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Midsummers Heat

“I see the way you look at him — and the way you look at me. Big difference.”

summary: dating the kook prince but dealing with tension that you had with a certain blonde pogue, who’s from the wrong side of the tracks.. yep, what could possibly go wrong?

warnings: none as of rn.

a/n: should i make this a series?????? if you guys want, i'll do it. but I might make one before I do this one. bc I lowkey have a story idea based on "what do I do" by sza, (it'll be a JJ story like always lol sorry), like JJ has a gf (most likely would make her an oc that we cant stand obvi) and you're just his bff, and a whole bunch of other stuff blah blah blahhh enjoy this story tho :)))) i kind of wanna do a series based on just sza songs…

The chandelier light bounced off crystal glasses, laughter spilling across the manicured lawn of Figure Eight’s biggest night. You smoothed your dress — silk, perfect, everything a Kook girl was supposed to wear — and let Rafe’s hand linger heavy on your back as he paraded you around like a trophy.

“See? Told you she cleans up nice,” he bragged to Topper and Kelce, his smirk smug, his voice already sharp from too many glasses of champagne.

You gave a polite smile, but your eyes strayed past the golden arches of the tent — to the gate where the Pogues had slipped in. JJ Maybank stood just inside, tugging at the too-big sleeves of a stolen waiter’s jacket. His blond hair was a little wild, his blue eyes cutting through the crowd like he was daring someone to throw him out. But then his gaze locked on yours.

And stayed there.

You felt your stomach flip, heat curling under your skin. He wasn’t supposed to look at you like that — not here, not when Rafe’s arm was caged around your waist. Still, he did.

“Baby.” Rafe muttered in your ear, dragging you back into the present. “You’re zoning out. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lied, forcing another smile. But your gaze flickered back, just for a second. JJ caught it. His lips twitched into the faintest smirk before he turned away, disappearing into the sea of gowns and pressed suits.

Later, when Rafe was distracted arguing with Ward about money, you slipped outside. The night air was cooler, softer, and you finally let yourself breathe. That’s when you heard him.

“Careful, princess. People might start talking if they see you out here alone.”

JJ leaned against the railing overlooking the water, the jacket gone now, just his white button-down rolled at the sleeves. He looked entirely out of place in the Kook fantasy, but somehow he owned it.

Your chest tightened. “JJ. What are you doing here?”

“Crashing, obviously.” His grin was sharp, but his voice softened when he added, “And watching you let Rafe Cameron hang off you like you don’t know better.”

You bristled, half from the truth in his words. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?” He stepped closer, eyes burning into yours. “I see the way you look at him — and the way you look at me. Big difference.”

Your breath caught. For a second, the music and laughter from the party blurred into nothing but static. JJ’s hand brushed yours, brief, electric, and you swore he was going to kiss you.

But then a voice cut through the night.

“Y/n!” Rafe’s sharp tone snapped you back. He was storming toward the two of you, jaw tight, suspicion written all over him.

JJ smirked, leaning back casually like he hadn’t just flipped your world on its head. “Guess that’s my cue.” He winked before slipping into the shadows, gone before Rafe reached you.

You stood frozen, heart pounding, knowing that nothing about this summer — or about your feelings — was ever going to be simple again.

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jj ❥ : I'm outside

c'mon don't keep me waiting

: don't be so impatient...my windows really loud

jj ❥ : ya can't come out through the front door?

: not unless you want me to die by my mother's hands

jj ❥ : dramatic...just come on out. I'm by that huge tree across the street.

only one that hid my bike

You rolled your eyes at his last message before shoving your phone back into your short's pocket. You could see the front of his bike peeking out from behind the tree trunk, his parking skills...less than mediocre.

"Whatever.." you mumbled to yourself, curling your fingers around the lift of your window, gently pushing it up so it wouldn't make much noise. A gust of wind hit you instantly as you stepped out, the cool air decorating your body with goosebumps.

It was dark out, the night sky lit up with stars and the street lights aligning the side walk. It was perfect.

You shut your window behind you with bated breath, only exhaling a sigh of relief when your parents didn't come after you immediately.

Your footsteps were quiet on the soft grass, eventually growing louder as you walked on the pavement, making your way to your boyfriend's "hiding spot".

His ears perked up almost instantly at the sound of your approach, his head peeking out from behind a few branches to get a glance–to make sure it's you.

"Hey, baby." He smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist as you stood in front him, pressing your chin to his chest.

"Don't "hey baby" me, you were full of attitude just a few moments ago Mr. "Impatient".

"Pssh...what?"

"Seriously?"

He let out a small huff, shaking his head while his hand slowly slid down your back.

"Ya can't really blame me now for missing my girl." He murmured, fingers digging into the soft flesh just below your lower back–emphasizing his words.

"Did you miss me or did your hands, hm?" You hummed, cocking your head to the side while your own hand squeezed his side in reprimand.

"Ow–hey–all of me did!"

"Right." You deadpanned, taking a quick glance back at your house before looking back down at this motorcycle.

"You worried about them finding out or something?" He whispered, voice suddenly soft and full of genuine worry. He always could catch you off guard like that, cocky in one minute and then the sweetest boy you'd ever met the next.

"Yeah." You replied, not even bothering to lie about what you were really thinking, he'd find out anyways. You weren't exactly the best at hiding your feelings, especially when it came to JJ.

He let out a low sigh, taking your jaw in between his fingers so you could focus back on him.

"Y'wanna go on a ride?"

"Yeah.." You nod, "Yeah that sounds nice."

He let out a small "mm" before grabbing his helmet, handing it to you.

"Alright, let's go.'

"Don't you need one too?"

"Your pretty little heads worth much more protecting." He chuckled, making you smile–a sight he loved so much. Especially when he was the cause of it.

"Now hop on, baby."

Your smile grew wider–but you didn't let him see, quickly hiding your face by putting on his helmet before mounting the bike. Your hands flew around his waist, squeezing so tight you swore you heard him choke.

"I won't go too fast." He laughed, shaking his head once more as he flipped up the kickstand, revving the engine, before speeding off.

You held onto him like your life depended on it, your senses heightened as you closed your eyes.

Wind blew through your as he drove–shirt sending chills up your spine, your heart beating so fast you could hear it ring in your ears.

It wasn't the first time you'd been on his bike but each time felt like it. The rush. The thrill that coursed through your veins. You loved it.

Especially when he'd check up on you, yelling out loud "Are you okays?" And "Hold on tighter!" As if you weren't giggling each time he'd drove over a bump.

It was the thought that counted.

So when he finally came to a stop a part of you felt a little sad it was all over, but another bigger part of you felt excited for what was to come. When it came to JJ nothing was ever set in stone, he was always changing, always moving. It was one of the many things you treasured about him.

"Alright shortstack, we're here." He smirked, placing down his kickstand, getting off the bike meanwhile–you struggled to take your helmet off.

He tried not to laugh, making his way to help you out.

"I could've gotten that off myself if my hands weren't so clammy." You grumbled beneath your breath as he took it off, watching him bite his lower lip in an attempt to hold back his real reaction.

"Yeah, you sure could've, baby."

"Whatever, JJ..."

You hop off yourself and take a quick look around of where you are.

The beach.

Except the first thing you think of isn't what you were doing here or even why come now? When the sun's not out?–But of how peaceful it is with just the two of you.

He took your hand silently, leading you out towards the water.

"It's pretty here at night." You murmured, watching how the waves lapped at the shore, how the moon casted white shadows over the ocean.

"Yeah, pretty." He smiled, not looking at the ocean–but at you instead. And how beautiful you looked–and felt beneath his palms.

After a few moments of walking he brought you down to sit with him, the sand crunching softly beneath your weight.

You leaned against him, bending your legs to your chest as you curled into his side. He was warm and firm, grounding you in a way nothing else could.

In a moment this perfect nothing could go wrong. You felt it.

"I like coming here at night when things get too loud." He started, his voice no louder than a whisper, his eyes glued firmly to the view in front of him.

You looked up at his side profile, gently squeezing his hand, urging him to continue. That it was okay to–that you weren't gonna judge him.

"Uh...would come here after fights. With the pogues or.." he trailed off, and you could see the way his adams apple bobbed in his throat, the hesitance that suddenly overtook him.

"Just–It was nice to come here after something blew up. Someone where no one else was, a place I knew where I could finally think..and it would..I dunno–It'd be quiet.'

It was the most vulnerable you heard him, and it made your heart ache in your chest. Even when he caught your eye you couldn't hold back the pout that curled your lips.

"But I found a new place. I might have to abandon this one."

"W-what? Where?"

The corner of his mouth twitched as he saw your eyes–so full of worry and concern.

God, you were too sweet for your own good.

"Your arms."

You didn't look away this time like you usually did, didn't go all bashful whenever he complimented you. This time you stayed. This time you didn't break eye contact. Not even when he leaned in.

Only when he kissed you did you close your eyes. Letting yourself melt into his lips like ice on a sunny day. He went nice and slow, cradling your cheek with his hand, tracing the curve of your jaw with his thumb as if memorizing it.

You let out a soft hum against his mouth as he rubbed the edge of your lips with his finger, coaxing your lips to part–just a little. Just so he could slide his tongue in between them.

It wasn't frantic, but it was heavy. Every move of his tongue against yours deliberate. Every kiss stretching longer.

His free hand slid down your back, slipping beneath your shirt. His palm was warm against your skin, sending another wave of sparks straight to your heart.

The sound of the ocean crashing against itself became background noise as you both lost yourselves in the feeling of each other's lips. How you two could both say nothing and yet still say so much at the same time.

When JJ finally pulled away you swore both of your lips were blue. Swollen from the kissing.

You pressed your forehead against his, trying to catch your breath while his hand gently held onto the side of your neck.

His lips still lingered against your own. As if he couldn't decide if he wanted to give you some air or steal it all once again. With his lips.

"Careful shortstack, keep kissing me like that I might never pull away." He whispered, smiling at you like you were the sole thing keeping him going.

Maybe because you were.

"Then don't." You replied, before pressing your lips to his once again, pushing him back until the sand hit his back–until it stuck to him like glue.

He laughed against you, leaning into your touch as you crawled on top of him, and for the first time in a long time the world finally felt like it was on his side.

All because you were in it.

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faultline — vi.

synopsis: you wake up in a vault with no recollection of how you got there, only flashes of the medical study you'd signed up for in malaysia — and come face to face with four strangers. three of them are trying to kill each other (and possibly you), and the other one is... bob. author’s note: thank you all for your patience! my brain hasn't been kind to me this past week, and i've been visiting family and flying etc., so i didn't have much time to write, but i actually had so much fun with this part. valentina 'boy mom' allegra de fontaine is killing me, she's basically writing herself at this point. hope you all enjoy!! we're getting to the good stuff now. (also i'm posting this in a bit of a rush lol so i have not proofread to my liking — pls lemme know if u find any glaring errors! thank u!) wordcount: 4,016

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || part vii

Bob Reynolds x Reader

Unbeknownst to you, in the hallway beyond your ‘holding room’, as she insists on calling it, Valentina stands and intently scrolls through the data amassed by her team of scientists while she was in there.

Mel, her own tablet clutched beneath sweaty palms, watches her boss and nervously awaits her next orders, flinching ever-so-slightly when Valentina finally looks up from her tablet with a triumphant smile.

“Good. This is good. We’re getting somewhere.”

“So…” A beat, where Mel realizes her boss has no idea what she’s waiting for. “Do you want me to contact R&D, or maybe PR to work on an image, or–”

“Oh, Lord, no. No, no new superheroes. The Sentry was always going to be a solo act, we’re not changing that now.”

The hallway is quiet, and Mel glances nervously back at the door they just came from. 

“But you told—“

“Yes, yes, I know what I said,” The older woman taps furiously on the tablet in her hands, before refocusing on her assistant with a tight expression of patience worn thin. “Look, we just need to figure out how exactly the serum interacted this time, and then… Get rid of the evidence. If we ever decide on a magnetic superhero in the future,” She pauses to huff out a laugh as if the idea itself is absurd. “We’ll know how to replicate it — on the right person, not some random we pulled off the street.” 

Mel’s dark eyebrows tug together over wide eyes, her expression morphing as her boss’ words register. “So... Murder?” Her voice drops to a mock-whisper as she utters the last word.

“So dramatic, honestly. No, it’s…” Valentina sighs, and Mel can see her coming up with the PR appropriate wording in real time. “‘Destruction of intellectual property’. We have the documents to back it up – including a signed waiver.” She thrusts the tablet in her hands at her assistant, forcing the young woman to awkwardly stack the two devices.

“And what about…” Mel pauses, fumbling with her own device in her hands for a few more moments before squinting at the words on the screen. “Robert Reynolds? Is he… Evidence?”

Valentina heaves out a world-weary sigh, readjusting the shawl draped in an impersonation of informality over her shoulders and strutting away, leaving Mel to scramble behind her to keep up. “Ideally, we’d be doing the same to him, but certain recent events have forced me to speed up the timeline, so… No. He’s our Sentry.”

“Have you read his file? Delusions of grandeur, depression. I mean, someone that imbalanced, amplified by the treatment…? The people in the labs, they were just test subjects. They were never going to be the one.” Mel rambles as they walk towards the other end of the hall, brows drawn together in concern.

As they come to a stop at another set of doors, Valentina turns to her assistant and smooths a hand over the shawl again. “Does this look nurturing enough?”

Mel blinks, and then sighs. “Very nurturing.” She nods with a small smile, watching her boss disappear into a warmly lit room fitted with a comfy bed, where the other test subject is just starting to rouse from their tranquilizer-induced dormancy.

The pit of unease in her stomach is growing by the second – since the events at the vault, and her phone call with Bucky Barnes, her resolve towards soldiering through her job wears thinner and thinner with each thing Valentina has her deal with. This, though… Seeing the despondence on your face in that room… It may be enough to break her. 

You’ll learn later that the time you spend captivity never amounts to more than forty eight hours, and yet it feels infinite.

After Valentina leaves you, the tests continue. More pulses through the chip in your neck, more monitoring of the electromagnetic waves, more voices on the speaker asking you to do things. Reshape the metal shards. Turn the lights off. Spike the magnetic field. 

Turns out, you hadn’t done the triumphantly rebellious thing you thought you had by melting the camera in the corner – there must be more, in this room, that you can’t see, and that subtle surveillance terrifies you.

Through verbal direction and painful encouragement, you learn just how much you can actually do. Turns out magnetic waves aren’t just related to metal – you can alter the temperature, the light, cause sparks to fly, lift yourself off the ground.

The entirety of the time you spend in that room, you never once try to escape. Maybe it’s self preservation. Maybe it’s cowardice. Either way, you don’t dare try anything that might make you seem like more effort than you’re worth – and deep down, some part of you fills with shame at the satisfaction you feel as you begin to understand your powers, to feel strong. 

That feeling goes away the moment you hear cracks of gunfire in the distance. Your body freezes in place, eyes wide as you strain to hear more, but it’s too far away. Dimly, hope fills your chest that this might be someone coming to save you, but rational thought squashes that feeling immediately – who would possibly be coming for you? Who even knows you’re here. 

No one.

The sounds of fighting get louder, and you fight the urge to cower in the corner, instead choosing to use it to your advantage – if the attackers end up taking out your captors, this could be your chance to escape. Given that you aren’t shot to death the moment that door opens.

You take a deep breath, embracing the electric hum that shoots down your spine, and hold your hands out in front of you, prepared to shoot metal at whoever comes through that door.

Then – there. Muffled voices on the other side of the door. There’s a thudding sound, then another, and then the door caves in and shoots across the room.

You blink in shock as John Walker comes through the doorway, heart soaring at the sight of Ava and Yelena skidding to a stop next to him, their eyes locking onto you.

“Jesus, kid.” John curses, lowering the gun raised in front of him, his eyes narrowing as they take you in, face pinched in what could be construed as concern if you didn’t know better. Two more men appear behind the trio, but no one reacts, so you take it they’re on your side. 

“Oh,” You blink a few times, wincing at the exhaustion that seems to ricochet through your body when you relax and lower your hands. “Hey guys.” You greet dumbly, strangely self-conscious of the pose you’d been in when they’d stormed in, and of your current condition as a captive in general. “You’re… Here.” 

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get too sappy.” Ava scoffs, but you catch the way she looks warily around the room you’re in, gaze lingering on the metal shards on the floor. 

“You look like shit.” Yelena greets, and you find yourself tamping down the overwhelming urge to cry.

They came for you.

“How did you– What are you–” You fumble over your words, inundated by emotion. “Why are you here?” You settle on.

“Where’s Bob?” John ignores your questions, and you shake your head. 

“I don’t know, they separated us, I–” Focus. “Valentina, she’s turning him into a hero – turning me into one, too, I guess. Or killing me. Still not sure which.”

“Yeah, the Sentry project. That’s why you two were in the Vault.” Yelena fills in, and you nod, having remembered a lot about the trials during your time in the room, and you open your mouth to mention the serum when you’re interrupted.

“We gotta get a move on.” The dark haired man next to Ava says, and you narrow your eyes at him as recognition tugs the back of your brain. Oh– Oh, shit. That’s Bucky Barnes. 

“S-Senator.” You greet awkwardly, ducking your head towards him in some form of odd mock-bow that you immediately regret to your core as he frowns back at you. 

“Bucky,” He corrects you with a grimace and a nod, before frowning. “Are you… Okay?” 

“Yeah, no, I’m–” You cut yourself off, nodding instead and offering a thumbs up, despite the painful tingling feeling shooting down your spine after testing your powers non stop for… You have no idea how long. 

Bucky doesn’t seem to believe you, but he shrugs anyway, turning to address the others. “I’ll go up to the penthouse alone to get her, the rest of you can find this Bob guy and get him out of here–”

“No, I’ll go up there. I have a history with Valentina.” John cuts in, and Ava makes an incredulous face at him.

“I’m sorry, are you forgetting the part where she tried to burn us all alive?”

“No, which is exactly why I’m going to go up there and deal with her–” John bickers back.

“We’ll go as team, show her the mighty strength of the Thunder–” The fifth guy is smiling in a way that honestly unsettles you a bit.

“There is no team.” Bucky cuts him off, eyes squeezed shut like a parent sick of their child’s pestering. 

“Enough,” Yelena cuts in between them, warily glancing between you and the others, taking in the sheer exhaustion evident on your face. “No more splitting up, we’ll just– We’ll all go.” 

You’re sort of stunned when no one argues with her, but you can see a shift in their attitudes, a sort-of-camaraderie formed between all five of them – even though you have no clue when they managed to rope a Senator into their antics, and you still have no idea who this fifth guy is, or why he’s dressed like Santa Claus’ military cousin.

They all turn to back out of the door, and a strange warmth fills your chest at how easily you fall back into this dynamic despite how short your time together was. 

The warm feeling disintegrates as you watch them all exit the room, and your eyes widen in fear at the sight of the dividing line between your room and the hallway.

“Wait–” The word rips out of your throat in a strangled cry, just before you step beyond the threshold of the door, and one of your hands shakily grasps at Ava’s arm, fingers digging into the material of her suit as your heart leaps into your throat. “My– My neck.” 

Her dark brows pinch together, light eyes scanning your face as she tries to understand you, startled by the fear so suddenly evident in your expression. 

“There’s something– They put something in my neck, and I can’t see it, I can’t feel for–” You try again, slowing your breaths as the rest of the team look nervously at you from the hallway beyond. “Ava, can you get it out?”

Understanding dawns in her expression, the implication of what they might have done to you not needing to be said explicitly. “I can try.” She offers, and you nod fervently, deathly afraid of what might happen if you leave this room – the words ‘kill switch’ don’t exactly inspire confidence or a sense of security.

Ava clicks something on her suit, suddenly flickering in and out of visibility, and you scrunch your eyes closed as you see the air warp close to your face, tucking your face down into your chest to give her easier access. There’s a cool wash of air, a tingling, and then you crack your eyes open as she reappears in front of you.

Holding a tiny silver square in between her finger and thumb. Her mask slides off her face as she stares at the chip in her hand, before meeting your eyes and giving you a nod of reassurance. 

You bite your lip and step beyond the door, and you don’t immediately die.

A heaving sigh of relief escapes you, and you actually become lightheaded at the overwhelming release of anxiety. Then the anger fills in the space left by the fear – the worry, the pain, the frustration, it all builds, and in a moment of rage, you narrow your eyes at the chip and it shoots into the air, melting and falling to the floor in a blob of silver.

Only then do you look around and notice the shocked expressions of those around you.

“Uh…” A grimace. “Yeah, I, uh, figured it out. I guess.” You’re looking at John, referencing the conversation you’d had in those tunnels what feels like eons ago, and he shrugs, smudging the metal blob on the floor around with the tip of his boot.

“YES!” 

You jump out of your skin at the shout that comes from directly beside you, and you turn to find the man in red clapping his hands together with a ridiculous grin on his face. 

“POWERS! We are the Thunderbolts and we have powers!” The man shouts again, and you finally frown and point at him.

“Sorry, who’s–?”

“Alexei.”

“Red Guardian.”

“Yelena’s dad.”

Yelena, the man himself, and John all reply in sync, and you make an ‘oh’ sound and nod, sort of more confused than before but unwilling to ask for clarification. 

You’re grateful when no one makes any more comments on your powers, although you catch Bucky watching you out of the corner of his eye warily as he moves past you, but the looming threat of Valentina seems to preoccupy all your minds enough that you simply keep moving. 

They all head down the hallway and you fall into step behind them, warily taking in the monitors and chairs lined up outside the room you were in, obviously surveilling you. It sends a shudder down your spine.

You turn at the movement in the corner of your eye to watch John snag a grey hoodie off the back of one of the chairs, holding it out towards you wordlessly, and you take it gratefully, slipping it on over your scrubs. 

You slow down, wary of every bend in the corridor and dark corner, eyes darting back and forth as if Valentina herself is going to appear from the shadows and throw you back in that room. You approach an elevator, filing in like sardines in a can, and when the doors slide shut with a hiss, the hair on your arms stands on end.

You feel him.

That strange hum in your blood, that tug you can’t explain – it’s stronger now. More familiar. You’re getting closer to him. Your breath hitches slightly in anticipation as you rise, eventually halting at the penthouse, and then the elevator doors slide open.

You let the others step out first, admittedly hiding just a little bit behind Walker’s broad frame – it had been a good strategy back in the vault, and it seems like a good one now. The room that stretches out in front of you is all gleaming floor and floor-to-ceiling windows, shiny and new and off-putting. 

“How crazy is it to think of all the monumental fights that happened exactly here where you’re standing?” Valentina’s voice, accompanied by the sound of a bottle popping, makes you flinch – an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by your present company. When you finally see her, she’s posed casually behind the bar, pouring herself champagne. “Eh, I don’t really care. I mean the place wasn’t cheap, but it’s got good optics.”

“It’s over, Valentina. This ends today.” Bucky speaks first, striding across the room, and you watch the interaction nervously.

This is all wrong. She’s not the type to present herself to you like this, to admit defeat and go willingly. She has something up her sleeve, and even the mere thought of that has you rubbing at the back of your neck nervously. Where’s Bob? You find yourself thinking again, anxiety pinching high in your stomach.

“Congressman Barnes, wow. You know, I never really thought you’d have a promising political career, but – less than half a term? Yikes.” Valentina struts out from behind the bar, champagne glass poised in manicured fingers.

“We’re taking you in, Val.” John pitches in, and she turns to look at him, a short laugh escaping her lips. 

“I don’t think so, Junior Varsity Captain America. And I see you’ve stolen something of mine, so, I’ll be needing that back.” Her gaze coolly lands on where you cower behind John, and your blood runs cold at the way she talks about you.

The lights in the room flicker, and it takes you a second to realize it’s your anger doing that.

“Seems like you learned a few things!” Valentina calls out to you, and you grit your teeth, even as Yelena side steps ever-so-slightly in front of you. 

“How nice to see you, Ava.” Val’s eyes dart between the members of the rag-tag group in front of her. 

“Yelena,” she makes a face. “You look awful. Are you sure you’re really ready for that public-facing role that you asked me about?”

“Eat shit, Valentina.” Yelena bites back.

“Where’s Bob?” You finally pipe up, the hum in your veins stronger than ever as you look around the room nervously. “What’ve you done to him?” What if he’s hurt, or trapped, or– 

“Look at you,” Valentina ignores you. “You are all so adorable. Just think – I send you down there to kill each other, and instead, you make nice, and you form a team.” Her gaze lands on Alexei. “Who is this old Santa?”

“I’m Alexei Shostakov. The Red Guardian.”

“What?” 

“Where’s Mel?” Bucky asks, and you blink in surprise.

“Mel? Oh, Mel, yeah. Uh, Mel is having a little loyalty issue. But I’m just so grateful that she stayed long enough to lure you all in.” Valentina’s smile is lethal, even as Bucky stalks towards her and removes her glass from her hand. His hand reaches for her and then freezes, vibrating midair, and your breath catches.

“I’m not alone,” Valentina smirks, and then– “Robert?”

Bob.

You sense him before you see him, but when he finally appears at the top of the stairs, it punches the air out of you.

Golden armor hugs his frame like second skin, a long cape trailing behind him, and his hair is… Blond? He looks every bit the hero Valentina designed him to be, and it makes you sick to your stomach.

“Oh my god.” Yelena utters, and you’d agree with her if you weren’t so horrified. 

“That’s Bob…?” Bucky says.

“Yeah, he’s changed a little.” Ava answers, and you find yourself hiding slightly behind Yelena, frightened by the man in front of you. It’s all wrong. The hair, the suit, the grandiose composure as he struts down the stairs… 

He stops and stands beside Valentina, an expression plastered on her face like she’s the owner of a prize-winning dog. You suppose, in a way, she is. “It is my great honour to introduce to you the Sentry,” She presents him. “All powerful, invincible, stronger than all of the Avengers rolled into one, and soon to be known as ‘Earth’s mightiest hero’.”

You finally shake out of your stupour. His name slips past your lips, more a breath than a whisper, and his gaze snaps to yours. Bob’s jaw goes slack, something flickering behind his eyes, and he loses his composure for just a moment. 

“You’re– You’re here?” His voice stutters, glancing for a brief second over at Valentina, and in a split second, you realize how easily she got in his head.

“She told you I left.” You look between the two of them. Bob doesn’t answer – he doesn’t have to. You can see him struggling with the lie internally.

“I offered you both the chance to become something great, and you’re the only one that took it, that’s all.” Valentina continues to ignore you, addressing Bob exclusively, and you watch with disgust as he seems to accept her answer – it’s like he’s under a spell, amenable to her demands, and panic rises in your chest.

“Okay, I’ll bite – what’s the plan?” Bucky asks, eyes narrowed.

“You haven’t figured it out yet, Bucky? Jesus, well – at least you’re kind of cute.” Valentina continues to ramble.

“You are not going to hurt people.” Alexei chimes in from the back of the room.

“Oh, no! No, I’m not going to hurt people. I’m gonna hurt you,” Valentina smiles, cocking her head. “You see, the press is on their way here now, and they’re gonna witness the awesome power of Sentry – as he takes down this ruthless group of rogue agents, thus beginning a new era in which I decide how to keep the American people safe. Answering to no one. I’ll be unimpeachable.”

“That’s… Never gonna happen.” Bucky is quick to interject.

“Sentry,” Valentina orders. “Your first mission is to take out these criminals.”

Everyone seems to prepare to fight, but you frown, shaking your head. Bob looks over the group of you, eyes apologetic, and for just a moment, you see a glimpse of the person you thought you knew. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you guys,” he says. “Why don’t you just… Turn yourselves in.”

“No, you don’t wanna do this, Bobby.” John starts, and you see Bob’s expression curl in anger, eyes narrowing. 

“You can call me the Sentry.”

“Please, don’t do this. You do not need to listen to her.” Yelena pleads, and you can see his face soften slightly. 

“Robert,” Valentina interrupts him. “They don’t think you’re good enough.”

“That’s not true.” She continues, brows tugged together, and you nod beside her. “You can trust me, I know you.”

“Bob–” Your voice is desperate, pained enough to make him look at you, and the hum in your veins gets stronger. “Do you feel that?” He pauses, then nods, just once. “That’s– There’s something there, okay? Between us. Let’s just– Let’s go. Together. We can figure it out, no one has to get hurt–” 

It’s the wrong thing to say. His expression twists, like you’ve accused him of something, and he frowns. 

“You think I want to hurt people? I’m helping people. I was never–” His eyes turn soft, pained. “No one ever let me be anything but broken. At least now I’m–”

“Now you’re just owned.” You finish, trying to get through to him, to get him to see that Valentina, of all people, doesn’t care about him.

Bob flinches, and Valentina’s voice cuts through the tension, dripping with control.

“Robert, sweetie, don’t let them get in your head. These people are criminals. Traitors. You saved them once. You don’t owe them anything.”

He looks at her. Then at you. “You told me they all left.” His voice is low, clinging to control.

“I needed you focused,” Valentina says, stepping closer. “And I was right – look at what you’ve become. The world will worship you.”

Your voice is steady, but quiet. “What they’ll worship isn’t you. It’s a character.”

Bob takes a step forward – just one. The air hums around the two of you, and the rest of the team glances at each other as they can physically feel the pressure of the room increase, your powers combining dangerously as both of your eyes begin to glow.

“Bob,” You whisper, eyes shining. “You’re not– This isn’t you.”

Silence.

“Please. Come back to me.” Your voice is quiet, desperate, and his eyes snap to yours, the gold flickering out of them for just a moment – and there, underneath the blond hair and gold suit and false bravado, is your Bob. The man you met in the vault, the one that had your back and offered you words of reassurance when everything around you crumbled and burnt. 

And then it’s gone. 

“Enough talking!” Alexei shouts, and you startle, panic filling you as the moment you’d shared shatters. “No one messes with the West Chesapeake Valley Thunderbolts!” 

“No, wait–” The strangled cry flies past your lips at the sight of Alexei hurtling towards him, but it’s too late. 

Bob’s gaze snaps to the side, golden glow burning bright in his eyes again, and you know you’ve lost him.

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"No, but come on, I do look cool in the ascot, right?" ↳ 13.16 - SCOOBYNATURAL

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18+ content, smutish

i just wanna ride bob reynolds while he holds my hips, yk? he's got these big, strong hands and he can grip you so tight while being so sweet all at once.

it rly throws you off, how he's moaning and using these sweet words while his big ass hands hold you so securely. he doesn't entirely realise how strong his grip is until the next day.

until you're wearing those shorts, a little lower on your hips than usual, and that sweet pink cardigan that rode up slightly. he saw his fingerprints on your skin and he swooned. like full on, reaching for you again, tracing over the bruises he had left.

ofc, you're walking a little funny. like its so clear that your legs are aching and stiff.

you and bob weren't very good at hiding it. he used to be adverse to your touch, and now he craved it. craved you. and you craved him. his touch. his hands on you, on your skin. even tracing over the bruising touch he'd left behind, you loved it.

a reminder of last night, of when he was filling you up, when you were bouncing on his cock with his help. you grinned as you stepped towards him, leaning into him. into his touch. you couldn't get enough of him and he couldn't get enough of you.

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LET ME AT HIMMMMM

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Hold the Light

PAIRING: Bob Reynolds x Reader 💕

WORD COUNT: 593 📝

REQUESTS: Open! 📬 (send yours my way, I love writing them all!)

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Wattpad request:For the Lewis Pullman one can you do it with Bob Reynolds? Like the reader is close friends w/ him and kinda stops him from becoming the void :) your writing is amazing btw

The sky outside Bob Reynolds’ apartment was a bruised shade of gray, thunderclouds heavy and low. You’d learned to notice when storms rolled in like this , not the weather kind, but the kind that came from Bob himself.

He was pacing the living room, hands clutching at his hair, his breathing uneven. His eyes flicked toward the window every few seconds, as if he expected the darkness outside to crawl in through the glass.

“Bob,” you said gently, stepping into the room. “Talk to me.”

He froze, shoulders tense, his voice strained when it finally came. “He’s… he’s getting louder. I can feel him pressing against me. The Void.” His gaze snapped to you, wide and almost wild. “I can’t, I can’t hold him back much longer. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You crossed the room without hesitation, putting yourself in his path. “Look at me. You’re not going to hurt me. You’re here, Bob. You’re still here.”

His chest rose and fell rapidly. “You don’t understand,”

“I do,” you cut him off, firmer this time. You reached for his hands, prying them away from his hair, grounding him. His skin was cold, trembling. “I know what this feels like. I’ve seen it before. You’re not the Void, Bob. You’re you.”

He swallowed hard, eyes glossy. “But what if I’m both? What if… I’m just a monster pretending to be human?”

You shook your head, squeezing his hands tighter. “Then I’ll remind you every single time. You are not a monster. You’re the man who brings me coffee every morning because you know I forget breakfast. You’re the guy who helped my neighbor carry her groceries up four flights of stairs without asking for thanks. You’re the one who,who laughs at my terrible jokes when no one else does.”

For a moment, the storm in his eyes flickered. His breathing slowed a fraction.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, voice breaking.

“You deserve more,” you said softly, stepping even closer. Your forehead rested against his, and you felt him shudder under the contact. “You deserve peace. And I’m not going anywhere until you have it.”

His grip on your hands tightened, almost desperate. “You’re not scared of me?”

“Never,” you said without hesitation. “The Void wants you to think you’re alone. That’s how he wins. But you’re not alone. You’ve got me, Bob. Always.”

He closed his eyes, a tear slipping down his cheek. “You make it sound so simple.”

“That’s because it is simple,” you whispered. “You’re stronger than him. And on the days you’re not… I’ll be strong for you.”

Silence filled the room, heavy but no longer suffocating. You felt the tension drain slowly from his body, his hands steadying in yours. For the first time in hours, maybe days, his breathing came out even.

When he opened his eyes again, there was still fear there , but beneath it, there was something softer. Hope.

“You’re my anchor,” he admitted quietly. “When everything else feels… like it’s slipping away, you’re the only thing that keeps me here.”

You smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair back from his forehead. “Good. Then let me keep being that. Just… stay with me, okay?”

He nodded, pulling you into a trembling embrace, burying his face in your shoulder. “I’m trying,” he whispered against your skin. “For you, I’ll keep trying.”

And you held him tighter, promising silently that you’d always be there to stop him from falling into the dark , to keep Bob Reynolds in the light, where he belonged.

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F   A   U   L T L I N E .

you wake up in a vault with no recollection of how you got there, only flashes of the medical study you’d signed up for in malaysia — and come face to face with four strangers. three of them are trying to kill each other (and possibly you), and the other one is… bob.

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Damian: All of your existences are confusing.

Tim, Jason and Dick: How...so?

Damian: Your presence is annoying, but the very thought of anything bad happening to any of you upsets me.

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Yelena: do you like John?

You: what? no! That’s fucking disgusting what makes you think that?

Yelena: you take the piss out of him all the time.

You: so does everyone else.

Ava: you do it more than us though.

You: sure I take the piss out of him but that doesn’t mean I like him, he’s like a brother to me, so of course I’m going to take the piss.

John: first of all, gross, second of all as much as I hate to agree with (name) but yeah I agree with them, besides they’re taken.

You: yeah I’m taken!

Yelena: by who?

You: him *points to Bob who’s reading in his books nook*

Bob: *not looking up from his book* try not to kill John sweetie, we kinda need him…for what reason I’m still not sure yet.

John: prick.

You: I knock your ass out and bend your shield into a pretzel.

John: yeah? Your boyfriend says otherwise-

You: *starts choking him out* he said not to kill you, nothing about not choking you out if I find you more annoying than usual.

John: what a bullshit technically.

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faultline — v.

synopsis: you wake up in a vault with no recollection of how you got there, only flashes of the medical study you'd signed up for in malaysia — and come face to face with four strangers. three of them are trying to kill each other (and possibly you), and the other one is... bob. author’s note: this chapter is a little different, but it reveals a lot about the reader and the experiments, so i hope this answers questions you guys have! i feel so-so about this part, but i'm excited to see your reactions! ( i'll be travelling tomorrow, so i would love to receive feedback/comments to look at in the airport! ) wordcount: 2,530

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Bob Reynolds x Reader

You open your eyes to darkness. Your pulse throbs painfully in your skull, your throat rough, and you don’t know where you are or how you got here. Just… The crater. Hovering over Bob. Immense relief that he was alive. Then nothing.

You try to reach out into the darkness, and your arm hits a wall before it can even lift fully. No. This is too familiar. You press your fingers into the surfaces around you, and with rising dread, realize you’re in the same box you woke up in back in the vault. 

You kick your knees against the lid, pressing against it the same way you did in the vault, but it doesn’t give. Last time, there was a crack of light, a hiss as the seal opened, but now it’s just darkness and silence. 

Panic claws roughly at your throat, your breathing growing quicker and quicker as you start to kick, and push, and scrabble at the surfaces around you. You try to calm your breathing, try to find a rational solution, but the fear of being trapped is overwhelming. 

There’s a tingle at the base of your spine – that hum from before, the feeling akin to the buzz of electricity right before lightning strikes, and this time, you don’t pull away from it.

You close your eyes and step into it, letting it flood through your body.

The box explodes.

The lid and panels shoot up and off to the side, and when you tentatively open one of your eyes, adjusting to the intense brightness that surrounds you, what you assume to have once been the panels of the box are crumpled pieces of metal stuck to the walls around you. You exhale, and the metal pieces hit the ground, the motion startling you despite knowing somehow that you made it happen. 

Walls of tinted glass and smooth white greet you as you finally take it in, eyes squinted against the harsh fluorescents that flood the room. You shiver as you adjust to the colder temperature of the room, looking down to find yourself back in the pajamas– 

No, wait. Different ones. Pristine. A shudder wracks through your body at the realization that they redressed you. You don’t have to wonder who they are for too long – there’s a crackling sound and then a voice fills the room, coming from a speaker in the corner.

“Very well done.” A woman’s voice croons, and you squint into the camera.

“Hello?” Your voice is rough, and you have to clear your throat before you speak again. “Where the fuck am I?” A beat. “Where’s Bob?”

“You know, I was worried you’d be just another failed test, but… Looks like you’re the real deal.” The voice continues as if she didn’t hear you, and you narrow your eyes.

“Valentina, I presume.” It’s a guess, but it seems pretty obvious at this point – Valentina wanted to destroy the evidence that was in the vault. You and Bob were the evidence.

There’s a hissing sound, and you step back as one of the panels of the wall opens up to reveal the woman with the white streaks in her hair you’d seen at the entrance to the vault. She gives you a thin smile, utterly devoid of friendliness or humour, and as she steps into the room, she proceeds to read from a tablet in her hand, listing your full name, date of birth, home town, parents’ names, blood type and more, and by the time she’s done, your entire body has gone cold.

“Nice to finally meet you. I thought we might have a chat.” Valentina hums, tucking the tablet under her arm. Your eyes dart to the door behind her and she actually laughs. “Seriously, I wouldn’t bother – you’re only useful to us so long as you’re cooperating.”

“What do you want from me?” There’s an answer, a reason you’re here in the cell, alone, but you just can’t figure out her game yet. 

She sighs, as if you’re boring her, and readjusts the shawl draped over her shoulders. “You died, sweetheart. You failed the tests,” She glances over your file again. “But here you are. Living, breathing… Manipulating metal, it would seem. So. We need to know how.”

You frown. Died? No, you just– No. You blink a few times, the words scrambling your mind in your groggy state, and Valentina just lifts a brow expectantly. “No, I–” You clear your throat. “I don’t know. I don’t even know what’s happening to me, I–”

“Oh, no, we know that,” She laughs, the sound echoing off the walls in a way that feels wrong and eerie. “No, no, we’re going to find out. Here. What went wrong, what’s ‘happening to you’, as you put it… We’ll find out together.”

It sounds promising – but something inside you screams that this isn’t right, that she tried to kill you, that they took Bob– 

Bob.

“Where’s Bob?” You ask again, eyes darting to the door beyond her again. 

She sighs, loudly, then steps back into the hallway and beckons someone forward. You hesitate for a moment, your heartbeat faster at the notion she might bring Bob to you, but instead a dark haired girl enters the room with a tablet clutched in her hands, unable to look you in the eye.

“This is Mel.” Valentina waves her forwards, and you eye the girl warily as she holds her tablet out towards you. You squint at the image on the screen, unsure what you’re looking at, and then pause as it comes into focus. 

It’s security footage of a bedroom – big, plush, cast in warm light with a large bed in the middle. It looks like a high-end hotel suite. The bedroom isn’t what catches your eye, though – it’s the figure in the middle of the bed, curled up under the sheets. You recognize the tousled hair, the hunch of the posture. Bob.

“What– Why–” You try to voice your confusion. He’s in a hotel suite, and you’re in some kind of lab. Why are you separated? Can you go see him? What do they need the two of you for? There’s an abundance of questions swimming around your mind. “Why isn’t he awake?” You settle on, finally. 

“Ugh, you ask far too many questions, has anyone ever told you that? He took two darts of tranquilizer to the neck, sweetheart. That takes a while to wear off.” Valentina glances jovially over at Mel, who in turn pushes out an insincere laugh. 

“Why is he there, while I’m here?” You push. 

“It’s cute, what the two of you have going. The whole protective thing. It may end up working in your favour, actually – a duo does feel compelling, especially with such good chemistry.” Valentina smiles, and then her face goes serious again, lips pressed together in a thin line, and you can tell that you’re wearing her patience thin – but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“However, he’s in there because he’s going to be the next Avenger, and you’re here because you’re just another failed test,” Her words are serious now, deadly sharp. “For now.” She tacks on, a sinister smirk spreading on her lips. “If you want to see him, I need to know what you can do.”

“I– I don’t know what I can do,” You defend, heart rate rising as you begin to shake your head. “It’s only ever happened by accident before, I can’t– I can’t just do it.”

Valentina’s patience breaks – she tilts her head back, sighing and looking up at the ceiling for a moment, before pulling out the tablet again and holding it in front of her. It’s security footage of the room you’re in, of a box– No, wait. It’s the box you woke up in. You narrow your eyes as the box explodes on camera.

“See, that’s you. Doing it. Now, the same time this happened, there was a powerful magnetic field spike on our monitors that came from this room, so… You can do it. We know that. Now I need to control it.”

You desperately don’t want to do what she says, but if you can control it, maybe you can use it to get out of here. To find Bob. You take in a breath and reach desperately for that feeling in the back of your mind, the humming sound beginning to buzz around your brain, but you wince as it becomes too much and pull back.

“There.” Valentina’s lips crack open in a victorious grin. “That was it – do it again.”

You frown. Nothing had happened. “No, I didn’t– I couldn’t–” 

“Oh, but you did – I saw it in your eyes.” She smirks, flipping her tablet to face you, and you see yourself in grainy security footage from an elevated angle. The footage is frozen, paused on a moment just a minute ago, and– 

Your breath hitches at the sight of your eyes glowing silver. 

“This is sort of perfect, actually. Gold and silver. Yin and yang. Sun and moon. We can work with this…” She muses to herself, elegantly sweeping her hair off her shoulder. “If you give me a reason to.”

“I told you, I can’t–” 

“See, I think you can. I just think you’re too scared. But I can help.” Then, over her shoulder to Mel in the corner, she barks an order. “Do it.”

You frown in confusion until your entire body sings with energy, overwhelming your senses and lighting your nerves on fire. You open your mouth to scream, the hum from before amplifying tenfold, and suddenly, the metal table in the room fractures into shards and shoots across the room, embedding into the wall.

The feeling stops, and you fall to your knees, your skin tingling like you just got electrocuted. 

“Oh, very good.” Valentina types something on her tablet, and you go cold at the realization that she’s grinning.

“What was that?” You gasp out, shaky hand coming up to feel the back of your neck, where the feeling was the strongest. 

“Oh, that was just the chip we put in the base of your skull. Should you ever choose to act against our explicit wishes, we have a… What did we call it, Mel?”

“A kill switch.” Mel answers from the corner, and your mouth goes dry.

“Right, yes, a kill switch,” Valentina smiles down at you. “Using an electric pulse. But someone on my team theorized that the pulse could encourage your powers to show, and, well, here we are!” 

Horror dawns in you, icy fingers creeping up your throat, as you realize just how much of a pawn you are in their game. A test subject, and nothing more. You sag down even further, sitting back on your heels as you stare blankly at the floor. 

“Oh, don’t look so morbid, we won’t use it if we don’t have to! You were expensive to make, sweetheart,” Valentina’s attempt at reassurance only causes a shudder to ripple through you at the notion of being made. “Besides, look, your lab results are in! You, my dear, seem to affect the electron– electromo– Mel, what does that say, the font’s too small.” She says, holding her tablet out to the younger woman, who mutters something before stepping back again. 

“Electromagnetism.” She spits each syllable out, making a face as if she’s just learned a cool new fact and isn’t discussing the genetic alteration of a human being. 

“I– What?” You frown, unable to understand anything that’s been said beyond the fact that there’s a chip in your neck that can kill you at any moment. 

“The tests were supposed to make you fly and be invincible, but you’re just magnetic,” She makes a humming sound, narrowing her eyes at you and tilting her head, yet somehow completely ignoring you.

“We can work with that. I think. You’ll need a little more R&D before you’re ready to go public, though,” At this point, it seems Valentina is talking to herself – you don’t even need to be in the room. “We already have the Sentry costume down, and– Oh, yes, a name. Mel, have a team get on that. Something… Passive. Defensive.” 

“Wait– I don’t– I’m not–” You try to speak multiple times during Valentina’s monologue, but after a few tries you get frustrated. Angry. “Stop.” 

She blinks at you, the look in her eyes like you’d just keyed her car and called her a name, but your chest feels tight and your head is spinning. 

“I don’t want to be… Whatever this is. I don’t want R&D, or a costume, or a name. I just want– I want to go home.” You finally voice it – the thing that’s been tugging at you, ripping your heart open and raw this whole time. You just want to go home. You’re sick of superheroes and assassins and OXE group and Valentina. You’re done.

Both of the women in the room blink at you – Valentina, like she still can’t believe you talked, and Mel, wide-eyed like she’s waiting for Valentina to kill you on the spot. She may not be wrong, you think nervously. 

“Oh, that’s cute. You think you have a choice in this,” Valentina’s voice is smooth and cold. “You’re evidence, sweetheart. So here’s your choice: you either go back in the shredder, or you play by our rules and get to be worshipped as a god. I’ll leave you to pick.” She whispers the last part conspiratorially, before she whirls around and disappears, Mel in tow. 

You sink to the floor and curl in on yourself the moment the women are gone – you know the cameras are watching, but there’s literally nothing you can do. You had thought being in an incinerator was the scariest moment of your life, but this feels so much worse. 

Some time passes, and you don’t know how, but you know the moment Bob wakes up – you just know. It’s like half of you just woke up – like you just unlocked the other part of yourself that was lying dormant since he’d crashed from the sky. 

You lift your head from the floor, narrowing your eyes at the shards of metal still embedded in the wall, and lean into the part of you that just awoke. 

The shards fly out of the wall and hover in the air. The humming sensation fills you again, the spark under your skin coming to life as you concentrate, leaning into the discomfort of the feeling. The shards fly together, and when you blink and exhale, they drop to the floor in a solid round ball of metal, rolling slowly across the room. 

You focus again, and the ball rises, morphing until it’s liquid – which you promptly aim at the camera, covering it and melting it too. 

When you’re done, a sheen of sweat has broken out all over your body, and your muscles feel spent – but some part of you hums with energy. Some part of you feels unlocked. Reclaimed.

You won’t be a pawn for them. They turned you into this, and you’re going to use it against them.

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backing you up against his truck after you accuse him of eyeing another girl at dinner. slipping his hand up your dress and never breaking eye contact because he wouldn’t want to miss the way your eyes widen and your mouth opens up to let out a small gasp.

working his fingers inside of you slowly making you lose yourself to him and shuddering as he curls them, allowing you to have your release.

“If i wanted someone else, I wouldn’t be here fucking you with my fingers.” He would whisper in your ear, leaving kisses down your neck and collar bones.