bi pod

yankee_hill_machine  Like your style 👍😉🇺🇸 @willstricklinphotography - One of my oldest but most accurate rifles in the safe. The Magpul UBR stock is super comfy, the Lantac Dragon keeps me dead on target and the YHM barrel is just baller. I opted out of the FA on the Vltor upper, would rather rerack a round. A trusty Harris bi-pod and I am set.
What is your go to SPR?

Tebi

Želiš znati sve o bivšim ljubavima
Koga sam volio, kako, koliko
Da li sam slamao srca ili je moje u komadima
I zašto mi oči jutrom izgledaju tužno?

Imam tek jednu bivšu ljubav
Tebe, u prošlom životu
Volio sam te koliko me ima, svime što imam.

Nisam slamao srca ali su neka pucala sama
Kada bi vidjela da sam neotuđivo tvoj.

A oči mi jutrom izgledaju tužno jer se moraju buditi
Kada bi htjele vječnost tu pod plahtama
S tobom.

‘All my intel said you’re not meant to be back until next week and I’m sitting here using your apartment as a sniper nest to kill a bad guy. This is awkward.’ AU

Modern!Steve x Reader AU


You were staring out the window, bored out of your mind as the comm link in your ear kept rattling on. You were laid out on a footrest for a couch, having had pushed it up against a window so you could set up your gear. The window was slid up halfway with the barrel of the sniper rifle poking out of the opening, the bi-pod propped on the sill.

Three hours down and the fucker hasn’t shown up.

Your rib-cage ached and your shoulders were stiff from being in the same position for so long. You gripped the comm device attached to your ear and took it off, tossing it in the trashcan you took from the apartment bathroom. If anything, you had a walkie-talkie in your duffel.

You peeked into the scope again, before the sound of the front door unlocking made you freeze. You panicked for a moment and frantically looked around, but there was no way in hell you could pack up a twenty pound, multi-piece sniper within ten seconds.

The door opened and someone walked into the living room, the sound of their keys hitting the wood floor made you flinch awkwardly. You sat up and turned to face them, seeing the shock evident on their features. 

You awkwardly smiled. “Hi.”

His mouth kept opening and closing, before he furrowed his brow and asked, “What the hell are you doing in my house?”

“I can explain!” You said, getting to your feet and holding your hands out as if he was a wild animal–well, more like the owner of the apartment you broke into.

He clenched his jaw and glared at you, his hands balling into fists. “You have thirty seconds to come up with an excuse as to why you are in my house with a big ass gun.”

“Okay, I work for a secret organization for the government and the intel they gave me said you weren’t supposed to be here for another week.” You explained quickly, “And so I’m temporarily using your apartment so I can kill a bad guy…” You finished with a sheepish smile, before reaching up and scratching the side of your head.

He slowly nodded, before his eyes flickered to the setup by the window. He raised a brow, “You took the trashcan out of the bathroom?”

You glanced back at the small bin beside the over-sized footrest. “Yeah..?”

“And you ate my Starburst…” He sighed, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, before he mumbled something under his breath and gazed up at the ceiling. He dropped his hand and asked, “Would you want something to drink?”

Your jaw dropped in surprise, before you regained composure. “Uh, yeah, sure.” He ran a hand down his face, then bent down to pick up his keys. 

He moved toward the kitchen and paused in the entryway, peeking his head from behind the wall. “Name’s Steve, by the way, if you didn’t already know that.”


A/N: Be ready for a bunch of little AU’s like this within the next few hours. I’m bored and need an outlet!

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