#thanks for fucking me up lina i really appreciate it<3

[mymegumi]

inspired by cass & rissie !! just a little reminder that i love you guys even if i don’t say it enough <3 tbh also these are not ordered at all, i’m jus looking at my following list 🥲

cass ↬ @aitarose :: hey stinky, i’m literally on a call with you rn and angela as i type this and you’re arguing over moblit for some reason. idk who this man is but i do know that i really adore you beyond words. you’re like another me and i like that i can be real with you and get an honest answer about what i say. you’re absolutely one of the most honest and erm.. not kind but real people and i just think it’s been a breath of fresh air being your friend.

angela ↬ @gellysticks :: hey bestie! i love you even though you have a p*ss kink and tbh i’m fine w it i guess. anyways, you’re one of the funniest people i’ve ever met and listening to you talk about tsukishima or hamilton is really funny. i love you even though you really grind my gears sometimes and i have to kill an angela dog when you won’t give me the good room :) regardless, talking to you is always a good time with you around and i love that about you.

lina ↬ @nekomabvc :: hey stinky, i am so sorry to start this on a negative note but wtf is your minecraft house 😄 that shit is WACK. anyways, lemme kiss you bc i love you and you’re absolutely one of my favorite people on this app. your humor is similar to mine and listening to you talk is so much fun. i like that we can just vibe on the call and relax without needing to talk or anything. you’re down to earth and i can’t wait to get closer hehe.

ly ↬ @kyotarou :: my little baka 😩🖐 i love you so much, and you’re so fucking funny. some of the shit you say is out of pocket but it’s funny, and also bestie PLS do not play mc all days of the hours because that was so concerning. anyways i am so invested in your selfship lore and in all of the things you tell me. i am so happy we got close and i’m always willing to be your kyoken <3

aria ↬ @hikariakaashi :: my sweet angel idk how tf you put up w all of us. we’re literally insane. i love you so much and i’m so glad that you’re around to even all of us out. lemme kith you and make sure you’re always taken care of. even if the iwa angst you just posted wrecked me for some reason. anyways, i adore you and you’re definitely the akaashi to our bo & kuroo !

rissie ↬ @levbug :: my wittwe baby. you are so out of pocket all the time and y’know what, that shit vibes w me all the time. i absolutely love you and i cannot wait to continue bugging you and accepting your out of pocket asks all the time. you’re adorable and i cannot wait to talk to you again you sweetie.

soph ↬ @sophiashortcake :: soph. my oldest mutual on tumblr so far, i absolutely adore you and i cannot wait to meet you in person. you’re a wonderful friend and i couldn’t have asked for a better person to talk abt trampstamps with, and honestly, you could do so much better than gojo or tsukishima tbh. anyways, lemme kiss you and i just. i love you so much. there aren’t words that could describe how grateful i am to have met you and to have been able to get close with you.

nova ↬ @colossalnova :: miss nova! you’re so wonderful and i am so grateful soph introduced us and we were able to vibe so well when we got shoved into the group chat together. you’re the love of my life and i wish you were closer so we could kiss and be hot gfs instead of dating our yt boyfriends. i love you and i am so always going to be the one to beta your fics or even just run sprints at fucking midnight or one am. i love you always.

lex ↬ @hajimine :: bestie, i don’t even know how we got close but i am so grateful we did. i love you sosososo much and i’m so sorry we lost communication for a bit there and honestly, i’m grateful cause i don’t wanna lose you as a friend. you’re a wonderful person with a kind soul and it’s just so lovely to know we can be friends like this. you’re amazing and just such a perfect person in all the best ways. let me kith you over the phone when i can bc i’m bad at texting sighs.

jade ↬ @iwaizoom :: my hot alt gf, i love you sososo much, you’re so amazing. thank you for being there for me at three am to just talk and listen to me be sad and telling me to not listen to sad music. i’m still surprised that helped tbh. but anyways us chem majors must stick together and i know for a fact we’s be hot gfs. i love you sososo much and thank god for us getting close cause idk wtf i’d do without you. i love you always, miss jade, and let me kiss you when you can.

erika ↬ @honeykeigo :: i love you eri 🥺 i just wanted to let you know that you’re absolutely one of the kindest souls i’ve met on here. you are constantly reaching out and making sure that i know i’m loved in the disc server and i just. i always always appreciate it. you’re beyond kind and i just wanted to let you know that i see all the work you do for others and it makes my heart melt knowing that i can consider you a friend. please know i’m always here for you and i love you so so much.

thalia ↬ @wak4tosh1 :: MY SWEET COTTAGECORE WIFE. i love you so much. tbh idek how we became friends or how we continue to be so close but i’m not mad about it. you’re wonderful and kind and always accept my brainrots. i love you so much and i appreciate the fuck out of you and letting me scream in your inbox all the time. i am always gonna be happy you’re so welcoming and it makes my heart warm thinking about you. kithes and love to you, baby, you’re amazing.

#—besties4resties ! #mwah mwah this is just the first of probs many #like i am dead tired rn and i am jus soft and wanna kiss them #kisses all the ppl tagged vvvv gently

[blossom-hwa]

Ooooh Mark Lee + Hogwarts au with hufflepuff reader pretty please? Belated congratulations on 3 years, Lina!!! ❤ I'm so happy I stumbled on your blog during your last drabble game! Truly one of the best writers on here!!! -🌻

Sunny!! Thank you so much for being here with me these past few months! You are 90% of the reason why Swing! and Breathe, and Live exist as aus - without you being there to let me yell about these ideas, I never would’ve written them. I’m also so grateful you stumbled upon my blog, and hush - I'm nowhere near the best writer, but I’m flattered you think so <3 I hope you enjoy this little token of my appreciation for your existence!

3-year anniversary drabble game: send me an NCT/WAYV/Stray Kids/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and  I’ll write a drabble for you!

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Title: Study Sessions

Pairing: Mark x gender neutral!reader

Triggers: none

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“Why,” you moan, pointedly ignoring Madame Pince’s pinching gaze, “did I decide to take Arithmancy?”

Mark pats your hand. “Because both of your parents got NEWTs in it and pressured you into taking it too.”

“I don’t like it when you make sense,” you warn, twirling your quill so it points right to him. The tip drips ink onto your robes. “Shit.”

“Y/N, it’s not too bad,” Mark tries to console. “You’re just finding the value of x here - it’s almost the same as the basic algebra you learned before coming here.”

“Well, just because I’m a Hufflepuff doesn’t mean I’m good at finding y’s fucking x!” you all but wail, planting your face into the book. “Y should solve its own relationship problems,” you continue, voice muffled by the pages. 

Mark snorts at that, he really does. “Y/N, seriously.”

“Mark, seriously,” you mimic, lifting your head back up. “God, I can’t believe I need to pass this stupid test so I can keep playing Quidditch. All of my other grades are fine, why can’t I just let this one slip?”

“Y/N, I really agree with you, but Professor Vector isn’t into Quidditch the way McGonagall is, so she’s not going to give you a free pass,” Mark says. He looks out the window. Maybe the two of you can go outside for a short break?

But no, it’s raining, and even worse than failing this test is you getting sick and being unable to do anything for the next few days. Mark needs to come up with something else to motivate you. Idly, he pats your head while trying to think of ideas. 

Something really stupid pops into his head. It’s so stupid that Mark wants to cringe just thinking of it, but it might work. 

“Y/N.” He shakes your slumped shoulders lightly. “Listen, for every ten problems you complete correctly, I’ll give you a kiss.”

Your head shoots up. “I thought you said no kisses during study sessions,” you say cautiously, eyes narrowed but bright with stupid hope. 

Mark’s heart melts a little. “Yes, but I think you need more motivation,” he replies, trying hard not to blush under your sharp gaze. “Unless you don’t want it...?”

“No, I want it!” Hastily whipping the end of your yellow scarf away, you search for your quill. “I’m working, don’t bother me!”

Mark watches in fascination as you attack the problems with far more vigor than he’s used to seeing when it comes to studying. Maybe he should try this more, he thinks, as your quill scribbles numbers and symbols across the page. It seems to be working, at the very least. 

“Done with ten!” you finally say, pushing a sheet of parchment over to Mark. “Am I right? Please tell me I’m right.”

Quickly, he scans the page. He can almost feel how taut you are right next to him as he tracks the steps you took for each problem, as he marks each one correct until the last. “You mixed up the steps for this one.”

The groan you let out is almost comical as you messily scribble the wrong answer out and work out the right one. “Can I still get a kiss?” you ask, pushing the page back to him. “Please?”

A stupid smile crosses Mark’s face as he nods. He can never be too strict around you, he thinks, something that’s both a blessing and a curse. “Come here,” he says, wiggling his fingers. 

He doesn’t even have to wait before you’re leaning forward to press your lips to his, hands rising to cup his cheeks. For several blissful seconds, Mark lets himself relax in your warm hold, rubbing small circles into your skin where his hands have settled at your waist. 

Then Haechan, of course, has to ruin the moment (as he always does - Mark has no idea how he always manages to have the worst timing possible). “No making out in the library,” his voice says, making Mark shriek and you jump. 

“Haechan, you fucking asshole,” you snarl, throwing an ink-covered quill at him. “Get out of here!” 

Smirking, the Slytherin retreats back into the library shelves. Mark just sits there, trying to calm the furious blush across his cheeks. “Back to work,” he says, determinedly turning back to the table. 

“Oh, come on,” you whine. “Can’t we continue where we left off?”

Mark would dearly love to, but he also can’t be a bad boyfriend who lets you slack off on your grades. “Not this time,” he says with finality. “Ten more problems, let’s go.”

(The study session ends eight kisses later, when you finally finish all of the worksheets Professor Vector left. And when you complete the last one, Mark makes sure to give you the sweetest kiss you could receive. It’s worth it, it really is, even if Madame Pince is the one who catches you this time and sends a flurry of books to chase you out of the library.)

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct oneshots #nct imagines #nct mark #nct 127 mark #nct dream mark #mark #nct mark scenarios #nct 127 mark scenarios #nct dream mark scenarios #drabble #fluff #hogwarts!au #study sessions #3 year anniversary drabble game #lina answers #scriptura-delirus

[janeyseymour]

Escape- pt 7

pt 1. pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt 5. pt 6. 

Jane Seymour has stayed with Henry long enough. Cue Catherine of Aragon and the rest of the girls to save her.

Henry calls in help from Thomas Culpepper. The six find out that the world really is a small place after realizing that they all know Culpepper too.

A few days after Jane and Catherine left town, Henry made his way up to the Seymour household.

“Stay back in case we need to get away and run,” Henry barked at his friend. He ran up to the house and knocked on the door lightly. A few moments later, Margaret opened the door just enough that her head poked out.

“Hello. How can I help you dear?”

Henry let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding before reciting what he had practiced. “Good afternoon ma’am. Is Miss Jane Seymour here?”

“Oh, no dear. She doesn’t live here anymore; hasn’t for a while now. She was visiting a few days ago but has since left. Have a good day!” She gently closed the door.

Henry grew angrier and angrier as he stormed his way back to the car and roared, “You buffoon! They left! They fucking left! I gave you one job! To not let Jane out of your sight! We have to get out of here!”

“I didn’t know,” Thomas whispered back. “I’m sorry.”

“You fucking idiot! Get the fuck out of here, or I’ll kill you myself!”

“Henry, you know you-”

“Out!” He yelled. “Just get the fuck out!” Thomas got out of the car quickly.

Henry sped away the second Thomas left the car muttering, “Fucking asshole. Now where the hell am I supposed to go?”

He went to rent a car, seeing as his so-called friend had left him stranded. He waited until he got back to his house before pulling out his phone and dialing a number.

“It’s Thomas. He got himself into trouble again.”

“Hello?” Jane answered the phone.

“Good afternoon Ms. Seymour. We have an update on Mr. Tudor. We haven't been able to locate him quite yet, so I suggest you and your girlfriend lay low. We’ll do our best to find him and keep you safe.” Before she could respond, she heard a quiet click on the phone.

“Honey, I’m home!” Catherine strolled in with groceries. “Cathy told me I’m in charge of dinner tonight, so I was thinking-” she looked at the blonde for the first time since walking in. “What’s wrong?”

“Police back home called. Still haven’t found him,” she replied flatly, tears welling in her eyes. “Said we should stay low.”

“Well, that’s what we’ll do then. The girls are doing everything they can to keep us protected too.”

“He also called Henry my ex. I guess that just kind of hit me. And you are apparently my girlfriend.” Jane’s heart fluttered as she said that.

“Oh,” Catherine didn’t know how to respond to that. “Did you say-”

“He hung up before I could say anything else.” Her phone rang. “Give me one second?”

Catherine nodded and stepped into the kitchen to give her a bit of privacy and begin preparing dinner.

“Jane!” Thomas yelled into the phone.

“Thomas? Why are you calling me?”

“Henry’s looking for you. He went blond and has blue colored contacts in, or at least he did. Where are you?” Jane hung up quickly, fearful that it was a trap. Thomas had always been kind to her, but there was something about him that just didn’t sit well with her.

“Lina?” She yelled.

“She's currently trying to keep Boleyn away from the stove. What’s up?” Anna strolled in.

“Henry’s friend Thomas just called me. He’s supposedly gone blond and has blue contacts.”

“Thomas who?”

“Thomas Culpepper, why?”

“Thomas Culpepper?” Anna’s eyes went wide. “He’s not a good man Seymour. Be careful with him. Did you tell him anything about where you are?”

“No of course not. He would’ve told Henry. Why?”

“The guy that was harassing Kat the day we met? It was Thomas Culpepper. She has a restraining order against him.”

“Why in God’s name are we mentioning him ?” Kat sounded disgusted as she leaned against the doorframe of Jane and Catherine’s bedroom.

“He’s friends with Henry. He just called me.” Jane rubbed her arm nervously.

“Oh Jesus Christ.” Katherine knew that she had a restraining order against the man. She knew he had broken the order multiple times, and when he had she didn’t do anything about it. At that moment though, she made herself a promise: If Thomas Culpepper came anywhere near the sweet woman she was becoming very close with and hurt her, she would end him.

“Are we having a meeting, and I wasn’t invited?” Anne heelyed her way into the room, Jane having to catch her before she crashed into the bedframe.

“You’ll never guess who Jane knows,” Kat snarled.

“Who?” Anna nodded towards Kat. Kat pointed at herself. Jane looked down ashamed to have brought up a past nightmare for Katherine.

“She knows Kat? I thought we knew that!” Anne struggled to understand.

“You idiot,” Anna said exasperatedly. “Culpepper.”

“That stupid son of a bitch? Why would you know him?” Anne asked Jane.

“Henry is friends with him.”

“Henry is friends with who?” Catherine stuck her head in the door.

“Do we have to keep explaining this?” Kat questioned, rather annoyed. “I’d rather not remember the douchebag that is Thomas Culpepper.”

“He just called me. Henry’s supposedly gone blond and has blue colored contacts, probably to evade the cops as long as possible.”

“Well ladies, I guess now is as good a time as any.” Catherine pulled out her phone and pulled up a picture of Henry. “This is Henry. If you see any man that looks like him, blond or red haired, call the police. Even if it’s just a false alarm, it’s better safe than sorry. Here is the officer connected to Jane’s case. If you ever need to call him, he’ll answer.” The other women quickly looked at the picture and took the officer’s number down.

“I’ll give Beale a call. Don’t worry. This is all going to be over soon. He’s not going to hurt you. Promise,” Catherine tried to soothe the blonde who now had a panicked look on her face.

Later that night the group of six had decided to have a girls’ night in. With what they had all been dragged into, they were still entitled to have some fun. The group had decided to pull out the board games, but they were forgotten some time ago. The six opted instead to talk about anything and everything.

“I’m really sorry I dragged you all into this,” Jane sighed when there was a lull in the conversation before taking a swig of wine.

“You don’t have to apologize. We’re all here for you now. We’re going to do our best to keep you safe.”

“But what if it isn’t enough? What if they just hurt you guys?”

“Jane, we want to be here for you.” Kat reached out to the blonde. “I know we just met and all, but I think it’s safe to say you’re probably one of the kindest women out there, and we would all do everything we can to keep you safe.”

“I really appreciate that.” Jane pulled the younger woman into her arms. “You’re very sweet.”

“And you’re really warm. Are you always this warm?”

“You’ll learn this about Howard. She’s always curled up around one of us- usually whoever provides the most warmth,” Anna explained.

“How do you know this?” Jane looked puzzled.

“I’m observant. I already know things about you too. Like, how you like your tea with honey and sugar, but not milk, how Aragon doesn’t like the grocery carts that squeak, how you’re always holding your-”

Katherine interrupted Anna, “Jane, you didn’t answer my question. Are you always this warm?”

“She is,” Catherine answered before Jane could.

“Expect her to always be curled into your side then. She won’t admit it, but she loves a good cuddle.”

“Katherine Howard, have you just been cuddling me for warmth this whole time?” Kat gave her cousin a sheepish grin and a small shoulder shrug. “And here I thought it’s because I’m a great cousin! I feel duped! Bamboozled! Betrayed! And by my own cousin!” Anne delivered her monologue dramatically.

“On that note,” Jane pointed towards the two cousins who were now flipping each other off. “I think I’m going to turn in for the night. Thank you guys for a lovely evening.” The blonde made her way up the stairs slowly and quietly. Now that the struggling woman was out of the room, all eyes turned to Catherine.

“So, it’s bad?” Cathy asked, but more so stated.

“Yeah. He really did a number on her.”

“Is she okay?”

“Kat that’s a stupid question. It’s pretty clear she’s not ‘okay’. The woman holds her abdomen whenever she moves.” Anna really was more observant than anyone gave her credit for.

“Broken rib.”

“Shit! Did I hurt her when I was cuddling her?”

“If she was hurting, she didn’t show any signs of it,” Anne mumbled.

“Henry was never good enough for Janey. She’s the sweetest, most kind and gentle woman you’ll ever meet. He took advantage of that. He took it too far. He’s going to rot in hell for what he did to her.” The other four agreed. They would do anything they could to protect their new found friend.

“Sounds like someone fancies Janey,” Cathy taunted her cousin jokingly.

“Shove it Cath.”

“Do you have a thing for Jane?” Kat inquired. “Because she totally has a thing for you. I think you should-”

“I can't. Not now at least. That’s the least of my worries right now. Right now, Henry and Thomas need to be found- dead or alive. I don't really care. All I care about is Jane staying safe.”

#six the musical #six musical #six fanfiction #six the musical fanfiction #six fanfic #six the musical fanfic #six musical fanfic #aramour

[authoressskr]

Write Into Your Arms [4]

Characters: f!Reader, James “Bucky” Barnes, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Peter Parker, Hope Van Dyne, Natasha Romanoff, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Okoye, T’Challa, Shuri, Clint Barton, Happy Hogan, Dr. Strange, Wong, Bruce Banner, Thor, Amelina Rodrigez (OFC), Carol Danvers, Rocket Raccoon, Groot, Peter Quill, Gamora, Nebula, Mantis and Drax.

Warnings: Language, Angst (mostly in and out of last couple chapters), Action (3rd chapter) and no Beta (just me and Grammerly up in here)

Word Count: 11,560   ::   Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

This was written for @jewelofwinter’s Writing Challenge!! I also incorporated a prompt for @jaamesbbarnes + @sgtjbuccky’s D&S’ Milestone Celebration!!

Prompt: “Tin Man lost Y/N.” (@jewelofwinter’s prompt) + “Publicly, I agree. Personally, I think it’s chickenshit.” (D&S’ prompt) Bolded in text below. Prompt #1 will appear in the third part while Prompt #2 appears in the second part. The next parts will be posted by the end of this week. All will be linked.

Summary: You’re a small-time blog writer who is invited to interview the Avengers. ALL the Avengers.

*Note: Endgame happened - kind of. Steve didn’t go back to the 40s. Tony didn’t die. Natasha got brought back with the Bruce Snap. Bruce is not the Hulk mashup they had going on. Everything else happened. This takes place 3 years after defeating Thanos.*

[PART 3]

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Sleeping alone the last few nights had taken forever and you feel it begin to take its toll.

You’re still scrubbing a hand over your exhausted face as you tottle into the kitchen. Happy is making a smoothie, the grinding noise immediately grinding on your nerves at the shitty sleep you had gotten.

What if you screwed up and now you needed someone to sleep with after the attack? With that someone being a certain blue-eyed Sergeant…

You shove that thought away for a later time as you climb onto a barstool.

“Smoothie? Banana and strawberry - got some blueberries in there too. A little protein powder to kick it up a little.” Happy is far too chipper for you this early, but you force a smile at him. It’s not his fault you slept so bad.

“Sure. I’ll take whatever.”

“Granola?”

“I’m gonna have to stop you there, Happy. Only one healthy thing at breakfast at a time.” You push yourself out of the barstool to look in the fridge nearly cursing aloud when you see the milk is gone. All three fucking different kinds. “Ugh. I guess I’ll have some granola, Hap.”

“Yogurt?”

“Yes, sir.” You look around the empty kitchen. Weird. Extra weird. “Where is everyone?”

“Steve, Bucky, Sam, Carol, Hope, Scott, Shuri, and Peter all went for a morning run. They should be back in about half an hour. Tony and Pepper headed to the Tower to handle some paperwork and meetings. Okoye is in the conference room with a call from Wakanda. Bruce, T’Challa, Vision, Thor, Rocket, and Nebula are in the big lab - doing what, I don’t know. Not sure I want to know. Quill and Drax are presumably still sleeping on the ship. Gamora and Wong are sparring in the gym with Natasha, Wanda, and Clint. I assume Strange popped out, but again, can’t say for sure. Don’t have a clue where Rhodey is either. Mantis, Groot and Valkyrie are walking the grounds.”

“Valkyrie?!” You gasp around a mouthful of granola. “When did she get here?!”

“Thor went and got her. Said it would cheer you up after the Incident to see the King of Asgard.”

“Aww. He’s too sweet!” Well, that was beyond thoughtful!

“Yeah, he’s a great guy,” Happy leans on the countertop, looking you dead in the eye, “So what are you and Barnes doing? Just ask him out. Everyone is betting on it happening and if you do it today, I get $500 extra dollars from Rhodey and an extra couple grand from Tony.”

“What the hell, Happy?! Not cool, buddy.” You hiss at him, shocked at his words. Not terribly surprised, since there was a building full of bored superheroes who all operate real money like a toddler with a fistful of Monopoly money.

“What? You like him, he likes you. I don’t see a problem. You two shared a bed, he’s been following you around and taking pictures of you, he’s got a nickname for you...the two of you are constantly brushing against each other now. I could go on…” He waves his hand in a forward motion, making you frown. Bucky was taking pictures of you? And following you around? And you hadn’t noticed either of those things? Had he been the one to take your camera?

“Thanks for breakfast, Happy.” You manage not to snap the words out and also manage not to stomp back to your room. But once there, you hover just past the closed and locked door.

What to do now?

You feel a need in your chest. Maybe you need the relief crying brings? And it’s this thought that makes you wonder: Is it the lack of sleep? Is it the back and forth with Bucky? Is it the fact you are seemingly so easy for all of them to read? How had you let this happen?

You let them draw you out of your bubble while mooning over the former Winter Soldier...

Your emotions were too over the place right now but you knew what you needed to do: finish up these interviews and get the hell out before you got your heartbroken.

Although you feared it was already badly bruised by this decision.

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“Doll?” Bucky draws her out of her thoughts, your eyes just staring out over the empty gym. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve been sort of out of it since yesterday. Do you need to, ya know, talk to someone?”

“No,” You give him a tight smile. “Just lost in my thoughts.”

“Maybe you need a break?”

“I need to finish the interviews.” Bucky takes your hand in his gently, his thumb rubbing along the back of your hand. He had barely seen you yesterday and it worried him.

“I think you need a break, beautiful. You were staring off into space and the only reason I knew you were in here was because I heard you sigh.”

“It’s just so much more difficult with them! And I don’t know why!” You flip open your notebook, pointing to the interview with Rocket you just finished, angrily jabbing at the offending page. “Rocket doesn’t remember where he’s from or where he escaped from exactly and he’s defensive about it. Won’t discuss it at all. Which is fine. Really!” Another sigh escapes you. “But every other question I ask he just scoffs at. Plus he’s throwing a lot of alien terms out when he talks about what he does, which I then have to have him explain. That just leads to him complaining and that just takes time from the interview.”

“Rocket might be better with someone like him to keep him straight. I’ll talk to Tony about it, okay? Did you have lunch yet?”

“No.”

“Well we should -” She withdraws her hand from his, Bucky’s chest tightening at the action.

“And I’m not hungry. Thank you though, Bucky. I’m just going to go find Valkyrie. Maybe she’ll be easier to interview.” She collects her things quietly, slipping from the room as Bucky sits there a bit bewildered.

Yesterday she hadn’t really spoken to anyone and he’d felt bad for not spending more time with her. They’d taken extra time on the morning run to help the vineyard owner with their vintage truck that had broken down on the road. And when they’d gotten home and showered, Thor had just been going on and on about his wonderful interview to Bruce, Scott, and Stephen. Bucky had shot the god a dirty look before clenching his jaw so hard he was sure he heard a pop.

Bucky had figured she would have already been up, about and ready to interview. And she had just one interview that day; Quill. 

He’d given her a tour of the ship and then they stayed on board while they did the interview - Bucky seated by one of the big windows closest to the patio forcing himself every so often to unclench his jaw and relax his fisted hands as he waited not-so-patiently for them to return to the compound.

He knows the Guardians are different than the Avengers, a little more avant-garde and rough around the edges - okay, a lot more - but he also knows they’ll do the right thing. Most of the time. And Tony has reminded him that he needs to trust them with her.

But he doesn’t want to.

He exits the gym just as quietly as she did, determined to track Steve and Tony down. You needed the Guardians to work with you so you could do a good job on the interviews. That’s when he passes by the conference room, your voice drawing him from his thoughts and making him pause.

“I’m glad with the results, Lina.” You have the phone tucked between your ear and shoulder, scribbling in your notebook with a little frown.

“No, Lina, I’m not going to do that.”

“Yes,” You huff out angrily. “I am aware I don’t sound like myself.”

“No! I’m not going to just throw in the towel and go home!” He watches you run your fingers through your hair before giving it a sharp tug.

“I will get through these damn interviews if it kills me.”

“I’m so fucking tired. My emotions are everywhere. Bucky just found me staring off into space. I need some sleep. I need a drink. I need to stop feeling guilty for badgering them with questions, eating their food and wearing the very expensive clothes Tony got me. I need something else but I don’t know what it is.”

“It’s not homesickness. I just want -” You pause. “I don’t even know what I want.” It’s a whisper, your confession, and it makes his chest squeeze tighter. He stops eavesdropping and continues to go find Tony and Steve, calling out to FRIDAY once he’s out of earshot, determined to make you feel better - like before.

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Valkyrie is a blessing from above.

You honestly almost burst out in tears at her calm, concise demeanor and frankness.

She’s whip-smart, unafraid to speak her mind, and witty to boot. She offers you a drink as soon as you sit down, making you shake your head no. You really don’t need to drink in the mindset you’re in right now. Then again… No. No, better not.

“Were the Valkyries on Asgard anything like the ones written about here on Earth?” She snorts at your question, taking a long pull from her beer bottle before tossing herself into the oversized blue chair in her room.

“No, not at all. There are a few similarities, but we weren’t sewing and making bullshit tapestries of the humans ‘great battles’. We were warriors. When we weren’t honing our skills, training Valkyrie hopefuls or drinking, we led normal lives on Asgard. Our leader sat in on meetings with Odin, we helped patrol the city in times of uncertainty, we courted and loved...we were strong.” She leads off, looking away from you.

“And then Hela came?” Your words are soft, the look in your eyes even softer.

“And then Hela came. First, she destroyed my sisters, my family, my friends. Took everything from me. And then she came again. Like a ghost from the past, I had hoped never to lay my eyes on again.” She swallows before pursing her lips slightly, tapping her thumb idly against her bottle. “Only this time she killed our people and destroyed our home. This time she nearly took everything again. But Asgard is a people, not a place. And I survived to see her die, so I feel I was able to avenge my sisters in a way.”

“I think they’d be glad to know she’s gone and can’t hurt anyone anymore.” She nods once before leaning back in the chair. “To think, a lot of things might have gone differently if Odin had been honest.” Valkyrie snorts in agreement before taking another drink. “Asgardians seems to have some pretty big secrets.”

“That’s what happens when you live so long, little poet,” Valkyrie winks before shuffling down a bit more in the chair.

“I suppose so,” You raise an eyebrow at the nickname, agreeing to her words with a little shrug before diving into your other questions. Asgardians nickname you FAST.

Asking about New Asgard, about being King, and about what she misses most about her sisters distracts you from your thoughts of failure on your other interviews and from Bucky, who had been so nice to you, but hadn’t really tried to touch you in the last two days until just before in the gym. He seemed to be distracting himself just as much as you are and it slightly pisses you off that he still feels guilty over what happened. But the anger always dissipates nearly as soon as you recognize it, knowing you aren’t angry - but something else. If only you could fucking figure out what that something else was...

“Something you like about Earth?”

“Variety,” She says with a grin that has some flirty overtones, chuckling when your eyes widen ever so slightly. “Ya know,” She begins, bracing her elbows on her knees, “I could help take your mind off whatever troubles you, little poet. We can get Bruce or Thor if that makes you feel better.” She reaches out to pat your knee affectionately and while this isn’t the first time you’ve been propositioned - by a man or woman - this was the first time others were offered as part of the deal. And unlike the others, you don’t feel leery of Valkyrie. What she’s offering is honest and upfront, with no side agenda like the men always seemed to have. You were slightly shocked you still felt comfortable with her after she suggested that. Now you kind of wish Bucky would suggest that, but you know that would hurt your heart more when you had to leave.

“Thank you for that. But I don’t have sex with people I’m interviewing.” Her grin never leaves her face.

“That’s alright. I’ll ask again when you’re done with your writing and interviewing,” You can’t help smiling at her tone, so self-assured, feeling her hand at the small of your back as she heads towards her bedroom door with you. “I wouldn’t sleep with Thor but I think you’d enjoy it. Bruce, I might be tempted to, but I like the Hulk better, but I know he would see to your pleasure. But I know you’ve got your eye on the metal-armed super soldier.” You look at her, the question must have been crystal clear in your eyes, along with the shock of her talking about Bruce and Thor’s sexual prowess. “We all see it. The way you look at him, the way he looks at you. I find it adorable you are so shy, easy going and easily flustered. Not to mention attractive. So I understand why the Sergeant glares at everyone who gets a little too close, touches you a little longer than appropriate here on Earth.” Sort of like now...

“Thank you for the compliments, Brunhilde.” Her eyebrow arching smoothly with surprise. “Thor didn’t tell me - I just did my homework and guessed,” A small sigh escapes your lips after your victorious smile. “I thought we took a step back after the attack but I also thought he would make a move after we smoothed that out. But I’m still waiting. And I’m tired of initiating too. I-I-I’m just not very good at this.” You gesture between yourself and the closed door and then between yourself and Brunhilde.

“Don’t worry, little poet. I’ll help you out. You don’t need to do anything. We can give him the kick in the pants he needs.”

“But,” She drops her hand, lifting it to squeeze your free hand at your soft tone. “I don’t want him forced or coerced. I want him to want me and act on it.”

“And that’s what you deserve, little poet,” And she kisses your cheek tenderly. “Let’s get you something to eat.”

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“Alright, listen up, freeloaders!” Every head snaps towards Tony. “Apparently our new housemates aren’t treating our writer well.”

“How is that our fault? You all are the ones who tossed her outside to fend for herself!” Quill shouts back, pushing himself out of his chair to stand before Bucky growls at him across the table.

“Look, we aren’t at a damn cantina in space - so I need you to pull your heads out of your asses and for fuck’s sake stop flirting with her,” Tony glares at Quill. “And stop making her feel stupid for not knowing your space jargon, Mr. Build-A-Bear,” Tony points to Rocket, “or butting into others interviews,” Tony gestures towards Drax who looks to his left at Nebula, who rolls her eyes. “No, not her, Drax. You!” Drax points to himself.

“I didn’t interrupt anyone.”

“You interrupted me! How am I supposed to make a move on her when you’re in the ship butting in?”

“She isn’t here for you to hit on,” Scott clarifies. “She’s here to interview us. She wants to make us look human, make everyone see the sacrifices we’ve been through and you schmucks are gonna drive her to drink!”

“I agree with the Ant. She is too...chipper for myself but seems more than competent. More so than these morons,” Nebula’s rough voice disturbs the quiet after Scott.

“Okay - fine! I’ll try not to hit on her anymore and Rocket will try to be nicer. I can’t fix Drax -”

“I’ll try to keep them more in line,” Gamora agrees with a nod, tapping her forefinger against the heavy wooden tabletop.

“You should all be responsible for yourselves. Be nice. She’s nice to all of you. She was so excited you all were coming and so far her favorite person is Valkyrie of New Asgard. On Earth.”

“That really can’t be helped, she is rather wonderful,” Thor smiles at Tony who fights an eye roll. “Both of them.”

Bucky nearly snarls at Thor, gripping the arm of his chair so tight he feels the metal buckle beneath his grip.

“We will all be better behaved. Even if I must make them, Mr. Stark, sir.”

“Thank you, Mantis.” Rhodey gives her a nod. “Everyone go ahead and go about the rest of your day.”

They all file out except Bucky and Thor who are staring each other down.

“I am not after the little rose, Sergeant.”

“She’d be better off with someone like you. But I just can’t let her go, you understand?”

“I do. But she is already taken with you. She does not look at any of us, nor talks to any of us as she talks to you.” Bucky nods, releasing the metal from his grip and resting his hand on the table.

“I’m-I know I should ask her out but yesterday and today...makes me think that she’s trying to stop herself from getting hurt.”

“You won’t hurt her, Bucky. It is not in your makeup to harm her nor anyone you care about. You are more different than Steve then I realized, but I like it. Remind me of myself after I learned some hard lessons.”

“I’m glad we are on the same page then.”

“Oh, my friend, we are not on the same page at all.” Thor begins with a deep chuckle as Bucky’s eyebrows shoot up. “I agree you might deserve her and I agree I will not pursue her now, but you need to make a decision or release her. Valkyrie and I both already have a soft spot for her. And are waiting eagerly in the wings, as it were.” Thor stands with a bright, happy grin, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. “I’ll see you at dinner then!” And he walks from the room like he fucking owns it.

“I hate him,” Bucky mutters to himself before leaving the conference room in a huff.

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Natasha comes into your room while you’re parked in your usual spot, laptop playing the opening chords of ‘All My Life’ by K-Ci and JoJo as you switch between typing and adding notes to your notebook.

“Did you find your camera?”

“What?!” You set your laptop to the side, focusing all your attention on the redhead. “You had it?”

“Yes. I wanted to see what pictures you had taken.”

“You could’ve asked!” Natasha pauses for a nano-second before shrugging.

“Sometimes I forget you are so open. With no ulterior motives.”

“Natasha, you honestly have no idea how much it hurts that that is how you live your life. Always suspicious.”

“It’s kept me alive.”

“I’m sure it’s kept many people alive. But what a terrible mindset to always be thinking ‘What do they want from me?’ or ‘What information are they after?’” You turn back towards the window, pulling your laptop back into your lap and staring resolutely at the screen. “Thank you for returning it, Natasha. Did you need anything else?”

“No, I suppose not. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Thank you for the concern, but I’m just dandy.”

“And you’re still a terrible liar. I just wanted to let you know that Rocket and Groot will be ready in an hour to interview. Well, re-interview for the trash panda.”

“Thank you for letting me know, Natasha. I’ll get on that.”

“Come see me afterward,” Her voice leaves no room for argument so you just nod, the door closing softly behind the redhead, the sound nearly covered by the sound of your heavy sigh.

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Rocket is faaaar better behaved this time around - and that makes you suspicious.

Thor comes in about halfway through and whispers that he’ll review the recording with you later if you’d like to make sure Rabbit is translating correctly. You thank him, giving his hand on the back of your chair a squeeze. He then pulls a chocolate bar from his pocket and hands it to you.

“For your patience,” He says with a wink before leaving.

“Nice. Didn’t bring us anything.”

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah, ‘course he likes her.”

“I am Groot.”

“I don’t know - you ask her.” Groot looks at you, gesturing from the closed conference room door to you.

“I am Groot.”

“Yes, I like him too. He’s sneakily sweet.”

“I am Groot.”

“No,” Rocket chuckles. “Quill never stood a chance. She likes Bucky, with the arm.”

“I am Groot.”

“I do not have a problem! Mind your own beeswax!” Your sigh draws Rocket’s attention. “Sorry. Sorry,” He holds up his little hands in a surrender gesture. “I’m on my best behavior.”

“And I thank you for that, Rocket. I really do.”

“Yeah...yeah…” He waves his hand again. “Go ahead with your line of questioning.”

“So kind of you, sir,”

“Can the sarcasm, smartass,” He smiles - or grimaces, you can’t tell at the moment - but you do as he asks (tells). But not before giving him a mock salute and continuing with the questions.

“Describe to me, please, how you two met.”

“This one got himself arrested,” Rocket points to Groot. “I happened, through no fault of my own,”

“Of course,” You murmur in agreement.

“To be in the prison they tossed him in. They couldn’t understand him, so I told ‘em he kept asking what the charges were. They told me to shut up and shoved - well, shoved as hard as they could, but he went willingly - into the cell - wait!” He snaps his fingers. “What’s that word? It’s one of your religious-based words to describe an idiot.”

“I am Groot.”

“I agree with Groot, Rocket. He isn’t an idiot.” Groot nods while Rocket rubs under his chin, ears not as perked up as before as he thinks.

“Putty!” Rocket exclaims finally, grinning at you like he’s proud.

“Putty is a compound. I think you’re looking for the word putz. It’s Yiddish and I’m pretty sure it means dick, not an idiot. Yutz means foolish, I think.”

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah, Quill is a putz sometimes. You’re a yutz.”

“I am Groot.”

“I don’t know Yiddish, how am I supposed to know?” Rocket shifts his attention back to you. “You know more Yiddish words? Groot wants a word for informative.” Frowning, you reach for your phone, quickly typing in Yiddish words.

“I don’t see one a non-Jewish person would know...another word maybe, Groot?”

“I am Groot.”

“Confident,” Rocket supplies as you scroll.

“Chutzpah. Nerve, confidence, brazen, gumption.”

“I am Groot.”

“He said that works. He likes it too.”

“Good, I’ll grab a couple of Yiddish dictionaries and we can learn some words together.”

“I am Groot?” You look from Groot to Rocket.

“He said, even in Space?”

“Yeah! I’ll have to ask Tony for a way to talk to you in space since average people don’t have that tech.”

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah, yeah - don’t worry, kid, I’ll fix you up with something.” He winks after he says it, sharp little teeth showing as he grins, Groot sporting his own toothy (bark-y?) grin at you.

“More questions alright?”

“Go ahead then,” Rocket gives a wave of his furry hand while Groot nods and settles more comfortably in his chair.

And so you do, with glee igniting in your veins once again.

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Drax and Mantis’ joint interview is monitored by Carol, but Drax doesn’t seem to care about who is monitoring him, he just says and does as he pleases. Which includes leaving after he believes his part is done.

“Did you get what you needed?” Carol asks, draped over a black velvet upholstered chair sideways, tapping on her wrist device before pinning you with her intense gaze. You review what he’s answered, tapping the pen against the paper while you purse your lips and go over it again.

“Yeah, I think I have enough. He answered all the big questions...I can just pester him later if I need to. Thank you though.” Carol just nods as Mantis scoots a little closer in her wooden chair, a bright smile on her face.

“You seem much happier today.”

“I’m feeling a little better, thanks.”

“Maybe once you are finished with the hard part of asking us all these questions, it will feel like a weight has been lifted?”

“I’m not sure. This is the biggest project I’ve ever taken on. I think not having a break from the chaos just sort of exacerbates it since I’m usually pretty solitary once I’ve finished interviewing. Just get lost in making it as good as I possibly can. It’s been difficult to do since I have to keep interviewing. I get a break to do a sort of layout, but that’s it. I only managed to get Pepper’s done because it was just...pressing. It just poured out once I finished her interview.”

“Chaos is a good word for it,” Carol comments with a little smile.

“It’s not bad!” You clarify, a bit over eagerly. “I’m just not used to it.”

“None of us are used to it,” Mantis says wisely, hands resting so demurely on her lap as her smile soothes your nerves back down. “We are simply glad to be all together.”

“Without bloodshed,” Carol’s mouth downturns in a sort of comical way. “Mostly without bloodshed.”

“Which I think is appreciated at every family gathering.”

“Yes!” Mantis agrees with enthusiasm.

“Want me to get the murder sisters?”

“Nah. I’ll finish up the interviews tomorrow. That way Pepper can coerce all of you into the group interview Friday and then, um, I’ll leave on Saturday.”

“Now I feel sad,” Mantis’ face falls with her words, reaching out to pat your hand accordingly. Her eyes become more intense as she sifts through your emotions. “We will all miss you too.” You nod numbly, smiling through the tears. That’s when you feel two sets of arms around you.

“I’ll kick Stark’s ass if you aren’t always welcome here. With us,” Carol pauses before squeezing you and Mantis tighter in her grip. “Although we could always take you away to space…”

“You would love space!” Mantis says excitedly, pulling away a little to grin at you.

“Maybe my next vacation should be space. Got any good beaches?”

“We could find you one!”

“Well then, of course, I can’t turn down a vacation in space!”

“Name the time and we’ll try to accommodate,” Carol confirms, laying her cheek against the top of your head.

“No leaving me alone with Quill. Unless you want me to hit him.”

“I say we give the odds to fur face - he’d looooove to see you knock Quill on his ass.” You chuckle, relaxing in their arms. “And I’d love the payout.”

“Carol, sweetie, you won’t be getting a payout. No one is gonna bet on Peter winning. Everyone on the ship can kick his ass.” Drax’s deep laughter booms through the room, drawing all your gazes. He puts another handful of gummy bears in his mouth.

“IT’S FUNNY BECAUSE IT IS TRUE!” He bellows before shoving his hand back into the bag.

“Why’d you come back?” Carol asks over her shoulder.

“Oh, yes. The woman spider says the writer is needed in her quarters.”

“All good things must end,” Mantis says with a happy sigh, all of you pulling away. Carol hands you your laptop and notebook with a bright smile.

“Cheer up, Charlie.”

“Thank you, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory reference.”

“I do what I can,” She says with a lighthearted shrug as you all head for the door of the study that Carol had found a few days ago. You take a deep breath as you walk through the door, mentally girding your loins at whatever Natasha has planned for you.

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Your patching all of today’s interviews together, trying to make it as cohesive as possible - prepping it for your rewrites and tweaks - after the two hour session with Natasha.

She had wrangled you into a massage chair, tugging your shoes off as a woman who looks like someone Pepper negotiates with daily, comes into the room with a giant metal case. She hadn’t given you an option, she had simply painted your fingers and toes in a sparkly midnight blue, with your middle fingers painted metallic gold. Not something you’d choose for yourself but, honestly, you couldn’t remember a time in the last few years where your hands and feet had both felt so soft.

And while the executive-looking woman had worked, so had Natasha.

Natasha makes it seems as if you are just discussing your life, but it’s an interrogation. A pleasant one if any of the other stories you’ve heard about her are anything to go on… She slips in tidbits on Bucky, what Steve’s told her over the years, several of those little stories making your heart clench. Natasha always makes sure to follow those up with more cheerful or funny ones.

You weren’t born yesterday - you know what she’d been doing. Subtly (or not so) talking Bucky up.

Running your hands through your hair, you try to refocus on the words floating on your screen.

You need to sleep.

Three more interviews. Just three more.

Jesus, where did the time go?

After the three interviews tomorrow, Pepper will orchestrate the group interview with your questions and a handful of submitted ones she somehow got. Pepper and Tony’s methods are like the various branches of the military since the 90s - Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.

Then you’d be gone. And it wouldn’t matter how wonderful Bucky is...cause he didn’t make a move. And you’re just as lost in your head as he is, second-guessing most everything...so you can’t blame him for not moving forward when you are just as hesitant to get involved in something too good to be true.

There is a soft knock, causing you to pause. Dinner wrapped up almost three hours ago, so you weren’t sure who it could -

Bucky, your mind supplies unhelpfully. You tell that nosy bitch in your head to shut up when lo and behold, in walks Sgt. Barnes himself.

“I couldn’t sleep. Do you, uh, would you like company?” You scrub your hands down your face, save your work and click the laptop closed.

“Yeah, I can’t focus on the screen anymore without going cross-eyed. What did you have in mind?” You lean backward, palms flat and braced on the plush carpet, staring up at the man before you.

And, dear lord, what a man.

You barely stifle a giggle as Whatta Man lyrics start flashing through your thoughts. Bucky qualifies for most of those damn lyrics.

“Whatcha smiling so big for now, doll?”

“I’ll have Wanda explain it to you later.”

“Why can’t you tell me now?”

“Because I don’t want to,” You pout, making him shake his head ruefully.

“Let’s get some sleep, then, since you won’t tell me your secret,” He holds out his hand, lips quirked in a crooked and easy smile. Taking his hand is easy, warm and safe, making you return his smile full force.

You move to the other side of the bed, pulling back the covers and shuffling under, only to be met in the middle with Bucky’s open arms.

“Tell me a secret,” His soft breath moves a few pieces of your hair before his fingers brush them back as you settle in his embrace with a soft sigh.

“My great-grandma’s step-sister was a nurse in WWII and so I grew up cuddling well-worn bears. A Captain America one,” Bucky groans good-naturedly. “A Dum Dum Dugan one. And a Bucky Barnes one too.”

“Not the whole unit?”

“Nah, her kids kept the others. My grandfather was the only boy out the bunch, so he was gifted Captain America’s bear. His sisters got Dum Dum and yours. And since I was the first grandbaby - and was the only one for about seven years - I got all three.”

“I can’t even believe any of those survived the war.”

“You and Steve did - God knows the bears were treated a whole lot better too,” Bucky snorts but tightens his arms around you. “Tell me a secret.”

“I don’t want you to leave the day after tomorrow. I want you to stay.” You pull away enough to look him in the eye, emotion making your throat tighten.

“What would happen if I did?”

“Dinner. Dancing. I could be convinced to throw in a couple of kisses,” You sigh over-dramatically, snuggling back in his arms.

“I don’t really know how to dance.”

“I could teach you.”

“For a couple kisses?”

“Holding you close is more than enough payment, doll.”

“Ah-ha! You say that now but once I’ve stepped on your toes for the tenth time, you might feel different.”

“Even my toes got the super serum. They’ll be fine.”

“Tell me a secret,” You try again.

“You scare me.”

“Bucky, I am the least scary person in this entire compound.”

“That’s what makes you the scariest. You’re the softest, most caring and gentle-hearted person...but feisty. Quiet but strong. All in this pretty and shy little package. All that adds up to a truly dangerous person.” You can hear him swallow, his heart beating quickly in his chest at his confession. “Tell me a secret.”

“I want to stay,” You whisper against his chest, a stray tear escaping from your eye to be quickly absorbed by the pillow.

“Then stay, doll,” Bucky whispers against your hair before he presses a soft kiss atop your head. “Stay with me.”

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When you wake up, Bucky is gone.

You push down the unease at waking up to an empty bed before dragging your ass out of bed.

The shower is over quickly, blow-drying your hair lightly to help along the drying process before getting ready to plonk down in your customary spot when you pause, your stomach growling loudly.

“Okay then, breakfast before working today…”

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“I am Groot.”

“No, flowers ain’t gonna help.” Rocket heads into the kitchen after Scott, Groot following behind.

“I am Groot.”

“He’s got a point there.” Bruce and Rhodey stare at Thor. “Oh, right. He said a puppy might work…” Thor nods as he strokes his beard.

“Help what?” You ask, startling the trio as you enter the lab with Valkyrie, Peter, and Vision.

All five of their gazes drop or wander upward to the walls.

Uh-oh.

“What is it?”

“Well, see, uh - we got a call about a small arms deal by the Canadian border,” Rhodey answers, leaning his hip against the table.

“Uh-huh.”

“So, um, Steve, Clint, Tony, Natasha and, um,” Bruce stumbles over his words, looking at Thor then Rhodey.

“Bucky,” You supply as Bruce nods.

“Yes. They all went.”

“They left already?” They all hear the disappointment in your voice.

“I am Groot.” Groot holds out a piece of paper for you, smiling softly down at you.

“Thank you.” You unfold the paper, noticing Bucky’s neat handwriting.

     Babydoll -

           It’s just a quick mission. We’ll be back hopefully by tomorrow afternoon.

           I’m so sorry.

           Just - just promise me you’ll stay until I get back.

           Please?

           Promise I’ll be safe.

           And I’ll owe you [1] good night’s sleep, doll.

            -- Bucky

You fold the letter, tucking it into your pant’s pocket.

“You need a drink!” Valkyrie soothes happily, shooing you from the room with Thor and Rhodey following behind.

“It’s not even 9 am!” Scott shouts, following behind with an eye roll and head shake.

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah. Hey, Bruce, where do we find a puppy around this planet? Is there a shop?”

“First off - I’m not sure about the puppy. Secondly - we do not shop at pet stores. They’re usually from puppy mills. Need to look at reputable places to adopt.”

“Good. Show us those then,” Bruce groans as Rocket jumps onto the table by his laptop.

“Fine.”

“I am Groot.”

“That’s true. He might need a friend to keep him company.”

“Dear lord…” Bruce huffs as he typed in local dog adoption places in New York before his face softens at all the little doggy faces that flash across the screen.

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You’re going to leave. You aren’t going to come back. After this morning, you won’t want anything to do with them. Especially him. Bucky shoves the dark voice back deep down as he glares down at his plate.

“You look real nice in the mornings,” Quill says loudly around a mouthful of waffles, gesturing with his fork at your hair. Bucky bites back a growl, shoving the majority of his omelet into his mouth in one go.

“Thank you,” Your voice has an edge of curtness, but still polite...totally unnoticed by Quill.

“Of course, I’m just bein’ honest,” He continues, smiling widely at you before shooting you a wink, which makes Bucky snap his fork in half. He tosses it in the sink with a huff before grabbing another, fighting the urge to stab Star-Dumbass with the new fork.

“Listen, Peter, I’m not interested. Thank you for the compliments but right now I’m just not in the mood to deal with your whole ‘trying to get laid constantly’ bullshit.” Steve nearly chokes on the piece of sausage he’s eating at your words, T’Challa giving him a hard thump between his shoulders as he tries to hide a smile.

“Every time I think, well, I don’t think I can like her any more than I already do - she makes me. Go on, tell him how you really feel,” Sam’s warm chuckle seems to reassure you, Bucky watching your shoulders relax a little.

“Let’s hurry up everyone - the video photographer will be here within the hour.” Bucky nods at Pepper’s words, shoving his last forkful of eggs in his mouth and grabbing his shitty cup of coffee. Even though it was the fanciest coffee Tony could buy, it was crap compared to the coffee you’d been making him. You’d showed him how to work the machine but he knew it wouldn’t be the same.

He had talked himself out of sneaking into your room late Sunday evening. Of nuzzling an unheard apology against your shoulder before gathering you tightly in his arms, fully prepared to grovel come the morning.

Bucky knew you wouldn’t want him to grovel. When he had mentioned it in his mind, you had nearly punched him. He’d easily had kissed away the flash of anger, happy to soak up the ease he always felt in your presence.

Bucky shakes himself out of his dreams, willing himself not to think of the memory of your bare legs wrapped around his and your warmth as you two were pressed so tightly together.

Now you’re seated on the couch beside Shuri, plate balanced on the tops of your legs as you finish working your way through the huge pancake you have left, and giggling at a picture she’s showing you on her phone with Clint leaning over your shoulder to peer down at it too.

Pepper and Happy had wrangled you into staying an extra two days since the mission ran over, and she still wanted desperately to give you the video interview and glamor shots of all of them for your going away present.

Which Bucky wasn’t going to think about.

“Hey.” Bucky looks startled for a second before he nods at Shuri. “Do you want what’s left? I can’t finish it.” Bucky shakes his head at the question, but nerves kept him from really enjoying his breakfast. He watches as you lean back on your hands, the mauve shirt your wearing riding up just a bit above where your black leggings sat. Teasing him with the tiniest peek of skin.

He commits the image to memory, knowing you’ll be trying to leave on the jet when this interview concludes… He also knows that Tony, Steve, and the others will all convince you to stay for lunch at the very least. He knows you’ll accept - you’re too sweet to deny such a request. His sweet, smartass, torturous babydoll.

“Okay, the stylists are here! Remember to dress nice but not gala event/black tie nice!” Pepper barks as she takes the plate away from Rhodey, shooing him towards the small army of men and women standing just inside the living area as he sighs heavily. Bucky isn’t the only one to notice you slip Rhodey a piece of toast with jam, nodding towards were the trays of mimosas were on the counter with a big smile.

‘I love you, kid,’ Rhodey mouths, grabbing a flute of spiked orange juice and taking a healthy bite of toast as his stylist guides him from the room.

When the gentleman assigned to him came to get him, Bucky silently trailing after him, not noticing the sad, longing gaze you shoot him as you watch him leave.

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Lunch is a lot jollier than they all feel, trying to send you out on a high note.

It’s lighthearted and full of laughter as you all drag out this time as much as possible, making you look around and finally take the time to truly appreciate the expensive wallpaper of this room, the actually silver silverware that glimmered dimly in the natural light - as if it doesn’t want to draw attention to its elevated status.

Your gaze has circled the room innumerable times since sitting down, each time slower than the last, soaking in every minute detail of the group of people around you.

Thirty wonderful beings sit around the long, long table around you - beings who had opened their lives, their pasts, and their homes to you in the past two weeks. They’d given you nicknames, built little inside jokes with you, and (mostly) given you their trust; knowing you aren’t going to use the information given against them.

You’ve caught Bucky’s gaze twice so far with your roaming looks, with each time more heart-wrenching than the last. You have so much you want to say and he seems to be trying to communicate the same to you with those storm blue eyes pouring out every emotion from the last two and a half weeks in their depths.

And you’re trying not to bawl from those drowning blue eyes fastened resolutely to you.

So you keep talking. And nodding along. And laughing...because, if you don’t, you don’t know what you’ll do. Yes, you do, you’ll break. Thanks, inner monologue!

You lean over the arm, showing Peter a TikTok video of a girl howling and her cat mimicking her, Shuri hanging over Peter’s shoulder to watch it before you all let out a little howl as it replays. Gamora is on your left side, Carol beside her, as Gamora whispers something from the interview - making all three of you burst out laughing.

You think about your purse, already settled on the jet, with your messy notebook carefully placed inside...basic stats were long forgotten in all the wonderful personal things you’ve discovered along the way. How Drax has a thing for gummy bears and chocolate pop-tarts. How Nebula tried to shoot Clint’s bow and almost broke it by pulling it back too hard. Pepper keeping chili chocolate bars in her desk drawer for a long day in the office. Peter talking to DUM-E just like Tony does, the three of them lost in stuttered conversations late at night. Rocket napping cuddled up under Groot’s arm in the garden.

“We’ll miss you,” Tony hides behind a tight smile after he draws everyone’s attention with his words. “And I’ve loved the emotion.” You can’t fight back the tears anymore, your lip quivering as you nod, nails digging into your palm to stave off the sobs.

“Big picture,” You affirm with a watery smile.

“Big picture,” Tony agrees as he gives you the most heartbreaking smile. By now, there was no more Iron Man between you...just Tony Stark doing his best by his adopted family.

“Boss, the jet has begun its standby. Ready for Miss Y/N.” The only sounds after that are soft shuffles as everyone seems to shift and tense at the AI’s words, reality settling even more harshly around the room.

“Thank you FRIDAY.” He seems to whisper, but it comes out louder because of the silence the room is ensconced in. “At least we added a few more AFI 100 Greatest titles to your list. Got you some new duds,” Tony stands up and everyone follows suit. “Got you a nifty new hair cut,” You can hear some chuckles behind you as you all head out of the mess hall. “Anything you’d like to let me know before you go, kiddo?”

You nearly run into Rhodey’s back as he stops just inside the hanger, dreading 30 goodbyes.

“Invite Wong and Strange over more often - I know, I know,” You hold up a hand in a stop sign. “Even if they decline. Gamora needs more fruit to tempt Nebula with to be less stabby on long missions and Nebula now, surprisingly, loves those chocolate-covered blueberries, so those as well. Gamora also needs a few more t-shirts since she loved the one I gave her from the store you have a tab at - the black, extra soft t-shirt one? Carol won’t admit it, but she needs to be asked to visit here more too. I know she’s busy, you all are, but asking is sometimes just as important as the actual visiting.”

“FRIDAY and I are making a list, don’t worry. Continue.”

“Steve and Bucky deserve a dog. There are more than enough people to help take care of it - take the stick out a little on the dog matter. Please. Make Clint drink something not caffeinated. And don’t make Natasha be the one to make Clint do it. Add a little salt lick or something out in the clearing for the deer. Don’t let Shuri attempt to hijack Redwing when she leaves, it’ll upset Sam. Make Steve eat a few Oreos. I don’t care how, but I would enjoy the video evidence. Go easier on Peter when needed, he’d trying to do his best and live up to you. T’Challa needs to let loose some too, go hang out in a giant donut together. Okoye needs some Starbucks delivered sometimes - the sweeter, the better. Have family-style dinners more often. Invite everyone, even if they can’t come. And get some fucking sleep, Tony.”

“Is that all?”

“Have Scott do your Christmas lights at the Tower. I’ll come ‘cause I know it’ll be hilarious and beautiful. Let them babysit Morgan more - she’s in the safest hands. Put a damn cover or grate or something over your incinerator pit!”

“Now, see, little miss writer, usually it does, per law. It had been emptied into the fields and hauled off to the vineyard and it hadn’t been put back before dark. Check that one off your mile-long list.”

“Just keep doing what you all are doing. And thank you, thank you all for everything you’ve done.” You fight back tears again, huffing out a deep breath, focusing on Tony before you. “And Bucky and Steve deserve a dog. Oh, and tell DUM-E I’ll write to him.”

“Noted,” Tony snorts at the DUM-E comment before grumbling, reaching forward to pull you quickly and tightly against his chest. “See you later, sweetness. You’re welcome here anytime.”

Pepper steps in when Tony steps away, inhaling a shaky breath as you wrap your arms around the red-head.

Wanda is next, kissing one cheek and then another before hugging you tighter than you were hugging her.

“Mici sărutări pentru tine în această după-amiază.”

“Little kisses to you too, Y/N. Take care.”

T’Challa wraps his arms around your shoulders, squeezing you gently before Shuri throws her arms around you as well.

“Say hi to Nakia and your mother for me, please.”

“Of course,” T’Challa agrees immediately before stepping away to reveal Sam, holding up a crisp $20 bill.

“You were right…” Sam grins out as you pocket the money before wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him to you.

“I usually am,” You reply with some cockiness, pulling away slightly before you feel his lips against your cheek.

“Stay outta trouble.”

“I was just about to say that to you!” You chuckle out before you feel Peter’s tight embrace nearly smothering you. But, you know, in a good way. “I’ll miss you too, Peter. Next time I’m here we need to go have one of those Spider-Man ice creams.”

“And I can introduce you to Aunt May.” He pulls away with a bright smile, making you cup his face.

“I’d love that, Peter.”

Scott steps up next. “Ya know, in prison, we got hit by the biggest, meanest guy as a goodbye. All in good spirits, of course.”

“Of course,” You agree with a serious nod. “But don’t worry, I think the girls like me too much to hit me.”

“Oooh. I see how it is. Praise my lighting skills and - well, I mean, you aren’t wrong.” A wiggle of your eyebrows makes him shake his head before hugging you tightly, giving your back a few hard pats before squeezing you.

“I just told Sam that.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” He mutters before he delivers another squeeze, backing out of the way for Gamora.

“I know a couple of beaches...you finish up with these articles and barring anything stupid from that one,” She gestures her head to Quill who shoots you two an unconvincing ‘Who Me?’ look, rolling her eyes before continuing. “We’ll come kidnap you for a break.”

“Sounds good to me. I’ll bring some fruit and some junk food.”

“Deal!” Drax bellows out behind Gamora, picking you up from the ground as he squeezes you before promptly putting you down. “Goodbye, author.”

“Goodbye, destroyer,” You boop his nose before Steve clears his throat behind him.

“Don’t be a stranger, beautiful.” You feel small in his embrace, digging your nails into his shoulders to bury your face against his chest, letting a couple of tears fall against his dark blue shirt before he kisses the top of your head and let’s go.

Wong is next, giving you a brief hug before stepping back and giving you a small bow, which you return with a smile.

Clint pops up, gathering your hands in his.

“Our time together has been so special to me,” You roll your eyes playfully. “Thank you for not being one of those rabid journalists and for always thinking of me in black thong.”

“It’s an image I will always treasure, Clint. And I’ve tried to be as unrabid as possible for you.”

“Marry me already.”

“Pencil me in.”

“Will do, calendar girl,” He concludes with a wink, handing you off to Hope, who runs a hand over your hair before sliding her hand down your arm and pulls you into a tight embrace. She doesn’t say anything - much like Pepper - just holds you in her arms.

Rhodey is next, kissing your forehead before tucking you into a hug.

“Thanks for everything. I’ll let the Roomba know you think of him too,” You sputter out a laugh, slightly muffled against his shoulder.

“I’ll think of him often. Maybe you if I have the time.”

“That’s appreciated, you little shit.”

“Thanks, Colonel. I try.” Rhodey scoffs, gently pushing you towards Quill with a stern look shot at the outlaw.

“I wish we’d had more time together,” Quill begins, his face soft and open, as he shakes your hand. “I see now you just wanted to get to know me. Un-romantically.”

“What tipped you off?” He moves forward for a quick hug.

“I love a smart-ass though.”

“If your hand so much as moves a millimeter down Quill…”

“Several people would attempt to break my hand.”

“Starting with me,” You chuckle as he squeezes your right shoulder, dropping it with a small grin to move aside for Vision.

“I shall miss you and all your questions.”

“I’ll email you some, just so you don’t get too sad.”

“I would like that.”

“Take care, Vision.”

“You too.” Happy is next, straightening his suit jacket as he steps forward, a soft smile breaking on his face just for you.

“Kid, you’ve been interesting.”

“I’m glad you’ve had time to come to terms with my boring nature, Hap.”

“Next time you’re here, I’ll buy you a churro,” You sniffle lightly against his jacket as he hugs you.

“Take care of them,” You beg, unashamed.

“Always.”

Bruce is fidgeting with something in his hand before presenting it, a little black box.

“Open it.” He gestures to the box, Rocket standing beside him with his arms crossed. Nestled in the box is a half glass sphere with a silver base, about the size of your palm as you cradle it in your hand.

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah, we used the piece DUM-E gave to you to help build it.”

“And this is for our language lessons and my interrogations?”

“I am Groot.”

“I love it! Thank you all so much.” You carefully hold it out for Rocket, who flips it upside down and shows you what to push.

“Red means we aren’t on the ship. Black means we’re busy, ya know, being Guardians or stealing,”

“Rocket!” Gamora hisses, frowning at him.

“And blue,” Rocket continues, completely unperturbed. “Means you’re good to pester us.” You kneel in front of Rocket.

“Bring it in, you yutz.” He rolls his eyes but complies, patting your sides in return.

“I am Groot!” He says loudly as he wraps his arms around the two of you, cradling you both against his chest.

“I am Groot,” You repeat, making Rocket chuckle.

‘That was completely correct, kid. Good job.” Groot set you down, Rocket climbing up onto his shoulder as Groot gives you a little pink flower and a smile.

“Thank you, Bruce,” You lean forward and kiss his cheek before his arms wrap around you.

“Don’t be a stranger. You can call us with that too. The yellow color will connect you to the lab - whichever one we’re in,” Bruce hugging you lightly then nodding.

“Okay,” You manage, fighting back another wave of tears.

“Goodbye, little writer,” Strange gives you a tight smile before he gives a quick hug, moving to make room for Mantis.

“I will make sure to call you. To make sure you take a break from the rest of the writing,” She beams at you before you two embrace. She steps away and Nebula is behind her, holding out her hand. As you give it a firm shake, she yanks you forward for a stiff hug and a rough pat on the back.

“I will tell the fox to send your calls to me about the fruit,” You hold up a finger with a bright smile, withdrawing a small bag of chocolate-covered blueberries.

“For you,” You lean in, “I also put some chocolate-covered espresso beans and dried mango slices in that compartment you showed me on the ship by Gamora’s room.” Her serious gaze shifts from your face to the blueberries and then gives a sharp nod at your whispered words.

“As you should,” She jokes, face so serious if you hadn’t spent most of two days with her, you might have missed it - which just makes you smile all the wider.

Okoye hugs you after Nebula moves out of the way, bag tucked securely in her grip as Drax and Rocket peer down at her goodies.

“Remember me and Olenna.”

“Wakandan sunsets are on my bucket list now.”

“And you will see it. Uxolo lube nawe, sihlobo.” [Peace be with you, friend.]

“Did you just call me a friend? Cause that’s the only word I semi-recognized…” She presses her forehead against yours.

“Yes, friend. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Okoye. Yomelela ngonaphakade.” [Strong forever.] She pulls away with a chuckle. “Hey - I tried! Was it wrong?”

“No,” Shuri says from behind you, “It was good.”

“Princess approved!” You laugh out as Okoye hugs you tightly.

Carol is next, her arms spread wide for you to walk into. “Cheer up, Charlie.”

“Give me a smile.”

“Let that sunshine show!” Carol skips a few lines as her thumbs come up to wipe away the few tears that have managed to slip out unbidden. But you do as she asks and smile through it all.

“Stop making her cry!” Natasha admonishes, tapping on Carol’s shoulders to cut in. She raises an eyebrow before pulling you close. “I’m gonna miss you,” She says this part loud enough for everyone to hear, leaning in closer to whisper the next part - so low even the super-soldiers wouldn’t be able to hear. You hoped. “You and Barnes are gonna be the cutest couple. Name your firstborn after me.”

“I already promised Valkyrie that honor,” You whisper back, watching her pull away and only catching the end of her eye roll.

“You’re always welcome here for interrogation and nail painting.”

“My feet are still so soft - it’s amazing!” Natasha shrugs.

“I know.” Natasha tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and goes behind you to join the others.

“My little rose,” Thor begins, his hug tight and bear-like, lifting you from the ground. “I am sad to see you go. Sad that we did not get to know each other better.” You shake your head at the drop in his tone.

“I guess Brunhilde mentioned her offer to you.”

“Oh, yes,” He confirms with a wide-cheeked grin.

“Both of you are little shits.”

“Oh, yes,” He agrees, the smile never leaving his handsome face, blue eyes full of mirth. You brace your hands on his forearms, kissing his bearded cheek.

“I’m going to miss you, warrior Pikachu of Point Break.” He groans before hugging you again, this one leaving your feet planted on the floor.

“My turn!” Valkyrie shoos Thor, kissing one cheek and then the other before cupping your face in her hands. “My offer stands,” And she fucking winks at you before brushing her lips gently over yours. Your fingers brush over your lips afterward, looking at her with eyes as big as saucers. Her laughter echoes in your ears as she hugs you, her grip is tight around you but comforting.

“You are the weirdest juxtaposition...but I’ll keep your offer in mind. Far in the back of my mind, but there.”

“Good! Come visit New Asgard, I’ll give you a grand tour.”

“Okay, okay - calm down, sister!” Tony shouts as Valkyrie winks again, leaving Bucky standing before you. Of course, he had to be the last…

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep the same without you, doll.”

“Ditto, Sarge. No sugar cubes?” He rubs the back of his neck before dropping his hand, biting his bottom lip.

“Nah, you’re sweet enough,” You move forward, nearly closing the space between the two of you.

“My soft, handsome, thoughtful, smart dumbass…” Bucky closes the rest of the space between you, metal fingers sliding around to the back of your neck.

“I’m gonna miss you so damn much, babydoll,” He whispers against your lips, his flesh hand cupping your cheek. His lips press oh so innocently against yours, a tightness in your chest as you sink your fingers into his hair and press his lips closer, feeling his smile at the action. When he pulls away, he links his flesh fingers with yours and throws the vibranium one around your shoulder. Pulling you as close as possible, he kisses your forehead and then the top of your head when you drop your forehead against his shoulder. “Safe travels.” He whispers before stepping away with a nod, hearing your sniffles as you hurriedly climb aboard the jet.

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2 WEEKS LATER

“What do you mean the Avengers jet is here for me?” You ask the person on the phone for what seems like the nineteenth time but is probably only the third. “I just don’t understand...aren’t they in Siberia or something?” Amelina looks at you quizzically as she comes into the tiny office space you share with two giant cups of iced coffee, slipping into your desk chair as she listens in. Nosy.

“No - I understand what you’re saying, I just don’t understand why? It’s been two weeks, we’ve only posted one interview after I left. Carol’s will be posted tonight at 7 pm EST… I just-just don’t understand WHY?” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Yes, I can be ready within the hour. Thank you.”

“Oooh - they want you back so soon! Well, I bet a certain blue-eyed soldier at least…”

“Yeah. Whatever. He hasn’t texted, called, emailed, hologrammed, carrier pigeon-ed...nada. The whole thing between us is the equivalent of Sandy and Danny at the beach. Summer lovin’. And now it’s fall.” You take the lighter colored ice coffee with the caramel drizzle, taking a hearty sip as you rest your rear against your desk edge. “And now I gotta go pack for whatever the heck this is. Jesus... I swear I cried the whole way home.”

“And the day after. And while you were proof-reading Thor’s interview before posting it.” Amelina ticks her fingers off as she goes. Ass. “While we were going over Carol’s. When someone sent an email about Pepper’s. When you were picking out pictures to go along with the stories...I don’t see how you have any tears left at all. You’re just so damn sensitive.”

“I can’t believe you’re still so blase about my anguish. What a friend you are!”

Amelina tosses her long black hair over her shoulder with an eye roll. “Listen,” She peers down at her watch. “You’ve got forty-five minutes left to get ready!” The traitor sing-songs with a bright smile.

You return her bright smile.

“Guess that means you’re holding down the fort again! All by your lonesome!” You chuckle before wrapping your lips around the straw once more, bending over to pick up your purse from under your desk. “Hasta la vista!”

“You’re a little shit, do you know that?!”

“It’s been mentioned!” You call over your shoulder, heels clicking down the hall with your thoughts running a million miles at the possibilities of what this means.

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When the jet lands at the compound, Bucky is a ball of nerves.

He’s been carefully planning since you left and it’s taken this long to muster up the damn courage to execute it.

The compound was mostly empty - operating with a skeleton crew - so Bucky didn’t feel as foolish standing in the hanger bay for the last couple hours letting his nerves suffocate him.

And when you step off the jet, it takes his breath away. God, you’re gorgeous.

He waits until you’re halfway across the hanger before stepping from his spot, smiling through the butterflies and moths fluttering chaotically in his belly. “Hey, doll.” Dear God, your eyes widening and the little gasp that accompanies it made his chest tighten.

“Your hair, Bucky! I love it!” Bucky runs his vibranium fingers through his newly shorn locks, neck and cheeks flushing under your scrutiny. “Is this - is this your calendar outfit?” He watched you take in his outfit. “God, you look even better than I imagined!”

“Th-thank you, gorgeous.” Bucky gestures you towards the door, following a little too closely behind.

“How far do I go?”

“All the way to the living room, please.”

“Oh, Bucky.” You were born to break him, he was sure of it. How you said his name - fuck, he was a goner. Bucky moves so his chest is nearly brushing against your back, inhaling the scent of your perfume like he’d been itching for it.

“I owe you a couple of dates. Some dancing. And a few good night’s sleep.”

“Is this how you treat all the girls you like? Show them some woodland creatures, make them cookies, reel them in with those big blue eyes, toss them to what you hope is safety, run off to go keep civilians safe, and then make a romantic dinner with all the trappings?”

“No. Most women will look at me but once they recognize who I am, they aren’t very interested anymore. And we both know - you aren’t most women. Plus I’m not interested in picking up any other women. Just my babydoll.” You turn to face him with those kissable lips pursed slightly.

“You know, Sergeant, speaking of picking up - I think I should pick you up and toss you into the trash bin, just to be fair.” You’re grinning when you say it, which lightens all the flutters currently in his belly and makes him automatically smile back.

“I don’t think you could pick me up, doll,” He chuckles out, gesturing towards the plush red upholstered chair closest to you both while he lets you lead.

“You don’t think I can pick you up?” Her eyebrow arch high as he shakes his head ‘no’ as he pulls out the chair and waits for you to sit before taking his own across the little wooden table. “Is that a dead rabbit in your mouth? ‘Cause you’re a fox.” His forehead furrows as he pours you both some wine.

“What - what are you doing?” He chuckles out, his eyes watching yours dance with mirth.

“Obviously I’m trying to pick you up, Sergeant,” You fucking wink at him when you finish saying that before leaning a little towards him, reaching for the wine glass. “Do you need more convincing?”

“Bring it, beautiful.”

“Was your dad a boxer? Because, baby, you’re a knockout.” Bucky’s heart stutters when she calls him baby, especially the way you say it, with your eyes twinkling but there is a hint of uncertainty there...one he needs to chase away.

“Can I follow you home? My ma told me to follow my dreams,” Bucky purrs out, watching her smile widen before her head tilts just so.

“Bucky - what is this?”

“Well, so far I got dating, dancing, sleeping...Hell - I’ll throw in some kisses too.” Bucky reaches across the small table, flesh palm face-up, anxiety riddling his thoughts now. “I wanna date you. I wanna cook with you. I want you to be the last thing I see before I go to sleep and the first thing I see in the morning. I want to hear you singing and watch you stick your tongue out when you concentrate on finding the right word or the right angle for your pictures. I’ll even pretend you don’t have ice cold feet in bed.” Your fingers tangling with his is pure magic even Dr. Strange couldn’t conjure.

“Well, are you going to come over here and kiss me or leave me hanging?”

Bucky nearly topples the chair he was just sitting in, in his haste to get around the table. His metal fingers feel cool against the warmth of your skin, his thumb stroking along your jawline as he leans in slowly, gently bumping his nose against yours before pressing his lips against yours softly. So softly. When you press against his lips a little more firmly, he takes it to mean more. So he gives it to you - his tongue gently pressing it against the seam of your lips, the both of you giving a little sigh as you open for him. God, you taste amazing. His other hand cups the back of your head, leaving you nowhere to go while he plunders your sweet mouth. Not that either of you has plans to go anywhere now. He can taste the tang of the wine and something he bets is distinctly you as your tongues meet, a soft groan escaping him at the reality that hits him just then. You’re his girl now. You press a hand gently to his chest and he reluctantly pulls away but rests his forehead against yours since he can’t bear not to be touching you right now.

“Stay with me,” Bucky whispers, barely pulling his face away from yours.

“You’re pretty good at convincing.”

“I made cookies.” He offers with a smirk.

“You think I am so easy?”

“I’m that easy for you.”

“Well, then...that’s perfectly okay. Sold, Mr. Barnes.”

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Chapter 8: “The battle has begun” 

 DAY: 6 AUGUST YEAR: 2035 TIME: 5:47 PM

[Canion of the monster–human war…]

Jack: (Lying on the ground) (1/10 HP) (Looks down) Heh… Looks like you’ll keep our promise… (Looks at Saldels) SIS.

Saldels: (Looks at Jack) .   .   .

[3 Hours ago…]

[Flina, Liza, and Jack’s house…]

[In front of the front door…]

Liza: (Looks at Jack) Are you sure you are going to be okay?

Jack: (Looks at Liza and Flina) How old do you think I am…?

Flina: (Looks at Jack) We don’t know how old are you.

Liza: We don’t even know when your birthday.

Jack: (Remembered) Oh, right… Then I’ll tell you when you come back.

Flina and Liza: Ok, we’ll be back. (Closed door)

Jack’s thoughts: I didn't tell them how old I am…?

[Phone rings…]

Jack: (Trying to reach the phone in pocket) Hmm…? Who could it be? (Answers the call) Sup?

Sans’ voice: Heya, kiddo.

Jack: Oh, yo, Sans. What’s up, need anything?

Sans’ voice: Yeah, actually…

Jack: (Puzzled) So, what is it…?

Sans’ voice: Could you look after our ambassadors?

Jack: (Spaced out) .   .   .   ?

Sans’ voice: Silence is a sign of agreement. Counting on you, Jack.

Jack: Huh…? Hey, wait!

[Call finished…]

Jack’s thoughts: (Sigh) Would THEY forgive me for what I’ve done…?

[In front of the embassy of HUMANS and MONSTERS…]

Jack: There we go… (Looks up) The top floor, huh…? (trying to count floors) (Gave up) Nope… (Passes through the gate) Wait a second…

[Fwoosh…]

Jack: (Noticed) Of course… (Teleported)

[Crash…]

Jack: (Appeared in the crater) (Curios) (Looks at magic weapon) This spear looks familiar…

Chara: (From behind) Fast as always.

Frisk: (From behind) You haven’t changed at all.

Jack: (Turned back) Heh… I’m home. (Looks at Frisk and Chara) (Smiles) And it looks like you two didn’t forget me.

[Main office of the embassy…]

Jack: (Sitting on the sofa) So, was that a classic “Where were you?! Dinner is cold already!”…?

Frisk: (Sits at the table) (Looked away) Let’s call it… A harsh “Welcome home”.

Chara: (Sits in an armchair) (Shrinked) Or a dangerous “Hello”.

Jack: But seriously… (Stood up) (Turned to Frisk and Chara) did you really forgive me that easy? I RESET the world, and abended you, just saying “Please, don’t forget me”, smiling like an idiot.

Frisk: (Smiled) (Turned to Jack) “It doesn’t matter, things just happen”

Chara: (Stood up) “I can’t be mad at you for too long”

Chara and Frisk: “I ALREADY FORGAVE YOU”.

Frisk: (Comes to Jack) You always were saying something like this, without any anger.

Chara: (Comes to Jack) I even though you can’t be angry.

Chara and Frisk: (Hugged Jack)

Jack: Hmfp…“We will always love you, DAD”.

Chara and Frisk : (Blushes)

Jack: Heh heh heh heh heh… (Walked away a bit) Even if you two got more MATURE, you two always be kids for me. (Looked away) And…you were my only friends…

Flina: (Out of nowhere) LIAR…!!!!!

Jack: (Surprised) (Turned back) Flina…?

Flina: (Furiously ran to Jack) (Hit Jack)

Jack: (Flew into the table) (Lying on the floor) (Bleeding)

Flina: (Angry) (Cries) (Looks down) So… (Looks at Jack) Everything you said was a lie, and we were just a…? Uhh… Gghhh…  I can’t even understand what we were for you…    

Liza: (Comes out of the corner) (Worried) Calm down, Flina.

Flina: (Turned to Liza) NO!!! (Points at Jack) He lied to us! He lied about that we are his friends! All his words were just a big LIE.

Jack: That…wasn’t…a…lie…I…swear…

Chara and Frisk: JACK…!!! (Runs to Jack)

Flina: Don’t come any closer to him!!!!!

Frisk: (Cries) (Turned to Flina) (Shouts) SHUT UP!!! He was like a father to us!

Chara: (Cries) (Turned to Flina) (Shouts) He took care of us for three years, and was our hope!

Frisk: (Came to Jack) (Stood on knees) Even if he gave up, RESETED and left…

Chara: (Came to Jack) (Stood on knees) Didn’t come to us when he could easily find us.

Chara and Frisk: (Shouts) WE STILL LOVE HIM AND TRUST HIM!

Jack: (Started to cry) No…she is right…

Frisk: (Scared) Please, don’t say anything… We don’t care about it anymore…

Chara: (Worried) C’mon where’s our tough little Jack?

Jack: He didn’t even exist…I couldn’t even spell my name, so choose this one, because the real me is just a coward and a scared crybaby, who always run away…

Liza: (Shouts) THAT’S NOT TRUE! Even if JACK is just a name, you are, who you are.

Jack: (Smiled) Heh… Thank you… (Tries to stand up) but I better leave…FOREVER. (Smiled)(Started to cry) (Teleported)

Chara: No, dad, please…

Frisk: Don’t leave us again.

[Somewhere in the center of Ebott–city…]

Jack: (Appeared) (Looks around) How ironic… (Looked away) (Noticed a lane) this is where I almost died 5 years ago. Well, better leave before they will find me.

[Meanwhile at the Embassy…]

Jass: (Standing in front of Flina, Liza, Chara, and Frisk) (Angry) (Sarcastic) Congrats, Flina… (Looks at Flina) A filthy HUMAN left and now you can breathe easy.

Flina: (Looks down) He is not a human, I don’t know who is HE anymore…

Liza: Jass, this is not…I’m sure…

Jass: (Shouts) SHUT UP!!!

Jass: (Points at Flina) I don’t give a FUCK what just happened here… I know Jack is an IDIOT, but he is a KIND idiot. (Looked away) Yeah, he took care of Chara and Frisk, because he didn’t want to be alone, in the first place. (Looks down) But they had become family for him…

 When he RESET the world for the first time, he got through what nobody would like to but accepted it. Even when he died and everything RESET again, he found a DAD and SISTER.

 And after 5 years of pointless experiments, which could kill him, he gave up upon himself, but not the others. And just in a few days, he was HAPPY for real again. He met you, Flina, met Liza again, and finally started to forgive himself, because Frisk and Chara forgave HIM. But now…  He is DEAD like he never was…

 In other words, he didn’t lie to you. He told you all this stuff because he appreciates all of you. (Turned around) Farewell… I need to find a bleeding kid. (Disappeared)

Flina’s thoughts: (Looks down) (Started to cry) What have I done…

[Somewhere around mount Ebbot…]

Jack: Great, I got lost in this forest again. What a day… (Slipped) Ahh… SHIIIIIIIIIIIII…!

[After a long falling into Canion of the monster–human war…]

Jack: (Tries to stand up) Oouuuch… Nnggghhaaaaaa… Good thing I survived after all this crap. (Raised) I just need to get outta here, and then I can…

[Something flew into Jack and crashed him into the mount…]

Saldels: (Comes to Jack) (Impressed) Amazing… You survived even after such a long fall, got up, and still alive after my attack.

Jack: Well, you know what people say: “Only HUMAN can kill A MONSTER”.

Saldels: Even if we are FAMILY, I am the only one who can kill you. (Stopped in front of Jack)

Jack: (1/10 HP) Heh… (Looks at Saldels) Looks like you’ll keep our promise, SIS.

Saldels: (Looks at Jack) .   .   .

Jack: See, you are not a coward. Now…

Saldels: (Raised a magic sword)

Jack: You can kill me…

[In a hundred meters away…]

Liza: None on my watch. (Concentrates) Time to check my new skills.

Liza’s thoughts: I’m counting on you, Flina.

[Back to Jack and Saldels…]

Saldels: GOODBYE… BROTHER… (Attacks Jack)

[Clank…]

Flina: (Blocked Saldels’ attack) (Angry) And you call yourself his SISTER? What kind of family is this…?! (Grabs Jack’s arm) Hold on. (Shouts) NOW LIZA!!!

Liza: GOT IT!!! (Pulls Flina and Jack with magic threats)

Flina and Jack: (Were pulled away)

Jack’s thoughts: (Looks around) So strong magic concentration, and these threats…

Flina: (Looked at Jack) You still have to prove to us that you weren’t lying to us.

Jack: (Smiled) Sure… Whatever you want.

[Not far from Flina and Jack…]

Saldels: Not so fast. (Grabs Flina, Liza, and Jack with magic) We are not done yet. (Pulls Flina, Liza, and Jack to herself) I have to finish my order from captain A’line.

Liza and Jack: “A’line”…?

Jack: (Concentrating magic) (Eyes glow) Hope it would work this time… (Opened a portal)

Flina, Liza, and Jack: (Went through the portal)

[Portal closed…]

Saldels: Hmm… (Looks around) Where did they go…?

[In the air…]

[Portal opened…]

Flina: RIGHT…

Liza: …ABOVE…

Jack: …YOU!

Flina, Liza, and Jack: Combo spell: “UNLEASHED FURY OF A WILD BEAST”

Jack: All together…!

Lina A’line: “UNLIMITED JUSTICE”

[Flash…]

Flina, Liza and Jack: (Started to fall) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

Jack’s thoughts: I have to do something or we are doomed. (Contracts magic) (Eyes glow)

[Portal opened…]

Flina, Liza, and Jack: (Went through the portal)

[Portal closed…]

Lina A’line: (Impressed) Hmpf… (Smiles) this kid is full of surprises.

[Portal opened…]

Lina A’line: (Noticed portal) There they are. “SPEAR OF JUSTICE”

Jack: “EMPTY SPACE”.

[Screch…]

Lina A’line: (Impressed) Incredible, you absorbed… No, you destroyed all magic around you.

Jack: (Stands in front of Flina and Liza) Huff…huff…huff… We…won’t let you…hurt them…

Lina Aline: Who’s “WE”?

[Clank…]

Monica Rose : (Attacked Lina with Jack’s body) (Jack’s voice) Me–Monica Rose. (Teleported)

Serjel: (Appeared) (Possessed Jack’s body) (Jack’s voice) Don’t forget about me. (Shoots)

Lina A’line: (Dojded) Impossible… (Jumped away)

Jack: (Appeared Not far from Lina) What happened, Auntie? You look like…

Lina A’line: (Gasp) (Sees Serjel and Monica)

Serjel: …You’ve seen…

Monica Rose: … A few ghosts.

Lina A’line: (Puzzled) (Shocked) But how…? You two are supposed to be dead…

Monica Rose: (Looks at Lina) My apologies, looks like you weren’t invited to our rise up.

Serjel: (Looks at Lina) And this is only beginning.

Monica Rose: (Looks at Jack) Are you ready, boy?

Serjel: (Looks at Jack) Get ready, son.

Jack: (Looks straight) Ready as I’ll ever be.

Serjel, Monica Rose and Jack: Combo spell: “SPHEAR OF NIGHTMARES”

[Darkness swallowed Lina A’line with Serjel, Monica Rose, and Jack…]

Lina A’line: (Looks around) (Puzzled) Where am I…? (Noticed something) (Shocked)

Monica Rose: (Looks at Lina) Ready for another round, Lina?

Serjel: (Looks at Lina) Hope you didn’t forget, what ALL that we can do?

Jack: (Turned black and white) Believe me, Auntie… (Looks at Lina) our battle just began.

#underside #undertale #story

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Jane the Virgin 2x10 Chapter Thirty-Two

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Stray thoughts

1) I really love how big of a storyline Jane’s passion for writing is. When I started watching season 1, I feared this would be one of those characteristics that seem to completely define a character at the beginning of the show but then either the writers get bored with it or they don’t know how to follow through in a realistic way and then she finds she loves something entirely different. But Jane’s passion for writing is truly fundamental for this show – from the episode titles to the omniscient narrator – and it’s the only thread in Jane’s arc that I’m actually invested in.

2) I’d almost forgotten she still hasn’t had sex! I get that the word “virgin” is right there in the title, but come on!

3) OMG, Rogelio’s mom is singing the “Wake up, Rogelio” song… I guess she’s the reason he has such high self-esteem.

4) My dog this did to my computer once…

5) So, finally, Rafael acknowledged that what Michael did was actually necessary to save Mateo…

RAFAEL: Because my mother wanted the chip. The one we traded for Mateo. MICHAEL: But I gave that to Nadine to give to Rose. RAFAEL: My mother says Rose doesn't have it. MICHAEL: Oh, my God. Nadine must not have given it to her. RAFAEL: That's why I wanted to talk to you, away from your partner. 'Cause we probably broke some laws trying to get Mateo back. MICHAEL: You didn't. I did.

Am I the only one seeing a contradiction here? Just like two or three episodes ago Rafael claimed that HE PAID SOMEONE to go to the police and tell on Michael because Rafael was trying to SAVE HIS FAMILY from evil, shady Michael. Now, he admits that the very thing Michael did which had supposedly put his family in danger, is what saved Mateo…

6) Lina wants Jane to get some, and tbh, same.

7) #traumas

8) Hahaha! The profile pics that Lina used are gold!

9) I really love Rogelio’s relationship and communication with both his parents? He’s just so open and wholesome and healthy in the way he talks to them, which is so unlike the typical Latino macho and it’s so fucking refreshing and such a positive form of representation, you know? I also super love the extended dialogue in Spanish because it makes it much more realistic. I think that’s a reality for bilinguals, you know? American shows and movies are usually so afraid of having characters not speaking in English that they end up fabricating situations in which everyone magically speaks English even though that’s not their native language, and as a Latina myself, I truly appreciate this.

10) Okay, so the last one was a Michael episode, I guess it’s Rafael’s turn now…

Guh, this show does so many things right EXCEPT this. This is awful. I hate it I hate it I hate it.

11) Petra is in the hospital?!

12) I guess we’re turning the triangle into a square…

13) “Fair point, Still illegal” reminds me of “Cool motive, still murder.” Give yourself kudos if you get the reference.

14) A totally valid reason to fire someone, if you ask me.

I knew she wanted Rafael to take care of her. I also hate this, you know? Petra might be sort of evil and manipulative, but even she deserves better than Rafael.

15) I have a feeling Jane will end up kissing a rando in this episode. That’s twice that word has been thrown in.

16) And this reminded me of Rebecca Bunch…

17) Oh, of course, Petra is super scared, I had totally forgotten about their miscarriage!

18) Called it…

And tbh, I’m feeling this way more than I ever did her thing with either Rafael or Michael.

19) He has a girlfriend. Ha!

20) Well, I guess this pretty much boils down why she keeps going back and forth between Rafael and Michael…

XIOMARA: My point is, you're a relationship person. JANE: Yeah. I am. You know, and the thought of going through all this again. Trying to find the right person, going on so many terrible dates. XIOMARA: Till one isn't terrible… JANE: And then what? I have to start over again with someone? It just sounds so exhausting. I just want to skip to the end.

She’s a relationship person but she can’t be bothered to go through the whole process of getting to know someone, dating them, falling in love and all of that. Either Rafael or Michael would offer her that, the skip-to-the-end thing. But neither of those relationships seem destined to happen, at least not yet. Pre-show Jane and Michael were in a healthy relationship, or at least it seems so based on the flashbacks we’ve seen. But she hasn’t quite had a healthy relationship with either of them in a season and a half. So maybe she should really try someone else…

21) “You don’t pop in peach!” I got that reference…

22) I knew that this whole situation would help Xiomara better understand her mother-in-law. Rogelio just fired his own mom and…

23) That’s some good advice. Thank you, Alba.

24) Aw, Xiomara tried to take the blame for the firing, but Liliana had already heard the conversation between her and Rogelio and was aware that Xiomara had tried to talk Rogelio out of it. Nice to see these two burying the hatchet…

25) This is actually pretty close to my list…

26) Yep, sounds about right. #same

27) I knew there was something odd about that scene at the beach…

28) OMG I’d watch the hell out of this show!

29) Yes, he did find a good woman, and yes, he should marry her.

30) They’re choosing names…

…and bonding…

31) Is this an old flame of Alba or something?

32) She’s fantasizing, right?

I mean, who says “your brains are so hot”? (not that it wouldn’t be a total turn on, but still…)

Yep. Okay, I guess?

33)  Hope you enjoyed my recap, and, as usual, if you’ve got this far, thank you for reading! If you enjoy my recaps and my blog, please consider supporting it on ko-fi.Thanks!

#Jane the Virgin #Jane Villanueva #Gina Rodriguez #Rogelio De La Vega #Michael Cordero #Rafael Solano #Petra Solano #JTV recap #JTV 2x10 #mine

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Escape- pt 22

pt 1. pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt 5. pt 6. pt 7. pt 8. pt 9. pt 10. pt 11. pt 12. pt 13. pt 14. pt 15. pt 16. pt 17. pt 18. pt 19. pt 20. pt 21. 

Jane Seymour has stayed with Henry long enough. Cue Catherine of Aragon and the rest of the girls to save her (Aramour)

Jane and Lina get married.

“Jane?”

“Lina!” the blonde snapped. “Stop trying to look at me. It’s bad luck!”

“Oh please. I can’t believe you believe in that stuff.”

“Close your eyes, and then I can give you Eddie.”

“You’re-”

“Close them, or I’ll just have Kat bring Eddie to you. And then, I’ll get the moms!”

“They’re closed! They’re closed!” The last thing Catherine needed was for both their mothers on top of Katherine berating her on their wedding day. She walked in and felt the room around her.

“I’m right here,” Jane laughed. Her eyes were closed too, but she could just picture her future wife blindly feeling around the room. “Here, I’m holding Eddie out. When you feel him, take him from my arms.”

“You’re a real pain in the ass. You know that?”

“I know, and yet you still love me enough to marry me today.”

“You’re lucky.”

“I know! Now get out!”

“I love you,” Catherine tried to get a sneak peek at her beautiful bride, but Kat was having none of it.

“Cath! Keep your damn eyes closed! Jesus.” She smacked a hand to her forehead. “You try to follow one tradition,” she muttered.

“I love you too Lina.” A devious smile spread onto Jane’s face. “But get the fuck out!”

“So,” Fred drew out. “Are you ready for this Catalina?”

“Dad, you know how long I’ve been in love with her,” Catherine replied as she walked back into the room with Eddie.

“I know. I’m ready for her to become an Aragon.”

“So am I.”

“I’m not quite ready for her to not be a Seymour anymore, but having her be an Aragon sure as hell beats her being a Tudor.”

“You can say that again,” Both Catherine and her father snorted.

“Having her be an Aragon sure as hell beats her being a Tudor.” John shook his head with laughter before going surprisingly serious. “Do I need to give you the talk?”

“I’m pretty sure I got the talk when I was like ten, so I’ll pass,” Catherine replied dryly.

“No. The ‘You hurt her, I kill you more than I’m going to kill Rob when they find that sick son of a bitch’ talk.”

“Give it to her!” Fred threw in.

“Dad!”

“No. You need to hear it. Go on John.”

“Look, my daughter is so in love with you. She has been ever since high school, whether she wanted to admit it or not. She never, ever looked at Henry the way she looks at you. Now, you’re also a mother to her child. If you are ever, and I do mean ever, anything like my father was to me, God help me, I will do things to you, and you will wish you were never born.”

“Do you really think I would ever hurt Janey or Eddie?”

“No, but I thought the same thing about Henry at first too. I knew he wasn’t good enough for my sweet girl, but he didn’t seem like he would harm her.”

“Here’s the difference though: Rob only loved her. I love her, obviously. But, I also really like her. And that is so, so important. I hope Eddie finds it too. The best thing you can do is find love in a friend.”

“Are you getting cold feet?” Margaret laughed.

“No, I am so ready to marry my best friend and show my son a great love and friendship.”

“You’re lucky honey.”

“I know.”

“Good. Don’t ever take that for granted. When Dad and I had our troubles, we knew that we always loved and liked each other. Always love Cath and appreciate her.”

“I will. Come on. I need to get married to her- my best friend.”

“Kat? Shouldn’t you be helping Janey get ready?”

“She’s pretty much ready. I just came to talk to you.”

“Oh. What’s up honey?”

“Can I hold Eddie?” Catherine handed the small boy over. “Are you ready to be married to her?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Don’t fuck this up.”

“I-”

“I’m serious. My mom,” Katherine paused and smiled the softest and most genuine smile Catherine had ever seen the girl show. “My mom,” she continued. “ has been through so much shit, and she still has come out of it with all the love and kindness in her heart. Don’t break that in her.”

“I’m not going to Katherine. If you remember, I’m the one who brought her to you.”

“I do.” Katherine nodded her head. “Thank you for that by the way. Now, are you ready to be like my step-mom?”

“I’m more than alright with that. Any child of Jane’s is a child of mine.”

“Good. Let’s get you married to my mama.”

“Jane, oh god. I wrote all of this stuff down, but it just doesn’t seem like enough. So, I’m just going to see whatever falls out of my mouth. You, you make me feel, it’s indescribable really. It’s the little things that make me fall in love with you more and more everyday. It’s when you get nervous and bite your lip and twiddle your thumbs in a way that you think is dorky. It’s your bedhead. It’s the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about something you love- specifically Eddie and Kat. Your dorky dance moves. It’s the way you crinkle your nose. The way you are with Kat and Eddie, and the way you love me. I thought I knew what love was when I was younger. My parents were hopelessly in love. They still are.” The hispanic pointed over at her parents and nodded. The small group gathered awed. “And uh, I met you. I watched you with someone else. And there were people who told me I was an absolute idiot to stay faithful to a girl who wasn’t even mine, not that you’re mine now. You’re your own person, and I respect that- but I hope you know what I mean. I was okay with it though because even then, I was pretty sure I knew that I was just waiting here for you.” She wiped at a few tears that had fallen. “And now, if you’ll have me, I will spend the rest of my days loving you, and I will let you love me.”

“Jane?” The minister smiled.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to top that,” Jane giggled. “So, I’m going to keep it simple. Here we go: I love you, and I like you. I’m going to show you, Katherine, and Eddie our endless love. I will love you, and I will let you love me.” Catherine never thought so few words could be so perfect.

The two were finally wed, finally where they were meant to be, sealing off their marriage with a kiss.

“Fuck yeah!” Anne shouted before realizing what she exclaimed. “I mean,” she quickly tried to play it off.

“No. It’s a fuck yeah,” Kat’s tone was light. “They just got married! Fuck yeah!” She screamed the last sentence, getting a few strange looks from the brides’ families. Jane and Catherine could only shake their heads, somewhat embarrassed but also not caring too much. They did just get married after all.

“When I first met Cath and Jane, well, we all know the situation Jane is in. Cathy told us all to be nice to the two. When I found out everything about Jane’s circumstance, I really thought she was going to turn out to be a bitch. I was wrong. Wow! The one and only time the Anne Boleyn will admit she’s wrong, I know.” This caused the small group to chuckle, and to milk it more, Anne proceeded to bow. “But, I will happily admit time and time again that I was wrong about our dear and sweet Jane. She is the kindest, most caring person you will ever meet. So, to Catherine: don’t fuck this up. You’ve got the real deal. Don’t hurt her.” Anne eyed the hispanic suspiciously. “I’ve got my eye on you.”

“I know I’ve got the real deal Anne.” Catherine rolled her eyes playfully.

“To Jane and Cath! Can I get a massive hell yeah?” The woman with space buns (yes, even at a wedding, Boleyn had her signature space buns in) laughed as she raised her glass. She was met with possibly the loudest “hell yeah” she ever thought she would get, Officer Beale even joining in with a smile on his face..

“Alright listen up,” Anna started. “I’m normally not one to make any toasts or anything, but these two are pretty rad, so here we go. Cath and Jane were made for each other, and I will take no criticism.”

“No criticism needed. You’re right!” John laughed.

“So, to Jane and Cath!” The tall woman raised her glass and chugged what was left of her drink.

“And, as an additional wedding present,” the woman in red said mischievously. “I give you this.” She hugged the two brides.

“Anna hugged me!” Jane yelled. “Yes!”

“When you were in the hospital, I promised you I would give you a hug if you woke up. See this as me following through on my promise,” Anna whispered. Jane only hugged her tighter.

“Oh, and Cath?” the older bride glanced at her. “Don’t you dare hurt her.”

“I’m not going to!”

“Just making sure you know that I could have your ass kicked if you do.”

“No need for threats,” Jane muttered as she pushed her friend into her seat.

“So, for Jane’s side of the family, I’m Cathy, and I’m Catherine’s cousin. Cath called me one morning begging me to let her bring Jane to my house. Now, I had heard of Jane time and time again because poor Cath had been over here pining for Jane since they were sixteen. So, of course, because I’m a wonderful cousin, I said yes. I didn’t expect to get a best friend and sister out of that though. So, to Cath and Jane! And Cath? Don’t you dare hurt her.”

“What the hell Cathy?” Aragon laughed nervously. “You’re my cousin!”

“And Jane is much too pure for this world. Don’t hurt her.”

“So, I guess I should make a speech too?” Kat muttered as she stood and clinked on her glass. “I’m Kat, and I just wanted to say a few things. To the two brides: I hope this marriage brings you a long and happy life. You two deserve it more than anyone I know. I also want to say that even though I’ve only known both of you for a short amount of time, you two are family and always will be family. So, thank you mom and Cath.”

“Mom?” Margaret spoke up confused.

“Yes mom. She might only be a few years younger than me, but that doesn’t stop me from mothering her,” Jane explained.

“Any family of Jane’s is a family of ours. Welcome home sweetpea.” Margaret stood and hugged the pink haired girl.

“I can’t wait to see where this road takes you two, but I’m glad to be even just a small part of it. Here’s to you, and Eddie, and our entire crazy and dysfunctional family. But Cath?”

“Let me guess,” Catherine put a finger to her chin. “Don’t you dare hurt her?”

“Don’t you dare hurt her.” Kat’s smile disappeared, and a serious face appeared quickly before returning to a smile. “I love you two endlessly.”

“And we love you, my sweet girl.” Jane wiped a tear from her eye as she hugged her surrogate daughter.

“So Mrs. Aragon,” Catherine whispered.

“Yes dear wife of mine?”

“Nothing. I just love hearing you respond to Mrs. Aragon.”

“I love it too. I love you.” Cries rang through the house. “And, there’s our lovely baby.” Jane began to hoist herself up from the bed.

“Honey, stay here. Katherine told us she would tend to Eddie all night.” The older woman pulled her wife back down onto the bed.

“But,” the blonde began to argue.

“Listen, if he doesn’t stop crying, I’ll go. And then maybe...?”

“You’re ridiculous,” Jane tried to say sternly, but the smile on her face gave her away. “Yes, we’ll have sex.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter Mrs. Aragon!”

“Am I wrong?”

“Let’s just say, you have your wedding traditions, and I have mine.” The hispanic lightly smacked the blonde’s ass.

“Pervert.” Another cry from Eddie echoed through the house. “Go get your son. If he doesn’t calm down, just bring him to me.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Hello?”

“Cath? It’s Beale.”

“Hey. Did you-”

“There’s a lead,” the officer rushed out. “Someone saw someone who resembled him a few towns over from you.”

“Are you telling me we have to move again?”

“No. I couldn’t do that to you guys. Congratulations by the way. I would’ve come and said hello at the reception, but you two seemed so busy between your friends, parents, and that beautiful baby boy of yours.”

“Thank you,” Catherine said gratefully. “I would’ve come over, but I had my hands a bit full with Eddie.”

“That’s quite alright. Your wife-”

“My wife!” Catherine practically squealed into the phone before composing herself. “Sorry. I just really love that I can say ‘my wife’ and it’s Jane.”

“That’s quite alright. I used to feel the same way about my wife before she passed.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s quite alright. Jane came over and spoke with me briefly. She was so excited that day, and it was so good to see you two happy. Anyway,” Officer Beale stumbled over his words a bit. “I’m still in the area because of the sighting. I imagine he’s going to check out the big cities first, so I’ll be around there. However, if I’m wrong, I suggest that if you and Jane don’t already have one, buy a gun and learn how to use it. I honestly can’t believe I’ve not told you this already.”

“We’ll do that right away. If we take lessons though, we-”

“If one of your friends can't, I would be more than happy to watch Eddie. He’d be safest with me. Just let me know, and I can always come down.” The officer secretly hoped he would get to watch the young boy.

“I appreciate that sir. Once all of this is done, we’ll have to invite you over for dinner as a thank you. Jane’s a great cook.”

“When all of this is sorted out, that would be nice. I’ll keep that in mind.”

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[janeyseymour]

Escape- pt 8

pt 1. pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt 5. pt 6. pt 7. 

Jane Seymour has stayed with Henry long enough. Cue Catherine of Aragon and the rest of the girls to save her.

Jane finds herself in a situation that is going to affect the whole household.

A month later, Henry was still nowhere to be found. Everywhere he went, he was unrecognized. The case still hadn’t made it out of the state, so anywhere he traveled out of state was safe for him. At this point, Henry had lived out of several motels and hadn’t been caught or suspected in any way. One day though, he was watching the news and saw his face appear on the television.

“Mr. Henry Tudor is now on the loose after chasing his ex-fiancee from her hometown. Miss Jane Seymour is at an unannounced residence for protection. If you have any information on this-” Henry’s fist collided with the screen and shattered it. “Fucking bitch!” He shrieked in anger and pain.

“Thomas, determined to find Jane and save her, had begun searching for her on his own. After she so abruptly hung up on him, he had to make sure she was okay. It hadn’t crossed his mind that it seemed suspicious that he was asking her where she was, considering he was best friends with the man she was running from.

“Yeah, Henry really fucked this up big time. She’s finally going to be mine,” he laughed to himself spitefully.

Meanwhile, Jane and Catherine fell into a routine with the other women. Everyday, Jane would wake up at seven and make breakfast despite the other’s protests.

“Jane, you really don’t have to wake up to make us all breakfast before work.”

“I’m always up this early anyway,” she would insist. “And I like cooking. It’s really no trouble.” The other women knew it was Jane’s way of contributing since she couldn’t exactly get a job considering she was in hiding.

On this day, Jane was awake at seven, as per usual, but a sudden wave of nausea hit her. She swallowed it and made her way down to the kitchen. The pungent smell of the eggs she was cooking was becoming too much for her. Gagging, she ran to the bathroom, pounding on Cathy’s door in the process.

“Eggs on burner,” she choked out before running into the bathroom and barely making it to the toilet before emptying the contents in her stomach.

“Catherine?” Cathy knocked on the bedroom door that the two women shared.

“Hmm?” She sighed sleepily.

“Jane’s puking in the bathroom. Do you want to handle that or the eggs she was cooking?” Catherine bolted out of bed and ran to the bathroom faster than her cousin had ever seen her move.

“Jane?” She pushed the door open. “Are you okay?” She sat down next to the blonde and rubbed her back soothingly.

“Mhmm,” Jane moaned. “Just a little sick is all. Why don’t you start getting ready for work? I’ll be out by the time you need in.”

“That’s definitely not what I was worried about,” Catherine snorted. “Seriously, if you need someone to look after you, I can call out.”

“Whoever is in the bathroom, I need to get in there! Hurry up!” Anne’s shrill voice could be heard on the other side of the door.

“Not now Anne,” Catherine huffed.

“We’ll be out in a few minutes,” Jane called weakly.

“You two are in there together? Is it sexy ti-”

“Now is not the time Anne.”

“Are you two okay?” Kat’s voice was small and timid, but the amount of care that was conveyed was what mattered.

“She’s just a little sick is all.”

“I can go and get some crackers and ginger ale if you want them Jane?”

“That would be really nice Kat. Thank you honey.”

“Are you going to be okay if I go to work today?”

“I’m sure I’ll be just fine Lina. Go get ready for work.”

Catherine sighed, “If you’re sure.” As she passed Kat in the hallway, the two briefly conversed.

“Are you-”

“I’m off of work every Friday Cath. I’ll make sure she’s okay.”

“Thank you Kat. I appreciate it.”

“Anything for Jane.” The pink haired woman knocked on the bathroom door and poured a cup of mouthwash.

“Here. You might want this.” She handed the cup to the blonde who took it gratefully.

“If you have things you need to do Kat, I’ll be alright by myself. Henry never really took care of me when I was sick.”

“I have off work every Friday. I can make sure you’re taken care of. Well, if you want.”

“I don’t think I’d mind the company.” The two settled on the couch, and Jane quickly drifted back to sleep.

Hours later, Jane was still asleep.

“Hey I’m on my lunch break. Thought I’d stop by and see how Seymour’s doing.” Anna plopped herself on the couch next to the pink and blonde haired women.

“Dude, other than when her head’s in the toilet, she’s been dead asleep.”

Anna felt Jane’s forehead. “She’s not running a fever or anything. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s pregnant. No fever, she’s been exhausted for a while now, add throwing up to the mix.” Kat looked at her in confusion. “Morning sickness?” Anna tried.

“Oh. Maybe.” Kat mulled over the possibility. Jane shot up quickly and bolted to the bathroom. Katherine followed behind quickly and held the blonde hair up to avoid getting vomit in her hair.

Sunday came around when something occurred to Jane. She was a week late.

“Catalina? I’m going to the store. Do you need anything?”

“I’ll just go with you,” the older woman yelled as she grabbed their coats. Helping Jane into her jacket, she questioned what her friend needed. Jane avoided the question and opened the door.

“Shit!” Jane cried. “What the hell?”

“Jane?” Catherine called from outside the bathroom stall at the grocery store. “Are you okay?”

“Just shut up!” the blonde screamed. “Just go! I’ll find my way home!” She stared at the three sticks in her hand, a plus sign on all of them. She pushed open the stall door and went straight past her friend. “I’m pregnant,” she huffed, already out of the bathroom. Catherine was shocked. She didn’t make a move.

“Get it together woman,” she sighed, shaking her head and chasing after Jane, who chose to ignore her. The two had reached their newly shared car when she finally spoke.

“Jane, what are you talking about? You’re pregnant?”

“Yes,” she shot daggers at her friend with her eyes. “Now let me in the car before I decide to walk home by myself.” Catherine quickly unlocked the car door.

The newly pregnant woman called the local doctor’s office and was able to make an appointment tomorrow for a blood test. She called her mother.

“Mom, I took three tests. I’m pregnant... Well I’m pretty sure three tests aren’t all going to come up as false positives! I know Mom, I’m keeping it... Yes, I was able to be squeezed in for an appointment tomorrow.... Okay, I love you too, bye.” She looked down at her hands when she hung up.

“So I’m pregnant.”

“It seems that way,” Catherine muttered, not quite sure what to say.

“Because as usual, I fucked up and-”

“No,” the hispanic tried to assure her. “You didn’t, but we do have to figure out what you’re going to do now.”

“Well I’m really not sure.”

“You said you’re keeping it right?” Jane nodded.

“Well we have that figured out, so it’s a step in the right direction.”

“I guess you’re right. But this makes everything so much harder now. I’ll have to tell Beale eventually too.”

“Just when things were starting to get easier,” Catherine mumbled to herself as she drove out of the parking lot.

“John!” Margaret yelled. “Janey called.”

“Oh yeah?” He made his way to his wife.

“She’s pregnant.” Betty’s eyes filled with tears of sorrow. She had always thought the day her daughter would come home announcing she was pregnant it would be a joyous occasion. That wasn’t the case. Her daughter was impregnated by a monster.

“Shit. It’s Henry’s?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, it can’t be Cath’s if that’s what you’re getting at.” Margaret cracked a smile.

“Hey, you-”

“John!” Margaret stopped him. “Speaking of those two: they never got together. I think after ten years, I won the bet. Pay up.” She simply placed her hand out.

“You always know how to lighten the mood, but just you wait,” he chuckled. “Just you wait.” John took his wife’s hand and kissed it.

The two friends were sitting in their bedroom when Jane broke down.

“Beale said we need to lay low and stay put. How the fuck am I supposed to do this? I’m putting so many people in danger by staying here. Am I doing the right thing? Should I just go back?”

“No way in hell am I letting you go back to that,” Catherine stated firmly.

“Jane, don’t lose your head. You’re staying with us. We’re all here for you.” Anne spoke up from the doorway where the other girls had been standing for quite some time now.

“Are you ready to be here for a baby too?”

“What?”

“I’m pregnant,” Jane said flatly.

“We’re going to love you through it. Dinner’s ready by the way.” Anna spoke up.

“How is this baby supposed to grow up without a father?” Jane began to panic. She hadn’t even thought of that until right then.

“Your baby doesn’t need Henry. It has you,” Cathy tried. “And us,” Kat spoke up.

“All your baby needs is us six. That’s more than enough love than Henry could ever give,” Cathy affirmed before turning on her heel and making her way back to the kitchen quickly. She returned with miraculously balancing six plates of dinner for the group.

All of the girls stayed with Jane and Catherine that night, knowing Jane was going to need all the support she could get that night. Jane fell asleep sandwiched in between Kat, who was becoming more and more like her surrogate daughter despite the fact that she was only a few years older than the pink haired woman, and Catherine, the woman she knew she should’ve ended up with.

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