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Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Ten

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: fluff, making out angst, swearing, towards reader: non consensual touching (not sexual in nature but still non consensual is non consensual), physical abuse, degrading language, non consensual photography. heavy chapter if these themes bother you please do not read the chapter, alexander pierce is a shit head or worse, brock rumlow too, i have demarcated the areas where the non consensual touching begins and ends.

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.6k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist || Fic Masterlist || AO3

Chapter Nine|| Chapter Eleven

HEADLINES:

Alexander Pierce Visits Dolores In Rehab Centre.

Natasha Romanoff Hopeful To Find The Next Doll, Maria Hill Joins Search For Auditions to Re-Open.

Author Y/N Spotted First Time Amid Break-up Rumours With Steve Rogers, Fans Attack Her Social Media.

Steve Rogers Jets Off To Europe. Top Ten Places To Visit To Get Over Break-Up Blues.

British GQ Announces Cover Star Bucky Barnes, Shoot To Take Place This Month.

Hydrangeas Publishing and SHEILD Productions Still In A War Over Buy-out, Authors Suffer As Work Is Pushed Back But Deadlines Aren’t Eased.

On-lookers Say Loki and Ace Spotted Getting Closer. Enemies To Lovers Or Just A Fling?

Bucky wonders if he’s dreaming, he really does as his hands run over your head along your back as you burrow closer. Your breathing soothed, sleepily seeking more of his warmth as laughter rumbles at your adorable behaviour. 

“What’s so funny?” You question, muffled by his shirt. 

“Not funny, endearing.” He corrects, you raise your head, chin resting on his sternum looking up at him. 

“You’re thinking.” You muse, narrowing your eyes. 

“Observant.” He chuckles, crinkles by his eyes appearing. 

“Tell me?” You try to sit up, his hold tightens, “James,” you giggle, his left palm cups your cheek, the cooler thumb brushing over your cheekbone. 

“I’m thinking, is this what Rhys felt, when he saw his Doll in reality? When he finally felt her against his body? Did he ask himself over and over, is this a dream? Is this a dream?” He watches you absorbing his words, blue eyes searching your own. 

You press a soft kiss to his palm, his eyelids flutter closed, you place a kiss to his wrist. Bucky’s breath hitches. 

You kiss the inside of his forearm, the way you can manage with his right arm still caging you in, when you reach the crease of his elbow, you look up at him. His gaze trained upon you. 

“Doll reminded Rhys, that this is their reality, every-time either one of them questioned if they are still in a dream the other showed them, with each touch, with each syllable of love, with each kiss. That this is their reality.” You watch as his eyes turn glassy. 

“And how do we remind each other?” His voice a soft whisper, “In the chaos of this life I lead, of these flashes and spotlights that surround you and I?” 

“Those bright flashes, that spotlight that shines upon you, the shuttering chaos that waits for your brand new, when you just hold my hand and then my fingers intertwine, we’re just two silhouettes in the spotlight, together we’ll remind, that those bright lights that illuminate, only make me see you more clearly.” You tell him.

“We’re two silhouettes in the spotlight, they don’t see you like I do, they don’t know how easily I’ve given my heart to you.” Bucky admits, you turn misty eyed. He chuckles, wiping the stray tear. 

“Might be coming for your job, Feather.” He jokes you give him a watery grin. 

Then hide away into his chest again. Bucky wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. 

Your thumb brushes over the material of his shirt. Contemplating sharing your other book idea since you feel no urge to write the one you’re currently supposed to publish. 

That draft lay abandoned since weeks. 

“Whats on your pretty mind?” Bucky coaxes you out of your reverie. 

“Well I had another idea for a book…” You begin, he frowns as your body tenses. 

“Feather, why are you nervous?” He questions. 

“I’m scared about the idea and how it will be received.” You admit. 

“Well tell me, I want to know.” He urges, “You know I love the stories you’ve shared. Biggest fan right here even though I was terribly late to the fandom.” He clicks his tongue and the lil scrunched up face he makes has you giggle. 

“Well it’s about, this twenty six year old and a forty year old…” you watch him. 

“Quite the age gap but nothing to bat an eye too much at you know?” Bucky shrugs, “Are they in love?”

“Well, he’s her father’s best friend… the dad and he met when—,”

Incessant ringing has you pause, Bucky looks towards the table where your phone is the number is unknown,

“Why does he not understand I don’t want to talk to him?” You grumble. 

“You think it’s Steve?” Bucky reaches for the device. 

“I know it’s him.” You huff, he answers the call still, putting it on speaker phone. 

“Y/N.” Steve’s voice greets you, “Please talk to me.” His words are slurred, “Did you send me to voicemail again? Fuck.” Clanging of bottles and a shatter occurs. 

Bucky worries and you look up at him, “Steve?” 

There is a hiss, “Why won’t you talk to me? Am I that bad?” 

“Steve are you alright? Where are you?” You question. 

“Why don’t I dislike you? Why are you in every goddamn thought of mine? Was the fucking same when Bucky and I had our fall out. Is he with you?” There is a sniffle. 

“Steve, please tell me where are you?” You plead, you don’t want him hurting himself. 

“Steve,” Bucky’s own throat is tight with emotion. 

“Bucky?” Steve whispers, “I’m a horrible friend aren't I? Parading around your details and having a thing for your girl.” Steve gives a humourless laugh. 

“Steve are you at home?” Bucky questions, “Just tell us we’ll come get you.”

“You’d bring her? I want to apologise for being a shit, a shit head.” Steve drawls voice thickening. 

“She call you that? First meeting grumbled it under her breath but I heard it.” Steve chuckles. 

“She called me a knob head once.” Bucky adds, you glare at him. 

“I don’t think this is the time to discuss—,” 

“I see her in my dreams you know? Picked up her book, the one with the guy who lets her get away and then returns years later as her bodyguard?” 

“Steve I think you’re muddling all the books.” You look at the phone in concern, Bucky prompts you to ask Steve again. 

“Steve? Where would we be if I came in your dreams right this minute?” You wonder if the tactic will work. Bucky hands you your jacket while grabbing his own. 

“We’d be in my penthouse, you’d like the view from here, city lights and limitless sky.” He chuckles, then sighs as if he just took another sip. 

“I know where it is.” Bucky takes your hand as the two of you head to the stairwell to not lose the connection of the call. 

“That sounds nice.” You say, “Steve you have to talk to me, I need to know that you’re okay.”

“Just palm hurts, sliced it on glass, s’nothing.” He dismisses your sound of concern. 

“Can I ask you something?” He wonders, sounding childlike, hopeful. 

You and Bucky settle into his other car. The one he uses to remain undetected. 

“You can, go on.” You prompt, Bucky intertwines your hands over the console. 

“Why didn’t you and your mom leave him? Why did the two of you suffer? I’m asking because it took a long time for me too. I stayed cause I thought I could protect Mum by taking the hits for her.” He sniffles, your heart breaks for him. 

“You know what she did? She would purposefully call me in, so she could be saved. She threw me under the bus. Your mum isn’t like that, she shielded you.” His voice cracks, Bucky squeezes your hand. 

“I-I don’t know Steve, I never had the resources before and when I got them I knew I needed more and mom needed me.” You admit, “I wish I could have left with her earlier.” 

Bucky’s jaw tightens it pains him to hear your say this, you spilled everything over the course of time from your mutual confession. 

“Do you miss him? I miss mine, the good parts when I was younger.” Steve admits, you hear liquid sloshing. 

“Steve, you gotta stop drinking man.” Bucky tells him, worry lacing his voice. 

“I can handle it, your the one who can’t handle lick, lick-kurrrr.” Steve laughs, Bucky shakes his head. 

“Yeah I’m a total lightweight.” He admits. 

“Yeah you are, punk.” Steve agrees. 

“You’re the punk.” Bucky reiterates. 

A moment of silence settles over them, you can hear the breathing on the end of the line. Bucky’s grip tightens on the wheel and your hand. 

“I miss you, Buck.” Steve admits. 

“I miss you, Stevie.” Bucky says, without hesitation. 

You watch him, he swallows. You squeeze his hand.  

Steve cuts the call just as the two of you enter the basement parking. Bucky guides you through the familiar path to the penthouse. 

Bucky reaches behind the succulent handing near the window next to the door, the key hidden under the fake plant. 

Bucky takes a deep inhale as you both enter the apartment. It’s dimly lit, the television casting a glow across the living room, the glass crunches underneath your shoe. Steve’s head snaps up. 

“Y/N?” He blinks several times, Bucky comes to stand behind you and Steve’s gaze shifts to him. 

“Bucky?” Steve places weight on his right palm, then winces. 

“Shit.” Steve looks at the cut as it drips across his forearm. 

“First Aid’s in the kitchen if he hasn’t moved it, get him to sit up on the couch?” Bucky requests and you both part. 

“Steve, you need to sit on the couch.” You move closer he only looks up at you. 

“Oh you’re here, m'eudail.” Steve reaches for your hand with his uninjured one.

“Steve I need you to sit up on the couch.” You tug on his hand. 

“M’eudail listen, I need to tell you I’m sorry.” He kneels then stands swaying you grab his arms to help steady him. Yet you sway with him. 

“Steve sit, I’ll listen please just sit.” You urge, you look away to see if Bucky’s on his way back. 

Steve grasps your chin, making you face him, “Steve,” 

His lips brushing against yours, “Please.” he pleads. Your hands raise to push at his chest. 

“Steve, I’m with James—,” his lips cut you off and then he’s flung back. Bucky’s fist connecting with his face. Steve doubles over, palm covering the injured area. He groans pressing himself into the couch. 

“James.” You grab his hand, Bucky turns to you, walking you to the edge of the room. 

His thumb runs over your lips, you look up at him. 

“Don’t defend him.” He warns you. 

“I’m not, are you okay?” You question.

“You better hope this doesn’t bruise.” Steve groans. 

“Get over it.” Bucky calls out, eyes not leaving yours, you look at his chest. 

“I’m sorry.” You look back up at him.

“You have nothing to apologise for, Feather.” He assures you. 

“That guy on the other hand, his list just increases.” Bucky sighs, pressing his forehead to yours, you close your eyes. 

Footsteps pad closer and then fade, you heard the sounds of Steve hurling. You wince. Bucky sighs. 

“Stay here.” He requests, and moves to one of the rooms shutting the door. 

You stand for a total of one minute before carrying the bottles into the kitchen, trying to find the broom to gather the glass before it hurts anyone else or Steve again. 

Bucky walks out as you’re sweeping the glass into the outer carton of a Whiskey bottle. 

“He’s okay, threw up given the consumption, the forearm gash isn’t too deep.” He explains, moving to the sliding closet and retrieves the dustpan. 

“You spent a lot of time here?” You as as he takes the broom from you. 

“Starting of our careers he and I, with our first big endorsement bought this place,”

“And then he sold his half to me after the accident but before things went downhill.” Steve walks in rubbing his bloodshot eyes, some how seeming soberer. 

He shuffles into the kitchen, Bucky and you finish putting the glass in the trash to find Steve sipping the coffee mug while staring at the bandage on his palm. 

“You both can leave.” He says, Bucky rolls his eyes, “Don’t roll your eyes at me.” 

“You still have all the stupid with you.” Bucky grumbles, you glance between them. 

“Bucky—,” Steve turns and his eyes shift to you. 

“I’m sorry about what I did. It was shitty and non consensual and me being drunk isn’t an excuse or a reason. I, I’m sorry.” He looks away and then back at you. 

“Steve, that was really crappy.” You swallow down the lump in your throat, “Just, don’t do this stupid thing about drinking yourself to oblivion.” 

He nods, taking a sip of the coffee. 

“How, how are you holding up?” He asks, Bucky looks at Steve, observing the bags under his eyes and the withered look. 

“I’m okay, given how things are I’m sure you heard.” You shrug. 

“I’m sorry about the thing with your mom’s facility, I just, I wanted to be able to, fuck, whatever my intensions were it was shitty of me.” He sets the glass in the sink, scowling at the empty bottles. 

“Don’t go down that path.” Bucky says knowingly. 

A haunted look crosses Steve’s features, “I already am upon it.” 

“No.” Bucky presses, he steps forward, Steve faces him.

“Just go Bucky. Take her with you, she’s better far away from me. You all are.” Steve procures another bottle.

“You’re going to keep drinking?” The words leave your lips.

“Sweetheart, just go home with your boyfriend.” Steve sneers.

You glare at Steve, he doesn’t look at your drinking straight from the bottle.

“Steve—,”

“I said leave, before I call the cops for trespassing.” He seethes cutting Bucky off.

Your phone and Bucky’s ring in tandem.

“Yelena?”

“Sam?”

“Did you use the back entrance?” Steve groans, the two of you answer the calls.

“Are you with Bucky At Steve’s?” Yelena’s voice is frantic.

“Yes?” You sound wary how did she know?

“Valentina has paps stationed outside, the security tipped her off about you.” 

“I haven’t even been here!” You almost yell, Bucky’s expression is hardened as well.

Steve’s stomach flops again, “Fucking Valentina.”

“Sam’s attempting to get rid of them.” Bucky informs, “He’s told us to lay low.” 

“Where here?” You ask.

“Where else sweetheart?” Steve scoffs.

“You know what you did was hurtful but this, bullshit facade of yours hurts more.” You sneer, Steve’s mouth twists into a grimace he stomps over to his room shutting the door.

Bucky sighs.

“I’ll call you back, there is something that needs taking care of,” Yelena cuts the line before you can say anything further.

When the two of you head to the living room, muffled shouting resounds from his bedroom. 

“Valentina I swear if you don’t remove those fucking paps I will terminate your contract.” Steve sounds extremely calm but his voice keeps growing in octaves.

“Oh please you know I have shit on you.” She warns, “I know the shit Alexander has on you.” 

“Are you threatening me? You know I’m your biggest client I drop you, you will go down as a nobody.” He warns.

“You’re too much of a chicken. Please what are you going to do?” Valentina scoffs. 

“You’re fired.” He states, cutting the call, dialling his legal team.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Rogers?” Matt Murdock chuckles.

“Matt, i’ve fired Valentina, I need a new person to fill her place and I want everything iron clad, she has a slippery tongue.” He warns.

“Understood, I’ll have everything done by the end of the day. You take care alright?” Matt requests, Steve closes his eyes.

“I will.” He affirms, closing his eyes he opens the notification tab, already tweets, messages and emails pouring in about the leaked video that cuts Bucky out and only has you move through the building lobby.

Outside Bucky winces at the articles pouring in painting you as the one who cannot let go. The fan’s opinions dwindling. Then Sam shares a link. It takes him to Steve’s page. 

Bucky’s eyes widen, he taps your arm handing you the device. You raise your head from your hands.

“ @.Steve_Rogers: it has come to light that security footage from my building has leaked and been fabricated to today’s date. I apologise for the privacy invasion this has caused Y/N Y/L/N, she has endured enough on my account with fabricated tales and speculative articles into the nature of our relationship. We are co-workers nothing beyond that, she has written a brilliant book, that has achieved great accolades, and now I and my co-stars and the crew of the movie have the chance to bring her vision to life. I apologise to the fans as well, I know how all of this looks and I know most of my relationships are out in the open before I or my partner have the opportunity to decide, which is also why I have cut ties with Valentina de Fontaine. Please understand that this is a time you should be respecting Y/N Y/L/N not parading her private moments of offering to help me bring Beckham to life and twist them into a cruel jab at a relationship. Yes the pictures leaked, yes we shared a friendship. I did stupid things to fuck it up instead of being authentic. She tolerated me way beyond what she should have. Nothing more to it. Now, if any of you know a great PR rep or manager please let me know, preferably someone who doesn’t give a shit about keeping me in the headlines and gets me to do authentic work I believe in, thank you. 

All of the love, S.R. ❤️”

You re-read, he disregarded everything, admitted it was false, you look up at him as he steps into the living room.

“Well you did say to find the real me.” He shrugs, Bucky shakes his head chuckling.

“You still aren’t forgiven.” You tell him.

“I know, I’ll earn it.” Steve smiles confident, “Want food while the paps clear?”

“I could do for a pizza.” Bucky pipes up, he’s satisfied seeing the bruise on Steve’s face.

“You know? Why not.” you agree. 

You stare at the email, three days later. Alexander finally booked the venue for the meeting. You log it into your calendar. Yelena places a bag of take out in front of you. She had been hiding something acting shifty. You had hoped to catch her off guard but one thing about Yelena, she is never letting her guard down.

“Eat, Y/N.” She gestures with her hand.

“yeah I, I had a question.” You begin, she looks up at you, nose scrunched.

“What is it?”

“Why are you being so fidgety?” You narrows your eyes as her jaw drops and she immediately launches into being defensive.

“I am not!” She scoffs, you press your lips into a thin line.

“I don’t buy it, what is on your mind.” You question opening the bag that contains Indian food, the aroma soothing your senses. 

“Then why are you so…,” You pause as she stares behind you. You turn, Steve waves from the doorway. 

His attention is drawn by another worker at BW. 

“Is this why you’ve been shifty?” You turn back.

“Yes.” She exhales. 

“You took him on thats okay, Yelena I know you’re going to treat him better than Valentina did, you don’t have to worry about my reaction. Him being here won’t have you divert your attention from my work.” You smile when she nods. 

“I didn’t know how to tell you, its just, there was so much going on at your end and well…” She just trails off, slumping back in her chair.

“I’m not handling him directly we’ve taken him on as a client.” She explains you nod while eating. 

“So Alexander has sent out the invites for the dinner.” You turn the laptop around for her to read. 

“The dates the same as Bucky flying out. Have you told him?” She looks at you with furrowed brows. 

You nod, “James is trying to alter the flight till after the dinner meeting thing is done, Sam’s on it as well. Right now it’s coinciding with him boarding the plane.” 

You recalled the tension that rolled off of Bucky’s body the minute you mentioned this meeting. He hadn’t told you much about his own interactions with Alexander but you knew there was a-lot more to it. You just hoped to where your mind wandered wasn’t true. It was easy to think of horrible things. 

You stared at the email again, it seemed daunting the only thing getting you by was that other authors would be there too. 

Sam’s phone clatters on the glass he glares at it. Bucky groans throwing his own phone at the couch, it bounces and lands on the carpet with a thud. 

They don’t need to affirm what they already know. The tickets and dates aren’t changing. 

“I have a bad feeling.” Bucky says, the entire meeting thing has left a deep gnawing and clawing feeling in his chest. He doesn’t want Alexander to have something to hold over your head. 

Given how Alexander behaved when Bucky broke his PR relationship contract. He had a sinking feeling that you were going to be used against him. When it didn’t happen he stupidly allowed himself to feel relief and then the email came in, the meeting was on the same day but after he was being flown out. 

“What is the next step? Slip a recording bug in her bag?” Sam questions, “Hire a bodyguard?” 

Bucky covers his face with his palms, “Isn’t Steve an old Hydrangeas author? Also Loki they reached out to Loki.” 

Bucky bolts towards his phone dialling Loki’s number. 

“Hey mate.” Loki greets, “How are you?” 

“Loki, hey,” Bucky wonders if this would work. 

“What’s wrong? Did something happen with Y/N?” He sits up, “Are you okay?” 

“No, she’s okay, it’s, did you ever go through the deal with Hydrangeas? You know they reached out for you to come on as an author right?” His friend hums at the question. 

“They did but then the whole buy out thing happened so I never got on board, not that I would have, why?” Loki frowns, Bucky wasn’t seeming as himself. 

Bucky sighs, then begins to explain, Loki grows worried. 

“Wait did you say British GQ?” He confirms, “The just announced Steve as a special coverage too.” 

“What?” Bucky looks to Sam, “GQ Steve.” 

“On it.” 

“Look, I’m in New York send me the address and I’ll keep a watch okay? He doesn’t have shit on me that the world doesn’t already know.” Loki assures. 

“Thanks mate I’ll send the address to you. I’m sorry to drag you into this mess.” 

“Mate, Y/N is as much of a friend to me as I am to her, even without you two being together I would take care of her no questions asked.” Loki assures yet again. 

“Thank you.” Bucky’s voice is thick with emotion, he knows how hard it has been for you to form friendships as these, the way you cried to him with tears of joy when you realised how everyone was there for you came out in support of you. 

“You don’t know how much this means to her and me.” He adds. 

“Bucky, she means a lot to us as well. Now go, I’ll have everything sorted here.” Loki smiles as they bid each other good-bye. 

Bucky cuts the call Sam looks up at him, “Steve and you are on the same flight.” 

He presses his lips into a thin line. 

Something doesn’t feel right. 

There is a private entrance to the airport that  high profile individuals utilise to avoid being spotted as well as priority boarding after persons with different abilities. 

Bucky turns to you as Hayden places the car into park moving out to unload his bags. Giving the two of you another few moments to cherish. 

“You have the pepper spray?” He questions again. 

“I do,” you show him and tuck it into your purse again. 

He cups your cheek, the feeling in his stomach knots further. 

“James.” You look into his eyes, “I will be alright.” 

“I know I just; I’m going to miss you.” He swallows down, eyes searching through yours, you give him a smile. 

He strokes your cheek, “I’ve been meaning to say this earlier I regret not saying it earlier but I was worried that it might be too soon, but then again maybe I’ve been feeling this way for far longer.” 

Your lips part, he gives you a soft smile. 

“I love you, Feather.” He declares, the four words wrap around your heart. 

“Oh, James,” You inch closer to him, your lips brushing over his, “I love you, James.” 

Your confession a whisper against his lips that brands itself onto his being. 

He pulls your face closer, his lips on yours everything else in the world fades away. 

His hands move to your hips pulling you across his lap, the grin blooming across his face between the kisses the two of you share. 

“I’m the happiest man in the world today, Feather.” He admits, you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, his palm running over your head. 

“I wish you didn’t have to go.” You murmur, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“I wish I didn’t either.” He admits, he kisses your shoulder, your scent taking over him.

The two of you remain embraced till Sam taps on the tinted window, “We have to move, I’m sorry to cut this short. Steve’s here too.” 

You shift away, but not before Bucky gives you another searing kiss. Even as he opens the door to leave Bucky bends back inside, he grabs your hand bringing it close to his lips and placing a kiss to the tattoo he adores.

“Take care of yourself for me, I’ll be back in three days okay? I love you.” He cups your cheek again.

“I love you too. Come back soon, take care of yourself for me.” You place a kiss to his palm, he smiles. 

Hayden enters the car again, you watch as Bucky, Sam, Steve and his new manager make their way into the airport.

“Shall we head out Ma’am? The Hotel your event is at is about an hour away.” Hayden meets your misty eyed gaze through the rearview mirror.

“Hayden,”

“Ma’am, he’ll be back before you know it.” He assures, you nod, taking the tissue he offers.

“Thank you.” 

Bucky sighs as you inform him of the sudden venue change, you made it in time, given as the hotel was closer to the previous venue. 

It’s fifteen minutes till he has to board the plane. 

The knots in his stomach only tighten he’s in half a mind to give up the cover page. Loki’s been updated about the venue change but the message isn’t read nor delivered and his phone is unavailable. He traces the path to the exit with his gaze. 

He should leave, his limbs push to have him rise from his chair.

“I thought you’d bring her along.” Steve muses while sitting down next to him.

“I wanted to but she has this meeting with every other Hydrangeas author and Alexander.” Bucky watches the blonde man’s brows furrow.

Bucky’s heart sinks at Steve’s next words,

“Bucky, that meeting was cancelled this afternoon.” Steve says while pulling up the email on his phone.

The words blur, “Steve she’s still invited, she’s on her way to meet him.”

“Boarding call for Delta Airlines JFK to LHR.” 

Steve’s features set into a harsh glare, Bucky begins moving to the exit, “I’m not getting on that plane.”

“No you are not.” Steve agrees following him.

NON CONSENSUAL SCENE BEGINS

There isn’t any welcome sign or guidance line to where the meeting is as you enter the hotel lobby. You had told Hayden he could take the night off since getting back home from here was easier. 

You message Bucky that you’ve reached and tuck in your phone when the manager stands in front of you.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I presume?” He speaks in a gentle manner.

“Yes, um, am I late?” You question worriedly.

“On the contrary Mr. Pierce is delayed he has asked me to take you to the presidential suite.” He gestures towards the lift.

“I, won’t the others be there for the meeting?” You ask while following.

“You’re the first one here. The suite is equipped with a private conference room.” He explains and you step behind him of the elevator.

“Oh, okay.” You tap your foot to the elevator music.

The doors open directly into the presidential suite, you follow behind to the meeting room, the chairs are lined up around an oval white marble table. Bottles of water kept along with notepads and pens. 

The manager pulls out a chair for you, you thank him as you sit.

“Would you care for refreshments? Any drinks?” He questions, you shake your head.

“Water is fine, you reach for the bottle, taking a few large gulps, his walkie beeps, he excuses himself from the suite.

You wait for a few more minutes sighing as you head towards the window, taking a few more gulps of the water and reaching for a second bottle. The sudden thirst you’re attributing to nerves, you place the bottle down.

“Ah, I see you made it.” Alexander grins like a cheshire cat.

You turn, “Oh, hello Sir— Alexander.” he smiles as you greet him.

“Ah come along I wanted to hold a mixer out on the foyer, no idea why Stuart brought you in here.” Alexander beckons you towards him with the flex of his fingers. You push away from the window, the floor tilts, you stumble propping yourself up with the back of the chair.

“Are you alright sweetheart?” 

You look up at him, he’s smiling, you blink, his features morph into worry. Nodding you take the support of the wall blinking several times to clear your vision. When you reach the doorway you fall forward again, the floor shakes. 

You groan as you’re picked up, large arms wrap around your waist. You shuffle in the tight grasp.

“Brock put her on the sofa and get rid of the jacket.” Alexander orders, taking off his own suit jacket and cufflinks.

Brock places you on the large sectional, when his hands move to your jacket you grab his hands, “Please no.” You plead, alarms ringing in your head and the vibrations of the floor don’t stop.

“Her, phone’s going off, it’s Barnes.” Brock says, looking up at his uncle.

“Throw it to the side.” He huffs, a clatter resounds as the vibrating floor stops, you stare up at Brock, trying to push his hands away. Brock pins your hands above your head.

“James won’t let you—,”

“Shh, sweetheart, you and I are going to take some very interesting photos. James is on his way to be far, far away from you.” Alexander’s palm cups your cheek.

You pull your head away, he grabs your jaw harshly, you cry out. Distantly fabric rips and Alexander’s weight is above you as he nastily grins at you.

“Oh look at you, crying. Oh sweetheart, you should have thought of this before you tried to get in the way of my entire plan. My best actors and you? Have you seen the mirror?” He laughs wickedly, there is a bright flash, you cry out at the sting on your cheek that follows.

“Dip your head down.” Brock tells him, Alexander’s breath fans across your neck, you struggle against him.

“Fucking bitch, I’m not even touching you. Who would want to? Certainly not my actors, they are toying with you. Shiny little toy, they ran after Dolores the same way.” 

Your eyes close at his words, you can’t feel your limbs anymore, disorientation taking over. 

He grabs your hand, making your fingers move close to his mouth you catch a flash of your tattoo before Alexander takes them in his mouth, you will yourself to kick or pull your hand back, his teeth clamp around your index finger you cry out at the pain. 

“Fucking bitch. I will make sure no one hires you, or publishes you. I will even ruin your little Barnes’ career. At least him I used well, didn’t I Brock?” Alexander chuckles.

Brock’s laugh echoes around your mind.

“Don’t, don’t hurt James.” you cry as his fingers twist your wrist, the dizzying feeling as you’re turned around.

“Maybe I should tell you what I have on Steve then, you’re going to forget all of this, and I’ll remind you.” he chuckles darkly, you see the flash against the upholstery.

“Little toy of SHEILD, thats what we should call you, fat fucking toy, your followers, your fans, all increased because of my company. I bought Hydrangeas already, I leaked your chapters, you will be SHEILD to buy your book rights, I’ll earn a profit you get nothing. Just the way I milked your precious James’ arm loss.”

You can hear him but your tears seem louder as he tells you the vile things he did to the two of them, the drugs, the women, the compromising pictures with everything. 

You cry out as he pulls you up then pushes you down to the floor. You struggle to remain on your knees as he has you face him. 

“Was supposed to be Steve losing his arm, fucker was becoming a liability, then Barnes stepped in with his improvisation. Maybe I should hurt him again. Or should I hurt Steve?” Alexander’s ring bruises your cheek. “Answer me.”

“Please don’t hurt them! Please don’t hurt them! I’ll do anything.” You plead.

“You open your mouth and you see what I do to you.” Alexander warns, throwing you back, you curl up on your side, black spots cloud your vision.

“Anyways once your little boy toys know what occurred they won’t touch you. Who will believe that you didn’t sleep with me, you were the one that wanted to rise above. No one. Who will believe that I, Alexander Pierce drugged you? No one. Who will believe a little author who lied to everyone about her father not being an abusive man but displayed every bit of it in her book? No one will believe you. When I’ve produced movies and best selling sagas, your story is in my hand as well. You’re a liar, a fraud, no one will believe a silly pathetic girl that makes up stories for a living.” Alexander pats your wet cheek.

Brock takes a final picture the white flash bleeds into blackened darkness.

NON CONSENSUAL SCENE ENDS

The ding of the lift and silence of six minutes echoes around the rental car. Sam drives as swiftly as possible. Steve’s gaze is trained on his phone that was video recording Bucky’s device. Bucky was shaking, anger rolling off of him in waves. 

“Yelena?” Steve’s new manager, Angel’s, voice cuts through the silence, “We need Barber and Murdock. It’s Y/N, something happened, just get them at BW private meeting no paps nothing. Off books. You need to go get her, she’s shaken up. Medical team as well.”

Your sobs break free, Bucky’s heart bleeds, “Feather.” he says. 

“James?” your voice breaks off more.

“Feather I’m coming to get you okay? I, I need you to talk to me, are you hurt?” Bucky will kill them, he’s going to kill Alexander and Brock.

“Do-don’t I’m, I’m not, I’m not—,”

“Feather, please, please, don’t believe a word he says, I believe you.” He assures, you cry harder over the call, there is shuffling across the line.

“You didn’t go?” you whimper, bringing the watch closer to your face.

“I’ll explain when I get there okay?” he sounds broken, hearing everything that was done to him and Steve.

“Don’t come here. I’ll, I’ll meet you at home, please.”

“Baby—,”

“I don’t want to be here.” You plead, “please.” 

“I’ll call Hayden for you.” he says.

“I gave him the night off.” You inform, “I, I thought he would—, there should have been others…”

“Yelena is on it.” Angel assures, “She’ll reach in a few minutes.”

“Did you hear everything? It the call’s on the watch…” You wonder when did the call dial or get answered during the struggle. He sighs, he doesn’t know how to answer this question.

“Who-Who else heard?” You sniffle, your shirt was in tatters, the buttons half popped off.

“Feather…” Bucky winces, “Steve, Angel and Sam.”

“We’ll make him pay, Y/N.” Steve’s voice is gruff a little scratchy, the whole ordeal lasted thirty minutes, how did the call get answered they don’t understand but Steve began recording the device with his own phone. 

“We can’t, he’ll ruin your careers. He threatened to hurt, hurt you, he said more but I, I was drowning?” you try to make them understand.

“Nothing is more important than you.” Bucky says, his vibranium arm whirs as his fist is tightly clenched. 

“Alpine and Mum, the nurse…” You being to panic again, 

“I’ll have someone relieve the other nurse and say you’re caught up okay?” Steve assures you, “Angel, call the nursing facility please, an email from them has the contact information.

“I’m not going to stop, Feather. We’re going to make him pay.” Bucky assures, you whimper.

“You, you tried to warn me, I should have said no.” You begin to cry again.

“This is not your fault, you were misled. This was planned by them, you are not at fault.” Bucky assures you, he swallows thickly.

You take a deep inhale, the elevator dings, “Someone’s come back,” you hide away the watch behind your back, cowering against the sectional. Pulling your jacket to cover your form.

Yelena comes finds you on the floor she drops her bags as you arms wrap around her, you begin to cry, “I’ll have her back at BW.” Yelena spots the ongoing call on the watch.

“Have change of clothes for you, your hoodie.” She explains, “I thought maybe it was a spill…”

You shake your head, she helps you wear the hoodie. Your limbs wobble, “He had something in the water in the conference room.” 

Steve and Bucky share a glance, they were familiar with the laced drug. 

“Yelena, get the bottles.” Steve says over the speaker phone.

You follow her not wanting to be alone, she grabs the half empty bottle and the empty bottle and a third sealed one.

She takes your hand, leading you to the basement parking. You numbly follow her, getting into her car.

Bucky paces the entirety of the BW office, his head snapping up to the entrance every time he hears footsteps. Steve watches him while he replays the audio for Matt and Andy. 

Matt’s lips press into a thin line as the call progresses for a second time. Your cries for no and help have your voice hoarse. 

Andy scribbles the time stamps across a piece of paper. Noting down everything that was occurring via the audio. Every word where you pleaded for a no, or asked them to stop marked. His breathing trying to remain in control. The anger towards men like Alexander only growing.

The audio ends, Steve looks towards both of them.

“We need to tread with this very carefully. It is non consensual, she repeats over and over, he also admits to incriminating things he has done to you and Mr. Barnes.” Matt lists, “Andy you need to work rationally not with anger.”

“I know what I’m doing Matt.” Andy huffs, “We can build a case. However this needs to be off books and off records. The main thing is she’s shaken, if she says no, we cannot do anything.” 

“What do you mean? We have to do something!” Steve yells.

“Mr. Rogers, please understand, till the victim does not file the complaint, there is nothing we can do.” Matt sighs.

“Andy come on.” Steve looks at the man helplessly.

“I can’t do anything Steve, we can talk to her, assure her that this will be dealt with without harm to either you or Mr. Barnes but if she says no, that it a full sentence.” Andy looks at Steve who only gets more irritable.

“You need to cool off before she comes in.” Andy advises his brother, “She needs rational and calmness right now.”

Steve only grumbles under his breath.

His head snaps up as Bucky and you meet halfway, he lifts you up as you wrap around him, your sobs greet everyone. As you hold on for dear life to Bucky.

Bucky runs his hand over your head, leading you to Yelena’s office, the three seater couch allowing you to lay on Bucky as he holds you. Apologies fall from both of your lips, he kisses your tears away while shedding his own. 

“I managed to get a hold of Loki.” Sam walks into the conference room, “He ordered a drink in the hotel lobby. Woke up right now.” 

“He was drugged as well?” Steve looks towards Andy.

Andy’s lips press into a thin line he notes this down as well, “We need him to come in, I’ve got Dr Banner and Dr Cho in to find DNA evidence and take blood samples. Again only if Y/N agrees.”

Steve pushes the nearest chair and it topples over, he rests his palms against the wall trying to curb his anger.

“He’ll hurt the two of you.” You say for the umpteenth time sitting in the conference room to discuss how to go about this whole situation.

“Feather, we have him threatening you over us. He cannot do shit.” Bucky cups your cheeks, you weren’t leaving his side to afraid to be alone. The scent of his cologne calming you. 

“It will all come to light.” You say, “What about that?” 

“It anyways would if we did a misstep with Alexander.” Steve says from his place to your left. 

“Exactly, this way they know Alexander is the bad guy.” Bucky’s thumb brushes over your cheekbone. You look down at your hands, his teeth marks left a gash over your tattoo over the exact place Bucky left his parting kiss.

Bucky’s jaw tightens as he sees the flesh marred. 

“If you still do not want to, Matt and Andy will leave.” Bucky tells you and your gaze lifts to the two lawyers, Steve explained Andy and he are twins but Andy left the family and changed his last name. The information seemed like whiplash. He had kind eyes, as Steve did in some moments you had with him.

“Y/N, look the trauma you underwent tonight was horrible and I cannot provide words that may be able to comfort you,” Andy’s voice is sincere, “What I can offer is a chance to make sure Alexander and Brock never get the chance to hurt you or anyone else again.”

“We have a contact in the FBI as well, her team was investigating SHEILD for the longest time, money laundering amongst other things, we can build a case.” Matt assures, he tilts his head the glasses gleam against the light.

“He won’t be able to hurt James and Steve or anyone right?” You want to affirm.

“Yes.” Matt says, “even what he mentioned about Bucky’s accident that was scheduled for Steve.”

“We will make sure of it.” Andy adds, his gaze flickers to his brother who harbours worry towards you, Bucky’s expression holds the same worry. 

“What about Bucky’s accident?” You look amongst everyone, your brows furrowed, “I, I don’t remember…”

“It’s probably the drug altering your memory.” Matt deduces.

“Don’t strain yourself trying to recall, we can take your statement afterwards as well.” Andy says, he taps his pen on the paper.

“We all are going to believe and support you, no matter the choice you make.” Bucky grasps your hand gently, Steve lightly touches your forearm. 

“Look around the room,” he urges, and you do, “Bucky, Yelena, Angel, Loki, Matt, Andy, Sam and I, we are all here for you.” They all offer encouraging looks, you feel tears brim again.

“Okay, okay, I’ll file the case.” You look at the two lawyers, Matt smiles.

“Thank you.” He says.

“Hey, Darcy, I have some news.” Andy stands gazing out the window continuing his call.

“Y/N, this is Dr. Cho, she will be assessing you and documenting the injuries.” Matt announces the minute Dr. Cho steps in, “her perfume is recognisable.” he explains with a light chuckle.

“Y/N, I’m Helen Cho, I’ve step up the examining area in the other office, you can have someone accompany you.” She gives you a warm smile.

Your gaze moves towards Yelena, she nods, “Of course I will.” 

You swallow standing up, looking down at Bucky.

“I love you.” he tells you kissing the back of your hand.

“I love you.” you cup his cheek brushing your thumb over his jaw.

You look back at Steve, “M’eudail, it means, my darling.” he tells you, you nod.

“Steve.” Andy warns.

“Thank you for being here, you’re a good friend.” You say to him, Steve find a weight lifted from his shoulders.

Bucky’s eyes meet his, he nods affirming and agreeing to what you said.

You meet Loki’s gaze with an apology on your tongue.

“Hey I’d get knocked out as many times for you.” The green eyed man gives you a cheeky smile.

You give him a smile and walk out with Yelena following Dr. Cho.

HEADLINES:

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes Get Into Public Altercation At JFK, Escorted Out By Security.

Dolores Issues Apology Statement As She Gears Up To Return From Rehab.

Loki Laufeyson Naps While Waiting For Script Read.

GQ Releases Statement Redacting Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers From Next Month Issue, Director Brock Rumlow Chosen Instead.

Alexander Pierce Issues Statement Hydrangeas Now A Part Of SHEILD. New Name — HYDRA. 

A.N.: i know this chapter a heavy scene, if anyone needs to talk my DMs are open.

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Fuck. Yes. S.

I swear to God when i first saw that mesh tank top. I kid you not that shit brought me back to the trucker shoot but fuck it was such a shame that a shirt was under it 😔. The amount of sluttiness. The amount of skin that he's teasing is just🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌adhbejegdhd.

-pleading anon

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I woke up, I opened Tumblr, I saw the new photoshoot--I saw that fucking tank top and I thought to myself, What In The Hooker At A Truck Stop Is This?

I knoooow 😫😫 I so badly just wanted one photo, just one outtake--it doesn't even have to be released in high quality!--where they have him JUST in the mesh shirt. No undershirt. Ugh!Please!

He's such a tease. I love him for it. I hate him for it.

Also...

Please tell me why my second thought was: he took that mesh shirt home with him. Maybe on accident with some of the clothes he liked better, maybe on purpose 😏 Either way, Sebastian saw the mesh shirt and immediately made him put it on (without another shirt on under it) and immediately pushed Chris up against the nearest surface to worship his tits through the mesh. Licking, biting, sucking, and mouthing at his chest--his nipples, his necklace, his tattoos, his collarbones--through the shirt until it's wet and Chris is tugging at Sebastian and the shirt, trying desperately to get Seb to let him out of it so he can feel everything bare, against him. But it's not happening. Chris will be lucky if Seb ever lets him take off that fucking shirt ever again. He looks like every hot, alternative, slutty guy Sebastian thirsted after during his teenage years and early twenties 🥴

P.S. you'll want to see this photo set, too.

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Unconfirmed - part 2 || Rick Flag x OC

Summary: After Maeve O'Malley goes to prison for assassination and narrowly avoids getting the Blackcat moniker slapped on her record, she's pulled from her cell and brought into the chaos awaiting in Midway City. Only thing is, she was explicitly requested by Rick Flag, her former squad leader and Colonel back when they were in the special forces together. And they didn't end on the best of terms. Despite that, they easily slip back into their former banter but how long can it last when he won't tell her all the details of what exactly she's going up against?

Warnings: Canon-level violence, Aussie-level swearing, Harley/Joker-level abuse, angst, slow burn

Pairing: Rick Flag x Maeve O'Malley (OC)

Length: 3k words

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Epilogue

"I should be driving." Maeve said for the hundredth time.

It made Rick roll his eyes again from across her and repeat some variation of what he's already said on the matter.

"These are some of the best pilots we have. We'll be fine." His tone had no indication of shutting her up like he would the other criminals. He spoke like he was talking to a child in the back seat asking over and over again if they were there yet.

"Oh god." Was Maeve's response, making Rick snap his gaze to her almost immediately. She had her eyes squeezed shut and she was gripping the seatbelt straps, pressing back in her seat like she was trying to disappear.

He knew what this was. They were about to get hit. And she couldn't do a damn thing about it.

Maeve had been born with the uncanny ability to dodge anything that was airborne and coming her way at any speed. She could dodge bullets, knives, punches, and ass slaps all the same. The only scars she had were from when someone else got involved. She was only ever shot when someone was trying to shoot at Rick. She got them out of the way but it was like she traded places for them. Most of the time she could keep up and keep both parties safe but sometimes luck wasn't on her side.

Rick also thought she could see through walls but he hadn't voiced that theory to anyone yet.

"Oh god, oh god!" Maeve was getting more and more panicked as the seconds ticked by and Rick could only hold on to his own seat belt straps for whatever they were about to be hit with.

"What's up with that chick?" An Aussie accent rang out just before they were, indeed, shot.

The chopper jostled with the impact before taking a sudden nose dive. It hit the ground below them and then started rolling. Screams and laughter alike were heard screeching in the small cabin before it finally stopped and they were all left hanging upside down.

"I should've been driving."

They eventually made their way out of the unrecoverable chopper to the other one filled with all of Rick's army buddies that managed to not get hit and Maeve stumbled her way over.

"Lookin' good, Sarge!" Lieutenant GQ Edwards was a loyal son of a bitch but he had one fuckin attitude with Maeve.

"Shut up, Edwards!"

"Both of you shut it." Rick ordered, rifle out and finger on the trigger. "Let's move out."

They all walked in relative silence, the army boys actively scanning every inch of new terrain they came upon. Rick told them to take it easy and not to worry until Maeve was on edge. Edwards rolled his eyes.

"Remind me again why Katana is here." Maeve didn't look at Rick when she questioned him, trying to come off as aloof and like she didn't care about his answer. "What's wrong? Don't trust me anymore?"

"She's got my back. You've got my everything." Was his simple answer. "Besides, I needed at least one crazy person out here with me without a bomb in their neck."

"Oh, yeah, thanks for that." She said sarcastically, now turning to look at him with an unimpressed expression.

"Hey, I got you out of your cell for a while, didn't I?" He nudged her when he saw her trying to suppress the smallest smile on the face of the earth. Only rivaled by Nessa. "As for the bomb in your neck... can't do much but play by Waller's rules."

She scoffed, kicking something out of the way before speaking again. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"All that wasn't personal?" He took his time kicking the same debris when they came up to it again.

"Why do you look like you're running on three hours sleep and five lines of cocaine?" She deadpanned, making him look at her with an insulted expression.

"I do not." He said after a pause. "I would never do cocaine."

"Oh, my bad," she replied sarcastically again. "Why do you look like you're running on three hours sleep and six espressos?"

"If you're trying to say I look like shit, just say it." He countered.

"You look like shit." She met him step after step, she always did. "You look worse than the dog shit under my boot. You look worse than hungover Edwards with his head in the toilet."

"Hey!" Edwards called out. "It was one time!" Making them both look at him before turning back to each other.

"My question still stands."

"Heh," Harley interrupted, coming up from behind Maeve and bringing her arm around her shoulders. "You two are cute. Ya married or somethin'?"

"God no." Rick and Maeve answered in unison.

"Personally I have been working on my finger-blasting game with some consenting bitches in prison." Maeve's words made Rick blink in surprise before turning his head, acting like he wasn't about to laugh. "I don't know what this guy's been up to but I know it's juicy if he won't give me a straight answer."

"Can we keep moving, please?" He deflected, walking a bit faster and falling out of step with the women.

"Oh, you're right!" Harley giggled, hugging her a little tighter before letting go and walking beside Maeve. "How ya been Kitty?"

Kitty. It was a cute nickname Harley had been calling her ever since they ran into each other and Harley was bleeding out from a gunshot wound. She had been delirious at the time and recognised from the gear who Maeve was but the new high-tech heat vision goggles perched on her head looked like cat ears when they weren't in use. The nickname tumbled out before Harley could stop herself, and it cemented in her memory forever.

Maeve took pity and took her back to a safehouse, cleaning her up, stitching her up, and feeding her. In return, Harley told the Joker about how well Kitty had taken care of her and issued a no-kill order on Maeve for his whole territory. That no-kill order only lasts as long as Harley is in Joker's good books and unfortunately, Maeve is always aware of their relationship status due to if someone is going out of their way to kill her whenever she steps foot in Joker's territory.

"Well, no one's been trying to shank me in prison, so I guess that means you and the clown are still on." Maeve kept her voice down, she wanted Rick to have deniability about her as much as possible.

"Oh, Kitty. We're always on." Harley playfully whacked her arm limply.

"Even that time he chained you in the basement for a week with no food and I had to come and break your ass out at your sister's request?" Maeve countered.

"Hey! I told you, Mr. J was just playin'!" Harley defended, taking offense that her psycho, serial murdering, clown boyfriend could do anything wrong.

Maeve hummed in response.

Suddenly a scuffle breaks out and one of the criminals shoots a wire up to the buildings to escape. Maeve doesn't move, turning instead to the other one that was trying to escape at the same time. As she approached, he threw a boomerang at Katana, but she jumped into a front flip to avoid it before she had her sword at his throat. Maeve would've continued paying attention but something was itching at the side of her neck.

She knew it wasn't anything she needed to dodge, but it was a prickling feeling making her twitch. She turned, her eyes catching a flash of movement before everything went still again. It felt like a hundred pairs of eyes were on her for a split second, and now it was gone. No one was aiming anything at her now but she couldn't ignore whatever itch just came up.

She was interrupted from her thoughts when a small explosion went off and the guy with all the wires was suddenly hanging upside down in front of her... without his head.

Rick was speaking, she couldn't discern what it was in her shock as her hand came up to clamp down on the part of her neck that had been injected. She well and truly had a fucking bomb sitting at the base of her skull.

"That's what you put in me?" She yelled, her eyes swiveling to Rick who suddenly grimaced. "You took me from my fucking cell to do that to me?"

"Hope you're not gonna play favourites with the criminals, Colonel." Edwards called out.

"Shut up, Edwards!" Maeve pointed a finger at him. "I was acting under duress!"

"Can you get a hold of yourself?" Rick roughly took a hold of her elbow and moved her slightly out of earshot, lowering his voice.

"How can I get a hold of myself when at any moment, these idiots could get you killed and I'll have my fuckin' head blown off!"

"That's not goin' to happen to you!" His answer shocked her into silence, her eyes wide and mouth open before she narrowed her eyes and set her face into a glare.

"So you are going to play favourites."

Rick turned aspirated, looking like he was about to grab her shoulders and shake some sense into her. "What answer do you want from me?"

"I am so glad you asked-" she went to bring her hands up, ready to number her demands on each of her fingers when he slapped them down again.

"Stop it! Just have my back, do as you're told, and stay alive." He actually did take a hold of her shoulders this time, turned her to face the others, and started walking. "That's all I'm asking."

"Mallacht mo chait ort." She cursed in her native Irish, putting as much venom into her words as she could.

"You don't own a cat." Rick countered, shoving her a little to keep walking.

"You don't know that!"

Maeve did as she was told. Keeping her eyes peeled for anything trying to shoot at Rick. It wasn't long until she felt that itch again. Like there was something pointed at her with their finger on the trigger and every intention of shooting but hesitating.

It made her twitch. It made her tick. It made her flinch. And Rick saw all of it.

"Hold!" He called out, holding his fist up and frowning at her. "What is it?"

Maeve suddenly felt it in a different direction, making her flinch back and snap her head. There was nothing there, no movement, no person.

Another twitch. This time from a couple stories above them. This time she used the scope of her rifle to see through the windows, going as far as to pull her goggles on when that turned up nothing.

"Kitty?" Called out Harley with a worried tone.

Maeve spun in the opposite direction everyone was facing, goggles firmly in place and rapidly searching for anything to turn up.

"I don't know." Despite her words, she pointed behind her before turning in that direction again, keeping the goggles on. "Something's definitely that way though."

Rick got his boys to go ahead, surveying the area and seeing if the path was clear. What they came across made their skin crawl.

Maeve let Rick do his thing, communicating with base about what to do and where to go, if the other team was responding at their location. She stood firmly in place behind a car when Deadshot came up next to her, bumping shoulders with her and staring puzzled at what was in front of them.

"They're not giving off a heat signature." She reported, moving the goggles back to the top of her head, having no more use for them now. "At least not with these. You?"

"What the hell are they?" He asked, ignoring her question. "Flag said, terrorists."

"Flag lied about terrorists." She corrected. "He's fucked up. He won't give me a straight answer on anything. He's keeping things from me."

Deadshot turned to her with a questioning frown. "And you said you're not married?"

"That is what I said, yes." She said defensively, trying to act like she couldn't feel her cheeks heat up.

They both had their chance at a real relationship once, but it had been wrong place, wrong time. They were waist-deep in their work and more than content to simply work together than try and possibly ruin it by getting serious. They knew each other better than any spouse will come to know the other, and that was okay with them. A dare issued by Edwards that they would get married if they were both single by 2018 had Maeve by the heartstrings though. She wondered a lot in her cell if that dare was the reason she could never commit to a relationship after that.

"Hey, I like these odds, mate, you just say the word." The stench of Digger Harkness drew Maeve out of her thoughts before his words could get the chance.

"Yeah." Harley agreed quietly.

"Pardon?" Maeve asked.

"C'mon." She persisted when she saw Deadshot hesitate.

"Yeah," Deadshot did hesitate, taking out his eyepiece so he could get a better look at the figures in front of them. "Uh, hold that thought."

"What's his deal?" Harley came closer to Maeve, wrapping her arm around her shoulders again and leaning in.

"Despite being bad guys, this might be something really fucked up even for you." Maeve answered, bringing her arm around Harley's waist and leaning into her.

They both watched as Deadshot brought up his weapon, most likely using the scope to get a better look at what was in front of them. When he did, Maeve twitched. The feeling was back. And like a switch, the figures in front of them descended upon them and the shooting started. Before Maeve surged forward, she saw Digger open a can of energy drink before slinking off into the shadows into an alley and she couldn't help but be a little jealous. She quickly came to a stop next to Rick, knowing she couldn't stop firing until they were all down. Except they weren't going down.

She knew that being around Rick and the boys meant she had to go back to her military training, no immediate headshots. As opposed to her mercenary night job, only headshots. But military training wasn't doing shit right now so she switched it up. She reloaded and this time didn't hesitate to aim for the head, doing a far better job at keeping them back now as their head shattered and they fell.

"Get off me!" She heard Rick shout, making her snap her head in his direction. She reloaded again and started firing. "Get off me you son of a-"

She only shot any extra ones from piling on top of them, trusting that someone would notice and do something about the ones already swarming him.

"Flag!" Edwards had noticed, good. He was always a good aim.

Harley must have said something because Deadshot started yelling at her, "Harley! He dies, we die!"

As soon as Harley and Edwards move in on the group, she lets up and waits for them to finish, not wanting to hit anyone with friendly fire by accident.

"Thanks." Rick says, being hauled up by both his saviours.

"Shut up." Harley retorts.

Rick looks up just in time to make eye contact with Maeve before she gets tackled from the side. It makes her yell out and on instinct take out her knife, wildly stabbing at anything available to her. The thing puts her down but only to try swiping at her, which she avoids before embedding her knife into the skull and viciously ripping it out with a grunt. Maeve movements have a deadly precision to them and the men around her move out of the way when they see her teeth bared.

She sheaths her knife.

She reloads.

She walks over to a car that Deadshot had taken up residence on.

She gets herself comfortable on the roof on one knee and the other one propped up for the kickback of her rifle.

She starts firing again.

Maeve was numb. Headshot after headshot in a daze and completely zoned out. Back in a warzone for shitty benefits from the government shooting at human-shaped moving objects that screamed. Everything blurred. They didn't stand a chance.

"Sargent."

Maeve looked around to see nothing moving. When had she stopped firing? When had she started breathing so hard?

Rick dragged her down from the roof of the car, moving the rifle to sit on her shoulder on the strap and grabbing her face in his hands.

"C'mon, I need you up and walkin'." He mumbled loud enough for her to hear, lightly moving her face from side to side to get her attention. "Don't get like this on me, Sargent. Not now."

Maeve blinked a handful of times, trying to will the daze away.

Deep breath in.

Hold.

And out.

Repeat.

Focus on Rick, on his hold on her face, and the callus on his trigger finger behind her ear.

Maeve nods, swallowing hard and humming to let him know she was back.

"Yeah?" He asked, leaning down slightly to look at her properly, eyes flittering between hers.

"Yeah." She confirmed with a nod.

Speaking felt heavy in her mouth, eye contact felt like looking at the devil, and moving was like dragging herself through a bog, but she persisted.

Rick knew this. Rick knew all of this. So he took her rifle, putting it back in her hands, unloading the empty mag, and taking one out of his own supply. She swallowed again, taking hold of the tac vest on Rick's chest, and cast her eyes upward. Deadshot walked over then, looking as severe as the grave.

"That's how I cut and run." He said, watching as Rick, without looking at his hands, loaded the mag in and shoved it into place.

The movement jostled Maeve and Rick moved her, bringing his arm around her shoulders and started getting her walking.

#rick flag #rick flag fic #rick flag fanfic #rick flag fanfiction #rick flag x oc #rick flag x oc fic #rick flag x oc fanfic #rick flag x oc fanfiction #suicide squad fic #suicide squad fanfic #suicide squad fanfiction #dc comics #dc comics fic #dc comics fanfic #dc comics fanfiction #dc comics oc

[t-lostinworlds]

Tom Holland x GQ is always a serve. ~on a chair most likely.

#tom holland #tom x gq x chair #lmaaao i mean #every gq shoot i swear #there's always one or more pics of him just lounging #i love it #the 3 times he was sitting and the 1 time he remained standing #gq style #british gq #gq's men og the year #tomhollandedit #mine: photos

[absurdthirst]

Hi, I love your blog!! I pretty much leave “hearts”/likes on your posts. Please don’t stop writing!! 🥺💓

I’m new on tumblr so I don’t really know the terms.. like, is it a blog, is it a wall, is it a board... 😅😅😅

Anywayyyyyy

I was wondering if you could maybe write about any of the Pedro characters falling for a medical resident...? 😕 I’m currently 23

*squishes you w hugs*

**I thought this would be perfect for Whiskey!!!

Doc

“Doc, I don’t understand why I have to do this.” You look up as a man that looks like he just walked off a GQ photo shoot for what a modern cowboy should look like barreled through the door. “I’m fit as a fidd- well, hello there.”

He had been expecting old Doctor Jenkins, the man who had run the medical lab for Statesman for twenty years, not you. The man’s scowl quickly turned into a charming smile. His lips turned up under his thick mustache that would normally turn you off, but somehow added to the appeal of the lanky man in dark denim and a sports coat.

His dark eyes swept around the examining room as he reached up and took off his hat. “I must be dreamin’ cause Doc Jenkins was never as easy on the eyes as you, sugar.”  

Ah, Jack “Whiskey” Daniels. One of the senior agents at Statesman. You had been warned by Champ when he hired you and Ginger when she showed you around that Jack was something of a lady’s man. Only Doc Jenkins had said that there was more to Jack that met the eye and that while he did have a reputation, he also respected women.

“Jack.” Both of you turned towards the open door to see the silver haired, bespectacled doctor coming in. “I see you are already hitting on my new resident.” Doc shook his head, his stern tone belied by the smile on his craggy face. He introduced you. “Eventually she will take over my position when I’ve decided I’ve had enough of patching you up.” He tells Jack and you flush under the subtle praise.

There were other medical residents, but Doc Jenkins had taken a shine to you. Telling you that you worked harder than the others, not pompous or thinking that you knew it all because you had gotten your degree. He had picked you from the others and taken you under his wing, something you would be eternally grateful for.

“Doc, why are you pulling me in for another-” Jack started to protest but Doc just held his hand up.

“Jack, you aren’t 23 anymore like our little lady here is.” Jack scowled at the old doctor while you felt your cheeks grow hot. It was true you were definitely younger than the agent, but that didn’t stop you from thinking him absolutely handsome. Jenkins turns toward you. “This boy is more stubborn than a mule. Refuses to listen to Doctor’s orders.”

“Dammit Doc.” Jack muttered before a smirk made its way to his handsome face, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he looked at you. “Just means I’ve got more experience, darlin’.” He winks and you feel like you are going to melt from the heat that floods your body.

“Alright, lover boy.” Doc slaps Jack on the back and turns him towards the table. “You know you have to have the physical done. Champ’s already breathing’ down our necks to get them done.”

Jack grumbles but starts to strip down, showing now modesty whatsoever if you judge the grin on his face when you start the examination. You just know you are going to have your hands full with this cowboy.

****

Over the next few months, you manage to see Jack Daniels every few days. You didn’t think much of it, agents had dangerous jobs and they were constantly beating their bodies up for the good of the country and the world. Various aches, pains, bruises and sprains were treated while the two of you talked and laughed together. You had really not thought it was unusual until today.

“I swear to the finest Kentucky mash that boy has it bad for you.” You look up from the chart you were filling out to find Doc standing at the door to your office with two glasses of bourbon in his hands.

“Huh?” You shook your head, not understanding what he was talking about.

“Jack.” He laughs when he sees your furrowed brow. “Boy’s coming in again. Says he pulled a muscle during his latest mission.”

“So?” You turn back to the chart, dismissing his claim. “He’s always in here. Being an agent is hard on the body.”

“That’s just it, girl.” Doc comes over and plops down in the cushy chair opposite your desk and leans over, setting your glass next to your hand. “I used to have to threaten to hogtie that man to get him anywhere near an examine room.”

Your pen freezes as you look up at him. Noticing the smug grin on his face before he takes a sip of his drink. “Now Champ is threatening to hogtie him to keep him away.”

“No.” You scoff, throwing down your pen and grabbing your drink, suddenly feeling as if your throat was a bit dry. “You said it yourself, Whiskey is getting older so it’s natural that he would be a bit more injured as time goes on.”

“That boy is healthy as a horse.” Doc snorts, lifting his glass up in a mock toast. “He might not be 23 but he acts like it, and he damn sure never came willingly to get treatment, not even after being shot.”

Your eyes widen. Doc had turned over the treatment of all the senior agents over to you soon after Jack had completed his physical. So every time he had been hurt, he had come to you. He was….he had….You couldn’t even finish the thought in your head but Doc nodded at you.

“I see the light bulb’s gone off.” He chuckles before tossing back the rest of his drink and standing. “If you don’t feel the same way, girl, let him down easy.” He frowns for a second, pausing before speaking again. “A lot of others dismiss him because of the reputation he built for himself. But it was done on purpose to protect his heart.”

You knew about his past. You had read the files on every single agent in Statesman. Agent Whiskey had lost his pregnant wife in a robbery gone wrong only weeks before she was due to give birth to their son. There was a long time where his psych evals were a grim picture of recklessness and a lack of self preservation. As if he had wanted to be taken out and join his family. Eventually he had worked through his grief and had adopted the persona he now carried.

Doc looks down at you thoughtfully. “He’s a good man, honey.” He tells you honestly. “And if you want him, you can guarantee that cowboy would worship the ground you walk on.” He turns and walks toward the door. “He’ll be here in twenty minutes.”

You stared at the door for a long time after he left, lost in thought.

****

Walking into the exam room, you see that Jack is already up on the table, shirtless with a sheepish smile on his face as he nods towards his shoulder. “Sorry to pull you away from other important things, darlin’, but I guess I just went a little too hard with the lasso.”

You normally required all the other agents to call you by your name or Doctor, or even Doc but you let Jack get away with calling you darlin’ or sugar or honey just like Doc Jenkins. You let him get away with it because it always made the butterflies erupt in your stomach to hear him call you some term of endearment.

There was a soft spot for Jack inside you. Had been since that first meeting,  you couldn’t deny that. “Let’s take a look.” You smile and snag a pair of gloves from the body and pop them on.

It was a pulled muscle, if it was really injured at all. Looking back, most of the injuries Jack had come to you for were minor. Ones that you really couldn’t do much for beside heat or ice and a massage coupled with anti-inflammatories.

You put your hand on his shoulder and a subtle shudder ran through him before you heard a belated hiss. “Yeah, there it is.” His shoulder shakes as he gives a chuckle. “I guess I need to slow down some, stop being so good at my job.” He turns his head and winks. “Maybe Champ will let me hang around the office more.”

Your stomach did that butterfly thing again, and you avert your eyes back to his shoulder as you press and poke, feeling the muscles and bones underneath. “Just need a little TLC, Jack. That’s all.” You venture, heart starting to pound in your chest. You were going to do this. You were going to ask him out.

“And where do you suppose I could get that, sugar?” He asks quietly.

You step away from his shoulder and pull your gloves off, looking into warm brown eyes that are solemnly fixed on yours. “I recommend you get cleaned up and come to my house tonight at 7 for dinner. I’ll even make sure your shoulder gets the proper treatment it needs.” You know he doesn’t need anything. His shoulder is fine and both of you know it.

Jack’s smile is bright and his eyes glitter with excitement. “Sure thing, Doc. I’ll always follow Doctor’s orders.”

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[cmtcahrule]

Armie Hammer song pics from 2017

A continuation of my post on NYE 2020 which featured Armie’s song pics from 2020. I will do a post on 2017, 2018 and 2019 for historical purposes for the fandom.

2017 was when Armie first started recommending song pics to his followers. On June 23, 2017 he posted this:

On June 29, 2017, he posted this song recommendation:

On July 1-2, 2017, Armie flew to New York City for the British GQ CMBYN photo shoot with Timothee. This is the weekend he posts a picture of Tim in the hallway of his apartment building and Tim delights us with his white hat selfie profile picture. 

Here is Armie’s Tweet after he leaves New York City. I am guessing the “Him” is Timothee but I do not know. 

The next song posted on July 28, 2017 is when Armie is recording the CMBYN audiobook - ONEOHTRIX POINT NEVER - THE PURE AND THE DAMNED. This is the start of him posting song pics in the format we are used to seeing with an artist and a dash and the song title. I found these lyrics interesting...

Every day I think about untwisting and untangling these strings I'm in And to lead a pure life I look ahead at a clear sky Ain't gonna get there But it's a nice dream, it's a nice dream

Death, make me brave Death, leave me swinging

The pure always act from love The damned always act from love The truth is an act of love

Some day, I swear, We're gonna go to a place where we can do everything we want to And we can pet the crocodiles

Here are the rest of the song pics for 2017 in chronological order.

1.      BONES - ART OF CREMATION

2.      BROTHEL – NUMB

3.      JOSH PAN – NOWHERE

4.      NICO AND VINZ – INTRIGUED

5.      SUICIDE BOYS - PARIS

6.      COLTER WALL - SLEEPING ON THE BLACKTOP

7.      PRINCESS NOKIA - G.O.A.T.

8.      CHESTER WATSON - WATCHING YOU DREAM

9.      BBYMUTHA - INDIAN HAIR

10.   KRUDER & DORFMEISTER - DEEP SHIT PART 2

11.   ERNEST RANGLIN - SURFIN

12.   DJ DEREZON - COLOSSAL

13.   DENZEL CURRY - EQUALIZER

14.   CAKES DA KILLA - KEEP IT GOING

15.   ARISTOPHANES - U WERE NOT HERE

16.   LOUNDON WAINWRIGHT III - I AM THE WAY

17.   GOLDFRAPP - STRICT MACHINE

18.   TIMMY THOMAS - COLD COLD PEOPLE

19.   NNAMDI OGBONNAYA - FREEZE - FAR OUT VERSION

I especially like the lyrics to Nico and Vinz’ Intrigued and it’s a favorite in one of my playlists:

It's the simple things that makes me wanna love ya The way you talk to me like nothing else matters The way you flip your hair when you come to say hi I'm already yours, you caught me by surprise

I stopped believing in love So I've been forcing it out Said I been living a lie I knew it when I looked in your eyes I'm the king of the world when you stand by my side Can we fill the tank up and drive through the night? I've been saving up, I don't wanna waste time Leave it all behind, put it all on the line, oh Can you give me one more night? 'Cause I'm 'bout to make this right Tell me what you got to lose You're intrigued, you know it's true And we can see another day With no more lies and no mistakes Don't let the devil talk you through

#armie x timmy #timmy x armie

[jolivia-things]

“just wait and watch.. they gonna do shit to make that stunt believable.. I can smell it... he’s gonna „dedicate a song to her“ or mention her in one of his speeches during songs...”

this fandom I swear make up anything to get them anxious. You really believe this dude who can’t even show face for weeks after every pap shoot and scandal he gets himself into would publicly, in a room full of 1000’s, dedicate a song to a woman, especially now where it is now clear to the rest of the world after Jasons gq article that Harry basically homewrecked to get with, pr or not? After that gq article, I’m pretty sure Harry won’t be doing anything that’s far out there and will stay quiet for a bit besides his team randomly dropping unseen photos here and there to fill up fan’s minds with trash Harry content as a distraction.

Jason's article didn't say anything about home wrecking to me. In fact it was along the same lines he's always gone with it: they split in November 2020, it wasn't one or the other of them and he takes responsibility for his part.

The only thing that's changed - and thank god - is that he no longer implies the door is open for a reconciliation.

[peach-jaehyunie]

A Gentleman Caller

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Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x Fem. Reader

Rating: 18+, explicit Words: 3.3k

Warnings: Swearing, smut {fingering, oral (m.receiving), spanking, pearl necklace, etc.}

Inspired by Jaehyun’s GQ photoshoot

The dog's claws click on the pavement as you walk her. A spring breeze still carries a little nip, and you pull your sleeves down to shield your hands as a numbness settles on the tips of your ears. Green buds are sprouting on the trees in the park, great big fat buds on a row of magnolia trees threaten to break open into bloom any day now. Though past dinner, there still is plenty of daylight left. You cross a bustling street, Hera slowly trots next to you her dog tag tinkling.

You take your shoes off after stepping into your shared apartment. Hera sits and waits for you to take her leash and collar off, which you hang up in a little closet by the front door. In another hidden closet you hang your coat and place your shoes, before walking into the kitchen for a glass of water. Sitting down at your work desk, an unfinished manuscript lays open almost taunting you to try and write one paragraph more. You gently close the manuscript, setting it away on the small shelf above the desk. You check your phone as you pour yourself another glass of water in the kitchen; your boyfriend still hasn’t texted you. The late evening sun is shining directly into the bedroom and you open the sliding screens that separate the bedroom from the living room, letting the sun bathe the entire apartment.

Half an hour later you are reclining in the bathtub when Jaehyun finally gets in touch with you.

<<I won’t be home for a couple more hours, we started shooting late>>

Sipping from your glass of wine, you read his text with a sigh. This is becoming a frequent occurrence, work keeping either one of you away for too long. You are happy that this photoshoot is in the city and he hasn’t had to fly to another city or country for it. Multiple times Jaehyun has said that you can come to the shoot and watch, but the mood has to strike you right to go—you usually hate standing around for hours while everyone else is working.

<<okay, see you when you get home>>

You put on a sheet mask and soak in the tub until the water grows tepid. Your cellphone dings twice alerting you of two new photos. Jaehyun sits on the floor in all black, his expression is careless and the chain around his neck sends heat to your core. Lying on the bed in your robe, you grin as text him back:

<<his girlfriend is so lucky to have him in her bed every night>>

Hopping off your bed, you let the robe fall into a pile on the floor before slipping into your silk short pajama bottoms. Your phone dings again, and you fall into your bed half-naked to see how Jaehyun has replied.

<<I heard that his girlfriend is an absolute minx and pretty freaky in bed, so I’d say he’s pretty lucky>>

Professionalism be damned. Jaehyun still being at work be damned. So what if the hairstylist saw your text, or the makeup person, or whoever.

<<bet they’ll fuck when he gets home>>

He must have been waiting for your response because he texts back immediately.

<<I mean I would if I were them>>

With a laugh, you roll over in bed staring at the ceiling your limbs star-fishing as you think with delight of what awaits when Jaehyun returns. Glancing at the time, you’re perturbed that you still must wait at least an hour for him. Getting up you slip into the camisole top to match your shorts, you glance in the mirror while tousling your hair and pulling a thin strap of your top down your shoulder provocatively. It’s too early for that, you pull the strap back up, dimming the bedroom lights as you pull the screens closed in their usual nighttime placement. Removing the small gold hoops from your ears and switching them with a delicate pair of pearl studs, before rubbing lotion over the soft skin of your legs.

Very little time has passed during your preparations, and it doesn’t feel like one of those nights where you want Jaehyun to walk in on you waiting for him. Taking your unfinished glass of wine out to the couch, you sit and turn on the projector to watch a short tv show. Goose skin begins to prickle your arms and legs now that the sun’s warmth is long gone and you tuck in a fuzzy throw around yourself.

He doesn’t send a text saying that he’ll be home soon or that he’s on his way, but finally, the door to the apartment opens and Hera runs to greet Jaehyun before he can so much as take his coat off. You watch their affectionate reunion with a smile from your spot on the couch.

“Hey,” Jaehyun says as he leans over the couch, his mouth cutting off any attempt of a reply from you with his lips. The kiss is deep and you’re thankful that you’re already sitting because you feel a slight weakness in your legs. As your lips part and Jaehyun straightens up he presents a white paper bag to you with an innocent smile.

“I still have makeup and shit on me, so I’ll be right back—don’t eat them all.”

With a grin you accept the gift with both hands, eagerly looking into the bag to find a box of chocolate-covered strawberries. They are just as you like them; fresh, the chocolate soft and the berries perfectly ripe and at room temperature, so their fragrance fills the air.

When Jaehyun joins you on the couch his face is fresh and bare, his hairline damp, and you openly admire his bare upper body as he reaches for a strawberry. He settles down next to you, pulling you and the blanket onto his lap as he watches the tv show with you. Resting your head on his shoulder and letting yourself relax against his firm body, you pretend to watch the tv show while the taste of rich chocolate and sweet berries coats your tongue. Jaehyun places a few kisses along your shoulder: they start off chaste, nothing more than a few pecks between strawberries. As his kisses move along your shoulder to the crook of your neck his lips remain longer, brushing and lightly sucking on your skin with parted lips. His eyes never leave the tv show, but your head falls further back against his shoulder as you close your eyes with a contented sigh. Jaehyun sucks below your earlobe before licking a strip down your neck and sinking his teeth into your shoulder, causing your body to tense against his. Tenderly kissing your temple, he returns to watching the show. In a few minutes, his hands wander beneath the blanket; fingertips deftly brushing your bare skin and playing your body as only he knows how. He slips his hand beneath your cami, his palm grazing one of your hardened nipples before rubbing small circles on the areola and finally pinching the sensitive bud between two of his digits. With his other hand, he redirects your head to watch the show with him. You don’t let your head fall back again, but your breathing becomes sharper as your body warms and pleasure begins to tingle in your sensitive parts. His hand cups, massages, pinches, fondles and pulls at both of your flushed breasts equally. Biting your lower lip you hold back soft moans that threaten to escape, and noticing this, Jaehyun offers his chocolatey fingers for you to suck. You diligently clean them, licking between his fingers where there isn’t even any chocolate to sucking them as he gently thrusts three in your mouth at a time. Once he feels that you have sufficiently cleaned them off, his hand disappears below the blanket where you feel it slipping into the front of your shorts. His legs coax yours further apart until you are sat in his lap with your legs spread open. The first couple strokes from your wet sex to your clit are slow and teasing, just barely giving you what you want as your spine curves forward in pleasure. You are barely able to keep your eyes open as he rubs circles on the sensitive nubs of your upper and lower halves. Eyelids drooping and your mouth falling open with a gasp—

“Feed me a strawberry,” Jaehyun instructs you as both of his hands continue their ministrations. While you’re leaning forward to grab a berry, Jaehyun uses the opportunity of his palm pressed harshly against your pubic bone and clit to slip a finger into you. As you lean back up his finger retreats to spread your essence further upwards to your throbbing bud. Eating the strawberry from your hand, Jaehyun twists your nipple enough to almost make you yelp before thrusting two fingers into your dripping pussy. Your cry can only turn gasp of ecstasy as his fingers rather expertly fuck you, despite that their owner seems more interested in snacking and watching tv.

“Shh, my darling, we won’t be able to hear what they’re saying.” He admonishes, placing gentle kisses on your cheek and in your hair while his fingers move even faster beneath the blanket.

Your mouth is left to hang open with silent gasps, moans being replaced with uneven breaths as you can feel an orgasm building in your belly. You can feel him lazily watching you from the corner of his eye, choosing when and how to destroy you completely. His thumb moves to rub tiny circles on your clit, pushing you further towards the edge. Grasping the blanket in one fist you squeeze it as your body prepares for the orgasm to course through you—

“Can I have another strawberry, please,” his voice is nonchalant, and you must force your eyes open as you lean for another chocolate-covered berry.

You bite down hard on your lip as the angle pushes you over the edge and hot waves pleasure surge through your body starting from your core and going down your limbs. Bringing the strawberry to his lips you lean against him, your head falling back onto his shoulder as the tide of ecstasy gradually subsides. As you try to regulate your breathing again you only now notice his erection that presses against your bottom. It must be uncomfortable; obstructed by his pants and sat on, but now that Jaehyun has removed his hands from beneath your clothes you can do something for him.

Sliding down his lap you push the coffee table further away (but not before Jaehyun can snatch the box with the remaining strawberries), lithely twisting in his lap before settling on the floor. His eyes don’t leave the tv show as he helps you pull down his pants a little so that his cock can spring free. You lick his wet tip, lightly pumping him before taking him far into your mouth. Licking up his shaft, you focus on teasing his tip in hopes of eliciting even a small sound of pleasure from him. Bobbing your head a few times before swirling your tongue over his slit is all it takes for Jaehyun to pant and bring his hand down to your hair. He tangles his fingers through your tresses, but never pulls; his hand caresses your back and your neck and shoulders. Sometimes his nails will leave a little crescent mark on your skin. Your mouth and hands continue their movements at an agonizingly slow pace, his cock is hot in your mouth and his pre-cum salty on your tongue. Moaning around him, his dick twitches and blunt nails dig into your shoulder only for you to take him even further down your throat pulling a moan from his mouth. You release him with a suck, pumping him neatly with your hands as you coldly chastised him.

“Jaehyun, I won’t be able to hear the show if you’re not quiet.”

You can tell he’s close from how his organ trembles against your tongue and you hum lightly to send vibrations up and down him. Picking up your pace, you decide to push him over his precipice in lieu of teasing him anymore. You’re jealous that he got see your face when you came, how you’d give anything to see his face now. His body tensed beneath you, but did he still watch the show cool and collected? Or did his eyes close and his mouth open in a silent gasp as his cum spills into your mouth onto the back of your tongue? You don’t release him until you have cleaned him of every last drop, and leaning against his toned abs you feel his body shudder with sensitivity. Taking the opportunity, you look up to his face; his head has fallen back against the pillows and his lips, cheeks, and ears are deeply flushed. Silently, you slip out of your shorts before climbing back into his lap. You sit on his knees as his head finally rolls forward and he takes the last strawberry, feeding it to you a tired smile.

“And here’s the last strawberry for the woman I love.”

The flavours in your mouth mix as salty and sweet, but finally the fruity flavour dominates. You lean forward to kiss his already swollen lips with your own. There is chocolate by the corner of his mouth that you lick off before both your tongues meet and intertwine. Your hands finally explore his body as he brings one of his down to your ass. He gasps upon finding you naked down there and while he is distracted you take his bottom lip between your teeth and gently pull. Bringing your body closer to his, he brings your thighs to set on either side of his hips. His lips part from yours to watch as you guide his hardening length into your hot folds before slowly sinking down on him. You raise and lower your hips at a snail's pace, biting his earlobe before his lips are searching again for yours. His thick cock stretches and fills you leaving you as breathless as his kisses.

“Mr. Jung, I want you to take me into that bedroom and spank me and fuck me like you promised.” You whispered against his lips. Jaehyun’s eyes searched your face and then he brought his mouth to your jaw and moved down your neck, sucking on your delicate skin before harshly squeezing your buttock.

“You’d better get in there on that bed, then.” He spoke low against your skin. Pulling away from him, you rise off of his cock not missing the grimace on Jaehyun’s face as you clench hard around him one last time before you’re gone and scampering to your room. You lay face down on the bed listening to his methodical movements as he comes to join you. He pulls the last screen closed, shutting you both in before throwing your shorts that he picked up across the room towards your wardrobe and finally pulling his own pants off to pool on the floor at his feet. Pressing his phone that sits on the bedside table, music softly fills the room. Jaehyun’s hands wrap around your ankles, dragging you down the mattress until only half of your body is bent forward on the bed and he brings his palms to your hips and ass. He kneads your flesh and bends over to place kisses on your spine before he brings his hand down in a sharp motion. Your buttcheek stings, but Jaehyun’s warm hand smooths over your skin rubbing the pain away spanking you again, harder. You whimper against the covers, squeezing your thighs together as each slap sends an electric current straight to your core. He soothes your tender skin before spanking your other cheek, making you cry out even louder as your pussy throbs.

“Do you want me to fuck you now, sweetie?” Jaehyun asks, still peppering your back with loving kisses.

You nod your head, finding your voice, “Yes,” and you pull yourself up onto to bed while Jaehyun’s strong hands turn you over to face him. His weight joins yours on the mattress, leaning over you while cupping your face in his hands as he kisses you. Throwing your leg over his you pull him closer, slipping the cami straps down your arms so that it falls to expose your breasts. He kisses down your neck and down the valley of your breasts before sucking and licking your rosy nipples. Jaehyun brings your other leg to wrap around His waist as he sinks slowly into your dripping heat. Unrestrained moans fall from your mouth as he rocks into you, his length hitting deeper with every thrust as your climax begins to build. Your vision is hazy as sparks start in your body and your pleasure seems like it will never reach its peak as it continues to build— And then it washes over you in waves, you can’t even make a sound as you bury your head into Jaehyun’s shoulder until your body feels numb against his and the overstimulation is too much for you to bear. Seeing this, Jaehyun whispered in your ear and you gladly acquiesced. He pulled out letting your tired legs drop to rest on the bed, straddling your torso his wet cock settled between your breasts. You used your hands to push the mounds together to hug his member as he slowly began to thrust against you. He is careful to not place a lot of weight on you, and you enjoy being able to watch the pleasure mount in his face. Every grimace and every groan; his breath catching in his throat as he fucked harder and a slew of curse words muttered under his breath. It was all for you to see. His eyes screwed shut and his face contorted before he bit down on his lip, saying to you between gasps:

“I’m gonna cum—ahh, fuck—is that okay?”

You nod before realizing that he can’t see you,

“Yes, baby, cum on me; give me a beautiful necklace to match my earrings.” You grin, finally feeling his hot essence on your skin, running over your clavicle and around your neck.

His cum paints your skin and drips down onto your hair and the sheets, Jaehyun’s motions subside and his eyes open but his brows remain furrowed. You have no doubt you had looked as fucked out as he looks now, only a few minutes before. Hair sticks to his face with sweat, his lips are dark, swollen and bitten. Brushing the hair back from your face with his hand and tucking it behind your ear, he kisses you.

“It really does match your earrings,” Jaehyun says with a laugh against your lips before brushing them against his own. He rests on the bed beside you, taking your hand intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Thanks for those photos,” you joke, squeezing his hand.

“What? You mean you wouldn’t have jumped me as soon as I got home if I hadn’t sent them?” His tone is lightly sarcastic, and he shifts to his side so he’s looking at you.

“I never jump you don’t be ridiculous,” you retort.

“Uh-huh, then what was that last week—“

“Okay, never was the wrong word choice; I rarely jump you, and I didn’t tonight either.” You defend with a laugh.

“Okay,” Jaehyun concedes as he kisses your temple, “I’ll accept that tonight was just average horny, then.”

“It was a bit above average,” You turn your head towards him, “Now since you got your cum all over me are you going to help me wash it off like a gentleman?”

“Of course, I didn’t get into Gentleman’s Quarterly for nothing.” He grinned.

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Masked Singer Season 5 Episode 3 Recap: Group A Returns With a Wildcard (Commentary & Guesses)

Hi guys! Welcome or welcome back to Ana’s Masked Singer recap, where I, Ana, recap every single episode of The Masked Singer. Ok, so I'm on time this time I swear (I try to do these the weekend after the show airs or Friday), and now we are starting to get the wildcards which was super exciting and Joel Mchale was guest judging so it was a very fun episode to watch! We’re back onto Group A but this time someone new joins the group, so stay tuned until the end to talk about that someone. Anyways, let’s get into it, starting with the eliminated contestant:

So the eliminated mask was...

*DRUMROLL PLEASE*

The Raccoon 🦝

Commentary: honestly, I am not even the slightest bit surprised that he got eliminated... he should have gone home earlier but that’s neither here nor there, the Masked Singer likes to do that to us so whatever. But like honestly this is gonna sound mean, and look, not everyone is a singer, and he gave it the good old college try and I respect the hell out of that, but omg all I gotta say about his performance of Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash is yikes. That’s it, that’s all I gotta say about that... anyways, let’s reveal this rodent or mammal, idk man who told you guys I was an animal expert?!

Raccoon was revealed to be (I got this one too yay!)

Danny Trejo

Yeah, I guessed it baby! I even have proof, just look at my 1st recap of the season and it’s there, I got it! Yayyy! Anyways, I mean I know him, I have seen him around ofc (he has done a lot of acting and he even has a restaurant and everything), but like he can’t sing and that’s ok, he had fun, it’s what matters. Good job Danny Trejo and thank God he’s gone because finally my ears can be in peace.

Having said that, let’s move onto our remaining 4 (yes, 4 because wildcard baby!):

1. Seashell 🐚

Commentary: Her performance of Confident by Demi Lovato was to me much better than her last performance. It seemed like she was more confident (hehe no pun intended) in this one, kind of came into her own and let out the power in her voice. She was a bit timid and nervous in the first performance and it kind of reminded me of how Jellyfish started out, but this one was a lot more diva and powerful, I enjoyed it a lot. I really love Seashell, she is quickly becoming one of my favorite contestants (except nobody can beat my favorite who you will see in a moment)

I am doubling down on my guess:

Tamera Mowry

Clues/Reasoning: ok, like this one I feel super confident about and the clues kind of seal the deal for me:

The doodle of “Seashell with the shell mask on”= reference to the intro of Sister Sister

A certain shell man asked her out and the baseball on the screen= she is talking about her husband, Fox News correspondent Adam Housley (which btw is another reason why she is on this show, bc it runs in the Fox family), who used to be a professional baseball player (oh and the required her to do things she was scared of means that he helped her feel more comfortable about being on TV aka when she was on the Real)

2 minute stopwatch= she’s older than her twin sister, Tia, by 2 minutes haha 😂 (this was a very weird thing to be like yeah bro ik that... again I say, Google is a magical thing)

2. Robopine 🦔

Commentary: He sang All of Me by John Legend and honestly song choice was 👌, like I would have picked that for him too. It was absolutely stunning and I can just close my eyes and enjoy the song, which that’s what some of the best ballad performances tend to do. I absolutely loved it, he is my favorite, if you can’t tell, and this was my favorite performance of the night. I have a prediction that Robopine might make it to the finals honestly because he is just that amazing.

I am changing my guess and I am more confident now with:

Tyrese Gibson

Reasoning/Clues: alright so I know that he isn’t 60 but I have a feeling he is lying about that and that he’s from Costa Rica (that’s too direct of a clue to be true you know and I feel like he is lying... Ken did say in the beginning that Robopine is the most confusing, so I do think that he is lying)... anyways clue time:

A lot of superhero clues= he will be playing one in Jared Leto’s Morbius film from Marvel

The lying means something = he has an album called Alter Ego, someone in the YouTube comments told me that he did a shoot with GQ called “60 the new 30” so that’s where the age thing might come from

IT SOUNDS A LOT LIKE HIM, OK?! Legit this is the most logic bomb I can give you right here... he’s trying to fool us but the voice is what matters... if you wanna compare voices go ahead, here’s a video that can help (it helped me even though the background singers kinda took over, but you get the point, it was live)

3. Russian Dolls 🪆

Commentary: THEY DIVIDEDDDDD... omg there’s 3 now! I FREAKING CALLED IT!! Anyways, they sang Wonder by Shawn Mendes and again I say their harmonies are so on point, it’s fantastic! I throughly enjoyed this performance, it was great! Their voices work really great together (ofc duh because they are a band... they have to be) and it was a really great song choice as well.

Again, I am gonna double down here (and them being 3 makes it even more convincing for me):

Hanson (All 3 of them this time)

Reasoning/Clues: ok, so now that there’s 3 of them, I don’t have to sound dumb and be like ummmmm it’s 2 of the Hanson brothers, which two I am not sure, but two of them. This time I can say it is all of Hanson, all 3 of them! WOOO! This performance really solidified it for me. Anyways, here are the logic bombs aka clues:

He was doing what he loved and rushed to the hospital = Zac, one of the brothers, was involved in a motorcycle accident in which he (get this, it’s really bad like reading it on Google made me go ouch that must have been a terrible accident) broke three ribs, his collarbone, and scapula.

The fire truck= the fire department was involved in the accident, which he spoke about in October 2019

4. Surprise! It’s Wildcard Time: Introducing the Orca (whale) 🐳

Commentary: ok, so he performed We’re Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister, and it was meh, it was ok. He sounds like a comedian, and his voice is so familiar, it’s killing me. Anyways, he is talk singing the entire time and there are parts where he sounds out of breath, so I don’t think he is a professional singer. The costume though (since I couldn’t really review that beforehand) looks like a pool floatie on top and a blue version of Banana from season 3 from the chest down, which is kind of cool (I would give it a 8/10 if I were to rate it). I really love that top head part, it looks super great, the costume designers killed it.

Ok, this one I am more unsure about but I am gonna say that I am between these 2:

Bill Burr or Adam Sandler

(Burr is the one pictured below, couldn’t put both images because Tumblr doesn’t let me do more than 10 pictures so just pretend you can also see Adam Sandler’s photo)

Reasoning/Clues: I am gonna have to skip this one... because I am not sure about this one, I am just going off of voice, the clues confuse me, but you have any ideas, feel free to comment them please, I need all the help I can get.

So that’s it, wildcard and all. I hope you guys enjoyed this, I am so sorry for the picture issue, it’s something that bugs me about Tumblr but whatever. I will see you guys in the next one, where we will see Group B sans Phoenix perform and add in a new wildcard, which omg I know who it is I just don’t know what it looks like, but it is the CRAB 🦀! Anyways, I will see you all next weekend, please like, comment, do all the social media things! Bye everyone! 👋🏼

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Snapshot

“I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme. I hate it- I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh; even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call, but mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you; not even close; not even a little bit; not even at all.”

This was my prompt for @littledarlinhavefaithinme 10 Things Challenge. Sorry it’s so late my love xx

Wintershock

Bucky/Darcy

18+

“I hate you!”

“No, you don’t”

“Yes, I do....”

Bucky slides out from under the counter, pulling his hair back and snapping the elastic around it.  Darcy stands in the doorway, hands on hips and silently fuming.

“Fine, why do you hate me today Doll?”  He drawls it out, Brooklyn accent thickening as he cocks a brow and gives her a slow grin as he prowls closer to her.

Darcy bites her lip trying to stop the smile from forming, fuck it makes her knees weak when he looks at her like that.

“That, right there, that is why.”

Bucky frowns, consternation clear on his face.

“What?  What did I do?” He reaches out and catches her wrist, tugging her playfully till she falls against his chest.

“Don’t talk to me like that!” She uses the now close proximity to poke his chest ineffectually with one pointed finger.

“Like what?” Bucky rubs his nose to hers before dipping and stealing a fast hard kiss that makes her moan low in her throat, her whole body now molding itself to his.

“Like you know what I look like naked, damn it!” She pushes away from him as he chuckles into her mouth and he lets her go with a reluctant sigh.

Darcy stomps off, cursing under her breath, Bucky is left feeling slightly confused.  To be fair he often feels confused, especially since he started hooking up with Darcy. 

He watches her go, hips swaying and licks his lips...  he does know what she looks like naked, like a god damn fantasy. He’s determined she’ll give in eventually, let him take her out, date her, do things the right way. He knows she’s everything he ever wanted, but he also knows she’s wary of relationships, scared that if she falls for him he’ll just be another one of the jerks who used her and cast her aside when they were done. It drives him crazy the anyone has used her like that because she’s perfect to him in every way.

Bucky steps off the elevator running vibrainium fingers through his hair, it’s shorter than he’s had it since ‘45.  It was strange watching the last of the Winter Soldier fall away as Natalia cut it this morning, like he was shedding his old life, or maybe even reclaiming his first. 

He holds a tray of coffee in his free hand as he searches the labs for Darcy.  It takes him longer than usual to find her, getting stopped by a half dozen people, most of them staring and smiling at him and trying to flirt, at least till they suddenly seemed to realize who they had come onto, then they’d make excuses to get away. 

Darcy finds him before he finds her, the sound of her heels clicking purposefully have him turning to greet her.  He’d know that Staccato rhythm anywhere, she walked with a purpose and vitality that exuded confidence, he’s come to appreciate that little twist of heel in her step, it makes him smile just hearing it. She stops in front of him, scowling.

“I hate you!”

“Doll, you wound me,” he brings a hand to his heart, “I brought you coffee.”

He turns on that old Barnes charm and offers her the tray. The way she eyed him actually had him a little unnerved for a moment and he wants to fidget, she always makes him feel this way, like he’s some bug under a microscope being assessed and judged, but she’s been looking more and more confused with each meeting, like she doesn’t understand why the other shoe hasn’t dropped yet, doesn’t get why he keeps coming back no matter how much she pushes him away.

He smiles anyway, tilts his head, taking in the pretty picture she makes in her black dress, it’s all business today which means she’s got meetings with some of the department heads. His girl practically runs the R&D department, there’s not a project she doesn’t oversee and secure funding for and the scientists love having her around, the place would be a mess without her.

Darcy grabs the coffee and glares half-heartedly, red lips pursed, watching as he runs his hand nervously through his hair again.  She makes a choked noise and bites her lip.

He kept coming back, kept chasing her, she doesn’t understand why, he’s had her, multiple times, it seemed he’d spring up out of nowhere regularly and it wasn’t just for sex.

He kept bringing her flowers and chocolate and... fuck, he always seemed more interested in making her cum than taking care of himself. If she wasn’t careful she’d get her heart broken. She’d been through this too many times before, men always got bored of her, they only wanted her for sex and she’d come to accept that.

She enjoyed sex, I mean why shouldn’t she? It didn’t have to mean anything and sex with Bucky was insanely good, like, ruined her for all other men good.

Then there was the fact that he wanted to talk to her, listen to what she had to say and would laugh at her stories, always asking for more, it made her nervous. He was slowly turning her world upside down with his sincerity, but he seemed determined to wear her down, to convince her to him a chance... maybe it’s time to stop running.

“You cut your hair.”  She stated, shooting a nasty look at Pearl from accounting who sidles past, winking at Bucky as she goes. Darcy reigns in the urge to slap her or make some snippy comment about taking a picture and refocused on Bucky as he shot her a smug smile, damnit. He seemed to know what she was thinking.

“Yeah...  Felt like I needed a change.”

“I hate it.” She sounds less certain this time, eyes filling with heat as she really takes in the change. Jesus Christ, he looked hot. All she wanted to do was run her hands through it, maybe give it a hard tug while his mouth was between her legs. She closes her eyes briefly and tries to think of something else.

“You hate my hair sweetheart?” 

He knows she doesn’t. Sees the way she curls her tiny fists as though holding back from something.

Darcy rolls her eyes and shakes her head, there was no way she was going to let him see that he was finally getting to her. He has that self-satisfied smirk in place like he thinks he’s won something.

“Did you have to cut it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you just dropped out of a GQ cover shoot, no one is getting any work done, they’re all too busy staring at you.”

Bucky’s lips lift into a crooked grin, she looks cute when she’s flustered, he can see her resisting the urge to run her own fingers through the new cut.

“Here,” He digs in his pocket and brings out a pack of peanut buttercups, holding them just out of reach.

Darcy swears and reaches for them, he holds then above her, teasing her with her favorite treat.

“Bucky!”

“Thought you hated me Doll...”

“Give me the god damn candy Barnes.”

“Give your best guy some sugar, sugar,”

Darcy presses her lips together, stifling a giggle from the cheeky smile he gives her and stands on tiptoe, kissing his lip's quickly. He grins like he just won a prize and drops the treat into her hand, enjoying the childish glee which suffuses her expression. He grabs her hand in his and she follows along beside him right up until he suddenly scoops her up and tucks them both out of sight inside a supply closet.

Twenty minutes later a disheveled Darcy emerges from the closet, her shirt askew and her hair loose from the bun she’s had it swept into earlier. Bucky follows her out, catching her arm and pulling her back in to steal a soft heady kiss before letting her go again.

“Dinner.” Its a demand, not a question.

Darcy bites her lip, eyes bright and finally, after two months of trying to convince her he was serious about them, she nods her head.

“Saturday night, pick me up at seven.”

Bucky whoops and swings her up not caring a bit that half the techs in the labs were staring at them.

He’s got it, a proper date, he’ll plan the whole thing out. He wants to show her how special she is, that he’s not dating her on a whim or to satisfy some carnal itch, she makes him giddy, the way she smiles, how much she cares, she makes him laugh, to him, she’s everything.

“Jesus Bucky!  Not so hard!”

“This damn car’s older than I am.”  he gripes, foot pressed to the floor as he wrenches the wheel again, taking them round a corner at speeds Darcy could have lived without.

“I hate you!  I am never letting you drive my car again!”

“I love you too Sweetheart, now pass me my gun and hold the wheel.”

Darcy shrieks as the hail of gunfire strikes the back window and does as she’s told.  Worst first date ever!

“Would you stop that?”

“Stop what?”

“Staring at me.”

His shoulders rise nearly to his ears as he shrugs uncomfortably and looks away.  The tiny confines of the jet make it hard to put any space between them, which is what Darcy had been trying to do since their clusterfuck of a date two weeks ago.  Every time she got him cornered he ran, he couldn’t now though.

Eyes cast down again she pretends to read her book.  He’d ignored her trying to talk to him when they first boarded, she’d given up trying an hour later when it seemed all she was going to get were noncommittal grunts.

This time only ten minutes pass before she feels the weight of his eyes on her again.

“What?”  The demanding tone ricochets in the tiny compartment like shrapnel.

Blue on blue caught stubbornly as his mouth tightens in a thin line.

“Nothing.”  He finally mutters, looking away, fingers tapping aggravatedly on his thigh.

Darcy slams the book closed and leans forward.

“I-”

“Hate me, I know, I finally got the memo doll.”

“Oh don’t try that bullshit with me, Barnes, seriously, what is your fucking problem?  So what if the date went badly?  You’ve not spoken to me since you left me in medical.”

“You nearly got killed!”

“I know!  I was there!”

“Than why are you trying to talk to me?”

“Because all you’ve done for two weeks is make puppy eyes and run every time I track you down!”

“I nearly got you killed Darce...  I didn’t know what to say.”

Darcy rolls her eyes hard and leans over, pointed finger once again poking his chest.

“You say, let's try that again Darcy, this time without the kidnapping and murder grenades.”

The look of confused surprise is adorable.

“You’d still want to go on a date after we got shot at?”

Darcy throws her hands up and leans back, crossing her arms.

Silence reigns in the compartment, heavy with unspoken words.

“Darce?”

“What?”

“Pick you up at 7 on Friday?”

Darcy’s brow arches, her arms falling as she sighs.

“I hate you.”

“It’s a date.”  he grins before tugging her out of her seat and into his strong arms.  Darcy yelps as she’s moved to straddle hard thighs, her heart racing already in anticipation of what was coming next....namely her.  She smiles as his mouth covers her in a playful teasing kiss and melting into his hold wraps her arms around his neck, relieved to be back where she belonged.

He’s always in her apartment, it feels likes he’s all but moved in permanently.  His books sit on the coffee table, a gun safe takes up a previously empty space under the kitchen counter, there are numerous knick-knacks from around the world he somehow has time to pick up from whatever mission he’s been on recently, littering the surfaces. 

Darcy throws off her jacket and kicks her shoes off, wandering down the hallway to the bedroom.  Just as she enters the room she finds herself suddenly tripping, gravity catching her and hauling her down. 

“Easy sweetheart, I gotcha.”  She’s caught by a warm, wet wall of muscle, her momentum now pressing every inch of her to him.

“Christ on a cracker Bucky, what the hell...” looking down she spies the combat boots that have been left loitering in the entryway to the room.  Where on earth had he come from?

“I didn’t think you’d be home yet doll.”  She takes in the damp hair and naked chest, beads of water still clinging to skin.

“Seriously? Are you trying to kill me?”

“Sorry doll, forgive me?”

A long-suffering sigh escapes her, she’s too tired to tell him off for leaving his boots lying around.

“One condition-”

Before she can complete her demand he produces a bar of chocolate, pressing a kiss to her cheek as he lets her go.

“Okay and I-”

A glass of wine is pressed into her hand like magic.  Darcy squints at his all too innocent expression, mouth opening to-

“’m not a mind reader, just know what my girl needs after a long day.”

“I hate you.” she replies without any ire.

Bucky smirks.

“Love you too Doll.”

She’s never going to live this down, he’s told her a dozen times not to leave without her tracker, telling her she’d get her ass kidnapped.. again.  God, she hates it when he’s right.

The cell is dimly lit, but oddly comfortable considering she’s been kidnapped by what she assumes is probably some previously thought defunct offshoot of Hydra.

Six hours later when the sounds of fighting break out and the thick steel door swings open she’s too thankful to say it out loud.

Bucky strides through the door, murder etched on his face and scoops her up without a word.  Darcy just clings to him, thankful to wait for the lecture on personal safety till later.

He told her he was away on a mission. It’s why when she spots him, she decides to follow him.  He’s meant to be in Egypt, not New York.

He loses her on 5th Avenue and she mutters angrily all the way back to the Tower. 

When he appears the next morning she pretends like nothing happened, like she hadn’t seen him in the city and he acts like he hadn’t lied to her about it. 

Silently she begins to count down the days till his things will surely disappear from her apartment before it’s only him left, the last thing to leave. 

Darcy distracts herself with work and Jane and corralling her merry bunch of mad scientists, putting off the inevitable. 

She’s going to enjoy whatever time they have left.  In the deepest part of her she cries and tries very hard to hate him for the lies.  She thought he was different, she thought he was the one.

Bucky pats his pocket for the fifth time and fidgets in his seat.  The restaurant is half empty and the table service has been terrible.  But it’s the place he’d first met her, although he’s not sure she remembers as they dither over ordering dessert or heading home to raid the freezer for ice cream.

“Have we been here before?”

The sudden question snaps him out of his reverie and he glances across the table.  She’s been subdued lately, but he hasn’t been able to figure out why.

“I was wondering if you’d remember.”

“Remember what?”

“First time I saw you.  I was having lunch here with Steve and Stark.  You blazed in and threw Starks drink in his lap.”

She tilts her head quizzically.

“This is where...  I don’t even remember you being here.”

“We weren’t introduced till the week after, you stormed right back out again after making him sign some papers.”

“Oh..”  Her bottom lip is caught between a flash of white as he rubs his palms over the sides of his thighs.  When she looks away he stands, coming round the table, dropping to one knee.

“Darcy...”

She turns back, eyes widening at his new position and location.

When he reaches into his pocket for the ring she gasps, one hand covering her mouth and the other gripping the tabletop.

With the worst possible timing, a passing waiter trips over Bucky’s foot, sending himself and a tray of food crashing to the ground, leaving Bucky kneeling there, covered in carbonara, mouth half open and a blue velvet ring box in his hand.

He gapes, horrified by the turn of events then closes his eyes.  When he opens them again it’s to the sound and the sight of his girl giggling helplessly, head shaking as she laughs. 

“Omg, your face... baby...  oh my god were you going to propose?”

“What do you mean were, sweet cheeks, this is it, this is my life. I swear to god my Ma must be watching this from heaven and having a fit.  My life's a disaster Darce, but you make everything better. I don’t want to do it without you.  Even if it means getting coffee for breakfast and ice cream for dinner for the next sixty years.  Marry me, Darcy, make me the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.”

She nods her head, still laughing, tears streaming down her face while he struggles to fit the ring on her finger.

“It’s beautiful Buck... when did you even have time to buy it?”

“Took a day a few weeks ago instead of taking the op in Egypt.  Spend it scouring every jewelry store in Manhatten.”

The ring is new, but the design is old.  A princess-cut diamond flanked by garnet petals sparkles in her finger.

A curious expression drifts across her face at his answer and she bites her lip hard before swooping forward and kissing him.

“I hate you,” she whispers lovingly into his mouth.

Warmth spreads in his chest.

“Gonna need you to do that for the rest of my life Doll.”

“Not gonna be a problem soldier.”

They pay and go home to eat ice cream.  A long hot shower later they fall asleep on the couch where they were cuddled up reading to each other. Bucky snuggles her close and throws a blanket over them, thanking every deity he can name for giving him a second chance and her.

The phone is clutched tightly in her hand, the shape of it indented in her skin.  Three days, five hours...  That’s how long she’s been waiting for him to call and tell her he’s okay, that he’s holed up in some safe house or podunk hospital with no internet or cell service.  She taps the glass, checking her call history before swiping and rechecking that the settings are right, the ringer’s on, she’s not on silent or do not disturb...  Grabbing the wire beside her she plugs the phone in to charge, again.  How many times had she done that now? 

The phone rings, some telemarketer, she declines the call, furious that it isn’t him, that it might have stopped his call from connecting. 

Running her hands through her hair she gathers it up, snapping one of Bucky’s hair ties around it in a sloppy bun. 

The quiet of the apartment is getting to her. She stares out the window, watching the silent rush of life sixty stories below.  It doesn’t make sense, how can everything look so normal, how can everyone else still be moving, living?

Cold cups of coffee are scattered around the apartment, keeping company with the small momentoes of their life.  The book he’d been reading to her before he left, her socks left under the coffee table where he’d thrown them after he’d peeled them off her feet, intent on stripping her bare before he’d fucked her into the couch the night before he left.  Her bag and shoes left at the door beside his combat boots, the ones he kept for weekends when he drove his bike upstate, her perched behind him, arms tight and body pressed into the soft leather of the jacket that hung on the peg beside her fluffy cardigan and the Gryfindor scarf she’d knitted for him last Christmas. He was everywhere, in every corner of her life, every crack and crevice, he’d wormed his way in, inch by subtle inch until she couldn’t remember what it felt like before she’d known him. 

The soft wrap of knuckles on wood has her spring from the armchair.  Opening the door the pale face of Natasha Romanoff stares back.  Darcy steps back, silently allowing the women to come in. 

“Why don’t we sit.”  She’s never heard Natasha so quietly calm before.  The other woman is usually three parts snark one part sincerity.  Arms crossed, Darcy stands her ground, shaking her head. 

“Where is he, Natasha?”

The widow tries to place a comforting hand on her arm but she angrily shrugs it away.

“He’s gone Darce...”

She whips round to see Steve framed in the doorway.  He looks wrecked, face bruised and bloodied.  It’s the way he looks at her, his eyes full of silent sorrow and apology that makes her prickle.

“No.”  Darcy doesn't know if she’s denying the words or refusing to accept what he’s saying without speaking, but she shakes her head, futilely repressing the welling panic and grief threatening to overwhelm her.

“I’m so sorry.”

“No,” she snaps, “you don’t get to say that.  He’s not dead.”

“The building was blown up Darcy.  The whole thing collapsed and the fires were raging for over twelve hours...  Even Bucky couldn’t survive that.  We looked for him, no one saw him get out before it went up.  There are no reports of anyone matching his description in any of the medical facilities within a hundred miles of the explosion.  It’s been three days.”

Steve’s begging her to understand but what her heart tells her is that she can not give up on him.  Not yet, not ever. 

Bucky promised he’d come back. He’s never broken a promise to her, he’s not going to start now.

“He’ll come back.  He always does.”  The finality of the statement ends the discussion and both level sympathetic glances at her which she pointedly ignores.

They leave her alone, the apartment door closing quietly as she finally lets her knees fall out from under her.  Bone wrenching sobs burst forth from her lips as her body heaves out her worry and grief. 

“I hate you...  I hate you so much right now...  I hate how much I love you.  You have to come back to me so I can tell you that...”

Whispered words of loss fall around her like ash.  She hates it.  She hates how alone she feels.  Hates that he made her need him.  Hates that when he’s not around it feels as though her world is falling apart. The engagement ring winks mockingly from her finger.  A promise of a life together.  He has to come home, he just has to.

~Six Weeks Later~

“I love you.”

Words spoken into heated skin as pre-dawn light suffuses their bedroom.

He came back, he’s all around her, every inch of him pressing into her.  The affirming sounds of harsh breath, low moans, the symphony of skin against skin as his body slides over hers, fills her with warmth, relief, happiness. 

His hips, safely cradled in hers, his cock buried deep in the tight, silky heat of her leaves him undone and yet complete, grounded, he’s home. 

It’s slow, drawn out.  They make love with each touch and kiss, breath life back into each other with each joining of their bodies. 

Climax closes in for them both, her back arching further, meeting the increased pace of his thrusts as she clings tightly to his shoulders.

His body tenses as the tingling feeling creeps up his spine but he holds back, waiting... When he feels her finally begin to cum, he lets go, her walls clamping around him like a vice as he pounds faster, his hands gripping her ass so he can push deeper and then it hits, not a breath of space between them, bodies shaking and moving through it, his pelvic bone pressed hard on her clit as she gasps his name, her legs tightening around his waist, keeping him locked in place, he couldn’t get away if he wanted to, she was so tightly wrapped around him.  He empties himself inside her, filling her up, some primal satisfaction that she’s full with his seed, that the scent of him will cling to her for days.

The scent of sex and satisfaction lies heavy in the air.

They lie there as the sun rises, bodies replete and at rest as the light slowly fills the room.

“I love you.”  She says it again and he kisses her softly, slowly, burning the memory into both their minds.

“You don’t hate me anymore?”  He asks her lightly and she rolls her eyes, sighing.

“ I hate the way I don’t hate you; not even close; not even a little bit; not even at all, because I never hated you.  I hated that I fell in love so fast.”

“I loved you from the minute I saw you, doll, I’m never going to leave you again, I promise.”

She runs a hand through his hair gently, taking in the sincerity in his eyes.

“You can’t promise that.”

He shushes her with another kiss.

“I told Steve I quit.  No more active duty.”

“Are you serious?”

“Completely.”

“Why?”

“Can’t risk it, not anymore, not when I’ve got you.”

“I’d never ask you to-”

“I know, it’s why I’m doing it.  You deserve to be happy and so do I.”

She’s speechless, but it doesn’t matter, all that does is that she’s not going to lose him again.

“Besides, someone has to keep an eye on you.  You might take over the world if I didn’t. My tiny megalomaniac.”  He teases.

Darcy blushes hotly.  He’s mostly teasing she decides after a moment, after all, she’d taken everyone out of her way to keep the search for him going, even against all the evidence.  If she hadn’t he’d still be rotting inside some Hydra prison cell. 

His eyes crinkle with mirth as he rests his forehead on hers and she wrinkles her nose.

“I hate you.” 

The End.

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Put Me Back Together

A/N: okay so this came to me in a dream. Literally. So thank you to @cxddlyash for letting me spew my ramblings at her. Shes also in this. If yall want me to make it a series then tell me!

Description: Callie is Tyler Posey's personal assistant. When she starts falling for his best friend, will she be able to open up enough to let him love her back.

@dylan-obrien-fanblog @n0rdicstar @stiles-o-dylan24

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Beep, beep, beep 

I groaned as I turned to the side of my bed and shut my alarm off. 630 am. You think I would be used to it by now, but nope. It's been eight months since I was hired on as Tyler Posey's personal assistant and there wasn't a day that went by that he didn't refer to me as his personal assistant from God. 

"Fuck." I mumbled as I looked at the schedule for the day. Throwing on a pair of black skinny capris, teal converse and a teal and white tank I quickly brushed my hair and threw it up in a baseball cap to tame the mess from the night before. Tyler thought it would he a good idea to get stoned and head to a showing of Rocky Horror Picture Show that was pretty badass. However, I felt like a giant pile of garbage and was not looking forward to the day that needed to get done. Heading to Starbucks, I stopped and grabbed two coffees and muffins and headed to Tyler's apartment. 

"Open up Posey!" I yelled kicking his door. I had my own key but considering my hands were full I wasn't able to reach it. "Tyler you have to the count of 5 to open the door or I'm sending that picture of you in a compromising position to all your friends" I said laughing as the door opened quickly. 

"You wouldn't dare." Was all Tyler said as he let me in. 

"Oh I would and I will." I squeezed by him and set the coffee and my bag down on his counter and handed him a cup. "You look like shit dude." 

"Look Cal. Its not my fault you can roll a joint that knocks me on my ass." He said with a laugh as he took a sip of his coffee.  "Jesus this is good. Have I mentioned that you-" 

"I'm your personal assistant from God? Yes, plenty of times. And I love hearing it every time" I said pulling my iPad out of my bag. Tyler just watched me, his eyes still cloudy from sleep, no shirt and just pj pants. Most girls would be drooling but I had thought of Tyler as a brother and he thought of me like family as well so it didn't bug me  

My bff on the other hand. She was another story. 

Opening up the schedule app on the iPad, I took a sip of my coffee. "Okay so you have an audition in two hours, an interview and photoshoot with GQ at 3pm and I guess a date tonight at 8." 

"Cancel the date. It was a blind one that i was set up on by Crystal and I am so not interested." He said laughing. You joined in and shook your head walking to his room. 

"Whatever you say hotshot. Let's get you dressed for that audition." 

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The audition took a bit longer than needed so I was thankful that I drove my own car so we could get tyler to the shoot. Handing him a bag that had burger and fries in it, I never took my eyes off the road as he wolfed it down. "How did it go?" I asked as we stopped at a red light. 

"Eh. It was good. But hey Dylan wanted to know if I was free to go out tonight." He said grinning over at me. "I told him I would have to check my shit with my warden." 

"Shut the hell up Posey." I said laughing as we turned into the parking garage for the GQ building. "But yeah. You are free and clear. Plus tomorrow is Saturday so you don't have anything going on." I got out of the car and handed my keys to the valet as we walked inside. 

The second we stepped into the office Tyler was swarmed. I hung out with the director and helped him choose some outfits that looked the best on Tyler without trying too hard. "Do the red bow tie with the all black. But leave it untied." I walked over and messed his hair up a bit and smiled "There." I said stepping back. The director laughed and everyone got into place "You have a knack for this Callie. Sure I can't steal you from Tyler as my own assistant?"

"Not a chance!" Tyler yelled across the room as we laughed. 

"I guess that answers that question." I said shaking my head with a smile. 

The rest of the shoot went great and it looked like Tyler had a good time. When they were done we got back into my car so I could drive him home. "Callie, come out with us tonight. You'll be able to see Dylan again" Tyler said looking at me. 

I had met most of the Teen Wolf cast already, but everytime dylan had hung out with tyler I was either gone visiting family or only saw him on quick glances as I left for the night or the rare times that I hung out with them, it was at some party or premier so we didn't get to talk much. "Tyler you know the club scene isn't my scene." I said laughing. "Besides I'm sure that Dylan wants to hang out with just you." Tyler continued to plead and beg though and I eventually decided to give in. 

And that's how I found myself in one of the biggest nightclubs in LA, dressed in a red crop top and a black skater skirt, with a drink in my hand, laughing hysterically at the way Tyler just got shot down. "Dude her boyfriend almost killed you!" I yelled over the music as he just shook his head. 

"Shut up Cal. Let's just not talk about that." 

"Talk about what?" I heard the voice in my ear and turned around to find Dylan standing behind me with a grin on his face. His black t shirt, blue over shirt  and jeans suited him, as did the backwards Mets cap that sat on his head. 

"Oh you know. Tyler almost got his ass handed to him for hitting on the wrong girl. The usual." I said shrugging. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and pulled it out. 

Britt-Brat: hey what are you doing tonight? I'm bored and lonely. 

Calico: get here NOW PLEASE. Tyler drug me out here and Dylan is here and I'm hyperventilating.

Britt-Brat: girl you need to chill lol. I'll be there in ten. 

I sighed as I slipped my phone into my pocket and looked at the two guys staring at me. "What?" I asked as I took a sip of my drink. 

"Well you looked like you were about to have an anxiety attack and now you're good." Tyler said with a smile. 

"Yeah well clubs aren't my scene so my friend Britt is coming down so I'm not alone. Trust me, you'll like her." I said nudging his ribs. Tyler laughed and rolled his eyes as I felt Dylan’s arm go around my shoulder. 

“But you’re not alone. You’re with us.” He said close to my ear so he didn’t have to yell. I was thankful the blush on my cheeks was hidden by the dark and the flashing lights as I took another sip of my drink. 

“Yeah, however I know Tyler, and if I know anything I know that he will be going home with someone tonight.” I said shrugging. “And so will you since you guys are so much alike.” Dylan scoffed and held a hand to his heart in mock pain. 

“Callie, I am hurt.” He said with a puppy dog pout. “I would NEVER ditch you for another girl.” Laughing I shook my head as I heard my name through the crowd. 

“Britt thank god.” I said running over. “Britt this is Dylan and Tyler.” I said pointing to Tyler who just walked back over with a drink for her. “Why don’t we get a table.” I said as I walked over to one of the tables. Britt and I slid into the middle with Tyler and Dylan on each side as we faced the band that was about to start playing. 

Feeling a hand on my thigh, I looked down and noticed Dylan hand against my skin. His skin was rough and calloused but felt smooth and warm. He wasn't paying attention and it seemed like he did it without realizing it. 

Dylan and I have always had a flirtatious friendship. Though we were never close, whenever he hung out with Tyler in the last few months I always tagged along and it became a thing. Nothing either of us acted on  as he was with Britt Roberston and I wasn't interested in dating an actor. 

Feeling my phone buzz under my hand, I noticed that Britt had set her phone down and put her attention back on Tyler. 

Britt-Brat: Callie, I swear to god if you dont make a move I will do something for you.

Calico: Dont you fucking dare. 

I shot the text and put my phone down enjoying the band when I felt something wet go down my side and soak my outfit. 

"Oh my God. I am SO sorry." Britt said feigning innocence as I glared at her. "Dylan, you know this club. Can you take her to the back to get cleaned up." 

"I hate you." I hissed to her as Dylan stood up and grabbed my hand in his. I hated to admit how nice it felt. I followed Dylan as he led me to the bathrooms and expected him to head back to the table. I was surprised when I walked into the empty girls room and he followed me. 

"What are you doing?" I asked as he leaned against the door. 

"There were some creeps staring when we came down the hall so I wasn't going to leave you by yourself." He said shrugging as he shot a grin at me. Laughing I rolled my eyes as I turned towards the sink and got a paper towel wet. 

"My hero." I said as I stripped the top off my body. When Britt spilled her drink she had soaked the entire top and I knew I wouldn't be able to get it clean. Taking the rag, I started cleaning my skin of the sticky alcohol and readjusted my bra knowing I was going to have to deal with it being damn till I got home. 

What I forgot about was Dylan standing there against the door. 

POV Change 

I wasn't expecting Callie to be okay with me following her in. Then again I also expected she would smack my hand away when I put it on her thigh earlier but she didn't. 

After calling me her hero, I was about to quip something back when she decided to strip her top off. I've seen Callie in a bathing suit, but this was different. The red lace bra that she wore pushed her breasts up and my mouth dried when she started cleaning herself off. My eyes trailed down the pale skin that was exposed on her top half, down to her legs that seemed they went on for days. I always thought she was attractive, but it was never the right time. 

Clearing my throat, I adjusted my pants to hide the growing erection and watched her turn around. "You look like you just got done running a mile." She said as a laugh escaped her lips. 

Her laugh was melodic and I swear that I could listen to it all day. "Nah. Just hot in here. Any luck with your shirt?" I asked trying to change the subject. 

"Nope. So I either have to deal with the see through mess or walk out there like this." 

Hesitating a second, I quickly took off the unbuttoned overshirt I was wearing and handed it to her. Callie stared at it questionably as I shot her a smile. "Hey its better than nothing." I said as she accepted it and shrugged it on. 

"How do I look?" She asked as she twirled around and let out another musical laugh. 

"Perfect."  I said quietly. Clearing my throat again, I plastered a grin back on my face. "You look great. Now let's go find our friends."  I didnt miss the blush that crept onto her cheeks as she looked down at her buzzing phone. 

"Well that might be an issue considering they left together." She grumbled. "Would you mind giving me a ride back to my apartment? Tyler and I ubered here." 

Nodding, I stepped back from the door and held my hand out. "Of course. Just tell me where to go." Her hand laced into mine again and I loved the feeling that coursed through my body when our skin connected. 

Leading her through the pulsing bodies that surrounded the dancefloor, I tightened my grip till we reached the door. Finally getting outside into the cold air I breathed a sigh of relief. I refused to let go of her hand till my car was brought around and we both got in. 

Instantly her hand went to the radio and she paired her phone to the bluetooth and put a song on.  An unfamiliar song came through my speakers, but she sang along without a care in the world. Her voice was beautiful and I just sat there and grinned while listening to her. 

"You take me high when I'm dropping low

And you show me places I never know

Even when we just running 'round town getting stoned

Boy, you put me back together again"

I listened to her laugh again when she turned the music down. "Sorry, I just really love that song."  She said shrugging. "Oh, turn right here." She said pointing towards the brownstone down the road. They were nice, not too flashy but also something that were cheap to live in. 

"What? Tyler pays well." She said laughing as I parked. Getting out I ran over to the other side of the can and opened the door for her. She grabbed onto my hand again as I walked her up to the front door. 

"Hey Callie, do you wanna grab some coffee tomorrow? Kind of get to know each other a bit more?" I asked. She had every right to shoot me down and honestly I expected her too. What I didnt expect was what came out of her mouth.  

"Sure." She said with a grin as she opened up her door and stepped inside. "Night Dylan." 

As soon as that door shut I pumped my fist with a big smile on my face. Heading back to my own house, I looked the song that she had been playing in my car and put it on my phone as I put my headphones in.  Lying on my bed, I closed my eyes and fell asleep to the song playing in my ears. 

"You put your hands on my body

And I know that you got me

And you give me that room

When I'm falling into you."

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My OUAT Rewatch -- S6E6 -- Dark Waters

Link to Rewatch Review and Ranking archive

You know, you learn LOTS of things when you’re not angrily blogging and screaming while watching a show that you used to love and now hate watch because the writers are hack asshats.

For example . . . . . did you know that Killybunny used to just go around murdering and killing people for shits and giggles?  Did you know that he’s still punching people and putting them in the hospital and doing exactly what his snuggle boo Emma tells him NOT to do?  And did you know it takes all of FIVE SECONDS for all of that to just be totes forgiven by both Emma AND Henry because he’s that awesome and wonderful? 

Okay, you probably DID know all of this shit but . . . . . paralleled against a backdrop of Belle debating whether or not Rumple is permitted to see their child’s ultrasound because he’s soooooooooooooooo eeeeeeeeeeviiiiiiiiiiiiiillllllllllll when the only time he’s bothered her since they returned is when a literal madman wanted to murder her . . . . . . . . yeah.  

Rumple reading the script like “Who writes this shit?” 

Well, Brigitte Hales for one but . . . . more on that later . . . 

First of all, before more snark begins, I do want to comment on Belle’s dress in this episode because it is beautiful.  SHE is beautiful.

I love this dress, and wow, what a nice improvement from the frumpy thing she was wearing two episodes ago.  

But then there’s our continuing game show . . . . . 

WHAT THE FUCK IS EMMA WEARING??????

They just get worse every episode, don’t they?  

So . . . . . where to begin?

This was a Hook propping episode, and the basic summary of any Hook propping episode is:  “Hook does something really shitty, probably murder or at the bare minimum physical assault, lies about something, and in the end all is forgiven because reasons and he’s SPESHUL!” Also sub-plot of every Hook propping episode:  “Rumple is an evil evil that evils even though whatever he’s doing is either a) nothing or b) nowhere near as bad as whatever Hook was doing in this episode, but he’s still the evilest evil of all evils who should be shunned forever and ever amen.”  

Is that an accurate summary?  

So that’s the gist of this one, but other stand-out moments:

Henry telling the EQ that “Hook would never hurt their family” -- dude, he LITERALLY just tried to kill ALL OF YOU like what, a month ago?  Two months?  I don’t know, I’m as done with trying to make sense of this timeline as the writers are.  But seriously -- there was a trip to HELL and everything because he tried to hurt all of you.  You know, you were THERE.  You wrote about it in your fucking book.  JFC, this show, I swear.  

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/152406925472/pamchenko-twist-mel35-the-joke-of-the-year

Also this:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/152461563747/an-empty-heart-and-a-bloodstained-harpoon

The Snow/Belle scene in the hospital . . . . I mean, I just . . . . . seriously????

So we’re just flat out ignoring the fact that Snow sold out Belle to Hyde a couple of weeks ago and pretending that they’re bestest buddies now?  Of course, Belle doesn’t KNOW THAT.  

Also . . . . . again I ask . . . Rumple . . . WHAT DID HE DO??????

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/152595157632/im-going-to-tell-yall-right-now

Okay, let’s piggyback on that post I just linked.  Because there IS some serious bullshit going on in the writers room at this point.

Y’all know how we dragged on Brigitte Hales from S6 onward as being a shitty, Rumple-hating writer.  And how we dragged on her being up Hook’s ass on TWITTER and dragging Rumple ON TWITTER.

Well here’s the thing that you notice when you deep dive into the series and pay attention to shit.

Hales has been on staff since the START of SEASON FIVE.  She was supposedly there to “replace” Kalinda, who left abruptly after S4 ended, literally after the Out of the Past graphic novel came out, which was the summer IN BETWEEN S4 & S5, when she gushed on social media about the beautiful Rumbelle story she wrote for it.

Well here’s the things boys and girls -- this is only Brigitte’s SECOND EPISODE as a writer.  She only wrote ONE episode in S5, and it was way toward the end, and now it’s 6 episodes in before she gets to pen another one.  Kitsowitiz have already penned TWO episodes this season, which also isn’t the norm in the writing pattern, and the last time they penned an episode at an odd point in a season was the end of S2 when they wanted to steer into a “different direction” because of the Neverland shit.  

I have theories . . . . but I’m hesitant to post them because they’re NOT nice and there’s a 50/50 chance I’m right or wrong, but . . . . if you’re nosy . . . . shoot me a message (NOT on anon though cause I’m not posting it here, if you ask on anon I’m not answering) and I’ll gladly share privately, providing that you’ll keep it to yourself.   

BTW, I was rooting for this to be the first episode to dip below the 1.0 ratings number . . . . 

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/152559741072/mission-accomplished

A Belle gripe post for those interested:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/152555883387/tired-of-how-theyre-writing-belle

Also, the GQ stuff . . . . didn’t bother me.  Because watching it . . . . Rumple had ZERO reaction.  ZERO.  He didn’t want it, he didn’t kiss back.  And I can’t help but wonder if Lana and Bobby played this scene that way on purpose, ignoring whatever stupid shit the script said.  If so good for them -- at least someone gives a fuck about these characters.

The thing that bugged me about that scene was Rumple referring to Hook and Henry as “The Pirate and his Son.”

I’m sorry, WHAT?????  What kind of fucked up shit is that????

THIS is Neal’s Dad, BRIGITTE HALES, not the fucking Pirate Fuckboy!  I know you weren’t there when Neal was on the show, and you and Goodman were probably in the corner of the writers room wanking on the Hook Standee when Souls of the Departed was being written and missed the Neal part, but please learn the show’s HISTORY and also Rumple would NEVER refer to his GRANDSON as the son of that STD-ridden douche canoe!

THAT was probably the most angering moment of this episode.  

Lord, this show, I swear . . . . . . . . 

Points tally:

40 points to start

Belle was in character ISH at the end so 2 points for that I guess (I’m being generous here because I liked her dress and I’m that shallow)

20 points deducted for Hook centric

Only 1 point deducted for Zee because she was basically insignificant in this episode, as she always should be

3 points deducted for OOC Rumple for the “Pirate and his son” line cause NO fuck that noise

10 points deducted for Hales

Cant really justify adding or deducting anything else.  I mean -- there are worse episodes out there and the fuckery in this one is pretty much par for the course so, whatever.  

Total points:  8

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[my-emotional-self]

The Actor and The Photographer (Chris Evans x Reader)

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Awkwardness?

Word Count:  2,148

Summary: You are a freelance photographer who happens to photograph Chris Evans.

You were sat on the couch, your laptop nestled gently on your lap as you scrolled through your most recent photoshoot photos, trying to pick the best ones.  The curtains were drawn letting in the warm New England sun on this bright Sunday late morning.  The hum of the announcers for the New England Patriots swept through your apartment as birds sang happily outside.  

Your phone rang making you quickly swipe it open and answer.  “This is Y/N.”

“Hi Y/N, this is Zach from GQ magazine.  I was hoping to book you for a shoot this Wednesday if you are available,” Zach said from the other line as you smiled to yourself.  Zach was always a pleasure to work with and you never had any problems with him.  

“Let me just check my schedule real quick, hold on” you remarked, setting your phone down before hastily grabbing your planner from your purse.  “Nope, I’m all free.  What are the details?”

“Our office in New York, Wednesday at 2pm, Chris Evans” Zach replied, his voice smooth as he gave you all the details you needed on whether you would approve or deny this opportunity.

You had never photographed Chris before, and he was definitely one of your top people you always wanted to work with.  “Yeah, I can make that happen.”

“Great, see you Wednesday morning.”

Ending the phone call, you sat back down on the couch, letting out a sigh as you got back to work.

~~~

Wednesday morning came as your alarm woke you from your slumber; the hotel pillows not as comfortable as your own as you massaged the kink from your neck.  The drive from Boston to New York City was a little over four hours so you decided to make the drive last night, and stay at a hotel rather than get up at five in the morning and go through traffic.  

Taking a quick shower, you bow dried your hair and put on some mascara.  You were never one for makeup; really only wearing it for special occasions. You threw on a pair of black skinny jeans, combat boots and a torn Nirvana shirt.  This was one of the best things about being a freelance photographer; you made your own rules.  You didn’t have to go out to buy a whole new ‘professional’ wardrobe.  Being in the business for a little over five years now, you made a name for yourself and people knew what to expect from you.  

You decided taxi would be much less daunting than driving through New York City.  The drive was effortless for the taxi driver as you went through Zach’s email on your phone; your trust camera bag hugging your hip.  Your phone vibrated in your hand; a text from your brother coming through.  

Tom: Hey little sis, what are you up to today?

Y/N: I’m actually in NYC, about to do a photoshoot.  

Tom: Coincidentally, I’m also in NYC.  Give me your location and I’ll drop off some lunch for you.

You snorted at his last text, rolling your eyes.  He was always looking out for you as your big brother; taking care of you even though you were 31 years old.  

Y/N: Really Tom, you don’t have to do that.  They will have food there like they always do.

Tom: Quit crying and give me the address.  

This time you laughed, the taxi driving looking at you from the mirror before his eyes went back to the road.  You gave Tom the address of where your photoshoot was being held.  

Tom: Great.  I won’t have time to sit and chat but I’ll at least bring you some good food.  I’ll see you later

Pulling up to the GQ offices, you paid and tipped the driver before letting yourself out of the car.  Zach greeted you as you walked in; the two of you easily making chit chat as he showed you to the space where the photoshoot would be held.  

It was about a half hour before Chris would show up so you started to unpack your things, setting everything up and taking a few test shots of the hair and makeup crew setting up in the corner.  

You heard some giggling and whispers going on behind you.  Turning, you saw the makeup girls looking in your direction; laughing when they saw you look at them before turning their gaze away.  

Your lip curled up in a sneer, shaking your head in disgust.  People always talked about you; about the way you dressed for such ‘professional’ engagements such as celebrity photoshoots; but it never bothered you. You were bullied, a lot in middle school and high school for wearing what you wanted to.  Most people calling you ‘goth’ or ‘emo’ just because you wore band t-shirts, combat boots, and chunky bracelets.  You would never understand why there would be so much hate in the world, just from the way people dressed.  There were, without a doubt, more important issues going on.   People like those girls are the reason you strive to do something different; photograph wildlife.  

In that moment, the doors opened up and Chris Evans himself walked in.  You had to admit, your heart faltered as he glanced over to you and nodded; a smirk appearing on his lips.  He was wearing a pair of blue jeans, along with a, what looked like, a size too small blue t-shirt and a baseball hat.  

You could tell with ease that this wasn’t Chris’ first rodeo.  He went straight to hair and makeup, introducing himself before sitting down in the chair to get ready.  

As they were tending to Chris, you couldn’t help but steal glances in his direction; his soft blue eyes often meeting yours through the mirror.  Each time your eyes connected, you felt your face heat up with embarrassment from being caught looking at him.  In all your time photographing celebrities, you never got flustered. Not.  One.  Bit. And here comes Chris, changing that.

Chris cleared his throat, getting your attention and you almost dropped your camera as you were lost in your own thoughts; thoughts of seeing him shirtless while getting into his wardrobe.  

“Hi, Chris Evans” he said as he held out his hand, waiting for you to take it; his cerulean eyes staring you down making the butterflies stir in your stomach.  

Do something Y/N, your mind screamed at yourself as you just stood there, getting lost in his blue orbs. “Y/N.  Y/N Brady, nice to meet you Chris” you finally managed to say as you placed your smaller hand in his large calloused, but warm hand.  “You ready?” you asked with grin, hoping to not be a nervous bumbling idiot during the next few hours.  

Chris gave you a wink, “I’m all yours!”

At his words, your heart drummed so forcefully in your chest, you thought you would explode. Chris turned around and went towards the white backdrop as you mentally slapped yourself.  Get a grip Y/N!!  Never have you felt such a pull towards someone; never faltering at their words; never feeling like a lovesick teenager.  You just met the guy for craps sake!  

Mentally shaking your thoughts away, you put your camera on the tripod, adjusting the frame and lighting as needed before getting down the business.  

~~~

Chris was, overall, one of the easiest people you had ever worked with before.  You had photographed many actors, singers, and sports stars over the last five years and you knew most of them would be divas and hard to work with.  But Chris was different; he was easy to instruct.  He listened to your every suggestion on how to pose, and what he should be doing.  He even made you laugh by cracking jokes, and making comments.  

“Lunch time” Zach said as he opened the door for the catering company.  Everyone in the room quietly cheering as other workers set up tables around the room.  

Your stomach was rumbling, begging for food as you smelled the delicious catering; but you were more excited to see what your brother was bringing you.  

As people started to dig in to their food, you scanned the room, seeing Chris eating at the table closest to where you were standing; his PA sitting next to him.  

“Y/N” you heard your name being called as you turned to see your brother Tom standing in the doorway, a ‘Patsy’s Pizzeria’ pizza box in hand.  It took everything you could muster to not make a fool of yourself by jumping up and down.  Patsy’s Pizzeria was by far, your favorite pizza joint ever!  

“You are a lifesaver Tom!” you gushed as you pranced to your brother, giving him a hug before taking the box from him.  “Are Giselle and the kids with you?”

“No, they are back home. I’m just here for the day, but I actually have to rush.  I got caught up in traffic and I’m going to be late so I’ll see you at the game on Sunday?” his eyebrows raised in anticipation for your answer.  

“Yes I’ll be there on Sunday.  Wouldn’t miss it” you answered before giving him a kiss on the cheek; Tom reciprocating the gesture before heading out the door.  

Turning around, you paused when you saw Chris looking at you, his mouth agape as his food filled fork was paused in the air.  Furrowing your brows, you went to take a seat across from his, setting down the pizza box.

“Everything alright?” you chuckled out as you dug out a large slice of pizza.  

“That was Tom Brady” Chris choked out, his face contorted in surprise.  

You giggled at how awe struck he looked, “You sure don’t miss a thing do you?”  You immediately scolded yourself for saying such a thing to a client; hoping he didn’t take it the wrong way.  Having a sarcastic mouth sometimes got you into trouble and you were hoping now wasn’t going to be one of those times.  

“You’re related to Tom Brady?” Chris asked again, his body language still frozen as he stared at you with intensity.  

“Mmmhhmmm” you hummed out, taking a bite from your pizza and chewing rather hastily.  “He’s my older brother.”

Chris’ mouth finally shut, setting down his fork in the process as his hands caressed his beard. You glanced between Chris and his PA, your forehead furrowing in the process trying to figure out what the big deal was.  Chris was a celebrity; he had been in many big blockbuster movies; why would Tom Brady have this kind of effect on him?

His PA leaned over the table in your direction.  “Have you ever felt, that there is one person out there, one, that if you ever met, you would just go completely frozen?”

As your mind turned her question about, you finally nodded your head to her.  “Yeah, I’m sure everybody does” you replied with a shrug.

She smiled at you, “Tom Brady is that person for Chris.”

You didn’t pay too much time to reading gossip columns about celebrities or anything to that sort. You didn’t want it to influence your job in a negative way at all, but now you were sure you could find something on Chris gushing about Tom Brady in an interview!

“Interesting” you said with a sly smile; Chris face beginning to turn a light shade of pink from his PA’s words.  

“It’s not like that alright” Chris chuckled out, finally finding his voice.  “I’m just a really big fan of the Patriots and Tom Brady is pretty amazing at what he does.”

You shook your head with a giggle, “Well, I agree with you on that.”  In that moment, an idea popped into your head, and you didn’t know if it would be overstepping any kind of boundaries or not.  But then again, you were a freelance photographer; you made your own damn rules.  “I’m going to the game on Sunday.  If you’re in town, you’re free to come!”

Chris’ face lit up like a little kid on Christmas morning when they realize how many presents Santa brought them.  

“Really?” Chris asked, his eyes crinkling from the bright smile on his face.  

“Of course” came your soft reply, your grin wide an easy as you nervously fidgeted with your hands under the table.  You hoped he would say yes as you wouldn’t mind getting to know Chris.  Even if it didn’t go anywhere, he seemed like a cool guy to hang around.  

His hand slapped on the table eagerly, but not with enough force to make people look in your direction. “I would love to go to the game on Sunday.”

It was settled, Chris was coming with you to the Patriots came on Sunday to cheer on your brother. The two of you got back to your lunches, stealing glances across the table at one another.  

A/N: I’ve had this idea in my head for a few months. Part 2??

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[ahollandy]

Oh, You Again - Tom Holland Imagine

Summary: A drunken night out leads to an awkward encounter on your first day as a photographer

Warning: Bit of swearing, mentions of sexy time, y’know the usual.

Masterlist

You were prepared to have a cozy night in the night before an early start. 6am you had your alarm set for. It wasn’t often people landed their dream job, but you had somehow landed the photography job of a lifetime.

You had worked so hard over the past 3 years to develop an outstanding portfolio, and somehow the editors of Brittish GQ got their hands on it.

The phone call was out of the blue and they asked to see more of your work, so you sent them some more recent photo shoot images you had taken, and they were blown away. They invited you to join them on their team of creative developers and begin working with them right away.

As you were just starting to get comfortable on your couch, your phone buzzed against the pillow beside you, and you answered after a few rings.

“Sooooo…..” your friend started. “You’re definitely coming out for a drink tonight”.

“No way in hell” you replied.

“Yes way in hell. It’s been forever!” your best friend pleaded. You rolled your eyes at their pathetic attempt to pry you from your cozy, warm apartment.

“What harm can one drink do? I’ll even buy you food” they said, in another attempt to convince you.

It was at that moment you heard a knock on the door. Whilst still arguing on the phone, you stood and walked over the door, surprised to see your best friend standing behind it.

You hung up the phone and looked at them with an are you serious? look.

It may have taken another 30 minutes, but sure enough you were coaxed into leaving the comfort of your home.

The bar down the road with your usual go-to, the comfy plush booths, good music and underground vibe was always something that picked up your mood a little. Although the bar was a little dark, you knew your way around pretty well by now so the two of you easily made your way to a table with some drinks.

You had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be just that one drink consumed tonight.

Three hours past, multiple empty glasses scattered around you, and your vision was so burry that you could barely make out the face of your best friend opposite you.

After that, you really don’t remember anything else that happened that night.

Somehow, with some luck, you woke up the next morning back in your bed.

Your head was thumping and your stomach was twisting at the cocktail of alcohol in it.

Curled up to one side, your eyes are still tightly squeezed shut as you try and will away the sickening feeling that is spreading through you. As you open your eyes, the brightness of the day seared your irises. As you try and ignore your burning eyes, you roll onto your back slowly, stretching your arms above your head.

As your head rolls onto the other side, your eyes slowly adjust to see a mound of sheets and pillows surrounding an unfamiliar shape.

As your eyes grow, you can start to make out the messy curls that fall over a strangers head, the muscles in their back as they lay facing away from you, leaving their back exposed to the air, the rest of their body hidden under the duvet.

Your heart begins to pound, racing as you begin to lift yourself to lean on your elbows.

Peaking over their shoulder, you see a content face, mouth slightly open as they breathe peacefully in their sleep.

You slump back down into your bed.

Holy shit.

‘What have I done?” you whisper to yourself, covering your face with your hands.

You look down at your body, only noticing now that our dressed in only a bra that’s twisted uncomfortably around you and your underwear from the night before.

But before you can start to string together the memory you have from the night before, you glace at your alarm clock, seeing a bright red 7:14am glaring at you.

HOLY SHIT

You throw the sheets off your body, disregarding the comfort of the stranger, as you scramble to the bathroom, snatching a pair of black denim jeans and a stripe shirt on your way.

You ready yourself in the bathroom, almost tripping 2 or 3 times from the room spinning so much, bumping things over and you clamber up to your feet again. You stopped in your tracks as you left the bathroom when you saw the stranger sitting upright in bed, chest bare and hair messily strewn across his head. He rubbed at one eye before throwing you a lazy, sleepy smirk.

“G’morning” he said, leaning back onto his hands, his British accent catching you a little off-guard.

“Uhh, good morning” you say, avoiding eye contact.

He lets out a little chuckle at how flustered you were, watching silently as you begin to gather your photography gear and put it into your work bag.

“You in a rush to get out of here love? You know this is your house, you don’t have to run from me,” He says.

“I’m going to be late for work” you say hastily pulling together your things and brushing the hair out of your face.

“You need to leave” you say to him, throwing what looked to be his pants over at him.

The stranger pulls themselves from your bed, standing as they began to pull their jeans on, and you cant help but let your eyes wander over the form of his body.

This guy was good looking, and boy could you tell that he worked out. The way his muscles rippled under his skin as he moved his arms, his chest more chiseled than a damn Greek god.

Your eyes snapped back to your feet when you see him peering up at you through his eyelashes, catching you looking at him. You avoided eye contact as you grasped a blazer in your hand, throwing your bag over your shoulder and began looking for your phone.

He slipped his shirt over his head and turned to face you, pushing his unruly disheveled curls away from his face. You watched as his nimble fingers combed over his locks, admiring how they shaped his sharp jaw line and brown comforting eyes.

Once again, he caught you ogling at him and you snapped your eyes away from him. You could hear him chuckle as he walked over to his shoes, slipping them on.

You glace at the clock once more, 7:30.

“Shit!” your hands pull at your hair. “I was supposed to be there by now!” You run to the door, hoping that you had everything you needed, before glaring at the stranger walking slowly to you.

When he finally walked past you, out of the apartment, you rushed behind him, closing and locking the door behind you.

At this point you didn’t care what that guy did, He was out of your home and you were late to your first shoot with your new job. So as you ran down the stairs away from the stranger, you couldn’t care less what they thought of you.

Running outside, you threw yourself into a cab, hoping that somehow they wouldn’t fire you on the spot.

 You pull up to the shoot location frazzled and sweaty. Nerves were building in your stomach as you walked briskly over to who you assumed was your boss.

“I’m so sorry I really am I didn’t mean to be late something just happened and I-“

“Calm down, its okay” an official looking man clad in a suit said to you. His colleague beside him smiled at you.

“The model for the shoot hasn’t even shown up yet” she said.

You wiped your brow and exhaled, before walking over to the set that was lit up by the industrial sized light boxes.

You smiled at the people around you, introducing yourself as one of the photographers and began to set up your equipment. Your camera somehow wasn’t damaged from your thrashing to get there and you thanked the lords for that. You needed this job more than ever and couldn’t afford to buy a new one right now.

You watched as set in front of you and admired how it was finalized to look like a tropical hotel getaway. There was a large pool outside with lounge chairs scattered around it; the room you were standing in had a large glass window and a comfy couch that sat pressed against the wall.

It wasn’t for another 30 minutes until you heard “He’s finally here! Lets get this show on the road” being called behind you.

You take a deep breath and turn to walk towards the scene, only to have the breath knocked straight out of you.

You stared at the ‘model’ for the shoot, as he stared back at you with those warm, familiar eyes, hair still a mess of unruly curls, and he was even wearing the same damn clothes he left your apartment in.

You swallowed the growing lump in your throat, sudden heaviness weighing down on your chest as you tried to think of something to say that didn’t sound totally ridiculous.

As the seconds ticked by, the stranger from your bed stared back at you wide-eyed, sharing the same unexpected shock, but they definitely played it off cooler than you did. He was suddenly ushered away from you, tugged on the arm by one of the stylists you had met earlier, in order to get ready for the first scene.

You stood frozen, still trying to register that he was the model for the shoot. The stranger that you woke up with in your bed; he was the one you needed to photograph.

It wasn’t long until he reemerged sporting a blue-silk outfit unbuttoned down his chest. He threw you a smug smile as he walked past you towards the couch for the fist shoot and you turned on your heels to follow him, shoving your nerves to the side knowing that there was no way around this.

As the first shoot began to warm up, the awkwardness was slowly subsiding as the two of you finally got to learn each other’s names.

Tom was a great model, there’s no denying that, but it was hard to focus on the task at hand when you kept on getting flashbacks of his mouth on yours every time you saw his tongue dart out and lick his lips.

Seeing as you were pressed for time, the stylists didn’t waste any time in changing between outfits, and Tom wasn’t shy about stripping from his first outfit in front of everyone.

His hands rose to grip the back of his designer shirt, tugging it off his shoulders with ease, and when he turned his back to you, you couldn’t help but let out a very audible gasp at the sight.

A sight you hadn’t noticed this morning, but there were red scratch marks clawed down his toned back, finger-sized bruises dug into his sides and what looked to be feint bite marks littered his hips.

You hand covered your mouth in an attempt to mask your gasp, but to no avail. As he turned to face you he twisted his arms through the sleeves of the next shirt, your eyesight moved over the red trails that continued down his chest, evidently caused by your very own fingernails the night before.

You could see more feint bite marks dotting his abdomen, bruises flushing against his abs.

Tom wasn’t looking at you, but instead he was looking down at his own body with a smirk plastered firmly on his face. He could see you from the corner of his eyes react to the marks you had left on his body.

You could see the disgruntled look on the stylists face as they overlooked the state of Tom’s body.

“I thought you were told to take care of yourself before the shoot, they wanted to do some shirtless scenes” the stylist grumbled as they fixed Tom’s hair.

“I mean, I took care of myself, it was someone else who didn’t” Tom remarked, throwing you a wink.

You rolled your eyes at an attempt to look dismissive but really you needed an excuse to walk away and hide the red flush of your face. As you walked over to switch out the batteries of your camera, you heard some grumbling behind you.

You hadn’t noticed that Tom had walked up behind you, making you jump as he spoke.

“Maybe you should take a little better care of me next time, darling,” he murmured under his breath, before turning and walking away to the next shoot site. As you look over your shoulder you see him turning around, throwing you a cheeky wink and then walking out the door.

“Next time, eh?” you said under a sigh, but you couldn’t help the smile spread across your lips, because there was no denying that you loved your job; now more than ever.

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[spnbaby-67]

Craving You --Chapter 4

Summary;  What happens when you work for a company that suddenly changed the rules on you, and you had no idea about it? Things change all the time and sometimes changes lead to a good thing. But sometimes, it can lead to trouble.

A/N: Here is chapter 4 of Craving you, remember this is an AU where Jensen is single, Please no hate on Danneel or JJ as they are amazing people, and who i wish to meet someday. My work is to no be posted on any other sites without my permission or my doing. I will post chapter one on Archives of our own tonight. I have to give  a MAJOR shout out to the following people, Lee @wheresthekillswitch, and @writersaredreamers for their editing and encouragement to keep going on. for @impalaimagining for her aesthetic she made for me, @secretlyfurrydragon for her support as well. And for all you writers and readers who inspire me to keep going on. THANK YOU EVERYONE!!!

Warnings:” mentions of panic attack, a little fluff i’m still learning, 

After everyone had gotten their seat belts on, and the flight attendant checked the overhead bins, the plane starts to push back. I swallow around the lump in my throat, I hate flying and by that I mean it scares me to death. The take offs and landings get me the most, but I really hate flying in altogether. When I looked over at Jensen, he had already taken a stack of papers from his bag and began looking it them. He is so handsome, he seemed so content as he gazed at the pages before him, his concentration never breaking as he examines the words, one by one. The curve of his jawline nothing short perfection, day old stubble covered his chin, and my fingertips itching to feel the scruff. Hell, just thinking about what it would feel like made me shift in my seat. Something about cute guys with stubble just gets me going every time. If he had a full on beard, I could probably die happy right where I sat. 

 The veins in his neck flex and contract when he bites down on his bottom lip. Lord have mercy on my soul. His hair appears to be product free, but it still holds in place, perfect fucker. I can tell he has a habit of biting his bottom lip, because just watching him for the last few minutes, he’s done it three times. And his eyes, god, those candy apple green soft eyes that make me melt when I look at him. Yup, there goes my poor heart. Who can really blame me? I mean the man is sexy as hell, dresses like he walked right out of GQ magazine, smells like heaven on earth, and makes chewing on a pen cap look sexy.

Sex on a stick’ is what my friend Jo would call it. She would know, because she’s marrying a hottie herself. Nothing like that could ever happen to me, so I'll just keep dreaming . Nothing wrong with that, right?

His brow furrowed I guess he's going over some important paperwork for whatever he does for works, which he still hasn’t told me about, but I’m sure he will in time. A flight attendant went over the safety rules and regulations, drawing his and my attention. The revving of the plane’s engines rapidly increase, my heart rate with them. Jensen must have sensed my hesitation, because he turns my direction. 

 “{Y/N}, you ok?” he asks, leaning towards me and looking into my eyes as he places a hand on mine. I nervously shake my head up and down,

 “Y- y- yeah, I- I think so.” I know I must look like a deer in headlights, and I feel a cold sweat breakout on my face almost instantly. My knuckles turn white as I clenched the armrest as if my life depended on it. 

His face showed his concern knowing now that I’m not ok. He turns sideways in his seat the best he can anyway with his seat belt on. The flight attendant comes over to us, but he tells her it’s okay, he’s got it. He takes my hand completely into his and covers it with his other. “{Y/N}, look at me,” his voice echoes in my head. “{Y/N}, you’re going to be okay. I’m here with you, and nothing bad is going to happen, okay?” His voice is so gentle, soothing and reverberating inside my head as he talked to me. 

But his words don't take root, I try to hang onto the words, but it wasn't helping. I’m freaking out. My heart rate goes up as the plane increases speed while we taxi down the runway. This panic attack caught me by surprise, I thought I wouldn’t feel anything and be fine. But I began to feel wave after wave of fear and my stomach gives out on me. I can hear my heart pounding so loudly in my ears that I think it will come out of my chest. I became so afraid that I could no longer catch my breath. What’s happening to me? Am I having a heart attack? Am I dying? I feel Jensen’s hands on mine with his thumb circling the top of my hand. What possessed me to go to Texas? I knew I hated flying, but driving would’ve taken forever and truly, I didn’t want to miss this weekend. 

Jensen takes one of his hands and places it on my left cheek; the warmth of his hand helps me open my eyes. I see his beautiful face softly smiling at me with sincerity. I shake my head to let him know I’m calming down regardless of the truth. Dammit, the pit of my stomach feels like a coil tied in knots and won’t let up. I'm doing all I can to not throw up, that would be the most embarrassing moment of my life . Please lord don't let me throw up in front of this amazing, sweetheart of a man.

I manage a smile. “Thank you,” my voice is scratchy and almost hoarse . “I’m sorry you had to see that I swear it's never been this bad.” 

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m glad I was able to help you through it.” He was running his thumb back and forth across the top of my hand, somehow it was soothing.

“It’s mostly the takeoffs and landings that I hate the most, everything else in between is okay.” I blinked my eyes a couple of times in an effort to hold back the tears that threatened to make this moment even more embarrassing. 

“I hear ya, I hate those too. I fly a lot for work and it gets old, but it’s still a new feeling every time, so I know how you feel.” He winks at me. 

After the flight attendant has been cleared to walk the aisles, she comes over to me and hands me a glass of water. “You okay Sweetie?” I give her a nod as I drink the water, the coolness of it exactly what I needed to calm the burn. 

“I am, thank you. I thought that I wouldn’t be freaked out, but I’m okay. Thanks to him.” I smile over at Jensen who is still holding my hand. The attendant walked back to the front to start getting  the cart ready for the in flight service and whatever else she has to do. 

I turn to Jensen and smile at him. “Thank you so much, that caught me by surprise, I’m normally not that bad.” I place my left hand on my stomach to calm my uneasiness, it's still a close call as to whether or not I would need use of a sick bag. 

“I’m glad I was able to help you through that, have you eaten? Maybe that could be the reason your stomach is unsettled,” he states with a worried look. 

“Come to think about it, no I haven’t. It’s been a fast paced day today, with the meeting and sudden packing, I just haven’t had the time to really catch my breath.”

“When they pass out the meals you should eat so that you’ll have something in your stomach.” His face still showed concern for me, why I have no idea. Compared to him I'm a nobody, hmmm maybe he's just this nice to everyone. I nod my head in agreement, it’s nice knowing that someone I’ve met only hours ago is so caring in a time like this. I mean honestly, I'm a 23 year old single female stuck up to my eyeballs in debt, I probably eat more carbs than I should and the treadmill and I have never really seen eye to eye. I've been told my hair color matches my skin tone well, but I don't know if I can trust the source of the compliment. It's not like I planned for my life to be this way, and I'm doing my best to change it, it's just sometimes the change is slower than I'd like. I'm sure Jensen is just being nice because we happen to be in the same place at the same time. The thought makes me a little sad, I let out sigh. But for him I smile, “Thank you for coming to my rescue twice in one day, you’re definitely a knight in shining armor.”

He chuckles with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, the crow feet on each side standing out as well as a set of dimples. “Where’s my white horse when I need it?” he responds. 

I face palmed as I  laughed, “Sometimes, a white horse is not needed when you are the prince.”  Wait did I say that out loud? Oh gosh, he must think I’m a crazy deranged lady or something equally bad. 

He turns to face me again, this time without his seat belt on and took my hand back in his. “Then I’m at your service Princess {Y/N} I feel the heat climb to my cheeks again, and my heartbeat speeds up. He’s just so beautiful, why can’t I have him? It's about all I can do to keep from grabbing him, and laying a big your my hero kiss on those perfectly formed lips. A man like him will make some lucky girl very happy someday. 

“Thank you Jensen,” I kiss his hand instead , and look at him. “You’re a very sweet person,” I stand to get my laptop from the overhead bin, “but I’m sure you have better things to do than to be at my side trying to save me from the craziness of the world.” 

Just as I lay my laptop in my seat, the plane hits  turbulence and it  knocks me off my feet, literally. I feel myself fall backwards and wouldn’t you know it, right into Jensen’s arms. He looks down at me “And you were saying?”  

I swallow hard as I stare into his hooded eyes. His left hand runs through my hair as his hand gently cups the back of my head.  I don’t dare move, I’m even afraid to blink, scared that this is some kind of a dream. He stares down at me a moment longer then makes a decision that will change my life. He bends his head down in slow motion, almost like a dream, then his lips meet mine. His lips are soft and warm, and they are pressed against mine. His tongue rubs against my bottom lip, begging for permission to enter. I let him in as the warmth of his touch shoots through to my very soul. He tastes sweet, like cool mint, yet his touch is warm like a blanket covering me as my body shivers. 

My stomach tingles as my lips burn from his touch, his left hand slips down to my waist near my hips as the kiss progresses, I hear myself moan from his touch. I guess he likes it, because he moves his hand a little more up towards my chest. What the hell am I doing? I'm not this type of girl. A part of me wants to pull away, but a larger part of me tells that part to shut up and keep going. We continue kissing, not once breaking contact from each other. My lungs beg for me to replenish their air. The burning sensation inside me is uncontrollable, and I can’t stop kissing him. It’s when he cups my left breast that I let go of his amazing lips to let out a moan. I open my eyes briefly to see his face, it’s then I notice that I’m in my seat, not in his arms. 

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Stealing Kisses: Crockett X Tubbs

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To Ricki, Sonny Crockett was the sum of all things that could be missed. He was the cool caress of the breeze on a dreadfully hot summer day, the rain in the middle of a scorching desert, the azure-skies during torrential rainfalls, and the absence of a beacon from a lighthouse, which, usually provides safe passage of ships in the night. He was the wonderful concoction of scents. He often smelt like tobacco, cologne, sweat, day-old-shampoo-jobs, gun-powder residue, salty-ocean spray, and fish.

Sonny was effortlessly gorgeous, not in a feminine manner of course, but rather this rough, callous, sand-papery, roguish, and muscular way. His skin-tone was this fabulous shade of warm honey mixed with copper; the sort of color that could instantly melt one's heart. His hair was that of dirty sand mixed with the soft buttery glow of golden sunshine. The fluffy strands had slight waves to them, that if grown long enough, could be mistaken for being wild like the tangles of greenery within the everglades. Sonny's greenish-turquoise eyes could rival the majesty of the endless oceans crested with frothing foam. The two pools happened to be blessed with the ocean's incredibly relentless depths and as a result it was nearly impossible not to desire complete submergence within them. On rare occasions, Ricki could swear that they held the twinkling of the scorching Miami sun within their precious confines, just as criminals guard their shadowy empires and wealth inside mansions. His mighty jaw-line was something of a marvel in, and of, itself. When it was relaxed, it appeared flawless and smooth despite the stubble that collected there when he didn't shave. However, when Crockett was livid, one twitch of the powerful muscles tucked within the corners of his well-shaped face could send shudders up and down Tubbs's spine. For she had come to fear him just as deeply as she respected him.

Sonny could be as unpredictable as, the paths of a thousand bolts of lightning shooting forth from a large Tesla coil. He had the capacity to be the tranquil silence after the passing of a severe storm, the brooding melancholy of some miserable midnight hour, and the tired sigh at the end of a passion-filled statement. Her partner was a fractured kaleidoscope, a shattered pane of once splendid stained glass. Still, Ricki found him more breathtaking than all of the world's greatest treasures. Crockett had earned his place in her heart by being the most incredibly charming and sarcastic-witted genius, whose rare but genuine smiles and giggles, could send Ricki reeling into endless spurts of laughter. The uproarious kind of outburst that could not be dissolved until the lungs burned and the tears fell freely from the eyes.

When Ricki originally came to Miami, she had never expected to get so attached to Sonny. Nor had she expected that separation would feel like nothing short of complete suffocation. But it did. My God, it did. The more she thought about him, the deeper the roots of her genuine affection grew. Tubbs had fallen so painfully and irrevocably in love with Sonny, that having her heart cut free from her chest would be a far more tolerable solution than remaining silently loving him, as another was selected to by his side and warm his bed.

She was forever longing for the right moment to express just how deeply and ardently she felt for him with out an opportunity to express it. Fear pent up within the depths of her soul every time she tried to utter the three little words "I love you" in a way that was more than the casual conversational and friendly manner. Why? It was petrifying knowing that she could easily relinquish all rights to her heart and the very depths of her soul to Sonny- only to have it go unrequited. It is the same sickening sensation that overwhelms the senses, when walking along the side of a steep cliff and the loose ground shifts beneath the feet. The electric panic that whisks into the depths of one's soul as one scramble for a place to anchor one's weight, only to find one's self helplessly falling towards the inevitably fatal end. The heart-dropping moment that curls through each and every single nerve as a priceless glass object slips from one's hand and shatters into a million tiny shards on the floor. It was just as strenuous, if not more so, than going blindly into a gunfight. To believe that Sonny could not and would not love her back was far easier than accepting any chance of his rejection.

Uncertainty was the butcher of hopes and dreams, the very thing that drove her from his side. By returning to New York to pursue her modeling career, a part of Ricki believed she was doing Sonny a favor. Tubbs believed that by abandoning the partnership they had built, that she was getting out of the way of his happiness. Ricki intended to give Crockett the freedom to follow whatever path he wished so that he may find the joy, blissful satisfaction, and prosperity he seemed to be searching for. Heavens knew he deserved it. Sonny had suffered greatly and she did not wish to be a cause of further torment to him.

Putting all 1093.57 miles by air and 1,282.08 miles by car between them was also meant to help Ricki get over Sonny. But getting over him was impossible. The thought of not knowing exactly where "they" stood with each other drove her absolutely crazy. Especially, after the "I love yous" were exchanged the night before and then again at the airport. Were they just words that two parting friends exchanged in order to remain amicable? Or had Sonny meant them in the same way, she had expressed hers? Ricki's own musings possessed her the entire time she roamed the streets of New York City.

Crockett was the one person her mind was consumed with whilst in the midst of yellow-taxi packed streets, the choruses of honking horns, swarms of people racing towards unknown destinations, flashing lights, and signs. A sense of familiar and alien-like chaos clouded her mind, as bedlam did the streets of the vivacious city. As she lurked in the cold shadows of endless skyscrapers she found herself disoriented, overwhelmed, and dreadfully alone. It felt like something was horribly amiss every time Ricki found herself observing her lone reflection in the shallow glass of stores, cars, and taxis. Whereas, in Miami her reflection was almost always accompanied by Sonny's. Every piece of her crushing, torn, and bruised heart could tell that it wasn't right.

With almost every step she took deeper into the city, Ricki could practically hear Sonny's gravelly voice uttering sarcastic comments and reactions to the things she was seeing and even hearing. It practically flooded her ears incessantly as if, Crockett had somehow perched himself upon some tiny corner of her shoulder the way consciences do in cartoons. Ricki would occasionally find herself turning to speak to him with "Sonny would you look at that" or "you know Sonny...." or even "did you see that" only to be met with the cold and rather suspicious glances of her fellow New Yorkers. No one would understand the grief that surged through her when she realized that she'd have to navigate this journey alone. Being alone felt so unbelievably cruel.

Her partner had become the one thing that was certain, dependable, and reliable within her life. Without him the mayhem and darkness would come crashing in like waves from a Tsunami and they would not relent until Ricki ended up being pulled under. Wave upon towering wave crashing over her until she was drawn in so deep that her lungs could no longer fathom the idea of air.

As she walked in to the important interview, it abruptly became clear, beyond a reasonable shadow of a doubt, that life without Crockett would be intolerable and insufferable. For without Sonny, Ricki was naught but a wayward foreigner, even in the city that she had called her home for over half of her life. New York in all of it's charms no longer seemed as enticing as it had been when she had first toyed with the idea of returning. Everything seemed devoid of comfort in his absence. It felt as if, she was a black and white photo moving around in a zealous world awash in vivacious colors. And so, like a moth drawn to the flickering flame, Tubbs had once more put New York behind her and headed towards Miami; more correctly, back to Sonny. So that she could return to the life she realized she both wanted and needed.

Ricki now beheld this masculine treasure less than an arms length away. His eyes more stunning than the finest of jewels, even in the shallow light of the hallway. The way the tender glow caressed his face was intoxicatingly enchanting. Especially, when accompanied that dopey ear to ear grin he had worn all day. She couldn't help but feel that it should be considered a punishable offense for anyone to look so attractive bathed in the dingy light. Nothing could cause her gaze to divert away from him when he looked as though he had just walked off the cover of GQ magazine.

There were so many things Ricki wanted to tell him but the words, encompassed in her infinite vocabulary, seemed to slip through her mind like sand through the porous surface of a gold-rush aged sifter. Five amazing years of being something 'more than best friends', partners, and 'constant companions' didn't seem worth completely jeopardizing...at least before now. Her mind became overwrought with ideas that caused lava to seep into every vein and they sent her heart into a downright panic. Its wild beats seemed to cause the muscle to rise into her very throat.

"Sonny, y... you'll have to....forgive me," she hoarsely started stammering. Her nerve nearly faltering as his eyes seem to catch hers. Ricki suddenly finds the countless thoughts and romantic notions coinciding with tangible actions, rather than, remaining concealed in endless daydreams and fantasies. Her body seems to move of its own accord towards him. Tubbs wasn't exactly certain what she was doing but she was determined to do it anyways.

Ricki gingerly dragged her hands up the smooth material of his thin shirt, taking in every ripple of fabric and every inch of his gorgeous Miami-Sun-kissed skin that she knew was hidden beneath it. Ricki's hands moved slowly in an effort to re-familiarize herself with what she had nearly lost. His chest was something she had been well acquainted with. There were times in the past, where nuzzling her face into its warmth had been tranquilizing. Where simply making physical contact with Sonny meant that she'd make it out of the darkness alive and unharmed. The steady rise and fall of his sturdy breast-plate against hers could have been likened to the soothing of salve that is applied to a painful burn. Did Sonny know how long she had waited for a moment such as this? To feel emboldened enough to touch him with the level of desire that she did now?

Even whilst she had him all to herself, Ricki quietly envied the others that Sonny had let touch him. The others, who had willingly held Crockett's golden heart in their hands and had seen fit to shatter it to pieces. She wouldn't have done that to Sonny. Ricki wouldn't dream of hurting him in a way that would not result in his pleasure. She'd take more delight in destroying herself to protect him. If Crockett had given her one tenth of his heart, like he had given the other women, Tubbs would have guarded it with her life. Even now, as she let her hands dance across the silky cloth, the thought to splinter him into pieces never crossed her mind. For a moment, Ricki allowed one of her hands to rest above his heart. Its strong palpitations bringing a pleased smile to appear upon her face.

Ricki could no longer deny how intensely she felt for him nor, could she allow herself to repress the heavy dam of emotions that she felt towards him. The last few times she held back, had done stupidly reckless things. She almost had to spend an eternity without him, doomed forever to be his side-kick, and nothing more. She didn't want to be seen as "just Tubbs" or "just another one of the guys anymore." Ricki needed him to see that she was a woman, a woman yearning to be considered sooo much more. Ricki would be throwing caution to the wind and and damning the consequences by stealing this kiss and she knew it. If Sonny didn't feel the same, then she'd be forced to figure out other plan of action- which she was more than prepared to do.

There were flames flickering through her veins and a raging inferno sweeping stormily over the very essence of her soul. The heat of which, could be felt across every pore of her skin, or so it would seem. Her fingers lifted, then coiled into the stiff lapels of his suit-jacket, and her once calm stance shifted uneasily in preparation of the daring move. Without further warning, Ricki gently but aggressively drove him backwards into the wall. She then pressed her slender and curved figure into his more muscular one giving him very little room to move away from her grasp. The thought of what she was about to do caused her to tremble heavily. Her breaths suddenly coming out in a strange almost strangled kind of way, as she tried to restrain her passions from going too far and scaring Sonny away.

This was a moment that Ricki was both yearning for and fighting against. A shattering instant where the extend her true feelings would be made known. If Sonny hadn't an inkling of her feelings before, he soon would. Ricki inhaled sharply, searching his startlingly green and turquoise pools for any sign of resentment or contempt. Her eyes of coffee-bean brown, peanut-butter gold, and grass-green then moved to sweep over him with a sheepish but unparalleled intensity. It was wrong of her to feel this way. Wasn't it? He was her partner and her co-worker. But how could she look at him in any other way, when her heart screamed out its devotion to him and only him, with every thunderous beat?

A voice in her head beckoned her to kiss Sonny. But could she bring herself to kiss those lips of his again? She had welcomed their brushes before... but always dismissed the meaning of the gesture as something "only friends" would do. She had cut herself off from thinking more of it, making herself emotionally unavailable to the idea of wanting him.... or needing him in every sense of the word. Now, she stared at them with a look that could be translated into meaning something more than I want "just another friendly kiss".

Over the years Tubbs had taken notice of the way his lips and tongue could utter her name with such poise, elegance, flare, hate, confusion, and other emotions in a wide range of tones. She had fallen in love with every last one of them, even the ones that spelt trouble or contempt. Ricki had practically committed every minuscule and particularized movement of his lips with the releasing of every syllable, to memory. The very same lips that could coax a smile to draw upon her own face, could also coil upwards in the most frightening and heart-stopping of snarls. Sonny's two pale-pink facial bows and curves could press around a cigarette the way a greedy man's grasp could a thick wad of hundred dollar bills. He was the only one who could almost romanticize the art of smoking cigarettes in Ricki's eyes.

What did Sonny's lips taste like? Did they taste of ashes and fresh burnt tobacco like they used to? The drink he had just had swallowed? Did they still hold the same heated sensation of a working furnace in the middle of January when living in New York? Would there still be the same electric spark that she felt every time they had kissed in the past? Did Sonny's lips still know her name - as on occasion, they had? Had she become a foreigner? Or was she just another one of those forgotten after he met what he claimed to be "the one"? It had been a long time since last they kissed. These thoughts caused Ricki's sharp gaze to become fixated upon his solely lips. She took great delight in studying every slight crack and line within their pale and dusty-rose shaded surfaces. She could not help but wish to become reacquainted with them.

Before she could give herself enough time to think about what she was doing, Ricki seized hold of his smoke-scented collar, using it to pull herself just a little bit closer to him. Tubbs let out a staggering heated breath as she tried to summon the courage that would be required to steal a kiss from her handsome partner.

Her brown eyes misted as she examined him, getting lost in her own thoughts. The fresh pangs of betrayal, of hurt, of love, joy, and passion all seemed to sweep into her from out of the blue. Her mind was swimming in uncharted territory and she felt helplessly inexplicably lost. Sonny had this way of making life strangely complicated and simple at the same time.

"Sonny..... I..... I’m sorry but...." she swallowed sharply. Gosh, this was sooo hard. She could feel her own face flushing and feverishly burning. Her heart was slamming like a ram-rod against her rib-cages dutifully holding it captive within her chest.

Another thought slipped through her mind, as if it were a leaf being carried by a rapid moving gale: What if this destroys....us? I can't afford to lose someone I've become so invested in. What if this causes Sonny to hate me? What if this hurts him? Could I live with myself if I ever brought him pain?

And with that, Ricki found herself hesitating. Her body still pressed against his, but it no longer made an effort to finish or retreat from the course of action it had begun to take. All she could do was stare, wide-eyed, at the angel within her grasp and pray that he did not find cause to strike her down.

Lips finally press to Sonny’s in a hurried but somewhat fearful manner which, slowly melds into a wanton, needy, and aggressively passionate one. “I love you,” she jaggedly breathes. “I love you and I’m not ashamed to let you know...”

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