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ttjisung · 5 months ago

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BABY l. jeno

camboy!lee jeno x fem!reader

in which jeno finds it easier to destress himself on stream, that is until you catch him

cw: MDNI! smut, unprotected sex, cumming inside, fingering, squirting, another haechan feature cause i want him lowkey, generally inappropriate things lol idk how else to describe it! this wasn't proof read so beware of spelling mistakes (wc: 3k)

If you were to be asked, you’d confidently describe your relationship with Lee Jeno as trustworthy – loyal, even. Yet the truth was that Jeno had a secret he had been keeping for years now, one so outlandish it sounds straight out of a girl’s wet dream. It wasn’t that he thought you’d judge him, he just worried you’d ask him the origins of his secret, and he’d have to explain that it became his channel to take out some stress because of you.

Jeno’s secret was simple and straightforward – for the past year or two, he’d hide out at his apartment every weekend alone, turning on his web-camera and becoming a new identity. He hated calling himself a camboy, seeing it as an impeachment on his own self. Camboy felt too official, he was just a horny young adult looking for a way to let it out. That being said, what complicated the situation was that you were the cause of his need to do so. All of the times you’d compliment him after he’d send a workout selfie, so oblivious to the gym roleplay he’d act out later on, wishing his hand was you in tight shorts and a sports bra. Even something so innocent as saying his hair was cute had him thrusting into his palm and pulling on his own hair in the late hours, acting like it was you in front of him, instead of the hundreds of nameless accounts that would flood his chat.

Jeno swore he’d get away with his little double-life, knowing you’d be caught in a grave before HotLonelyStuds. That’s why his own world came crashing down on himself during a hangout, when Lee Haechan approached him privately, an evil grin on his obnoxious face. “I have a confession.” The way he stated it seemed genuine, yet the way his eyes glinted towards the older male let him know his intentions were anything but.

“Go ahead.” “Head? I’m sure that’s what you want, Dr. Lee.” Jeno’s heart dropped at the implication behind the sentence, way too specific to pass as a normal sexual innuendo. It was only when Haechan opened his phone up to his Twitter likes, already flooded with several homemade pornos, pointing out the most recent. Jeno wasn’t even aware that people were reuploading his clips – he swore it was a privacy breach, not allowed on the website he used. He recognized the specific stream, a night where he felt particularly needy. You had told him about a physical you received at your latest doctors’ appointment, and his fantasies ran wild. Admittedly, it wasn’t normal to feel so horny because of something so simple, yet as soon as he imagined himself on top of you, stripping you slowly on a patient’s bed, there was no going back. Albeit weird, he swore there was nothing special about the clip until Haechan clicked on it, of course he did.

“Fuck… Need you so bad, baby. Let Dr. Lee take care of you.” Jeno’s voice was hoarse, ringing from above as his camera panned down to his cock that was already out of his white dress pants and leaking in his hand. He flicked his wrist gently, agonizingly slow, taking his time and imagining it was your small, delicate hand instead. In his daze, his thumb unconsciously ran over his tip, forcing a gasp out of his throat, alongside an uncontrolled small whisper of your name. The whisper was so light, it could easily be played off as an incoherent moan to anyone else, yet Haechan (who swore up and down that Jeno was in love with you) begged to differ.

“Why did you even watch all of it to find that out, perv.” Jeno’s first response was defense, trying to play it off and even pass the shame onto Haechan. What he should’ve taken into account was that if there was one word to describe the male, it’d be shameless. “Eh, ‘was bored. What matters here is you, Dr. Lee, and your infatuation with a little someone-”

“Who?” You spoke up behind the two, frowning at the way Haechan jumped up and immediately turned his phone off. “Hey, I wanna see.” You whined, saddened at the fact that you were out of the loop. “It was porn.” Haechan was quick to yell out, patting Jeno on the back and rushing back into the living room.

“Were you actually watching that stuff, Jen? I don’t care but like… You told me you don’t.” The disdain in your voice assured Jeno about one thing – you could never know the truth. Not only would it freak you out, he felt as though you’d be offended that he’s been lying to you about how truly sexual he is. Being the only two of your friend group that didn’t continuously sleep around, you felt even more connected with him when he’d back you up, telling you it’s normal to be reserved at your age; making you think he relates, when the truth was that as soon as you’d go home and his lights would turn off, his camera would turn on.

“No, of course not baby. He was just being weird.” The way the familiar nickname rolled out of his mouth smoothly assured you, and you simply nodded with a small grin. “What were you up to before Hyuck flashed you?” You giggled at your own word choice, moving away from Jeno to open the fridge. “Not much, ‘was honestly waiting for you to realize I was gone and look for me.” For some reason, an unusual feeling of unease washed over him at your reaction to his words. You took it lightly, like you take everything. No matter how shamelessly he’d flirt with you, you’d always just smile and look away until the conversation would stray elsewhere. He was sick of acting like it didn’t affect him to see you dismiss him so easily, yet he supposed it was partly his fault, as he never clarified that he meant what he said – you probably just assumed he didn’t.

“Wanna escape to my place? I’m honestly a bit bored.” Jeno wasn’t bored, he just wanted you all to himself, truthfully. “Sorry, Jen. I have a paper due tomorrow and I’m only halfway done. I was about to head out. Maybe another time?” He simply nodded, masking his disappointment with a shaky breath. Embarrassed from your reoccuring denial, he decided he’d go home anyway. He had a new idea for a stream anyway, one that projected your relationship as loudly as the rest. It never hurts to do an extra video or two, knowing the pocket change he’d make could serve to take you out for a pastry.

Tonight, the roles were reversed on HotLonelyStuds, as Jeno’s hand stroked himself quickly, moaning at the sensation. “Take it, fuck. Take it all. Rejecting me when you know you want me? Could’ve been us right now, baby.” His words were muffled, his teeth gritting in an unnaturally stressed way as his other hand reached his throat, pressing harshly. This stream was particularly rough, and although he’d refuse, Jeno knew the true reasoning behind his labored actions. He knew the truth was that he was sick of you ignoring him, when he was always there. Every time you’d complain about your lack of experience, every time you’d cry to him about feeling immature, he wanted to scream in your face that he’s right here! He always has been right there, pliant and willing to help you overcome your inexperience.

The frustration built more and more, and before Jeno knew it he had come twice, painting his already covered abs white. On his third, he was too immersed to notice the familiar jingle of your spare key – the one he had given you as soon as he moved into his new apartment, letting you know you were welcome any time.

Clearly, that might’ve not been the case as a loud gasp escaped you. Not bothering to knock on Jeno’s bedroom door, not even having heard his loud groans, you were welcomed with the sight of his heavy dick in his hands, upper body completely bare. Jeno’s eyes were held shut with pleasure until he recognized a stream of light on him that hadn’t been there before, the buzz of his hallway lamp amplifying the already-deafening silence that the two of you shared as you finally made eye contact. In shock, Jeno couldn’t bring himself to cover up. It wasn’t until you shrieked and ran out of the room that he pulled his pants back up, shutting the stream off with no explanation and running after you.

“Baby… I swear it’s not what you think-” “I know what I saw, Jen…” Your frown was making him panic, and he felt tears brimming in his eyes at your words. He was so fucked. “I just… Why didn’t you tell me? You know I don’t care-” “That’s the problem!” Sick of ignoring the obvious, he moved next to you, holding both your wrists in desperation. “You never care. Fuck, you don’t even care right now that you saw my dick out. Even less, that it was because of you.” His words sparked confusion in you, understanding what he was saying but refusing to believe what he insinuated. Surely, Lee Jeno hadn’t been fucking himself in front of a camera because of you. How would that even work?

“I don’t even care anymore, either, Y/n. Don’t care that you caught me, because maybe at least for those three seconds that you saw me, you might’ve had a small part of you in your head saying it’s hot.” “I don’t get it, Jen.” “Yes, you do.”

It wasn’t until you felt Jeno’s breath on your face that you realized how close he had truly gotten, and it was only when he grabbed your wrists that you realized, maybe it doesn’t feel so bad to be held by him like that.

Against your better judgement, your next action was brash as you cupped his face, pulling him in towards yours. The kiss was messy, Jeno’s teeth biting your lips until they began to feel sore. His arm snaked behind your back, lessening the space between you until there was nothing. “Gonna show you what I’ve been doing, baby. All for you.” “W-wait, Jen.” Before he could even push you onto the couch behind you, you pulled away. With every step you took, Jeno’s heart broke more, and his anger grew. Who were you to kiss him, and then reject him not even a minute later?

In his fury, Jeno failed to realize what you were truly doing until your hand found his and you led him back to his room. His mind became foggy once he saw you approach his computer, searching for something. “Where is it, Jen?” “Where’s what, baby?” “The camera.” At your words, his eyes widened. There was no way you were really doing what he thought you were doing. There was no way you were going to let him fuck you in front of his viewers.

Feeling as though the opportunity would pass at any second, Jeno jumped up quickly, gently pushing you aside to open the website and program the webcam to turn on. Soon after, the red flickering light on his computer confirmed the fact that it was on, and his hands were back on you, sliding down towards the back of your thighs and pulling you onto him.

The kiss grew heavy once more, Jeno so focused that he didn’t even give context to his viewers who had never seen him with another girl before. Had he read the chat though, he’d be pleasantly surprised to see the positive feedback. Maybe he would’ve even seen Haechan’s texts that were flooding his phone. WTF? I TOLD YOU, YOU WHORE, that quickly progressed into encouragement, fuckk dude, lift her shirt up a bit, always wanted to see her pretty tits.

Unknowingly, Jeno fed into Haechan’s perversions as he also grew tired of the fabric holding you back from him. His big hands held onto your waist before lifting you up and turning you around, so you’d be sitting on his lap facing towards the camera instead of him. The light whimpers you’d let out at his every move gained traction from the chat, who were now spamming comments asking Jeno to fuck the shit out of you. Well, who was he to deny his fans?

You felt Jeno’s lips attach to your neck, as well as his long fingers slipping under your shirt, cupping your bare tits. He hated the fact that you never wore a bra near him, leaving little to his imagination when he wasn’t allowed to touch you. A shit-eating grin replaced his focused expression as he heard your breath hitch when he finally pinched your nipple, stopping for a second to effortlessly rip your shirt off over your head. Now exposed and riddled with goosebumps, Jeno sucked harder, leaving blemishes and marks all over your shoulder. His hands tweaked each nipple, pulling harder to draw more reactions from you.

This time, instead of a gasp, you simply grinded down on him out of instinct, the feeling finally pulling a moan from Jeno’s own throat. His chest still bare from when you had walked in on him earlier, pressed against your back as he held you close, pulling your little shorts off alongside your panties in one swift move.

You were embarrassingly wet, hating yet loving the way Jeno stared at you through the screen of his own computer. He watched you with hunger in his eyes, as if he was going to devour you, and the worst part is that you began to like the idea.

Your eyes shut close as you felt his fingers run down your slit, wetting them before he bullied two into you at once. You winced from the pain, not having time to recover before Jeno was thrusting in and out of you. His frustrations escaping him in the form of passion as his other hand planted gentle circles to your clit. Your cunt began to clench around him, a pit in your stomach forming as you let out moan after moan. It was only when he added another finger that you squirmed, the pit fully dropping. The shock on Jeno’s face was evident as a clear liquid covered both you and him once you came. Never in his life would he have expected you to squirt. He didn’t let out though, continuing to thrust his fingers in you until you fully rode out your high, clawing at his hands from the overstimulation.

Although he stopped, the breath you were catching got stuck in your throat once you felt something much larger than his fingers prodding at your cunt. He was big – honestly not a shock to you, who always heard him brag to the rest of your friends before he swore celibacy in solidation with you. Nothing could prepare you for the feeling of his tip pulsing in you, or his strong arms wrapping around you to hold your inner thighs, spreading you out to the camera, full pussy on display.

Hearing your gasps, Jeno stopped to let you adjust, yet it didn’t last long as you clenched around him. Albeit slower than he wanted to, he entered inch by inch until his cock was fully enveloped by your heat. You felt so good, how he knew you would.

“‘Gonna move now, baby. Hold on to me.” You nodded although your eyes were painfully squeezing close. Jeno couldn’t take the slow pace as he thrusted in and out gently, and you granted his wish as you looked up towards his direction. “Y-you can move, Jen.” His moan was loud as he finally bottomed out, not nearly in as much control over his actions as he was before.

As soon as your pained whimpers shifted to soft gasps, he finally sped up, holding onto your thighs with a bruising grip. His moans were muffled as he whined into your neck. You felt every ridge and vein on his cock, stuffed deep inside of your cunt. Looking at the computer’s display, you felt yourself clench even more at the sight. With a clear view of Jeno’s face, the way he bit his lip and shut his eyes, you felt closer than ever. Jeno was close behind, not being able to take the tight squeeze you had around him anymore.

His pace fastened, thrusting up into you, pistoling in and out with desperation. “So good, fuck baby. You’re squeezing me so tight, ‘wanted this as bad as me?” Your fucked out face was evident as you simply nodded your head, eyes rolling up into your head. With one more hard thrust, you came once more, followed quickly by him. The feeling of his spent shooting inside of you fogged your mind up, and you had to clamp a hand to your mouth to silence yourself.

Regaining his breath, he lifted you until his dick was fully out of you, laying you comfortably aside before standing up and approaching his laptop. Waving with a successful grin on his face, he shut the computer off. Putting on the nearest boxers on his bed, his next destination was the bathroom, where he gathered a warm wet towel to clean you up.

You weren’t asleep per se, when he came back, yet your refusal to open your eyes accompanied by your lack of speech told Jeno that you were too exhausted to function, so he let you lay down. In truth, he always dreamed of spoiling you, taking care of you after fucking you to sleep. The only indicator that you were still awake was the small squeeze you gave his hand when he laid behind you, swelling his heart with several emotions. The moment was perfect, one that would forever be remembered in his head as heaven, until he picked his phone up to check the time.

Can’t believe she squirted… screen recorded all that by the way dude, never thought I’d be so turned on watching you both lol

Jeno didn’t think twice before blocking Haechan’s contact, putting his phone down and cuddling back into you.

a/n: haiii guys i just realized i haven't made anything about jeno yet and ugh i was watching the poison track video he looks so goodddd that look is what i had in mind while making this i hope you guys enjoy :3

#nct x reader #nct #nct dream #nct dream x reader #lee jeno #lee jeno x reader #lee jeno smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #jeno smut #jeno x reader

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blakellyl · 1 month ago

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About Sentry, Void and what they're really like

Sentry, Void and Bob are all the same, they have the same traumas, fears, self-doubts and insecurities, because they are one person. The only difference is that Sentry has powers (he is Bob’s mania; mania – feeling that you can do anything; this feeling + serum = Sentry, who bc of the serum actually can do anything. That’s the only thing he’s confident in – his invincibility, his superpowers, that will allow him to do whatever he wants, because that’s what he is, but that’s it (!), because he’s still Bob). And then there is Void, who’s about absolute loneliness and hopelessness.

Some may be confused by the way they talk about each other, as if they’re separate personalities (for example, Bob calling Void "it", Sentry saying to Val "it's not Robert you need to be afraid of" and when John calls him Bobby, corrects him by saying "you can call me Sentry", Bob not remembering anything (at first) after Sentry or Void take over, or how Void was talking to Bob at the end), SO I’m adding what i wrote in other posts here:

THEY separate themselves from each other, of course they do, they are not his normal self, they are his mental disorder.

A bit more about it:

Bob has mental illnesses inherited from his mother and his own (as a result of a terrible life). The main one is bipolar, almost certainly passed down from his mom.

After he was injected with the serum it was like his bipolar was pumped with the strongest steroids and now his mental illness exists beyond human levels, as Sentry and Void (Mel talked about this, that give a serum to someone like Bob and who knows what will happen. Well now we know).

Moving on to the next one:

the key moment that a lot of people don’t seem to understand: they have never known love or care, never had a single person who was even a little worried about them or genuinely cared for them. They have zero confidence that anyone will ever need them, even more than that, they are sure of the opposite. They are very traumatized, all of them, they suffer exactly the same, because they are one.

I didn't think it was necessary to write about it because it's literally shown in every scene, but I'm shocked at how many people didn't get it at all, so.

With Bob himself, I think it's all clear to everyone, thankfully.

About Void:

He repeats throughout the movie that they (Bob/Sentry/Void) will always be alone, he says this to both Bob and Yelena (even though she hugs Bob at this moment, and yet)

He also says "you think they care about you? you don’t matter to anyone" and "the most shameful thing of all is thinking you could be anything more than nothing".

For him, there is no hope. He doesn't believe anyone will ever stay with them because all their life no one ever did, everyone always left/betrayed/hurt them. He also doesn’t believe that they’ll ever be worth anything at all, that they’ll be anything at all to anyone. The way he keeps confidently repeating that they will always be alone shows that he has given up hope that someone will ever truly love them (and that’s how he’s supposed to be, he’s Bob’s darkest thoughts and fears). He's not a mystical tough guy as a lot of people love to portray. He's a severe depression (literally), an absolute hopeless loneliness (and it’s obvious, it’s all in his name).

About Sentry:

(and all the times we're shown that it's literally just Bob with powers)

1) Desire to be praised and loved

The first person who says a kind word to him, tells him that he is worth something, he immediately follows that person and does whatever he is told, even though he is not sure that he wants to. He does it to please, to be useful, finally believing in himself because of her and wanting to prove her right.

2) Kindness

Him being kind to those who he'd known for a couple days at most, and not even through his “own eyes”.

He listens to Valentina, even when she says she plans to use him so she won't be impeached. He's okay with that. Until she gives him the order to kill the bolts. He doesn't want to do that, even though this is the first time he's interacted with them himself, only having seen them through “Bob's eyes”. He doesn't want to hurt them, and he tells them that. He offers them to surrender and he offers it sincerely, smiling awkwardly and shrugging his shoulders, nodding a little at the thought that it's a good suggestion:

He doesn't even attack them; it's Alexei who jumps on him first, screaming.

And even when they come at him with knives and bullets, he just pushes John, Yelena and Ava away most of the time (he doesn't know Bucky and Alexei, so it's different with them).

All of that screams in everyone’s faces that he's not "I'm going to kill everyone, I'm so badass" (like some people hilariously think) but that he won’t really hurt anyone who isn't a threat to him (even if they kinda tried to hurt him, but he knows their intentions, so he’s not upset with them). He calmly and kindly asked them to surrender, again because he's trying to please Valentina, but also because he didn’t want to fight them (just because Bob knew them for a day and they helped him).

3) Insecurity

As soon as the guys don't even ridicule him, but just ask him what's wrong with his hair and the way he looks, he can't leave this topic alone, he gets all worked up, saying he doesn't like it, even though Valentina tells him to leave it alone and not to let other people's words affect him.

It shows that his giant ego is only related to his great strength, but he has no self-confidence in anything else.

4) The realization that yet another person is trying to tell him how to live and what to do:

To her "you need to do what i say" he simply asks why.

He thought they were going to act as a team, but it turns out they want to put a leash on him, and he won't let that happen. He's part of Bob, and Bob has lived his whole life under someone else's commands and orders.

Sentry is also honestly tells her that she doesn't know what he's capable of, and he's right, she doesn't.

That’s the only thing he’s so sure of, his strength. (again, ironically, because of her).

5) People betraying and hurting Bob (+Sentry/Void) all his life

This scene breaks my heart every fucking time.

When she reaches for the button to kill him.

Kill him because she doesn't care, like all the others before her.

Look at his face when he realized what she wanted to do.

And his words after, "You were gonna turn on me, just like the rest of them"

And that says EVERYTHING about Sentry (and Bob, and Void). About all of them and their severe trauma.

They want at least one person in their life who won't betray them or try to hurt them.

Sentry started listening to Valentina when she, again, only said a few kind words to him. He obediently did what she told him to do, even though he didn't want to, all so that someone would stand by him and tell him he was worth something.

And it ended just like so many times before in Bob’s life – no one cared about him as a person and about what he wanted.

All of Bob, all sides of him, want someone for the first time in their life to be there for them, support them and see their worth.

And the further it goes, the worse it gets:

Bob is hopeful, even though there’s so much pain and sadness in him.

Sentry is hopeful too, but there's an aggression in him when faced with attempts to trick him, to manipulate him again.

and Void – no hope at all.

And lastly, I'll add:

when Sentry becomes close to the bolts just as Bob is (as his normal self, not in his mania state), he will be ready to kill anyone for them and to die himself (which thankfully is almost impossible).

Everyone’s screaming that Bob is a sweetheart, but so is Sentry (and so is Void). And that’s a fact, that’s one human being.

They all want to be loved and understood and to matter to someone.

again quoting Florence Pugh

Bob – cute and sad

Sentry – trying and traumatized

and I’ll add from myself

Void – beyond depressed and hopeless

and I love all of them, all of Bob, very very much

#bob reynolds #robert reynolds #sentry #void #thunderbolts #thunderbolts*#edited a bit 🤏🏻#just to add some things #bob thunderbolts #sentryagent #voidwalker #lewis pullman #mcu #marvel

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ofstarsandvibranium · 2 months ago

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Job Transfer

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You're Representative Bucky Barnes' personal assistant. However, after a certain turn of events, you may need to start looking for a new job.

WARNING: THUNDERBOLTS SPOILERS!

You walk beside Bucky, hand resting in the crook of his arm. Your floor length dress swishing around your ankles with every step.

You feel a little out of place being here, especially considering that Bucky is trying to get evidence on Valentina to get her impeached.

You, technically didn’t have to be there. As Bucky’s assistant, it wasn’t required of you to be there, but Bucky needed extra eyes and ears.

Bucky leans in and murmurs, “You’ll be fine,” he clears his throat, “Don’t think too hard about it. Just see if you catch anything, if not, at least enjoy yourself.” As a server passes, he grabs a flute of champagne and offers it to you.

“Thank you,” you give him a small, grateful smile. You sip the champagne and try not to feel a little out of place.

“You look beautiful, by the way,” Bucky says, “Well, you always look beautiful, but even more beautiful now.”

“Thank you,” you run a hand down the dress to smooth it out as the both of you walk around the venue. A fluttering sensation settles in your chest, a feeling you’ve become familiar with any time Bucky compliments you or looks at you a second too long.

You interrupt the comforting silence between you, “Shall I leave you to the wolves?”

He sighs, “If you must,” he lets you slip out of his arm and wander off. He keeps a careful eye on you until he spots Valentina.

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Congressman Jones was droning on and on about where he was during the alien invasion of 2012, when Bucky approaches you, “Pardon me, Senator Jones, I need to speak with my assistant for a moment.”

“Of course! You two enjoy the rest of your night,” the older gentleman heads in another direction while Bucky tugs on your hand.

“Something wrong?”

“No. I just spoke with Valentina’s assistant. Her loyalty is waning, so I think we have a good chance with her.”

“Did you give her your card?”

“I did. Good thinking on making me carry those.”

You snort, “Well I’m not always with you, so it’s best to carry some of your own.” You playfully nudge him and he chuckles.

“Oh, Congressman’s Gary is coming this way,” you murmur, nodding in the other direction.

You stand to the side as Bucky pulls the congressman into the alcove and they discuss the next steps of taking down Valentina.

“Packets?” Bucky confusedly looks at Congressman Gary, then at you.

You sigh, “I set them on your desk yesterday.” You give him a stern look because Bucky has a habit of not reading documents as soon as they’re given to him.

“Read the packets, Bucky,” Congressman Gary murmurs before departing.

When the congressman is gone, Bucky runs his metal hand through his hair, “Wanna grab something to eat?”

“Yes, please.” You follow him out of the venue and to the valet. He helps you into the passenger seat and then hops into the driver seat.

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“You’re resigning?” You look at Bucky with surprise written all over your face, “Wh-Why?”

“I thought I could make a difference through politics, be able to change the system, but…” he shakes his head, “I can’t just sit by and wait for the evidence to come to me. I’m going to catch Valentina and get her impeached one way or another.”

“So I should probably start looking for a new job?”

“I-not necessarily. I mean, I could always use your help for other things. Wait, that didn’t sound right. I-“

You chuckle, “Bucky, it’s fine,” you place a hand on his chest, “Relax.” You see his eyes soften at you and you pull away with a clear of your throat, “If you still want me as your personal assistant, I’d be happy to continue working with you. If not, it’s okay.”

“I want you with me, but…maybe not as my assistant?”

“What’re you saying?”

He steps closer to you and places his hands on your hips, “I’m saying maybe after I get this done, you’ll go on a date with me?”

“As long as you come back in one piece, then yes.”

Bucky smiles brightly at you, “Great.”

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“You resign from Congress and become an Avenger a few days later? What on Earth happened while you were away?” You ask as Bucky enters your home, bouquet in hand.

“…so much. But I’ll tell you at dinner,” he hands you the bouquet with a soft smile.

You accept the flowers and give him a smirk, “Better be a good story, Barnes, or I might cut our date short!”

“Trust me, sweetheart, it’s definitely an interesting story.”

#Bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky imagine #Bucky Barnes imagine #thunderbolts spoilers #thunderbolts

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humming-fly · 2 months ago

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Good News for 4/20

My daily call reminder for everyone today includes some recent good news courtesy of this reddit post, which I've just copypasted wholesale for everyone over here to enjoy!

Resistance

crosswalks in Seattle were hacked to play AI audio of Jeff Bezos asking not to tax the rich, in reference to Washington’s regressive tax structure

crosswalks in Palo Alto were hacked to play AI audio of Elon talking about be being a friendless loser

A constituent at Marjorie Taylor Green’s town hall called her a “butch body bigot”

Constituents at Chuck Grassley’s town hall demanded they get Kilmar Abrego Garcia out of El Salvador (this was in IOWA, and was mostly older white people)

5 Calls posted that people are averaging 50 calls a minute to representatives via the app, specifically about Kilmar and CECOT

Posters went up around Philadelphia just before 4/15 about Elon and his companies not paying taxes

Protesters showed up outside a courthouse in Vermont in support of Rumeysa Ozturk during her detention hearing

People travelled from all over Missouri to speak out in opposition of a proposed abortion ban during a committee hearing

Home Alone 2 director wants to cut Trump’s cameo out of the movie

Attorneys in the solicitor general’s office of the DOJ are resigning

A group of current and former Big Law attorneys are organizing to fight back against the administration’s attacks on law firms

More associates have quit law firms that capitulated to Trump

Harvard refused to comply with Trump’s demands, despite losing billions in federal funding

Protesters marched to Fetterman’s Philadelphia office demanding he hold in person town halls

Universities are creating NATO-like alliances of “mutual defense compacts”, where they’d all support and defend each other if Trump attacks one

Farmers in Maine had a tractor “parade” to protest USDA cuts

Boise city hall is continuing to have their pride flag up despite a new Idaho state law banning pride flags on government property

Republicans breaking ranks

Mark Kelly said republicans will start to distance themselves from Trump and speak out against his policies, that they’re saying things in private they won’t say publicly

Lisa Murkowski heavily criticized Trump’s policies during a nonprofit leadership summit, also said there’s a “growing number of republicans” opposing Medicaid cuts

12 house republicans signed a letter to Mike Johnson saying they won’t vote for a final budget reconciliation bill that cuts Medicaid

17 republicans in the Montana state senate joined democrats to block an anti-trans bill that would have made it a felony for an adult to help trans kids under 16 access gender affirming medical care

The Libertarian Party of Travis County, TX passed a resolution calling for Trump to be impeached

Dems doing stuff

Chris Van Hollen went to El Salvador to put eyes on Kilmar Abrego Garcia and attempt to negotiate his release. After being denied access to CECOT or even a phone call on Wednesday, he was able to meet with Kilmar on Thursday

Robert Garcia and Maxwell Frost are trying to get a congressional delegation authorized to travel to El Salvador

Cory Booker, Maxine Dexter, Yassamin Ansari, and Mark Desaulnier have all said (separately) they plan to travel to El Salvador

Chuck Schumer is blocking Trump’s nominees for federal prosecutors in NY—this is different than when senators put holds on cabinet nominees and this would completely block the appointments instead of just slow them down

Becca Balint Led 67 House Colleagues in Demanding Answers from DHS and the State Department on Mohsen Mahdawi’s Arrest

Elizabeth Warren and Melanie Stansbury introduced a bill to create stronger ethics rules and crack down on conflicts of interest for special government employees

Sarah McBride forced the Trump admin to reverse course on slashing a manufacturing support program in Delaware

Sean Casten held a town hall in the deepest red district in Illinois

Democrats have identified 35 vulnerable republican house seats to target in the midterms

Texas state representative John Bucy introduced a bill to expand online voter registration

Kathy Hochul supported a law passed by NYC city council to shift payment of broker fees from renters to landlords, after the Real Estate Board of NY sued the city to block it

Tony Evers locked in an increase in public school funding in Wisconsin for 400 years, the state Supreme Court backed it up

Janet Mills refused to comply with Trump’s orders on banning transgender athletes, said “I’m happy to go to court”

Illinois house democrats advanced legislation to require public colleges and universities to provide reproductive health care services to students

Jared Polis signed the Protecting the Freedom to Marry Act, protecting every Coloradan’s right to marry who they love

Nevada democrats introduced legislation to help the state hire federal workers fired by Trump and Elon

Wes Moore signed legislation aimed at connecting laid-off federal health care workers with jobs

NC AG Jeff Jackson sued property management companies over using RealPage to set and inflate rents, the second largest one settled and agreed to stop using it

Legal stuff

A lawsuit was filed against the DoD on behalf of students at schools on military bases, stating that book removals and curriculum changes violate their first amendment rights

Gavin Newsom is suing Trump over tariffs

Newsom is planning to sue Trump over the dismantling of Americorp

Judge Boasberg finds “probable cause” to hold Trump admin in contempt over Alien Enemies Act deportations

Judge Xinis ordered two weeks of discovery in the Abrego Garcia case, including depositions of the four officials who signed affidavits, and doesn’t rule out holding them in contempt

An appeals court denied the Trump administration’s attempt to appeal the order from Judge Xinis to facilitate the return of Kilmar Abrego Garcia

A former Wisconsin Supreme Court justice had his law license suspended for 3 years for violating professional conduct rules during a probe of the 2020 presidential vote

A group of small businesses is suing Trump over the tariffs, arguing they’re illegal under the IEEPA

A judge blocked Trump’s EO targeting law firm Susman Godfrey

Appeals court blocked the ban on trans military service members

Supreme Court temporarily blocked deportations under the Alien Enemies Act

A court denied the administration’s attempt to appeal an order mandating officials’ depositions about Kilmar’s deportation

A judge blocked the administration from enacting a policy that bans the use of “X” gender markers on passports

Foreign students are suing DHS over their visas being terminated

A federal judge blocked the Department of Energy from cutting over $400M in research funds to universities

A judge blocked the EPA from withholding billions in funds from clean energy programs

An Idaho judge ruled to broaden medical exceptions to the state’s abortion bans

Misc

Trump’s approval rating among independents is -22, the lowest ever for this point in a presidency

Three pentagon officials have been suspended in a leak investigation

Spokane, WA city council is proposing an ordinance that would include Two-Spirit people in the city’s human rights code, double up on state shield protections and ensure city employees’ insurance covers gender-affirming and reproductive healthcare

David Hogg (DNC vice chair) is planning to spend $20M funding primary challengers against sitting House members in safe blue districts who aren’t fighting hard enough

Florida lawmakers unanimously approved making medical marijuana cards free for veterans

Run For Something reported that over 200,000 people have signed up with them to run for office since 2017, and they’re currently averaging 500 new signups a day

National Republican Senatorial Committee is warning republicans that democrats are out-fundraising them

Six men in Coeur d’Alene, ID have been charged after dragging Teresa Borrenpohl out of a town hall in February

Mike Lindell (MyPillow guy) cried to a judge that he was “in ruins” and had no money after refusing to pay sanctions to Smartmatic

Portland city council unanimously voted to grant an appeal to stop a Portland General Electric project that would cut down 397 trees in Forest Park to build power lines

Unions form pro bono legal network for federal workers targeted by Trump

Funding was extended for the Common Vulnerabilities and Exposures database (cybersecurity)

Democrats are more trusted on the economy than republicans for the first time in years

The FDA granted fast track status to a bird flu vaccine

Dems won against Maga candidates in the Newark school board election

Labor union reps in Utah got twice the required number of signatures to get a referendum on the ballot to repeal a recent bill that ended collective bargaining

Washington state senate passed a bill that would require insurance companies to cover a 12-month supply of hormone replacement therapy at a time

Betty Martinez Franco became the first Latina elected to Irvine city council. She came to the US as an undocumented immigrant and has since become a citizen, gotten a masters degree, started a PR agency, and is now elected to city council

Elon’s L’s

Elon dropped DOGE’s savings goal from $2T to $150B—less than 10% of the original goal

Elon was outed as dm’ing women he’d never met and offering to impregnate them, shortly after that he announced he was deactivating twitter’s dm feature

Elon’s meeting at the Pentagon on China was stopped by Trump (“what the fuck is Elon doing there? Make sure he doesn’t go”)

#daily calls #good news #hope everyone has a happy holiday and/or happy sunday today!

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greekedtext · 1 year ago

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no kings no presidential immunity

now that I'm over the initial shock, I'd like to remind everyone of something we all can do:

Email/phone your elected reps at the state AND federal level to briefly, firmly, politely express your opposition to the SCOTUS majority, your support for a constitutional amendment, and your support for the impeachment of the SCOTUS six.

Your state government can't change federal law, but they can pass a resolution in support of curtailing this absurd power grab on behalf of the federal government.

This post is about moving from helplessness to action. I welcome responses which focus on what we can do and what our elected reps can do.

#us politics #presidential immunity #please reblog

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thunderbxltss · 2 months ago

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𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐩𝐭.𝐈) | 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 “𝐛𝐨𝐛” 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

WARNINGS -> swearing, mentions of injury, thunderbolts spoilers

VALENTINA, UPON THEIR INTRODUCTION, had told her that she was a vague, impressionist painting of her father.

“I mean, you obviously have his intellect and wits but there’s something missing,” Valentina had mused with an eerie nonchalance, tapping her pen emphatically against her desk.

Sitting across from the woman, shoulders pinched, Y/N briefly rued her agreement to this meeting. Sam and Bucky had forewarned her in their own capacities, and had both collectively failed to capture the sheer bluntness and callosity of Valentina.

“Like, something’s been sucked out of you,” the older woman feigned a commiserative sigh.

The sleek black pen now danced almost mockingly around the file she had on y/n, edging deliberately at the red, bold stamping of ‘ENHANCED’. She tilted her head to further the portrayal of sympathy, “And all that is left is a broken, broken girl.”

The itch of regret of not sticking Valentina with an exclamatory “fuck you” and leaving the office that afternoon, had swarmed beneath her nerves each day since it passed. But, her gripes of should-haves seemed self-serving when she recalled to herself why she had agreed to be Valentina’s asset that day.

Whispered D.C. gossip - speculations - of a human enhancement program orchestrated by Valentina had piqued Bucky’s attention.

“How much do you know?” y/n questioned, sucking in her bottom lip fleetingly as if to brace herself for his answer. The pair of them - both products of similar initiatives — stood staunchly across from one another at his kitchen island.

“Enough,” was his clipped response, though his threadbare expression betrayed the terseness of his voice — it was enough in his standards but the politics of it all pinned them in a situation of formalities, “But Congress needs physical proof of this project for impeachment. Sam is dodging my calls and-”

“I’ll do it, Buck,” she was swift to interject, his words encroaching on the reality that there wasn’t anyone anymore to call on in these circumstances.

The dim light offered by his dining room illuminated the solemn glint in his eyes that implicitly reflected how he’d take her place if it weren’t for his place in Congress.

The pursuit of physical proof had culminated into a brush with a fiery demise, and a crapshoot escape that entailed tangled limbs and frustrated exclaims from a group of misfit mercenaries of Valentina’s own design. John Walker (a jackass rendition of Captain America), Yelena Belova (the sister Natasha had reminisced here and there about), and Ava Starr (a fellow SHIELD pawn).

And him - Bob.

Adorned in pale blue that functioned well with his meek, rather off-putting demeanor, he had been a begrudging addition to their escape — his presence being fought for mostly by Yelena and her.

Now, as Yelena and John tossed bickers over how they’d manage their way out of the O.X.E facility, y/n spared a moment afforded by their contention to glance over the file she had plucked before the incineration.

Sliding a gradually bruising finger along its crevice, she flicked it open to be exposed beneath the dim light peeking from the walls and ceiling. The words PROJECT SENTRY were welcomed by the soft illuminance. A photograph of strewn body bags was upholstered haphazardly alongside hurried penmanship: project unsuccessful, all participants declared deceased shortly after administration of serum.

A fleeting shiver tendrils down the length of her spine, the sensation wrenched away when movement flashed above the rim of the file.

“What’re you looking at?” Bob questioned, overstrung fingers toying with the hem of his shirt.

y/n promptly closed the file, aware that her hastiness painted suspicion despite the words pooling on her tongue. She feigned offhandedness in her sidelong glance at him, “Nothing.”

Bob nodded, slow and as if tempted to say more yet refrained, his pinched posture reminiscent of an abject child.

Then, in the midst of a stride towards the others, her fingers brushed against his own as she tucked the file into her tactical vest. Her offhandedness faltered, the lapse pooling in a foreboding familiarity as the dim lighting flashed into a murky grey. Dampness and a nerve-scathing bitterness swam around her now. The cries — anguish-traced, raw — of a little girl echoed in a directionless taunt as the prickled stab of a needle pierced y/n’s forearm. Confused and knee-locked, she could only clamp her palms over her ears.

“Stark!”

John Walker’s irritable proclamation echoed from beyond the grayness and shrieks of a little girl meant to remain buried.

y/n blinked, chin jerking upwards and being embraced by the golden hue of the room once again. Her bewildered gaze leveled with Bob’s blue eyes that flitted with panic, both equally perplexed as to what had happened.

Walker’s plussed voice rang out somewhere from behind Bob, stance drawn taut as he signaled her out, “Are you gonna help or continue to ogle at Bobby there?”

As if he held a finger to a flickering flame, Bob took a sharp step away from her, hands curling in against his sides. y/n still stared at him — at how the warm amber of a particularly close light swept across the disdain, the self-loathing, that he held in his clenched jaw.

“Stark,” Yelena beckoned from alongside Walker, recalling her once again to their situation.

“I know,” y/n brusquely remarked, begrudgingly stepping away from Bob as the flashbulbs of the little girl and the coldness ticked off in her brain.

“Tell me again why we have another ragtag freak coming with us,” John mumbled with an ill-concealed huff beneath his whisper after noting y/n’s dismayed expression.

“Same reason we’re keeping your douche-self around, Walker,” Ava smirked with an impish lean of her head.

“Do you even have a plan or have you just stood there bitching the entire time?” said y/n, wagering a glance towards Bob in anticipation of John’s likely pissed-off reply. Matted hair framed his downturned head as he mumbled to himself, hands clenching and unclenching frenetically against the crease of his pants.

“I’ll talk to him,” Yelena, as disinterested in John’s response as y/n was, mumbled. She stepped past him, a scowl perched against the dried blood on her high cheekbones, looking at him as if he were an insect smothered on her boot.

As Yelena walked towards Bob, a rather feeble scoff permeated from John, the tense noise a manifestation of the sudden fluster he felt from the three daunting woman he was trapped with.

“Yelena and I have-” he started after assuming a gawked stance for a moment while collecting coherence.

“No, just Yelena,” Ava swiftly interposed from where she leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

John briefly pursed his lips, mended his temper with a concise nod to himself, and continued, “Anyway, we’re going to cut the power to this place and ambush the Calvary of Assholes outside. Ava steals a getaway car, Yelena is going to trip the power-” he gestured a lone finger between himself and y/n, who peered at him undiluted apathy, “- and you and I are going to take out these dumbasses.”

Her eyes fashioned with the churns of annoyance towards the leering mop of blonde across from her, “I’m honored.”

John subtly clicked his tongue, fingers percussing an agitated tune against the curve of his shield, “Trust me, Miss Stark, I’d rather have to deal with Barnes and Wilson than you and your insufferable ego.”

y/n tilted her head towards him with a gleam of a sharp smirk as she mused, “Well, we’ve seen how that ends up for you.”

His own pique challenged hers in a fair competition now, fingers now flexed in a firm grasp on his shield.

“Ugh, enough of the pissing contest,” Yelena groaned, traipsing back towards them with Bob loitering a few paces behind her shoulder.

A tug of coldness wedged into her stomach as his eyes reluctantly roamed across all of them, settling on her with the ghosts of blame and — perhaps anger — still abound amongst the azure of them.

Upon clocking her glance on him, he darted his gaze away, jaw clicking subtly as his fingers once again were abound in the blue cloth of his shirt, this time with more tension. What happened to you? the question wandered through her mind, a furthering of the initial judgment she had made when he had roved out from behind the crate and into their clusterfuck.

The hairs on the nape of her neck edged upwards as he spared a wary glance at her, a flash of surprise poking through loathing at himself — he hadn’t expected her gaze to still be on him, unmoving but void of rebuke for what had happened… what he had caused.

“Alright, let’s all get the fuck out of here,” Walker exhaled markedly, peering around at them as if they were an itch he couldn’t wait to rid himself of, “No funny business - just do as you were assigned.”

“As if you weren’t just keen on smashing one of our faces in with your shield,” Ava countered, sweeping away debris flecks from the cloth of her jacket as she sauntered towards one of the far walls, promptly disappearing through it.

“Okay, enough with the bickering - I’m already nursing a concussion-induced headache here,” Yelena chided, flitting out a wisp of breath that tressed the frayed hair that framed her face.

Her eyes pondered over at Bob, who she gestured at flippantly to tempt away his gaze from y/n, “Bob, you’re with me.”

A coil of reluctance drew his attention away, and as his head turned towards Yelena, Walker had already took his stance in y/n’s periphery.

“If you’re done gawking - we should go get in position,” he smoothly remarked, eyes flashing down at her as her narrowed stare found quick residence on him. A glimmer of a simper fashioned on the corners of his mouth at the irritation that bloomed across her expression.

“You like to think you’re all high and mighty, but from where I stand,” she jabbed a lone finger into the mesh of his suit, “You’re nothing more than a jackass with a glorified frisbee.”

There was a divine moment where his face cramped into an unblinking expression of perplex, as if his brain couldn't comprehend the frankness of her words.

Nearly too belligerently, she turned her heel away from him, the sole of her boot pinching out a squealed whine as it twirled against the marmoreal floor beneath them.

“Try to not kill each other,” Yelena proclaimed from where Bob and her approached the stairwell to the electrical room, “At least wait until we’re the fuck out of this place.”

Walker spewed a colorful array of words beneath the guise of an exhale as he brushed past y/n with a disposition akin to a scorned child.

y/n spared the behavior a fleeting eye roll before she waved her hand back in Yelena’s direction, an implicit acknowledgment of her words. Aversely, she pursued after Walker towards the corridor the tactical team would be entering first through.

And, before enveloping herself into the darkness of the hall, y/n cast a brief glance over her shoulder and to the retreating silhouette of Bob as he guardedly traipsed after Yelena.

The cursory glance lapsed no longer than a heartbeat, as the cold from earlier sheathed over her shoulders and aloof cries of a little girl inched forward from its rotten residence in her mind.

Fingers still abuzz from where they had fallen against his own, she turned away, hastily minding the gap between John and her.

—

TRULY, THE LAST TWENTY MINUTES HAD ALL BEEN A BLUR.

In her half-concussed mind, she could recall through the radiating ache that they had all managed to scramble off in an SUV from a remarkably pissed off Valentina Allegra de Fontaine.

Somewhere amidst the disarray of screaming at each other and the screech of tires, Bob had fled the sanctuary of the SUV’s rear, wielding an automatic rifle in some semblance of a heroic delusion of grandeur.

The manic effort at diverting attention away from their escape surely had been an oddity in his sheepish tendencies, yet came to pale in comparison to what hung on the heels of it.

In the beacon of a string of blinding SUV headlights, a half moon structure of tactical forces closed in on Bob, whose blue shirt danced with an entanglement of red lasers. The spent casings of his rifle were littered around his bare feet.

The night air, imbued with the fog of dissipating tear gas, stalled in silence as every party present anticipated their adversaries next move.

y/n, tautly nestled between Walker and Yelena, watched with a crackle of breath in her throat as she braced forward on the dashboard.

For a rather over-verbose group, they were collectively resigned to a fixed silence.

Then, a cacophonous chorus of spraying bullets splintered the wired stillness. A hand - Walker’s, she determined by the flash of subdued American colors in her periphery - promptly came to lean her head down from the windshield.

Despite the anchor of his palm against the nape of her head, y/n finagled her neck to peek over the dashboard. The smoke that had billowed from the mass exodus of bullets consumed the lower glass concave of the windshield, yielding a blurred image of where Bob had been.

“What the fuck?” Ava blurted from where she had assumed a similar hunch beneath the arch of the steering wheel.

“What is it?” Walker’s harsh whisper flittered hotly against y/n’s ear, cueing her to their forced proximity in the cramped front seat.

“He’s alive,” Ava jerked her chin towards a fracture in the smoke, the four of them simultaneously turning their heads as if stringed along by a puppeteer.

A rumple of brown hair and a dull blue clothing arrangement poked through the smoke and throng of black tactical gear. Bob. y/n squinted, wincing subtly as the scrunch of her eyes vexed the raw cut on her eyebrow. Though the hemming of his shirt was sorely tattered, it bore no crimson blemish of wounds.

Somehow, he was unscathed.

As if enduring the violence of a thousand bullets like they were no more than pokes against his skin, hadn’t baffled them properly, then him vanishing into the night sky did.

“He legit just whooshed on into the sky and crash landed into Valentina’s lap,” Yelena uttered, gesturing emphatically in concert with her retelling of what they’d witnessed. Standing over her, the juice from her cactus fruit lightly aerosolized towards y/n, who lay on the desert ground, arms entangled over her eyes as if to mitigate the discomfort of her concussion.

“And you all heckled me when I suggested we leave him to toast,” Walker snapped through the evening briskness as he sat wide-legged on the perch of a rock, the rumpled carcass of his fruit beside his hip.

Ava groaned from where she leaned against the coolness of stone, a noise that signaled it was fair game as to if her aching body or John Walker were vexing her more in that moment.

y/n favored ignorance to the tightrope of squabbling that was being strung around her, peering up at the stars that split the black marble of the sky.

The file tucked into the velcro of her vest abruptly felt heavy — sodden with an uncomfortable realization. What if not all the test subjects had died? And that’s why Bob was down in that vault, tucked away and unknown - perhaps even to Val herself.

An ache distinct from that of her ribs and head settled into her stomach. What had Valentina done to him?

#marvel #marvel imagine #robert reynolds #thunderbolts #robert reynolds x reader #bob reynolds #robert reynolds imagine #bob reynolds x reader #bob reynolds x y/n

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