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bluefirewrites · 3 years ago

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not sure if u are still taking this but, celebrity/fan au for JUKEE 🤭

Okay this one's a little involved but I got you!

Rated T for mentions of sex and maybe some language

SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I’LL WRITE A SHORT FIC

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Julie tugs against the rather short dress Flynn had squeezed her in, not caring for how much she looks like a glorified candy wrapper in the shimmering gold.

She feels like she's some Ferrer Roche, waiting to be devoured.

Which seems to be her intention for tonight because she's insane, and so is her bestie Flynn, because she's supposed to grab the attention of a certain someone in this club.

Her motives for tonight sound like they come straight out of a Wattpad story, but her boyfriend- or well maybe an ex boyfriend now'- forced her hand.

So a year ago, right around the time they started dating, they both disclosed their 'hall passes'. Just a list of celebrities they were both 'allowed' to cheat on their partners with. It was fun. Just to see who the other person would pick.

It was harmless because the whole point is that these people are so famous, so far out of reach, that the odds of hooking up with them would be essentially impossible.

Nick's was the lead singer of the world famous pop group Dirty Candi. And Julie remembers drunkenly applauding the choice ("She's pretty! Wowww you like them Bubblegum Pop girls?")

They had a laugh that night and Julie doesn't really consider that hall pass conversation all that much since then-

-Until fast forward to last week when Nick disclosed to her that he ran into Carrie Wilson at an event. And then promptly disclosed to her that he invoked his 'Hall Pass' rights.

His rights?! She had exploded at him, and he claims that its no big deal. That he thought she would understand that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, a crazy set of circumstances, and that- 'Holy shit Jules, she was actually into me. Like what?'

Understandably, Julie stormed out and has been staying with Flynn for the time being. And it must have been the haze of crying and watching a lot of true crime series to cheer herself up that she and Flynn concocted this... plan.

One fueled by spite and pettiness.

Get back at Nick, make him jealous, make him feel how she did- by invoking her own 'Hall Pass' rights-

-which so happens to be Sunset Curve frontman, Luke Patterson...

"There he is" Flynn whispers from their corner of the club and Julie gulps.

"I don't think I can do this," Julie hisses at Flynn, when they spot him at the bar, nursing a drink with his bandmates like he usually would (they did their research).

See, Julie’s been a fan of Luke’s for a long time. Ever since she heard ‘Now or Never’ in freshman year of high school, she’s been hooked onto their music- especially Luke and his voice and playing.

She had their posters on her bedroom wall and had been that girl who would (when no one’s looking) press her fingers to her lips then press them against Luke’s image before going to bed.

It was that bad.

And Julie had probably fantasized on more than one occasion of meeting him and all the other scenarios you would picture in a typical Celeb x Reader scenario.

And she’d like to think she grew out of it, now she’s in her mid-twenties and just casually listens to Sunset Curve, following up on their careers every now and then.

But you can never really shake your first major celebrity crush. Hence he had been on her so called ‘Hall Pass’ list.

(”You into rockstars, Jules?” Nick had teased her that night.)

Seeing him there, in the same place as her, is so surreal, but Flynn’s continued pinches to her arm remind her just how real this is.

“This is ridiculous,” Julie crosses her arms, ready to bow out because what is she thinking? Why would Luke Patterson pick her up, of all people, at the bar? It’s like a supermodel runway in here, filled with girls more accomplished and famous. Her confidence is shaken a bit and she rethinks everything.

"Nick didn't seem to have a problem when he did it," Flynn points out, “And girl, you look great. He would be blind to not want you.”

The mention of Nick still boils her blood, which only reaffirms her plans for revenge. She’s still nervous but they both stand up from their booth and walk over to the bar.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend,”

“No. You’re musician extraordinaire, Julie Molina! The world may not have heard about you, but they will one day. I bet that’s something you can talk to him about. Music? Lyrics?”

Julie could use her songwriting credentials to her advantage, “I mean I guess-”

“Quick, he’s getting up!”

“Flynn, wait I’m not-”

With a forceful push, Flynn sends Julie into the path of Luke Patterson, colliding into him and effectively spilling his drink all over her dress.

“Oh my god,” Luke gapes at her, “I am so sorry-”

Julie fans herself, shaking slightly from the fact she’s drenched and also that her freakin’ high school celebrity crush is looking at her, actually talking to her.

But she recovers quickly, and she speaks, “It’s fine. Really. I guess I’m just... clumsy.” She shoots a glare at Flynn, who merely winks and retreats to their booth.

Luke grimaces and takes her by the hand, leading her somewhere, napkins in his other hand, “Here, let’s get you cleaned up. Again, I’m sorry. Hate to ruin a pretty... dress.”

It’s the way he eyes her that catches Julie off guard. He’s... not talking about the dress, is he?

Julie reels it back in tries her hand at a joke, “I wouldn’t call this a dress. I feel like fancy leftovers in this thing.”

Luke stifles a laugh, “Okay, I mean I wasn’t gonna say anything but yeah. I guess it’s a bit tin foil-y.”

“Not your style?”

His gaze drifts over to her one last time, “Well, any way to take a meal back home is fine by me. I mean-” Luke scrunches his nose, wincing, “I didn’t- I didn’t mean it like that. Shit. That was too... much. Are we-” he laughs nervously, “Are we still... talking about food?”

“Unless you just called me a meal. Then no.”

The look in his eyes say that he’s absolutely mortified, “...yeah. I think I did. I was hoping that was a nightmare.”

“Nope, it definitely happened,”

“Feel free to slap me,”

Julie giggles, somewhat delirious because she hasn’t tried to flirt with him but here Luke is, flirting with her. Or trying. And failing. Like a far cry from the suave rockstar she had pictured him to be.

“No need. Just, can you-?” she points to the napkins he’s holding hostage.

“Oh yeah. Here,” They stop in front of the coat check, and he hands her the napkins so she could try herself off with the best she can.

Suddenly, a weight falls onto her shoulders, she looks up and sees Luke draping a jacket over her- his presumably.

“You looked cold,”

Julie wraps the jacket tight against her, relishing in the warmth, “Wow, thanks.”

Luke smiled and stepped back, “Just so you know, if I made you feel weird in any way, I’d like to throw out my third ‘sorry’ of the night. Nothing has to happen though. So, just say the word and I’ll leave you alone.”

Whew. Um, okay. Julie stands there, faced with this decision.

The compliments aside (she will revisit those later), Luke’s giving her an out. Any reservations she has about moving forward with this plan, this is her chance to leave.

She could just treasure these amazing few minutes for the rest of her life. This could be a story to tell friends at a dinner party, about the time a rockstar lent her his jacket. Would be up there with the time Jack Black passed her on the street and said “Nice hat!”.

But-

Maybe she wants to see where this goes.

“All this talk about food is making me hungry though...” she says and Luke lights up, “I could go for a bite to eat.”

Luke snaps his fingers, “I know just the place.”

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Half an hour later, Julie and Flynn are in a smelly alleyway with the guys from Sunset Curve, in line for a street dog cart just a couple blocks away.

“An Oldsmobile?” Julie gawked after hearing Luke and the guys describe the delicacy, “Are you trying to poison me?”

“I swear by it,” Luke insists, taking her hand and moving them up in the line. Flynn sees this and doesn’t comment, but Julie’s starting to get used to Luke doing that, “You have to try!”

Julie doesn't know when she got over her initial starstruck, but by now its so easy to treat Luke like a regular person.

Well, celebrities are all regular people in the end, but more so now that he and his friends, have their sleeves rolled up, smiles wide, ready to dig into what may be the most disgusting hot dog she has ever seen.

Julie takes a bite out of hers and her eyes widen. Wow. It's not terrible.

"Ayy! We got another one, boys" Reggie laughs, noting her reaction.

"Told ya" Luke needles her sides and she giggles, ticklish. Her knee jerk reaction is to playfully shove him, but in the process accidentally smeared some mustard onto his face.

Luke goes to lick it off with his tongue, making funny faces as he did which amused Julie even more.

"Here," she takes a napkin and wipes at his cheek, "Now we're even."

The whole group gets to talking over by the couches, while Flynn chats up the other boys, Julie and Luke are sequestered in their own corner, and yes, eventually the topic switches to music.

"Wait, so you know Rose and the Petal Pushers?" Luke chokes out, "Like everyone I talk to hasn't heard of them!"

"Yup. Have their record actually" Julie beams proudly, censoring out the part that its her mom's band and hence she has one of the few records ever released.

Luke is floored by that and continues to poke her brain for music and Julie finds that their spiels go on naturally, that she could probably talk with Luke for hours and hours.

Which ends up happening. Flynn had already made her escape, having texted her to come home safely, the boys had gone too, leaving them in the nearly empty lot.

When the food truck closes down for the night, they end up taking a stroll down the streets of L.A, talking and getting to know each other.

Julie learns so much about Luke, things she's never heard about from the press- like his songwriting practice, that he cries at Finding Nemo, and that he can do a cartwheel only when drunk.

And in return Julie shares with him her crazy college stories, how she misses her mom sometimes, and that she is encyclopedia of commercial jingles (a fact Luke exploits by rapidly quizzing her at random moments)

Somehow they end up near the beach, with Julie pointing out the different stars she could see, but finds that Luke isn't looking at the sky.

"Hey, Julie..." He gets her attention, "I had a really good time tonight."

"Me too"

"So... would it be alright, if I kiss you?"

Julie's mouth parts, speechless. It happened. Holy shit it happened or... is happening. She has Luke exactly where she wants him.

She could only nod and Luke takes it as the sign to lean in, but just as his lips is about to brush against hers, she freaks-

"Wait" she steps back. Luke opens his mouth, "No. No more 'sorry's from you. This one's one me. I'm sorry but... this- this" She sighs, "I have to be honest with you."

Then she tells Luke everything- Nick, The Hall Pass, her plans for tonight- basically admitting to using him.

When she's done, she expects for Luke to get angry, to leave in a huff and never want to see her again.

That's not what happens.

"This Nick guy sounds like a piece of work" he says.

Julie nods slowly, "Yeah... I guess he was. So maybe that's why I did it. But I don't think I could have gone through with it. Like I don't think we're together, me and Nick but-"

"You wouldn't want to do what he did. Because you don't want to hurt people," Luke surmises, understanding, "And by doing that, that means you're a better person than he is."

"I guess"

"No Julie, you're a good person" Luke insists, "Man, I think that makes me like you even more."

Julie laughs, "God, if my high school self could see me now..."

"You were a big fan?"

"I'm not having this conversation right now with you,"

"Okay cuz now you got me curious-"

Julie swats his shoulder but it doesn't deter the guy from snickering.

On a more serious note though-

"I think..." Julie hums, "I think this means that I got some stuff to work through. Before I could start considering... this."

"I understand"

"But thank you... Luke. For tonight"

"It's been real, Julie,"Luke smiles and pulls her in for a half hug, "And you should keep the jacket. Looks better on you anyway."

****

Julie goes back to Flynn's that night and her bestie's still awake, wanting all the deets. But there's not much to tell. Nothing happened.

She shrugs off the jacket and resigns to the couch, not caring that her makeup is still on. She's about ready to pass out.

Her phone dings.

She pulls it out and sees two notifications.

luke_patterson is now following you

luke_patterson is requesting to message you.

Curious, she accepts the request.

'here if you want to talk, Tin Foil :P'

Julie rolls her eyes and collapses onto the couch, sleeping with a smile on her face.

She doesn't know it now, but the oncoming years would be filled with more messages back and forth, meetups with their friends for more shady street food, building a solid foundation of friendship and eventually, when Luke asks again if he could kiss her, Julie would eagerly prop herself on her toes to close the gap.

Yeah, Julie's high school self would definitely be screaming...

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #julie molina #luke patterson #luke x julie #julie x luke #this one turned into an actual fic wtf #lol #i got carried away #long post #blue answers asks #celebrity/fan au

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aynanasstuff · 4 years ago

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Abhi Na Jao Chhod Kar// Sam Wilson x Desi!Reader.

Summary: Sam and y/n are childhood friends who drift apart as life gets in the way. However, in that moment,it's like no time has passed.

(Okay quick A/N:i've mentioned y/n is desi but just to further clarify, in this scenario y/n is indian desi. since the word desi encapsulates a lot of people from a lot of countries, i just thought id mention that y/n is indian here. thanks! hope you enjoy it!)

Sam's phone call was a surprise, to say the least. The man was off saving the world, being a hero, making headlines. It didn't make sense for him to be calling you out of the blue.

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Growing up in Louisiana wasn't easy as a dark skinned desi girl. The red that some people adorned their values with bled through a lot, some of their beliefs didn't align with the red bindi your mom adorned. It was difficult finding a community, let alone one you could truly say were your friends. Sam Wilson, however, was more than eager to be a part of your colorful life. You lived right next door when you were kids and he seemed more like a blessing than a neighbor. You absolutely loved dancing and Navratri was a time where loud garba music was blasting in your house all the time. Curious little Sam couldn't help but wonder what was happening and walked up to your door, knocking on your door impatiently. You opened the door, looking at the little boy who seemed to be about your age, maybe older by a year or two. "Hey, um, what's up? I live next door, my name's Sam." "Y/n", you say as you extend your hand out to the boy, waiting for him to shake it but his eyes were stuck on you. You thought it was because something was wrong with you while he thought you were the most beautiful 8 year old in the world, in your little chaniya choli and a dainty maang teeka in your parted black bob and payals around your ankles.

"Beta,kya kar rahi hai? Bola hai na darwaza akele mummy ke bina mat kholna?!"(what are you doing,kid? Haven't I told you not to open the door without mommy?!) ,your mom yelled as she ran to the door, halting beside you. "Mummy, yeh Sam hai. He said he lives next door. Aur yeh mujhe khade khade bas ghoore ja raha hai".(this is Sam,he's standing here staring at me)

Sam, realizing he's been really impolite begins talking,instantly kicking in his southern manners, "Ma'am, I'm Sam, i live next door!" "Hi Sam, what can we do for you?", your mom asks the boy with a smile, her annoyance melting away. "Well, I heard really loud music and it's nothing like what the folks around here play, um not to say you're not a part of the neighborhood, I mean you are and I'm not here to talk badly about the music because I really like the music that's why I'm here and yeah I was wondering why you're playing the loud music, it's not that I have a problem with it or anything,like I said,"he finally finishes rambling, "I really like the music." Sam takes a huge breath in as he stops. You giggle in response and your mom smiles at him. "Well Sam, today is a very special day! We're going to be celebrating a festival called Navratri!", your mom replies, "It lasts for nine whole days! We dance a lot, we eat a lot, we pray to Goddess Durga and have a lot of fun,isn't that right,baccha?," she turns to you responding with a nod. "The music playing is called garba music, isn't it fun to listen to?" "Yes, ma'am, it is!," Sam replies excitedly.

"Sam! Where are you, boy?!" Sam perks up, realization hitting him. He was late for dinner and will now have to listen to his mom set him straight. "Well ma'am, I guess I'll leave now, my ma's calling for me, it was nice meeting y'all!" He does a little hat tip, smiling sheepishly. "Sam, come over sometime if you want! You can listen to as much garba music as you like!", your mom calls out to him. "Yeah Sam, I'll teach you how to dance!", you say, confident in your ability to make him your friend. Sam smiles, "Yes ma'am, I will! Oh and y/n, I really hope you do!" He almost has to hold in his excitement so as not to skip and give it away. That fortunate day paved the way for a beautiful, nurturing friendship. Your families became acquainted with each other and they, too, loved each other's company.

The friendship you shared with the boy with the toothy grin sooned turned into something more. You were both too scared to admit it, knowing that if it was unrequited, you'd both lose something that was far too precious to take a chance on. The day before Sam left for his first tour, the two of you spent a few choice hours in each other's presence by the dock, under the stars. "Abhi na jao chhod kar, ke dil abhi bhara nahi," you hummed under your breath as you fought tears knowing the distance would probably not sustain your friendship. It wasn't out of fear that you'd lose him, it was out of the fear that maybe losing him would be better than having to be so close and yet miles away from his heart. "What's that you're singing?", Sam asked, his warm brown eyes making you feel protected against the cold breeze over the water. You reply, with a twinkle of melancholy in your dark eyes, "Just a song."

But the both of you knew it was more than that.

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The tours, the avenging, the war, the blip ; Sam Wilson still hadn't forgotten about you. You hadn't forgotten about him either.

You both had a way of staying with each other without having to be there in your form. You lived in each other's minds and hearts and mended each other's cracks with those parts of yourselves.

This didn't mean you had actually seen each other since that night by the dock. The both of you only had a couple phone calls keeping you connected after. But time did as time does and you felt yourselves drifting away.Neither of you tried to reconnect either. Sam felt it was the right thing to do, to spare himself some heartache; so did you. Your lives were vastly different after he left for his tour and the two of you wanted to disturb the balance in your lives after.

So as you sat on the sofa in your childhood home in Louisiana as the sun shone brightly, Sam's name on your phone made your heart drop to your stomach. What could he possibly be calling about?

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So much had happened, in your lives, your friendship, the world in general, even the universe if you will. You couldn't help but wish he wanted to build the spark that always was a part of your friendship into a fire that gave you some much needed warmth.

"Hello?," you answer, picking up the phone. "Hey y/n, " you hear Sam on the other end and you find yourself letting out a sharp breath you didn't know you'd held in, " how you doin'? ". " I'm good, Sam. How are you? "you respond. He answers in a single word, "Good ". As much as this small talk felt like it was sucking the life out of you especially because you guys were once inseparable , you were okay with just hearing his voice after all this time. However, you couldn't just pretend this attempt at conversation by Sam and you was exactly normal between the two of you. So, you decided to tell him exactly how it is. "Sam, I-", he cuts you off" Open the door, y/n", "What?", "Open the damn door, y/n", you can almost hear his smile through the phone.

You walk towards the door, almost too fast, nearly tripping over your teapoy and you open the door, hands shaking with nervous hope. "Hey, you," Sam smiles at you with that same toothy smile you'd seen all those years ago during Navratri, "miss me?" You couldn't help but tackle him in a hug, distance and longing and silent innocent grudges be damned and in that moment all you could do was thank Durga Ma for bringing him to your door all those years ago.

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Wow, that was a doozy and a half to right. This was my first ever fic y'all!! I'm so excited to publish it here! I really hope y'all liked it, this one means a lot to me! So enjoy it, like it, do whatever but DON'T PLAGIARIZE IT BECAUSE THAT JUST MAKES YOU PATHETIC!

Also tagging the besties:

@lil-stark @jacquessouvenier heyyyy

That's all! Byeee y'all <3

#sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson one shot #sam wilson fic #sam wilson x desi!reader #sam wilson appreciation #indian!reader #x desi!reader #one shot #Spotify

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barneswilsonrogers · 3 years ago

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What I love the most about Samsteve is that Sam is Steve’s equal and vice versa. With Stucky and Sambucky, there’s a little imbalance in power dynamic and overall characterization. But Sam and Steve just fits together. Their chemistry is so strong! There’s an instant bond, a shared life experience!

It really saddens me whenever people underestimated Sam’s role in Steve’s life, just as much as I hate it when they underestimated Sam’s role in Bucky’s life. Of course there’s a connection that comes with knowing each other for decades. But who’s to say Sam cannot read Steve as well as Bucky, maybe even better? And who’s to say Sam doesn’t know what Bucky needs, better than Steve can?

The way people REFUSED to see Sam as more than sidekick/bestie for both Steve (especially Steve, because there’s even less samsteve fics than sambucky) and Bucky is so, so frustrating. I once read a Steve centric fanfic where Steve said ‘he’s not my new best friend’ to Bucky in front of Sam and the writer didn’t give a chance to Sam to address his feelings. It hurts so much.

Sam is kind, but he’s not afraid to call you on your bullshit. Sam is strong, but he’s a big softie. He’s confident and smart, but knows his limit, therefor he doesn’t have an ego in him, unlike Steve who sometimes lets his ego get the best of him. He’s also incredibly skillful, which makes me cringe if writers write about his insecurities as if he’s a low class soldier among other Avengers. Is it really that hard to believe that Sam is a lot more than you’re see in him? why? cause he’s black and doesn’t have the super serum?? fuck you.

I just want to end this little rant by saying thank you for everyone who is keeping Samsteve fandom alive. I don’t care if there aren’t so many of us, at least we’re happy in our little bubble. If nobody gonna fight for Sam Wilson to the death, we will.

Anyway, Samsteve > literally any other ship in the MCU and that’s a FACT.

#samsteve #mine #im sorry im just so pissed #excuse the bad grammar

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 3 years ago

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Parallels | Epilogue

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Characters: OC! Violet Grace Dawson, Luke Patterson, Julie Molina, Carrie Wilson, Bobby Wilson, Reggie Peters, Alex Mercer, Flynn nolastname, Willie nolastname, Nick Danforth-Evans, Dirty Candy

Guideline: Sunset Universe is the universe in which Sunset Curve is famous and Violet is friends with Carrie, Julie and Flynn. Candy Universe is the universe in which Dirty Candy is more famous and Sunset Curve has broken up.

A/N: AAAAAAHHHH this is the very last chapter!!! I had so much fun writing this story! I hope you guys love(d) reading it as much! Quick shout out to my bestie @unnowhatthisistbh for proofreading and supporting me and just being the GOAT! I really needed you during this and you came through for me, so thank you! Also big shout out to @amazondancewarrior for the gifs they made for this story! They were splendid and I am obsessed with them (and you!)! Thank you x10000000!

Song(s) used: Stand Tall - Julie and The Phantoms | Starting Line - Luke Hemmings

Warnings: None; fluff? Luke and Violet being so cute it’s gross?

Words: 3,811

Violet was back. Their sweet, caring, innocent girl they had come to love over the summer. There was one week left of summer when the girls had switched again, which Violet wanted to use to spend as much time with her friends as possible.

One entire week to practice for the upcoming Violet Sunset and Dirty Candy gigs.

One entire week to spend with Luke.

One entire week to start the rest of her life.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Luke’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts and his arms snaked around her waist whilst his lips pressed in her neck.

A giggle left Violet’s body, Luke’s favorite sound. “This song I found in Violet’s notebook,” she replied, showing him what she had found when she got back to her bedroom after returning.

“Wrong answer,” Luke responded, retreating his arms and placing his hands on her hips to turn her around.

“Wrong answer?”

A cheesy smile found its way to his lips. “Yeah, the correct answer was ‘You, Luke, I was thinking of you’.” Violet’s eyes rolled back but she couldn’t help the smile that broke through.

If he wanted to go the cheesy route, so could she. “Well, you never really leave my mind, so…”

“You guys are disgusting,” Carrie interrupted when she entered the Wilson kitchen where the two had found themselves. Bobby and Carrie had invited everyone over for one of their classic pool parties. But instead of making it one big party, they kept it intimate with just their closest friends. Until tonight, when everyone at Los Feliz High would be invited and they’d be able to watch a free Violet Sunset gig.

Violet snickered. “Shut up, you love us.”

“You’re very lucky that I do,” she retorted before shoving a bowl of chips into Luke’s hands and a platter of drinks into Violet’s. “Now, chop chop, there are people outside in need of snacks.”

“Snaaaacks!” Reggie exclaimed, flailing his arms excitedly before hoisting himself out of the pool and towards his friends bearing the snacks and drinks.

“Do we know what the setlist is gonna look like?” Bobby questioned when everyone had gathered around the snacks and drinks.

Normally, that question alone would make Violet want to throw up, but this time around it didn’t. She felt confident, sure of herself and her talent. If she could stand up against a shitty manager, she could sing in front of her whole entire school too. Besides, she’d have her band with her.

“I’d say we start with Turn Up The Music?” Luke suggested. “That’s the song that started Violet Sunset in the first place.” A smile found its way to Violet’s face. She remembered that first day with the boys when they parent-trapped them. Kinda.

She was really nervous that day.

“How about we bring Starting Line?” Violet then suggested, glancing at Alex for his reaction. The confusion on his face made her realize that she had the wrong Alex in front of her. “Right, no. Never mind. Wrong universe.”

“I really wanna do Determinate,” Reggie brought in, his mouth full of nachos and salsa.

“Okay,” Violet said, “How about we go Turn Up The Music, Finally Free, Determinate–”

“Bright,” Luke added, knowing he could sing the song if Violet sang along with them.

“We could end with Stand Tall?” The boys shot Violet a confused look. “It’s the song the other Violet left for me. Wait –” she got up from her spot and dashed inside. Luke couldn’t help but follow the girl with his eyes. Her curves came out perfectly in the bathing suit she was wearing and her skin looked so soft, he was going to have a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

“Look,” Violet’s voice caused him to snap out of his thoughts. She showed her friends the notebook she had found on her bed when she had returned a few days prior. Along with the scribbled down lyrics was a little message;

Wish I could watch you shine, Violet! You got this… Love, V.

She had cursed at herself not leaving such a nice note for Violet. She’d left something but it wasn’t quite as nice as this. It wasn’t a whole-ass song she had left her.

“You’re gonna be okay for the gig tonight?” Julie then asked Violet worriedly.

Smiling, Violet nodded her head in response. “I’ve traveled across universes three times, I think I can handle a little show with my best friends.”

She could more than handle a little show with her best friends. From Turn Up The Music to Finally Free to Determinate and Bright, she handled every single song with fierceness, power and most of all; fun.

She rocked out on that self-made stage at the edge of the pool, alongside her four best friends with her three best gals in the very first row. She felt like she was on top of the world. Like she could handle everything and anything.

“People of Los Feliz High,” Violet started when they’d just finished slowing it down with Perfect Harmony– upon Luke’s request. “We have one last song for you tonight before our dear Flynn takes over with her magnificent beats.” The crowd whooped and cheered at her feet. “This one goes out to a dear friend of ours. Someone without whom I wouldn’t be here right now. Someone who gifted me this… adventure. It’s also for anyone who’s lost their way or who’s trying to find their place in the world. You’re gonna find it. You’re gonna be okay. With the right people by your side, you’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna stand tall.”

She stole a quick glance at Luke, who gave her a proud smile before she turned to Bobby and gave him a nod as the starting shot. He started playing the keyboard, letting the soft melody Violet had explained to them during soundcheck, float out into the night air.

The girl herself placed the microphone onto its stand that stood in the middle of the stage. In her spotlight. Her very own spotlight.

“Don't blink No, I don't want to miss it One thing, and it's back to the beginning 'Cause everything is rushing in fast Keep going on never look back”

“And it's one, two, three, four times That I'll try for one more night Light a fire in my eyes I'm going out of my mind”

Normally, the boys would join in at this moment but they didn’t. They’d decided to give her a little more. A little more spotlight. A little more time to shine. Because they loved to watch her shine and that was what she did best.

“Whatever happens Even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall Whatever happens Even when everything's down I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall”

She threw a glance at Luke, to try and figure out why no one was doing anything. She wanted to make sure they were still there, that they hadn’t bailed on her again. The smile Luke gave her when they locked eyes told her enough.

“I gotta keep on dreaming 'Cause I gotta catch that feeling Whatever happens Even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall”

With a wide grin on his face, Alex brought the beat in and the crowd went wild. Especially the long-haired skater boy in the front row. Soon thereafter, Reggie joined in on his bass, earning a thankful smile from the lead singer on his left.

“Right now I'm loving every minute Hands down Can't let myself forget it, no 'Cause everything is rushing in fast Keep holding on, nevеr look back”

Then, a guitar riff echoed through the speakers, capturing Violet’s attention as she continued to sing the pre-chorus.

“And it's one, two, three, four times That I'll try for one morе night Light a fire in my eyes”

She took the mic off its stand, giving Luke the opportunity to finish her sentence.

“I'm going out of my mind”

All five of them lapsed into the chorus together with the crowd at their feet, dancing and jumping around. They didn’t know any of the words, but it didn’t matter. The vibe was there. The energy was charged.

“Whatever happens Even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall Whatever happens Even when everything's down I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall”

Violet turned to Reggie and Bobby, singing to them and with them. She loved how she could tell they were all feeling the exact same thing without even having to say what they were feeling. She knew they were on the same page.

“I gotta keep on dreaming 'Cause I gotta catch that feeling Whatever happens Even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall”

She then moved over to Luke on the other side of the stage. Their eyes were locked and, much like every other time they sang together, the chemistry oozed off that stage. Everyone could see that those two belonged together. Soulmates, of sorts. It would declare how Violet had gotten back here a second time.

“Like I'm glowing in the dark I keep on going when it's all falling apart Yeah I know it with all my heart Ooh, ooh”

While Luke hit the high note, Violet turned to Alex, letting the spotlight shine on him for a change.

“Never look back”

“Whatever happens Even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall”

Then, they all turned to Reggie, who took the next moment in the spotlight.

“Whatever happens Even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall”

Grinning widely, Violet then sang;

“Stand tall”

And then it was up to Luke and Bobby;

“Stand tall”

With the crowd going insane at their feet, the band lapsed back into the chorus for the very last time that night. This was just the beginning for Violet Sunset. The beginning of a lifetime filled with music and gigs and making people happy.

“Whatever happens Even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall Whatever happens Even when everything's down I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall”

“I gotta keep on dreaming 'Cause I gotta catch that feeling Whatever happens Even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall”

All five of them stood, panting, as they looked out into the crowd of Los Feliz High students. This was their life. This was where they belonged; on a stage, together. Neither of them needed to say it, they could all feel it. This was it.

Violet had been born in the wrong universe, but now, she was home.

Sunset Curve’s second album was a hit. With songs like Breakthrough and Somebody as singles, rising through to the top, their fanbase had only grown. Even more so when Alex had come out on Instagram by posting a picture of him and Willie with a pride flag behind them – all credits for the photo went to Violet, of course.

Along with Flynn, Julie and Carrie, Violet was appointed to Sunset Curve’s marketing team. They had way better ideas for promotion than their new management team, according to the manager himself.

“Whatcha doin’?” Violet questioned when she found Luke hunched over his notebook in his room, moments before their first radio interview to promote the new album.

His heart jumped a little at the sudden distraction, though once he heard that gorgeous, angelic voice of his girlfriend, he realized the distraction was a welcome one. “Trying to finish a song.”

Violet came up to him and rested her chin on his shoulder, looking at the songbook in front of him. She knew the words on the paper. Those were Alex’s. It was the song Alex started writing before she went back to her original universe.

“That’s Alex’s,” she pointed out, confusion written all over her face.

Luke hummed. “He asked me to help him finish it. But I’m kinda stuck.”

Violet scanned the page. Verse – chorus – verse – chorus – bridge – chorus… “End with the bridge again,” she told him, pointing at the block of lyrics. “I think with an instrumental between the last chorus and last bridge, it could get that heavy, melancholy feel Alex had wanted, and then the instruments stop abruptly with just a bit of piano filling out the room for a few last notes.”

“You are a genius,” Luke whispered excitedly before turning around swiftly to face the girl that had been standing behind him. “Have I told you I’m happy you’re back here?”

Giggling, Violet raked her fingers through Luke’s brown locks at the nape of his neck. “You have, about a million times.” Luke smiled too now and reached his hand to her cheek, wiping the loose lash off her cheek. The dark, long lash stuck to his thumb as he showed it to her.

“Make a wish,” he whispered.

Scrunching up her nose and shutting her eyes real tight, Violet thought up a wish before blowing the lash away.

“What’d you wish for?” Luke asked curiously.

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Oh, come on! You can share your wish with me!”

Violet chuckled. “No, I can’t! It won’t come true if I do!”

A pout formed on Luke’s face as he put on his best puppy dog eyes. “Please?” he pleaded, dragging out the ‘ea’ for extra effect.

“Okay, fine,” she laughed. “Come closer,” she whispered and Luke inched closer. “Closer.” Another inch. “Closer.” Luke’s breath tickled Violet’s lips as they were barely an inch away from hers. “You’ll never know,” she whispered cheekily before crashing her lips to his to shut him up.

He objected at first, but once Violet’s warm tongue swiped across his bottom lip, there was no resisting. Pulling his girl closer, flush to his chest, Luke deepened the kiss. And everything seemed to fall right into place.

A radio interview and tv appearance later, the boys were getting ready for their small gig on Santa Monica Pier. A gig required by Violet herself. The boys did consider themselves fortunate with such a great marketing team.

“We ready?” Manager Dawson asked as the band had gathered in the hallway.

There was a nervous, excited vibe hanging around the group. Though the boys had done many a performance like this one, they still somehow seemed nervous. The girls couldn’t help but feel nervous with them. This was an important gig; the first one with their new management, the first one with a new marketing team, the first one since Alex came out.

As the boys walked out onto the stage at the start of their gig, they were taken aback by the view in front of them. Hundreds of people stood at their feet, cheering and screaming loudly with every possible pride flag in their hand.

Noticing the boys had frozen in their spot, Violet peeked around the corner towards the crowd. Her heart leapt in her chest upon seeing the colorfulness of the crowd. Never had she seen this many pride flags in one place that wasn’t the pride parade.

“Oh my gosh,” she breathed, capturing her friends’ attention. The three girls peeked out with her and smiles spread across their faces. Not only did they have pride flags, but Violet now also noticed banners and boards with “We love you, Alex” written on them. All of this was in support of Alex’s coming out.

“Thanks for coming out tonight, L.A.!” Luke shouted into the mic. “Hope you’re ready for a party!” As soon as the words left his mouth, the starting notes of Breakthrough Violet had come up with months ago chimed throughout the night.

The entire set was electric with every person in the crowd singing along and dancing until their muscles ached. Even their marketing team couldn’t stand still in the wings. The boys were giving every ounce of energy they had in them, and in return, the crowd and their friends gave it back. There was a connection. An undeniable, electric connection.

“We have one more song for you guys,” Luke then said into the mic after they had the entire crowd sobbing when he sang Unsaid Emily, especially for his mom, who sat in the VIP section of the crowd with the rest of their families.

“One our dear Alex wrote himself.” Alex’s eyes widened in panic over the sudden change of plans. Starting Line wasn’t in their set. They hadn’t rehearsed it. It wasn’t even completely finished – or so Alex thought. “But before we play, I wanna bring out someone special. She helped us find our sound again, she helped us fight against a terrible manager who didn’t have the best intentions. She helped us become our most authentic self… L.A., please, give it up for my girlfriend, Violet Dawson.”

This wasn’t planned either and Violet could feel her heart beating in her throat as Luke ran up to her and grabbed her hand.

“What are you doing?” she whisper-shouted over the crowd of cheering fans.

“Trust me,” he replied and kissed her knuckles before gently pushing her down to the piano stool. “Let your heart play, yeah?” She slowly nodded her head, understanding the assignment.

She shook her hands before placing her fingers on the keys and starting to play whatever melody came to her. She closed her eyes for a moment too, letting the music come to her.

Then, Luke’s voice rang through her ears. It was the trigger for her to open her eyes again and watch him as he sang. So passionately, so sincerely.

“In and out of focus Moments that I keep Something for the pain And something so I sleep Won’t you comfort me? Warm the air that I breathe Visceral in doses Hiding in the seams”

His eyes met hers, and she swore she was floating for a moment.

“Standing on the sun and I don’t feel a thing Won’t you comfort me? Take the fear I don’t need”

Luke stepped back from his microphone and turned to Alex, letting him take the chorus he so carefully wrote. He looked so confident up there with his eyes shut and his hands gripping the microphone.

“I wake up every morning with the years ticking by I’m missing all these memories, maybe they were never mine I feel the walls are closing I’m running out of the time I think I missed the gun at the starting line”

The boys then joined Violet with their instruments, heavying the song with its melancholy. Violet even kicked the stool back, standing over the keys as she played them as though on automatic.

To her surprise, Bobby took the next verse. The verse Alex had shown her before she left. Though she had hoped Alex would take this one, she couldn’t help but find comfort in Bobby’s voice as well.

“Tell mе, am I broken? I can never lеave Biting on my tongue and Checking if it bleeds Oh, is it lost on me? All the things I believe”

Then Reggie took the next verse. His voice sounded perfect for this song.

“Something like an omen I can never keep Moving on and on, so very bittersweet Is it lost on me? All the things I don't need”

All four of the boys then joined Alex in the chorus. Their harmonies were still Violet’s very favorite sound in the world. It sounded ethereal. Like she was floating on clouds.

“I wake up every morning with the years ticking by I'm missing all these memories Maybe they were never mine I feel the walls are closing I'm running out of time I think I missed the gun at the starting line”

Glancing over at Alex, Violet noticed the beads of sweat mingling with the tears that ran down his face. They were happy tears, she could tell. Proud tears. Thankful tears. This was his song and they were performing it on an actual stage in front of actual people. This was something they would’ve never done under their previous management.

The boys let Alex take the bridge while they preoccupied themselves with the backing vocals. Violet loved making music with these guys, even if she loved the band on its own, she loved it when she could join in on the fun. She loved being a part of something so special.

“Take me alive, make me a liar Take me alive Don't look away until it's gone Until it's gone Take me alive, make me a liar Take me alive Don't look away until it's gone Until it's gone”

All four of the boys then joined back in on the last chorus. They were giving their all. Not once did their energy waiver.

Alex let himself go for one last time with Luke as his backing vocals and the other two boys giving their all on their instruments. Even Violet had let herself go on the piano a little. She was living. She felt alive. For the first time in a long time, she felt truly, authentically herself. She wasn’t the Blue Candy anymore. She was Violet Dawson.

“Take me alive, make me a liar Take me alive Don't look away until it's gone Until it's gone Take me alive, make me a liar Take me alive Don't look away until it's gone Until it's gone”

For the first time since walking onto that stage and playing Alex’s song in front of hundreds of people, Violet looked up at them. A roar of applause washed over them. The flutter in her stomach was one of excitement, one of pride.

This was it, the very first moments of the rest of her life.

Once back at the house, Violet had found herself drawn to the balcony at Luke’s bedroom window. The one where she had found him, smoking a cigarette after walking out on rehearsal. The one where he had told her he was in love with her. Where he told her about his mother.

“You okay?” Luke asked, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. The two of them looked out onto the city lights in front of them. This was one gorgeous view. One she wouldn’t want to trade for the world.

Violet nodded her head. “Just wondering how Violet’s doing in that other cosmic patch.”

This had been one hell of an adventure, but there was no way Violet would ever want to switch back.

This was her universe.

Her world.

Her cosmic patch.

She was home.

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chicagoindiecritics · 5 years ago

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New from Every Movie Has a Lesson by Don Shanahan: MOVIE REVIEW: Jojo Rabbit

(Photo by Kimberly French courtesy of 20th Century Fox and Fox Searchlight Pictures)

Special Presentation of the 55th Chicago International Film Festival

JOJO RABBIT— 5 STARS

There is a little recurring action, a motif if you will, in Taika Waititi’s Jojo Rabbit that surrounds tying someone else’s shoes. Think for a moment on the intentions behind that little gesture for a moment. Damn near like Christ washing his Apostles’ feet on Good Friday, the act of knotting those troublesome laces is like a bow to lower yourself for someone else. The purpose is to provide soft stability and firm strength for those in need at the place where their feet meet the stalwart steps of their fate. Patience is asked and used to cancel out tedium. The shoe itself doesn’t matter. It could be clown shoes or combat boots, and the paused shared moment of guidance and comforting safety between the helper and the wearer would be the same.

Those beautiful and gracious moments, slowed way down in between all the hustling hilarity in Jojo Rabbit, let you know exactly where the heart of this movie truly lies underneath the scathing satire. It is in the benevolence of helping people rather than warring with them. The titular young boy needs every ounce of such affection and the combat boots of Waititi’s movie are the clown shoes. Gusto meets gravitas in one of the most oddly poetic and beautifully brazen movies you may ever see.

A wonky version of Fox Searchlight’s logo anthem leads to a breakneck German-language rendition of The Beatles’ “I Want to Hold Your Hand” (talk about a tone-setter) as we meet Johannes “Jojo” Betzler (the debuting Roman Griffin Davis), a ten-year-old who feels ready to become a man. The ladder in front of him to achieve that belonging sense of mettle is a weekend-long Hitler Youth camp alongside his bespectacled bestie Yorki (scene-stealer Archie Yates). With a Meatballs-level of lampoon, the booze-soaked Captain Klenzendork (Oscar winner Sam Rockwell) and dryly brutal Fräulein Rahm (Rebel Wilson) instruct these girls and boys in the proper indoctrination necessary to fit in.

LESSON #1: BE THE RABBIT — Between the finer points of killing and grenade safety, the training goal is clear. When Jojo won’t snap the neck of a rabbit, he is teased, branded as a fearful coward, and gets sidelined as a gopher and office helper. The symbolism of a rabbit is brave, witty, sneaky, and strong. All of those desirable qualities are present, yet undeveloped in Johannes.

Based on Christine Leunens’ novel “Caging Skies,” all of Jojo Rabbit is presented through this child’s point of view. Molding Jojo’s impressionable moral clay are two presences, one positive and the other toxic. The most well-meaning is his mother Rosie, played Scarlett Johansson. She is a progressive woman challenging the Nazi status quo and secretly hiding a teenage Jewish girl named Elsa (Thomasin Mackenzie of Leave No Trace) in the attic. Rosie’s advice always brims with encouraging alacrity. Between this and the upcoming Marriage Story, seeing Johansson play a mother is nothing short of an emotional epiphany. This is a side of her that we’ve never seen.

The more damaging voice comes from Jojo’s zealous imaginary friend, the führer himself Adolf Hitler. Played with pure camp by writer-director Taika Waititi, his uncouth false god is a cheerleader of cruelty. No joke is off-limits for his apparition of atrocity. Waititi’s maniacal manifestation is an absolute hoot. For Jojo, Hitler is an idol that is difficult to deny or disbelieve.

LESSON #2: WHEN ACTUALITY HITS — Using the word “reality” in this comical setting is leaping too far. Stick with actuality instead and just look at the objects and actions. Knives hurt people. Grenades explode. Soldiers die. War destroys. Germans are fallible. Jews are regular people too. When the wrongs and horrors of war arrive, the movie shifts. Jojo Rabbit swells and elevates beyond farce with this actuality.

LESSON #3: LEARNING EMPATHY — Rosie motivates love and soothes Jojo’s fears and misguided ambition, but the kinship with Mackenzie’s Elsa is what transforms hearts. Her character is never made the victim and that’s a beautiful, confident condition to maintain. Befriending the trapped refugee grows the boy’s sympathies, sheds misconceptions, and cleanses away the dirty propaganda spewing from the invisible Hitler and his very visible followers of the Third Reich. A kid pushes aside fake devotion to see how every life and its innocence matter.

Every wholesome peak and harrowing valley of Jojo Rabbit is crafted with equal parts panache and tenacity. What begins as crass caricature becomes crystalized constitution. One moment you’re yukking it up to some off-color humor and minutes later you’re wondering if there’s dust in your eye. If this is not the eventual winner for the Academy Award for Best Adapted Screenplay, start a new boycott. The tonal balancing act written by Waititi is astounding and imaginative. The movie’s enriching third act builds one of the best crescendos of recent memory, all ending on a quaint dance that stands in staunch comparison to that opening Beatlemania.

The filmmaking artists around the writer and director follow his tottering pendulum with their own dexterity and excellence. Cinematographer Mihai Mălaimare Jr. (The Master) dabbles with speed and framing akin to a Wes Anderson film only to linger or skew angles and placements just enough to equal all the weird whimsy on display. The same came be said for the soundtrack. Cheeky song inclusions are equaled by composer Michael Giacchino’s orchestral hops between Jojo’s theme of precocious patriotism and a genteel nocturne for Rosie.

LESSON #4: EVERY WAR FILM IS AN ANTI-WAR FILM IN DISGUISE — There is a bigger purpose afoot in Taika Waititi’s movie and it’s this lesson. Yes, there is a premise here which gleefully jokes without boundaries, but the formative goals of pro-peace and anti-hate could not be more clear. To dig deep and evoke optimism out of both present and past anxiety, Waititi borrows this existential bit of poetry written by Pre-Nazi German writer Rainer Maria Rilke to frame his film:

Let everything happen to you

Beauty and terror

Just keep going

No feeling is final

If that citation doesn’t nail the filmmaker’s desire and respectful sentiment through all the wit and irony, nothing will.

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The Trouble with Steve pt 7

With the Trouble with Steve

Steve x Reader

Chapter 7

Your mouth drop open as two clear blue orbs appear in from of your eyes. Beams of anger shown through out his eyes. Suddenly the weight of your bags was remove from your grasp. Still you had no words to form at his action. The room held very still as Steve broke contact with you.

He bounce up the stairs before you realise that he had taken your stuff with him. Abby and Sam was gawking as well.

“What the hell just happen?” The words fell from your lips with surprise you as you were still stunned.

“Whatever it is, it's turning into a nightmare.”Abby grunted out.

“For once we agree on something.” Sam spat back. You could never tell Wilson to hold his tongue like the others.

“What’s up with Steve?” You ask in hopes that Sam could answer.

“My boy, finally growing up.” Sam sigh happily in his joke. You shot him a look but said nothing.

After a few more minutes of wondering, Steve merge with the group. His anger had vanish and was replace with a bit of embarrassment.

“I'm sorry about that.” He clap his hands together. Your eyes drift up to his face but you were sure to aviod his eyes, “ I have change the plans again. I think it's best if we all stick together.” He announced with built up confidence.

“Really? What about your important mission?” Abby tried challenging him.

“I switch with another co-worker.” Steve's face drop into his Captain glare. Abby quickly gave up the fight.

“Oh, slumber party with my besties? Count me in.”Sam wrapped his arm around you. It seems you still hadn't move from the door. He pulled you gently over to the counter space. Sam's eyes dance wildly up and down as he wait for you to answer.

“Yea, why not?” Y/N spat out with much humour.

“Where's everyone going to sleep?” The snide in Abby's voice was not unnoticeable but she was also stiffening a yawn. What time was it again?

“That's easy. You three will take the rooms upstairs and I will take the couch.” Steve walk over to where Abby was and pick up her bags. He motion for you and Sam to tag along. Without a blink of an eye you both did what you were told.

Everyone climb the stairs in silence as Steve lead the way. He stopped everyone at the top of stairs.

“Abby, you can have the end room. It's the master and has it's own bathroom.” Before anyone could respond, Steve usher her down the all and disappear into the room that was yours in the beginning. You and Sam exchange looks but neither one of you knew anything.

A few minutes of standing in the hall you were beginning to get fidgety. What was going on in there? Your mind ask but it was your brain that answer with, Do we really want to know? So you lean up aginst the wall and closed your eyes. You could feel the exhaustion from earlier coming back.

A door clicking shut made your eyes snap open. You look down the hall to see Steve had finally emerge from Abby's room. It only took him a few strides before he greeted us. He ran his hands against the back of his neck as he and Sam share a laugh.

“This is your room.” He point to Sam.

“Then this where I say good night and I will see you when my shift starts.” And with that Sam disappear into his room with the door gently tucking shut. Y/N shot a questioning look at Steve. But instead of getting an answer he rise his finger to his lips. You remain silent like he had ask as he lead you to the real master bedroom.

Once you were in the room and the door was shut, Steve only got weirder as he began to search the room.

“What shifts?” You question once you were sure it was the two of you.

“Sam and I will be taking over watching the place under 24 hour surveillance.” he answer without stopping his quest.

“Between the three of us, I think we got it handle.” Steve disappear into the bathroom as you crawl into the bed while watching the bathroom door frame.

“Three no, you need to stay low. If something happens....” Steve reappear into the room with a horrible look on his face. He got on his hands and knees to look under the bed.

But to his surprise he found an upside down Y/N grinning at him from the other side. It made his cheeks blush as you both right sided yourselves.

“Fun Fact. I'm also an Avenger. So I think I can check my room on my own.” Even though you were using a teasing voice it was still a real statement. This stop Steve in his tracks.

“Fun Fact I was there when you join up.” The memory put a smile on Steve's face. The enjoyment disappear all the worry in his face.

“I'm sorry this was not how I wanted this to go down.” Grey shadowing took over his blue eyes as you could see him struggling to find something to say. His smile never stay long before a new emotion took over him.

“Oh? how did you thought it would go?” Y/N brow shot up as Steve bark out with laughter. His eyes squint up in delight that you almost forgot that you were angry with him.

“Different, I really thought I had more time then this. And with Abby being here, I'm at a lost.” Was Steve's answer. You fought the frown that was fighting his way out.

“Abby's getting a bit to extreme for ya?” Your lips spoke out before your brain could. You ingore the jealous in your voice as you were going to ask him what was going on between the two of them. It was high time to get this over with. Steve's face fell for a minute before he quickly regain it.

“Y/N, I have been meaning to tell you something.” Your heart froze in place. This was it. Steve was going to tell you all about him and Abby. A whole scene of Steve and Abby kissing invaded your mind. You shook the image out of your mind. You rather be friends then to hear his crushing words.

“Steve?” You stop him with your tone of voice. He look at you in shock., “Look, Whatever is going on between you and Abby, look, you don't have to explain. I understand.” You wave your hand around.

Steve's eyes brighten at the news. He stroll over to you so fast that you had your breath taken away. He stood merely inches away as you had to look up at him. The love struck Steve was a sight for sore eyes. He peck you so softly on the lips and that was it, you were floating on cloud nine. Until you were brought down by his voice.

“Y/N, you don't know how happy that makes me to hear you say that.” Steve's happy soak tone broke the straw for you. You force yourself to give him a hug. It was very weak as Steve scoop you into his arms. Steve drew back a bit but didn't released you from his grasp.

“What is it?” Instantly concern fill his eyes as he look you up and down.

You shook your head knowing damn well that you were speechless. You broke away from him only made his concern grow.

“I thought you would be happy about this?” He ask with so much disappointment that you had to turn around.

“I am, it's just...” Your shoulders and head dropped at the sound of her voice

“Steeeevvvveeee!” She bellow from her doorway. Steve gave out a weakening sigh as he reach out and grab your shoulders. He gave them a small squeeze. As he began to leave your eyes met. His blue ones right away gave you an apologetic look.

“I have to go see what she wants but hopeful everything calms down after I tell her.”

Your head shot up at him. But it was to late. Steve was already out the door. What did he mean by that? Why did he need your permission? You look around the room that was meant for Steve. You let yourself crash onto the bed. You lay there until you coincidently fell asleep.

Breaking glass brought you out of your sleep. You bolt to your secret hiding spot for your pistol. Then stealthy, you made it over to your door. Cracking it open, you relax once you saw that Sam was leaning in the door frame with a humours grin on his face.

You tuck the pistol back in its place before you ask Sam what was going on. The door creak open loudly as you step into the hall. Only to have to dodge a flower vase that was flying through the air.

“Watch out of the flying Projectiles!” Sam call over gleefully.

“What is going on?” You ask as you cross over to Sam's room. Abby appear in and out of the hall. Her blonde hair was whipping around wildly.

“Not sure but she start a screaming match about an half an hour ago.”

Suddenly Abby was out in the hall again. She was staring at the wall in front of her. You could see that she was trying to get her temper under control. What got her so anger? Your mind ask and it was Steve who answered. He came calmly out of her room. He stood behind her with patience and silence.

The tension of the between the two was overtaken the hallway.

“Why can't we just leave?” She finally spoke. Steve shoulder tension up.

“I told you why...” Steve voice grew stern again. You've been friends with Sam and Steve for a long time and knew that this was frustrated Steve.

“Because of her!” She sneer and turn her head in your direction.

Your heart skipped a beat as suddenly everyone was looking at you. What the hell? You want to shout. What did you do to gain her hatred? Your mind was in a whirlwind that you didn't notice that she was flying down the hall. She raise her fist and swung at you.

Your head only had time to compute what was going on a split second before her little fist slammed into your jawline. A loud high, piercing cry invade your ears and you where quick to open your eyes. Stepping back you were force back into reality.

Abby was clutching her fist with Sam standing near her. Steve came barrelling up the hallway.

“My hand is broken. She broke my hand, Stevie!” Everything in her sentence put your blood on boiling hot. You did not break her hand! She was a liar. Steve cradle her in his arms. You could feel the anger heating up your face. But all you could do was stand there and watch.

“Yea, it's broke. We are going to have to take her to the hospital.”

“No! I want Stevie to take me!” She cried into his shoulder. Steve look straight up into your eyes. Anger and disappointment wash over his face. The connect sent cold chills down your spine. No one has ever been this anger with you.

“Y/N...” He start out with a low voice.

And then it hits you. Steve thought that you really did hit her? You swallow back the words you were going to protest with but why bother? He chose her from the beginning. Shaking your head you remain wordless as Y/N sprint to your room. You had ignore the protest with Sam as you slam and lock the door.

Bum Bum Bum

Thanks for Reading

Love ya Kittens.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rodgers x reader #captain america #captain america x reader #captian america fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #avengers imagines #avenger imagines #avengers x reader #avengers x you

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broadwaytheanimatedseries · 7 years ago

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This new sanders fanfic idea is brought to you by

Scooby doo legend of the phantasuar.

Yup.

So it doesnt follow the story of the movie its just kind of inspired by it.

And this is all just the backstory so in case youre like "how is this at all like the movie??" Its not. Yet. It will be. Probably in the next post.

Imma call this fic "virgil kicks ass" for now and you'll see why when i actually get to the story.

So virgil spencer,remy picani, patton and thomas sanders are all childhood friends,born and raised in the same small town. Remy and patton left town for college while virgil and thomas stayed cuz change is scary. (Virgil is secretly worried that thomas held himself back so he wouldnt be alone but thomas actually had so many options he got overwhelmed and couldnt choose and staying home with virgil was just easier.) Remy went to juliard and patton went to west ontario. (Or Uwo for short. Yes im serious its on their page.) In juliard,remy met roman clark and the two immedietly bonded,so much that shortly after graduation,roman decided to move into remy's hometown,which he was going back to because he misses his besties. "I hope patty didnt decide to stay in canada." Remy had told him. "Dont get me wrong i love tom and worry to bits but they can be kind of a bummer...i try to help,really,i do! But im not as good at it as patton. They should really see a therapist about all that anxiety." Roman raised an eyebrow. "Remy,darling,isnt your dad a therapist?"

Remy nearly dropped his starbucks. "HOLY SHIT GURL, YOU ARE A GENIUS!!!" roman couldnt remember the last he had laughed so hard.

Meanwhile,in west ontario,patton met who he could only describe as the greatest gift to humanity,the most beautiful man in the world,his one true love,the list goes on and on he could actually describe logan wilson in many ways.

But never in a million years did he think he'd get to call him his boyfriend. They had been rooming together for nearly two months whaen he finally got the courage to ask him out. He realized that as soon as logan says no,he could stop torturing himself with the what ifs.

But then logan said yes.

Patton didnt even think it would last very long,eventually logan will get bored of him. But he was proven wrong again.

Figures. Logan loved proving people wrong. They were still very much together when they graduated and when patton decided to go back home logan was...nervous. seeing the loud,tough,strong,confident,brilliant,ridiculously handsome man of his dreams stumbling over his own words as he tries not to let his emotions get the better of him as he asked "will you stay in touch? I know long distance relationships are hard to maintain but,i truly think we can make it work. I care about you deeply,patton. I dont wanna give up on what we have." made butterflies flutter around in patton's stomach. "Oh loganberry,of course we'll stay in touch! There's nothing in the whole galaxy that could stop me from being with you." Patton giggled at how red logan's face was. "Well actually the galaxy is too vast to make such a claim without knowing the full extent of-" logan went on a space rant so patton grabbed him by the tie and silenced him with a kiss. Even though it was hardly their first,this one felt special in a way their other kisses were not. Things that tbey were too afraid or pridefull to say seemed to spill into this kiss,along with all their love for each other. This kiss wouldnt be their last,but it might be a while before they get to kiss again,so they both wanted to make sure the other would remember them.

(Thats it for now stay tuned for part 2 coming soon!)

#dee writes #sanders sides #virgil kicks ass #virgil kicks ass fic #scooby doo as inspiration #cuz y not?

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isabelslightwoodsss · 6 years ago

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Could you tell me about your new oc Joanna?

Ok so this is gonna be hella long tho. Under the cut are spoilers so if you don’t wanna know, don’t read it. Her faceclaim is Phoebe Tonkin!

Joanna Michaels is a S.H.I.E.L.D Agent with a high ranking but nobody truly know her story which lead to a lot of rumors. Joanna is truly one of the best and is really devoted to her job. Like, she had basically zero life because she’s living for it. Joanna pretty much want to help and protect and using her abilities for good, althought she can uses nasty/dirty/bad way to get her way. Jo’s very loyal to her friends and her ideals which can be hard cause she’s hella stubborn. Joanna is also overconfident and guarded to people. You can’t make her talk unless you can her trust or even when you do, you’ve fifty percent of chances to not having an answer. Joanna’s mentor is Nick Fury, kinda. He was one of the first to believe in her enough to shake her up. Basically, he’s the only one who tell Jo straight to her that she did some shits without being royally ignored. She believes in Fury more than anyone so his disappearance is kinda shaking her. Tony’s also one of his friend and they’re very alike althought Jo’s way wiser in some way. Tony trust Joanna and believes in her judgment cause he feels like she’s always been more altruist than him (which she don’t believe). Most of people are ?? in front of them cause she looks like a kiddo compared to him amd yet he actually listen to her??? Joanna’s other main relationship is with another ocs although not all details are decided. Sharon and Joanna are basically a bombass duo. Sharon is more a follower of the rules whereas Jo doesn’t mind to not follow all of them when necessary. Sharon stop Joanna’s stupid decision on mission (cause in the rush, Jo’s basically can act like a Tony tho) whereas Sharon is pushed by Joanna to take some independence. They’re like sisters, having each other back, and Sharon is actually the one who know Jo’s by heart and a strong support system. They’re basically besties as well partner. Joanna and Clint also are close. Both of them are sarcastic, sassy and a little bit stubborn so they’re like cat and dog. They bicker all the time but push the other to be better out of competition. Apart from Sharon (they’re rarely go to mission together in fact), Joanna is Clint’s partner since Natasha mostly go alone. They’re very strong together and efficient which is why SHIELD forgot about the damage they did. In the end of the die, Joanna and Clint are a duo, althought they don’t talk about everything, they trust each other and know they can count on each other. (She knows about the Bartons family and Clint gave her daughter the middle name of Joanna after she saved him from an ennemy allowing him to see his daughter at the hospital). Then there Steve Rogers which is little bit more complicated as well her family (more under the cut).

As for her love interest, I thought of Bucky cause I love him but also Joanna knows what it is to be in War, to risk her life. I think that she might suffer from PTSD (maybe after one of the Avengers, idk yet) so she get him. Joanna has this warm and relentless side for people she loves where she can offers them everything she had. I think that Bucky need that kind relationship where he’a got support and love but no pressure. Bucky could be the kind of guy to support Joanna, to help her to carry the weight on her shoulders but also how to deal with grief. Their relationship would have a rocky start but with CA:CW, they’ll start to see each other in another light. I also thought Joanna/Sam as a pairing. Joanna can be very pressured and tensed, as if she carried the world on her shoulder. Jo’s practically never rest for a very specific reason, Sam could honestly be amazed by how badass Joanna is but also his loyalty and faith in her belief. Sam could help her to loose a little, accept that she can’t do everything alone and be a support system/partner she wanted. They’d be the kind of couple to jokes around, goofing and being dork to help each other to loose a little. But they would also be confident and trustworthy of each other. (I’m biased cause I love Sam Wilson). Then there’s Thor but it would be a guilty pleasure tho.

Younger, Joanna already had abilities such as high stamina, agility, strength a little bit enhanced but scientist did other experiences which lead her to have new abilities. Joanna first star in the first Avengers as a member but also to check on different people since she knew few of them and how to deal with them. Like, Nick wants her to be the Glue tbh.

Now the spoilers! Joanna’s real name is Joanna Michaela Sarah Carter and later Rogers and she’s the daughter to Steve and Peggy. Her mother used to call her Joanie or Mica, her dad will call Jo, Joan or even Joanie. Stark, Clint and Sharon calls her Joey/Jo (little headcanon tbh) She inherited her middle name from her uncle, Michael and third name for Steve’s Mom.

Joanna was born months after Steve crashed and it was hard at first but soon enough accepted it. Joanna always admired her mom and the latter always told who her real father was. But she kept it secret cause her mother asked it (only SHIELD and Stark family knew it). She was raised by her Mom who taught her how to fight, her legacy, the SHIELD and her ideals but also her step-father who were pretty cool with her tbh. Like, he legit taught her a bunch of things and always supported even when she wanted to be in the SHIELD. Jo also have brothers she loves, kept her secret even now and they just loves each other more than anything (even if they’re old now). Joanna was practically trained all her life to be in SHIELD so when she was 21, Jo took her chances but it wasn’t easy at first. Either people would suck her boots because of her lineage or on the contrary being rude/unfair (especially from men/mysoginist) so when she had the chance, she participated in an unauthorised experience with a bunch of Agent. Thanks to her biology, she survives as well another on and became enhanced. At first, ppl weren’t happy but when they saw the benefit, they accepted Joanna fully but she always had a pressure/weight of legacy on her shoulders. But it didn’t meant she tried to be perfect, she tried her best but always noticed the eyes. So over the years, she created another person. Joanna Michaels, a regular Agent and Nick helped to hide the evidence.

Joanna and Peggy have this incredible bond tbh. Peggy always been proud of Joanna and the women she came to be. She knew she did well, she didn’t raised a perfect soldier but a woman ready to fight for those she loves. You’ll never find someone loving and admiring Peggy than Joanna Michael Sarah Carter and isn’t afraid to show it. So when Peggy developed Alzheimer, Joanna felt like she lost her mother and hated to see her like this. Peggy even forgot about Joanna sometimes, or Steve’s sacrifices or her sons which made Joanna sick cause she felt like Peggy Carter died and was lost. Her real death totally shake her up and Joanna loose it and channeling everything into chasing Zemo.

Joanna and Steve are also a piece of cake. All her life, Joanna admired Steve, she heard all those stories and he was basically a Knight for her. It was odd and it was surreal for her to know that Steve was her Dad. Steve never thought of having a child, and she knew it. So when he emerged, Joanna didn’t told him the truth and instead tried to distance herself for a lot of reasons. 1) She was afraid he didn’t want. He had a lot to assimilate, and having a kid — a grown kid — never were in his plans so ave was afraid of rejection. 2) She was afraid it would a disrespect of her adoptive father. 3) She was afraid to be disappointed. But when he learnt it, Steve is shaken, shocked and amazed by Joanna cause he could see Peggy in her but also himself. Honestly, they just have a natural relationship where they’re start learn about each other, getting closer and bonding. In the end, Joanna felt herself lucky because she had the chance to have two amazing fathers and that people she knew started to die so she should take every chances to not be alone/having a family. At the end, Steve had father instinct to her wanting to protect her, he love(d)s her more than anything and trust her more than anybody. They have these healthy relationship where they believed in each other, respect boundaries, wants to protect each but step up when the other is in real danger. Joanna and Steve’s pretty much aren’t afraid to call each other or disagree but still respect each other (and ofc, still oves each other)

#joanna asks #joanna michaels #i love her #she’s just my babe

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arrow-guy · 8 years ago

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Urgent Care part 2/(??)

A/N: Alright, since several people asked for a second part and I was hit with a bit of inspiration, we’ve got a second part of urgent care! I tried to continue with the civil war spin-off, so I hope you guys like it!!

Word Count: 2852

Warnings: None

Part 1

“How could I have let you rope me into staying?” I whine.

“Because you love me and I don’t want you to leave.” Natasha answers simply.

“Touche.”

“Why are you scowling like that, (Y/N)?” I look up, shielding my eyes against the sun with my hand to find Peggy standing a short ways off.

“What?”

“Don’t distract her, that’s her thinking face.” Natasha says, smirk firmly in place.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I grumble, folding my arms across my chest, leaning back against the tree behind me and pouting at the grass.

“Was there something you needed Ms. Carter?” Natasha asks, crossing her ankles.

“Steve is waiting for you in the hangar, (Y/N).” Peggy says, looking directly at me instead of Natasha.

“Oh shit, is it really that time already?”

“Have you not been paying attention to the time?”

“Well, based on the fact that I'm trying to ignore the fact that I'm still stuck in this compound, no. No I have not.” I haul myself to my feet and brush any bits of grass from my bum before turning towards the facility entrance. “Anything I should know before I head down there?”

“Anthony will not be joining you, if that's what you're fishing for.”

I heave a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”

Peggy snorts in derision and shakes her head. “Why the two of you can't get along, I'll never know.”

“It's because they're so incredibly alike that they can't come to any sort of compromise.” Natasha offers. “So, instead of trying to be friendly, they just butt heads at every single opportunity.”

“That might just be it, Ms. Romanoff.” Ms. Carter agrees, addressing Natasha formally. They've known each other for going on three weeks and they still insist upon referring to each other by their surnames. “You should go to the hangar. Steve doesn't like to be kept waiting.”

I nod once. “Alright, thank you for letting me know.”

Natasha and Peggy wave to me as I head down to the hangar.

It takes me about ten minutes to finally reach the hangar and locate the quinjet Steve decided to use. He's standing just inches away from the ramp, tapping almost angrily at the screen of the tablet in his hand.

“Careful,” I warn. “You might crack the screen jabbing at it like that.”

Steve’s shoulders jump slightly, the only indication that I was able to startle him. He slowly looks around before catching sight of me and smiling sheepishly. “About time you got here. I thought you were going to bail on me there for a bit.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t do that. I’d just make you wait till you decided to just leave without me and suddenly appear, as if out of nowhere, and scare the crap out of you.”

“It seems like you’ve already done that.”

I smirk at him. “I rest my case.”

Steve rolls his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Is there anything you have to grab before we leave?”

“Yeah, just a sec.” I turn away from him and cup my hands around my mouth. “HEY, FREDDY.”

“WHAT.” The response comes almost instantly.

“YOU STILL GOT THAT DUFFLE I GAVE YOU JUST IN CASE.”

“YEAH, WHY?”

“I NEED IT.”

“OKAY,” The hangar falls silent for a moment. “JUST GIMME A SEC TO FIND IT.”

“COOL, NO RUSH.”

“No rush?” Steve questions, one eyebrow arched questioningly.

“He literally only needs one second,” I say, holding out my hand in time to catch the handles of a brown, canvas duffle bag. “THANKS, MAN.”

“ANY TIME, (Y/N).”

“Who the hell is that?” Steve asks.

“That’s Freddy. He’s cool.” I answer, slinging the bag over my shoulder and heading into the quinjet.

“How did he do that?”

“He’s an inhuman, but he doesn’t want anyone knowing about it, okay? You tell anyone what you saw, and you won’t be able to move for a month.” I warn.

“How do you know then?”

“Well, it’s simple really. He and I were in the same room when a terrigen crystal fell on the floor and shattered. We went through the mists together.” I toss my bag onto a seat along the wall of the jet before turning around, hands on my hips, to face Steve. “He and I are well versed in the ways you Avengers types react to new people with powers. The only reason I was confident in you knowing what I could do is because I worked closely enough with you for you to know that I wouldn't misuse my gift. So, don't tell anyone, alright? The threat still stands.”

Steve holds up his hands in surrender and steps around me to reach the pilot's chair. “Wouldn't dream of it.”

“Good.” I nod resolutely and take my seat a short ways away from him. “Whaddaya think Bucharest is like this time of year?”

“Ma’am, have you seen this man before?” I ask the kind looking old woman manning a produce stand.

“Oh yes!” The woman answers happily. “In fact, he was just here a few hours ago! He buys produce from my sister and I every couple of days or so. Such a kind young man.” She blinks up at me a few times, her brows knitting together. “Is he in trouble?”

“Not at all! He helped out my friend a few years back and I was hoping I could thank him.”

“What a nice child you are. Please let him know I said hello!”

“I'll be sure to!”

I quickly cross the street to meet a poorly disguised Steve at a coffee cart.

“Any news?”

“Yes, you look like Steve Rogers in a baseball cap and aviators.” Steve scowls at me. “Aren’t they supposed teach you how to blend in in the army? Not even in S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

“(Y/N).” He says, his tone warning.

I roll my eyes and shove my hands in my pockets. “The nice old lady at the produce stand says she saw him a few hours ago. He's definitely here, I just don't know where he's staying.”

“Not even an approximate location?” I shake my head. “Didn't your contact give you any information?”

“I never asked for specifics, okay? I didn't think I'd be stuck with you on this mission. This was supposed to be a field trip for you and Wilson or whoever it is your besties with these days.”

“Well Sam’s not here, so I need your help with this.” Steve says gruffly. “Is there anyone else you could possibly find that might know where he is?”

I scowl at the ground, trying to think for a moment. “He's lost an arm, right?”

“Yes, his left one. Why?”

“Everyone has a different energy and, if I concentrate, I can see the shapes of their energies. His prosthetic should have a different signature than the rest of his body or, if we’re really lucky, it won’t have any signature at all.” Taking a knee, I press the palms of my hands flat against the rough concrete of the sidewalk.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m concentrating really, really hard.” I snap. “If you interrupt again, I’ll put you on your ass, and you know I can’t carry you back to the quinjet.”

Steve backs away from me, hands held out in surrender.

I take a deep breath and press my hands more firmly to the concrete, and close my eyes.

Slowly releasing the breath I was holding, I extend the reach of my power through the city, searching for Bucky’s unique energy signature.

It's easy to pinpoint several types of signatures right off the bat. Men, women and children are the easiest, followed by pregnant people, who have two energies mixed inside them. There are hundreds of thousands of people in this city and the sheer number of them is overwhelming.

In my search I see several amputees, all of them missing different limbs, some of them having lost more than one. Thankfully, there's only one signature that could be the man I'm looking for. Their energy is a silver blue that vacillates between dull and blindingly bright. A dull dark gray sits in the place where their left arm should be and I know I've found our man.

“I've got him.” I announce, pushing myself off the ground and brushing my hands off on my jeans.

“What?” Steve asks, dumbfounded.

“I said I found your boyfriend, Rogers.” A dark blush spreads across his cheeks.

“He's not my boyfriend.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and refuses to look at me.

“Really?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow.

“He's not!” He insists. I shake my head and he glares at me. “Can we please just go find him?”

I snort and nod once. “Yeah, sure, his apartment building is this way.” I say, jerking my thumb over my shoulder and turning on my heel, not bothering to wait for him before walking off.

We make it about five blocks before I have to stop and hone in on Bucky’s energy signature again. From what I can tell, we’re about a block and a half away from his building and he hasn’t moved much since I last checked on him, which seems a bit odd.

“You’re making a face,” Steve observes.

“Your friend hasn’t moved since I last checked in on him fifteen minutes ago.” My brow furrows. “Does that seem strange to you?”

“It does,” Steve’s eyes travel up the height of the apartment building. “What floor is he on?”

I squeeze my eyes shut and concentrate on Bucky’s energy. “Tenth Floor, second door off the staircase.”

Steve nods before walking off down the pavement, shoulders set, his pace quite fast.

I heave out a sigh and take off after him, having to jog just to keep up with him. At the pace Steve has set we make it to the apartment building in about five minutes.

Steve bursts through the door and hurtles up the stairs and I have to work to stay even just one flight behind him. Luckily enough I manage to tap into the energy I had stored up and take the stairs a two or three at a time, just barely managing to stay on his tail.

As soon as we hit the fifteenth floor, I put a hand on Steve’s chest to keep him from rushing into the room.

“What?” he hisses.

I hold a finger to my lips. “Someone else is in there with him.” I whisper. “They’re both throwing off weird energy.”

“What are we supposed to do?”

“You kick in the door, I’ll take out whoever’s in there. I won’t hurt Barnes, but I can’t make any promises about the other person.”

Steve nods before slamming his boot against the door just about where the deadbolt would be.

The door crashes open with such force that the door knob lodging in the drywall when it makes contact.

As soon as I’m through the door I see a stout blond man, red book in hand, reading off a list of what I can only assume is gibberish, until I see Bucky on his hands and knees on the floor, breathing heavily, teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut. The blond man then registers as a threat and I slap my hand against the back of his neck and tighten my grip, draining him of enough energy to cause him to pass out.

Once he’s crumpled to the floor I zip tie his hands and feet together before making my way over to Bucky who’s still on the floor taking deep gasping breaths, trying to calm himself.

I place a gentle hand on his shoulder only to have him whip his head to the side to look at me, his eyes wild. I can feel his heart racing, adrenaline coursing through his body, so I siphon off a little bit of the excess energy his body is throwing off in an attempt to calm him down. His shoulders almost immediately relax and the tension in his jaw loosens. When his breathing slows, I remove my hand from his shoulder, breaking the connection, and motion for Steve to come in.

Steve all but falls to his knees beside his friend, placing almost unsure hands on his shoulders. Bucky slowly lifts his head, his eyes dragging up Steve’s chest and over his face before meeting his eyes. Steve looks at him apprehensively, worry entirely evident in his body language.

“Steve?” Bucky croaks.

“Yeah, Buck, it’s me.” Steve says, eyes misting over. “Are you alright?”

“What-” His voice cracks and he has to stop and take a deep breath before he can continue. “What are you doing here?”

“I had to find you.” Steve says simply. “From what I can tell, it's a good thing we showed up when we did.” Bucky’s only response is a half-hearted smirk.

The man on the floor begins to stir and I place my hand on the floor, searching out his energy signature and draining a little bit of excess energy and causing him to pass out again.

“How… how did you do that?” Bucky asks.

“I’m an inhuman. I can manipulate stored energy.” His eyes widen in fear and I hold up my hands defensively. “I’m not dangerous, I promise. I work with him.” I say, nodding my head to Steve.

Steve nods in affirmation. “She mainly works in the medbay. She’s not going to do anything to hurt you.”

“Alright.” He says, still eyeing me warily.

“What did that guy want with you?” Steve asks. I shoot him a look filled with warning and he chooses to ignore it.

“I don’t know.” Bucky shakes his head. “I just know he had the red book and that he wanted to reactivate me. And before you ask, no, I don’t know why.”

Steve nods his head in acceptance. “Okay.”

Now that the crisis has been averted I look around the apartment. In all honesty, there isn’t much to look at.

There’s a small kitchen with outdated appliances, slightly cluttered countertops and an island separating it from the rest of the one room apartment. There’s a small pile of notebooks on top of the fridge with what looks to be candy bars surrounding the pile. A mattress with practically nothing on it sits in the corner and a small set of shelves sits a short ways away with a few cinder blocks next to it. What they’re they’re for, I’m not entirely sure I want to know.

“Why are you hiding here?” I ask, turning my eyes back to Bucky.

“I didn’t think anyone would look for me here. I guess I was wrong.” He answers. “How did you even find me?”

“A few Inhumans in the area contacted me when they found out that Steve was looking for you.” I fold my legs underneath me and place my hands on my thighs. “I had no idea I was going to be here, but I’m glad I was.”

“Thank you for stopping him.” Bucky nods to me, sitting back on his calves, his breathing having finally slowed to a normal pace.

“Speaking of,” I shuffle over to the unconscious man on the floor and pat him down, looking for any form of identification. It doesn’t take me long to find his wallet. “Says here is name is Helmut Zeemo. Military. He’s from… oh fuck me.”

“What?”

“Steve, he’s from Sokovia.” Flipping up one of the flaps in the wallet I find a family photo and my throat goes dry. “He had a family.”

“Do you think they were...” Steve trails off, looking at his hands. They’re trembling slightly. “Do you think they were there when the city came down?”

“Well… Didn’t Peggy say something about a bomb having been found at the UN when the Accords conference was set to happen?”

Steve stares at me blankly. “She did. Do you think this could have anything to do with that?”

“Steve, I realize you're blond, but I know you're not stupid.” He just gives me the same blank look and I roll my eyes. “Most of the team was supposed to be at the conference. If he blames the Avengers for his family's deaths, then it would make sense for him to try to take them out as revenge.”

“So you think that when he failed at the UN he tried to go after people we consider family?”

I nod. “And he went after Bucky because of his affiliation with Hydra.”

“What are you trying to say?” Bucky asks.

“She's saying that he wanted to use you to destroy the avengers and make it look like you did it of your own free will.” Steve answers. “As long as he's the only person who knows about that book, then it would appear as though you actually wanted to attack us instead of you being controlled.”

“Oh.” Bucky murmurs.

“One question, Mr. Barnes,”

“What would that be?”

“Would you consider returning to New York with us? For safety’s sake, of course.”

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part 3

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