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Defending Jacob

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S.W.A.T.

Teen Wolf

The Mandalorian

Walker

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Tin Can (Din Djarin x Reader)

Summary: A battle didn't go as planned when someone ran you over with full force. Realizing his mistake, a certain Mandalorian made it his mission to bring you to safety.

Warnings: none, i think (it's been a while since i last tagged my fics), language and humor?

The deafening battle around you restricted your hearing. While you felt your heartbeat thumping in your ears, you couldn't discern anything else. A huge disadvantage during a fight. Your periphery allowed you to notice bodies flying all over the place. It was only a matter of time until they reached you. They? Who were they anyway? At this point, you were completely clueless. Who could you trust and, most importantly, who should you attack?

Natural instinct yelled at you to turn around and so you did. Unfortunately, your reflexes weren't qualified enough to dodge the next blow. And shit, that hurt. Whoever had the brilliant idea to choose you as their next victim sure packed one hell of a punch. For a second, breathing was nearly impossible. Lungs felt as if someone was squeezing them. Your head shook briefly to rid yourself of the sudden dizziness.

One hand lifted itself to your face to shield your eyes from the blasting suns painting the sky. Once the dark spots blurring your vision faded, you could focus again. The figure in front of you received sharp edges and clear lines. You made out who exactly was in front of you. It might not have been your smartest move, yet you couldn't help but scoff.

"Is that all you got, tin can?" you groaned through gritted teeth, brushing off the sand as you got back on your feet.

"I'm a Mandalorian." echoed his deep voice. While his helmet limited your sight of his face, the position of his visor, the slight tilt, betrayed him. Status, you answered in your head, connecting the dots. He wanted you to view him as some higher-up.

You eyed him from head to toe, eyebrows raising in the process. "Well...obviously."

"You aren't scared." though it was a statement rather than a question, you could sense the confusion in between the lines.

"Are you about to kill me?"

"...No?"

"Why should I be scared then?" you left him speechless. A smirk spread over your lips, satisfied to have this effect on him. "Besides..." you paused shortly, redirecting your line of sight. "Somebody traveling with a green little guy doesn't look all too intimidating to me."

"He could easily kill you."

"Hm." you pretended to think really hard. "Guess I'm lucky then, huh?"

"Are you aware of the battle around you or-?" a smile was detectable in his words.

"Oh, very much so. Thanks by the way." you motioned to your side, signaling that he did, in fact, hurt you while running you over.

"You can't just stand in a battlefield."

"Bold of you to assume I was just standing there without doing shit." you mumbled.

A loud explosion to your right gained your attention. Exchanging a quick glance, a silent, unspoken promise was established. Nodding your head, more for yourself than for anyone else, you positioned yourself with your blasters at the ready. It was only then when you scarily concluded that, next to a Mandalorian, you were as good as dead. Hell, you didn't even have a single piece of armor while he was decked with beskar. Whole body protected with the confidence of staying unharmed. Long story short: you were screwed.

Nobody was running towards you so you took the chance to speak up.

"Um? Tin can?"

"What?" he appeared more than pissed at your silly nickname but you had no time to elaborate on that right now. If you survived, he wouldn’t hear the end of it, though. That much you’d make sure of.

"You don't happen to have any more of that armor, do you?"

His shoulders visibly tensed and, as if he hadn't spared a second thought to it before, he faced you with shock. There weren't many options. You could fight and risk your life. Though, risking in that context meant a full-blown suicide mission. You could use the Mandalorian as a shield. Or...you could run. As much as you despised the latter, it seemed like the most logical choice. A modulated voice from your left halted your inner turmoil.

"Follow me." it wasn't a question. Not a suggestion, either. It was a demand. And though you did find humor in this situation, you were the first one to admit that you were scared. Terrified, even.

He sprinted off, making sure to cast one last glance over his shoulder, silently signaling to you to follow his footsteps. You didn't need to be told twice. Trailing close behind the dents his heavy boots left in the sand, you eventually reached a spaceship. His, you figured. The model wasn't the newest or most progressive one you had seen but it was better than nothing. Thick metal doors unsealed in front of you and allowed you a first glimpse inside. Quickly, you walked up the ramp into what you hoped to be a safe place. At least for the time being. Only when the doors shifted and locked themselves could you relax and breathe freely again.

You were about to start a mundane conversation to dissolve the tension but before you had the chance to utter the first word, your knees buckled and you fell to the floor ungracefully. A sharp hiss left your tight lips. It was enough for the Mandalorian to focus solely on your hunched figure. He didn't quite know what to do or how to handle the situation. Awkwardly he got to a kneeling position and extended his hands, without having the intention to actually touch you.

"I'm fine." you breathed out, shutting your eyes.

"Mhm." his acknowledgment sounded funny through the barricade of his helmet. Maybe you were turning insane. Or maybe, and that was more plausible, you were simply close to falling unconscious. Apparently, the pain was worse than you had originally thought.

"Hey." it was his voice again, cutting through the white noise buzzing around you. Your eyes snapped open, shaken out of your reverie. "There you are." he mumbled and were it not for your surroundings to be eerily quiet, you'd have missed it.

Swimming the fine line between passing out and staying awake, you barely perceived his skilled glove-covered hands working on your injury. No internal bleedings and no fractioned ribs. Though they were badly bruised and sprained. Time was what you needed now. There was no way you were able to waltz out of his ship without any problems. Not for a few weeks. The Mandalorian, after carefully carrying you to his usual sleeping place, released a long, exhausted sigh. Making sure that you were out cold, he stripped his helmet over his head. He placed it on the small table next to him. His hands ruffled through his hair, going through every possibility. Sure, he could bring you somewhere safe, somewhere you could rest before heading out into the vast galaxy again. At the same time, there was guilt sitting in the pit of his stomach. Were it not for him attacking you, which was uncalled for he now realized, you wouldn’t have been injured in the first place. To make things even, he planned on keeping you around for a while longer. Just until you were fully healed again.

Whining sounds ripped you from your dreamless sleep. The first sensation you were aware of was the throbbing in your side. Slowly, bits and pieces of the day before returned to you. Blinking away the tiredness, you took in the room you were occupying. Still the ship the Mandalorian offered for your safety. Rolling your head to your side, too afraid to worsen the pain if you moved too much, you released a surprised gasp. The little green guy from yesterday, you noted. He couldn’t actually kill you, right? That statement was merely a joke…right?

“Oh, good. You’re awake.” the now familiar modulated voice redirected your attention. Wearing that much armor all day long must be tiring.

“Thank you.” you choked out, realizing that your throat was uncomfortably dry. The man hovering above you silently dismissed you. “No. I mean it. Thank you.”

“For what?” a pained chuckle could be heard. “Hurting you?"

“Well.” slow movements brought you to a sitting position. But not without a few moans of displeasure. “There was a battle going on. It was hard to figure out who was on which side. I’d have attacked you too if I were to see you first.”

“Yeah?” you could practically see his raised eyebrows and the features of disbelief under the helmet.

“No.” you admitted right away. “I’d have turned around to run away. You really think I’d fight against all of…this?” arms flailed around you, motioning to the man who stopped whatever he was doing to focus on the conversation at hand.

“I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure out how smart you actually are.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” you didn’t even try to hide how offended you were.

“You were in the middle of a battlefield.” he pointed out, leaning his body against a nearby wall, arms crossing over his chest. “Without any form of protection.”

“I had m-“ your weak attempt got cut off by his much stronger voice.

“Don’t say you had your blasters with you. These things?” long strides made their way over to where he positioned all your stuff the previous night. He picked one of your weapons up, turning it around in his hands before putting it back to its previous place. “The fact that they’re even called blasters-“

“Excuse me, I’m not a Mandalorian. I don’t have the credits to buy fancy weapons or armor.”

“That has nothing to do with being a Mandalorian.” he cleared up, thinking you cared for whatever reason he was about to present to you.

“Who cares?” strangely, you felt the need to defend yourself in front of him. Like you had to come up with excuses why you didn’t own everything that was part of his day to day life. “Whatever…Thanks again for letting me stay. I’ll be on my way.”

“Oh no. You can’t.” his words stopped you in your tracks. Raised eyebrows showed that you were awaiting an explanation. “Your ribs are sprained. You haven’t seen the bruises yet. They’ll get worse in the next few days. You should stay until you’re healed.”

“No.” there was no way you would stay here with a stranger. It wasn’t like the circumstances of your meeting were overly pleasant. “I’ll be fine. I’ve dealt with worse.”

Not sure how to reply, the Mandalorian simply watched as you tried to stand up with your own strength. He expected you to be in more pain than yesterday. That was the way of those injuries. They didn’t just vanish after some hours. No matter how you tended to them. Feeling his eyes, well…his visor, on you, your head snapped up. If looks could kill, he’d have turned to ashes right here.

“Come on. Say it.” you urged while rolling your eyes.

“Just stay here until you’re no longer in pain.”

“How am I supposed to trust you, huh?” your head tilted to one side in contemplation. “You were the one who hurt me, after all.”

“Five minutes ago, you said I couldn’t have known who the enemy was.”

“Five minutes ago, I didn’t know that I didn’t like you.” it was childish bickering, you were aware. But the frustration cursing through your body got the best of you and you couldn’t swallow down your emotions.

“You don’t have to like me.” the Mandalorian started. “The second you feel better, I’ll bring you back there. Or wherever you want to go.”

“Hm.” considering his offer, you ultimately agreed on it. Still, you would stay cautious. “Deal. Just one more question.”

“Go for it.”

“Tame your green child. I don’t wanna have it wake me up.”

“I can do that.” an unfamiliar noise reached your ears. He was laughing. “Anything else?”

“I’m (Y/N).” it dawned on you that you hadn’t introduced yourself properly.

“Alright, (Y/N).” he tested how your name rolled off his tongue. He’d have lied if he said he didn’t enjoy the sound of it. “Yell if you need anything. I’ll be in the cockpit.”

“Wait!” you yelled after him before his figure could vanish behind a corner. Turning around yet again, he came to a halt, his body language giving nothing away. “You didn’t tell me your name.”

“Um.” there was an inner argument going on, you could tell. “Just Mando is fine.”

“Mando?” now it was your turn to try his name. “You know what? I prefer tin can.”

“Whatever.” his eyes rolled in the back of his skull and you couldn’t see it but you could picture it.

A small smile made its way onto your face. Maybe it won’t be too bad to stay here for a while.

~cathy <3

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Long time no see? *cough*

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Faking To Pretend (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Request: cathy cathy cathy here i am with another request *sigh* i cant help myself your writing is just too good

i was wondering if i might request a steve rogers x reader fic where maybe reader and steve are paired up for a mission and have to pretend to be married (undercover) and some thing happen to kind of force them to admit their feelings for each other (maybe one of them gets injured? or kidnapped idk you do what you want to 😂) anyways LOVE YOU SO MUCH ❤️❤️ (by @msmarvelsmain), [Marvel-Masterlist]

Summary: Fake engagements, wedding plans & an undercover mission that jeopardized your well-being in the blink of an eye. Throughout it all, you somehow had to hide the fact that your feelings for Steve were just friendly, nothing more.

Words: 8,610

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, humor, argument, brief mentions of drugs, undercover mission (engagement & wedding plans), female pronouns used, that's pretty much it

[Mimi…this happens when our ideas get mixed up. LOVE YOU TOO!]

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The familiar sound of a notification emanated from your phone. You deposited the book you had been immersed in onto the mattress & replaced it with the device. It confused you for a second when you noticed Tony being the one to message you. After all, you were literally in the same building.

Stark: meeting in 5.

(Y/N): you do know that you could tell me in person, right? just knock or something.

Stark: you’re too far away.

(Y/N): two doors, stark. TWO!

Stark: meeting in 4.

(Y/N): i hate you.

A loud sigh escaped through your lips. Typical Tony. Two could play that game. You planned on arriving right in time, not earlier. Maybe a few seconds too late. Anything to mess with him. At least he could get a taste of his own medicine that way.

“You’re a minute late.” Tony commented when he watched you walk inside the room. Your arms crossed over your chest as you leaned your shoulder against the door frame.

“You’re lucky I came in the first place.” you remarked. “Besides, I’m the first one here. Mission alone?” you questioned, raising your eyebrows while expectantly waiting for his answer. It was not usual for you to go alone. Except if the mission concerned grabbing pizza from the place down the block. You hoped for him that he did not pull that card, though.

“No but I wanted to discuss it with you before the others- oh, never mind.” Tony stopped talking when three more figures entered the room, brushing past your frame without paying too much attention to you. Sam. Bucky. Steve. What a damn combination. That was your team? Well, good luck. Everyone got seated on the chairs circling the big table but you stood your ground in the doorway. Steve patted the free chair next to his side, eyes flickering up to yours. A silent invitation you politely declined by shaking your head but you made sure that he could detect your small smile. Tony did not seem to mind & went straight ahead into explaining the mission you four had to perform. Most of the time, you zoned off though you really did try your hardest to stay focused. But when you glanced between the men in the room, you already knew the chaos that would come with them.

Basically, the team came across a signal emitting from the back of a small shop. From what you knew so far, it was some sort of a database that saved a whole lot of criminals. Some of them who you had fought in the past & some of them who you had never heard of but they sounded incredibly dangerous nevertheless.

“Question.” one of your hands raised & you waited for them to look at you.

“Go for it.” Tony pointed over to you, letting out a low breath because you were behaving as if you were in class & needed permission before speaking up.

“Why do Steve & I have to be the ones engaged?” normally, you would not care about undercover missions. But when said mission had you teamed up & fake-engaged to Steve? Well, you had a hard time separating work from personal feelings. Not that anything was going on between you guys but you would not lie if you said that you wanted to change it.

“What, do you want Sam & Bucky to be the couple in question?” Stark, in return, asked another question & you rolled your eyes.

“No, of course not.” that earned you disagreements from both, Sam & Bucky. Steve simply sat by, chuckling quietly while observing your conversation quietly.

“And Steve & you are close. It’ll be easier for you guys to pretend.” Tony casually stated & you had to fight the urge to avert your gaze. If you did, they sure as hell would realize something being wrong with you. And you were not about to be embarrassed in front of them. Maybe you already were but at least they did not know about it. After all, you were a fucking great actor.

“Uh-huh.” so you played it cool. As cool as the situation allowed you to be. “But why do we need Laurel & Hardy with us then?”

“Because I said so.” Tony used your most hated phrase & he damn well knew it. After a short pause, he turned a bit more serious again. “They’ll be Steve’s best men.”

“Wait.” your hand raised & you closed your eyes for a second. “Steve has two best men & I’m not allowed a maid of honor?” now everyone inside the meeting room was chuckling. Everyone but you.

“Pretty much, yeah.” Stark shrugged, brushing it off as nothing though he was aware that you were annoyed by his plan already.

“How is that fair?” you could not stop asking questions, somehow hoping that if you continued, you could get out of this successfully. Deep down, it was clear that the mission had been planned & you could not do anything to change it. Not even a single thing.

“It isn’t.” Tony admitted with a brief nod of his head. “But you’ll need Sam & Bucky on this one. So stop bitching around.”

“These are gonna be some long ass days…” you mumbled, putting your face in your hands in frustration.

“Enjoy!” & with that, Tony dismissed you, leaving you behind dumbfounded.

Sam & Bucky exited the room soon after. Steve & you were the only ones left.

“(Y/N)?” Steve’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Immediately, the frown was replaced by a genuine grin. You found yourself in this state whenever he looked at you like that. Whenever he talked to you, actually. “Everything okay?” his eyes showed concern. They usually did when he noticed you zoning off.

“Huh?” you asked before the words had processed. “Oh, yeah. Of course.”

“I’m sorry about.” his hands gestured wildly, searching for the most suitable words. “The mission being uncomfortable for you.”

“No, it’s not uncomfortable.” you tried to explain yourself. “Just, sometimes I feel like Stark just wants to mess with me.”

“Well, if it helps cheering you up…I’ll behave.” he winked at you playfully & you hated how your body reacted to such simple movements.

“I’m sure you will.” you snickered. “My true worries are your best men.” a sly smirk spread onto your face & Steve could not hold back a chuckle.

“Yeah, I can’t control them.” he agreed with you. “I’ll see you around.” he walked past you, turning around one last time. You simply nodded at him, not trusting your own voice. While you handled the situation as best as you could, you wanted to avoid an awkward goodbye. Besides, you would set out first thing in the morning. You needed some alone time before shit started going down. Not that you expected this mission to fail. The exact opposite, actually. The four of you worked incredibly well together. Compensating other’s mistakes & improvising fast if needed. Mostly, though, you ended up straying from the actual plan & that was what had you worried. Because if you did not stick to it, things could turn real uncomfortable real quick.

As if the mission itself was not demanding enough, the car ride to even arrive at your destination was ten times worse. Steve was behind the wheel & you were lucky that you occupied the passenger’s seat & did not have to sit in the back with either Sam or Bucky. They were children, really. Right now, it felt like Steve & you were the parents of two incredibly challenging kids who could not shut their mouths. Not even for a second. Steve succeeded with ignoring them & he was concentrating on the road so that gave him another thing to do. You, on the other hand, were stuck without any distractions except for the bickering that was currently going on in the backseat. But you knew better than to interrupt them because if you did, it would only turn worse. So you took a few deep breaths & settled further into your seat, closing your eyes to maybe rest a bit before your arrival. What you did not notice was Steve glancing over to your figure, a smile playing at the corners of his lips as he recognized you attempting to sleep during the stress inside the car.

At least the hotel Tony checked you in was worth it. Fake-engagements had their perks. Especially if a luxurious suite was a part of it. Sam & Bucky were somewhere in another room but Steve & you, the two of you pretty much occupied an entire floor. That was how huge your room was. You did not even have to carry your own suitcases. There was an employee who helped you with that. What a nice way of living that was. If only you were not pretending. But why were you even thinking that way? You had a mission to perform & more importantly, you could not fail. And you would not if you solely focused on your task. It could not be that hard, right? You had done something similar multiple times before. It should be an easy one for you. But it was not. And the main reason was Steve. It was wrong of you to put the blame on him but how could you not if you literally had to pretend to be his fiancée? It felt like a secret wish you did not dare to voice. And yet he was here right in front of you, in the same room. A place you were supposed to share for the next few days. And you somehow had to play it cool. There was only one outcome. Burying your feelings deep down in order to not jeopardize the mission or your team. No matter how much your heart protested.

“(Y/N)?” you heard Steve’s voice as you were stepping out of the shower. Only a towel was covering your still wet body but you feared that, if you did not open the door right away, you were in danger somehow. That was your mind’s conclusion. Which really did not make any sense if you gave it a second thought. You opened the door a crack, risking a glance outside & eased when you only saw Steve on the other end. It was a natural reaction for you to push the door open wider. But you kind of forgot that you were not wearing any clothes except for that poor excuse of a hotel towel which was way too small for your liking. Steve’s eyes widened & he could not stop from letting them flicker up & down your body. You squirmed under his stare, arms coming to cross over your chest in order to keep the fabric in place. A few moments of awkward silence ticked by & you wanted it to end. So you coughed & gained his attention once more. His eyes were locking with yours & while you usually lost yourself in them, you were way more comfortable than having him eyeing your every part in great detail.

“You needed anything?” you stuttered out, hoping your voice did not sound all too weak but even to yourself, you were aware that you were failing.

“Um, yeah…” his cheeks turned rosy. One of his hands came up to scratch the back of his neck. “But I probably should’ve waited a couple minutes longer.” he should have but it was too late now anyway.

“If it’s nothing too important then I’ll go get dressed real quick, alright? I’ll take like two minutes.” you attempted an honest smile but it was underlined with a hint of embarrassment that was definitely detectable. Steve simply nodded, stepping back a bit so you could close the door once more. Your back rested against the wooden surface & you quietly sighed out with closed eyes. That was not what you expected. Fingers crossed nothing between you two would turn awkward from now on. But then again, he was your best friend & it was not like you were completely naked. Just barely dressed but covered enough so he did not see anything. You would be just fine.

With a decent outfit & regained confidence, you exited the bathroom & found Steve sitting at the edge of the bed, looking down at his hands where he shifted a small package between his fingers. His head snapped up when he heard your footsteps. You two exchanged a smile & it was then when you knew that your shamefaced encounter would not change the bond you shared. It was as if everything was the same old. And it was probably for the better.

“Was that why you needed something from me?” you gestured to the little box & Steve was brought back to reality. Right, there was a reason why he wanted to talk to you in the first place.

“Tony gave it to me right before we left.” he stood up & approached you with long steps. “Said it’d be more believable if you wore one.” Steve stretched out his hand so you could take the black package from him. With curious eyes & delicate fingers, you took it from him. Your eyebrows raised as your eyes met his but he only shrugged at you without giving you an actual explanation. Carefully, you uncapped the box & were shocked when you noticed the small, sparkling ring inside. The colors of the rainbow reflected in the diamond adorning the silver jewelry. It looked way too expensive for it to be a fake one.

“Tony wants me to wear an engagement ring?” you asked even though it was more than obvious. Maybe you just needed reassurance.

“Makes it more believable.” Steve repeated.

“It probably cost more than what I’ll earn in a lifetime.” you chuckled & closed the lid again.

“So you’re not gonna wear it?” he questioned cautiously. For a flicker, he turned insecure because maybe the reason why you refused to wear it was because you did not want people to believe he was your fiancé.

“Of course I’m gonna wear it! It’s stunning. Just…” you paused briefly & bit your bottom lip to contemplate your next words. “It’s expensive. I can’t risk losing it. I’ll put it on whenever we’re outta this room, though. I won’t be the one blowing our cover.” you assured & laughed because you were indirectly blaming Sam or Bucky to mess up. Steve silently agreed with you but did not say anything else as you situated the ring on the nightstand right next to the large bed. It was late, the moon already doing its job with providing a pleasant light that shone through the blinds & illuminated the gloomy suite. For tomorrow’s mission, you needed to be well-rested to fully function.

Steve insisted that you should occupy the bed on your own. He would be perfectly fine on the couch. The cushions of it were incredibly soft, Tony had paid a fortune after all, you still felt poorly for sleeping in the bed alone. Tomorrow would most likely bring him back pain. He was not the youngest soul, after all. Not that you would ever tell him. It was not meant as offending, though. If you were the one on the couch, your back would kill you as well. But you were too much of a coward to suggest that there was enough space for two people. That & you were scared that he did not even want to share in the first place. That could be an intelligible possibility. Your overthinking consumed quite a bit of time because when you heard Steve’s soft & even breaths, you knew that you were too late already. Maybe tomorrow? Maybe you could gain enough courage to ask him tomorrow. Why were you even so eager to have him beside you? What kind of question was that? You were very well aware why. The conversation you held with yourself in your mind came to an abrupt stop as exhaustion overcame & lulled you into a dreamless night.

Constant knocking stirred you awake. You groaned into your pillow because you were still tired but someone decided to shorten your rest. Assuming Steve was already up, you peeked over the blankets covering your body. You were right, he was opening the door. Appearing like he had not just got out of bed. Or off of the couch, in his case. Steve tried to be as quiet as possible, thinking that you were still passed out on the bed.

“G’morning.” you mumbled out & wiped your eyes with the back of your hands. Steve smiled at you. Right now, you looked cute. Pissed off because it was too early but that did not matter when you were all wrapped up in the blankets.

“Coffee?” he suggested & you immediately got into a sitting position at the mention of it. He had his answer then.

“Wait. What is this?” you gestured to the serving trolley Steve was pushing over to the bed. It was obvious what it was but you were bewildered because you did not expect him to order breakfast.

“Tony took our undercover mission very serious.” he shrugged, leaving the food next to you & wanting to grab a few things to eat by the table.

“No.” you shook your head & halted his movements. “I mean, come on. When was the last time you had breakfast in bed?” you patted the spot next to you. Steve paused for a second but after a short while of contemplation, he agreed & got seated on the mattress. Breakfast in bed. That itself would have been amazing but with Steve? It was almost as if a dream of yours got fulfilled. You needed to stop thinking that way. Undercover missions meant faking, pretending. Why were you struggling so much this time?

“I look like a bitch.” you commented once you got into your undercover outfit. Sam & Bucky were already in your suite & they complained about what a poor excuse their room was compared to yours.

“So what’s different?” Sam joked & earned a slap from you.

“First of all, if we don’t wear what Tony prepared for us, people will notice. And (Y/N)? You don’t look like a bitch, you’re good.” Steve commented & even though his words were not necessarily cute, they still did things to you.

“Woah, Steve. Nice ring you picked out there, pal.” Bucky spotted the diamond on your finger & could not help himself but tease you two about it.

“Could we all just focus on the mission?” funny thing that you were the one saying that. Considering that you probably struggled the most out of the four of you.

“Okay, got it. (Y/N) doesn’t look like a bitch but she acts like one.” Sam smirked & started sprinting through the suite when you took off to catch him. Steve & Bucky shook their heads & chuckled at your childish behavior. None of this was new, though. Things usually went that way when you were sent on a mission together.

“The signal comes from the back of this shop.” Steve whispered, all of you trying to stay undetected for the time being so you could discuss the plan further.

“It’s a pastry shop?” you pointed out & suddenly, three men were rolling their eyes at you. “What?”

“You expected something that sold knives?” Sam teased.

“Maybe, I don’t know.” you whisper-yelled.

“Sam, Bucky. You two enter the back while (Y/N) & I distract the guy.” Steve described your plan once more & you all nodded, each understanding their task. While you did not exactly know what you would do to grab the clerk’s attention, you were certain that you could think of something. Improvising was something you were skilled at, you simply hoped that Steve would not stand in the way.

“Welcome! What can I help y’all with?” the almost sweet voice of the man behind the counter was not what you would expect when you looked him up & down. At the same time, he really appeared out of place in a shop like that.

“Yes!” your enthusiasm, well fake-enthusiasm, was more than obvious & you wrapped your arms around Steve’s torso to get into character. “My fiancé & I are looking for some pies for our upcoming wedding.” Steve let you do the talking, his only response being a nod, underlined with a genuine smile.

“Ah, young love.” the guy clicked his tongue & shook his head slightly. “We have a variety of our best wedding cakes right here.” he pointed to a selection behind a class cabinet.

“No, no, no.” you contradicted. “We’d love to have pie at our wedding. I saw you have some delicious looking options over there.” you gestured to the other side of the shop.

“Pie at a wedding? Isn’t that a little unconventional?” the seller raised his eyebrows, seemingly suspicious & it looked like Steve noticed that as well.

“I think we’ll do fine with cak-“ but before he had the chance to finish, you nudged him with your elbow & shot him a look. “I’m sure your cake is great but pie reflects us better.” Steve corrected himself quickly once he realized what you were planning to do.

“Alrighty, then please follow me over there.” the place behind the counter was now free so Sam & Bucky had a clear path to enter. “Any preferences?”

“Anything, really.” you encouraged the man who opened the showcase. He was so busy with his task, Sam & Bucky had it easy to break in. The corners of your eyes spotted their figures. Now they just needed more time to successfully get the information you all needed.

“Can I ask y’all something?” the clerk spoke up after handing you yet another sample of pie. Truthfully, it was a dream come true. Spending time with Steve while eating pie after pie? If only you did not have to pretend. Did you pretend? Or did you fake to pretend? Your brain did not make sense anymore.

“Go for it.” Steve encouraged.

“You’re the first couple to ask for pie samples. What’s up with that?” the man asked curiously, no longer looking at you like you were suspicious but genuinely interested.

“Well.” Steve chuckled & you could not help but let your gaze flicker up to his face. “We are a very unusual couple. Pie at a wedding is unusual. It’s perfect.” while he spoke those last words, his eyes locked with yours & you could have sworn that time halted right then & there. But you had to snap out of it. For the sake of this mission. A look over the shop owner’s shoulder confirmed that you did not have to pretend too much longer. Sam & Bucky were already on their way out again, turning their heads in your direction to silently confirm that they were done. Successful? That you could not tell just yet.

A few minutes & another pie later, you looked at your watch on your wrist & gasped exaggeratingly.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Steve asked & you almost gasped again, though this time, it would have been for an entirely different reason.

“Um, it’s late, we need to head to the thing.” you were doing so well & now, at the end, you managed to slip.

“The thing?” Steve inquired & by the look on your face he could tell that you were overwhelmed & could not think of a proper excuse. “Oh, the fitting.” he quickly added, hoping nobody would ask which kind of fitting. Seemed like you two were lucky today.

“In that case…I’ll let y’all go. Do you want me to put the rest of the samples in a box for you to take home? That way you have more time to figure out which one to choose.” he reasoned & Steve & you nodded gratefully. Behind the counter, he worked quickly & handed you a paper bag in no time.

“Thanks, man. We’ll get back to you.” Steve waved, putting an arm over your shoulder as you exited the shop. The moment you were out, you could finally breathe again. Missions made you extremely nervous. Undercover missions such as this one, actually. During the others you were perfectly fine.

“Thanks for helping me out back in there.” you chuckled once you were out of sight.

“Pie? Really? Wouldn’t have surprised me if he just saw through us right away.” Steve said with a smile on his face. Good, so he was not mad at you.

“In my defense…The pies were at the other end of the shop so I helped Sam & Bucky.” you finished your sentence but it sounded as if you wanted to add something.

“And you love pie?” Steve did not even have to ask, he knew you well enough.

“And I love pie.” you repeated & laughed. Steve still had not let go of you, hugging you to the side of his body. You did not seem to mind so he kept continuing to hold you close.

Steve placed the paper bag on the small table right in the entrance area. Immediately, you went to the bathroom to rid yourself of that stupid outfit you had to wear & threw on something more comfortable. Once you exited, Sam was already in your suite. The four of you decided to have the meeting in your room because it was bigger & the others kind of wanted to move in with you.

“What’s in there?” Sam asked, pointing to the brown paper bag.

“Pie.” you simply answered without much thought. Sam hummed but did not say anything else. Steve & you were in the living room area, waiting for Bucky to show up so you could start discussing more about this mission. Specifically what they found out during their inspection. The creak of the door gained your attention & you looked up only to find Bucky entering. Your gaze then flickered to Sam who was hiding behind the door, pie in one hand, his free hand came to his mouth, telling you to be quiet. It all happened too fast, Bucky was in Sam’s sight & in an instant, there was a pie right in the super soldier’s face. Steve came right in time to watch the scene, his previous intention to greet his best friend completely forgotten now.

“Sam.” Bucky growled, way too quiet for your liking. But you could not focus on his warning right now. You glanced over your shoulder & noticed Steve’s almost sad expression. The only one who could not control his laughter was Sam. He was practically on the floor because he was laughing so hard. The only emotion running through you was anger.

“I. WANTED. TO. EAT. THAT.” you were seething & all three men turned their heads at your tone.

“Sorry?” Sam tried but you were having none of it.

“NO YOU’RE NOT!” you pretty much yelled.

“I’m gonna kill you.” Bucky whispered & Sam took that as his cue to run away, through that labyrinth of your suite. Bucky sprinted after him, leaving Steve to shake his head at their childish behavior.

“(Y/N)?” Steve’s voice was soft & yet it did nothing to calm you down. You really did love pie & you had been excited to eat the rest of it in bed tonight ever since you left that shop.

“WHAT?” you snapped back, only now realizing that it was not Steve’s fault. “I’m sorry.” you added almost inaudible.

“It’s fine.” he raised his eyebrows & opened his arms. You were not sure why but Steve wanted to hug you & you never declined one of his hugs. So you fell into his embrace, both of you silently knowing that this action was not because of a stupid pie. Though you had to admit that you were mad at Sam that you could not eat the rest anymore. This hug held a deeper meaning & for a few seconds, you let yourself enjoy it. Until a loud screech from the other room snapped you back into the present. Steve & you parted unwillingly. You had to, before Sam & Bucky ended up killing each other.

The four of you sat around the coffee table, you occupying the floor while the others each took a seat on the oversized couch. A pout was still very much present on your face. Yes, you were mad at Sam but you had other things, more important things, to deal with right now. Revenge could come later.

“So?” Steve was the one to speak up after nobody else made a move to do so.

“Sam & I managed to break in.” Bucky casually said as if you did not see that to begin with. That was the plan after all.

“But?” your tone was still harsh but you tried your hardest to push that aside.

“We couldn’t hack the system.” Sam finished. “That’s your specialty.”

“Okay, wait.” you closed your eyes briefly. “You wanna tell me that it took you what felt like an eternity to check out the back room only to sit here now & tell us that you couldn’t get the information?” you concluded with a loud sigh.

“In our defense…We know that we’re definitely looking at the right place.” Bucky commented, careful to not anger you any further.

“So what do you suggest?” Steve asked the two men.

“We’ll go there again tonight. All of us. (Y/N) here hacks the system & we’ll see what we can do after that.” Sam established the new plan & you nodded in understanding.

“I still hate you for wasting the pie on Bucky.” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Sam chuckled though you knew he was not planning on keeping his promise.

“Alright, please go back to your room before I do something I might regret later.” you motioned for Sam & Bucky to leave & they did after arranging a time to meet again.

Since you had the brains in this group, it was an easy one for you to deactivate the security cameras without being seen. After that, you went on to the alarm system & turned it off as well. Which meant that you were free to go. It was the dead of the night, nobody was around. You could enter without a single soul watching you. Steve pushed his body weight against the back door. Once, twice. Until it opened.

“You do know that I could’ve picked the lock, right?” your voice made him spin around. It looked like he only now thought of that but he brushed it off, pretending that this was his plan & it worked out the way he wanted to. The room appeared rather normal. Nothing that caught your eye, nothing that was out of place. An office like you had seen multiple times. The computer was turned off so you changed that real quick, waiting for the screens to light up.

“Earlier today, it wasn’t protected by a password.” Sam furrowed his eyebrows.

“Yeah, dumbass. Because the computer was on already. Give me a second.” you opened various drawers to look for a sign as to what the password could possibly be. The others let you do your work, not daring to speak up to interrupt you. “There we go.” you found a small paper in between some notebooks. Not necessarily the safest place to keep secret things but you would not judge. The home screen showed up. Again, nothing special. Simply a picture of flowers. Weird for the guy who worked here but that was none of your concerns.

“And?” Steve broke the silence.

“There are some decrypted files…” you mumbled, sitting down on the office chair. This would take a bit longer, you assumed.

“Can you get access?” another question from Steve. At least the children were quiet for now.

“Of course I can.” you smiled triumphantly. “Give me a few minutes, though.” you were so focused on the screen, you did not see the others nodding. It was tough, you were not going to lie, but it was you who hacked into the system. You never failed with that.

“Huh.” you breathed out. Truthfully, you were overwhelmed with all the information you were receiving with one look only. Steve, Sam & Bucky each took a place behind you, staring at the screen curiously. “Guys? That’s…scary.” you chuckled uncomfortably.

“What is this?” Bucky mumbled quietly but since it was so silent in this room, everyone heard. This was way bigger than you initially thought. Once you made it back to your hotel, you needed to call Tony.

“(Y/N).” Steve shoved you away gently, taking the mouse in his hand to enlarge what caught his attention. You had to gulp at what you saw. What the hell were you doing on there? Steve’s muscles tensed, you could tell by one single look at him. It took a few deep breaths from your side until you started the process of transferring the information on your little flash drive. ”(Y/N).” Steve tried again, this time a bit louder.

“Yeah, I know.” you answered, ignoring your fast beating heart as much as it was possible. “I got everything, let’s head back.” it was clear that you wanted to leave this place behind & you were the first who made it out into the cool night air. Breathing worked easier out here.

“Hey, Tony.” by now, you were back in your hotel room, picking up your phone to call Tony once Steve went into the bathroom.

“(Y/N)! Successful?” he asked, already thinking that you finished this mission & started heading home.

“Not yet. Seems like this is bigger than we thought…” you trailed off at the end, not really wanting to explain what you found out.

“Bigger how? (Y/L/N), come on.” Tony urged & heard you sigh over the phone.

“It was at the back of the shop, that was correct. I hacked into the system & …it looks like it’s some sort of website where people can pay beforehand, assigning criminals for certain acts. It’s huge, Tony. Tons of people have an account & there are so many new assignments every minute…I’ll send you the data in a second, okay? We’ll check out the coordinates we found tomorrow. We think it could lead us to a very important member of this website. And maybe the guy from the shop has something to do with it, though I’m not sure which part he plays in all of that.” you left out a very significant detail & hoped he would not ask more questions.

“There’s something else.” he stated, knowing you better even though he could not read your body language like he usually did.

“That’s all. I promise we’ll finish this missi-“ your phone was taken from you but before you could complain about it, Steve continued the call with Tony.

“Someone instructed to eliminate (Y/N) because, & I quote, “She’s too pretty to be part of the Avengers”. That assignment was where we got the coordinates from. Means the guy from the shop probably manages all of that but he isn’t the one we’re looking for.” silence enveloped you two & you figured that Tony was talking on the other end. “Yeah, sure. That’s the top priority. We’ll work on that & you start looking into the website.” Steve ended the call & threw your phone on the mattress next to where you were sitting.

“What the hell, Steve?” you were furious because he acted differently. And not in a good way. The only response from him was a cold look. He then moved out to the balcony that was attached to your suite. It was unusual for him to be so distanced, especially when it came to you. And you were hesitant to follow him. Considering his body language, he was mad at you. Why? You had no idea. Did you do anything to piss him off? Your gaze fell to your hands in your lap. The diamond on your ring finger sparkled beautifully. You recalled how it felt to be next to Steve, in that small pastry shop where you ate pie after pie to pick the perfect one for your wedding. This was something that could never be. It was all pretending but why did it feel so real to you? Steve probably was not struggling as much as you were & you hated yourself for it.

A hand on his shoulder startled him. Steve eased when he found you standing next to him. The sun would begin rising soon but the both of you were not tired at all. Though the reasons were different. Steve’s mind was still occupied with the information that there was someone out there who paid an awful lot of money to have you eliminated. You, on the other hand, struggled with keeping your feelings buried. Your hands held onto the railing. The movement made Steve look down where the engagement ring was still adorning your hand. You had not taken it off yet. In fact, he only realized that now, you even wore it during your mission of breaking into the shop. Sam & Bucky did not comment on it & to Steve, it was almost…normal. But you did say you would not keep it on you unless you were outside, pretending to be engaged to him.

“What did I do?” your voice interrupted his racing thoughts.

“What?” Steve was confused that you believed you did something wrong.

“Ever since we got outta that shop, you’ve been distant & cold. Was it something I did?” you kept looking straight forward, not wanting to hold eye contact because you feared the worst. That you managed to mess up somehow & Steve was angry at you.

“You didn’t do anything.” his body faced yours & you could practically feel his eyes on you. His intense stare made your breath hitch up.

“You sure about that?” finally, you turned around. Your bodies were almost touching, you underestimated the distance between you two.

“You act as if you don’t care.” his statement had you furrow your eyebrows. He rolled his eyes but continued anyway. “Someone paid a huge amount of money. To have you killed. And here you are, pretending that it doesn’t matter. It’s something you’re really good at, huh? Pretending.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” your voice raised slightly but you still wanted to keep it down, you were outside, everyone could hear your conversation.

“See? You’re doing it again.” Steve called you out. “We found that piece of information by accident.”

“I’m aware.” you arms went to hug yourself. A distraction that barely did its job.

“So your life means nothing to you.” his words were harsh. And if you were honest, they hurt. A lot.

“I never said that.” you hated how your voice wavered. How you could not appear to be the strong woman right now.

“You act like it, though.” with each word he said, your heart broke a little more. If only he knew. “I understand. This whole pretending thing is something you’re good at. This mission showed that much. But this is real, (Y/N). So, for a second, stop pretending & act like you care!”

“STOP!” you yelled out of breath. Instinctively, Steve took a step back, eyes wide by your sudden outburst. “Just stop.” this time, you spoke it much softer. Your gaze flickered to the ground, head hanging low.

“I’m sorr-“ Steve was interrupted.

“I said stop.” you repeated. “Steve, we’re on a mission. We’re supposed to put a stop to this shit. None of this has anything to do with me pretending to be your fiancée or me pretending that I don’t give a damn about my life.”

“Are you sure about that?” he emphasized. One hand went to the diamond on your finger & slipped it off. You made a fist around it, though it was not with a lot of pressure. You did not intend to damage the ring.

“I might be good at pretending but I’m no professional.” you admitted. Steve grew more & more confused. He did not know you were talking about the fact that you were not pretending to be engaged to him. To you, it felt natural, it felt good. Right now, though, you did pretend that none of this faced you. But Steve could not tell the difference.

“Can I be honest with you?” he waited until your eyes met his.

“Go ahead.” you waved your hand for him to continue.

“I was cold towards you because once we found out about that, you didn’t say anything about it. And I can’t believe that you just don’t care about it. About your life. I can’t. You don’t have to pretend when you’re with me, you know that. We’re not engaged right now. No undercover mission. You & me. So please be honest with me.” he took your hands into his & you did not flinch back. The touch grounded you but it was no lie that you were having a hard time to be completely honest with him.

“Why do you care so much?” maybe not the smartest thing to ask. Steve’s reaction was proof enough. He let go of your hands, turned his back towards you & let out a breathless laugh. His hands raised to his hair, messing it up in the slightest. Seconds ticked by but it felt like hours until he spun around once more.

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” it seemed like that confession made the both of you stop dead in your tracks. It was not the first time Steve said those words but his tone differed from the previous ones. Still, chances were high he addressed your friendship with that. Because you were friends. Simple friends. “Say something.” he grew desperate when you did not reply.

“I-I don’t know what you want me to say. That I love you, too? You know that, Steve.” your words were steady, calculated. It was too soon to get your hopes up.

“How far do I have to go for you to realize that I want you?” he approached you, hesitancy in his steps. “Didn’t it feel natural to you when we acted like a couple? Because, I can’t keep that up anymore, I can’t. Tell me you don’t feel the same & I’ll back off. We can forget this right now, we don’t have to talk about it anymore. But if you-“ his speech was cute but you had to be close to him now that he finally confessed that there was more between you two. You cupped his cheeks & pulled him in to kiss him. Steve was shocked at first but it did not take him too long until his hands rested on your waist, tightening his grip on you. After parting, Steve kept his forehead against yours. Both of you had your eyes closed, breathing the same air. You imagined this exact moment more than once. But never before had it played out like that. Not that you were complaining, your feelings were finally out there.

“You were wrong, you know?” as much as you enjoyed the silence, there was still something you wanted him to know.

“Wrong about what?” he opened his eyes to look at every feature of you. Because it was no longer forbidden, he was allowed to do that now.

“I didn’t pretend while we were in the shop pie tasting.” you admitted, a small smile playing at the corner of your lips. “I faked pretending, if that makes sense…But, after I saw the bounty on my head, I started pretending.” he nodded at you, squeezing your waist once to encourage you to keep talking. “Steve? I’m scared.”

“It’s okay.” Steve’s arms went around your shoulders, pulling you close once again. His chin on your head. If only that could dispose of all of your worries. The only thing he could do was letting you hold onto him.

Steve did not sleep on the couch that night. Not because he did not want to but because you insisted to have him close. It was not the first time you two shared a bed. Sometimes, when missions did not allow you anything else, you ended up next to each other. Tonight felt different, better. Because there was no longer a weight on your heart. Were you two in a relationship already? Maybe you had been for some time but the two of you were too oblivious to notice. There was enough time to label whatever this was as soon as this mission was over. Your focus should solely be on this mission. Tons of lives depended on it. Yours included.

“You’re stubborn. Do you know that?” the next morning came sooner than you would have liked. No time for cuddling in bed, no time for breakfast. Two hours of sleep was all you got. But you had never felt this rested in your entire life. The reason was a certain super soldier. Not that you would ever admit that.

“Would I have chickened out if I didn’t know they were after me? No. I can handle myself.” Steve suggested for you to stay behind because they were looking for you. It could bring on unnecessary danger & he obviously needed you to be safe.

“But we know now.” Steve tried reasoning but it was useless, you already made your decision.

“Right. So it’s time to put a stop to it. Come on, Sam & Bucky are waiting for us.” you were out of the door before Steve found enough time to argue with you.

The drive to the coordinates was tense. Not even the kids in the back were joking around. Possibly because this mission turned into something way more hazardous. The situation between Steve & you was the same. Hence why nobody commented on it. After all, you pretty much confessed before there was an actual confession. Therefore, it was the same old. The only difference was your gut feeling that did not give you a hard time anymore. That was not entirely true. You had a bad gut feeling but for another reason.

“That’s the house?” you gestured to the building after the car came to a stop.

“This is it.” Steve confirmed.

“I don’t know why I expected some sort of villa.” Bucky commented while glancing out of the window.

“Maybe that would be too obvious. I mean, we do know that they receive the money beforehand, right? And I’m sure that the order to eliminate me wasn’t his first one.” you spotted Steve tensing up when you talked about that assignment. Your hand squeezed his shoulder & you hoped that your smile was convincing enough. You were alright & you would be after this mission. With Steve, Sam & Bucky on your side, you had nothing to fear. If push came to shove, they would go out of their ways to keep you safe.

“Steve?” Sam spoke up. “You know we need him alive, right?”

“Of course.” Steve nodded though his mind was contemplating going further than that. Unfortunately, you still had to figure out who was the one to assign this to the criminal. Tony was onto that, checking if there was more to find out about that anonymous account who paid the money. “A few punches won’t kill him.”

It was the break of dawn & the neighborhood was completely empty. The silence inside the car was interrupted by Steve’s sign to make a move. All of you stayed close together, you were not about to make the same mistake people did in horror movies. Besides, you felt safer with them around. A noise made you spin around. It was coming from down the hallway. Steve took the lead, you right behind him. Sam & Bucky trailing behind after you. A gun was clutched in your hand but you were not intending to use it today. Hopefully there was no need to. Steve shot you a look over his shoulder, silently telling you to be prepared. When he pushed the door open with his body weight this time, you did not tease him about it like you did when you broke into the back of the pastry shop the other night. The sight you were met with was…unexpected. There was a man sitting behind his computer. The room smelled like drugs. A mixture of multiple things you could not identify & did not even want to.

“Woah, you’re the Avengers.” he slurred his words. So he was drunk as well. “Hey, I’m supposed to kill you.” he pointed at your figure & instinctively, Steve stepped in front of you. Shielding your body with his.

“You sure that’s our guy?” Sam leaned closer to you & whispered. Your shoulders shrugged & you pointed over to the desk where a name tag was proudly displayed. Seemed like he was not the smartest guy if he used the same name for his account on that website. Your heartrate slowed down because you knew you were not in danger. Not right now. Steve approached the man, coming to a halt mere inches away from him. His hand balled into a fist & after one punch in the guy’s face, he was on the floor, unconscious.

“Huh.” you breathed out. “That was almost too easy.”

“Yeah, if we forget about the website where thousands of people assign offenders every single day.” Bucky was right, of course. You stumbled across something way bigger. Hopefully Tony had good news once you returned.

The police was called. They inspected the room & that guy really was everything but intelligent. He horded a file full of his assignments. He would not see the sunlight again, that much was sure. Steve & you waited outside, leaning on the hood of the car. Sam & Bucky were busy talking to the officers.

“Hey.” you started & nudged Steve with your elbow. “Is it appropriate to thank that asshole?”

“What for? For wanting to kill you?” he answered with furrowed eyebrows.

“No.” you chuckled. “But…if it were not for him, we wouldn’t have confessed.”

“There was a possibility that he was dangerous. Maybe we just caught him at a bad time.” Steve mumbled the last part.

“Let’s not worry about that, alright? I’m fine. See?” you gestured to your body, a big smile adorning your features.

“I know.” he nodded but it was obvious that he was still careful about this entire situation.

“I love you.” that seemed to do the job. His eyes met yours, his expression less tense & softer.

“I know that, too.” he smirked when you playfully slapped his chest.

“Steve, you ruined a very roman-“ his lips were on yours before you could finish your complaint. Steve was aware what he was doing, because he smiled into the kiss which caused you to giggle.

“I love you, too.” his lips still ghosted over yours. You could feel as his words left them. “Romantic enough?”

“I’m sure you can do better.” you pulled away & winked at him, moving away to join Sam & Bucky. Steve’s eyes followed your body & he shook his head at you. Yes, he did love you. A lot. And he was already planning how to make his next move even more romantic.

Published (05/18/2021) by Cathy

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Hi! I loved your Zemo x fat!reader headcanons. Could you do more of them, but this time Zemo x fat!reader on the BEACH headcanons? If not, that's totally okay.

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On the Beach With Zemo & Plus Size!Reader Headcanons

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Zemo would buy you the most expensive swim wear. After all, he wanted to treat you like you deserved.

You would have been fine with a public beach, really, but your boyfriend liked to exaggerate.

So you two ended up at one of his many villas. One right by the sea with a property bigger than you could have ever imagined.

With employees & all of that. People who brought you drinks before you could even ask for them. It was like they read your minds, it was kind of scary.

You had to admit that you savored this little trip.

And the fact that nobody else disturbed your peace was very needed.

Zemo & you each occupied a beach chair.

Until you did not anymore.

Zemo wanted you close to him & in that swimwear you were wearing? He could not keep his hands off of you.

So you pretty much ended up on top of him, smiling down once you realized the smirk on his face.

Zemo knew where this would lead & so did you.

Luckily, you were alone on that beach. And the employees seemed to understand when it was their cue to leave you alone.

Was it already mentioned that Zemo looked just as irresistible in his swim shorts? Because your eyes literally trailed all over his body. He was a sight to see.

The sea had the perfect temperature to jump into & to cool off your hot body.

Zemo, only used to temperatures after his liking, would take a while longer to finally go for a swim.

It was your job to pull him under the water surface. He was shocked by your surprise attack. But not in a bad way.

You two would stay like that for too long. Until your body practically begged you to get out of the sea.

But the sunset was near & there was no way that Zemo would let you miss it in the setting you found yourselves in.

It was the most romantic thing ever. With him. Clinging onto his body as you watched the sky change colors right in front of your eyes. The most gorgeous hues reflecting in the water.

And you a part of it all.

Zemo’s gaze was not on the sunset, though. He kept looking at you. How your eyes sparkled. How your grin widened. How you were completely happy right here, right now.

There would not ever be someone else he would love as much as he did you. Everything about you was perfect & he found himself wondering what he did to deserve someone as special as you.

And just as his thoughts started to consume him, you rescued him from the fall with one of your breathtaking kisses. Soft lips moving in sync.

Zemo would not dare to let you go. You were his.

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Can I get HC's about Malcolm falling asleep when he's around his S/O? Like there's zero need for restraints cause when he sleeps with them he doesn't get night terrors?

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Malcolm Falling Asleep With Reader Headcanons

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Malcolm wanted to avoid this at all costs. It was one of his biggest fears to spend the night with someone.

There was one thing he could not control & he knew he would scare you off if he happened to have a night terror.

But you were persistent & assured him that you would not run away. You were in this for the long haul.

The inevitable was bound to happen. Malcolm, though he was still unsure, asked you to stay the night.

The evening was more tense than you were used to. Usually, there was always a calm & comfortable atmosphere surrounding you. This time, it was the exact opposite.

Malcolm was more in his head. Zoned off & did not really listen to what you were saying.

None of your attempts to soothe his racing thoughts were successful. Not even when you grabbed his trembling hands into yours & rubbed your thumbs over the back of them. Not even when you kissed him delicately. He was somewhere else & it made you feel bad for being in his apartment.

“Mal, I think it’s better for me to leave.”

That snapped him out of his thoughts. Suddenly, he feared not having you close to him anymore. Because if he had to be honest, he already planned out the night & he did want you to stay.

“Please don’t. Stay.” his damn puppy dog eyes convinced you to do what he asked you to. You stayed.

After that, it seemed that things shifted into a more pleasant setting.

You two laughed & chatted like you always did.

The Malcolm you knew & fell in love with was back. For now.

Until you got ready for bed. Malcolm visibly tensed up by the mere thought of it.

“Stop that.” you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, hiding your head in the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry.” the fact that Malcolm felt the need to apologize broke your heart.

“Don’t be. Thanks for trusting me enough.”

Malcolm made no move to grab the restraints & you were not the one to speak up about it. It was his decision, after all.

While you got comfortable in the smooth sheets, every single muscle in Malcolm’s body tensed up. That was until you cuddled closer to him, resting your head right above his heart. The sound of it lulling you to sleep.

Having you in his arms made him smile. It felt right. Good. Like you were meant to be here. With him.

Malcolm’s eyelids grew heavier. He found himself relaxing, until he finally fell asleep as well.

Surprisingly, no nightmares, no night terrors, invaded his sleep. It was a peaceful night.

And by the time you were both awake, the next morning, Malcolm came to the conclusion that you were the reason why.

From then on, you stayed with him every single night.

And if he did experience a night terror, you were right by his side to assure him that everything was going to be okay. Because you were here.

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forgive me if I misinterpreted your post but what about headcanons for Zemo being kidnapped and held for ransom and the reader (with prior military experience) is the one who goes to save him. feel free to ignore this btw if I misinterpreted your post.

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Kidnapped!Zemo Getting Saved By Reader Headcanons

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Zemo’s ego would be crushed. Him getting kidnapped? How did that happen? And even worse…how could he not escape on his own? His captivators were too strong. They outmanned him.

There was only one person coming to his mind that could possibly rescue him but he was not sure if he was important enough to you.

Spoiler alert: Zemo meant a big deal to you so obviously the second he was gone, you went looking for him.

You were not completely inexperienced. If you worked out a good plan, it should be an easy one for you to rescue him.

Zemo was glad that they did not hurt him in any way. He was strapped to a chair but that was about it. All they wanted was information.

But if there was one thing he was good at, it was talking about a certain topic without cutting straight to the chase.

Which, obviously, annoyed the shit out of his kidnappers.

Zemo had been trapped inside this tiny cell without any windows whatsoever. Until the door opened & the silhouette was way too familiar to ignore. You.

“Into bondage, huh?” you joked but only after you noticed that he was not hurt.

“Outside of this room.” he shot back with a smirk. “You are here.” Zemo turned serious again when you approached the chair & loosened the restraints. Your response was a genuine smile. You would always come for him though you would never admit that.

He was finally free & you helped him stand up, checking if he was able to walk by himself. He was.

Zemo trailed behind you, walking down a dark, narrow hallway.

His feet stopped when he noticed two bodies laying on the floor. You did not seem to mind at all, simply stepping over them without much care.

Your body spun around when you did not feel his presence next to you anymore. “Any problems?” your arms crossed over your chest, one foot tapping on the pavement, waiting for him to keep walking.

“What-?” he started but was too confused to finish his question.

“Calm down, they’re alive.” you sighed out. “Wanna get outta here or what?”

“I must say…you are something else.” he came closer again & the two of you continued moving towards the exit.

“I take that as a compliment, Zemo.”

He was pleasantly surprised that you were the one who managed to knock out two armed kidnappers without any weapons yourself.

Especially because you acted as if it was nothing special. You simply fought your way through. To him. Because you wanted to save him. And you did.

(If someone asked Zemo, he would have admitted that he was so turned on by that action. But that piece of information was supposed to stay a secret.)

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This Is Me Trying - Part Three (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

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Gold Rush [1] / You’re Not Sorry [2] / This Is Me Trying [3] / [4] (soon)

Summary: You got mixed signals after the invitation to an award show. It meant facing Sebastian again. But your series would be honored, you could not miss this one out.

Words: 3,975

Warnings: language, angst (yes, I know…), social gatherings, drama, jealousy

Inspired by: “this is me trying” by Taylor Swift

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Lies. All lies. You were naïve to think that the most recent interaction with Sebastian would not simply vanish from your mind. Even worse, actually, it replayed itself over & over. Apparently your mind enjoyed torturing you until you literally could not take any more. Once again, you distanced yourself from everyone, from the entire world. Because your own four walls, the safety that was your apartment, seemed like the only place where you were not judged. The moment you exited & roamed the city, you believed all eyes were on you. Silently laughing about the turmoil you were currently enduring.

In the end, you always came back to calling Anthony. He was the person you could lean on when the ground underneath your feet threatened to crumble into a million pieces. While you ignored every other phone call, & thank God Seb had stopped trying to reach you, the moment you noticed Mackie’s name, you wasted no time & picked up. His voice managed to soothe your racing thoughts & his humor brought a laugh out of you more than once. Maybe it was not the most genuine one but it was a start. After your lunch date with a surprise guest, Anthony had apologized about a thousand times. Of course he was aware that you two were not in a good place but if one of his best friends asked about tagging along, he could not reject him.

Basically, Anthony made it his job to call you out when you were not leaving your home. He called you out when you rambled over the same old problems that you had spent way too much time contemplating over. He called you out about how your life could be controlled by a person who did not seem to care much. And being faced with the truth like that hurt. But you needed the reminders to not drown in your own thoughts. And if things overwhelmed you & phone calls were no longer sufficient, he was in front of your apartment only a few minutes later. Helping you cheer up with his company & not through a phone. He was a true friend. One that would leave behind whatever he was doing to assure that you were okay. As okay as someone could be in your situation.

Funny how someone could experience heartbreak even though they had never been in a relationship with the person in question. Before that, you did not think it to be possible but you were now convinced of the opposite. But here was the only difference: you were best friends before everything around you came crashing down. Something inside of you told you that you were not capable of surviving without Sebastian. Something told you that you could only breathe when he was around. Or when you were certain that you two were not arguing or ignoring each other.

I’ve been having a hard time adjusting

I had the shiniest wheels, now they’re rusting

I didn’t know if you’d care if I came back

I have a lot of regrets about that

Pulled the car off the road to the lookout

Could’ve followed my fears all the way down

And maybe I don’t quite know what to stay

But I’m here in your doorway

It was a calm night, a chilly one, too. But that did not seem to bother you one bit. You wandered through the city, taking turns at familiar corners. Without a real destination. Walking cleared your mind & doing it under the moon was clandestine enough to stay undetected by the rest of the town. After all, the majority of it was fast asleep. Were you really human or were you a robot controlled by a higher force? You believed the latter when you came to a stop in front of a door that was way too familiar to ignore & walk past. That was the very first time after the news of Seb dating someone that your feet carried you here. So, as familiar as it was, it still felt like it was only a distant memory you just now recalled while standing here. After so many months, you came back. Your hand raised, knuckles almost touching the surface of the door. But your mind snapped out of it before any real damage could be done. With a sigh & tears in your eyes that you would not let fall, not today & definitely not here, you retreated your hand, turned around & left without another thought. Except for the million new ones that formed after you put more & more distance between you & him.

I just wanted you to know that this is me trying

I just wanted you to know that this is me trying

It was not fair of you to put the blame on people who were unaware of your situation or were not even part of it in the first place. But you could have screamed when you received an invitation for an upcoming event. Now, as someone who had been fairly new in this business, this was the perfect opportunity to make yourself seen & stand out surrounded by tons of filmmakers & fellow actors. Exciting news. Were it not for the fact that you were supposed to attend with the crew of “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier”. With Sebastian & Anthony. The latter you could handle perfectly fine but you were unsure if your heart could withstand having to look at your used-to-be best friend for an entire evening with cameras flashing around you. Pretending that you were having the time of your life when, in fact, all you wanted to do was sink into a pit & never climb out of it again.

Your first reaction was to devise a reasonable excuse as to why you could not attend. But then the interviewers would interrogate Seb & Mackie & you would not put them through this unnecessary process. Besides, your show would get honored & it was the only right decision to be an active part when that happened. After all, you were incredibly proud of the work you did on that set & you were glad that there was a huge audience who enjoyed watching you all on screen.

If you truly did this then only properly. With that you meant completely exaggerating with your outfit. Seb & you would meet again & you would not let it show that you were feeling like an absolute mess. The least you could do was showing up like an absolute hot mess & for that, you would give your very best.

One phone call with your stylist & a meeting the next day. The two of you interjected ideas every now & then. In the end, & after hours of discussing, you came up with a dress you were entirely satisfied with. It would be designed just for you & for once, you were selfish enough to overdo everything in order to make yourself feel better.

The day of the event came faster than anticipated & you hated the fact that you were too nervous to function correctly. You really did dress to the nines & your outfit kind of helped you to gain enough courage to appear like a strong woman. Someone who was no damsel in distress who was in desperate need of a knight in shining armor. You were your own savior. No man. Your stylist told you that you were so stunning, the media would not shut up about you for a while. That was exactly what you wanted to achieve. Not all of it but for the last part you needed a bit more patience. Seb would see you & realize what he had lost. While that was not your goal, after all you were not defined by your looks, it was a nice side effect nevertheless.

Sebastian, obviously, did not appear alone on the red carpet. His new girl was right by his side, smiling in the cameras that went off because they were getting all the pictures of their new relationship. She seemed like she fit in perfectly fine though she had never been part of the public eye. Her body moved like she had done this a thousand times & for people who did not know better, it would have looked like Seb was the one out of place. This was her very first appearance & she enjoyed it too much for your liking. You had this bad feeling that she only used him to gain publicity. But maybe you were getting carried away.

Anthony asked you beforehand if you wanted to walk the red carpet together & of course you agreed. In order to match slightly, you let him know about the color of your dress. People were aware of your friendship & while some of them would most likely end up assuming that you were dating, the majority knew you were really close friends. If it were not for Sebastian’s new relationship, you probably would have been the one by his side tonight. Not as his girlfriend but as simple friends. Life never worked out the way you planned it. And that was okay. More or less.

After finally escaping the flashing of the cameras & some fast paced interviews, you arrived inside the big hall where tables were situated in a neat order. It was to be expected but your heart still sank when you were led to your seat. Of course the cast would share a table so why were you not thinking of that before? You could have prepared conversations or emotions, if that was even possible, to not act like a complete idiot. Without much thought, you chose a chair & sat down, gaze immediately flickering down to your lap. Therefore, Seb’s attempts to sit next to you went by unnoticed. Anthony sent him a look, silently telling him to behave tonight. It seemed like the two of them wasted too much time because the new girl placed herself right next to you. You looked up when you smelled a scent you were not used to by neither Sebastian nor Anthony. There was a big smile on her face & as much as it hurt, you mimicked it & shook her hand while she told you her name. If you were honest, it went in through one ear & out through the other not even a second later. You could not care less about her. She did not do anything but then again, she did so much more that she was not even aware of. Mackie’s hand on your shoulder eased your tensed muscles & you made yourself more comfortable on your seat. At least Seb was not on either side of you. Though whenever you looked up, your eyes locked with his because he could not help but stare at you. You were beautiful all the time but that dress seemed to trigger something inside of him. His staring made you feel small, mainly because you did not know why he was even stealing glances when his girlfriend was literally right there. Maybe it was your imagination. After all, you were kind of used to the tricks your mind liked to play on you to mess with your feelings.

Fortunately, during an award show, you were not supposed to talk too much because you wanted to focus on what was going on on the stage that was illuminated by incredibly bright lights. It was easy to ignore Seb & his new girl. Sometimes you found yourself leaning over to Mackie to comment on something that interested you but that was about it. And before you even knew it, it was time for you three to present an award.

A short trailer of your show was on the big screen & you could not contain the big smile playing at the corners of your lips. An envelope was fiddled between your fingers, Seb was on your right, Anthony on your left. Which meant that you were in the middle & quite literally the center of attention. Especially with a dress as extravagant as yours. The short video faded out & it was your cue to enter the stage through the thick fabric of the red curtain. Applause & cheers erupted but you could barely focus on that. The lights blinded you so much, you could not even look past the front row. Your back was straight, shoulders down, head held high. Everything surrounding you was entirely blocked out, you only concentrated on your rehearsed lines you had to deliver. All three of you had a little thing to add but the job of opening the envelope & revealing who won was your task. Only after you announced the winner did you feel a hand on the small of your back. It was too gentle for it to be Mackie. Not that he was not gentle but you were close to him the entire evening, especially during the red carpet. His touch differed from the one you were now feeling. Seb’s. It did things to you, though it was so subtle, you believed nobody else even noticed. You were on stage, you could not shove his hand off of you. Truthfully, you did not even want to. Just for a few seconds, you let it linger. Enjoying the warmth you had missed those last months. Because it somehow was so much sweeter when it came from him. Yet, it was wrong. He had a girlfriend. She was waiting for you all to return to the table & here you were, on stage, letting yourself be touched by him. It was not illicit, you told yourself. The moment you left the spotlight, you would return to ignoring each other. You had to, for your own good.

After parties were not your thing. Not usually. But you were a changed person so maybe you would surprise yourself. Actually, you were glad that you could escape the group of people who surrounded you. It would be impolite to run off right away so you stuck around for a little while longer. Hopefully, they would notice your hard attempts to be nice. Because it took a lot of you to succeed with that. Seb & Mackie could see through you, you assumed, but the new girl could not. And by the way she kept rambling to you, it seemed as if she wanted you to be her new best friend. Who knew, if you two met under different circumstances, maybe you would have ended up being the best of friends. The situation you were in currently denied you to be neutral towards her.

Honestly, you did not last too long. Ten minutes after, you excused yourself & strayed from the table. Anthony widened his eyes. He knew you too well & you were not necessarily someone who went off to meet new people & make new friends. Not that he judged you, he was annoyed by Seb’s new girl just as much. Because she could not shut up. Not even for a single second. It was good for you, getting acquainted with more people in the same business.

They told me all of my cages were mental

So I got wasted like all my potential

And my words shoot to kill when I’m mad

I have a lot of regrets about that

I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere

Fell behind all my classmates and I ended up here

Pouring out my heart to a stranger

But I didn’t pour the whiskey

There were so many people who you saw on screen & now you were an actual part of them. Someone called your name & made you spin around. A table with a couple of actors waved you over & you hesitated for a second. Should you go for it? Life was about taking risks & for you, approaching them was a big risk. But they all smiled at you & were friendly enough to let you join them. They suggested ordering you a drink but you declined politely. You were desperate, sure, but not that desperate. Somewhere inside of you was a tiny bit of dignity left & you would not let alcohol assist you with loosening up. Fun did not require getting drunk.

Seb’s staring only intensified when you walked off. Like nothing else gained his attention more than the way you moved your body & smiled so gently at complete strangers. How most of the people you talked to looked at you liked they wanted something from you. Like they wanted you. Ten again, it was no surprise. Who would not want to be with you? His heart ached because you were having fun without him. His face fell because you decided against spending more time with him. Back then, you would have never left his side, not even for a bit. Now, as he eyed you up & down with a hidden painful expression, he barely even recognized you. Yes, you were still the same. The same person he met all those years ago. The same person who stole his heart after a simple greeting. And he wasted his time in a situation he was everything but happy in. Wait. He was not happy. He believed he was, at first, but the scene in front of him proved him wrong. He only ever was happy, truly happy, when he was with you. Suddenly, all of his mistakes washed through him. He had to escape, it was too late already, but he could not stay in this relationship any longer. It would only destroy him further. And maybe there was a change to rescue the bond he once shared with you. Maybe, he hoped. Sebastian was jealous. He was trying his hardest not to make it too obvious. His new girl did not realize because she did not know Seb at all. Only the surface of him. Anthony, on the other hand, saw his jaw clench & his hands forming into fists. Internally, he rolled his eyes. He could not believe that Seb was such a dumbass. It took him this long to turn jealous? He did feel like that before but he simply buried those feelings deep inside of him. After all, he was in a relationship. Why was he in a relationship?

I just wanted you to know that this is me trying

I just wanted you to know that this is me trying

While you were engaged in a conversation with your new “friends”, your found yourself zoning off most of the time. Your plan did not work out. Bold of you to assume that you would have Seb crawling after you simply because your dress was gorgeous. Your heart longed for him & whoever said that heartbreak did not have physical effects was a damn liar. Your lungs burned, making it hard to breathe properly. If you ran off now, everyone would ask questions you were not ready to answer just yet.

At least I’m trying

Sebastian was a few feet away from you, his girl grabbing his arm but his focus was not on her. It was on you & on your seemingly increasing uncomfortable body language. Your weight shifted from one heel to another. Something you did when you were deeply stressed & wanted to distract yourself from whatever your mind was telling you at the moment. His elbow nudged Anthony who turned his head with raised eyebrows. He kept an expectant expression on his face. Only when Seb pointed over to you did he follow his line of sight. Everyone who knew you a bit better recognized how awkward & out of place you felt. Without exchanging words, Anthony ordered Sebastian to save you from this mess. But how could he possibly do that with his girlfriend clawing to him without intending to ever let him go? Mackie raised his hands defensively when he saw the look he received. That was a problem between the two of you & he already interfered too much. Another step from his side & he feared losing you as well.

Both men tensed up when you jogged out of the room. One destination in mind. To get the hell out of there. Because the air around you became suffocating. Not even a goodbye from your side, you just sprinted away from the main event & never looked back.

Out. Out. Out. Your thoughts resolved around this simple word. Fresh air to think clearly again. Your vision started blurring, tears threatening to escape. Your zoning off took over & you recalled memories you shared with Seb over the years. You were so sad, hurting so much. It was overwhelming & you had no idea how to handle your emotions. So you did the one thing you were skilled at. Running away & avoiding your problems at all costs. Painful, it was so painful.

And it’s hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound

It’s hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you

You’re a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town

It was as if something inside of Seb clicked all of a sudden. He was brought back to the day you left him after lunch. When you walked out of his life without a second glance over your shoulder. A rather harsh shove & his girlfriend let go of him with a protest & an annoyed expression. Anthony watched with curious eyes but did not dare to comment on his friend’s actions. Maybe because he expected Sebastian to freak out after your little escape. There were two options. Pretending or being open about something he had kept inside for way to long. It should be the latter, he knew that much now.

“I’m sorry…” Sebastian started stuttering. “This isn’t fair of me & you don’t deserve this. But I can’t keep doing this…Not with you.” he broke up with her. Right then & there, in front of a crowd that did not pay attention but was there still. The look on her face should have bothered him. It did not. His mind was solely focused on you & if he were not fast enough, he would miss you. Anthony was too shocked to say anything so he was as silent as Seb’s now ex-girlfriend.

That was his chance. His attempt to fix what he had so brutally damaged. And if it were the last thing that he did. He wanted & needed to try to change your mind about him. Life was not the same without you. Life was not worth it without you.

The night started with you trying to keep up a friendly appearance, especially towards the new girl. Yet, it ended with Seb trying everything to reach you, to get you to listen, to hug you close to him & never let you go again. Both of his hands were used to push the door open & he exited the building only to be met with the cold breeze of the night. Immediately, he worried about you because you did not carry a jacket & you were only dressed in your gown. You would be freezing. His head moved frantically, hoping that his gaze would fall onto your frame eventually. But it did not. The area was scanned, he asked other people if they saw you walking by but nothing. You were gone.

And I just wanted you to know that this is me trying

(And maybe I don’t quite know what to say)

I just wanted you to know that this is me trying

At least I’m trying

Gold Rush [1] / You’re Not Sorry [2] / This Is Me Trying [3] / [4] (soon)

Published (05/15/2021) by Cathy

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Zemo dealing with the reader dying by John Walker's hand. Maybe saving him, for added angst. Thank you! And your writing is just the best! :)

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Zemo Dealing With Reader’s Death Headcanons

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It was his fault, that was what he told himself. His. Fault.

The first mistake was even letting you tag along on this mission. Zemo should have known better than that. But you were so, so stubborn. And he had a hard time telling you “no”.

Which was why he said “yes”. And look where that brought him.

Things escalated rather quickly. It all started out with an innocuous argument. John threw some things in, as did Zemo. Basically, just two men childishly bickering. It was not the first time that happened.

It certainly was the last.

Nobody could have seen that coming. Walker took one of Zemo’s comments too seriously & grabbed a gun out. Where he got that from? No idea.

But it was pointed at Zemo’s head. And John’s finger was already on the trigger.

You panicked. And one thing you were certain of, Walker was not one to be messed with. He killed that one guy brutally, after all. No way would he back off. He did not like Zemo one bit.

In the heat of the moment, & because you noticed John’s finger tightening around the trigger, you shoved Zemo out of the way right in time.

Zemo was fine.

You were not.

The bullet that was supposed to shoot through his brain went through yours.

And Zemo was too shocked to think about revenge. Walker ran away afterwards, leaving Zemo alone with your dead body.

You looked almost peaceful like that. Sleeping, he told himself, you were sleeping. Only, you were not. And he had to deal with that sooner or later.

He became a mess after that. For the second time in his life, he lost someone he cared for dearly. And he watched every single second of it. Of course he blamed himself, the bullet was supposed to hit him.

Crying. Screaming. Punching everything that came into view.

At first, Zemo lived in denial. Were it not for Sam & Bucky, he would not have been able to release your body from his tight grip.

Anger followed. John, without batting an eye, killed you. Right in front of him. And he did not even look like he was sorry. Or that he regretted it. No, he literally wore a blank expression.

Bargaining. Third stage. But it was too hard to even face Walker. Zemo would have punched the living hell out of him, for sure. Sam & Bucky kept him from doing so.

Depression. Now that one took the longest. And he still was not completely healed from that one. Sometimes, the dark thoughts came back all at once. And he was trapped in this gloomy spiral again. Seemingly no way out. Without you, Zemo was lost. Not complete. Life dragged itself along ever since you were taken from him.

Eventually, he arrived at the fifth & last stage: acceptance. Though he did not believe he could ever truly accept that you were gone. To him, it felt like you were still with him, next to his side with every step he took. Like you were watching over him. His own guardian angel.

You had always been his angel. From your first interaction until your very last. Now, you were somewhere up there & your title changed slightly.

His guardian angel.

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Concept for Zemo where he is overly protective and gentle when it comes to people he cares about.

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Overprotective & Gentle!Zemo Headcanons

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Zemo was very attentive. Very, very attentive.

Even if you did not notice, he was watching & observing, clearing the surroundings simply to be sure that everything was safe & sound.

Because the one thing he could not handle was getting you hurt. Or worse.

It did not even have to go as far as you getting hurt. It could be things like: someone mistreating you, bothering you, making you uncomfortable, ...(& sometimes even if someone looked at you the wrong way)

His protectiveness could turn into overprotectiveness in the blink of an eye.

Which was, you had to admit, quite nice & sweet of him. Though it could be annoying every now & then.

The times where he ended up being the most gentle soul in this world balanced that out.

Imagine you did get hurt (no matter how small the injury seemed): Zemo took care of you until he was certain that you were no longer in pain. Even after healing entirely, he wanted you to stay in bed & keep things easy for a while.

Imagine you did get hurt (not physically but mentally - whoever dared to say bad things about you): Zemo would keep you close all the time. Always having an arm around your waist. A lot of hugs from behind, his arms circling your middle as if he wanted to keep you from harm’s way.

Zemo was not a man who cared for a lot of people. His past showed him that if he did get close to someone & opened up to them, chances were high he would be the one hurt in the end.

You, though, you were different. He did not care about his previous fears anymore. All he did care about was keeping you healthy & happy.

Your smile made his day, your personality matched his perfectly. It was as if you two were made for each other. Meant to be together from the very beginning.

Sure, sometimes you wished Zemo would let you go on more missions. You wanted to help him, after all. (If you played the “puppy-dog-eyes” card, you were pretty safe & he would bring you along.)

Again, only if at least one of his hands was on you. It could be his little finger, really, but at least there was a part of him that touched you. And provided him with the reassurance that you were okay.

At the end of the day, Zemo wanted you to be alright.

 And at the end of a mission (if you got hurt, this would definitely intensify), he would lay your head on his chest, holding it in place with gentle fingers. His other hand would be wrapped around your waist. The body warmth telling him that this was real. The two of you were in bed together. You were alright.

Tons of forehead kisses after dangerous missions? One hundred percent. Zemo loved kissing you, really kissing you. But those sweet little pecks he would leave on your forehead, your nose or your cheeks? Those were the most meaningful ones. (with the kisses he left on your knuckles when he took one of your hands into his & raised it to his lips, of course)

Long story short: Zemo was a very attentive & protective boyfriend who could exaggerate, sure. But the gentle & caring side to it made up for when you were mad at his constant need to check up on you. Moments when you two shared little intimate interactions, those were the ones worth living for.

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These Zemo concepts are giving me life! Your writing is so amazing! Please could you do one where the reader owns a flower shop and he uses it for his family's grave before starting to fall for her.

[Thank you so much! <3 Look, this idea is giving me life because I wrote a piece, “Springing Forward”, about Reader owning a flower shop. I’m imagining that same flower shop but the circumstances are different this time. Please enjoy!] | Headcanons for Zemo & others are open!

Zemo Buying Flowers From Reader’s Shop Headcanons

[no pronouns used]

Zemo would stumble upon your shop because it was in the center of the city. A modest store that sold the prettiest of flowers that the entire town talked about.

The first time he visited, Zemo was a broken man. Still grieving for his wife & son.

But you did not comment on his cold demeanor. No, you simply offered him gentle, understanding eyes. And a proper consultation.

Grave flowers. So that was why he radiated such heavy sadness.

From then on, he came by every now & then. Primarily, he only bought fresh flowers. But then, after a while, he lingered around a bit longer. Talked to you & got to know you.

For example, that this shop belonged to your parents. You simply helped them out. Or your passion for flowers & plants.

Your days consisted of waiting for Zemo. When would he visit today? Would he buy more flowers? Or would he just start another one of your many conversations?

Zemo knew it was wrong. Deep down, he felt like he betrayed his wife for developing feelings for you. Something told him that she would want him to be happy. And if you made him happy then why would he suppress the fact that he was falling for you?

After tons of visitations & too much money spent on flowers, he asked you out. You could tell that he was still hesitant about all of this. He did tell you about his family’s passing. So you could only imagine how hard it was for him to take that step.

You guys went on a date. Then on two. Three. So many, in fact, it was natural to be close to him every single day.

He walked you to work in the morning, waited until your shift was over in the evening.

Sometimes he even managed to spend time with you during your lunch break.

And soon, it was a given that you strolled from his apartment to work & from your shop back to his place.

The relationship you now found yourselves in was unexpected but delightful. 

Zemo had a past & you were glad that he never made a secret out of it. God knew how complicated relationships turned when you did not communicate properly or kept important information from your partner.

He would feel insecure every so often. The guilt nagging at him. Doubts came crushing in. Was he doing the right thing? Yes, he did fall for you but what would his wife say?

“Helmut, I’m not intending to be a replacement, you know that. You’ll forever love her & that is fine with me.” you would assure him.

“Is it wrong of me to love you even though I love her still?” from him because the dark thoughts took over.

“Who says you can only fall in love with one person?” you smiled slyly & earned a chuckle from him.

Your attempts to make him worry less always brightened up his days. Zemo knew he needed you or he would not, could not, breathe anymore.

He found home in you. The (Y/N) from the little flower shop who stole his heart & turned his life upside down.

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Professionally Unprofessional (Sam Wilson x Reader)

Request: Samuel wilson x reader, reader is an interviewer who is on the ground when wilson speak with the senator, they had a huge fight before but wilson is like grab her and kissed her and then like "fuck this shit, cmon lets get married gurl" (by anonymous), [Marvel-Masterlist]

Summary: You were everything but average. As a reporter, people expected you to be laid back, professional. You were all those things, you simply added a bit of spice into the mix to lend your interviews something special.

Words: 2,696

Warnings: language, humor, sarcasm, fluff (?), arguments, female pronouns used, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[Thanks @shmaptainhotchner for helping me out with this one! <3]

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

You were part of a local news station, usually the one doing interviews & all of that sorts. The viewers liked you so much because you did not ask typical, boring questions. Whenever you had someone in front of your microphone, you went out of you way to create something special that entertained the people. Much to your boss’ dismay. But then again, she would never fire you because your views would drastically sink if she did so.

Thanks to your job, you had interviewed most of the Avengers throughout the years. That was how you met Sam in the first place. You somehow made yourself appear mysterious enough for him wanting to get to know you better. Mainly because of your odd approach at asking questions. It made you stand out. It did not take all too long for you guys to start dating. Your personalities harmonized perfectly together & whenever you two were out, shit was about to go down.

“You working today?” Sam asked as he stripped on his new suit that Bucky gifted to him.

“If someone’s worth interviewing.” you shrugged mindlessly. “You know, someone with a metal arm for example.”

“Yeah?” he approached you. “What about Captain America?”

“Meh.” you answered absently, not even looking in his eyes. Simply to mess with him. “That guy’s too boring. Literally nobody wants to see him.”

“Is that so?” Sam came to a halt right in front of you. Just as he stretched out his arms in your direction did you spin around & distance yourself from him. “Hey!”

“What?” you turned to glance at him again, an innocent expression on your face. “Something the matter?”

“Baby.” he spoke in a warning tone & you had to hide your giggle. “What are you planning?”

“Damn, you’re really thinking the worst of me, huh?” one corner of your lips lifted slightly.

“I know you, (Y/N).” Sam shook his head. “You’re trouble when it comes to interviews.”

“Well, the trouble ensures for my income. Not everyone is an Avenger, alright?” you crossed your arms over your chest & pretended to be angry at him.

“Maybe you should ask your boss for a raise.” Sam pointed out.

“She’d fire me before she’d give me more money.” you laughed at the absurdity of it. Because honestly, you really believed every day could be the last at your current job.

“What if I end up ignoring you amongst all other reporters?” he was kidding, of course he was. Usually, it was the other way around. You were the only interviewer he ever paid attention to & therefore he knew about your quick changes in questions. No matter how much you had prepared, in the end you were always straying far from that.

“Then it would mean no money at all. Sam, come on. It’ll be fun.” you sent him a big enthusiastic smile.

“Come on, baby. Not this shit…” he sighed loudly. So you were planning on messing with him later today but you were not enlightening him. There was no way he could possibly prepare for the chaos you would put him thorough.

“Oh, so my creative, well thought-through profession is shit but you risking your life flying around like a fucking bird while throwing a metal frisbee isn’t?” you looked at him expectantly but no answer came. Sam simply approached you, leaned down & pressed a quick peck on your cheek. It brought a sweet smile to your face. While the playful banter & arguments between you two were pretty much a constant, you always made sure to say goodbye properly. Though, if you were honest, you already had some questions in mind that would bother the shit out of him. Oh, this would so turn out in your favor.

Being Captain America’s girlfriend was not necessarily easy. Especially when his life was at risk almost daily. And Sam did give you a scare or two (or maybe even a thousand) ever since the Flag Smashers had been doing their things. Of course you loved joking around & pretending that none of this truly faced you but if you were to be entirely honest, you probably were the one who worried the most. More than Sam & Bucky combined. You were not as successful as you hoped to be when it came to hiding your feelings. Luckily, your boyfriend read you like an open book & he never teased you about it. Not about something as significant as this. So, without actually addressing the topic, he cheered you up & eased your mind without you even realizing it in the first place.

You had been awaiting the phone call for a while now so when it finally sounded up, you felt relief washing through you. Not Sam was calling but your boss.

“(Y/L/N). Heading to the main event soon?” she asked without greeting you first. Simply getting straight to business. As you were used to from her.

“Yeah, sure. Just waited for your call. The team is already on its way I guess?” you inquired & already walked over to your closet to pick an appropriate outfit.

“They are…Can I trust you?” she hesitated & you rolled your eyes at her stupidity. You two were not the best of friends if that had not been clear yet.

“You can always trust me, boss. Otherwise you wouldn’t have called me.” you concluded & smirked when you heard her sigh on the other end.

“I wanted to sign Brock up for this one, actually.” she took a deep breath before she continued. “But we all know what the viewers wanna see & it ain’t your colleague.”

“I’ll be on my best behavior today.” you straightened your back though nobody could see.

“That’s what I’m afraid of…This is a big deal, (Y/L/N). We really need a good interview.” she informed you. Your boss was aware that every task you handled ended up being successful so you did not quite understand her worries.

“I’ll be there in 15.” was all you said before you ended the call & tossed your phone on your bed from across the room. It was frustrating to have your boss calling you with the same plea every time. By now she should perceive your take on interviews & the views spoke for themselves. You believed her biggest concern was you messing up big time. That big, in fact, that your news station would go bankrupt afterwards. But each time you finished talking to someone in front of the camera, your popularity only increased. Maybe you were not an average reporter but who cared for average in the 21st century? It was no secret that you were a master of your profession, collecting tons of people who envied you over the years & delivering accordingly when needed. Without you on their team, your station would have gone bankrupt. You were the only one keeping it alive & every member knew that.

You smoothed out the material of your pantsuit, checking if everything was ready for the live interview that would happen soon. The cameras were already working & your sound man fiddled with the microphone attached to your fabric one last time before he left you alone to do your job. When you first started here, your heartrate picked up its pace whenever you were about to interview someone. Nowadays, you simply relaxed, took a few deep breaths & went for it without too much overthinking. The fact that your boyfriend was on the other end of your microphone aided your calm demeanor as well.

Tons of people surrounded you & you scrunched up your nose at their attempts to stand in the front row. Your team had arrived pretty early so your cameras focused on the main area where the real deal would happen. Honestly, if it were not for you actively working as a reporter, you would have loathed that profession. Then again, you differed from the others. That kind of excused the ugly side of that job. Voices grew more frantic which meant that something was brewing. Your eyes flickered up & there he was. Your boyfriend. Captain America in all his glory. In his new suit that simply took your breath away. When you first caught a glimpse of it & even now.

Stupid & boring questions were fired at Sam’s way but he sidestepped them like a pro. The microphone in your hand was moved around from one side to the other. One thing you had learned in this job was to have patience. And to stand out because then, people tended to approach you more often than the rest. So you ordered your camera man to film Sam’s encounter with the Senator before you would interrupt. Your smirk was wide when you watched Captain America clapping back at the higher-ups who believed the entire world revolved around them. Seemed like he finished his speech because his back faced them & he made his way over to the swarm of reporters. But his eyes only trained on one. You.

“Captain America.” you nodded as you stretched out the microphone in his direction. He rolled his eyes at you trying to stay professional. The first words & you were already failing. “Mr. Wilson. Let’s keep it simple, shall we?” you corrected yourself.

“Sure thing.” he nodded, not once breaking eye contact with you.

“All of America is wondering about one thing.” you made a pause for dramatic effect. “Have you lost it?”

“What?” Sam was confused yet at the same time, he was used to the perplexity that came with you interviewing him. It was the same old.

“Your sanity.” you stated without batting an eye, appearing as serious as ever. He tilted his head backwards & could not hold his laughter in any longer. Success for you.

“Everything is as it should be.” he brushed you off but you were better prepared than this, of course.

“Yeah? Then explain this…Imagine your worried girlfriend sitting at home, simply waiting to receive the news of her boyfriend getting his ass kicked.” it was no secret to the world that you two were dating but you were not allowed to include that in your interviews. But when did you ever follow rules?

“Well, she can’t be that worried. Since she’s standin’ here & all.” he pointed out & you had to admit that he did have some good comebacks today. People would love the bickering between you two.

“We were lucky enough to watch your encounter with the Senator.” you quickly changed the topic in order to keep the conversation alive & interesting. “Don’t you think it’s time for you to give credit?”

“Credit for what?” he inquired with furrowed eyebrows. You had him again.

“Generally, when someone gets inspired or when they had help, for example with coming up with a speech that leaves everyone stunned, it is only fair to give credit.” you saw how deep he was in his thoughts to process what you had said but it seemed useless.

“Baby, you’re literally making no sense.” Sam shook his head, one of his hands raising to his face to brush over his chin. He just called you by your nickname during a live interview, the media would go crazy over that. It was the very first time because, again, you were not allowed to mix work & private stuff. You needed to figure out a reasonable excuse to tell your boss later on.

“While that speech was remarkable, it is everything but fair to skip the fact that your girlfriend was the one helping you create it in the first place.” only after your explanation did he understand what you were trying to say. But you were literally selling your viewers bullshit.

“Improvisation doesn’t need credit.” one of his eyebrows perked up as he chuckled.

“I agree with you on that, Mr. Wilson.” you contemplated his words, acting as if you were giving in. But you were not. “And we’re totally even if you give me credit for your speech there.” you then turned around so you were looking straight into the camera. “It was me who wrote little cards for him to memorize every day during breakfast. You’ve gotta know that I have the brains in this relationship so-“ Sam interrupted you, came up right next to you & nudged you with his elbow. It earned him a little grunt & an unhappy look from you.

“Who the hell watches this?” his question was directed at your team behind the camera who only shrugged in return.

“A lot of viewers expect quality content, Mr. Wilson. So if you could please occupy your previous position so I can finish this interview in peace, that would be very much appreciated. “ the camera angle changed once more as you shoved Sam back to his place. He let it happen but in the back of his mind, a plan had already started forming. Just as your mouth started opening, Sam snatched the microphone from your hand, ripping off the one that was connected to your pantsuit in one swift movement. You were too shocked to reply right away. Seemed like your team was experiencing similar emotions because nobody moved or said anything. When you were free, he grabbed your wrist & dragged you away from the scene. Your mouth opened & closed a couple of times yet no words were coming out. Hundreds of interviews & never had something like that occurred before. There was a first time for everything.

“The fuck?” was the first thing you breathed out after Sam pretty much shoved you into an alleyway.

“Yeah, likewise.” he laughed, his eyes holding the softness that were reassurance enough that nothing was wrong & that he was not mad at you. His lips pressed onto yours in a fiery & passionate kiss. One that caught you completely off guard. That was a…different reaction to you teasing him during an interview. A pleasant one at that.

“Should I ask?” you almost whispered after you two had to pull apart for air.

“Damn, let’s get married, baby.” he said it so casually, as if there was nothing special about it. Your bewilderment gave you away. You had discussed marriage before just not that straight forward.

“What, you got a ring?” your head tilted to the side & the look on his face was priceless. He did not expect your answer to be as bold as his suggestion. “I’m kidding, Sam.”

“We could go buy one.” he shrugged & made you laugh. Honestly, that was such a typical move of him.

“You wanna marry me even though I literally messed with you back there?” you questioned. Sam held out his hand for you to take & you intertwined your fingers with his. A gentle smile played at the corners of your lips.

“I didn’t expect anything else from you.” he commented after a short pause.

“You gotta admit, though…I was on fire today.” you nudged him & widened your sparkling eyes at the genuine smile he gave you.

“If on fire is another word for annoying, then hell yeah.” he sighed loudly, the sarcasm clearly detectable.

“I didn’t remember you to be this rude, Mr. Wilson.” you emphasized the last part & loved watching his body tense up. His grip tightened & his steps fastened.

“Come on.” he urged you on but you wanted to keep this game alive for a little while longer.

“Where are we going?” you glanced at him with innocent eyes.

“Home. We can buy your ring another time.” so you two made your way back to your shared apartment. Throughout the entire walk there, you fought the urge to bite your lip at your clever approach for this interview. If that was what you got out of it, then you were fine with being fired as well. Because, truthfully, you did not believe your boss would keep up with you any longer after today. But she did not fire you, no. The views were skyrocketing & she needed you to keep their station alive. You got your well-deserved raise, finally.

Published (05/13/2021) by Cathy

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Hi! I'm so obsessed with Zemo at the moment and your work is giving me life ! <3 I was wondering if you could do Headcanons for a a female prisoner on the raft; their cells are next to each other. And her family was also killed by the Avengers but after many years alone; she's a bit insane. Thank you!!

[Thanks for your support! I had way too much fun with this one, hope you like it!] | Headcanons for Zemo & others are open!

Zemo With A Mildly Insane!Reader Headcanons

[female pronouns used]

You were here before Zemo was. The cell next to you had been empty for so long, it was quite a nice change to have another person to entertain you.

Zemo was intrigued by you right away. Because the smile you wore never faltered. Not even once. It was almost...creepy.

"I'm (Y/N)." you introduced yourself as you sat cross-legged on your mattress.

"Helmut." he nodded at you.

"Oh, & this is Dirk." your finger pointed to your left. "Apologies in advance, he's quite the talker." you whispered & leaned closer to Zemo.

Fun fact: there was nobody else in your cell. Not like you claimed.

He felt sympathy for you because it seemed like you were so desperately craving social contact, you ended up imagining a friend to suppress that longing.

Small talk with you & Dirk was fun. During those times, it appeared as if you were not imprisoned. It was a meeting between two- um, three friends who caught up with each other.

One day, the usual calm atmosphere around you two- three, around you three, changed. "You know, Helmut. The Avengers are actually assholes." you sighed, laying on the cold pavement of your cell, staring at the ceiling.

"Oh? Why is that?" he was testing the waters. Though his thoughts on those superheroes were pretty much the same.

"They killed my parents." you stated casually. "Dead." a weird sound escaped through your lips. Apparently you wanted to voice how it sounded when someone was killed. "Mom got her head ripped off. Dad had this like HUGE spear through his heart."

Zemo would not go as far to call you insane. You were mildly insane. Not totally.

"Why?" he inquired.

"Don't know."

Repression, Zemo figured. Maybe it would change you if he opened up what happened to his family.

The two of you bonded over your trauma that was caused by the Avengers.

"Hey, Helmut? Could you tell Dirk to shut up? He's like a tinnitus."

"Dirk, we would really appreciate it if you gave us a bit of quiet." by now, Zemo no longer looked at you weirdly when you talked about/to your imaginary friend. That was the result of being alone for years.

Honestly, he found it somewhat cute 

And maybe, if he kept trying, he could be the one to help you out. Not out of the Raft but out of the situation you were trapped in. With patience, he believed he could succeed.

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✨Hot Jealous Zemo✨ more like:

- head tilting Zemo when you try on lingerie and just get out of the changing room like it is nothing. Lips pressed tight against each other and sudden free gifts from the employees on the way out.

- Zemo that gets Oeznik to prepare reports about where he drives you and if somebody is with you

- People that collaborate with him suddenly have one (or both) broken arm.

- Zemo’s mind has probably a ranking of beating proportional to the way the man in question is looking at you. The ranking is updated daily. Even hourly if necessary.

- Probably going to gift you a necklace with his initials or, even better, with the coat of arms of his family.

- His hand leaned on your hip, waist, back, leg, hand. He always has part of himself on you.

- When he observes from afar he is probably planning something, analysing something, getting ahead of the next move.

- He hates/loves the way you can surprise him, find a new way to make him flip out in jealousy. He has a subtle admiration for your amazing skill to make him find new things he loves of you and doesn’t want to share with others.

(I am overwhelmed, STOP ME)

OKAY *deep breath* 

Look, we all know that you started this little game, right? At first, you didn’t even think it would turn out to be such a huge deal. But once you noticed, you had tons of ideas to take a step further.

Like, there was a time when you stepped out during one of his meetings with a work partner. In the lingerie he bought you. Only his fur coat covering a tiny bit more of you. Let’s be honest, you were pretty much naked. Of course all eyes were on you but Zemo had to finish his meeting. Though he shifted uncomfortably in his seat for the rest of it. 

It would go as far as Zemo waiting for your next move. He would constantly question himself how far you would take it this time so he could prepare a fitting punishment for you. 👀 He enjoyed getting all riled up because of you & you enjoyed the outcome.

✨Hot Jealous Zemo✨ anticipated your next bold move. You awaited how he would take his jealousy out on you. 🥵 These are facts.

(keep on discussing in my ask box, guys...I love this more than I should)

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Imagine Jealous!Zemo losing motivation for his revenge against the Avengers before Civil War.

You, a scholar of Zemo’s psyche, asking Steve Rogers for an autograph giving him the heart eyes during his morning runs.

The result: complete annihilation.

Listen...I have ~THOUGHTS~

I’d like to believe that the complete annihilation happens to Steve first. But maybe not punching him, Zemo wouldn’t stand a change against a super soldier. BUT Jealous!Zemo is freaking intimidating. Steve would back off immediately.

Now...the second complete annihilation would SO happen when you guys make it back home again 👀 Because you flirting with Steve? Dude, Zemo would completely annnihilate you...And you know what? You would enjoy it.

(pls send me asks about ✨Hot Jealous Zemo✨, let's discuss)

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hellooo how bout headcannons or a oneshot of zemo being jealous because walker keeps on flirting with reader?? especially when he keeps pulling the “im captain america” card?? thank youu hope ur having a great day:>>

[We love Walker here *coughs* but like, please give Wyatt Russell a big hug, okay? I’m doing great, thanks! Hope your day is going well!!] | Headcanons for Zemo & others are open!

Jealous!Zemo Handling Walker Headcanons

[no pronouns used]

Zemo knew you loved messing with people. Very often, said messing included you playfully flirting with others.

When John Walker aka Captain America introduced himself to you? It was a chance you had to take. Especially because you could not, for the life of you, stand that guy.

At first, it was rather uneventful. A few smirks here, a couple of winks there. Nothing that made Zemo overly jealous.

“Wow. You’re like SO strong.” you commented after John threw his shield & knocked someone out. Zemo detected the hidden sarcasm within your words. But he was the only one who did.

“Well, I’m Captain America.” Walker wore his winning smile & leaned closer to you.

From then on, Zemo saw red. All alarming bells were going off & he shoved Captain America off of you with all the strength he could muster.

“Don’t.” he breathed it out with such a warning tone, John immediately took a few steps back. For the better, probably.

Basically, Zemo did not leave your side anymore.

One of his hands was always touching you. It was sweet, really. But you had to admit that when he was furious with jealousy, that was such a turn on.

So the flirting on your side did not die down. And sometimes, when John believed Zemo was far away & there was no way he could possibly hear you, Walker reciprocated.

And, oh boy, John would be lucky if he saw the sunrise again.

Zemo ended up punching the shit out of Walker. Which was kind of satisfying. And hot. So immensely hot.

You were the reason Zemo acted out like that. You were the reason he punched another man who came too close for his liking.

Spoiler alert: Zemo did not kill John. He was better than that, come on.

“What?” Zemo questioned when he turned around & brushed off non-existent dust from his fur coat. He noticed your sly smirk as you shrugged innocently. So you were playing that card.

Zemo was perfectly fine with you flirting with others. Because he knew it was entertaining to you & there were literally no strings attached.

When another person joined in on that fun? Another person who was not him? That was where Zemo drew the line. As simple as that.

There was a time, a little after the last escalation, where you entertained yourself & flirted with John once again. Nothing came back. Walker learned. But you wanted to mess with your boyfriend. You wanted him to be jealous. So you kept leaning closer to John, touching his biceps even though there was no need for you to do that.

With one swift motion, Zemo grabbed your arm, pulled you closer to him & pressed his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss. His hands were everywhere & you were too focused on the man touching you, you did not even notice Walker tiptoeing out of the room with an embarrassed look on his face.

Success. For Zemo & you.

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