#That shame band is almost at your knuckle man. Seriously what are you doing you dipshit?

[allycat75]

"My Nazi dumb dumb wifey is from Portugal!!!! She also looks like she is 16 and this manipulation has aged me like 10 years, so it makes me look very... debonair, professorial and dare I say, European.

What was that, you have to speak up- it is hard for me to hear with my head shoved deep in my own ass most of the time. Why yes, I do seem "weepy" when I am with the talentless, entitled little fatshamer."

See also, Masshole.

Oh and just a reminder, dumb fuck, the below will still be true once the inevitable "divorce" announcement is made. That is, unless you get some courage and your balls back from CAA and tell the whole, sorted, awkward, ridiculous, compromising truth:

[writeroutoftime]

undercover feelings

pairing: jack thompson x reader (requested by: @rubesque)

summary: you and jack don't like each other in the slightest. but when an undercover mission throws the two of you together, what will become of your relationship? (aka - undercover enemies to lovers)

warnings: minor violence

words: 3.4k (not even sorry)

a/n: let me just start by saying, I know my action sequences aren’t the best, but I'm trying to get better. that said, I absolutely adored writing this story, and I hope everyone enjoys it! a lot of thought went into it, so please please let me know what you think!

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As you strode towards Chief Dooley’s office, you noticed Jack coming up behind you out of the corner of your eye. Rolling your shoulders back, you tried to ignore his presence even as he was merely steps behind you, almost purposefully trying to catch the back of your heel. Right as you raised your hand to wrap your knuckles against the Chief’s office door, you let out a frustrated sigh.

“Is there something I can help you with?” you spit out, spinning around to face Jack, wishing you could wipe that smug smirk off his face.

“Never in a thousand years, y/l/n. It seems you’re in my way.” he said, trying to step around you and knock on the door himself.

Rolling your eyes, you blocked the door with your body. “Look, I know you think your daily suck-up sessions with the Chief will get you a promotion, but I was personally asked by Chief Dooley to meet with him, so move along.” you told Jack proudly, ready to see his anger bubble over.

To your surprise, Jack’s grin simply widened as he leaned in. “Me too, sweetheart.” he whispered, leaving you speechless, and pushing past you to knock on the door.

Collecting yourself, you quickly entered the office first, standing in front of the Chief’s desk with your hands behind your back. Every so often, your eyes flitted over to Jack, wondering what the Chief could possibly want with the both of you. It was no secret to any agent in the SSR that you and Jack had a strained relationship to say the least. From your first day, Jack had mistaken you as a secretary, thus beginning a long hate-hate relationship. Even to this day, Jack was one of the most pig-headed men you had the displeasure of knowing.

“Alright, I’ll get straight to the point. I’m sending the two of you on an undercover mission to retrieve sensitive, government information.” Chief Dooley explained. “The most opportune time to retrieve it will be during the American Gala in Washington D.C. hosted by a Mr. Mark Williams. The two of you will pose as husband and wife –“

“That’s a real funny joke, Chief.” Jack interrupted, looking shocked at the prospect of going undercover with you.

“Oh, please, Thompson. You’d be lucky if you could ever convince me to marry you.” you shot back.

“I’d rather go undercover as husband and wife with Krzeminski.”

Before you could move to smack Jack’s arm or throw another insult his way, Chief Dooley stood up, slamming his hands on his desk. “Enough! It’s like dealing with a couple of damn toddlers.” he scolded, instantly causing a wave of shame to wash over you and Jack. “Now, can the two of you act like the federal agents you are, or do I need to find two other agents?” he asked, staring both of you down.

“No, sir.” you mumbled, hearing a similar sentiment leave Jack’s lips.

There was a moment of awkward silence before Chief Dooley sat back down. “Now, as I was saying. The two of you are scheduled to leave in two days, and here are files with all you need to know on the target and your responsibilities.” he continued.

The moment you were dismissed, you stormed out of the Chief’s office and made your way back to your desk. Picking up the nearest piece of paperwork, you stared at the words for a moment before shoving it to the side, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Everything all right?” Peggy asked, coming up behind you and setting a mug of coffee down on your desk.

“Chief Dooley is sending me on an undercover mission – with Thompson.” you explained, running your hands down your face.

Peggy looked amused by your so-called bad news and shook her head at your oblivious nature. “Perhaps, it will give you the opportunity to recognize your feelings for Agent Thompson.” she suggested casually.

“Feelings?” you nearly shrieked. “The only feeling I have for Agent Thompson is the feeling of dread every time I see him.” you argued.

“If you say so, dear.” Peggy placated as she walked away.

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The entire plane ride to D.C. was filled with tense silence as you poured over the case file the entire time. The only noise that came from Jack was the tapping of his foot against the floor and his pen against the table.

“Do you have to do that?” you finally snapped, reaching forward to snatch the pen out of his hand.

Holding his up in mock surrender, Jack chuckled. “Woah, sweetheart, you might want to be a bit nicer considering we are married and all.” he teased.

“Listen,” you started, voice low and serious. “I know that you joke around and don’t always take everything seriously, but this mission is important to me. You have no idea how hard it is working in that office as a woman, and this mission is my chance to prove myself. I will not have it be ruined by the likes of you.”

For once, Jack had no quick remark to offer, instead he was simply stunned by your speech. Silently admitting defeat, Jack conceded to your wishes. “Alright, I’m sorry, y/l/n.”

You were slightly taken aback by how easy that had been. Perhaps you didn’t give Jack enough credit. “Thank you.” you responded, turning back to your files.

The rest of the flight followed in relative silence, Jack or you only speaking when you had questions or needed clarification from the files. It didn’t pass your mind the subtle looks Jack threw your way, but you ignored them, focused on the task at hand. If he had something to say, he could say it. However, the moment the plane landed, you were whisked away to your separate hotel rooms to prepare for the gala, watching Jack walk away.

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It was only when Jack heard the clack of your heels against the marble stairs that he turned around and froze, watching your descent. The y/f/c dress you had donned flattered your figure in every sense, and Jack swore you were an angel in that moment. He suddenly felt aware of the way his breath had quickened, and the way his hands shook the tiniest bit from the nerves. So lost in his own mind, Jack didn’t even notice he had yet to take his eyes off of you.

“Is there something on me?” you asked, suddenly feeling very bashful from Jack’s gaze.

“No, no it’s just – uh – I mean,” Jack stuttered, running a hand through his perfectly gelled hair. “you clean up nice, y/l/n.”

“Not too bad yourself there either, Thompson.” you teased, flashing Jack a dazzling smile.

It was true that Jack looked absolutely dashing in his suit, making your knees just a bit week as you had walked down to meet him. His compliment sent a flutter through your chest, and you were brought back to Peggy’s comment about feelings. Perhaps, deep down, all the back-and-forth bickering had simply been a disguise for something else. But you couldn’t let yourself think about that now, not when you had a mission to complete.

Right as you were about to walk into the ballroom, Jack grabbed your wrist gently, stopping you in your tracks. Before you could question his action, he held up his hand and wiggled his finger, a metal band gleaming in the low light. “Now what kind of husband would I be if didn’t give you a ring?” he asked before pulling a small box out of his jacket pocket and producing a beautiful, sparkling engagement ring.

Carefully, Jack lifted your left hand and slid the cool metal over your ring finger until the diamond rested perfectly against your skin. It was difficult to fight the spark of energy when Jack grabbed your hand and the way he gently rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand.

“There.” he whispered, staring into your y/e/c eyes, a soft smile replacing that smirk that typically resided on his lips.

The two of you stood in the foyer for a moment, lost in the other’s gaze until other couples around you laughed and chatted on their way into the ballroom, breaking the spell. Ever the gentleman, Jack offered his arm, which you accepted, leading you both into the belly of the beast. Walking into said ballroom was breathtaking, the entire room being decorated from floor to ceiling with gold accents; however, you forced yourself to stay focused on the mission at hand.

A quick scan of the room showed you multiple entry/exit points, as well as a good estimate of the security posted throughout the room. Beside you, Jack was doing the same before his eyes widened slightly. Following his line of sight, you noticed your target for the evening, Mark Williams, surrounded by a group of people. While your first instinct was to go straight to the source, you knew that would raise alarms and potentially jeopardize the mission.

“Care for a dance?” Jack asked, having the same idea as you when he noticed Williams leading his wife to the dance floor.

Wordlessly, you allowed Jack to lead you towards the dance floor where he rested a warm, gentle hand on the small of your back while his other hand intertwined with your fingers. A small gasp left your lips from the proximity between you and Jack, and it was difficult to not become intoxicated by his cologne. For a moment, you allowed yourself to admire Jack’s strong jaw, piercing eyes, and the few hairs that had fallen out of place under the golden light the room provided.

The music began to pick up, and you let out a surprised cry of delight as Jack spun you around the floor, selling every bit of the perfectly happy couple. After one such spin, Jack brought you closer and whispered that you had caught the attention of Williams. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw the man staring in your direction.

“Trust me.” you told Jack under your breath before you took the lead and danced the two of you straight into your target. “Oh golly, I am so sorry, sir.” you apologized, feigning innocence. “I’m such a clutz, I don’t know why you bring me to these events, dear.” you said, aiming the second half of your sentence to Jack.

“Lord knows why, sweetie.” Jack responded, quickly catching onto your act. “Sorry again, sir. My wife said it herself – she can be a real clutz.”

Mark Williams flashed a quick smirk, looking your body up and down, seemingly sizing the two of you up. “No harm done, pretty lady. I’m Mark Williams. Mind making it up to me with a dance? That is, if your husband doesn’t mind.” he asked, though both you and Jack knew it was more a command.

“It’s the least I can do.” you giggled, accepting Williams’ hand, and letting him pull you away from Jack just like you thought he would.

Immediately, the band in the corner struck up a slower tune, and Williams placed a hand on your waist and began to awkwardly sway off beat. Unlike Jack’s soft, warm hands, this felt cold and unforgiving, and you forced yourself to swallow back the nausea.

“So, you must be used to all the glamor of these events, huh? Being a powerful man and whatnot.” you flirted, batting your eyelashes to help sell your act.

“You could say that, though they get pretty boring after a while. But having someone like you here helps to pass the time.” Williams said, slipping his hand further down your back.

Humming in response, you used the distraction to subtly reach your hand into Williams’ jacket pocket where you silently cheered when your hand touched a key – which you assumed unlocked his office. Carefully, you slipped it into your own pocket before squeezing William’s bicep with a smile to keep his suspicions down. Before he could slip his hand down any further, you pushed back gently and flashed an apologetic smile.

“Excuse me for a moment.” you purred, slipping away to the nearest hallway, keeping an eye out for Jack. Suddenly, an arm shot out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you further down the hallway. You nearly let out a shout of surprise before you saw that it was Jack.

“Are you done flirting or what?” he hissed, eyes narrowed, and chest puffed out.

Rolling your eyes, you flashed him the key you had slipped into the pocket of your dress. “Didn’t take you for the jealous type, Thompson.” you teased, scanning the doors for Williams’ office.

Once you reached the door, you quickly unlocked his office and ushered Jack in, quietly closing the door behind you and locking it. The office itself was spotless, leaving you no clue as to where the files could be hidden. Wordlessly, you and Jack split up, searching through every nook and cranny in order to complete your mission.

It wasn’t long before a soft “found it” came from Jack’s side of the room. Rushing over, you peered at the document in front of him to confirm that it was the correct document. Joy filled your body when you saw that your mission was a success.

Placing a hand on Jack’s bicep, you beamed at him. “Jack this is amazing, we did it!” you celebrated.

Jack let out a small chuckle, enjoying the way you were so excited. He glanced down at your hand on his arm, then back towards you where he locked his eyes with yours. Some unknown force took over you, causing the two of you to lean in towards each other, lips inching closer. Just as you could feel his warm breath on your face and almost touch his lips, loud rattling and banging came from the two, pulling the two of you apart instantly.

“Williams.” you both whispered, looking for a way out.

An open window caught your eye, and you ripped the file out of Jack’s hand as you pushed him towards said window. “Go, or neither of us are going to make it out of here.” you said through clenched teeth.

Jack hesitated a moment before he ran to climb out of the window, instantly turning around to offer you a helping hand. Right as you jumped out, the office door burst open, and Williams appeared with a half dozen bodyguards. He caught a flash of your dress and noticed the torn apart file cabinet, quickly putting two and two together.

“Shit! Get those two, dead or alive, and bring me back that file!” he shouted, pointing in the direction of your escape

It wasn’t long before bullets whizzed past your head as you and Jack ran through the garden towards the getaway car. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, minimizing the dull ache on the side of your arm you eventually felt. All you could think about was getting yourself and Jack out of there in one piece.

The moment the car came into view, you pushed yourself further and faster, sliding into the passenger seat as Jack started the engine and drove off with a squeal. There were still bullets that banged against the car, but once Jack stepped on the gas and swerved off the beaten road, you finally allowed yourself a breath of relief.

“Please tell me after all that, you still have the damn file.” Jack said, glancing to his side at your crumpled figure.

Slamming a, albeit slightly bent, manilla file folder onto the dashboard, you let out a dry chuckle. “You’re welcome. Maybe, for once, Thompson, you can just admit that I actually know what I’m – shit!” you suddenly groaned, clutching the side of your arm, and pulling away to reveal red, sticky fingers.

Jack looked over once more at your groan of pain and slammed on the breaks the moment he saw blood. “You got shot?” he all but shouted, turning your body so he could see where a bullet had lodged itself into the side of your arm.

“Thank you, Sherlock.” you breathed out, squeezing your eyes shut as Jack poked and prodded the area. “You’re gonna need to dig it out.” you told him after he continued to sit in silence.

“I know!” Jack snapped, before sighing upon seeing your reaction and approaching the situation softer. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.” he said before stepping out of the car and grabbing the first aid box from the trunk.

Jack quickly opened the passenger side of the door and knelt down so he could reach your wound. “This is gonna sting.” Jack whispered before he began to clean the wound with some of the alcohol from the kit, wincing along with you.

Jack felt his heart clench as you gripped his shoulder in pain, biting your lip. It became even worse when he started to remove the bullet from your arm, though there was nothing that he could do. There was silence between you and Jack, leaving Jack to his own devices. Seeing the blood on your hands and having to dig a bullet out of you made Jack feel as though he had been the one to be shot. In fact, he wished he had been to avoid you going through this pain.

“Got it.” Jack finally announced, throwing the bullet to the side and wrapping your arm in gauze.

“Thank you.” you said, letting out one more hiss of pain.

Instead of responding, Jack let his hand linger on your arm as he poured over every inch of your body, trying to determine if you had been injured anywhere else. There was such an intensity in his eyes that you couldn’t believe this was the same man you bickered with on an almost hourly basis. It had to be some kind of trick your eyes were playing on you from the pain.

“There you go, you’ll be alright.” Jack reassured you, tying the final strip of bandage around your arm, his hands lingered gently. “I gotta say, you really know how to give a fella a heart attack, y/n.”

“Oh please, I’m sure you would’ve forgotten all about me and reveled in all the attention you’d receive from the Chief.” you shot back, deflecting any emotions that could make you look weak and vulnerable.

Jack’s face morphed into one of hurt, and you felt guilty at the way his titled head and soft eyes made him look like a lost puppy. “Is that what you really think of me? That I wouldn’t care if you didn’t make it out of this mission?”

“You don’t like me, Jack. And I don’t like you. That’s how we’ve always operated, what else could I have possibly interpreted from that?” you argued, frustrated that he seemed to be dragging this conversation on.

“That’s not true, and you know it, y/n.” Jack countered, taking both of your hands in his grasp. “Both of us know deep down that this enemies act is self-defense, but I know that after tonight, I can’t pretend anymore. And I’m pretty sure you don’t want to either.”

For the second time that night, Jack cupped your cheeks in his hand, and leaned in. His lips hovered over yours for just a moment, giving you the chance to change your mind, but you launched yourself forward and finally kissed Jack Thompson. The kiss was sweet, but passionate, years of pent-up feelings bubbling over the surface. Jack pulled you close to his body while your fingers played with the hair and the nape of his neck. You had never allowed yourself to imagine this moment, but in that moment you knew you could get used to be kissed by Jack for the rest of your life.

Eventually, the two of you pulled away, foreheads leaning against each other, and your breath the only thing that could be heard in the night air. Jack’s thumb brushed against your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, now unable to reject his touch.

“Wow,” you breathed out. “maybe we should bottle our feelings like that again.” you teased.

“No, I don’t want to not be able to kiss you again.” Jack whispered, before he pulled you back in for another kiss, grateful you were safe in his arms, giving him the rest of his life to spend with you, and making Peggy five dollars richer.

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tagging: @sarcasm-n-insomnia @bde-break-down-energy

[cognito-ergo-creo]

Engaged in Combat

The nights had turned cold, but not cold to the point of snow. Sleeping on the frozen ground was still a few weeks off at least. As it was, they lay together under the mountain of blankets they had amassed over the years against the chill. Her head was on his chest, where it belonged, and her toes were wedged firmly into the bend of his knees, where they had unfortunately come to belong. He tried often to return the favor, but she could tuck her knees up much higher to safety than he could reach. Ashei’s arms were wrapped around her middle as best they could be as she spoke at animated length about the fascinating new discovery that she had made that he understood very little about. Her enthusiasm never bored him, but she still would glance over at him to keep him engaged. It was sweet. She was sweet, deep down inside.  

The stink eye that overtook her face after a double take made him laugh hard enough to dislodge her head.

“What’s with that face?” She asked, eyes narrowed in well deserved suspicion.

“What face?” He countered. “Am I making a face?”

“Yeah, you were making a weird face.” She laughed as he ran through a series of silly faces. “Weirder than your normal face, I mean.”

“You wound me, my love!” He said, throwing a spare arm over his eyes in fake hurt. “And here I was about to wax poetic about how beautiful you are in the starlight.”

She snorted and moved to cover his mouth. He continued on totally undeterred by her attempts, instead he increased his volume each time he pulled one of her hands away until he was struck with the brilliant idea to hold her wrists in each of his hands instead of letting go when she tugged. He was content having proclaimed the radiance of her eyes to the general woods, and moved on to amusing himself by kissing each scar across the knuckles of both of her hands. It made her giggle and his heart did a flip. She would deny that she giggled to the death, so he of course took it upon himself to make herself do so at every chance. He cherished each success.

“Seriously though, that was an intense expression. What’s on your mind?”

“Hmmm,” he said between kisses, “I was wondering what you’d think of me properly courting you.”  

“I’d think it was a cruel joke!” She tugged her hands free with intent. He let her go.

“It’s not a joke.”

She sat up to look at him critically before placing a wrist to each of their foreheads, moving his hair out of the way with more of a slapping motion than was necessary. 

“Then you must have caught a fever. You’ve been following me around cross country for the past, what, five years and now you want to court me? You’ve met me, right?”

He moved her arm off his forehead as he sat up beside her, expression unreadable. “Ah. Okay. I see what you’re saying, and I agree. We should skip the courting and get straight to marriage.”

Her startled yelp of “What?!” was enough to wake the horses and the sleeping birds from several of the trees around their little campsite. She tore herself away from him fast enough to almost trip on the hem of the stolen shirt she was wearing. On him, it came to a modest almost-knee length. On her, it came close to brushing her ankles.  

Her traitorous blood rushed to her face. She was too caught off guard to even be angry. Her feet carried her to pace around the remains of the campfire. “You’re a cruel man, Garren Ashei.”

“How am I being cruel?”

“Because the two of us can’t be married! A witch and a priest cannot be married.” She spat the words out.  

He slowly moved himself out of the blankets to pace behind her around the embers of their campfire, keeping it between them. “Mm, yes. That’s true, but… you’re not a witch and I’m not a priest.”

She huffed at him as they continued their dance. “Fine, not a priest, but a member of a secret brotherhood of holy warriors with many of the same abilities as priests and several of the same restrictions. Better? You still wouldn’t be able to claim our children.”

“You’ve thought about our children?” He gasped in delight, a wolfish grin working its way across his face.  

“Of course I have!” She snapped. His grin spread wider.

“Your Order still wouldn’t approve of you having a wife.”

“They’ve disapproved of me for worse.”

They circled.

“Who would even agree to marry us?”

“I can marry us.”

“You’re not a priest! You can’t marry people!”

“I don’t want to marry people, I want to marry you.”

“You’re ridiculous!”

“Are you rejecting me?”

They stopped. They were facing each other, close enough to touch.

“Of course I’m not rejecting you!” She exclaimed without hesitation. “It’s just—don’t you have reservations?”

“I did, yeah. But the thought of spending the rest of my life with you, you mean little thing, outweighed everything I could throw at it.”

He held a hand out to her. She bit her lip. Were her hands really shaking?

“We… don’t have to be married to—to do that.”

“No, we don’t,” he agreed. “But it sounds like fun, doesn’t it?”

Her face was still flushed and her heart was pounding in her ears, excitement steadily replacing embarrassment. They shouldn’t do it. There was no point in agreeing to marry a man she’d never be able to claim in public. Then again, she’d never been good at denying herself what she wanted when it reached out to her.  

“Yes,” she said, taking his hand and stepping into him, “it does sound like fun.”  

The smile he gave her in response shamed the night sky around them. In one swift movement, he scooped her up and spun them around and around, covering her face with kisses. She returned his affections as best she could. Her face would forever be stained pink after this.  

“Let’s do it! Right now!” He said as he set her down.

“W—what?” She asked through breathless laughter. “Here? Now?”

“What, you want to try for a church wedding?”

“Well. No. But, like this?”  

She gestured to the two of them. She in her stolen shirt with the neckline trying valiantly to join the hemline around her ankles, leaving her more exposed than not. He in his breeches that were laced in the sense that the laces were physically present. They were one wrong movement from taking residence around his thighs.

“Closer to God.” They said in unison before dissolving into laughter.  

They scrambled for a few moments, making themselves more presentable and bringing the fire back to life for their private union. They’d managed to arrange their hair in the other’s typical style; he’d coiled his hair onto the top of his head in a bun while she had barely had the patience to gather her tight, thick curls into one fluffy tail. They entwined around each other under the protection of one of their newer furs, remembering to lace what needed to be laced after the first three or so words. She hadn’t doubted him, not really, but she was still quietly impressed that he could recall the words for the whole ceremony. He coached her through the parts she was supposed to say. They only fudged a few of the lines. As he was using the final prayer as one more excuse to kiss her hands, he froze.  

“Oh, shit,” he said with wide eyes from where he was half bent to her hand, “I forgot to get a ring.”

She threw back her head and laughed. “You propose to me in the middle of night, in the middle of nowhere, insist we get married immediately, and you don’t even have a ring?”

“Shut up.”

“And I thought I was the one who didn’t think things through!”

“No, shut up, shut up.” He said, removing himself from her embrace, “I have an idea, hang on.”

He grabbed his boot knife and ran off to the edge of the firelight. She couldn’t stop laughing. “Where are you going?”

“Hang on!” He said again.

She stood with a lopsided grin on her face as she snuggled the fur around her more comfortably waiting for him until he came trotting back with a springy twig of something. He had cut most of the extra leaves off of it already and was in the process of twisting it around itself to form a band. He took her hand again to check the sizing of it against her finger.

“I’ll get you something, uh, nicer the next time we pass a good enough market.”  

“Like hell you will.” She said fiercely. “It’s perfect. I’ll pick up a few things in the next town we pass through and I’ll make it last forever. Make one for yourself too.”

“Why?” He was already fashioning a second ring larger than the first. “You were right, I can’t exactly claim a wife.”

“I’ll wear both until you can wear yours.”

His heart did another little flip.  

Rings in hand, he rejoined her under the fur and they resumed their previous positions. He muttered through a few verses to recall his place, ultimately deciding that they wouldn’t need to do the whole thing over again. He recited the final prayer once again, kissing her hand as he had intended. This time, however, he slipped the ring made of wood onto her finger. She took the second ring from him and repeated the prayer back word for word, returning kiss for kiss. Unable to stop herself, she delivered a small nip to his ring finger before her final kiss and the ring.  

And so, with the stars as their witness, they were married.

[just-a-kj-blog]

I Can’t Stay Any Longer - Part 3

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Hello! I decided to repost my stories on my new blog. If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask or a pm. This was written about a year ago, so be nice heheheh

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Relationships: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky are living together after the events of Ultron and, in the midst of a nightmare, Bucky does something he truly regrets.This follows the explanation of Reader’s injuries. Now she must face the wrath of Tony and Steve…. (Y/N - your name)

Warnings: angst, injured reader, swearing, hospital scenario

Word Count: 2124

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Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5  Part 6  Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Epilogue

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I Can’t Stay Any Longer - Part 3 by just-a-kj-blog, previously nenyakj

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Previously:

Reeling from that huge load of information, I plop my head back into the bed, blowing out a breath. Closing my eyes, I can feel both of Tony and Steve’s stares on me. My body tenses as I wait for the inevitable.

“What happened?” they both ask me at the same time.

I cringe and open my eyes. This is not going to be pleasant.

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Tony stands up, holding onto the railing, furious.

“Y/n, where the hell is Bucky? I’m gonna launch him into outer orbit. I’m gonna tear his fucking arm off and beat him with it. I’m-”

“Tony. Enough,” Steve reprimands, sitting on the stool the doctor just vacated. He takes a deep breath and looks me in the eye. “What happened, Y/n?” he asks gently.

Tony twitches and paces to the floor-length windows, overlooking the city, crossing his arms, his posture tense.

Pushing the button to raise the head of the bed, I wince and try not to moan.

How the hell am I going to do this? Bucky is Steve’s best friend. Known him longer than he knows me. Will he take Bucky’s side? Will I lose the man who’s become closer than a brother to me?

I return Steve’s focused gaze, my face showing the heartbreak of remembering everything that’s happened.

“Bucky… had a nightmare,” I start.

“Bullshit. That is not the result of a fucking nightmare!!” Tony shouts, turning and pointing at my bruised chest.

“Let me finish, Tony!” I snipe back.

Tony drops his hand, jaw twitching, brown eyes sparking fire, and turns back to the window.

“He had a nightmare. It must have been pretty damn awful because he smacked me with his prosthetic. Right across the face. Gave me this.” I point to the bandaged wound on my mouth.

Steve takes a deep breath and nods for me to continue, his face in a forced calm expression.

“He… he went into Winter Soldier mode-”

“What?!” Tony turns sharply and stares at me, horrified.

“Y/n, what happened?” Steve almost begs, gesturing for Tony to be quiet.

“He just stood there, in Soldier mode. As soon as I said his name, he snapped out of it,” I assure them. They both relax a smidgen, waiting for me to continue.

“He freaked out. Got the medical kit and cleaned my face, put the band-aids on,” I say as I stare at the wall. “Then… he just…. shut down. Curled into himself.” My heart breaks all over again, remembering the wave of guilt I felt at seeing him like that, on the edge of my bed, face in hands. I look down at my hands, curling my fingers into the blankets.

“I don’t know what happened. He became horrified at himself. Angry at me for sleeping next to a …a killer.” I can see Steve tense up hard at that. “He then said I was just going to leave him anyways,” I whisper, tears forming again. “That I never stay with the same man for too long. Just like with Josh.” I glance up at Steve, shame contorting my features.

Steve’s face looks pained. He didn’t know how controlling and manipulative Josh was towards me, how he only dated me to get in with the Avengers. But I think he feels guilty for telling Bucky about him now.

He looks up at Tony, who’s far too angry to say anything at this point. Tony’s arms are folded tight across his chest, his eyes sharp and focused on me.

“He started packing his things, saying he might as well get out of my way before the next… fuck boy comes along,” I burst into tears, burying my face in my hands. Steve makes a sad sound and wraps his huge arms around my shoulders. I can feel how tense he is, and think it’s sweet that he’s comforting me while he probably wants to throw a chair out the window.

After a moment, I pull away from Steve, wiping my face with my hands. Steve rubs his hands up and down my upper arms gently in a soothing manner. I focus on my lap as I continue, knowing that it will be better just to get it all out.

“I begged him to stop. That he was only saying it to push me away, that it wouldn’t work.” I adjust myself in the bed, subconsciously placing my hand over the finger-shaped bruises on my chest. “I reached out for him, but… he pushed me. Pushed me so hard I flew back over the bed. Whacked my arm on the headboard.” I glance down at my elbow, realizing the doctor forgot to mention that.

“I landed on the floor and just stared at him. He seemed to regret it for a moment,” I pause, hearing Steve’s breath hitch. “But then he said not to call him, to stay the fuck away from him.” I choke over my next words. “That he doesn’t love me anymore.” Squeezing my eyes shut, tears falling down my cheeks, I twist the blanket in my hands. “Then he just left.”

A chilled silence falls over the room, the only sounds to be heard are my tiny gasps as I try not to sob, just done with crying at this point.

Tony suddenly punches the window, causing me to jump about 5 feet in the air, gasping as I rattle my ribs. Steve and I stare at him in astonishment as he flicks his hand in the air, clearly sore, and looks back at us. My gaze travels to the baseball-sized dent in the glass and spiderweb of cracks that spread out about 4 feet in each direction.

Holy shit.

“Tony,” Steve whispers. He stands up and moves to Tony, a concerned look on his face. Tony just looks at the floor, shaking, as Steve takes his now injured hand and checks it over.

I can’t help but smile through my tears at the two of them. They’ve become brothers-in-arms, trusting each other with their lives. I was a bit worried after the whole Ultron thing, but they’ve become even closer after the dust settled.

Tony hisses in pain as Steve holds his wrist up gently, close to his face. Tony watches him, his body no longer tense, his face open and showing his vulnerable side for once. I love Tony, don’t get me wrong, but the man is the Master of masking his emotions and feelings.

“It’s not broken,” Steve says, releasing Tony’s wrist. He clears his throat and steps up to my bed, looking at the floor. His fists are shaking, his muscles in his broad shoulder taut and strained. I can tell he’s trying to control his anger and not start punching holes in the walls. Unlike Tony, he would actually make holes, maybe even punch out an orderly on the other side.

Tony sighs and steps up next to Steve, his anger seemed to have been drained away thanks to him pulling a Bruce Lee on the window.

“I’m gonna kick his ass.” Tony states, standing firm with feet apart.

“You’ll have to get in line,” Steve mumbles at the floor, swallowing loudly.

Tony scoffs and pulls out his Starkphone, turning it on with a tap of his finger to the glass screen. “FRIDAY, run the facial recognition program on Barnes-”

“Tony, no-” I start.

“Are you serious??” he barks at me, his anger returning full force. “Look at what he did to you!! You’re seriously just gonna lay here and let him get away with this??”

“What Bucky did was an accident. Yes, it’s inexcusable and he deserves to get his ass kicked, but if anyone is going to do that, it should be me!!” I argue back.

“You… he’s a super soldier!! You’ll get yourself killed going after him!!” Tony gestures to me.

“I don’t plan on going after him, Tony!! At least not now, I mean look at me!!” I cry, pressing a hand on my stomach.

Tony sobers up at that. Lowering his phone, he sighs and puts it back in his pocket.

Steve wipes his face with his hands and walks to the window.

Oh no. This is it. What is he going to say? Is he going to reprimand me like Bucky did? Am I going to lose him too?

“We need to find him. Bring him in. It’s not good to leave him in this condition on his own,” he says, his jaw clenched as he watches the city. The Captain is back, thinking of his Sergeant.

“That’s what I was doing,” Tony snarks, turning to look at Steve.

Steve crosses his arms and turns to look at me, his facial features firm and controlled.

“Y/n, we need to find him. Before Natasha or Clint do.”

“Wait, what??” I sit up more, my heart pounding.

Nat and I are sisters. Not blood related, but I love her just as much as one. Clint thinks of me as his daughter, always has. I adore him and his wife and kids, and call them my siblings. Holy shit, if they knew about this, Bucky’s as good as dead.

“They were crashing at the tower when I got your call; were packing up for a mission.” Tony turns and looks down at my chest, eyebrows furrowed. “Tasha is the one that got you breathing again,” he whispers, his face haunted.

I stopped breathing. Oh my god, they must have been terrified.

Taking Tony’s hand in mine, I raise it to my lips, kissing the raw knuckles, and rub my cheek against the back of it.

I think the stress, lack of sleep, and watching another person he loves almost die finally cracks Tony’s hard exterior and he pulls me tight to his chest, burying his face in my neck, his sobbing muffled.

Steve’s arms drop in shock as I look up at him, just as surprised as he is. He hurries forward and wraps the three of us up in his strong arms. I engulf Tony in mine, ignoring the pain in my chest, kissing his temple.

I’m not sure how long we stay here like this. Tony’s body relaxes little by little. Warm teardrops splash onto my shoulder as he takes a shaky breath and exhales.

“Thank you for coming, Tones,” I whisper in his ear. “Thank you for saving my life.”

“Just promise me next time it’ll be for an actual booty call,” Tony mumbles.

Steve sputters indignantly and I burst into peals of laughter, which quickly turns to coughing. They both release me quickly just as Xiomara knocks and enters with my ice chips and a big plastic jug of ice water.

She fusses over me, making sure I’m comfortable and have enough pillows and blankets. She hands me a menu for dinner, pointing out that I can only order from the starred items. Blech, bland dinner indeed.

“Oh, Xiomara, I think Dr. Sanders forgot to mention my arm?” I ask, all nestled into the bed, Steve and Tony sitting on the huge pull out sofa, both of them texting on their phone with serious expressions. I hope they’re texting Nat and Clint.

“Oh, yes, of course, sorry about that. They sewed you up just fine, querida. You have 30 stitches,” she winces at me as my eyebrows raise. “I know, it’s a lot. Those will come out in about a week, along with the ones on your chest, mi amor. You can come back here or make an appointment with your regular doctor, whatever you’re comfortable with,” she smiles gently at me. After typing in some notes on the computer, she bids us farewell and leaves quietly out the door, closing it behind her.

“Did you get in contact with them?” I ask as soon as the door shuts.

“Yes, they’re on their way now,” Steve responds, not looking up from his phone.

“Tony?” I ask, worried about what he’s been typing.

“Pepper knows to keep a look out for him at the tower,” he answers, not looking up either.

I plop my head back onto the multiple pillows, feeling drained. Xiomara had given me a shot of Oxycodone just now and I can feel it starting to take effect. Warmth spreads throughout my body, erasing the pain and making my eyelids feel heavy. I can hear fabric rustle near me as the lights turn off overhead.

“Sleep, Y/n. We’ll be here when you wake up.” Steve brushes my hair back as Tony presses the button to unfold the bed back to 180 degrees, tucking the blankets around me as I slip into a deep sleep.

To be continued…

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[im-abanana]

-The Demon and The Angel- ch.3

I was inspired, I dunno, don’t even mind me and my author block. Here’s another Fluff/Domestic Bendy x Alice One-Shot.

Summary: If you’re a dancer, pulling a muscle can be the worst thing ever.

AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12736851/chapters/29507064

-Muscle-

“What? Com’on! It was just an innocent accident Joey, for God’s sake!” Charley kept saying for an entire hour in front of his angry boss, the cartoon’s deep and irritated voice echoing in the empty corridors as his old fellows Barley and Edgar nodded silently without saying a word, to prove their leader’s point. “We didn’t mean to push Bendy against the corner of that chair, but he started the fight! It happens, the fault isn’t ours this time.”. “It’s not true, you did that on purpose! Liars! Mobsters!” Bendy yelled back with a cracked and pissed voice, holding his aching spine with both hands and dropping heavily on his sofa, a sad and desperate pout painted on his round face. “My poor back… assholes.” he concluded, groaning. “Wanker.” the three antagonists replied spitefully, frowning deeply and cracking their knuckles, aggressive. “You want some more, sissy?”. “Stop it, I’ve had enough!” Joey snapped all of the sudden and punched the study table to shut them up, evidently tired of all that screaming and bickering between those four, taking his final decision and huffing. His creations jumped in fear and closed their mouths as they heard the unexpected thud, sitting down and listening to their dad’s scold closely. “Alright guys, first of all I don't care who started the fight, or why it happened in the first place. You all are guilty, and this means that you all are grounded for two weeks.”. At that exact moment, hearing the previous noise and the complaints that followed Joey’s last phrase, the wooden door behind the group’s shoulders swung open and a very confused Alice peeked through it. “What’s happening here? Henry just told me that- oh.” she mumbled and then smirked, spotting The Butcher Gang standing next to Bendy, the little demon pathetically laid on the reddish couch with a contorted expression. “Henry wasn’t lying then, it’s true. You idiots seriously injured each other before an important performance that, I’d like to point that out, takes place in three days. My sincerest compliments, boys.”. “Great, gang: first the demon bitch, now the wingless cunt. Where’s the pussy wolf, uh?” Barley rolled his pitch black orbs and crossed his muscular arms to his hairy chest, clearly not happy to see the fallen angel or pay attention to her sarcastic comments. “Don’t you have anything else to do, Angel? Like, I dunno, go fuck yourself for example?”. “Says the one who’s in trouble. And not really, I’d rather stay here and quietly enjoy the little show you put up for me, especially the part when Joey shames you all.” the beautiful singer of the band lifted an eyebrow with a satisfied motion, calmly sitting down next to her dancing partner and making herself comfortable. “Oh, please Joey, don’t stop reminding them how stupid and irresponsible they are just because I’m here. Don’t mind me, I beg you.”.

“Alice, not you too, please. This is not a joke, and I need your help.” their annoyed creator sank his head between his fingers, groaning out his frustration and explaining his worst worries to the tall girl, to his only beloved daughter, who was definitely the most mature of the toons: “Bendy probably twisted a muscle in his back, and if he can’t dance or even stand in three days max, we’ll be ruined. We should give the money for the tickets back and apologize to the parents, and I don’t want to do that; I know it’s late and you’re tired, I know that you two don’t get along so well, but I’m kindly asking you to prepare him some herb tea and send him to bed. I’ll deal with those three in the meantime.” the man angrily declared, shooting an icy glare to The Butcher Gang. “I hope you understand.”. “I do understand, don’t worry. I can’t say I’m happy about this job, but I’ll do it anyway.” Alice immediately obeyed to her boss’ orders, sighed out and took Bendy in her thin but strong arms, ignoring his enraged protests and trying not to drop him as the demon squirmed wildly. Oh, she wished she could indeed drop and trample over him… “Goodnight, Joey. Fuck you, Charley, Barley and Edgar. See you all tomorrow morning at dawn.” she said before walking outside the busy room and closing the door behind her, heading for Bendy’s private room. “Ehy, hands off, Angel Cake! Let me go! I’m not a kid anymore, and I can walk by myself.” the short devil screamed and kicked the air like a mad horse, offended and in a bad mood because of the stinging pain. “I don’t want some stupid tea, and I won’t go to bed just because you’re ordering me to do so.”. “Honestly Bendy, I couldn’t care less about what you want or not. You don’t want my herb tea? I’ll simply shove it down your fucking throat when it’s still boiling, at least you’ll shut up and won't wake the others that way.” the fallen angel shrugged it off and placed the dancer on his own bed, making sure not to hurt him more despite the intimidating threats. “And if you don’t want to sleep, I’ll just hit your skull with my horns and knock you out for the next… let’s say twenty-four/forty-eight hours. How does it sound, my dear?”. “… on second thought babe, tea and nap sound nice. But I prefer lemon tea.”. “That can be arranged.” Alice happily agreed to those terms with a sly grin, satisfied and proud of herself, as she opened the thick door before her.

“Ehy toots, back off this second!” Bendy cried out in pure terror as his elegant jacket was quickly removed and tossed away by force, detail that made him feel terribly exposed as his naked chest brushed against the greenish blankets that covered the comfortable mattress. He tried to jump off the bed and run away despite the ache, but found that option unattainable when Alice gently sat down on his spine, her greater weight blocking the thin cartoon. “No! Don’t touch my back, you’re gonna make it worse!”. “Trust me Bendy, I know what I’m doing. I might not be a dancer like you or a doctor, but I sprained a lot of back muscles as we moved into the new studio.” Alice patiently explained and pinned the boy down without any effort, her smaller thumbs energetically pressing against his dark skin and working around and on the knot, trying to loose it and ease the pain at the same time. She also kept a close eye on the water on the stove as she eased his pain: the most incredible thing about their rooms was that they looked like small houses, provided with a bathroom, a small kitchen and even a sort of living room. Being a star surely had its advantages. “And I never complained about it, not even once. I guess I’m stronger.”. Feeling the young woman’s fingertips massaging the sore spot with such care and self-assurance forced the small demon to let out a quiet and relaxed moan, and his blurred mind barely registered what the black haired girl just said. The tension and irritation disappeared all of the sudden, and every single fiber of his previously tense body fell limp under her lovely touch. The boy asked in hilarious submission: “W-what do you mean with that, toots? Joey and Henry did all the work when we moved here… right?”. “Wrong. Do you really think they could transport and place all the boxes, stuff and furniture around all by themselves? No, not at all. Without me and Boris the process would have been much more complicated and long. We worked as a team, as the family that we are.” the horned angel explained in composed silence, putting more strength in her precise and careful movements and pressing deeper, earning another content yelp from her calm partner. That sound made her smile a little, but the slight frown carved on her slim visage showed how concentrated she internally was: Alice knew that a single imprecise touch could damage the musculature even more, so attention and composure were the key words. “You and The Butcher Gang are the lazy ones here, that’s for sure. You don’t like working or helping the creators and the crew, I get that, but at least try not to cause any trouble or get into those violent fights ever again. Now you have a sprained muscle, and that’s bad enough for a dancer, but next time you could find yourself with a broken bone or worse, a concussion.” the stunning cartoon sadly sighed out and deeply stared into his guilty eyes, severe, sweet but assertive, almost like a maternal figure. “Don’t make things more difficult for Joey and me. It’s tough enough as it is, we don’t need other problems because of your egoism.”. The last and cold sentence hit and slaughtered Bendy’s soul to its very core, forcing the demon to look away and rest his face against the soft pillows, in pure defeat and inner humiliation. “Who am I kidding? It’s true, everything she said is true.”, deep inside the star of the show knew there was a ring of truth in those words, and that hurt. It hurt like Hell. “Alice is right. We always say that we’re independent adults, but at the end we behave like brats.”.

A respectful silence filled the room as a thousand thoughts and faults invaded the devil’s mind, the only sound the fallen angel could clearly hear was the wall clock ticking, gradual and inexorable. “Are you ok, Bendy?” Alice questioned when she counted at least five hundred ticks, tilting her neck and watching her co-worker with puzzled eyes; that kind of behavior wasn’t like him, she knew that cartoon too well to fall for it. “You’re oddly silent tonight.”. The black demon snapped out of that state of trance and shook his big head with vigor, struggling to hide his worries and speak up: “I’m just… thinking.”. “About what?”. “About stuff.”. “Could you be a little more specific, pray tell?” the raven-haired girl groaned a bit and crossed her arms, interrupting the relaxing massage and waiting for him to open up and confess what was evidently torturing his conscience. “There’s something wrong with you, you wouldn’t just shut up for entire minutes. Not that I’m complaining, but you know… I’m here to listen.”. “Oh, for Satan’s sake Alice, stop it! Leave me alone!” Bendy literally boomed at that point, feeling enraged and defensive, a visible grey blush covering his cheeks as the inky blood pumped in his veins. “Why do you care so much?”. Blinking a couple of times in confusion and disorientation, Alice replied to that nasty question with spontaneity and slight rage, standing up and yelling her answer right in his face: “Because I care about you!”. Boom, crash and burn. “Well, I do not… I…” the little demon opened his mouth and pointed an accusing finger at Alice, ready to shout back without even thinking, to insult the singer or at least preserve his dignity, but he immediately perceived his own artificial heart sink deeply in the middle of his chest and his throat dry up, like a river during a hot summer day. But worst, he felt shit about himself; everytime something went horribly wrong, someone scolded him for something he did, or even when he fucked things up, Bendy always found a way to blame someone else for his mistakes. The Butcher Gang? No, the pride was probably his worst enemy. “I’m sorry, Alice. I was unfair to you while you only wanted to help me.” Bendy whispered sadly as he realized how much of a dick he had been, staring at his knees and nervously playing with his moving and pointy tail, avoiding eye contact. “I’ll try to do better.”. “No, don’t try to do better.” the fallen angel wisely declared and forcefully grabbed both sides of his round head, turning it and literally forcing her amazed co-worker to stare into her serious pitch black irises. “You have to do better. You can do better than this, than fighting all day and cause trouble. You’re the protagonist, our leader, and we all look up to you.” she forced a tiny smile and gently caressed his left cheek as her delicate traits appeared sweeter, more sympathetic. “We all count on you, Bendy. Don’t let us down, please. I believe in you.”. We count on you, Bendy. Don’t let us down, please. I believe in you.

“Well… it’s pretty late, here’s the lemon tea you requested, big baby. Drink it before it gets too cold.” Alice smirked smugly and offered a white, piping cup to the demon, helping him up and covering his tired form with scented sheets and thick blankets, making sure he was warm and comfortable enough for the entire night. “Try to get some rest and don’t move around too much, your muscles need a break. A long break.” the fallen angel laughed mercilessly and ignored his still reflecting expression, scratching her nape and stirring as she was done preparing her injured partner’s refined bed. “If you need something or if you’re simply bored, just punch the wall beside you or talk to yourself for a while. Your voice is so damn annoying that I will surely hear it from my room.”. Despite her sincere words were still echoing in the short demon’s mind, and they’d probably keep doing it during the whole night, he managed to take the joke and grin. “Very funny, toots! You know, you surprise me, teasing your own boss, who’s even suffering, is a risky move indeed.” Bendy snickered back in front of the young woman’s audacity, admiring the brazen singer as he was admiring the most beautiful and breathtaking masterpiece inside an art museum. “Sometimes I forget who’s the devil and who’s the angel, here.”. “Look again, Bendy. Maybe I’m both, and maybe I’m not as generous or kind as I look.” Alice promptly stood up and winked endearingly, pointing at her curved horns and shiny halo with a tapered finger. “Don’t ever forget it.”. “Oh, I wouldn’t, toots.” Bendy shrugged it off, playful and grateful. “I wouldn’t.”.