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Changing Seasons: The Lakes [Loki x Reader]

The Lakes Masterlist / Regular Masterlist Summary: (1) A long journey with Thor, Steve and Loki ends in a ramshackle country cottage. But really, it's just begun. (w/c 3.8k) Warnings: Minors DNI. Language. Ex-Loki. Smut references. Humour/Mild angst. Recommended Folklore Track: The 1

This is fine.

It’s just five days. In this...cottage. With your ex. You’ll barely see him.

The tiny two story building sat before you, twisting wisteria claiming rough stoned walls. Burnt orange leaves sparked against the morning chill, rooted into windowsills and crumbling brickwork.

It was small. Really small.

You stretched your legs, observing Thor waddle from the car, laden with suitcases.

One fell.

“Watch that!” Steve snapped, on his last nerve after the drive from the Essex compound. A hand flew to his neck, massaging the twinge caused by six hours squashed in the back of a hastily acquired hatchback. “Your collection of personal toys, Rogers?” Loki drawled, letting his mirth-filled eyes slide between the two men. “Yes, brother do be careful. We wouldn’t want the captain to be without an outlet.” Steve’s face flushed, while Thor staggered valiantly onward to the cottage door. “I still don’t understand why we didn’t take the train,” Loki muttered with a theatrical sigh, a single brush down the front of his suit making every well-worn crease evaporate. “The two of you on a train,” Steve spat incredulously, “wouldn’t be great for subtlety.”

Every syllable was laden with frustration as he heaved another case from the trunk. The god nodded. “Even I must admit, this is much more entertaining Rogers” he replied, motioning towards the cottage at the exact moment Thor’s forehead smacked against the low awning.

The suitcases fell in predictable succession. “Jeepers criminey-” Steve gasped, lunging forwards.

You rolled your eyes, smiling just Loki glanced backwards. A wolfish grin ignited. Shit. With narrowed eyes, he began to glide around the Fiat like a day-walker. His hair was slicked back, falling over the shoulders of a black suit more appropriate to fashion week than training in the wilds of the Lake District. You’d tried not to look at him much on the way here. For obvious reasons. He swaggered with resolute precision, infuriatingly erotic as he always was. It was sick, how he looked so good. Like he hadn’t been in the same car as the rest of you, gorging on jelly babies and squished krispy kremes foraged along the motorway. You had practised for this moment, and to your credit; your face remained perfectly straight. Your posture, casual. Unbothered, as Steve and Thor argued further up the path.

‘My slacks were perfectly folded in New York. If there is any rumplage Odinson- then I’ll know who to blame.’

‘Carry your own damn suitcases, then-’ ‘-I would’ve, if you hadn’t been such a dandy-show-off’

You spun away from your incoming ex, steadying your racing heart as you focused on the horizon. Mist hung over the rusted treeline, green and sienna twisting together and dipping down to a sprawling lake about a mile away, you reckoned, spread against the sunrise. Loki’s playful scathing broke the calm. “You haven’t said two words to me in almost twelve hours, Agent,” he purred. “I’m impressed.” There was a time that kind of talk would have brought you to your knees. But not anymore, you lied to yourself, clenching. With your eyes still lowered, you tilted your chin towards him. Defiantly, slowly, you raised them; catching his inscrutable stare like a rifle’s scope. You raised your eyebrows expectantly, lips sealed. Loki scoffed, looking into the distance. His breath was fog. “I don’t know what else I expected,” he muttered quietly.

You stood in silence, backs turned to the domestic carnage unfolding at the cottage door. Letting your gaze roll over the mountains. Early morning autumnal air stung the back of your throat. Fresh pine and wisps of smoke from unseen chimneys, far away. Amber hues spindled along the surface of the lake a mile below, rippling methodically. You fought the urge to look at him.

His eyes would look beautiful in this kind of light. Always had. “It reminds me of home,” he murmured wistfully. It sank into the crisp air, the softness of the tone you still dreamt about curling around your body like smoke. Loki’s scent mingled with the breeze, reminding you of nights spent wrapped around him as you slept in snatches. His hand never far from your own. His love draped over you like a cloak.

A shiver ran down your spine.

You felt him lean in, the warmth of his breath against your skin drawing closer before it retreated. “Asgard,” he added condescendingly. “Although, Asgard isn’t quite as...rustic.” He lifted a foot, making a show of wiping a sole on the wet grass.

You grit your teeth. It never ended. He couldn’t help himself, even after everything that had happened between you. The snake tightened inside your belly, unfurling and poised to strike; regrettable words bubbling behind your teeth. “Let’s just get through this week, shall we?” Loki snapped, before turning away. The crunch of twigs beneath his retreating footsteps was all you heard as the chill stung your eyes. Just the chill.

"I carry the paraphernalia so I shall be first across the threshold thank you very much,” Thor grumped, jostling Steve from his path and shuffling sideways through the frame. Steve grimaced, nodding at Loki to follow his brother. “Thank you,” Loki said curtly; noting the captain’s gaze flicker to where you stood overlooking the lake in a valiant attempt to remain mysterious. “She’s quite well,” he added presumptively.

Steve frowned. “She was quiet on the drive. Even let Thor play his music. Not like her” he said, leaning against the cottage wall before recoiling. “Urgh, it’s damp.” Loki chuckled. “Of course it is. Welcome to the northern hemisphere, Rogers. What you need, is some leather” he winked.

He watched the captain pat his shirt fruitlessly as a stain blossomed through the pale cotton, clearing his throat softly. “She’s still a little...put out... by our parting of ways. Can’t blame her, really. I mean-” He gestured to himself with a consillatory sigh. “She’ll warm up-”

Loki cast a glance around, realising he wasn’t sure if the hallway was colder than the exterior. “-metaphorically, anyway.”

Steve nodded sagely. “To everything there is a season…” he mused. Loki frowned, turning away. He waved a dismissive hand. “You know I do not traffic in colloquialisms, Rogers” he scoffed with his back turned. Entering the kitchen, Loki immediately bumped his shin on a discarded suitcase. He wrinkled his nose.

A single lightbulb hung from the ceiling, barely illuminating the cramped space. Ageing wallpaper clung valiantly to its charge, whimsical ducks and geese parading in an inexplicable march. Thor stood hunched over the sink, running spluttering water into the world’s smallest kettle. The ceiling was inches from his head. “Tea, brother?” he chirped. Loki nodded, wondering how the hell they’d ended up here. “Rogers?” he enquired innocently. Steve’s head popped round the doorframe.

“Howdy!” Loki closed his eyes and took a breath. “Rogers,” he repeated. “Remind me why this week is truly necessary?” Steve released a forced chuckle. “I’ll get to that. Hang tight.” He disappeared, shouting your name down the path. By the time the two of you returned, Loki had seidred the suitcases to their respective destinations. He had secured the largest room for himself, of course. Although that wasn’t saying much. Rogers and Thor would be sharing. Loki had the sneaking suspicion that was not the plan – but alas for them – it was their new reality.

Four mismatched mugs of steaming tea sat on the small square table in the corner. Loki sat in one chair, legs crossed. Thor in the other, looking decidedly squashed.

Steve closed the kitchen door while you leant against the counter-top, arms folded. “I made tea,” Thor smiled, pleased with himself as he held it forth like an offering. You accepted. Loki noted the shiver that shook your shoulders as the hot mug entered your cupped grasp. A fleeting smile of pleasure skating across your cheeks. He’d missed that, he found. “Please, take my s-” Loki started, beginning to rise. Habit. “I’ll stand,” you replied curtly. Loki nodded, sinking down. An uncomfortable silence filled the room as an oblivious Steve squinted suspiciously out the window while closing the blinds. “Alrighty then-” he said, turning. His enthusiastic glances bounced to each of them in turn. Thor adjusted himself, rewarded with the malevolent warning creak of a chair leg.

“As anyone who was listening during our meetings will know,” Steve paused, staring at Loki, “it’s come to my attention that our manual outdoor skills are somewhat lacking. Anything happens to our abilities or comms while we’re on a rugged mission and booyah,” he made a burst with his fingers, “pardon my french – but we’re up crud creek without a paddle.” Loki scoffed. “Hardly-” “This week we’ll be getting back to basics. You two-” Steve gestured between the gods seated at the withered dining set, “especially. It’s all magic and brawny shenanigans until you need to skin a rabbit.” He looked to you warily, “Metaphorically, of course. Our resident expert will give us instruction, and we’ll go from there-” Steve nodded to you, folding his arms. Loki rolled his eyes. “I don’t think you understand how magic-” “No weak links.” he continued, un-phased. He had his very serious face on. “And I count myself in this too. We need to be confident that if something happens, and we’re out in the wilds...we can handle ourselves. Survive, until help arrives.” “But why here?” Loki whined, “we have the facilities to simulate the environment back in-” Steve held up a hand. “No one can know earth’s mightiest heroes are out here learning outdoorsing 101, Laufeyson. Imagine the press. No.” He shook his head. “This is absurd,” Loki muttered into his tea.

“Let’s try and have fun. At the very least, it’s a week in the fresh air.” Loki’s eyes rose, your words and tone clearly rehearsed. There was a weak smile on your face, but it didn’t reach your eyes. He’d become intimately acquainted with that look in the final months of your relationship.

Silence hung in the kitchen. “And the two of you will be alright, will you?” Thor boomed, stretching a leg which reached halfway across the floor. He took a sip of tea as Steve’s face went pink.

“I mean, with the breakup. Although I suppose its better than being kept awake by the ooo’ing and ahhh’ing through the walls, isn’t it Rogers?” He began to chortle, “remember...remember in- where was it? Oh, Columbia. Norns, what a-”

“-Brother,” Loki snarled. Hair bristled on the back of his neck. You cleared your throat. “Loki and I have an understanding. There’s no animosity between us-” “Isn’t there? News to me,” Loki mumbled petulantly, running a finger across the plastic table cloth. He could almost hear the grind of your teeth as you spoke pointedly to Thor. “Well I intend on remaining professional. I’m sure your brother is the same.” Loki shook his head, snorting. “Professional?” he spat incredulously. “What need have I to be professional? I am a god.” “And there it is,” you began, temperature rising before Steve patted down the air.

“How about we go check out the bedrooms?” he said. Everyone murmured agreement. And somewhere between Loki cursing his temper, and the babble of his brother’s half-hearted apology- you were gone.

Ten minutes later, Loki found himself staring at the same spot on the wall he had been for the last eight. It was meditative almost. On the other side of the wall at the end of his bed, was your room. Small, rectangular. Barely space for more than the single bed. But Loki had a feeling you didn’t mind.

You had settled on the mattress around seven minutes ago after unpacking, the comforting creak of springs alerting him. What were you doing, he wondered. Thinking. Feeling? He shook the thought from his mind, reminding himself that was no longer his business. But the thought crawled back with the vengeance of a dying wasp. If we were together still, I’d have made her climax twice on this bed by now.

His clothing hung in a drab single wardrobe. When in Nilfheim, he’d surmised. The garments were simple, and perfunctory. All manner of base layers and fleece lined items in vapid shades which lacked even a morsel of style. Not a sniff of leather. And zips in the most unflattering places.

Loki shuddered.

His ears pricked as he heard a wooden board in your room creak, tracking the slow amble of five steps it took to cross the floor from end to end. She’s looking out the window, he mused.

‘Get your hands off my undergarments,’ Thor’s voice was crisp and menacing through the wall to Loki’s left. ‘Well, put them in a drawer like a gentleman.’ Steve snipped in response, barely muffled by the stone. ‘There are no drawers! Why must we reside in such a place, Rogers!?’ He has a point, Loki thought. ‘Because no one would expect it.’ Steve replied smugly.

There was a pause, but Loki could hear the thump of Thor’s boots as he rounded the twin beds, positioning himself for attack. His voice was low, and purposeful. ‘Just like you won’t expect...this.’ The inhuman sound of one of his brother’s legendary farts ripped through the wall.

Loki braced in the silence that followed, relishing the craft of his devious room organisation while Steve, he presumed, got some traction to exit through the window. ‘Jeepers,’ came the choked, disbelieving response of the captain through the wall. Jeepers indeed, Rogers, Loki smirked.

A sudden tinkle of restrained laughter perked his ears. It came from behind the wall in front of him. He froze, savouring each lilting rise and fall as you gave in to full-blown cackle. Wait for it.

He held his breath. You snorted. Loki grinned, letting himself bathe in the warmth of that laughter which used to lace his brightest moments. The nights, when you met after long days apart. He remembered when he would tickle you beneath his sheets in the Tower. When he would slide his hands over your squealing, curled form in apology, crawl on his knees beneath the covers and gently part your legs.

‘I just can’t help myself,’ he’d purr, kissing the smooth skin of your inner thigh. ‘Forgive me?’

And you always did. Until you hadn’t. You would rake your hand through his hair, lovingly humming his name as he ran his tongue up your plump slit; settling in to his long, languid worship. Loki sighed. He looked down in his lap, realising a thumb was digging into the palm of his clasped hands. He pushed it in harder, frowning. Fool.

Suddenly the door flew open. A red-faced Steve gripped the door-frame, breathing heavily. “Swap...with...me,” he gasped. Loki shook his head, heavy with feigned sympathy. “Afraid not, Rogers. Look, I unpacked and everything.” He pointed to the wardrobe. “Like a gentleman.”

Steve’s face flushed deeper, hanging his head in resignation. “Gosh-darnit,” he sighed under his breath. “Be downstairs and ready in five.”

A chorus of Blackcap birdsong fluttered and rolled over the bushes. Final frostings of morning clung to crisped leaves, slowly warming in the blast of breath-fog from three Avengers huddled around a large map. You watched with an amused smirk on your face, laughing inwardly that Steve thought a wardrobe full of Trepass could disguise their presence. Like three bears at a piglet’s tea party.

Thor held the compass, squinting. The rectangular instrument looked much like a stick of gum in his palm as he leant closer to the dial, searching for some unseen clue. You decided to have mercy.

“So you can see here,” you said gently, tracing your finger over the map, “to get to the lake we need to follow a bearing of 79 degrees….and we need to adjust for true North. Remember?” You moved the compass slightly. “Blast,” Thor growled. He was taking this very seriously. A bobble hat was pulled low on his brow, but even then, you could tell he was frowning. Loki chuckled derisively, smoothing a strand of inky hair from his jawline. You watched as it curled behind his ear. His beautiful, perfectly formed ear. “Volunteering for the next marker, Loki?” you asked calmly, watching his smug smirk fall. You switched back to Thor, now measuring points on the map diligently. Steve stood by his shoulder, taking notes on a small pad. “A-ha!” Thor shouted triumphantly. A dozen birds took off from the nearest tree, fleeing skyward.

Steve frowned. Stealth, it chided. The blonde god whipped his face to you in childish glee. “This way!” he pointed theatrically. You nodded, bathing in the pride spreading across the god of thunder’s face. It was Loki’s turn to frown. “Give me that,” he snipped, snatching the compass as Thor began to fold the map and lead the charge towards the next marker. “You’re just jealous brother. Clearly my skills of navigation are unmatched. Isn’t that so, Agent?” he postured loudly, clearing a branch from your path. It wasn’t often Thor truly had the upper hand. So you decided to push it a little higher. “Out of the three of you so far? Absolutely.” You beamed at him, seeing storm-clouds gather in Loki’s eyes out the corner of your own. His brows knitted together, chin pushing down into the thick roll of his scarf.

Thor hummed as you passed beneath his arm. “I always liked you, you know” he chuckled in hushed tones. Clearly, he’d seen the abject annoyance blossom on his brother’s face too.

You nodded conspiratorially, casting a glance back at your dejected ex as he picked his way over a patch of brambles, hands deep in his coat pockets. Steve followed behind, flicking through the pages of his pocketbook.

“Meh, it’s good for him,” you said diplomatically while shooting Thor a toothy grin.

He returned it.

Loki took each step carefully. He would be damned if a tangle of barbed shrubbery bested him the same day as his oaf of a brother.

He wouldn’t have gotten it without her help, he fumed; stepping quickly over a freshly steaming pile of suspicious pellets. His nose wrinkled, glancing up to where the two of you were sharing a moment. Blatant favouritism.

Gritting his teeth, his jaw nuzzled further beneath the coiled wool around his throat. A smile lit up your face as you shared some sort of inside jest with his brother. Loki remembered, all too well, how you used to look at him that way. How it was to bathe in the warm of your affection, the comfort of your hallowed inner circle.

He tried not to let his mind wander to your inner circle too much. The immediate twitch of his cock beneath the ghastly slacks was a timely reminder why. Steve’s shrill caw of warning came too late. “Watch your-” Loki froze, snarling as his eyes fell to the foot now wedged in a pile of shit. “How appropriate,” he sighed as he reluctantly pulled it free. He began to wipe it on the ground. “Just wipe it on the ground,” Rogers said. Loki's stare was daggers as he continued to do just that, cursing the Norns as you began to walk towards them. “What’s the hold up?” you said. Loki raised a hand to stop Steve from speaking, but alas.

“Laufeyson stepped in poop.” “Thank you, Rogers. I’m sure our ‘resident expert’ can see that.” Steve crouched down to his haunches, inspecting the boot-imprinted pile. “Looks like deer poop to me,” he observed diligently. “What do you think, Agent?” “Could be,” you said, matching his serious tone. “Nice spot.” Loki felt his jaw slacken.

What portal has opened and swallowed me to this unending nightmare.

He wiped the defiled heel of his clumpy, tan boot a final time, before marching up the ridge. He should be first. He had the compass, the ultimate instrument of inter-planetary survival, apparently. “Broth-” he started, before rocking back on his heels. “What is your problem?” he heard you hiss as you yanked the back of his jacket. Loki whipped round, every snippy retort that hovered on his lips evaporating as he saw your flushed face; wild with undisguised irritation. Steve was bumbling slowly up the hill, oblivious. “I…” Loki breathed, resisting the unfamiliar urge to tell the truth. You were still gripping a toggle that dangled from the back of his jacket. Loki looked at it, pausing a moment before refocusing with renewed vigour.

“I shouldn’t have to do this. It’s ridiculous, and you know it.” “Well why are you even here? Why don’t you just bugger off at a moment’s notice like you always do? Go whine to Heimdall or something?” Loki heard white noise bubble deep in his mind, rising to a roar as his vision tunnelled to the sight of your pupils blown wide with anger; lip trembling ever so slightly as you valiantly stood your ground. There she is, he thought with bizarre satisfaction. “Because I wouldn’t want to give the impression I’m not a team-player, would I?” he snarled through gritted teeth. You released your grip on his toggle with a scoff. “I’ll believe that when I see it. If you can last the whole trip, I’ll-”

“-You’ll what?” Loki heard himself say. The tone, he noted, was dangerously flirtatious.

You eyed him suspiciously.

“-I’ll be am-azed. The prim prince of Asgard, hacking it for a week out here. It might be good for you.” You see-sawed your palm. “But you know...low expectations.” Loki’s eyes narrowed as Steve emerged hovering over your shoulder. He suddenly reminded Loki very much of the geese parading on the kitchen walls. “I assure you, Agent, I shall pass your tests with flying colours.” He forced a smile. It hurt his cheeks in the cold. A little bow followed. A little flourish of his hand. He paused, baiting you. “I look forward to you proving me wrong, then,” you sniffed, re-adjusting the straps of your backpack.

Your eyes caught his a little longer than you’d intended.

Loki’s gaze fell to your lips, beginning to chap in the unforgiving English chill. How he wanted to capture them with his in that moment, moisten them with his breath and tongue and fiery adoration. To warm you, take care of you. As he should have when he had the chance, perhaps.

At the time, Loki wasn’t sure why - but nonetheless he held out the compass to Steve. “You take this one, Rogers.” “Alrighty then!” the captain quipped obliviously. His knees pumped up in a farcical jog down the ridge towards Thor, having an in-depth conversation with a passing sheep.

“Alrighty then,” you mimicked to yourself with quiet smile. Meeting Loki’s amused gaze, the smile fell. And without another word, you set off down the hill.

The god watched you pick your way gracefully over the autumnal landscape, breeze whipping your hair. He brushed his own from his eyes, pausing to reluctantly admire the rugged peaks and cliffs that curled in on their path. Burnt orange mingled with green, a rolling wave of seasons trickling through the vale. He could feel it all around him; through him – seeping beneath his skin, whether he willed it or no.

Change.

Chapter Two: Sticks and Stones A/N: Thank you so so much for reading this - if you did! I'm having so much fun with these bunch and I'm very excited to share this kind of ridiculous journey with you :) There won't be as many POV switches in subsequent chapters - we just needed it in this one. As always - love love to hear your thoughts. Gooooo Autumn!🍁

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Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 11

A/n: I'm going to skip a little because I don't want to deal with Walker having to leave again...I can't deal with it😭

You were 5 minutes until landing! You haven't see Walker in over a month! You were so excited!!

When you landed you grabbed your stuff as fast as you could and ran off of the airplane.

"Y/n!" Walker exclaimed as the both of you ran up to eachother

"Ow!" You bounce off of eachother and both fall to the ground

"Oh Walker I missed you so much!" You both scoot over to eachother to kiss and hug

"I missed you soo much Wise Girl!" He hugged you so tight. He never wanted to let you go again

He helps you up and and into the car. The plan was to grab some sweets then go watch the Percy Jackson bloopers.

"Welcome back y/n! We missed you" Aryan hugged you

"Y/n is here?!" You could hear Walker excitedly ask

You saw her run around the corner and wrap you in a hug

"I missed you sooo much y/n/n!" She exclaimed

"I missed you more!" You reply with a big smile on your face

"Hey y/n! How was the trip?" Charlie asked coming from the other room

"Good! How was Walker?" You ask you and Walker now side by side with your arms around eachother

"Annoying!" Everyone laughed in unison as Walker fake offense

"Do want some snacks we have blue Takis, jelly beans, Jolly Ranchers, sour belts...oreos" Aryan offered looking at Walker for the last one

"I'll have the oreos" You smirk at Walker

"DON'T YOU DARE EAT MY OREOS!" Walker demands

"But don't you love me?" You fake pout

"Yes...but not enough to give you my oreos" Walker says like it's obvious

"*gasps* rude" You out your hand on you chest like you're offended

You grab the Takis, Jolly Ranchers and the oreos

"Hands off!" Walker snatches the oreos out of your hand

"Relax you oreo addict. I was bringing them for you" You roll your eyes

"Oh...oops" He replies

You go and sit down. Dior on your right and Walker on your left. Aryan next to Walker Charlie next to Dior.

The recorder started and so did the video

-----------BLOOPERS-----------

It was the scene where Annabeth pushes Percy into the water

"Listen...Percy...I'm sorry" You push Walker put you pushed him way too hard and he trips

"Oh! Are you okay?!" You run up to Walker's side

"What are you the Hulk?" Walker laughs as you lift him up

"Sorry" You dust him off

"Don't worry about it. It's not your fault you don't know your own strength" He chuckles

"When do we start?" Walker screws up

"Cut!"

"What is it?" Walker giggles

"When do we leave" You yell

"Okay"

"Where do we leave?"

"That doesn't even make sense!!" You yell from across the set

"Shut up!"

"Where do we start?"

"You're such an idiot!" You yell again

"Thank for your input! It's so helpful" Walker says sarcastically

"When do we sta-ahhh! I'm never going to get this right!"

You walk up to Walker and slap him and grab your face

"IT'S WHEN. DO. WE. LEAVE!!! GET IT RIGHT SEAWEED BRAIN!!"

"When do we leave?"

"Cut!"

"YESSS!!!!! WE WOULDVE BEEN HERE ALL NIGHT IT IT WEREN'T FOR ME! YOU'RE WELCOME!"

"Knock it off shortie!" Walker comes up to you jokingly

"You wanna fight blondie?!" You put your hand in your fist

"Yeah! Let's fight!"

"Don't do it Walker! Y/n will mop the floor with you!" Dior yells from across the set

"I can take her" He put his fists up too

"Can you though?" Aryan questioned

"No" Walker put down his fists and fake pouted

"Don't be sad you're a wimp Walker" you pat him on the shoulder

The scene where Percy picks Annabeth

"I have selected our most compelling candidates, from which you will choose two to join you on this quest and ensure that we succeed."

"Y/n." Walker says looking at you not even realizing what he said

"Umm...Walker you're supposed to say Annabeth." Glynn whispers

"What did I say?"

"Y/n"

"Oh. Oops" Walker tries to play it off

"Oooo! Walker can't get y/n off his mind" Aryan smirks

"Shut up" Walker glares as you blush and look at your feet

The bus scene

"Okay, I'm gonna go get us some snacks" you say

"I’ll come with you"

"No, you’ll stay right there"

'Why? It smells terrible back here"

"Monsters can’t smell you through that, so that’s where I want you"

"I wanna vote. Who thinks that we should all go get to breathe fresh air and buy our own snacks?"

"There’s no voting. Chips and sodas okay for you guys?"

"I don’t think you should just get to decide we don’t vote."

"I’m sorry to hear that."

"You're boss like y/n" Walker just looks at you still in character as you break character and laugh

"What?" Walker acts innocent

The bus scene again

"♪ Oh, golly, the road’s gettin’ bumpy 'cause I got me some friends ♪ ♪ Who just can’t get along ♪ ♪ Oh, dear! When the team’s gettin’ grumpy ♪ ♪ The trick to gettin’ through it is singin’ this song... ♪"

You start giggling

"Dude, what are you doing?" Walker says trying to stay in character but cracking up too

"It-" Aryan starts laughing too

"Y/n! You messed us up!" Walker turns around and jokingly yells at you

"Oh don't act like you could've made through this take" You say still giggling

Deleted scene

"Walk-oops" You spin around a Waker laughs

The scene where Annabeth and Percy hug

You hug Walker so tight and think about all the fun you've had together so your emotions are real.

"Acting y/n! We said acting!"

Percy driving a car

"How hard could it be?"

*crashes the car*

"Apparently very hard" You smirk

"Cut!"

*crashes the car again*

"My fault. That was me."

"Duh it was you're fault. I wasn't driving the car!"

"Cut!"

"That guy didn't even slow down!" *honks the horn*

You start giggling

"Cut!"

You smile at Walker and he smiles back as he crashes into the wall

"Ew. Don't look at me like that" you joke and Walker fake pouts

"Cut!"

-----End Video----

"So...what I've learned from this video is...you're mean to me" Walker looked at you

"Well apparently that's what made you fall in love with me. Besides what I've learned from this video is you've loved me since the moment you set eyes on me" You smirk at Walker and bump shoulders with him

You look in eachothers eyes and kiss

"Alright...alright...gross" Aryan grabs Walker by the shirt and pulls him back

A/n: I forgot to say...in this story you and Walker live in California😁

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The Two of Us | 3

The Two of Us M.List | Canon Divergences

Summary: Ellie and you go on a small adventure, one that ends with some delightful discoveries and a wonderful conversation.

Pairings: Ellie Williams x Reader, Daryl Dixon x Reader (paternal)

Pronouns used: She/Her

Word Count: 1,363

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my favorite chapter by far, I think you guys are gonna love it!!! Thank you @stqrfishluvr for proofreading as usual, Ilysm!!!

You and Ellie had hung out two times since you spent the night at her house, and ever since, you couldn’t get her out of your head. She consumed your thoughts like crazy. It confused you, why were you thinking of another girl like that? Obviously, you knew lesbians, Tara for example, but you didn’t think you were a lesbian. Although, now that you thought about it, you never really had feelings for any guys. What the fuck.

You were freaking the fuck out internally to say the least. Sexuality seemed like such an odd thing to worry about when there were walkers and clickers around. You tried to busy yourself around the house, cleaning, making arrows, practicing aim, but you just couldn’t clear your mind.

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” You hear as you open your eyes. Someone was leaning over you shaking you profusely.

“What the fuck!” You exclaim, grabbing the knife from under your pillow. You realize who it was and lower it. Ellie.

“You sleep with a knife under your pillow?” You throw your pillow at her, she catches it and gapes at you.

“What are you doing here?”

“You and I are gonna go to this gas station I saw down the road!” She plops herself down on your bed.

“Oh are we now?” She nods with a content look on her face. You groan. “Let me get ready.” You remove the blankets from your bed and stand up. You stretch for a moment and let out a yawn before walking to your dresser and pulling out an outfit. “Get out.” Ellie rolls her eyes but walks out of your room, shutting your door behind her.

When you're done getting dressed, you grab your backpack and slip your knife into your pocket. You then grab your small handgun and put it into the backpack before heading out of your room.

“Did you pack any food?” You ask your friend who is sitting across from your bedroom door.

“Yup! Two sandwiches, peanut butter and jelly!” You grin.

“Delicacies!” She hops up.

“Exactly my thoughts! I also brought cheese sticks.” You scrunch up your face.

“I don’t like cheese.”

“It’s okay, I accept you despite your flaws.” You glare at her and flip her off. She bows as she opens the front door. “After you m’lady.” You giggle as you feel the butterflies in your stomach.

“Get up silly.” You walk into the living room and wage at Daryl who was sitting on the couch.

“Be careful.”

“Always am!”

“Yeah I trust you, just not her.” You roll your eyes.

“Bye, Dar.”

“Have fun, girl.” You wave at him and then walk out the door. There's a horse tied up to the stairs.

“Who’s goddamn horse is this?” You ask Ellie with a shocked expression.

“I stole her. Now come on!” She unties the horse and then mounts it.

“What’s her name?”

“Shimmer.” Ellie wears the most content smile ever and you can’t help but to grin. “C’mon we’re losing sunlight here!”

“I-I.. I’ve never ridden a horse..” You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly.

“Psh.. it’s easy! Just put your foot here and your hand there and voila! You’re riding a horse!”

“Wow. So helpful.” You deadpan.

“C’mon, grab my hand, I’ll help you.” You take her hand and immediately flush because ohmygodyou’reactuallyholdingherhand.

After struggling for maybe five minutes, you’re finally situated on the saddle with your arms around Ellie’s waist. Ohmygodyourhandsarearoundherwaist.

“So where’s this gas station?” You ask quietly.

“Just past the highway, there are no walkers or clickers around it.” You nod.

“Did you already sweep it?”

“No, but I saw it a couple days ago and I didn’t see anything.” She says with a shrug.

“Okay..” You say skeptically.

“So.. what’d you do all week?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I was so bored.” You say with a groan, Ellie snickers.

“That’s ‘cause I wasn’t there!”

“Yeah sure.”

“You know what would be cool?” You hum in response. “If we had no legs or arms. We’d just be bricks! Like, think about it! We’d be talking bricks!”

“We’d be snakes!” She gasps.

“Oh my fucking god you’re a genius! We’d be snakes! Life would be so amazing as a snake. Just slitherin’ around everywhere. Gossssiping with fellow ssnakess.” You swat her shoulder as you through your head back in laughter.

“You’re so stupid.” You mumbled through the laughter.

When you guys arrived at the gas station, Ellie tied up the horse and helped you down.

“You’re positive that it’s clear?”

“Yes, come on!”

She was very wrong. As soon as you walked into the gas station you could hear the faint groaning of a walker. You looked around and didn’t see it, you assumed it was locked up somewhere, so you continued walking through the gas station.

“Come here, there’s like a shit ton of magazines and stuff we could read.” She flips through some of them. “MTV. What’s that?” Ellie says as she grabs the magazine off the shelf and starts skimming the pages. You walk over to her and start going through the ones beside her.

“Britney Spears, I wonder who that is.” You wonder aloud as you go over the magazine cover.

“I’m pretty sure she was— holy fucking shit!” You turn around just as a walker sinks its teeth into Ellie’s arm.

“Ellie!” You pull out your knife and sink it into the walker's head. It falls to the ground and you grab Ellie’s arm. “Oh my god!” You could feel the tears forming in your eyes. You look up at Ellie who stood there with wide eyes. “Holy— oh my god.. no.” You sob.

“Y/N..”

“Goddammit.” You reach your arm around her and hug her, crying into her shoulder. “No.. no.. no.”

“Y/N.” She grabs your arms.

“Oh my god.”

“Y/N!” You finally look her in the eyes. “I’m okay.” She rolls up her other sleeve, revealing a healed bite mark. You furrow your brows.

“What?”

“I’m okay, I’m immune, I can’t be infected!” She puts her hands on your shoulders to help stabilize you. You just stare into her eyes in shock.

“W-What?” You’re still shaking, but your crying has stopped. You grasp her arm. “How?”

“I dunno— I just never turned.. this is months old.” You finally make eye contact with her again and your lip quivers.

“I th- I thought I was gonna have to—“ You throw your arms around her neck and cry into her shoulders. She slowly wraps her arms around your waist and puts her chin on your head.

“I’m alive, I’m fine, I promise.” Ellie whispers.

Ten minutes later, you’re sitting against the wall in the gas station next to Ellie. Your knees are pulled against your chest and you’re still trying to stop shaking. Your best friend is staring at you worried.

“I’m sorry.” You say with a breathy laugh, wiping underneath your eyes. You suddenly felt very self conscious. Ellie slowly reaches her hand to grab yours, you intertwine your fingers immediately and she starts rubbing circles onto the back of your hand with her thumb. You smile at her.

“Sorry for scaring you.. I couldn’t.. I couldn’t watch you get bit. I-I had to.” A tear falls down her face. Without realizing it, your hand lifts up to wipe it off, your middle finger lingers on her cheekbone slightly and your eyes flicker to her lips. All of a sudden, she’s grabbing your face and smashing her lips against yours. You don’t have any time to react before she pulls away. “Sorry! God— sorry.”

“I— Huh?” You ask absolutely lovestruck from the feeling of her lips on your own.

“I-I should have asked— I’m sor—“

“Stop apologizing! I never said I didn’t like it!” Ellie’s eyebrows shoot to her hairline and she stares at you in awe.

“For real?” You giggle and shove her shoulder.

“Shut up.”

“No but like— If I were to.. kiss you again.. you would let me?” You bite your lip and nod. You were so flustered. She grabs your face again, this time softer, and kisses you gently. You pull away and giggle at each other.

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averagewriter-inthedark · 1 year

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Love Across the Galaxy 🌌 | Helmut Zemo Imagine

Contains spoilers for GOTG Vol.3

Link to my Marvel masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Baron Helmut Zemo x Roman Goddess/Guardians!reader (romantic), The Thunderbolts—Baron Zemo, Bucky Barnes, Thaddeus Ross, Valentina Alegra De Fontaine, John Walker, Ghost, Justin Hammer, Taskmaster, Yelena, & Red Hulk (platonic), The Guardians of the Galaxy—Quill, Mantis, Nebula, Drax, Rocket, Groot, Kraglin, & Cosmo (platonic)

Content Warnings: profanity, light angst, fluff, mentions of death, fighting & violence, spoilers for GOTG Vol.3 (don’t read if you haven’t seen it!) | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 4.9k

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

Premise: In which Baron Helmut Zemo, hater of the Avengers and desire to rid the planet of enhanced beings, becomes a member of the antihero team led by General Thaddeus Ross & CIA Director Valentina Fontaine where he meets the legendary group of misfits turned Guardians of the freakin Galaxy and loses his heart to a Goddess with a love for 80s music and talent for cutting of limbs.

Note: GOTG Vol 3 has permanently altered my brain chemistry and I cannot stop thinking about it. Truly the best film since Endgame & it’s inspired me cause I’m also back to loving Zemo again. I refuse to believe Marvel would give us a Thunderbolts film w/o Zemo so I will make sure he’s in this team.

After learning about all the Gods in Thor: Love & Thunder, picture you are Minerva, the Roman Goddess of Wisdom & War (Roman equivalent to the Greek’s Athena) and has cosmic powers similar to the Eternal’s Thena and has been with the Guardians since the events of the first GOTG film.

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Fall 2023

“I don’t see why we need these people to help us,” Zemo rolled his eyes, strolling beside General Ross with the rest of the team around them. Once outside the cool breeze hit him, ruffling the lapels of his coat as his eyes squinted from the bright light.

Ross lets out a tired sigh, “Because, Zemo, as much as it galls me to admit it this threat is far beyond what we can deal with. It’s not terrestrial and chances are these…” he had trouble coming up with the word, “let’s just say they’re more experienced for this situation.”

They all stop before the flight line. It’s clear all around them with no sign of an approaching vessel.

“Who are these guys again?” Justin Hammer popped some jelly beans in his mouth. John looks down at the file in his hands, making a face as he does.

“They call themselves…The Guardians of the Galaxy.”

“Oh God,” Bucky moans, immediately making mental notes to protect his mental arm knowing a certain talking animal was on the hunt for it. He was gonna have to sleep with one eye open.

Zemo raises his brow, “Friends of yours, James?” Bucky is not pleased by the assumption.

“I wouldn’t call them that.”

“Aren’t they part of the Avengers?” Ava’s tone is slightly disapproving. While Scott Lang and the Pym/Van Dyne’s helped her, she still got bad rep despite doing what she did to survive.

Zemo, not happy with the idea of working with Avengers, snatches the file from Walker.

“Not technically,” Ross replies while Zemo reads over the page. “They arrived with Thor in 2018 against the first battle with Thanos, remained an associate to the team while continuing whatever the hell it is they do in space, and returned in 2023 to defeat the purple bastard once and for all.”

“Did you fight with them, Bucky?” Yelena asks from beside the soldier.

“Yeah,” the memory appears in his mind. Specifically where he grabbed Rocket by the scruff and spun them in circles to cover more area as they fired off their guns. “Our interactions were brief…but memorable.”

The Baron had seen many things over the years, like the rest of humanity with the formation of the Avengers and reveal of intergalactic and enhanced beings, but to stay he wasn’t thinking, ‘what the fuck?’ by the picture in front of him would be a lie.

An earthling turned ravager, a blue mercenary, a woman with antennas, a genetically engineered raccoon, a living tree, a gray alien that could take down Thor, a man with a metal Mohawk, a telekinetic dog, and an exiled sword wielding Goddess. All misfits and outcasts, mostly space criminals turned superhero guardians of the cosmos.

Well….they were quite the bunch.

“They are not still with the Avengers, I take it?” Zemo wanders around, eyes lingering on the Goddess. White streaks adorned her natural hair color, eyes gold and lips painted with what appeared to be a permanent smirk. She wore a gold and white headpiece that had an owl extending its wings.

Name/Alias: Minerva, Goddess of War; Race: Deity; Planet of Origin: Caelum; Age: approx. 2500 yrs (39 Earth yrs); Occupation: Warrior/Mercenary/Defender of the Andromeda Galaxy; Allegiance: The High Council of Caelum (formerly), Guardians of the Galaxy, Thor, God of Thunder, The Avengers (formerly); Abilities: Cosmic manipulation, enhanced strength, agility, speed, & durability, thermal detection & mental teleportation; Specialization: artillery and battle strategy.

Ross let out a sigh, “only when the planet is about to go to shit due to an intergalactic threat. Which we’ve now got on our hands, but considering the Avengers are all on sabbatical I’m sending you in,” he checks his watch, “but I need all the extra hands and like I said, they’re experienced.”

Zemo stares at the blank sky, “How will we know they've arrived?”

“Believe me,” Ross mutters under his breath. “You’ll know.”

A loud rumbling noise caught everyone’s attention, gazes turning upward as a hexagon shaped breech in the sky revealed a very large spaceship in its wake, followed by the distinct lyrics of AC/DC’s ‘Back to Black.’

“Back in black. I hit the sack. I’ve been too long, I’m glad to be back. Yes, I’m let loose. From the noose. That’s kept me hanging about.”

“Oh my,” Yelena breathed out, hair flying back from the gust of wind. Zemo lifted a hand to cover his face from the leaves, as did the others, many wide eyed.

“I’ve been looking at the sky. ‘Cause it’s gettin’ me high. Forget the hearse ‘cause I never die. I got nine lives. Cat’s eyes. Abusin’ every one of them running wild.”

“Great song,” Justin voiced, grinning from ear to ear. The ship made its descent, music getting louder.

“‘Cause I’m back. Yes, I’m back. Well, I’m back,” it approached the tarmac, “Yes, I’m back. Well, I’m back, back.” wheels hit the tarmac, engine powering down but music still blasting, “Well, I’m back in black,” the ship doors opened, revealing steps extending to the ground, “Yes, I’m back in black.”

It was almost like a scene from a movie. Slow-motion if one will by how the Guardians exited their ship and stepped foot on the tarmac with AC/DC on full volume. All dressed in their new suits of red and blue leather with the Ravager flames on the chest.

Arriving in style.

Quill led with the rest flanking his sides. Drax munching on snacks while Nebula looked menacing and Groot towered over everyone. Cosmo had her tongue out in excitement, Rocket carrying his gun strapped to his back. Mantis’s chin held high, like she was on top of the world and Kraglin trying not to appear lost. Lastly Minerva was drinking a caprisun, Ray Bans covering her gold eyes.

Zemo tilts his head in amusement at the sight. He expected the Goddess, of war nonetheless, to have a more menacing approach like Nebula considering her reputation. But she was just as relaxed and laid back as Drax.

The Guardians walked several paces until they were directly in front of the Thunderbolts. It was then the music stopped, Ross being the first to address them. “You sure know how to make an entrance.”

Quill gave a smug grin, “We know.” Hands go to his hips, “You’re wearing a suit so you must be the boss man. Although I believe there’s also a boss lady we’re here to do business with.”

“Director Fontaine is currently occupied. She’ll be arriving in the morning.”

“I assume we won’t be knowing a damn thing until that happens, huh?”

Ross tightens his lips, “You assume correctly.”

“I told you we should’ve handled it on our own,” Minerva’s glances to Quill annoyed. Surprised by her voice, Zemo's eyebrows raised at her sudden input. Her accent was slightly Italian given her mythological origin is Roman.

Quill clicked his tongue, “We don’t have authority here, Minnie.”

“Midgard is part of the Andromeda Galaxy. Technically we should.”

Now the man was giving her a pointed look after Ross’s body language turned defensive, “I’d rather not get our asses thrown in Earth’s prison system. We go by the rules—the ones we established.”

Minerva grumbles under her breath, finishing the last remnants of her juice pouch, “Would’ve finished the job faster. They wouldn’t even know we were here.”

“Okay well, we’re doing things this way. We’re here as a team to work with a team. Right, Mr. Secretary?”

Ross’ disapproving eyes linger on Minerva, who in return rolls her own, before turning his attention back to Quill, “Yes. Now let’s move on shall we?”

He lets out a breath of relief, “Agreed.” Bidding a warning look to each of his teammates, they all wait for what the man in the suit has to say. Ross extends a hand to the people on either side of him.

“This is my team. All with different levels of skill and experience. Justin Hammer is our tech and weapons specialist,” Justin gives a wave, “Yelena Belova,” Ross points to the blonde in a white tactical suit, “former Black Widow and master assassin.” At the mention of Black Widow Rocket, Nebula, and Minerva all tense, faces becoming solemn at the memory of Natasha. They were the three remaining Guardians during the blip, becoming close with the Avenger.

“Ava Starr, she can phase through anything,” they all look impressed, finding the talent cool. “Antonia Dreykov, who we like to call Taskmaster.”

“Why’s that?” Kraglin asked intrigued.

“She has photographic reflexes and can mimic your fighting powers. Basically use your own moves against you.”

“Niceeee,” all the Guardians echo. Ross points to the two individuals in between Zemo and Yelena.

“Our super soldiers, Captain John Walker and I believe you all know Sergeant Barnes.” Bucky tightens his mouth with a curt nod.

“You still got that arm on ya?” Rocket muses, earning a nudge—well more like a kick—from Minerva. The rest of the Thunderbolts besides Bucky all become wide-eyed at the talking Raccoon…even though it said on the file he could.

But how the fuck else were they suppose to react to a talking raccoon?

All Bucky does is glare, “Don’t even think about it.” Rocket shrugs, “Worth a shot.”

“Why is that one carrying a giant frisbee?” Drax’s mouth is filled with Zargnuts. Walker, the man in question, becomes visibly offended.

“It’s a shield not a frisbee.” Zemo bites back a smirk at the soldier's tone. Not to mention the Guardians' reactions were priceless.

“A shield?” Mantis repeats confused.

“It’s a frisbee,” Drax mumbles.

“Like that circular object Minerva conjures to deflect attacks,” Nebula tiredly explains. Mantis’s mouth forms the shape of an ‘o’.

“And lastly,” Ross sounds just as exhausted as the cyborg, “Baron Helmut Zemo, former intelligence operative.”

“I am Groot,” Zemo’s attention goes to the tree alien, confused by his words. Minerva, seeing his expression, addresses it, “He says he likes your fancy cape.”

‘Cape?’ He thinks, but doesn’t comment on it and his perplexed reaction makes Minerva smirk. Instead Zemo says, “Well, I appreciate the compliment. Thank you.” Groot’s pleased, grinning wide like a child.

It’s then Quill’s turn to formally introduce the Guardians. The Thunderbolts bite back their own amusement at the nicknames and surprise of hearing the dog, Cosmo, speak through her suit with a distinct Russian accent. Afterwards Ross leads them all into the hangar, Minerva removing her sunglasses now that she was inside, allowing her gold eyes to be visible.

From there they all interact, awkwardly for the most part as they have no idea what the hell to do as they wait for further instruction. It soon becomes bickering and even challenging someone in hand-to-hand combat.

Well, what can you expect when a team of heroes meet a team of villains/anti heroes? Rivalry at its finest.

“Any day now, Quill,” Minerva groans, relaxing her stance. Across from her several feet away was Walker, confused by why she was taking so long to attack. They were standing in the middle of the squared off area with the teams surrounding them, but giving enough space to avoid being in the crossfire. Quill was scrolling through his Walkmen.

“What’s he doing?” Zemo whispers to Kraglin, eyes flicking back and forth from the human Guardian and the Goddess.

“Trying to find a good fight song. You know, get the vibes going.” Out on the square Minerva lets out a loud huff signaling her annoyance was increasing.

“Just give me another second—.”

“Quill.”

“I almost got it.”

“Pick a goddamn song!”

“Fine!” Quill shouts, randomly selecting the first one his finger hits. A second later Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry Like the Wolf,’ blasts through all the speakers attached to the Guardians arms. The antiheroes become perplexed, while also noting the song choice. Justin and Yelena started to bop their heads.

“Darken the city, night is a wire. Steam in the subway, earth is afire. (Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do)”

Minerva smirked, retaking her stance. As she lifts her hands, cosmic energy around her consorts to physical matter, taking the shape of a spear and shield in either hand. Wide eyes take over the Thunderbolts.

“Woman, you want me, give me a sign. And catch my breathing even closer behind. (Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do)”

“Wow,” Justin exhales. “In touch with the ground. I’m on the hunt, I’m after you.”

“That’s so cool,” Yelena muses, others muttering in agreement. “Smell like the sound, I'm lost in the crowd. And I’m hungry like the wolf.” Keeping his admirations to himself, Zemo watches the scene unfold in silence.

“First one to step or get thrown out of the square loses,” Bucky shouts over the music, “Ready….” Walker clutches the strap of his shield, Minerva twirling her spear once, “Fight!”

“Stalked in the forest, too close to hide,” Walker lets out a cry, charging at the Goddess. “I’ll be upon you by the moonlight side (Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do,” Minerva blocks his attack, pushing back slightly only to crouch to swipe at his legs, “High blood drumming on your skin, it’s so tight,” Walker dodges her spear, but fails to avoid her kick to his chest, sending him backward. “You feel my heat, I’m just a moment behind.” He brings his shield up in time as her spear barrels down at him. “Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do.”

They continue their one-on-one for several minutes, both coming close to getting the other out of the square and the song changing to ‘Cherry Bomb’ by The Runaways—a favorite amongst the Guardians. The entire time Zemo was mesmerized to say the least. Every move she made was effortless, showcasing strengths and ability to predict Walker's moves.

He hadn’t felt such attraction to a woman in so long. And here he was experiencing a feeling that was almost unfamiliar.

Ultimately Minerva wins the battle in what one would call a divine move. At the peak of the song, Minerva’s golden eyes glow bright resulting in the eyes of the owl headpiece to also glow and become animated. It takes form, coming to life and soars straight at Walker, throwing him off by covering his face.

“What the—uuugh!!” He’s flying through the air, back meeting the harsh ground with an audible groan. The owl leaves him, returning to Minerva and consorting back into a headpiece. When it does her eyes dim back to their normal hue. Her team broke out into whistles and hollars, meanwhile Walker’s were unimpressed.

“Guardians for the win!” Rocket cheered.

“I am Groot!”

“Never underestimate the power of Duran Duran!”

Minerva helps Walker up, “Not bad, soldier.” As she turns to head off the pad, her eyes lock with Zemo’s and a wink is sent his way. Heat rises in the Baron, glancing away to hide his smirk.

Oh boy, trouble was on the horizon.

Next Yelena went against Nebula. Their fight was even more intense and nearly ended in a draw. Eventually Yelena overpowered the cyborg and got her to step out of the square. It was a tie. Groot and Rocket teamed up against Ross in the form of the Red Hulk—which took a lot of convincing—the two claiming the win after fooling the General. Taskmaster beat out Quill, handing his ass to him which had the Guardians in a heap of laughter.

“I enjoyed that more than I should have,” Minerva teases, crossing her arms as she takes a spot beside Zemo. He glances at her, mirroring her expression.

“Not a common occurrence for your friend to lose a fight?”

She scoffs, “You’d be surprised by his record.”

Lastly Bucky went toe-to-toe with Drax, and of course Rocket had to yell, “Take his arm and give it to me!” And well….it ended with them tackling each other out of the square.They didn’t know who won at that point, so the teams were tied 2-2 initiating a debate on who should be crowned the best.

“Okay, let’s call it a day,” Ross announces, ending the squabbling between the groups. “Night’s upon us and frankly I could use a drink. We’ll return here first thing in the morning—7am sharp to discuss the threat and where to go,” he turns to Quill, “we’ve got sleeping quarters arranged for you all if you please. Otherwise my guess is you’ll remain in your ship?”

About an hour later, after both teams settled for the night, Zemo decided to take a walk around the flight line. It became a habit of his since joining the Thunderbolts. A way to clear his mind after a long day of briefings and training. He basked in the peace that came with being alone, but there were times he felt lonely and longing for company to share the peace with.

Ten years since losing his family and the pain never strayed. Yet, he managed to live with it. He accomplished his goal in 2016 when he tore apart the Avengers. Likely is to blame for the loss against Thanos resulting in half of the universe’s population turning into dust for five years.

Did he feel remorse for the consequences of his actions? Possibly. Did he regret it? No. At this rate he’s accepted the reputation he painted himself to be.

“Zemo, correct?” The sudden intrusion spooked the Baron, jumping slightly by the glowing eyes in the darkness. A moment later Minerva stepped into the lighting, eyes dimming to normal. She was still in her suit, though her hair was pulled back, white streaks seeping through the natural color.

“Yes, but you may call me Helmut,” he replied, nodding in greeting to the Goddess.

“Helmut,” she tests the name, “like the headwear people use when they ride bikes or spacesuits?”

“That’s one way to look at it, but yes I suppose so.”

“Interesting. What brings you out this late in the evening?”

He shrugs, “wanted to get away from the constant complaining of my comrades,” eyes go to the sky, “and I like to admire the stars.” Minerva moves to his right, glancing up as well.

“They’re much more incredible up close.” He peers down at her, not bothering to question her judgment. She lives in space after all.

“I bet so. I’m sure the view from here is nothing compared to what you’ve witnessed.”

She shrugs, “These stars you don’t even know if they’re still alive. It took years—possibly millions—for the light to reach Earth.” Zemo looks back up, focusing on the North Star.

“For all we know they burnt out ages ago.”

Their eyes connect, Zemo feeling a weight on his chest by the intensity of her gaze. It’s followed by unease when she says, “Natasha told me about you.”

Instantly he looks away, feeling an unfamiliar wave of dread. “Ah.” Here was a discussion he was not expecting, nor willing, to have.

But Minerva didn’t show criticism. In fact, her gaze and tone resembled understanding. “How do you do it?” The question took him aback.

“Do what, exactly?”

“Align yourself with people who go against what you stand for?” Minerva’s tone wasn’t condescending at all, only curious. “Most of your team are enhanced individuals—two are super soldiers to be exact. You went to many lengths to disband the Avengers and put an end to superheroes,” there’s a slight tilt of her head, eyeing the Baron with intrigue, “but you join a group consisting of people who fall between the spectrum of hero and villain where most are the exact thing you wished to eradicate. Not to mention led by two people you wouldn’t say you share similar moral values with. Why join them?”

For the first time in his life, Zemo was at a loss for words. Not a single word uttered as he tried to comprehend what Minerva had just confronted him with. How could he explain? Hell, he didn’t even know the real truth other than wanting to stay out of his cell. A big price to pay in exchange for freedom.

Minerva spoke again before he could respond, “I once committed an act similar to you,” the surprise is evident on Zemo, “Vengeance against those who were responsible for the death of my loved ones. It’s why I was exiled,” a frown appears, her attention returning to the stars. “So I understand you, probably better than anyone here. Understand why you committed those acts to destroy the Avengers. I don’t fault you for what you did—if I did it would make me a hypocrite. You’re not the villain Ross and the Avengers made you out to be.”

“How so?” His voice is strained, “what have you lost?” He didn’t mean to come off as defensive, but the conversation was bringing up emotions Zemo didn’t want to face.

“As Goddess of War all I knew was bloodshed. How to prevent it and how to fight it. Battle strategy was my domain, and the High Council knew better than to question my judgment,” she releases an exhale, “but Mars, the God of War and my brother, was my ultimate rival. He hated how much our father doted on me and agreed with plans I coordinated. It made him feel inferior. He’d do anything to prove himself.” Her tone remains neutral despite the painful memory surfacing.

Zemo remained quiet, picturing the scene as Minerva relayed it. Though stoic the Baron could see the pain and sadness lurking behind her eyes. Managing it as best she could for the sake of her friends. Who knows how many years it’d been since she lost whoever it was close to her. But the hole would always remain.

“To put it short,” she started again, bidding a glance, “Our home was under attack and his rash decision to slow down the enemy led to the death of my family—my husband and children.” Sympathy arose in the Baron, understanding her anguish, “An intentional move on Mars’ part because he believed I wouldn’t be fit to remain on the High Council after stuffing such a loss, therefore he would take my place as Head Commander of our armies and my father’s second Command.”

“He wasn’t exiled?” The question left Zemo before he could stop it. Confused by how the God avoided persecution for his crime, Minvera was shunned. “Your family was targeted.”

Minerva’s smile was bitter, “because their deaths were a result of war, the High Council viewed it as collateral. They failed to see Mars’ responsibility, believing he didn’t intend to kill them. So, I took it upon myself to bring justice. Not only to Mars but also the High Council.” Her smile fell once more, “I made sure they would pay. And they did, but it was far from over after finishing the job. Those who survived didn’t hesitate to throw me out to the wolves once I was contained.”

Zemo nods his head, “where did you go afterward if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I was imprisoned on Xandar for some time,” well they certainly had some things in common, “Once I escaped I became what your people would call a bounty hunter. Where it led me to meeting those clowns I now call my family,” she pauses before adding, “and escaping prison for a second time. Only it was to save the Galaxy.”

The laugh that escapes Zemo surprises him, “I guess it all worked out then.” Once more they lock eyes, twinkling against the stars shining down above.

“I suppose it did.”

Three Years Later

Zemo raced out the door the moment he awoke to rumbling that shook the foundation of his home. After three years he’d recognize the sound in an instant, only this time it was without warning.

An action that rarely occurred.

Throwing on his coat and house slippers, the clock read 2:30 am, flooding the Baron with worry. ‘What is she doing here at this hour?”

Usually when Minerva drops in she gives Zemo a heads up. A day or two’s notice, but recently he couldn’t get a hold of her and passed it off as the Guardians on a job. With the unexpected visit, so late at night, Zemo instantly knew something was wrong.

Hurrying out to the front lawn right as her ship landed, Zemo jogged to where the stairs extended. When they did, the doors revealed his Goddess, still wearing her suit, standing before him. Zemo noted the exhaustion painting her demeanor. Dark circles beneath her eyes, which appeared dimmer than usual, and scars indicating recently healed wounds.

His arms are around her the moment she’s within distance, her own around his neck, “This is a surprise.”

“Sorry I didn’t call,” the exhaustion was evident in her voice. Barely above a whisper causing Zemo to tighten his hold.

“It’s alright, darling. I’m just glad to see you are okay,” his hand runs along her hair, “wanna tell me what happened?” He hears her sniff, increasing his dread, “Close call?”

“Too many,” her voice cracks and there’s a pause. “We almost lost Rocket. We saved him thankfully, but then we nearly lost Peter. And I almost—,” she stops short, not wanting to relive her near death experience. “This was…it was too much for all of us, Helmut.” A kiss is pressed to her head, offering comfort.

“Let’s get you inside, mein schatz.” Zemo leads Minerva into the home, sitting her in the living room while he goes to put a kettle on the stove. Filling two cups of cherry blossom tea, Minerva’s favorite, he joins her in the living room.

After taking her first sip of the brew, Minerva removes the headpiece from her hair and makes herself comfortable before giving Zemo a play-by-play of the past three days. He stays quiet, listening intently but visibly reacts with each awful detail Minvera relays to him. From the unexpected attack from Adam Warlock, to the disgusting abuse Rocket endured at the hands of the High Evolutionary, to Quill nearly imploading in space had it not been for Adam’s change of heart.

Zemo’s knuckles turned white when Minerva spoke of what happened to her. Anger consumed him and he wished he had been there to protect her. Seeing his distress Minerva placed her hand on his, gently squeezing, “I’m okay, Helmut. I’m here now and we all made it out. There were many close calls, but we’re all alive and that’s what matters.”

Taking her hand, Zemo brought it up to brush his lips against her fingers, softly kissing her knuckles. “I don’t know what I would've done if I lost you, Minnie. I—-,” he stops himself to exhale, squeezing his eyes shut, “I would’ve found a way to fly across the galaxy to avenge you.”

“I know you would,” she murmurs, removing her hand but positioning herself in his lap. Arms snake around his neck, pulling him so they were inches apart. “I’d expect nothing less. Also I’d be a hypocrite considering I would do the same for you.” A playful smirk formed, “I was already plotting when Ross let you get captured by those bastards last year. Had it ended any other way, Ross would cease to exist.”

Zemo snickered, “I see we haven’t really changed completely despite our friends believing the opposite. Neither of us hesitating to return to old ways if it comes down to such circumstances.”

She smirks, “No, I don’t suppose we haven’t.”

“What a pair we are,” leaning in, his lips meet hers in a soft caress. Warmth seeping through his veins. That effortless high he believed he’d never have again after the loss of his family.

But he found it with a Goddess in the stars. Where love swept across the galaxy.

When they pull away after a moment, Zemo keeps his forehead against hers. Gold meeting brown. “I’m not sure I can let you go now, liebling. At least not for a while.”

“You never have to anymore,” her words have him startled, the man pulling away slightly to get a better look at her.

“What are you saying?”

Minerva’s gaze turns soft, though there’s slight nervousness, “After everything we all realized something. We found the family we were searching for, but some of us needed to find ourselves. Peter’s here on Earth to find his grandfather. Mantis is off on her own adventure. Drax and Nebula are on Knowhere to help raise the children we saved from the High Evolutionary. Rocket and Groot are leading a new era of the Guardians. And me,” she stops, emitting a gaze full of love that takes Zemo’s breath away. “I’d like to be here. With you, Helmut. If you’ll have me.”

If his heart could explode from the happiness Zemo was feeling it would. Tears were threatening to prick his eyes, the Baron willing himself to remain composed. “Oh, Schatz,” he croaked, cupping the side of her jaw. “I should be the one asking you that. Of course I’ll have you. I love you more than every star in the galaxy.” With that he kisses her, putting all his love and passion it causes her own eyes to water.

“I love you too,” she kisses him again. They remain on the couch, falling asleep eventually curled up in each other’s embrace. Their last thoughts filled with joy as they awaited the new adventure on the horizon.

An adventure just between them. A reinstated Goddess and a fully pardoned Baron opening the next chapter of their lives. Together.

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spnfanficpond · 9 months

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New Member Spotlight - June/July 2023

The Pond is always growing and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our fishy family, along with a little info about them!

Turtles

@lacilou -

Other fandoms? - Walker

Looking for in the Pond? - More Sam Winchester stories

Something to signal boost? - I have a TikTok! lulu_dances_with_moose

Pairings you read? - Sam Winchester x Reader

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - @uncouth-the-fifth @thinkinghardhardlythinking @deanwinchesterswitch

@sandwitch-of-solidarity -

Other SM names? - Discord: bean119

OTP? - Destiel, Samwena

Other fandoms? - Hannibal, Good Omens, OFMD

Looking for in the Pond? - Good fic recs!

Pairings you read? - Destiel, Samwena

Genres you read? - All, especially long fics

Favorite writer(s)? - @sobsicles, but it changes every week

@perpetualabsurdity -

Looking for in the Pond? - More Jensen/Dean content 😊

Pairings you read? - Jensen/reader, Jensen/OFC, Dean/reader, Dean/OFC

Genres you read? - Smut, mostly, but really all

Favorite writer(s)? - @luci-in-trenchcoats, @smol-and-grumpy, @supernatural-jackles

@fuiabarcelos -

Other SM names? - Discord: Fuiabarcelos, TikTok: princess_of.hell

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - Yes! I really like Julie and the phantoms and Taylor Swift.

Looking for in the Pond? - After the show ended I felt that the brazilian fanfic writers (I'm from brazil) disappeared a little, that's when I met Tumblr and AO3. I usually write fanfics in portuguese, but I'm still learning english and I thought that Pond would be a great place to improve it and, more importantly, make writer friends.

Something to signal boost? - In my wattpad profile, there are many stories of the Supernatural (all in Portuguese), but I'll leave here the link to my favorite. I know there probably won't be anyone who understands Portuguese, but google chrome has an option to translate it, in case anyone is interested. Warrior. For fans of Taylor Swift, I made some Sam's wallpapers inspired by her albums.

Pairings you read? - Mostly reader inserts.

Genres you read? - I usually read smut, fuff, Angst. My favorites are Fluff and Angst. I also like Soulmates Au, stories where the reader is some magical being and, my favorite of all, stories inspired by songs.

Favorite writer(s)? - @thinkinghardhardlythinking @princessmisery666 @queen-of-deans-booty @impala-dreamer @holylulusworld and many more!

Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!

@ladynightskye -

Other SM names? - Discord: LadyKnightSkye

OTP? - Multishipper with a preference for Dean/Lucifer & Lucifer/Castiel

Other fandoms? - Multiple, but Halo, Far Cry 5, and Fire Emblem currently

Looking for in the Pond? - Kinda just wanna hang out.

Something to signal boost? - Apple Pie and the Apocalypse

Pairings you read? - Most pairings including Lucifer or Dean

Genres you read? - Au, mostly, and smut.

What do you like to write? - Alternate universes are my jam. I admittedly like taking these characters and putting them into fantasy Situations. Also lately I’ve been very into genderbending Dean.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Fleur de feu

PurpleEdge (AO3 only) -

Other SM names? - Discord: PurpleEdge

Looking for in the Pond? - I would like to discuss writing stuff and SPN stuff with other fans/writers.

Pairings you read? - I'm not into romantic shipping, but I love the Winchesters family dynamics - Sam & Dean, and John & the boys.

Genres you read? - Mostly Discipline fics, whump, and angst, but I'll read whatever's good.

Favorite writer(s)? - ReaperTownUSA on AO3

What do you like to write? - Discipline fics, slavery tropes, angst, gen, family dynamics, family fluff. I've posted one smut fic, but I'm not sure if I'll do more.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - No Rest

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - Currently I think I've tried at least once all the tropes/genres that I like. There may be things out there that I'm not aware of, and I hope that being in this community will help me discover them.

@ani-coolgirl -

Other SM names? - Discord: aniciel, AO3: ani_coolgirl

OTP? - Wincest

Looking for in the Pond? - I would just like to expand my readership and makes some friends to share ideas with.

Something to signal boost? - I'm currently working on writing a wincest fic for every episode of the show. I recently started season 5:I'm currently working on writing a wincest fic for every episode of the show. I recently started season 5: Every First Time on AO3.

Pairings you read? - Wincest

Genres you read? - Smut and angst (but I prefer a happy ending), but I enjoy me a good fluffy fic.

Favorite writer(s)? - @zmediaoutlet

What do you like to write? - Angst, plotty drama I'll never finish, smut

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Cuckoos in Glass Houses

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I'm too nervous to post chapter fics because I have problems with follow through. I have epics in my brain that have yet to see the light of day because I never get past chapter 2!

@foxyjwls007 -

Other SM names? - It's the same for FB and IG

Looking for in the Pond? - To be a better writer and get help putting my work out for people to read.

Pairings you read? - Dean, Sam, Cas reader inserts

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - @lucidlivi, @zepskies, @spnexploration, @littlefreya, @sillyrabbit81, and many more

What do you like to write? - Fluff, smut, some angst, ofc, au

Masterlist? - I have no masterlist. Have only posted one work so far.

Most underappreciated fic? - Veggie Tale

@dawn-petrichor-world -

Other SM names? - Discord: Dawn-petrichor-world

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - I'm multi fandom, Pedro Pascal characters, marvel, Tolkien and more

Pairings you read? - Dean, Crowley, Castiel, & Sam reader inserts

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - @holylulusworld

What do you like to write? - Mostly angst and smut

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - The Story of my Life (series)

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I have a lot I haven't written yet and I'd love to write. Because I'm feeling stupid an idiot and not good. I think and hope join a group could boost or help me to write. I still don't know how.

@gloriousmooseman -

Other SM names? - Discord: taylorbeans

OTP? - Wincest

Other fandoms? - Doctor Who/Torchwood, Marvel, HP, some rpf

Looking for in the Pond? - Just to meet like minded people and make new friends!

Pairings you read? - Wincest, Drarry (HP)

Genres you read? - I love a bit of domestic fluff.

Favorite writer(s)? - @astolat is a classic!

What do you like to write? - Wincest

Masterlist!

@rominaszh -

Other SM names? - Discord: rominaszd.dis

OTP? - Destiel alongside many many others

Other fandoms? - Yes, a lot.

Looking for in the Pond? - Just to enjoy the fandom.

Pairings you read? - Destiel mostly, but anything Jensen Ackles related as well

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - I'm in love with everything I read, everyone is so talented!

What do you like to write? - I write mostly angst but fluff and humor is my favorite.

Masterlist!

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I have never written any Destiel fics because I don't feel confident enough to write them accurately and in a way that they deserve, but someday I would love to.

@limeskye -

Other SM names? - Discord: limeskye Other: psmalcolmbright

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - Prodigal Son

Looking for in the Pond? - To share the SPN love!

Pairings you read? - Destiel mostly, but also other slash pairings on occasion.

Genres you read? - Depends on my mood.

Favorite writer(s)? - @felisblanco

Masterlist? - I've only ever ficced for Prodigal Son before as have always felt the spn fandom is flooded with so many great writers. But who knows what the future holds. I've gifted for other stuff, mostly Prodigal Son and whump stuff.

That's all for this month, folks! (If we're missing anyone, let us know and we'll add them to next month's list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @princessmisery666, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @katbratsupernaturalwhore and @heavenssexiestangel!

#welcome #new member post #fan fiction #fanfiction #fan fic #fanfic #spn fan fiction #spn fanfiction #spn fan fic #spn fanfic #supernatural fan fiction #supernatural fan fic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #long post

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littlefreya · 2 years

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Hello demon lady, I hope you are well. I wonder, how would a jealous August daddy act?. Love your writing ❤️😻

Hello, my love! I actually did a few of jealous August, both soft and more demanding sides of him :)

Whiskers and Wet Silk - August Walker x Reader (smut to fluff, oral - female receiving, soft possessive August, jealousy, bodily fluids, August is a bit insecure and jelly.) August comes home to find his princess watching Shadow and Bone and simping for the General and gets a bit insecure and jealous…

Nice Day for a White Wedding - August x Reader ( Explicit smutty smut, MaleDom/FemSub, stripping, jealousy, possessiveness, spanking (rather hardcore this time), slight fingering, bondage, rough-sex) What made you think you can get away from August?

Dangerous Games - August x Reader x Walter Marshall (Smut, sexe, MaleDom/FemSub, cockwarming, orgasm denial, male masturbation, praise, degradation, facial, mentions of DP and anal) You’ve got yourself into a perilous situation with two dominant men. Now the question is: which punishment will you choose.

Late Hours - August Walker x Reader ( Passion, romance, sexual innuendo, mention of fingering, a “thrill of the chase”, teasing, indecent work relationship, grinding, exhibitionism, possessive behaviour, jealousy. ) After a small lustful rendezvous in the elevator where August had his fingers where they shouldn’t be he is now ignoring you and you are not having any of it.

Jerk - August x Reader (male masturbation, lewd language, mentions of rough sex, degradation, anal and oral (both male and female receiving), depiction of bodily fluids and slight angst.) August sits alone in his office, thinking about the one he can’t have.

Easy Prey - August x Reader (dark, kidnapping, bondage, dubious consent, teasing, dirty talk, gunplay, sweet degradation and praise ) Direct sequel to Jerk. Ring or not, August promised himself that he will make you his, in whatever means possible and he kept that promise.

The Big Bad Wolf - August x OFC ( abuse of power, rough cage fucking, hatesex, unprotected sex, hinted breeding, risky creampie, possessive behaviour. On the safe side it’s borderline dub-con.) If there is anything August enjoys it’s breaking those who resist him. Now trapped in his little cage, the little bird has nowhere to fly to

ENJOY!

#ask freya #august walker #henry cavill #august walker x reader #august walker fanfiction #august walker x ofc #henry cavill fanfiction

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hcrringtonshair · 3 years

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I'll Make It Short

Sam Wilson x Reader

Word Count: 1492

Warnings: fluff - lots of that, a cheesy Sam, reader being a pain in the ass, mentions of smut (I'll make it +18 just to be save), a few cursing words

A/n: Thank you @speedycatbluebird for requesting this! I first thought I can't do this because for me Sam isn't all that romantic but for me I found a good way to make him romantic but not too ooc. I hope you'll enjoy this and I'm sorry for the cursing words and my failure to write it without hints of smut. AND sorry for me taking so long! Oh and This is not beta read! (As always haha)

All feeback, comments, reblogs and likes are welcomed!<3

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With a loud sigh you took the last bite of the cake on your plate. Eating this sweet stuff wasn’t a good choice while the hot sun burned down on you.

“Call me a superhero for finishing this without dying.”

You groaned while leaning to the site, resting your head on the shoulder of Sam who was sitting next to you.

His body vibrated at his laughter as he wrapped one arm around you and Bucky in front of you grinned.

“Aren’t you already?”

AJ, next to Bucky lifted his eyebrows and Cass besides him nodded.

“She’s the coolest aunt that’s for real.”

You joined the laughter at the table, feeling your chest warm up by the kind words of the boys.

“The only thing that’s left is that your uncle makes her your aunt for real.”

The murmured words of Sarah on your other side let you freeze for a second, and you look up to Sam’s face to check if he heard her.

But he was chatting with Bucky again and even if he heard it, he acts like nothing happened.

“Babe I’m tired.”

Hours later you still leaned on Sam’s shoulder listening to his stories about the fight in New York and his new suit to other members of the neighborhood.

The sun was halfway gone, but the warm weather and excited ambience wouldn’t let anyone think about going home.

Sam hums approvingly in your hair as he places a kiss on it, “We’ll go soon.”

You really enjoyed the whole day, but now all you wanted was to go home and cuddle up in your blankets.

“Come on boys. Let’s go home, it’s late. Say Goodnight to Sam, Y/n and Bucky.”

Two hours later, Sarah was the first one to stand up, followed by AJ and Cass even though they didn’t seem too happy about it.

“Good Night Uncle Sam, Good Night Aunt Y/n, Good Night Uncle Bucky.”

From the corner of your eyes you saw Sam smiling at them and even Bucky smiled by them calling him uncle.

“Good Night boys.”

You yawned with a smile and watched them go.

“See you later at home.”

A few minutes later only Sam, Bucky and you were left.

“I think we should go too. She’s already sleeping.”

With closed eyes you heard Bucky standing up, the bench he was sitting on scratching over the wooden underground.

“Nahh she’s not. She’s just trying to make me do what she wants.”

For another time his body shakes as he giggled, gently lifting you up in his arms and starting to walk.

“He’s right Bucky.”

Loud enough for them both to hear you, you mumbled the words which made them both laugh.

“If so, you can walk on your own, can’t you?”

Sam attempts to put you back on your own feet, but you protest by groaning into his chest.

“Okay fine.”

He softly laughed again, and you opened your eyes a bit to look at him but closed them immediately as he looked down on you.

“Ah god damn it, we have to go back. Buck go home we’ll follow soon. I forgot my phone on the table.”

You felt how Sam turned around to go back and heard Bucky saying goodnight.

“Y/n you’re not as lightweight as you look.”

“Thanks for that, you’re not as charming as you pretend Wilson.”

You slapped his shoulder, eyes open again and narrowing at him.

“Also you’re a bad liar. Your phone is in your pocket. I can feel it.”

The last bit of daylight showed him smirking down on you while he let you sit on the table.

“But maybe I am romantic and wanted to spend a moment here with you alone.”

“Don’t go cheesy now. You just called me fat.”

With crossed arms and a pouting face you watch him groan but laughing while hiding his face.

“I didn’t, I just said-”

“Anyways. You could have told Bucky that you wanted to be alone with me. I think he would have left voluntary when we would have start making out.”

You giggled on his frown but stopped as he leaned down, his face a few inches away from yours.

“Y’know what. I’ll remember that for the next time.”

He gave your lips a peck, but you grabbed him by the shoulders before he could lean back.

Pressing your lips on his you heard a growl from him which made you smile into the kiss and deepened it by pulling him even closer.

“Y/n…” You bit his bottom lip to stop him from talking, but he was stronger than you and moved back, only this far to face you.

“It wasn’t my intention to make out.”

“C’mon Sam, if you want to be romantic it’s logical that I think that we’ll do more than just make out. Besides, its one of the rare places where we didn-”

“It’s really hard to be romantic if you’re not at the slightest.”

He wasn’t mad about you, the ankles of his mouth raised up a bit, and you could tell that he already thought about it as well.

“Then you have to try harder.”

He sighed as he watched the calm water around you, eyes switching back to you as you attempted to remove the sweater from your body.

“Y/n no.”

He grabbed your hands, holding them to stop you and bringing them onto his chest.

“I try to focus y/n. Please give me a moment.”

“Focus on what?”

With closed eyes another groan left his mouth at your question.

“I’m tryin’ to… damn this is harder than I thought.”

He cleared his throat before locking his eyes with yours again.

“Why is everybody saying it’s easier when you’re already there.”

He mumbled more to himself, making you start to worry a bit about him and brushed over his cheek to make him relax.

“Babe just say what you wanna say.”

“Sugar I’m tryin’. God damn it.”

He took a deep breath, whispering several curse words before speaking up again.

“Listen. You know me, I’m not that type of guy who makes big speeches. This in New York was different.” He rolled his eyes at your frowning, “Whatever. I’m not this romantic dude, you know that. What was the most romantic thing I’ve ever done?”

“Making me the best Mac n Cheese ever when I was sick last month?”

“That was a rhetorical question y/n.”

“Oh… but you’re romantic Sam. You may not notice but for me the good morning kisses and cuddles are very romantic.”

“Really? I just think it’s… it’s not romantic for me, I think, because you just deserve it.”

You blushed at his confession, “See that was romantic too.”

“Okay okay umm… Well I wanted to say that I love you. I mean I really love you. After all this shit I’ve gone through, we went through…. All the stress in the last weeks, Flag Smashers, Super Soldiers, John Walker.”

“Now that you mentioned Walker it’s not romantic anymore.”

For a brief moment he laughed, putting his hands in his pockets before pulling out a ring.

You gasped as you stared at it, eyes switching up and down from his hand to his eyes.

“Now that you are really destroying my efforts to make it a proper proposal, I’ll make it short.”

He attempted to kneel down, but you stopped him by holding onto his shoulders to support yourself as you stood up.

Your legs had become jelly and your whole body started to shake while tears built up in your eyes.

“Yes. Don’t you dare to ask me that cheesy ass question. I say yes.”

He wanted to groan again by your move to hide him from making it right, but his view became soft when he saw the first tears rolling down your cheeks.

“So you will mar- Ouch.” You slapped his shoulder which caused him to laugh, “Okay okay, we’re going to marry yes?”

“Yes we will.”

Already sobbing you took him into a kiss, softly moaning into his mouth as his lips moved smoothly on yours.

“Can I first put that ring on your finger before you spring onto me?”

With a blurry view you watched him slowly putting that finger on your shaky hand with the brightest smile you have ever seen.

“I love you so much Sam.”

“I love you too, sugar.”

Still with that bright smile on his face, he brushed away the tears on your cheeks. Pure love and admiration in his eyes by your whispered words.

“You’ll tell my sister. She will kill me if she finds out that I planned it all on my own.”

“Fine but first I’ll come back to the topic that we didn’t have sex before on this place.”

“You’re really a pain in the ass y/n.”

“The pain in the ass who is going to marry you dumbass.”

#Sam Wilson #Sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x you #sam wilson tfatws #tfatws spoilers #sam wilson x y/n #sam wilson fluff #sam wilson smut #mcu #marvel #marvel writer #request #captain america #captain america x reader

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buckysgoldenheart · 4 years

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Hotel Room: August Walker x Reader

Summary: August, sick of you jumping from location to location trying to escape him, broke into your hotel room to interrogate you about you leaving him months earlier.

Words: 2952

(First Person) (Both August x Y/N POVs)

**It is August, but in my head August isn’t evil, more just temporarily morally confused, so in this he’s an okay guy.**

Warnings/notes: angst, fluff, internal emotional thoughts (which always make me uncomfortable), mentions of sex. cursing somewhere.

****So the edit directly below was done by @eastwesthomeisbest for this story. I meant to add this to my story ages ago but something reminded me today, and i’m glad it did, because this edit made me so happy that I wanted to share it again. I love it so much! All of the edits made by @eastwesthomeisbest are freakin amazing!****

August POV

I would wait all night in this room if I had to, just to see her face and find the look I am horribly desperate to see in those eyes. The one I hope will reassure me of her feelings.

I want to believe that she can’t fool me; that I am as confident in her love as I seem to be, but she rules me in every way. If at any time, any single moment, anywhere, in front of the entire world, she told me to kneel before her, I would kneel like the begging puppy she doesn’t even know I am.

The silver knob of the door jiggles the slightest and a sudden fear bubbles up inside me that squashes my determined facade like a fly. What if she isn’t alone? What if she has some unworthy idiot she plans to take to her bed?

But no. Thank God.

Once on this side of the door, she closes it quietly behind her as if not to disturb anyone sleeping in the same hall and leans her forehead against the wood. She sighs, and I worry over that sound.

She doesn’t look up when she asks how long I have been in her room. She sighs again, and I worry again. I can feel her exhaustion from 10 feet away. It floats to me, hoping I might let some of the burden seep into me through my every pore just to relieve her. And if it were a physical possibility, I wouldn’t hesitate to take not just some of it, but all, until nothing weighed her down and she could straighten her spine for the first time in a while.

“Not long.” I say, pushing myself upright from my leaned position on the wall beside her.

She lifts her head and graces me with a glance. A tired glance, but something of a gift, nonetheless. “Get out. I’m in no mood.”

I cross my arms because they make my muscles bulge in a way that she could never resist. And I think that if that doesn’t get to her, well, at least it shows her I’m still strong, I’m still determined, despite how being around her always turns my brain to jelly. “I need to talk to you. That’s all I want.”

She would groan if she had the energy. I can tell by the way her lips thin when I say anything. “Then speak if you find it so absolutely necessary but make it quick, will you. And skip the part explaining how you found me again. I’m getting really tired of the whole ‘you’re not good at covering your tracks’ bit.”

I’m pushing her to the brink. She fakes nonchalance, but she’s irritated, at best. She’s the kind of irritated that has the ability to turn into something much worse over time, and I know if a baseball bat were nearby, mustering enough strength to beat me to a bloody pulp would not be as hard for her as I wish; but she has yet to kill me, so I say: “Fine. I am in love with you.”

She scoffs and puts her hands on her hips. My hips. They belong to me. They are for me to touch and grab and love. “So you have said, repeatedly. Is that it?”

“You are in love with me too, and I want you to come home.”

A beautiful, sarcastic chuckle sings in my ears. “Wow.”

“The truth is the truth.”

“I am not in love with you!”

“Yes, you are.”

She rolls her eyes, but all it does is lighten my heart. “You really are insane.”

“You love me. You do now, and you did when you somehow managed to pack up and leave in the middle of the night without me noticing. Which I still can’t figure out. Until that night, you couldn’t so much as shift in the bed beside me without me waking to make sure you were fine and safe.” I shake my head. I had replayed that night in my head too often for any sane man, and still couldn’t understand how she disappeared like a wraith. “But I woke up the next morning with you not next to me, because somehow you had slipped away without a trace.

“Apparently not, seeing as how you keep finding me wherever I go.”

“I told you a long time ago, I would always find you. If anything ever happened, I would protect my woman.”

“I’m not your—”

“I know you don’t want to believe it, because I was a bad guy who did some bad things; a bad guy you heard had done even worse things, unspeakable things, but this feeling is real despite that. Our connection…”

“We have no connection!” She yells before running her hands down her face. She is tired of this, but if I give up now, she will never allow the word ‘love’ to pass my lips in her presence again, if she even chose to speak to me.

“Y/N, I don’t want to be without you. I can’t stand another second without being able to have you, or hold you, or kiss you, or make love--”

“Stop it, August!” She snaps. “You live in fantasies and think just because you say things over and over that they eventually become truth and everyone around you will accept it as such.”

“We are not a fantasy! You and me, we are--”

“We are nothing!”

A quiver echoes around the room.

A crack in her shell.

Tears began to dribble down the soft cheeks I once kissed.

I move but she steps back with every inch I advance until the icy chill of the wall is flush against her back. And I see it: false hatred masking underlying fear in her eyes; a fear she has had since we met, a fear of loving me.

I brace an arm on the wall, my palm flat next to her face as my other moves to her body, down her arm, to the curve of her waist, to the silky soft flesh peeking from under her sweater for me to stroke with my thumb as the rest of my fingers firmly grip her hip. My hip.

“We are everything to each other…and you know it,” I say as I meet her eyes. They glisten, wet and shiny and beautiful in a way I hoped I would never be the cause of. Her teary gaze is unblinking, in utter disbelief that I was touching her again, that she was letting me touch her again.

“Don’t,” is all she whispers; one final plea as I firmly grasp the last brick of the wall she put up to keep me out and throw it away, out of sight where it could never be found again…I hope.

“August…” Another whisper.

“Y/N, I know I scared you and I know you heard a lot of bad things about me, but I would never hurt you, ever. And I’ll step away, I will, I promise I will, if you tell me to.” I never wanted to lie to her, but as the last of those words come out of my mouth, I know that is exactly what they are: A lie. I won’t ever step away.

I inch my head down to hers, my face closer to hers, my lips a hairs width away from hers, praying she won’t shove me away.

“Just tell me to.” I whisper against her lips.

But she doesn’t and so I press my lips to hers, taking her rosy, plump bottom one between my own.

She tastes the same. Too many months without this taste is like coming home after being at war and I savor every single generous second.

Then I feel it. A movement of her lips over mine, a small pressure that forces a moan from my throat, tingling both of our lips. I don’t waste another beat pulling her to me. Remembering this sensation of our bodies molded so perfectly together is intoxicating. I won’t, I can’t let her go. Not now. Not ever again.

Y/N POV

I’m still.

So still.

I can’t move, and I tell myself it is only because he has trapped me; that my anger is strong enough to paralyze me; that he is abusing me, and I just see too much red to focus on that fact. I tell myself that the chill running down my spine is from the wall he has me up against.

He looks at me like he wants me. It’s the way he has always looked at me. Devouring. Begging. Desperate.

He is moving, somehow closer than he already is and my body reacts to him, sensing a familiar stinging heat though his skin has yet to touch mine. I can feel my heart’s uncontrollable excitement and I’m screaming for it to shut up, to stop beating for him, stop humming for him, just stop living if that’s what it takes for him to go away. But it won’t, or can’t, or just doesn’t want to. I have no idea anymore, but I can’t look away from the hand inching its way toward my arm.

If you touch me, I will kill you, I repeat over in my head.

But it, he, moves closer.

If you touch me, I will kill you.

And closer.

If you touch me…

He looks at me, right in the Y/E/C of my eyes and the air is sucked from my lungs.

…I will kill you.

Then he touches me.

His hand rests gently on my shoulder and skims down my arm over the fabric of my too-thin sweater. My waist feels it and my belly flops as he strokes the skin that hasn’t felt his touch in months. It sings for him, my skin. It cries in relief and thanks me for not shoving him away.

Finally, it moans.

I think this must stop, now. Break the contact. Don’t let him control you. You have fought so hard to become the woman you are, a woman who needs no one, and now is not the time to give in to this feeling, but it feels so good and he has only stroked a thumb, a simple thumb, along an insignificant amount of my skin.

I am numb to everything but the fire of his fingertips.

“Don’t.” What a pathetic whisper. A lie.

But his gaze is unwavering.

“August…” I cry his name in my head over and over, but once again, my mouth fails me and it comes out so quietly, so soft.

He tells me he will stop if I tell him to. But his face is so close, his lips are so close. I feel his puffs of breath stroke my skin and it warms me from head to toe.

He whispers something again, but the blood rushing in my ears doesn’t allow me to comprehend. I think I need to pull away.

Not now, my mind screams at me. Don’t be an idiot, it yells.

He kisses me and my brain shuts down. I only feel softness and slight pressure and a moan that tingles my lips, but I can’t tell who it came from.

The taste is the same. His taste is the same. It’s sweet with hints of whiskey he must have had recently and it shoves me back in time, into the body of the woman who let her guard down and was dumb enough to fall in love with a man like him. Then I move my lips, just my lips, and I’m pulled so close to him. I feel his muscles; firm ridges and valleys through his shirt against my stomach and breasts.

It’s too much and not enough.

My hands seem to rise on their own accord and slide to his arms, up to his shoulders; the opposite trail he had touched me with. He groans into our kiss as his arms hold me tighter than I thought possible.

By the time my fingers are resting on the back of his neck, pressing his lips harder to mine in the first greedy act I have taken, he’s hoisted me up. His hands grasp my bottom to secure me and I am forced to remember the last night we had together before I left.

Every feeling I had the last time I was on top of him, sinking down onto him, moving my hips in a way that made us practically weep from pleasure, swallows me whole. I remember the feel of his fingers as he grabbed my backside to keep me firm against him.

Imprints were left that night. Stinging from where he would roughly slap a cheek. Bite marks on my shoulders, my neck, my breasts, that didn’t disappear for days. He made sure to claim me in every way possible again and again.

And now he was back for me, my heart, my soul, my love. And he would not waste a single drop of the flood that was pouring out of me.

I plant my palms on the stubble of his jaw and tilt my head, parting my lips to give us the chance to deepen this kiss, and it allows him to slip his silky, soft tongue in to caress mine.

He turns us and walks to the large bed in the middle of the room, never breaking our kiss, before gently laying me down on the plush comforter and ripping his shirt off over his head.

He really is the same, I think. Everything is exactly the same. Perfect in every single way. Strong shoulders, and thick arms, and toned abs that lead down to a defined V that disappears under the waist of his pants. And he’s looking at me like I brought him back to life, just like he did for me before I ran.

“Come here.” I whisper, reaching out a hand for him to take; reassuring him that I want him, this, everything he has to offer me.

He gives me a tentative look and for once I see the vulnerability that being together can bring out in us. He’d perfected his craft of illusion long ago, but now I sense little of that mask.

August takes my hand in his and I tug lightly. He catches himself from falling completely on top of me and gently lowers his body onto mine in the most delightfully sensual way anyone could.

August POV

She’s looking at me in a way that’s going to destroy me from the inside out; like I’ve hung the sun that only shines for her, and all I want is to see that look every minute of every day until I’ve memorized it so well I see it in my sleep.

‘Come here,’ she says, and reaches out her delicate hand. Fuck, I remember those hands on my body, and I’m almost not sure I can handle it again. If I have her now, I will need her forever, and it’s terrifying how much I want it.

But I take her hand and let her pull my body on top of hers, and I kiss her because I have to. Because if I don’t, I will lose my damn mind. It’s a horrifying feeling that only her lips can relieve, and I drink in every second that she lets me savor this; that she lets me kiss her top lip and then her bottom; lets me delicately bite one.

And when she moans, dear god, when she moans, my whole body tenses with desire for her. I want to wrap myself around her and run my hands through her silky, Y/H/C waves. I want to tear her sweater off and slip her pants down, until she is bare for me and me only, so I can show her just how in love with her I really am.

I want to feel every inch of her and rediscover every dimple in her flesh, every freckle, and every tiny mole that even she doesn’t know she has. Every scratch, every scar, and that section of stretch marks that I once ran my fingers along before trailing the length of them with kisses, I want only to be for me.

No one else, right? I want to ask her. There’s no other man but me, is there? Please let there be no one else. But she loops her arms around my neck and tugs me closer like she wants me to sink into her so we can just be one, and my mind momentarily flies out the window. Other men or not, from now on she is mine.

Then she pulls away and I’m afraid I’ve suddenly scared her, desperately wracking my brain for what I could’ve done in a matter of seconds. But she takes in a deep breath and her Y/E/C eyes meet mine as my name is lucky enough to be a sigh that passes through her plump lips.

“August…” She says again, and I close my eyes, dipping my forehead down to hers. I inhale and exhale. I would wait a million years for any words she would be willing to give me. “I do love you.”

And I was right.

She is going to destroy me.

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brittle-doughie · 2 years

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Okay what about other cookies, like the epics from crk, the evil cookies from both (again) crk and cr oven break, e.t.c. What if they all got infected? Like rye, or the evil cookies, idk

Various Cookies as Jellywalkers

Been a hot minute since I’ve done Jellywalker AU related stuff. :O

Caramel Arrow Walker would keep overwatch of you from a distance. She retains enough intelligence to keep her memories of you and her skills as the First Watcher. Her aim is a little wobbly, but she’s still pretty damn accurate with that bow. Ferocious in close combat, she ranks high on being a guardian walker to you. Oh yeah, she also shares any jellied boba tea she’s got with you.

Cookies who take you away from the group are considered crooks to Rye Walker and activate that part of her infected side as she hunts down the Y/N Cookie thieves. A living zombie with guns is a nightmare to any crooks who plan on taking you away, she’s pretty much aiming to crumble at this rate, so don’t expect mercy, they forfeited that when they chose to kidnap you. Expect her on the frontlines when she can take care of those goons right away.

The plans to assimilate you into the Cookies of Darkness worked! In a way. Pomegranate, Poison Mushroom, Affogato, Red Velvet, Lobster, the Chess Twins, Licorice, and Earl Grey all had their own methods of swiping you to join their side, why side with these pesky cookies of good when you can join them and Dark Enchantress! They’d treat you better! Well, even the CoD were no match for the unsurmountable force that was the jellywalker infection. And while in the end, DE is happy to see that you were convinced to come see her, she just didn’t expect you to come with both her now infected members and a massive horde in tow. The group joins the inner area of the horde, sharing what they find with you and gang up on other infected on who gets to give you a gift first.

Raspberry Walker is another one of the guardian walkers, though she’s butting heads with Pistachio, Knight, and Financier Walkers over who gets to stay close and protect you. More prone to show off her blade skills she somewhat retains to tell you that you need her and only her to keep you safe, the others will just slack off! This would give her the angry protests of the others, as if she would care at all about that.

Wildberry Walker especially is a guardian walker. His duty to protect those whom he holds dear carried on over to his infected state. The protecter of both Hollyberry Cookie and Y/N Cookie, all you would need to do is say the word and he’s charging head-on towards the enemy. His strength makes him a dangerous cookie, but that’s a plus for the mob considering his role. Just grumble at him to do so and he’s already pulverizing the wretched survivor into the ground.

#brittle answers #jelly walkers x reader #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #yandere cookie run kingdom #cookie wars x reader #yandere cookie run #caramel arrow cookie #cookies of darkness #wildberry cookie #rye cookie #raspberry cookie

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its--fandom--darling · 4 years

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Angel

Pairing: Bodyguard!August Walker x Plus Size!Reader

Prompt: Angel

Rating: S for Spicy(18+)

A/N: I’m not super confident in this. I might continue it if y’all like it. It’s my first attempt at writing august and I hope I did him justice.

You straightened your halo one last time and smoothed your hands over your costume. The white silk dress was an expensive gift from the last man that was trying to garner your favor. Being the daughter of an oil tycoon made you the prime target for men looking to get ahead. Especially those who thought you’d be so lucky to be with them based on your size. All the attention caused by being an heiress was enough to convince your father to hire a bodyguard for you. Enter August Walker. The man was imposing and stern but so handsome that one look from him in your general direction turned your knees to jelly. As hard as you had tried to impress him, he was ever professional you’d hoped tonight would change that. Picking up your over the top, custom made angel wings and slipped them on. Finally you stepped into your heels. One more inspection in the mirror and you were ready to go. Grabbing your crystal studded clutch you stepped out of your bedroom and smiled at August as he looked up at you. The change in his face was almost unreadable, but you noticed the clench in his jaw as he raked his eyes over you.

“How do I look handsome?” you asked, twirling for him slowly.

August stood up to his full height. “Like you’ll catch your death if you don’t wear a jacket.”

You pout at him. “You’re absolutely no fun, Auggie,” you tease, poking him in the chest.

“It’s August, now go find a jacket,” he says, in an gruff voice that sent shivers down your back.

You roll your eyes, “Yes, daddy.” You turn and head towards the closet pulling out a golden pashmina. “I can’t wear a jacket with these wings, do you approve of my shawl?”

He grunts, “You’re going to be late.”

You carefully drape the shawl over your shoulders. “All the cool people are late, August. That’s just how it goes., however, I’m ready so we can go.”

“Perfect, the car is already here and waiting.

You watch as he takes long strides towards the door, biting your lip as the muscles in his back flex under his black button down. While August had refused to wear a costume, his all black attire leant a sinister vibe to him that contrasted perfectly with your display of innocence. You followed him out into the hall and into the elevator. He pressed the lobby button and folded his hands in front of him. “I know what you’re doing, Angel,” he said, without looking at you.

You snap your eyes to him, shocked by his use of an endearment. “What am I doing, Auggie?”

“You’re playing fire and if you continue to do so, you will get burned. However, when the time comes you will be calling me sir.”

You suppress a shiver and scoff to cover your arousal.

He reaches out and presses the stop button, before turning to you.

“What are you doing?” you ask, the shiver in your voice betraying you.

“You said that all the cool people are late, did you not?” he says, rolling up his sleeves to revel his massive, corded forearms. You nod, slowly, entranced by the man in front of you.

“Well, then I feel like we have some time to spare then don’t we?”

You swallow thickly.

“Words, Angel. You won’t get anything if you don’t use your words.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl, now, take off your panties.”

“What?!”

August looks up at you, quirking his eyebrow.

“You heard me, Angel.”

You lick your lips before slipping the silk dress up your thighs enough to push your lace panties down your thick thighs until you can step out of them.

He extends his hand for them. You reach down, pick them up and carefully place them in palm. He lifts them to his nose and breathes in. “You smell divine.”

You can’t contain the whimper the creeps from your throat.

He chuckles at the sounds, “I’m going to have so much fun ruining you.”

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#august walker x reader #implied smut #reader insert #october 22nd

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baseballbitch116 · 4 years

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PB&J

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

Request: Daryl x Reader where they go out hunting or something but the reader gets hurt and Daryl has to get her back home before she bleeds out or something? Just some hurt/comfort with Daryl and the reader

Setting: Takes place in S6 before the Saviors - inspired by S4E13 with Beth and Daryl

Word Count: 1296

Warnings: none, just some good ol flufffff ♥

A/N: I know this doesn’t involve the reader being seriously injured but I hope you like this :)

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Daryl was pretty upset when you got hurt while you were out hunting with him. He was teaching you how to track - something the two of you had done together numerous times over the last few months, but something had gone wrong this time. A rotting walker hidden under a lot of dirt and debris had grabbed your foot out of nowhere, causing you to tumble down a few foot slope, hurting your ankle.

Daryl killed the walker and within seconds was by your side. “Ya alright?” He asks as he glances around, checking your surroundings. When he knows the coast is clear he bends to help you up but you let out a screech when you put pressure on your right ankle, collapsing back to the ground. “Shit,” Daryl mutters, taking your foot into his lap. He raises your pant leg to look at the ankle and gently moves it, watching your face tense up in pain when he does so. “Probably sprained it.” He grumbles.

Of course he blames himself for you getting hurt. It had nothing to do with him but in his mind, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt if he had been paying closer attention. Thankfully you guys were only a short walking distance away from the walls of Alexandria, but you still weren’t going to be able to walk there. Daryl helped you onto your feet, making sure you kept your right foot raised while you leaned on him for support. You held onto his shoulder as best as you could as he guided you up the slope and through the trees, hopping along slowly.

Eventually Daryl gave up and told you to stop, helping you lean your back against a tree so that he could let you go. He readjusted his crossbow so that it was swung around his chest, then lowered himself in front of you and extended his arms. “Hop on,” You stare at his back for a second before letting out a quick chuckle.

“Seriously?” You ask. Daryl wasn’t normally one for initiating any sort of physical contact, let alone letting you wrap your whole body around him to be carried.

“Serious piggyback. C’mon,” He grumbles, readjusting himself as he waits for you to climb on. You decide not to argue with him and jump onto his back as best as you can. He lets out a huff as he adjusts his grasp on your thighs and you try not to focus on his large hands gripping you there. It wasn’t like you and Daryl had never done anything, being as you had been together since the prison - but it was usually rare that you had any physical affection from the man - not that this was affection.

You clear your head as he begins walking back toward the front gate from the woods, keeping an eye out for the two of you as he carried you. Aaron gave you guys a strange look as he opened the gate up and you hid your face in Daryl’s shoulder, feeling your cheeks burning. Most people knew that you guys were together, but no one ever really saw you guys do anything - so this must have been a sight. You were pretty sure that Daryl wasn’t liking all the looks that he was receiving as he passed by different people on his way to Denise’s “office” to get your ankle checked out, but he didn’t say anything.

After confirming that you had sprained your ankle, Denise wrapped it up for you and gave Daryl instructions on how to take care of you for the next few days. He stood awkwardly with his arms crossed as she showed him how she was wrapping your ankle and told him how to keep your foot positioned. He nodded and grunted every so often and you tried hard to keep a straight face at the scene.

Rick offered to help you get back to the house that you guys shared with him and some of the others, which Daryl surprisingly turned down. Instead, he lifted you up bridal style and carried you back to the house himself. You were sure you were not light to carry and he had to walk over a block to get there, but he didn’t seem to struggle much. He set you down gently in the kitchen on the island counter before moving around to put his things away. You sat there and watched him, trying not to let your sappiness get the best of you. Times like this, where Daryl showed how much he cared about you, really meant a lot to you.

“What?” He asks when he spots you watching him. You shrug your shoulders and look away, your eyes wandering aimlessly around the kitchen. “Hungry?” He asks, approaching one of the cabinets.

“Yeah,” You respond, watching him as he pulled out a few different items.

“How’s it feel?” He asks as he starts spreading peanut butter onto a piece of bread. Watching him do this makes you feel almost domestic, but you ignore the longing feeling and continue watching him.

“Just sore.” You say. He lets out a grunt in response as he folds the two pieces of bread together and hands you the peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He grabs the nearly empty jelly container and leans against the counter across from you, watching you take a bite. He would never admit it, but he didn’t mind taking care of you like this.

“Thanks babe.” You tease by the use of the pet-name. Daryl rolls his eyes with a smirk and shoves two fingers into the container, messily coating them in jelly before jamming them into his mouth. You let out a gasp and giggle at his disgusting behavior, enjoying his jelly covered smirk. “You got a little somethin... There.” You joke, pointing at his whole face. He licks his fingers clean and then his lips before setting the container back onto the counter. “C’mere,” You mutter, motioning him toward you with a finger.

Daryl gives you a look before moving to stand in front of you, basically at the same height now because of your seat on the island counter. You grab his bare arm and tug him closer so that he is standing between your legs. He cocks an eyebrow at you but says nothing, clearly a bit taken aback by your bold actions. You raise your hand up and brush your thumb against the corner of his mouth, capturing the rogue spot of jelly he missed before sticking the tip of your thumb in your mouth to lick it off.

His intense blue eyes watch you as you do so, his expression changing to one that you don’t quite recognize. Taking in the intimacy of your position, you are dying to kiss him. Sure, you’ve kissed before - but it was rare, like most of you physical attention from him. You lean in slowly, giving him a chance to back away if he wants to, but he doesn’t - so you press you lips against his softly.

The kiss is slow and tender but it takes your breath away. You pull away just enough to lean your forehead against his, “Thank you,” You mumble as you move back.

“For wha?” He questions, his husky voice a little deeper than a moment ago.

“Helping me. Being you. Everything.” You say. He studies you for a moment before shrugging.

“Ya hit yer head too?” He taunts halfheartedly, grabbing the jelly again and sticking his middle finger back into it, making you chuckle.

“I dunno maybe.” You joke, picking your sandwich back up and taking another bite. Daryl leans back against the counter and watches you as you guys eat together, taking in the peaceful moment together.

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buckyscrystalqueen · 4 years

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Meant To Be: Part 2

Pairings: Machine Gun Kelly x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drug use, descriptions of an overdose

Word Count: 2,384

A/N: Y’all can thank @wings-of-a-raven for this one….

Part 1

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“Well look what the cat dragged in.” Your step mother, Anne cooed in her deep Southern accent as you walked into your family run road side stand to see if your dad could use an extra hand behind the register. “Wait until your father hears the good news! And look at this handsome little bean!”

“Is he here?” You asked as you pushed your Chanel sunglasses on top of your head and dropped the strap of your diaper bag on the handle of the stroller.

“He’s out back, sugar.” She said as she gestured behind herself, vaguely while making faces at Gage. “Hello! Hello!” Your poor son, who had never met his grandparents before, started to cry, which made the damaged half of you giggle the slightest bit since Anne was the reason your parents got divorced in the first place.

“Oh, let’s go find grandpa, bubba.” You cooed as you stepped to the side of the stroller so Gage could see you as you pushed the stroller toward the back. “Oh, my goodness I know! The mean scary lady got right in your face…”

“Oh!” Anne gasped at your back. “Well bless your heart!”

“My heart don’t need blessin’!” You called out over your shoulder with a smile.

“The hell did you say to her this time?” Your dad, Ross called out from under his 1972 Ford pick up.

“I didn’t say anything.” You said with a shrug as you let Gage chew on your finger to calm himself down. “I need work.”

“What, did that bright California sun finally burn all your nonsense hopes and dreams away?”

“Nope, the piece of shit baby daddy did that in three minutes and twenty two seconds.” Ross sighed and dropped his wrench in the dirt he was laying on and slid out from under the car to look at you.

“I never liked that punk anyways.” He sighed as he looked you up and down. “You look good, kid.”

“Thanks, pop.” You sighed as you ran your fingers through your freshly dyed red hair and put your sunglasses back on. “Now if only the modeling agencies would overlook the c-section scar like they did the thick thighs… and you know, the whole heroin addiction shit.”

“Yea, fuck those dumb shits.” He grumbled as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. “Wouldn’t know a good thing if it punched ‘em in the dick.”

“You need a hand behind the register?” You asked as you took an offered smoke and stood up.

“I’m guessin’ this little slugger’s taggin’ along?” He asked as you turned your stroller around so Gage could still see you when you smoked.

“Someone’s gotta count the register.” Your dad nodded his head slowly as he looked at his grandson and took a long drag of his cigarette.

“Fuck kinda name is Gage, anyway?”

“One that I fucking picked, asshole.” You laughed as you looked over at him. “Jesus, old man.”

“Gage.” He repeated with a shake of his head. “Sounds like a damn car part.”

“You’re an idiot.” You laughed as he pat your cheek and crouched down to go back to work.

“You leave your step-mama alone if you’re sitting at that register all day!” He called out as he picked up his wrench. “And don’t you be eatin’ all the damn honey sticks like your sister, neither or I’m dockin’ your pay, too!”

“Never liked the honey sticks anyways!” You called back before taking one last drag of your cigarette and heading inside. “I’ll take it from here.” You said as sweetly as you could to Anne as you pushed the stroller up beside the hand made counter your older brother had made when you were just a kid.

“Unbelievable.” She sighed as she grabbed her water bottle and got up from her little chair to go and complain to your dad. With a victorious smile, you picked your son up out of his car seat and smiled broadly at him as you waited for the couple customers in the store to pick out what they wanted.

——

“So the misfit daughter came back home.” Your older brother, Junior, said as he came into the farm stand the next morning with a giant teasing smile on his face. “Shit, when did he get so big?”

“I ask myself that every morning.” You sighed as you turned down the music playing on your phone, stood up, and headed around the counter to say hi to your brother. “How’s the fields?”

“Field-y.” He chuckled as he gave you a dirt covered one armed hug. “Still taking your clothes off for money?”

“You’re a fucking idiot. No, don’t touch my baby!” You snapped as you whacked at your brother’s hands. “I’m mad at you!”

“Oh, boo hoo.” He teased as he leaned over the side of the pack and play and reached in to brush his knuckle across Gage’s cheek. “Seriously, though. He’s adorable.” You thanked him softly and pulled your chair over to sit for a little bit while you monitored the morning delivery of the fresh produce. “You want me to kill him?”

“You don’t have to kill him.” You sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair. “I just… shit, I don’t even know anymore.”

“What don’t we know?” Your sister, Tabby asked as she came in the front with eggs from her chickens.

“What I’m gunna do with myself anymore.” You breathed as you rested your elbow on the counter and propped your head up on your palm. “I just keep asking myself where the fuck I went wrong in my life?”

“When you became a stripper.” Tabby said as she put the eggs in the old Coke fridge.

“I was never…”

“When you started dating that dickhead.” Junior interrupted as he pointed at your baby sister.

“When you though doing coke at dad’s wedding was a good idea.”

“When you dropped out of high school.”

“That time you drank a whole bottle of tequila at my graduation.”

“When you moved to California in the middle of the night without a word.”

“That time…”

“OK, enough you two.” You barked as you whacked Junior’s arm because he was the closest. “I get it, alright? I’m the black sheep of the family.”

“You two leave your sister alone and get back to work.” Ross said as he carried in a large box of cucumbers. “Shit ain’t gunna carry itself in.” You let out an exhausted sigh and gave your father a grateful smile as he paused just long enough to pat the counter. “You too, (Y/N). Those jelly jars won’t make it out on the shelves by themselves.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And you better turn that assholes music off!” He yelled as he headed back out to finish unloading the truck. You scowled at his back and grabbed your cell phone to turn off YouTube and the amateur videos you had been watching from MGK’s show in Salt Lake City the night before to get to work.

——

“Dre!” You shouted from your kitchen counter top, where you had been flirting with another model from the agency you worked for that had just done a Harley Davidson shoot with you earlier that day. “Baby!”

“Lookin’ dime!” Your friend shouted over the loud music as he came over to give you a hug hello. “Brought my boy I was tellin’ you about.” You sat up with a giant smile and looked at the tall, super skinny white boy that was standing in your crowded living room.

“Well fuck me runnin’ naked in a corn field.” You groaned with a giant smile on your face as you jumped down off the counter and pulled your very short black dress down over your thick thighs a little more. “(Y/N).”

“Call me Kels.” He said as he shook your head and looked you up and down. “Damn. Dre said you were fuckin’ fine but I’m pretty sure that don’t even fucking begin to cover it.”

“Oh, a charmer.” You teased as you laced your arm with his and turned toward your friend. “Can I keep him, pretty please? He seems like so much fun.”

“You’re in for a wild ride with that one.” Dre joked as he handed Kels a mixed drink from the alcohol you had lined up on your bar.

“Wait, you don’t want that shit!” You said quickly as you yanked the cup out of Kels hand before he could even take a sip. “Handsome guy like you deserves my personal fave. Help me.” With a glance back at Dre, he held on to your hips and gave you a small push so you could climb up on the counter. You teetered a bit in your heels as you grabbed a half empty bottle of Johnnie Walker blue label from on top of the cabinets, and turned back toward him. “I have to hide it from the Goddamn heathens.”

“You’re gunna break your fuckin’ neck, girl.” Kels laughed as he grabbed your hips again and pulled you off the counter. You squeaked when you accidentally landed on his toes and fell forward into his tattooed chest.

“Jesus, when the fuck did my Southern ass stop being able to hold my fucking liquor.” You giggled as you placed your hand on his chest to catch your balance. He shrugged as you looked up into the most blue eyes you had ever seen. “Damn. I really wanna keep you…”

“I think that can be arranged.” He said through a smirk as he gave your hip a small squeeze. A slight blush crept up your cheeks and you cleared your throat as you held up the liquor bottle.

“Drink to it?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

Colson laid in his bunk after yet another show, slowly flipping through photos from the cloud on his new phone from the first night you met. He remembered that night so well, the way your laugh made everything in his world feel right. The sweet noises he pulled out of you as he fucked you relentlessly in your bed while the party raged on the other side of the wall. And he especially remembered the small whine you made when he tried to leave.

“Stay with me.” You whispered as you reached up to try and rub your reddish pink lipstick off his throat. “Looks like you have to, because I marked you.”

He smiled at the memory as he got to the last photo from that small bunch; the one he had taken the next morning before you had to rush out the door for work, 20 minutes late because he couldn’t help himself but to take you once more. You were laying in bed in the shirt he had worn to the party, your hair was a mess, and you had a small smudge of mascara under your eyes that hadn’t come off the night before when you washed your face. To this day, he thought it was one of the most beautiful photos of you he had ever seen.

“Damn, baby.” He sighed as he brushed his thumb across the screen. “What the fuck happened to us, girl?” With a huff, he grabbed his cigarettes and got out of bed, even though it was nearly six in the morning and he had just finished a concert in Oklahoma. He plodded past the other bunks and flopped down on one of the couches as he looked at the same photo. He laid the phone down gently and reached for a joint, before grabbing a receipt off the table and a pen. He sat back in his spot and started jotting down ideas for a new song for you.

——

“It’s not fucking right.” Kels said for the hundredth time as he listened to the playback of your song. His band groaned as he stood back up and headed back toward the small studio in his tour bus. “Let’s do it again…”

“Kels.” JP sighed as he stuck his arm out in front of the door. “Man… you gotta stop.”

“Don’t gotta go shit.”

“Bro!” The younger man shouted as he stood up and got into his ‘brother’s’ face. “The reason it doesn’t sound perfect is because (Y/N) isn’t the one hearing it. Shit is gunna sound rough as fuck to you until she hears it and we all fucking know it. You’ve been a royal dick for weeks…”

“Man, fuck off.”

“No, you fuck off!” JP roared as he shoved the singer back. “Go fucking find her already! Even if you don’t want her and you just want your fucking kid, go do something about it! Because you’re a fucking dick that none of us wanna be around right now!” Kels looked around at the rest of his crew, who were all either slowly nodding their head in agreement or looking away to avoid the wrath Kels had been dishing out the last few weeks, before he sighed loudly and took a step back to sit down on the closest chair. His eyes drifted outside to the scenery racing past and he caught a glimpse of a road sign that had a city he knew was near your hometown on it.

“Yo, pull over.” He said as he got up and headed toward the front of the bus. “Pull over!”

“We’re on the interstate…” The driver tried as he gestured to the road while Kels quickly pulled on his sneakers and grabbed his phone.

“Pull the fuck over!”

“Just take this exit.” Slim said, calmly as he pulled Kels back away from the door. “We’re going, OK?”

“What about Atlanta?!” His manager, Ashleigh, shouted as she finally looked up from the email she had been reading.

“Cancel it.” Kels said simply as he pushed down the seat above the stairs and sat down to wait impatiently. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly googled the first and frankly, the only place he’d know where to find you. “Take 85 east. That way.” With a slightly hesitant nod of his head, the driver followed the artists direction as the guys and girls in the back of the bus simply sat down and shut up for the first time in a long time.

Part 3

#machine gun kelly x reader #mgk x reader #colson baker x reader #meant to be

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pansexualgrapes · 4 years

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All Better: Part II

Daryl Dixon x reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, fluff, some angst,

Author’s Note: This takes place many years after Part I, about a month after Rick’s group gets to Alexandria.

It’s him. After all this time. After everything. And it’s him standing in front of you. You’d imagined it so many times, wishing you could see him one last time. It seems too good to be true. After all the shit you’ve been through, how could you be this lucky? You want to reach out and touch him, just to make sure he’s real and you’re not stuck in a terrible dream.

Daryl stands with his crossbow pointed at her. He hasn't figured out why she no longer points her gun at him, why she seems frozen in place. But then she says his name, and it’s like a slap in the face.

“Daryl?” she whispers, her eyes wide with disbelief.

He feels like time has stopped. For a second, he forgets how to breathe. His heart stops beating in his chest. His crossbow lowers in slow-motion. His whole body feels like jelly, and his mind feels fuzzy. But then she laughs, and he can breathe again. Time starts up like a broken carousel around him. Her laughter echoes among the trees, and the sound shakes him to his core. He’s never heard anything more beautiful. She laughs as her eyes fill with tears and her shoulders shake. She falls to her knees as she laughs, or cries, Daryl can’t really tell. He’s still trying to understand how she’s really here in front of him. He needs to know that she’s real. He doesn't think he can take it if she isn’t. He tentatively steps forward and kneels beside her. She’s looking at him now, tears trailing down her face. She reaches out a shaky hand and brushes away the hair from his eyes. He leans into her touch, his cheek pressed against her palm, and lets out a shaky breath he didn’t know he was holding. She wraps her arms around his neck and he squeezes her against him, afraid that if he lets go she’ll disappear.

He doesn’t know how long they sit like that, but when he pulls back the sky is turning pink and orange as the sun sets. He looks at her, sees how much she’s changed. She no longer has the same air as when they were younger. She’s stronger, physically and mentally. Her hair is shorter than he remembers it, and she is covered in dirt, sweat, and grime, but she is still absolutely beautiful to Daryl.

He finally manages to say something to her, even though his voice is gravely and hoarse.

“We have a place. It has walls, power, food. Come back with me.” he implores.

You look at him, surprised.

“Like actual walls? Big walls?” you ask.

He nods.

“And other people? How many? How have they survived? Do they have houses?” you question.

He smiles a little. You’re still just as talkative as before.

“I’ll answer all your questions. Promise. But we should head back. It’s easier to understand when you see it.” He assures.

You take a deep breath and nod. You have so many questions, and not just about his group, but about him as well. He’s changed, you can see that much, but some things are still the same. He stands the same. His eyes are the same. He still looks at you the same.

He leads you through the woods until you come to a motorcycle partially hidden by branches. Daryl tosses the branches aside and rolls his motorbike onto the road as you follow closely behind. He sits on the bike, but you hesitate to get on. It’s all so surreal You stare at him, your fingers twitching nervously at your sides. Daryl looks over at you, sees you waiting anxiously, almost as if you need permission to share this with him again. You don’t know if you’re the same, if you’re okay again. He nods his head, motioning for you to get on behind him. You move forward and swing your leg over the bike, your arms apprehensively go around his waist. You feel him tense a little, but he starts up the bike and pushes off the asphalt till he’s steady, and starts driving home. You rest your head against his back, just like you used to do when you were younger. You close your eyes and let the sound of the bike remind of you of the endless dirt roads you used to drive down with him. You might as well be there right now, stuck in a moment in time, without worry, pain, or heart-ache. Protected, accepted, loved. Seconds with Daryl feel like infinity to you. You don’t know how long you stay like that against him, but eventually you feel the bike slow. You raise your head and a surprised gasp leaves your lips. Even though Daryl had told you about the walls, their size still shocks you. You never thought you’d see a place like this. You’d been surviving for so long, basically by yourself, this was almost unimaginable.

The gate in front of Daryl and you opens and he drives in. You’re surprised again by the houses. Perfect, neat, the kind of houses that held brunches and potlucks. But what shocks you most is the people. They’re all walking around nonchalantly. most of them without weapons. They are smiling and laughing. They are clean and have washed clothes, and they look well fed. Kids run around laughing. No ones afraid or panicking. This is all so surreal. It’s hard to wrap your mind around.

Daryl pulls into the garage of what you assume is his house. He turns the engine off and dismounts, turning to you to help you off. You take his hand with a small smile. All of the sudden you feel him grip your hand, and he brings it closer to him to inspect it. There’s a long, poorly-bandaged cut across your palm.

“You need to get that cleaned up. Come on we’ll go to the infirmary.” Daryl grunts.

You shake your head. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“Nah, it could get infected. Come on let’s go.” Daryl persists.

You sigh but nod. He’s still just as stubborn.

People stare at you as you walk. You must look pretty wild; covered in dirt, mud, and blood. Your hair is tangled and dirty. You still have your weapons. All their eyes on you make you feel a awkward, and you wrap your arms around yourself as you walk.

Daryl notices. “You cold?” he asks.

You shake your head, even though it is almost nighttime and it’s getting a little chilly. “I'm okay, thanks.” you say.

He leads you to a small white building. Its warm when you enter, and there’s a lamp shining where a blonde woman sits, studying a big green book. She looks up when she hears you. She looks at your disheveled state, but doesn’t seem very surprised.

“Hi, how can I help you?” she asks.

Daryl tells her that he found you while he was on a run, and that you need help with any cuts or wounds. The lady nods as he explains. When he finishes, she directs you over to a bed to sit on.

“Hi, I’m Denise.” she says.

“Y/N.” you reply. You lift your palm for her to see.

“What’s it from?” Denise asks.

“Old piece of tin.” you answer.

You sorta phase out while Denise is taking care of you. The shock of today has settled in and you barely feel the sting of the antiseptic when she cleans the cut. Daryl sits next to you on a stool. You’ re glad he’s there, first because you weren’t paying enough attention on your way here to find your way back, and second, you really didn’t want him to leave. You feel like if he goes away you’ll wake up and this will all be a dream.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Denise speaks.

“There’s a little bit of blood on your shirt. Is that from a walker or are you hurt?” she questions.

“I have a small cut there.” you admit. She asks you to lay down so she can get to it properly, and you oblige, laying on your back. Denise lifts you shirt just enough to see the wound and you notice her eyes flick to the old scars that were still raised on your stomach. She doesn’t mention them though, and she busies herself cleaning and stitching your cut. You glance over at Daryl and see him looking at your exposed skin. He’s chewing on his thumb nail, and habit, you notice, that he still hasn’t broken. You can’t tell what he’s thinking about; maybe his own scars, maybe that night at the lake when you were sixteen.

Daryl feels you gazing upon him, realizes he’s staring and looks away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. His eyes are hidden behind his hair, which is much longer than last time you saw him.

Pretty soon, Denise is done and she lets you go. You stand up, careful not to mess up her hard work. You follow Daryl out of the infirmary, and pay closer attention to where he’s leading you on your way back. He takes you to the same house where he had stored his bike, except this time he goes up the steps. You follow him inside, a little bit nervous. The inside of the house is almost as overwhelming as walking through the gates. It’s an actual house. It’s not broken, or dirty. It has decorations, a stove, a fridge. You wrap your arms around yourself as your eyes roam over all these things that are so normal yet so unfamiliar.

“I was thinking- well I thought it’d be better if you, ya’ know, stay here tonight.” Daryl stutters, rubbing the back of his head. “There ain’t any free beds, but the couch pulls out.”

You nod, “That sounds fine. I’m just glad that I don’t have to sleep outside.” you say with a nervous laugh.

“We’ll get you settled into house tomorrow. Get you some clothes and everything like that.” he says. He can see that your on edge. You’re probably still reeling from, well, everything.

At that moment, you hear someone coming down the stairs. You look up to see a very pretty dark-skinned woman coming down the stairs. She stops when she sees you, her eyes flicking to Daryl.

Daryl, who’s this?” she questions warily.

“This is Y/N. Found her outside. She’s good.” he answers.

You look back and forth between the woman and Daryl. They seem good friends, maybe even...The thought makes you want to cry. Of course you have no right to come barging back into Daryl’s life and demand that things go back to the way they were between you, but you had hoped.

“Y/N, this is Michonne,” Daryl grunts.

“Oh. Hi.” you say, giving a small wave. You feel really awkward and even more overwhelmed.

Michonne descends slowly down the stairs, looking you over. She’s not afraid to show you that she’s judging you. It’s not safe to trust people at first glance in this world anymore.

“How many walkers have you killed Y/N?” she asks.

You glance at Daryl. It’s a weird question, but there’s no harm in answering it.

“Um. Way too many to count.” you answer

“How many people have you killed?” she asks, looking you dead in the eye.

You don’t want to answer the question, it makes to many emotions rise to the surface. But, Michonne doesn’t look like she’s giving you the option to not answer.

“A lot... too many,” you whisper.

“Why?” she says.

You bite your lip to stop it from trembling. “I had to survive. Had to hurt people, kill people, leave people behind, to survive. I didn’t want to but...” you stop, fearing if you continue you won’t be able so quell the tears threatening to fall.

“Hhmm. Okay.” she says. “Come on, I’ll help you find the shower and some clean clothes.”

Your eyes widen. “Shower?” you ask. “There are actual showers here?”

Michonne laughs, “Yep. I was surprised when I first got here too.”

“Wow,” you whisper. This day just keeps getting crazier.

Michonne nods her head towards one of the hallways, gesturing for you to follow her. You look at Daryl with wide eyes. You don’t really want to leave him. You just found him.

Daryl sees the uncertainty in those big eyes of hers, begging silently for him to not leave her. “Go on. I’ll be here when you get back. Promise.” he reassures.

You gulp, but nod, and follow Michonne down the hallway. She leads you to a small bathroom.

“Stay here. I’m going to get you some fresh clothes.” she says.

You mumble a quiet thank you as she leaves. You sit on the toilet lid and take a deep breath. The shock as sort of worn off, and now you’re left fidgeting and thinking about everything that has happened today. Even though you’re in a walled community, about to take a shower in an actual house, you’re still mainly thinking about Daryl. How different he is. How some parts of him are still the same. If he has a partner or not. If he still loves you.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Michonne enters again.

“Here you go,” she says as she hands you a stack of clothes. “I hope they fit okay. I’ll be around if you have any questions.”

“Thank you so much,” you say. She’s about to leave when you speak up. “Wait. I do have one question, if you don’t mind me asking.”

She just nods, so you continue, “Are you and Daryl- I mean is he your-”

She lets out a laugh. “No no. We’re just very good friends. I’m with his best friend, Rick, who I’m sure you’ll meet tomorrow. Don’t worry, he’s not taken.” she says with a wink. You can’t help the breath of relief that escapes your lips at her words.

“And before I go, your name, it sounds familiar. Y/N, as in Daryl’s Y/N?” she questions

You blush from you ears down to the tips of your toes at being called his.

“He’s talked about me?” you ask.

“Not to me, no, but Rick mentioned it once.”

“Oh, okay.” you mumble.

“I’ll leave you to it.” Michonne says with a small smile before closing the door behind her.

The shower feels so amazing. You almost want to cry when the hot water runs down your body, washing dirt and blood down the drain. You know you take an extremely long time in there, but it just feels too damn good to be actually clean again. You finally turn the water off after at least an hour, and wrap yourself in the towel that Michonne gave you. You quickly dry off and change into the clothes that MIchonne provided. They fit pretty well, and they’re comfortable and soft, but most of all they’re clean and they don’t smell. You breath in the scent of fresh laundry, a smell that you were sure you’d never experience again. You decide to throw your old clothes away. They’re dirty, stained and ripped, not really worth saving. You finally crack the door open and step into the hallway, steam escaping from the bathroom behind you. You quietly make your way back to the kitchen, in case someone is asleep. You think that Daryl probably went to bed, but you find him pulling sheets onto the pull-out bed in the living room. You watch him carefully lay enough blankets to cover a small army over the bed. He really doesn’t want you to be cold. He wants you to feel safe, you think.

He stands when he sees you leaning in the door way.

“Hey.” you whisper.

Hey.” he murmurs.

“Let me help you.” you move to reach for a blanket but he stops you.

“Nah, go on and wait in the kitchen. I’ll make you something to eat in a bit.” he offers.

“Daryl no. You don’t have to-”

“Please.” he interrupts.

You’re about to argue again, but something in his eyes tells you that he wants, no needs, to take care of you right now.

“Okay.” you concede. You turn back and head to where you saw the kitchen. You take a seat at one of the chairs. You really are hungry, and very thirsty now that you think of it. But, you don't want to go rooting around in Daryl's kitchen. You can wait a couple more minutes, let him make you an actual meal; a meal that you won’t have to ration or scavenge for.

Daryl walks in. “How hungry are you?” he questions.

“Very.” you reply with a light laugh. He smiles a little at that, remembering how you were always hungry when you were kids, even after eating a full meal.

He gets you a glass of water first, and you gulp it down gratefully. Then he sets about making you a sandwich. You can’t help but watch his arm and back muscles move as he works. He’s still so strong.

“Daryl.” you say.

“Hhmm,” he grunts.

“I missed you.” you divulge.

You see the tips of his ears turn red. “I know.” he mutters.

Daryl Dixon, still not a man of many words.

“There was never day I didn’t think about you after I left,” you admit .

“I know.” he repeats, still making you food, but listening intently.

“I went back to Georgia to look for you, after it all started, but you were gone without a trace. I didn’t want to stop looking for you, but..” you trail off, letting the silence finish for you.

“I know. I looked for you, too. Thought you were dead. There was blood all over your apartment, I just assumed the worst.” he reveals.

“Probably my room mate. She refused to leave with me when the city fell. looks like it didn’t turn out too well for her.” you pause for a moment, trying to think of what to say. You have so much you want to ask him, so much you want to tell him.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “For everything. For leaving, for hurting you, for calling you a coward.”

You look up at him, expecting to see anger in his eyes, but instead you see sadness, regret.

He sets a plate with a sandwich in front of you. “You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry for.” he objects. “You were right. Everything you said was true. I was scared. Scared of a lot of things. Scared of leaving. Scared of having to grow up. But mostly I was scared of how much I loved you. I thought that if I was happy, then something would come along and take that away. I was scared because, if I loved you that much, then losing you would be even harder. I was just waitin’ for you to find someone better; someone who could give you the world. I was so stupid, and I lost you anyway.” he confesses, his voice shaking a little.

You reach out with a trembling hand to take his own. Surprisingly, he doesn't pull away.

"I never did.”

He looks at you, confused.

“I never did find someone better than you. I never needed the world, just you. And you didn’t lose me, because I’m right here in front of you. We’re in the middle of the goddamn apocalypse and we still found each other. We got a second chance, and I'm not willing to let this," you gesture between the two of you, "go to waste."

You wait for him to say something, anything. You chew your lip nervously.

Daryl's silent for a moment before he squeezes your hand. "Alright." he whispers, meeting your gaze.

You smile, "Alright."

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Love Don’t Hate It - 4

Pairing: Dyn Djarrin x reader

Warnings: Fighting

Summary: You help the farmers fight the Klatooinians

A/n: Sorry that this is so late

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Training a group of farmers was excruciating, they were trying their best, but definitely couldn’t survive in a real war.

You held a wooden staff in your hand showing the farmers how to use it. Someone almost tipped over and you told them how a clear mind can help with fighting and balance.

“Y/n? How do you know how to use a staff so well?” one of them asked. You smiled at her, “it’s a weapon very similar to my favourite one, a weapon I’ve almost mastered. Now I think you guys deserve a break, drink some water and get some rest, the fight will happen soon.”

The group walked away from you chatting about the battle and how nervous they were. You, on the other hand, were not looking forward to it. You always believed that you could resolve conflicts with negotiations. But in this you didn’t have a choice, all you could do was stop others from getting hurt.

You grabbed your stuff from the ground with a sly smirk on your face. “Master Skywalker I can sense you watching,” you said to the force ghost who stood near the training ground. “I was just wondering why you aren’t a master yet,” he said walking up beside you. “It’s quite simple master, master Yoda and master Kenobi do not think I’m ready, sadly that means I must wait.”

“You’re too wise for your own good kiddo,” he told you, making you laugh. “Master Skywalker you’re only 17 years older than me.”

“That age gap is big enough for you to be my daughter,” he said. “Thank god I am not, I couldn’t stand to live with you every day,” you scrunched your nose in the disgust and then laughed. “Watch it young lady I’ll ground you,” he sternly points his finger at you,

“Master Skywalker, you’re a ghost you can’t ground me.”

“Than I’ll haunt you.”

You laughed again, excusing yourself to change and get ready for the battle. You changed once again in the familiar robes, the cream coloured fabric wrapped around your body with tight pants and brown boots that reached just below your knees. You grabbed your holster and placed it around your hip, there was room for one blaster and your lightsaber, but it wasn’t like you’d use the blaster.

Cara and The Mandalorian had already left when you walked out. You gathered the farmers to stand behind the barrier and wait until they’d return.

It wasn’t long until they came running in and hid too. “This is it, when that thing steps into the pond it’s going down,” you could hear Cara say. Everybody readied their weapons and the AT-ST emerged from the woods, trampling everything in his path.

“Just a few more steps,” Mando murmured. To your annoyance the machine stopped just before the water. A light shone from it’s red eyes scanning the area and everybody fell down on the floor. The ones who didn’t got shot at.

The Klatooinians ran out of the woods too and everyone around you started to shoot. It was a mess of glowing shots. Sparks were flying around everywhere, but the AT-ST wouldn’t move.

You stood up and ran to the side of the pond, flanking the machine. You could hear Cara and Mando screaming after you. Unlighting your saber you cut down one of its legs and used the force to push it forward, it fell down with a plunge.

You smiled big and unlit it and placed it back in the holster. A few people were staring at you, it must’ve looked weird to see you standing there behind a big AT-ST that had fallen.

“We did it,” you said, in shock a smile found its way on your face.

You walked up to Cara to congratulate her with the victory, “well done Cara. It was really impressive to see you jump in that pond, very smart.”

“I could say the same about you, you did what we thought was impossible. How did you damage those legs?”

“I have my ways,” you smiled with a wink. You and Cara talked some more and not much later walker Mando up to you.

“Y/n, we still have to talk,” Mando said all of the sudden. “Okay,” you turned back to Cara, “see you later.”

Walking side by side you discussed the Child again. “You said that you’d train him as a jedi? I thought those were just myths,” he said.

“We are not, I’m still a padawan, or apprentice, myself but my masters have given me an order to train the child. If you’ll I can take care of him here and you can leave,” you proposed, “he’ll live a happy life, I promise you that.”

You could practically hear the wheels spinning in the Mandalorion’s head. “And you can assure his safety?”

“Yes, I have the force on my side, the child can’t be more safe than in my care.” The force told you that Mando was still in doubt of your capabilities, so you grabbed your lightsaber once again and lit it. “I also have this to protect us.” You turned it off and placed it back where it belonged, on your holster.

“Okay,” he said. You both shook each other’s hands and he gave you a nod. “Thank you.” The silence returned as you made your way back to the village.

Back there you saw the child and picked it up. The little green creature smiled at you as you cradled him in your arms. He wasn’t old enough to actively start his training, but damn if you weren’t going to make sure that he would be safe and okay.

You took him back to your cabin. You laid down in the bed and placed him next to you, making sure his head was upright. You fell asleep with him in your arms, feeling the joyful stares of your masters on you.

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