#which is reassuring because sam would NOT sam would be like. these guys are gonna steal my lunch

[july-19th-club]

the thing is that while i am 100% dean mechanic endgame and that's how it's going to pan out in wishes were horses, i also don't think - look, i actually don't think dean...knows...how to fix cars.

he knows how to fix car.

like, as in just the one. it's the only one he's ever driven, he never finished his education, just learned by example from his dad and bobby - who probably only showed him what to do on other old junkers he had lying around - and he figures out problems only as they occur, so while he is extremely familiar with one specific model of midcentury chevrolet, he only has a spotty, case-by-case working knowledge of other older cars and zero practical experience with the guts of modern vehicles. which is why at the age of forty-five he has to go to vo-tech and take auto shop before he can do it professionally

[quadrantadvisor]

DPxDC Danny/Jason Soulmates AU WIP

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Jason's timer read 044389:21:08, when the display suddenly went dark. 44,389 hours. Five years, 24 days, 13 hours, 21 minutes, and 8 seconds until he was fated to meet his soulmate.

Or not. Because the time stopped.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. He did his research, and with the resources at his disposal (namely, a batcomputer,) he knew for a fact that there should be no way to defy the fate of a timer. People had tried. Avoidance, isolation, putting a hit out on your own suspected soulmate. Nothing worked. Trying to delay the inevitable put you on the path to meet it. Sure, there were people who lamented the unfairness of their own situation, who were devastated they never got time with their soulmate, famous deaths on opposite sides of a battle, etc. But soulmates always, always met eachother, face to face.

Not him, though. His soulmate was dead. Five years early.

Bruce didn’t get it. Dick wouldn’t talk about it. Alfred only looked at him with pity in his eyes.

Jason wasn’t sad that he was the only person on the planet who’d never meet his soulmate. He was fucking angry, because it wasn’t fucking fair. It was another person in his life who was supposed to care about him that he’d never get to have.

So when he found out he had a mom, somewhere out there, who he’d never had the chance to meet… he had to go. How could he not?

-

It was Sam who noticed, when it happened. Danny had just finished a stupid fight with Boxy, and he, Sam, and Tucker were finally ready to call it a night. Danny de-transformed and grinned, shaking the thermos proudly. “Gonna get these guys back into the Ghost Zone,” he said, when suddenly-

“Danny!” Sam yelped, and snatched at his arm.

Danny stumbled, nearly dropping his precious cargo. “Whoa, Sam, what-?’ he stopped, looking as she turned over his arm, baring his wrist.

His timer was dark, like people who’s soulmates were dead. The numbers still showed, faintly, but they were stationary. The countdown had stopped.

Ice spread through Danny’s veins, like the cold that rushed through him when he went ghost, but worse, so much worse.

Danny’s ghost form didn’t have a timer, which honestly freaked him out, but as a human it had always behaved completely normally. When he turned back, it would be there, the time having elapsed just the way it was supposed to. It had been so reassuring. He was alive. He’d make it at least five more years, and be able to meet his soulmate, who would hopefully be able to accept him the way he was. He wanted that so badly. He wanted someone beyond his friends to talk to, to know him as a person and a ghost. He wanted to not be afraid anymore.

He’d just passed the five year mark, not that long ago. He’d been so excited to be that much closer to someone so important.

And now something was horribly wrong.

“Dude, that’s jacked up,” Tucker said, noticing the problem with wide eyes.

“Did anything happen today?” Sam asked, her expression hardened with determination. “Did you notice anything weird while you were transformed?”

Danny shook his head. “No, no it- it was running while we were at school, and we’ve been fighting ghosts since then. I don’t know when it would’ve…” Danny could barely make himself speak. “Is it my fault?” he said, almost to himself. “Did I spend too much time as a ghost and it just-”

Sam gripped at his hand. “No, Danny, it isn’t your fault. Whatever the problem is, we’re going to figure it out, okay?”

“Yeah man,” Tucker added, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, maybe your parents can actually help this time? Weird magic science is kinda their thing, right?”

Sam looked less sure, but nodded all the same. “You’re going to meet your soulmate. Okay?”

“Okay,” Danny said, quiet, looking down at the stopped numbers on his wrist.

-

Edit: Added a readmore

[brooooswriting]

A very timid Hello from your best customer broko loco anyway hi I'm out of my request block anyway

How about some hurt/comfort with our baby gurl

Tara Carpenter

I had two prompts in mind either Tara having a nightmare about Gf killing R Orrrrrrr It was her killing R (

SPOILER IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN SREAM VI YOU'VE BEEN WARNED

(because she killed Ethan so her subconscious is making her see herself killing R) so R comforts her and reassures her

or

R getting into a fight when she was taking a stroll with Tara and Sam because some 4ssh0l3$ called our Fav duo murderers so Tara is patching up R afterwards

or

R taking care of T after the 2nd massacre like bringing her thing (painkillers, snacks, food, cuddles)

Those were my ideas but you can also do whatever you want Idm

Have a good day broko loco <3

Motherfucker

Tara Carpenter x reader

A/n: so I haven’t really been writing lately and I need to get back into it so yeah

“It’s just so much you know” Tara complained as you two and Sam walked around New York City. It was a small tradition you build up as soon as you moved here. You walked around to figure out the best ways through the city, it made Sam feel safer while you and Tara just liked to walk around. Her hand was slipped into yours, fingers carefully intervened.

Tara loved complaining about college during these walks, you loved listening to her and Sam would do anything for her little sister. There were a lot of people who didn’t recognized you guys but some did. Nobody ever said something, you were unsure of wether it was because of sams killer glare or just their common sense but you were happy about it.

You knew them during the attacks in woodsboro but you weren’t with them. At least not until the end, you and Tara kept your little flirt private which was why you weren’t attacked. You only arrived when everybody else was dead, you were at the party and you forgot your phone which was why you turned around. The way Tara broke down into your arms made you believe everything she told you, there was no way that she faked that.

“I know, but you’ll be fine. You’re a fighter through and through and something like college won’t bring you down” you told her, squeezing her hand for good measure. “She’s right, you’re gonna do great” Sam added smiling at her sister before checking the street over her shoulder.

You walked through a small park where a group of three boys, around 22, sat and watched the three of you. You watched them suspiciously, slipping your hand out of Tara’s and instead slipping your arm around her waist to pull her closer. Tara smiled up at you, unaware of the situation while Sam looked out for a man around the corner. You listened carefully, hoping to hear any kind of movement but it was quite for a moment.

“Look, that’s the murderer and her slut sister. I knew I recognized them from somewhere” one of the boys said causing you to slow down. “Fucking murderer. Both of them. They should have ended dead” another one added which made you stop. “I’d still fuck the slut tho” the third one said which finally made you snap. You turned on your heel and stalked over to the group. “What did you just say?!” You nearly screamed out on your way, Tara still standing at the same spot completely confused while Sam had a stare down with the man around the corner.

“What’s your problem huh?” You asked again, stepping up to the one who said he’d fuck Tara. “I could ask you the same thing, why don’t you go away with your two murderer friends?” He asked puffing out his chest, trying to scare you. At every other time you’d probably been scared but not now, now all you could feel was rage. “Say that again and watch what happens asshole” you dared. “They are murderer” the one next to him said. You were quick to punch him straight in the face, his nose immediately started bleeding and his eye started to swell. The one you talked to before drew his arm back but you were quick enough to dodge it, not seeing the third one make his way towards you, his fist landing in your stomach causing you to groan. You turned as quick as you could, your fist landing in his stomach this time before you turned and kicked the other one to the ground.

By now Sam was done with her stare down and finally noticed your fight, “fuck y/n” she mumbled and went to your help but Tara held her back. “She will kill you if you go there, she’s fighting because they called you a murderer and if you hit them it will be contra productive” she explained, it pained her to see you like this but she knew you were strong and she didn’t want Sam to suffer even more.

It took you five more minutes before they finally gave up, your face and hands were bruised and you were spitting blood but you won. “Gosh, you’re so stupid” Tara mumbled as she ran up to you and hugged you, pulling you close to her which caused you to wince. “Are you alright?” Sam asked as she walked closer, wrapping an arm around you shoulder. “M fine. Thanks. Can we maybe go back?” Both of them nodded and turned around to walk back to your apartment.

This time Tara wasn’t holding your hand, she was scared that she’d hurt you. The nervousness and the guilt was radiating off of her, so you wrapped your arm around her waist and pulled her into you which made her calm down. Sam was also somewhere else with her mind but you knew that something like a hug wouldn’t fix that and you knew she wasn’t going to talk about it in front of Tara so you decided to ask her about it later.

When you arrived home Tara immediately ran to the bathroom to get some things for your knuckles, giving you a moment with Sam. “You alright?” You asked her quietly so T wouldn’t hear.

“Yeah, it’s just that… thank you y/n. You protected us and you stood up for us. It was the nicest thing anyone ever did for us so, thanks” she answered squeezing your shoulder before disappeared into her room.

“I got everything that may be helpful. Like gauze, disinfectant, bandaids and some other stuff” she told you, quickly pulling everything out and cleaning your wounds on your hand. You kissed when the disinfectant started to seep into your flesh. The brunette quickly apologized before putting on the band aids.

When your hand was finally cleaned she moved on to your face, focusing on the wound above your eye. This time she warned you before putting on the disinfectant, which made it a bit less worse. You couldn’t help but admire her focused face, the way she bit her tongue and how her brows furrowed. It nearly made you forget about your headache.

“Do you need anything else? I’ll give you some painkillers as soon as you’re in bed and some snacks too” she told you and you smiled before pulling her closer to plant a small kiss on her lips. “Thank you” you said before kissing her another time and another, distracting her from her work.

“Stop, I gotta clean the rest of your wounds and I wanna take a look at your stomach” she giggled when she finally convinced herself to pull away. “And you taste like blood” she added. You smiled sheepishly and kissed her one last time before pulling back.

She sat on your lap as she looked at the cut you had on your lip, her legs on either side of you as she titled your head down to get a better angle. “This Looks okay I guess” she mumbled to herself as her fingers carefully touched the wound. You were getting bored and started to play with the hem of her shirt.

When she was done with your face she moved on to your stomach, there wasn’t really anything she could do about it. It was a bit bruised but there werent any cuts nor any placed that were so sensitive that she should be worried.

You both got changed and laid in bed, Tara made you swallow some painkillers and gave you some of your favorite chips before letting you decide what to watch. She made sure that you iced your hand and your nose, even if it might not be comfortable. She knew that you didn’t like the cold but there was nothing she could do. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” Her voice was soft and still filled with guilt which made you hurt inside.

“T, you know that I did it on my own account right? It’s not your fault or anything. I decided to do what I did” you said as you cuddled closer to her. Her body melting into your which made you melt too. “And even more important, I’d do it again and again because nothing is as important to me as you are” you added and kissed her head.

“I love you, a lot. Not just because of what you did today obviously” she grinned and titled her head up motioning for you to give her a kiss which you did.

“I love you too baby” you grinned as your hand rubbed up and down her back.

[joshfuckingkiszka]

『three: manipulation』

what's this???? ANOTHER ONE to say I'm sowwy

THIS SERIES IS 18+ MINORS DNI

chapter warnings: boy oh boy, some sexual themes, ANGST, IDIOTS IN LOVE

from the playlist: bitter - fletcher, kito / hits different - taylor swift

series masterlist

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“Oh-oh! Well that’s great!” You struggled to hide the tears that threatened to well in your eyes. 

“She’s meeting us at the bar.” The trepidation in his voice was evident, but you couldn’t hear it over the thumping of your heart. 

The car ride was hushed, with the occasional sound of Josh’s lips smacking, as if he had something to say, breaking the silence. His breathing would normally calm you, but it just increased your tense anxiety. 

“I - uh - told her a lot about you,” he mentioned as the car halted at a red light. 

That could mean a lot of things. Had he told her about how much your friendship meant to him? What about the kiss he planted on you with his soft lips? Had she felt his lips? Your heart raced at the thought. Goosebumps rose on your arms and as you wrapped your arms around yourself, Josh reached for the air dial, turning it down. 

Did he do things like that for her? You wondered, couldn’t help but do so. The well-loved bar looked daunting, in this light, dimmed by your deep nerves and nausea. He opened your door like a gentleman, of course, and began looking around. For her. When his eyes lit up you knew he had spotted her in the small crowd. 

Who could blame him? She was beautiful. Her hair flowed down to the middle of her back, and her green eyes mesmerized even you. Her dress was tight around her curves and made you slightly self conscious, and you wanted to avoid standing next to her at all costs. Luckily, you spotted the guys waving you over and you took a deep breath. 

“Woah, Red, I’ve never seen you look so…” Sam struggled for descriptives but Danny aided him. 

“Hot!” He blushed as you teased him wordlessly. 

You hugged Jake, “Where’s-” 

He cut you off, “At home, she wasn’t feeling too well. Sends her love though.” You smiled at him. It quickly dissipated when Josh approached, with her. 

“Red, this is Cammy!” 

You reached out a hand, but she pulled you into a hug. You could have sworn she scoffed in your ear. Danny and Sam gave you looks of pity, which you tried to shrug off with a warm welcome towards Cammy. 

Danny had a light grip on your hand as the group moved towards your regular table. You tried not to let your emotions show when Cammy took your normal spot next to Josh. The spot where you would stroke your fingers across his hand, and he would give you sips of his Salty Dogs. Instead you sat between her and Danny, who took your hand in his own, giving you a reassuring squeeze. You would try to remember to thank him later. 

“So, you guys probably come here a lot, right? Lots of crazy memories?” Cammy nudged your side, and you weren’t sure what she was getting at. 

“Nah, Red’s boring at the best of times.” Josh was trying to tease you, but all he was doing was digging the knife in deeper. 

“No! Little Red is the life of the party. It’s why we miss her so much when we’re gone.” Danny’s weight on those words were a semi-polite dig at Josh, a reminder to shut up. 

Josh conceded and tapped Jake, motioning to the bar where they were to grab drinks. 

“So,” Cammy cocked her head at you, “Little Red?” It was almost accusatory. 

“Y-yeah. It’s a nickname Josh-” 

“Well, Josh is gonna call you by your name, got it?” Her smile was saccharine, meanwhile you were about to cry again. 

You leaned over to Danny, “‘m gonna go to the bathroom. Be right back.” He gave you a look but let you go anyway. 

In the bathroom, you paced the small expanse of the stall, debating your next moves. You couldn’t just go to Josh at every whim. This was your problem. Letting out a deep sigh, you took your phone out of the front of your skirt - cursing your lack of pockets as you did so. As you dialed Ronnie’s number, you wondered if Josh would simply break up with her because you asked him to. You couldn’t ask him to do that. You also thought about the implications of going to Ronnie. You simply couldn’t just tell her you were in love with her brother. You erased the numbers on the screen, replacing them with new digits - Tara’s number. 

“Hey girl!” 

“Hey, Tara, I really need your help.” 

She immediately became serious, “Where are you? Do you need me to come get you?” 

“No, nothing like that, no,” you sighed loudly, “You were right.” 

The line was silent as she patiently waited for you to elaborate. 

“About Josh.” 

“I KNEW IT!”

“Yes, yes, you’re much smarter than me, thank you,” you announced sarcastically. 

Your voice broke as you explained what had happened over the last few hours, including his drunken kiss. 

“Aw, sweetie, I’m sorry.” You knew if she were there, she would be hugging you, patting your back and stroking your hair. 

“I just don’t know what to do.” 

“You,” she said pointedly, “are going to get back out there, find someone cute and take them home.” 

“I can’t just-” 

“Yes, you can. You don’t even have to do anything, just having them there for a couple hours to make out will surely take your mind off Josh. Might even make him jealous too.” 

“Ugh, I really hate it when you’re right. Which has been far too much recently.” 

“What can I say? I’m good. Now, if you need me at any point to come over, I will.” You knew she was back to being earnest now. You agreed to let her know and hung up. Exiting the stall, you took a minute to clean up your face in the mirror. 

As you exited, Cammy’s figure collided with yours. 

“Listen,” her finger was in your face, “Josh is mine now, okay? Whatever you think he had for you in the past is over. Invest in noise canceling headphones.” That saccharine smile was back and you didn’t realize you were holding your breath until it released when she entered the bathroom. 

Returning to the table, Josh looked at you with concern. He could always tell when you’d been crying, and he could definitely tell you had been. Ignoring him, you pulled Danny to the dance floor. It hadn’t even meant anything, you just wanted familiarity that wasn’t Josh. However, the longer you stayed on the floor, the more of your body Danny’s hands felt comfortable caressing. It started with just your hips, that was safe. Then they moved down, where his finger tips grazed the skin at the bottom of your short skirt. 

Danny was off limits. You hadn’t ever thought anything different. Until now. Until his large hand laid on your stomach, his pointer finger just barely breaching the barrier of your crop top. 

“Never knew you wore such pretty things under those clothes, Red.” His lips caressed the outer shell of your ear and you shivered.  Suddenly he was turning you around to face him, and his hands were back on your hips. The sudden force from your turn had your hands on his chest, and you could feel the muscle rippling underneath his shirt. You swallowed thickly as he looked at you in a way you had never imagined from him. Looking past his large frame for only a second, you saw Josh, arms crossed, jaw clenched. He was…angry? Jealous? How far were you willing to take this? Looking back into Danny’s dark eyes, you knew exactly how far.

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[professorfcknmoriarty]

@resplendeo

It had been K’s parents who sent the ornaments. Mrs and Mr Tanaka had arranged delivery to the closest post office, followed by courier to the nearest town to Gowpenny. They’d picked it up over the weekend, bemused, but a little pleased at the thoughtfulness of such a large selection of packages. They’d asked for some ornaments, not an entire tree’s worth.

Most of them are of the similar fashion to each other, an assortment of colours with the same designs across them, but they’d also included two create your own ornament kits.

“Come on! It’ll be fun, I promise!” Sam had insisted. K had cleared wanted to as well but didn’t want to be the first one to express interest.

“Yeah!” they’d said, “We’ll all do them together!”

Evan and Jammer hadn’t been able to put up much argument. How could they, in the face of their two very best friends in the world, one of whom is Evan’s girlfriend.

There’s hot glue that Jammer has to show him how to use, glitter he's confused by, and sequins he likes more than he wants to admit. He’d been banned from participating in crafts early on, the teachers too horrified by the things he would draw to put up with it, and a permanent note had been made in his file.

“I’m not very good with these kinds of things,” Evan mutters, squinting hard as he tries to get the pattern of glitter just right.

There’s an assortment of students clustered nearby, watching them with interest, but they’ve gotten good at blocking that out. The common area had been the only big enough space for their craft.

“Yours is looking great, though!” Sam chirps, giving him a reassuring smile.

“What do you think?” Jammer asks him with a nudge, showing him two different coloured sets of sequins. “Blue or gold?”

“Gold,” Evan answers immediately before blushing a little. He’s not sure why he said that.

Jammer grins. “Gold it is, big guy. Thanks.”

“I think I’m going to do mine -” K starts to say, only for the rest to finish the sentence for them.

“Pink and black.”

K scowls good-naturedly and blows a raspberry at them. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. What colour are you gonna do, Sam?”

“I -” Sam says with an air of gravitas, “Am doing purple. Because my two favourite colours are blue and pink so I’m combining them!”

“That’s a great idea, Sam,” Jammer tells her.

“Yeah!” K agrees.

“Your ornament is gonna be pretty,” Evan says.

“Aww, thanks guys!” Sam says, grinning happily.

No one is quite sure how Sam managed to source them a tree, but there’s a six foot, picture perfect Christmas tree in the middle of their dorm, which Boodle has been valiantly ignoring and the other students have been amazed by - and a little annoyed - by.

Evan tries to bow out of the actual decorating of the tree, as he’s never done one before and doesn’t want to mess it up, but they don’t let him, handing him ornament after ornament, giving him no choice but to participate.

It looks good, in the end. It’s a bit wonky, the handmade ornaments definitely stand out against the boxed ones, but it’s perfect.

The kids who've gotten phones since meaning the Pilot Program all take pictures with it, posing happily around the Goat House Tree.

[soullessjack]

i don’t think there’s anything new I can add to the performative-jack studies because it’s like..very cut and dry, guy who’s constantly perceived as a threat does his best to seem innocuous and friendly..but there is an underlying layer of exactly how jack tries to present himself to others (that I’ve definitely already posted about but whatever).

soo like. take this outline for example:

Jack: “He still has to be killed.” Cas: “Doing that might kill Dean as well, so [I] doubt any of [us] would be willing to do that.” Jack: “I would.”

‘Cas is a little shocked by how calmly Jack says this, and Jack says he knows what Cas is thinking; that this is Lucifer’s gene pool talking. It’s not. “I’m not my father. I’m not my mother. I’m me.”

“You’re all so focused on saving Dean, but Dean is Michael’s vessel. There’s a good chance Dean isn’t even alive. Is Jimmy Novak still alive?* Could anyone save him? It’s Michael. And Michael has to die.” ‘Cas stares at Jack, who looks coldly collected.

post-war jack is straight up traumatized and jaded by everything he’s seen and experienced in apocalypse world, still making efforts to be kind and sympathetic of course, but with a bit more edge to him now. for six months he’s been fixated on killing Michael, and he’s way more willing to do the Hard Thing (kill Dean) than he might’ve been before to do so (which actually reminds me a LOT of the chicken/snake story from ouroboros but we won’t get off subject).

obviously he still cares about/loves Dean, we’ve seen that in the rest of S14, but he’s also seen what Michael did to another world and wouldn’t put anything before preventing that. *he’s also very willing to hit Cas where it hurts with the Jimmy comment

but the thing that sticks out is Castiel immediately assuming that Jack’s calm, cold collectedness in the way he talks about killing Dean/Michael is somehow evidence of Lucifer’s influence or heritage; that Jack couldn’t possibly feel this way by himself. even Jack refutes it, stating that he’s neither of his parents (ie, it’s his own decision to kill Dean if it’s necessary). I think it’s also interesting he mentioned not being his mother, because I think that’s why Cas is so surprised by his demeanor and jumps to attribute it to Lucifer.

from day one Kelly’s heritage was the only argument Sam and Cas had against the idea that Jack would be evil. to be fair, Jack does take after Kelly a lot; he even looks like her to some extent. but treating Kelly’s heritage as the It-factor that makes Jack good, treating him as basically an extension of Kelly who must be good and kind because she was good and kind (literally an inverse of how Lucifer’s heritage is treated) is still just dehumanizing.

the distrust he faces is understandable coming from AU Bobby and people who are being actually displaced and exterminated by Michael, but the fact that Jack is subject to the same scrutiny from his own chosen father as well adds to why he represses these parts of himself so much, why he puts on that naive nuclear-son personality and basically butters everyone up all the time.

I think the only times when Jack has actually unmasked himself were at points of extreme low empathy, because most of the time his facade is put on for the sake of other people and the fear they feel towards him. he obviously wouldn’t have to worry about that while he’s human, but like I said, he’s literally a war veteran/criminal by this point. he’s gonna have a little more edge to him than before, and a little less empathy for the small things.

the second and probbaly more obvious one is his behavior while soulless, completely lacking the empathy required to care about keeping up his facade—so much so that he just bluntly tells Mary that he’s annoyed by everyone eggshell-walking around him like he’s a time bomb again. then, *checks script* like a flip switched, he goes back to that facade and reassures Mary that he knows they’re doing it out of love. He’s blatantly performing his emotional responses now.

jack is still soulless for like…three (?) episodes in S15, and still incapable of really feeling any emotion despite being able to logically process them. like he is literally so empty inside that he resorts to binge eating to feel some kind of sensation. but he’s consistently playing up the happy-go-lucky shtick when he isn’t just depressed and withdrawn (especially the church basement scene where he immediately gets the dumb Bambi look when he sees Cas after his failed cannibalism attempt).

got a headache while writing this so I’ll just leave it here but like. A Lot of the reason why Jack performs so much is because specific traits he shows are not only taken as threats, but are also associated with Lucifer and treated as signs of his “true nature” <- click that link it’s important for context

Mk that’s all byeeee (*´ -`)

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

how do you think the winchester brothers would treat sister winchester if she was alt? like goth/emo/scene lol- like i would assume that they wouldn’t mind that much HOWEVER whenever someone feels the need to comment on how she dresses or does her makeup they IMMEDIATELY shut them down hahaha (not a request, im just curious to hear your thoughts :D)

I’m not that familiar with some of this slang (like alt or scene) but I’ll try to answer this lol 😅. I’m just gonna go with goth (which I’m also not an expert on so if I say anything wrong I’m sorry and please correct me) (ps I included John in this just for fun)—

Since the Winchesters don’t really go shopping much, they just hand down whatever thrift store flannels they buy, she’d start out her goth tendencies by just only wearing the black flannels that Sam and Dean give her. She scrapes up whatever money she can get hustling pool, and uses it to get more stuff—more clothes to match her style, accessories, makeup, that kinda stuff.

John considers reprimanding her at first—they don’t have a lot of money, after all, and they have to focus on necessities—but he ultimately decides that she earned the money, so she can spend it how she wants, but he also occasionally warns her not to buy too much, both because of money issues and because “the Impala only has so much space”. Despite his money worries, there is no way he’s gonna let anyone make fun of his little girl for what she wears. The first time someone tried, he laid into them immediately. However, the next time, John hung back just a little, ready to intervene if needed but wanting to see his kid handle herself. And boy she did—she told the guy off so hard, even using some of the words her dad had said last time; John is really proud of her, and when the guy gets a little aggressive because he doesn’t appreciate being told off, John is right there, threatening him with some pretty unspeakable things if the guy lays a hand on his kid.

Dean isn’t a huge fan of the look, but he’s very “to each their own.” He might tease her occasionally, but not cruelly, and not any more than he teases Sam about his hair. However, if anyone else has anything negative to say about his baby sister, he jumps at them, ready to throw hands at an instant.

Sam is just glad that his little sister found her own style—she wasn’t just copying him, or Dean, or John. So while Dean is busy telling off anyone that makes fun of her, Sam is usually reassuring her that she looks great, and that her style is totally ok, and she can wear whatever she wants no matter what anyone says.

She knows this already, but it’s always nice to hear.

[gothicknightz]

bloodline pt. 4 | ethan landry

notes: final part in the bloodline series!!!! im gonna miss writing about this. let me know if you guys want a post family ties thing! etc. reader finding out that ethan didn’t make it and so forth. scream spoilers utc.

finale taglist: @nuhteyam​ @wroetoslut​ @callsignwidow​ @nellyboosworld​

“Is this even a good plan?” Ethan asked, as he and the others walked down the stairs to the train station, where their plan for the public subway was laid out for them.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” Tara retorted, in front of Ethan as she followed Sam.

“So we just peel off, and the killer picks us off one by one? No thank you.”

As Sam continues to make her way to the train, Danny, Tara, and Chad all follow behind, then getting separated by the crowd from Mindy, (y/n), and Ethan.

Mindy tries calling out for her twin brother, but alas, as if the stakes for getting attacked by Ghostface couldn’t get any higher, the three were divided from the rest of them.

As Mindy watches as the train leaves, Ethan and (y/n) come up behind her, with Ethan placing a hand on her shoulder which spooks her.

“Get your Ghostface ass away from me, Ghostface.” She pauses and grabs (y/n)’s hand, “Let’s go (y/n), you have a lesser chance of getting murdered by Ghostface over there if you’re with me.”

As Mindy stands and waits alongside (y/n), she notices that Ethan is still there, and she tries to shoo him away, “Go away!”

“Where’s Mindy?” Sam asks as she and the rest of the gang are on a train five minutes ahead of the trio that was left behind, with Chad saying that she missed the train and that he attempted to catch her before ‘cute boy’ pushed him into the train.

He reassures everyone that it’s okay since she had gotten onto the train with Ethan and (y/n).

“Mindy. What if this plan doesn’t work? What if-”

“(y/n), it’s going to be fine. As long as Ghostface over there doesn’t attack us, we’ll be fine.”

“Why would Ethan attack us? We’re like, surrounded by people. Wouldn’t someone call the cops or something?”

“You never know.”

The power flickers out once again, with Mindy growing more suspicious of not only those dressed up in Ghostface costumes, but of Ethan, who she obviously suspected was Ghostface.

He waved and gave her a lopsided smile in an attempt to regain her trust; obviously, it wasn’t working.

Moments later, a Ghostface swings around the corner and scares Mindy, causing her to move further down the train and farther from both (y/n) and Ethan.

“Mindy, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll just be... right here.”

Ironically, as Mindy says that, she is pushed out of her place by some random guy making his way through to a seat, which doesn’t sit right with (y/n).

“Hey, great going, asshole!”

The stranger doesn’t pay (y/n) any mind, which prompts her to burrow her way a bit more into the crowd, standing by a person dressed up as Ghostface while Ethan tries to manage a good sight of the two.

As the lights continue to flicker on and off in the subway, (y/n) notices that the man in the Ghostface costume is getting suspiciously closer to Mindy, which was strange to her. She couldn’t signal Ethan, unfortunately, so, she was going to keep an eye out for Mindy herself.

The lights go out for longer than (y/n) would have liked, because she had lost sight of the Ghostface, not long before she felt something slice into her arm, causing her to put pressure on the wound and cry out.

“Ah, shit!”

Unbeknownst to Ethan and (y/n), the Ghostface had caught up with Mindy and placed a gloved hand over her mouth, before stabbing her in the lower stomach twice before leaving amongst the crowd of other costume-goers.

As the light returns, (y/n) locks eyes with Ethan before watching his go wide, making her turn around and see Mindy clutching her stomach with a bloodied hand.

Both quickly make their way over to Mindy, with Ethan panicking and swearing before picking her up and yelling for help.

As the trio makes their way out of the subway, Mindy mutters about how she was wrong again as Ethan is a suspected Ghostface, with Ethan noticing the cut on (y/n)’s arm.

“Fuck, (y/n), you’re bleeding.”

Help subsequently arrives, as (y/n) mutters a swear under her breath,

“I know.”

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“Why did Quinn have to do that?” (y/n) muttered a swear before fixing herself in the bathroom mirror, opening the door to reveal Ethan halfway in the process of putting on his Ghostface costume.

“Oh,” She paused, looking at Ethan from the bottom up before smiling, “Hello, there, Mr. Ghostface.” She chuckles before taking his hand in which held the mask, “Am I gonna be the helpless victim?”

There was a second of silence between the two before Ethan placed his free hand on the side of (y/n)’s face and kissed her roughly, making an attempt to press his body weight onto her.

“God, I love a man in uniform. You’re so sexy in this, Ethan.”

She slowly puts the mask on her face due to her injured arm, “Do you think I would make a killer Ghostface?”

“You’d make one hell of a Ghostface.” Ethan then removes the mask from her face and kisses her again, before reluctantly pulling away to put the mask on.

“But you might wanna leave, or else they’ll get suspicious.”

“But why would they? Sam and Tara did try to kill us.” A small smile appeared on her face alongside a fake pout, “I’m jealous that I couldn’t get to wear the mask.”

“I’m serious. Or else you won’t make it in.”

(y/n) hummed before heading towards the door, “Oh, alright,” She paused before digging through a drawer nearby and finding her engagement ring.

Blowing him a kiss, (y/n) slipped on her ring before slipping out the door.

“See you in the third act.”

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

“I talked to Detective Bailey,” Kirby had said, “He’s got everything set up.” 

Kirby was about to ask another question when a cab pulled up beside them, letting (y/n) out, raising minor suspicion between the group.

“(y/n)?” Sam had asked, “Where are Ethan and Mindy?”

“Mindy got attacked on the subway. Ethan’s with her now.” She sighed, running a hand through her hair, “I only got a scratch, but I promised Mindy that I’d take down that motherfucker for her.”

Sam nods, then tells Danny to stay away, not being able to trust him, including that he wasn’t Woodsboro, so he needed to stay back.

As the group walks into the theatre, Kirby mentions how she’s turned to entrance into a kill box, how she had scanned the entire area, and that since she was the only one with a badge, she got to hold onto the gun.

(y/n) then says she’s going to check in with Ethan before walking off into a section of the theatre.

Ethan’s phone chimes with a text from (y/n), with him ignoring it before he receives another one.

‘ETHAN!’

‘ethan answer my texts are you here?’

He sighs before getting ready to reply back before Quinn scolds him, “Who the hell are you texting?”

Ethan furrows his brows and gets defensive, “(y/n), calm down. She wanted to know if I was here.”

“Of course you are!”

Ethan groaned before reacting to (y/n)’s message with a thumbs up, “I’m fucking getting bored.” He complained, then shoving his phone in his back pocket under his Ghostface costume.

“Time to carve up Chad.”

(aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! as you can see this obviously runs into family ties but ahhhhhh!!!! tell me if you guys want a post family ties fic, it was fun writing this!)

[sunnyie-eve]

23 | You what?

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.5k

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It's been a few weeks since Penelope was released from the hospital and was back home. Her mother and sister were still staying nearby till she was completely done with her doctor appointments just to be safe. With Penelope living out here and not home much, Turner has been hanging out at the house with Penelope and the guys.

At that moment, he went downstairs and got sucked into helping with the prank on Colby's car helping Elton, Corey, and Sam only because he caught them.

"Did you take your medicine?" Colby walks into Penelope's room.

"Colby, you are killing me about making sure I take my meds." She groans at her computer.

"You have like four difficult medications you have to take at different times every single day, Penelope." He walks up behind her.

She drops her head down shaking it, "I have alarms set when to take them so don't worry about it." She tilts her head to look back at him.

"Come on, you know I'm gonna worry about it." He gives her a kiss on the forehead.

Since the night at the hospital when he kissed her, they haven't really talked about it but there was a shift in their friendship. It was a lot more flirty when they were alone and even more touching which involved more head kisses and cheek kisses.

"Because you're annoying." She turns around to face him.

"I would hit you but you still have a broken wrist and head trauma." He crosses his arms, "You really don't want to go to the party tonight with me?"

"Not really. I want to stay home." She gets up to sit on her bed turning her TV on, "Not to mention I have a broken arm, Colby. And it's my dominant arm." She gives him a look.

"But I want you to come with." He lays his head on her lap.

"Well, that's not gonna happen." Her left hand plays with his hair which he liked very much.

"Where did Turner go?" Colby asks since he hasn't come back upstairs yet.

"Who knows. He's still here somewhere so I'm not worried. Probably with Sam or Corey. He's taken a liking to Corey since they both like dancing." Penelope says not caring knowing he was okay.

"Should I still go on the trip to Japan?" Colby asks her.

"Why wouldn't you not go?" She asks confused.

"Because I wanna keep an eye on you. I can't do that in another country." He looks up at her.

"I'll be fine alone. Plus there will be other people here because we have roommates if I need help, which I won't." She reassures him, "You are going on your stupid trip." She laughs at his face.

"Why does it gotta be stupid?" He chuckles.

"Because I said so. I don't know."

"I wanna take a little nap so wake me up before 7:30." Colby closes his eyes falling asleep as she plays with his hair.

When it gets closer to 7:30, Penelope wakes Colby up so he goes to his room to get ready. "Turner!" Penelope goes downstairs looking for him and can't find him. Going to the garage she sees it open so she goes out to the front. "You just disappeared, dude." She sees him with Elton, Sam, and Corey then what they did to Colby's car, "Oh, my."

"Wanna sit and wait to see his reaction?" Sam takes a seat.

"I guess." She joins them.

When Colby comes out he was confused to see everything looking at him, "You disappeared on me. And where's my car? There's my car." He finally notices making the guys laugh at him. "Did you know?" Colby asks Penelope.

"No, she didn't but Turner helped." Elton lets him know before telling Colby about his gift in the car.

"Oh my god! This is going to take me so long, Elton. Wait what? Bubble wrap." Colby starts tugging it to get it off. "How long did this take you?"

"About two hours..." Elton tells him.

"Before I continue, I'm gonna tell the person, that I need... Needed to be there at 7:30."

"You needed to be there at 7:30?! Why did you wait so late to run late?" Penelope shouts at how stupid he was.

Colby starts to tug again at the Saran Wrap this time moving the entire car, "How and I gonna get this, NO! NO! No! What is... No! Packing peanuts! Is the present in the packing peanuts or is that the present?" Colby asks.

"The present is inside the packing peanuts. It's in there. It's in the car somewhere." Elton laughs so they all watch Colby struggle.

"So you guys... You do know you're all gonna die in the next week right?" Colby looks at the guys, "That includes you too Turner. You're not safe because you aren't going home just yet." Colby points at him so Turner grabs Penelope's arm.

"My shield."

When they go for a little drive, Penelope and Turner wait for them to get back, "And you choose to live with these idiots?" Turner laughs as they sit alone.

"I oddly do." She laughs as well.

Soon the guys get back and they watch Colby search for his present but they put it in the trunk. Penelope cracks up seeing that the present was dish soap since he never does his dishes. Before they head inside, Riches pulls up to pick up Turner so they say goodbye to him.

~

"Where are you off to all dressed up looking adorable?" Colby smiles entering Penelope's bedroom.

"Lunch with my friend. She's picking me up so can you help me with my shoes please." She gives him a pout so he helps her put them on.

"You never talk about this friend much... What's her name?"

"Janelle, we've worked together a few times but she's mostly out of state but she got back last week." She says as Janelle calls her telling her she was there.

Getting in the car, Janelle smiles at her, "I might have left a small detail out about lunch."

"And that would be?"

"We're meeting up with my boyfriend and his friend. He had an opening in his schedule so they're gonna join us. Don't worry it's not like a date thing." She lets her know.

"Oh, okay." Penelope chuckles.

The girls get to the restaurant first and take a seat waiting for the guys to show up. When they did Janelle's boyfriend, Luke, and his friend Justin, introduced themselves to Penelope.

"Sorry if we were intruding on girl time." Luke apologizes.

"It's fine."

They end up spending an hour at the restaurant chatting about what they do and other things. Justin took a liking to Penelope and it was obvious to Janelle and Luke, but Penelope paid no mind.

"How long till you take your cast off? The accident happened about a month ago, right? Your accident. Falling down the stairs because a prank went wrong and was in a small coma for a couple of weeks." Luke talks to Penelope.

"How did you know that? I didn't tell you about that?" Janelle asks her boyfriend confused.

"The video about it... It was uploaded earlier today. The prank going wrong and the updates till you got home." He says confused seeing the look on Penelope's face.

"I need to go home. Like now." She gets up from her seat leaving so Janelle and Luke quickly split the bill.

"Why?" Janelle rushes after her.

"Because Elton fucking posted what happened to me! I was laying unconscious on the floor bleeding from my head while my roommates panicked." Penelope shouts.

"She's not lying." Justin shows Janelle the video when everything goes wrong.

Janelle takes Penelope home and she enters the house pissed off, "ELTON!" She yells out his name.

Everyone downstairs was confused as Elton entered the room, "Why are you screaming my name?"

"Why am I screaming your name? Are you fucking serious right now? Why the hell did you upload the failed prank and updates? You took a picture of me in my hospital bed to show in the video as well!" She was pissed off with him.

"Wait, what? You posted the accident and everything that happened afterward?" Corey looks at him.

"I just wanted to show how not all pranks go the way you want them to go. And I had updates so fans would know she was okay. To also explain why we disappeared for two weeks because we were worried about you." Elton explains.

"Elton, she was unconscious and bleeding on our floor and you posted that?" Sam gets a little loud.

It was taking everything in Colby not to tackle Elton to the ground for posting the video, "I would say delete it but it's too fucking late. People probably already have the video. I can't believe you did that, Elton. Fans already knew an accident happened because we said one happened when it did and that we were focusing on that." Colby walks upstairs not wanting to look at him.

"Would you still have posted it if she died instead of recovering from the fall?" Aaron shakes his head going upstairs too.

"It's gonna be a while before I can forgive you." Penelope heads upstairs going to Colby's room, "Can you untie my shoes so I can kick them off?" She asks him politely so he does what she asks.

"I can't fucking believe him. It wasn't even a prank, it was an accident. You could've died and we were all really panicking. It was acting like we normally do for pranks to scare each other." Colby sits on his couch.

"I know. When Janelle's boyfriend brought up the accident and everything with it we were confused about how he knew then he told us about the video. Maybe one good thing will come out of it."

"What could that be?" Colby looks at her.

"Hopefully fans will feel bad for me and realize how much I mean to my roommates. Or some will wish I die." She thinks.

"Let's hope it's the first one." He holds her hand.

"I'm thinking about filming a Q&A video do you want to join me? Last week I tweeted asking for questions so want to go through some?" Penelope gets off the couch.

"Sure, wanna do it in here?"

"Eww, no. I like my setup." She leaves his room.

"That was rude!" He follows her to her room and sets her camera up for her.

"Hey, hey! Welcome back to my channel! It's been quite some time since I last uploaded a video. But last week I asked y'all to ask me some questions I can answer. As you can see I have the lovely handsome Colby Brock with me." She motions to him with her good arm.

"Oh, you're making me blush, stop." He plays along.

"I asked him if he wanted to join me just because I could. He literally lives down the hall from me. I'll have him pick and read me questions you guys want to know." She hands Colby her phone that was already on Twitter. "Are you ready?" She asks him.

"Are you ready?" He smiles so they both laugh. "I'm gonna pick ones that are wild, funny, and private." Colby moves his eyebrows at her.

"You're so... Our moms just had to be friends." She groans at him.

"Okay, this is from Anna-ha; If you were to switch bodies with Colby for a day what would you do?" He reads, "Tell me, what would you do in my body?" He tilts his head.

"Cry, I would cry and scream. I would refuse to use the bathroom. I'd just pee myself because hell no. But other than that," She thinks, "I would transfer some money to my bank account. You're richer than me so." She laughs as his jaw drops, "What would you do, huh? In my body?" She asks him now.

He thinks making different faces, "You're my best friend but I'm still a guy first so..." He smirks causing her to hit him, "I'm joking, I had to piss some people off. But I would go get a tattoo of my name to put on you."

"No! I will never get a name tattooed on me." Her eyes widened.

"Night Owl asks; How many boyfriends have you had?" He reads.

"Two, just two. When I was 14 and 18/19. My longest relationship was two years and I got cheated on. The second was, not even a full year. I honestly can't tell you how long I think maybe six months because-,"

Colby cuts her off, "Because he was also a piece of shit and they constantly fought about small things that were unnecessary."

"As Colby said but only two. I'm done dating."

"Banana Bread asks; Do you get uncomfortable when people talk about you and any of the guys, especially Sam and Colby, in a nonfriend way?"

"I don't know if I would say it's uncomfortable but it's a similar feeling. I can't really explain it. I don't care that much because there's more hate towards me with the guys. I guess that's why it doesn't make me uncomfortable because there's not a lot of that. But for Sam and Colby, I'm super close to them so the hugs, head kisses, and cuddles don't really mean anything romantically." She explains, "Like I've had people give me crap for how Sam and I are because he's dating Kat, but she completely trusts us."

"On our trip to Utah, Kat asked Penny if was she keeping Sam from turning blue and purple by cuddling him. So like, she trusts Penelope and Sam. Devyn trusts Penny as well as Corey. I don't have a girlfriend but hopefully she would trust her as well and I'm sure she would." Colby adds.

"So yeah, I don't get uncomfortable but I prefer people not to for the respect of the actual couples." Penelope adds to it.

"Oh, this one is, wow. Jade asks; What made you realize you were in love for the first time?"

"Wow!" Penelope was shocked, "That's a big topic, umm." She takes a deep breath in, "I couldn't stand not being able to see them. It was like, if I saw them I knew no matter what, even if I was at my lowest, just seeing them made me feel a little better. Then one day I couldn't stop thinking about them in a certain way. From that moment on everything in me changed and it's so hard to describe that feelings. Love is complicated to explain." Penelope giggles refusing to look at Colby who was looking at her the whole time she talked.

"Colby's wifey... I didn't know I had one, asks; Can you stop being friends with Colby and move far away please?" He gives Penelope a smile.

"Okay, we're done." She looks at Colby, "I'll have the movers come over soon to get my stuff." She stands up walking out of her room before going back in, "Hell no!" She looks at the camera before sitting back down.

"Yeah, as long as I'm alive, Penelope is gonna be here as well so..." Colby nods his head.

"Okay! Thank you guys for watching and giving me questions. If Colby didn't pick yours, I'm sorry blame him not me. Remember to like, comment, and subscribe. I would really appreciate it." Penelope smiles.

"Do it or I'll hunt you down and force you to." Colby glares at the camera before getting up to turn it off.

[waitingandwishing]

Chapter 7: her 🎈

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Roan brushed Bucky’s hair out of his face, slightly worried at his unconscious state. "Steve, when is he gonna wake up?" Roan asked him. After they fell into the water and got out, they headed to an abandoned building. Bucky was sitting on the concrete ground with his metal arm stuck.

"I don't know, Roan.” Was all Steve said as Roan tilted her head to get a better look at her unconscious friend.

"You guys can go outside, I'll be on watch." Roan said quietly. She could hear their footsteps walk away to check the outer area of the warehouse as she leaned on the concrete wall, lost in her thoughts.

Bucky groans and looks at his arm. He looks back up and sees Roan. "Roan?" he whispers.

Roan snapped her head back to look at Bucky with a smile, kneeling down in front of him. “You feel okay?” She asked.

"Did I hurt you?" Bucky didn’t answer her question.

"No. Of course not." It wasn’t a lie, she didn’t feel hurt and her wounds closed up before it could do significant damage.

"You're a horrible liar." He smiled.

"Hey, Cap!" Sam shouts. Roan looked back and stood next to Sam and Steve. Bucky continues to groan.

"Steve."

"Which Bucky am I talking to?" he asks.

"Your mom's name was Sarah… You used to wear newspapers in your shoes." He chuckles. Roan smiled at his seemingly better state.

"Can't read that in a museum." Steve commented.

"Just like that we’re supposed to be cool?" Sam asked suspiciously. Roan glanced at Steve who shrugged.

"What did I do?" Bucky asked, breaking the silence.

"Enough."

"Oh, god. I knew this would happen. Everything HYDRA put inside me is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn words."

"Hey… It's not your fault. You recovered quicker than you usually do.” Roan reassured him, “You didn’t kill anyone.”

"Who was he?" Steve asked him.

"I don't know."

"People are dead. The bombing, the setup, the doctor did all that just to get 10 minutes with you," Steve reminded him, "I need you to do better than 'I don't know'."

"He wanted to know about Siberia. Where I was kept before Roan met me. He wanted to know exactly where." Bucky tells them.

"Why would he need to know that?"

"Because me and Roan aren't the only Winter Soldiers."

"Who were they?" Steve asks.

"Their most elite death squad. Second most kills.” Bucky explained. Steve and Sam exchanged glances.

“And who had the most?” Sam asked.

“I did.” Roan said, slightly uncomfortable by the recalling of her soldier days. “But that doesn’t matter right now.”

"They all turn out like you?" Sam asked.

"Worse."

"The doctor. Could he control them?"

"Enough." Both Roan and Bucky said.

"Said he wanted to see an empire fall." Steve said.

"With those guys he could do it. They speak 30 languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate, assassinate, destabilize. They can take a whole country down in one night and you'd never see them coming." Bucky sighs. Sam talks to Steve and Roan sat next to Bucky, resting her head on his shoulder.

“It’s not your fault.” She said, brushing his hair out of his face. “I know you do, and it’s alright to think like that… But just know that it’s not true.” _____________________________________________________

Of course Roan was the one getting sent out to do the dirty work. Steve had a good reason though. They all had Sam, Steve, and even Bucky on their files but not her. As far as they knew she wasn’t even alive.

Roan found a Navy Blue Volkswagen beetle on the side of the road. It looked small and old so she decided to steal it. A fancy car would do them no good.

She drove near the building and honked the horn. They all shuffled out of the building, unimpressed by Roan’s car stealing abilities. "You getting in, or what?” She asked with a smirk.

She switched places with Steve in the driver's seat and sat in the back with Bucky who was on the opposite side of her. “It’s cramped in here.” Bucky muttered and Roan turned to him with a shrug.

“It was the only one I could find that people wouldn’t be suspicious about.” She said with a glint in her eyes.

"We’re here. I'll go meet Sharon." Steve says.

"Did she get me any weapons?" Roan asked, sitting straighter. Bucky smiled slightly at the reaction, she reminded him of a happy puppy.

"I can ask her." He smiled and left the car, leaving two immature babies and one murderer in the car.

"Can you move your seat up?" Bucky asks.

"No." Sam doesn't take his eyes off of them.

"You can- Oh. Never mind." Roan cut herself off as Bucky sat next to her. She looked up and saw Steve kiss Sharon. She placed her hand out to Sam. "20 dollars please.”

Sam sighs and hands her a 20 dollar bill. Roan chuckled, pocketing the bill. Steve comes to the car and hands Roan her original handgun as well as taser bracelet. “Aw, thanks!” She smiled brightly.

The trio then drove through the airport and parked close to a white van. "Cap." A man shakes Steve's hand.

"You know I wouldn't have called if I had any other choice." Steve says.

"Hey, man, you're doing me a favor. Besides, I owe a debt." He says.

Steve turns to a girl. "Thanks for having my back."

"It was time to get off my ass." she says.

"How about our other recruit?"

"He's rarin’ to go. I put a little coffee in him but he should be good." He opens the van door and Roan spots a man jerk away.

"What timezone is this?" He asks. He looks at Steve and instantly goes into fangirl mode.

Roan laughed and leaned against the blue car. She could feel its weight shift as Bucky leans too. "So do you think this fight will be hard?" She asked.

"No… Well, at least not for you." He says.

"I need you to promise something." Roan looked at him. He looked at her in confusion before she continued, “If I ever… End up being controlled again, I need you to incapacitate me.”

“You want me to… Kill you?”

“Incapacitate means to prevent functioning in a normal way. You can’t hurt me. I’ll just regenerate.” Roan explained, “Go for the head.

"I'm not going to kill you." He says with a serious look in his eyes.

"Then have Tony do it. Anyone else there if I'm not in control anymore. Kill me." Roan told him. He hesitated before eventually nodding, though Roan knew deep down he wouldn’t be the one to hurt her if it ever needed to happen. "Good. Glad we’re on good terms."

"I don't think we've ever met before." A girl came up to her. She smiled slightly, but seemed to be in pain at best

"I don't either. I'm Roan." She smiled, "Nice to meet another girl on the team. It's tiring to keep waiting for them to catch up."

"Why are you here?" Wanda asked Roan curiously. She couldn’t look into her head, or see anything. Just small bits and pieces of her life.

“I’m a criminal.” She shrugged, “What about you?”

"Tony locked me in my room."

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"Roan, we need you to hijack the plane. Stay here. We're going to be flying in there to-"

"Siberia. Got it." She said and watched them from a hiding spot. She felt as if all she ever did was hide and run away, it irked her. Steve ran out towards a helicopter and it got shot by something. Suddenly, Tony and Rhodes fly in. They seem to be talking to Steve.

Natasha walks behind Steve and someone grabs Steve's shield. It's a guy in a blue and red outfit. He slings past and talks to Tony. He must’ve be a rookie and he sounded like… A kid. 

Tony Stark employed a kid to fight for him. Roan spoke into her wrist communicator. "What's the signal?"

"You'll see us running to the hangar." Sam says through the communicator.

"Ok, but I can’t promise I’ll jump in if you need me to."

Roan sat there for a bit, a little bored now. That is, until she’s shot to the wall by some white sticky substance. It took a while for her to get off and she ran towards the hangar.

"Sorry about that! Woah! Cool hair! And your eyes are red!" The rookie says as he swings past her.

"Thanks! You are?!" Roan shouted to him.

"Spider-man, what about you?!"

"Crimson! Search it on the interweb, kid!" She said and ran past him. She’s pulled backwards by Spider-man and groans before swinging him by his web.

“Did you purposely say interweb or are you just old?!” Spider-Man asked.

“Both!” She yelled as she swung him around. "How old are you?"

"F-fourteen! Woah!" He yells as he gets knocked into a cart.

"Sorry!" Roan yelled, “I was about your age when I started training! You’re gonna do great things!” She shouted when she got outside.

"Roan! Watch out!" He yells and a blaster blasts against her feet. She tumbled down to the ground and landed on her knees.

"That was a warning, Miss Super Soldier." Stark points his blaster at her.

“Oh, no. You cornered me.” Roan muttered before electricity sizzle out from her bracelets, grasping onto Tony as it seemed to fizzle steam from his suit.

Roan ran towards the Quinjet. A fizzing stream of energy slices across the runway and they stopped. A red floating man with a glowing stone in his forehead floats towards them.

"Captain Rogers. I know you believe what you're doing is right. But for the collective good you must surrender now." he says as Tony's team arrives.

"What do we do, Cap?" Roan asks Steve.

"We fight. You go to the Quinjet." He tells her and she nodded.

"This is gonna end well." Roan heard Natasha mutter. They all stride towards each other with determination etched on their faces. Roan sighed and took a few steps backwards.

"They're not stopping." Spider-man says.

"Neither are we." Tony says and everyone breaks into a sprint.

Steve blocks a punch as Iron Man lands, Clint fires an arrow at Vision, War Machine flies after Falcon and Bucky trades blows with T'Challa.

An explosive arrow hits Iron Man. Natasha throws Scott, as Peter swings through the air, struggling to evade vehicles projected by Wanda.

Bucky lands punches on T'Challa, Clint and Natasha battle with batons. Clint pins her down with his bow.

Everyone's fighting and has forgotten about her, thankfully giving her the advantage to take over the quinjet.

She ran fast and dodged the loose arrows, cars, and other stuff. She made her way into the Quinjet and powered it on, waiting for Bucky and Steve to enter and get in.

Roan watched Natasha blast her tasers at King T'Challa with a slight smile as Bucky and Steve entered the Quinjet.

“Buckle up, buttercup.” Roan said as the Quinjet started to raise from the ground. _____________________________________________________

Roan flew the Quinjet towards mountains in Siberia. "What's gonna happen to your friends?" She asked Steve.

Steve stares ahead, sighs and shakes his head. "Whatever it is… I'll deal with it."

"I don't know if we're worth all this, Steve." Bucky says.

"What you did all those years… It wasn't you guys. You guys didn't have a choice." Steve tells him.

"I know." Bucky nods.

"But we still did it.” Roan said, “And that’s never going to change no matter how hard we try to forget it.”

"Want me to take over? You look tired." Steve says and comes up behind her.

"I'm always tired." She said and sat down next to Bucky as Steve took her place.

"How are you doing?" Bucky asked her awkwardly, "I mean the last time we slept, you didn’t sleep at all.”

“I’m fine. I’ve spent years trying to get away from HYDRA, and… Now, I have. That’s all I need.” Roan smiled.

"Are you… Sure?" He asked her.

"Yeah.. .But enough about me. How ya doing with the current situation." She asked him.

"I just… I feel..."

"Like you don't deserve any of this? Like you shouldn't have friends like Steve?" I finished his sentence.

"I have you too. But… Yeah."

"Hm. Well you do deserve this. We deserve this," Roan took both of his hands into her, "Bucky Barnes, I promise to not let anything happen to you or Steve or anyone else we care about." She smiled and he smiled slightly.

(A/N: if you read the original then you know what actually happens, dont worry its gonna be apart of it but i decided to prolong it)

[good-in-space]

1, 3, 11, 13, 29, 30 ❤️

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

(I) I was interested in performing and acting at a young age, and being lucky enough to have a thriving community theatre in my small town growing up where I got to start performing at 9 years old was such a huge and important influence on my life. (II) I was 13 years old when I first got access to the Internet, which at the time (1995) was a pale shadow of what it is now, but also such an interesting and varied world to get immersed in. I think we Xennials lucked out with being able to mostly come of age with the Internet but were more or less fully grown and mature adults before the saturation of social media/influencer/smart phone culture. (III) I started playing tennis competitively in junior high, I was pretty good. Although I did have a bad habit of being a front runner, if I got out ahead on an opponent I could usually hold them off and win. But I was not so good at coming back after getting down quickly to start a match. I specifically had a singles match early in my Sophomore year of high school where I played well but still lost the first two sets. I felt like maybe I could force a fourth set but I didn't have a great track record and either would mentally or physically crap out in such a match. But I hung in there, won the third set, my coach kept coming back to me and reassuring me that I could do it, teammates would come by and watch and cheer me on, and eventually I did wear down the other guy and won an absolutely brutal 5 set match where we beat each other up for like four hours. I went on to have a really great year and my junior year started having some college interest. While my competitive tennis career didn't last much longer, I still carry the lesson and feeling from overcoming a previously undoable action with me to this day.

3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

I'm gonna single out 3 somewhat lesser known or remembered films from 1999 because that was a great year for film and it's the 25th anniversary for those films: Mumford (a Capra-esque quirky small town romantic comedy with just enough 90s milieu to not feel old fashioned), Bowfinger (starring Steve Martin and Eddie Murphy a silly but hilarious comedy about Hollywood and filmmaking but with such a giant heart that makes it so endearing), Summer of Sam (Spike Lee's way underrated look at NYC in the summer of 1977 during the ongoing Son of Sam killings).

what do you consider to be romance?

I think romance is probably best described as the intersection of intimacy, whimsy, desire, and comfort.

what are you doing right now?

waiting for dinner to be ready and watching "The Challenge" on MTV which I've seen every single episode of and have watched since the very beginning when it was The Real World vs Road Rules Challenge and was just a one off special in the early years. I have never seen an episode of Survivor or The Amazing Race or any number of similar shows, but I'm down with The Challenge forever.

what do you do when you’re sad?

Listen to music. The quickest and strongest way to get some catharsis and hopefully feel better.

what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

Unfortunately I don't think anything is fail proof in that regard, but as I mentioned above music comes the closest.

[lovestuckyhatemarvel]

Fun fact: I flipped between both my blogs multiple times because for some reason I thought I started this post and then abandoned it halfway through or something but no, I hadn’t started this episode at all. So on that promising note, here’s season 4 episode 3.

1.) Ruth, Nevada actually makes sense as a location thing to pop up. Like I know there’s a lot of jokes about PARIS, FRANCE popping up but I’ve literally never heard of Ruth, Nevada before. But also, I don’t particularly care about Sam Owens.

2.) Oh, Sam Owens got fucking fired? Damn. Also, the military blaming scientists for this shit is a little hilarious. Like yes, scientists did it, but they did it FOR the government and military FOR military operations. So to now be like, “DAMN, I CAN’T BELIEVE Y’ALL DID THAT SHIT” is hilarious.

3.) “He’ll lead us right to the girl.” Did y’all fucking check the yellow pages? Because I don’t think Joyce has hidden that she moved to California. Like how are y’all not able to find her going to public school in California? Unless you mean a different girl. Regardless, that line is fucking stupid.

4.) Man, Angela’s really milking this injury.

5.) Jonathan and Argyle are so fucking high and are not helping. They are right that ‘blip’ is a funny word though. Actually never mind, it’s not funny anymore. They ruined it.

6.) Oh, Murray’s cooking, that explains the opera music. Also, Joyce and Murray are being so weird. Lmao Joyce is a terrible liar.

7.) I’m not actually sure the Duffers have ever been high.

8.) Oh, my god, I just realized they gave Angela that stupid cut on her fucking face just so it could mirror Brenner’s injury even though that’s still not fucking how a goddamn skate would injure a person if it’s being smacked against your face.

9.) I’m sure Vecna is terrifying if you’re 14 or really terrified of even the slightest horror thing, but these glimpses of him in the upside down are just funny to me.

10.) Does the basketball team just like, live in an abandoned building?

11.) I hate Jason Carver’s goddamn face.

12.) Steve’s gay little wave at Eddie was so cute.

13.) This team of kids is definitely not reassuring Eddie.

14.) Fred’s body looks slightly less funny than Chrissy’s did but like, still cartoonish.

15.) El really is going through really normal puberty angst. But also Mike is so stupid. Just say love, dude. You do love her. Even if it’s probably not romantic, you do love her.

16.) Oh, I’m betting 5 bucks those cops aren’t real and they’re arresting her for nefarious reasons. Also, Mike, how the fuck are you gonna fix this?

17.) I love that Murray’s like, “Listen, it’s fine that we lied to them. At least two of those kids are gonna spend this time getting high and fucking. And by two of them, I mean Jonathan and whoever the fuck his friend is. I don’t know who he is, but I think they’re narsty.”

18.) But also fuck you, Joyce, don’t talk about that plane crashing.

19.) Manual labor in the snow. Also, since when does Hopper speak Russian? Oh, he’s learning from Enzo? Oh, his name is Antonov. I think I’ve only ever seen fans refer to him as Enzo which is hilarious.

20.) “They were at the game and the trailer park.” Steve, being aware for once: HEY, WE’RE AT THE TRAILER PARK. ARE WE GONNA FUCKING DIE?

21.) I really really think Steve was just being the Protective Friend of the group when he asked to go with Nancy. But also Nancy and Robin are cuuuuuuuute.

22.) That gate was Delayed. Like chop chop, ugly. Next time eat a cop or two.

23.) Vecna has Guilt-O-Vision. And it found Patrick. One of the two black guys the basketball douches will actually hang out with.

24.) Damn, Lucas, Jason just went full on batshit against guys who literally do not know where Eddie is. Lucas, you’re being a real traitor. But also, narratively, having the only black member of the kids be part of his little hunting party feels…bad. And Gross.

25.) HEY, EL. SAY IT WITH ME: WE DON’T FUCKING TALK TO COPS. ASK FOR A GODDAMN LAWYER. THEY’RE LITERALLY NOT SUPPOSED TO BE TALKING TO YOU WITHOUT AN ADULT. JUST SAY LAWYER. JUST SAY LAWYER. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

26.) “She wasn’t even trying to help.” No shit, Jonathan. She’s a cop. Cops don’t help.

27.) Goddamn, Hopper. Honestly, Hopper getting his leg fucked 6 ways to Sunday is so far the most horrifying thing this season and it’s not even shown really.

28.) Robin is autistic. Source: Me. I’m autistic.

29.) Dustin is and idiot sometimes. Steve literally doesn’t have a thing for Nancy anymore. Also, Steve’s not blushing.

30.) Max would rather be anywhere other than in a room talking about her feelings about her dead douchebag stepbrother. I also love that Ms. Kelley keeps her keys very well labeled.

31.) Lucas, I swear to God, if you tell them where Eddie is, I’m gonna crawl into the screen reverse Samara style and kick your ass.

32.) with her hair like this, Millie Bobby Brown looks so much like Winona Ryder.

33.) Oh, nvm, cops were being cops earlier. Now she’s being taken by the feds.

34.) Hi, Sam. You fuckin’ dweeb.

35.) Can we talk about how Alaska DOES have spring. Like, the Duffers know that, right? Right?????????? Actually hold on, gonna confirm with my roommate who grew up in Alaska.

36.) Okay apparently actually the weather question is very complicated and if they flew into Juno or Anchorage then no, they wouldn’t be having very heavy snow, but further north it’s still late for a ton of snow but not impossible. And as for Russia’s weather, IDK.

37.) I googled Nome, Alaska. That’s a coastal city and according to my roommate wouldn’t be getting this kind of snow in March.

38.) Okay I have gotten my silent question of ‘why not just get him to hit the chains’ answered by the guards checking his chains. JESUS HIS FOOT LOOKS BAD. But for real that looks way worse than the fucking corpses do. Oh my god. I’d rather rewatch that goofy ass Vecna murder compilation than to ever see that foot wound again. But also FUCKING NARROW DOWN WHAT KIND OF SHOW YOU ARE. OH MY GOD.

39.) Platonic with a capital P.

40.) A DEMON!!!!! Nancy and Robin are both geniuses.

41.) how did it take the kids 2 fucking hours to talk to Ms. Kelley and then break into the school

42.) Hey how is Hopper doing pushups on that fucking foot?

43.) “What if I told you there was a way, a way to bring them back?” I’d say prove it, asshole.

44.) “My friends, in Hawkins, are you in danger.” Oh no, cutting to Max as she figures out she’s a target.

45.) He could have at least let her take those waffles to go. I’m not saying it’d be a good idea to eat those in a moving car, but if the fate of the world rests on a child’s shoulders, she can eat messy waffles in the back of a car as a treat.

46.) TICK TOCK. THE PLOT IS COMING. And it’s coming for MY GODDAMN DAUGHTER!!!!!!!!!!! I hate that fucking Vecna douchebag so much.

[floral-poisons]

Can i get some hcs of how they would initiate hand holding? If thats not too scandalous for you 😳 also take ur time and take care of urself! 😡💖 aggressively cares about you

hand holding is never too scandalous my dear anon!! i would love to make these head canons for you! and don't worry. i am taking good care of myself! treating myself this valentine's day season because no one is more important than me lol. but these were very fun and cute to write so i hope you enjoy them!

NRC STAFF

dire crowley

not gonna lie, it definitely happened when one of the students overblotted. you were on the scene as fast as crowley and the sudden surge of magical energy had him reaching for your hand and gripping at as tight as possible. he was afraid you might blow away (even though you yourself were strong enough to stay grounded).

ashton vargas

ashton started holding your hand after going on a run. it was a quick jog for the two of you and you guys saw the sunrise at the beach. a cute moment between the two lovers. and he just reaches over slightly and gently holds your hand which contrasts greatly to his muscular physique.

mozus trein

it was a long time ago when the two of you held hands for the first time. but mozus remembers it like it was yesterday. you guys were just studying, looking through the books. and he reached over and held your hand as he turned the page. the gentle squeeze you gave back reassured him that he made the right move.

divus crewel

divus was all about pda when he was younger. now that he’s older, not so much. it’s definitely a lot more toned down than it used to be. but he loves holding your hand, feeling your skin against the leather of his glove. he just will hold your hand randomly because he wants to hold it. it gives him a sense of peace and stability.

sam

honestly, it probably happened on accident. you were just helping around the shop when he called you over to talk about something. and then he just grabbed your hand as he led you to the back to show the items he needed to restock. you were quite flustered when you saw he was holding your hand.

DIASOMNIA

malleus draconia

malleus being the shy person he is isn’t one to initiate hand holding that often. and usually it comes in the form of something like intertwining your pinkies together. something small and subtle. but the moment he full on holds your hand is during a small date between the two of you. and it’s just the two of you.

lilia vanrouge

lilia’s been around. he’s familiar with the intimate gesture of hand holding. unlike a lot of his peers, he’s a lot more casual about it. he holds your hand whenever he feels like it and the grip is also very strong. it just happens and you’re not mad about it either.

silver

silver keeps his hands to himself in public. but when the two of you are in private, that’s when he becomes affectionate with you. the first time you held hands was in the forest. you were just walking around and you began wandering to another direction only for his hand to grab yours. “wrong way.” he mutters, guiding you to the right direction.

sebek zigvolt

sebek easily gets flustered and embarrassed and it’s funny to watch his cheeks flare up when you hold his hand out of the blue. he usually objects to it but squeezes your hand showing that he really likes the physical affection he’s receiving from you. rarely does he initiate it but when he does, it’s usually when you’re walking around.

HEARTSLABYUL

riddle rosehearts

riddle being sheepish and one to abide by the rules is not familiar with hand holding. he absolutely does like it. but when he holds your hand, his face is red. seeing him blush means he’s gathering up the courage to hold your hand.

trey clover

trey’s a lot more casual about it than you would think. he’s definitely someone who likes hand holding but he has a lot of stuff in his hands which prevents him from doing it often. but he likes to hold your hand when you’re waiting on line in the cafeteria. he just grabs your hand too which isn’t opposed by you.

cater diamond

cater LOVES pda. he will absolutely show off him holding your hand at any opportunity. it pops up on his magicam for sure. he just nudges your hand with his like a puppy and you’ll roll your eyes and nod. he’s so excited when he gets to hold your hand too!

ace trappola

ace gets embarrassed about hand holding. he doesn’t want to admit that he’s worried about your safety. but it happens a lot when you’re in danger. he’ll just hold your hand and hold it tight. when you question it, he mutters a lame excuse that you obviously see through.

deuce spade

deuce coughs out of awkwardness when he holds your hand and you notice, teasing him about how sweet he is. his cheeks and ears go pink when you say this. he likes to feel that you’re close to him, that you’re within reach. it reassures him that you’re safe.

POMEFIORE

vil schoenheit

even though vil, when pining, is very touchy, he tends to avoid holding your hand. it’s an intimate gesture. a very intimate gesture. and it doesn’t happen until after you’ve been dating for a while. he claims he doesn’t want to ruin his manicure but you know the real reason is that he’s a little wary of intimacy. the moment he takes your hand happens in the hallway and it’s surprising to say the least. you’re just going to class. but the squeeze you give reassures him that he’s safe to be vulnerable.

rook hunt

rook’s one to be really sly about holding your hand. you don’t realize that the two of you are holding your hands until you look down and see his fingers intertwined with yours. the first time you held hands was definitely at a fireworks show. he just felt like it. and he holds your hand A LOT after that.

epel felmier

epel’s definitely down for physical touch. he seems shy but in reality, he’s not afraid of pda. it probably happened after flight classes. he said you did really well today and just wraps his hand around yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “you might be better than me at this point.” he jokes while grinning widely.

SAVANACLAW

leona kingscholar

leona doesn’t like pda. he’s just not the type to really like it. the man prefers to keep his hands to himself and for you to keep your hands to yourself. that only makes the moments he holds your hand a lot more precious. it happened purely by coincidence when he was sleeping too and he was holding your hand while asleep.

ruggie bucchi

ruggie’s a sucker for pda, especially hand holding. he finds it’s a very intimate but small gesture that isn’t overly romantic. it can be platonic too. generally though he holds your hand while walking to places. sometimes he’ll even run and drag you along with him.

jack howl

jack, i would imagine, is a very affectionate partner. but like he’s also slightly embarrassed about it. he likes keeping you close and he definitely likes holding your hand. it just happened when you guys were in alchemy class. he gently holds your hand as he takes notes.

OCTAVINELLE

azul ashengrotto

azul’s not one for handholding usually. the times he does hold your hand is very rare and usually something serious has to happen in order for him to grip your hand. the first time he did it, he was nervous. he was proposing a new menu and instinctively gripped your hand in order to calm his heart beat.

jade leech

since jade is very formal, it would take a while for him to hold your hand. when he does, he only does it in private. it’s going to take a lot of time for him to be comfortable showing pda. it happens between a small intimate moment between the two of you. you decided to come foraging with jade and while climbing up the mountain, he holds your hand as to not lose you.

floyd leech

floyd’s holding your hand right off the bat. it doesn’t matter if you’re together romantically or not. he needs to drag you places and he’s grabbing you by the hand to do it.

SCARABIA

kalim al-asim

kalim is very touchy feely. he loves physical touch. it’s something that he craves. so like right after you guys start dating you hold hands. hell it even happened on your first date. he just took your hand and intertwined your fingers with his. it was comforting and it made you feel butterflies.

jamil viper

jamil, i would imagine, isn’t one for affection. he likes to keep his personal life under wraps for the most part. but after getting to know you more and becoming more comfortable with physical affection and pda, he takes your hand. it probably happens during a mundane moment of getting lunch in the cafeteria and you both are waiting on line.

IGNIHYDE

idia shroud

idia would initiate hand holding quite early on in the relationship. and it’s because you guys went outside. he needs a sense of comfort and there’s no one to provide a sense of comfort than you. with your hand around his.

[baroquebucky]

in which bucky is protective over his favorite girl

warnings: violence

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a/n: hi guys !! i hope you gets enjoy this one shot it’s just angst and fluff <3 (written at 3 am plz forgive any typos) ,, send in some requests !!

Bucky was protective of all the things he loved and cared about.

Growing up he was protective of Steve, beating up anyone who bullied the skinny boy, kicking people out of alleys and checking up on his friend.

Then he was protective of his own memories and thoughts, scared of losing them once more and being turned into someone he wasn’t.

He was protective of Sam after he got over his initial annoyance, sending death glares and making snappy comments to anyone who down talked his partner.

Then he met you. You who were sweet and caring, who loved him for who he was and who was the most amazing person he’d ever known. Bucky was very protective of you.

He knew what and who was out there in the world, he knew the lengths people would go to if they ever wanted to hurt him, of course he was protective of you.

Bucky was staying at the compound for a couple nights working on a case with Sam, researching some organization popping up similar to HYDRA. Buckys stomach was in knots, they knew about him, about the winter soldier, could they know about you? what if they tried to hurt you?

He quickly pushed the feelings away, you would be okay, you always were right?

He couldn’t sleep, he had a bad feeling, he needed to be with you. It was nearly 2 am, he didn’t want to bother you.

hi doll can i come over ? cant sleep at the compound :/

You replied quickly, missing your boyfriend despite seeing him only a couple days ago.

of course lover boy

Bucky quickly grabbed some clothes, changing and packing a bag with extra clothes, throwing in a pistol and some knives just in case.

when Bucky arrived he quickly unlocked your door with the key you had given him, locking the door once he had let himself in and headed to your room, seeing you sat up, waiting for him, your eyes bleary.

“sorry for keeping you up doll” he whispered, setting his bag down next to the bed, slipping his shirt and sweats off, slipping under the covers with you, pulling you to his chest softly.

“it’s okay, couldn’t sleep that well anyway, keep hearing noises” you mumbled, body relaxing as you the cold feeling of Buckys metal arm draped around your waist.

“I’m here doll don’t worry” he mumbled, kissing your forehead, focusing on his surroundings, making sure you were safe.

You fell asleep quickly in his arms, breathing steady. Bucky listened to your heartbeat, eyes closing slowly and he let himself fall asleep, holding you a little tighter as he slept.

It was 4:27 am when he heart the jangle of the door being unlocked. Bucky had never shot up faster, slipping out of bed and quickly putting the clothes he had taken off earlier.

“y/n, doll get up now” he spoke quickly, shaking you gently until you woke up.

“hm? what happened?” You slurred, eyes still closed.

“someone’s trying to get in” he spoke softly and your eyes widened, heart racing as you moved quickly, waking up quickly.

“should i hide? what do i do? what if they hurt me? if they kidnap me? am i gonna-” your spoke quickly, panicking.

“doll i would never let anything happen to you. Stay behind me” bucky spoke sternly, his pistol in one hand, handing you a knife.

“Hold this” he spoke, one arm extended behind him, making sure you were safe behind him, the other holding the pistol as the door opened, five men walking into your apartment, armed.

He turned to you, motioning you to stay quiet and to hide in the corner, you quickly followed his directions, holding the knife tightly as you saw Bucky put away his pistol, walking to the living room.

“Breaking and entering is a crime you know” he remarked, the five men turning to look at him, three of them aiming their weapons at him.

“You’re coming with us” one of them spoke and Bucky rolled his eyes.

“No actually I’m not” he snickered, grabbing one mans gun and breaking his nose with the butt, throwing him into two of the other men.

The other two scrambled to shoot at him, he raised his metal arm, blocking the shots and knocking them out with a swift punch, kicking one of them in the chest as they approached him with a pocket knife.

You peeked around the corner, seeing Bucky taking on the five men, fighting them off but struggling at they bombarded him.

You panicked, hiding in the corner again, heart racing as you tried to figure out what to do.

You grabbed the vase to your right, moving quickly and throwing it, causing it to shatter.

The men turned around, Bucky grabbed one of their knives, slicing the back of his thigh, causing the man to fall, shouting in pain.

He kicked one man in the back, sending him out into the hallway, hitting his head on the wall which knocked him out.

There were three men now, two of them constantly ambushing Bucky, letting the third one go to where you threw the vase, your heart rate spiked as you heard the footsteps grow louder, your grip on the knife was tighter, hiding it behind your back.

The man entered the room, his eyes settling in you immediately. He smirked at he approached you, going to grab your arm you shrieked and sliced his arm, running away from the man, but he was quick.

He grabbed the back of your shirt, pulling you to him, causing you to hit his chest with a ‘hmph’

You raised the knife to stab him but he was much stronger, easily grabbing your wrist, squeezing you hand causing you to drop the knife, the pressure making you wince.

“Dont fucking touch her!” Bucky growled, something in him snapping as he the man held your wrist tightly, elbowing you in the face as you tried to get free.

His metal arm whirred, and just like that he punched the man on his right, the vibranium causing his nose to break, he fell to the floor quickly. Bucky ducked, avoiding the second mans punch, grabbing a knife from the floor, flipping it and throwing it into the mans abdomen, making him stumble over in pain.

He made quick strides, eyes dark and jaw clenched, his breathing was ragged and he grabbed his forearm with his metal arm, throwing him against the wall easily.

You stumbled out of his grasp and ran to the other side of the room, breathing heavy and hands shaking, eyes wide as Bucky moved his metal hand to the mans throat, holding him up as he chocked him.

“Don’t ever get near her again” he threatened, voice low and raspy. He let go of the man, coughing as gasping for air, Bucky held him to the wall, pinning his throat once again with the forearm of his metal arm.

“Doll go call Sam and tell him to get here now” he spoke, turning to look at you and you nodded quickly, fumbling for your phone and calling Sam.

“you’ve gone soft soldat” the man spoke and Bucky put more pressure on the mans throat, cutting off his hair supply,

“You touched my girl, the only reason you haven’t joined your buddies as a corpse is because we need information” he growled, releasing some pressure to let the man breathe again.

Sam arrived quickly, getting the man for interrogation and bringing some more backup to help with the scene.

“I talked with stark, he said to head back to the compound with y/n, they’re gonna figure it out for tonight” Sam whispered to bucky.

“take care of her she looks shaken up” Sam frowned. You were sat outside on the bench outside your apartment complex, hot tears streaming down your face as you pictured the events. You could’ve died.

You almost had to kill someone.

Bucky killed someone. He killed five people like it was light work.

You remembered the dark look in the mans eyes, like he was planning to hurt you.

“doll?” Bucky spoke and you jumped, flinching at his words. You relaxed as soon as you saw your boyfriend, shrinking back into yourself.

“lets go to the compound okay?” he whispered and you nodded, moving quickly and looking over your shoulder.

You grabbed his hand, holding it tightly the whole ride back, sticking to him closely, not wanting to be alone. The sun was rising already you were beyond exhausted.

“go shower I’ll wait for you here okay? If you need anything just call my name okay doll?” Bucky spoke softly, kissing your forehead. You nodded as he handed your some of his clothes you could change into.

You showered quickly, wanting to be back in Buckys arms where you knew you were safe.

As you finished changing bucky, handed you a plate of food, telling you to eat something while he showered, you nodded with a smile, not trusting your voice.

He tried showering quickly, knowing how scared you must be. You were putting on a brave face, for him. His heart broke, upset you had to see all that. He was furious at the fact that they, whoever the fuck they were put you in danger. He would make sure they all paid for it.

Bucky changed quickly, heading out only to find you wiping your tears quickly, attempting to quiet your sniffles, your food was untouched.

“baby?” He approached you quietly and you turned away from him.

“m sorry i tried to be strong” you spoke shakily, Bucky frowned, pulling you into his chest as you cried.

“let it out sweetheart it’s okay” he whispered, rubbing your back as you choked out quiet sobs.

“i- he was gonna kill me” you spoke between sobs, holding onto your boyfriend tightly, “i thought i could be strong for you but i couldn’t” you cried and he held your tightly.

He was quiet until your cries died down, only soft sniffles. He handed your some tissues and you thanked him, blowing your nose.

Bucky picked you up, carrying you to bed and holding you closely.

“You don’t have to be strong for me sweets, I’m here for you. I’m going to be here all the time and I’m not leaving anytime soon.” He reassured you, your head resting on his chest.

“you protected me” you mumbled, eyes heavy from exhaustion.

“I’ll always protect you” he replied, pulling you closer to him. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you” he stated, your heart thumped in your ears, relaxing a little more at his words.

“I love you” you whispered, looking at him and he smiled, kissing your forehead.

“I love you too doll face” he smiled, kissing your cheek before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“can’t believe you actually took on five guys” you yawned, Bucky furrowed his brows.

“what?” He asked, confused.

“i don’t know, thought you were gonna lose” you mumbled, playing with his fingers.

“doll, you realize I’m a trained assassin? A super soldier? I have a whole metal arm” he stated, almost offended that you thought he would lose.

“Well yeah, but you also cry watching the fox and the hound and are the softest person i know” you replied, furrowing your brows. “I’ve never seen you fight so i wouldn’t know” you shrugged your shoulders.

“i wanted to keep you out of that part of my life, didn’t want you to think any different of me” he shifted, stomach twisting as your stayed quiet.

“i dont” you replied after a few moments, bucky let out a shaky breath. “but” you began, his stomach fell.

“it was kinda hot now that i think about it” you smirked and Buckys mouth fell open.

“wh- y/n!” He smiled at you in surprise and you giggled, looking at him with a small smile.

“i have to find one positive in this okay!” You pouted and he let out a soft chuckle.

“i think you should get the rest sweets” he smiled and you nodded, both of you shifting to get more comfortable, the birds singing outside but you both ignored it.

“y know you could always choke me with the metal arm if you want” you teased and Buckys face flushed red, heart racing.

“y/n!” he scolded you as you smirked, loving to see him flustered.

“gnight lover boy” you giggled and rolled his eyes, kissing the top of your head.

“goodnight doll” he replied, holding you close, protecting you from the world. Nothing was gonna hurt you as long as Bucky was with you.

[cjsinkythoughts]

Inner Conflict

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3586

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Some Angst, Some Fluff, Sam and Bucky being idiots, Mentions of PTSD, Anxiety, and Depression

A/N: Here’s Part Three to my FATWS Series, which I’m making a masterlist for that you can find Here. 

Uh…it’s a little long, and I apologize for that. It doesn’t even encompass the whole second episode, only the first half, so a Part 3.5 will be coming out later today probably (it’s my day off work so I have all day to relax and write!) I tried not doing a line for line rewrite of the episode, but there are quotes from the show in here. Mostly it’s Reader’s thoughts and feelings towards what’s happening while conversations are going on around. Reader’s backstory is a bit more unfurled. It’s more action packed and more scene-for-scene of the episode than the previous two. Less emotions shared and less hurt/comfort type of thing, but that’ll be back in the next part probably along with more scenes not in the show. The next part I’m planning won’t be as long, it’ll mainly just be the Couples Therapy scene and a bit more angst with her and Sam and her and Bucky.

Because there’s four more episodes and I don’t know what’s going to happen in them, I’m kinda hesitant on spilling out exactly what is going on with the Reader and what her role was on the original team, but we’ll get there. Also, I wasn’t expecting to be writing multiple pieces for one episode, but if the other episodes are as packed as this one, prepare yourself for more parts than anticipated. We’re already on Part 3 and I’ve got Part 3.5 coming. Just bare with me as I don’t know what’s going to happen in future episodes! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it! 

(Not beta’d so excuse any mistakes.)

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

Walking out of the shower, ruffling a towel through your hair to dry it off, you froze at the sound of the TV. A sigh left your lips. It’s all he’d been doing the last few days - watching the news. Keeping up with the tour for the new Captain America.

You peeked out of the small bedroom to find Bucky sitting on the floor, brow creased as he watched John Walker talk to the Good Morning America hostess.

“You shouldn’t be watching that.” You spoke up, leaning on the doorway, still patting your hair dry. He glanced over to you, taking in the towel wrapped around you, before looking back at the TV. Seeing you like that wasn’t anything new. “Buck, I’m serious. Brooding over it won’t make anything better.”

“What do you want me to do?”

You let out a sigh, shifting your feet and biting your lip as you thought about how to respond. “I-I haven’t figured it out yet. But obsessing over the new guy-”

“Aren’t you mad?”

You frowned at his question, his eyes meeting yours once more. “I told you already that I am.”

He tilted his head, which he did when he was confused, his eyes narrowing. “Why don’t you show it? Why aren’t you screaming or cursing or crying or something? You, of all people-”

“Because it won’t help anything, Buck.” You shook your head, pushing off the wall. “I want to. But if I let myself go down that road…” Dropping your gaze to the floor, you take a breath, collecting your thoughts. “This is such a complicated situation, James. I’m being contacted left and right for a statement on the new Captain. People trying to see my reaction. Senators trying to get me to meet with him. I can’t let myself snap. I can’t.”

He scowled. “They’re still bothering you?”

A dry chuckle escaped your lips and you nodded. “Makes me miss the days when no one knew who I was; when I was the behind-the-scenes seventh Avenger. But I made that choice to come out, and I have to deal with the consequences now. Blowing up will only-”

“Even though I never met him…he feels like a brother.”

That one statement stopped you in your tracks. Bucky’s head whipped back to the TV, his jaw ticking, his nose scrunching up.

“Did he really just say that?”

Bucky merely nodded, his chest heaving as he tried getting his breathing under control. “Feel like snapping now?”

You purse your lips as you held in the tears stinging your eyes. After composing yourself, you moved over and grabbed the remote, letting out a tiny sniffle as you did so. You tentatively touched Bucky’s shoulder, silently asking him if he needed anything from you. His response was to open his arms, so you quickly got down besides him to hold him.

“He is my brother, doll.”

“I know, Buck.” You pressed a soft kiss to his head, which rested against your bare shoulder.

Your bare knees are pressed harshly against the wooden panels of the floor, and you’re twisted awkwardly, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. As long as he was comfortable, you would take the uncomfortable position. As long as he was being held, you would take the soreness it would leave. As long as you could help him be some sort of okay, you would take not being okay in this position.

 You two sat like that for a few more moments before your phone buzzed. You gave a sigh, pulling back and holding his cheeks in either hand. He wasn’t crying, although he was on the verge of doing so. You’d seen him cry before, so you knew he didn’t mind. For you it was a different story.

Bucky had maybe seen you cry twice since the whole Blip thing went down. And one of them was over the phone, so he didn’t see it so much as he heard it. You didn’t let yourself cry in front of him. Or anyone, for that matter. It was a part of you. The only person you ever felt comfortable enough around to cry in front of…wasn’t there. And you couldn’t change that.

“We’ll figure it out.” You told him, nodding gently and letting a small, sad smile quirk the corners of your lips up. “Okay? We’ll figure it out.”

The clench in his jaw loosened as your fingers worked circles into the hinge, making him relax and nod back. You pressed a tender kiss to his forehead before standing up, moving across the room to where your phone was on the counter. You assumed it’d be another government official or news reporter, so you were slightly shocked to see ‘Sammy’ flashing up at you.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you read his message, a slight pout forming on your face. 

“Doll?” Toned arms wrapped around you, warm and cool, his chin setting on your shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Sam. He needs my help with something.”

“I’m coming with you.”

You turned in his arms, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Why?”

He shrugged, licking his lips. “You might need help.”

“Bucky, you can’t go if you’re just going to yell at him.”

“I won’t.”

You studied his features. He was lying, you knew that. Of course he was going to snap at Sam for giving up the shield. He was mad and they got on each others’ nerves every chance they could find, so of course he was going to.

But you still found yourself saying yes and telling him to go pack a bag. You were never able to say no to Steve and it seemed that got passed on. What a nuisance it was.

****************

And you were so right. It was the first thing he said once Sam came into view coming down the stairs.

“You shouldn’t have given up the shield, Sam.”

“James.” You squeezed the hand he was holding, voice pleading for him not to do this right now. He huffed, stepping back to let you greet Sam properly, giving the man a hug. “Hi, Sammy.”

“It’s been a while.” Sam commented, pulling back and holding you by the shoulders. “You look good. Not that you’ve ever looked otherwise.”

You gave him a small smile. “You do too.”

“Thanks for coming. I know it’s short notice, but-”

“It’s fine, Sam. Really.” You insist.

Sam nodded, before eyeing Bucky. “Did you have to bring him?”

“Samuel-”

“This is wrong.” Bucky cut in, staring Sam down, falling into step besides him as the man started heading outside.

“James-”

“Hey, hey. Look. I’m working, all right?”

You rolled your eyes as the two started arguing, stopping your stride to take a breather. You used to joke about babysitting them, but it didn’t feel like a joke anymore and you were getting tired of it. All the bickering for no reason. The contempt they held for one another. Steve made you promise that you would look out for them, and you were trying, but they weren’t making it easy.

When you joined them again, you raised an eyebrow at the direction the conversation turned. How the hell did they get from arguing about the shield to what a wizard is?

“Ahh! Haha! A sorcerer is a wizard without a hat!”

You gave Sam a look as he babbled about how he was right. “Sorcerer Mickey has a hat. Isn’t that, like, how he gets his powers and everything?”

Bucky grinned at you. “Thank you!”

“Excuse you!” Sam scoffed, pointing an accusing finger at you. “We were having a conversation!”

“Yeah. A stupid conversation I just ended. Now I’m gonna be in the plane. Feel free to join me when you’re done being idiots.”

They both spluttered, but you were already walking away, leaving no room for arguments. As you loaded onto the plane, you spotted the Lieutenant whom Sam mentioned who had been helping him out with missions. Torres, you thought, remembering his name from a previous phone call with your friend.

“You Lieutenant Torres?” You asked, walking up to him.

He blinked, before his eyes widened, a grin appearing on his face. He seemed young, which you were perfectly okay with considering you’ve been working alongside old men for the past decade. It was always nice to work with a fresh face, which you found after you started working with Wanda and Peter.

The thought of the two youngest members made you falter, not having heard from either of them since Christmas almost six months prior, but you quickly recovered yourself, shaking away the worries you had for them.

“You’re Y/N Y/L/N! I’m a huge fan! I’ve read all your files!”

Chuckling a little, you held out your hand. “Most of those are heavily classified.”

He ducked his head with a little blush, rubbing the back of his neck after shaking your hand. “I, uh, I might’ve…used connections.”

“It’s okay.” You reassured him, throwing him a wink. “I won’t tell. Can you tell me what’s going on? Sam didn’t exactly explain the situation.”

He nodded, getting into ‘work mode’, something you’ve seen in most military men, informing you of their recent missions and the group known as the Flag-Smashers and giving you a file on them. He was in the middle of telling you about his solo mission in Germany when your two fellas came in, sending each other small glares, but remaining quiet.

Bucky caught your eye and sent an apologetic look your way, to which you just smiled at before turning back to Torres.

“Well I’m glad you’re okay.” You told him once he was done.

“Oh yeah. It wasn’t that bad.”

You laughed and nodded. “I’m sure. You seem like a tough kid.”

He smiled, before looking around and jabbing his thumb behind his shoulder. “I-I’ve gotta go, but-”

“We can talk later.” You promised with a grin.

“Really?!”

“Of course! I have a feeling we’ll be working together more, and I like getting to know who’s gonna have my back.”

He beamed and nodded, walking backwards. “That’d be awesome! Talk to you later then!”

You giggled as he turned around and jogged off, pumping his fist in the air. You turned to a grinning Sam and nodded towards where Torres left. “I like him. Seems like a nice kid.”

“He is. Very energetic. A little reckless, but he’s got a good heart.”

You hummed, the smile falling from your face as you flipped through the file Torres gave you. “So…Munich?”

“Yeah. Listen, I’m sorry again for taking you away from the search, but-”

“Search is off.” You informed him quickly, not looking up. “Until further notice.”

The plane went quiet, before Sam cleared his throat. “So…no sign of Wanda yet, then?”

You shut the file, looking up at the men whose features were laced with concern. “I’m gonna go talk to the pilot. Behave while I’m gone. No pushing each other off the plane.”

“Doll?”

You were stopped by the hand that grabbed your wrist as you passed Bucky. You shot him another smile, knowing it wasn’t convincing enough for him, but it being the best one you had. “I’m okay. I’ve just gotta ask him some questions.”

************

Opening your mouth to stop him, you groaned when Bucky jumped out of the plane before you could speak. First Sam jumps without sharing the plan, then Bucky jumps without having a plan. Or a parachute. Or wings. Or anything.

Torres looked at you, but all you could do was shrug. “I dunno what to tell you, kid.”

“You’re not gonna do that, are you?”

“No.” You reassured him, shaking your head. “I’m gonna wait ‘til we land like a normal person and take my bike. I just have to pray that they’ll wait to do anything stupid until I get there.”

They didn’t wait. You’re pretty sure they didn’t even think about waiting. By the time you got to them, they were fighting - and losing, might you add - to six really strong people on top of two semi trucks.

Because why wouldn’t they?

Oh, oh. And on top of that, the fake was there, throwing the shield. The shield that didn’t belong to him. The shield that meant so much more than he would ever know.

“Hi, doll! Sorry we started the party without you!” Bucky shouted from where he was hanging off the edge, that close to the street and getting his head torn off by the tire.

“I’m so tired of babysitting you two, you know that?!”

“Oh! Sorry we’re such an inconvenience for you! Blame him! He jumped the gun!” Sam shouted, coming to fly next to you as you rolled up your sleeves, standing on your bike, using one hand to steer.

“Can I get a little help already?!”

“Sam-!”

“On it!”

Knowing that no matter how much they pissed each other off, Sam would make sure Bucky was okay and vice versa, you focused on getting to the top, where Walker and a buddy of his were struggling a little bit.

You climbed up to the roof of the semi no one was on, wincing when you heard your bike skidding across the pavement. There goes half your salary.

You couldn’t dwell on it for very long, considering one of the guys appeared in front of you. You recognized the fighting - the strength - and faltered, a memory resurfacing at a very bad time.

~

“C’mon, honey. You can do better than that.” Steve grinned at you, holding out a hand to help you up.

“Excuse me for not having super strength, Rogers.” You huffed out, taking it and letting him pull you up.

“You don’t need to be stronger than me. You just need to be smarter.”

“That’ll be easy.” You teased, stretching your arms before getting into your stance again. “You’re a dumbass sometimes.”

“Yeah, well, who chose to be friends with this dumbass?”

“Everyone needs a dumbass for a friend.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “So I’m your dumbass?”

“If you want.”

The grin he shot you made your heart skip a beat. “If you’ll have me.”

~

You blinked, but Steve wasn’t in front of you anymore and you weren’t in the gym in DC. 

The guy caught the punch you distractedly threw and twisted your arm, making you cry out, kicking him in the back of the knee and flipping him over your shoulder.

You went to kick him again, but he caught your leg and threw you against the side of the other semi. You were able to grab onto where Bucky had ripped through the side, but you winced as the metal cut through your palm. Sam had just flown under the trucks, taking Buck with him, and you knew when a fight wasn’t worth it, so you quickly moved around the truck, letting Walker and his pal distract the Flag-Smashers, before letting yourself fall onto the side where the grass was.

You wanted to lay there, to catch your breath and curse yourself for getting distracted. You hadn’t had a flashback like that in a while. But you didn’t let yourself. You had to make sure the guys were okay.

Standing up made you cringe; you could feel the throbbing in your shoulder from where it was no doubt dislocated and your leg was aching, the muscle probably pulled when the guy threw you.

“Doll!” You turned, seeing Bucky and Sam sprinting towards you a few yards down the road. “Hey, hey.” Bucky immediately had his hands hovering over you, scanning your body. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, shoving his hands away. “I’m fine.”

“What’s wrong with your shoulder?”

“I think I dislocated it.”

Sam frowned. “What the hell happened?”

You gave him a weird look, starting to limp across the field to where you noticed a side road earlier. “They were super soldiers, Sam. And we got our asses kicked.”

“Yeah, but you know how to fight a super soldier-”

“It’s been a while.”

“Bullshit.” Sam side stepped in front of you, making you stop. “What happened?”

“I-I just got distracted, okay?”

“Y/N. Look at me.” Bucky took your face between his palms, eyes worried. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. A tired sigh left your lips and you looked anywhere but his eyes. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just hurting. My leg, I think I pulled it or something-”

“C’mere.” Bucky turned and crouched down, making you blink.

“What?”

“You shouldn’t be walking. We don’t wanna make it worse.”

“But it’s just a strain, it won’t-”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Just get on the man’s back, Y/N.”

You bit your lip before sighing and carefully climbing on his back. He shifted you gently, making sure to hold your leg with caution, leaning his head into yours when you hooked your chin on his shoulder. “You-you don’t have to talk about what happened. Just-just know that when you do…I’ll be here, okay?”

You nodded, moving to press your nose against the column of his throat. “Okay.”

But you could never tell them. How could you? How could you tell the world’s longest POW that you were having nightmares? How could you complain to an Air Force vet who served two tours in Afghanistan and watched his best friend get blown out of the air that you were having flashbacks?

You weren’t sure if it was PTSD or anxiety or depression. Maybe all three. It didn’t matter, though, because you didn’t want to admit it. You wouldn’t admit it. No one thought the Blip messed you up that badly. No one thought Steve leaving did that much damage. And you were okay with that. You were okay with them thinking you were healing - that you were fine - because they needed to see that it could be done. That they could be fine, too. Especially the men walking, Sam teasing Bucky per usual.

It wasn’t until a horn honked that you allowed yourself to be pulled out of your thoughts. A scoff left you when you realized who it was, switching the side you were laying on so your cheek pressed up against the cool metal of his left shoulder, facing away from the jeep.

You tried ignoring the guy as he talked about working together and shit, taking a shuddering breath, making Bucky squeeze your uninjured thigh. There was no way you were working with him. You couldn’t. It’d be like betraying Steve and you didn’t need that on top of all the other things you were dealing with.

You couldn’t deny the need for a ride though. The airport was 20 miles away and you were hurting pretty bad. You suspected that was the reason the guys relented, Bucky tenderly setting you down in the jeep between him and Sam, careful of your injuries.

You stared at your lap as Walker and Sam talked shop. You understood where they were coming from, you were always able to see both sides of the coin, but it didn’t mean you were going to willingly work with him.

“I got mad respect for all of y’all, but you were kind of getting your asses kicked till we showed up.”

You scoffed at that, finally raising your eyes to meet Walker’s friend’s. “Like you were doing any better?”

Bucky reached over to grab her hand that was resting on her lap. “You know, I’ve been trying to get in contact with you.” Walker faced you, eyes raking down your form. Bucky shifted in his spot, but you ran your thumb over his knuckles before he could do or say anything stupid.

“Yeah. I know. My phone hasn’t stopped blowing up for a week. Thanks for that, by the way.”

Walker frowned. “If you just answered-”

“I don’t care who you are. I don’t care what you’ve done. I’ve been a little busy doing my job to blow smoke up your ass on national television. Sorry if my saving people’s lives has been an inconvenience for you, but some wannabe playing dress up isn’t my top priority.”

Walker’s brows furrowed and he was about to say something, when Bucky cut in, asking his friend who he was. You were already that close to jumping out of the jeep, when the guy, Hoskins, told you three that he went by ‘Battlestar’.

If the situation wasn’t so aggravating, you would’ve laughed when Bucky immediately told the driver to stop, opening the door before the car even stopped. “C’mere, doll.” He murmured, lifting you up into his arms bridal style, before walking off, tuning out Walker as he shouted after you two.

You pouted a little when you saw Sam still talking to the guy. “What’re they talking about, Buck?”

“Some nonsense about him not replacing Steve. Just trying to be the best Captain America he can.”

You laid your head against Bucky’s chest. “The best Captain America is Steve. He can never be Steve.”

“I know, doll.”

“Steve told me once that all he was trying to do was be a good man…it’ll always amaze me that he didn’t see he was the best.”

You missed the distraught look Bucky shot towards you, the look in his eyes almost heartbroken while you talked fondly about his best friend. The tortured scrunch to his features seemed to melt away at your next words, though, and he held you tighter as you curled into his hold.

“Just like it amazes me that you don’t know how important you are to me too, Buckaroo.”

[rax-writes]

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Fandom:  MCU Pairing:  Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader Warnings:  Sexual intercourse with a female-identifying person with a vagina + a bit of sugar daddy Zemo vibes at the end Notes:  Y’all... don’t judge me. I have a power kink, and Marvel did me dirty by randomly deciding that Zemo is fifthly rich royalty. And my girl @henrysmorgan​ did me even dirtier by actively encouraging my attraction to this fucker. So, blame Marvel, and blame her. // This is kind of really fucking long, and I didn’t edit it much, because I wanted to get it posted before episode 4, in case that episode flips the script. So, potentially some editing issues, and slightly rushed writing. Hopefully it’s alright, but please let me know if I screwed up anywhere. // Lots and lots of TFAWS ep. 3 spoilers

When Bucky texted you to ask that you meet him in some dusty, old, abandoned-looking car garage, you certainly didn’t know what to expect. All you knew was that an old friend needed your help, so you intended to be there.

It had been a few months since you’d last seen him, and even longer since you’d participated in any sort of mission, but you suspected that was what you were walking into. Being exposed to the Mind Stone had granted you the power of telepathy, which meant that SHIELD was quite keen on persuading you to work for them. They trained you in martial arts and hand-to-hand combat, and you went on miscellaneous missions a handful of times. They put in a lot of effort to convince you that it was your moral obligation as an “enhanced individual” to help them with these missions, but you ultimately decided that that simply wasn’t the kind of life you wanted. Instead, after the Blip, you began working a desk job for SHIELD, which is when you crossed paths with Bucky, helping him with paperwork associated with his pardon, and the two of you formed a friendship. But SHIELD kept trying to coerce you to get back into the field, constantly badgering you about it and making it clear that you weren’t wanted if all you were doing was paperwork.

The truth is, you weren’t cut out to be a superhero, and you had no desire to be. It didn’t help that your entire country had been reduced to rubble several years prior, leaving you with a bottomless pit of homelessness in your heart. So, you left SHIELD, and started a life in Berlin, where you were content to live out your days as the owner of a small bakery, residing in the small apartment above your shop.

That is, until Bucky Barnes dragged you into a particularly sticky situation, with a certain Baron Helmut Zemo.

You knew that helping Bucky and Sam would throw a colossal wrench in the life you’d created for yourself in Berlin, but after they explained the situation with the super soldiers, coupled with Bucky’s puppy dog eyes, you found yourself refraining from storming out of the building the second you saw Helmut fucking Zemo.

“We need you to keep an eye on him. You don’t have to tap into his mind 24/7, we just want a heads up if he’s going to screw us over,” Bucky explained.

"Look, we really need him. We’re obviously scraping the bottom of the barrel here, otherwise he'd still be in that cell. And neither of us want to be packing a criminal around like a rich bitch's chihuahua, so we need you here to make sure we're not gonna get bit," Sam explained.

"Fine. But you both owe me," you relented, and they both took sighs of relief. You glanced at Zemo, locking eyes with him for several tense moments. He gave you a polite smile, giving off the impression that he had nothing to hide – which he didn't, as his thoughts showed his intentions were pure at the moment. "We're good for now. He just genuinely wants the opportunity to take down these new super soldiers."

Sam and Bucky nodded, visibly releasing tension from their shoulders as they moved to head out, now reassured that Zemo was truly on their side. Meanwhile, Zemo eyed you with curiosity and awe, murmuring, "Fascinating."

The four of you walked on the landing strip toward a private jet, owned by Zemo.

"So all this time you've been rich?"

"I was a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty before your friends destroyed my country," Zemo explained, before glancing at you with a small smile. "But you knew that already."

"Wait, how did she know that?" Sam asked, then turned to you. "How did you know that?"

"I am Sokovian myself. I was certainly not royalty, but I lived there for my entire life, until it was destroyed," you explained, stopping outside the jet as Zemo greeted the elderly butler, Oeznik, in your native language. It made you smile to yourself; it had been years since you'd heard it spoken. Zemo shot you a grin when he noticed, and when you took a peek into his mind, you saw that he understood exactly how you felt.

As the butler handed Zemo a flute of champagne after you all boarded the jet, the Baron smiled politely as Oeznik stated, “Apologies if that's a little warm. The fridge is out, but I will see if there is some good food in the galley.”

Zemo glanced as you sat across from him, then in Sokovian, Zemo told Oeznik, "Another flute for the lady, please. And if the food does not pass the smell test, give it to the gentlemen."

"It's good to have you back, sir!"

As the man retreated to the cockpit, also in Sokovian, you noted, "You are a mischievous man, even more so than in your infamously criminal ways."

"You will find that there is more to me than meets the eye, angel," he responded coolly, the Sokovian language rolling off his tongue like honey. Before you could respond, admittedly enjoying speaking Sokovian, Sam grew tired of everyone speaking a language he couldn't understand.

"Why don't you tell us about where we're going?"

After a tense exchange between Bucky and Zemo, followed by a discussion about Marvin Gaye, Zemo finally got to the point: Madripoor. You exhaled slowly, resting your forehead in your palm in exasperation.

“You couldn’t have invited me on a mission to Cancun? Or Paris? Why must it be Madripoor?” you asked Bucky, who shot you a tight-lipped, pitying smile, silently apologizing for what he was dragging you into.

“What’s up with Madripoor? You guys talk about it like it’s Skull Island.”

“It’s an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s,” Bucky explained.

“And upon seeing it, you would see that times there haven’t changed one bit since then,” you added.

“It’s kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone,” Zemo said.

You frowned as you caught a glimpse of Bucky’s thoughts as he went silent. Fear. Anxiety. Disdain. Apprehension. You reached across to rest your hand on his shoulder and give it a reassuring squeeze. He shot you a small smile, then looked out the window.

Upon landing in Madripoor, one of Zemo’s contacts met you on the landing strip with a new wardrobe for you, Bucky, and Sam, and Zemo explained that each outfit was per his instruction, carefully chosen to fit the role each of you would be playing in Madripoor. One by one, you took the covered clothes hanger to the bathroom of the jet and changed. Bucky was first, stepping out in some sort of leather number, looking eerily similar to the Winter Soldier you’d seen in photos. Sam was next, donning a three-piece suit of burgundy and gold. He looked sharp, although he was immediately complaining about how ostentatious it was. And finally, you stepped into the room and closed the door behind you, unzipping the covering on the hanger and revealing your “carefully chosen” outfit.

“Ich werde dir im Schlaf die Eier abreißen, Zemo!”

Bucky choked on his water and Zemo chuckled under his breath, while Sam looked between the two in confusion.

“I don’t know what she said, but she sounded pissed,” he observed, eyeing Zemo suspiciously.

“She informed me that she intends to remove my testicles in my sleep.”

“And why is that?”

“Perhaps because he’s chosen to parade me around Madripoor like a cheap whore,” you said angrily, stepping out of the bathroom with your hands on your hips, glaring at Zemo.

“That dress is by Armani Prive, and your shoes are Louboutins – far from ‘cheap.’ And you do not look like a whore, the dress is merely more revealing than what you are used to,” Zemo argued, standing and walking over to survey your outfit. He seemed to be enjoying what he saw, judging from the way his eyes raked up and down your body, but you didn’t dare check his thoughts to confirm or deny it.

If you were honest with yourself, he was right. It was a very nice dress; plum purple, matching the color of Zemo’s turtleneck, with long, fitted sleeves, all of it made of the softest silk you had ever touched. It was fitted at the top but flowy from the hips down, with a low balconette-style neckline, showing more of your chest than you were accustomed to, although you pulled it off quite nicely. It ended just above your knees, which was fine, as you sometimes wore skirts of that length. Overall, the luxury of it and the low-cut neckline ensured that you were out of your comfort zone, but you looked stunning – and expensive, despite your spite-fueled initial claim.

“I thought the color would look nice on you, and I was right. And I knew that the flow of the fabric at the bottom would allow for this,” Zemo said, his hand gingerly trailing from your waist to your thigh, where he pulled up the hem of your dress slightly to reveal the edge of the Glock strapped into your thigh holster. He smirked as his suspicion was confirmed. He knew you’d find a way to arm yourself, regardless of what you wore.

In hindsight, the way Zemo touched your side and lifted your skirt was all far more intimate than you should have allowed, and yet… you couldn’t deny the way your breath caught in your throat when he touched you, or how his close proximity made your body temperature rise, as he gazed down at you with those intense brown eyes.

Christ, you needed to get laid. Soon. Before you further entertained the idea of jumping the bones of a highly wanted criminal.

“Touch me like that again, and I will kill you where you stand,” you informed him sternly, and Zemo immediately took a step backwards, looking apologetic. From the corner of your eye, you saw both Sam and Bucky visibly relax, tension leaving their shoulders. You had read their thoughts briefly, and they were both wondering why the hell you were so calm about getting cozy with Zemo. The absolute last thing you wanted was for them to know that you were, in fact, inexplicably drawn to being that close to the Baron.

As the four of you walked along a bridge in Madripoor, Sam was quick to resume his complaining.

“We have to do something about this. I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.”

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.”

“He even has a bad nickname,” Sam grumbled, then looked at the phone Zemo handed him. “Hell, he does look like me, though.”

“And who am I supposed to be?” you inquired, glancing down at your clothing to see if you could guess who you were meant to be portraying. An heiress or socialite, perhaps.

“My fiancée,” Zemo answered simply, the faintest smile on his lips.

You barked out a crude laugh, “Oh, I think not.”

“There is no one involved with Madripoor who looks like you. And it is rare that there are newcomers to the island, especially not in the place we’re going. Pretending you are someone random would raise concerns about the intentions of your presence; you would be perceived as a potential threat, which would jeopardize our mission. It is far easier to simply pretend we are engaged, I assure you.”

You hesitated a moment, before arguing, “No one will believe that we are engaged.”

Zemo pulled something from the inside pocket of his jacket, took your left hand, and slipped it onto your ring finger. It was a solitaire diamond ring; not large enough to be gaudy, but enough to catch anyone’s eye.

“They will if you play your part well,” he told you, then addressed the rest of your party when he added, “No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There is no margin for error.”

The four of you reached a sleek black car, and climbed in, you in the back between Sam and Bucky. The ride to Low Town was tense and silent, as each of you mentally prepared for what lay ahead. When you arrived, Zemo offered you his hand as you exited the car, and the pointed look in his eyes told you that it was time to begin playing your part. You took his hand, and as you began walking into the heart of Low Town, he laced his fingers with yours. As the crowd drew near, Zemo wrapped his arm around your shoulders, gloved fingers brushing against the exposed skin of your shoulder. After reading his mind, you realized that it was both for the sake of protecting you, and showing possessiveness to make it believable that you were his girl – and because he simply enjoyed having your body close, although you suspected that he’d rather you have not known that.

Despite the fact that you had been on a few missions for SHIELD, you were not exactly incapable of fear; you did not possess nerves of steel. All of the missions you’d been on were low-profile, and you were mostly just there for the sake of gathering information from those reluctant to share it. Sure, you’d been in danger before, you’d had to fight your way out of several sticky situations, but this… this was different. You were in the crime capital of the world, a lawless place filled to the brim with crooks, thieves, and murderers. More than likely, any given person around could slit your throat and never bat an eye or give you a second thought. Swallowing your own pride in the face of fear prompted you to return Zemo’s gesture, wrapping your arm around his waist and sticking close to him, which earned a smile from the man.

When you arrived at your destination, Zemo approached the bar and leaned against it confidently on one arm, the other still wrapped firmly around your shoulders.

“Hello, gentleman,” the bartender greeted, before his eyes fell on you. “Who’s your new lady friend, Baron?”

“My fiancée,” Zemo answered, then turned to you and ran his finger along your jawline, as you looked at him in adoration. “Isn’t she lovely?”

“Very,” the bartender acknowledged, then turned to Sam. “Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

“His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby,” Zemo responded.

The bartender made ‘Smiling Tiger’ his usual drink, which apparently consisted of… something he cut out of a snake, and dropped in a shot glass with a bit of liquor. You shared a look with Bucky before he turned away to survey the room, and when you read his thoughts, you found that you both desperately wanted to laugh out loud at Sam’s ‘short end of the stick’ situation, but didn’t want to risk everyone’s lives for the sake of a chuckle. You returned your attention to Zemo, opting to sell the whole “fiancée” thing a bit more by turning into him and tracing patterns on his chest as you gazed at him affectionately, while the bartender handed you and Zemo each a shot glass of your own – sans snake organs, thankfully. You both downed yours, while Sam understandably struggled a bit more with his, but still managed it.

A random man approached Zemo then, and as Zemo turned to face him, he protectively moved you behind him a bit.

“I got word from on high. You ain’t welcome here.”

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me…” Zemo countered, gesturing toward Bucky, who looked menacing as he pretended to be the Winter Soldier. “Or bring Selby for a chat.”

After a weary look in Bucky’s direction, the man walked away, and Zemo turned back around to face the bar, this time keeping you in between him in the bar, in case someone were to come up behind him – which they did a few moments later.

“Winter Soldier… attack,” Zemo commanded in Russian, as a different man came up and laid a hand on Zemo’s shoulder. With a pained look in his eye that quickly shifted to cold determination, Bucky grabbed the man’s hand with his vibranium arm, twisting it as he removed it from Zemo’s shoulder. Zemo took a step away from the bar to allow you room to turn and observe as Bucky beat the absolute shit out of various challengers. Zemo wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him as he noted, “Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.”

The unmistakable sound of numerous guns cocking drew your attention away from the altercation, and Zemo gently pushed you behind him as he surveyed the room to note all the weapons drawn. Sam grabbed Bucky’s bionic arm to stop him, but Zemo whispered, “Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.”

“Well done, soldier,” Zemo then said to Bucky in Russian, signaling for the ‘Winter Soldier’ to stop.

“Selby will see you now,” the bartender interjected, and Bucky released his grip on the random man’s throat.

“Thank you,” Zemo responded, walking off to find Selby, grabbing your hand to guide you, but not before you spared a sorrowful glance at Bucky as your friends followed closely behind.

As Zemo took a seat on a couch across from Selby, you sat close to him, crossing your legs gracefully as you leaned into him, your arm wrapped around his as he clasped his hands in his lap authoritatively. You watched his exchange with Selby in silence, as did Sam – and Bucky, of course, considering he was pretending to be the Winter Soldier.

“By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison,” Selby told Zemo, then smiled as she looked you up and down, before her eyes found the diamond ring. “And not engaged – to a woman far out of your league, I might add.”

“People like us always find a way, don’t we?” Zemo answered calmly, then looked over at you, staring into your eyes with warmth and adoration, and you smiled lovingly at him. “My beautiful fiancée was a guard at the prison. We fell in love over the years, and she helped me escape. Anyway, I’m sure you have already figured out what I’m here for.”

The conversation went relatively smoothly after that, until Sam’s goddamn phone rang and screwed the entire operation. In the blink of an eye, Selby was shot dead, you had shot two of the guards with the gun strapped to your thigh, and Sam and Bucky had each knocked out one, before Zemo suggested sneaking out of the bar as best you could, without any weapons. You secured your gun back in its holster, not missing the way Zemo watched as you hiked your dress up to do so, before making a break for it with the three of them.

Once you were on the streets of Madripoor, bounty hunters began to come out of the woodwork, and when they began shooting at you, Zemo abruptly grabbed your hand and ran down a nearby alleyway. As you were running, the heel of your stiletto caught on a grate, and you’d have fallen flat on your face if Zemo hadn’t caught you.

“Are you alright?” he asked hurriedly, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he supported you, before standing you back onto your feet. You nodded, and he glanced over your shoulder as he noticed a few men looking down the alley. “Forgive me.”

You were about to ask what he was talking about, but then Zemo abruptly grabbed you by the backs of your thighs and lifted you up, pinned you against the wall behind you, and kissed you.

The men at the end of the alleyway muttered something about “freaks who do it in public,” then their footsteps faded as they walked off, clearly thinking the two of you were some overly horny couple, not two of the people with an insane bounty on their heads. But you were barely paying them any attention, a bit preoccupied with the fact that Zemo was fucking kissing you, and much to your chagrin, you really fucking liked it.

Once there were no more voices and no more footsteps, Zemo broke the kiss and sat you down. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, before you heard more gunshots, and you broke into a run in the direction Bucky and Sam had gone, desperate to find your friends, and no time to process what the hell just happened.

As soon as you caught up with them, the two bounty hunters nearby were shot dead, and the four of you turned to see Sharon Carter emerging from the shadows.

An hour later, you found yourself in her swanky home in High Town, in a change of clothes, since the brick wall Zemo had held you up against ripped the back of your silk dress. You lied to Sam and Bucky, saying that it happened because you fell while running in your heels, and thankfully, they believed you. Sharon commanded the four of you to lay low and enjoy the party, which Sam and Bucky left her living room to go do, entrusting you with ‘Zemo watch.’

It seemed as though he was merely nursing his brandy in lieu of abandoning it for the party prior to finishing it off, but his eyes were on you most of the time. You didn't necessarily believe he could be plotting to overpower you and run off, but there is always that possibility, so you delved into his mind to check.

Expecting to find thoughts of strategy about how to defeat the super soldiers or travel plans, or even plots to escape you, Bucky, and Sam, you were astounded to find nothing but thoughts of you.

The way it felt to kiss you in that alleyway, and how he had monetarily debated just staying there, having his way with you against the brick wall before Sam and Bucky could locate you. The dress from the bar, and how it rested on your thighs, revealing just enough to have his mouth watering without being revealing to the point of immodesty. The way your necklace currently rested against your bare collarbone, and how desperately he craved to litter the area with love bites. The delicate skin of your throat, thinking of how it would look with his hand wrapped around it, just enough to cut off a bit of air but not enough harm you. How alluring your voice is, and how much he'd like to know what it would sound like to hear you scream his name. The softness and warmness of your skin when he had his arm around you in the bar, and when he held your hand as you fled the scene, and he wondered how soft and warm you were elsewhere.

"Your thoughts are filthy."

He bristled immediately, sitting straighter in his seat and eyes going slightly wide, either forgetting you can read minds or not realizing you'd be doing it right then. It only took a moment for him to regain his composure, before he took one long, last drink of his brandy and set the glass on the table in front of him. He turned his whole body to the side to face you, as you sat on the opposite end of the couch, wearing a small, somewhat mischievous smile.

"I suppose there is no sense in denying it, is there?"

"What game are you playing, Zemo?" you snapped. He was rattling you. As much as you hated to admit it, he was. For the entirety of the time you'd been around him, this wanted criminal had been flustering you, and goddammit it, you wanted to know if it was accidental, or for nefarious purposes. He could be using it as a tactic to throw you off your game, so that he could get away when it was just the two of you – like right now.

"There is no game, Liebling," he stated softly and sincerely, sensing your discomfort. Slowly, he scooted closer to you on the couch, so that the arm he had laid across the back of it was now behind you, as he stared intently into your eyes. "Merely the natural response of a man who has been widowed and then locked in a prison cell, and therefore has not known the touch of a woman in many years, sitting next to a woman of absolute ethereal beauty."

You said nothing, merely stared at him, sizing him up to see if he was toying with you or telling the truth. Zemo sensed your lack of belief in his words.

"If you doubt my true intentions, you are welcome to delve as deep into my mind as you'd like to find the truth."

In all honesty, you'd have done that already if you weren't trying to avoid being even more flustered by his thoughts about you – but you couldn't tell him that. So, you did as he bade you, and searched his mind to find any shred of malevolence towards you, but you came out empty-handed. Zemo genuinely just wanted you, craved you, like a starved man sitting in front of an endless buffet. He watched you carefully as you came to this conclusion, and although you said nothing further, he knew that you had found what you needed to know.

"Just say the word, and I will never approach the topic again, as well as attempt to quiet my thoughts about you. But if there is any part of you... deep inside you," Zemo paused, eyes grazing you up and down purposefully, before continuing, "that has any interest in being with me... I will do anything to bring that to fruition."

The ball was in your court now. You could tell him to get bent and never speak to you like this again… or you could get your rocks off, and maybe even get something more in return.

"Such as?"

"Name it, Schätzchen. Anything you want. A car, a mansion, jewels – say it and it's yours, if you will be mine," Zemo proposed earnestly, licking his lips quickly as he looked at you, visibly thrilled that he was getting somewhere with you.

You weren't the type to accept gifts from men you barely know, but… this was Zemo. A man who had done a great many terrible things, which soothed your guilty conscience. So, you said the first thing that came to mind.

"A car," you blurted out, then explained, "Mine broke down a week ago, and it's beyond repair, so… a car."

"Tell me the make and model of your preference and I'll have it delivered to your home within a week's time," Zemo said calmly, then brushed a lock of hair away from your face, before allowing his fingers to trail delicately along your cheek and jawline. "Is that all, Kätzchen?"

"No. One more thing," you replied, then looked at him sternly. "You must agree to never speak of this to Bucky or Sam."

"You have my word," he assured you, smiling in amusement.

"Then I'm yours."

Zemo's smile faded slowly, and he merely stared at you for a split second, before cupping your face in his hands and pulled you into a searing kiss, full of ferocity and sheer desperation. It shouldn't have been this easy, to kiss a man who's done such terrible things – yet here you were, melting into his embrace, allowing him to pull you into his lap and straddle him, your hands resting on his shoulders and gripping the black fabric of his turtleneck. His hands laid flat against your back as he kissed you in this new position, slowly gliding down, down your sides and to your hips. He kissed you in a way that was feverish and fast and hungry, as his fingers dug into your skin, holding you firmly against him as if he were fearful that this was all a dream and you'd disappear at any moment. Upon taking a peek into his mind, you realized that was actually exactly what he was thinking. Additionally, he mentally spoke to you directly, somehow knowing you were reading his thoughts at that moment.

"Tell me if I do anything that you do not like, and know that you have absolute freedom to end this at any given moment."

You pulled away slightly to nod in confirmation that you received his message, before resuming the kiss. Mind hazy and instincts taking over, you found yourself tugging his bottom lip between your teeth, earning a low groan from Zemo. One of his hands darted upwards to grab a fistful of your hair, right against your scalp at the base of your neck, and he pulled on it harshly, causing you to let out a wonton moan. He then laid that hand flat against the back of your neck, holding your lips firmly against his as he kissed you with even more fervor, and the other vacated its position on your hip to slide slowly up your torso, until he began palming your beast through your shirt. You moaned softly against his lips, but not as loudly as a moment ago.

Zemo wanted more, needed more; he longed to hear you loud and desperate. So he delved that hand at your neck back into your hair, gripping it tightly once more, and used it to pull your head backwards a bit, so that he could have better access to your neck. The action itself, and the tightness of his grip, earned an embarrassingly loud moan to escape your lips, and you felt him smile against your skin. He moved his hand to the middle of your back, supporting you as you leaned back a bit to grant him better access. As he littered your neck and décolletage with kisses, you felt him pull the neckline of your blouse down a little, then felt the sharp pain of a bite on your chest, above your breast. When you looked at him with narrowed eyes, he wore a cocky little grin.

"You should not be surprised, Liebling. I know you saw that I've been wanting to do that all day when you read my mind," he noted. "Wear a high neckline tomorrow, it will be fine."

Before you could respond, Zemo pulled you flush against his chest with that hand behind your back, and into another heated kiss. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and without thinking, you ground your hips down on the bulge resting against your core beneath your skirt. He groaned, both hands flying to your hips to push them down again, guiding them as you repeated the action. It only took a minute or two of this before Zemo had enough, abruptly grabbing you by the throat and throwing you down onto the couch beside him. He then loomed over you, one hand propping himself up and the other applying slight pressure to your throat, gazing at you with admiration in those searing eyes, pupils blown wide from lust. You looked right back at him, pupils undoubtedly dilated as well, eyes half-lidded, panting a little, and hair a bit of a mess.

"You are an absolute vision," Zemo praised softly, to which you smiled, then he released his grip on your neck to lean down and kiss you again. That only lasted a moment, before he broke the kiss to pull your blouse up and over your head, tossing it carelessly to the side. Your bra joined it shortly after, then he moved to your skirt, fussing with the zipper for a moment, but it seemed to be caught on something, as it wouldn't budge. Before you could interject and state that you'd get the zipper yourself, Zemo ripped the seam apart with his hands, before tearing the article from your body and tossing it like he had with the blouse. A gasp escaped you, but you had no time to think much about his actions, before he was pulling off your panties and bra as well, dropping them somewhere beside the couch.

He was then looming over you again, kissing you breathless as he rested on one elbow while the other hand toyed with your nipple, his knee coming up to rest between your legs as he laid between your body and the back of the couch. You tangled your fingers in Zemo's hair, moaning against his lips as you sought friction against his leg. He smiled softly against your lips, before your hands wandered, finding the hem of his shirt and tugging it off of him. You had just managed to get his belt off before his hand left your breast, trailing downwards across your torso as he moved his knee further away from you, before delving between your hips and expertly locating your clit.

No longer capable of focusing on ridding Zemo of his clothes, your hands gripped his shoulders, and he hissed deliciously as your nails dug into his skin when he began rubbing small, methodical circles on your clit. Small moans fell from your lips as he watched the way your mouth hung open slightly, face relaxed and eyes closed as you enjoyed his work. But again, he wanted more, needed more. Still observing you, he delved his middle and ring fingers into your core, causing you to let out a loud gasp that faded into a long, low moan. Zemo smiled to himself. That was the reaction he was dying for.

He kissed you senseless, drinking in your moans and gasps of pleasure like wine, his free hand cradling the back of your head as your arms wrapped around his neck. It didn't take Zemo long to find that sweet spot, deep inside you – as he'd subtly alluded to earlier – that longed for his attention the most.

You couldn't help but moan loudly and cry out, "Fuck! Baron!" Zemo growled low in your ear, clearly a fan of your usage of his title as he picked up the pace, fucking you with his fingers with expert precision and speed, sending you hurtling over the edge with a string of curses in both Sokovian and English. By the time he removed his fingers from you and stood, you were seeing stars, breathing heavily as you laid flat against the couch. When your dazed gaze found him, he was naked from the waist down, and was just finishing rolling a condom over his length. You had no idea where he got it from, but you were way beyond giving a shit at this point. Zemo then rejoined you on the couch, roughly spreading your legs apart as he kneeled between them, looking at you with a primal, deep hunger in his eyes.

"You are certain that you want this?"

"Yes, please – fuck," you cut yourself off as he began rubbing your clit again.

"Yes please, what?" His voice was low, teasing, as he continued his work below. "I want to hear you say it again, Kätzchen."

"Yes, please, Baron."

"Good girl."

Zemo took your leg and rested your calf on his shoulder, before easing himself into you, agonizingly slow. You watched through half-lidded eyes as his brows furrowed together, his jaw went slack, and his eyes squeezed shut as he bottomed out. He was silent, but you very much preferred it when he was a bit vocal. So, you flexed your muscles down there, and he groaned, letting his forehead fall against your shoulder.

"Do not do that if you want this to last long," Zemo suggested through clenched teeth. You smiled to yourself, then said the magic word that you knew would get him going.

"Yes, Baron."

He growled again, right in your ear, then sat more upright to begin a harsh, quick pace of thrusting. His hips collided with your body each time, causing a delicious sort of pain, and he leaned down to lock you in a messy, deep kiss.

A few minutes later, Zemo moved your other calf to his shoulder as well, and the new position enabled him to get delectably deep inside you. You raked your nails down his chest, watching as a shudder ran down his spine, all the while releasing small, breathless moans and whimpers. When he opened his eyes again to gaze down at you, he licked his lips before delving both hands under your head and into your hair, and forcefully gripped two fitfuls of it at the base of your skull. The moan that tore its way from your throat was animalistic, as your nails dug into his forearms as you desperately gripped them from their positions on either side of your head. Just then, he hit a spot deep inside of you, and that familiar, tight coil in your lower belly began to form.

"Fuck! Right there, Baron, please, right there!"

"As you wish, Schätzchen."

Zemo began to thrust even faster, careful to maintain the same angle as he released his grip on your hair and leaned up a bit, so that he could resume rubbing your clit. Moans began to fall from your lips practically endlessly, and somehow, you still needed more. More, more, more. You took his free hand and laid it on your neck, and he instinctively wrapped his fingers around your throat, careful to apply pressure on the sides but not the front, as to avoid harming you. When he opened his eyes once again and looked down at you, he couldn't stop the moan that escaped him.

"You will be the death of me, mein Engel," Zemo whispered, seemingly more to himself. All you could do was moan in response.

"Baron, I'm going to – fuck – I'm —"

"Yes, come for me, Kätzchen. I want to feel you."

That was all the encouragement it took. Well, that plus how perfectly he was rubbing your bundle of nerves, and how his pace nor angle had faltered once since you had requested exactly that. You came undone again, legs shaking as your nails clawed at his shoulder blades, earning a series of groans from him. As you came down from your high, Zemo's hips began to falter, enthralled by the waterfall you had become, soaking the base of his cock as your walls squeezed around him. His hand at your wet heat abruptly moved to grip your hip, at the same moment his hand around your throat clutched at your hair again, and he met his end with a loud, gruff moan as he spoke a mantra of nonsensical praises and your name.

Zemo rested on his arms on either side of your head, and he let your legs fall to the sides of him, breathing hard against your neck as he occasionally peppered kisses there. He remained inside you for a few moments, savoring the feeling, before you chose to have a bit of extra fun by flexing your lower muscles and squeezing yourself around him again. With a sharp intake of breath, he pulled out of you, shooting you a glare.

In Sokovian, he murmured, "You are a naughty little thing."

"You adore it."

"That I do," Zemo conceded, then stood and walked off to the restroom. You heard the tap run, and a few moments later, he returned with a glass of water for you, sitting beside your feet on the couch and resting his heels on the coffee table. He was exceptionally handsome like this; still catching his breath, sweat glistening on his forehead and chest, a content look upon his face. You spent a minute or two admiring him, before he looked over to you, and a smile blossomed on his lips.

"I cannot thank you enough for that. I must admit, I spent countless nights alone in my cell, dreaming about getting to touch a woman like that again. Especially considering the fall of our country, I never could have imagined I would be lucky enough to lay with a stunning, intelligent Sokovian woman."

"In the spirit of confessions, it's been a while for me, too. My last boyfriend was about two years ago. And I'm not the one-night-stand type. So, do with that what you will," you stated, earning a small chuckle from Zemo. You sat up so that you were sitting beside him, instead of laying down, as you continued. "I fantasized about it a lot myself, but I never even dared to think my next time would be as good as this was."

Zemo smiled, a mix of pride and joy, then his smile softened as he leaned toward you, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. "This doesn't have to be our last time, you know. I would be honored to have you as often as you'd allow me to. And I assure you, I would make it worth your while. I will give you whichever vehicles your heart desires, more jewelry than you know what to do with, take you to the most beautiful places in the world, dine at only the finest restaurants – and above all, treat you like my queen. Take care of me, and I will take care of you, Liebling."

You allowed your curiosity to get the better of you, as usual when you feared that someone was lying to you. You searched his mind for any fraction of false pretenses, but there were none. The man simply found you intoxicating, and would do whatever it takes to keep drinking you in.

The arrangement wouldn't exactly be an easy one, nor would it be all that wise – nor morally correct, in all honesty. But he was undeniably sexy, and the danger and reprehensibility of it all made it that much more alluring. And besides all that – the way his power and wealth turned you on, how good he was capable of making you feel – most Sokovians were dead, and you missed home. Getting to speak your native tongue with him, chat about your country – it made you feel at home with him.

But you wouldn't give Zemo the satisfaction of agreeing to him that quickly.

“We'll see.”

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Part Two