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The Female of the Species - JJ Maybank x Bimbo! Reader

Summary: Peterkin and Shoupe have to deal with a couple of frequent fliers, namely JJ and Y/N.

Request: “Can you please do JJ Maybank x bimbo reader” (Anonymous)

Warnings: Kissing. Reader is an airhead. No beta read.

JJ's plan was simple, in and out. All he had to do was distract the store clerk, pocket the goods, and walk away.

But nothing was ever that simple.

A customer had seen what was going on and didn't hesitate to tell someone. That's how he ended up here, across from Sheriff Peterkin in one of the small questioning rooms of the Kildare County police station.

"Now, why don't you explain to me what happened here, Maybank?" The Sheriff said as she leaned on the table.

"I was in the store, and it just so happened to fall in my pocket" JJ shrugged coolly.

"Really? You were just randomly in a women's jewellery store, and those earrings magically fell inside your pocket?"

"I wouldn't say 'magically,' but the rest sounds about right," he says. "We done here, sheriff?"

"You're telling me this has nothing to do with that little girlfriend of yours? the L/N girl?"

"You think she put me up to this?"

"No, I don't think 'Thing 2' would even know how. What I think happened is that you wanted to give your little lady something special, a pretty pair of earrings maybe."

"Nah, that's not what happened" That's precisely what happened.

"Is that so?" Peterkin quirked a brow.

The young couple had a fight two days ago and hadn't spoken since.

Feeling bad about it and wanting to do something to show how sorry he was, JJ remembered a pair of earrings that Y/N had wanted ever since she saw some kook wearing them.

The problem was that those earrings would take months to save up for, and he couldn't wait that long to get her back.

...................

In another questioning room sat Shoupe, staring at a teenaged girl wearing a grandma wig and round glasses.

"What am I looking at here, Y/N?" He asked her.

"Me, duh," she said matter-of-factly.

Shoupe let out a sigh. Every time Y/N or her boyfriend stepped into the station, which was often, the cops drew straws on who had to deal with them, and this time, Shoupe and Peterkin came up short.

"Okay, let's take a look at this report" He opened a file. "It says here that 'a female, minor dressed like an elderly woman walked into a surf shop and attempted to hide an entire surfboard under her large granny dress'. Is that what happened?"

The girls' plan had been simple; walk into the shop dressed like Madea so she would have enough room under her dress to hide the board.

But of course, some nosy workers had to run their mouths.

"I'm like not admitting to anything," she said, checking her nails.

"That Maybank kid put you up to it?"

"Of course not, JJ is totes innocent."

"I wouldn't go that far. You wanna go to jail, Y/N?"

"Ew, no"

"Then just tell me why your boyfriend wanted you to steal the board, 'cus I know damn well you didn't come up with this on your own"

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"That JJ Maybank is trouble and you're not exactly the brains of the operation."

Y/N wasn't really offended with that last part the officer's statement. After all, she didn't actually come up with the plan. She got the idea from a cartoon she had been watching.

JJ was always the smart one between them, and according to her, he always had the best plans.

And yes, you read that right; JJ was the smart one in the relationship.

"You know what? I like want my lawyer, rn."Y/N huffed

...............

The police had to let the teens go since they both never actually left the stores with anything.

JJ was just about to step out of the station when Y/N called out to him.

"Baby!" She yelled, walking over.

He turned around; a look of confusion crossed his face when he noticed her get-up. Y/N saw this and concluded he didn't recognize her because of the disguise

She took off the wig "Omg, don't worry, it's just me."

JJ was positively beaming to see her. As always, she was her authentically silly self. "What are you doing here, babe?" He pulled her into a bear hug.

"The cops like tried to arrest me for stealing a surfboard or whatever. You know that one you said you like really wanted," she stated

His heart warmed. He wanted to articulate exactly how Y/N made him feel, how he loved being around her, how she made him feel like he mattered and how much he hated being at odds with her, but instead, all he could say was,

"You're so fucking hot," obviously not caring that she was dressed like their English teacher.

He didn't stop himself from bringing his lips down on hers and beginning a very intense make-out session in front of everyone.

This went on for a whole two minutes before Peterkin got rid of them.

"If those two aren't the same species of idiot…" she told Shoupe as they watched the teenagers leave.

"L/N's about ten times worse," he challenged

"You know what they say about us girls; we always do it better."

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Bimbo Character Gifs

Hey babes! I just wanted to ask if you have any bimbo character recommendations from movies or TV shows. It would be great to get your input on your favourite ditsy girls and I’d love to use some of your favs as gifs✨

We love a dumb blonde here but we also love non-blonde and POC bimbo representations so if you’re aware of any characters please send them in; I’m thinking a London Tipton or Whitley Gilbert type of beat✨ Thanks!

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Slashers’ Meeting Their (Future) Bimbo! S/O #3 - Michael Myers

Summary: There’s a killer hunting Y/N. It’s the perfect time to prove she’s the greatest scream queen that’s ever been.

Notes: Reader is Female. I changed the gif.

Warnings: Blood.

Michael stalked silently through the house, blood drenched him from head to toe, but he wasn’t done yet.

There was one more person left to kill.

Y/N was doing her best to keep her breathing quiet. She clasped her fingers over her mouth as she shook with adrenaline in the back of a bedroom closet.

She almost gasped when bedroom door creaked open.

Heavy footsteps alerted her that Michael Myers, the shape of Haddonfield, was now in the room with her.

‘Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!’ she screamed mentally.

So caught up in her thoughts, she didn’t realize when the killer reached the closet door.

He swung it open, exposing the girl and without hesitation picked Y/N up by her shoulders and flung her across the room.

Her head banged against the wall, and only then did she let out a blood-curdling scream,

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh,” her scream faltered. She cleared her throat and tried again. “AHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh-hh,” her voice cracked this time.

Red-faced, she apologized. “Omg, I’m so sorry. I swear I can do better than that. You know, in the 11th grade, I was totally the star of my high school’s production of grease, right? So my voice is like amazing” In the most literal sense, she played a star during the late night drive-in scene.

“I just barely got upstaged by Jenna Tang from fifth period, that bitch”

Jenna Tang played Sandy.

Michael didn’t know what the hell was going on.

With a deep breath, Y/N began doing vocal exercises “do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti, do! Okay, I like totally have it down now. Let’s take two!”

And with that, the girl walked past him and right back into the closet.

‘She wants to get thrown again?!’

Well, Michael didn’t mind that.

He opened the door and tossed her across the room, her head hit the wall with a sickening crunch, and the man lifted his knife.

“AHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh” She faltered once more.

Y/N sighed. “Take three,” and walked back into the closet, bleeding profusely from her skull.

She had barely closed the closet door when she stuck her head out and casually asked, “When you stab me to death can you like avoid my face and maybe pose me in a really cute way? I like have to look hot for when my cold, dead corpse is featured on the evening news. Omg, Jenna Tang is gonna be so jealous.”

With that, she shut the door. A few minutes passed, and nothing happened.

After an hour, Y/N left the closet to look around for Michael, but he was long gone.

“Wtf! That’s so uncool,” she huffed.

Dejected and a bit light-headed from the blood loss, Y/N whipped out the phone that had been on her the entire time and dialled a phone number. The receiver picked up.

“Hey bestie, can you come pick me up? I like basically got stood up. KK, I’ll just text you the addy, Jenna.”

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Omg or Remus Lupin !!! I loveeee him !!🥺🤗

Me too🥺✨

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Omg just wanted to say i LOVE your bimbo!readers!! I was wondering if I could request Daryl dixon or Michael Myers with a bimbo gf?🥺🌸💖

Thank you! And yes to your requests💕

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Is it okay for me to request a character that's not on the list? , it's okay if you dont

It depends on the character but sure!💕

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do you have a plan for who ur gunna do next for future bimbo s/o?

Not really but I’m thinking maybe Michael or Vincent❤️

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Can you do bimbo!reader with Norman bates,😘

Yup! 😘

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Secret’s Out - Peter Parker x Bimbo! F! Reader

Summary: It's time for Peter to tell his girlfriend about Spiderman. It won't be that hard, right?

Request: "I was wondering if I could request an x men bimbo reader? Or a spider man reader where peter goes to school with a girl who seems like a Total bimbo but instantly is like 'yeah of course I've been knowing that you're spider man, duh!" @chipster-21​ hope you like it!

Warnings: Sexual role play hinted at.

Notes: This request was supposed to come out ages ago, but I kinda got carried away with it for a while but don't worry, I shortened it, lol.

'Today is the day,' Peter thought, 'I'm gonna tell her.'

Peter paced back and forth in the hallway wearing his aunt's long frilly robe as Y/N reclined in his bedroom.

She had caught him off guard. He had just come back from a crime-fighting spree and was still in costume when Y/N burst in. With no other choice, Peter threw on the nearest clothing article, which just happened to be Aunt May's light pink robe.

He tried to explain that he just put it on for fun, an excuse that would typically work on her, but when Y/N furrowed her brow and said,

"That robe is salmon, and that's def' a summer/spring colour, but you have mega winter/fall undertones, and you know it. There’s nothing fun about unflattering colour combinations. Peter...are you like hiding something from me?"

He didn't know how to react, so he didn't. He stood there and stuttered till Y/N had walked into his room, most likely texting her friends about the situation.

He hated lying to her; she was already clueless about so much, but it was for her own good; she was known to talk without thinking much, and if she ever let it slip that she knew who Spiderman was, his enemies could hurt her.

But enough was enough. Lying to her was hurting her too.

Gathering his wits, he opened his bedroom door, ready to face Y/N.

She sat up on his bed and looked at him expectantly,

"Y/N, I have to tell you something..."

The girl suddenly began to bounce up and down, clapping ecstatically. "Omg! The big secret is coming out, this's just like that one episode of 'Love and HipHop Atlanta' where Erica told Safaree that she was like super preggo and then he literally drove off on a mini four-wheeler, which was like totes lame" Y/N watches a lot of mindless reality TV "Anyways, what were you saying?"

"It's just, I don't want you to think of me any differently after this"

"Babe, just spill already. The suspense is totally breaking me out, and I have an Insta shoot tomorrow."

Peter sighed, and with brief hesitation, he ripped open the bathrobe, exposing his spider-suit.

Y/N gasped "Are we like finally doing the Spiderman role play thing?" Instantly and without cause, Y/N begins to imitate a stereotypical damsel in distress "Oh, Spiderman won't you come save me from the evil men, please take me home and show me how that web-shooter of yours really works-"

"No! T-that's not what's going on, we're not doing that. This isn't just a costume; I'm Spiderman, Y/N, that's what I've been keeping from you, and I can't anymore because...I love you."

There's a brief moment of silence.

"Duhh," The girl chimes matter-of-factly.

"You knew I loved you?" He says softly

"No, I didn't know that part yet and ILYT BTW, Peter. I said, 'duhh' because I like already knew you were Spiderman."

Peter's eyes widen. "What?!"

"Spiderman has saved me like a dozen times and I’m doing this über exclusive perfume mixing class so I started like noticing scents and you two totally have the same smell," she explains.

Peter is horrified. "I have a smell?"

"Yeah,” she sang “You smell like 'teenaged boy who uses AXE body spray as a substitute for a social life,' with unique notes of A4 paper, freshly ironed clothes and strawberry shortcake frosting."

"That's...interesting, but why didn't you ever say anything about me being Spiderman?"

"Because I'm not supposed to say your secret out loud, obvi, that's what good super-hero girlfriends do; I read that on Pinterest."

Peter's heart warmed at that. He realized now that he never should have doubted Y/N.

The touching moment was cut short when Peter's bedroom door was swung open by his aunt.

The scene before her was of Y/N sitting on the bed with Peter standing in front of her, May's bathrobe held wide open and her nephew was seemingly showing off his 'web shooter' to his girlfriend.

"Peter!!!" She screamed.

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I just gotta say, you write bimbo!reader so fucking well. Also, your work is just all around AMAZING

Thank you💕✨

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Slashers’ Meeting Their (Future) Bimbo! S/O #2 - Bo Sinclair

Summary: Bo picks up a girl on the side of the road and gets more than he bargained for...

Notes: Reader is Female.

Warnings: None.

"Help! Help!" Y/N screamed towards an oncoming vehicle

She was on the side of the road, looking frantic beside her parked car.

The approaching truck slowed to a stop beside her. The drivers' window rolled down, revealing a suave-looking Bo Sinclair.

"What's wrong over here?" He asked, a toothpick between his teeth.

Panicked and waving her hands around, Y/N stuttered out, "Omg, I was just like driving a-and then it totally just broke and I didn't know what to do because I was like so scared an-"

"Don't worry about it, honey. I'll fix it right up for you," he says with a coy smile.

"Shut the hell up! Really?"

Bo was taken aback by the 'shut the hell up' at first but quickly concluded that's just the way city girls talk.

"Yeah, hop in and I'll take you into town n' get my tools."

With a squeal, Y/N rushed into the passengers' seat, hugging Bo and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Omg, you're my hero; I literally love you right now!"

Bo smirked thinking, 'I bet you won't feel that way for very long.'

The drive to Ambrose consisted of Y/N messing with the radio and bothering Bo, nothing eventful, but when they arrived at his garage, the woman was visibly confused.

Looking around, she asked, "So is all your polish like somewhere else or...?"

Bo raised a brow "you need your car polished too, little lady?"

"My car? I need my nails polished, obvi."

Now Bo was just as confused as her. "Now, why would I polish your damn nails? Ain't your car broke?"

"No, my car is like fine and whatever, but my nails aren't" she showed him her hands and right there on her left index finger was a chipped-off nail.

"Who the hell do you think I am?!"

"Duh, a nail technician," she rolled her eyes. "I don't know why you brought me to this mega gross car garage tho"

"I brought you here because fixin’ cars is what I do!"

"You mean you dragged me all the way here, and you like can't do my nails? How am I supposed to drive looking like an escaped convict?” She was in disbelief at how he hadn’t noticed what she considered a serious issue “You know what? I'm not leaving until I get my manicure" with that, Y/N plopped herself onto the ground, crossing her legs and arms in defiance.

Bo's eyes widened in amusement.

'This one's kinda cute in a puppy sort of way. I might just keep her around for a bit longer.'

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Slashers’ Meeting Their (Future) Bimbo! S/O #1 - Jason Voorhees

Summary: What’s more important to Y/N; her life of a pair of cute shoes? I think her choice is obvious, isn't it?

Notes: Reader is Female. This is the first of my Slasher x Reader fics. I’m also working on a Peter Parker request right now but that’s turning out to be longer than I intended so if you're interested stick around.

Warnings: Reader is dumb asf.

It wasn’t strange for Jason to find his victims wrestling body parts out of bear traps. The sharp jaws clamping down on soft flesh.

What was strange, though, was when Jason found one of the camp counsellors he had chased through the woods trying with all her might to pry open a bear trap that had caught onto a... stiletto?

She panted and huffed, obviously weary from being pursued, but for some reason, she needed both shoes, which were, in his opinion, woefully unsuited for the woods.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to save you, Claire,” the girl cooed to her fondly named heel.

After a few minutes, Jason couldn’t stand to watch anymore. Had the school system failed her so badly that this is her main priority when running from a masked killer?

The greenery ruffled as Jason stepped out, alerting Y/N.

The girl shrieked as he loomed over her, “Wait, I know we like have this ‘serial killer murdering the victim’ thing going on here; I totally watch CSI, but please let Claire go; she’s innocent and limited edition!”

Before she knew it, Jason began stalking towards her. Y/N drew back, covering both trap and heel with her body protectively, her scream was deafening, but instead of the sharp bite of his machete, she felt a cold but gentle touch on her shoulder.

Looking up at him as her screams quieted down, she allowed the masked man to coax her off the trap. Without hesitation, he wrenched it open with large hands, freeing ‘Claire.’

Picking up the shoe, Jason moved over to a trembling Y/N. With a somewhat jarring tug, he raised her foot, slipping the high heel on.

Y/N couldn’t help but stare into the holes of his mask, the air was tense with a kind of intimacy Jason didn’t understand, but the moment was shattered when the girl opened her mouth.

“Ugh, this is like so cute; I totes feel like Cinderella right now, or was it Snow White who did the whole glass slipper thing?” Y/N touched a finger to her bottom lip as she pondered.

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Characters I Write For...

Masterlist

I’m taking Requests💕

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Helmut Zemo

Peter Parker

Loki

Thor

Steve Rogers

Pietro Maximoff (Avengers)

Peter Maximoff (X-Men)

Star Wars

Din Djarin

Obi Wan-Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

Kylo Ren

Darth Maul

Luke Skywalker

The Devil All The Time

Arvin Russel

Hetalia

Switzerland

England

Norway

Denmark

Prussia

Germany

China

Russia

Lithuania

Slashers

Thomas Hewitt

Micheal Myers

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Jason

Norman Bates

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Negan

Merle Dixon

Harry Potter

Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zambini

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Ragnorok

Fjor Jutul

Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire

Sandor Clegane

Gregor Clegane

Cersie Lannister

Bronn of the Blackwater

Tyrion Lannister

Ser Arthur Dayne

Willas Tyrell

Stranger Things

Jim Hopper

Alexei

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Billy Hargrove

Grigori

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Masterlist

Marvel

Princess Protection Program - Helmut Zemo x Reader

👸👸👸

Zemo/Sam/Bucky x Bimbo! Reader 

House Bunny 🐰 

The Landline ☎️ 

Peter Parker x Bimbo!Reader

Secret’s Out🕷

Slashers

Slasher Meeting (Future) Bimbo! S/O

Jason🏕

Bo Sinclair🔧

Micheal Myers🎃

OBX

JJ Maybank🌊

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The Landline - Zemo/Sam/Bucky x Bimbo! Reader.

Summary: The guys realized how dumb Y/N really is.

Warnings: A bit of female hypersexualization. Reader is an airhead. No beta read.

»»——⍟——««

Y/N sits at the desk, shopping online while the guys argue about something. The landline right beside her begins to ring.

*brrrng*

“Omg, you guys, this thing is like going off right now! What do we do?!” Y/N exclaims, alarmed by the sudden noise.

The three men quiet down with deadpan expressions.

“It’s a landline,” Sam says.

“A bomb!?” She screeches

“Not a land mine, a landline. A phone” Sam’s disbelief is apparent on his face.

“Oh”

“Have you never seen one before?” Zemo asks with all seriousness

“In hotels, yeah, but I thought they were like decor.”

The ringing stops, but everyone is too engrossed in the realization of the level of Y/N’s ignorance.

“Not even in films?”

“I haven’t actually watched a movie since I was like 12,” Y/N states plainly, and it was true. She’d been to theatres and streamed movies, obviously but usually, whatever was happening on screen was background noise to the make-out session she would be having.

“You’re truly one in a million, miláčik.”

“Aww, thank you,” Y/N blushes, striking a pose as if on a red carpet.

The phone rings again, and the men yell at her to pick up.

“Okay, okay, don’t like bite my head off,” she says as she picks up the device.

“Hello, this is Y/N L/N speaking.” she says. The voice on the other side says something, to which Y/N replies, “Sorry, I think you totally have the wrong number. I don’t know that person, bye.”

Y/N puts the phone down and goes back to browsing as if the men in the room weren’t waiting for more information.

“What did they want?” Bucky asks impatiently

The girl shrugs. “Ugh, nothing. ‘Said they have an important message for a James Buchanan Barnes, whoever that is, but don’t worry, I got rid of them. You’re welcome.”

Everyone but Y/N groans as they had been awaiting information that would make or break the mission.

“What do you think my name is, Y/N?” Bucky asks

Wide-eyed and with an innocent lilt in her voice, she replies, “Your name’s Bucky.”

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Princess Protection Program - Helmut Zemo x Wakandan! Reader

Chapter 2: What Happens In Serbia...

Chapter Summary: Y/N decides to do something about Bucky’s situation which leads her back to Zemo...

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of death of a family member,  attempted suicide and a bit of memory loss.

Notes: Female Reader, No beta read. 

Word Count: 1662

Y/N gasped back to reality, sitting up instantly. She looked around, taking in the beeping and bright white decor of the room she was in. It was a hospital.

She couldn’t remember a thing.

Confused and quite out of it, she listened to a nervous doctor explain that she would be fine if she got some rest, the Dora Milaje, Okoye, shadowing his every move.

Y/N and Okoye had a very close relationship. The older woman was like an older sister to Y/N. The woman's seriousness contrasted with Y/N’s younger cousin Shuri’s usual attitude.

A few more doctors came and went until it was just Y/N in the room. The Dora was outside having a long conversation about what to do concerning the girl's short-term memory loss.

Y/N, on the other hand, wracked her brain trying to remember what had happened, but nothing came of it, so the girl decided to take a short nap, hoping her memory would be back when she awoke.

Drifting between wakefulness and uncomfortable sleep, Y/N barely stirred when Okoye returned, standing at the door for a while before walking over to give the princess a kiss on the forehead and whisper in Xhosa,

"Sleep now, child. Prince T'challa will avenge our King. The winter soldier will face justice."

The girl didn't know how long it took, but her eyes flew open with realization. Okoye was already gone.

Y/N was swimming in a pool of emotions as everything came back to her.

'Uncle T’chaka is dead' Sadness, 'She had gone to see the Winter soldier' Curiosity, 'But that man released him and said those strange words' Confusion, 'I think he used those words to control the Soldier' Dread.

Y/N held her breath at the thought of someone using Bucky to enact some plan. Everyone would blame him and know none the better. T'challa knew none the better!

Y/N had to do something, even just this once.

»»——⍟——««

It wasn't like Y/N to disobey, and it was even more unlike her to do things she knew would be disapproved of, so why now, she asked herself, was she standing between her cousin and Captain America and Bucky Barnes, all three men in fighting stances.

"Cousin, please!" Y/N exclaimed. "Sergeant Barnes is innocent. I don't know how to explain it, but none of this is his fault."

"Nonsense, get away from those men. They can't be trusted," T'challa says.

"Please, T'challa, I'm begging you. This isn't the man you're looking for."

Steve pipes up from behind her. "She's telling the truth. Bucky didn't do what you think he did."

"Enough!" T'challa commands, making the girl flinch. "Leave here, Y/N."

"I'm sorry, cousin...but I won't."

T'Challa sighs, switching from English to Xhosa. "Then stay out of the way."

The prince takes a step forward but freezes as an electrified dart hits his chest.

Y/N turns to the direction the dart came from. A red-headed woman with an alluring demeanour makes herself known; it was Natasha Romanov. She looked even more intimidating than she did on TV. The woman fired another dart at T'Challa, who had taken another step. Then another.

"I can't hold him for long," Natasha says, calculating her next move.

Steve begs her to go with him and Bucky, but she refuses.

Seeing this as an opportunity to do some good, Y/N presents herself as an ally, asking if she could accompany them to wherever they're going.

Steve shakes his head. "We can't involve civilians."

"I'm already involved," The girl reasons. "They'll try to shoot down the plane, I'm sure of it, but they might not if I'm in there with you," An emotion Steve can't quite place laced her voice.

"The kid's got a point. She's a grieving diplomat. It would be a PR nightmare to kill her," The Black Widow calls out, still struggling to keep T'challa at bay.

The woman's brashness shocked Y/N, but clearly, Steve was used to it as he furrowed his brow in thought.

"Tick Tock," says Natasha through gritted teeth.

"Let her come," Bucky said. Those were the first words she had heard from him since that dreadful evaluation.

With a pause, Steve nodded.

»»——⍟——««

The flight had been quiet for most of its duration. Both men on board mentally preparing for the fight waiting for them in Serbia. Apparently, they were about to be up against a dozen or more other Super Soldiers.

Y/N had an idea of what was about to go down from the footage of Captain America fighting that she had seen. She knew they were called super soldiers for a reason, and this fight would be vicious. Y/N hadn't fought an enhanced human before; in fact, she'd never fought anyone. Growing up, she had taken up with more delicate hobbies like weaving and sewing rather than sparring in the training fields. With this knowledge of her own personal history, Y/N didn't see a reason to object when the Captain instructed her to stay in the ship, out of harm's way when they landed.

Y/N took a deep breath to calm herself. She noticed that Bucky was staring out of the window solemnly. Her heart clenched.

"Are you alright, Sergeant Barnes?" She asked.

"Yeah" was his simple answer.

"I'm sorry that this is happening to you."

"Can't say I don't deserve it," Bucky sighs.

"You can't say that. Nobody deserves to go through all that you have. I'm sorry I didn't realize that earlier. I was quick to judge, and that was wrong of me."

Finally, the man pulls his gaze from the window, "what do you mean?"

"I was there during your...psychological evaluation."

"I remember"

"I felt very 'strongly' about you, I thought you killed someone very close to me. I hated you, and I'm sorry for that."

"Is that why you're here? To clear your conscience."

"...I suppose I'm here to make things right, at least as best as I can" Y/N smiles meekly.

An awkward silence filled the cockpit, but Steve spoke before it could become unbearable.

"Admitting you made a wrong call isn't always easy, kid, trust me, but it's a good place to start from."

"Thank you. Now I guess we catch the guy who's really behind this, Dr. Broussard."

"That's right," Steve cocks his head, "Except his real name is Helmut Zemo."

»»——⍟——««

Y/N knew Siberia would be cold, but goodness, this was COLD.

The girl had stayed in the jet like she'd been told as she watched lasers flash within the hydra facility. Only the panther god knew what was going on in there.

She tried to contend herself with counting snowflakes as the battle raged on, but the ever-increasing volume of grunts and thuds made her worry.

'I'll just peek for a second to see if they need anything.'

She zips up the extra jacket she found in the cargo-hold and unlocks the door.

Stepping into the nippy air, an almost paralyzing shiver went down Y/N's spine, but she continued towards the building. It never got this cold in Wakanda; well, maybe it did on the mountains where the Jabari lived.

Finding an entrance, Y/N begins to push open the door when a voice from nowhere says, "I wouldn't go in there if I were you."

The girl spins around, looking for the source. "Hello! Who's there!"

The source found her first, though. A shadowy figure emerges from the flurry of snow. It was him, Helmut Zemo.

"The gods are falling in there," he jokes when he's face to face with the scared young woman who isn’t laughing at all

The girl was dumbstruck.

"We meet again, Spiaca kráska" He says.

Her lip quivers as her mind races, wondering what he was going to do. Would he finish off what he started?

He gives an exasperated laugh when he notices her fear. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Well, not again."

"You won't?" she squeaks quietly.

"There's no need to. It's all over now."

Y/N had no idea what he was talking about, but his voice echoed a deep sadness. She couldn't help but wonder if he was alright.

"What is?"

"The Avengers. Our so-called heroes will destroy each other, and it will all be done" he looked towards the facility where a battle raged on, and Y/N's eyes followed. She suddenly understood what was going on in there. Steve and Bucky weren't fighting unknown super soldiers. They were fighting a friend.

"Was this your plan all along?"

He gave a nod. "I really am sorry for what you lost for this, but I am confident that the end justified the means."

Y/N was offended by the dismissal of his crime, but she didn't express it.

Zemo began to walk toward the edge of the cliff, settling down in the snow and taking his phone to his ear. Y/N was still afraid, but that feeling of pity flooded her again. She didn't even know what she was doing until she sat down in the snow beside him.

There was a woman's voice on the other end of Zemo's phone. 'It must be his wife, ' Y/N concluded. The call ended, and he pressed a button.

"Message Deleted," the automated voice said.

Y/N put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "What happens now?"

Without looking at her, he replies, "You should close your eyes, malá princezná. You shouldn't have to see this."

In a split second, Zemo has a gun in his hand, and Y/N's eyes widen

'Is this it'

To her utter confusion and heartbreak, though, he doesn't aim the muzzle toward her, instead placing it under his chin. Her eyes snap closed.

All she can hear is a piercing female scream and then a BANG!

Why would he do this? He had a wife who obviously cared for him. What drove him to this extreme? And why didn't she do anything to stop this or see it coming? She was trained for these situations, wasn't she? These were some of the thoughts that ran through her mind at the tragedy.

Her eyes remain closed, and she realizes that the scream is coming from her. She hugs her jacket closer.

"It's all right, Y/N," a familiar voice said. Was that-

Opening her eyes slowly, Y/N's gaze fell on her cousin's face; she felt a sense of safety at this but only released a bated breath when she saw Zemo still alive.

»»——⍟——««

5 months later - Berlin Correctional Facility.

Zemo was lead down the hallway by the guards. The handcuffs on his wrists dug into his skin, but he hardly blamed them for being overzealous. He was the person that had splintered the earth's mightiest heroes after all.

They hadn't told him where he was being taken. After a few too many guards had been outsmarted by him, they were all ordered to not share any unnecessary verbal communication with him.

They lead him through the door to the visiting area. This was strange to him. Nobody had ever come to see him. The guards took him to a booth, allowing him to take a seat before the bulletproof plexiglass separating him from the outside world—a phone on the wall to his right.

There was movement from the other side of the glass; out of the corner of the opposing room came his visitor. A fairy-like creature of a woman, styled like the Wakandan Royal she was but dressed down enough to not look entirely out of place. It was Y/N, his sleeping beauty.

She sat down across from him. With a glint of mischief in his eye, he took the phone off the hook, to which she did the same, the nervousness clear in her movement, but she seemed different from the last time he'd seen her.

Speaking into the device, he said, "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Spiaca kráska?"

'This will be interesting’ he smirked to himself.

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Princess Protection Program - Helmut Zemo x Wakandan! Reader

Chapter 1: The (Not Quite) Meet Cute

Chapter Summary: Y/N and T'Challa mourn, and she meets a certain German psychiatrist.

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of death of a family member, Drugging.

Notes: Female Reader, No beta read.

Word Count: 1520

The young prince, T'Challa, paced back and forth in the office. It had been a stressful day. He had fought the renowned Captain America.

Through the glass walls of the room, he saw a figure approaching. It was Y/N, his cousin who had he had been raised with like a sister. The approaching girl looked as innocent and demure as always. The structured business attire she donned looked out of place on her as she was more suited to the dainty dresses she usually wore.

The door opened, and the young woman rushed into her cousin's awaiting arms. The sound of her sobs filling the office. The girl pulled back,

"What happened, cousin? Is it true?" She asked, eyes glittering with tears.

"Yes, that man killed our king. He murdered my father, our father in cold blood," T'Challa stated.

Y/N fell back into the Prince's arms, once again sobbing. Y/N was not the king's daughter. She wasn't even from his side of the family. She was the daughter of Queen Ramonda's younger brother, and after he and Y/N's mother's mysterious death the Queen and her husband took the girl in. They raised her like their own child, and in return, she felt as though they were her parents.

"I tried to bring him the justice that he deserved, but Steve Rogers protected that murderer, the Winter Soldier," The Prince spat.

"But Captain America saves people. He’s good." The girl marvelled at the information given to her.

"I thought so too, cousin."

»»——⍟——««

The pair sat at the desk. T'Challa had calmed down enough to have the tea that was brought in. Cup in hand, he wondered what the girl was doing so far from safety. Y/N had been in the UN building during the bombing. She had been scooped away by the Dora as soon as she was found in the rubble. 

Y/N had accompanied her uncle and cousin to Vienna for her first official trip as a diplomat after her university graduation. She didn't want to attend the UN meeting, but never could say no to anyone.

"I'm grateful for your company, Y/N, but I must know why you've come here? You should be somewhere more secure," T'Challa inquired.

Y/N gently put down her teacup and patted the corner of her lips with a cloth serviette, "This tea is wonderful. Uncle would have enjoyed it," The girl mused, trying to change the subject.

"You haven’t answered my question, Y/N. What are you doing here?"

Taking a deep breath, she said "I've been asked to do a job," 

When T'Challa stayed silent, she continued, "Rather... I asked to do a job... I asked to sit in on the Winter Soldiers psychological assessment."

T'Challa stood suddenly, making Y/N gasp as the table shook.

"You will do no such thing!"

"T'Challa, please. I'll be fine. It is my job, after all," Y/N pleaded. She hated to see people upset, and it made her feel even worse when she was the cause of it.

"That man is dangerous!"

"I'm aware, but I have to see him, I have to see the man that took our father from us" Her voice cracked, making the T’challa soften.

The Prince settled back into his chair, and Y/N took his hands. "Please let me do this. I'm begging you".

»»——⍟——««

The session was due to begin soon. Y/N stood alone outside the door, waiting for the psychiatrist to arrive.

Composing herself was more challenging than she thought it would be, but King T'chaka's murderer was so close, so who could fault her for being terrified of the man that had shaken her family like this?

Y/N felt fresh tears gathering.

"Is everything okay, Frauline?" A masculine voice said from behind her.

Y/N jumped with a squeak as she spun around to find a handsome young man before her. He had short brown hair, a five o'clock shadow and a pair of glasses on.

"I'm fine, thank you, sir. I'm just waiting for the doctor," she assured him.

"Oh," he says, extending a hand, "My apologies. Dr. Theo Broussard"

Y/N takes his hand and gives it a weak shake. She smiles timidly. This wasn't who she expected.

"Y/N M/N L/N, ward of the Wakandan royal family, but I prefer just Y/N. I'm here to observe the assessment process?" 

She sees the doctor's jaw clench at her last statement but pushes it aside.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N. Ward of the royal family, you say? Do you share any relation to the late King of Wakanda" he ponders.

"He is- was my uncle" She shifts uncomfortably, and the man sends her a sad look.

"I’m truly regretful of his loss. He seemed like a good man."

"Thank you, he was," Y/N said, thinking fondly of her uncle.

"I feel inclined to ask about the ethics of your observation. You are, as they say, 'too close to the case'"

"I assure you, I won't try to sway your judgement on the Soldier's evaluation. You won't even know I'm there," Y/N says

Dr. Broussard hums and looks into her eyes, reading her.

"Are you frightened to go in there?" He asks

"I won't lie, I am. I've always been very good at making other people feel better, be more at peace, you know. That's why I felt it was so right for me to pursue a career in psychology. But here I am, with my degree, and I can help everyone feel better but myself" She laughed a bit, and the doctor smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"It will take work, but you'll find a way. And remember, James Barnes is restrained. He can't get to you."

He fishes something out of his pocket and offers it to her. It's a Turkish delight. "Something to calm your nerves."

Y/N smiles and takes it. He watches her unwrap it and pop it in her mouth.

»»——⍟——««

Y/N didn't feel right. She was beginning to feel a bit weak and foggy.

Chalking it up to the fact that she was sat in a dim room with a killer, she ignores it.

As the doctor had said, the Winter Soldier was restrained, but it did little to help her feel safe. She did feel angry, an emotion she hardly ever felt but as soon as she had set foot into the room and saw the Winter Soldier, anger and fear consumed her.

Y/N was seated in a chair beside Dr. Broussard. Sending an icy glare, she didn't know she was capable of towards the man behind the glass.

"Tell me, Bucky, you've seen a great deal, haven't you?" The doctor asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," The Soldier said with a downtrodden tone, and a pang of pity hit Y/N's chest. She tried to push it down quickly, but it lingered.

Y/N began to feel light-headed. Touching the back of her hand to her forehead to make sure she wasn't feverish.

"Ms. L/N, is everything all right?" He asked, noticing her movement.

"It's nothing, Doctor."

He clears his throat and continues talking to Bucky. "You feel that if you open your mouth, the horrors will never stop."

As the doctor said this, the pity Y/N felt began to grow. She knew what HYDRA had done to him, and looking into his eyes, she could see that he was haunted. 'But HYDRA didn't make him kill my uncle' Y/N tried to convince herself, wanting so badly to remain angry, to show loyalty to her family, but the pity still grew.

The fogginess in her mind also grew. Stars began to gather in her vision, and she felt her eyes clouding over.

"Don't worry," The doctor says to the Winter Soldier.

Y/N stands, ready to excuse herself.

"We only have to talk about one," the doctor finishes.

The woman collapses to the ground as darkness and blinking, red lights overtake the room.

The powers out.

Going in and out of consciousness. Y/N hears banging and words spoken in Russian as she desperately tries to stay awake, translating what she can.

"Seventeen"

Bang!

"Benign"

Bang!

"Nine"

Bang!

"Homecoming"

Bang!

"One"

Bang!

"Freight car"

Crash!

Silence fills the room.

"Soldier?" she hears the doctor ask in Russian

"Ready to comply," The Winter Soldier replies.

Y/N's mind goes blank.

»»——⍟——««

Looking down at the girl passed out on the floor, Zemo couldn't help but feel a little bad. 

The reason she had gotten in his way was because she was looking for closure over something he had done.

He knelt beside her and took off his jacket. Folding it into a makeshift pillow, he raised Y/N's head and places it beneath her. It was the least he could do.

He ran his thumb over her cheek. Even in a coerced slumber, the pretty young woman looked so peaceful and vulnerable—a sleeping beauty. 'How ironic,' he thought.

Far off he heard the footsteps of Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson as they approached.

He didn’t linger anymore. There was still work to be done...

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