bucking into his hand and opening his mouth so you could slide your thumb between his lips while you cupped his jaw. 

Both of you were right there, your pussy throbbing wildly and his balls starting to tighten and it only took a couple more movements before you both lost it. You tossed your head back and screamed when you came, your release gushing all over his arm and making him whine at the sight. He was right behind you, thick ropes of cum spurting all over his fingers as his hips fucked his fist until he was completely spent.

The two of you panted as you came down, Steve pulling you off his arm and dragging you down to straddle his waist while he sat up to press his lips to yours. His hands skimmed up your sides until he could cradle the back of your head, gripping your hair and keeping you pressed to him as he did his best to collect himself.

“You gonna quit being an asshole?” You pulled away a little and started tracing your fingers over his plush bottom lip, grinning when he snorted and rolled his eyes at you.

“Dunno, you gonna listen to me for once?”

“I don’t think you actually want that, Rogers. You never get fucked as good as you do after we have a two day blow out.” You tilted his head back and he gave you a fucked out grin before you slotted your lips over his. “FRIDAY, any new patients while we were away?”

“One minor laceration that your nurses were able to address, Dr. Y/L/N.”

“What the fuck?” Steve jolted when the AI came back online, staring at you when you stood up without a care in the world to slip into your backup fatigues. “When did you set her to ‘do not disturb’?”

“Tony set up a new protocol once either one of our voices gets above a certain decibel.” You shrugged as you pulled on your pants. “Don’t give me that look, Rogers. If you didn’t insist on us fighting and fucking when I’m in the middle of work, there wouldn’t have been a need for this. And don’t fucking start another one now! This is my only extra set of fatigues!”

[freedomseeker91]

The Ultimate Betrayal....

Chapter 11

Title: Truth Hurts

Summary: As Chloe finally lays bare the truth of the last two years, it all proves too much for Beca to handle. Is this the end?

Rating: T for Angst/Comfort

Warning: This will get you in the feels. You have been warned.

“Chloe, are you seeing someone else?” Beca repeated, her pulse racing as she watched Chloe swallow thickly, eyes shut against the onslaught of tears threatening to spill over. Chloe shook her head.

“No I’m not…. I was…. God dammit,” Chloe cried as she got swept up in her emotions. Beca watched her with furrowed brows, hands now resting on the wheels of her wheelchair trying to supress her frustration but she couldn’t help the sinking feeling in her stomach.

Chloe rubbed at her eyes and exhaled a deep breath as she tried to collect herself. Dropping her hands to her knees she glanced up at Beca and her heart broke at the sight of the woman in front of her who looked so desperately lost and confused.

“Bec’s before I tell you this, I need you to know that I love you so much. More than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life and if I’d known then what I know now I never would’ve made the choices I made,” Chloe said, staring deep into Beca’s eyes, trying to convey the depth of her love and devotion to her, hoping it would someone be enough to soften the blow of what she was about to reveal. Beca just swallowed around the lump in her throat and stared back at Chloe, face void of emotion.

“Just tell me,” Beca said, her tone even as Chloe puffed out a breath.

Unable to look Beca in the eye Chloe lowered her gaze to her lap where her hands lay clasped together and puffed out a breath.

“After they told me that you were de….that you were gone,” Chloe started, cutting herself off from using the word dead to save herself from the added stress of remembering the pain she felt at that time.

“I was so lost I felt like I couldn’t breathe,” Chloe cried as she lifted her head toward the ceiling, eyes closed as her memoires took her back to that time, to the suffocating feelings that consumed her, as tears tracked their way down her cheeks. And Beca just watched, waiting for what was to come.

“I couldn’t get out of bed, couldn’t work. Our family, our friends, they tried so hard to get me back on my feet but I just, I couldn’t. It hurt too much living without you,” Chloe finally found the courage to open her eyes and look Beca in the eye, her cerulean blues illuminated by the redness that surrounded them.

“After a couple of months….” Chloe trailed off at this knowing that what was about to come out of her mouth next, would be the verbal equivalent of lobbing a hand grenade, and she braced herself.

“Chicago….he um….he showed up at our door,” Chloe’s voice cracked as the lump in her throat seemed to rise higher, stifling the words as they left her mouth.

In that moment she heard an intake of breath and looked up to see Beca’s mouth open, chest rising up and down as if the breath she was inhaling was trying to push something down, something Chloe could only imagine was close to white hot rage.

“He, he told me how sorry he was, how he tried to save you but there was nothing they could do,” Chloe’s voice broke at this as the mental image of that moment crept back into her mind, the devastation, the pain, everything she had felt rushing back to the surface, no longer able to fight back the tears.

“He said that, that he felt it was just duty to look out of me, take care of me because you couldn’t,” Chloe explained.

As Beca listened to what she was being told, her jaw clenched, her entire body growing hot as she pictured the moment that Chicago betrayed her. The bomb going off, the SUV truck flying into the air and landing on it’s roof, Beca and several of her comrades trapped inside as Chicago wrangled himself free and gazed back at the wreckage.

She could still feel the heat from the desert sun scorching her skin. Could still hear the battle cry of the enemy racing towards them in in the distance as Beca lay trapped inside the vehicle pleading with Chicago to do something.

And then she recalled the moment that he reached into the truck in what she thought was his attempt to free her, only to have him reach into her pocket and pull out the letter Beca kept stashed in the leg of her cargo pants, a last letter to home, to Chloe, just in case. Could vividly picture the moment he stashed it in his own pocket and then, raised his rifle into the air and shot blindly into the sky, emptying the cartridge of bullets as he looked her right in the eye.

As the enemy truck in the distance grew closer, Chicago gave Beca one last look, and then ran, ran as fast as he could, ran knowing that the enemy would rather capture the many, than take out one. That was the last time Beca had ever laid eyes on Chicago Walp and every day that she was held captive she prayed that he was suffering somewhere.

“He told me that he had moved to the city, and that if there was anything I needed that he would be there for me. That soldiers take care of their family,” Chloe cried.

Beca couldn’t listen to this, she couldn’t sit through the full version of events she needed to know the truth, the truth she wasn’t sure she was ready to hear.

“Did you sleep with him?” she cut in, stopping Chloe in her tracks, the redhead stunned into silence by the sheer abruptness of Beca’s question. She hesitated for a moment.

“Bec’s I….,” before she could form a coherent response Beca cut her off.

“Yes or no, did you sleep with him?” she asked again, this time her voice was louder, sharper.

Chloe’s face fell as she swallowed around the word rising up, knowing the devastation it was about to cause.

“Yes,” she whispered, and in that moment, she could literally see the word hammering away at Beca’s heart, splintering it and creating new cracks and crevices.

Beca’s eyes shut as the redheads’ response landed like a knife to the chest. It felt like the air had left the room as she struggled against the rising tide of emotions clawing their way to the surface. She couldn’t navigate the conflict within her, the anger, the hurt, the betrayal. Some part of her brain knew logically that Chicago should be the target of her feelings, but the other part of her brain, couldn’t rationalise this.

Because even though Chloe had been duped, it still felt like a betrayal.

“How long….how long were you together?” Beca just about managed to get out as she forced herself through teary eyes to look at Chloe.

“We were engaged…..” Chloe whispered, and in that moment, Beca’s eyes landed on the ring sitting on Chloe’s ring finger. The one she had proposed with, and she felt deceived.

“All this time…. All this time you’ve been wearing that ring. Letting me believe that even after two years, you had kept it on. That you had been wearing it all this time,” Beca cried, face scrunched up in anger. Chloe tried to reach out to Beca but she wheeled herself back, she couldn’t bear to be touch by her.

“Bec’s it’s not like that. When I found out what Chicago had done I ended it. I never wanted him, I wanted you,” Chloe cried and Beca glared at her.

“When Chloe? When did you end it? After the proposal? The day I came back? When?” Beca shouted. She was angry, she knew she was angry and she knew she was allowing that anger to drive the conversation but she couldn’t stop herself. She was hurting, worse than any hurt levelled at her in Afghanistan.

And Chloe could see it, she could see the pain that Beca was warring with inside, she could recognise it in her eyes. In that moment she knew she couldn’t sugar coat or soften the blow. That nothing she said would make this easier or hurt any less. The only thing she could do, was be honest.

“The day before the wedding.”

That was it, the five words that caused a crack right down the centre of their world. Five words that lingered in the air between them creating more uncertainty than they had ever felt before.

“Get out.”

Chloe glanced up as the words pierced the silence and her face fell.

“Bec’s please, lets just talk about this. There’s so much I need to explain…I…,” before Chloe could finish her pleading Beca cut her off.

“Get out…get out…GET OUT!!” Beca shouted, nostrils flared, her face red, chest heaving as she finally became overwhelmed by everything she was feeling.

Chloe jumped back in shock at the outburst, but seeing that Beca was distressed, she fought against every instinct in her body that told her to stay and grabbed her bag, exiting the room swiftly. Once she was gone, Beca found herself rattling, body shaking with adrenaline.

In a moment of complete and utter black out rage she placed her hands under the table in front of her and flipped it over with all the power she possessed in her upper body. The coffee cups smashed to the ground and spilled everywhere, the long since forgotten granola and apple slice scattered on the floor in a mess.

Outside in the corridor, Chloe stood with her back to the wall, hand covering her mouth as she tried to smother the sound of her own sobs. From down the corridor, Aubrey spotted the redhead and dashed the hundred metres that separated them to her friend, hands reaching out and grasping her by the upper arms.

“Oh my God, Chloe, wants wrong?” Aubrey asked as one hand came up to comb through her hair. Sorrowful eyes gazed up at her and said just two words.

“She knows….”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Reckoning

Breach Masterlist

Warnings: non/dubcon sex (series), general angst, violence, death, trauma.

This is dark!Winter Soldier/Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Note: Promise I’ll update the masterlist today but here we are, we’re finally at the end. We’re saying goodbye to Bucky, Luka, and reader in this one. We’ve come a far way. This was one of the first series I started on here. It started as a one shot about the asset being the scariest but you guys turned it into something more, so thank you. (also that’s three endings in less than a week :))

I won’t demand but do ask for feedback; likes, reblogs, replies, comments, asks, especially on this series, but again, enjoy in your own way! <3 Love you!

You played with the leather strap around your thigh as you sat in the rattly train car. The freight was much like the one that saw you away from your prison so long ago and the same man sat with you, huddled behind the metal barrels and wooden crates. 

Your eyes rolled inside their lids as you thought of your son and his innocent voice as he sang his goodbye to you. Luka didn’t know you might not come back. It broke your heart to think you might not but you couldn’t let James face Hydra alone. He hadn’t let you.

Your hand settled over the gun strapped to your leg, another holstered against your chest beneath your jacket. There was a knife at your ankle and another at your belt. You were ready but you weren’t. How could you ever be ready for any of this?

“We’re almost there,” James whispered as he shifted beside you, “you alright?”

“Yeah, I…” you opened your eyes and tore your hand away from the gun, “ready.”

He nodded and got up to his feet, squatting behind the cargo as he pulled you up into a similar crouch. He checked your weapons then his own. He looked at you again and his lips thinned into an anxious line.

“Are you ready?” you asked.

“I have to be,” he answered and reached out to caress your cheek. You leaned into his hand then pulled him to you to peck his lips. He always seemed so meek when you touched him but he was softening.

“We are ready, James,” you assured him as much as yourself, “for Luka, we have to be.”

“You follow my lead. You can’t hesitate, understand?”

“I know,” you said, “I won’t. Those men, what they did to you… to us, they can never have our son. Never.”

“Never,” he echoed and turned. 

He kept low as he crept around the boxes and you followed. He unhooked the door and let it slide open with a loud grind. He reached back until you grabbed onto his arm and he stared at the moving ground.

“Up ahead, the bushes. You first, I’ll be right after you,” he said.

“I remember,” you said, “I know where we are.”

He looked at you and you let out a breath as you readied for your jump, “I lived close to here… with my mother.”

“Oh,” he uttered and went quiet.

“Come on,” you stood but kept hunched as you prepared to roll on impact, “this is about ending the past, not reliving it.”

He counted down and you leapt as the bushes thickened. You landed and rolled through the branches and dingy leaves. You heard him thumped down not far from you as you gulped the air. He was up before you and came to stand over you and offered his hand to get you to your feet. Despite it all, you barely felt the crash to earth.

“So you know where we are,” he said, “so you know where we go first.”

You pushed your shoulders back and sniffed. You said nothing and marched past him. He ran to catch up to you and you walked into the thin skeletal line of trees. He fixed the long bag on his back that held his rifle as his boots crushed the twigs and stones.

“Are you sure you’re--”

“What do we need from there?” you asked, “we get it and we go on.”

“Anything that’s left,” he replied.

You kept on, the terrain turning uneven and soon you were in the rocky passes that brought back bloody memories. That night with Luka in your arms as you walked in the boots of a deadman. You shuddered and kept on. You unholstered your gun as you got closer and James caught your shoulder before you could outpace him.

“I take the lead,” he warned, “you gotta slow down. You can’t just run in there and--”

“If there are any left, I will put them all down,” you swore as your hand shook, “you can’t understand. I have anger in my veins like none I’ve known before.”

He stared at you a moment and thoughts drew his brows together. His lips parted before he found the words, “and what else do you feel?”

“Certain,” you said, “that this will be over soon.”

He lowered his chin and puffed, his breath forming a cloud in the chill air, “this post is abandoned. They couldn’t have stayed after what happened but you stay alert and you point your gun at anything that moves.”

You nodded and he patted your arm. He turned and took the path ahead of you, the trail thinning out the further you got into the low mountains. As you approached the metal doors, he slowed and aimed his gun at the facade of the hidden compound. Rocks clattered beneath his boots and you brought your own weapon up in nervous expectation.

The doors were slightly open and he kicked one open, quickly poking his muzzle inside. He waved you on and you continued down the concrete hallway. The place was cleaned out but the bloodstains remained, painted across the floors and walls.

He led you down the corridors and checked each room as you waited without, watching each end of the hallway as he cleared the place. The further you got, the more the forlorn nostalgia took over you. You felt off, you felt every drop of blood coursing through you and the hot fury mingled with helpless sadness. You felt entirely weak but so powerful

When you got to the heart of the structure, you stopped and watched as James hesitated in turn. He braced himself and went forward into the eerily familiar room. The computers were smashed and the rusty medical equipment littered the floor. The glass chamber they used to keep him in bore the destruction of his escape and he went to it and peered inside.

You flinched as he broke away the last of the glass with his metal fist and quickly retreated. He was shaking as he began to tear open the filing cabinets, the locks cracking at the force of his intrusion.

You walked along the wall and slowly faced the windowed room. The bed was still there and the sparse furniture of your former existence. Your mouth fell open as your eyes tingled with tears. Those early days when you waited, when you dreaded his visits, when you watched him through the glass and wished for death.

You winced as he came up beside you and gently touched your arm. You looked at him and flicked away the moisture in your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said and his cheek twitched in pain, “I’m so sorry--”

“James, I know it wasn’t you,” you said, “I don’t cry because of you, it is because of them.” You took his hand and squeezed it, “did you find anything?”

“A few things but not what we’re looking for,” he said, “this place is abandoned. Whatever was left of… the experiment has moved.”

“And we know it will be where we’re headed?”

“Stark’s intelligence suggests it will be and… from what I can remember, it’s likely. Bigger than this place. They took me there in the early days.” He cleared his throat and looked around, “we’ll keep going until dawn. We will find somewhere close enough to rest and then…”

“And then we finish this,” you let go of his hand and moved past him, “James, I’m ready. I really am.”

✰

After some hours in a half-burned hut, you were wired. You ate rations under the open roof before you set out again. You hadn’t slept much as you and James took turns on watch. You stretched and went out into the wild and winding paths.

You climbed the steep incline of and followed the crumbling trail. As you got higher, it got colder but you hardly felt it as adrenaline surged in your approach. You ducked down as you walked along a crooked ledge and hopped off to hide behind a tall stone outshoot.

You looked down at the monstrous gates of the compound. You laid flat as James fixed the scope on his rifle and peered through the lens. He bit his lip as he adjusted his sights before he pulled his eye away.

“I can get the guards but we have to be quick after.” He nodded behind you, “down there. Quick. Gun out and ready. I’ll be right behind you.”

“We can do this, James.”

He lined up his gun again and inhaled. He took his first shot, the noise muffled by the long silencer. Several others followed before he stood quickly and hung the gun from his shoulder. He pulled you up and you ran to the decline that led between the sharp walls of the mountain.

He was a few steps back as you made you way down the treacherous natural steps and slid down the last few. You slipped to your knees as voices sounded from the gates and James fired again.

You got up as he latched onto your elbow and continued forward. He reached to his belt and unhooked a grenade, throwing it at the gates as you ran behind him. You hung back as the metal gates shook with the blast and he directed you forward with two fingers.

As you reached the rent in the doors, he stopped and took two more shots. Men fell into the cold dirt and you raised your gun to take your first. You remembered all those hours of training though you never truly knew how useful they would be. It was always a precaution, always a what if, now it was your life or death.

You pulled the trigger and another man crumpled. You kept close to James and picked off the last few men outside the installation. A sudden siren began to whine as you neared the open doors and you could guess that one of the guards had fled inside to warn all those within.

James directed you inside and as you made your way down the corridor, you stopped at the end and listened. You couldn’t think of the hammering of your heart or the thought of the death at you fingertips. You could only think; left or right.

“We need to separate,” you said.

“No, you can’t--”

“This place is too big, I’ll slow you down and you’ll slow me,” you insisted, “I’ll go right.”

“No, we have to--”

“You showed me, James. I know what to do. I know what we need. We have our rendezvous. We know what happens if we do not get there.”

He shook his head and sighed. You heard footsteps.

“We have to go,” you said and before he could argue further, you raised your gun and ran around the corner.

The first man hit the wall after the bullet entered his chest, the second fell over him with your next shot, and the third slumped against the next corner. You heard James’ boots and his own shots as they flew in the other direction. You pressed on and reloaded before you took the next turn.

Your pulse filled your ears and kept you going. Everything felt so clear, so visible, so loud. You saw and heard it all. It was almost as if you knew what would happen before it did. You’d never felt this level of clarity.

You went deeper into the maze, bodies littered in your stead as others fled, those in white jackets, those like the men who’d tortured you. You followed them, they would lead you to what you needed.

A man surprised you as he lunged from a doorway. He slammed you into the wall and your gun fired into the ceiling. You kicked him and he grunted and you grabbed his arm as his hand stretched over your throat. Without pause, without thought, you twisted his arm and he screamed in agony as both his wrist and elbow snapped.

You shoved him away and finished the work with a bullet. You stared at his arm as the shock sunk in. How could you have done all that? It hadn’t felt like anything at all, like bending a toothpick.

You didn’t have time to linger as another appeared and you fired again. Warm blood spattered your front as your legs kept pushing through. You came to a large room but bullets preceded you. 

You peeked inside, James was already there. A flurry of men were engaged with him, those in camouflage and those in white. You downed two men before your gun was kicked from your hands. You grunted and ducked under a punch you didn’t even see was coming, you just knew. You reached to your belt and freed the long hunting knife.

The blade tore through the man's flesh like water. The sickly glide of the metal sickened you and the flood of warmth down our arm churned your stomach. You couldn’t stop, even as your fear rose, even as you realised the destruction you wrought.

Another man, this one broken by a kick that sent him into the wall. Your strength startled even you. You heard James and looked around. He was on his back, barely kicking away his attackers as he aimed desperately with his pistol. 

You broke through the wall of man, shoving them to the side so that they flew back into the machinery all around. You threw your knife at a man as he aimed at James and you wrenched back another and twisted his neck until it cracked. The third you broke over your knee.

You rolled away from them and freed the gun at your chest; one, two, three, four. They all fell dead at the pull of your trigger. James stared at you and sat up. He raised his gun as your own was too slow and you felt an arm around your neck, the pointed tip against your chin.

“Don’t,” the man warned as his white sleeve scratched at your throat, “she dies.”

James kept his aim steady as he got to his feet. The man choked you and pulled you a step back.

“Drop the gun,” he ordered in Russian. You gulped and tossed it down as the metal cut into your flesh just a little, “ah, always thought you would be back. Always expected it.”

“Let her go,” James said, “you can’t--”

“That is the problem, you see? The human emotion dampens the serum. We don’t need the mind, only the body--”

You were quick. You slid your hand up under the knife and fell to your knees, taking the man with you as the blade dug into your fingers. The shot knocked him off of you entirely and the knife fell free, your blood pouring down your hand. You sat back on your heels and reached for your gun with your uninjured hand.

“We get the files and get out,” James helped you up, “more will be coming.”

He drew you past the corpses and began to search the desk and cabinets. He took a black folder and you helped break open several of the computers to remove their hard drives. He packed it all into the compact pack on your back and zipped it up.

He shot past your head as more soldiers appeared. He nudged you forward and yelled, “come on.”

You raced away from the east wing and barrelled down the winding corridors, following the trail of bodies left by your entrance. You added several more to the floor until you reached the front door. Gunfire followed your departure, met only in defensive retreat.

You carried on past the gate and into the rocky impasse. A sudden blast shook the ground and James caught your arm and urged you on. You didn’t look back as the shots faded into thundering booms and bangs.

You kept on until you couldn’t hear the carnage, until it was silent but for the whistling of the mountain air, until the adrenaline was gone and your hand seared with pain, the rest of the unnoticed aches rising to the surface. 

James stopped you and pulled you into a dark cave. He fished out his flashlight and little up the stony walls as he led you further inside. He pushed his head back and took a breath and he let the flashlight rest on its side and cast a plume over the dark space.

“We have to bandage your hand before we press on,” he said, “we get to the bottom at nightfall and keep going.”

“What was that?” you asked as he pulled out his aid kit from his pocket.

“My orders were to burn that place to the ground,” he said, “lucky the blast didn’t take the whole mountain down.”

He took your hand and wiped your fingers clean before he wrapped them in gauze. You were silent throughout as your heart slowed and you had a moment to think.

“James, what--” you blinked and looked down as he moved around you to unzip your bag, “I’m not mad. What was that?”

“No, you’re not,” he said as he pulled the folder out of the bag and went back around you, “it’s why we need to burn these.”

“What is it?” you asked.

He handed it over silently and retrieved his flashlight. He held it over the folder as you opened it. Your picture was at the front of the pile of papers, several signed by Ilyich, detailing the progression of your pregnancy. There were several explaining how the growth of the enhanced fetus affected the carrier. How the serum seemed to have molded with the DNA of the subject.

You looked up at James and frowned. It couldn’t be. 

“You never noticed before and I never wanted to make you,” he admitted, “I thought you would hate to be like me and that would be just another thing I did to you.”

“James…”

“I know, it was the soldier but it still feels like me,” he took the folder from you and closed it. “So I will keep you from one misery in this life. We destroy this now and when we reach the rendezvous, I delete any of that from those hard drives.”

“What do you--”

“We’re going back to Luka,” he said, “they can’t know because they will want to know more. They will want to try it again. Doesn’t matter if it’s Hydra or Stark.”

You nodded and he dug out his lighter. He lit the first page and watched it wilt into ash. You sat on a flat rock and rubbed your gloved hands together. You watched him burn the file a sheet at a time.

“I was reading about Canada. There was a program on the TV Luka was watching,” you said as added the last page and he stood, “what do you think? A nice little house for us. I hear it snows there. I love the snow.”

He clapped off his hands and reached for you. He drew you up and zipped your jacket up to your chin. He framed your face and smiled down at you in the glow of the flashlight hooked on his hip, “If you’ll be there, it sounds wonderful.”

✰✰✰

END

Thank you again for all your patience and support with this series. I’m sad but happy to be done. Let’s all imagine Luka getting to sled with Bucky up in the Great North and be at peace.

[skywalkerstyles]

Poly Relationship with Bakugou, Todoroki And Deku

Imagine 21: The Day

Summary: your ‘wedding’ day

A/N: so these can be read as stand alone fics. They won’t go in order. Just whatever requests or imagines come to mind. Enjoy💕

Warnings: sappy sappy fluffiness

Isle music:

You shake your head, reading your boyfriends texts as Ochako does your hair.

It’s a beautiful day, and the venue Katsuki found was absolutely gorgeous.

Beautiful and green, flowers and butterflies all around. You’d be getting married outside. And what a perfect day for it.

“Never thought you’d get married before me.” Kiri chuckles, leaning back in his chair as he watches you get prepped. You flip him off and he laughs, fully and loudly. He’s giddy and excited. But nerves are setting in for you.

“Kiri.”

“Hm?”

“Do you.....do you think this is going to be okay? I mean....what if they change their minds?”

Kiri is out of his seat in a second, kneeling in front of you.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ve told you before. They can’t get enough of you.” He grips your hands in his. “It’ll be fun. Watching the four of you get old together, bickering like children. I’ll have a lot of fun watching.” You smile as he brings you forward to kiss your head.

“Okay Kiri we need to get her in her dress. Out! Out with you!” Jiro shops him out the door.

“Alright alright. I’m going! Gonna check on the guys.”

“Katsuki. Your tie-“

“Shut up! It’s perfect!”

“Here. Let me help.” Shoto reaches out, redoing Katsuki’s tie. Kirishima can feel the tension when he walks into their room. It hits him like a ton of bricks.

“Hey. You guys alright?” Katsuki growls.

“The hell have you been?” Kirishima sighs, sitting next to Izuku. They all had black suits on, with light blue ties. They looked good. He couldn’t deny that.

“Visiting with your lovely bride to be.”

“How is she?” Izuku asks, blush light on his cheeks. Kirishima smiles softly.

“Beautiful as ever.” He can feel them relax at that, Bakugou stopped fidgeting so Shoto could fix his tie and the four men conversed easily.

You stepped out into the hallway. Met by Kiri and your beautiful daughter Yua. She wore a little white dress with a white bow in her hair, sitting in a small red wagon. Keigo would be pulling her out before you and Kiri walked out. When Kiri saw you, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened. The girls giggled behind him.

“What?” You ask. “Is something wrong?”

Kiri shakes his head. He reaches for you, pulling you into his arms.

“You are so damn gorgeous. I love you and I’m happy for you. So happy.” You hug him back tightly, squeezing your eyes shut to keep the tears from flowing. The girls said your makeup was waterproof but just in case.

“Wow!” You pull apart to see Keigo. He looks good in a suit, his brilliant wings close to his body. Yua giggles, making grabby hands at him. “You look gorgeous little bird.” He kisses your cheek before grabbing at Yua and lifting her into the air. You feel so warm and confident. You were about to marry the loves of your life, with all your friends around you.

The music begins to start and everyone gets into position. Kiri holds his arm out to you.

“Don’t let me fall.” You whisper to him. He grins.

“I would never.”

“Yes you would.”

“Maybe so. But not today.” He smiles, but his tone is serious.

Everyone takes their turn, walking out into the sunshine. You make your way to the door, gripping Kiri tightly.

“Relax honey. I got you.” He reassured. The music swells and you step out, keeping your head up as you walk towards your lovers.

When they see you, you feel tears slide down your cheeks at the looks on their faces.

Izuku is crying, unable to hold it in as he stares at you. You see his shoulder shake and want nothing more than to run to him, but Kiri’s grip on your arm keeps you in place.

Shoto looks stunned, his eyes glued to you, trailing up and down your body. He smiles proudly, stands a little straighter.

Katsuki is gaping, face red as he watches you come down the isle. You see him shift slightly, swallow hard, but his eyes burn into you.

When you finally stop in front of them you turn to Kiri. He hugs you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder.

“I love you.” He whispers before letting go. He kisses your cheek and then places your hand over theirs, before sitting down.

Since it wasn’t a normal wedding they each had their own vows, to say to each other and to you.

Shoto:

I never thought I’d know what love was. Not until the three of you walked into my life. Y/N, you are the woman of my dreams. I am in awe of you ever day. You inspire me. You comfort me. You are incredible and I still don’t think I deserve you. Katsuki, we had a rough start, but you are my rock. I can rely on you when times get tough, to take the reins from my hands and lead me. Thank you for loving me. Izuku...my little Midoriya. You are perfect in every way. And I love you. You make me want to be stronger, be better. I wouldn’t be who I am if it wasn’t for you.

Izuku:

Y/N. I fell in love with you at UA. You were mesmerizing and I couldn’t have asked for a better partner in life. You are my world and I cherish you. I love you so much Little Dove. Katsuki, I’ve always loved you. I think I was to scared to say it. But I’m grateful to have you. You’re there for me, through everything. Shoto, I can’t begin to tell you how much having you in my life has made a difference. You keep me looking up. You all mean the world to me. I love each of you. Forever

Katsuki:

Y/N, I love you. I’m not good with words but, I do. You make falling in love feel so easy and wonderful. We have our arguments but I appreciate that you never let me go to bed angry. You support me and you’re there for me. IcyHot, I hate you most days. But I love you more than I hate you. You...you’re a good man. And I’m even luckier to have you. Deku, I love you. You’re a pain in my ass, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

You:

Izuku, thank you for loving me so selflessly. Your love has saved me time and time again. I love you more than words can describe. You are my hero. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. Katsuki, my hot headed grenade. I never thought I’d be lucky enough for you to look my way, but you did. And you stayed. I love you. I love you so much it hurts sometimes, but you’re always there to kiss the pain away. Shoto, being with you feels as easy as breathing. And loving you just the same. I’m grateful for your love and your trust. You mean the world to me....I love all of you. So much. You’re my world. You’re my heroes.

You all exchange the rings, slipping them onto each other’s fingers and then, together, you say your commitment.

“I promise to love and cherish each of you, from this day until our last. And even then, I promise to find you in the next. I’ll never let go. I’ll always find you.”

[lo-frequency]

Bakusquad + Todoroki Pet Headcanons!

Just some hc’s of what pets I think the boys would have and how they’d treat them. This is definitely a crack post 💀

Bakugou

-A bulldog, named Killer. Killer the Great Explosion Murder Dog to be exact.

-He’s an all white bulldog with a little spike collar around his neck. The alternative is a collar with a fake grenade attached, usually used when Bakugou takes him out in public.

-Killer also has a harness with the little flare attachments on each side like on Bakugou’s mask.

-Despite his name (and what Bakugou wants you to believe), Killer is as sweet as they come. “C’mere, Killer!” Bakugou calls him, smacking his leg and you’re expecting this absolute menace to come charging down the hall. Instead, Killer’s stocky self comes trotting out of Bakugou’s room with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and his lil’ tail nub wagging.

-Bakugou’s like “I’ve been training him to be an attack dog” and Killer only runs like a few feet from the house before stopping, opting to lay down and roll over for a belly rub.

-Don’t be fooled by all his tough talk, Bakugou most certainly spoils Killer, that’s exactly why he’s so lazy. His days consist of begging for treats and pretending not to understand Bakugou’s instructions. Not to mention that he has a big, memory foam dog bed, gets fed real food, and Katsuki takes him for 2 walks a day, everyday.

-Pats him roughly, but Killer is one of those dogs who likes slaps on the butt so he doesn’t mind lol. They play rough too, and at any given time Bakugou can be found rolling around the floor, play wrestling with Killer.

-Imagine if he posted tiktoks of Killer and people started trolling him like “Killer is slow, my dog can run faster than him” “Killer is overweight” “He can’t even run down the street”

-Bakugou truly believes Killer can do everything he says about him, and gets offended if you even insinuate otherwise. He would get mad at all the haters in the comments, clapping back at them like “I know you’re not talking with that lil’ rat dog in your profile pic” and he’d challenge them to races in the local dog parks so he can defend Killer’s reputation 💀. Well, one person actually accepted so now Bakugou has to train Killer for his first race.

-And then when he posts videos of him and Killer exercising, people are like “You’re pushing him too hard” “Poor Killer” “Stop forcing him to exercise” He just can’t win 🤷🏾‍♀️.

-Denki comes over and exposes him like “Killer’s been training alright, training his jaws” while filming Bakugou passing Killer food under the table.

-“Where’s Killer?” “He’s training in the pool right now.” “In the pool? Dude, you know bulldogs can’t swim, right?” “Well my Killer swims all the time!” And his friends rush to his backyard to see Killer lazily paddling around Bakugou’s pool with a floaty fitted on his little body lol.

-Killer loves him some Katsuki. He would be so clingy with him, following him everywhere he goes in the house, to the point where Bakugou has almost tripped over Killer several times. He has to close the door or put a baby gate up so he won’t interrupt him and all you hear in the background is Killer howling at the door.

-Killer fan cams, lmaoo

-Katsuki goes live and all people are asking about is Killer, and all the donations are “Killer’s Treat Fund” “Feed Killer on Camera” “Give him a belly rub”

-Bakugou never should’ve showed Killer on social media, it’s his account now 💀

Todoroki

-I can see Shoto with beta fish, but he wouldn’t know that you can’t put two males in the same tank.

-So one day, he comes home from work and sees that one of his fish is,,,not alive.

-Shoto quickly puts two and two together after seeing that the other beta fish is a little injured too, and he is absolutely horrified.

-After he cleans up the mess, he just looks at the survivor fish. Shoto can’t help but feel contempt toward him. He’s a murderer, he killed his other fish.

-From then on, Shoto does not like the survivor fish. He still takes care of him, but out of duty as his owner, only 😒.

-People on social media ask him what his fish’s name is. “He doesn’t have a name.”

-And then he makes a post like “Some of you have asked me why my fish doesn’t have a name. It’s because I don’t like him. He’s a murderer.” (Y’all, please 💀)

-People start calling him Killer Fish and Bakugou comments that there can only be one Killer, and that’s his dog.

Kirishima

-A turtle. He’d have one of those turtles with the raised horns/spikes on its shell and his name would be Tank.

-So Kiri thinks Tank the Turtle is the toughest little dude around, and often posts videos of him swimming or walking around outside.

-He’s like “You know, I think he’s faster than most turtles.” “How do you know that?” He shrugs, watching Tank with a grin “I can just tell, I mean look at him, he’s going!” And Tank is chugging along the ground at a good .002 mph.

-He’d have Tank on his back as he does push ups or on his chest as he lifts weights. “What number are we on Tank? 100? Alright, 100 more to go!”

-Kiri would make videos of Tank doing tricks, like knocking down a wall of tiny styrofoam bricks or climbing over a little ramp he made. He’s cheering for him the whole time, and he gets a treat after. “That was so manly, Tank!! Good boy!”

-Yes, a turtle can be manly too.

Denki

-A guinea pig, mostly blonde except a little black mark on her head, just like Denki. And you guessed it…he named her Pikachu.

-Denki is enamored with her for the first couple days, carrying her everywhere with him and constantly posting her on his social media. He couldn’t wait to get home from work so he could play with her and feed her little bits of lettuce.

-She seems to adore him too, hardly moving when he pets her so she can maximize his attention as much as possible, and jumping on his lap whenever he takes her out of the cage.

-He holds her up to the camera like “What can I say? The ladies love me. Isn’t that right, Pikachu?”

-She’s so cute that he doesn’t question how her cage seems to pop open by itself sometimes, or how she sometimes nios at his fingers if he holds her for too long.

-The unfortunate truth is that Pikachu cannot stand Denki 💀. Idk what he did, maybe it’s the way he smells, maybe it’s his voice, idk, but she is trying her best to stay away from him.

-The cage doesn’t pop open by itself, Pikachu has figured out how to escape, so now Denki regularly comes home to an empty cage and he has to track her down to put her back.

-“Day 3 of missing Pikachu. This is what come home to everyday, guys” and he flips the camera to show bits of food and guinea pig droppings scattered all over the place. Her little squeaks haunt him at night, but he knows he won’t be able to find her.

-He has such a hard time finding her, and he swears she teases him by squeaking nearby, then running somewhere he can’t get her.

-He’s on live and people try to give him advice but none of it works. Pikachu rushes past the screen behind him and they tell him to look. Denki abandons his live to chase after Pikachu and you just hear crashing and yelling in the background.

-When he comes back, he’s in his ‘fried’ mode and people are like wtf happened 💀

-He managed to put her back in the cage, but he had to end the live early.

(Can y’all imagine being jealous of a guinea pig? 😔) Thanks for tuning in! :)

[honeypirate]

I’m glad it’s you (soulmate)

Tamaki Amakiji x fem reader

Warnings - has spoilers from season five episode 1. I don’t know if it’s accurate bc I don’t remember the episode all the way but I wanted to use that part of it

(I don’t know anything about Mirio’s parents and can’t find much on google)

Summary: Having the ability to see color since you were a toddler, you and your parents assume you just don’t have a soulmate and were spared the grey dull life without one. Tamaki, being in the same boat, thinks it’s too good to be true that his crush likes him back...

You felt lucky your whole life. Lucky to always have color when all your friends saw in grey. It was like pleasantville for them and you were blessed with color.

Sure, you’ve heard stories of people who find their soulmates as children who always had color, but your childhood friend was Mirio and he still saw in grey.

You head out of your room, your backpack bouncing along your back as you skipped down the stairs, humming a soft song stuck in your head as you make your way into the kitchen.

“Good morning Tamaki” you say softly, finding him at the table eating breakfast. “Good morning” he says down into his bowl. “How did you sleep?” You ask gently, he’s an introverted quiet guy and you always tried to make sure you weren’t doing anything that made him uncomfortable, the three years he’s known you at school he’s always appreciated that about your friendship.

He clears his throat, and you notice him shiver once “good.” He says and then surprises you by asking “You?” And looks up to your eyes for just a moment before he looked back to his breakfast.

“I slept well. Had crazy dreams though” you get your breakfast, just a pop tart, but you still want to sit with him “do you mind if I sit with you?” You ask, though the table had many chairs, all of which except his were empty.

“No” he says with a slight head shake and you smile, taking the chair one away from him. Close but not too close.

When your first pop tart was eaten, he speaks and it makes you smile “what.. uhh.. wh-what was your dream?” He asks his voice a little shaky

You swallow and smile, looking over to him as you spoke. “I was in space and you and mirio were there. We were shopping and then there were like colorful bubbles that I had to search though because one held the name of soulmate. But someone else found the bubble before I could and stole my soulmate. Then it turned out that person was a villain and we had to fight him and you and mirio died and I was alone in space. I don’t know what happened to the villain I just ended up alone.” You shrug, it wasn’t a nightmare just was strange.

You finish to it pop tart and roll up the paper towel you had so you can throw it away.

“Do - do you want to know m-my dream?” He asks and you smile, placing your elbow on the table and leaning your chin on your hand “yes. I do” you say with a small smile, making eye contact with him for just a moment, noticing his cheeks flush as he looks down again.

“I was on a mountain” he swallows hard and closes his eyes so he can speak without knowing you were looking at him. Which you weren’t, your gaze was shifted to the wall behind him, Mirio’s smiling face poking out from the wall.

“A-and you were there with me. You helped me learn how to fly” you smile warmly at him when he looks up to you. “That’s a lovely dream, Tamaki” you say “I wish I could fly with you, that would be amazing” you scoot from your chair to the one close to him and reach out “do you mind?” You ask, your hand beside his hair and he nods his head slowly once, his eyes looking into yours for the longest time he’s ever looked back at you.

Touching him wasn’t a new thing but you always asked before you did, just in case he didn’t like it.

You run your fingers through his hair and Mirio in the background cheers in silence, making your cheeks heat a little.

“Your hair is as soft as I hoped it would be. I love the color. I don’t think I’ve ever told you. this is actually my favorite color”

“Hey guys we’re gonna be late!” Nejire says as she comes into the the kitchen “no!” Mirio says and grabs his head making you and Tamaki jump and you pull back your hand. “No what?” She asks and Mirio tries to cover by laughing “just don’t want to be late!” He says awkwardly before he grabs an apple and tosses one at Nejire and pushes her outside of the dorm.

“They’re weird” you say with a laugh and get up, tossing your trash as he puts he rinses his bowl and puts it in the dishwasher. “Yeah” he says softly, his cheeks still flushed from you touching his hair.

***

“I love when we can be villains! If I didn’t have a quirk I’d want to be an actor” you say as you wait beside Tamaki in the training grounds. “I don’t like it” he says and you smile warmly “but you’re always so good at it” you say and he blushes “t-thanks” he mumbles and before you can talk anymore class 1A arrives on the scene.

“Tamaki!” You shouted from across the field, you were running as hard as you could trying to get to him when you saw Bakugou getting ready to blast him even after the training was called to an end.

You got there just as he released his grenade and you dropped to the ground, grabbing Tamaki’s hand and bracing yourself as you feel the heat burn your skin in a few places and rocks and dust hitting you as you close your eyes.

After the dust settles you pushed Bakugou off Tamaki and Kirishima drags him off

“Hey hey hey” you say softly and brush his hair from his face and dust off the rocks and “are you okay? That was completely out of line” he groans and you help him sit up “Tamaki?” You ask softly and he meets your eye “hi” you say softly and you run your fingers through his hair hoping to calm him down “hi” he says, his eyes were a little distant and you smile softly “let’s get you to Recovery Girl, okay? Is it okay if touch you and help you?” He nods and you help him to his feet, your arm wrapping around his middle as his arm wraps around your shoulder.

He was a little out of it, but not too far out of it to not have any reaction to you helping him. His hands were clammy and his heart was racing. He was thinking about how nice it is to feel your fingers through his hair. How nice you smell from your hair being so close to his nose. He wanted to bury his face in your hair and tell you how he thinks your eyes are the prettiest shade he’s ever seen. But his anxiety and nerves and the pain in his body won’t let him do that right now.

You stay with him the entire time he gets looked after, talking to mr aizawa and the principle about what happened from your point of view. After that, you were allowed to change from your hero suit and head back to the dorms.

You walked beside Tamaki back to the dorm, his bag over your shoulder no matter what he said to try and get you to let him carry it himself.

You place his bag down beside his bed and then head to the door “text me. Okay? If you need anything” you say softly and turn to meet his eyes. His eyes widen for a moment but he makes himself stay meeting your eye as he nods. “thank you” he says and you smile, making his heart race “of course, Tama”

“You should text her man” Mirio said as he pulled himself from the wall. “I don’t know” Tamaki says as he sits on his bed. “You should. She even said you could” Tamaki nods but says nothing.

“How about we all go to my parents place for dinner this weekend! Then you can have more time to talk to her without it being a big thing” Tamaki’s eyes light up for a moment “can we-?” Mirio nods “of course! My moms been telling me to bring home my friends anyway. So I’ll talk to Nejire and Y/n and it’ll be great!”

~ Skip to that weekend ~

“I love your mom! I’m so excited to see her again!” You say and hold on to Mirio’s arm. Tamaki gives Mirio a look and he laughs “mine and y/n’s moms are best friends” he says and Tamaki nods “that’s nice” he says and you can see in his eyes he means it.

“Thank you ma’am” you say as she hands you a plate and she laughs “you don’t have to be so formal” she says and you shrug with a smile

“I know but old habits” you say

Tamaki watches this whole exchange from right across from you. Watches how you smile and how bright your eyes get as you look down at your plate, waiting for everyone else to have one before you dig in to the food that’s laid out on the table.

You look up and make eye contact with him and he gasps, a pink blush dusting his cheeks but again, he uses every strength he can muster to not look away and realizes how worth it it was when you smile softly at him with closed eyes as you lightly bump your foot into his.

He’s heard about footsie before from Mirio, knows it simple and you don’t even have to really look at each other. But he can’t muster up the guts to bump your foot back. He sits there, eating quietly, speaking when absolutely necessary, and peaking at you through his hair every once in a while.

‘Just do it’ he thinks to himself ‘it’ll be fine. She started it. You can do it too. Just get some guts and do it god damn it!’

He moves his foot out, a little too quickly but he realized it too late. Feeling immediate regret and panic when his foot hits yours with too much force.

He expects you to yell at him or send him a glare but you surprise him, silencing all his doubts and fears by looking up into his eyes and smiling again. Reaching out with your foot and sliding it along the side of foot.

His cheeks flush red as he looks down to his plate, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as you repeat the action.

This continued the rest of the meal and Tamaki felt like a blushing mess but every time he met your eye he realized that you weren’t looking at him like you thought he was a mess. Your eyes were sweet and he could see the flush on your cheeks and ears, a few patches on your neck and chest that truly showed that you were feeling similar to him.

Realizing that you were feeling similar made him feel a little more bolder and braver. Keeping eye contact with you for a little bit longer than normal and branching out to run the toe of his shoe up to your ankle and back.

You chuckle under your breath and tried to hide how warm your cheeks were.

“Y/n are you okay dear? You look a little flushed” Mirio’s mother says and you laugh awkwardly “I’m good! You know how I like spicy things!” You awkwardly laugh and hope she buys it’s from the spicy food. Tamaki loves the sound, your laugh showing that you were as awkward as he was and that brought you down from the pedestal he had you on.

He had thought you were so many levels higher than him. Thought you were confident and thought you’d only want someone as confident as you. He feels like an idiot. You’re just a human being. A sweet girl who feels as awkward as he does sometimes. And you see color just like he does so that means you’re both without a soulmate. It seemed too good to be true.

After dinner you walked back to the dorms talking and laughing with Mirio. You kept looking behind you at Tamaki and smiling, making his heart skip every time.

You finished your conversation with Mirio and Nejire and then quietly made your way to stand beside Tamaki. “Hi” you say softly and he smiles, watching the sidewalk as he walked “hi” he said back and you chuckle softly “do you want to hang out tonight?” you ask softly but then cover quickly just in case it stresses him out “Nothing stressful!... just like. We can hang out in my room and watch Jujutsu Kaisen or something.”

He feels like his whole body is trembling he’s desperate to say yes but his tongue feels so thick. You reach out and gently take a hold of his hand “hey” you say softly and he meets your eyes “it’s okay. How about you come over or you don’t and either way.. We’re still good friends” you smile softly and he tries to return it, knowing it must have looked a little wonky, but he nods, and does something that feels against his every fiber, he doesn’t let go of your hand.

You look at him when you reach the elevator and he nods once, answering the question in your eyes. You smile and squeeze his hand gently as you press your floor number. When you both exit together you look over your shoulder and watch the elevator doors close on Mirio grinning and holding his chest over his heart.

“Have you seen this?” You ask as you type the website in your computer

He nods “I’m on episode 16” he says softly and you beam at him “I am too! What a coincidence. Do you mind if we just watch from there?” He shakes his head and you smile, clicking the episode.

You watch episode sixteen and in the middle of seventeen he shifts a little closer to you, his pinky taking a hold of yours. You hum in approval and turn to smile at him, moving the rest of the way close to him and holding your hand out with a smile.

He gently placed his palm against yours and laced your fingers together, you could feel how his hand shakes but you didn’t let on to it.

by the end of episode eighteen your head was on his shoulder. He reaches out and presses the space bar to pause the show but doesn’t say anything, just sits back and shifts more to turn into you, resting his cheek against your head that was still on his shoulder.

“Tama?” You whisper softly, cuddling into him more. “Yes?” He asks

“I like you”

He tenses, just for a few seconds, before he squeezes your hand softly

“I- like you too” he confesses, a whisper that he was kind of embarrassed about how not confident it sounded, but it was perfect for you.

You moved slowly, turning your head to look up at him, surprised and impressed when he met your eye unwavering.

“We’ll take it slow okay? Whatever you’re comfortable with. You don’t have to worry. I’m not gonna be mad or sad or think bad about you if you’re not comfortable with something and you don’t have to feel uncomfortable with me and you can talk to me about everything”

he smiles, his face heating up and he leans down to press his forehead to yours, your eyes fluttering closed. He sighs softly “thank you. I- I hope I can give you what you need” you smile and rest your other hand on his chest “you already do” you whisper.

“- kiss you?” He whispers so soft you didn’t even hear the first words but you nod softly against him. Your heart fluttering and your breathing becoming quicker. He swallows, his hand squeezing yours a little tighter as he tries to talk himself into closing the small distance but he seems stuck, he feels like a fish out of water. He gasps softly, relaxing almost immediately when your hand moves up into his hair, softly running your fingers through it as you patiently wait for him.

You’re so sweet. So patient and caring, he felt so extremely lucky. He feels his body relax and he leans ever so slightly, connecting his lips to yours.

(One month later)

“Thanks for having us back so soon ma’am” you say and she smiles, her eyes saying what you’ve heard a hundred times but she just shakes her head. “Of course! I love you kids. It’s nice to see you two finally getting together too! You’d think soulmates would stay closer through the years but I guess I was wrong” you and Tama both choke, you on your water and him on the air.

“What was that mom?” Mirio says, wide eyes

“They’re soulmates!” She exclaims like it was obvious “... right? I mean all those times I babysat you guys as toddlers, they were thicker than thieves and talking about every color in the book I guess I just assumed. Are you not..?” She trails off but you’re just looking into Tamaki’s eyes.

“You were the little boy I knew.” You whisper with a smile

“You’re my soulmate.” he whispers back, immensely more relaxed around you than he was at the beginning.

“You didn’t know?” Mirio’s mom asks and you laugh and shake your head “I thought I didn’t have one and that’s why I saw colors. I didn’t know it was because I met him right away”

“I don’t even remember being babysat as a kid” Tamaki admits with a blush, his hand resting against your knee under the table, confident and not shaking.

“I’m glad it’s you” you whisper and smile when his blush deepens. “Me too” he says back, his hand squeezing your knee gently.

[maxwell--lord]

Homecoming

Pairing: Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader.

Rating: E! (Explicit)

Warnings: Language, Sexual tension, almost getting caught, car sex, p in v, fingering, exhibitionism.  

Summary: Frankie and the team have been out on a mission in South America and you’ve been in America waiting for him to come home. You’re picking him up from the airport and you get caught up in desire.

A/N: This is a oneshot I built off of “Hand Grenades and Helipads” my on-going fic. It is dated for much further into the future of the fic but will have ties into it later. IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO READ THE FIC TO ENJOY THIS.

You pull into the parking garage and pay the toll for an hour, park your truck and grab your clutch and the sign you've had in the passenger seat for a week. You make your way through the crowded airport and wait by his terminal anxiously. A ding occurs over the intercom announcing Flight 138 is now unloading and you pull your sign up to your chest, gripping it tightly with sweaty palms. Fifteen minutes pass by but you see him coming, he's wearing a red button up shirt, jeans, boots, and the hat that you gave him on your second date and your heart begins to flutter. He looks up and sees you, a smile overcoming his face and he begins to walk faster, reading the words on the sign you made him. "Welcome home, Catfish. The only pilot for me.", it's cheesy but it makes him smile widely at you. He shoves his phone in his pocket as he approaches you, and reaches out to wrap one arm around your waist and pull you close, looking into your eyes with those deep brown eyes that are so full of love. He reaches his other hand up to gently hook his index finger under your chin and pull your face up closer to his before leaning down and pressing his rugged lips against your soft lips, moving his hand to cup the side of your face as he kisses you, with one hand on his side and the other holding the sign, but you hear some whistling from a distance, causing you to drop the sign and open your eyes to look. You see the boys, Pope, Benny, and Will. Benny whistling at your kiss with Frankie and you blush. Frankie unlocks his lips from yours and turns, keeping his arm wrapped around your waist to look at the boys and roll his eyes in annoyance. 

Pope slaps Frankie on his back and hugs him- "that was a grueling operation but it's paid off, we never have to work again and we are finally free, Fish" as he winks at you. Frankie pulls you closer as Pope says those words, knowing that mission could have gone wrong very easily and he can only think about how it would have left you alone. Benny walks up to you and places a gentle kiss on your cheek before beaming a wide eyed grin at Frankie and hugging him, "Take care of her, Fish, you know she loves you" Benny says under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear and you punch him in the arm "Ow!" he exclaims, "What?! I'm only saying what you're too afraid to say!" and you flush red and bury your head into Frankie's right shoulder. "Not funny, man. We all see it but she wasn't ready to say it to him." exclaims Will as he places an arm around you and Frankie to hug you both. Pope chimes in "We better go boys, let them catch up" as he waves you and Frankie away, before saying "We will see you tonight at 8:00 pm, the usual bar, you have ten hours." he winks. Frankie grabs his luggage and takes you by the hand, lacing his fingers into yours as you walk out of the airport towards the parking garage. He's rubbing his thumb up and down your thumb as you walk and he keeps looking over at your taking in the beauty of you, watching your hair bounce while you walk, the way your chest heaves up and down with your breaths, the way you smile and blush when you catch him looking at you. 

You both arrive at his truck and he throws his bag into the bed, grabbing your other hand and bringing it to his lips to gently kiss it before placing it on his chest and placing his right hand against the small of your back and pulling you in closely, leaning down to kiss your jaw, just before your ear and tracing his lips along the edge of your jaw until he reaches your chin, releasing your hand from his and slightly pushing you back into the side of the truck, placing his lips before yours, his warm breath against your lips and your heart flutters, when he breaks the silence between you "I've missed you" as he places his lips to yours, tongue dancing across your lower lip before meeting yours. You slide your hand down his chest to his waist and grab his belt buckle, holding it tightly in your hand, releasing your hand from his and placing it on the nape of his neck, letting your fingers run through his hair as his hand finds its way to your cheek, pulling you deeper into the kiss. His right hand moves up your back gently, tenderly, until his fingertips reach your bare skin and trace a line up your spine, your breath hitches and you shudder, letting a muffled gasp out while you kiss. You can feel his lips turn into a smirk and you pull your tongue from his, gently nipping his bottom lip and tugging it before saying "I need to have you", as your left hand traces above his belt buckle, pulling his shirt up slightly before you both hear an audible AHEM followed by a scolding tone "This is not your hotel room and my children do not need to see your actions" of an apparently upset passerby. Frankie drops his hands from you and you yank your hand from his waist, leaving your other hand to play in his hair. You both have wide eyes and are beginning to blush and fluster. He turns to look at the patron, softly speaking "Sorry ma'am, we seem to have lost track of where we are." The woman looking at you both in disgust, shakes her head and continues walking away, shuffling her children along with her. Frankie looks at you, smirking and nervously laughs, before placing a kiss to your forehead "Shall we head home then?" and you nod your head, still flushed from the stranger witnessing your moment with him. You pass him the keys to the truck, and he walks you to the passenger side; opening the door and helping you into the cab before walking over to his side and getting in, but he doesn’t place the keys in the ignition. He places his hand on the back of the bench seat and looks at you with hopeful eyes, you scoot over and nuzzle yourself into his side, placing a kiss on the spot in his beard that doesn't grow. 

He smirks and lets out a little chuckle, his hand reaching to caress your cheek and his other hand slips under the top your dress to play with your breasts. “Frankie, w-what are you doing?” your words are soft but laced with temptation and he looks at you “I don’t want to wait until we get home, hermosa. I’m going to fuck you in the cab of this truck, right here in this airport parking garage” he growls as he pulls your lips to his, swiping his tongue over your lower lip, wanting permission. You open your mouth, letting your tongue meet his, tangling with each other and his hands drop to your thighs. He lifts you onto his lap and reaches to release the bench seat, extending in as far back as he can, he remembers the last time you were in his lap in his truck, you both scared the shit out of Will and Benny. You grind your hips into his growing length under his jeans, his hands grip your waist and you moan “F-fuck, Frankie. Fuck me, please.”, the sound of you begging makes him pant. He slips his his hand under your sundress, tracing up your thighs to your hot, wet core and a cocky grin appears on his face “Hermosa, no underwear?” he whispers, running his index finger between your folds and then adding his middle finger to gently massage circles into your swollen bundle of nerves. This sends you into a practical frenzy, you roll your hips against him, moaning out in pleasure as he moves his fingers down to press against your soaked entrance, his fingers pressing into you, so thick and filling. He moves his fingers inside of you, fluidly, pumping you into euphoria. Your breath is hitching and you are quivering around his fingers. He reaches his other hand up to cup your breast before pulling the sundress down, exposing your braless chest and his lips find your nipple; sucking it into his mouth, letting his tongue glide over it and pulling off with a pop, before sucking onto it again and rolling the other nipple between his thumb and index finger, sending electric waves of passion and heat down your body. You moan loudly as your body stutters against his fingers pressing deeply, rolling and massaging your g-spot as you clench around his fingers, his shirt balled up in your fist. “That’s right, baby, cum for me, I want to taste your release” his voice is rough, demanding, and the feeling of his fingers pressing your g-spot, his cock twitching in his jeans against your thigh, and the euphoric feeling of him tantalizing your nipples pushes you right over the edge. You grab the back of his neck, quivering against him and moaning loudly “F-fran-frankie” and you spill down his fingers and onto his hand and pull him into a frantic, frenzied kiss. He pulls back and raises his fingers to his lips, licking them and sucking them into his mouth to clean your slick off. 

“Mmm, baby, taste so good for me” he whimpers out and reaches to unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling himself out and sitting perfectly at the entrance of your sensitive pussy. He grabs himself and pushes his cock between your drenched folds, the head pressing against your clit and he bucks his hips to give a little teasing friction, he watches you writhe at the friction, wanting more. “C’mon, Frankie, you fuckin’ tease” you whimper and he licks your lips before moving your hips up and pushing himself inside of you, the stretch of him is rapturous, dizzying, and all around tantric. Your breaths are altered as he thrusts inside of you, gripping the back of his neck and slipping your fingers into his hair, you search for his lips. Kissing him passionately as he moans into your mouth, your breaths mingling together before he sucks your lower lip into his, bucking his hips to penetrate you deeper. "You feel so good, baby. I’ve missed fucking you like this. I’ve missed the feeling of your slick dripping down my cock with each thrust” he growls out and you whine in pleasure at his words, his mouth crashes into your neck, licking a trail from your jaw to your collarbone, nipping the sensitive flesh and sucking little marks into your skin before grunting into your skin “gonna show everyone your mine” as he digs his hands into your hips, thrusts becoming a bit more erratic and throbbing deep inside of you. Your walls clench around him again, whimpering and moaning, arching your back towards him and slinging your head back as you bounce against him “I’m going to cum again, baby” you whimper out and tighten your grip on his neck, sliding your other hand to take a fist full of his shirt again. “Yeah? Good.” he grunts “G-g-gonna fill you up, baby” as he grinds his hips and thrusts deeper, moaning into the hot air of the cab, the windows are now fogged completely up and you slam your hand to the window behind his head, dragging it down to leave a clear indication of what's going on. Your body shudders as you reach your peak, clenching him so tightly that he almost instantly breaks, his thrusts slow as he presses against your g-spot, making sure you ride your high before he gets his. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” you pant out, gripping his shirt in your hand tightly “n-need to feel you cum deep inside of me, baby” and your words send chills down his spine, enough to throw him completely over the edge and he rolls his hips into you deeply, spilling ropes of his hot seed inside of you, moaning out “feel so good, fuck, baby. I missed this” as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, panting heavily, twitching as he comes down from his high, his hands caressing your thighs as his chest heaves heavily “I love you, so much, I always have. I knew the day you got shot.” He whispers into your flesh, planting kisses against your neck. “I love you too, Frankie. I have loved you for as long as I have known you” you say, pulling his head up to kiss him. You reach between the two of you to slip him out of you gently, both still sensitive from the intense intimacy you just shared, your body shudders at the loss of him and you move off of his lap to the side of him. He leans over and kisses your forehead, placing his hand on your jaw and looking you in the eyes “I’m never leaving you, not for this long, again” and offers you a smile “what do you say, hermosa, should we get outta here now?” and you giggle in response “We should probably roll the windows down first.” He puts the key into the ignition, starts the truck and rolls the windows down, and shifts into reverse to back out and head home.

Tag list:

@asta-lily @starlightmornings @greeneyedblondie44​

[centuriantalevevo]

Eveland line headcanons and shit- lmao-

With Ivy, Ike, and Eki-

With some x reader vibes

Ike has already said that Ivy is built in the boing being department HOWEVER, I think Ivy is also built in the height department- I think she's like 5'6- she tall as fuck in my eyes 😭😭😭

Ivy turns her back for ONE SECOND with a knife- or any weapon in the room for that matter-

Eki:

Ivy: exists

Eki:

Ivy: throwing Eki

Eki: screaming

Ike:

You basically have to babysit Eki because he cannot be trusted alone for even 5 minutes. You have to put him in one of those kid harnesses.

You have to put him in the shopping cart while shopping so he stays put.

He gets the most random bullshit-

"Can we get this? We're gonna get this" a 10 pack of knives, bleach, and then 5 liters of mountain dew.

What's he doing? We don't know- do we WANT to know?? Prolly not-

Eki is starting on his bullshit, Ivy is automatically going for the pressure point- No HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO DO SHIT- THE MOMENT HE EXISTS, SHE'S GOING FOR THE PRESSURE POINT-

Oh ya! Remember Ike saying "OW! She THREW something at me!", Ivy saying "I'm tired so I'm going to go take a nap..." and Ike saying "She's glaring at me-" "I'm po9kojg over trying to make sure she didn't hear me-" "If I don't wake up, it's you guy's fault!"

I like to think that Ivy somehow came into this universe, prolly because of Shu- and she lives with Ike and they just say they're siblings instead of trying to explain what the hell happened- and it works-

Some Alice Of Human Sacrifice type shit- "the smart older sister, the stubborn younger brother"

Of the two, Ivy might be SLIGHTLY older

When reader comes to visit Ike in Sweden I can PROMISE you Ivy is stealing them like yOink-

"Hey when y/n gets here, I'm stealing them from you" "what? No! Back off!" "NO! The 2nd season of All Of Us Are Dead is out and I want to watch it with them!"

Ike is still asleep, dead to the world and y/n wakes up before him for once- but.. Ivy is up before y/n- she usually gets up at like 3 PM because she's up until 5 AM for literally no reason-

"Oh wow you're up before me!" "Yeah, I actually went to bed at a decent time!"

"What's for breakfast? Y'all got cereal?" "Why don't we go out for breakfast, just you and me?" She asks, "what about Ike?" "I'll just leave a note for him, it'll be fine! If he's really worried, he'll call!" She grabs her satchel and that stetchy plastic wristband Keychain thing with her keys and everything, "let's go!"

She has a spair set of keys to the apartment AND Ike's car.

The two go and have breakfast somewhere, coming back a while later to Ike being awake.

"How dare you go without me..." Ivy just shrugs-

I made so many fucking memes in about 5 seconds on mostly Ivy and Eki lmao-

Eki on his way to say hi to y/n

Ivy: nO-

Eki so badly wants to say HI to y/n- he exists for 5 seconds and Ivy is running at him at the speed of LIGHT- "WAIT I JUST WANTED TO SAY HI TO Y/N-" "KILL THE BITCH!!!"

"H e l p"

If we go with Eki sharing the same body as Ike... Eki takes control but y/n instantly calls bullshit and KNOWS its Eki and he's just "I wanted to say Hi-" "And I wanna see Ike." "Aw... you're so mean... you don't love me?" "It's a hit or miss" "🥺🥺🥺"

If the Eveland family are the literal embodiment of Panty and Stocking with Gartbelt it feels like-

Ike replaces Stocking, Ivy replaced Panty

Or Eki replaced Panty, Ivy replaces stocking

Ike AND Eki replace Panty and Ivy replaces Stocking

If you got the "KILL THE BITCH" reference, ily- if not it's a quote from that show-

Eki actively likes to shit on Miku just to piss Ike off-

"Miku sucks, why do you like her-"

"I'm about to end the entire Damm world and make it look like an accident."

"no wonder you act like that, you like Miku"

"No wonder your mom thinks your a failure, you're EKI"

Eki shoots grenade bullets but he's not ready to have them shot right back-

Ivy DOES roundhouse kick him-

Ivy DOES hold him by his collar over a ledge like i'ma drop you- oH- I almost dropped you!!

Ike: asleep

Eki: I'ma st-

Ivy: hello motherfucker-

Eki: exists

Ivy: I'm about to end this mans whole career

Ike speaking Swedish, English, and Japanese

Ivy speaking those 3 and like 2 other languages-

Eki, struggling to speak English without a whole ass swedish accent and trying to grasp English grammar while screaming in agony

Eki: I-

Ivy: I am fluent in over 6 million forms of kicking your ass

Eki: I... wanna take a nap. Everything I make.. FUCKING... S U C K S

Eki: It's bad.

Eki: AAAAAAAAAAAAA

Ivy: You know that feeling about when you're about to lose your job life, sweety?

Eki: uh- n-

Ivy: It's a horrible feeling, sweety.

Ivy: I love you Ikey

Eki: its Eki-

Ivy: I couldn't bare to see you leave, I couldn't! I couldn't do it!

Eki: uh- thanks I-

Ivy: So here *gives him a note*

"You're fired lol Your life subscription has expired lol"

Ike: *sobbing*

Ivy: Ike, what's wrong?

Ike: Ivy... I can't speak english very well... my Swedish accent is too strong

Ivy: what do you mean? I hear nothing wrong with your English!

Ike: I can't say... road... roller..

Ivy: what?

Ike: road roller!

Ivy: w h a t ?

Ike: ROAD ROLLER

Ivy: I can't understand you!

Ike: forget it! God!

Ivy: I ' m S o r r y -

Ike: s h u t u p

Halo: come on now! All of us are great!

Ike: says the enby with a weird color scheme for both their outfit and stream overlay

Halo: that's the last time I'm helping a swedish VTuber

Ivy: that's racist-

Ike: you freaking cracker-

Ivy: THAT'S REALLY RACIST-

Halo and Ike: arguing

Ivy: Oh no...

Shu: *opera singing voice* aaaaaaa! Hey guys! What's up?

Eki, with a grin: I FINALLY GOT AN ENGLISH UTAU!

Covered in dust again

Eki: w a t ???

(Based off of "Luka can't say road roller" where Ike replaces Luka, Ivy replaces Al, Halo replaces Sweet Ann, Shy replaces Prima, and Eki replaces Miku)

I'm having Ike, Ivy, and Eki brianrot plz help

[slutforbuck]

Where've You Been? -- Bucky Barnes x Reader

I started this the day after TFAWS episode 2 came out, and I just finished it tonight. It's not the best, but I hated leaving it not done.

Tears crowded your eyes as you watched the man on TV. John Walker. The “new” Cap is what they called him. Turning off the TV, you glanced down at your phone to see a message from Sam. “I didn’t know that they would do this.” You smiled softly, knowing that Sam was just doing what he thought was right. No-one could replace Steve, especially not this man. You went back through your messages, seeing a text you had sent Bucky earlier that morning. Should I? No..I’m sure he’s seen it..I don’t need to bother him again. You sighed, wishing he would at least call you so you could check on him once in a while. He had been dodging your calls and messages since Steve went back to be with Peggy. From what Sam had told you, he hadn’t been able to get a hold of him either. Making your way to the bedroom, you began getting dressed. As you tossed your phone to the bed, the screen lit up, ringing with an unknown number. You grabbed it, answering with a questioning “Hello?” “Is this Y/n Y/l/n?” “Yes? Who is this?” “Hi Y/n, this is John Walker! I heard you used to work closely with Steve Rogers.” You stiffened, wondering what this man could possibly want with you. “Yes, Steve and I were close. How exactly can I help you?” “Well as I’m sure you know, I’m taking over the mantle as Captain America. I could use someone like you to help me out.” He sounds about as arrogant as he looks. “Mr. Walker, I really don’t think that would be the best idea.” You heard a huff on the other end of the phone and rolled your eyes in response. “Ma’am, we know that after Steve left, you stopped working. You belong in the field, you are amazing at what you do.” You sighed and rubbed your eyes in frustration. “I’ll try one mission. ONE. Send me details later.” You dropped your phone on the bed as you hung up and whispered to yourself, “Steve please forgive me. I hope Sam and Buck will understand.”

“Where are we going Walker?” You leaned back, arms folded and shot a death glare at the man. “We’re going to help some of your old friends.” Smirking he moved closer to you, “You ready?” You looked down as the helicopter began lowering and saw Sam fighting on the top of a truck. You immediately jumped into action, swinging down and landing on the back of the truck next to Sam. You tackled the man as you dropped, kicking him down the length of the truck. “What the—“ Sam flew upwards, then turned towards you. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” You laughed as you fought against the man in front of you, “Saving your ass apparently!” You jerked back as you saw a shield fly past you, barley missing the side of your head. Turning, you saw John and Lemar finally join you. They walked to Sam, “John Walker, Captain America.” “Lemar Hoskins.” “Looks like you guys could use some help.” Sam looked at you, both of you rolling your eyes. Suddenly, Sam flew off the truck, and John was knocked off. You sighed, and jumped down after him, watching as the truck full of soldiers continued down the road.

You propped your legs up on the seat of the jeep, hoping John would back off if he wasn't as close to you. He screwed up the mission, and you sure as hell weren’t going on another with him. “Hey you did great! We will definitely get them next time, we just need to regroup.” Rolling your eyes, you looked out the back of the jeep to the road. “There is no next time with me Walker.” “Now come on don't be like that.” John turned his head to look in front of the jeep and saw Sam and Bucky walking. He leaned forward and began honking the horn, trying to get their attention. The jeep pulls up next to them, and John opens the door, “So that didn’t go as planned, huh?” You looked out to see Sam ignoring you and made eye contact with Bucky. His eyes widened with surprise, then darkened with anger. Not being able to take a hint, John continued, “Look, at least we know what we’re up against now, huh? And we’re pretty sure it’s one of the Big Three so..” Sam glanced up at John, then back forward, “Aliens, Androids, or wizards?” “Pretty sure.” You tuned the men out, looking up at the sky and wishing John would just shut the hell up. Feeling the car jerk to a stop, you looked at the men, all still arguing. “You ever jump on top of a grenade?” Don’t say it. Walker I swear if you tell them about that dumbass thing with your helmet and compare that to everything that Steve did… “Yeah. Actually, I have. Four times. It’s a thing I do with my helmet. It’s a reinforced helmet. It’s a long sto—“ “John shut up.” You interrupted him, tired of hearing his mouth. “Guys it’s 20 miles to the airport. Please get in.” You looked to Sam with pleading eyes. Bucky rolled his eyes and climbed in after Sam. With the extra people in the jeep now, you had to move your legs to make room. There goes your plan to keep John as far away as possible. Tapping your foot on the side of Bucky’s, you tried to get him to look at you. Bucky looked up and stared at you. Eyes not blinking, body not moving. You tried scoot forward to try to talk to him, you had missed him so much and hated that the two of you hadn’t been talking. As you scooted forward, John grabbed your arm and pulled you back against him. You stiffened, trying to pull away. “Let go of me Walker,” you speaking through closed teeth and a clenched jaw. “This would be easier if I had Cap’s wingmen with me. I’ve already got his best girl.” As he leaned in to press a kiss to the top of your head, Bucky stood, towering over the two of you. “Let. Her. Go.” His eyes were clouded with anger, and he reached down and quickly, but gently, pulled you to him. “You can go with us. You don’t have to stay with him.” As you went to answer him, John stood and put his hand on the small of your back, “Bucky I can take care of her, she’s with us.” “Stop the car!” The jeep jerked to a halt and you flew forward into Bucky’s arms. “Walker I am sick and tired of you walking around pretending that just because you carry a stolen shield that you’re him. You will NEVER be Steve. Steve was a good man. You’re just a soldier.” You swung yourself over the side of the jeep and began walking down the dirt road, Sam close behind. Bucky lingered for just a moment, looking at John, “If I ever see you touch her again without her permission, you won’t have an arm to hold that shield with.”

“What the hell were you doing with him y/n?” You looked away from Bucky, ashamed that you had even considered working with Walker. “First of all you don't need to be jumping out of helicopters. Second of all, you’re really supporting this guy? He’s a total ass!!” Something finally snapped, and you turned to glare at him, “Bucky I have done nothing since Steve left. All I had were the three of you. Sam had his own shit going on, and you!” You stopped and turned to him, poking him in the chest with a finger, “You have ignored my calls, my messages. You have avoided me since he left! I agreed to ONE mission. Just to see if I could still do it, without the three of you. I was given an opportunity, and yes I was pissed about the circumstance, yes I was uncomfortable. But I took the opportunity.” Turning back you walked away. “Y/n—“ You ignored the voice behind you as you glared at the road ahead of you. Sam looked to Bucky, “Not the best way to get her back White Wolf. You better go catch her.” Jogging, Bucky caught up to you. “Y/n I’m sorry. I was out of line.” You paused and looked to the tall man now standing in front of you. “Yea Buck you were.” Pushing past him, you continued down the road. “Y/n please wait. Talk to me.” “What else do you want me to say James? You weren’t there to stop me, and I needed to do something. I can’t live my life crying over Steve being gone, I have to get back to work at some point.” Tightening his jaw, he looked at you with a fire in his eyes. “I know he’s gone, and I know that you can’t sit around doing nothing. I know that. But with him? Why not with me and Sam?” “Are you kidding me Bucky??? I have called you, I have sent you messages! Multiple times a day and you IGNORE me! So working with you wasn’t an option. Sam was taking time with his family, he wasn’t even working. Don’t pull that crap with me Barnes. After being around Walker, I am NOT in the mood for your bullshit.” You turned away from him again, trying to put some distance between the two of you. “Well that went over great Buck. Good job.” “Shut up Sam.” On the plane, Bucky tried to smooth things over again. “Come on Y/n, talk to me.” You rolled your eyes and turned to Sam. “So who was that on the truck?” “Flag Smashers. They’re stealing medicine and weapons and distributing them to people that have been displaced from the blip. We think they’ve taken a dose of the serum.” “Where would they have even gotten any?? Wasn’t the bit that HYDRA had the last of it?” “That we aren't sure about.”

You had just walked into your apartment when your phone began ringing. Glancing down, you saw Sam’s name across the screen. What the hell? “Sam?” “Hey Y/n. You need to get down to the police station. They arrested Bucky.” “They WHAT??! I’m on my way!” After quickly locking your door, you ran down to your car.

The doors to the station flung open as you stormed in, looking for Sam. He stood as he saw you and pulled you to a seat to explain what happened. “Sam why did they even stop? You were just talking!” Sam looked at his feet and then to you. “Y/n. You know why they stopped. Once they realized who Bucky was, they said they had a warrant out because he had missed therapy.” Before you could speak a woman’s voice came from behind you, “Sam? Y/n?” The two of you turned to face the woman as she stuck out her hand in an introduction. “I’m Dr. Raynor, Bucky’s therapist. I’ve heard a lot about the two of you.” You shook her hand as Sam nodded shortly, “Thank you for bailing him out Dr. Raynor.” “Me? I thought you did!” The three of you looked at each other confused, until you heard cameras snapping. “Oh please no..” You groaned, already becoming agitated and defensive. “You’re welcome sweetheart.” You looked up at John Walker, resisting the urge to spit on him or beat him. Sam stepped closer to you in an attempt to shield you from him. “Why did you bail him Walker?” “He’s an asset. We need him out in the field more than he needs to be in here or in therapy.” Sam tightened his grip on your arm as your eyes flashed with anger and you lunged towards him. “You motherfuc—“ A cold hand came down on your shoulder before you could finish your sentence and you looked up to see Bucky. “He’s not worth being arrested doll.” You looked up at Bucky, wanting to protest, but decided against it. “You need to leave before I decide that he’s wrong.” John laughed as he and Lamar began walking outside, “I’ll see you three outside. We need to talk.”

Dr. Raynor pulled Sam and Bucky towards an interrogation room, and motioned for you to follow, “We’re having a session. Now.” The chairs scraped across the hard floor as they were pulled closer together. “Who’s going first?” Bucky rolled his eyes as he looked at the ceiling, and Sam huffed, crossing his arms. “This is a waste of time Doc.” “I’ll go Dr. Raynor.” Barely coming out as a whisper, but your voice still bounced off the walls. Your eyes moved from the floor to Bucky, “What have I done to you Buck? We were so close..But you stopped talking to me. You completely dropped me, and then expected me to just come back to you with open arms. I don’t know what I did to make you so mad.” He looked to you and then Sam and scoffed. “Yea I left. What was I supposed to do? Steve left. Why wouldn’t you leave too?” Your jaw dropped and you laughed before you could stop yourself. “Are you kidding me Bucky? You really shut me out because you thought I’d leave you the same way Steve did?? You KNEW how much I loved you and how much I needed you. I would have done ANYTHING for you James.” Bucky looked at his boots, ashamed to look at you. “You weren’t the only one hurting Bucky. And just to remind you in case you forgot, we were together before you up and left. Then I find out from Sam that you’re DATING. So not only did you leave Sam and I as friends and ghost us both, you left me as a partner.” At this point your voice was becoming strained and soft and tears began to stream down your cheeks. Sam reached for your hand and gave it a squeeze, knowing how badly you had been hurting. Bucky looked at you, tears brimming, but not spilling. His mouth opened, then closed multiple times, not knowing what to say. He turned to Sam, unable to process his emotions for you at the moment. “Why did you give up the shield Sam?” “Why are you concerned about things that have nothing to do with you?” “Steve trusted you. He gave you that shield because he believed in you.” Anger began to flood his already strained voice as he leaned forward towards Sam, but gripping the armrest of the chair, trying to hold himself back. “And what if he was wrong about you? If he was wrong about you, then he was wrong about ME!” A single tear rolled down his face as he sat back in his chair, face going dark. Sam rolled his eyes and stood, “I’ll see the two of you outside.” When Bucky went to stand Dr. Raynor stopped him. “You may have had some sort of closure with Sam, but this hasn’t even been addressed. You have caused Miss. Y/l/n a lot of stress. You are going to talk to her before you leave this room.” Bucky looked over at you. You were holding your hands in your lap, staring at your feet, looking absolutely defeated. His heart broke a little seeing you so upset; he hadn’t seen you this upset in a very long time. “Y/n..I…” He tried to speak, but didn’t know what to say. Knowing that there was nothing he could say to make things better, he walked to you and kneeled in front of you. “Please Y/n, just look at me.” Hearing his soft voice, you looked up, still trying to avoid his piercing eyes. “Please.” You finally made eye contact, and almost broke again. “Doll, I know there’s nothing I can say to make what I did better. I know I fucked up. But..Sweetheart I did what I thought would be better for you. I didn’t want you to have to deal with me, to deal with this life.” Your eyes flashed as you stood. “That was a decision that you should have let me make James. I want you. I want this life. That was my decision to make, and you took it from me!” “I know..I know..” His voice was soft, sad. Tears streamed down both of your faces, and you dropped to your knees in front of him. “Stop taking care of me Buck. Let me take care of you for once. You’ve been through so much. Please.” Strong arms grasped your waist, holding you so tight that you thought they would squeeze the life right out of you. Turning to Dr. Raynor, you silently thanked her for the talk that you and Bucky so desperately had needed, then pulled him to his feet.

“Alright Sam, we’re ready, let’s go.” Red and blue lights flashed as you exited the police station. “So, how are we going to tackle this problem?” John Walker’s smug voice carried down the sidewalk to you. “Please tell me I don’t have to work with this dick again.” Bucky mumbled under his breath, “Not if I can help it.” With an undeserved confident strut, Walker made his way to you. “If we divide ourselves, we don't stand a chance. It would be an honor to work with you two. And an absolute pleasure to watch this pretty thing in action again.” A sick feeling bubbled in the pit of your stomach, and you involuntarily gagged, making Walker’s jaw drop. “Do you even know where they are Walker?” “Well. I. Well not right now, but it won’t take long for us to find them.” Walker’s voice raised and became harsher the more flustered he became. A smirk was plastered across your face, enjoying watching the man squirm when he was asked anything. Bucky placed his warm hand on the small of your back, beginning to guide you away as Sam spoke. “We don’t have to go through all of the hoops that you do Walker. We’re free agents, and besides, we actually know what the hell we’re doing.” As the words left Sam’s mouth, you stopped in your tracks and turned to see how John would react, knowing that it would be a good show. You watched as his eyes lit up with anger. “If you're not going to work with us Wilson, then a little piece of advice. Stay the hell out of my way.”

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Betrayed: Chapter Six

Summary: Everybody thought Steve’s sister had passed away decades ago. But when you show up at the facility and try to attack Bucky, there are questions to be answered.

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Warning: This chapter contains violence, description of damages on the body, swearing, thoughts of death, and some dismembered fingers.

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Chapter Six- Dog Tags

Y/N gripped at Alexei’s skin on his arm until she broke skin, causing him to let go of her throat. She dropped to the ground, coughing as the fresh air filled her lungs. When she looked back up she saw Alexei’s leather boot on Clint’s neck, threatening to press down harder.

“Now, you are going to come with me willingly, or I’m going to kill your friend, and anybody else who tries to help you.” Alexei threatened in his deep voice, his eyes locked on Y/N.

Y/N looked at Clint, before meeting Alexei’s gaze. She nods, holding her hands up non-threateningly, “Let him go, alive.” She said softly, “And I’ll get us out here without alerting anybody.” She promised as she stood slowly, feeling relief when Alexei removed his boot from Clint’s neck. Y/N watched Alexei carefully, making sure to show him no fear. She knew he thrived on it. She instead glared daggers at him. Just as promised, Y/N lead Alexei into the garage, shutting off any alarms that would sound and alert those who were sleeping. She looked at the various keys on the holder, trying to decide which to take. She decided on Clint’s black Jeep, grabbing the keys and throwing them to Alexei who caught them with ease before tossing them back to her.

“Do you think I’m an idiot? You’re driving. I’m keeping my eyes on you.” He growled as he got into the passenger side of the car. Y/N bit her lip and nodded, sliding into the drivers seat, securing herself in the seatbelt. She opened the garage with the opener and quickly pulled out, speeding her way down the driveway and off of the facility grounds. Y/N looked at the building in the rearview mirror, wondering if this was the last time she would see her home.

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Bucky awoke with a jolt, breathing heavily as he sat up. His dog tags jingled softly on his chest at the sudden movement. He rubs his vibranium hand across his face, wiping away the pellets of sweat that had formed. Another nightmare. He had watched himself kill an innocent woman who had witnessed his crime, watching her beg for her life as he squeezed the remaining life out of her by the throat with his then silver arm. He looked around his room, catching his breath. His room was bare. There were no pictures on the wall. He had a recliner in the corner beside a small table that had a lamp on it with a small notebook as well. He also had a desk, the only belongings on it were an almost empty bottle of whiskey and a glass. His tv was on, playing a rerun of an old baseball game. There was no bed, instead just some pillows and blankets on the floor. Beds were too comfortable for him, he could never get to sleep when he was in one. Bucky pulled himself off the floor, reaching for the remote to turn off the tv. He pulls a grey shirt on over his head, interrupted by a knock at the door. Bucky adjusted his gaze over to the closed door, wondering if it was Y/N. He smiled as he walked over hoping to see her red eyes staring at him. He turned the knob and opened the door only to find the wrong Rogers on the other side, turning his smile into a bit of a frown.

Steve looked at Bucky with concern in his eyes, “We have a problem.”

The team gathered in the medical bay once again, looking at Clint who laid in the bed, monitors beeping in tune with his heartbeat. He had a few stitches to his head where he had been hit that knocked him out and his neck was red from where the boot had been smashing his neck. But he was awake and talking, “I didn’t get a good look at who did it.” He said softly, wincing at the pain from his neck as he spoke, “I was out for a run and then there was this man with blonde hair and red eyes. He knocked me out.” He lifted his hand to touch the spot stitched on his head, “Next thing I remember is Steve found me."

“Alexei.” Bucky muttered, remembering Y/N’s description of the man. He was the one with blonde hair, “His name is Alexei. He’s one of the other ones like Y/N. The one she hears is Dimitri.” Bucky revealed to the team, feeling the anger growing inside of him. Alexei had taken her. Bucky had promised to keep her safe and he failed. He turned and allowed his vibranium arm to punch through a glass door, causing it to shatter leaving the glass shards at his feet.

Steve watched it unfold, seeing the pain on Bucky’s face as well as the rage. He was finally understanding how much Y/N meant to him. He walks over to his friend, placing a hand on his shoulder, “We will get her back, Buck. I promise.” He said, nodding as he said this as if trying to tell himself also

“Y/N took Clint’s car.” Natasha said as she came in after doing a thorough check of the facility, “We can figure out where she is, she doesn’t know how to turn the tracker off.”

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Y/N gripped the steering wheel tightly, biting her lip at the silence. Her memories of Alexei were flooding back as he sat next to her. He was ruthless, enjoyed every kill. He was dangerous. She drove fast, swerving around the curves of the road they were on. Alexei sat in the passenger seat, watching every move she made and spitting out directions. Y/N moved her eyes to look down the cliff from the side of the road for a split second before returning her gaze back ahead of her. She pressed down on the gas petal slightly. There was a reason she had taken Clint’s car, she knew he had to have some secret stash of weapons hidden in here somewhere. Her eyes slowly looked over to Alexei who had finally taken his gaze off of her to look down at the cellphone in his hand, noting he hadn’t put his seatbelt on. “This is my chance..” Y/N thought. She gripped the steering wheel tightly and cranked the wheel to the left, causing the car to turn sharply and drive off the cliff.

The car tumbled down the cliff, causing Y/N’s body to shift in all different directions in the car before the airbags deployed. It hit the large rocks on the way down until it reached the forest area below. The car bounced around between the trees before finally coming to a stop by smashing into one of the trunks of a large tree. Y/N opened her eyes as the car was stilled, groaning at the pain from being thrown about. She could feel the seatbelt digging into her chest. She pushed the airbags away from her face and removed her seatbelt. There was a loud ringing in her ears which was slowly fading. Y/N usually didn’t feel much pain, but this was painful enough that she was. She looked at the windshield, noticing a large hole in it. Alexei must’ve been ejected.. She thought, part of her plan all along, though she knew that wouldn’t keep him down long. He was built like a boulder and his rage made it so he wasn’t down for long. She reaches her hand over to the glove box, wincing in pain as she pried it open. Thank god, Clint. She thought as she saw a handful of grenades and some extra arrows also. She grabbed one of the arrows, clicking it to its explosive setting like he had shown her before tucking it between her sweat’s waistband and her skin. She could hear branches cracking outside, knowing Alexei was coming. Y/N pushed the car door open, falling to the ground out of the car. Her balance hadn’t fully returned yet. She looked up, watching Alexei approach her with anger in his eyes. She could hear his growling growing louder as he got closer. He was covered in cuts from the glass and fall, bleeding through his shirt.

Y/N gasped as he grabbed her by the throat again, lifting her up so her feet dangled above the ground. He proceeded to slam her into what remained of hood of the car, growling with anger, “You Bitch.” He snarled. Y/N winced at the slam, hearing small cracks within her body. She assumed the cracks had been some of her ribs. She groaned again, opening her eyes to look up at Alexei’s red ones.

“Dimitri wanted you back alive, but your corpse will have to do.” Alexei spat at her in his thick Russian accent, lifting her from the hood and slamming her down again before tossing her against the trunk of a tree with ease, making her yelp a little at the impact.

Y/N laid on the floor, coughing up a little blood onto the dirt. She once again was met with Alexei’s hand at her throat, lifting to pin her against the tree. She stared at him, once again showing no fear. She thought for a moment this was going to be her end, closing her eyes as if to accept it. She felt the pain run up her body, the air emptying her lungs as Alexei’s hand trapped new air from coming in. As she stayed still, thinking of her demise, memories of her time at the facility flashed through her head. Seeing her brother again. Watching tv with Wanda. And Bucky… Oh, god, Bucky. Y/N thought of their moments together then thought about what he would go through if she just gave up in this moment. She felt the anger rise inside of her, adrenaline kicking in and blocking out her pain. She opened her eyes again to meet Alexei’s, a deep growl passing her lips. Y/N lifted her hand, grabbing his arm and twisting it away from her neck, wincing slightly at the pain in her own arm. Alexei landed a punch to her cheek, which she returned to his nose. She fought through the pain with each movement, absorbing each punch landed to her as she continued to back him up with her own punches. Y/N backed him up closer to the car, before kicking him in the chest causing him to fly back into the car through the driver side door which shut behind him due to the impact. Y/N pulled the arrow out of her sweatpants, clicking it again to activate. She ran towards the car, throwing the arrow in through the hole in the windshield, right by the glove box full of grenades and Alexei. She tucked her head as she tried to move away, but the arrow went off before she could get to a safe distance. There was the first explosion from the arrow, then the grenades started exploding before the engine and gas tank of the car itself exploded, releasing a large cloud of smoke along with a fireball into the sky. Y/N was thrown back, hitting a large boulder. She let out a cry as her head hit the hard rock before falling to the ground. Everything was suddenly still as the pain within her body quickly returned. She opened her eyes to look at the sky, seeing that the sun was rising. She felt the warm rays hit her face through the tree top. She stared for a moment at the trees lightening, her memories bringing her back to the sunrise with Bucky. And with those memories, her eyes closed and the world around her faded into darkness.

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“We got a body around what’s left of the car!” Sam yelled, then had a look of disgust, “Well, pieces of a body.” He muttered as he saw some fingers not attached to hand. Bucky and Steve were at his side in seconds, looking at the pieces. Bucky felt a little relief as he saw the fingers, too big to be Y/N’s. But where was she? The car had been pretty much blown to pieces, Alexei also.

“It isn’t her.” Steve said, breaking the silence as he looked around, trying to find any sign of his sister.

“I’ve got her.” Wanda’s voice came over their earpieces, it was silent before she continued, “Sam, Nat, keep them back. I need to get her back to the facility quickly.”

Steve and Bucky moved to run to Wanda’s position, but were stopped by Natasha and Sam who held them back. Bucky pushed Sam away with ease, running towards Wanda. Steve got passed Natasha also, following close behind. They paused when they saw Wanda using her abilities to levitate Y/N from the ground with herself, headed back up the hill. Blood dripped from Y/N’s body, leaving a trail behind. Bucky watched her, horrified at how she looked. She was covered with gashes, her clothes torn. He noticed her hair was mess with dirt and blood. Her face was red and starting to develop black bruises. Her skin on her arms seemed a little scorched from the blast. He watched until Wanda was out of view, knowing that Wanda would levitate them all the way back to the facility where they already had a medical team on standby. Bucky turned to look at Steve, anger bubbling inside of him. Steve met his gaze, the same anger reflected back at Bucky. They both made their way back up the hill passed Natasha and Sam, leaving them to clean up the mess. They got in one of the SUVs and sped back towards the facility in silence.

Steve and Bucky waited outside the med bay doors. The curtains had been drawn for privacy so they couldn’t see inside while the medical team worked on Y/N. Wanda paced the room, chewing on her fingers with concern. Bucky sat hunched over in the chair, his foot tapping impatiently as he stared at the floor. Steve was standing by the doors, watching the curtain for any movement, before looking at Bucky, “You said his name was Alexei?” He asked, breaking the silence. He needed to know what Bucky knew.

Bucky nodded, looking over to Steve. He debated sharing what Y/N had told him. He sat back in the chair, running his right hand through his hair slowly, “His name was Alexei. The one that talks to her is Dimitri.” He said, the names coming off his tongue in disgust, “Dimitri wanted to overthrow the Hydra facility. With Alexei’s help, Dimitri was trying to make Y/N comply with the plans. He bit her, envenomating her and causing hallucinations, but the venom doesn’t kill her. That’s where those scars are from.” He divulged his knowledge, knowing it was safer for Y/N if Steve knew. He stood from his chair, “Dimitri must’ve sent Alexei to collect her.”

Steve listened, his forehead wrinkling with worry and anger, “With Alexei gone, he may come for Y/N himself next.” He said, his brain processing the information and trying to come up with a strategy to keep Y/N safe. Both Steve and Bucky turned quickly at the sound of the door to the med bay finally opening, rushing over to the doctor who had slipped through and closed the door behind her. She looked between Steve and Bucky before speaking, “The good news is Y/N is healing extremely quick. She should be fine and make a full recovery. I’ve seen her blood work, she has extra enzymes in her DNA that make her heal at a remarkable rate. Given the extent of her injuries, any normal human would be dead just from the car accident alone.” She said.

Steve nodded listening to the doctor, relief washing over his body as he heard Y/N would be okay.

“The bad news is,” The doctor continued, “We have to keep her sedated. She kept waking up not knowing the extent of her injuries and trying to move around so she is very, heavily sedated. I will be keeping her unconscious for a few days while her body heals itself. I’ll keep a close eye on her, but you can go in and see her.”

As soon as Bucky heard that he could see Y/N, he was through the door in an instant. He is eyes fell upon Y/N’s battered body. He approached slowly, reaching out to her with his right hand to sweep some of the dirty hair from her bruised face. He winced at the dark marks, never thinking he would see her like this. His body filled up with guilt. He had promised to protect her, keep Alexei and Dimitri from hurting her again. He had failed. She laid in front of him in the worst shape he has seen another human being in. If he didn’t know better, he would think she was dead. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He whispered to her softly, “I should’ve been there to protect you.” His voice broke with sadness.

Steve was now in the room, listening to Bucky whisper to his sister. He approached the side of Y/N’s bed, placing his hand on Bucky’s left shoulder, “She’s still here, Y/N will be okay.” He reminded his friend. Wanda had came in behind Steve, her tear filled eyes looking at Y/N. She went to the opposite side of the bed from Steve and Bucky, quickly gathering Y/N’s pale hand into hers. Wanda had witnessed so much pain in her life, this was just another thing that added to her long list of trauma.

Over the next few days Y/N’s small cuts healed quickly, leaving tiny silver scars in their place. Her bruising and swelling had gone down significantly. Eventually Steve got the okay to move her back to Y/N’s and Wanda’s bedroom as long as she stayed sedated for a couple more days. He didn’t want her to wake up surrounded by doctors and machines in the medical bay. Steve would visit her everyday and sit by her bedside for a while, watching her body heal itself miraculously. Wanda helped care for Y/N as she stayed sedated. She cleaned Y/N’s hair and brushed it everyday, wanting her to look nice. Bucky sat in the chair next to her bed constantly, even more than Steve, only leaving when Wanda requested privacy to clean Y/N up or to sleep. He brought sunflowers to put by her bed one day, hoping to see Y/N smile at them when she awoke. He watched as her larger wounds slowly started to close. Sometimes he would hear something inside her crack, assuming the sound was her bones going back into their proper positions. The doctor had told them that would happen as she healed herself. Sometimes Y/N would flinch in her sleep, gripping the blanket draped over her. Bucky would always touch his hand to her’s gently until she relaxed her grip. He liked to think Y/N knew he was there by her side.

It was day six with Y/N under sedation. Bucky got himself up off his makeshift bed on the floor, dragging himself to the bathroom for a quick shower before he would check on Y/N. He exited the bathroom dressed in jeans and a black t shirt, rubbing a towel through his hair as he walked down the hall. He froze when he heard some laughter coming from the other side of Y/N’s and Wanda’s door. He knocked gently, hearing Wanda say come in. He opened the door slowly, immediately looking over to Y/N. His blue eyes met her red ones and his insides melted. All the worry left his body. She was awake. He walked over and sat in the chair by her, “Hey..” Was all he managed to say as he reached out and touched her hand, smiling when she grasped his hand back.

“Hey.” Y/N replied with a small smile, still feeling a little loopy from the now lowered sedation. She was almost all healed besides some of the larger gashes. She also felt extremely sore as her body was pulling itself back together, “You’re just in time to meet McDreamy.” She said, motioning her free hand towards the tv that was playing an episode of Grey’s Anatomy.

Bucky chuckled, giving her a crooked smile, “Ah, I get to finally see what this McDreamy is all about. Size up the competition.” He joked, leaning back in his chair as he kept his eyes on Y/N’s face.

Y/N giggled at his reply, “Oh no, you know where I stand with McDreamy. It’s McSteamy you should worry about. I got a thing for older guys.” She said softly, smiling at him.

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Oh great, now there’s a McSteamy.” But smiled when she made her comment about older guys, knowing that was meant towards him. He looked over at Wanda as she exited the room, taking empty glasses with her to fill with water. He returned his gaze back to Y/N, reaching up with his vibranium hand to touch her face softly, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I should’ve been there. I promised you.” He said softly, his smile changing into some sort of a defeated and guilty frown.

Y/N’s eyebrows came together as she listened to his apology, shaking her head, “No, Buck.” She said softly, “I should’ve came to you like you told me. He woke me up, singing in my head. I almost came into your room, but I didn’t. I should have. Dimitri did this, and Alexei.” She reminded, knowing now she should’ve just gone into his room. But then she wondered what would’ve happened if she did. She wondered if Clint would still be alive. She wondered if Alexei would’ve came in to get her, hurting whoever stood in his path. She sighed, leaning her head back against her pillow, closing her eyes at the thoughts. Her head ached from being thrown against that boulder from the explosion of the car, “Alexei is dead, right?” She asked softly, needing confirmation.

Bucky nodded, “You blew him up into pieces.” He reminded, wondering how much Y/N remembered.

Y/N sighed in relief hearing that Alexei was dead, “ It was the only way I could think of keeping him down. He would’ve just kept coming unless… I killed him.” She whispered, just then realizing she had killed another being. Even if that person was Alexei and it was kill or be killed, it didn’t sit well with her, “Thank god for Clint and his hidden arsenals.” She muttered, then looked over at Bucky with concern, “Is he alright?”

Bucky nodded again, stroking his thumb along her hand gently. He could hear the guilt in her voice as she mentioned Alexei, “Barton is fine. A little bruised up, but he will be fine, thanks to you. We watched the security footage, you saved him.” He watched Y/N for a moment before speaking again, “Promise me, Y/N. Promise me next time you hear Dimitri that you won’t hesitate to find me.” He lifted his right hand from her grasp to gently stroke her hair.

Y/N nodded slowly, feeling suddenly tired again, “I promise, Bucky.” She whispered back, her eyes fluttering as if she was fighting the sleep until she gave in, asleep again. It took a lot out of her as her body healed itself. Although the pain was subsiding, she knew her body was still injured and would take a while longer until she was able to push herself normally.

Wanda helped Y/N over the next couple days as she continued to heal. As much as Y/N hated the help, she accepted it. Y/N didn’t really feel the pain anymore, but the doctors had assured her time and time again that even though she didn’t feel the pain, it was still there and she needed to take it easy which meant Wanda was constantly tending to her every need like she was a helpless child.

“I don’t need you to sit in the bathroom while I shower, Wanda.” Y/N said as Wanda took a seat on the cupboard by the sink. Y/N folded her arms as if refusing to take off her clothes, the hot water in the shower behind her causing the mirror to steam up.

Wanda rolls her eyes, “And what if you fall again? You want to sit there embarrassed for another hour, or would you like me to help you up and not tell a soul?” She bargained, then closes her eyes, “I’m not peeking, get in there.” She demanded, using her ability to open the shower curtain, “And don’t make faces at me.”

Y/N stuck her tongue out at Wanda as if admitting defeat, before shedding her clothes and stepping into the shower, pulling the curtain closed behind her. She winced a little as the hot water ran down her skin. She took the time to look at all of her new scars from Alexei, tracing them softly. She quickly finished washing her hair, scrubbing her scalp and wincing. Her head and back hurt the most still from being slammed against the rock during the blast from the car. She turned off the shower as she finished to find a floating towel on the other side of the shower curtain, Wanda smiling with her eyes still closed. Y/N snatched the towel and dried herself off before changing into fresh clothes. Wanda helped brush through Y/N’s hair gently, careful to avoid putting too much pressure as she knew Y/N’s head still was sensitive.

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Bucky sat with Steve in the training area of the facility, just getting done sparring with each other. It had been a good release for both of them from their anger over what had happened to Y/N. Bucky looks at Steve, “I lied to you before, Steve.”

Steve looked at him confused, “About what?” He questioned. Bucky never lied to Steve for as long as they knew each other. Bucky would always just dodge questions he didn’t want to answer, but never lie.

Bucky sighs, running his hand through his hair, “After Thanos. When you came back from returning the stones. You told me about how you wished you would’ve stayed back in time with Peggy, experience life with her but couldn’t do it because it felt selfish. You asked me if I would’ve done the same thing, go back and live a normal life in my own time.” He paused, looking at his vibranium hand before looking back to Steve, “I told you no. That was lie. If I had the opportunity, I would’ve been selfish. I would’ve gone back and kept the promise of that date to Y/N without even thinking about it. She would’ve been the one I went back for.” He said softly, imagining what it would’ve been like for himself and Y/N if he was able to go back in time and keep his promise to her. He wouldn’t have allowed her to be taken by Hydra, he would’ve protected her and had a long life showing nothing but love to Y/N.

Steve nodded at Bucky’s words. Everyday he realized more that the way he felt about Peggy, that undying love, was the same Bucky felt for his sister, “There isn’t a day that goes by I don’t think about Peggy. I wish everyday I would’ve taken that opportunity to go back and be with her.” He remembered, looking into the distance with his blue eyes as if he was day dreaming, before returning his look to Bucky, “You get the opportunity to try again with Y/N, though. You don’t have to go back.” He said, patting Bucky’s shoulder, “Just don’t screw it up.” Steve stood up to leave the training room, accepting the fact that whatever feelings Bucky and Y/N had for each other was something he needed to just step out of the way of.

“I won’t.” Bucky said with a small smile. Hearing that Steve seemed to finally be accepting of the feelings between him and Y/N made him happy, calm. He didn’t have to worry about what would happen to his friendship with Steve as he pursued his relationship with Y/N. He got himself up and followed Steve out, going to clean himself up before he went to see Y/N.

Bucky walks into his room after his shower, rubbing his hair with a towel to dry. He wore only black sweatpants and his dog tags, planning to change into something nicer before seeing Y/N. He shut the door behind him and turned to look in his room, pausing seeing Y/N’s red eyes staring back at him from his recliner. He smiled as he saw her sitting there, “What’re you doing in here, doll?” he asks, throwing the towel in a clothes hamper.

Y/N watched him enter the room, biting her bottom lip at the sight of his bare chest and his dog tags dangling. He looked perfect, like some sort of god. His words snapped her back to reality and she looked from his chest to his eyes, meeting his gaze, “I was looking for you.” She said, a smile crawling across her lips, “Is.. that your bed?” She ask, pointing at the blankets and pillows on the floor where an actual bed should be.

Bucky grinned as her saw her eyes flicker from his body to his face, wondering if that was want he saw in her eyes for a moment. He looked where pointed to his make shift bed, before looking back to her, “Uh, yeah. I guess I’m just used to sleeping on a harder surface.” He explained, walking past her to the closet and pulling a shirt out his closet, pulling it over his head. He watched Y/N look at his chest once more before it disappeared under the shirt, grinning again to himself, “What can I do for you, darlin?”

Y/N nodded as he spoke about his bed, watching him put his shirt on, shielding her view. Her eyes flickered back to his face, “I was just escaping Wanda’s watchful eye, she won’t even let me shower by myself yet.” She said with a sigh, “Which I appreciate her taking care of me, just sometimes she seems like a helicopter mom. A helicopter mom I love to bits.”

Bucky laughed at her analogy, secretly appreciating Wanda keeping an eye on Y/N. He knew as well she wasn’t fully healed and needed to take it easy for a little longer, “Well after what you went through, I don’t blame her. We all have been watching you, just her a little more closely.” He said with a smile, leaning against his desk as he crossed his arms, “How have you been since Alexei, you know, mentally?” He asks curiously. Her body had mostly healed, just leaving behind scars. But he knew better than anybody that the trauma can live in the mind for years.

Y/N gripped the arms of the recliner with her fingers for a moment as he asks, then brings her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs as she sat in the chair, wincing at the slight pain in her back from the movements, “I did what I had to do, but I still feel guilty even though it was kill or be killed.” She said softly, her eyes moving to look at the hardwood flooring, “There was a moment out there, where he had me by the neck against a tree after the crash, I closed my eyes. I wondered if I should just let that be it, let him just get it over with so Dimitri had no reason to come back to this facility.” The words passed her lips, looking over to Bucky for a moment to see a pained look on his face at his words. She continued, returning her gaze to the floor, “But then I thought of Steve. Of Wanda. And.. you.” Her eyes flickered back to his face, “I didn’t want last moments with any of you. I wanted more. I wanted to live a life with my brother in it, to watch all the dumb tv shows with Wanda and laugh. I wanted more moments with you.” She paused, taking a deep breath, “I wanted to be close to you again. So I fought, even though my body couldn’t take much, and I killed him.”

Bucky watched her closely, his face flushing over with sadness and pain for a moment as Y/N talked about giving up. Hearing that she wanted more moments with him and be close to him, he relaxed a little. He walked over, crouching down in front of her and placing both his hands around her legs that were secured to her chest, meeting her gaze, “I’m happy you made the decision to keep fighting for the things you want.” He said softly to her, lifting his right hand to touch her face which she turned into, accepting his touch, “As selfish as it may sound, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t.” He pulled his hands away, reaching to his collar and lifting the dog-tags from his neck, removing them for the first time since he got them back. He gently placed them around Y/N’s neck, smiling at her again, “Just a reminder that I’m always here for you, always close to you.”

Y/N shook her head at his gift, “Bucky, these are yours. I can’t-“ She began to take them off to give them back, knowing it was an important object to him.

Bucky grabs her hands, stopping Y/N from removing them, “They are a symbol of my past life before I was the Winter Soldier.” He said softly, “And when I look at you, I realize you are my past, present, and future life. They belong to you.”

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It’s Just A Scratch

Jason Hayes x Reader

Requested by Anon // Hey rebel. Can I request a Jason Hayes and reader where the reader is part of bravo and she gets injured on an op and he gets super worried but they have to get on with the op and on the way back home on the plane he showes her how worried he was really fluffy and some smut when they get home ❤❤

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“Bravo Seven what’s your sitrep” was the last thing you heard down the coms before the explosion went off.

Both you and Sonny dropped to the floor shielding your head from the grenade that just blew up in your face.

“Fuck” you gasped as you slowly uncovered your head. “Sunshine you okay?”

“Yeah I’m sound” he shouted from across the room “you?”

“Yeah I think” you said as you placed your hand on your thigh, before lifting it to your face seeing the red mixed with the dirt.

“What do you mean you think?” Sonny said appearing over you.

“Got hit” you winced rolling onto your back. “Don’t know how bad but I’m bleeding”

“Can you walk?” Sonny asked as he helped you to your feet.

“Nope” you winced putting all your weight on him.

“Bravo one we got a problem” Sonny said down the coms “little madam got hit by the grenade, we are gonna need medivac”

“How bad?” Jase screamed down the radio. But you shook your head at Sonny not to tell him you currently had a bit of metal jammed into your thigh. “Sonny fucking answer me”

“Jase calm the fuck down” you said down the coms “it’s bad enough I need medivac and can’t be sorted here so quit worrying and get the HVT okay! I’ve got Sonny I will be fine”

“Solid copy” Jase said with annoyance in his voice.

“The way you put him in his place amazes me” Sonny laughed as he helped you get behind some cover.

“Yeah he forgets when we are out of the field that he can’t protect me” you laughed “it’s like everything goes out of the window. Have you radioed to HAVOC yet?”

“Not yet” Sonny said “but on it”

Leaning against the wall you stared at your leg and the three inch of metal sticking out of your thigh, you didn’t need to see the wound to know that it was going to leave a nice scar.

“Medivac 10 Mikes out kiddo” Sonny said sitting beside you as he made a makeshift tourniquet around your thigh. “You good?” He asked watching your bite the cap off the needle before gritting your teeth as you injected the shot of morphine.

“Never been better sunshine” you laughed resting your head on his shoulder, with your assault rifle ready just in case.

You knew what was coming next as you heard the boys pull up. The peace and quiet was going to shattered and the game of cards you and Sonny were playing was abandoned as everyone rushed back.

“You know if we weren’t giving you enough attention you just have to say” Clay smirked kissing the top of your head “no need to get metal jammed in you leg”

“Do you want me to punch you?” You laughed raising your brow at him.

“Nah I’m good” Clay laughed fist bumping you “also Jase is fuming at you”

“When isn’t he let’s be honest” you laughed leaning back on the gurney, the metal was too embedded in your leg to risk pulling out until you were back at base.

“Just warning you” Clay laughed as he wandered off.

Taking a deep breath as Jason appeared next to you with a pissed off expression on his face.

“Seriously baby” he sighed.

“It’s just a scratch” you shrugged as his gaze fell to your thigh.

“Shit that’s more than a scratch” Jase sighed “How many times are you gonna get injured from a grenade or frag?”

“Well I’m sorry the weather forecast didn’t warn of falling grenades” you sassed with a smirk on your face.

“Okay smart arse” he said rolling his eyes before he pulled up a box to sit on, taking your hand in his. “The moment Sonny said you needed medivac I panicked especially after hearing the explosion”

“This is why I told him not to tell you what my injury was because I knew you’d come storming across” you whispered brushing your thumb over his hand. “Because you get very overprotective at times”

“I can’t help it” he laughed looking up at you. “If anything happened to you I don’t know what I would do”

“Jase baby, nothing is going to happen to me, okay” you whispered, placing your hand on his cheek. “I just got impaled with debris, we managed to avoid the blast”

“It’s just a massive fear of mine” he whispered resting his head on your lap as you ran your hands through his hair.

“Trust me, I learned from the best I’m not going anywhere” you smiled.

“I swear when we get home you are on bed rest until that heals” he whispered looking up at you. “I am not being deployed without my girl that is a fact”

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