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Savior | Daryl Dixion x fem reader
plot: Daryl saved you, and you want to kiss your savoir
warning: slight mentions of almost taken advantage of, violence
word count: 1518
a/n: I just had to write this idea!
taglist: @rosecentury
Back when the world had just ended, and things were still unknown, you were wounded around Atlanta's wooded, less populated areas. You had run from your car that got overrun, remembering the screams of your parents and the harsh pain in your ankle after you fell from the car watching them. You still struggled on your ankle; hisses escaped your lips as you walked. You had not stopped long through the days to heal or to rest, not knowing where the next undead would come for your flesh. Your jeans were worn and dirty, your red shirt now had holes, and you desperately wanted a bath.
The day Daryl came to your rescue was the first day you had fallen asleep next to a tree with the fire embers still cooling in the morning rays. You heard the crunch and woke with a startle; there were three men watching you, all eyeing your body like a prise.
"Well, lookie here, boys, some fresh meat for us," one of them said, toying with his belt to hide the painfully evident erection there. All three of them had one. You didn't know what to do, had nowhere to go, and knew you wouldn't make it far with your ankle.
"Please don't," you said, your voice coming out louder than you intended, maybe preying someone would hear you.
"Aw, look at her. She's begging. I want her first," the second man said, and the others shook their heads.
"no way she's mine," The third said, pushing his friend back before strutting twords you.
"No, No!" you said, shouting; maybe even the undead would save you. "Please!" he came to you, and you struggled to push him off. The others were smiling, ribbing their pants, and wanting their turn.
"Hurry up, man", the first man said. Wanting the man who was trying to get your belt off to rush. That was when an arrow went through the man's skull, making his body thud against the forest floor, and then the second man went down with a knife in the head. The man on top of you looked back and gave you just enough room for you to knee his body off you. The man looked angry as you went back further, your pants even more ruined from the mud. Thankfully, your belt was still on, and your pants only ripped slightly from his strength. The man went down soon after, and two men peered around the trees twords you.
"Hey there, girlie?" one of them asked, the same face the men had before they died. The shorter one pushed him back, walking over to you, bending down by the man, and pushing him away so you couldn't see his dead eyes.
"We ain't goin' to hurt ya," he said, his voice soothing you from wanting to leave. "We got ya know."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," the taller one said.
"He ain't going to hurt you either. hands off, Merle," the man sad
"I got it", Merle said, getting the hint that I wasn't to be touched by him at all.
"I'm Daryl, that ma brother Merle. He won't get his hands on ya," Daryl said to you, holding out a hand; this seemed to be the first act of kindness this man had shown anyone in a while, and his face read it all too well.
"You don't save many people, do you?" you asked him. He shook his head, lagging slightly.
"Nah, normally we don't run into people. ya needed help, coulden't leave" Daryl told you, gripping your hand in his as he lifted you up. "You aint got no weapons on you?"
You told him, "No… I didn't prepare for the world to end." He nodded his head. Merle looked around, noticing a few of the undead heading your way.
"We gotta move."
That started your journey with the brothers for a few months. It was just you two. They trained you on how to hunt and how to fight, and most importantly, how to piss Merle off, so he left you alone. Daryl also made sure your ankle was looked after, and in no time, it was better. Merlemeantt, no harm to you; he was just desperate for action you never wanted to give him. Daryl became your savior and bodyguard, making sure Merle understood that would NEVER happen.
The three of you traveled until you met others who welcomed you into their small, little mountain-top community. It was you, the brothers, some sisters, and a man named Dale for a bit. Soon, the group grew and grew, but you only hung with Daryl and cursed off Merle.
However, the time with him on the mountain made you aware of your attraction twords Daryl, the want you craved when you were near him. You were late in your 20's20s, having experienced college before traveling home to your parents just before the world ended. In those times before Daryl, you felt like you were younger, but now you feel your age, you feel strong. For the time being, you felt strong until your group had to pack up and leave because of a walker outbreak.
Months later, you were entering the farm, your hands wrapped around Daryl as he rode into the grounds. You were mesmerized by how quiet and large it was here. While the others were setting up, you glanced over at Daryl, who was setting his tent up a bit away from them but not so far that he was secluded.
"You got a tent?" Carol asked. You looked back at the woman. You didn't know what you were going to do. For the past months, you had slept by Daryl and Merle, but now, you were not sure what you would do.
"She with me," Daryl said, coming over to you. You looked beside you at the man who had apparently finished setting up and had walked over. "That good?"
"Of course," you told him, smiling; he nodded and walked over to Rick and the others.
"You both need to talk about your feelings for one another," Carol told you. "I can see it clear as day."
"Carol!" you said to the woman who had become a mother of sorts to you over the months. “I…cant”
"I think you can. I think you should," she told you, patting your back and going over to the others, leaving you thinking about how exactly you could even begin to explain to Daryl how Head becomes the soul man you wanted to be with for the rest of this apocalyptic world.
It took you weeks and weeks to gain the courage, and only after he got shot did you tell him. He was lying in that recovery bed, not able to move a lot. You came in and sat beside him.
"Whatcha doing in 'ere," He asked you as you sat down in the chair by his bed.
"I…needed to tell you something…" You said to him, referring to the breakfast you had only a few hours earlier, which was being eaten away by the nerves.
"What? Ya hurt?" he asked, concern spreading fast across his face.
"No, no," you told him, "I…god, I don't think I can tell you."
"Tell me what?" he asked, his southern accent so strong inside that room that it made your head spin.
"How you've been making me feel," you started, "I just didn't. I don't want to lose you, and after you got shot, I figured I might as well tell you before you died, and I never did."
"What are ya going on about?"
"I love you, Daryl. I've loved you since you saved me, and God, I love you even more since you've shown me how to be strong in this world", you rambled to the man in the bed beside you. Your hands were in your lap, and your eyes were glued to them.
"Y/N," Daryl said in a soft tone you had never heard from him.
"I know I should have told you you were the man who saved me, and you probably think I'm some kid to you", you said. Worry eating at you again.
"I don't think you're some kid." he told you, "I think you're a lot more than that."
"You do? You asked, eyebrows scrunched together.
"That first night you spent with us, I didn't sleep cause I couldn't keep my eyes off ya," he told you, "I thought you were…blessed by a god or somethin'" he told you, holding your stare; there were tears in your eyes now
"I don't think I ever heard you talk like that," you said, smiling through the slight tears brimming your eyes.
"Ya won't again," he told you, pulling you down to him and kissing your lips so deeply. The door behind you opened, and then the person proceeded to fall into the door.
"Finally," Carol screeched. Smiles stretched over her face, as well as Ricks', who came to check on Daryl. Finally, you got to kiss your savor after all these months.
#daryl dixon x reader#daryl fanfiction#daryl dixion#daryl dixion imagine#the walking dead imagine#fanfic#daryl dixon#daryl x reader
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Bruises | JJ x fem reader
plot: jj and the hot tub scene, exept you were there for him
warning: mentions of violence, bruises, fluff
a/n: i had an idea pop into my head today so here it is!
taglist: @rosecentury
When JJ set up the hot tub at John B’s and we all showed back up, you knew something was wrong. You had been with JJ for a while now and you knew the signs of when he had a beating from his father. He turned to trunking and bad decisions when it happened. He never cheated on you, that was never a bad decision he made but he made other bad ones instead.
He was drunk with the hot tub on like there was a party happening. Kei and Pope were upset at him for buying this instead of anything else to help them out. Once he stood, showing the bruises on his ribs, the giant red and purple markings, everyone stopped yelling.
“JJ” you said, walking closer. He was freaking out.
“I got this for my family” he said, throwing his hands and his drink around. The others didn't know what to do. Kie was worried, scared shitless by the bruises. You closed the gap between you and the hot tub, stepping into it with your skirt and clothes still on.
“What are you..” JJ said, moving back, not fast enough before you pulled him in, soaking your clothes in the stream jets. He broke at the contact with you, tears started falling.
“It's okay baby” you told him, holding him close. You could hear Kei and Pope walking away to give us privacy. “Its okay”
“He…” JJ started. “Y/N I dont know what to do”
“Well figure it out together” you told him, pulling away and holding his face in your hands. “All of this”
“Okay…Okay” JJ said, becoming more and more relaxed in your hold. You were soaking wet and JJ’s body was glued to you. You would stand here for however long he needed you to be.
The next few days JJ never talked about what happened, never mentioned it around the others. Kiara was worried for him.
“I'm just worried,” She told you.
“I wish I could say something that would help that Kie, but he hasn't said much” you told her. She nodded her head, and hugged you goodbye before her and Pope left. John B was out by the doc with Sarah. JJ was on the couch.
“J?” You asked, he lifted his head up to look at you. “I just want to make sure your okay”
“Of course I am,” hensaid standing, “Why would you think I wouldn't be?”
“Because of that night? J you worried the shit out of me”
“Oh…right” he said, lost. You rushed towards him, holding his hands in yours. His eyes trailed your hands. He always loved physical touch but when he gets like this, it was hard for him to know what he wanted.
“All i want to know is that those bruises are healed” you said, “I won't ask what happened, just tell me your body isn't still…” He pulled his hands from your grip. JJ lifted his shirt to show you the now faded and hardly there bruises. You smiled as you traced them.
“Good” You said, “Next time this happens…I want you to come to me immediately okay?” JJ looked at you, worry flashed over his eyes. “I wont judge, I just want to be there for you”
“Okay Y/N. I promise” JJ said, holding you close, “I'll come to you more”
“Thank you,” you told him.
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i also am working on other stories and will post more soon!! been a bit busy and caught up with things!
#my hero academia#my hero acedamia#my hero acadamy#my hero academy fanfiction#mha#mha fanart#mha x reader
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"I know" | Daryl Dixon x Fem reader
word count: 739
a/n: A short little Daryl story! I know you all love my Daryl fics, and I can see how much support they are getting, so I would love to write your ideas if you have any!!
“I want to go with you” you told him, the gravel crunched underneath your feet as you toyed with the ground. He looked up at you from where he was fixing his bike.
“Nah” he said, tuning back to the parts he was trying to fix.
“Daryl”you said,
“No. ait putting ya in danger” he said standing up now and staring at you.
“D…” you tried.
“Y/N, I'm not arguing with you on this,” Daryl said sternly. You looked at him, not breaking eye contact before you turned back towards the prison. “Y/N,” he called after you. You ignored him.
The rest of the day, you didn’t speak or look his way, keeping to Carol's side. You loved the man, and he still treated you like a child. You were not some young girl anymore; you were twenty now, older, and you knew what you wanted. You also knew you could take care of yourself, especially when running. That next day, Daryl was the one to ignore you, mainly because Carol fussed at him for shutting you down and for being an idiot.
“You can’t be that stupid, Daryl,” she told him as they sat outside smoking cigarettes. Daryl shook his head, his elbows on his knees as he bent over.
“I want to protect her,” he told Carol, “but she’s a kid, and she’s…hardheaded.”
“Like someone else I know,” Carol said, Daryl shook his head. “you should just tell her why you shut her out”
“I will”
“You don’t tell her tomorrow, I'm not giving you dinner,” she said, putting out her cig and walking back inside before Daryl could protest.
Daryl did everything but tell you the reasons behind his actions. That day, you stomped around the prison, finding task after task to fill your mind and time. You wanted to talk to him, but the look on his face when he looked at you scared you.
The more you worked, the more Daryl wanted to pull you away to talk. It was almost sunset when Daryl finally stormed over to you outside. You were holding gear to repair the fence after one of the kids got scratched on it when he had come over to you. He snatched the wire cutters and pliers from your hands and threw them on the ground. You were in shock, standing there with a gaping mouth and open hands. Next, he undid your belt in such a swift motion you felt you were going to lose your mind. The gear belt fell to the ground when he finally clutched those open hands and dragged you far into the field.
“what the fuck?” you asked when he let go. He walked forward keeping his back to you. “Daryl what the absolute fuck?”
“i don’t want ya getting hurt” he said,
“what? Is this about the other day”
“yea” he said, finally turning towards you. “I don't want ya on supply runs”
“I'm not some kid anymore Daryl, I can make my own decisions. I can…I can decide for myself,” you yelled back at him. You were angry, and rightfully so, he wasn't just telling you to stop working but to stop seeking to go on supply runs.
“I know,” he said, stepping forward. “I know, i just ain't used to…”
“Used to what?” you asked, wanting to know how his mind was working.
“You're being so forward with me,” he said. “I ain’t used to it and it drives me crazy”
“I'm sorry…I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable “ you said thinking the man wanted you to stop trying to be with him or get him to realize that the mechanic biker drove your feelings crazy.
“Nah. It makes me want to do things to you, even though I know I can’t,” he said. You froze. He wanted things with you? He tried to do things to you? Your heartbeat was going wild.
“What can’t you do?” you asked. Heat was laced in your voice, and he knew it. He could tell you wanted him to do things to you.
“Everything, " he told you. You closed the space between you, pulling Daryl's lips down towards you. He melted into the kiss, forgetting about the world beyond.
“You can do everything with me,” you said once you broke apart, “you just haven’t let yourself believe that”
“I know,” he said again before kissing your lips and tasting you again.
#daryl dixon#fanfic#the walking dead imagine#daryl dixion imagine#daryl dixon x reader#daryl fanfiction#daryl dixion#twd daryl#twd daryl dixon#daryl x reader#daryl twd#the walking dead daryl
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The Book | Bucky x Fem reader
plot: a short little story about Bucky and you
Word count: 301
a/n: hope you enjoy
He looked inside the book he had been writing in for months. Your name was scattered over countless pages. He didn’t know how you were still alive, but there you were with the same smile you had back in 1942 when Bucky told you he loved you.
You looked the same, the same as when you took the serum after Steve, the same as when they put you under because the government didn’t know what to do with you, and the same as when Bucky had found you again. He didn’t know how he brought you back from that cold plunge you took but here you were cooking dinner while Bucky napped after helping Sam. There you were in that lovely green dress he had bought for you. You smiled over at him, noticing the little book in his hands.
“Still reading it over?” you asked him from the kitchen.
“Always”
“Well, dinner ready if you want to finish up,” you told him. You never asked him about what was written on those pages. Never asking what he had written about when you were not there with him. Steve was the only one who knew what it said; Sam figured it out a few months after Bucky told Sam about you. While you stood there wondering how much pain the man you loved had been in all those years. You helped during that battle against Thanos, having not been snapped and knowing the feeling of loss for 5 years, but now it felt like only a blip of time compared to the life you would have with him.
“I'm coming, don’t worry,” Bucky said as he lifted himself off the couch to come to eat dinner with you. Line every night, the two of you had been brought back together.
#bucky barns imagine#bucky barns fanfiction#bucky x reader#james bucky barnes#bucky barnes#bucky x you#bucky barns x y/n#bucky barns x reader
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Hi there! I’m an angst addict so I was thinking like a story about the sorcerer ball that Geralt and Yennefer attend in season 3 but with the Reader who is like dating Geralt has to stay behind with Jaskier and Ciri has some jealousy because of Geralt and Yen’s history and starts thinking that our white wolf would prefer her instead….if that makes sense 😭
Preference? | Geralt x Fem Reader
word count: 909
a/n: omg yesss!! i had fun writing this so enjoyyyyy!!
The ball was that evening, and after the long boat ride and fight you, Geralt, and Ciri had to go through, you were looking forward to it. What you didn't expect was Geralt sidelining you with Jaskir and Ciri. You stood there dumbfounded and Yennifer and Geralt explained that it would make more sense to have more people watch Ciri. You watched him leave that night in an elegant outfit and a single kiss before he went towards the castle.
“He loves you, you know that right Y/N” Jaskir said to you.
“How Jask. Look at Yennefer. I'll never look like her, and I'll never be as powerful…” you told him. You and Jaskir were best friends before Geralt even entered the picture. He glanced over at you, seeing you go through heartbreak after heartbreak. This time, both of you wanted this to be the last. He hugged you as Geralt disappeared beyond sight.
Ciri, however, didn't notice anything. Absorbed in her own little world for a bit, or at least for most of the night, she didn't let on that she had been listening to you. She saw the way Yennifer was eying Geralt. It wasn't until a few card games that she talked about it.
“I prefer you over Yennefer.” She told you. Jaskir looked at you, seeing the smile and shock on your face. “I don't like that he didn't ask you to go.”
“I…I don't either, Ciri” you told the young girl.
“He loves you. I think he's just being stupid,” Ciri told you, comforting you. The young girl had taken a strong liking to you in the years you had been with and known her. She thought of you like a mother, a guardian, someone she knew would lay down her life to protect her. You managed to find her before Geralt and keep her safe while helping her find your lover and her guardian. Once you did, it felt like a family reunion. You remember meeting Yen with them and discovering her betrayal. Seeing her now and knowing she was trying to be genuine, you had no reason to worry, yet you did. The rest of the night was a mix of worry and jealousy.
You worried he would realize how much better the woman before him that night was than you. How powerful she was and how it barely compared to you. How could she teach Ciri far better than you could about magic, even though Ciri had mastered most, if not all, of what you had taught her so far. You just wanted Geralt to love you for you, and you felt as thought you might always be compared to her.
When morning came, and Geralt walked through the door with Yennifer, you noticed he wore a different outfit. You glanced at Yennifer, who was doing her best not to look over at you. Her face was flush, and her eyes were cast down away from you. Your worries were confirmed.
“I knew it,” you said. Geralt's eyes flashed with worry, worry that you had figured it out. You stormed out the back door, and Geralt followed after.
“Y/N! Y/N/N!” he yelled. Your flowy flower dress flowed in the wind as you continued storming off towards the woods, wishing to be with the trees. Soon after, you fell to the ground in the middle of a clearing, hearing and feeling the forest energy.
“Are you alright?” Geralt asked, kneeling next to you.
“You slept with Yennifer didn't you?” you asked, tears in your eyes. “You know I'm nothing compared to her. How could I ever expect to be better than her? You'll always want her…”
“Y/N that's not true” Geralt said, his husky voice causing you to shiver away.
“Yes it is” you said, power serging from you, rumbling the woods. “I am nothing compared to Geralt, I have less power, less beauty...”
“Y/N! I told her I wanted to marry you "Geralt said, holding your face in his hands.
“What?” you said. Suddenly everything in you went quiet, including the world around you.
“I told her I wanted to spend my life with you from now on. That she meant nothing to me anymore.” Geralt's words cut through you. Yennifer's downward look wasn't because she was sorry she slept with him, but because she was sorry she tried to and got rejected. You realize that Geralt's clothes were probably because he was tired from the long night of fighting that Yen lent him clothes, not because he wanted to stay.
“You want to marry me?” you asked him, tears in your eyes
“Yes,” he said firmly.
“I'm sorry…I was…” you stumbled over words.
“It's okay. Darling i understand” He said kissing your tears away, “I understand why you got there. Why you think I loved her? I don't”
“I know that now” you said slightly laughing, “I love you”
“I know, darling,” he said. He helped you stand and walk back towards that little cottage with your family inside. Yennifer came over and apologized profusely. She wanted nothing more than to be friends and to set up the wedding. She was happy he found someone like you and that she wouldn't ever get in the way. You were happy your worries were not true and that Geralt was the man for you forever.
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Sunshine Optimist | Daryl Dixion x fem reader
plot: you were sunshine and he was scared of getting burned.
word count: 1305
a/n: heyyyy here is another daryl story hope you enjoy!
Daryl was always jealous of your optimism, the way you constantly thought things would get better or that the world wasn't as screwed up as it seemed.
Every time the group had a bump in the road, you were there, telling everyone that things would turn around; most of the time, you were right, and when you were wrong, Daryl was the only one to remind you of it. You liked him and never let his words hurt you too much, not when you knew he was just hurting. Daryl didn't let many people in, including you, but when he did, you knew it was because of your optimism that he did.
You were like sunshine in his eyes, and he was afraid of getting burned.
You thought he was like the night sky, dark, but with a few shining stars, the dark wasn't that intimidating.
The prison was the first shining star in Daryl's world. He hated that he believed your optimism then and loved that you were right. He grumbled about it to Carol so often that the woman would just laugh and shoo him away to go figure out his feelings. Daryl knew he liked you, you made his world light up, and he also knew he could never tell you. He did the only thing he knew how to do when he had feelings: push them and you away so he wouldn't have to worry about it.
That only made things worse for him.
You knew he pushed you away, you could feel it and see that whatever he was feeling scared the shit out of him. Rick even tried to comfort you about it.
“He's scared,” Rick said as he walked up beside you. You were standing on the gravel road watching him ride off on his motorcycle after another failed conversation with the man. Rick put a hand on your shoulder. “He's…not good with his feelings”
“I know. Just wish he would talk to me.” You told the older man. “I like him but sometimes it hurts too.”
“Sometimes love hurts”
“That's not helping this situation Rick” you told him sarcastically.
“I know. I'm sorry. Daryl…he's like a deer, startle him and he’ll run”
“That's probably the best way to describe him,” you said laughing. Rick smiled, patted your soldier, and walked back to helping the others with walker controle.
Daryl kept burying his feelings for you, deep, deep down. He felt his skin burn when he was near you, so he never put himself in that situation. That never worked because you would seek him out more than he wanted you to. It took 6 months of being in the Prison before something happened that forced him to feel what he was trying not to.
You joined Daryl, Michonne, and a few of the new people at the Prison on the run. You rode with Michonne in the pickup truck while the others tagged behind. Daryl rode beside the truck, failing at not watching you in the passenger seat. You knew he was watching, knew you wanted to be on that motorcycle with him, but knew you needed to let him come to you.
Once you arrived at the store a few miles from the prison and looked to have not been raided, you all made your way inside. The building was dark and muggy, and it sounded like a few employees didn't make it. You took care of the ones on your side of the store. Daryl closes behind, keeping an eye out. You glanced around before motioning to Daryl to hand you one of the bags to start filling. You got about halfway down the aisle when a Walker jumped you out of nowhere. He didn't bite you, but shit, he scared you.
“Fuck” you cursed as the walked pushed you back twords the wall, making you knife fummble out of your handsat the supprise. Daryl jumped into action shoving the walker off you and killing it before it could get a taste of skin. Daryl jumped back over to you looking over every inch of skin.
“He didn't get me. He didn't get me. Im fine” you told him, repeating the phrase over and over till he looked you in the eyes. “Daryl, im fine”
“You ain’t comin’ out ‘ere again” he said seriously, “No more runs”
“You can't bench me Daryl” you told him turning from fright to anger.
“Hell I can” he said back.
“No. I'm not yours, Daryl. You have made that very clear. You can't come back and act like you care,” you said angrily, letting all those pent-up months of feeling like nothing to Daryl out. He stared at you blankly, realizing how horrible he must have made you feel, always shoving you away.
“I….” Daryl started, wanting to scream at himself for what he had done.
“No. Im done” you told him pushing the man off you, “i'm going over there, stay the hell away Daryl”
Daryl stared blankly at where your body had previously been before you walked off, grabbed your knife, and continued on to the next row, far away from him. For the rest of that run, you stayed away, walking to another aisle whenever he tried to keep close. Michonne picked up on the energy shift between you, too, without having to say anything.
“If she doesn't want you around Daryl, it's because you pushed her so far to do so” she told him.he nodded back, knowing it was his fault and that he caused it. “You have to fix it. No more shoving her away”
“I know”
“Good. Now get back to work, we leave in thirty” Michone said.
That night Daryl found you at your guard tower sitting outside watching the stars. He knocked on the window on the corner wall by you. Glancing over you raised it was him, you rolled your eyes.
“I thought i said to stay the hell away Daryl” you said, a bit of venom dripped in your voice. Something Daryl had never heard from you.
“I know, Im sorry”
“Sorry isn't going to cut it” You told him, “For months you have pushed me away, made me feel worthless to you and I pushed through but you have no right…”
“I know,” he said, cutting you off. “I was afraid of getting’ hurt y/n”
“Hurt?”
“yer sunshine and I'm…”
“A starry night,” you told him. Holding his gaze. “You're like the stars in the night sky, bright enough to make the darkness not so scary. I always thought you were, but then you changed.”
“I…I couldn't stand yer optimism” he said, “ya made me feel…”
“Made you feel what”
“Like my heart was gonna explode” he said, crouching down by you, “yur makin me feel optimistic about the world”
“I like having that effect on people” you told him, “I like having an affect on you”
“Ya do” he said, “Ya make me feel happy like I haven't been in a while”
“Good” you said and pulled him down to you, crashing your lips onto his. You pulled away from him, “Tell me your sorry again”
“I'm sorry Y/N” he said, the husky voice of the redneck sent shivers down your spine.
“And that you won't ever push me away like you did”
“I promise,” he said, smiling at the way you were making him tell you what you already knew was true. You pulled the man back and kissed him deeply. He pulled you closer to him, picked you up, and carried you into your tower. The sounds and moans that escaped your guard tower that night were heard across the starry sky, which seemed to smile down towards the Prison.
#daryl dixion#twd daryl#daryl dixon#daryl dixon x reader#daryl x reader#twd daryl dixon#daryl fanfiction#daryl dixion imagine#the walking dead daryl#daryl dixon twd#daryl dixon x female reader
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hey! yes, I do! if you want a specific character or story plot, send me a request, and I will do my best!!
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SkyScraper | Peter Parker (AG) x Fem Reader
plot: peter or more so spiderman saved your life...you got curious as to whos under the mask
warning: violance, fluff
word count: 949
a/n: heyyyyyy!!! going to be trying out some new story ideas and please don't feel afraid to ask for request or to comment!! i want to hear if you guys want more of these characters!
Peter had always had a crush on you, but because he thought you walked on sunshine, he never told you or said anything to you. He always watched you in the halls and admired you in class, but he never got the courage to talk to you until he saved you one night. Although it wasn't Peter, she thanked him.
“Oh my god, your Spider-Man” you said, clutching whatever it was in your arms. Your dress was flowing in the wind but you felt so hot underneath the masked stare.
“You alright miss?” Spiderman, Peter, asked you. His thoughts were running wild; wanting to take you home, go beat the guys up that got their hands on you, and kiss that scared look off you.
“I am now,” you said, shaking.
“You want me to walk you home,” he asked you; a nod was all he got in return. He proceeded to let you lead the way as he strolled behind you, making sure no one else dared walk up to you. No one did, of course, and you felt entirely safe with Spider-Man's presence behind you. He felt familiar, like a boy you knew who watched you in the hallways. You finally turned to see him again when you reached your door.
‘Thank you…Spider-Man,” you told him; he nodded his head and was about to launch back into the New York neighborhood when you asked. “You remind me of someone I know.”
“I'm sure I do” He said. He sounded nervous.
“His names peter….” you said, “‘Peter Parker. I know he watches me, and that he likes me. I also know he lives close by” telling him these things made the masked man shiver. How you knew, he wouldn't ever know unless he asked
“Well goodnight Y/N” he said and swung back to the skies of New York. you watched the boy swing away, wondering how he in fact knew your name. Unless this masked hero was in fact Peter Parker.
The next day Peter showed up with a bruise on the side of his face and a busted lip. The more you started paying attention to the boy in front of you the more the identity of the masked web slinger became more clear. That entire week the number of unexplained injuries started adding up. The naps in class were more regular this week compared to the ;ast and his watchful eyes on you were less frequent.
Friday came around, and you decided that sneaking out of your house to find Peter or Spider-Man was a good plan; you didn't realize how wrong you would be. You walked around the streets of New York in jeans and one of your good jackets, keeping the chilly breeze off your skin. You didn't notice the three guys following you until one of them kicked a can, and you whipped around to find them only a few feet behind you. You ran, you refused to scream hoping to lose them. You kept zigzagging in and out of different alleyways when you made the mistake of running into a dead end. Seeing you stuck, the three men turned down your ally and smirked. However, they didn't get far before a web attacked itself, the wall beside you, and Spider-Man swung down.
“Ya know, running after a girl into a dark alley is really rude of you guys” he said, before they started charging at him. “Wow you guys cant even punch” the fight ended soon after that and he walked over to you.
“And what are you doing out here?” He asked you.
“I know,Peter,” you told him. He stumbled over his feet when he walked over to you.
“I don't know what…” he started to say before you walked over hands outstretched towards his mask which he didn't stop until he grabbed you and launched to the roof of the building. Once you landed you stubbled away.
“Don't do that” you told him, clutching your chest.
“Im sorry, Im sorry” he said walking over, you put your arm out.
“If you're not Peter and I'm an idiot, just tell me. Don't make this…” You stopped, not really knowing where to continue. You didn't want to feel like a fool thinking Spider-Man was Peter, but the signs kept adding up.
“You're not,” he said, shedding the mask and revealing that it was Peter underneath. He had scratches down his face, probably from some other fight. You moved towards him; the beating in your heart had calmed down from the launch but was now racing from seeing Peter's face. You brushed a hand over his cheek.
“Does anyone else know?” you asked him.
“Just you” he said, still watching your face Pete walked back. You were forced to separate your hand from his cheek. “How did you figure it out?”
“You're not the only one that can watch their crush Peter” you told him. “The naps in class, the busted lips or the black eyes, or even the lips when you walk around school”
“You noticed?” He asked walking back over getting closer and closer to you. “You have a crush on me?”
“I was worried about you. Yea I do” you told him.
“How long?”
“What?”
“How long have you had a crush on me?”
“A few years” you told him. “You were the bad boy nerd in my class who never listened when told not to skateboard and who always pissed off Flash for no reason. You intrigued me, and you were cute”
“Well, I'm glad I intrigued you,��� he said, leaning into that tall building in his Spider-Man suit and kissing you.
#andrew garfield#peter parker#spiderman#peter parker x reader#peter parker x you#peter parker x y/n#peter parker imagine#andrew garfield spiderman#andrew garfield peter parker
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Would you do a Geralt series? I need me some more of the white wolf 😩
hey!!!! absolutely!!!!!! If you have any ideas, let me know, but I can definitely put some time into writing one! I'm so glad you like my stories and want more of Geralt!!!
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Heyo! How are you? I was wondering if I could put in a request for a Geralt x fem reader one shot?
Reader is injured in some sort of way but tries to hide it from Geralt coz she doesn’t want to worry him but he obviously finds out?
I’m bad at descriptions😪
Please and thank you xx
Wounds and Kisses | Geralt x fem Reader
a/n: hello! thank you for the request and i hope you like it!
fluff and angst
word count: 966
You tagged Geralt along on another one of his quests. You had before, and Jaskier seemed to think it was an excellent idea to have another person join them. So it was you and Geralt on Roach and Jaskier on his own horse, Fawn, playing tunes on his instruments. You were not a Witcher, but you did have basic abilities passed down from your mother, who was a half-elf and half-sorcerer, making you a mixed-blooded woman. Your abilities revolved around the elements, like your mother and her mother before her. You were trained by her before she died and before you had met Geralt.
He was adamant about letting you on quests; he wouldn't tell you why, but you knew the brooding man had some form of feeling towards you. The two of you never discussed it, but there was always something between them. You had slept together, kissed in halls, and spent the nights together, but no relationship was formed, and no words of love were ever spoken. You wished he would; you wished he would just tell you he loved you so you may finally not have to steal glances at the man without him knowing.
The beast was something of a bigger size than either you or Geralt had previously thought it would be. Jaskier was back at the tavern drinking away and singing about adventures, while the two of you were stuck dealing with a beast that continuously terrorized this poor town. You didn't expect it to also be so difficult to defeat but its hard armor made things worse. It also made things worse when the beast tail slammed into you sending you flying to the ground. Geralt was too busy with a second beast that charged that he had no idea you had been flung by the beast. You stumbled back over to the fight, trying not to clutch your side. Your powers roared in you as you launched yourself on top of the beast, shoving your sword in any place between the armor before finding its weak spot. You shoved your sword deep into the spot by its neck in between the brakes in its armor, it wailed loudly before it fell. You stumbled off the beast intime to see Geralt doing the same with the second beast. Once you stumbled out of the muddy water onto land your side erupted in pain, you bit back a cry as you got onto Jeskier horse, Fawn, and rode back alongside Geralt who was far ahead of you and determined to finish the job fully and get home. You didn't dare touch your side or grimace about it, not wanting the boys to know you got hurt.
You sat by Jaskier who held his nose by the stink of the beast coming off you.
“Damn Y/N you stink” he said “Oh and Geralt smells worse…both of you go take a bath!”
“Were fine Jaskier” Geralt said, not wanting to jump to the bath and instead started drinking whatever it was he bought.
“Ill go” you said. As you stood a flash of pain crossed your face, making Geralt straighten. You stumbled your way to the room finding that someone had already filled the bin with hot bath water. As you undressed you didn't hear the door open or the heavy footsteps of Geralt entering.
“Y/N” he said, standing still at the sight of the entirely too large gash and hole in your side. The beast tail had been spiked and its tail punctured your side while also slashing the entire length of your stomach. The blood and ooze that gushed from you seemed like it didn't matter under the eyesight of Geralt who stumbled over to you. “Why didn't you say anything?” he asked you. His voice was…soft.
“I didn't want to worry you” you told him. You clutched the bin, your vision blurring as Geralt caught you, finished undressing you and got you into the hot water. You screamed a bit from the feeling of the hot water in your wound. Geralt held you, sliding in after undressing himself and holding you close to him.
“I want you to tell me when you're hurt. It means nothing against your skills when you are” he told you, making you feel worse about not mentioning it.
“I'm sorry,” you told him.
“No apologies. Just heal” he told you, knowing that with concentration and his strength behind you, using the water and your magic can help heal the deep wound on you. The water swirled slightly as you used the magic in you to heal what you could. The deep gash slowly faded to a large gash, and the scratches along your stomach turned to scabs and then to scars. Your body had enough scars that you hated the sight of them but your magic only worked so far.
“I'm sure Yennefer would be happy to show you how to heal scars” He told you, pulling you even closer to him. “I know we never talked about what is between us…”
“I love you” you spoke faster than he could finish his thought.
“I love you too y/n…if you had let me finish” he said, causing you to laugh.
“Sorry, just wanted to say it before I couldn't” you told him looking at his face.
“I should have told you sooner. I took advantage of your feelings before mine came around..”
“I know, but i never told you to stop” you said, “I just wanted all your love not just parts”
“Now you have it all” he told you, “so no more hiding your wounds”
“Promise,” you said, kissing his cheek before falling back and laying on him.
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Sleepovers | Geralt x Fem Reader
plot: geralt finaly came home to you again
tags: fluff, soft, love
word count: 513
a/n: hey guys, just a short little story for you guys!!
Sleeping next to Geralt was not only a luxury but also something that calmed you. He took up most of the bed but you were more than happy to snuggle into bed with him, be allowed as little space next to him if it meant being with him. He would come home to you when he could, meaning every few weeks his bed would thumbs down on the stoop and he would open the door to find you already rushing down the stairs to him, a grin plastered on your face. He loved seeing your smile when that door opened, and he loved when you would leap over the threshold of the door into his arms, not caring how smelly or how covered in dirt he was.
Those nights and days of him being home you always savored, but you more so welcomed the crumbed bed with him. You welcomed the heat besides you, the unknowing need he had for you, and you welcomed the sleepless nights next to him.
“Darling, are you going to stare at me all night?” he asked you, causing your hands to falter from tracing his face in his sleep, although turns out he wasn't asleep. He peeked one eye open at you causing you to smile. “How often do you watch me sleep”
“Every night your back home with me” you told him, laying down eye to eye with the man you loved
“Every night” he smiled.
“Every night, till the sun peeks through the curtains' ' you told him, glancing over him towards the window. It showed the landscape outside, the winding hills and the towns lights dancing between them. You lived just on the outskirts, just far enough away that you two had your own space. You wanted to live here, in this place with vast plains and hills and no demons or other creatures for Geralt to worry about when he left. This was the one place in the world that had proven to be safe for thousands of years. It was rumored that tree sports or feries blessed the lands and made them safe for special humans to live here, and that has been true. Everyone that found and created a home here had some form of gift, Geralt and his abilities and you…and your way with animals. Roach made it very well known how much he preferred you over his companion. Geralt refused to listen whenever you would cast the bond to him so he could hear the horse talk. Roach, now in the little barn next to your house, was sound asleep after the long journey back.
“Tell me where you have traveled to this time?” you asked him, wanting to fall asleep to his stories.
“Bedtime story my darling?” he asked you, knowing for the years the two of you had been married that you enjoyed every story he told you, and every sleepover you two had since you were teenagers.
“Always” you said sleepily, snuggling into him so he could talk in your ear about the world beyond the valley.
#geralt of rivia#geralt x reader#geralt x you#witcher geralt#the witcher#the witcher x reader#henry cavill
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Hiii I just wanna say I love your writing <33
Can I request heavvyyyyyyy smut with f!reader x Theseus Scamander in which they are both aurors wanting head auror position and Theseus is tired of reader always running her mouth and one night when they are both staying in the office late she has to drop of something in his office and they have a mini argument and he shuts her up iykwim (lil bit of choking and biting kink for ✨spice ✨) - ⛄️
Magical Hands | Theseus Scamander x fem Reader
A/n: hey omg absolutely!! thank you so much for the request! hehe also thank you for including some elements you want!!
warning: 18 PLUS ONLY!! smut! spicy!
word count: 1471
While you did work with a ton of Aurors there was one in particular you couldn't stand, and maybe it was because he slightly made you weak but it was also just because of his arrogance. You hated how he boasted about how good he was at his job, and how you felt immeasurable compared to him. You wanted the Head Auror position, had been working towards it for a few years now and kept getting sidestepped by Thesus Scamander himself. How his brother was a completely different person, you had no idea. The man never ever let you get more than a few steps in front of you before he came in and stole what you thought was your position away from you.
You back talked to him, trash talked him even said his magic was flimsy, it was not, you just did everything you could to beat him down but it never worked. You knew he hated it, was annoyed by it, and that slightly made it better for you. The teasing and the banter, in your own way was showing him you did in fact want to be better but also that there was some other deeper level of attraction towards him.
It was one night during a particularly tough case that you and Theseus stayed late to work on it, in separate offices of course. You had scanned through some papers and had written up the incident report for the day and was going to drop it off to Thesaurus, not without some banter along the way.
“Well if it isn't the Great Aurora” you said as you hugged the doorway to his office. Thesis huffed a breath and looked up from where he was hunched over a large table in the room.
“What do you want?” he asked, looking at you now. You slowly meandered into the room.
“That's a lot of papers,” you said, ignoring his question.
“Yea, it's from the mess at the docks”
“Ah…I see even your greatness cant solve it” you said, trying at anything for him to take the bait like he sometimes does.
“Again what is it you want” he asked, clearly not amused by what you were saying or baiting.
“Why do you assume I want something?” you asked, snapping a bit at him.
“I don't have time for this y/n '' he said, pulling his attention back to his work, that he had slowly started to put back into piled.
“Aww can't pull yourself away for two minutes” you asked him as he was moving the things off the table, making you lean back on it watching him.
“Y/N '' Theseus said, snapping his head back to you, annoyance ringing clear in your name.
“Poor Theseus can’t…” you were cut off by his lips slamming onto yours, the clear force shoving your hips and ass further into the table. You were caught off guard for the first time in years. He slid his hands onto your waist lifting you without hesitation and putting you on the table. His eyes met yours, the pure lust and hunger on his face made you slowly unravel from the mask you had put on around him.
“Theseus?” you asked slowly wondering what was happening. He stepped back, gathering himself.
“Sorry i…”
“I didn't tell you to stop,” you told him, “I only wanted to know…why?”
“Why? Are you kidding me? For years you have been doing this act this flirtation annoying act…i cant take it for one more moment”
“You knew?”
“Of course I knew, I see how you are around the other Aurors and it's only to me that you do this,” he said, gesturing to you, the attitude you had with him. He walked back over, you let your legs spread apart the skirt you had on rising slowly as you did, showing more and more skin. A growl escaped his lips as he stood in between them.
“You wear those just for me?’ he asked, referencing your skit and the little number you had on underneath that he had a view of.
“Not intentionally” you told him
“Hmm so you just hopped id see your little number?”
“Maybe…maybe I'll bend in front of you, act like I'm going to pick something up and then…leave you there wanting more,” you told him, making him grip your legs.
“Tell me darling…you like being such a brat?” he asked you hand slowly making its way up your body then landing on your neck, wrapping around it slightly. You groaned, rocking your hips against the air, something Theseus caught. “Oh darling, cant be doing that now can you” he said. His other hand sliding up your thigh twords those little red undwewear you put on, and almost right twords your spots but stopping at the top of your thigh and squeezing. You were being teased and you knew it. The amount of restraint he was trying to have, became apparent to you when you saw him eyeing your skin and the hand wrapped around your neck. You wanted him to squeese, wanted him to slip sinde, you wanted all of him, however aggressive. You desperatly wanted that hunger to devour him and consume you. He eyes you again, making your skin heat up more and more from his gaze, his hunger.
“What are you so hesitant about?” you asked him, his eyes jumped to meet yours.
“Dont want to go to far”
“I want to go far with you” you told him, “devoir me baby” you told him, tilting your head up giving him the etire access to yourself. He squeezed your neck pulling himself into you. The squeezing from his hands sent you into space, your kisses were sloppier yes but he didnt care, not one but as he saw the ecstasy on your face. He left your lips, and gassed longly at your neck where is hand was wrapped around it and your eyes were glossy from the feeling. He let go, letting the life return to your eyes. You gazed lost at him, from the relised feeling of his hand and the blood and air circulating back up to your head. He ran his hand down your neck, grazing over your chest before stopping at your waist.
“Darling…” he started, the longing in his face, he wanted something.
“Anything you want” you told him, the look he gave you or terror and pleasure was enought to make you want to brake on this table. He moved your hair back, beefore he took that jacket off leaving just in an almost skin tight blue shirt, showing his flexing msussles underneath and that body you wanted ontop of yours. You pulled him back to you by his belt and pulled your self and him flush while still on that table. He could tell what you waned, and what he was definitely going to do to you. Your underware was slow to be slipped off by the hand that had come back to rest by your thighs. That red piece fell to the floor, leaving the cold air to make you hiss slightly. The building tension you had for him, to do whatever he wanted to you, was insufferable. This shirt was unbuttoned slowly by your hands, wanting to just feel him. Once it was and his shirt fell you knew without even looking that all his windows and the door were locked and no one was interrupting hhat you two were doing. You new a charm of silence and cast it around the room, and the growl from Thesus when he felt it put into place almost made you loose yourself again.
“No interruptions anymore” he said. Slowly most of your cloths were gone, and he stood there watching you, your body, as it cured to his touch. And when it was just the two of you those charms were truly needed. What ou never knew was how much thesusu enjoyed chocking you and how much he enjoyed bitting you, your neck, your thighs. You never wanted him to stop devouring you, the biute marks leaving deep red and almost bloody imprints on your skin. His thrust sent you into ecstasy, that table helping both of you that night. He made you reach the hevsns while keeping you tied down to earth.
The next day those bite marks along your neck and chest were on display for the entire department to see, and when people got a glance at the matching set of hickies on Theseus neck and those leading down his chest, not that they could see those but you knew, the entire office was in shambles about the two of you. Those bite marks and the non visible imprint his hand left on you kept you going back to each other.
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After | Daryl Dixon x Fem Reader
plot: finally after so long you could be with him
word count: 798
Warning: 18 OR OLDER, SEXUAL CONTENT
a/n: i saw that a ton of you wanted more Daryl stories so please send in ideas, i know the 100's of you that sent in a vote have some! hope you enjoy some smut with daryl.
You had been with Daryl for years, since you two found eachother in the woods after he lost the prison.
You went through the loss of Beth with him and you also went through almost being taken advantage of by the bikers Daryl had joined. He took care of you and made sure no one touched you, even after he broke the hand of one of the bikers. You even went through finding his people again, meeting their group and being welcomed in. Daryl stuck by your side even then, proving that whatever the two of you were feeling for each other was true. The silent touches, the glances and the fast kisses made your head spin. It wasn't until you found Alexandria that Daryl took advantage of the room he had all to himself.
He had found you out on the porch of your shared house with Carol and himself. The night started out normal, the man joining you and talking to you, but it soon changed. The touches of your arm sent shivers and when you met his eye you could see the hunger in them, making you want to see what he had in mind.
“Daryl” You said, he got closer to you, grabbing your hand and making you stand.
“Good girl, com’on” he said, guiding you into the house and up the stairs. When he got to the door he closed it quietly behind him before you yourself were up against it with his lips against you and his hands finding your skin. Your breath became ragged as his hands traveled over your skin on your sides up to the front of your chest. He broke contact to look you in the eyes, asking permission to remove your shirt, you nodded. He lifted your gray shit over your head, your bra the only thing protecting you. His hands found your skin again running up to your neck, the rough skin of his hands making you shiver. He was slightly holding your neck while he continued to kiss you. You had been a statue up until this point, slowly letting your hands travel the length of his upper body. You found the buttons and slowly started to undo them. His skin comes flush against your hands after a bit of work. His eyes met yours when your cold fingers brushed against his hot skin. The kisses from there became heated and more feverish, you wanted more of him and he wanted more of you. Soon you were crawling backwards onto the bed with him coming after you. When you were flush against the bed, jeans causing your skin to become hotter you fiddled with the button before his hands stopped you and took the lead of taking the rest of your clothes off. You were there under him now, little to nothing on and he was above you. You did the same to his pants so that you both would be closer to being naked with one another. The dance was slow and intimate and needy, so so needy. You both wanted to feel each other more than you already had, all the pent up emotions from the times you could have taken the relationship further over the past couple of months, and here he was now over you.
“You want me babe?” He asked you, the husky country voice making you more ready for him. You nodded your head, wanting more. You reached up to grab his neck to kiss him more but he stopped you, putting your hands behind you. “Answer me”
“Yes” you said, your hands still in his hair desperate for his kiss and touch again. Slowly the rest of your clothes came off. You laid there underneath him, his naked body above you. You watched the curve of his stomach round down to the rest of him. You watched him breathe, and you watched as he got harder and harder with your stare. You wanted him, god you wanted him so bad. He could see the hunger in his eyes.
“What is it baby?” he asked you that husky southern voice filling your ears. It made you moan just hearing him talk to you.
“I want you, please” you told him he smiled from above you, and obliged, slowly filling you up. You pulled at his skin begging him to be closer to you while he filled you up over and over. He held you close. You scratched his back from the waves of emotion going through you.
“You like that baby?” he asked. All you could do was moan back. That night you felt like the entire community could hear your roaring moans from the man above you. That night was the first of many with the two of you.
#daryl fanfiction#daryl dixion#twd daryl#the walking dead daryl#daryl dixon#daryl dixon x reader#daryl x reader
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Love Knot | Enemy's to Lovers
Wanda x Fem reader
plot: god you hated her...and the way she smiled so beautifully, but you had to kill her...right?
(This is a bit of a longer one shot)
warning: love, enemy,
word count: 1614
a/n: hey!!! i am soooo happy to be posting another Wanda story!! incase anyone forgot shes my wife!! i hope you all enjoy the story and thank you to everyone who voted and contributed to helping me get to where we are!! alsoooo do you guys like me doing polls?? i think letting you guys have some sway in the story is fun but also you can submit requests for any specific storys or even if its a character and a short idea id love to hear it!
You hated her, you hated how she made you feel, how you screwed up missions when she was there, and how your boss wanted her dead. The hell were you supposed to do? For the last three years the two of you have been enemies, with a hint of flirtation. The run-ins with the two of you started when your boss wanted to test you, test your powers so he sent you somewhere he knew an Avenger would show up. It was probably the most embarrassing moment of your life coming face to face with the Scarlet Witch, you force and almost peed your pants you were so caught off guard and nervous. At the time you had not developed the extent of feelings you would have over the three years, making you hate her even more for that, but nonetheless at the time you were terrified towards her. Your shield created itself from your hands, the metal in your blood seeped out to create the weapon. She watched as it formed, merely entranced by your powers.
“Is that all you do?” she asked, her Sikovian accent in her speech. Your own measly sound made its way out.
“No…cough No” You said. That catch almost made you look weak…almost. He laughed slightly at you and simply walked past you. What the fuck did she just walk away from me? you were baffled at what she just did, her suit swishing as she made her way down the hallway.
“What…I'm sorry…why are you not fighting me?” You asked running after her, your eyebrows were up signaling to her that this in fact was your first time in a ‘fight’. She stopped and turned to you, pinning you to the wall with her powers, your blood sounded in your ears and your heart thumped away faster in your chest.
“You've never done this before hu? Well little villain, I could kill you right now without even laying a finger on you but I won't, next time I hope you've trained more to fight me head on…sweetheart” she said all those things to you, leaving you stuttering at the wall and going home hours later after catching your breath and wrapping your mind around, her.
About almost a year later you came face to face with her again, this time you had a bit more experience and you knew your powers better. You couldn't exactly remember why you were there at the same time she was, maybe it had been a coincidence or maybe it had not, you didn't really know. She stood in front of you, eying you up and down.
“Here for a mission or just to see me?” You asked her, ketting cocky and flirting was the only way you were going to make it out of this interaction with at least some part of your pride. You didn't think you could win but you also didn't want her to know that.
“I'm on a mission, little villain” She said to you, annoyance and slight amusement coursed through her words. She wanted to be annoyed that you were there but she also wasn't exactly happy about having to go through the interaction.
“My name isn't little villain”
“Oh? Then what is it?” she asked me, cocking her head to the side.
“Y/H/N” You told her, she smirked.
“What's your real name?” she asked. A genuine question from the witch. You froze, your boss's words flowing through your head.
“Never give out your real name, they will find you or your family. We cant risk you fucking up this group.” Your boss said, harsh words towards you. You nodded your head. “Your only here because of your power, don't forget that”
“Y/N” you told her, letting your name slip from your lips. She smiled at you.
“Well, little villain Y/N, it's good to be your enemy,” she said. Her hands started glowing red and before you could even create a shield from your metal you were out. Once you woke up you realized that you were lying on the ground, alarms blaring and you had just messed up another mission. Your boss was going to be seriously mad.
The next few months were some of the harshest training you had endured, and all because you let Wanda get in your head and distract you. Your boss was exhausted from your run-ins and wanted her to pay. You did too, you wanted to prove yourself, but it seemed hard to both prove to her you were a villain and succeed in your mission. It took you a longer time before he let you go out, six months since you saw wanda you were sent out on another mission.
This next mission you had included stealing equipment from an old SHIELD building. You had more training and you knew and worked with your powers more fluidly. You walked into the door, careful about alarms or other triggers that one of the Avengers would show up. The building was quiet, nothing moved and no rumble through your skin of any movement on the metal around you. This building was completely abandoned. You crept your way down to their lab, hoping to find anything on the list of things you needed to grab. It wasn't until you were almost there that a small woosh of power flooded your senses. She was here. You looked up and there she was floating down towards you. You made a shield and swords, getting ready for whatever fight was going to happen.
“Well look at you, better handle your powers now sweetheart” she said once she was on the floor next to you. You nodded and straightened your back, nerves running through you. Your heart rate increased at the flirtations name calling. “You seem…different”
“Just ready for a fight now, ready to complete this mission”
“Ah, your boss is mad at you. Little Villain” She said smirking and giving you a once over.
“Only because of you”
“Me? Why I'm not the one who doesn't have a handle on her powers.” She told you, but she was mistaken. The metal under her feet began to mold and wrap around her feet. She looked down shocked to see what was happening. The burning in your head made you have to fold her sword and shield back into yourself.
“Don't. Underestimate. Me.” you said, letting the metal in you wrap around her more keeping her in place. She smiled at you.
“I'd applaud if I had my hands available.” she told you. You gave her a look not letting her hands out knowing that's how she controlled her magic. You made your way swiftly into the lab room grabbing everything you could find on your list and walked back out a few moments later. Wanda was still trapped, but you knew you only had a little longer of strength to keep her there. She smiled at you when you let her go before you bolted out of the building leaving her there impressed by your use of your powers.
He wanted her dead a year later. Your boss put a hit out on her for everything with the Avengers and also some personal vendetta against the witch. You hated her, yes, and wanted to prove you were powerful but you never wanted her dead. How could you when you liked her so much? You knew you had to do something…something to stop this. You knew you were enemies even if you didn't feel like it. That night you made the most drastic decision ever, you sent a message to the Avengers about the threat, and sat back and waited.
Three days later the attacks started and of course you did your best to stay out of the way and not die. You knew she was here before she even landed in one of the hallways. The metal sung her song of magic shocking your veins. You could feel your boss, marching his way towards her. The security cameras, shit. He saw her arrive and was on a mission. You made your ebay up the stairs towards the top level of the facility. Once you got there the fighting had already broken out, and before you could even think you flung yourself into the conflict fighting your way over to her. Then there she was, you pulled her back and threw a shield up before your boss could throw his power at her, it reflected and hit him instead. She stared at you, eyes wide.
“You sent it,” She said, looking deep into your eyes.
“I did,” you told her. Once you lowered the shield your boss was in the group backing away. The other Avengers arrived to see him being held to the ground by your power. Wanda held her hand back before they could touch you, letting them know you were good, you were not a threat to them anymore.
“Don't. Ever. underestimate me again. I'll defend her from you if you try to harm her again” you told him, crushing him more with your power and then letting him go so the others could finally lock him up.
“Well little villain, looks like i need to change your name. Little Hero” she told you, giving you a kiss on the cheek.
“It's your fault too that I fell in love with you” you said, referencing when the former boss of yours was mad at you because of her. A smile fell onto her lips.
“Well I could say the same thing," she responded. The two of you are happy to not be on either side of a fight anymore.
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Car Troubles | Bucky Barns x Fem Reader
plot:
fake your car troubles to see the new cute guy in your town- check
make sure he doesn’t know you like him- …not a check
word count: 511
a/n: hey! i’m on a marvel kick right now so if there’s anything you guys want written let me know!
Bucky had been working at a mechanic shop for a few years since he had gotten himself back. You lived in the same neighborhood that Bucky had started working in. A small town secluded from most of the world, perfect for him to not only start a new but to not get noticed. He didn’t account for the fact you knew who he was, and it never bothered you.
“Another visit hu?” he asked as you stepped out of your car. you scratched the back of your neck.
“Yea, I uh, I think I did something to my mirrors” you told him, picking up one of your mirrors out of your passenger seat. “I swear it wasn’t my fault”
Lier.
You had always been good at it, it was something you had started to pride yourself on in the recent months since your “car troubles” had started. Bucky had picked up on your car troubles and also wanted to see him. He knew, he just didn't know why you were so interested in him.
“Tell me. What did you hit this time to come in?” he asked you. You stopped, everything stopped.
“How?” you asked shocked.
“I know a thing or two about people” was all he said, so you let it slip.
“Because you were in the military or because of after?” You asked, this time it was his turn to freeze.
“How did you…?”
“I know a thing or two about people,” you told him, smirking. You rested yourself up against the car he was previously working on. “My dad was a military buff, studied everything about Steve Rogers, and your team. So when I saw you in town I knew who you were”
“Then why all this?” he asked
“Because Bucky I know who you are, I mean I don't know you know you, but I know what you did and who you were. What happened after doesn't define you, you broke free.” you told him, “Plus I kind of have a crush on you” you said blushing, “Imagine reading about a man from the 1940s and thinking he was attractive and come to find out he's back from the dead, that never happens”
“You thought I was attractive? In the 1940’s?” He asked you to walk closer to you. You leaned further on the car.
“I mean yea, but I mean now you are…handsome” you said, blushing even more as he continued to walk over.
“So you thought let me continuously wreck my car to talk to the handsome, over 100 year old super soldier…” he asked you, coming between your legs.
“Yes” you said, “And does the 100 year old super soldier like this 23 year old single girl whose father has an obsession with you and Rogers?”
“Yea he does, he just hopes your father won't blow my head off when he meets me”
“Oh? You're going to meet my father are you? A little bold since you haven't asked me on a date yet” you told him, he smirked.
“Then let's arrange something, hunny”
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