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ddejavvu · 1 year

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ok but rich boy!james gives you a really fancy beautiful bracelet and you realize once it’s on that it can only come off w a key that he keeps on a chain around his neck😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

"James," You frown, tongue wetting your lip as it pokes out in concentration between then. Your fingers tug and pull at the bracelet around your wrist, unsure why the clasp James had used only hours earlier wasn't working to remove it.

"Yes, darling?" He pops his head into the bathroom, eyes widening slightly when he sees your naked form.

"I can't get it off," You lament, shoving your wrist towards him defeatedly, "I don't want it to get wet in the shower."

"Oh, love," He croons, reaching forwards to take your wrist into his broad, rough palm, "It's waterproof. And it doesn't come off without the key. Don't worry about it, alright? It'll be fine in the shower."

"The key," Your nose scrunches, "What key?"

"This key," He tucks his chin to his chest, which summons a thin roll of pudge under his jaw. He reaches into the neckline of his shirt, pulling out a pretty silver chain, a thin key dangling from the end of it.

"Like this," He slides the key into a miniscule slot on your bracelet, and the latch gives way. It slips off of your wrist and into his palm, and he glances up at you through his lashes.

"James," You gush, cheeks heating up at the intimacy of the gift that you hadn't quite comprehended until now, "That's- ugh, that's so sweet."

"It's meant to be," He chuckles, closing his fist around the bracelet, "Do you want me to put it in your jewelry box, love?"

"No!" You reach for his closed fist, prying his fingers open again, "Put it back on, Jamie. And you can lose the key, I won't need it."

"That's good," James gushes, a fond smile on his face as he latches the bracelet around your wrist once more, "But 'm not losin' the key. 'S gonna stay right over my heart 'til the end of time, darling."

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter scenario #james potter oneshot #james potter one shot #james potter one-shot #james potter headcanon #james potter headcanons #james potter hc #james potter hcs #james potter fanfiction #james potter fanfic #james potter fic #james potter blurb #james potter drabble #james potter dialogue #james potter fluff #james potter x reader fanfiction

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fredbydawn · 11 months

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I will not rest until the rest of MASHblr is as insane about the 80’s office AU ads as I am

So I wanted to compile the ads so I could just post one video and not like a whole YouTube playlist, but I quickly found out that there are SO MANY MASH IBM ads! So I decided to leave out ones that weren’t office related and were more ‘Alan Alda puts on a bunch of different hats’ and ‘Jamie Farr repeatedly tries and fails to enter a building’ and I actually had to cut one ad of Alan and some kids in a classroom that I wanted to put in cuz I think it’s cute.

But anyway, I am always gnawing at the bars of my enclosure thinking of the universe these ads take place in. Like, who flooded the office? Did Trapper ever get to go to Hawaii? Where’s BJ? (JK he’s at a gay picnic)

I feel like there’s a rich vein here and us weirdos, sickos, and perverts need to buckle down and really dig into the potential for office shenanigans.

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izzyspussy · 8 months

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re: those fic ideas always going around about roy bidding on jamie at the next for the children gala

i like imagining sheryl is out for fucking blood this time. she lost jamie that year, then he wasn't there the next (two?) year(s), so now she's fucking determined. she's going to get him god damn it.

so sheryl bids like £6k or whatever, and then keeley as a sort of nostalgic thing bids £8k, and then sheryl bids £10k and there's no bex this year so it seems like maybe that's going to be that, but then roy bids. (he would have stayed out of it if keeley kept bidding, she is an acceptable winner.)

and roy. he's not lazy, obviously, but he hates tedium, he hates repeating himself, he hates attention except for what he wants attention for specifically lmao, and he's got plenty of money to burn. he has something to get done and he wants it done quickly and decisively. so instead of doing normal bids like a normal person, whatever sheryl bids he fucking doubles it.

so he bids £20k. she bids £25k. he bids £50k. she's getting frustrated, she's not into paying this much, but she's fucking determined!! she wants him!!! so she bids £51k. roy bids £102k. everyone's like.... bro omg.

jamie up on stage is like that's so much fucking money. hey, rebecca? hey? that's so much fucking money, actually. that's enough. call it. he gets it, he won. that's so much fucking money. (and like it's part genuine, that really is SO much fucking money, and jamie may be rich now but he grew up poor and that is a lot of fucking money!! but also it's a great excuse to wrap this up, to say okay roy won it's over! and get down.)

and rebecca - slightly shell shocked tbh, but also kind of reading how eager jamie is to get down - is like okay yeah he won that's it. a date with jamie tartt sold to roy kent for 102,000 fucking pounds. and she sends jamie on his way, and there's a lull between him and the next person because everyone is sort of stuck here.

because obviously, no one in this room knows why roy bid, nevermind why he would bid so fucking much. they don't know he didn't necessarily want to win so much as he wanted to make sure no one else did. they don't know he's been haunted by the joke he and keeley made back then ever since he figured out why it was so upsetting to jamie - even though, to be perfectly frank, jamie hasn't figured that out himself, and anyway it didn't make a lasting impression on him, like, it honestly was not that big of a deal in reality, but you know roy kent, any chance he gets to feel like a bad guy he's taking it. so to the outside point of view, roy wanted jamie so bad he was willing to spend £102k to get him. which is honestly a wild bid from anyone, nevermind a) a man and b) a man who could just ask jamie to hang out whenever he wants.

jamie goes right over to him as soon as he gets down from the stage, and he thanks him, and roy tells him he's just making up for last time, and jamie hardly even remembers what he's talking about but it's really fucking nice of him to even care, so he gives him a hug and he says thanks again, not just for this, and roy says he's been fucking honored, and jamie tears up and calls him a prick because they both know he knew that would happen if he said that, and roy does his sinister little laugh because he meant it but he did also do that on purpose, yeah.

and then jamie's like move i'm gay to whoever is sitting next to roy so he can take that seat, because roy just paid £102k (and made quite the grand gesture) so his date with jamie starts right now and goes for as long as roy fucking wants it to thank you very much.

#jack facts #ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #royjamie #hc

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bcacstuff · 2 months

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To begin with, I like Jamie Fraser. I watched OL last year, reading the books at the same time. I must say that it’s a wonderful fantasy!!! But a fantasy, nothing else.

After that, I was very curious about the actor who played him. He is a very attractive guy, tall, good looking and with a very sweet smile.

I consider myself a pragmatic woman and I don’t tend to admire people madly. We all are humans, after all, with flaws and I can’t understand why some people can blindly adore someone.

Well, it’s have been an education to discover your blog ( and some others!!) Blimey!

I think SH is a person who wasn’t very fortunate in his early life, he is an actor, not exactly an A degree, but I can tell many names who are on the super big screen and much worse actors than him, only they were luckier, that’s all.

I’m very fortunate, never had money problems, went to the Uni, got degrees and became a successful professional when 25. Earning enough money, always. Not rich, but traveling, having all the experiences. I wonder how SH went from being almost destitute to travel first class and all that comes around it.

When I read comments in Tumblr, well..

Never mind, but sometimes I wonder why people can be so cruel.

After sending this message I received this additional message (you didn't hit the Anon box on that one but as I'm not sure you want your blogger name out here, I just took the screenshot and left the name out)

So Hi Anon, thanks for your message(s) and sorry for not answering it right away. I just wanted to take some time to answer you.

The way you came to explore things around and about Sam is most likely similar to many others here that follow and read my blog. And the way you consider yourself a pragmatic woman, might be what most people here are as well.

I remember my 'Blimey' when I started to look into things, and that was just around the time Covid hit the world and many things happened in this fandom. It was entertaining but learning about it all was mind blowing as well. A world I never had any knowledge of.

In my younger years, I was a fan of Queen and Freddie Mercury especially, though anything Queen was of interest for me back then. A whole other world as there was no social media and all I could learn was what was written in pop magazines. I pasted all the pics I could find in my school agenda (I still have it) and at the end of the year that schoolagenda grew about 3 times and was held together with tape. And for the rest,I bought all the records, and enjoyed the music. I knew every song by heart.

But this fandom is from a whole other era and nature as well. Social media became a place to say the most horrible things, people would never tell someone at a person's face. It's easy and some people just do not have any filter. In an era where we should learn about communicating it seems we do the opposite. People are more occupied with airing their voice, making their opinion count, and less interested in listening to other opinions, think them through and try to discuss things in a healthy way. Agreeing to disagree or some tolerance for other opinions, is something people are less and less considerate about it seems.

I never intended to start this blog to begin with, but while going along having seen how different opinions were handled, or better said not handled by simply bullying people away or blocking them just because of another opinion, I more or less hoped this blog can be a place where people can differ in opinion, have a place to discuss things in a normal way, without calling each other out or give them names. I don't have an agenda, I do have an opinion sometimes, but it's always subject to change while other or new information comes along or other views on things are expressed. I like to keep a broader view on things and will always say that everyone can form their own opinion and draw their own conclusions from what I report here. And after all, I don't think anybody should get themselves so upset about a different opinion on this blog or about this actor. There are way more important things in this world that are worth to get upset about. Whether an actor is A list or not, or gets an award or not is not one of them.

SH expressed himself a number of times about his youth, upbringing, you could read his book or just watch interviews about how he traveled the world before he became known for OL. I assume in the beginning going from the less fortunate status (financially) to a very fortunate status, is in the beginning something exciting and a person must feel very lucky about it. Though over the years the excitement wears of and you become used to that status. It doesn't mean you feel less lucky though. But it's not always money that makes you feel lucky or happy, I think.

Anyway, I hope you can stay read my blog and not focus on the negatives in the comments, or on other blogs. If you use the word 'cruel', it's a good thing you're not able to see my inbox from time to time. I really don't get why people feel the need to sent a certain kind of messages. I just don't give them the time of day, they're just childish and a waste of time. It's beyond me why they do so and I decided to not try and understand it anymore.

If I intend anything with this blog, it's something like putting things in perspective. It's never only black or white, there are many shades of gray (no pun intended). But in order to see the shades of gray and every other color, there always will be some blacks and some whites as well.

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balu8 · 7 months

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You Have Killed Me

by Jamie S. Rich and Joelle Jones

Oni Press

#oni press #you have killed me #joelle jones #Jamie S. Rich #private eye #comic book

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hockeynoses · 8 months

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rain on me (R/oy x Jam/ie)

Summary: Jamie is sick. He and Roy are cuddled up in bed, and Jamie can't really help himself and accidentally sneezes all over Roy's shirt.

Warnings: Mess! Especially towards the end. 1.3k.

Jamie has managed to catch himself a doozy of a cold, and Roy’s sitting in bed with him, keeping him company. They’re using their bedroom tv that’s usually hidden in a cabinet designed specifically to hide the garish monstrosity, and Roy only lets them use it for very special occasions. He does not want to become that couple that watches the telly in bed every night, thanks very much.

Jamie begs for them to watch some trashy reality show that Roy only knows about against his will. Roy reluctantly agrees. He’s quickly learning that he’s unable to deny Jamie anything when he’s this sick. Red-rimmed puppy dog eyes and a cute, pink, swollen nose will be his downfall.

They start watching sitting up in bed – Jamie with the hope that the upright position will help drain his sinuses, and Roy trying and failing to focus on his book. Jamie rests his head on Roy’s shoulder, only disrupted when he has to twist away every time a sneeze sneaks up on him. Roy has been trying to get him to be better about covering, but Jamie’s just too out of it, and too much of a spoiled mama’s boy for a 100% success rate.

After the first episode, they find themselves horizontal, snug under the covers. Roy’s arm is wrapped around Jamie’s shoulders and Jamie is latched onto his side, practically on top of him. His head rests on Roy’s shoulder. Roy catches Jamie’s eyes closing, his breath slowing as he fully relaxes into the embrace.

“Are you even watching anymore?” Roy asks in a low rumble.

“Yeah, mbate,” Jamie murmurs, and Roy can feel his warm breath through his shirt. “Jusdt leave it on. I like the sound.” He nuzzles further into Roy’s chest, rubbing his squishy, damp nose against the fabric in an attempt to quell an itch.

“Oi! You get snot on my shirt and I’ll make you run extra laps once you’re better.”

“I didn’t!” Jamie argues in a tone that Roy is well familiar with by now. Responding with nothing but a low growl, Roy lets it go.

The minutes pass in a drowsy haze. The rich girls on the screen are arguing about who got invited to what party in the background. Jamie gives a low moan of discomfort and slings a leg around Roy, wrapping him up tighter in his arms. Roy threads a hand through his hair, from the brown roots to the walnut-mist tips. His fingers brush Jamie’s forehead in a sly attempt to gauge his temperature - still too warm for his liking.

Jamie presses into the contact, always desperate for it, and gives a sleepy snuffle and a satisfied hum. His nose twitches, scrunching up, and Roy thinks, momentarily, that he looks like a cute little bunny, before realizing –

“heh…hih’AESSHHH’ih!” Jamie turns into his chest on instinct, spraying Roy’s black t-shirt with a warm, wet sneeze. The material that was in the line of fire turns an even darker shade of black.

“Jamie!”

“S-Sorreh- ehh… heh’ITTSHH’IEW!” This one is more of a glancing blow, wrenching through Jamie and misting Roy’s chest down to his stomach.

“Fuck!” Roy curses, then feels a little guilty as Jamie sits up, grasping for the tissue box he’d left on the bed behind him while his other hand covers the mess on his face.

“Shiiii-ihh- ih’TTSSHH!” A thick-sounding burst that adds to the mess in his hand. Locating the tissues, he pulls out one-two-three of them and buries his face in the bundle. The sound of his long, bubbling noseblow fills the room, until he’s interrupted mid-blow by a harsh, “huh’GGSSHH’IUE!” that fills the tissue to the brim.

He groans into the soiled cotton, finally looking over at Roy to assess the damage. Roy plucks at his shirt and knits his bushy eyebrows together.

“You’re on laundry duty for a week for that.”

Jamie tries his best puppy-dog eyes; he doesn’t have to put too much work into looking pathetic. “I can’t helb it, Roy! I’b sick!” As though any further proof is needed, he barely has time to yank a fresh kleenex from the box before a muffled, congested, “nngk’GSSHT!” gushes out of him.

Roy pins him with a flat, unamused look.

“I said I was sorreh!” Jamie pouts, looking like Rudolph with his chapped, damp nose. “Cadn we still cuddle? It was helbin’ me sleeb.”

“I’m not your own personal human tissue, Jamie.” Roy is determined to put up a protest, but he already knows he’s fighting a losing battle.

“If I don’t get good sleeb, how cadn I get- heh…eh’ERRSSSHSH’IEW! Ugh. How cadn I gedt bedder?” He punctuates his question with a truly awful-sounding noseblow, filling the tissue with all the sludge that had been packed in his sinuses.

Roy growls again, rolling his eyes. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.” Jamie brightens as Roy lays back down. “Just try not to sneeze on me again.” Jamie looks at him like he’s just asked him to swim to China. It’s not gonna happen.

“Oh! I have an idea.” Looking pleased with himself, Jamie plucks a tissue from the box and delicately lays it flat across Roy’s pec. Roy arches a dark brow at him. Several more tissues follow, until Roy’s chest and shoulder are covered in a couple layers of thin, white cotton.

“There!” Jamie says proudly, admiring his handywork. His eyes flutter closed before he curls into his elbow with a chesty, “huh’KIISSHH’ah!” then comes back up, blinking and dazed.

“You’re such a muppet.” Roy’s voice is warm with reluctant affection.

“I’m bein’ considerate.” Jamie wipes his nose with the back of his hand. “Those’ll protect your precious shirt. You kdnow, the onde you have thirty other versions of?”

“And yet somehow, they keep getting covered in the bodily fluids of a certain star striker.”

“You love idt,” Jamie says as he settles his head back down on Roy’s shoulder. Roy’s answering hum buzzes through him as Jamie wraps his limbs around him again. Strong fingers card through Jamie’s hair, light skritches that have him melting into the other man.

“Thaggs, babe.” Jamie gives him a squeeze.

“Mmhmm.” Roy brushes a kiss to the top of Jamie’s head.

The drone of the tv continues in the background, time passing hazy and slow. Jamie is almost lulled back to sleep when an itchy tingle springs to life in the back of his nose. His breath is uneven and he sucks in a sharp gasp - the only warning before he unleashes a dense shower of a sneeze across Roy’s torso. “hih’AEESSHHHUH!” The contents of which dapple the thin barrier of Kleenex.

Roy looks down. “The things I do for love,” he quips with a sigh.

Head swimming, Jamie can’t manage a response before gearing up for what’s sure to be a relentless fit. His chest expands against Roy as his breath hitches, muscles tensing as he’s racked with a full-bodied triple - “ehh…heh…Heh’GKSSHHTT! iihhh…hih’IIISSHHHuu! Gsh’HT’CCHHuh!” The clearing barrage leaves a sheer gloss of mess on his cupid’s bow. He hazily looks down and sees the tissues in front of him darkened with liquid, well on their way to being soaked through.

“I think we might need to-” Roy’s protests are interrupted when Jamie curls into him, possessed by another bout of punishing sneezes. He rolls forward, angling himself more on top of Roy, and buries his face into the thin layer of tissue coating Roy’s chest.

Roy, not knowing what else to do, holds Jamie through it with a strong hand pressed to his back.

“Hiiiih-ZZSSHHESSH!” Jamie’s frame shakes with it. “uh…huh-gkTSSHHuh!” The viscous mess of them starts to seep through Roy’s shirt, heating his skin. “kx’GSSHT!” Jamie groans, completely at the mercy of his own body.

He lifts his head, tendrils of mess tethering them together. Flushed and bleary-eyed, he says, “Shidt, I- iihhh…Hih’GSSHUH’IUE!” The strength of it forces the hot stickiness straight through to Roy’s skin.

A whine scrapes from Jamie’s throat as he sinks back into Roy, exhausted.

“It’s okay, love, just relax,” Roy says, resigning himself to a soaked shirt and a long night.

#snz fic #snz fics #snzfic #snzfics #snzblr #jam/ie ta/rtt

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readtilyoudie · 1 year

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LADY KILLER VOLUME 1

#lady killer #joelle jones #jamie s. rich #graphic novel #thriller #crime #gore

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graphicpolicy · 2 years

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Jamie S. Rich, Charles Beacham, and Russ Busse join IDW

Jamie S. Rich, Charles Beacham, and Russ Busse join IDW #comics #comicbooks

IDW Publishing has announced that they’ve bolstered their editorial staff with three new hires, onboarding Jamie S. Rich as Executive Editorial Director and Charles Beacham and Russ Busse as Senior Editors. As executive editorial director, Jamie S. Rich will be responsible for developing licensed products for IDW Publishing, including single-issue comic books and graphic novels, and both…

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#charles beacham #comic books #Comics #idw publishing #jamie s. rich #russ busse

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rookthorne · 9 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤

Parading richness and wealth was the name of the game. But when Bucky spies an old friend in the crowd, things take a turn that you least expected.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ➣ Bodyguard!CW!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ➣ 1.7k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ➣ Fluff, Bucky gets embarrassed

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ➣ Thank @duckybarnes1917's for this one, folks — poor flustered Seb on the carpet with Lizzie was the inspiration for it.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ➣ Jungle by X Ambassadors, Jamie N Commons

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ➣ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 8 — "How did you meet?" — Masterlist

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Galas were commonplace, being the daughter of a business mogul — amongst other things. The flashes of the cameras and the shouts of the press, however, was something you wouldn’t wish upon anyone.

“Forward, Kisa,” James said, his hand warm on the small of your back. The touch was reassuring. “Let’s get past these stervyatniki.” As he spoke, you watched his head tilt slightly, constantly moving and observing, and the pressure from his hand on your back increased.

You wished that you could see his eyes — see the softness that he only reserved for you, but his steely gaze was obscured by his goggles, granted they were paired down from his usual get up to be slimmer, but they were no less intimidating.

Quickening your pace, you came to stand just behind Bucky who parted the crowd with his brooding stare, while James stalked right behind you, hand still on the small of your back.

The two of them had dressed modestly, and dare you say it, fancy, for the evening. The sleek black suits hugged their frames and brought out their stature all the more; Bucky had his hair down but slicked back, while James kept his hair loose and strands would sway and cover his mask.

You had to suppress the giggles that wanted to burst free when you’d hear an annoyed huff from behind the mask every time a strand got stuck.

“C’mon, doll,” Bucky said suddenly, reaching back to take your hand. You hadn’t realised you’d slowed down amongst the onslaught of blinding flashes. “I’ve got you, here we go.”

Double doors swung open before you, and you gasped upon seeing the majesty of the room – white marble lined the floor, engravings and protrusions covered in gleaming, shining gold sprawled up and over the walls, the majesty of which all trailed up to a giant crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

The oxygen itself in the room felt immediately expensive and luxurious.

“Holy shit,” you muttered. James chuckled while Bucky just smirked over his shoulder at you. You followed Bucky, head on a swivel to take in the breathtaking wealth that lined the walls while he led you straight to a corner – tables and chairs lined in plush velvet were set up, roped off by the infamous red rope stanchions. “I’ve always wanted to sit behind one of these.”

“It’s your lucky day then, isn’t it?” Bucky whispered, ushering you behind the rope and towards a table. James rushed past you and pulled out a chair, helping you move your dress so you could sit more comfortably.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, and James nodded once before taking the seat next to yours – a respectable distance away, though you reached a hand out under the guise of the table cloth to squeeze his thigh.

The touch was short lived. They were in ‘work’ mode; nothing would snap them out of it until you walked back through the doors of your apartment.

Flutes of champagne and god knows what else came and went, but you forwent them for glasses of water instead – a decision you knew would serve you well.

You watched the guests mingle and boast about their wealth, making connections to serve their greed, and at one point you swear you saw your father. It didn’t matter though, he was there to make money, he wouldn’t care for anything outside of that, not even the fact that his daughter was moving far too close to her bodyguard to be considered appropriate.

“Stop it,” James rumbled, his tone leaving no room for argument. You pouted at him and Bucky chortled.

“James,” Bucky drawled. He leant forward on the table and you ignored the opening of his suit jacket where the shining grip of his gun gleamed under the low lighting. “Settle petal-”

“Zatknis',” James snapped. Bucky rolled his eyes and slouched back in his chair, eyeing James with exasperation. “U nas yest' rabota, Bucky.”

“Behave, boys,” you scolded, pointing a finger between them. “Or you’re both sleeping on the couch. And, James,” you stared at him, eyes searching for that minute twitch between his brows that meant he was at least listening since his eyes were covered. Instead, he turned his head to look at you. “English. You know my Russian isn’t the best yet.”

“You’re doing fine, Kisa,” James said tersely. “Just- I am nervous to be here. That is all.”

Both men settled into an observatory silence. You continued to sip at your water until Bucky suddenly shifted, his posture rigid and eyes narrowed. “What is it, Buck?” you asked, staring in the same direction he was affixed to. “What’d you see? Do we need-”

“No, no, it’s alright,” Bucky affirmed, though he didn’t look at you, nor James. “I just- I think I saw-” A chuckle came from beside you and you stared around in shock – James was laughing. He was laughing. “James," Bucky growled, his gaze still off into the room. "Don’t.”

“Do not worry, Kisa,” James mused, losing the rigidity of his shoulders as he continued to chuckle between words. “Bucky has just seen an old client, which happens to be his favourite-”

“Shut up,” Bucky hissed, his gaze finally turning to James. You stared bewildered between the two of them. “Don’t you dare.”

You swore you could feel the smugness rolling off of James as he shifted slightly, resting his elbow on the table so he could face you, and he unclipped his goggles – the mirthful gleam in his bright eyes startled you and a hesitant smile pulled at your lips. It felt like a secret.

“Bucky, here,” James began, the corner of his eyes crinkled with his hidden smile, and you grinned back. Bucky was shifting in his seat to glare at James so heatedly you were surprised he didn’t wither away on the spot. “Well… He has just seen an old client of his who just happens to be his favourite actress.”

Bucky groaned aloud and put his head in his hands, muttering something in Romanian.

“No,” you gasped dramatically. It was near impossible to stem the bubbling laughter. “Who?”

“Nobody–doesn’t matter-” Bucky tried, his words coming out muffled by his hands. His eyes were pleading.

“Aw,” you cooed, smirking. Bucky’s gaze turned to a heated, playful glare. “Is my Buck embarrassed? Is he a lil’ starstruck?”

James barked a laugh and fell back in his chair.

“I hate you both,” Bucky stated simply. It only made James laugh harder and stoked the fire of your villainous mind – and then, it struck you.

“James, baby,” you whispered, and he looked at you sharply, attention immediately honed in. “Who is it?”

Bucky huffed and made to get up to restrain James, but it was too late – James was pointing into the crowd and towards a woman in an elegant, beautiful dress that swayed with every movement. She was talking to another woman who looked vaguely familiar, but you brushed it from your mind when your target turned, evidently feeling eyes on her.

“Oh, no,” Bucky moaned, lamenting his fate as he watched the wicked smile grow on your lips. “Please, doll. Don’t-”

Too late.

You beckoned at the woman, and she raised a manicured brow before she made her way over. When she was halfway to your table, her eyes lit up at seeing James next to you, and since Bucky’s back was all she could see, it didn’t seem to take her long to put the pieces together.

“My darling, James,” she rushed, smiling widely when she reached the table. Her accent was strong and you couldn’t place it, but it felt homely in a way. “How have you been?”

“Well, thank you,” James said happily. James introduced you and you grinned up at her, a smile which she returned heartily. “Bucky here has missed you.”

The cat was out of the bag now.

“Ah, Bucky, I have missed you!” You watched as she placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulders. The budding blush that crept up Bucky’s neck, just visible over his suit collar enraptured you – he was well and truly flustered, and you found you didn’t feel a slither of guilt for it.

“Hi, love,” Bucky said, getting to his feet. “How are you doing?”

“Fantastic,” she answered. You edged closer to James and held his elbow – desperately trying to not laugh at how Bucky was growing more and more flustered by the second. “It’s so nice to see you, again–you look great.”

James couldn’t stop the snort of laughter that erupted, and you followed suit – Bucky was blushing bright red and she seemed to be revelling in it. “You look beautiful,” Bucky tried, throwing a glare at James and you before he looked back to face her.

“This is hilarious,” James snickered, and you nodded, watching the two interact. She was perfectly at ease in their presence, while Bucky reverted back to being a blushing teenager. It was endearing. “He is an idiot.”

Her and Bucky conversed for a little while longer and as the minutes stretched on, James poked your side and you looked over at him, only to see him roll his eyes and hold up his hand in the movement for mock conversation – you couldn’t help it, you laughed.

“Anyway,” you heard Bucky say loudly, “it was lovely seeing you again, and I’m so happy about your success.”

“My darling, bless you,” she rushed. You watched her place a kiss on Bucky’s cheek – making it flame red – before she turned to you. “Any friend of Bucky’s is a friend of mine; it was lovely to meet you.” You stood and embraced her lightly and then she turned to James. “It was good to see you again, James. Make sure Bucky here stays out of trouble.”

“How can we when he’s the trouble?” you pondered, and everyone roared with laughter – all except for Bucky, who rolled his eyes and fixed a hard stare at you.

She strolled away with a small wave, and Bucky fell back into his seat with a groan. “You two are the fucking worst, I swear,” he said. “The fucking worst.”

“But you love us,” you sang, grinning and batting your lashes. James put his head against yours and softened his eyes so it looked like he was pouting.

“Heaven help me,” Bucky huffed, and he ran a hand down his face before he smiled softly – ignorant of how deeply red his blush still was. “I do, I fuckin’ do.”

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