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xela-fo-stuff · 2 years ago

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Jealousy.

tenth doctor x fem!reader

SUMMARY : the doctor isn't too pleased with his companion's new friend. Donna gets inlvoved in some overdue matchmaking.

The Doctor's list of regrets is endless. He's said things he didn't mean. Treated people in ways he shouldn't have. Taken part is stuff he doesn't even allow himself to think about. But the newest addition to the list, by far, is his most regretful of them all.

He introduced y/n to Jack Harkness.

In his defense, there really wasn't any way of avoiding it. When using the rift to refuel the TARDIS's engines, he spotted the familiar coated figure of the Captain sprinting towards his ship. Following his past actions, he quickly rushed towards the console and started his ship, sending his faithful companions, Donna and y/n, flying across the room; completely unaware of the hijacker clinging onto the outside as they hurtled through the vortex.

When they landed at their next adventure, y/n immediately spotted Jack on his back in an awkward position on the floor.

"Doctor!" she yelled, making him and Donna rush towards them. Donna gasped as The Doctor rolled his eyes.

"Not again." He moaned.

Donna and y/n looked at him in shock.

"You mean to say this has happened before?!" Donna exclaimed. "How many free passengers have done this?"

"Just him," The Doctor said, running his hand through his hair. "I think he's the only one who'd dare. The only one who could survive."

Y/n had been monitoring the muscled man, checking for consciousness and life signs yet not finding any. She looked up solemnly, "Doctor, I'm so sorry. But I can't find a heartb-"

She was inturpted by a strong intake of breath as the man sat up, her and Donna screaming. "I knew I shouldn't have skipped first aid class!"

Jack looked around, eyes catching the kneeling woman beside him and he lifted a finger to her chin, making their eyes lock and a blush take over her cheeks. "Hello." He smirked.

"Stop it!" The Doctor frowned, crossing his arms across his chest.

"I really don't mind." Y/n smiled shyly.

The Doctor was used to this. Jack flirting with every living thing but for some reason it irked him more than ever. Donna nudged his shoulder, a small smirk on her face, causing the timelord to scoff. "You not gonna introduce us?" She said, somewhat smugly.

Begrudgingly, he pointed to members of the group. "Jack, this is my friend, Donna. She travels with me. Donna, this is Jack. He used to travel with me. Now he runs a Torchwood in Cardif." They smiled at each other in greeting before Jack raised his eyebrows and watched the woman who had her arms wrapped around him for support.

"Are you not going to introduce me to this beautiful woman?" Jack asked, fingers brushing the young lady's heated face.

The Doctor sniffed, eyes avoiding the two on the ground and the snickering redhead to his side. "Jack, this is y/n, my...friend."

"Y/n," Jack began, smiling with his bluest eyes. "gorgeous name for a gorgeous lady."

And that's when it began.

Since then, the two had been inseperable. Always close to the other, always laughing or playfully bickering. And quite honestly, the Doctor hated it.

There had been an unfamiliar distance between him and y/n since Jack re-entered his life and stole his friend from him. He was quickly growing resentful.

From a distance, he heard the common occurrence of Jack and his companion's laughter, his frown deepening into a scowl as he hit a button on the console.

Donna noticed and slowly stalked towards him, watching as he slumped back into the pilot seat, eyes distanced and distracted.

"Oh, c'mon, Spaceman," She began, red hair cascading her face as her right hand was holding a hairbrush she was previously using. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing." he sulked.

"Oh, come off it. You've been a right miserable git these past few days. And it doesn't take a genius to figure out the reasonings behind your sour mood." She rolled her eyes, walking back to the mirror she had been using to comb her hair prior to starting the conversation.

"How'd you mean?"

"Well, since y/n and Casanova over there met," She pointed into the hallway leading into the kitchen. "You've been sulking all over the shop."

"Donna, I have no idea what you're talking about." He denied, still not meeting her eyes.

"Lay off it. You're jealous."

"I am not-" he began but quickly halted when his voice had unnaturally raised a few octaves. "I am not jealous."

"Yeah, okay." Donna rolled her eyes, setting the brush down while abandoning the mirror.

"I'm not!" He exclaimed.

"I'm agreeing with you!"

"Mhm" He stood up, pressing a few more buttons, ignoring the ginger as she sat in his previously acclaimed seat. "Good."

A silence took over them as Donna stared at her hand, thinking about having y/n give her nails a touch up. "So.." She began, treading on water. "If you're not jealous, I'm sure you'll be happy to know that y/n and Jack are thinking on going on a date."

"What?" He frowned, jaw clenching.

"Yeah, that's what they asked me to come and tell you. Will you take them to a romantic planet. Maybe somewhere with a restaurant? Pretty lights. Jack wants it to be special for her." As she spoke, she hopped from the seat and walked to the exit of the room, allowing her voice to travel with her, leaving a glum doctor standing alone by his console with his thoughts racing.

Later that day, y/n jogged into the kitchen, dressed in pajamas with her hair tied back. She smiled, finding the doctor eating a banana as he leaned on the counter. "Hello, Doc!"

His eyes lit up at the voice he found himself missing. He chucked the remains of his fruit into the bin, smiling at his companion. "Hi."

"Donna told me to ask you about 'the trip.' She's been banging on about it! Says I need to dress fancy. Jack's already picking out his suit."

His mind thought back to the conversation he had with Donna earlier that day and a frown engraved itself onto his face. "Oh, right."

Feeling an uncomfortable atmosphere creep its way into the room, she opened the cupboard and searched for her supply of jaffa cakes the TARDIS had gratefully given her.

The Doctor watched, a small smile growing on the corner of his lips. The TARDIS really liked y/n. It was not often his ship would offer a selection of his guest's favourite delicacies to them.

"Y/n", he said, earning a soft noise of acknowledgement from her. "Are you..Happy..here? With me?"

Y/n dropped her chocolate on the counter, rubbing her hands free of crumbs as she looked up at her Doctor. "Of course I am! What a silly question. I love it here! I love the TARDIS, I love our adventures! I love y-" her words fumbled over the others and she looked down in embarrassment.

"Are you..going to leave?" He asked, insecurities flowing out alongside his words. Y/n stepped close to him and grabbed ahold of his calloused hands.

"Of course I'm not. You're not getting rid of me, TimeBoy." She smiled. "Where's this coming from?"

The Doctor looked down at their joined hands and he squeezed them lightly, not knowing what to say to fill the quietness.

"Doctor?"

"It's just..." He sighed, finally allowing himself to meet the eyes he'd found himself getting lost in so often, he could alonost count them as a second home. "I don't want you to date him." he mumbled.

"Date?" She asked, brows furrowed in confusion. "Who's going on a date?"

The Doctor looked perplexed, mouth opening and closing with no sound escaping them. "Donna said-" His mouth closed again, face hardening. "Donna." He whispered, rolling his eyes at his obliviousness to his sassy friends blatant lies.

Still confused, Y/n searched his eyes for answers. "Donna said what?"

Sighing, he explained, "Donna told me that you and Jack were going on a date."

"A date? With Jack?" Y/n laughed, crinkles forming under her eyes. "I love Jack, obviously, but only as a friend." She said, still laughing until realisation hit. "Wait, but would it be so bad if Jack and I were more than friends?"

"Yes." The timelord answered so quick.

"Oh, thanks." His companion said, dropping his hands while creating some distance between the two.

Understanding his mistake, he reached forwards and took her hands again. "But only because.. because .. I don't think you're suited well."

Y/n frowned but her eyes softened at the vulnerable look on her Doctor's face. It was his turn to stumble through his words and she watched as a pink hue danced upon his freckled cheeks and tinted the tops of his ears. "Doctor, what are you trying to say?" She prodded softly.

"I-" Forcing himself to say the words, he looked nearly pained. "I'm saying.. that you're better suited for someone else.." Penny in the air. "Someone like, well, me." Penny drops. "Y/n I am in love with you. So absoloutely and completely in love with you. I never thought I would find love again, but I did. I found it in you."

Silence filled the room once again. His brown eyes searched his companion's face but found no signs of mutual feelings. Her face had remained unchanged, no words leaving her lips. He searched her eyes, so used to being able to read everything she was feeling just by looking into them, though he again found nothing.

He started rambling, tripping over his words. "I'm so sorry, just forget I said anything, it doesn't matter." His hand tried to slip out of hers so he could exist the room, but she clung on firmer, not allowing him to move. "Really, y/n, I'm so sorry, just for-"

Suddenly he felt her soft lips on his. He let out a noise of startled surprise before it registered that she was kissing him. The dream he had dreamt a million times had became a reality. His mind sprung into action quickly, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in closer and deepening the kiss. His free hand reached up and stroked her cheek as their mouths moulded together perfectly.

She truly was made for him.

Breaking away, the doctor pressed his forhead to hers, lips barely distanced, both of them panting. She reached up and ran a hand through his gelled hair, before bringing it down and stroking his neck.

Both of their lips were plumped from the kiss, and she bit into hers before talking. "Doctor, I am just as equally as in love with you."

A massive smile broke onto his kissed lips and he tugged her closer, bringing her in once again. However, they were interrupted by cheering.

They turned their heads slowly, looking at the door and spotting his redheaded companion and immortal friend cheering and high-fiving, drowning in victory.

AHH, SECOND POST= DONE. hope you enjoyed! Thank you so much for the support on my first fic. I'm really enjoying writing again! I used to love it, but I found myself doubting my abilities and becoming inconsistent with it. So, to have people read my work and like it is just unimaginable. Thank you! <3

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xela-fo-stuff · 2 years ago

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𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

↳ summary: in which the doctor is feeling a bit mischievous

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: anything you want—jawny

masterlist!

You had been hoping to enjoy a night to yourself for once. No immediate threat of an alien or monster looming over your shoulder—just you, a ridiculously comfortable couch, a plate of biscuits, and the most recent book you had found yourself swept up in.

Everything had been going brilliant until the Doctor walked in.

The feeling of being watched made you look over the cover of your novel, only to be met with a tall figure leaning against one of the T.A.R.D.I.S's many doorframes with a crooked smile.

"Hey. What's up?" You smiled, watching as the Doctors eyes sparkled with something you couldn't decypher. His grin widened at your greeting, eyes crinkling at the corners happily as he approached you.

"Oh nothing." He dragged out the sentence, stopping where he was to rest his face in the palms of his hands while he watched you. Your brows furrowed at his strange behavior, but you ultimately shrugged and went back to your book. It wasn't a normal day on the T.A.R.D.I.S without the Doctor acting strange after all.

You were only able to get a few more sentences deeper into the adventure on the page before it was snatched straight from you, leaving you staring dumbfounded at empty space.

"Hey!" You frowned and looked up, watching as the Doctor examined your book above you from head to toe with a playful smile. "Give it back!"

He hummed and pretended to think about it for a minute, tapping his forefinger on his cheek before smiling. You almost found yourself smiling with him before remembering you were supposed to be mad.

"Only if you give me a kiss." The Doctor said, glancing at you innocently while dangling the book above your head in a tantalizing motion.

You could feel your neck heat up as his words made a home in your brain, an embarassing amount of blood rushing to your face.

"Really? Is that what this was about?" You sputtered, hoping the lighting was low enough so the Doctor couldn't see your face. "Jeez, you're like a cat. Causing mayhem when you want attention."

"But you love me!" He beamed, dipping down to get closer to your position on the couch. "And you're avoiding my offer, you know."

Glaring half heartedly, you took one more look at the hardback clutched in his hands before giving up with a sigh.

You went to say something else to him before being abruptly shut up by the feeling of warm lips of your own.

The suprise that had come with the kiss quickly melted into something softer as you began to mirror it. The feeling of being kissed by the Doctor was something that you had experienced before, but every time was like the first all over again; each movement filled with the softest type of love only he had been able to give you.

He breathed his very essence into you in a way, allowing himself to be vulnerable like nothing before. And in turn, you were always there to welcome him with open arms, never swaying or faltering.

Smells of cinnamon and pine filled your senses as he began to pull away, and a soft hum sounded in front of you.

When you opened your eyes, he was looking at you with a mixture of adoration and smugness, watching as you attempted to even out your breathing in vain.

A beat of silence passed between the two of you as he held out the book for you to take again. You stared at it cautiously for a moment before taking it and sliding it aside, reaching up to pull the Doctor down on the seat next to you

"I thought you wanted your book back?" He said with a knowing smile, hair a bit ruffled from the kiss. You just shot a glare at him as he laughed.

"It wasn't a good read anyways." You grummbled before going in for another kiss, successfully muting whatever smug comment he had been about to make.

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xela-fo-stuff · 2 years ago

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The Doctor: Treat spiders how you want to be treated

Y/n: Killed without hesitation

The Doctor: No—

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Hello (◍•ᴗ•◍) u saw that your request were open. Can you write some romantic headcanons of bowser with his s/o, it can be fluffy or spicy whichever you're comfortable with thank you in advance

Alright, Coming up!

Bowser Romantic Headcanons.

Meeting:

You know how dragons like to make hoards of anything that’s shiny, and glimmering, and just want it all to themselves?

That’s the closest thing that Bowser felt after he met you.

Granted, it was pure accident that you met because he accidentally kidnapped you instead. Well, HIS minions made the mistake of kidnapping you.

You were Peach’s Royal Attendant. You were taking care of some of Peach’s documents while she was in a meeting when it happened.

“You ain’t Peach!!” Bowser Growled at you with his claw dangerously close to your face. You gulped nervously at the predicament you were forced into. “N-No Sir, I’m not. I’m just her attendant. Please don’t hurt me”.

He huffs in frustration. He’ll be sure to punish the idiotic minions that make this mistake. But what to do with you? “...You’re not totally useless. I can make this work.” “Huh?”

He was going to use you as a hostage to make Peach agree to marry him. She cares way too much for her people to leave you in danger. It’s the perfect plan!

So that’s how you were trapped in a cage, waiting currently for someone to rescue you as Bowser planned a letter to threaten the Peach with for your Safety.

Welp. With nothing better else to do, you might as well try to make conversation if you’re going to be here for a while.

“So….Got any hobbies?”

Bowser raises an eyebrow at you. “What?”

Safe to say, Bowser was very annoyed at your attempts to make small talk. But he entertained the idea since he was running blank on what to write to the Princess.

Maybe if he decided to talk to you a bit, You’ll eventually stop talking altogether.

And maybe fix this writer’s block.

Neither happens.

You were a chatterbox, and he seemed to lose interest in the letter altogether.

You were genuinely curious about him since you’d only heard about him From Peach.

He was Scary, but you couldn’t help but look at him in interest.

And he….didn’t mind. Actually, the way you looked at him in curiosity when he talked made him a little Bashful. Not many ask a lot about him

No one appreciates his awesomeness in all its glory, so you asking about him kinda…made him want to talk to you too.

Peach is usually silent when he tries to talk to her, so it's nice to talk to someone for a change.

Both of you didn’t realize how late it was until Kamek came to remind him that Dinner was ready.

It was shocking to him he talked to you so much without getting bored and shocked him even more that he didn’t want the conversation to end.

That lasted for about 3 days before Mario and Luigi came to the rescue.

And Of Course, he got his ass handed to him.

Mario grabs your hand as he walks away from the barely conscious Bowser. “Come on-a (Y/N). The Princess was-a so worried about you.” You followed the bros out the front door of his castle, but you turn quickly to look at Bowser. “Bye, Bowser! See you Later!” Bowser lays there as the three of you left, contemplating was you just said. ‘’Later’?...later…..Later.”

There was definitely going to be a Later.

Pre-Relationship:

He starts ‘kidnapping’ more frequently. To the Point where Both his minions and Peach notice it.

“Sire, Why are we taking this Human instead of the Princess? What could the servant provide that we can’t just get from the Princess immediately?” Bowser Glares at the Koopa, and stomps towards them, making the Koopa jump in fear. “Are you questioning me!? I know what I’m doing! We need that servant because she’s more likely to tell us things without a fight! I’m going to use it against this Kingdom when the time is Right!” Translation: I miss this human a lot but couldn’t think of a reasonable way of seeing them again so I kidnap them so they’ll have no choice but to spend time with me, but I won’t admit that to anybody.

Princess Peach runs up to you to inspect your face as Mario and Luigi save you again. “Thank Goodness you're alright! Did that Monster hurt you? I’m so sorry you got dragged into this.” “Princess, I'm Fine, Really. Don’t worry about it. Mario and Luigi saved me so all is good with the world.” Translation: Bowser has no idea how to ask to hang out so I gotta keep up this facade until either I ask him personally to hang out. I had a fun time with him but I don’t want you to freak out at this.

He has obvious favoritism for you.

It’s laughable to even call you a prisoner because you don’t even sit in the cage when he kidnaps you.

He orders his minions to prepare a room for you.

He even made sure they got delicious food sent to your room when supper was ready.

You don’t attempt to run since you enjoy his company and he enjoys yours.

Kamek and the rest of his minions as You and Bowser talk about certain topics walking down the Royal Hallway. Bowser notices this and glares at them. “Is there something you need to say?” He rhetorically asks in a dark tone.” They stop looking and stand guard quickly. Bowser's face softens, looking down back at you. “As you were saying?”

He is also a little touchy with you. He usually has his hand on your back when you talk. Also has you sat on his forearm when he wants you to be closer.

He’s a little touch-starved. He forgets that he has to act like he’s holding you prisoner.

Mario and Luigi came to ‘rescue’ you for the 8th time. It was different today. They defeated his defenses but when they came to the throne room, he wasn’t ready for them to come. He was asleep. He was on his some curled up in a sleeping position and there you were, next to his face as he held you down with his arm, pulling you close to him.

The Mario Bros stare at yall in shock. You shush them when you spot them and waved them over quietly. They come and you carefully wiggle out of Bowser’s Grasp. “Let’s go.” You whisper quietly. They nod and head out the front. You take a piece of paper and leave a note. I’ll be coming over next week, You don’t have to pick me up anymore. - (Y/N).

You tuck the note under his hand, and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, leaving before he woke up. He smiles in his sleep.

Post-Relationship

Congratulations! You have the Koopa King’s Heart in your Hands now.

Achievement unlocked: Bowser will now kill for you.

But yeah, if you thought he was sweet before. Get ready for that time 3.

He just wants to make you happy and bathe you in riches.

Are you hungry? He gets the minions to make a 5-star gourmet dish just to your liking.

Thirsty? He will bring you a gold chalice embedded with shining jewels.

Is it too hot? Minions! Fan my lover and get them the coldest water we got!

Enemy needs to be wiped out? Say the word and he will bring them to your knees begging for mercy.

Calls you Starlight and Firefly because of how you brighten the room. Along with nicknames like Honey, and Sweetheart.

Also, be prepared for him to be right under you or more like you very close to him

He will pick you up in his hands just because. No reason. He just wants to hold you and keep you close.

He is very gentle when he has you in his hand. It makes you feel safe when he wraps his fingers around you lovingly. Claws never tearing your clothes or breaking the skin. You are treated as fragile as precious glass art.

He still has this urge to just pinch your cheeks and squeeze you a bit. You’re just too cute for your own. (Even when you’re doing absolutely nothing.)

Have you sitting on his lap when he’s sitting on his throne until yours is done being built.

Please kiss is on his snoot. He will melt at the affection with hearts in his eyes.

Please kiss him more. He craves it. He will wag his tail when you do.

You know how possessive and protective Dragons get with their treasure. Be prepared for that.

He will be so stubborn when you have to go to the Peach’s castle and try to get you to stay longer.

Do you have to go so soon? It’s early. Why don’t you stay another hour…or 2. Or you can’t wait till tomorrow? Or next week? Next Month? Next Year?

He has to fight this instinct to just grab you and keep him under him so that he can keep you all to himself.

…He only controls it 3 times out of 10.

Literally has you cuddled up under him in your shared bedroom because he doesn’t even want to share you with the Princess. You were a little annoyed.

He gives you his best puppy dog eyes to make you less angry. You can’t stay mad at that face.

Fine, But You’re going in the next hour.

He lets out a content purr as you settled into him.

He literally loves you so much. He hopes you stay forever.

He is so ready to ask for your hand in marriage.

He hopes you say yes.

#favorite writings

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xela-fo-stuff · 2 years ago

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Bowser requests you say? Ha who would do that........

Can I please have a bowser x reader who is the opposite of him? He's big, loud, and scary while she's small(human size), quiet, and shy?

bowser x shy!gn!reader headcanons

warning: none

a/n: Thank you for 100+ followers !! I'm glad so many people enjoy my writing, I appreciate all the support <33

He has to be big and loud, his subjects won't take him seriously otherwise

quite literally big, large, and in charge

bowser is the type to not allow any type of disrespect fly

made a joke he doesn't like? dungeon

decided to question his authority? dungeon

he rules his kingdom with an iron fist

has an attitude that matches his tough exterior

when he's with you? it's like he's turned into jello

all his walls immediately come down when he sees you

whenever he speaks to you, he talks in the most gentle tones and never raises his voice at you

he barely uses any strength when he's handling you

since you're really soft-spoken, he'd yell at everyone and everything around him shut up so he can give you his undivided attention

kamek has witnessed his king ripping a Koopa a new one and not even two seconds later he's cooing something at you

he's always aware of his surroundings, doesn't wanna risk accidentally squashing you

date nights are obviously a must for him

if you don't feel like being around other people, he has a feast made for just you and him in the dining room

every dish being either a favorite of yours or something new he knows you'll enjoy

whenever you've had an especially trying day, he'll sit you next to him and play you various songs on his piano

even offers to teach you

limits the number of guards that usually surround him

says he's a king and can defend himself

in reality, he wants you to be as comfortable as possible in your home

whenever you'd be in a conversation with someone, he's always hovering either behind or around you

the literal definition of the 'they asked for no pickles' meme

he'd burn anyone who dares even look at you wrong to a crisp

gets major cuteness aggression

you can be doing nothing, just existing, and he'll have this urge to just squish your cheeks and cradle you in his massive arms

also he uses his height to his advantage and raises whatever you might be using over your head to be annoying

will only give it back in exchange for kisses

"Um, your heinousness?" a nervous kamek stands before the fire breather, who's seated on his throne.

He flinches under the fiery glare that's sent In his direction, "can't you see I'm trying to have a conversation?"

You send an apologetic look from your place on Bowser's lap, having just been telling him about your day, as per his request. You feel him shift and sit up straighter as he tightens the hold he has around your middle.

"I-It's just that.. well.."

"Spit it out already!" his temper simmers just as quickly as it spiked when he receives a smack to the shoulder, not really hurting him, but it sends the message.

"Nevermind!" The magikoopa considers whatever it was a lost cause and poofs himself out of the room with a cloud of pink smoke. "You didn't have to yell at him. Whatever I was talking about isn't that interesting."

A clawed finger finds its way under your chin and carefully turns your head up towards him, connecting his intense gaze with your own. "As if. Now, you were saying?"

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🥺👉👈 As someone who is very much a Bowser enjoyer could you, perchance, write a fluffy Bowser x Reader? For a prompt... maybe the Reader finds him asleep and takes the opportunity to get closer to him? Or, something of the cuddling variety? Reader can be gender neutral- it don't mattah too much to me.

Cuddle Bug

bowser x gn!reader

It’s tiring running a growing kingdom. So many things can and have gone so wrong to the point where Bowser has to physically step in and fix it himself; which leads to a lot of complaining and ‘I have to do everything myself’s.

So it’s not uncommon to find his royal highness taking an afternoon nap in his room, which he always argues that he isn’t and is just ‘thinking of new war strategies’. The snoring that can be heard through the door doesn’t help his case.

Today though, once you’ve figured that the castle can be without its leaders for a few hours, you decided to join him for a quick snooze.

You find him in his giant bed, knocked out on his stomach with one arm cradling his head and without his sharp accessories, after bugging him so many times about how unsafe it is to sleep with them on.

“you could poke an eye out in your sleep.”

“I’d look so much cooler with an eyepatch.”

Once you’ve kicked your shoes off, you slowly move under the covers and make yourself comfortable. You look over at the sleeping turtle to make sure you haven’t disturbed his slumber and flop down on a pillow.

You weren’t expecting an arm to wrap around your middle and pull you from your spot. You can practically feel the expression on his face as Bowser moves you closer to him.

“Why would you do that,” you try to pinch the offending arm, “I just got comfortable.”

The king of Koopas opens his ember eyes and gives you a boyish smirk as he leans into his side, using the arm he had under his head to prop himself up.

You try to sit up as if to leave, which only makes him hold onto you tighter.

“Are you saying you don’t feel comfort in the arms of your favorite king?” All that gets him is a playful eye roll.

"Well, I wouldn't say favorite- ACK!" Mr. Comedian moves and puts a small fraction of his weight on you, and while isn't much still manages to knock the wind out of you; You feel his chest rumble as he chuckles.

Bowser takes the chance to flip you both over, with you straddling his chest and him on his back, "don't have to lie, I already know I am."

"Mhm." no use arguing against something that's true.

He brings a clawed palm up to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb. Soaking in his warmth, you nuzzle into him and hold a hand over his own.

The look in his eyes is so full of love and awestruck that it nearly has you melting into him; as if he didn't believe that you were there with him.

He lives for moments like these, just you and him in each other's presence with no disturbances. It's in moments like these that he lets his walls down completely with you, more so than he already does. He wishes he could spend all his days just like this, with you by his side.

For now, though, he's enjoying this moment for as long as he can.

knock, knock

“uhh, your majesties?”

“ASK KAMEK!”

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((The movie ain't even out yet but here I am-))

B O W S E R

• The big bad turtle monster falls in love easily. When he first laid eyes on you, he knows you're the one for him. His one true love.

• Bowser doesn't have a type, he generally goes for anyone whoever he deems a perfect partner for him.

• Does NOT take "no" for an answer from you. If you try to resist or ignore his advances, he will forcefully take you as his. Stealing you away in the middle of the night on a flying ship. Luckily, two Italians lend a hand to help set you free.

• If you agree to advancements like his gifts and terrible cheesey poetry, Bowser will be head over heels for you even more than he was before. Someone FINALLY loves him back! Oh great joy! Bowser might just not destroy another kingdom for a while ;)

• Bowser will take you on extravagant and expensive dates. He'll take you to dinner, an amusement park, a museum, anything! Your wish is his command. Bowser only wants to make you happy. The dates always have to be perfect. Always. If something goes wrong, say the waiter forgets your drink or someone accidentally bumps into you, Bowser will flip his lid. He'll start shouting that to the person that they're ruining his date. You have to hold him back from hurting the poor bystander.

• You're the only one who can calm him down. If Bowser is having a temper tantrum or a fit, you have to comfort him before he destroys the whole castle. He quickly lightens up whenever you're around. Dropping one of his poor servants and going to you like Bowser is your lap dog. The best way to calm Bowser is to let him lay his head in your lap as he grumbles about what's been bothering him. Usually, something about the koopa troopas or the Mario brothers.

• Wants LOADS of kids. TONS. Bowser had always desired a big family when he was younger. So, be prepared for a bunch of little ones keeping you up at night or having to separate fights. Ah, but you'll love them regardless.

• No question asked, he is the big spoon in bed.

• Bowser will sing for you during one of your many romantic dates. He did a whole concert for you at one point! And he'll do it again. If you're into music too, Bowser is going to want you to sing and preform with him. You can't say no to him, he'll beg you too.

• Depending on who you are as a person, Bowser might become better or worse. If you're good, he'll try to do good things for you. Like stop invading other kingdoms and learn to control his temper. It'll be a drastic change from who he originally was. Bowser would do it because he loves you very much. Heck, he might even apologize to the Mario brothers and peach but don't get your hopes up now. If you're bad, mamma mia, you're essentially encouraging his behavior. Bowser will destroy an entire civilization to make you happy! Steal goods and jewels, giving it to you as a present. He'd create a new galaxy and make you it's queen/king! You two are the worst villian couple known to exist.

• Bowser loves showing off for you. Whether it's proving his strength or how tough he is, Bowser wants to make sure that you know your "hot boyfriend" isn't scared of anybody.

• has the koopas build you a custom throne right next to his throne. He wants you to be with him at all times and he thinks it would make for a great birthday present.

• Bowser's partner only gets the best clothing, food, and jewelry throughout all the kingdoms. Feeling peckish for something sweet? His bakers will make you five layered cake of your favorite flavor. Perhaps wanting a new outfit? Bowser purchases the entire goddamn mall so you can have a shopping spree. Maybe feeling a bit cold? He's got you covered, just wrap your arms around him and you'll warm up soon enough. Bowser doesn't mind at all. He'll work in some new plans or arrangements while you hold him tightly.

• Kamek didn't like you at first but eventually grew to. As long as you make Bowser happy, he's happy.

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xela-fo-stuff · 2 years ago

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Let’s forget we were ever broken

Relationship: Loki x GN!reader (SFW)

Summary: It just wasn’t your week. You could feel the tension building – it twisted inside your gut and sent your heart racing, thoughts sparling until you wanted to curl inside yourself or scream so loud that the panic went away. All you knew was that you were one inconvenience away from breaking down. And then you dropped a damn mug.

Or, the reader is having a bad week and Loki is there to pick up the pieces, literally and metaphorically.

Word count: 4.8k

Content warning: magic use (sort of mind control, but in a good/helpful way), anxiety/anxiety attacks, stress, reader is kind of mean to themselves. No use of Y/N and no pronouns are used for the reader

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It just wasn’t your week.

It had started off with an extra difficult job in the lab, which both Bruce and Tony were “confident” you could handle on your own. Apparently, they had much more pressing matters to deal with, being bonafide Avengers and all, and so naturally they’d decided to leave the less important job to one of their most trusted employees. You.

Less important didn’t mean easier, however, and a job that should have had at least three people working on it only had… well, you. It was the first thing to send your anxiety pressing at the backs of your eyes, threatening to fill your chest.

But you pushed it down, convincing yourself that you were fine despite the countless times your own mind had proven that statement very wrong. When would you learn to actually listen to the warning signs your body gave you?

Not this time.

The next nail in the metaphorical coffin was your sleep schedule – or lack thereof. The lab project was draining your energy during the day, and anxiety was keeping you wide awake at night. You tossed and turned into the early hours of the morning, on the verge of panic over the most trivial things.

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My Girlfriend, The Worm

Y/N asks Bucky the worm question. Like the old man he is, he answers wrong.

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This is just crack fluff

“Have you asked him yet?” Peter said to his sister as they sat in their apartment. It was one of the rare times they were both home, and Y/N wasn’t sleeping over at her boyfriend’s place.

Sighing, Y/N shook her head. “No, Pete. There is no way I’m asking him that. I don’t care if it’s a part of some stupid trend,” she said and went back to reading the news paper.

It was something her brother had been seeing all over tiktok for the past few days. He’d sent a collection of them to MJ and his sister, but Y/N had ignored almost all of them. Until her brother brought it up while she was trying to relax.

“Please,” he said, his lip jutting out in a pout. “I’ll deliver you and Mr Barnes some takeout next time I’m on patrol,” he said.

Y/N put her newspaper down. “All that just for me to ask Bucky if he’d still love me if I was a worm?”

“Yeah!”

Huffing, Y/N stood from her chair. “Okay, come on.”

“Where are we going?”

***

Bucky was fast asleep on his sofa. He slept better there, but his girlfriend preferred the bed. He’d never tell her where he really slept when she wasn’t here. He usually didn’t sleep at night, either, so naps during the day it was.

He never expected someone to knock on his apartment door during the day. When they did, Bucky immediately jumped up and grabbed the gun from beneath his pillow. He inched towards the door slowly, not making any noise.

When he looked through the peephole and saw only his girlfriend and her annoying brother standing there, Bucky put away his gun and pulled open the door. “Hey Buck,” Y/N said and kissed his cheek as he let them in. Bucky caught her around the waist and pulled her to stand beside him as Peter walked in.

“Parker,” Bucky said, as Peter walked past him. Y/N rolled her eyes at him and kissed his cheek again. “What’s up, sweets?” Asked Bucky as he shut the door.

Grabbing his hand, Y/N pulled Bucky over to the couch. Her brother walked into the kitchen, helping himself to a glass of water. “I got an important question for you, Buck,” she said, grinning slightly. Her lip was pulled between her teeth as she tried to stop herself from laughing.

She was going to propose. Bucky's heart was in his throat, his eyes wide as he began to squirm in his seat. "Hang on a minute, Doll," Bucky muttered, standing up.

But Y/N pulled him back into his seat. Bucky could have easily overpowered her, pulled her up with just the strength of his metal arm, but he allowed her to pull him back. "It's nothing bad, I promise!" She assured him.

Bucky sucked in a deep breath and nodded his head.

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

From the kitchen, Peter burst out laughing. Bucky was silent, just staring at Y/N, waiting for her to elaborate. But she didn't; she stayed quiet, just staring at him.

"Did your brother put you up to this?" He whispered, eyes darting towards the kitchen.

Quickly, Y/N shook her head. "I'm being serious. Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"I... but you'd be a worm."

The smile dropped from Y/N's face. "Are you saying you wouldn't love me if I was a worm?"

“Doll, you’d be a worm. Am I missing something here?”

Y/N stood from the sofa. “Come on, Peter, we’re going home.”

***

Ever since Y/N had… declared herself a worm and left the apartment, Bucky had been trying to get a hold of her. When he had gotten no reply, he turned to the one person who could help, her annoying little brother.

Kid, what’s up with my girlfriend? He texted, struggling with the keys. He’d only just graduated from a flip phone with actual buttons for the keyboard to a touch screen, which struggled to recognise his metal fingers.

You told her you didn’t love her, Peter replied almost instantly.

Bucky frowned down at his phone. Since when did he say that? All Bucky could respond with was ???

You told her you wouldn’t love her if she was anybody else, that you only love her for her looks.

Sighing, Bucky typed out one last message before leaving his apartment.

Bucky wove through people as he walked through the city. His steps were quick, rushing to get to the Parkers apartment, which was on the other side of the city. Usually, Bucky didn’t walk, but there was no time for a car or a cab.

At the apartment complex, Bucky took the stairs two at a time to get to her. He threw open the door, which he had told Peter to leave unlocked for him, and strolled over to her bedroom.

It was Y/N’s childhood bedroom. She and Bucky had spent a limited amount of time in there, since she still had pink walls and a single bed. She still had up her posters of her favourite bands from when she was younger and a couple of teddy bears. Most of her time was spent at Bucky’s, splitting the costs of meals and things. He didn’t ask her to help pay rent or anything, since she was saving up for a place of her own. Bucky had thought about asking her to move in with him permanently, but he didn’t want his first apartment since the 1940’s to be their home. The apartment where he had countless nightmares before she came along.

Gently, Bucky knocked on her door. “Doll?” His voice was as gentle as his knuckles against the door.

When he got no response, Bucky pushed open the door.

Y/N was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed. A teddy bear Bucky had won her at a carnival was tucked under her arm and she held a picture of the two of them from last Christmas.

Bucky joined her, sitting on the end of her bed. “You know, Doll, I’d still love you if you were a worm. In fact, I’d ask Stark to find a way to turn me into a worm so we could be worms together,” he said, watching carefully for her reaction.

She put the picture between them on the bed. “Buck, I love you,” she said. “And I don’t need you to love me as a worm. I should have known you wouldn’t get it, you old man,” she said and pulled him over to her.

They laid on the bed together, Bucky’s bulky body on top of her own. They fell asleep like that, people in love. No, no, worms in love.

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xela-fo-stuff · 2 years ago

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Helmut Zemo x Reader (w/ Anxiety)

xFemale!Reader || TW: descriptions of anxiety + anxiety attacks

for this request ❤︎ (I’m sorry this is late!)

He knows the signs — he can always tell when you’re getting closer and closer to being overwhelmed with anxiety, an anxiety attack is coming, or even when you're just going through an anxious state. There are signs that he’s picked up on, such as you getting more distant in communication, even though it might help. You feel like it’s a bother to him and therefore wind up staying quiet about it unless he asks first. Thankfully, he understands that that’s just how you work and is more than willing to be the first one to bring it up.

↳ you’ll be in your room / work space for hours, isolating yourself, both trying to get stuff done and distract your mind from the anxiety creeping in. After a while Zemo makes it routine to come in and check on you, just to see if you need anything. / “Knock, knock,” you hear a familiar voice from behind, turning to see Zemo in the doorway with a tray of your favourite beverage. “Hi, sorry- kind of been busy,” you say quickly, continuing to fidget and rearrange whatever’s in front of you. “That’s okay,” he says gently, setting the tray nearby, reaching to touch your hand, “as long as you’re doing okay.” / Sometimes you take that as the opportunity to talk it out, other times it takes a couple tries on his part before you let your wall down and talk to him.

Moods — your anxiety sometimes brings about a more irritable attitude, where everything and everyone just stresses you out more and annoys you. It's because you're trying to bottle it all in, deal with the anxiety, and manage life. So, when you accidentally snap at Zemo, he simply pauses, takes a moment, and asks in a slow manner, “Love, is everything okay?” there's not demeaning tone, just genuine care / taking a deep breath, you try to keep it together, “yeah, fine, sorry.” / “Anything bothering you?” He casually asks, “anything I can do?” / Trying to keep your breathing calm, he can tell there’s something deeper at hand, knowing that you sometimes aren’t yourself when you’re anxious. / “I want to help,” he nods, raising his eyebrows to emphasize his seriousness, “if I can, I will.” He never forces you to talk, but he always establishes that he’s there for you if you need him; he’s not mad about the moods, he just wants you to feel a little more at ease, for your own mental state.

↳ he also completely understands if you need some time truly to yourself to decompress from everything. He’ll make sure that you have all your favourite comfort things, snacks, drink, blanket, movies, etc., he sets everything up for you, and then tells you that he’ll be in the living room and if you need anything just text him.

Reminds you — sometimes what makes you the most anxious is expectations, both from yourself and from others. If you don’t do enough work, or school, or you don’t attend something, you worry what impression you’ll give or if you’re letting other people down, when really you just need some time to yourself to recoup from the anxiety. Likewise, you can begin to feel overwhelmed when you push yourself to the mental limits. / “Darling, there’s no one you need to impress,” he reminds you, “all you should be focused on is you.” / “I know…, and I’m not doing enough, because I’m not enough,” you counter in a rushed tone. / “Not what I meant,” he tilts his head with a soft smile, “there’s no need to push yourself, you are perfectly on track for where you’re meant to be right now. No matter what anyone else thinks,” he softly kisses your forehead, "or what your anxiety tries to make you think."

Zemo is a great listener — when you finally break down to some venting, he is a number one listener. The timing is always okay with him, he never tells you "not now" or "can we do this later?" He doesn’t interrupt, he’s not distracted, he doesn’t ask you to cut to the chase. Instead, when the appropriate time comes, he asks questions to try and understand deeper or to help you work through it, he physically comforts you (holding your hand, rubbing your back), and makes sure you know you’re loved. It doesn’t matter if the conversation lasts 30 minutes or 3 hours, he’s there for you.

Anxiety attacks — during anxiety attacks when you're at your absolute lowest, he's right there to do whatever will help. Physical grounding? He's on it, you're in his arms and he's making sure you feel like you're being held tightly, he doesn't mind if you need to hold on to him like it's for dear life if it helps you ground yourself. Verbal grounding? He's here speaking assuring, calming, and loving words. Maybe you have a few anchoring phrases that you know help ground you, he's there to remind you of them and say them with you. // Anything that helps you he is more than willing to do, if you need to leave a situation, he'll get you out of it. If you're more sensory driven, he'll trying to ask you what you see, smell, and feel to ground you. / “Can you tell me three things you see?” He’ll ask, holding your hands and staying close to you.

Apologies — after venting or an attack, you feel the need to profusely apologise for your anxiety and behaviour when it hits hard. Zemo is the most understanding anyone has ever been with your anxiety, he doesn’t want you to feel like it’s a problem. He wants you to know that he does not see you as any less because you suffer from anxiety, he truly believes you're brave for waking up everyday and having to fight it. You are no less attractive just because he's seen you "ugly cry," it is not a bother to him whatsoever. / “I want you to know, I’m on your team,” he says, holding you close, “I am your biggest fan, and I always will be.”

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xela-fo-stuff · 2 years ago

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To Protect and to Provide

Based on this request: "Zemo x Reader: The reader goes on a mission with him, sam and bucky but get injured somehow and Zemo is worried about her"

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Sam and Bucky are arguing. Again.

This makes it- what, the tenth time this week? That’s just going off of the stuff you’ve seen on the security cams and by tailing them for the last couple of days to see what you’ve gotten yourself into by approving Bucky Barnes’ request for help.

Note to self: tell Sam and Bucky to get better at not having important, federal secret-centric conversations directly in front of security cameras. It’s getting annoying to have to keep deleting them from the footage.

However, you feel that they’re justified in fighting this time. Bucky has taken the liberty of freeing Baron Helmut Zemo from prison, something that definitely should have had Sam’s approval. It probably should have had your approval as well, seeing as you’re one of the agents who had to handle the damage Zemo dealt in the first place, but Bucky’s always been more of a lone wolf. He’ll ask for forgiveness afterwards if it suits him, but you don’t mind.

That’s how things usually work in S.H.I.E.L.D., at any rate; you do your work as a solo agent and apologize for any red tape you crossed while you were out in the field. Still, you suppose you never did something as drastic as liberating the man who fractured the Avengers into pieces.

Sam is, understandably, reacting poorly to the news, especially when confronted with a newly freed Baron Zemo face to face. From your vantage point hidden in the shadows and out of their lines of sight, you can see every concerned furrow of his brow.

“Why could this possibly be a good idea? Sure, maybe the guy could have some insight on tracking down supersoldiers, but I’m finding it difficult to believe he’s not going to betray us. Are you forgetting what he did?”

Bucky sighs. “I’m not forgetting that. I’m also not forgetting that we need help locating the Flag Smashers, or a lot of people other than the Avengers are going to get hurt.”

Sam pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly fatigued from the weight of Zemo’s additional responsibility. “And how are we supposed to find and fight the Flag Smashers while also keeping an eye on Zemo?”

Bucky takes a half step forward, pleased that the conversation has finally gone the way he’d hoped. “Actually, I already thought about that and got some additional security.”

Sam looks suspicious, likely because Bucky’s last great idea involved getting Zemo out of his cell. “Who’s your security?”

This seems as good a time for a dramatic entrance as any. You step forward from the shadows, allowing the light to finally illuminate your face and expose you as having been here all along.

“That would be me. I’m Y/N L/N, and I’ve been with S.H.I.E.L.D. for a very long time. Making sure people don’t stab you in the back is kind of my specialty.”

Sam startles slightly at your abrupt entrance, although Bucky just looks as if he’s been expecting something like this. Zemo takes off his borrowed prison guard’s cap the moment his eyes land on you, the picture of a perfect gentleman. Even after Sam starts talking, the baron’s gaze still remains captivated by you.

“Y/N L/N, huh? I think I remember Steve saying your name once in passing.” Sam says.

You nod. “I’ve worked with the Avengers before, most notably helping Steve find Bucky when he first turned up as the Winter Soldier. You don’t have to trust me as much as he did, but you can count on the fact that I’m not going to let you die.”

Sam stares at you for a moment longer, then shrugs. “Alright. You know what, alright. Supposing this plan works, we’re probably going to need all the help we can get. We leave tomorrow morning.”

Sounds good to you. Sam seems to accept your presence pretty well, especially after you have to save their collective asses from a shootout about half an hour later. Bucky seems happy that he’s at least temporarily alleviated Sam’s wrath over breaking Zemo out, so a tentatively good mood has stretched over the group.

The reaction to your presence that surprises you the most is Zemo. You assumed he would be as unnervingly calculating with you as he is Sam and Bucky, or at least talk to you with some form of passive aggressive nonsense seeing as your being here means it’ll be harder for him to get away with whatever mad scheme he no doubt has planned, but that’s not the case.

In fact, he seems more open to you than anyone else, especially when he realized that you could speak a little Sokovian. As a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent assigned to help with Sokovia during Ultron, and as someone who wants to make sure Wanda Maximoff was in their corner, you figured it couldn’t hurt to have a basic understanding of the language.

You didn’t anticipate it coming in handy now, though. You and Zemo have long conversations on his plane, much to the suspicion of Sam and Bucky, but you couldn’t care less about their opinions of you. You’re still saving their lives, so they can think whatever they want. Besides, Zemo gets this soft smile whenever he hears you slipping over his native syllables, and it fascinates you enough that you want to see it again and again.

Truth be told, you feel a lot closer to Zemo than you strictly should. You still keep him at arm’s length, as per an agent’s tradition, but you have quiet talks as you walk throughout a variety of cities trying to track down the Flag Smashers. Some of these chats happen in Sokovian, others, when Sam and Bucky are getting a little too antsy, are in English so they can hear mild parlor conversation and have their fears averted for the time being.

Zemo is nicer than you thought he would be, maybe that’s what’s getting to you. He asks about your life as an agent, although he only uses questions that have been carefully tailored to not force you to give anything away. Zemo knows that the second you suspect he’s asking around for federal information, you’ll stop talking to him, so he steers clear of damaging topics. It’s a kindness that he does not extend to Bucky, although that could just be his inherent dislike of supersoldiers.

Take tonight, for instance. There will be an expedition into Flag Smashers territory tomorrow, and all signals point to it ending in a fight. You’ve checked your weapons about a dozen times over, and scouted out the area as best you could, but all you can do now is sit tight and wait for the day to come.

You’re leaning against a marble-topped peninsula in the latest hideout, staring at the glass idly placed in your hand. It’s probably not the best to be drinking before a fight, but the mission won’t happen for a couple of hours and it’s only a few tablespoons, anyway. Not that you’ve managed to drink even a swallow of it, though- your nerves are too strong for that. You’re used to impossible missions, but usually you know that death or capture won’t risk your job. S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t know you’re here, so you can’t afford to slip up.

Soft footsteps sound across the hall, and moments later the door cracks open and Zemo appears, hovering over the threshold before realizing that you’re here alone and heading inside.

He pours himself a small glass before turning to you. “I cannot imagine the life you lead. Does it not grow tiresome to always risk your life for someone else’s fight?”

You shrug. “If I have to go to war for the lives of the people I care about, it’s always my fight.”

You hazard a glance up, and when you do, Zemo is looking at you with the same soft smile that you typically associate with you saving his life or using some Sokovian phrase because you heard him using it first.

“That’s a very generous sentiment,” he says, taking a step closer to you.

You let him come. “I can be a very generous person. On occasion.”

Zemo laughs, and you think it might be the first time you’ve heard him laugh without a motive, like he’s just a man who can find you funny, not a baron who needs to win to do anything worthwhile.

Then a troubling thought occurs to him, and his smile drops from his face as cleanly as blood falling from a blade.

“Stay safe during this mission tomorrow. You’re no supersoldier, and you can’t heal as easily.”

You arch a brow. “I don’t know that I’ve ever needed the reminder. I’m perfectly aware of my own limits.”

Zemo shakes his head. “I do not mean it as an insult, Y/N, just a warning. Perhaps I do not want to see you hurt.”

You had turned away slightly when he brought up the fact that you weren’t a supersoldier, and now he lays a hand on your arm, gently keeping you close. If you wanted to, you could reach forward and break several bones in his hand, just because he dared to touch you.

Instead, you stay. “I will watch myself if you do,” you offer.

He nods once. “It seems like a fair deal.”

You can’t help but laugh quietly at the earnest shrewdness in his gaze, and raise your glass in agreement. “A fair deal indeed.”

Like it or not, the morning of the mission still comes. You’ll be infiltrating a building with known Flag Smasher activity in the hopes of tracking down Karli Morgenthau long enough to figure out what she wants and where she’ll be going next.

The complex is no doubt teaming with enemy fighters, so stealth is of the utmost importance. Sam and Bucky are approaching from the north side, so Sam can get close to Karli. You and Zemo, however, will come from the south part of the building, searching for computers and hard drives or any source of information that you can take home with you.

The soles of your shoes crunch over gravel and broken asphalt, although you make no other sound as you approach. Gun in hand, you make your way carefully to an unsecured area of the complex, Zemo right behind you. There’s a door partially obscured under a low-hanging portion of the roof, and you’re able to kick it in without too much noise or difficulty.

Wordlessly, you start to move down the hall, and Zemo follows you. A few times, the two of you have to duck behind a large concrete column or head back down a corridor to avoid detection, but the job is done and you remain unseen by any and all Flag Smashers.

This might be a little too much good luck for you. You have yet to see a mission where everything went according to plan. Sure enough, your worries are proved correct when you hear something that sounds like a gunshot echoing out from the other side of the building, followed by ear-piercing klaxons screaming to life.

Bucky’s voice comes crackling in over your comms about half a second later. “They’ve spotted us.”

You grimace. “Yeah, I think I got that.”

Sam sighs amid a crackle of static. “Not helpful, Y/N. Get out now.”

You shake your head, forgetting for a moment that he can’t see you. “There’s a tech room around the corner. Give me thirty seconds and I can get what we need.”

Sam and Bucky erupt into immediate declarations of disapproval, but Zemo’s already beaten them to it. He takes your arm, pulling you into the shadows of a nearby corridor.

“You cannot risk your life like this. We have to call off the mission.”

He’s not wrong about the dangers, but you’ve been in enough situations like this to know that when you’re in, you can’t afford to back out. Leaving now will just make it harder to get that information on the Flag Smashers.

So, you give him your best attempt at a smile. “We need this. Trust me, alright? I’ll be back in a minute.”

You just have enough time to see his face twist into shock before you’re turning and running away back down the hall. There’s no point in trying to remain undercover anymore, as the Flag Smashers obviously know that you’re here, so you skid into the tech room without a second thought.

Luckily, the Flag Smashers only intended on being here temporarily, so they haven’t set up many protocols in place to keep you out. You shove a flash drive into one of the main computers, and start the largest file transfer you can manage.

They’ve already started to catch on to your plan, so you keep your gun aimed at the door, one hand on the trigger and the other poised over the flash drive, ready to take it and run at a moment’s notice. A few guards start pouring in, and you take them down as fast as you can.

You’re still just one person, though, and even if they’re slowed down by the one doorway, you’re going to run out of bullets eventually. The computer behind you beeps, signaling that the file transfer is complete, and you look behind you to retrieve the flash drive.

One moment. That’s how long you were looking away, barely any time at all but just enough for another Flag Smasher to get through the door without you noticing. When you turn back, flash drive in hand, they’re already pulling the trigger.

The bullet hits about a second later. The impact makes it feel as if you’ve been hit by a truck, and you’re pushed backwards on legs that no longer seem to support your weight. Blood is pouring out from the hole in your shirt, and it is not good in the slightest. You manage to fire at the man who’d shot you, granting you a temporary reprieve, but it’s not enough.

Another pair of guards appear in the door, and you know that this is it. You’re going to die from this bullet wound, and there’s no way you can take down both of these guys, what with your vision already tunneling.

As you watch, though, two gunshots ring out and the men fall to the floor. Standing behind them, lowering a smoking gun, is Zemo. His face constricts with horror when he takes in the sight of you, covered in blood and on the ground.

He’s by your side in a second, gently pulling you into his arms. “I need you to stay with me, agent. Just for a little longer.”

You should respond, but you’ve lost so much blood that you can’t quite force your tongue to move. Zemo notices this, and you watch as he desperately calls Sam and Bucky over his comms, asking for medical help.

He picks you up, carrying you through the crowded halls. Zemo has to stop just shy of the door, though, because more Flag Smashers have massed outside the exits, intent on choking you out and not allowing your group to escape.

Zemo’s hand is on your face, gently propping up your head in an attempt to keep you conscious.

“Keep your eyes open, alright? I need you to stay with me for just a little longer.”

He sighs suddenly, the weight of a thousand suns seemingly on his shoulders. “I don’t know why you mean so much to me, but you do. I don’t know why I need you more than breath, more than life, but I do. Just stay with me. Please.”

You want to do as he says, really you do, if just so you can ask him what that means more than anything else. The world is growing suspiciously dark, though, and as much as you try to pay attention to Zemo’s words, you can’t.

You wake to the sound of machines beeping and quiet voices. You hurt all over with the simmering kind of ache that tells you that you’re at least not about to immediately die, although recovery will be hell.

You keep your eyes shut, recognizing two of the voices as Sam and Bucky. They’re talking about the mission you just finished, and the data you were able to retrieve. They appear to be just on their way out, though, as their voices soon fade away and are cut off entirely by a closing door.

Another voice sounds now, calming in its tranquility.

“You can stop feigning sleep now, angel. They’re gone, and you have no more information to overhear that you couldn’t gain just as easily by asking me.”

You smile and open your eyes, revealing Zemo sitting in a chair by your side. You’re in a bed hooked up to an IV, and although there are a considerable amount of bandages wrapped around your midriff, you think that the danger has likely passed.

“Perhaps I like being able to listen in. You shouldn’t fault me for that.”

He chuckles softly. “I have no fault with it, I just think that there are easier ways to go about it. You were shot, you shouldn’t be straining yourself over secrets that I would gladly tell you.”

There’s a warning tone in his voice as he mentions the fact that you were shot, and you grimace.

“Alright, I know I was injured, but I completed the mission. That’s always the primary goal of stuff like this, above the health of the agents when necessary.”

Zemo sighs, running a hand absentmindedly through his hair. “I don’t deny that this is what you were trained to do, but for those of us who would rather not see you rushed into medical care, I wouldn’t mind if you changed a few prerogatives.”

He pauses a moment, then continues. “I meant what I said. I need you alive. I need you with me.”

You weren’t expecting such an honest confession, and it stuns you. Carefully, you mention that you need him as well, but the rush of painkillers no doubt injected into you by happy-go-lucky doctors is getting to your head.

Zemo notices this, and smiles. “Save your strength, love. We can talk about this later.”

You want to talk about it now, while your mind is still firmly entrenched in the topic, but rest does sound rather good. Your eyes flicker shut again, and the last sensation you recall before slipping beneath a sea of sleep is Zemo, pressing a kiss to your forehead. After that, there is nothing at all but a feeling enchanting every one of your dreams that you are blissfully, unimaginably happy.

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