#i would be sorry this is super fucking long if i felt remotely any remorse

[tf2fansderogatory]

scout day

okay we know hes got rabbit theming with the domination voicelines but in my head i take it one step further

"mon lapin" (my rabbit) is a thing to call your son i think and so whenever i daydream i have one universe where scout just cries every time he hears anything rabbit related because he tried learning french and he found out what it means

in other words: hes a blorbo so i make him suffer

it turns out, to some degree, that Spy's eternal smugness is his downfall, something predicted by everyone ever. at the beginning his coworkers were greeted with usual wariness, caution, dodging questions and obscuring answers with well-placed bribes and cryptic threats and careful strategy; it only took him a few days to lower his guard just a tiny bit, and realize his coworkers were mostly obnoxious lunatics with very few coherent thoughts to any of their names, and once he knew who to be careful around he let his guard drop most of the rest of the way. it turns out, if you say something enough you begin to believe it on some deeper unconscious level, and you are an idiot isn't really an exception. It becomes a mantra. Eventually, he decides his teammates are incapable of even normal English and, therefore, absolutely would not know or be able to learn to speak French, so he lets himself be a little less careful. His constant little French phrases are sort of a compromise between secrecy and some other need he doesn't want to put a name to; in some way, it allows him to say anything he wants right to his disgusting coworker's faces without facing any repercussions whatsoever. To Spy it seems like a flawless solution.

But, well… maybe he lets it spiral a little too far. Scout gets the worst of it, and he knows it--everybody's already figured out he's probably insulting them to their faces and have accepted it as a normal fact of life, but Scout's watched him do it to other people and Spy does not do it to other people like he does it to him. It never fucking stops, for one, a constant train of syllables running in-between actual English sentences--and especially when Spy's scolding him, or complaining about his clothes or his voice or the gap in his teeth or the black eye that could've been very easily avoided if he didn't just go in swinging like a fucking idiot--or, the worst of it, when it's dark in the rec room and Scout's reading comics and Spy's in the other corner reading whatever he reads and everybody else is gone and you could cut the air with a knife, and Spy gets this weird little light in his eyes as he mutters and doesn't really hide the fact that he's watching Scout out of the corner of his eye. Drives him up the fucking wall. So he mail-orders one of those stupid little French-to-English books, starts keepin' a little journal of all the stupid shit he says, and asks Engie to help him out when he realizes he doesn't know how to spell French at all (and when the letters on the page are swimming too hard for him to keep his head straight).

Engie disappears for a few hours and when he gets back it's with a big fucking pile of books all about French, plus another big handful of notepads and recording devices. Scout says he doesn't care about it that much, but he does, and as Engie sees it if this is a way to get Spy to stop going through his goddamn things he'll take whatever path he can go. Over the next few days they collect information, spell the best they can, start organizing and translating bits and pieces of it; what they find is mostly insults, as expected, a few pleas for mercy, though Engie comes across a few lines spoken to him that he has to read back a few times to make sure Spy's actually calling him handsome.

Scout's asleep for most of it, to be completely frank. Letters were never his strong suit, but Engie's perfectly happy to truck along on his own. One night, one of the longer ones where he's mostly just there for moral support, Engie nudges him awake; he looks worried, almost, and Scout rubs his eyes as he shoves a torn-out page of a notebook into his face.

It says, highlighted among dozens of nondescript sentences, in Engie's barely legible chicken-scratch: My rabbit, you make my life so difficult. I wish you took more care of yourself. You don't deserve to live like this.

He sees it smeared all over the rest of the page, in the French Engie's still working through--mon lapin, mon lapin. My rabbit. And Engie gets another grave look, and points to a sentence near the bottom, in a considerably neater font.

He says: "This one's 'my rabbit, you look just like your mother'."

Medic runs a DNA test, for a good portion of both Engie and Scout's paychecks. Scout sees a little rabbit plushie in the window of a stupid little chachki store as they make their rounds around Teufort and Demo, who's a little too tipsy to be driving, is surprised when Scout starts sobbing, curled up on the shitty vomit-dusted leather.

Spy gets a visit, after most of everybody else has gone to bed. The broken nose he has when he shamefully stalks into the kitchen for breakfast and promptly leaves doesn't really surprise anyone, and neither does Scout's sullen silence for most of the morning into the afternoon. Spy stops going through Engie's things. French, formerly ever-present, vanishes from his general speaking patterns. There would be a celebration among the team, were it more appropriate. Everyone mostly just watches Scout stare at the rabbits running around outside, scowling, and feels bad for him.

#answered by bungus #scout #spy #engineer #tf2 #anon #i would be sorry this is super fucking long if i felt remotely any remorse #might be posting this to my ao3 by the way. so look outu for a shameless self-promotion at some point

[dancingintheraindreamingonday]

A little wicked - Chapter 9

Author’s note: This will probably be the last chapter of my Bucky series. What a journey. Thanks to everyone!! 

Warning: Huge plot twist, that even I haven’t seen coming when I first wrote the story.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

„Do you wanna live in Delacroix?“, You ask Bucky as you set the table for dinner. 

“Why are you asking?”

“I saw how much you enjoyed your time there and we’re still looking for a house. So...why not looking there?” 

After you got kidnapped in your old house, Bucky refused to live there again. 

“I thought you loved the city life.” 

“I don’t really care anymore where we live as long as we live together.” 

„I’m really lucky to be your husband.“, Bucky kisses you but stoppes as he receives a call from Sam. „There was an attack at the GRC conference. Sam needs me.“

„Go. Be safe. And kick their asses.“, you smile weakly as Bucky leaves your flat. 

As soon as he left, you check your phone seeing the messages you received, warning you about the upcoming attack hours ago. 

After making sure that Alex is safe and he’s taken care of you leave your apartment as well. A car is already waiting for you, taking you to the building where the conference is being held.

~*~

You’re standing in the shadow watching Sharon, Bucky and Sam talking. You know that Sam and Bucky will have each other’s back. That’s why you only observe Sharon and eventually follow her. 

Batroc points a gun at Sharon demanding more money. Morgenthau points her gun at her too. 

You curse under your breath as you come out of your hiding and without any warning you shot Batroc straight in the head without shaking. Sharon and Morgenthau shot each other while the later is deadly injured. 

“You are a great actress, Sharon. I’m really impressed.”, you say as you put your gun away. 

“Why didn’t you tell me your plan? I warned your days before the kidnapping that they will come for you. I don’t understand it.”, Sharon got shot in her stomach, breathing hard. 

“I knew Hydra would come- sooner or later. They wanted Alex to experiment with. And I also knew Valentina would think you’re the Power Broker and wanted to work with you. Thats why I spoke on your answering machine. So that you could gain her trust. That James and Sam found it was a coincidence but you played along. Really good. So when they came to kidnapp me, I offered myself. And they couldn’t believe their luck. Pregnant, vice-director of Shield and the wife of the winter soldier. I knew they would take me and experiment with me with their last serum they got. The last serum because the others got stolen and I knew Zemo would kill the doctor eventually. They wasted their last serum on me without knowing I’m immune. And when they think you’re dying they tell you everything. I needed that information about Valentina. It was definitely worth it.”

You look on your watch.

“Sam will be here any minute so I better be going. You...” you look at Sharon “will stay here in the city. I have a little present for you in the next days. And you...” you look at Karli “You shouldn’t have stolen the serum from me. And you shouldn’t have fight James. Killing the other super soldier wasn’t my plan in the beginning. You’re just a means to an end.” 

You walk away and leave the hall before Sam sees you. 

~*~*~

Cameras and lot of people were standing and watching Sam reasoning and convincing the GRC. You pass the police officers as they prevent the crowd to come even closer. „Did you write that down first or was it off the top of your head? Spoken like the true Captain America.“, you smile as you walk to the men. „Ah. Director Barnes, good seeing you here. There’s lot to talk about after todays event.“ The man says after he shakes your right hand. „And we will.“, you lay your left hand on top of his while still shaking. „(Y/f/n), what are you doing here? Does Bucky know you’re here?“, Sam looks at you suspiciously. „SHIELD is always there where bad things happen.“, leaving the equivocation unanswered. 

„Excuse me, I need to make sure that the remaining terrorist are safely escorted to jail.“, and with that you turn around but not walking to the cars where the rebels are in but to another car in the shadow. A man walks up to you with a little device in his hand that looks very similar to a remote. „Thanks, Stan. Good work. See you later.“ You say as you take the device and walk further. You knock at the car window and open it. „Do you want me to press the button or do you want to do it yourself?“, you say in perfect German. „I’ll do it on my own.“, answers the man in the car, taking the device and presses the button. The explosion is huge and lightens up the inside of the car your inside. „Good. Very good. We’re even.“, says the man. You smile knowing that James is finally off Zemo’s list. You sacrificed the flag smashers for James, but you don’t feel any remorse. You would do anything to protect your family. 

~*~*~

„(Y/f/n)!“, James shouts. He’s running and looking for you in panic. „James, I’m here.“, you scream back as you run in his direction. „God, (y/f/n), what the fuck are you doing here?! It isn’t safe here for you. For you both.“ Bucky looks at you and on your stomach. „When Sam told me you were here and the car exploded, I thought… I thought…“ He can’t finish the sentence and you hug him tightly. „I’m sorry. I didn’t want to scare you. I’m here as a representative for SHIELD.“

„Sharon’s here. I’ve heard she will stay in town.“, Bucky grunts still not forgiving her. „I know. I forgave her. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trusting her, but I know the bad influence Madripoor has on people. Maybe she will change.“, you lie.

„Your kindness always amazes me.“, says Bucky as he kisses your head. 

~*~*~

Three days later you open the door to your office. A small brown package is on your desk. You open it and as you realize what it is you can’t help but smile. Inside of the package was the book „The prince“ by Machiavelli. It’s the same book you sent Zemo some time ago. You open it and see Zemo’s graceful handwriting One is controlled but the other is still standing

You know immediately who Zemo is referring to. Bucky and Walker.

When you found out that HYDRA is working on the serum again, and when you stole it and then the flag smashers sole it from you, you knew it was just a question of time till Zemo will be out of jail and take a side. And you wanted him to be on yours. So you visited him and made sure that you both are on the same page- that the other super soldiers have to die but not James. You made clear that Bucky wasn’t a threat. That he’s broken trying to make amend for his killing. That he has settled and there is no need for Zemo to kill Bucky. And Zemo liked you- you were both born in Leipzig and you both had difficulties to cope with loss. Two smart minds wanting to destroy the serum.

You take the book to your bookshelf making a mental note to visit Zemo in the Raft.

Someone knocks at your door. Sharon Carter. 

„They offered me full pardon.“, says Carter as she walks into your office. „I know.“ You say. „I wrote the text that the senator read aloud.“ 

„So, I’ll be working in my old division?“, asks Sharon. „No. Thats not happening, Sharon.“, you laugh.

„But I’ve got you a job that’s even better. You will work for SWORD. Its an extra-governmental intelligence agency. Probably you’ve heard about them. Their former leader Hayward was a pain in the ass. Like Pierce 2.0. I’ve heard Fury wants to work there and because of his relationship with Valentina, I’m not trusting him at the moment. So you will work there and keep an eye on everyone. Oh and I hope you told your assistant that the super soldiers are off the menu. But there are other things we can offer.“

„I already called her about that. But there is still one question I have. How did you become director?“

You smile wickedly. „Well, the arrogance of men never ceases to amaze me. When Sam gave the shield away it was just a question of time till they demand a new Captain America. And everyone wanted John Walker. Received three Medals of honor, good looking and a soldier who does everything  what is commanded than rather what is right. I didn’t like him. James told me years ago, that you can see madness in people’s eyes and man, his eyes were full with madness. So I didn’t agree with the board but the director and vice-director both has to agree. So I made them an offer. I told them that for this voting they can outvote me if everyone on the board agrees with our director. And if Walker does his job well I will leave my position. But if he fails, I will be the new director. All they did was laugh at me. They of course outvoted me and they even planned my goodbye-party. And I just waited and waited. And with Walker being so unstable I didn’t waited for long. And now I’m here and the director is gone and most of the board members as well. Arrogance is dangerous. Never estimate your opponent.“

„So where is Walker now?“

„I’m not sure but I’m pretty certain that he’s with Valentina and they are up to no good. Valentina wants James dead and Walker wants Sam dead because Sam is the new and definitely the better Captain America.“

~*~*~

A week later, you, Bucky and Alex are sitting in the car heading to Sam’s home town. The letter from Tony is laying in your purse. The envelope is still sealed but the answer in it isn’t unknown to you. You’ve known the answer for years, never telling anyone, not even James. People would be intimated if they’d known your heritage- your dad’s and your mom’s. And you learned that being an intimating woman only makes men defensive and its hard to work with them. Men need to feel strong and useful and that’s your strength. You always know how to make men feel that way around you, even it it’s just an illusion and even now that you’re the director they don’t feel intimated and that makes them careless and easy to read. 

„I never felt so much happiness than in this moment right now. It feels like a new chapter is starting.“, you grin at Bucky caressing his cheek. His five o’clock shadow tickles you and he leans against your hand. 

„Falling in love with you in Bucharest seems like so long ago. It’s been so difficult, James. This is a dream come true. Having a normal life with you is all I’ve ever wanted.“

Bucky stops the car in the middle of the road. He bends over you, kissing you possessively and pressing you against your car door. „You’re my home, (y/f/n). You’re my constant, my hope, my life and my family. Being loved by you is the greatest gift.“ He kisses you again, trailing soft kisses on your neck. 

You giggle freely and even though it arouses you tremendously you stop Bucky. „No sex in the car, while Alex is still here.“

Bucky grins playfully as he starts the car. „We will continue this later.“ 

~*~*~

Sam’s hometown celebrates the new Captain America and as Bucky arrives they also celebrates him as the white wolf. 

You danced and talked and ate and forgot everything you’ve ever done for the sake of your family until you receive a text message from Stan, who is securing the surrounding. Fury’s on his way to Delacroix. Accompanied by Hill and Dave. 2 minutes.

Dave is a co-worker of you. Of course he doesn’t know anything but his betrayal angers you anyway and there will be consequences.

„Is that Fury? What is he doing here? And why does he look so angry?“, asks Bucky Sam. Bucky hands you Alex over, who was relaxing on Bucky’s shoulders and both men are walking up to him, ignoring or maybe just forgetting that it is you who holds the most power and the reason for Fury’s visit. 

Everyone is underestimating you just like you’ve always wanted. 

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[carelesscatastrophe]

Captive

Pairing: Kai Parker x Reader

Prompts C: “You know, that almost sounded like an apology.”

H: “You’re a psychopath.” “I prefer creative.”

Warnings: MINOR violence against reader, being held captive uhh are those even warnings? blood & angst

Word Count: 1.4K

You loved night jogs. The brisk air against your clammy skin, and the stars and the moonlight. The quiet, you never found outside eerie. Not anymore. You knew what could lurk in the dark thanks to the Salvatore brothers. You were more alert and aware as you ran down the designated paths in the forest. Working out was always your get away, it cleared your mind and made you feel a little better once you were finished. Not to mention how healthy it made you feel. A run a day keeps the doctor away, is what you always tell yourself. With both headphones in, and running shoes on your feet you felt at peace. 

That was, until you thought you heard something from behind you. Slowing down your pace, you took your left earbud out to listen to your surroundings. You listened for a solid minute and looked around. Your line of sight only reached so far, before the darkness blocked off any further analyzing. With a shrug of your shoulders, you popped your earbud in and kept at a decent pace. You were about halfway done your run when you heard your name, even through the loud pulsing of your music. 

You halted this time, feeling a little suspicious. You could never be too cautious, not in mistake falls. Of course, you always had a weapon with you, minor yes, but still a weapon. Pulling out your pepper spray, you heard a deep chuckle from behind you. 

“Really, Y/N? Pepper spray?” The voice mocked, and you spun around only to be clocked in the face, hard enough for your vision to go fuzzy, and then black.

You were in and out for about an hour, a deafening pain in your left temple. What did you drink to have such a bad- wait. You definitely did not have a hangover, you rarely even drank for that matter. What happened? Your eyes were so heavy, practically feeling like weights as you began to flutter them open. The room was very bright, causing you to flinch back. Your eyes had to adjust. How did you even get here?

Replaying the memories from the night before, running, running, and then a said, and then a voice and then.. nothing. 

A sudden surge of panic ran through your body like licks of fire. Thrashing around, you quickly realized that your limbs were bound to the legs and arms of a chair. You were in some kind of hotel room, the curtains closed, the lights on. You didn’t know who took you, and you began to panic. They were familiar with you, this was definitely premeditated. “Hello! Let me out you cowardly fuck!” You screamed, both anger and fear seeping through you all the way down to your bones. 

When your calls weren’t responded to, you began struggling in the leather restraints. You had never been in this position before, and you had only hoped that somebody would find you before the man who took you came back. The voice had a wave of familiarity to it, and you couldn’t help but be a little curious. Why you?

An entire hour of struggling, panic and crying had happened. Your wrists were raw and bloody, and you were already worn out. An entire hour passed before you heard locks clicking, and the door opening. Your eyes widened when you saw who came through, the dark haired heretic himself. He had never tried to do anything to you, come to think of it he was remotely nice to you.

“I didn’t want to have to do this, Y/N, but I needed leverage. The Salvatore’s care about you, and I need to get what I want.” He explained, but he didn’t seem even slightly remorseful.  “You know, that almost sounded like an apology.” You sneered, and he raised his eyebrows.  His eyes flashed with anger just for a second before it was gone, and he neared you with ease. He brought out his cellphone and if it weren’t for the situation, you would have laughed at his username. CobraKai1972? Very creative. The flash was soon on your distraught features, and you let out a scream of agony as two fangs bit into the side of your neck, only for a few seconds. Something to make you a little more weak than you were before. 

You heaved out a breath of pain, your eyes meeting the camera, before Kai began to speak. “Three hours, Salvatores.” He warned, before the video was ended. You eyed Kai with such fear, he truly was a monster.  “You’re a psychopath.” You cried out, your voice soft and breathless as the numbing of the pain made it hard for you to speak. There was such a lump in your throat that your words came out in bits and pieces. “I prefer creative.” He teased, as if this entire thing was a joke. You were one of the only people nice to Kai, and you couldn’t believe that he would do this. He completely destroyed what little respect you had for him. “You’re absolutely insane! I cared about you and I respected you! I was there for you and most importantly I treated you like you wee human. I forgave your wrongs!” You sobbed, your voice so distraught. “You deserve to be alone, and you deserve to never find love! You deserve every ounce of misery that your sorry life gives you!” You screamed, your voice raw with emotion and your words seeping with honesty.

The veins under Kai’s eyes became manifest, and he leaned down next to you. You tried to move away, and you tried to free yourself but Kai wrapped a hand around your neck in such a bruising grasp before he bit into you again, this time taking just enough to make you fade out of consciousness. 

By the time you had woken up again, your entire body felt numb to the touch, and your forehead was clammy. Your wrists and ankles burned and your headache tripled. The dried blood on your neck and collar bones, staining your shirt and leggings, just made you even more uncomfortable. You couldn’t help but cry. You felt so helpless and you vowed to yourself that if you got out of this alive, you were getting Alaric to teach you how to fight. You couldn’t be put into this situation again without any fight on your side.

You were unable to struggle at this point, your limbs heavy. How long had it been in the first place? You knew you had a three hour time limit to live, but you wondered how long you had already been out. How much longer you had. The pace of your breathing quickened as you realized the intensity of the situation. You were going to die within a short amount of time if the Salvatore’s didn’t comply to Malachai’s demands. All you could really do at this point was wait, and waiting is what you did. 

The time ticked by quickly, as you were desperately hoping that you were going to get through this. Finally, you once again heard the locks click and move around and you anticipated Kai coming in. You weren’t excited, you were terrified. Terrified he was going to take your life away, terrified that he was going to hurt you again. “Can you believe they complied? I can!” Kai walked in with arrogance, arrogance that he always had. “Please don’t hurt me again.” You whispered softly, and he laughed. “A couple more bruises wouldn’t hurt!” He was joking around with you. He really was a psychopath, there was no denying it anymore. Coming close to you with a glistening knife, you couldn’t help but pray to the Gods that he wasn’t going to kill you. The cutting of leather echoed through the room. The breath you let out was harsh- one you didn’t even realize you were holding. When you finally were allowed to stand up, that’s when you really realized how weak you were.

Your knees nearly buckled beneath of you if it wasn’t for Kai. “I guess it’s only fair if I helped you out..” He contemplated before hoisting your battered body up and out of the room. Within just a few seconds of his super speed, the Salvatore brothers were in sight. They must have already done the transaction because Damon sped over, giving Malachai the deadliest look he could muster. 

Once you were away from the psychopath, Damon bit into his wrist, Stefan directly beside him. “Drink..” Damon pleaded, looking almost guilty for letting this happen to you, and drink you did.

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