thinking about dc characters who were in love with you finding you alive in alternate realities.... clark just wanting to bring you home... jason being unable to stop himself from feeling so selfish over wanting to take you from the version of himself in that dimension.... bruce unable to let down any walls with that version of you, too scared to have to lose you again.... hal being driven to speechlessness for the first time in his life and fighting back all the grief he already thought he'd handled...
Pairing: Gym Teacher!Dean Winchester x History Teacher!Reader
Word Count: 790
Summary: Of course he's decided to bother you while you're grading papers.
Warning(s): Smut. Smut. Sex.
A/N: One of my friends challenged me to do this, so I finished this in one night. :3
I am an 18+ Blog.
You groan softly as you shake your head, marking another answer wrong on a students paper. You didn't understand, you had pushed the test back by a week to better help your students prepare, yet they didn't utilize any of the extra time correctly. You know for a fact that this student probably didn't know what class this was.
You knew once you passed these exams back, and your students saw their grades, you'd be their worst enemy.
You rub your hand down your face, popping your wrists before stretching backwards. Your back pops in a few places before you melt, dropping your arms and preparing yourself to get back to grading. A glance to the clock on the wall tells you that you've been in your classroom for an hour and a half since the final bell rang.
A knock at your classroom door startles you, a stray mark now on the essay question in bright red ink. You scoff, capping the pen before pushing out your chair, walking towards the door, your lanyard jingling with every movement.
Dean smiles, holding a bag of takeout. You look at it, before slowly dragging your gaze to his face, your hand on the door still.
"What's this?" You ask, your brows furrowed.
"Food." He says simply, stepping into the classroom. He's no longer in his usual Gym attire, having changed into his usual jeans and T-shirt, though the whistle still lingers around his neck. You think he probably went home, got food, and came back to work. "You know Food, right? You eat it." He teases.
You can't hold back your groan, rolling your eyes before going to your desk. He pushes the door closed behind him as he enters the room, jiggling the handle to confirm it's locked. You crash into your chair, and it rolls backwards. You take your lanyard off, tossing it onto the desk as you pick your legs up to set your feet on your desk, careful to not step on the papers.
"Thought we weren't supposed to put our feet on the furniture?" He taps your foot as he sits on your desk.
"We're not supposed to put our asses on tables either, but I'm not getting onto you about it right now." You snap halfheartedly, hand out as he puts a burger wrapped in tin foil onto your palm. Still warm.
He wastes no time in devouring his own burger, grease running down his fingers, no regard for the sauce on the corner of his mouth. You scoff out a chuckle, opening your own meal.
You both eat in silence, well, at least you do. He can't seem to stop himself from making obscene noises for his burger.
"You're always working," He finally comments, tossing the wrapper in the trash, wiping his face.
"Well, I actually have to *work* at my job, so." You grin sarcastically, tossing your trash at his face. He takes it in stride, catching it and tossing it into the trash.
"I work!" He defends himself.
"No you don't!" You guffaw. "You get paid to make students stay in shape, but you don't do the same."
"I work out regularly!" He points out. "My stamina is amazing."
"As if."
-
The desk is hard against your chest, your hands gripping the sides hard. The wood furniture scrapes against the floor harshly with every rough thrust from behind you. His jeans rub the skin on the back of your thighs as he fucks into you.
"What was that?" He asks, a cocky grin on his face as he positions his head next to yours. "What'd you say about my stamina?"
"Shut up-" You choke out, whining as you scrape your nails against the wood.
"I can't hear you." He teases, biting your ear lobe, tugging roughly. You almost squeal, but you clamp a hand over your mouth, knowing you couldn't possibly be the only two people left in the school.
He's so damn talkative, never knowing how to shut the fuck up and just fuck you.
You push yourself up, turning your torso to grab the whistle around his neck. His eyes widen as you jerk it forward to connect your lips to his. He eagerly returns your kiss, kissing you just as sloppily as he eats his food.
His thrusts turn sloppy, his chest stuttering with every shaky breath. His saliva drools into your open mouth, and eagerly you swallow.
His grip tightens on your hips, body shuddering one last time with three final deep thrusts. He stays seated within you, collecting himself, the whistle jingling as you let go.
"Fuck-" You mutter, kissing him one last time. "Maybe your stamina is fine."
Note: not edited, just a quick scratch before I forget the idea lol
The hustle and bustle off the city mutes as the door chimes behind you. The bells clanging as it closes. “Helloo—oh.” Your coworker chimes as they stand at the register, their greeting dying as they realize it wasn’t a customer that had come in. Faux enthusiasm going out just as fast as it came.
“Clocking in?” They ask, raising their eyebrows. You nod, “Yep.” You chirp, voice sounding just as dead as theirs. “Good luck— it’s been a fucking day and a half.” They drone on, warning you of the dreaded shift that you were tagging them out of.
You give the typical response, lips pursing together to show how you felt on the inside: definitely not looking forward to this shift.
“Great,” Your tone is flat, you grab your time card and slot into the top. The machine grabs it and dips it down stamping the time of your arrival. You grab it and place it back into the holder. You glance up at your coworker, “Any idea who else is coming in?”
They shrug, “Manager said someone called out— so you could be with anyone, or no one, for that matter.” You heave a sigh.
Great. Awesome…Fantastic.
“Welp, I’m out of here. It’s a new drawer, so just log in.” They pat your back as you walk up to the register, logging into the system. “Guy on 5 is getting a full tank— $50.” You nod as you look out the window at the skinny lanky man pumping his gas, his expression is gaunt. He looked like he had been stressed all his life, and after life.
As he is pumping the gas, the back door cracking open. You see three teenagers pile out as he pleads with them to come back, almost pathetically.
“Welcome~.” You chime with the same fake enthusiasm as your coworker had done earlier, the door chimes as the teenagers walk in. They duck their head in a quick, but polite greeting hurrying over to the drinks.
The taller black haired teen grabs a plain black coffee, making their girl teen scoff. “Wow, Fushiguro— can’t you drink something a little more tasteful.” She rolls her eyes. A scowl comes on his face fast, “Tch.” Is all he gives as a response.
You raise an eyebrow, mildly amused by their antics. The pink haired teen gasps and whips open a fridge door, “Look, Kugasaki, Fushiguro! They have the new ice cream sundae Dr.Pepper! D’you think Gojo Sensei would want to try it?”
She walks over to him. “Gross, probably. Dude’s a freak for sweets.” Fushiguro nods in agreement.
You blink slowly, getting weirded out by their talk, deciding it was probably best to tune them out. They grab a couple of things and bring them up to the counter to check out. “This all for you?” You ask them as you grab their drinks, scanning them and placing them in a bag, glancing up at the blank faced teen. He nods side eyeing the other two in his group, as they push each other bickering. The scowls at them, a slight flush on his face. Saving him from noticing his embarrassment, you hit the button displaying the total. “Ok. That’ll be $14.56— cash or car-“
He holds up a black card, Gojo’s black card.
“Gotcha.” You weren’t going to question why a teenager had a black card…
You hit the card button, the slot lighting up. He taps the card to the screen, paying without a word. You rip the receipt as it prints placing it in the bag, quickly reprinting and placing the copy into the basket.
You nod, saying a quick, “Have a good one.” He nods back, mumbling a ‘Yeah, you too.’ As he grabs the bag, pushing the other too out the door— “You’re embarrassing me, stop.” As they bicker about who chose the best drink and snacks.
The door chimes again, silence taking over the store. “Well….alright.” You say to yourself as you watch them walk back to the car through the window.
You turn back to the register— hopefully you wouldn’t have any more weird customers…
pomegranate!rafe. collage student. museums. philosophy major. rainy days. old cities. cherry wine - hozier. enjoys the work (iykyk). Aristotle. ancient Greek architecture. mythology phonetic. smokes on the occasion. lover boy. evermore girlie. yearner final boss. photography. remembers the little things. dusty books. gentlemen. met reader in their "deep dive into the origin of classic literature" class.
a/n: second intro done yayayayay!! I'm so ready to start this au!!
(I understand if it's not public, regardless I absolutely love your cryptic au tags)
Sorry it’s taken me so long to answer this, I temporarily blacked out at the thought of having to explain myself 😅 These are for an AU (not barduil or erasermic but a secret third thing) where the characters meet online when character A (praise kink) commissions platonic x reader fanfiction from character B (hand kink) based on a show they both enjoy.
This begs the question of why I refer to the characters as “praise kink” and “hand kink” when the x reader fic under discussion is platonic. The names are unfortunately accurate to the characters’ kinks, and they also protect me from the well-deserved shame I would experience if this ever saw the light of day. The shame I experience every time I use the tags “x reader au” and “[noun] kink” in order is a small price to pay.
So to answer the question, it’s not a public thing, but it looks so goddamn weird that an answer is definitely warranted! I’m glad you like my tags 😌 I have fun coming up with them even when they bite me in the ass later.
Vamp! Baekhyun x reader ( In bullet point form :) )
Summary: A lil human appears at Baekhyun’s casino one night. It wouldn't be weird if the Casino was meant to be findable to humans... but what’s one dumb lil human gonna do? ( In bullet point form :) )
Warnings: A bit of nonconsensual potion consumption
• Baekhyun owns one of the largest empires in the underground.
• The supernatural underground oop- even scarier than the normal one huh?
• His luxurious casino for the supernatural is the busiest and most famous of the bunch.
• It was the usual Thursday night for Baekhyun, playing cards with his usual crew of buddies.
• Unlike a usual Thursday though.
• In the middle of a game, which Sehun was unfortunately winning,
• A human somehow slips into the casino.
• You appeared to be quite wealthy. Dressed in an expensive silky white dress laced with elegant silver designs.
• but unlike many of the wealthy humans - or quickly frankly anyone wealthy- Baekhyun noticed you did not carry yourself with an air of arrogance.
• Your lulled around the large casino floor with your eyes sparkling with excitement and amazement.
• Your pleasant human scent lingered gently in the air.
• He watched as you wandered over to observe the game of poker him and the array of his five other vampire buddies played.
• simply observing for a round before gingerly sitting in the spare seat beside him.
• "How much to join?"
• Baekhyun found your voice easy on the ears, not scratchy or ticklish like many others he’d heard.
• But a pretty voice didn't mean Baekhyun wanted you hanging around, so he was going to tell you to bother another table.
• Baekhyun’s entourage waited for his response, staying silent.
• But Sehun the lil shit, chuckled from across the table and openly eyed you up with a excited smirk before answering you,
• “Ten Hundred”
• They all watched as you smiled delightfully, obliviously placing a neatly stacked pile of chips into the center.
• You didn't win once but continued to play and raise the stakes despite the continuously bad hands you were dealt.
• Baekhyun was certain you had the mental capacity of a 15 year old as you continued to lose money by the thousands with only an occasional pout to displace that pleasant smile.
• Aside from that, Baekhyun had to glare off the waiter that hovered their table to wait for you to excitedly order another expensive drink,
• Baekhyun didn't want you feeling overly welcomed after all.
• Despite the others’ amusement with the intoxicated, naïve and human you, he didn't find you excruciatingly exciting.
• He left the game to sit at the bar instead.
• Listening to the thunder of voices, clanking of playing chips, the rhythm of shuffling playing cards and occasional tumbling of dice,
• Until the seat next to him was taken.
• You smiled sheepishly at his unimpressed expression.
• The light clank of a glass tapping the bar surface in front of him broke his gaze.
• The waiter had placed two shot glasses before both Baekhyun and you.
• You were seemingly intoxicated and unaware of the drug that Baekhyun could smell in the shot,
• he stayed silent as he watched you happily consume the proposed shot.
• An airy sigh passed his lips.
• Easily tipping back the shot in front of him, the vampire waited to see who would stride over to collect you.
• He also hanged around to see you tip over and smack your head against the bar.
• However the longer he waited the more distracted he became, the further his eyes explored over you.
• He found himself admiring the the small hiccups that gently shook your shoulders.
• And imagined what it would feel like to comb his fingers through even just a few strands of you soft looking hair.
• But it wasn't until his hand had shot out to cushion your forehead from hitting the bar counter that he noticed.
• A sudden panic flooded over him, crashing into him like a wave.
• "Fuck-" He hissed out when he felt the first thud of his heart, as if physically unable to rip his hand out from under where your head rested.
• As your eyes fluttered open at his curse, he felt his heart skip a beat.
• Your innocent eyes blinked up at him, causing his breathing to become disoriented from the thumping of his heart.
• "Fuck!" He grabbed the material of his suit situated over his heart.
• It suddenly all made sense, how you, a mere human, found his casino.
• Why you were Naïve enough to waste so much money.
• Why that smell in your shot had been so obnoxiously strong.
• Why no one had collected the human they poisoned.
• "Shit! Y-you-" he chocked out, his heart thudding when she smiled again.
• It was because it wasn't you who was poisoned, it was him.
• He had taken a witch's Love Shot.
• Your Love Shot.
• "Aw, don't feel too stupid about all this~" you hummed, still smiling as delightfully as you had been through the night.
• "I'm very powerful. So much as that even you, Baekhyun, didn't notice I wasn't r e a l l y human."
• "You vile little bi-" his hiss was cut short by a stab at his heart when you pouted sadly.
• "Aw, please don't call me bad names. You'll make me cry, Baekhyun."
• He doubled over, clutching his heart just imagining you crying.
• His arm felt like it was being consumed in flames as you wrapped your arms around the limb.
• "Stop fighting and it won't hurt so much," your voice cooed from beside him, hand gently patting his hair.
• As you said, when he stopped trying to freeze his heart again the feeling of flames on his arms subsided, turning into a feeling much more pleasant.
• "Good." you, still appearing so human like, smiled angelically.
• "Now, how about you take me home?"
• The thought of a witch in his mansion made half of him feel sick, but the other half grew excited, eager and kinda desperate.
• Within a second's mistake, the Love shot had trapped him in an eternity of what all supernatural creatures feared most...
• Love.
I know Love Shot came out over 2 years ago, I’m super behind on it all lol. I actually wrote this just after the MV came out but I just never saw it again till now. So I hope you liked it!
ALso, Baekhyun is honestly such a cutie- sometimes, I don't know how the hell I can imagen him as a Casino owning vampire HAH, like I can only giggle at that gif I used
“Steve and (Y/N) raced along the ravine floor, grasping onto the other’s hand tightly,” Scott narrated.
Steve paused for a moment as he gave your intertwined hands a squeeze, a small smile on his lips at the knowledge that you were back with him. While (Y/N) longed to feel the same, she felt anxiety and fear bubble in her throat at the sounds of horses above the ravine, threatening to take her love away from her again. Upon noticing this, Steve gave her a warm smile to try and quell the worries so obvious on her beautiful face, wanting nothing but to see the smile that had kept him going these many years.
“Aha! Your fiancé’s too late. Just a couple more steps and the two of us will be safe and sound in the fire swamp,” Steve assured, a lopsided smile on his face that soon drooped as a result on your own face falling in despair even more.
“We’ll never survive,” the words falling from your lips without a second thought as you turned your head to look at the looming greenery that was bathed in shadows. You forced the lump in your throat down, before jumping a little at feeling Steve’s warm touch on your cheek as he moved your (h/c) hair out of your eyes. He captured your gaze, your (e/c) eyes glistening with fear and yet a touch of determination, a need to stay with Steve no matter what.
“Don’t worry (Y/N), you’re only say that because no one ever has,” Steve tried to comfort you, only for your legs begin to shake completely like jelly. Not much could scare you, and yet the thought of dying in swamp was only quelled slightly by the thought that at least you’d die side by side with your true love.
~*~
The growls of creatures filled the air as leaves and twigs crushed under foot despite the dampness of the swamp. If it had looked intimidating from the outside, the inside put it to shame ten times over. You could barely call the trees green, the heaviness of the air turning it a black only tinged with green it seemed. The trees were so thick and dense you could barely see twenty feet in front of you without once again getting lost in the thick of the swamp. Sweat built up on your dress as the humidity from the swamp bared down on you, your hands slick from where you clutched onto Steve’s now thick muscles. Holding you back with his arm, sword in other hand, Steve walked slowly with you through the maze that was the swamp, high on alert, determined to protect you.
“It’s not that bad,” Steve tried, only to receive a glare from you before you shuddered at another low guttural growl coming from somewhere in the swamp. Steve back tracked before clarifying, “well, I’m not saying I’d build a summer home here. The tree’s, however, are quite lovely.”
After a small huff from you in reply, the two of you kept going forward slowly. You sniffed the air softly, the smell of gas overwhelming you suddenly before you heard a popping sound. Flicking your head around to try and identify where the sound was coming from, only for a strong heat to overcome your face, a bright flame filling your vision. With a scream you panicked as your dress caught fire, heat trying it’s best to crawl up your leg and latch onto anything it could. Steve pounced in a second, smothering the flame quickly and efficiently before taking your face into his hands once again.
“Well now, that was an adventure wasn’t it? Were you singed, hurt in any way?” He asked, moving your face around to inspect it. You pushed his strong hands away softly with a small smile on your face, your heartbeat now evening out. You shook your head softly before reaching down and intertwining your fingers with his to feel even more comfortable in this otherwise hostile environment.
“You alright?” You asked in reply, just as worried for him as he was for you. He shook his head just as you did, before pulling softly on your hand to start guiding you further through the swamp. You tensed a little as you heard the same popping sound again, only for Steve to gracefully grab your waist and hoist you into the air, twirling you in a dance like motion. The flame lit up beside you, but this time you barely cared as you were settled snugly into his side.
“You been dancing since I last saw you?” You teased, “Another woman, maybe?”
“Not a chance!” Steve chuckled in reply as he tickled your side, causing you to burst out giggling.
“Been dancing on Captain America’s ship with some crewmates, waiting to do it with you,” He supplied, watching as your cheeks flushed slightly at his words. The popping sound filled both your ears once again, but this time you placed your hands-on Steve’s broad shoulders as he twirled you once again, the singed end of your dress fluttering in the air as you dodged the flame with ease.
“Well, one thing I will say; the fire swamp certainly keeps you on your toes. Hopefully, this will all soon be a happy memory,” Steve assured, giving you that boyish grin that always managed to lift your spirits in the darkest times. The vines in front of you both fell at the lithe swish of Steve’s sword. You couldn’t help but watch as the muscles in his arm tensed and released at the movement. While you had always loved Steve for who he was, you couldn’t help but admire this change in him as well.
“Captain America’s ship from SHIELD, the Helicarrier is banked at the far end of the swamp. And as you know, I am Captain America,” Steve informed, only for you to pause for a moment, trying to piece a timeline together in your head.
“But how’s that possible, SHIELD has been sailing with Captain America for 20 years, and you only left me five years ago?” You questioned, looking at Steve who could only smile at your constant inner workings.
“I myself am often surprised at life’s little quirks. See, what I told you before about saying please was true… it intrigued the head of SHIELD, Nick Fury, as did my descriptions of your beauty. Finally, Fury decided something. He said, ‘Alright Steve, never had a valet, you can if you’d like. I’ll most likely throw you overboard in the morning.’ For three years he said that. ‘Good night Steve, good work, sleep well, I’ll most likely throw you overboard in the morning.’ It was a fine time for me – I was learning to fence, fight, anything anyone would teach me. Fury and I eventually became friends. And then… it happened,” Steve explained before pausing, watching your face as you (h/c) brows knit together in both fascination, contemplation and excitement.
“What happened. C’mon Steve you know I can’t stand to be patient,” You pleaded, grasping his hand tightly as your (e/c) eyes sparkled in anticipation.
“Well, Nick had grown so tired of secrets and spies, he wanted to retire. He took me to his cabin and told me his secret. ‘I am just the head of organisation, infiltrated by Hydra,’ he said, ‘I have a plan to strengthen SHIELD, keep it running so I can make it up to the previous head, Ms Peggy Carter. You will lead SHIELD when I’m gone, so I can retire like the real Roberts has been for 15 years, living like a king in Patagonia.” Steve paused his explanation as you pulled strongly on his arm, dragging him away from another flame spurt in the swamp.
“Thank you,” Steve smiled before continuing. “Then he explained that this plan involved an experiment and new name, a necessity for inspiring fear in Hydra. You see, no one would surrender to little old Steve. So, we sailed ashore, where I underwent this strange ‘super soldier’ experiment that turned me into this,” He informed, signalling to his now huge muscles.
“After that, we took on an entirely new crew and he stayed aboard for awhile as first mate, all the time calling me Captain America. Once the crew believed and the rumour spread, he left the ship and I have been called Roberts ever since. Except now that we’re together, I shall retire and hand SHIELD over to someone else. Is everything clear to you?” He asked, watching as you nodded your head slowly as you finally understood what had happened to your beloved.
Feeling confident, you softly let go of Steve’s hand and stepped forward, only to be sucked into a pit of quicksand, swallowing you whole as a scream barely escaped from your mouth. The air stilled for a moment as Steve couldn’t breathe, trying his best to figure out what to do in this moment of panic. Looking around at his surroundings for anything that could help you, anything at all, he caught sight of a long vine and quickly cutting the vine a little and wrapping it around his waist before plunging into the sand after you.
All was tense in the swamp as the two people struggled under the sand, nothing but the trotting and growling of a rodent sniffing around the hole before suddenly sand started flying around everywhere. It scuttled away as two figures came out of the sand, Steve pulling on the vine with one arm as the other clutched you tightly to his side as if you might disappear. Both of you gasped heavily as you dragged yourselves away from the pit, trying desperately to fill your lungs with humid air that once seemed like a curse.
“We’ll never succeed, we might as well die here,” You gasped, feeling dread settle in the pit of your stomach. At least if you gave up now, you could build that summer home Steve had joked about before, it would be better than this hopeless trek. Steve only shook his head in reply as he stood, reaching out a hand to help you to your feet. He pulled you to your feet, and for the umpteenth time that day you were pulled strongly into his side. You continued to walk forward, the only assurance that everything would be okay was Steve by your side.
“No, no,” Steve gasped out, trying to smile and bring out your strength once again. “We have already succeeded. I mean, what are the three terrors of the fire swamp? Once, the flame spurt – no problem – there’s a popping sound preceding each. We can avoid that. Two, the lightning sand which you were clever enough to discover what that looks like, so in future we can avoid that too.”
“Steve, what about the R.O.U.S.’s?” You asked after you shook off the glare from his mention of the quicksand you had fallen into. Steve shook his head, trying to smile in amusement, but not quite being apple to.
“Rodents of unusual size? I don’t think they exist,” Steve tried, right before a giant rat came out of nowhere, hitting him in an almost fly kick and knocking him to the ground. The two struggled on the ground as you watched in horror, the giant teeth of the rodent gnashing in Steve’s face. If only you hadn’t just nearly suffocated in the quicksand, you would have sprung into action immediately to help him. Your trance was suddenly broken when Steve cried out after the rodent bit his shoulder, and you raced towards him, stepping on the beast’s tail to stop him from biting your farm boy any further. Unfortunately, it wasn’t your smartest move, and it quickly turned on you, causing you to back up quickly to try and get away. You tripped on the way backward, falling on your behind as you refused to break eye contact with the beast, scared it would pounce the second your attention was elsewhere. Your breathing quickened as you tried to think of an escape, before Steve came barrelling past you and tackling the rodent into the mud of the swamp. Now that the adrenaline had truly hit you, you grabbed the closest thing to you, which happened to be a large tree branch. You ran over to Steve who was still wrestling the beast on the ground, clubbing it on the side to try and get it away from him. Yet it didn’t let go of Steve no matter how hard you hit, it’s claws stuck into Steve’s arms and legs with no prospects of letting him go. The popping sound alerted you to what was about to happen, and you stepped away as Steve rolled over, letting the rodent fall right into the flame that spurted up from the ground. The rodent squealed in pain as it let go of Steve, who immediately rolled away from the heat.
“Shit,” You breathed, watching as the rodent still somehow got up, trying it’s best to hobble away into the depths of the swamp. Steve didn’t let it get far however, with an agile swing of his sword, the rodent fell dead to the ground, Steve panting and wiping sweat away from his forehead, only to smear blood on it.
“Language,” He scolded, out of breath from trying to defend you.
~*~
You held Steve with his arm over your shoulder, hobbling out as his blood dripped and stained the once beautiful, now torn, dress you were wearing. You cared little however, catching his tired and worn gaze of ocean blue, a smile overtook your (s/c) cheeks, eyes wrinkling at how happy you were. You were together, free.
“We did it!” You exclaimed, barely containing your excitement as you kept Steve steady on your shoulder. Steve chuckled at this, so in love with the fact that he was here with you, looking at your excited and beautiful face, just like how he had left you at the farm.
“Now, was that so terrible?” Steve joked, leaning in to try and capture your lips in his once again, longing for your warmth. Just as you closed your eyes to reciprocate, the thundering of hooves broke the moment, broke the future you had believed you were about to reach. You barely cared to contain your affection however, knowing that the person who had found you wouldn’t discover anything he didn’t already know. Prince Zemo rode up to the two of you, his entire guardsmen accompanying him as they surround you and Steve.
“Surrender!” Zemo declared, his critical eyes watching you carefully as you finally looked up at him, almost in your own form of surrender. It felt almost hopeless, and you scolded yourself for ever thinking you would escape him, or that you’d live happily with Steve until the day you died.
“You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well then, I accept,” Steve sassed, still grinning with confidence to try and intimidate the sad excuse for a prince.
“I give you full marks for bravery. Don’t make yourself a fool,” Zemo threatened, his eyes however still lingering on you as you tried to straighten your back and stand tall, all for Steve.
“Ah, but how will you capture us? We know the secrets of the fire swamp. We can live there happily in our summer home for some time, so whenever you feel like dying, feel free to visit.” Steve boasted. You could only inhale a sharp breath in as he did this, watching as Zemo flicked his gloved hand lightly. All the guard’s had cocked their crossbows, all aiming directly at you and your love. Feeling their strong and deadly gaze, you clutched tightly to Steve in an attempt to ground yourself the best you could. You already knew, there was no way you could get out of this with Steve unharmed.
“I tell you once again, surrender, or you’ll be shot,” Zemo yelled, at least, yelled in the only way the calculated man could. You felt Steve’s arm around you tense more, a fire suddenly lighting his eyes as his calm and controlled façade dropped.
“It will not happen!” Steve assured firmly, drawing his glittering sword from it’s holster and holding it out. You reached an arm out after him, attempting to pull him back from doing something stupid and life-threatening. You knew Zemo better than he did, and the likeliness that he’d take well to a threat like this? Well, it was very, very low.
“Don’t,” You hissed harshly under your breath, glaring at him with more poison than you ever thought you could muster towards your once little farm boy. It was all you could do though, to stop him from doing something that would get him killed. Zemo saw this warning however, and you watched his fingers twist in impatience, obviously wanting nothing more than to shoot down the man who had taken you away.
“For the last time, surrender,” Zemo stated, barely raising his voice as he stared the two of you down.
“Death. First.” Steve gritted out through his teeth, and your eyes widened as he went to push you behind him, all while Zemo looked to his soldiers, his hand about to signal your death. This idiot was going to fight, he was going to fight and get himself killed. You had already lost him once before, and knowing he was alive, well… right now it was enough. Shoving him away, you stood in front of him, blocking him from moving forward to be his usual rash-self.
“Will you promise not to hurt him,” You yelled, desperately trying to save him, your love. You closed your eyes for all but a second, but it was enough for a tear to form and start sliding down your face.
“What was that, princess?” Zemo hissed, his head turning back to you as he slowly lowered his hand, the crossbows starting to lower along with it. Oh, how you hated to do this, to lose him once again.
“What was that?” Steve asked as well, clasping your hand in his. You refused to look back at him however, closing your eyes to try and gather your feelings. It was always hard around Steve to put a mask on, but this time you had to. Feeling bile rise in your throat at the thought of going back to Zemo, you let go of Steve’s hand and faced Zemo the best you could. You could feel the tears falling down your cheeks faster and faster.
“If we surrender, and I return back to Florin with you, will you promise not to hurt this man? Please?” You practically pleaded, trying desperately not to let your thoughts return to that humble farm, the one where you and Steve could have been together.
“May I live a thousand years and never hunt again!” Zemo promised, and through your desperation, it seemed like he wasn’t lying. You knew he needed you to marry him, so you thought you could push this deal even further.
“He is a sailor on the pirate ship Helicarrier. Promise to return him to his ship,” You demanded, eyeing Zemo carefully through your blurry, tear-soaked vision.
“I swear it will be done,” Zemo assured, enough so for you to turn back to Steve. His eyes held a look of betrayal and disbelief, but all you could do was try and shush him like he was the one crying. Your heart hurt like hell, but you couldn’t have him die.
“Once we’re out of sight, take him back to Florin and throw him in the Pit of Despair,” Zemo whispered, as he leaned towards Bucky. Bucky could only nod like a robot in response.
“I swear it will be done,” He responded monotonously.
“I thought you were dead once, and it almost destroyed me. I could not bear it if you died again, not when I could have saved you. Now please farm boy, enjoy your life,” You smiled through the tears that Steve tried to wipe away, his own sad and lopsided smile barely hiding his own despair at having to leave you once again. Just as Steve went to respond, your face was pulled from his hands as Zemo lifted you onto his horse, bolting away faster than any wind Steve had felt on the sea. He watched after you, watching as you couldn’t bring yourself to even turn back and look at him. He knew what you had sacrificed, and yet he knew the type of man Zemo was. He wasn’t safe, but as long as you were, it would have to do for now.
“Come, we’re going to your ship,” Bucky grunted out, turning his horse around as Steve turned to face him. Recognition washed over Steve’s face at seeing Bucky, and yet he kept his mouth clamped shut. Now was the not the time.
“We are men of action, lies do not become us,” Steve chuckled, trying his best to shake the feeling at seeing his old friend again.
“Too true,” Bucky replied, short and sharp with no emotion at all. Bucky motioned for the guards to grab Steve, the sun hitting his metal hand and temporarily blinding Steve.
“What is it?” Bucky hissed, annoyed at Steve’s focus on his hand.
“You have a metal arm, someone was looking for you…” Steve started, before Bucky quickly pulled his sword from its hilt, hitting him over the head and knocking him out.
maybe an idol!au with kard? where you meet them backstage during a music show and they are a big fan of you? thank you!
We Appreciate You
❄Pairing: KARD x Idol!Reader
❄Genre: AU
❄Warnings: none
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(Reader’s POV)
So today’s finally the day, huh? I get to perform live in front of all of my favorite idols! My hairstylist curls and dyes the ends of my hair (F/C) while my makeup artist applies my eyeliner, drawing each wing on perfectly. “Now, I know today is really important and exciting for you, but could you please keep still while I have something close to your eye?” My makeup unnie asks with an impatient tone.
“Joesonghabnida, unnie.” I respond to her. In a few hours, I’m performing live in front of millions of people at the Mnet Asian Music Awards. Among those millions of people happen to be my most favorite groups such as EXO, BTS, Twice, and BlackPink. When my makeup unnie and hairstylist finally finish, they both turn me around so that I can see my reflection in the mirror. My features are more defined with the eyeliner, bronzer, and lip liner that my unnie used. My hair, on the other hand, contradicts my makeup, looking more delicate than fierce. It’s perfect.
“Knock ‘em dead, (Y/N)-ah.”
“Yeah, show them how it’s done!” My hairstylist pats me on the back and gives me a reassuring smile. “You’re going to do great.”
“Thank you, unnies. Now, I better be off.” I say, standing up from my seat and exiting the room. Despite feeling more confident than ever, I can still feel the nerves coursing through my veins. Strange how some things work.
“Miss (S/N), please follow me.” A security guard says as he approaches me. He takes me back towards a dark area that is illuminated only by the faint glow of the tv that’s in the corner. A black curtain hangs in the front of the area, which I assume blocks me from both the stage and the eyes of everyone in the crowd. “Please stay here until your name is called. It should be about twenty minutes before you are to perform. Oh, and while you’re here and waiting, your manager wanted you to meet a few fans.”
“Okay, I will. Thank you.” I bow deeply to him. Once he leaves, I let out a long exhale, trying to get rid of all of the nerves welled up inside of my body. I close my eyes and take two more deep breaths. Deep breath in, deep breath out, deep breath in–
“Is that (S/N) over there?” I hear a voice ask.
“Oh my gosh, I think that is!” Another voice. How many are there? I open my eyes and look over to my right. I can’t tell who it is because of how dark it is, but I presume that it’s a boy and a girl based off of their voices. “She’s looking over at us. What do we do?”
“Hello? Come out to where I can see you please.” I call out to them. I see four figures step out from the shadows, two girls and two boys. “Oh, hi there! ? It’s nice to meet you. You must be the fans with the backstage passes, right? My name’s–”
“(Y/N). Stage name’s (S/N). It’s a pleasure to meet you. All four of us are incredibly huge fans of yours, and we love everything that you do!” A tall boy with two toned hair says. “My name’s Matthew.”
“Hi, I’m Somin. It’s so nice to meet you!” A pretty girl with blonde hair walks up to me and bows down in front of me.
“There’s no need to be so formal with me. Please, just treat me like you would with your friends.” I tell them. They’re being so polite with me. I know I’ve been in the entertainment business for six months, but it still feels weird to have people bow in front of me. Usually, I’m the one bowing down in front of them.
“My name’s Jiwoo and this is TaeHyung.” A girl with dirty blonde hair gestures towards a boy with dirty blonde hair.
“Well, it’s nice to meet all of you, and thank you so much for supporting me! It means a lot to me. I know a lot of idols say this all the time, but it’s true. I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for you guys!” I flash them all the best smile I can manage right now. I’m still incredibly anxious about this upcoming performance. I hope I do well.
“Of course! You’re so talented and beautiful. How could we not?” Matthew says with a charming smile. I look over at TaeHyung. These two boys are really attractive. The girls are quite stunning as well!
“Thank you.” A faint blush appears on my face.
“Y-you’re really pretty.” TaeHyung finally says. These compliments mixed in with all of my nerves… I feel like I’m going to burst.
Before I’m able to say anything, a loud voice says over the intercom, “the next performer is a young girl who debuted half a year ago. She’s been climbing the ranks rather quickly, and she’s caught the attention of some of the biggest names in kpop history. From dongsaeng to unnie, make some noise for (S/N)!” The crowd erupts into applause. I hear some people chanting my name over and over again while others are screaming as loud as they can. I let out another exhale. This is it.
“Good luck, unnie!” I hear a voice tell me. Looking over, I see Jiwoo smile at me with an encouraging performance.
“We know you can do it.” TaeHyung says.
“Yeah, you’re the best!” Somin looks at me with an award winning smile.
“Everyone knows how much of an awesome performer you are, so go out there and show them who’s boss! Don’t be nervous, just calm down and enjoy yourself out there, okay?” Now Matthew’s smiling down at me.
I let out a small laugh and nod at them. “Thank you, guys.” The curtain slowly starts to lift, revealing me to everyone in the crowd. I can hear the screams get louder the higher the curtain rises. I slowly start to walk further out on stage.
“Hey, and after all of this is over, do you think we can all hang out sometime?” I hear Somin call out after me.
I shoot the four of them a thumbs up while fixing my headset.
“You bet.”
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I apologize for the late upload, but I hope the wait was worth it! Up next is either a Yuju scenario or a smutty Jeongyeon scenario. Whichever one I finish first. The Jeongyeon is taking quite awhile to write, so to the anon who requested that scenario: I’m very sorry!
