blitz is insecure about his education and his inability to understand larger words and concepts because he was taught in the circus and that's why he's bad at spelling and grammar and also why he often tells mox to shut up
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Rating: G
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (briefly)
Additional Tags: Song fic, Song: Love Of My Life (Queen), post Endgame, Canon Divergent, Steve comes back, Hurt/Comfort, well it lays more on the angst part
Summary:
Bucky gently let his fingers glide over the keys. Love of my life. When he discovered the song, he cried. The lyrics pierced his heart and haunted him for days.
For the @buckybarnesbingo square "C4 - Angst"
For the prompts “Love of my life" for @flufftober and "You said you’d never leave" for @whumptober
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“What were you before you met me?"
"I think I was drowning."
"And what are you now?"
"Water.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
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Feeling so normal about Roger before I passed out I started writing a full timeline for his life
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Looks Better on You
Pairing: Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Summary: Steve can't stop thinking about how good you look in his shirts.
Word Count: Over 1.6k
Warnings: Mentions of explicit sexual content, referenced vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it), a bit of fluff, talks of having a family, slight feels (it's me), Steve Rogers (he’s a warning, okay?).
A/N: Last "planned" writing for January belongs to Beefcake and Tippy. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly, banner by the wonderful @sgt-seabass and divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!
Steve loves seeing you in his shirts.
After he received the serum, his blood ran warmer than he could remember. Cool weather or a chill in the air didn't bother him the way it used to. You, on the other hand, couldn't stand being cold. If you set your foot on the floor in the morning and it wasn't warm enough for your liking, you immediately went back under the covers.
He bought you a pair of slippers to leave by your side of the bed to help.
Not that he minded when you used the weather or chill in the cabin as an excuse to cuddle.
"Please, warm me up."
He happily obliged every time.
It was the first time he saw you in his shirt though that he was done for.
One early morning after his run, you were in the kitchen making breakfast. The crackling bacon beckoned to him as he went to greet you. The food was long forgotten when he walked in and took in the sight of you. Your bare legs were on display as you faced the stove, giving him the chance to admire the beauty in front of him. In fact, the only thing that seemed to cover you at all was a red and blue flannel shirt.
His flannel shirt.
You smiled over your shoulder before you began to plate the bacon. "Good timing. Just needs to cool off," you said.
He almost asked you to repeat yourself when you went to the end of the counter. You didn't even bother buttoning the shirt all the way. He never understood the appeal of seeing someone else in his clothes until now. It was like he was touching you without his hands being on you.
A visible claim for others to know who you belonged to, but thankfully it was the two of you in your home.
Being both jealous and in awe of a piece of fabric was something he could add to his list of things he never thought would happen.
"That's mine," he said in a low voice.
"Yeah, I know it's yours," you teased, holding up his coffee mug. "I'm just filling it up."
He had something he wanted to fill up, too.
"Not that. My shirt," he said, his fingers twitching when you looked yourself over.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry. It was just laying there and it smelled good and I-"
"Are you wearing anything under it?" he asked, moving forward until he trapped you between his wide frame and the counter.
You smiled as you carefully set the mug down. "Why don't you check?" you suggested, gripping his hand and guiding it between your legs. He groaned when his fingers brushed your folds. "Oops. I must've forgotten," you said, widening your stance so he could explore.
Breakfast was cold that day since he was too busy fucking you over the counter. And on top of the kitchen table, which you commented later how incredibly sturdy it is. And in your bed.
All with his shirt on.
At some point your breasts spilled free, giving him the opportunity to watch them bounce as you eagerly took his thrusts. He appreciated every inch of your body the way you deserved and wondered how his other shirts would look on you in the throes of passion. Part of him felt guilty because you wore his shirt to cover up and now he couldn't keep his hands off of you. Or his cock out of you.
"That's it," you panted once he gave you a breather. "I'm stealing all of your shirts from now on."
"Doesn't stealing imply that you won't give them back?" he asked, kissing your warm forehead.
Between the sex and his body being close, you wouldn't get cold anytime soon.
"They're mine now," you smiled, shutting your eyes as you curled up against him. "Sorry."
"I guess that's fair," he said, touching your back through the flannel. "They look better on you anyway."
After that, it became a normal thing to leave his shirts around for you.
On the colder days when he had to get to work before you, he made sure to leave a warm shirt for you to put on when you got out of bed. Other days he had a tendency to leave a sweatshirt on the back of your desk chair. It was adorable how you pushed the sleeves up before you focused on writing. T-shirts were easy access when you exercised, even though you had a drawer full of shirts suitable for working out.
"I thought you only liked to exercise in the bedroom."
"That's my favorite kind of exercise, but I need to do more than that to keep up with you, Beefcake."
You didn't look at all ashamed when he later caught you spritzing his cologne in the air and walking through it.
"What?" you shrugged as you put the bottle down. "It didn't smell enough like you, okay?"
"I'm not judging," he chuckled.
Why would he? The fact that you wanted to keep wearing his clothes, with his scent on them, made him happy. Especially when he went away for missions, unsure of when he'd be back. Coming home to you in one of his shirts was the best kind of welcome.
He made sure to get another bottle of that cologne so you wouldn't run out.
He also decided early on that he liked his flannel shirts on you the most. Maybe it was because it was the first shirt of his he saw you in. It could have also been because it reminded him of the man he is now, the lumberjack who made a home with you. If he looked at you just right, he could imagine a child in your arms wearing a matching shirt.
Someone to make your home even brighter.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked one day, narrowing your eyes as he leaned your hip against the bedroom door frame.
"Like what?" he asked innocently.
"Like you want to ravage me."
"I always want to ravage you."
He smirked when you sharply inhaled. It was the truth. He couldn't help that you made him an insatiable man. It elated him that you felt the same way.
"Hmm. You're thinking about something else."
"Still thinking about you," he said truthfully.
You set your hands on your hips and he did his best not to let his eyes drift down. The fabric of the worn red and blue top brushed your thighs as you tapped your right foot, like you sometimes did when you tried to get a read on him. He didn't give anything away.
"It's quiet today," you said as you let your arms drop. He wasn't expecting you to say that. "Sometimes I wonder…"
"Wonder what?" he asked, his blue eyes watching as you tugged at the hem of the shirt.
"What it would be like if the cabin wasn't so quiet, aside from the noises we make," you said with a coy smile. A hand went to your stomach as you sat on the edge of the bed. "Laughter, even crying. The pitter patter of little feet."
His heart pounded when you gave him a loving smile.
"Is that what you were thinking about?" you asked.
He pushed himself off the door frame and took light steps toward you. He hadn't given away what he was thinking, but he should've known you'd figure it out. The two of you were in tune with each other.
"You a mind reader?" he teased, towering over you as you leaned back on the mattress.
"No," you answered, reaching up to frame his face. "You've just had this tiny, but different, smile on your face lately when I wear one of your shirts. And you keep looking at my stomach or resting your hand on it."
"I didn't think I was being obvious," he said sheepishly.
"I'm pretty sure you started baby-proofing the place without realizing in between working and keeping me in bed," you teased, brushing your lips against his.
"But if you don't want that, I understand."
"You think I don't?" you asked sadly.
"I just don't want you to feel like you have to take a certain path in life because of someone else."
Family was something he wanted, but didn't think he'd have after everything. You changed how he envisioned his future. You changed everything.
He refused to put any pressure on you though.
What kind of man would I be if I asked that of you?
"Steve," you sighed with a slow shake of your head. "I'm pretty sure you changed my path in life the moment you set foot on my property. I had my work and I loved it, but you made me want more than that. So whatever it is that we want, we'll figure it out together."
He kissed you again, wishing he could put into words how you changed him for the better. How you gave him hope. He'd continue to show you through his actions.
"But I'm not having twenty kids," you smiled when he moved his kisses along your jaw.
"No, sweetheart. How about ten?" he joked.
"Two. That way the number of kids doesn't outweigh the adults," you teased as he moved you to the center of the bed. "And should that day come that we decide to make a family, you may have to buy some bigger shirts for me."
"I'll buy you as many shirts as you want," he smiled, making you gasp when he settled over you. "Like I said, they look better on you anyway."
You think he can convince you to have ten? Bahaha. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
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black dress | jjk
pairing: jungkook x female reader
genre: fluff, smut, committed relationship
rating: 18+
warnings: fingering, oral, penetration, public sex, unprotected sex, non idol au, playful bickering
word count: 2.3k+
summary: in which you and your boyfriend decide to go shopping. and thing take a spicy turn.
A/N: idk if i like this one but i tried
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“I really need a dress for the party tonight.” “Don’t you have like thousands of dresses already?” “I do have dresses jungkook, but i don’t have a black party dress. the dress code is black remember? and also i have lesser dresses than the number of black shirts you won.”
jungkook and you have been playfully bickering with each other for the past few minutes. you wanted to go shopping but jungkook was too lazy to leave the house.
jungkook looked offended and said, “excuse me but black shirts are a necessity. see how it’s come in handy for tonight’s party?”
“doesn’t mean you need hundreds of the same shirt.”
“ok fine i’ll come shopping with you if that means you stop talking shit about my black shirts.”
you giggled and hopped towards jungkook who was sitting on the bed and hugged him. “i love you, you know that?”
jungkook sighed. “you just want to be a passenger princess don’t you?”
“oops.” you giggled.
jungkook smiled at your cuteness and pulled you closer to him. he softly kissed you on your lips, his hands making his way under your shirt.
you pull back. “woah woah mister. now’s not the time to get nasty. we need to leave now.”
you get up from the bed and skipped towards the closet to change. jungkook adoringly looked at you skipping from happiness. “i’m a lucky guy”, he thought to himself.
almost 35 minutes later, you arrived at the mall. since it was the weekend the mall was pretty much packed.
“this is gonna take a while isn’t it?” jungkook said while looking at you.
“it will go by quickly if you help me pick a dress. you have good taste.”
jungkook took your hand and intertwined your fingers with his. “i don’t have good taste you just look too good in everything. an angel you are.”
you blushed at his unexpected compliment and looked away.
“got shy all of a sudden?” jungkook giggled and pulled at your hand. “come on let’s go. we’ve gotta get you a black dress.”
around 20 minutes had gone by and you still hadn’t found the perfect dress for you.
“honey i really liked the second dress on you. it was very flattering.” jungkook tried to cheer you up as your search wasn’t going all too well.
“it made me look like i’m a divorced woman living all alone in the suburbs”, you pouted.
“forever 21′s right there. maybe you’ll find something there.”
“i better hope so.”
as you were browsing through the dresses, you found a dress just to your liking. it was a midi bodycon black dress, with a slit on the right side and a small cutout below the chest.
you signalled jungkook, who was browsing through shoes in another section, to come to you.
“found one bae?”
“i think so. come and sit outside the fitting room. tell me how it looks.”
“roger”
thankfully, the fitting room aisle was completely empty. you entered the farthest fitting room and hoped that this was the dress.
as you tried it on, you automatically knew that was the one. it hugged you just at the right curves, accentuating your perfect body figure. it had an open back and just the right amount of cleavage. you felt sexy in it.
you popped your head out of the room to call for jungkook. he glanced at you and smiled, making his way towards you.
you opened the door wide for him to check out the dress, and you.
his eyes grew wid. “wow. honey you look phenomenal. so sexy.” his eyes kept lingering over your body and you felt your cheeks becoming warmer under his gaze.
you did a twirl for him to show off the back.
“WOW.”
his mouth was wide open all the while as he checked you out.
“wait there’s something wrong with the dress.” he suddenly pointed out to the back.
“what? is it torn?”
“no, wait let me fix it for you.” he glanced if anyone else was nearby and entered into the fitting room with you.
the fitting rooms had floor to ceiling doors so no one on the outside would be able to tell he was in there with you.
“so what’s wr-”
you couldn’t even finish your sentence before jungkook started kissing you, passionately. one of his hands was desperately roaming all over your body, while the other held your neck for stability.
you pulled away. “jungkook what are you doing?” you whispered to him.
“you look way too irresistible baby. let me have you. i don’t think i can wait.”
“bunny we’re in a public place right now. someone might hear us. we could be reported.”
“so just keep it down if you don’t want to be caught. can i continue?”
you gulped. you’ve been jungkook for almost two years now and you had never seen him as he was desperate now. he was becoming impatient by every passing second. and you enjoyed it, making you more daring.
you lightly pulled him closer to you by his shirt and slid your other hand over his bulge.
taking the signal, jungkook picked you up and started kissing you, with your back pressed against the cold mirror.
his hands were gripping your ass as he held you in position. you put your hands around his neck, while playing with his hair, which drove him crazy.
he started planting kisses on your neck, making you moan lightly.
he pulled away from you. “shit i can’t do this anymore.”
he put you down and undressed you till you were completely naked.
“gorgeous. so hot, as always.” he said while glancing you from head to toe.
you smiled and pulled him by his pants and unbuckled his pants, and then removed his shirt, while he desperately kissed you and his hands wandered all over your body, desperate to be inside you, to have a taste of you.
after he was completely naked too, he began kissing your breasts, sucking and nibbling on your nipples. his hands met your womanhood, making you flinch from the sudden contact.
“you’re so wet baby.”
“what did you expect? you drive me crazy jungkook.”
he started slowly rubbing your clit in circles. he kneeled down and put your left leg on his shoulder.
he now had a clear view of your glorious mess down there, which was his favourite sight in the world.
his mouth met your pussy. he slid his tongue inside you and started thrusting his tongue in you slowly. his one hand held you by your hips as the other slowly rubbed your pulsating clitoris.
but he was going too slow, just to tease you and make you crave for more. and he succeeded.
“jungkook please, go faster. i need you.” you practically begged him as you were painfully turned on by then.
satisfied by your reaction, jungkook started thrusting two fingers inside you, while his tongue now sucked and massaged your clitoris, giving you just the right amount of stimulation to make you go over your edge.
you held onto jungkook with one of your hands while you covered your mouth with the other hand. you didn’t want your moans to be heard.
you rolled your eyes back as you were being driven closer to the edge by the second.
“fuck jungkook please don’t stop. just like that baby. i’m gonna come”
jungkook went faster, while he kept his eyes on you as you were nearing your orgasm.
soon enough, your legs were shaking from the orgasm, your thighs pressing jungkook’s face between you and your juices spilling all over his face. even though you tried your best to not let out a noise, you couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out a moan as you orgasmed.
jungkook pulled your thighs apart and licked all your juices and pushed his tongue in you, getting more of your juice and swallowing it, savouring your taste which he loved so much, all the while he maintained eye contact with you.
you felt shy as you watched him practically drink your juice, but it only turned you on more.
“that’s my favourite taste ever in the world, you know that?” jungkook said as he got up from his knees pulled you closer to him.
you shyly smiled and put your arms around him, hiding your face in his chest.
“look at me baby.” he said while lifting your chin up toward him.
he kissed you, making you taste the little bit of your juice which was still on his lips. that was hot.
he slowly pushed you back while making out, till your back hit the mirror.
he took his penis in his hand and lightly brushed his tip against your clit. he loved teasing you.
“don’t do this jungkook. i want you in me.” you pleaded him with a pout.
he let out a giggle. “you’re so fucking hot but adorable at the same time. how’s that so?”
“i guess i just hav-”
you didn’t even get to finish your sentence when jungkook pushed himself inside you slowly.
you moaned loudly, taken aback. jungkook quickly put his hand over your mouth.
he put one of your legs over his shoulder, giving him easy access to your g-spot. by now he knew just the spots to hit to drive you over the edge.
his hands leaned against the mirror for support as he started thrusting inside you even faster. you pursed your lips together so as to not let out a moan. you intertwined your fingers around his neck and pulled him closer, pushing him deeper into you.
you let out a light moan as you put head on his neck and bit him lightly. he hissed from the pain but only went faster.
just then, someone knocked on the door, making jungkook stop.
“hi is someone in there?” a woman asked.
both of you looked at each other and tried not to make any noise.
“hi yeah, it’s occupied right now. i brought quite a lot of clothes to try out. sorry it’ll take a few more minutes.”
jungkook, being the mischief he is, started thrusting, moving in and out of you slowly.
your eyes widened and you mouthed “what the fuck” to him.
“oh okay. i was just checking. saw you going in earlier but didn’t see you coming out. if you need any assistance do let me know ma’am.” the employee replied.
“yes thank you, but i don’t think that’ll be needed.”
you tried your best to maintain your breath and jungkook started picking up his pace.
“alright ma’am, i’ll be nearby if you do.”
as you heard her footsteps fade away, jungkook started going as fast as he could, taking you by surprise once again and letting out a loud moan.
jungkook sushed you by kissing you. he continued kissing you but that didn’t stop you from moaning on his mouth.
he removed one of his hands from the mirror and started massaging your clit in a fast motion.
you arched your back, nearing your orgasm.
“are you coming?” jungkook whispered in your ears as he tried not to moan as well.
“y-yes. so cl-clo-close. fuck.”
“you feel so good baby fuck i’m going to cum soon.”
you scratched his back as you felt a knot forming in your stomach.
“now?”
“i’m coming jungkook. oh fuck. shit.”
jungkook quickly kissed you to silence you as your nails dug deeper into his flesh and your legs shook tremendously from your second orgasm.
as you were finished with your orgasm, jungkook pulled away and slid two of his finger into you and licked the juice off his fingers.
“so good.”
you lowered yourself and took jungkook’s penis in you, as he still had to cum. you started sucking on his cock, making him moan lightly.
he held your head and gently pushed his penis deeper into your mouth, making your eyes tear.
“i’m gonna come fuck.”
he pulled out his cock from your mouth. “i want to swallow.” you told him.
he stroked his penis with his hands and quickly inserted his penis in your mouth again and came in your mouth.
you swallowed as much as you could and licked the rest off.
jungkook got you up from the floor and kissed you.
“that was one hell of an experience.”
“it really was.” you smiled. “now get dressed soon or else we might actually get caught.”
you both quickly got dressed and checked if there was any mess you needed to clean up. luckily, there wasn’t much.
you grabbed your things and was about to unlock the door when jungkook tugged at your arm.
“what honey?”
“nothing. just, i love you.” he kissed your forehead.
you smiled and kissed him on his cheeks. “i love you too. i love life with you.”
“and i wouldn’t have it any other way either.”
you unlocked the door and took a peek outside, making sure no one was outside.
seeing as the coast was clear, you signalled jungkook to come out too.
“did you find something you liked ma’am?” the employee, who had interrupted you sex, asked.
“oh yes. i’d like to get the dress please.”
“it’s a magic dress.” jungkook jokingly told the employee.
you nudged jungkook and smiled at the employee. “it’s an inside joke.”
she let out a polite laugh, “i could tell. i won’t tell on you, don’t worry.”
dumbfounded, you asked, “i’m sorry?”
she just kindly smiled. “the counter’s over here ma’am. please follow me.”
you looked over at jungkook, who was equally as dumbfounded as you.
“oh yeah. she definitely heard us. she definitely knows we just had sex.” jungkook says. “at least she knows you’re with a man who pleasures you so much.”
“shut it.” you hit his arm. “let’s get out of here quickly.”
jungkook laughed and followed you. “oh just so you know, we’re definitely going for a round two tonight. i might just tear that dress off of you.”
“jungkook quiet”
“yes ma’am”
“you’re so annoying”
“only for you”
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Ro, darling
A and Q for Hideout Steve (I thought about requesting Z and then realised, for him, it’s everywhere 😂
For this ask game, and they are dirtayyyyyy.
Little different than general solo steve and I'll elaborate on when he's soft-spoken vs. loud (Low key hilarious that Hideout!Steve is soooooo sensitive and Fools!Steve is the polar opposite.)
MINORS DNI. I know you're sick of me saying it, but this is not for youngsters. I will not hesitate to let you know when a fic is all-age friendly!
A - Alone Time
Let's start from the beginning. When 'Grant' first starting visiting the motel, he really didn't have any dreams/delusions/fantasies about having a love life, and since Steve always imagined he'd only have sex with someone he was able to court and know pretty well, he resigned himself to never finding someone until his exile ended. (Considering in canon, it never really ended, we see he had a point.)
Once something does develop between you, despite all odds, he gets to hope, and hope is a drug to Steve Rogers.
He doesn't have a lot of time where he's truly alone while bunking with Natasha and Sam--sometimes Wanda and Viz, too--so I feel like Steve has mastered the art of innocent imagination. When he thinks of you it's not graphic, not unless he can be in a separate room or, preferably, building than the rest of his group.
They all understand though. Each of them clammers for some distance as often as is safe.
Bathing marks the only real and consistent time Steve has alone, meaning you helping wash his hair in the tub counts as a double whammy to his fantasies.
There was a lot of crossover in his dreams that night since the association is too strong. He touches himself in the shower, you were in the bathroom with him, and thus, he dreamt of you touching him in the shower. He woke up to that being almost the reality, too, so that wet dream has been pretty consistently on repeat.
From that point on, the urge to imagine what could happen gets much worse. The group doesn't have a routine. They bounce from place to place and spend wildly different amounts of time in each location. To date, the motel is only one of three places they've stayed two times, and it is the only place they've gone back to more than twice. It's not fucking rocket science to understand what's so appealing to Steve that he nudges and hints at returning as often as is strategically plausible.
If by chance Steve actually gets a room to himself and is truly alone for a few hours, it's difficult not to take advantage, spread out, and sleep, however, but he sleeps even better after writhing around as a horny mess for about twenty minutes, working himself up, humping the mattress and his hand, moaning into the pillows like a whore (at least he thinks he sounds like those 'painted' women back in the '30s and '40s), and coming hard on his abs. He vaguely knows he's a glutton for punishment by how long he tries to milk his orgasm. It works though. He can last a bit longer now--even with the vivid memory of what it feels like to be inside you--yet he doesn't really need to last when his alone time is so limited. Should he...practice that? Should he be trying to hold out longer?
Dillema!
Q - Quiet Please
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oops, sorry, got lost in my thots about how loud Steve can get while fucking you. Honestly, if you two have enough privacy, he's even goddamn noisy while eating you out.
As I hope I've established many times, Steve Rogers in any universe can't talk dirty to save his life. He can lie better than he can say words like 'fuck,' or 'cunt,' and will never ever say the word 'pussy' in reference to your body or a cat (now that he knows what some people use the term for). I have no clue why 'cunt' would be better than 'pussy,' but 🤷🏻♀️ this is my headcanon so here we go. He uses any curse words so seldom that it doesn't really matter. He'd have to be pretty surprised by the intensity of something or at peak possessiveness to utter stuff like that. (If he has to reference it, usually he just says "you're so wet," "you're squeezing me so tight," or "do you need me?" Very general, no bad words required.)
ANYWHO: volume.
As much as I ::melts:: love the idea of Steve getting louder when he's tired, he has grown to enjoy the thrill of being quiet and sneaky.
He's got to get his kicks somewhere, right? So he's almost trained himself to be completely silent (to the point of holding his breath, which is a whole other kink for way later) while he imagines that you can travel with them for some reason. It's a fantasy; he hasn't worked out the details. He'd still want to be buried inside you or fingering you till you come if you had to share a room with the group for a night. He'll be quiet if you will. They'll never know. He promises. Please, Tops. Please. He wants to touch you, to hold you, to feel you everywhere...
Yup, Steve can be silent as the grave or hitting opera notes; it's all good as long as he gets to be with you.
Thank you for asking!
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Hold Fast | Ch. 3 - Curdles
Series Masterlist
Rating: M for language, but this blog is 18+ MDNI
Summary: We leave the gym! A little bit of angst (that resolves by the end of the chapter)!
A/N: There are things I’m not tagging to avoid giving away the story. Please remember this is a work of fiction. See the endnote for content warning/spoilers. Tyty to @bloviating-vy for being the best beta.
Word Count: 3.8k
Tags: no y/n, reader has a nickname, swearing, reader is a powerlifting girlie in her late 30's described as short and she has hair long enough to put into a ponytail, Tom is alive unfortunately (we hate Tom), Tom owns a bar called Redfly's, Pope owns a gym, reader's mother is a menace, a lot of Frankie POV oops, use of Daddy but not like that
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[text conversation]
😻🐟: Dinner Friday? Pick you up at 7?
🏋🏻♀️: 🎉🎉
😻🐟: Gonna to take that as a yes
🏋🏻♀️: 💃🏻💃🏻
😻🐟: Uhh, I don't do dancing
🏋🏻♀️: 💃🏻 = I'm excited for Friday
😻🐟: roger that 🫡
😻🐟: 💃🏻💃🏻
😻🐟: Did I do that right
🏋🏻♀️: 🎉🎉
It's been a week. Time crawled despite your full patient load. Frankie had texted you about dinner on Monday, but you hadn't heard from him since. It's not like you were great with texting either, seeing patients all day and charting in between, as fast as your fingers could humanly type. And the last thing you needed was for him to be texting and flying.
His last text had you chuckling between patients, a half smile ghosting your lips for the rest of the day. Your co-worker remarked on your good mood and you let it slip that you had a date you were looking forward to, before you remembered why you kept your romantic life private. What does he do? Is he also a doctor? Did you land another surgeon? What do your parents think? Does he want kids? Show us a picture!
As much as you liked and cared about the other physicians at the shared practice, they were also all mothers of young children, busy with playdates and the whirlwind of family life. The group practice was set up so the physicians could work part-time while also raising their babies. As the sole single and childless physician of the practice however, it felt like they lived vicariously through you sometimes. Well intentioned but prying questions into your love life or your life in general (what do you do with all that free time?). When you first started at the practice you declared any discussion about your failed engagement off limits. To distract from the drama of that whole part of your life, you sometimes offered up bits about your online dating adventures much to their interest and amusement. That is, until you heard, "I'm so glad I don't have to date anymore" for the millionth time. Ugh.
As you scarf down the last of your lunch on Friday, you feel your phone vibrate, alerting you to a new message. You take a quick peek, smiling when you see it's from Frankie. Your smile falls the next moment as you open the text.
😻🐟: have to raincheck on dinner sweets
🏋🏻♀️: is everything ok?
A text bubble appears after you respond, “...” flickering for what feels like eternity before disappearing. Your stomach curdles in concern and disappointment, was he okay? You didn't think he had his daughter this week. Was she ok? You were so looking forward to dinner with Frankie, especially after your last disastrous date with someone from the dating apps.
Frankie was still interested, right? He had hung around for your entire bench workout on Saturday until he absolutely had to go pick up his daughter from his mom's. He had been so protective at the gym when Mike was being an absolute douchebag.
Although he was also protective of Chloe too, that irritating voice in your head, your mother's voice, reminded you. As you sigh, staring at the phone willing him to respond, your favorite nurse Suze pokes her head into the break room alerting you of your next patient that arrived early.
"Ok, be right there," you respond, trying to keep an upbeat tone as you shove your phone and disappointment into your pocket and throw your trash away.
Frankie isn't sure when was the last time he slept more than two consecutive hours since Wednesday. Fuck, Delta-Force Ops Training was easier than this. First, Vanessa had texted Sunday morning, begging Frankie to keep Gabi this week, her week, for some opaque reason related to work being extra busy and Vanessa needing more time for herself. I never ask you for favors, Francisco, Vanessa had guilted him over the phone.
Frankie figured with his work schedule working in his favor this week, he could keep Gabi and have his mamá watch her on the days he flew and on Friday evening so he could still take you out to dinner. His grand plans came crashing down when Gabi started fussing Wednesday, clinging to Frankie and refusing to go to sleep alone. At breakfast she seemed ok, like maybe she just had a cold or something. By dinner time she was burning up, refusing to eat or drink anything. Snot nosed, congested cough, and crying unless he held her. So he did, rocked her all night in her little toddler bed. Waking up to check her temperature, listen to her breathing, was she getting enough oxygen? and jolting awake at every whimper, cough, or cry.
Gabi's congested cries snap Frankie’s attention back to her as he smooths her matted curls away from her face. She's still feverish to the touch and absolutely miserable. He briefly considers calling Vanessa in his desperation, but could already hear her biting response laced with resentment and anger. Why are you bothering me, Francisco? You're not doing me a favor by calling me when you agreed to keep her. You're the parent with custody right now, so fucking parent already.
This is the first time Gabi has gotten this sick when he had her on his own. Was this the flu? Did she have RSV? Why wouldn't she eat anything? Why couldn't the pediatrician's office fit her in this afternoon?
Call first thing tomorrow if she's doing worse and the Saturday on-call pediatrician can see her, the nurse's aide at the doctor's office tells him before relaying additional instructions on keeping Gabi comfortable and what signs to look for if she needs to go to the ER. It's only after Frankie hangs up the phone that he realizes it's Friday afternoon. He's supposed to take you out in a few hours.
Fuck.
He carefully sets Gabi down and tucks her blankets in around her before walking to the kitchen to wolf something down (when is the last time he ate something?) and text you. He hopes you'll understand he isn't blowing you off, that he really does want to take you out. You'll understand right? You have to know how much he likes you, admires you, is drawn to you anytime you are in the same place together, just wanting to be in your captivating presence. He still thinks you are miles out of his league, too smart, too pretty, too alive, to waste your time on a washed up someone like him with so. much. baggage.
The fatigue hits him from left field as he texts you to cancel. Eyelids like lead weights despite the bright afternoon sun. As he reads your text response and tries to type his own reply, Gabi lets out a pained cry that sends his fried nerves into overdrive. He drops his phone on the kitchen counter to rush to her side. He tucks her back into his arms, soft words for comfort, and gently rocks her and himself into a hazy half sleep.
It is still light out when you finally get home from work, but the apartment feels dark and cold for the first time since you left Chase and moved here. Your safe haven feels... lonely now. Too quiet. A single empty coffee mug sits on the small dining table, a ring of tacky coffee dried on the inside, abandoned where you left it as you rushed out the door this morning.
You flop on your small couch and text Frankie one more time asking if he is okay. The silence you usually welcome sits heavy — dense and gray — as you wait for a response. When none comes, you consider showing up at Redfly's to hangout with Benny and the guys, but you realize you'd have to explain why you are there and not out to dinner with Frankie. This is what Chloé must have meant when she was worried things would get complicated.
You need to get out of your apartment, out of your head, before you drown in the silence. You consider for half a second, phone in hand and thumb hovering over a dating app icon, maybe you should respond to the dozen or so messages in your inbox, before you click your phone off. No, you didn't want to make it more messy and you are just reacting. Running from fucking feelings that spread like tendrils down your spine and around your chest the more you think about Frankie and the way he looked at you with those big brown eyes, listened to you, and showed you that he was, is, interested. There has to be a legitimate reason he canceled on you tonight.
So you decide to do what you always do when you need to work out your big feelings. You go work out your muscles. Bigger muscles to handle bigger feelings. Release the not good enough, never good enough insecurities bubbling up and move through them rep by rep. Between a rare work shift tomorrow and the rest of the guys gathering at Redfly's, it feels like as good a time as any to get your SBD day in. You won't have to worry about getting in that monster of a workout after working six days in a row. Small blessings and all that. You pack extras of your favorite snacks.
"Who do we have on tap today?" you ask Suze as she comes around the corner to your work station. You cup your oat milk latte in both your hands, willing the espresso to work faster. Working Saturdays still sucks even if it is only every six weeks instead of every week. The parents are usually more freaked out and the cases often more severe. Fingers crossed you won't have to admit anyone to the hospital today. At least you got paired with your favorite nurse and you both worked together well as a team.
"Just the one kiddo with RSV-like symptoms so far. Dad's been calling since Thursday afternoon trying to get in for us to see her. Seems really worried, neither of 'em have slept much. Looks like mom is the one who usually brings her in, parents are divorced, and this is Dad's first time here." She continues with a list of symptoms she collected from the parent, adding her own observations and vitals she'd taken before you thank her and grab the tablet with the patient's chart on it to head to the exam room.
Suze lowers her voice before adding,“Oh, and between you and me, the dad is gorgeous.” Suze gives you a freckled smirk before heading back to the front. You flash her your best O, rly? face before you both break into maniacal giggles as quietly as possible. Suze always makes the work day better, you think as you make your way to the exam room.
You take a deep breath outside the door, glance at the patient's first name, and flip on your doctor demeanor as you knock on the door. At the muffled come in, you swing the door open and start to say Hi, Gabriella, I'm Dr. — before you realize you're looking at a distraught and disheveled Frankie cradling his daughter in his arms.
Was he dreaming? Did he forget to wake up and take Gabi to the doctor's? Why did the pediatrician look so much like you? Frankie rubs his eyes and looks up from his seat in the exam room chair. Nope, it is you standing there, white coat on and stethoscope around your neck looking like an angel despite the harsh fluorescent lights.
"Sweets?" he croaks. Ok, yeah, he definitely didn't forget to wake up because he can't wake up if he hadn't fallen asleep. He's sure he sounds as sleep deprived as he looks.
"Frankie?" you ease the door shut and step towards him.
Gabi lets out a congested cry and clings tighter to Frankie when she sees you approach.
"Shh, bebita, it's ok. The doctor's here to help you feel better," Frankie soothes, voice tinged with desperation.
He needs you to help Gabi feel better so he can feel better too. He looks up at you and catches you with knitted brows, chewing your lower lip for a moment before your face smooths, like you thought something over and made a decision.
You squat down to eye level with Gabi, "Hi Gabriella, I'm Dr. Sweets."
Gabi eyes you warily, "My. Name. Is. Gabi." Sniffles punctuate each word.
"Nice to meet you Gabi. Can you come sit up here for me?" you ask as you move to pat the exam table. Gabi buries her face into Frankie's flannel, shaking her head no no no.
"Oh, right, uh... she's been going through a big stranger danger phase," Frankie explains. He's worried you'll think he's the worst father, unable to get his daughter to comply.
"That's perfectly normal at this age," you reassure him, stepping back to give Gabi some space.
You hesitate for a moment before looking at Frankie and continuing, "It's kind of a gray area, treating someone or someone's kid I know... uh, socially." You pause for a moment, glancing at your tablet, appearing flustered. "But, um, I know it's Saturday and I don't want Gabi to have to wait until Monday to see someone if I can help her now. You okay with that, uh, Mr. Morales?"
Frankie nods with understanding, after panicking for a moment in his exhaustion, thinking that you are going to kick them out because he was supposed to take you out yesterday. Was that just yesterday? Also, “Mr. Morales” made him feel old.
"Ok then, please hop up on the exam table with Gabi for me then," you direct him, smooth doctor demeanor back on, as you pull the rolling stool over to the wall mounted monitor adjacent to the exam table. You pull up Gabi's chart on the screen and glance over the information.
"How about we chat a little bit about how Gabi's doing before we work on the stranger danger?"
Frankie grunts in agreement and stands with a groan before moving to sit on the exam table with Gabi. The exam table paper crinkles under his weight as he settles onto the table, checking to make sure Gabi is comfortable. You chat with him, running through his concerns, Gabi's symptoms, all the while warmly affirming the care he's given Gabi. He finds himself relaxing into the conversation as you lead him through your questions with a gentle and comforting voice. Everything is going to be fine. I'm going to take good care of Gabi. You did a great job taking care of her, Frankie. Delicate pecks on the keyboard as you document in Gabi's chart while also monitoring Gabi's body language towards you.
"Well, I think I have everything I need besides giving Gabi a once over," you conclude with a reassuring smile, standing up slow and steady, as Gabi continues to eye you, a miniature furrow in her brow identical to her father’s. Gabi burrows her face back into Frankie's flannel.
You offer soft words to Gabi who continues to shake her head “no” into Frankie's shirt before flicking your eyes up to Frankie as if to ask for his permission.
"How about I give your Daddy a quick check up and make sure he's healthy first?" you ask Gabi, a hint of playfulness in your voice, as you look to Frankie to confirm he's okay with it. You could do whatever you want to him if it would help you help his little girl, he thinks. Stab him with a needle and take his blood for all he cares.
Gabi pauses her head shaking and peeks out at you, soft brown curls falling over her eyes.
"Promise it's not going to hurt him, like it's not going to hurt you sweet pea," you soothe.
Gabi looks between Frankie and you with a bit more curiosity than suspicion. Frankie's heart swells as you talk to her with soft patience, explaining what the different scopes are used for, before demonstrating on Frankie, shining a light into his eyes, asking him to open wide and say aaaahhh, so you could look at his throat. Gabi giggles when he lets out an exaggerated aaaahhhh! He hopes he remembered to brush his teeth this morning.
Through it all, you worked through Gabi's stranger danger, peeling back layer after layer with your playfulness with the utmost patience and care. Frankie can feel Gabi relaxing her grip on his shirt, softening to you. He can feel the remaining tension he was holding in his stomach slowly unravel at your light touches and soft praise as you pretend to assess him and give gentle words of explanation to Gabi.
When you click on a disposable tip on the otoscope to check his ears, you let out a mock gasp “What's this?” that has Gabi climbing out of Frankie's arms as you magically pull a small stuffie out of his ear.
"Can you hang on to this little guy for me and keep him safe?" you ask her with your serious face on. Gabi nods and makes grabby hands before settling back into Frankie's lap facing forward towards you and hugging the stuffie within an inch of its life.
"I'm going to take a look at your ears now Gabi, okay?" you ask as you receive the smallest little nod from her. She allows you to check her eyes and throat as well. You note the redness in her throat before praising her extra loud aaaahhhh! Frankie's pretty sure you're a toddler whisperer at this point.
As you pull the stethoscope from around your neck, Gabi looks up and shrinks at the new equipment. Just going to use this to listen to your heart beat and how you're breathing, sweetpea, you explain, but Gabi starts to shake her head “no” again.
You pause for a beat before digging around the small toy box underneath the exam table before pulling out a play stethoscope. Now we have matching ones, you say as she abandons the stuffie for the new toy. You show her how to put the ear tips in her ears holding the diaphragm against Frankie's chest over his heart. Can you hear your daddy's heartbeat? Does it sound like a thump thump thump? Gabi nods with wide eyes and delight. He's relieved it's Gabi listening to his heart and not you as his heart started to race at your light touch to his chest.
It's smooth sailing after that. Gabi allows you to complete the physical exam, taking deep breaths on cue as you listen to her lungs, before you sit back down on your rolling stool. As you add to the electronic chart, Frankie catches your small grin as Gabi continues to play with the stethoscope, smooshing it against his cheek, nose, then forehead.
After a few more pecks on the keyboard, you turn to Frankie to give him your diagnosis (no, it's not RSV, thank goodness), but another viral bug that mimicked some of the symptoms of RSV. It’s been making the rounds in the community, but Gabi should recover within the week. As you move to discuss detailed care instructions and prescriptions to help alleviate Gabi's symptoms, Gabi tires of playing with the stethoscope and turns to you instead, arms outstretched.
Frankie can tell you're surprised as Gabi makes the universal toddler motion for "up." You pause before rolling over on the stool. Gabi leaps at you as you get closer and you manage to catch her in your arms despite your surprise. She immediately settles into you, tucking her head under your chin and plopping a thumb into her mouth, anchoring her other little hand on the shoulder of your white coat.
"No more stranger danger," you joke with an amused smile as Gabi cuddles into you with a sniffle.
You finish delivering the care instructions to Frankie as you rock Gabi, double checking with Frankie if he has any questions or further concerns. You reaffirm what a great job he did with Gabi the last few days, a balm to his frayed nerves and self-doubt. He could wrap himself in your reassurance and gentle patience, your soft, gentle words healing him. Is this what falling in love with you feels like?
"You can call the office if something changes or she gets worse," you offer, voice quieting. "Or you know, call me."
Frankie nods, relieved Gabi doesn't have RSV, doesn't need to go to the hospital, but also so moved seeing you with Gabi in such an unexpected situation. Your incredible care and patience for his baby girl, all softness and gentleness from your words to your touch. This side now melds with his experiences with you at Redfly's, at Pope's, the flirty fun side of you and raw strength he knows you possess. It makes him dizzy to think about the multitudes within you that he's experienced so far and hopes to experience more of it. Soft, strong, playful, and so fucking brilliant.
"I'll walk you out to the front where Suze can finish up and get everything sorted," you instruct as you stand and walk for the door. Frankie sees Gabi's grip tighten on your shoulder as you move. Baby girl does not want to leave. As you approach the exit to the waiting room, Gabi fusses, burying her head in your chest, not wanting to leave. Clinging to you as if she didn't spend half the visit hiding from you in Frankie's shirt.
"I know, sweet pea," you comfort. "Just having too much fun with Dr. Sweets, hmm?"
"Don't wanna go," Gabi pouts, refusing to look at Frankie. "I see you tomorrow?"
You look at Frankie for a beat before responding, "Well, if it's okay with your Daddy, I can stop by tomorrow and check on you. Maybe bring you some tasty chicken noodle soup? Would you like that?" Gabi nods “yes” into your shoulder.
"Sweets, uh, Dr. Sweets, you don't have to do that," Frankie balks. You've already done so much, he thinks.
You look up at him with soft eyes, "But I want to. If you're okay with it."
"Wanna see Doc-tah Weee," Gabi whines, pronouncing your name like weee!
"Okay, but you gotta go home with your Daddy first," you say as you manage to untangle yourself from toddler limbs before handing Gabi over to Frankie. "I'll see you tomorrow, 'kay?" before you boop Gabi on her nose and hand her the stuffie. "Take good care of him for me until then." Gabi clutches the stuffie and nods.
"Hey," Frankie places his free hand on your forearm as you turn to go. "Thank you. So much."
"Take care of yourself too, Morales," you murmur, patting his hand and returning his gaze before heading back to your work station.
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Endnote/SPOILERS: medical jargon, mention of needles and blood once, Frankie’s daughter Gabi gets sick and he cancels his date with you without explaining why. Frankie takes Gabi to see the weekend/on-call pediatrician and it’s you. Frankie falls more for you as he sees you interact with his baby girl.
👉👈 A little nervous as the story leaves the gym (we'll be back!), but I have such fun, sweet things planned for them. As always, comments and reblogs give me lifeee and keep me writing. I am open to constructive feedback but please be gentle with this baby powerlifting writer, yeah? I might be able to squat you, but I'm a big ol' softie.
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love me, touch me (be the first who ever did)
contains: size difference, short steve rogers (5'5/167), tall reader (6'2/187), call boy steve (🛐), inexperienced reader, hurt reader :((, reader fell first and steve fell harder, jacking off, wrong number oops, little awkward, lowkey innocent reader idk, sex pro steve
REMEMBER THIS IS ONLY PART 1 OF THIS STORY! I might write part 2, I'm not sure though..
this font --- italic is for stuff that happend in the past!
I read over it, but might be that there are still mistakes..
words : 2k
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You don’t like yourself very much, not hate, but also not love. Your looks had no problem pretty much, you were slightly muscular, had a good style, hell even looked good in a suit! Your hair was wavy, a grown out two block cut. Plus you don't wear spectacles, except for reading. The only thing that made you miserable in your dating life was,
you were really hopeless.
Which dude would be nervous and blush everytime over some small stuff! No wonder your presentations were so poorly done in your work life or the way you wouldn't refuse to take shots when asked. Even though you promised yourself you won't drink.
As soon as you got home from the drinking with your work colleagues, you stumbled when you tried to take your shoes off inside your house as soon as you locked the door. Face first you landed on the wooden floor, no more energy to atleast loosen up your tie or to even stand up.
Well, atleast you were good in one single thing in your miserable life,
drinking yourself full into oblivion.
Your eyes focused into blankspace. Thoughts flashed into your brain. Here you go again.
"I'm sorry, I'm.. so..", you sob out as you looked down on your knees. Arm on your sides as you don't even dare to look up once.
Silence for a while, the rejection surely floated in the air already. God how useless were you?
"You.. you can't do it?", the feminine voice spoke out loud enough for it to hit you straight through your brain and heart.
The woman left a sigh as she spoke up again "At this point, it makes sense. Whenever I want something, you are so kind and do it. It's like you are submissive. I wonder if you are just going along with what I say." tears were so close to spill, why you? "You always turn so red and flustered. You are shockingly unreliable."
'Don't cry, come on. Don't cry you hopeless shit.' Ever since your miserable first time, you are scared shitless of ever doing it again. Your looks might be great, but your body felt so.. big. This all happend right where she told you she loved you, too. Life sucks.
The constant imaginations of being less hopeless were so pleasing. Just why were you like this? Who the fuck did you insult in your past life that you turned out like this? The feeling of not being good for anything because of how hopeless you were, was utterly sickening.
'nineth floor.' the voice in the elevator said as the doors opened. Someone with black sneakers, grey joggers with a plain black t shirt on stepped out as he was talking on the phone. A leather jacket hugged them loosely while he looked at the door numbers. Eyes focused on the doors, as his mouth kept on talking.
"Uh yeah, if the guy from yesterday asks for me, just say I'm busy at the moment", he stated as he stood suddenly in front of a door. Turning towards it as he read the number under his breath 'one, two and seven.'
"Okay, I'm here. I will call you soon, bye!" the call ended with a click as steve brushed his hair back one more time, put the phone in the pocket. The door was luckily open, so he pressed down the handel and opened it.
Surely, he didn't except this view. You were laying down on the floor, face down, suit all wrinkled and hair kinda messy. The concerned face on Steve's face was mixed with huge confusion.
"Are you sleeping?" he asked as he ran up to you, slamming the door behind. He dropped on his knees and rubbed your back, "Dude, are you okay?"
The response were little sounds of whines leaving your mouth. The tears and alcohol made you not wanna be bothered and close your eyes tightly. You were somehow half asleep.
'Hah. Cute.' he thought to himself as he smirked and caressed your face with a hand. Your cheeks were burning and your body was hot as hell! Shocking for a time like winter.
"Get up, you will catch a cold if you sleep here on the floor, silly", he warned with a smile. You couldn't see that sweet smile as you were still not aware of the world around you with your eyes closed.
Not with a lot patience, he lifted you halfway up and leaned your back on the wall while you were still sitting. He took your backpack off and you finally twitched your eyes under his touch. He huffed when you still didn't wake up!
One shake on your shoulder made you open your eyes slightly, till they were halfway open. Unironically you looked around and looked back at the guy in front of you, "Where.. where am I?"
The cold hand hit your hot cheek again. Fuck, why did it felt so nice and safe. As if he would hold you between his arms forever. Your view was hazy as you saw a, of course blurry face approach you closer, and closer.
Now not only a cold feeling was on your burning cheeks, but also on your lips. A kiss was planted on your lips, your body felt like levitating right there. "Wakey wakey!" the adorable voice spoke again, and now everything was clear. Your eyes shot up open fully as you broke the kiss by gasping.
"Who.. Who are you?" you squeaked as you pushed yourself more onto the wall. The guy stared in confusion as he pouted slightly. He brushes his hair back and talks again "You literally booked me?"
Silence.
"I'm your call boy! My name is Steve rogers, just call me steve", he clarified with a big smile spreading ear to ear. His eyes were closed from the smile.
This all is so confusing right now. You don't remember this at all? You look to your side and see your phone laying. Did you really call him earlier?
"I'm s-sorry.. I do not remember..!" you confess as you tried to pull away more, but steve had a grip on your jaw as he kissed you once again "It's okay.." he nibbled on your neck, licking and swirling on it. Suddenly he grabbed your erection with the hand that holded your jaw earlier.
"Don't you want me to make you feel good?", he asked it so innocently, that it felt like it was normal to just say that! You blushed even more, stuttering mode was on. The tomatoes were sure jealous of your redness.
He grabbed it again and cood at how it twitched as it was painfully rubbinf against the fabric of your boxers and jeans. He was so weirdly focused on you.
"I'm sorry.." you apologize with your shakey voice. He looked up to you as he tilted his head. "Why are you apologizing? I infact like the way you got hard from me being myself."
You whimpered at the touch. He started unbuckling your jeans as you gripped his upper arms tightly. You were so nervous and shocked by the sudden moves you couldn't do anything except whine and hold yourself steady by his arms. He pulled your hardened cock out of your underwear and started jacking you off. You gasp as you stab your nails through his leather jacket.
"I can't! Im s-sorry..", you gasp it out as tears started prickling up in your eyes. The moves didn't stop, he kept on going while focusing on your face. 'He is so red.. It's cute' Steve thought to himself, now his eyes moved to your cock, as he realized you were close by your fast breathing, he started covering the tip with his thumb.
You let out a loud 'Ah!' sound as you tilt your head back and let out big breaths, your body was shaking from the Stimulation going on.
"You have a thing for pain, don't you?" Steve asked teasingly as his hand left it and moved to your thigh, just caressing it as he looked into your eyes.
You were still in a shocked space as you stuttered and stumbled over your lines. He had a weird suspicion in him. You were different from his other client's, you were way more inexperienced and easily flustered. Which he found totally adorable.
"Oh, darling. You deserve to feel even better than this", his hands brushed against your cheek again as he played with your bottom lip using his thumb.
Those words were so.. warm. Way warmer than his hands being so cold. It made you rethink about your ex girlfriend.
"You can't do it?"
That sentence filled up your brain, the voice didn't stop repeating it. It was getting louder, louder and louder. How can anyone be so calm about this? It started from there on. Pants were leaving your mouth, eyes turned red as the tears started to spill. One by one. They didn't stop, they kept on going.
Steve looked you up and down, he then realized you started to cry. Of course, he got scared that he did something wrong! He immediatly started wiping them away with his hand as he started asking why you were crying and if he did something wrong.
"No! No, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just that..", you took a deep breath as you spoke again "I'm so not used of someone being so nice to me, I always felt miserable. I'm just so hopeless, I was never good in sex. My girlfriend even got sick of it, I never know what to do while it. I get too overwhelmed."
You calmed down a little after you let that off your chest, it felt too good. Until a guilt hit you. Just now, you totally burdend yourself to a person you just met.
Instead Steve started hugging you tightly, "I understand, just because you suck in it doesn't mean I will leave. I will help you all the way through this."
You let yourself deep into the hug. He caressed your back a little before he snuggled into your neck and started saying something.
"What I find weird is, you struggle with sex, but wanted to bottom? You know I specialize in topping."
"B-bottom??"
"Yeah, bottom. It means when you receive it, the cock."
"..WHAT? First of all.. I didn't c-call you!"
Steve looked just as shocked as you this moment, he said he thought you just forgot because you were drunk. He quickly snatched his phone out as he looked through the adress.
"This is room 127 of southstar apartment right?" you nodded as he kept on looking, but it popped in his head as he looked at it in horror.
"Which Building is this..?"
"U-uh.. Building B."
"I'M SO SORRY!" he apologized dearly as he took your hand and squeezed it hard enough. His head was tilted down as he looked ashamed.
You quickly accepted his apology as you explained how you also thought you called him since you were pretty insecure.
"It was ... good anyway", you blushed as you looked up to the now standing steve. He smiled as he looked at the time, clearly needing to go to his client's house now.
"Sorry for today, I will take you out some time. We could talk about your sex problems then, huh."
"O-oh yeah uh.."
'He is so awkward, but it's cute.' steve thought to himself.
"After all I'm a sex pro!"
'Woah.. sex pro! This guy is insane' you got oddly fascinated by that as you just looked up to him and nodded.
You immediatly pulled your phone out to get his number, which you succesfully achieved. And meanwhile you knew his name, not like you didn't before, just on your phone now!
You waved goodbye as he left through your door to the elevator. You closed the door behind as you sighed and ruffled your hair.
He was so handsome.
"So cute", steve whispered to the air as he smiled at the number on his phone.
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After a Big Fight…
A Force Headcanons
Toni Stark (Katie McGrath)
Toni always locks herself in her lab. Some small part of her believes that she could fix anything in her lab. This recent fight dealt with her constant need to build so many different suits to protect you. Giving her some time, you head down to her lab. No words, you just sit there next to her. She locks eyes with you and leans into your shoulder.
"I'm sorry" she whispers.
You kiss her forehead, "I'm sorry too."
Stephanie Rogers (Margot Robbie)
You always find her running around the famous Lincoln Memorial Reflection Pool.
"You told me you can't always run away from your problems" you wait on a bench for her as she runs up to you.
"I don't normally run" she huffs, "but I'm scared. Scared that I might lose you"
"Then please don't run from me"
Thora (Katheryn Winnick)
After an argument, big of small, you can find Thora at the training grounds. She throws Stormbreaker at a target as you approach her.
"Care to join me?" Thora asks
"Yeah I could improve my throw a little" you shrug
If she invites you to join her, that's usually an invite for you and her to talk things out.
Bree Banner (Rachel Weisz)
Hulk's anger came thru once. Bree pulled off her glasses and whispered, "oops...darling...I-I...I'm so sorry"
She ran into her room and locked the door, crying her eyes out over letting the Hulk's anger come through even if it was so brief.
You waited until she was ready to come out and you embrace her and comfort your girl.
Clara Barton (Melissa Benoist)
After she lost her fellow Avenger and best friend, Nathaniel Romanoff the infamous Black Guardian, Clara went down in a spiral. Her comfort became a bottle. Not an angry drunk or anything but you worried that you'd lose her too.
"I can stop when I want" she'd whine
"Baby I lost a friend too." you told her, "I can't lose the love of my life too. And the kids can't lose their mom"
Clara looked to a small picture of her kids, "okay"
Becca Barnes (Alexandra Daddario)
It scarred her. The anger, it all came up and she could feel the Winter Soldier programming came through. Without even a moment's hesitation, she ran. She kept running, even though you were calling out to her.
You followed her, all the way to the closed Captain America museum. She sat on the steps leading to the entryway and you just sit next to her and let her work through her feelings.
Petra Parker (Millie Bobby Brown)
She let the influence of the Black suit cloud her judgement. Petra screamed at you because you stopped her from killing a villain.
"That's not who we are!" you begged her
"Stay out of my way!!!" she scream back at you and then immediately fled, crying her eyes out.
She swung to your place a few days later, the suit gone. Petra approached your room with a box set of her favorite Star Wars movies. Her eyes were red and puffy with her grief. You welcomed her in.
Penni Quill (Dakota Johnson)
Penni tries to play it off every time you and her have had an argument.
"Even Sam and Diane had their arguments" she'd tried to shrug it off, little tears still on her face.
"Baby can we please talk?" you try to ask her.
"Okay" she'd take a deep breath. "I know I'm thick headed..."
"I need you to take better care of yourself too. You're my whole world, Penni"
"Okay."
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Weekend links, April 14, 2024
My posts
Honestly, I spent much of the week coping with storm migraines. You can tell, because I was reblogging a lot from under a cold compress rather than doing anything useful with life.
Reblogs of interest
The Hot Vintage Lady Polls are rough out there, y’all. Round three started closing yesterday (see what’s still open here), and as of this writing, we have lost Bette Davis, Alla Nazimova, Theda Bara, Myrna Loy, Barbra Streisand, Fay Wray, Lucille Ball, Ginger Rogers, and Olivia de Havilland--and it looks like Catherine Deneuve, Clara Bow, Lana Turner, and Mary Pickford are on their way out. Meanwhile, I learned about a ton of actresses I’d never heard of before, only to shriek when Sharmila Tagore, Nadira, and Waheeda Rehman lost this round. (Edwige, I will never forget you.)
Let me remind you (and me sometimes, too): Not everyone has the same taste or childhood attachments or cinema experiences as you. And everybody in this bracket loses. Everybody but one.
(I can tell I’m not cut out for brawling because I’m like, “I will be very sad to see Norma Shearer go, but Hazel Scott seems nice!”)
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“Actually, Mr. Musk, I am an attorney. Do you know that?” Here’s the highlights of Mark Bankston, the man who brought down Alex Jones, coping with Elon Musk and Elon Musk’s Lawyer, who is not even licensed in Texas, for 100 pages of deposition.
Hozier Watch 2024: “Too Sweet” has now charted higher in the UK than “Take Me to Church,” and it’s getting real close on the US charts. This is a song that didn’t even make last year’s album. I am endlessly fascinated.
Happy Leland Melvin Day!
Happy Neil Banging Out the Tunes Day!
“Posting endless DNIs because we can’t (or don’t know we can) make spaces just for the people we do want to interact with” actually makes a lot of sense in this centralized social media hellscape.
There is a 20k mg weed gummy and nobody needs that. “Forget meeting the Hat Man this is what turns you into the Hat Man. This is worse than that torture drug that makes you experience 600 billion years in a second. This is the secret to honest to god shifting.”
One of the best uses of the Kate Beaton Poe comic I’ve ever seen
“Americanisms that tell you to check on your American” (they are all correct)
“Tuxedo Mask is the first example of being ‘Kenough’”
Just this once, I will allow this AI rendition of a “traditional Polish family” and their traditional Polish woodchuck.
I am absolutely not saying there is anything wrong with being into tentacles; I’m just saying that Pyramid Head doesn’t even have them and thus is a pretty tame choice to complain about.
Little Guy, a game
A cursèd chair called “Oops!”
Sparrow Tarot: Honestly, this is one of my favorite takes on the Hanged Man.
This dog is a biscuit and she is precious
Video
One of the things that’s so great about this Ilia Malinin free-skate program is, he makes it look so effortless that I would have never figured out on my own, without Tumblr’s commentary, that there’s a couple moves in here that no one in the world can do but him. Like, the very first jump and the announcers start screaming.
A journey from fearing moths to raising them
A dude puts on a dress For the Meme and then discovers that he loves it (and then he styles it as a full outfit and it looks SO GOOD)
Watching this cat ride around on a roomba on a sped-up surveillance camera is self-care.
So is this (although it’s a bit strobe-y)
Bat type: hi doggy
Was the jello for the tuna salad lamb supposed to be lime?
The sacred texts
Holy Shit, Two Cakes
The origin of “Me, an intellectual”
#AllMyLifeIHadToFight
Personal tag of the week
Designer Roberto Cavalli, who passed away this week at age 83. I reblogged several fashion posts--I hadn’t even realized myself that he had designed Beyoncé’s famous yellow dress in Lemonade.
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The Evaluation: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+
Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [LINK]
A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE
Summary: (14) Loki's six-month evaluation has arrived. But a shocking revelation from an unexpected source makes things...uncomfortable. (w/c 1.9k)
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut references. Megan. Heavy petting. Dirty talk. Jealousy. Unwanted advances. Language. Mild angst.
Loki rocked on his heels, hands in his pockets.
His eyes ran over the commemorative photos on the wall with half-interest. Stark was running ten minutes late. Hungover, most likely.
His mind wandered to the sight of you straddled above him, riding him like a stallion as you grunted and whimpered his name through your endless pleasure. Gods, it felt good to let go in the empty tower last night.
Your combined moans of ecstasy had filled the air as he was finally able to release his full devotion. The words I love you thundering from his throat as he spent himself in your clenching heat. How many times was it. Seven? Eight?
“Good Morning, Laufeyson…” a sultry voice floated from behind him.
Loki’s head turned, greeted by Megan from operations standing oddly positioned in the doorway. "Sorry I'm late...I had a little too much fun last night, if you know what I mean."
A clipboard was balanced on her hip, her other hand resting on her waist. As he watched, she flicked her hair over her shoulder. “Oops” she quipped innocently, before sending a pen spinning to the floor.
“Let me just get that…”
Loki rolled his eyes as she turned to the side, leaning down to the ground in a blatant invitation for him to ogle her ass in that little skirt.
He chuckled inwardly at her ploy. He couldn’t deny that Megan was attractive, but unfortunately for her, she had one non-negotiable flaw. She wasn’t you. Not even close.
Loki stood politely with his hands clasped behind him as the woman returned to her sultry standing position.
“Shall we?” she purred, gesturing to the corner office overlooking the city below. “Stark and Rogers will be a little delayed. Late night at the Expo and all.”
“It’s almost as though scheduling our meeting for this morning was an ill-devised plan." Loki mumbled, reclining on Stark’s minimalist sofa. "But then, look who we’re talking about...”
He frowned as Megan’s shrill laugh filled the air.
“You’re so funny…” she drawled, sliding on the sofa beside him. Loki raised his eyebrows, looking at her questioningly before she cleared her throat.
“So I have something to run past you, just a general point to be aware of before they arrive” Megan said nervously, flicking through the sheets on her clipboard before setting it on the table.
She crossed her legs, turning towards him; her thigh flashing as that tiny skirt rose up the skin. Loki nodded neutrally, noting the increase in heat radiating from the mortal.
He realised with alarm that he had been so distracted by you in the days following he and Megan’s manufactured ‘date’, that the question of his intentions with her had never actually been dealt with.
“Captain Rogers will mention a new clause, just passed last week. All active members of the Avengers covered under Team A, that includes you...obviously” she giggled, tapping his arm, "wait, let me just get this right." She ran a finger along a highlighted line on the sheet attached to her clipboard.
"...they are...'not authorised to form intimate relationships with other Team A members for 12 months from the individual’s initiation'. Something to do with health and safety... mission security, I think..." she said, leaning back.
Loki frowned, absorbing the words as she babbled on.
“I thought you should know, in case you hear it because obviously I’m not in the Avengers team so if anything were to continue with us then….you know- that’s fine and, it won’t affect your extradition or anything…”
“Stop” Loki said firmly, raising his palm. Megan's fingers toyed teasingly with the edge of her skirt before sliding down to her knee.
“Do you mean to tell me that if I form an 'intimate relationship' with any of my colleagues within the next six months that I will fail my probation and be returned unceremoniously to my Asgardian cell for all eternity?”
“Your immediate colleagues, yes.” Megan purred, completely missing the point.
“But the specifics aren’t really my department" she continued, as Loki's eyes widened, "...you’d need to speak to Tony. I just thought you should know in case it worries you when he brings it up” she winked.
Loki’s mind floundered, your words from last night while you lay wrapped in his arms in post-coital bliss ringing in his ears.
Maybe it’s time to tell some people, just close people to start. Maybe Wanda and Thor...and then we can go from there?
Loki remembered the swell of pride that filled his heart as he tightened his grip on your bare skin against his chest.
You were letting your walls down, finally. You weren’t ashamed of him. You really were afraid of the changes that may come on revealing your relationship. But now, you knew he loved you. You knew it. And it had made you brave.
His eyes flickered across the wall, trying to find somewhere to focus as his chest tightened.
He didn’t feel the crawl of Megan’s hand on his leg until she squeezed around his inner thigh, her fingers digging into the firm muscles. He tilted his chin towards her in confusion, brow furrowed as she scooted closer.
“You have no idea the dirty things we’ve done in my head since our date, Loki…” she whispered darkly against his neck, her hand sliding across his crotch. “Do you want me to tell you what they are?”
“Madam, I-” he protested, swiping her hand from its search for his cock. She caught it, linking her fingers with his.
"It was such a shame you had to leave so quickly the other night" she whined, her hot breath fanning his ear, "I had some desert in mind I know you'd have liked."
The innuendo in her voice proved unnecessary as she brazenly raised his forefinger, clearly intending to suck it between her lips. Loki's breath hitched, pulling briskly away just before her tongue wrapped around his skin.
“Lokes, come on...I know you want me. I know you want to pin me underneath that hard body of yours...want to fuck me with that legendary cock everyone talks about...” she whined, running her hand up his chest and around his neck, pulling his face towards hers.
"Is it true what they say?" she muttered, as Loki's breaths quickened. Megan's crossed leg rubbed against his knee; her hand sliding across his squirming torso.
"They say you're a big boy. People talk, you know. I bet you are. How could you not be..."
"Madam, I don't think this is-"
“...although I do like a gentleman. So restrained. So refined..." she continued, undeterred "in public, at least..."
Before he could muster a response that wouldn’t severely injure the woman, her lips were upon his. He felt her tongue caress against his closed mouth, his hand pressing against her chest in an attempt to push her away.
“Ohh, Mr Laufeyson…” she moaned obliviously against his skin, keening into his aversive touch, “we could be discovered at any moment, exciting isn’t it?”
Loki jumped up abruptly, Megan's hand reluctantly letting go of his shirt as he released himself from her grasp.
“Madam” he huffed regally, “I am not-”
“-Wow-wow, not so loud people, please...” Tony sighed, entering the room with a coffee cup in hand and sunglasses covering his eyes.
Rogers followed, looking annoyed as usual. “My apologies, folks” Steve said, gesturing for Megan and Loki to take a seat at the table as he closed the door. “It took a little longer to rouse someone than anticipated...”
Loki’s narrowed gaze swept from the men to Megan as she slid seductively into a chair. She patted the seat beside her, shooting him a wink. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily as he tried to steady his heart rate before sitting down.
“I won’t beat about the bush, Laufeyson” Rogers said ominously from the other side of the table, as Stark groaned appreciatively beside him beneath the shades.
“With a few exceptions, such as your unauthorised stunt with Y/N’s dress last night at the Expo...we’re very happy with your overall assimilation.”
"Although the dress thing was great for ratings, so we're letting it slide..." Tony muttered, slipping down his chair.
Loki nodded, trying to focus. It was to be expected. He was a delight.
“There have been a few recent changes you should know about, some of which will affect you and some that won’t.” Rogers stern eyebrow arched warily, running his gaze over the god. He looked a little paler than usual, Steve noted.
“Firstly, your abilities to cast limited enchantments will be re-instated. After some analysis with Strange, we’ve identified the loopholes that were causing issues with security. We should be able to identify threats without the need to exclude your powers, so long as you use them responsibly.”
Tony slid his sunglasses down his nose, his bloodshot eyes revealed. “That means no funny business” he mumbled hoarsely, the effort of his own joke making him wince.
“Secondly,” Rogers continued, “we’ve introduced a new clause applicable to Team A to make sure there are no conflicts of interest for sensitive parties on missions, and that could compromise overall objectives in the early stages of Avengers membership.”
Loki’s eyebrows raised as Steve paused dramatically, silently willing him to continue.
“Any intimate relationships with other Team A members are forbidden” Steve squirmed, adjusting his hips awkwardly. “Sexual relationships, to be clear...until one year of service. This is to protect the integrity of the team, as I’m sure you can understand.”
The god’s neutral facial expression did not betray the scream that brewed beneath his glacial features.
If they found out, he would be sent back to Asgard. Odin would never release him again. He would never see you again. This was ridiculous, and yet...infuriatingly predictable.
“As I said, it doesn’t affect you– but important that you are aware, considering your special conditions of being here.” Steve murmured, his eyes flickering to Megan diligently taking notes.
He was referring to Loki’s rehabilitation terms in accordance with the security council. Torture by Thanos or not, the pedantic rules around his mandated penance must be observed for 'inter-planetary relations'.
Loki grimaced.
Stark’s shades slid dramatically down his nose again, one eyebrow raised. “Again...no funny business. It’s all work and no play around these parts, right Cap?”
Steve huffed, shuffling papers.
The next ten minutes passed without incident, Loki’s mind whirring as Megan and Rogers discussed operational points from recent missions. Megan sang his praises as Steve nodded, writing quickly. Loki was fairly certain Tony had fallen asleep in his chair.
He felt Megan’s hand slide covertly up his thigh as she continued to speak. Strangely in-depth knowledge of his skills in action poured from her lips as Rogers scribbled on the evaluation forms furiously.
Nine hels, Loki thought, grimacing again as he fought to free himself from her touch. This woman is obsessed.
He re-adjusted in his seat, juddering his leg in an effort to shake himself from her wandering grip. His eyes flickered to her dangerously, jaw clenching as he willed her to remove herself.
She smiled coyly at him, his attempts at malice clearly not having the desired effect.
“Are we done, here?” he snapped, his eyes fixed on Megan. “I have somewhere to be.”
Steve’s gaze remained on the papers in front of him, tiredness making him resilient to the god’s impetuous tone.
“Yep...almost, just...sign here.” He pushed a sheet of paper across the table as Loki conjured a fountain pen.
He noticed Megan’s legs widen beneath the table, her bare calves flexing as the pleats of her skirt fell between her open thighs. She placed her chin on her hand, biting a finger seductively as she swivelled the chair subtly towards him.
He would bet his best armour that she wasn't wearing any panties.
He scribbled his signature, pushing the paper back across the table and standing abruptly. “If that will be all” he murmured, avoiding Megan’s lustful stare.
“I’m awake-” Tony snorted, springing to life as Steve rolled his eyes.
“Yes, that’ll be all Laufeyson.” the blonde muttered, leaning back in his chair. “Remember there are massage therapists in-house this morning for the team, a little treat after all your hard work at the Expo last night.”
“Mmmm” Loki hummed thoughtfully, straightening his suit jacket, “I’m not sure it’s for me.”
Tony smirked, sipping his cold coffee. “That’s what Wanda said too, but I saw her heading in with Y/N on our way here. The things those massage guys can’t do with their thumbs, lemme tell you. Augustine is a marvel. Cap you need to get in on it, loosen up that tight ass...” he chuckled, as Steve rolled his eyes again.
Loki’s stomach flipped. The thought of another man running his hands over your naked body filled his mind, digging his talented fingers into the crevices of your willing flesh...making you moan with relief. His eyes narrowed, before his belly twisted again. Wanda. You were with Wanda.
Maybe it’s time to tell some people, just close people to start. Maybe Wanda and Thor...and then we can go from there?
Wanda. She couldn’t know.
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A/N: Dw the ouverte smut will return momentarily. 😆 This instalment commences the second 'era' of this collection. High stakes f*cking, baby. And magic is back in the tower.👀
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Evil Love Blooming In The Dark Part 1
Jude Jazza ~ Story
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My lips are hot and my heart is pounding.
Kate: "----I don't want to be in love with someone like you ever again."
Jude: "Thanks a lot. Neither do I want someone like you in my life."
I can't believe I'm falling for the cruel sneer on your thin lips....
Absolutely no.
..........
Just for one month, I became a fairy tale master after I learned a secret that I shouldn't have known.
Then Victor, the Queen's aide, made a proposal to me.
Victor: "A fairy tale master's job is to keep track of them. That means you have to develop an understanding of them."
Victor: "So Miss Kate. Your first job is...."
Victor: "I want you to pick one of the Crown members and spend a day with them as lovers."
Kate: "It's easy for you to say just 'pick one'........."
Victor smiled cheerfully at me as I froze at the suggestion.
Victor: "Can't pick one? Hmmm....how about we use darts instead?"
(Darts!?)
After quickly preparing the darts like a magic trick, Victor threw one of them at the target with great enthusiasm.
Victor: "The white feather....Oops, I'm sorry robin."
Kate: "Hm?"
Victor: "This may or may not lead to upheaval?"
............
Victor: "Jude~"
(Of all the people it could land on, of course, it had to be the most troublesome one....!)
When we visited the common room, I found Mr. Jude, Ellis, and Mr. Roger each spending their morning.
When Victor explained the situation, Mr. Jude looked up from his newspaper with a face indicating displeasure.
Jude: "No."
Jude: "First of all, why are making this woman a lover? Are you crazy? I doubt her nerves."
Victor: "I'll pay extra for next month."
Jude: ".........Tch."
Mr. Jude stared at me and gave me a mocking cold smile.
Jude: "Once you leave this castle, you better not complain. I don't wanna hear you whining about how much you don't like it or how you wanna go home."
Jude: ".......What do you say? Can you promise me that?"
(....I've come this far, so let's go forward)
(So that I can leave this castle as a trustworthy fairy tale master)
(I must do my job well)
Kate: "Yes. Promise!"
Jude: "Ha...."
When I responded with enthusiasm, Mr. Jude sighed in dismay.
Roger: "Haa. You're going to have a difficult road ahead, if you make promises like that to Jude, young lady."
Kate: "Hm...?"
Roger: "This guy never fails to keep his word. Also, he demands the same from others."
Roger: "The last thing you want to do is break that promise. What waits for you is a terrible retribution for being a defaulter."
Kate: "Terrible retribution....?"
When slowly turned my head to look at Mr. Jude, he had a cruel smile on his lips as if he was enjoying my fright.
Jude: "Don't make promises so easily, princess. I'll teach you that slowly over the course of a day."
..........
Several minutes after that.
(.......I-I wanna go home!)
I regretted my promise as soon as I got out.
Shabbily-dressed man: "Jude Jazza. I won't forgive you.....!"
Jude: "What a disgraceful thing to say in broad daylight. You brought this upon yourself."
Mr. Jude and Ellis were heading for work, so we went to town together. Not more than few minutes later....
Just as Mr. Jude entered the alley from the main street, a shabbily dressed man jumped out with a knife.
Shabbily-dressed man: "You took my house, my property. Everything...!"
Shabbily-dressed man: "Even though I was working hard, the money I earned was being sucked away to pay off my debts....My family is scattered!"
Shabbily-dressed man: "And this is all your fault!!"
Jude: "Ellis."
Ellis: "Mm."
In a flash, Ellis quickly jumps out, grabs the knife from the man, presses him to the ground and restrains him.
(....What the hell was that move?)
I was taken aback by his body language, which cannot be explained simply by his familiarity with the place.
Jude: "You broke the contract. If you want to starve to death paying for a lawsuit you can't win, go ahead."
Mr. Jude, casually walks straight past the man after throwing that line.
Shabbily-dressed man: "Nn..nn...."
Ellis: ".......sorry."
Seeing the man looking down in frustration, Ellis released his restraints and followed Mr. Jude.
(.....What should I do)
I don't know what contract he made with Mr. Jude and why he broke it...
(But....it would be too sad to....leave him like this)
On a spur of the moment, I took out a handkerchief and offered it to the mud-covered man.
Kate: "Umm....here....."
Shabbily-dressed man: "Tch. I don't need a girl like you to pity ME....!"
Kate: "Kyaa....!?"
The man snarled and grabbed onto my leg instead of the handkerchief.
Kate: "L-Let go! Please!"
Shabbily-dressed man: "Shut up! Don't talk back to me!"
My body froze in fear and----
Shabbily-dressed man: "Argh....!"
(Eh.....?)
A clean, polished shoe dug into the man's face.
Jude: "Don't go around touching other people's property."
(Mm....)
I turned around to follow the long legs that gripped and pressed their heels against the man's face.
Mr. Jude was there, looking down at the men with displeasure.
Shabbily-dressed man: "Nn...Nnn..."
Jude: "Heh. Love that face. I love that miserable look."
Mr. Jude scoffs at the man in agony with a bleeding nose, and he turned his heels and started walking away.
(Ah...I have to go)
The man didn't seem to have the energy to jump on me anymore, but the fear I felt earlier distracted me.
I quietly place the handkerchief next to him and ran away.
..........
(Regardless of what method he used.....he still did protect me. I have to thank him)
Kate: "Umm....Thank you for earlier."
Jude: ".....That's what you get for being a naive princess."
Kate: "...Hm?"
Jude: "I didn't do it for you."
Jude: "But from here on now, you're my woman."
Jude: "If I hadn't done something about it, I'm going to get my ass handed to me."
Kate: "O-Oh, I see."
(.......I wish he had just accepted honestly since it didn't change the fact that he helped me)
(But.....he used such violence, so it makes sense, I guess)
Kate: "So, um....how did that man..be like that.....?"
Jude: "Huh? That guy made a contract with me and he didn't keep his word. Now he's paying for it,"
Jude: "He's so miserable, pathetic, and hilarious, right?"
(You were so calm despite immense hatred directed at you)
(On contrary, you seemed to be enjoying it......as if it were a past time)
Jude Jazza. He has the curse of 'The 13th Wizard.'
Ruthless, arrogant and with a strong desire for revenge.
I recall the wording of the material about his curse and I am deeply convinced.
Jude: "You better watch your mouth if you don't want to end up like that. Understood?"
Kate: "Eh.....?"
Jude: "Just now, you wished that....you wanna go home, right?"
Kate: "....I didn't say it, I was just thinking about it."
Jude: "What a pity. I went all the way into the alley to put you in danger and you...."
(Eh....?)
Kate: "Y-You...did you purposely take that route so we get attacked, so I break the promise I made to you!?"
Jude: "Ah, at least you got some brains."
Kate: "What do you mean by 'some'.....?"
Jude: "Heh, thanks."
Jude: "I'm interested to see how long that cocky attitude lasts."
............
I thought it was an office, but we arrived at a port instead.
(I see. They're a tradng company....so they must be in and out of the port frequently)
Jude: "Ellis, get that 'thing' ready. Maybe he'll move tonight."
Ellis: ".......Okay. Miss Kate, see you later."
Kate: "Ah yes....see you."
('Thing'....? I wonder where Ellis is going?)
Tilting my head, I chase after Mr. Jude, who is walking faster and faster as he sends instructions here and there.
Mr. Jude struck up conversations with dockworkers and what appeared to be foremen.
I settled between the loads and observed him.
The looks directed at him were of fright, fear, hostility and....sometimes respect.
(They are scared of him and he's antagonistic, but I think he's so admired...because he can't be easily touched)
After a while, when the work conversation was over and there was no one around Mr. Jude....
Suddenly, a friendly young man rushed up to him.
Young man: "Mr. President. Thank you for your hard work!"
Jude: "Tsk. You're so loud, Jack."
Jack: "Wow, you remembered my name!"
(So there are some people who adore him like this. That's.....surprising)
Jack: "Hm? Who is that young lady over there?"
Jude: "Ah? My woman."
Jack: "Ehhhh!? Mr. President has a lover!?"
(That was so loud...!)
I felt a rush of gazes and I started breaking a sweat.
(I'm scared...or rather it feels like they are all staring at me....?)
Jude: "So what, huh?"
Jack: "Eh? Oh no, sorry. Hehe....I didn't mean to attract a lot of attention like that."
Jude: "Haa....Whatever, just get back to work now."
Jack smiled apologetically and ran away.
(I don't know....I feel uncomfortable)
As I shrink to my make my body smaller among the cargo, I feel Mr. Jude laughing and I looked up.
Jude: "Yes yes. Just like that."
Jude: "Curl up into a ball and disappear. At least it's better than being killed for simply being my girlfriend."
Kate: "So you're saying.....I could get attacked, just like earlier today....?"
I was reminded how that man grabbed my leg and I started feeling uneasy.
Jude: "......Are you scared?"
Kate: "Well, of co------"
(Ah....he might take that as a complaint....?)
I swallowed the words 'Of course, I'm scared' and Mr. Jude snickered and took a step closer to me.
Kate: ".......Mr. Jud.."
Jude: "You're scared, right? Naive, diligent princess?"
Jude: "There's no way you're going to make it back home in one piece after being in that kind of trouble so many times."
As I moved back the closer he gets, I realized my back touched the load of cargo and there is no way out.
Jude: "Look, you can't run away anymore."
His long fingers circled my neck and squeezed to slow the flow of blood.
The sensation of being squeezed, not so painful that I can't breathe but definitely tight, makes my blood run cold.
Kate: "Nn...... .......!"
(I can't say 'stop' or....complain that 'I don't like it')
I was trapped in a situation where I had no way to resist, and the only thing that kept me going was the fear that was growing.
Jude: "If I put a little more pressure here, you'll never go back to the castle again....."
Jude: "What do you say?"
Kate: "......Nn."
(I won't let you....!)
Instead of complaining, I looked straight at Mr. Jude.
Jude: ".....Ha. This face is the cutest one I've seen today."
Jude: "You poor thing. You want to go home but you can't say it out loud because that will break your promise and you're scared that I'll do terrible things to you, right?"
Mr. Jude sees through my fear and struggle and mocks me.
(Is this, your way of making me realize....that 'it's not easy to make promises with you?')
(But you said 'promise me'......)
Anger welled up in me and I squeezed my voice out of my throat, which remained tight.
Kate: "I-I...."
Kate: "I'm not complaining because I fear your retaliation."
Kate: "I just don't want to show that I'm unfaithful....even after I'm released by you guys...."
Jude: "........."
Kate: "So, I will keep my promise to you."
Jude: "......Tch"
He removed his hand from my neck and blood rushed back to my head, making me dizzy.
Kate: "Haa...."
As I stumbled unsteadily to my feet, he grabbed me by the arms and forced me to pull myself up.
Jude: "Do you think I would let my woman go down like this?"
(....This man, seriously is the worst.....!)
Jude: "I've got a business meeting coming up. So just kill some time around here."
Mr. Jude threw me out and went off somewhere.
.............
After a few hours of waiting....
(I want to go home....)
Mr. Jude never returned, and I shivered in the gradually cooling night breeze.
Jack: "Um, Miss Kate....?"
Kate: "You are.....Mr. Jack, right?"
Jack: "Yes. Mr. Jude told me to get you."
(Leaving me just like that and asking your one of you men get me instead of coming on your own....)
I force a smile, feeling my mouth pulled into a tight line.
Kate: "Yeah, okay. Let's go."
...........
(Is this.....some kind of warehouse of company?)
I stepped in with Mr. Jack.
There was a strange man in black and his guards surrounding him.
Man wearing a bowler hat: "Are you Jude Jazza's woman?"
Kate: ".....W-Who are you guys....?"
As I back away, Mr. Jack immediately ties me up.
(This person should have been Mr. Jude's subordinate...!)
Kate: "Are you betraying Mr. Jude?"
Jack: "It's unconscionable to say betraying. I signed a contract with him for money."
Jack: "But now, I got a better-paying job. Why wouldn't I switch?"
Mr. Jack pushed me towards the man wearing a bowler hat.
Man wearing a bowler hat: "I think you're a worthy hostage. That's why I made him bring you here."
Man wearing a bowler hat: "It is unusual for that man to be walking around with a woman, after all."
Kate: "That man...y-you mean, Mr. Jude?"
Man wearing a bowler hat: "Yeah. Just the other day, I heard a guy who sent a woman to sex trafficking was never reinstated." (This line is so confusing, someone please help me!)
Man wearing a bowler hat: "Unexpectedly, he is a man who cares about women."
Kate: ".....I think you've mistaken him for someone else."
Man wearing bowler hat: "Hahaha! Don't underestimate my intelligence network."
Man wearing a bowler hat: "He's got some bad info on me."
Man wearing a bowler hat: "The plan is to negotiate for young lady's safe return, in exchange for shutting his eyes."
Kate: ".....And what if Mr. Jude refuses?"
Man wearing a bowler hat: "Then, unfortunately....you will die."
The cruel declaration sents chills down my spine.
(I doubt that Mr. Jude would be willing to negotiate for me)
(I have to get out of here on my own.....!)
Kate: "Look....to be honest, I just followed him at work today."
Jack: "Huh? But I saw you two flirting in the harbor, earlier today."
Kate: "O-On what angle did it look like we were flirting!? He was choking me....!"
Jack: "Maybe he's into those kind of things."
Kate: "That's a misunderstanding....! I have nothing to do with him----"
Jude: "My girlfriend is so cruel that it really hurts me."
At that moment, we heard something heavy falling on the ground with a thud, and we all turned to the entrance.
It was Jude, who stomped the unconscious guard's body and walked on top of him.
Jude: "Get out of my way, thank you very much."
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MTV Yearbook Challenge Pt. 1
Jack Champion X Reader
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Word count: 6,125 (oops 😬 I got a little carried away…)
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Post Date: August 29th 2023
Post Time: 11:07 PM
Summary: The young cast of Avatar play MTVs yearbook challenge and some very interesting questions get debated between them, as well as Jack and the Reader’s relationship being made fun of.
Third Person Pov:
“Y/n!” You hear a voice shout, making you turn around and the person who was doing your makeup sighs.
“I guess that means she's done,” the makeup person mutters as she walks off, shaking her head.
“Trini girl!” you shout back when you see Trinity run into the room.
She runs into your arms and you quickly wrap your arms around her. You squeeze her tightly and hold onto her for a moment before letting go.
“Look how much you’ve grown. How have you grown so much in a year?” You ask in bewilderment as you look over the younger girl and she grins.
“I know, right. Where’s Jack, did you guys come together?” she wonders as she looks around for him.
“He is, he just had to run to the bathroom. He drank way too much water on the way here,” You explain to her, rolling your eyes and she laughs.
“Well hello, you two. Haven’t seen you guys in some time,” comes another voice and you turn to see Bailey smiling.
“Bailey!” Trinity shouts when she sees her.
“Hi, Trinity. My, how big you’ve grown,” Bailey parrots you without knowing and you laugh along with Trinity.
“What?” Bailey asks as she gives you both a questioning look.
“I just said that. It’s crazy, right? I feel like she’s grown so much since we last saw her,” You tell her and she nods in agreement.
“She definitely has. Trinity, stop growing so fast,” Bailey jokes, making Trinity laugh.
“I would if I could,” Trinity tells her, making both older girls laugh.
“Hello, ladies,” another voice breaks through the laughter and you all look to see Jamie walk in.
“Am I the only guy today?” Jamie asks as he looks at all of you.
“No. Jack’s here, too. Y/n said he just had to run to the bathroom. Apparently he drank too much water on the way here,” Trinity explains though her own giggles and Jamie’s face shows relief.
“Sounds like something Jack would do…” Jamie comments and you giggle, nodding.
“Right?” You playfully ask like you're shocked.
“Would it have been so bad being around just us girls?” Bailey asks in a joking tone and Jamie shakes his head.
“No. It just would have been a little lonely being the only boy. You guys know I love you,” Jamie tells you and you all hum at him as you each give him a side eye.
“Sorry to interrupt, I’m Roger, I'm the one running the interview today,” A man who looks like he’s in his late twenties, maybe early thirties, introduces himself.
“We’re just about ready to start. You all have been microphoned, right?” he asks and you all smile, nodding.
“Ok. Then if we can all take a seat, we can get started in a few minutes,” Roger tells you and you all nod before heading over to the chairs.
“Umm, sir, we are missing one person actually. He went to the bathroom,” You tell him as you sit down and he nods.
“We can wait for another minute and if he is not back yet, we can send someone to find him,” Roger explains and you nod.
“So y/n, how’s life?” Bailey asks and you smile.
“It’s good. Really good. You?” You ask her and she smiles back.
“I mean, it’s a little crazy right now, but I wouldn’t change it for the world,” Bailey tells you and you smile.
“I’m glad to hear that, Bay,” You tell her and she reaches across Trinity to squeeze your hand.
“Hey, babe,” Jack greets as he walks back into the room and kisses your cheek lightly before he takes the seat to the left of you.
“Hi, honey,” you reply with a smile when you see him.
“Ok. Everyone here now?” Roger asks from his seat behind the monitor.
“Yes. We can start now if you’re ready?” You politely question and he smiles, giving a small nod.
“Ok. Let’s start left to right, just introducing ourselves and who you play in the movie,” Roger informs you all and everyone nods.
“Hello everyone, I’m Jamie Flatters. I play Neteyam,” Jamie introduces himself with a smile.
“Hi. I’m Trinity Jo-Li Bliss, I play Tuk,” Trinity introduces herself next with a small wave.
“Hello. I’m Bailey Bass and I play Tsireya,” Bailey introduces herself with a smile.
“Hi. I’m y/n Dayton, or as some fans like to call me, I’m y/n Champion. I play Chickadee or Sietsla Te which is her official Navi name, even though she’s like Spider,” You introduce yourself with a smile and a small wave.
“And I’m Jack Champion, I play Spider,” Jack introduces himself with a smirk that makes you shake your head at him.
“Ok. I’m going to ask you all a series of ‘who’s most likely to’ questions. You just answer who you think would out of your cast members,” Roger explains and we all nod.
“Do you mean like the whole cast or just the younger cast?” You question for clarity and Roger looks up at you.
“Either one. I’d say out of the cast that’s here, but you can say anyone if you’d like,” Roger clarifies and you nod in understanding.
“Ok, first question. Who’s most likely to have everyone laughing on set?” Roger asks and you smile.
“Jack…” Bailey says before you can say anything and you turn to her.
“No, cause I was going to say the same thing,” You retort at her and she grins.
“Great minds think alike,” she comments with a small shrug and you giggle before sitting back.
“I was gonna say Trinity,” Jack adds his thoughts as he leans forward to look at her.
“Wait, huh?” Trinity asks as she looks at him.
“Jack…” Bailey adds on again to make her point known as she points at him with her thumb.
“Me?” Jack asks in confusion and you laugh, looking at him.
“Yes, babe. You,” You tell him as you pat his arm and he just looks even more confused.
“I laughed more at… you just… you make, like you…” Bailey struggles to explain.
“That’s actually beautiful that you're shocked at it, man. It shows that you're a very humble comedian,” Jamie jumps in as he looks at Jack.
“Yeah, it’s good. I really go you know, it’s just, you know,” Jack tells Jamie with a playful shrug and roll of his eyes as you laugh.
“Babe, what does that even mean?” You ask Jack and he just shrugs.
“It’s either of you guys,” Trinity adds on, pointing at both Jack and Jamie.
“I literally two minutes ago go ‘hey,’ to Jack,” Bailey speaks up, starting to explain what she means.
“Oh my gosh…” Jack says as he puts his hand up to his mouth and leans away as if he’s embarrassed.
“You see, he doesn’t even want me to say it, but like I laughed. And he goes, ‘hay is for horses,’” Bailey explains, doing a perfect impression of Jack.
“No, stop! He uses that on me all the time!” You tell her as you smack her arm and she looks at you with a shocked look.
“No. He does not. Does he?” she asks and you laugh harder.
“I swear he does. I’ll just text him out of the blue one day after we haven’t been able to talk for a few days, and I kid you not I say ‘hey.’ What’s his response only a few minutes later? ‘Hay is for horses.’ I think it’s his favorite joke without realizing it,” You tell her and she rolls her eyes.
“Jaaaaack!” Bailey cries out, carrying out the sound of his name as she laughs at him.
“Yeah, but that- That’s so overused,” Jack tries to defend himself, but gets cut off as Bailey laughs as she notices Jaime.
“Jamie’s like, yeah ok!” Bailey shouts as she points at Jamie.
“I’m using that, man. I’m using it,” Jamie pointedly tells Jack while moving his hand away from his face for a moment.
“You’ve never heard that?” Jack asks and you roll your eyes.
“I know I have,” you comment and Jack playfully rolls his eyes.
“Of course you have, babe,” Jack replies and you giggle.
“But really, you’ve never heard that?” he asks again as he looks past you to Jamie and Bailey.
“No,” Bailey tells him in a straight tone.
“You’ve never heard that one?” Jack asks again as he points at Jamie.
“My dad says that all the time,” Trinity adds into the conversation.
“You’ve never heard that?” Jack asks again, clearly shocked.
“No. I’ve never heard that,” Bailey tells him as she points to herself and he turns.
“Bull!” Jack exaggerates as he leans his head back in disbelief. “Bull!” he repeats again as he looks at her.
“Bull,” he exclaims again in disbelief as he turns in his chair to look at the camera.
“Ok. Ok. Next question. Most likely to be singing on set?” Roger quickly segways to the next question and you all quiet down to listen to him.
“Trinity,” Bailey says with no hesitation.
“Yeah. That’s right,” Jack comments before Jamie cuts him off.
“Yeah. You do. I like that,” Jamie adds his thoughts as he looks at her and she just giggles shyly.
“She’s a singer, yeah,” Jack adds as he too looks over at her.
“It’s rare for you not to find y/n singing with her, though,” Jack again adds on as he points to you.
“It’s not my fault she pulls me in!” You exclaim and Jack snickers at you as you shrug.
“Yeah. Trinity’s a singer,” Bailey agrees as she points with her thumb at Trinity.
“Trini girl is a great singer,” you comment and Trinity blushes.
“Although, I will say earlier you were singing that Bon Jovi song,” Jack brings up as he points at Bailey.
“What are you talking about…?” Bailey asks, giving Jack a confused look.
“It’s… I’m not gonna vote for myself! If it’s something like really obvious, I’m not gonna vote for myself, but me, Trinity and y/n would sing together,” Bailey defends herself as she points at Trinity, then you.
“And we would- yeah,” Trinity adds on as Bailey laughs and claps her hands together.
“Ok. Ready for the next question?” Roger asks as you all sit forward again, giving a small hum of agreement.
“Ok. Who’s most likely to fall asleep on set?” Roger asks and Jack immediately starts getting antsy in his seat.
“Definitely y/n. It’s kinda how we got together,” he explains and everyone else laughs.
“I’m still mad they wouldn’t let me in on the game anymore after that,” Jack comments as he crosses his arms with a pout.
“It wasn’t fair with you dating her!” Jamie exclaims and you laugh.
“What game?” Roger asks and Jack perks up.
“At the beginning of filming, we’d find y/n asleep in the craziest places and so we made a challenge. Whoever could get the most videos-” Jack starts to explain the game.
“Or pictures,” Trinity adds in excitement.
“Yes, or pictures of her asleep then we’d all give that person twenty dollars,” Jack explains and Roger looks intrigued.
“Why’d you get kicked off the game, then?” Roger asks and Jack chuckles as he scratches at the back of his neck.
“Well you see, one day Jack found me in his trailer, which wasn’t rare. It was one of my favorite places to sleep because Jack and I were close as soon as we met. Plus it was a good place to just bask in the quietness of,” you take over explaining and he smiles at you.
“It wasn’t rare to find one of them in the other’s trailer at some point in the day if they weren’t filming with each other that day,” Bailey adds on with a light giggle and shake of her head.
“Anyway, Jack found me in his trailer. I had finished my scenes for the day and he still had like three to go, but we had decided that morning that we’d get dinner together so I decided to wait in his trailer and ended up falling asleep,” you explain more and everyone laughs.
“She’d literally fall asleep anywhere during downtime. It was fascinating how fast she’d be out,” Jamie comments and you shrug.
“Yes, but you guys fail to remember the movie took three years to film and I was still going to real school and taking AP classes, might I add,” You defend yourself as you hold up a finger to silence your castmates.
“Anyway, I found her little 16, almost 17-year-old self in my trailer, sleeping on the couch. I didn’t wanna wake her, she looked so peaceful. So I went over after changing out of my clothes and started to put a blanket over her,” Jack explains as everyone starts to snicker.
“Wait, how old were you guys when it all started?” Roger asks, motioning between you and Jack, who grins.
“I was twelve when I started auditioning, but when I actually met her I was fourteen and she was sixteen. We didn’t really start dating till I was sixteen, making her eighteen,” Jack explains the timeline and you grin, reaching for his hand.
“But ask anyone and they’ll tell you we were the closest on set. We were like the best of friends,” You add on and Bailey scoffs.
“Saying best friends is an understatement, y/n. You two were probably closer than that,” she comments and you blush.
“I mean, she’s not wrong,” Trinity adds, making you and Jack smile at each other.
“Anyways!” Jack cuts back in with a roll of his eyes at your castmates. “I was going to take a picture after putting the blanket over her, but she surprised me by pulling me down with her. I tried getting up, but I kid you not, this girl has an iron grip so I gave up and fell asleep with her,” Jack explains with a shrug and Bailey laughs.
“That’s where I come in. I found them that way and took a picture. That was the first of many times we started finding him and her asleep cuddling somewhere,” Bailey explains through her laughter.
“It wasn’t until about maybe a third of the way through filming we found out they’d started dating, so we told Jack he was out of the game because he’d have it too easy to get the pictures,” Jamie adds on and the rest of you all laugh.
“I think they shoulda let me keep playing, really,” Jack says with a frown and Trinity laughs.
“But you already have a whole bunch and we’re not even playing anymore! You have a whole album dedicated to her sleeping,” Trinity comments and you smirk at him.
“She’s got you there,” You tell him with a giggle.
“Yeah. Yeah. It’s not my fault my girlfriend sleeping is cute,” he deflects and you all laugh more at him.
“It’s actually so well documented that there’s a behind the scenes video of it. James thought it was so funny, he decided to put it in the behind the scenes,” Trinity adds on and everyone agrees, nodding.
“So if you get it on DvD you can see just how much fun we all had,” Bailey adds and Roger smiles.
“Ok. Next question,” Roger tells you before pausing to look down at his note card.
“Most likely to mess up a stunt,” Roger reads out and you all take a moment to think about it.
“Jack…” Bailey speaks up first again as she holds back a laugh and he slowly grins.
“Really?!” Trinity asks as Jamie starts saying “Whoa… whoa.”
“So call him out, why don’t you,” Jamie comments with a playful roll of his eyes.
“But not like messing up! Messing up sounds… bad, like, I don’t think messing up a stunt is necessarily a bad thing. Like I have literally… I…” she starts to explain her reasoning, but Trinity cuts her off.
“And you have like really hard stunts, too,” Trinity comments as she looks at Bailey.
“Yeah. Thank— who, me?” Bailey asks as she points to herself while looking at Trinity.
“Oh, Jack,” Trinity clarifies as she points at him and he hums at her.
“Y/n had some pretty hard ones too,” Jack comments as he looks at you.
“That I did,” you agree as you nod.
“Well who injured themselves the worst during that process?” Jamie asks as he leans back in his chair to look at Jack.
“Filming?” Bailey asks for clarification.
“I mean I probably got the most scraps and bruises, but like, I film longer, so,” Jack explains, using his hands as he talks.
“That is true!” Jamie agrees as he looks away from Jack now.
“Exactly, you did harder stunts. It’s fair, but listen I’ve got a face full of like those white balls—” Bailey talks with Jack about it and you snort when Jamie grimaces.
“What?” Bailey asks, pausing as she looks at you and turning beet red from holding in a laugh.
“Jamie totally got where my brain went…” you comment, laughing and Jack’s eyes widen.
“Babe! You had them, too!” he shouts when he understands and you fight to hold back another laugh.
“No. I didn’t mean that!” he shouts and now you bust out laughing alongside Jamie.
“Ok… anyway I had them on my face because of a stunt, so… stunts go wrong,” Bailey goes right back to what she was saying.
“They really do go wrong. I think I may beat Jack in who got hurt worse, remember?” You question and Jack's eyes widen as he looks at you.
“Oh my gosh, I completely forgot about that. Please don’t make me relive it,” he groans, covering his face.
“What stunt? I don’t remember a stunt going wrong?” Bailey asks and you nod.
“You wouldn’t. It was just Spider, Neteyam, Tuk, Lo’ak, Kiri, and Chickadee,” You inform her with a shake of your head.
“Jack absolutely freaked out,” You tell her and she gives an ‘ahhh’.
“Wait, are we talking about the one where you and Spider go flying?” Trinity asks and you nod.
“Yeah. Without giving too much away, I was originally supposed to land safely on the pad next to Jack, but got caught on something and just landed wrong,” you explain and Bailey sits up in her seat.
“Was that why you sat out for four weeks in Jack's trailer that one time?” she asks and you nod.
“Yeah. I wasn’t allowed to do much with a freshly broken arm. So I just stayed in. Plus my pain meds were in his trailer. I was just going to stay in the rental house, but someone didn’t want that,” you explain with a playful eye roll.
“I wanted to make sure my best friend -at the time- who had a habit of not taking her meds when she’s supposed to, did. Is that so bad?” he asks and you giggle, shaking your head.
“No, I suppose not. You were just making sure I was ok,” you agree softly with him and he smirks.
“Well I guess I did that job like a champion,” he slyly comments, making both you and Bailey groan.
“Jack, honey. That was so cringe, my love,” you tell him while laughing with Bailey, who lets out a ‘see!’ while pointing to him.
“Well, you like my cringe, so…” Jack trails off while crossing his arms playfully and you laugh some more.
“I mean, you’re not wrong,” you agree with him and he smiles at the camera, bouncing his eyebrows.
“See guys, she loves me,” he comments with a smirk and you shake your head.
“That I do,” you tell him before leaning over just ever so slightly to kiss his cheek.
“Awe thanks, babe!” he shouts out in a happy, high-pitched tone, making you and Bailey laugh even harder.
“Goodness, your mom’s right, sweetheart. You are a dork,” you tell him and he only smirks again.
“Yeah, but I’m your dork,” he cheekily states, making you and Bailey burst out laughing.
“Jaaaack, you did not. You cheese ball!” Bailey yells out, only making you laugh harder.
“Anyway, stunts go wrong!” she finally finishes her point and everyone agrees.
“Alright, onto the next question, then?” Roger asks when all of you calm down and you nod at him.
“Most likely to be swearing too much on set?” Roger asks as he reads off the card.
“Jack…” Bailey comments first again, laughing and you start laughing with her.
“What?!” Trinity shouts as she looks at Bailey.
“No. Definitely not me,” Jack denies as he points at himself.
“Wait, NO! This has to be the adult cast,” Bailey amends what she said as she looks at Roger.
“This is so easily…!” Jack shouts, trailing off as he leans back and rubs his leg.
“This is Slang…” Bailey adds as she looks at Jack and pauses.
“Sam!” Trinity yells out in shock as she looks at Bailey in disbelief.
“I was gonna say Sam!” Jack agrees with Trinity as he sits up in his seat.
“You had more scenes with Sam then I did,” Bailey adds and Jack nods.
“Good point, good point,” Jack agrees with a shrug.
“Because going around with the swear jar, you and me. Sam was our primary contributor,” Trinity explains as she points between herself and Jack as you just sink back in your chair while Jamie looks at you.
“I mean, he’s Australian, ya know. Like, but yeah,” Jack adds while shrugging before relaxing his hands on his legs again and Bailey laughs.
“There’s going to be Australians who are like, I do not cuss,” Bailey casually jokes as she lays her arms on the armrests of her chair.
“Sam would try really hard in front of us. He put in a good effort. I remember one time he came up to me and he’s just like, ‘I’m sorry, Trinity. Colorful language comes naturally to Australians’,” Trinity explains as she does a perfect impression of Sam, making everyone laugh.
Jack leans forward as he laughs and rubs his eyes before sitting back in his chair with a grin on his face. Jamie continues to eye you and you shake your head at him.
“That’s funny,” Bailey comments before it all settles down again.
“Ok. But who out of the kids?” Roger asks and Jamie smirks as you roll your eyes at him.
“What? What are you thinking over there?” Bailey asks Jamie and he only smirks more.
“Oh, nothing…” he comments with a light chuckle when he sees you avoiding him.
“No, what?” Bailey asks again and he chuckles.
“I was just thinking out of all us kids, the one who swore most was Y/n,” he commends and Jack’s eyes widen.
“Nooooo! That’s so true!” Jack adds before letting out a small ‘oww’ as you smack his arm.
“It is not,” you add as he rubs the spot and chuckles.
“Oh, it so is. What about that time in my trailer huh?” he asks and you blush, making him chuckle again.
“She was doing homework and she got very frustrated. She shoved her books off the table and yelled the f-word,” Jack explains and Trinity’s eyes widen.
“I remember that!” Trinity adds as she points at Jack, who nods.
“Ok. So I’d get a little frustrated sometimes, so what?” You shrug and try to play it cool, making them all laugh.
“Ok. Ok. Can we move on from making fun of me please! School was very hard for me, ok?!” You shout, feeling embarrassed as you hide your face and everyone laughs.
“Ok. Moving on. Most likely to forget their lines?” Roger reads off the cards in his hands.
“Ohhh…” Jamie says as it goes quiet for a moment.
“This is not a nice one,” Bailey comments as she plays with her fingers.
“I feel like we’ve all… we’ve… done a pretty good job,” Trinity speaks up and trails off a bit.
“Yeah,” Bailey agrees as Trinity turns to Jamie.
“Have we?” she asks as she continues to look at Jamie.
“I think everyone is pretty genuinely good at their lines,” Jack comments as he touches his chin in compilation.
“I can’t remember what times when we…” Trinity comments before Jack cuts her off.
“I can’t think of anyone that consistently…” Jack starts, but this time Bailey cuts him off.
“Also you and y/n have some fun improv as well,” Bailey comments as she uses her thumb to point to you and Jack, who scratches at his ear as he turns to talk to her.
“Yeah,” both you and Jack agree at the same time.
“You guys are so good,” Trinity adds and you smile over at her.
“You guys just go off and either one of them will be doing a scene where they’re walking out and one of them will just start cursing,” Bailey starts to explain and Jack laughs but you stop her for a moment.
“No. No. Those ones were all Jack, all I did was act along with what he was doing,” you comment and Bailey rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, but like you did so good at just falling into whatever he’d do. It was so fun to watch,” Bailey expresses with a small eye roll.
“Yeah…” Jack agrees with her as Trinity laughs.
“The one where I was roasting you,” Jack comments as he sits up and points at Jamie.
“Yeah and y/n just joins right on in…” Jamie comments with a roll of his eyes like he’s annoyed and you giggle.
“Jack started it! I just went along for the ride!” You defend yourself and you all laugh.
“I’m not gonna say the specific scene, but there’s a scene where I-” Jack starts to try explaining, but Jamie cuts him off.
“That wasn’t even a scene. That was just in the trailer, man,” Jamie comments and everyone starts laughing.
Jack bends over and puts his head on top of his crossed arms as you lean your head back. You both simultaneously sit straight again, but still have grins on your faces.
“It’s everyday life,” Trinity comments with a nod of her head.
“Look at your… look at your big feet,” Jamie imitates with a comical tone as he playfully rolls his eyes.
“Everyday… the one scene aside from the lunch breaks,” Jack explains as Jamie goes on with the funny imitation, ‘look at your big blue head.’”
“Yeah. The lunch breaks, yeah. Yeah,” Jaime agrees before Jack sits back in his chair.
“And y/n would always join in,” Trinity adds and you roll your eyes.
“What can I say, it was fun,” you playfully admit with a shrug and everyone laughs.
“We do get to do a lot of improv which is really fun. We created our own- the reef kids created— which is me, Duane and Filip— we created our own, like, rock paper scissors,” Bailey starts to explain, using her hand to motion out a half attempted rock move.
“It’s like crocodile, akula, something else, like it’s really weird,” she explains with a shake of her head.
“I have my own thing for that,” Jack comments as he points to himself. “I know how to win every rock paper scissors.”
“He does and he does it every single time!” You exclaim and Bailey laughs.
“What? You make eye contact?” Bailey asks him and you perk up.
“No. Do one right this second,” Jack tells her as he lifts his hands into position and so does she, making you watch your boyfriend intently with a smirk.
“Rock, paper-” they both start to chant, but get thrown off.
“Ok, rock, paper, scissors,” they both chant as they both do the hand motions.
“Black hole!” Jack shouts, lifting his hands and making a circle and Bailey makes a funny sound in her shock.
“I win,” Jack adds on as he grins proudly.
“But the thing is, just in the airport the other day I beat you like four rounds in rock paper scissors,” Trinity comments with a grin and you gasp.
“No, he didn’t. He told me he won!” You tell her and her eyes widen.
“Jack. You lied to y/n?! How could you?!” she playfully jokes as he sits up.
“We don’t have to talk about that!” Jack shouts as he puts his hand on his cheek.
“Until I did the black hole and I won, so clearly black hole sucks everything, transports it to another dimension and I win. So no, I didn’t lie,” Jack shouts as he uses his hands to get his point across.
“You know you become spaghetti if you go into a black hole?” Bailey calmly asks Jack and you giggle, already knowing what Jack’ll say.
“Spaghettify,” Jack adds as he points at her, making you laugh harder when he says exactly what you knew he’d say.
“O…k… whatever…” Bailey comments, unimpressed as she turns away from him.
“Next question,” Bailey adds, trying to move on.
“I love you, Neil Degrasse Tyson!” Jack shouts as he points to the camera and you start to laugh again.
“He may even love him more than me. He made me watch that Cosmos one that came out in 2014 like once a month,” you comment though your laughter and Jack rolls his eyes.
“I do not…” Jack plays coy, making you laugh harder.
“Babe. I love you, but you totally do. At this point I can quote the 2014 and the 2020 one by heart,” you joke and he shrugs.
“But it’s so interesting, isn’t it?” he asks you and you stop laughing to look at him.
“I mean, yeah actually, you got me there. It really is,” you agree with a shrug and Bailey rolls her eyes at the two of you.
“Ok. Really, next question,” Bailey jokes as she motions for Roger to move on and he chuckles.
“Ok. Who’s most likely to give the best life advice?” Roger reads off his cards again and you smile.
“Kate Winslet,” Bailey says again without hesitation and you nod.
“I totally agree. When I was stressed and struggling, she came over to me and was all like, ‘Look honey, you’re gonna struggle through life, it's just a part of it. What matters is how you fight back.’ I don’t know, it stuck with me,” you explain with a shrug after imitating her and sitting back in your chair.
“I want to say Slang,” Jack comments and you grin at him as Bailey gasps.
“Oh my God, I love Slang. He does,” Bailey whines out as she holds her hands to her chest.
“He gives us- also ok, so Kate came for two weeks to film and then she came back to do reshoots and in that little time she impacted all of us so much,” Bailey explains with her hands.
“I think she impacted y/n most, though,” Jack comments as he points at you and you nod.
“She really did! Like when I see her I just see stars around her. She’s so awesome. I have loved her since first seeing Titanic when I was younger, so meeting her was like a dream come true really,” you explain while grinning and Jack smiles at you.
“She’s such a hopeless romantic. Titanic is her favorite romance movie,” Jack explains and you nod.
“Well, how isn’t it yours?! Jack literally died to save her. That’s romantic right there!” You defend your reasons and Jack smirks.
“It’s definitely not because his name is Jack, right?” he jokingly prods at your side and you blush.
“I mean, it’s definitely a plus that I can imagine that it’s my Jack just because of the name,” you coyly state as you bounce your eyebrows at the camera and Jack groans, rubbing his face.
“She literally pushes all her hopeless romantic energy on to me,” he jokes and you grin at him.
“And you love it,” you state with a mischievous grin and he shrugs.
“Can’t say I don’t,” he adds and you giggle softly at his little shrug.
“Anyway, back to what I was saying,” Bailey cuts in again with a playful eye roll and you laugh, reaching for her hand to give it a squeeze as an apology for interrupting her monologue of thoughts.
“But then Slang who was with us for the year and a half just- he’s just, like, the sweetest,” Bailey finishes off as she puts her hands together.
“He’s the nicest guy you’ll ever meet, unless he’s in character,” Trinity adds on with a grin.
“That’s true!” Bailey calls out, pointing at Trinity as you and her start to laugh.
“Oh, yeah, that is so true,” Jack agrees as he sits forward in his chair and points at them.
“Cause like when Slang goes into that character, it’s just…” Jack tries to explain.
“Hardcore?” Trinity adds in for him.
“Just rage and all that… stuff. But Kate, I was gonna say I only met Kate like a couple times, but the couple times I did, like she’s one of the most genuine people that you’ll meet,” Jack explains.
“You say that ‘cause she’s the only one that was able to calm y/n’s panic that one day,” Bailey comments and Jack's eyes widen.
“No, I mean, it was definitely a sweet moment to watch her calm her when it was a rare moment that I couldn’t, but genuinely Kate was just all around nice and sweet,” Jack defends himself and you giggle.
“Babe, I think Bailey’s just joking with you about it,” you tell him and he sighs.
“Of course she is,” he comments with a roll of his eyes.
“Ok. Ready for the next question?” Roger asks and you all nod. “Ok. Most likely to be the mother of the group?”
“Trinity,” Jamie comments, pointing at her.
“Yeah. Well, I have… yeah… that’s hard,” Bailey comments while agreeing with Jamie.
“Well, yeah, Bailey— ok I will say Trinity is very like… like ya know, she cares a lot, but Bailey is also the type of person that will be like ‘Oh! You have something on your face!’”, Jack explains as he motions someone licking their thumb and cleaning the other person's face.
“You know what I mean?” he asks as he sits back nonchalantly and Bailey starts to laugh.
“No, like, cause the other day she’s like, ‘your mascara’s smudged’, and like—,” Trinity adds as she shows the motion of someone fixing it.
“I literally have like a trapped survivor kit in my bag, so like I have bandaids, I have like multiple types of lip balm—” Bailey starts to try explaining and Jack laughs.
“You do? So does y/n. Literally carries it everywhere with us. One time I cut myself and she just pulls a bandaid out of her pocket all like, ‘oh, here babe’,” Jack jokes and you roll your eyes.
“It never hurts to be prepared,” you comment with a shrug.
“I literally have gas x— which comes in handy more times than you think. I have mints, like all the things,” Bailey finishes.
“Yeah…” both Trinity and Jack add on.
“But then yes, when it comes to press especially, I’m on it. We did like three reels today,” she adds on and Trinity laughs.
“Yeah! She’s- she’s- she- We were having a social media internship right now from Bailey,” Trinity jokes and Bailey starts to laugh.
“We, yeah…but no. I was gonna say y/n is the mother hen of the group, she’s like me and Bailey combined,” Trinity explains and Jack snaps, pointing at her.
“It’s so true. She’s always prepared for any situation with snacks or even just like water and when she does check in on you it’s like super caring and sweet,” Jack comments and you laugh.
“Jack, honey. You have to say that, you're my boyfriend,” you tell him, patting his arm.
“No, but it’s so true though, you're like the perfect mix of caring and understanding, yet totally obsessive that everyone around you is doing ok,” he tells you and you just shake your head.
“It’s actually so true, y/n,” Bailey tells you as she nods, grinning.
“Ok, ok. I’m the mother hen of the group, I guess,” you agree with a shrug.
“Ok, well, that’s all the questions we have for you all today,” Roger tells you guys as he stands from his chair and you all smile, nodding.
Together we all get our mics taken off before separating to head to our cars and head to the next interview of the day.
The End…
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i get this feelin' i may know you (as a lover and a friend)
summary: the search for your father only serves to shine a light on your past. is it finally time to stop running from it?
author's note: so this is longer than i expected and probably too niche but i had fun with it. hope you enjoy <3
warnings: mentions of reader being beaten, implied smut, reader has some daddy issues, winter soldier!bucky, reader is sort of a black widow but not really, and i think that's it, but feel free to let me know if i missed anything!
word count: 5.7k (oops)
Every love story boils down to one simple fact in the end—two people have met that now find life unbearable without one another. Only occasionally does that fact mean the pair will live happily ever after. Only occasionally does love really win the day. Sometimes it simply ends.
It certainly did for you and Bucky.
In fact, looking back, you would say that falling in love with him had only ruined things.
x
His eyes are blue, the bluest you’ve ever seen. With his own mind—even traces of it—behind them, they are nothing less than piercing. You can’t help but wonder what they would look like with love shining in them.
“You will listen to the Soldier’s instructions to the letter, yes?”
You nod and the man smiles—a slow, sickening thing that makes your stomach twist.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Good.”
Then, he exits the room, leaving you alone with the most feared killer of this decade—any decade—the Winter Soldier.
x
Glass cuts through the skin of your knees like a knife through butter and you wince as you fall to the floor of Bucky’s living room.
Well, you hope it’s his living room.
The still bleeding wound in your side had clouded your judgement, but you were almost certain this was Bucky’s window.
You get to your feet, take in the room surrounding you. A picture of Bucky and his old friend Steve Roger’s sits on a bookshelf in the corner. There’s another man—the Falcon, you’re almost positive—with him in another photo, and you know you’re in the right place.
You ignore the glass crunching under your shoes and go in search of the bathroom.
“You could have called.”
You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of the voice—at the sound of Bucky again, after so long.
“And, you’re going the wrong way. You’ll only find a snack in that direction.”
You blow out a breath, turn to face him.
“Could you stop being such a smart-ass for five seconds and help me?”
It’s sharper than you would usually be, but your side really hurts, and, besides, it’s not like he doesn’t deserve it.
It’s only then he seems to notice the blood soaking through your shirt and it springs him into action. He has your shirt rucked up and is cleaning the wound before you can think.
“You really could have called, you know,” he murmurs into the silence of his bathroom.
The first aid kit is splayed over his counter and he reaches for a needle. You wince in anticipation, though the sharp pain you expect never comes.
He always did have the gentlest touch.
“I didn’t want to bother you.” You look anywhere but at him, study a spot in the grout of his tile instead.
He quirks a brow. “So, you broke my window?” He clicks his tongue. “I thought I taught you better technique than that.”
You sigh, annoyed. “You were the first person I thought of, okay?”
You try to ignore what that says about you.
“S’okay,” he hums. “I was only teasing.”
“You kind of lost that privilege, don’t you think?” You grumble under your breath.
He ignores it, continues with the stitches.
While he’s busy, you take the opportunity to look at him—really look at him—for the first time since you’d crawled through his window.
“Your hair is shorter,” you murmur.
He hums. “Oh, yeah. I cut it.” He shrugs, continues to not meet your eyes. “Thought it would help me to feel like…me.”
You nod, let silence fall over the pair of you again.
“Are you gonna tell me what happened?”
You shake your head, the word no already on the tip of your tongue. Instead, something makes you tell him the truth.
“I was looking for my Dad,” you whisper.
He glances up at you, something like shock on his face. You’d posed the question, idly, back then—back when he knew you—but, you’d never been serious.
You were sure he was long dead if his life had been anything like your own.
“He’s alive?”
You nod. “I think so.”
“Do you need help?”
“No,” you answer, too quickly. “I’m fine.”
Bucky tilts his head at you, and you know he’s referring to the deep gash going over your middle.
“That was an accident.”
Bucky huffs a laugh, rises to his feet. “Of course it was.”
You find your own feet, feeling more steady than you had when you’d rushed over here—partly due to the juice Bucky had given you before he started working, and partly, you were sure, simply due to his presence.
It's an affect he had always had on you that you desperately wish had faded with time.
“I should get going then.” You don’t wait for a response, heading for the exit—his front door this time—before he can once again offer himself up.
He chases after you, mind six steps ahead, just like always. His hand curls around your wrist. “Listen…if you decide you want help. Or…” He shakes his head. “Or if you just want to talk. You know where to find me.”
You force a smile, friendly though every bone in your body says you shouldn’t be. “Thanks, Bucky.”
Then, you slip out his door, and, hopefully, out of his life one last time.
x
You sit on the floor—a spot you’ve always trusted to do your best thinking—and try to process things.
There’s a part of you that knows this journey is stupid—a little girl’s fantasy. That part is, usually, easy to quiet. Now, though, as you stare at the winding map of information before you, it’s the only voice you seem to hear.
Finally, eyes beginning to cross and words ceasing to make sense, you crawl into bed and pull the covers over your head. Even with everything you know you should be thinking about as you lay there waiting for sleep to take you, your mind only fills with thoughts of Bucky.
Against your will, he fills even your dreams.
It hurts. The pain is all you can think of as red begins to cloud your vision. Your mind goes fuzzy and you stop thinking as blows continue to land all over your body.
This is it, you say to yourself.
Just as you’ve accepted that thought, let yourself float away on a cloud and out of your own body, a flurry of shouting stops all the pain.
Strong arms curl around you, lift.
“You will be okay,” the voice of the Winter Soldier murmurs directly into your ear. “It is over now.”
The scene changes and you’re alone with him, as his tender fingers clean a gash along your thigh. He’s clinical in his movements, as though you don’t lie there half-naked.
You clear your throat, try to find your voice.
“You saved me.” It crackles with use, as though you haven’t spoken for a thousand years, but the Soldier meets your eyes.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
He looks at you, but says nothing. The look in his eyes almost makes you wonder who you’re talking to. There’s a softness there that had only begun to appear in the last few weeks—traces of who he was before Hydra broke him that only you had been allowed to see.
You still weren’t sure why.
“Sir, why did you do it?” You ask again, more insistent this time.
“Bucky,” he mumbles. “My name is Bucky.”
It sounds forced, like he’s trying to convince himself.
“Bucky,” you say, voice as clear and strong as you can muster. “Why did you save me?”
He stares at you. “Someone had to. Someone that…someone that cared.”
Then, he turns his attention back to your wounds, and the conversation is finished.
Again, the scene changes, and moments flash behind your eyelids rapid fire.
The day he first kissed you, the night he had cried in your arms, the day he told you he loved you, the night you had shown him how much you loved him—every moment over the course of those months you had spent together that had solidified the way you felt for one another. And, then, that last day, the way he had kissed you, slipped out of the tent to go into town and promised to return.
He never did.
You wake in a sweat, jolt up in bed. For a minute, you can still feel his hands—metal and flesh—and the way they had made you feel so safe. You take a shuddering breath, try to put yourself back into your skin, back into the moment you really live in.
Bucky doesn’t wait outside, he isn’t coming back, and the love you felt for him changed nothing.
You sigh, find your way out of bed.
You check your phone as your feet find the cold wooden floor and see a message.
Bucky: I could help, you know.
Bucky: You don’t have to do everything alone.
Bucky: I know you don’t trust me, but I wouldn’t let you down again. Let me know if you need me.
Need him? You scoff, even though you’re alone. You don’t need him.
You can’t help but want him, though.
You type out a reply, let him know where to meet you, and go about getting ready.
x
“Hi.”
You smile, nod at him. “Hi.”
“So,” he pauses, kicks at the ground beneath his feet. “This is weird, right?”
You shake your head. “Let’s not talk about that, okay?”
“But–”
“I said you could help, Bucky. I didn’t say we could talk about our past all day. If that’s all you wanted, you can go home.”
Bucky shakes his head, falls into step with you as you start walking. “No, that’s okay. I’ll help.”
x
The day is filled with touches that stop short, unsure of what’s allowed, and looks that you can’t define the meaning of.
After all of it, all you manage to come up with is the name of the old enforcer for Hydra.
Augustus Withers.
It only takes Bucky—with the help of his new wealthy friends and their technology—a few minutes to find he’s changed his name. Only a few more for you to leave a message on his answering machine asking to meet.
It's the end of the day when you and Bucky stand outside your hotel, try to figure out how to say goodbye to each other, when you finally say what you’ve wanted to for several hours.
“This was a bad idea.” You nod, trying to convince yourself, and Bucky. “Thanks for today, but you can go. I’ll work on my own.”
You start to walk away when he stops you cold.
“I know you loved me,” Bucky whispers, venom lacing his words. “I know you did.”
Your eyes go steely, you can see it in the way Bucky’s own change to match, all traces of affection you had seen there gone. “You weren’t exactly Romeo either, Barnes,” you hiss. “If I remember correctly, you left me. Love didn’t seem to matter to you then.”
“You think I wanted to?”
You choke out a laugh, turn on your heel to continue the walk into your hotel.
“I had to!” Bucky’s voice is loud, too loud in the public venue, and you turn on him again with a glare.
“You had to?”
Bucky closes the distance between the two of you with a few steps, only inches away from your face when he speaks again.
“You were hurt—still sick half the time from the pain—and I saw them.”
You tilt your head, the desire to hear his explanation too strong to ignore. “Saw who?”
“Hydra.”
You want to roll your eyes, tell him not to take the easy way out, but there’s something in his eyes—a trace of something from way back when, back when you knew him better than anyone else—that makes you believe him.
Your voice is nothing but a whisper when you ask, “Really?”
“Yes.” He nods. “Yes, honey.” You can tell he wants to reach for you, but he doesn’t. “I couldn’t go back, not and lead them right to you. So, I left. Jumped from town to town for months and finally lost them.” He shakes his head. “By then…I thought you’d be too mad at me for me to come back so I…didn’t.”
You remember one of the last things he had said to you, tangled together in a tent on a snowy hillside in a town neither of you remembered the name of.
“Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done,” Bucky whispers. “It’s like…it’s only you and me, in the whole world, and we could do anything.”
“You could have,” you murmur, vulnerable in a way you had only ever been with him. “I would have let you.”
“Yeah?” He hums, quiet suddenly.
You nod. “Spent weeks waiting for you. Even later, when I’d moved on to a new place, I still half expected you to knock on my door.”
“I could…I could come up with you.” Bucky offers. “We could talk.”
Suddenly, the situation catches up with you and you step away from him. It’s too much, you reason, too much too fast.
You can’t.
“I should get to bed. It’ll be an early day tomorrow.”
Bucky nods, seems to realize you’ve shut down. “Okay.”
“See you then?”
He nods again, swallows. Part of you wants to comfort him, another, louder part of you knows you can’t.
You walk into the hotel, alone, and never turn back.
x
The bar is dingy, even in the middle of the day. Bucky’s hand finds the small of your back, guides you through the maze of empty chairs. The touch makes your skin trill with electricity, even through your shirt.
You ignore it.
Three men sit on barstools, several more play pool in the corner, but, you suspect the one you’re after sits at a table, alone—staring.
“Buck,” you murmur. “I think that’s him.”
“You sure?”
You nod. “I feel it.”
The pair of you cross the room, stand in front of his table.
You chance a question. “Joseph?”
He nods, a smile spreading across his face that immediately changes it from scary to that of an old man.
“That’s me.” He gestures to the seats surrounding him. “Please, sit.”
You do, and he starts to talk.
“My name was Augustus.” He shakes his head, quirks a brow. “Ma sure had a good sense of humor, hm? Named me after an emperor and I spent most of my life doing the bidding of men much more powerful than I was.”
Bucky, apparently eager to get him back on track, asks, “How did you get away?”
The man shakes his head, looks at you with sadness in his eyes. “It was the day your mama died that finally did it for me.”
You knew, logically, that something horrible had to have happened for the Red Room to get their hands on you. You knew your parents were probably dead—at least one of them. But, to hear it put so plainly, to know for sure, still takes your breath away, makes your heart stutter in your chest.
Bucky’s hand finds yours, squeezes. “You okay,” he murmurs.
You nod, a jerky thing that’s obviously a lie.
“How did she die?” You ask, though it feels like daggers slicing your skin.
“Me,” he says, simply. “I asked for forgiveness long ago—from God, the universe, whatever you want to call it—and it never really helped.” He nods, slowly. “No, I knew to really put it to bed, I’d have to ask you for forgiveness, knowing you might never give it to me.” He shrugs. “Wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t.”
You swallow, take a breath. You almost get up, spit in his face or choke him or kill him, right on the spot. A thousand scenarios run through your mind until you settle on a question.
“What happened?”
He heaves a sigh. “They wanted you real bad, but your daddy…no way he was giving you up.” He shakes his head. “That was where I came in. I solved things for them—that was my job. So, I watched your parents, waited for a day when your Mom was driving.” He pauses, then explains, “I thought she’d be less likely to look at who was tailing her. And I ran her off the road.” He takes a breath, lost in a memory. “I knew she was dead when I saw her, the impact…” He trails off. “But, your daddy, he was just knocked out. So, I worked quick—got you out of your car seat and drove away before he was any wiser.” He shakes his head, something like a chuckle leaving his lips. “You know, I’ve waited for him to show up on my doorstep, take his pound of flesh, but he never has.” The man stops, takes a drink from his beer. “I gave you to them, and then I left—slipped into different cities and identities until they just…stopped looking.”
You can’t breathe, heart thudding wildly beneath your ribs.
“I’m so sorry.” He reaches out to touch your hand, but stops short. “You deserve to know the truth. It’s just not fair it has to be me to tell it to you.”
“Is my dad alive?”
The man nods. “Far as I know.”
“Do you know where he is?”
He shrugs. “I’d suspect he’s not too far away from you.”
“Wh-what?”
The man leans forward. “If I knew your father at all—and I did get to know him, at least partly—if he knows you’re alive, he’s watching over you.”
Too overwhelmed to keep sitting there, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom.
A place to hide.
You look at yourself in the mirror, splash water on your face.
Your mother died for you. Your father, maybe, watches and waits.
“I’ll find you,” you murmur. “You don’t have to hide from me.”
You speak almost as if he can hear you.
Maybe he can.
x
Walking back, you stop short, hide behind the nearest wall, when you hear the two men still talking.
“You in love with her?”
Bucky sputters on what you assume is his drink. “What?”
You hear the other man sigh.
“Sometimes, people stick with you, you know?”
Peeking around the cold brick, you see Bucky nod.
“It’s like…like when you’re walking and it starts to snow,” the man explains. “Suddenly, the cold seeps into your bones and everything looks the same. You can’t move. People—they’re snowstorms sometimes. They leave you there, stranded and stuck, and you have to find your way out. You have to forgive them.”
You just barely see Bucky shake his head in the darkness of the bar.
“It wasn’t like that…not with us.”
The man shrugs. “So you were the storm.” He leans back in his chair, takes a long drink of his beer. “The point remains the same, son. Forgive yourself—and maybe she will, too.”
You take the break in conversation as an opportunity to return to your chair.
“I miss anything?”
Both men shake their heads, but Joseph is the only one who answers you.
“Nothing worth repeating.” He smiles.
You all say goodbye to each other, and you leave Joseph with as much forgiveness as you can provide.
Not enough, you’re almost positive.
x
Bucky walks beside you, the pair of you knocking into each other on every other step.
You don’t mind.
“You still smell like the bar.”
Laughter, then, “That bad?”
“No.” Bucky shakes his head. “Like liquor and…smoke. Winter.” He shrugs, then murmurs, “I like it.”
You quirk a brow, slow to a stop as you reach the front door of the hotel. “Yeah?”
He nods, a strange look on his face.
You’d almost call it love.
“It was nice to see you today,” you whisper.
“You, too.”
“Tomorrow?”
He smiles, a soft thing. “Tomorrow.”
x
You’re still trying to figure out how you’ve managed to learn so many sad truths today and still stay upright as your door closes behind you. For just a minute, you lean against it, think of your mother, of Bucky, how everything seems intertwined.
You might be falling in love with him all over again.
It’s then that a voice cuts through the dark.
“Hi, honey.”
You jump out of your skin, reach blindly for the light switch. A man sits at the tiny desk, fingers absently rubbing over a photo of your mother you’d found in a newspaper last year—a picture from back when she was a dancer.
Back before you got her killed.
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t touch that. You’ll…you’ll ruin it.”
“Oh?” He asks, almost unaware of what you mean. “Oh! Yes, sure.” He puts the photo down and stands.
“Who are you?”
“You don’t recognize me?” He shakes his head. “I don’t expect you to, I suppose. You were only five.”
Then, his features begin to fall into place, years fall away, and you realize the hazy picture of the man you remembered from childhood is standing in front of you.
“Dad?”
“Sweetie.”
You cross the room, hug him before you can think twice. His arms wrap around you, strong in their embrace, even though he has to be nearing sixty.
“Oh, I missed you.”
You pull back to look at him. “You…you really were around all this time?”
He nods. “I saw you had talked to Augustus and…I thought you deserved to hear how it happened for me.”
“Okay.” You sit on the bed, cross-legged like a little kid. “I’m listening.”
He takes his seat at the desk once again, though this time, he scoots the chair closer to you, and begins to speak.
“Your mom…” He trails off, shakes his head. You can see he’s lost in memories you can only imagine, so you wait. “She was beautiful,” he whispers, finally. “And perfect.” He meets your eyes. “You look just like her.”
You chuckle, duck your head. “Thank you,” you murmur, quiet, hoping not to disrupt the spell he seems to be under.
“That day…” he stops, swallows around what must be a lump in his throat. “She was gone before she could know what happened to her…to you. I woke up alone and I knew whatever running we had done was for nothing.”
“Not for nothing.” You shake your head. With what could only be described as blind faith, you reach out and place your hand over his, squeeze. A gesture you hope offers comfort, though it comes from someone almost like a stranger.
“No.” He smiles. “Not for nothing, I suppose.”
There’s quiet for several long moments and your skin practically vibrates with the desire for him to speak again, for him to tell you stories—anything—that paints a picture of your life before the Widows.
Finally, he shakes his head. “I couldn’t save you from it—the fear, the pain—none of it.” A soft smile spreads across his face. “Someone did, though.”
As you think of Bucky—all he did for you—you can’t help but smile yourself. “Yes.”
He nods, doesn’t pick at you for more of the story. Somehow, he seems to understand there isn’t anymore you’re willing to say.
Instead, he shrugs. “I stayed in the shadows and looked for you. The day I realized you were free…out on your own…I made a promise to myself—and your mother—to always look out for you.”
Your father turns towards you, moves to take your hands in his own. “I never left you, you know.” He shakes his head. “You were never alone. Not really. Not for one minute.”
There’s a desperation in his voice—a desperation to be taken seriously, to know you believe him—that makes you nod, smile at him.
“I’m safe, Dad.” You nod. “I am.”
“You are, aren’t you.” He smiles, but it quickly falls. “The Red Room is gone, I know that, but Hydra isn’t—not entirely. Looking for me with Bucky, it’s a dangerous game. They’d take him—maybe you, too—in a second.”
You nod. “I know.”
He rises to his feet. “I should go.”
“Really?”
He nods, leans forward to kiss your forehead. “You’ll see me again, soon. I won’t hide anymore.” He looks you in the eye. “I promise, baby.”
You nod. “Alright.”
He leaves you with a phone number, and then he slips out your front door as easily as he had appeared.
x
You wake the next day to insistent knocking on your front door. For a minute, last night feels like a dream—something you can’t get your fingers around—but, somehow you know it was real.
You run a hand over your face, cross the room to look through the peephole.
You find Bucky.
Pulling the door open you say, “Hi, Bucky. Isn’t it early?”
He chuckles. “Not really.”
You turn around, look at the clock on your nightstand.
10:00 pm flashes at you in angry red numbers.
“Oh.” You sigh. “I’m sorry. Last night was…weird. I must have just fallen asleep.”
“It’s okay.” He shakes his head. “You just…you hadn’t answered any calls or texts.” He shrugs. “I was worried.”
“I’m okay.” You laugh. “Just tired, I guess.”
He nods, chuckles. “I’ll go then.”
“Hey, Bucky,” you call before he can get too far.
“Yeah?”
“It’s New Year’s Eve,” you murmur, hoping the nerves in your voice aren’t as evident to him as they are to you.
Somehow, you know they are.
“I was thinking…you could stay?” There’s a question there, something you would almost call hope.
It takes Bucky only a moment to reply, “Of course.”
x
You put one of those New Year’s shows on television, if only to see the ball drop.
You can’t remember the last time you watched it with someone.
Takeout containers sit abandoned on the desk as you crawl across the bed to sit next to Bucky. It’s familiar, this closeness, and you allow yourself to admit how much you’ve missed it.
It's not long now until midnight—ten minutes at the most—and the room feels charged in a way it hadn’t moments ago.
You’re acutely aware of the feeling of Bucky’s thigh against yours, acutely aware of the steady pulse of his breathing.
On the television, Auld Lang Syne plays, an old song for a new year and you feel…alive.
“C’mere, baby,” Bucky hums. “Come here and kiss me. Please.”
“Bucky…”
“Let’s forget. If only for tonight,” he says. “Let’s forget it all and be the people we used to be.”
You close the distance between the pair of you before he can say anything else.
x
Later, Bucky runs gentle fingers up and down your arm. “Would it…would it really be so bad if we fell in love again?”
“You think we could?” you whisper. “You think you could fall in love with me again?”
“It would be easy.” Bucky nods. “Especially considering I never really stopped.”
You lean up on your elbow, search his eyes. You find only truth. “Bucky…”
“Honey, that’s the truth,” he murmurs. “I knew you even when I didn’t know myself.”
You smile, rest your head on his chest once again. “You were my best friend until…”
You feel the way his heart jumps.
“I forgot all of it,” Bucky murmurs. “The pain, the ending. Your lips tasted just like home.”
x
You wake alone—the first sign something is wrong.
Bucky had never let you wake up after without holding you.
“Bucky?”
It’s not a big room, so it’s obvious he’s not there. The light isn’t even on in the bathroom.
It’s only when you get out of bed that you see the disheveled mess that is the nightstand on Bucky’s side—a knocked over lamp, scratched up wood.
It makes your blood go cold.
You call the first person you can think of.
x
“You only have to ask, baby,” he says. “I would do anything for you.”
Though you’ve only just been reintroduced, something in his eyes shows you he’s telling the truth.
“Daddy,” you mumble, tears threatening to break your voice. “Please, help me find him. Help me save him.”
He leans over, kisses your head. “Of course, baby.”
x
It’s only a few hours later that you find yourself circling the block around an abandoned warehouse.
“This is it?”
Your father nods. “Hydra took it over years ago. It’s their only local operation. If they took him anywhere, it’s here.”
You reach for the door handle as your dad does the same.
You shake your head. “You don’t have to–”
“No. I lost you once. I’m not losing you again.”
He looks at you and you can see there’s no room for argument.
You can’t help it, you lean across the center console and hug him.
“Thank you.”
He kisses your cheek. “What else are dads for?”
x
You watch from behind a wall—not so differently than you had a few days ago—as they release Bucky’s restraints.
It’s a halfway sort of operation, and you’re hoping they haven’t had time to turn him into their strongest weapon once again when you run across the room, thoughtless to the danger and mindlessly without a plan.
“Stop!”
A man laughs. “The perfect opportunity to test our new Solider.”
With a word, Bucky has his sights set on you.
Love had saved you way back then, when Bucky had fought through his own mind to get you out alive, and now, you would use it to save him.
He had never let you down—not on purpose—and you weren’t about to leave him.
Even if it killed you.
You dodge his fist. “You love it when I play with your hair! You used to let me braid it!”
Another fist.
“I held you the night your mind came back to you—all of it. I watched you cry and come apart and I held you all night.”
Nothing.
“You saved me, you know. In all the ways a person can save another.” You shake your head, swallow tears you don’t have time for. “You took care of me and I took care of you and we fell in love, Bucky! We fell in love and I still love you. I never stopped loving you.” A blow lands against your cheek and it throws you off balance. You glare at him. “I know you’re still in there. I know you still love me.”
You dodge and duck and rattle off memories as quickly as you can until he catches up with you. Flesh fingers curl around your throat—the fact he didn’t use his metal ones gives you the slightest hope you’re getting through to him.
“Baby,” you gasp. “Baby, please.” You look in his eyes, only his eyes, hoping the sight of yours will help him come back. “I know it’s hard, but you have…you have to…have to fight it. Please.” As you lose air, you stop making sense. You can see the black encroaching on the edges of your vision and you scratch wildly at his arm, his chest, anywhere you can reach. “Bucky! Bucky! Bucky!” His name—his real one—the only thing you can say.
Your eyes flutter closed, and you miss the flash of recognition in Bucky’s, the way his fingers finally loosen, as it all goes to black.
x
You wake in a bed that isn’t your own. You’ve gotten so used to scratchy hotel sheets, the cotton under you is obvious. You look around and your eyes land on your father, hunched over, asleep in the chair next to you.
There’s a softness to him that makes you want to care for him, awakens an urge you imagine lives in all daughters.
“Daddy?” You croak, voice still fighting use after…what was it again?
“Daddy,” more insistent this time. He jars, eyes flitting around before they land on you.
“Baby,” he hums. “You’re back.”
“What happened?”
The door creaks open, and in walks Bucky.
It all suddenly comes back to you in a flood.
“Bucky?” Your voice is tentative. “Are you…okay?”
He nods. “You shouldn’t be worrying about me.”
“Of course I’m worried.”
Bucky sighs, sits in the chair on the other side of your bed.
“You don’t need to be.” He looks at you. “Whatever they did didn’t take. Shuri checked while you were sleeping.” He shrugs. “I’m fine.” There’s a sadness in his eyes. “I’m just sorry I did that to you.”
You reach out, take his hand in yours. “You didn’t do anything,” you murmur. “Nothing at all.”
Something like a grin spreads across his face. “I love you,” he hums.
“I love you, too.”
It’s the easiest thing in the world to say—and the truest.
He leans over, hands careful not to put weight on you, and presses a kiss to your lips.
For a moment, you had thought you’d never have this again, and you squeeze his forearm, feeling so lucky.
He pulls away, the way a magnet acts when pulled away from its twin, and sits down once again.
His fingers intertwine with yours and they don’t let go.
Your father leans over, kisses you on the forehead, and says, “I’m so glad I didn’t lose you.”
You smile at him. “You’ll never lose me. Not again.”
Then, belatedly, a question enters your mind. “What happened to the rest of the Hydra guys?”
Bucky chuckles, glances at your father. “Someone had called Steve, and wouldn’t you know, the Avengers showed up not long after you passed out.”
You laugh, relieved and amused. “I’m sorry I missed that.”
Your dad laughs. “You missed Sam tackling Bucky—before he knew he was okay, and all—but, still, it was…it was pretty funny.”
Apparently, while you’ve been asleep, the two men in your life had become friends. Go figure.
You look at them both, the two people you love most in the world, the people who had kept vigil at your bedside, and you can’t help but smile, feeling incredibly grateful for second chances.
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