#(…I am going to side eye you if you feel the need to insist john had to be physically abusive because he was just That Bad to his kids.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Do you agree w/ the fandom interpretation that john was so homophobic he’d have beaten up and abandoned his sons for being gay? Cause sure, he grew up in the 60s as a mechanic and then later became a marine during the vietnam war, but i also don’t think homophobia would’ve necessarily been a priority for him? Like obviously he’s not gonna be the full on supportive and politically correct loving dad, but i think that the fandom’s general opinion on that is pretty warped by people’s relationships w/ their own fathers

I do think this is one place where people tend to project. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that; working out our issues through fiction is healthy and good! I don’t think there’s any canon proof of it beyond, as you said, him being a marine from the sixties who would probably not be super knowledgeable about being queer, maybe a little apprehensive about it from what he’s absorbed through the culture he grew up in. I think we’d be correct to point out that if Sam or Dean were queer, he might be uncomfortable about it, he might try to avoid the topic, which is in of itself hurtful.

The thing about me is: I fully disagree that John was ever physically abusive towards his kids. At most, I will bend this interpretation to say he was probably too harsh on them while teaching them to fight and that maybe he and Sam have traded blows before when arguments got too loud (by blows, I mean, probably shoving with the yelling, you know, assertion of physical space. It seems realistic to me that two people who have been using violence for a long time to protect themselves, and for John, his family, down to the hierarchal power he’s put in place of him -> Dean -> Sam, would resort to it when things got too heated.)

(I also think that sometimes fandom’s insistence that John had to be physically abusive can sometimes get a little insulting because it perpetuates the idea that emotional abuse does less harm and can be overlooked and for flattening out John’s character in a way the show very literally pointed to and said He Did Not Do That. This is the entire point of Max’s episode in s1, for the show to point out that their experiences of abuse were different. How well it was handled is arguable, but I take it as clear evidence that when we talk about John’s relationship with his sons, the focus should be on the emotional abuse, the codependency he developed with Dean from a very young age, his neglect of them both, his attempts to suppress Sam, etc. And I appreciate this about the show, because you can’t talk about any of those things without also talking about why they’re happening, why John thinks this is necessary, how he loves his sons and isolates them to protect them and ends up doing more and more damage that will never leave them through their entire lives.

I’m sure there’s depictions of John being physically abusive that handle it with the same amount of nuance that the show handles him being emotionally abusive in canon. I have not seen them, unfortunately. I’ve seen John being physically abusive 90% of the time just being used as shorthand for him being Bad and Evil and A Terrible Father. Which does not interest me. So I will remain here as a staunch defender of He Would Not Fucking Hit His Kids.)

Sorry, okay, we got off topic there this is about gay shit.

The point of All Of That was for me to be able to say, John’s not going to react to his sons being queer by beating them. He’s definitely not going to abandon them. Hello? John Winchester? Abandon his kids? John Winchester, the guy who has been keeping them in warded up motel rooms their whole lives and moving them across the country out of paranoia the demon who killed his wife could find them if they say anywhere too long? John Winchester who only trusted one or two people to ever look after his sons when he went on a hunting trip too long? We think that John would ditch his kid because they’re queer???

Like I said, I think the most realistic reaction for John, (if not just flat out him going ‘that’s fine, now load this gun while I time you because that’s more important for me to know that you can do’, because. He kind of has bigger priorities to worry about here. Like werewolves.) would be discomfort and pushing it out of his view, ignoring it. Which would still fucking hurt! And would have horrible effects on Sam and Dean both, would encourage Dean to repress it if he thinks his dad is ashamed of him, would push Sam away if he trusts John with this fact about himself and can’t be accepted easily.

I just think this is truer to John’s character.

Anyway. If nothing else here persuades anyone reading that John Would Not Fucking Do That, well. He thought his kid was demonspawn, remember? He thought Sam was corrupted and might not be able to be saved. I don’t think you can get more clear queercoding than that, and you know what John’s very telling response was to that information, to finding out something a thousand times more terrifying than Sam being gay ever could be? To refuse to look at it. To insist to himself that whatever Hell wanted with Sam, he wouldn’t let it happen. To tell Dean to take care of it, because even when John is certain that his son might literally become a demon, he could never bring himself to pull the trigger on him. Because he loves Sam.

So like. He literally would not do anything for the much smaller realization that Sam is gay. His son has demon blood that might turn him super evil, and John still wouldn’t hurt him.

I guess what I’m trying to say here is, I try to keep the fact that John loved his sons at the forefront of my mind when I’m writing stuff about him, because I think if you let that slide out of your head, you can very easily make him much worse, much more flat than he was in canon. The real picture of him is just an extremely flawed man in a terrible situation who fucks up his kids as much as he protects them.

And also he wouldn’t care about them being gay because JohnAzazel real and true and they fucked sloppy in that hospital basement-

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Vlad opened his eyes expecting to look up at his cieling.

The pair of eyes staring straight into his own was not what he wanted to see.

"I need you to make a clone of me." Danny, ever the grain of salt in a pile of sugar, said with all the tact of something who didn't just break into a man's room.

Vlad squinted up at him and scowled. "Hello to you as well, Daniel. Not even a good morning?" He groaned, reaching a hand up to massage his temple to try and offset the headache he could feel settling in. "Do you have the slight clue what time it is?"

"It's 3 AM."

Vlad blinked, and his scowled deepened. "That somehow makes it even worse." He sat up as Danny leaned back, and reached for his side table, taking up a glass with little difficulty and downing the water in few gulps. He then sighed and looked back at Danny. "What is this about making a clone of you?"

Danny crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "Exactly what it sounds like, fruitloop. I need you," Danny pointed a finger at Vlad. "To make me," He then pointed that finger at himself. "A clone."

Vlad's eyebrow twitched at how Danny spoke. As if he were explaining someone complex to a child. He sighed, killing whatever retort was on his tongue to instead rest his head in his head.

"There should most likely be one left that I haven't melted down yet, do with that what you will." He shifted back some until he could rest against his headboard and waited for the nuisance to leave-

"Why are you shirtless?" Inquired the child that was still there.

Vlad opened his eyes to shoot his a glare and he scoffed. "Are you not going to run along towards whatever need you have for a clone, child. Or do you insist on ruining whatever peace I have left?"

"Is the clone an actual clone or..?" Danny tilted his eyes, eyes roaming off Vlad to the lump beside him.

"No, it won't suddenly come to life, it is just a body." Vlad explained as he manifested a wing to hide said lump from Danny's gaze. "So you need not worry about that part, though why you would need one is beyond me."

Danny stayed quiet for a moment, before shrugging. "You still have a clone of me though? That's kinda weird dud-" His smirk was slapped right off his smug face by a wing as he flew back a bit through the air.

He matched Vlad's glare with one of his own as he rubbed his face, before huffing. "Fine. I'm leaving now." He phased through the wall, leaving with the whisper of fruitloop and leaving Vlad in that blessed, of so sacred silence.

Sadly, it was not to last.

His bedroom door was slammed open, with enough strength to shake the entire room and cause the poor thing to slam into the wall with enough force to crack the blood thing. "Dad! Those weird birds are-" The voice momentarily interrupted by two shouts of alarm.

"SWEET BUTTER BISTCUITS!"

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

"-...Why are you naked...?" Danielle said, a look of disturbed confusion on her face before she ducked low to avoid a blast of magic. "Okay, now that was uncalled for- ewwwwwwwww!" She then screwed her eyes shut and put her hands over her eyes and looked as if she might puke.

Vlad, deciding to spare his daughter from a sight only he should've seen this morning and acquainted himself with quite thoroughly last night, he moved a wing to hide his partner's... private bits, from sight. Who then decided it would be the best idea to sit down.

On Vlad's wing.

If Vlad were any lesser man, he might have complained. But he was not. So he did not.

He did shift his wing around, however.

"You have a kid?" John Constantine, conman extraordinaire, rather shamelessly took the glass offered as Vlad covered the both of them with a sheet and drank the water. "Would a been nice to know before I shot at her, actually."

Vlad massaged the bridge of his nose, a headache coming on that in no way was because of a hangover and sighed through his nose. "She was not even supposed to be here for a week more, so there was no reason to tell you anything."

To which Constantine shrugged.

"Why are you here, Danielle. You were supposed," He stressed the word. "To be somewhere in Metropolis."

A single eye peeked out from between the girl's fingers, before she let out a relieved sigh and dropping her hands. "Those weird birds tracked me down to tell you they want to meet you." Dani wrinkled her nose. "Though I think you should put on clothes though.

"Weird birds-" Vlad paused, sneaking a glance over at his alarm clock to see that it was, in fact, 3:15 AM and groaned. he dropped his face into his hands. "Those blasted phoenixes, it's three in the morning!"

Dani just shrugged and stepped out of the room. "They're in your living room by the way, the fourth one down the hall that takes the two right turns, and they're getting pretty impatient." She then paused, staring straight at Constantine, who stared back with a raised eyebrow.

Water dripped down his face and down onto the bed as a ball of water slapped smack dab in the face as he reopened his eyes with an unamused expression.

Dani stuck her tongue out and then disappeared down the hall.

"Well, I'm awake now at least." Constantine said, reaching over Vlad's lap to place his now empty glass onto the side table.

A loud screech cut through the noise of the mansion, and for the second time. Vlad groaned.

It was only three in the morning...

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Reader and JJ are in a relationship despite her father telling her to stay away from him. One day she gets a call from Sarah or Kiara that he’s in the hospital- his dad beat him within an inch of his life. Luckily her dad is somewhere on the mainland for the next two weeks so she can sneak out. She doesn’t leave his bedside for anything but using the bathroom until he can leave the hospital. Maybe he’s in surgery when she gets there, and/or has to have emergency surgery, maybe his heart stops a few times from like internal bleeding or something.

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The hospital room was eerily silent, so quiet you could've heard a pin drop. All you could hear was the steady beeping of the machines scattered around JJ's room. JJ looked like he'd been in a fight with a truck. The amount of bruises on his face and body was seriously scary. I took a seat in a chair right next to JJ's bed, gripping his hand like my entire world depended on it.

I’ve been glued to his side since I got the call from Sarah a day ago. I rushed to the hospital immediately, my heart was heavy with fear. I knew how shitty Luke Maybank was, but I would never imagine he could do something like this. When I saw JJ I collapsed into Kie’s arms, it was painful to see him like this.

I guess having a rough relationship with our father was like an invisible connection between me and JJ. Right after my dad found out about my relationship with JJ, I had been “forbidden” to see him, no matter how much I argued, my dad insisted on making the same stupid comments about how low-class, worthless, and dirty pogues are.

I couldn’t care less about his opinion, JJ and the rest of the pogues have been my family more than my actual family, and that’s why no matter what happened, I’m not going anywhere.

The door to the room swung open, the doctor entered with Pope, John B, Sarah, and Kie right behind him.

“You must be the persistent girlfriend, huh?.” He said picking J’s chart. “Well, he suffered severe internal bleeding, and his heart stopped a few times during the procedure. We managed to stabilize him, but, he'll need time to recover.” 

I nodded feeling the tears welled up in my eyes. Kie reached your shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“We will keep him under our watch until he’s better.” He added heading towards the door “He will be fine, kids.”

“Thank you,” I whispered sobbing.

“C’mon J, hang in there.” John B said with his eyes watering as well.

I sank my face into my hands; my mind was frantic, I kept reminding myself to take deep breaths to control my anxiety. 

I step out of the bedroom and head to the bathroom, I splash water on my face trying to stop the crying, I suddenly realize I haven’t left JJ’s bedroom since yesterday, Sarah and Kie were alternating bringing you food and water but besides that, you just sat there. 

When I walked back into the bedroom, I saw Pope, John B, Sarah, and Kie, all crashed out on the couch. I took my seat again, holding JJ's hand, as I got comfortable in the chair, I felt JJ’s hand twitch. I snapped my head in his direction, and there he was, slowly fluttering his eyes open.

“You're here,” he said with a weak smile crossing his lips.

My eyes welled up with tears, but I couldn't hide my own relieved grin as I leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Of course, I am," I murmured.

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[worldofheroes]

Playing Games

bbc!sherlock x fem!reader summary: you and sherlock are stuck in the flat, bored out of your minds. what comes next is surprising to both of you (mostly you). warnings: 18+, smut, p in v sex, language wc: 1.2k a/n: based on a request by @fierytteokbokki! I took a creative liberty or two - not necessarily angry sex, but I hope you still like it :)

It’s been a long four hours.

You’re sitting on the couch of 221B Baker Street, trying to get some work done, but Sherlock is in front of you, pacing and muttering to himself.

“Can you stop that?” you ask him, getting slightly irritated. “I’m trying to work here.”

“I don’t know why John insists you stay here, to watch me like I’m some sort of child!” Sherlock exclaims, turning around to face you.

He’s not wrong. Your cousin, John, took you under his wing until you settled back in after living away, but now he uses you to leave Sherlock and get some alone time. You don’t blame him.

“I don’t know either, but to make this more tolerable for both of us, please, sit down or just do anything else but pace like a wild animal.”

“I just need a case! Something, anything will do!"

“I can’t control that, so don’t take it out on me. I don’t want to be here either.”

“No?”

“You really think a 30-something wants to stay in on a Friday night?”

“I don’t know!”

“Just… quit pacing, and maybe John will be back home so we both can do what we want.”

You focus your eyes back on your screen, but you sense Sherlock is staring at you.

“What do you want?” you slam your laptop closed.

“What?”

“You’re staring?”

“No, I’m not."

“Sherlock, please stop acting like a child! What do you want with me?”

“I am not acting like a child!”

You roll your eyes and sigh, going back to your work, hoping you can ignore Sherlock that way, hoping John comes back soon.

Sherlock pushes your laptop closed.

“Dammit Sherlock!” You look up at him, and he seems pleased with himself. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

“I’m not being that annoying, am I?”

“Oh god,” you say, rubbing your face. “I am not in the mood to do this, Sherlock. Just, leave me alone, okay?”

“Leave you alone? You’re free to leave at any time, y/n.”

“I’m pretty sure John would kill me. He says you need to be supervised, especially when you don’t have a case.”

Sherlock frowns.

“Seriously, what do you want?”

“Bored.”

“Not my problem, Sherlock.”

“You’re the only one here, won’t you please entertain me?”

“You’re an adult, entertain yourself.” You set your laptop aside, standing up in front of Sherlock.

“What do you do all day on your laptop? I’ve never seen you without it.”

“I work remotely.”

“That’s all?”

“You don’t need to know."

“Hmm,” he hums, stepping closer to you.

“I really don’t like you,” you say, moving to walk past Sherlock. As you do, Sherlock grabs your arm. “What?”

“I’m sick of this too.”

“Great, now let me go,” you say, trying to wiggle out of Sherlock’s grip.

“This is fascinating,” Sherlock whispers.

“What now?”

“You’re trying to hide your true feelings.”

“What are you talking about?”

Sherlock smirks, which makes you roll your eyes.

“Admit it.”

“I’ve had enough of you, Sherlock,” you tell him, staring him down.

“We don’t have to play games, y/n. We’re adults.”

“Seriously, just let me go and I’ll leave. I know that’s what you want.”

“That’s not what I want,” Sherlock mutters.

Sherlock is inches from your face, eyes locked with each other. He leans in and kisses you.

You’re taken aback, but the hesitation goes away as he places a hand on either side of your face. You've pushed down these feelings for Sherlock, as he works with your cousin - it didn't seem right.

Sherlock’s kisses get messier, hungrier, and you find yourself touching him in any way you can.

You eventually find the buttons on his shirt, and start to fiddle with them.

“Tell me what you want,” Sherlock mutters into your ear.

“I just want you,” you tell him, colliding your lips with his again.

He pushes his body against yours, and you can feel his hardness under his clothes.

You undo his buttoned up shirt and slide it off. Your hands move up and down his chest, learning his body.

He tugs at your shirt, and you happily comply. It gets tossed somewhere on the floor, but you’re not paying attention.

Sherlock’s hands move down your sides and to your jeans. “May I?” he whispers, his hands on the zipper.

You nod, unable to speak.

Once your jeans and panties are off, he gently pushes you onto the couch, stradling you. He again presses his crotch against you, making both of you moan.

“Just fuck me already, Sherlock,” you whisper, running your hands through his dark curls.

“With pleasure,” he growls, taking his own pants off, tossing them aside. When he removes his boxers, you’re surprised by the size of his cock.

“Sherlock,” you squeak.

“I’ll take care of you,” he says as his tip comes into contact with your center.

You buck at the sensation.

“Good,” he whispers, gathering spit on his hand to lube the both of you up.

His tip gently enters you, and you can’t help the moan that escapes from your lips.

“Oh, I’m not even in yet,” Sherlock says, leaning down to kiss your neck and pushing deeper into you.

“Fuck, Sherlock,” you moan, unable to say anything else.

Sherlock gently rocks his hips, helping open you up.

“You feel so good,” he growls.

You moan in reply, your brain short-circuiting.

His pace quickens, and soon the flat is filled with moans and the ungodly noise of bodies coming into contact repeatedly.

Neither one of you hears the door open.

“Jesus Christ!” you hear John shout.

“John!” you exclaim, trying to cover up but there’s nothing in your reach to help you. In your startle, Sherlock’s dick pulls out from you.

“With Sherlock?” John shouts, covering his face.

“John, I can explain,” you say.

“No, you don’t need to explain,” John says, turning around and walking towards the door. “I will never be able to get this out of my head,” he exclaims as he exits the flat, closing the door behind him.

Sherlock grins at you.

“What?” you ask him, slightly annoyed by his grin.

“I love how we were caught by your cousin,” he tells you as he leans in for a kiss.

You turn your face away from him. “Yeah, well, I’m not in the mood any more.”

“Oh, you’re not?” Sherlock cocks an eyebrow.

“Are you serious?”

“I’m going to finish fucking you, and that’s not a request,” Sherlock says, pushing back into you.

“Fuck,” you gasp.

“That’s what I thought,” Sherlock sends you a sly smile.

“Do your worst,” you say with a mischievous smile.

“With pleasure,” he retorts, starting up his thrusting again.

Only moans come out of you as you have some of the best sex you’ve ever had, and soon you feel your orgasm coming.

“Sherlock,” you mumble between breaths. “I’m close.”

“Keep it in for me, baby,” he tells you.

“I don’t know if I can,” you gasp.

“One more second.”

“Sherlock, I can’t!”

“Go ahead, baby girl,” he mutters against your neck.

You release and almost scream at how good it feels. A few more thrusts more and Sherlock comes in you, gasping.

He collapses on top of you.

“Fuck, Sherlock,” you say, running your hands through his hair.

“You seemed to enjoy that,” he smiles against your chest.

“Fuck,” you say again.

“Do you want to admit those feelings now?” Sherlock teases.

“I’ll think about it,” you smile.

Sherlock smiles and kisses you as you wrap your arms around him and hold him close.

[arece]

hiii!

could i request by any chance john wick x reader (father- kid) fic where john takes care of reader while they are sick? like john was never emotional or never really showed feelings but when reader gets sick he is overly fatherly, maybe even takes them to see a doctor much for their resisting...

i am really sick rn and its all i can think about..

you can make it a gn or a fem reader

love your work <3

Sweet Nothing

♤ Summary: Used to taking care of yourself, you brush off your sickness and downplayed just how serious it was. The masterlist

♤ a/n: I too have been feeling sick, (which explains why this is so late) I hope you're feeling much better and this helps! A nice little soft fic before the angst I'm about to post next, fair warning.

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Ever the observant man, John noticed instantly, prepared from the first cough. You rolled your eyes, brushing it off as allergies but John was having none of it. He excused it as him not being able to get sick with his career.

He was just genuinely worried but unable to say so. A flaw you both shared, never fully being able to admit exactly how much you care for each other, settling for showing it through meaningful acts.

His worry grew when you slept in later than usual, coughing and sniffling. “The rooms just dry, I’ll drink more water,” you once again brushed him off. He was hesitant but decided not to push you further. His first mistake.

A few days later Winston called him over and he was about to say he couldn’t make it but you wouldn’t let him. You pushed him to go insisting that you were fine and could take care of yourself. Ever so stubborn. 

With great reluctance he left, not without demanding that you call him if you feel even just the slightest bit worse. After a few snippy remarks from your side, he finally left when he was confident that you would call.

You were laying in bed for the next few hours, clinging tightly to Dog in hopes to absorb all the comfort she provided. You felt like absolute shit but didn’t want to burden John, distract him from his job or anything else he was doing.

It was just a dumb cold that you’d quickly get over, you didn’t need to be coddled like a child, you could deal with it on your own. Or so you thought until the coughing fit hit.

It started off just to clear your dry throat but then it wouldn’t stop. Each time you attempted to get a breath of air in it would result in an uncontrollable wheeze. You reached for some water to try and help but you just ended up choking on it.

You fumbled to the side table, grabbing your phone and calling John without a second thought. Not even the first ring finished before he answered, “What’s wrong?” You gasped out, trying to answer him but coughed again. “Kid?”

“I can’t b-breathe,” it took all your energy just to say those few words and you weren’t even sure if they were intelligible. “Shit,” you softly heard from the other side, most likely directed towards himself.

“I’m coming to you now, kid. I need you to stay calm for me, alright?” You could hear him mumble something to someone. “Panicking will only make it worse.” Next thing you heard was a door slamming and a car starting.

“Still with me?” You tried to answer him but was cut off by more harsh coughs, these ones a lot more painful than the last. “Yeah.” Dog whimpered beside you, nuzzling close to show her own worry over your current state.

You stayed on the line with John but it wasn’t long before you heard a car recklessly parking close by and he hung up. Your bedroom door was carelessly thrown open and John rushed over to you, “I’m here.”

He reaches an arm around your shoulders and underneath your legs, lifting you up and beginning to make his way back outside. Your head fell to his shoulder, exhausted from the amount of energy you’ve exerted.

He carefully placed you onto the passenger seat, brushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead. He buckled you in, making sure you were secure before rushing to the driver's seat. “Continental Doctor’s already waiting for you, you’re gonna be alright,” he reassured you.

The ride felt fast with you on the verge of passing out. It all snapped back into focus with the rush of wind hitting you, John opening your door and picking you up again. He felt a wave of anxiety hit with you growing slightly limp.

It was bringing him back to how quickly and brutally his Helen grew ill. All rational thoughts escaped him as he held you closer to him, running up the steps of the Continental. The only thing running through his head being not you, not you, it couldn’t be happening to you.

Straight past Winston and Charon. He had to help you, there may have been nothing he could’ve done for his Helen but you would be fine.

And that’s what the Doctor assured him. It truly was just an extremely nasty case of a cold mixed with allergies. But John found himself preparing for the bad news to hit, that after that rough of a breathing fit there was something wrong with you, something he couldn’t fix.

He watched over you as you slept off the medication the Doctor gave you, ready at a moment's notice for anything to go wrong. You stirred slightly, aware of the way John seemed to fidget with his hands.

“Everything okay?” You slightly sat up and John was quick to adjust your pillow so you could sit comfortably. “You’re alright, just like I said you would be.” It seemed like he was reassuring himself as well as you.

“Listen,” he sighed and you grew slightly nervous, “you can’t play off being sick like that again. I thought - it could’ve been serious.” You immediately felt guilty, hunching in on yourself for all the trouble you caused.

“I’m sorry.” His brows furrowed, moving to sit beside you on the bed. “I just want you safe.” It hit you, harder than you thought it would. He wanted you safe, he cared about you enough to worry. You still struggled to process it but felt too sick still to ponder on it.

Instead you leaned your head on his lap, prepared to fall back asleep with full reassurance that you’d be okay. “With you I always feel safe.” Your confession was enough to have him soften, comfortingly brushing your hair back for the entire time you slept.

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[kittyball23]

Reaction (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: How did each brother feel about Floyd's capture?

A/N: Requested by troll_fan_broppy on Wattpad 🙂

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As soon as he’d shut Rhonda’s side door and was settled at the driver’s seat within her interior, John Dory leaned his head against the steering wheel. He felt a need to go back and catch one last glimpse of his younger brother before he set off on his departure. It just didn’t feel right, leaving Floyd behind so that those weirdos - Velvet and Veneer - could do as they pleased with him, depleting him of his talent and quite possibly imposing harm!

But then JD’s rational side kicked in. There had been no other choice. Nothing could get done to benefit Floyd if he’d just stayed there in the vanity room, continuing to try and fail at breaking the diamond. Leaving him and retrieving their remaining brothers was the only way to get at least one step closer to having Floyd be free once again.

John Dory sighed, sneaking a glance at the old BroZone cutouts that he’d held onto for some time, and catching sight of himself, Floyd, and the rest of their bros all together and happy. And that was when his determination shoved its way to the forefront of his emotions. “All right, girly,” he called to his caterbus, slipping his goggles over his eyes and firmly gripping the steering wheel. “Let’s get a move on!”

Rhonda gave a little whinny, rearing up on her hind legs for a brief moment and then obeying JD by galloping off and away from Floyd’s place of capture. John Dory would get the rest of his brothers, and he knew exactly where it was that he would commence his search for a certain blue-haired, baby-faced Troll…

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“I am NOT go-ing.”

Branch rolled his eyes. Here he was, thinking that he had been considered the baby of the band, when now it seemed that the roles were very much reversed. He spoke his words slowly, emphasizing each syllable in hopes that the airhead known to the world as John Dory - and known to him as his brother - would finally get it through his big noggin that he was not in no WAY going to be a part of this journey.

“But Branch, you gotta!” John Dory whined, not at all sounding like the grown adult that he was supposed to be, and sounding more like a toddler who was being fussy.

“N - O,” Branch said, hoping that maybe spelling it out would make some sort of brain cells spark in his brother’s head.

“Branch,” John Dory stated firmly, “Our brother is being held captive in a diamond prison.”

Branch had had enough. “How many times do I have to - !”

But then he paused mid sentence.

“Wait… what?”

This was different. All this time, John Dory had only continued to willfully insist that Branch come with him in order to get BroZone reunited for what seemed to be the purpose of just making new music (under his assumption that John Dory likely failed to launch a successful solo career). Not once had anything else been said. Branch’s first instinct was to be suspicious. How did he know John Dory wasn’t just changing tactic and saying things so that Branch can be convinced to come? But Poppy beat him to the punch as far as asking the first question.

Next to him, the Pop Queen gasped, a hand flying to her mouth, and her worried gaze was fixed on JD. “Oh no!” she cried. “Which one?”

“It’s Floyd,” John Dory responded instantly, without the typical falter that may have been indicative that it was untruthful. With that, he began to really explain. “See, Floyd and I kinda ran into each other in this big, flashy city a ways from here. We started to sing together, y’know, seeing if we could get our flow back. I think we were doing ‘Perfect,’ remember that song, Branch?”

“Don’t remind me,” the blue Troll grumbled, because no, he didn’t need to recollect the one song that ruined BroZone.

“Right, anyway,” John Dory continued, gesturing his arms out wildly telling the next part, “All of a sudden these two weirdos jump out at us just like that! POW!” He clapped his hands together, making Poppy jump back in surprise, and making Branch roll his eyes. Must his brother always try and be big and dramatic?

“I was able to escape, but Floyd…” John Dory clicked his tongue. “Not so lucky, I’m afraid.”

Branch narrowed his eyes. “Okay,” he said, “so he’s captured. Why didn’t you try and get him out?”

“Dude, you don’t think I did?” John Dory asked like it was obvious. “It’s a diamond, Branch! And there’s only one way we’re gonna get him out...” He put his hands out in front of him and waved them through the air like he was trying to make sparkles. “The perfect Family Harmony!”

If Branch had found amusement in the situation, he would have laughed. But he didn’t. He was beyond irritated at this point. “Are you out of your mind?” he huffed. “The Family Harmony… are you hearing yourself?!”

“What’s the Family Harmony?” Poppy asked innocently, to either of the two who would answer.

John Dory piped up first with a grin. “Oh! It’s this totally bro-dacious thing - “

“ - that we will never be able to do again!” Branch cut in. “So don’t even mention it.”

“Branch you don’t understand,” John Dory said, “it’s the only way to save him. If not, who knows what’s gonna happen!”

Poppy, concerned and confused, cocked her head at him, asking the question that Branch was admittedly being too stubborn to ask. “Uhh… what do you mean by that?”

John Dory grimaced, seeming to be remembering something, before he responded. “Something weird’s happening with Floyd. The dude and dudette that captured him - they’re, like, literally stealing his talent!”

“What?” Poppy couldn’t believe her ears, her exclamation coming out as more of a gasp. How on earth… “Why? How?” She was starting to feel anxious now. Someone from her favorite boyband was in great danger! And, as it turned out, she wasn't the only one feeling unnerved. Branch's attention, previously dismissive, had turned fully to his brother.

John Dory shrugged. "Beats me! I mean, that's what it looked like when they started sniffing in on Floyd  and all this color and stuff was being sucked outta him. And let me tell you, he didn't look so hot afterwards..." He shook his head, perturbed. "But those talentless losers are gonna pay! Am I right, Branch? Wait... Branch?" John Dory looked over to where the blue Troll had been, and was unable to locate him. Poppy too was startled to find that her boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. Where had he gone?

Unbeknownst to them, Branch had slipped away, and was sitting off in a quiet area where he could think and properly gather his thoughts. He ran the facts over in his head. John Dory was back. John Dory claimed to have met up with Floyd. John Dory claimed that Floyd was captured and being kept as some sort of song-slave for a couple of strange creatures.

He sighed in exasperation. What the heck was he supposed to think?

Just then, Branch heard some tsking coming from next to him, and he looked down to find that Tiny Diamond was sitting at his side with a pensive look on his face.

“Hooo, boy. Grown up stuff, am I right?”

Branch snorted. How could Tiny Diamond go on acting as though he knew it all, when he was only a year or so old?

“Branch, lemme tell ya,” the small Trolling continued, “you sure got a lotta drama goin’ on. At least if that bro of yours is anything to go by!”

“You were listening?” Branch asked, even though it was pretty obvious that that was indeed the case.

“Mmm-hmm,” Tiny said with a nod. Then he looked up at Branch with a gleam in his eye. “So, you are going, right? I mean, heck, you can’t miss an adventure like this - and neither can I!”

You just wanna see the REST of the drama, Branch wanted to point out to him, but instead, he asked, “What makes you think Guy Diamond would even want you to come along?”

Tiny chuckled. “Branch, my daddy knows that I’m a man, alright? If I wanna come, I can come. Get it?”

Branch rolled his eyes. “What does it matter. I’m not gonna go,” he said, even though he didn’t sound so sure of it when he said it.

Tiny huffed. “Hmph. Aunt Poppy’s gonna want you to,” he retorted.

“He’s right.”

Both Troll and Trolling turned at the sound of the Pop Queen’s voice breaking into their bubble.

“Tiny, um, do you think I could have a minute with Branch?”

Tiny nodded. “Absolutely, Aunt Poppy.” He scooted over, making room for her.

“Oh! Actually, I meant, uh… alone,” she clarified sheepishly.

“Ohhh… well all right,” Tiny said with a shrug, slinking off but still keeping his ear perked so he could listen in.

Poppy approached Branch with a cautious smile. “Heeyy…”

He gave her a look.

Poppy sighed.

“Branch… Satin would do anything for Chenille. Cooper would do anything for Prince D. And I know if I had a sister, I'd do anything for her."

"I know you would, Poppy," Branch mumbled. "And so would they. But we aren't like that," he said, referring to John Dory and his other brothers.

Poppy paused, considering what she was going to say next, and then spoke when she was certain, "Hey... I remember a Troll once told me that life wasn't all cupcakes and rainbows. And he was right." She sat by him, her hand reaching for his and holding it lightly. "And I want that same Troll to know that even though life isn't all cupcakes and rainbows, it doesn't mean that life is all doom and gloom, either. That there's good times and bad times, good folks and bad folks... and folks who just make mistakes. Mistakes that can be fixed."

Branch's scowl softened into something more contemplative. "...I guess," he admitted after a while, mostly remembering Floyd's saddened face right before he'd left him as a baby. Branch didn't understand back then, but as an adult he could see that Floyd was troubled in his decision to leave their home, and most likely his other brothers - while they hadn't shown it that night - did as well. And now, his brother was in trouble. Was a grudge really going to be something that was going to prevent him from possibly saving his life?

Poppy patted his hand. "I'm not going to tell you what to do," she said. "But just... try thinking about it, okay?" She considered saying more, but decided against it, not wanting to bog the blue Troll down with  so much pressure.

Turned out, she didn't need to say more... or wait very long for his answer.

"I'll go."

Poppy  was taken aback by the quick reply, and Branch, realizing how blunt his response was, vouched to explain.

"I can't promise you anything, but I'll try and help." He shrugged.

The Pop Queen smiled at him. "You don't have to promise me anything," she said. "It's for your own sake, not mine."

Classic Poppy, he thought, touched by how genuinely caring she was.

Tiny Diamond, who determined that it was safe enough to pop back out, jumped up in the air happily.

"Awright! Branch, Poppy, Tiny, and the rando going off on a musical adventure! Wooohooo! Yeah!"

And it was all that Branch and Poppy heard on the trek back to JD, unable to dissuade the little Trolling from venturing along with them, and who chattered excitedly about everything he hoped would happen.

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Logic seemed to be thrown out the window, and Spruce could do little more than shake his head at his brothers. They may not have responsibilities to take care of, but he sure did. And he was going to put things into perspective for them.

“Guys, I can’t just go. What about my wife, huh? And my kids? I’ve got an egg that’s about to hatch literally any day now!”

“Awright, congrats, bro!” John Dory exclaimed, raising a hand in the air for a high five and grinning broadly at Spruce. But only when Spruce did not follow through with the high five and instead gave JD a look did the teal Troll realize that he had completely missed the point.

“Besides,” Spruce continued, “I’ve got my own life, and it’s right here. With nobody else besides me and my family.”

“Yeah, and in the meantime, your other family is trapped inside a diamond prison getting his talent sucked out!”

Spruce got very confused at this. “Huh?” He looked over at Branch, who gave a nod of agreement to the bizarre statement that John Dory had made.

“Floyd’s stuck in some kind of crystal and is being held hostage by, uh… who again?” Branch asked JD.

“Some tall, weird, spaghetti-limbed bozos who can’t sing a lick!” John Dory replied. “So they’re using that crystal to take his talent away and make it theirs!”

What in the world? That sounded like some kind of made-up story that one of his kids would tell him just to make him laugh. Only, he wasn’t laughing now. John Dory and Branch were not trying to tell him this story for amusement purposes, they were trying to be serious.

So he went into the conversation with the same mentality he used for one of his kids’ stories - politely listening, but not really taking everything seriously as they explained that Floyd was the one being held captive, and was depending on the perfect Family Harmony to break him free.

“So that’s why you want me to come, eh?” Spruce asked after a long pause. It came out as more of a statement than a question.

“Yessiree!” John Dory said. “What else are big brothers for if they aren’t lookin’ out for the younger ones?”

Spruce glanced at Branch to see what his reaction to the statement was. And the look on his face did little to support JD's argument. But regardless, Spruce found himself unable to stay mad. That was the thing he'd come to learn about himself. He'd been the heartthrob once (and still was, if he did say so himself), but he'd also been the most chill of the bunch. His bros, no matter how much on his nerves they got him, were always gonna be his crew. He'd been mad for the longest time, but he'd be lying to himself if he said that some of that grudge he'd developed on the night the band broke up hadn't dwindled away.

"I'm in," he agreed, his response met with a hearty cheer from John Dory and a sigh of relief from Branch. "The quicker we rescue Floyd and make sure he's safe, the quicker I can get back to my girl and my saplings, 'aight?"

"No problemo, boss," JD assured, giving Spruce the space he needed to bid his family a temporary goodbye.

After all, a good father sets an example to his children, and showing them that he was willing to go out of his way for his brothers out of love was a very important life lesson to share.

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There was a reason he had been called 'The Fun One.' It wasn't just a character Clay was trying to play. It was his personality. He knew how to make the jokes, and how to have folks laugh at them.

John Dory, Spruce, and Branch, on the other hand, never knew how to match his level of comedy. So this whole little 'joke' that they were trying to convince him of was not doing much except annoy him.

“Y’all are playing,” he muttered.

And just like he thought, Spruce, John Dory, and Branch took the opposing point, with insistence that this was necessary, and that John Dory himself had witnessed the strange and hazardous occurrence of Floyd’s talent being sucked out. But it was when the Family Harmony was mentioned that he had reached his limit of patience for this nonsense.

"The Family Harmony? Okay, now I know you're playing for sure! We haven't sung like that in a long time. How are we going to do that again?" He didn't wait for them to respond. He put a hand up and spoke firmly. "The answer is no."

And it would have stayed that way, had Viva not broadened his view on the matter.

“Do you really wanna risk that you might never see your brother again?"

That answer also happened to be no.

Clay suddenly felt guilty for the times when they’d just been kids and he’d played ‘jail’ with Floyd as a joke. Thinking of him locked behind bars - or trapped inside of whatever it was that he was locked in - for real wasn’t so funny. Floyd had probably cried himself a river with how scared he must be.

Or not, Clay thought. Floyd could very well have adopted a new personality that came with the passing of time, like he himself had outgrown the whole funny-guy persona for a more serious one. It didn’t matter in the end though. Clay knew that if his serious-self was captured and unable to escape, he would be sweating bullets.

Which is why he found himself giving in.

“Okay, I’m gonna give it a shot, so – “

"YAAAAAAYYY!!!"

Viva’s scream had interrupted him, and through the big hug she’d given him afterward, and the satisfied look that his three brothers had on their faces, Clay knew that he’d made the right choice.

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If Floyd had been in the right mindset, he probably would have been wondering what John Dory's progress was so far. Which brothers he was able to find and gather for his rescue mission, and how much more land he had left to cover to get back to Mount Rageous.

But Floyd was not in the right mindset, and had not been since the start of his imprisonment. The little that he could muster to think of was used only for thinking about what was happening to him, and how he would end up once his captors – Velvet and Veneer – were finished using him for their malicious deeds.

His unfocused gaze only saw the shining gleam of the diamond’s firm walls, and caught the reflection of his quickly whitening hair. Hours ago, it’d been only a few strands amid his magenta mane that had turned the bleached color, hardly noticeable. Now, it was a good chunk of hair that was discolored, and seeming to be directly correlated to the great lack of energy that he was undergoing.

Whatever was the deal, Floyd only hoped that John Dory, Spruce, Clay, and Branch didn’t delay too much. He didn’t know if it was too much to ask – since they hadn’t seen each other for years and had ended things on bad terms – or maybe it was just enough to ask for. All he knew was that the comfort of being with his brothers again didn’t sound so terrible when compared to the alternative.

An alternative that was slowly, but surely, getting him closer to meeting an imminent and unkind end.

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A/N: I included a headcanon of mine that Spruce calls his kiddos saplings sometimes since his name is a type of tree, and saplings are young trees 😘

[fatecantstopme]

I've Got You

Pairing: BBF!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: It's a direct continuation of Part 1, so I highly recommend reading that first. Steve comes home, wants to murder John, helps you move your stuff out, and finds out about you and Bucky.

Warnings: Cursing, tiny bit of violence (mention of previous violence and one little punch). Angst. Fluff.

A/N: Smut is coming in the next part!

Part 1

At some point during the night, you'd rolled over and nestled yourself against Bucky, head on his chest, his arms wrapped around you. You were both sound asleep and it was easily the best you'd slept in weeks.

Both of you were so deeply asleep that you didn't hear Steve come home in the morning. Bucky had neglected to shut his door last night, since his focus was entirely on you. As such, when Steve walked by the room to go to his own, he noticed a woman laying in his roommate's bed. Steve chuckled lightly and shook his head as he kept walking by, completely unsurprised by it. Before he made it to his own bedroom, his brain caught up with what he'd seen and he beelined back to Bucky's bedroom and peered in, hoping he was wrong. He could see the woman's (Y/H/C) hair and he instantly knew who it was. "(Y/N)?" he called tentatively.

Your eyes fluttered open when you heard your brother's voice and you felt Bucky stir beneath you. "Bucky," you whispered as you shook him to wake him up fully.

"Huh? What's wrong?" he mumbled.

"What's wrong is that my sister is laying in your bed," Steve said from just inside the doorway.

Bucky shot up, accidentally knocking you to the side. "Steve? I can explain."

You turned your body to fully face your brother, knowing full well that his focus would shift from Bucky to you.

"I wouldn't--" Steve stopped when he saw you. His eyes widened and his entire demeanor changed. You could feel the anger rolling off his body in waves. "What happened?" he asked, tone laced with fury.

"John--" you started, but Steve cut you off.

"I'm going to kill him," he said as he stomped off towards his room.

You and Bucky exchanged glances before jumping out of the bed and following Steve. "Steve, wait, just calm down for a moment and think," you tried.

"I am thinking. I'm thinking about how I'm going to kill that son of a bitch." He was digging through his closet, likely trying to find something he could use as a weapon to beat John's ass with.

Bucky put a hand on Steve's shoulder. "Just listen to her for a minute, Steve. Don't do anything stupid."

Steve turned to glare at his friend. "I'm surprised you didn't murder that asshole for hurting her. You've hated him for years."

"I wanted to, trust me. (Y/N) convinced me not to. It won't fix anything and it certainly won't change what happened."

"Steve, please," you said softly.

The pleading tone of your voice was enough to bring Steve down a little. He turned to look at you and really take in your appearance for the first time. His eyes roamed your body and when they made their way back to yours, they were filled with tears. You stepped towards him and he met you halfway, wrapping you in a hug. You buried your head in his chest and he held you tightly.

"I hate him," he whispered against your hair.

"I know," you said softly. "I'm okay, though. I promise."

Steve pulled away and looked at your face. Sadness was the primary expression on his face, but you could still see the anger behind his eyes. "Are you sure?"

You nodded and looked over at Bucky. "I'm sure. Bucky took care of me. I'm alright."

Steve turned to look at his friend. Bucky was staring at you with adoration in his eyes, but he looked a little sad. "Thank you," Steve said gently.

Bucky smiled slightly. "I'd do anything for her. You know that."

Steve sighed and nodded. "I know."

"We, uh, we need to get her stuff from their apartment," Bucky said.

"Oh, yeah. We can go over there now. Let me just change."

"I'm coming too," you insisted.

"Absolutely not," Steve said at the same time Bucky said, "Over my dead body."

"Guys, it's my house and my stuff. How are you going to know what to take if I'm not there?"

"He'll probably be there, sweets. I'm not letting you anywhere near him."

You glared at Bucky. "Neither of you get to tell me what to do. This is my life. I'm coming with you."

Steve sighed, cutting off Bucky's retort. "There's no point in arguing with her. She's the most stubborn person I've ever met."

Bucky groaned and ran his hand through his hair. "Fine. Let me put on fresh clothes and we'll go."

You followed Bucky to his room and Steve shut the door to his to change. You closed the door to Bucky's room and looked around for the clothes you'd been wearing the day before. You bent down and picked up your jeans and the shirt you'd worn.

"You're not wearing that shirt again, doll. It's got blood on it. You can have one of mine."

You chuckled. "Your shirts are like wearing a dress, I might as well not wear pants."

Bucky laughed and shot you a devilish grin. "I mean, I wouldn't mind..."

You tossed your shirt at him and he laughed even harder. "You're terrible." You pulled your jeans on slowly, with your back to Bucky as he changed his clothes. "So, um...I guess Steve knows now."

"We'll deal with that later, doll. Let's just deal with this thing with John first, okay?"

You nodded even though he couldn't see you.

"Doll?" he questioned gently.

"Sorry, yeah you're right." You looked at your bra laying on the floor beside the bed. "Is it okay if I don't put a bra on? It's just a lot of work with my arm like this."

Bucky came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He placed a kiss to your exposed shoulder and smiled against your skin. "I think that's perfectly acceptable. Besides, you look hot as hell in my shirt."

You laughed and turned to face him. He placed a gentle kiss to your lips and you smiled at him. "Let's go brush our teeth before your brother walks in and wants to murder me."

You chuckled and followed Bucky to the bathroom. He grabbed a new toothbrush for you and you both quickly brushed your teeth before making your way to the living room to meet Steve.

"You ready?" Steve asked.

You nodded.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Bucky asked softly.

"I'm sure. Let's go before I change my mind."

They followed you out the door and down to Steve's car. His was larger than Bucky's so it made more sense for moving purposes.

The short drive to your shared apartment with John was entirely silent. Everyone was feeling anxious in their own way. When Steve pulled into the parking lot, he turned to look at you. "We'll be with you the entire time, okay? You'll be safe."

You nodded. "I know. I'm ready."

The three of you got out of the car and walked to your first floor apartment. You unlocked the door with your key and Steve entered the home first. You and Bucky followed. When you entered, you saw the mess that John had made in the living room when he'd attacked you. Some of your blood was dried on the wood flooring and it made your eyes tear up.

Bucky put his hand on your back. "I'm here," he whispered. "I got you."

Your body relaxed slightly and you leaned back against him.

"John," Steve yelled. "Get your ass out here."

"Steve," you said harshly.

He turned to look at you and shrugged. "He's lucky I didn't bring a gun."

"Steve--"

"What the hell is going on out here?" John yelled as he stomped into the room.

Bucky glanced down at the other man's hands, taking in the cuts and dried blood that littered his knuckles. Bucky's own hands tensed into fists and he had to take a deep breath to calm himself.

"We're here to get (Y/N)'s stuff," Steve said calmly.

"Why the hell you want her stuff?"

You stepped out from behind your brother. "Because I'm moving out."

John turned to look at you and his expression softened. He took in your appearance, noting all your injuries, but then he noticed the shirt you were wearing. "Who's fucking shirt is that, (Y/N)?"

You flinched at the anger in his voice and Bucky stepped forward protectively.

"Is it his? Huh? He's the one you've been fucking behind my back? You fucking whore."

Before you could even blink, Bucky's fist had connected with John's jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor. "You do not get to speak to her like that. Ever."

Steve stepped forward. "You're lucky we're not beating you within an inch of your life for what you did to her. We're just here to get her stuff and then we'll be gone."

John started to try and get up, but Bucky placed his booted foot on the other man's chest. "How 'bout you just stay down for now."

John remained quiet and stayed on the floor, but his eyes were filled with rage.

You grabbed Steve's arm and took him to the bedroom to help grab some of your stuff. The two of you threw everything into trash bags and piled them in the living room.

Bucky looked up when the two of you entered the room.

"We could use your help, Buck," Steve said.

Bucky looked back down at John. "You gonna stay on the floor so I don't have to knock your ass out?"

John nodded and crossed his arms over his chest. He was leaning against the wall in the corner, legs tucked up in front of him.

Bucky got up and went over to help you, Steve trailing behind. Bucky placed his hand on the small of your back and leaned forward to whisper in your ear, "You doing okay, doll?"

You shot him a small smile. "I'm alright, Buck."

He nodded. "Okay, let's just get this done."

The three of you made quick work of packing up the rest of your belongings. Bucky and Steve made periodic check-ins on John to ensure he hadn't moved from the floor. When you had all the bags piled in the living room, the guys started carrying them to the car, neither one of them leaving you alone at any time.

"Alright, last bag," Steve said. "Come on, (Y/N/N), let's go."

You got up and followed your brother out the door. You turned back to look at Bucky and beckon him to follow you.

"I'll be there in a minute, sweets. Go ahead."

You gave him a pointed look, but left the apartment without sparing another look at John.

Bucky walked over to where John was still sitting in the corner and he crouched down in front of him. "You're gonna sit here and listen to what I have to say with no interruptions, got it?"

John nodded and Bucky continued, "You're lucky that all I did was punch you. After what you did to (Y/N/N), you deserve to have the ever-loving shit beat out of you. She's the best thing that ever happened to you and you're going to have to live the rest of your life knowing that you will never find someone like her. I don't care how much you regret your actions, if I ever find out you contact her or come near her in the future, I will kill you. If you ever so much as look in her direction in public, I will kill you. And so help me god, if you ever say a single bad thing about her, I will kill you. Do you understand me?"

John nodded, fear evident on his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

John cleared his throat. "I understand."

"Good," Bucky rose up to his full height. "Have a good life, John. And never forget what I said." With that, Bucky left the apartment and joined you and Steve in the car.

"Everything okay?" Steve asked.

Bucky nodded. "I don't think we'll need to worry about him anymore."

"What did you do?" you asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, doll. I didn't kill him, just scared the hell out of him."

Steve chuckled and pulled out of the parking spot. "Good. Cuz if that asshole ever comes near her again..."

"He would be a complete idiot to try anything."

You sighed and leaned forward to place your good hand in between the two of them. "Thank you, both. I can't even express how much this means to me."

Steve placed his hand on top of yours and Bucky turned to face you. "Anything for you," he said softly.

Steve glanced over at his friend and then checked out your expression in the rearview mirror. Even with the cuts and bruises covering your face and distorting your eyes, he could see how much you cared about Bucky. And he knew just how much Bucky cared about you. All he ever wanted as your brother was for you to be safe, happy, and loved. "Just don't hurt her," he said softly.

You and Bucky turned to look at Steve. "What?" Bucky asked.

"Don't hurt her, okay? Treat her like a queen because she deserves nothing less."

You inhaled softly and Bucky just stared at his friend in stunned silence.

"Oh come on, you two. I'm not an idiot. I've known that you cared about her for years, Buck. You're my best friend, you can't hide shit like that from me. And you," he said as his eyes flicked to yours in the mirror. "You've had a crush on him since we were kids. I literally just walked in on the two of you cuddling in bed. You really wanna tell me you're not into each other?"

You and Bucky exchange glances before speaking at the same time, "I love him." "I love her." You both laughed lightly and blushed.

Steve just rolled his eyes. "I know, you idiots. Just please, dear god...please tell me to leave before you have sex. Please."

Bucky laughed loudly and you chuckled and buried your head in your hand. "Jesus, Steve," you mumbled.

He threw his hands up. "I'm just saying. I don't wanna be there and I sure as hell don't wanna know about it."

Bucky reached back and squeezed your hand gently, shooting a warm smile in your direction. "So you're cool with the fact that she's moving into my room, right?"

"Oh god," Steve said with a groan, earning a laugh from you and Bucky. "Kill me now."

Your laughter brought a smile to your brother's face and to Bucky's. All Steve ever wanted was for you to be happy. The fact that he got to see his best friend just as happy only added to the joy. "The two of you are going to be the death of me."

"Don't worry. Stevie. We'll put a sock on the door," you said with a smile.

Steve groaned and Bucky laughed, earning an even bigger smile from you. The rest of the ride back to the apartment was filled with jokes and laughter between three people who loved each other more than anything.

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[canirove]

Best friends… forever? | Chapter 12

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"Mate, stop stalking Mila."

"Uh?"

"You are checking her friend's Instagram. Again" John says.

"I wasn't. It was open there from earlier."

"Rúben, I'm not five. You were checking again that photo where she's in the background laughing with some guy."

"Ok, fine, yes. I was. Happy now?"

"No, I'm not. She asked you to give her space to make up her mind. Let her."

"It's not as if I'm constantly sending her texts or something like that" Rúben says.

"Maybe. But you are looking at that photo with such intensity, that I'm sure she can feel your eyes on her even if she's on the other side of the country."

"You are so funny" Rúben replies, rolling his eyes. "But do you think..."

"Do I think..."

"Do you think something happened between them?" he finally dares to ask. That thought had been on his head since the moment he saw the photo. He knew Mila, and she was definitely having fun with that guy, she wasn't faking it. And he had his arm around her waist, which means that he was definitely interested on her.

"Maybe? I don't know, man" John says. "But she is single. If she wants to hook up with someone, she's free to do it. And so are you."

"I don't want to hook up with anyone."

"I think it will do you some good, help you stop obsessing over Mila. That isn't healthy, mate."

"I know it isn't" Rúben sighs. And he hates himself for feeling like that.

"Then why don't we join Jack and the others tonight? We go out, have some fun, maybe meet some nice girls..."

"Ok, fine. Just don't pressure me to do anything."

"Me? Never" John smiles.

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"Rubes, mate, that girl over there is begging for your attention."

"John, what did I tell you this morning?"

"I don't know. You were crying over Mila and then... I don't know" he shrugs. "But look at that girl! Have you seen her? She's so hot!"

"John..."

"Mila may have shagged that dude from the photo. Don't you think you also deserve some fun?"

"I don't want a one night stand."

"Yes, I know, you want Mila, to marry her and have five children. But until that happens, you could have some fun, you know?" John insists. "She's coming over here. Be nice."

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"You could also do something, you know? I'm putting all the work."

"I'm sorry, Charlotte" Rúben says.

"Margot. My name is Margot" she replies, moving from being on top of him and sitting on the bed. "What is wrong with you?"

"It's too complicated" he sighs.

"You can tell me while I wait for my uber."

"I've fallen in love with my best friend."

"Oh, shit."

"Oh shit indeed” he chuckles.

"And does your best friend feel the same for you?"

"I think she does. But she's having some trouble accepting it, she's too scared. She thinks that if things go wrong, if we don't work out as a couple, our friendship will be over."

"An understandable feeling."

"I know. She's asked me to give her space, but I am struggling a bit with that."

"Are you stalking her or something?" Margot asks.

"No, no. I just... I'm constantly refreshing Instagram to see if she or the friends she's with have shared something new. I can't stop thinking about her."

"That's a bit stalkery."

"It is, isn't it?" Rúben sighs.

"If you really love her, you must give her that space, let her figure out things on her own. It will be tough, but it will also do you some good. You clearly don't like the way you are behaving."

"I don't, no. I hate it."

"Then uninstall Instagram from your phone. Block her number. Cut all type of communication with her, and just enjoy your lads holiday."

"What if something happens to her? What if she wants to talk to me and she can't?"

"Does she know any of your friends?" Margot asks.

"She knows them all, yes."

"Then if something happens, she can call them. And they can also keep up with her."

"It could work..."

"It works. That's how I stopped going back to my stupid ex" Margot shrugs. "And my uber is here."

"Thank you."

"What for?" she asks, getting up from the bed.

"The chat. I needed it."

"You're welcome” she smiles. “I would have enjoyed a lot more shagging you because you are like, the hottest man I have ever seen, but... Oh, well. Good night, John."

"That was my friend. I'm Rúben" he chuckles.

"John, Rúben, Charlotte, Margot..." she says with a smile. "It was nice meeting you."

"You too. Good night, Margot."

"Good night, Rúben" she says, leaving the room.

[theshelbyslimited]

a sudden thought (john shelby x reader)

gif credit to: @peakyblindersxx

note: a few days ago, I was struck w sudden and incredibly random inspiration and this john blurb/fic is the result of it. I am FARRR from a fanfic writer, I'm barely even a writer at this point but I couldn't let this inspiration go to waste whilst it was presenting itself.

note no.2: this is just a silly random fic so please don't take it too seriously. I cannot explain why I wrote it but I hope at least one person enjoys it.

warning: there is more than likely going to be grammatical errors and it may seem very 'wordy' in parts, I am not someone who is good at writing short sentences so please be gentle with me 🙈

I also want to thank @runnning-outof-time for letting me send this random fic to her for feedback, I appreciate you endlessly for it and I feel so honoured to have even been able to share my own 'work' with one of my favourite fanfic writers on this platform ❤️

John had just returned from a two-week long business trip with his brothers; therefore, you were cherishing having your other half back at your side at last. You currently sat side by side on the sofa, his right arm wrapped around your shoulders, his hand subconsciously caressing the slither of skin that could be felt atop your shoulder. There was no need for conversation in that moment, as you were both content to simply enjoy each other’s presence and the temporary silence that filled your home whilst the kids were still at Polly’s. A sudden thought struck you, prompting you to flicker your gaze up towards your husband’s restful face as he allowed his eyes to slide shut just for a moment.

“Would you still love me if I were a worm?” you speak aloud without any second thought or consideration. John’s eyebrows were suddenly raised so high, you became worried they may fly off his forehead and into the unknown, "what are you going on about love? What worm? Where is it?” John asked you, in a tone that voiced the confusion his face was expressing at your random questioning about a worm. “No, you idiot, there's no worm anywhere. I was asking, would you still love me if I were a worm?" you thought, perhaps, that if you put emphasis on the question that you were proposing to your husband, that his confusion would be erased, and he may actually give you an answer to it. Unfortunately, this is the John Shelby we are talking about here. Although your man most definitely possesses a certain intelligence when it comes to creating jokes or riddles that leave you hugging your aching stomach from laughter, he is most definitely not the sharpest tool in the shed (you still love him regardless). “Why would you want to be a worm for you numpty? Are you okay? Did something happen while I was away Y/N? You can tell me love, honestly” John asked, voice filled with worry. It seemed, he had gone from being confused to feeling concerned, wondering if maybe this was your way of conveying that something was weighing on your mind, and you needed his attention. You had to let out a laugh at John’s questioning of your current state, even if your heart was immensely warmed by his concern. Engulfing his left hand between your palms, you sat yourself up properly and turned to give your husband the entirety of your attention, “John, nothing’s happened yeah? Everything is completely fine. Just please answer the question, will you?" Perplexed by your need for an answer to such an absurd question, your husband brought his right hand down from behind you and laced it with your currently joint hands. With eyes filled with bemusement and adoration, John leaned forward, quickly placing a kiss upon your forehead and nose before saying, “If you insist. Yes, my dearly beloved Y/N, I would still love you if you were a worm, okay?"

Your face lit up like the night sky on the 4th of July and as your scrunched eyes met the crystalized orbs of your John, you both could not help but let out a shared laugh at the utter randomness of the conversation that just took place. “I love you John Shelby, forever and always” you say as you lean forward to kiss your husband, oh the things that man has to put up with when it comes to your random thoughts and questions. Returning the kiss, John bites down on your bottom lip before pulling back to gaze over your features and smirking to himself, “I love you too, worm." Oh, how John was never going to let you forget this conversation, even when you are both grey and old.

let me also tag some of my favourite fic writers bc y'all all inspire me to 'try' and write fic even half as brilliant as yours: @look-at-the-soul @zablife @notyour-valentine @gilmoreslorelai @retromafia @madame-wilsonn @gypsy-girl-08 @queenshelby @padfootdaredmetoo @christinasyellowflowers @cillspropertea (feel free to flip me ask if you wish to be removed).

[ghostlywhiskey]

I'm touch starved as shit. Mixed with the daddy issues, it's a miracle I don't faint when meeting a man who’s on the older side.

Just imagine the utter gentleness Price would have when he played with your hair. His hands just barely brushing your scalp, running his fingers through each strand. Soft and sweet, maybe he even hums a soft melody while doing it, smiling while he watches your body relax to his touch.

Your childhood was always swapping sides; your parents never actually listened to what you said, and when you withdrew to your room they’d protest and claim you never talked to them. After being with John for a while, he realized how much his attention meant to you.

He saw how the flicker of excitement in your eyes would dim when he didn't pay attention. He hated that feeling, he never wanted you to feel like he didn't care. John made an oath to himself that no matter what it was about, regardless of the time of day, he would listen. Engaged and attentive, he would watch you go on about whatever it was that was taking up your thoughts, sitting there and focusing on you.

Price, who would let you cry into his chest while his hands held you near. He looks down at you in his lap and breathes with you, squeezing your hand with his as he reassures you that you aren't a burden. Reassuring you that he won't leave.

John noticed that you would try and please him through simple chores, insisting on doing every little thing for him. Putting his coat away, fetching him a glass of water, making sure that his favorite book was on the bedside table, even polishing his shoes at some points. It wore you out, and he knew.

It was almost as if you were trying so hard to be perfect for him so he would be proud of you, and more likely to stay if you did things for him. One night he gently told you that you weren't obligated to do everything for him. Sure, the favors were greatly appreciated, and they made his life easier, but he would still love you even if you didn't do them.

That’s your John, a man who notices every little thing about you and makes sure you understand that he adores you with all your flaws and imperfections.

In his eyes, you had always been perfect, and always will be.

-🤎

if this man rang my doorbell you best believe I am sobbing and tackling him. I need him carnally.

oh. my god. I FEEL SEEN WITH THIS ONE. little TOOOOO specific…but fr id legit do everything and anything for this man.

wow. carnally, mentally, religiously - need him.

TEE HEE

[sweetjuniperandboiledsatan]

Chapter 25: Babysitting

Full story here: Not a Doctor, Not an Angel Either

Rating: M Pairing: John Marston x F!Reader; Javier Escuella x F!Reader Word count: 32,608 Chapters: 25/41 Warnings: Sexual content, mention of alcohol and cigarettes

You woke up a little later than usual, realising you only managed a few hours of sleep. You groggily turned to your side to see if John was there. He wasn't. You held still a little longer, listening, the sound of spoons clanking against bowls and Grimshaw's morning sermons could be heard from the inside of your tent.

If it were only up to you, you would've preferred to stay in bed and feel miserable about your encounter with Abigail last night, but alas, you knew that was too much to ask. Besides, your stomach was already growling, desperately begging you to find something, anything to eat. You begrudgingly got up and thought if you hurried, you might still get to have some of whatever Pearson was serving for breakfast nowadays.

"Hey, you headin' out?" John approached you later that morning as you were saddling up your horse.

"Yes, I need to get more supplies." You looked over your shoulder as you were accustomed to doing whenever you and John had the slightest interaction in broad daylight.

"What do you need supplies for?" he continued, noting the hesitation on your face.

"Medical supplies. We're running low, so I need to head to Rhodes to restock."

He placed his hand on yours affectionately as if trying to divert you from your errands before saying, "How about I go get your supplies, and you do a little something for me?"

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously at his request, uncertain where this was going. You knew better than to ask what he had in mind, but you asked anyway.

"Babysit Jack!? Are you out of your mind? No!" You exclaimed, brushing John's hand off yours. He was quick to catch your hand and held it for as long as he could as pleaded with you.

"Come on, [Y/N]."

"How about Mary-Beth, or… or Tilly? Where's Abigail anyway?" Getting increasingly annoyed at the thought of his request and his insistence on the matter.

"They headed out to St. Denis earlier, look at some dresses or something, whatever it is you ladies do." He swatted his other hand dismissively to make a gesture.

'And no one cared to invite you.' you reminded yourself bitterly.

"Well… I ain't good with kids, John!"

"Do I look like I'm good with kids?" He said flatly, and then his expression softened. He looked down, taking a deep breath, before revealing his true intentions to you. "Look, the only reason am asking is I was kinda hoping you'd spend some time with the kid."

"You are very special to me, [Y/N]," He looked at you, searching for your eyes. A mixture of vulnerability and sincerity painted across his scarred face, "and I just wanted for you two to get along, y'know."

"And Abigail approved this?" You looked at him in slight disbelief.

"Uh, I mentioned it to her, so uh, she knows." He scratched his head anxiously.

*

"I ain't letting that tramp anywhere near Jack!" Abigail was fuming.

"You're one to talk!" John shouted. Abigail's face contorted in anger; her jaw clenched tightly.

Their argument had escalated earlier that morning when John proposed that you babysit Jack for the day, and Abigail was having none of it. Her disdain for you had been palpable from the moment you and John started seeing each other, a fact that she had her suspicions on for a while and which she recently confirmed when she confronted you last night. The mere suggestion of you spending time with Jack had pushed her to the brink of fury.

"Hey, if you're okay with either Micah or that O'Driscoll boy watching your kid, that's fine by me too." He shrugged his shoulders, not giving Abigail much choice here.

"Oh, the hell with you, John!"

*

You groaned inwardly. This was the very last thing you had expected your day to turn out. Why would John put you in such an awkward situation with Jack?

You spotted Jack by himself. He was crouched on the ground with a stick in his hand, most likely drawing as you'd seen him do numerous times. You looked around before approaching the kid and realised the gang members had gone out, except maybe for a few – Uncle was dozing off as usual, and Kieran was tending to the horses. You could hear Micah humming contentedly as he worked his knife back and forth over a piece of wood, honing it to a fine point. There was something about being left there with Micah. That man's presence had always unnerved you.

"Hey, Jack," you greeted, trying to sound as friendly and warm as possible.

"Hi," he replied meekly, his eyes darting away from you.

You took a few steps closer, hoping to engage him in conversation. "Whatcha drawing there?"

He mumbled something you couldn't really understand, continuing to trace figures on the ground.

You watched him for a moment before speaking again. "So, uh, John asked me to spend some time with you today."

Jack looked up at you, his expression unreadable. "Okay."

Uncertain of what to do next, you took your spot next to him and spent the next few minutes with him in silence. 'What the hell are you doing, [Y/N]?' You asked yourself.

"Do you like drawing, Jack?" you asked again, attempting to break the ice between the two of you.

"I guess." He gave a half-hearted nod.

Jack's eyes followed you as you disappeared and came back a few minutes later with some pieces of paper and pencils you had lying around. You beckoned him to sit with you at the table, and he hesitantly followed. The two of you sat together by the round table, ignoring Micah, who was seated opposite you. The older man carefully observed the two of you as he continued to hum and play with his knife.

"Uh, let's try drawing something simple, maybe a tree," you suggested, picking up a pencil and paper. Jack hesitated for a moment before nodding and taking the pencil from you.

"Hey, that's not bad." You encouraged the little kid. He seemed to start enjoying himself. 'Okay, at least we're getting somewhere.'

You started doodling away as you continued watching Jack make progress. You couldn't help but feel distracted by Micah's constant humming. It was a soft, tuneless sound, but it grated on your nerves like sandpaper. You glanced over at him and saw that he had his eyes fixed on you while whittling away at the same piece of wood he had earlier. He cocked his head slightly, his lips still moving soundlessly as he studied you. You felt a shiver run down your spine and quickly averted your eyes, returning your attention to Jack.

"I see you're still chasing after John, even though he's got a kid. I guess you like playing mommy to someone else's brat." Micah said out of nowhere, a sly smirk on his face.

Micah leaned in your direction, a devious grin on his face. "You know, [Y/N], I can't help but notice how damn fine you're looking today," he said, his eyes lingering on your figure. "Maybe if you weren't so busy playing mommy with John's kid, we could have some real fun together."

Disgusted at Micah's obscene advances, you stood up without a second thought, hastily taking Jack along with you. "Come on, Jack, let's go find something else to do." You would have easily told Micah off any day, but not in front of a child - not in front of Jack. You held Jack's hand firmly and led him far away from camp, desperately hoping he didn't get any of that. 

*

You sat on a boulder as you carefully observed Jack, his small frame playing by the shallow waters of the lake. The sound of his feet splashing in the water did help calm your nerves. The kid was in a much better spirit now that he had warmed up to you, seemingly unperturbed and oblivious to your disturbing encounter with Micah earlier. You quite envied his carefree innocence.

You thought about Jack and wondered what his life was like, being brought up by a group of outlaws to a life exposed to criminality and harsh realities; a reluctant father on the one hand, and on the other, a mother who just wanted nothing else but the best for him. You pondered about what the future held for him – will he grow up just like John? Dutch? Hosea? Will he ever be able to get out of this life and experience a normal life for once, take on an honest and decent living, and maybe find himself a good wife?

You thought about Abigail, who fiercely loved him and would do anything to protect him. Despite everything between the two of you, you couldn't really blame her for her animosity towards him. She had endured so much, this much you know – her past life, and that year John ran away when she had just given birth, and like John, she too was an orphan. Maybe that's why they had easily fallen for each other a long time ago. They have a common ground, a deep and mutual understanding of each other's lives and history, something you, an outsider, could never really truly understand.

"I'm cold." Jack's voice distracted you from your thoughts.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close for warmth. "Let's head back to camp and get you dried off. It's still a bit of a walk, though," you said with a smile.

You started making your way back with Jack in tow. The leaves rustled gently beneath your feet. A light breeze brushed against your skin. It had gotten colder now that the sun was about to set.

Your heart suddenly dropped, and your face grew pale as you noticed three heavily armed men emerge from the foliage surrounding you. You instinctively pulled Jack behind you in your attempt to shield him from any potential harm and danger.

You could hear your heart pounding against your ribcage as the men advanced towards you, their weapons held firmly in their hands. Your muscles tensed up as you prepared for whatever was about to happen next. The burly man in the middle with greying hair and bushy beard, stepped forward, pointing his gun straight at your face.

"We know you stole our horses," he growled menacingly at you. "And now we're taking something of yours." He yanked Jack out of your arms with so much force that he yelped in pain and burst into tears. Before you could even react or do anything, you felt a sharp blow to the back of your head, effectively knocking you out and spiraling into darkness.

You heard the man spoke once more, “This is what you Yankees get for messing with us!” before everything turned dark.

***

[thehorrorsartandblog]

Welcome to my laziest written chapter yet. I was having a lot of trouble trying to get this into words. But for a couple chapters the story will be like this. Kinda like the old Chinese book “journey to the west” lol.

Chapter 10:Rivers and valleys

Deseret looked out at the wagon train now that she was back in the wagon. The pioneers had to take a break in a place unfamiliar to her for the rest of the winter. She didn’t know what or where it was but people kept calling the place Iowa. 

“What are you looking at?” A voice came from behind and scared her. 

“Hey! Why do you insist on scaring me!” She screamed. John laughed. He had hurt his leg earlier in the day and was sitting in the wagon.

“Why would I not insist?” He laughed again.

“You know how I feel about getting scared like that.” She had tears starting to form in her eyes. She hated the feeling of fear. It reminded her of what she had lost.

“I’m sorry I always forget.” He apologized. While their older brother Brigham Jr. was staring daggers into johns back.

Deseret got out of the wagon to begin walking again. Maybe find Mr.Young and tell him what just happened. She walked up towards the front to try and find him. 

“What do you think you are doing?” He had found her instead. She slowed down her pace to match his.

“John kept trying to scare me so I came to walk with you.” She said.

“Fine, I guess you can stay out but only if you stay by my side. Understood?”

“Yes Mr.Young” She happily chirped. 

 It didn’t take long for people to notice and laugh along the trail again. Although to her something felt off. She had questioned it before but never gotten an answer. Why didn't people remember her as Mr. and Mrs.Smiths adopted daughter? She just didn’t get it. People have said that she reminds them of ‘that little girl the smiths took in’ but that was as far as people remembered and said. Curiosity got the better of her. She went and asked one of the other adults. 

“What happened to Mr. and Mrs.Smith’s girl?” The question shattered the woman she asked.

“You’re too little to know such things.” 

“But she was my best friend!” She lied through gritted teeth. She didn’t like lying but something was wrong.

“Oh. Oh my.” The woman responded. “Well you see the little girl they had went to heaven.”

“Really?” This was a bit confusing. Deseret was walking right there beside the woman was she not?

“The night Mr.smith died,she died.” The woman paused for a moment, “let us not talk about it anymore.”

She was dead? Impossible Deseret was standing right there. If I died, why am I here? She pondered to herself.

“Ah Des, did you make a new friend?” Mr.Young was back.

“I just had a question for her, that's all!” She smiled.The woman nodded before wandering off within the group.

“It’s good to see you so active and happy again. You don’t typically talk to people you don’t know like you did in the past.” Mr.Young pulled the girl along. “There is a river ahead and I would hate for you to be left behind”

Mr.Young barely finished his sentence before a loud gunshot ran out. It echoed through the train.The wagons halted once again but not for a peaceful meal this time. Deseret felt herself get picked up. Brigham Jr. also heard the gunshot and panicked. So he arrived to take her back to the wagon. 

“Hide.” Was all John could say before more gunshots were heard. She didn’t need to be told twice as she ducked under some furniture. John and Brigham also hid with her. But not before Brigham covered the three of them in a quilt to hide them better.

Des was squeezed between her two brothers. They sure weren’t letting her get hurt. She almost always felt safe around them.

“What’s going on?” John whispered.

“People are just trying to attack and steal from the wagons.” Brigham responded quietly.

“What?” John spoke softly. Des lifted the blanket a bit so she could see what was going on. There was loud yelling but she couldn’t make out what was being said. But Brigham noticed and pushed the blanket down more. Another gunshot was heard but this time it sounded like it hit its target. 

The three panicked again. Was someone dead? Des peaked out again. The woman she had spoken with earlier was now lying face first on the ground with a bullet wound in the back of her head. Des was shocked but she didn’t make a sound. Her mind was running circles around her head. What was going on? Before they knew it though the people had left with their stolen money and a stolen life.

[lediz-watches]

Hang on to your life

In this episode, Carlos proves himself The Best Hero and I love him.

Side note – the episode image from the wiki (which is where I get these from) could not have picked a more 70s dressed set image if it possibly tried. Also: BREAD.

I’m liveblogging The Winchesters as a Supernatural!virgin. Please keep my lack of knowledge in mind if you continue...

In episode thoughts:

Ha. Cat scare. And here I was thinking about how Buffy taught me to enjoy the irony of a guy going down a dark alley to die

He… appears to be smoking? Like, literally?

Oh. Spontaneous Combustion. Or not so spontaneous, it seems. But will there be a foot left behind?

Really, John? You’re asking if she’s out NOW? Timing, my dude.

Ugh. Okay, on the one hand, I enjoy an episode where my two favourites get to take the lead, but on the other hand… actually, pause, I have to talk about this because I think it’s important.

By staying behind, John is making it clear that Mary is his priority over the job. And normally, that would be a good thing, because it shows balance and emotional connection over the whole violence thing. It would be a sign he can be redeemed. But the thing is, he doesn’t normally do this, and following on from his not great timing earlier, to me this feels… uncomfortable. As I’m writing this, I realise that it feels vaguely controlling. Like the sort of behaviour that implies he’s more doing it because he wants to keep an eye on Mary and make sure she doesn’t make any decisions about her life without him having a say in it.

And I do know that’s me making assumptions, probably. I hope I’m just reaching and misreading because I dislike John as a character, but right now, as I’m watching it, that’s how it feels.

And it is NOT MADE BETTER by Carlos’s response of “I’ll allow it”, as much as that was played as a joke, because… dude, Carlos, you’re still a man, and in this context, that statement feels like you are ‘allowing’ a boy to stay with your female friend. This is how people read too much into fiction and make unhealthy connections and hyper!feminist critique and get angry and ughhhh stop doing this…!

Okay moving on, sorry, I’m done.

I appreciate this bartender. I feel his hospitality pain.

…Yeah, Carlos is so Rivers Gemini forever now. It suits him, and that bed jacket he’s wearing today.

Mary. MARY. Note the flag. I know I said I’m done, but NOTE THE FLAG.

So, Rivers, what’s the need to get out?

Oh look, another character I’m supposed to recognise and don’t! The music insists. I’m sure I’ll figure that out later.

Aw, Carlos misses the life that could have been. That’s sad but exactly the sort of the thing I was hoping for from Mary! Why is Carlos’s understated backstory everything I wanted from Mary?

Oh. Maybe hat-guy isn’t supposed to be recognised so much as future important.

Wait, so Ada knows Mary’s dad. I didn’t think he was a Man of Letters? Are Men of Letters and Hunters the same thing? That hasn’t been clarified!

Okay, no. Mary’s dad doesn’t like the Men of Letters. But he does know Ada. And Ada was definitely one of Henry’s partners, and Henry was a Man of Letters. I AM SO CONFUSED.

Feather guy was gonna burn Jericho… but went for the bartender? For why?

That’s a cool tattoo. I like it. Probably not worth the burning humans, but still cool.

Okay, he’s not a look or aesthetic style of Loki that I’d like, but I do enjoy a trickster god.

Yes, Sam, you’re right. This sudden character development from the crew is ridiculous in less than a few months. I love them, but I agree, this is very strange that we’re supposed to believe this happened the way it did.

He’s also right that Mary’s a stubborn jackass. And I do like that this all happened because Sam realised he’d screwed up as a parent. And was his misguided attempt to get her out of the game. Oh, yes, I like this so much. Now I just want her to realise that she wanted the choice, but also wanted the game.

SUBTITLES THAT TRANSLATE SPANISH! IMPROVEMENTS!

Oh, Loki, you bastard trickster. This is cruelty to a hero.

And sure enough, Carlos is the hero I want.

G-gli- glitter?

Oh, but Loki, you will. These are the rules of gods. You test humanity and if humanity succeeds, you must accept it.

Awwww Carlos and Mary (and Lata being a brat in the background) and I love it so much!

Look, Samuel, I appreciate the sentiment, but I would be way happier with you if you said ‘hey, so, Ada found this thing and I’m planning to go help her out. You can come, but we also need to find those places again, and your team is great, so maybe we could split up’

Come oooon, Carlos, live the dream again for a minute

Because yeah, this you, I buy 100%. Is good food for the fangirl.

Also, I kind of want this cover on my spotify now.

M-Millie, what are you doing in this montage right now?

Oh, Mary… oh Mary.

And that’s another flag, that he’s not focussed on her when she’s saying THAT, of all things. I mean, I know the fans are freaking out right now, but come on. That was a big statement for this woman, pay her some goddamn mind.

Let’s just cut out John so I can enjoy this, because it was actually a great episode and I really loved a lot of it!

I love Carlos. I love his story, I love that he gave up his dreams to DO GOOD, that he was willing to sacrifice and sacrifice to the end, and that that, in fact, was his saving grace, and he was still given a moment to be the man he wanted to be, WHILE loving his life and his family and arghh he’s such a wonderful character I love him so much!

And Samuel! The whole story being a result of Samuel screwing up his attempt to set things right! The fact that he acknowledged that his father screwed him up, so he screwed up Mary and Maggie, and when he lost Maggie he knew he needed to save Mary, but he didn’t COMMUNICATE so it all went to hell, and ladies and gentlemen this is what happens when you don’t COMMUNICATE and –

And he’s so proud of the leader his little girl has become! Because all she ever really needed was a chance to be a hero and look at her becoming so much better than Samuel or his father or any of them ever were and –

AND LATA IS SUCH A LITTLE BRAT I LOVE HER SO MUCH.

Gah! Chapter Nine, right, right, moving on. (or back to chapter one if you care.)

[abrunettefangirlnerd]

Hugs - JJ Maybank

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Prompt: The reader is the first one to offer up a hug for anyone that needs one, especially to her boyfriend JJ. Who of which notices this one day and tries to change this and is met with an unexpected reaction.

Warmings: Negative body image

             Listening to Kie talk about the fight she just had with her mom, tears fall down your best friend’s face. You were hanging out with the guys at the Chateau when Kie barged in with steam coming out of her ears. It is the same fight as always. Her mother doesn’t approve of her choice in friends. The only one she seems to like is you but is still skeptical because you are a born kook choosing to be a pogue. It is a fight you are all too familiar with from your own mom.

“Aw Kie. I am so sorry.” You get up from beside JJ and wrap your arms around her warm sun-kissed skin. “If you want you can tell your mom you are staying at my place. My mom already things I am staying at yours. We can just chill here tonight.”

             As if on cue you feel your phone buzz in your back pocket. The power is still out on this side of the island, but kook territory is fully functional again. You don’t think it is fair and you spend a great deal of time using as little technology as possible. The phone is an agreement you have with your mother. As long as you have it on you, you can remain off of house arrest and get to hang out with your friends. Your mom is even less of a fan of your friends than Kie’s mom.

Have fun tonight sweetie! I am happy to see you are hanging out with the right sort of people tonight. - Mom

             You roll your eyes as a flame ignites all your repressed anger. Lately there have been so many things on your mind. Almost all of them because of your mom. She constantly gets on to you about your friends and most of all your boyfriend. She doesn’t seem to understand what is wrong with the kook boys from school. No matter how many times you explained to her about how awful they are she insist that they are still better than JJ. If only that was the only problem.

“Hey babe,” JJ’s voice breaks you from your thoughts. “Everything alright?”

“Yes,” you smile away your pained expression brewing below the surface. “I am perfect.”

             A beautiful smile spread across JJ’s features. All your problems and insecurities are washed away by this one boy’s smile. You would give anything to make sure this smile stays at all times. He deserves unimaginable happiness.

             Looping your arms around JJ’s neck, he responds immediately by placing his arms around your waist. You allow yourself to break his beautiful smile by lightly pressing your lips against his. You shiver despite it being 90 degrees Fahrenheit outside. JJ pulls your body in closer and your fingers twirl the hair at the nape of his neck. It has always been easy for the two of you to get lost with the other, despite the company.

“Ew gross.” Pope wines and Kie quickly joins in.

“I won’t stay the whole night if you two keep doing that.” Kie attempts to threaten but ultimately fails with her laughter.

             The two of you rejoin the rest of the party as John B goes on about the treasure again. But JJ is only half listening. His eyes are trained on you the entire time, watching your movements. JJ knows that you tell him the majority of your problems at home. It is a rule you two have, no secrets when it comes to family drama. It had been your idea because you were scared the JJ would lose it from living with his father. But JJ is worried that you aren’t telling him everything due to the shit he deals with at home. That maybe some how you feel like your problems aren’t as important.

**

“Mom I’m home!” You shout from the door as you take off your shoes.

“In the kitchen! Did you have fun with Kieara?” You mother shouts back.

“Yeah! I’m going to go unpack and shower.”

             Making your way up to your bedroom you quickly undress and hop into the warm shower. Feeling the water wash away the sweat from the night of no air conditioning. Normally you wouldn’t mind because in the morning you all usually go for a swim but the boys all had to work today. The plan is to meet up afterward and head out on the boat. Making the shower a little pointless but you don’t care. Your mother would prefer to keep the furniture spotless of any impurities.

             Stepping out of the shower you search for your towel before realizing that you left it in your bedroom. Huffing in frustration you attempt to air dry as you run your fingers through your hair for any last remaining tangles. As the steam begins to clear from the room, you are better able to see yourself in the mirror. Instantly you wish the steam would come back as your mother’s comments flood through your mind.

“Be careful of what you eat (Y/N),” your mother sings. “You’ve started gaining some weight this last month. We all know that men like a women with a perfect figure.”

             Your eyes fall on your arms. Then your stomach. And finally your thighs, which you are most insecure about. You’re whole life you have struggled with the way you look but since finding the pogues it hasn’t mattered as much. You know JJ loves you just the way that you are. Yet there is still a little voice inside your head telling you otherwise, your mother’s voice.

             Feeling overwhelmed you make a break for your room. The cool air clings to your partially wet naked body as you fly down the hallway. Closing the door behind you, you grab for your robe and wrap it around your body. Making sure it is secure you head toward your drawer for your swimsuit but stop in your tracks as you find JJ sitting on your bed.

“I thought you were working till two today.” You say slightly out of breath.

“They let me off early and I thought I would surprise my girl.” JJ’s smirk does not let up. “Didn’t know I would get such a great welcome.”

             You try to smile it off. All those thoughts you wanted to leave behind in the bathroom. If only water could wash this away as easily as it does sweat and dirt. If only life could be a bit more simple, for everyone. Apparently JJ notices your unease as his smirk slowly disappears from his lips. A more concerned and gentle expression paints itself across his face.

             JJ notices your tear-filled eyes and flushed cheeks. Even from taking a shower they usually do not remain red for very long. He can even notice that your smile is slightly off. JJ has made it is job to keep a smile on your face and knows when they are real or not. It is hard to get passed him.

“Y/N what is wrong?” JJ slowly climbs off your bed. “Don’t say nothing because we know that isn’t true. We have that rule, remember?”

Walking slowly to you, JJ wraps his arms around you in a hug. The first hug in a long time that someone is giving you. Normally you are the ones giving hugs to others, to comfort them. For the first time in a very long time, you are receiving a hug. There is a reason for this. Not able to hold back any pent-up emotions, tears spill from your eyes like waterfalls. Cries and gasps for air escape your lips. The walls you have built up are collapsing all from a hug, JJ’s hug. The perfect hug.

You have no idea how long you have been crying but the slight headache from dehydration tells you a very long time. JJ lifts you up from the ground and lays your small frame on your bed. Without breaking his hold on you he situates his body next to yours. Now you lay partially on him, JJ’s arms still wrap around you rubbing small soothing circles over your robe.

             Once you calm down enough you begin to tell him everything, and not once does JJ’s hold on you loosen. You tell him about your fights with your mom like Kie has with her mom. About how she ridicules you for having a pogue as a boyfriend and constantly introduces you to men that belong on the kook side of the island. That she has threatened to send you to boarding school for your senior year because according to her you are a wild child that needs discipline. Finally ending with how all you want to wear now are big baggy clothes because your mom has pulled at the ever so slow unraveling of a thread you have holding away your insecurities about your body.

             JJ’s mind reels as he comprehends everything you tell him. He knew something was up but he had no idea how much you have been carrying around. Mentally he hits himself for not being more attentive or being distracted by too many other things. JJ can’t find the right words to say. What does one say about things that they can’t change for the person they love that is hurting? What does Y/N normally say to him?

“I love you (Y/N),” JJ whispers as he kisses your forehead. “Nothing can ever change that.”

             These were the only words he could say. But from now on he makes a vow to himself to check in more to your needs. To hug you more often. A real hug, not one of those quick hugs from behind and spin you around types. Meaningful hugs. The type you give him any time he has gone home for a bit, or slightly seem off, or just simply to give one. JJ feels like there is so much power in your hugs. He always feels like you are helping him hold himself together through your contact. That is what he wants to do for you. Even though he can’t do much to help with you and your mom, he wants to help you feel like things are holding together.

[milliedazzledust]

If A Look Could Kill (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Words: 1429 words

A/N: this is literally a blurb from a scene in the 2nd episode of fatws when they're all in the car after they fought the supersoldiers

They had been in the same car for no more than ten minutes and Y/N was already holding herself back from punching the smug smile on the man pretending to be Captain America. Both fake heroes had showed up in the middle of their fight, throwing around Steve’s shield, acting like the world owed them anything.

Earlier that day, inside the comfort of the apartment she shared with Bucky, she had watched the cocky man parading in front of cameras, standing in a stadium. She had heard him talk about Steve like he knew him, like he had fought along side with him. And when he had compared Steve to a brother, when she had seen the look of hurt and betrayal on Bucky’s face, her heart had shattered.

She knew that sometimes grief could come like a runaway truck, that despite seeing it careening down the highway, we might not have enough time to get out of its way. And she had seen it that morning, that grief smashing Bucky right in the face when he had least expected it. She didn’t know the man the government had chosen to replace the Captain, but she already hated him for causing her lover pain.

"If you guys joined us we could …" The man pretending to be in charge started as the military vehicle was moving.

"No." Bucky hostly cut him.

There wasn’t a lot of space between the five of them. She had been forced to sit next to the man with the shield while her friends were in front of her.

The tension was almost palpable. Sam had his arms crossed and his lips pursed and Bucky was visibly clenching his jaw. Their patience was hanging by a thread and only she seemed to have notice.

Ignoring the conversation they were having, she exchanged a knowing look with her boyfriend. He had a short temper and habits he had picked up from his alter-ego that could potentially get him to explode. Judging by the side glances Sam kept giving him, she guessed she wasn’t the only one worried.

"What do you say, Y/N ?" She heard the man sitting next to her talk.

Unwillingly, she turned around to look at him.

"What was that ?" She asked him.

His smirk alone was enough to make her roll her eyes.

"We could use a … woman like you" He told her suggestively. She didn’t miss the way he looked her up and down, neither did Bucky.

"A woman like me ?" She repeated, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head to the side.

"Yeah, you’ve got potential, babe. So what do you say ?" He said in a seductive voice. "Interested in joining us ?"

A quick glance at her boyfriend was enough for her to tense when she saw him going from annoyed to seriously pissed off. He was scowling at the man with all his old ferocity, looking everything like the assassin he had once been.

"Does he always stare like that ?" Battlestar inquired, nodding toward Bucky.

"You do know your friend is disrespecting Y/N in front of her boyfriend who also happens to be one of the most prolific assassin on this planet, right ?" Sam ironically told him.

The woman narrowed her eyes at the man sitting next to her, irritated by his behavior.

"At what point did you decide we were close enough for you to refer to me as ‘babe’ ? Because I think I missed the memo between the need to punch your face and the craving to shove your ego up your ass"

Bucky’s chest swelled with pride at her comeback and he sniggered. He knew she was a strong woman and had always loved that feisty side of her. She was fire and he was ice, a perfect combinaison yet dangerous association. Even Sam seemed pleased when he noticed Walker growing uncomfortable next to her.

"Look, we know you don’t like us" The other soldier known as Battlestar answered.

"That’s an understatement" Sam muttered under his breath.

"We’re on the same team here" Walker added.

"No, we’re not" Bucky glared at him.

The soldier with the shield sighed. He pursed his lips, thinking for a moment before glancing at the men in front of him.

"I’m not trying to replace anyone" He started to explain.

"You couldn’t if you tried" Y/N mocked him.

"My point is, I know I’m not Steve and I’m not trying to be. But I am Captain America"

"Like hell you are" Bucky scornfully stated.

"It takes a lot more than knowing how to throw a shield to become a superhero" Sam reminded him.

"I am what the world need right now" He insisted.

"What the world want. Big difference" Sam continued.

"You were getting your ass kicked back there" Battlestar told them, helping his friend’s case. "We saved you"

"Should we say thank you ?" Y/N ironically threw at them.

"This isn’t up to you. Why are we even arguing about that ?" Walker was getting annoyed.

"Because you’re not even half the man Steve was yet you keep parading like a clown pretending to be someone you’re not" Bucky aggressively spoke with a cold voice. "You don’t get to mention his name, Walker, not when you’re destroying all he’s ever work for"

"Bucky…" Sam called him with a cautious tone, trying to get him to calm down.

The former assassin shut his mouth, refraining himself from saying anything more.

"Obviously there’s some issues you still need to work on" Walker spoke with a grin on his face. "But my offer still stands. We’d work better together"

"Keep on dreaming" Y/N expressed, rolling her eyes.

"If we’re being honest here, the only thing I dream about is you out of that suit" He forcefully flirted, looking down at her superhero outfit

She cringed at his useless attempt of seduction and missed the way Bucky’s expression turned dark in the split of a second. He clenched his jaw so hard his veins were visibly noticeable and his blue eyes were boring into Walker. If a simple stare could kill, he’d already be dead. He looked as menacing as can be with that hostile glare and his anger was reflecting itself through the way his muscles were bulging, ready to attack.

"Don’t do anything stupid" Sam warned him when he realized the man’s patience was running low.

Bucky growled and before any of them could react, the super soldier watched his newfound nemesis casually placing his hand on his girlfriend’s thigh. His entire body tensed and his blood ran cold.

"If you don’t take your hands off me in the next two seconds, you’re gonna lose both of them, Walker" Y/N threatened him.

"I’d take her word, Captain, ‘cause you’re about to be eaten alive" Sam advised him.

The soldier dismissed him and laughed, which only seemed to anger the woman and her boyfriend.

It all happened too fast for anyone to react. Just as Y/N was about to assault the man, Bucky decided to let his rage speak for himself and reached for Walker’s hand, twisting his fingers. He could almost feel the bones on the verge of breaking and his skin had started to turn red as the former assassin applied more pressure. The soldier grunted loudly in pain, trying to release himself from the tightening grip.

"Stop the car !" Bucky shouted.

The vehicle slowed down and he menacingly leaned toward Walker.

"If you so much as glance at her again, I will rip you to pieces"

Maybe it was the tone in his voice, or the serious promise of death he could see in his eyes, but the soldier bit back the lump in his throat, unable to answer. He looked terrified.

"Told you" Sam shrugged as Bucky released the man.

They both stepped out of the car, waiting for Y/N. The woman, still angry, turned to stare at the soldiers in blue and red.

"One more thing" She tilted her head.

Without notice, her fist collided with John Walker's jaw. The loud impact with his face was enough to almost knock him out and she smiled. Pleased with herself, she got up and followed her friends.

"Was that really necessary ?" Sam joked and they started walking.

"Oh c’mon, you know you’ve been dying to punch the guy" She smirked.

Bucky placed his human arm around her shoulders and a sweet kiss on the side of her forehead, secretly satisfied.

[golden-barnes]

Audacity

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Bucky has a long list of reasons to hate John Walker. But the fake Captain America deciding to flirt with you, definitely takes the cake.

Category: Smut 18+

Warning: Jealous Bucky is just soft dom! Bucky, dirty talk, penetrative sex, slight chocking, closet sex, and just John Walker being annoying

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: trying out this new format bc I liked the way it look when I did the Spencer Reid fic. A small spoiler warning for the newest FATWS episode but other than that it’s like an AU bc this really has nothing to do with yesterdays’ episode. Comment and reblog pls and thank you!

There’s a lot to hate about John Walker. The fact that he is trying to replace Steve as a cheap version of Captain America. His stupid face and the way he handles the shield. Even the way he speaks comes off as pretentious and arrogant.

But what really made Bucky seethe with anger is the fact that his little beady eyes would not stop looking at you. Undressing you with his eyes. Taking in every move and gesture you made. It made Bucky’s blood boil. He kept clenching and unclenching his fist. How haven’t you noticed his insisting fucking starring? 

“Can you chip your teeth? Because I’m pretty sure you might by how clenched your jaw” Sam said, patting Bucky on the back. He just rolled his eyes but decided not to say anything. 

There was nothing that can be done. They made a silent pack not to anger the imposter. The government had asked Sam, Bucky and you to help out with a smuggling ring that they have discovered and low and behold, their little Captain America got his ass handed to him. They basically begged them to help. Bucky almost screamed a Fuck no into their faces but you managed to hold him off from punching the soldier that appeared at your apartment. 

You turned around and bent over to pick up something. You were unaware that the fake Captain America licked his crusty lips while looking at you. He kept eying you like a piece of meat. Bucky rolled his eyes again and turned to Sam who was quietly reading the reports.

“Can I punch him?” Bucky whispered to Sam.

“Do you want your pardon to be revoked?” Sam said to him, not even looking up from the reports.

“There’s nobody here. Y/N won’t say anything. You definitely won’t mind.” Bucky whispered, glaring at the blond man that kept staring at you. You clearly didn’t give a shit about him. Therefore, why was he still looking at you?

Sam rolled his eyes at his ex-assassin friend. “Yeah, and later we can steal the shield.” Sam looked up from the reports and pushed them to the side. 

“Exactly! Yeah, now that’s a plan.” Bucky said excitedly, standing up from his chair trying to make his way to John before being stopped by Sam, who grabbed his friend by the arm and pulled him back into his chair. Before Bucky could protest, he heard you whistle at them. 

“Hey, guys! I think I have something.” You said. The three men surrounded you, while you were explaining how you found out the new base location for the smuggling ring.

Bucky tried his best to focus on what you were saying and your explanation, but he couldn’t help but notice that the Kmart version of Captain America was inching closer and closer to you. Didn’t this man have a wife? Bucky swore he read that somewhere. Why does he keep staring and getting closer to you?

“Oh! Sorry, ma’am.” The jackass said, when he “accidentally” bumped into you, he grabbed your waist and forearm to stabilize you. 

“It’s okay.“ You told him, and let out a soft chuckle. Bucky felt his pen explode in his hand. The three of you turned to the pouty super soldier who just rolled his eyes and went back to looking at the schematics. 

You knew something was up with Bucky. He didn’t say anything. Not after the pen exploding incident. Not even when you were joking around with Sam. He loved making witty comebacks to your jokes. It was your thing. 

But maybe it was John Walker’s presence that made it uncomfortable for him. You knew Bucky hated the guy, mostly cause he took Steve’s spot without earning it. But there was something more to this. Bucky has always had a staring problem, but the number of sharp glares he has been sending to Walker has been enough to alert anyone. You couldn’t comfort him, not without making it super apparent that you are dating. And Bucky had already expressed that he doesn’t want to publicize it unless it’s only Sam that’s around. 

“Agent Y/L/N, I think I found something,” Torres said, signaling to you to go follow him upstairs. You took one last look at Bucky, who was still glaring at the oblivious John Walker.

“Damn, I don’t know how you guys get any work done with that around you all the time,” John said, staring at you walking up the stairs. More specifically, staring at your ass. 

Bucky looked at Sam, almost begging him to let him punch the douchebag that is this man. But Sam gripped his forearm. Bucky will not lose his pardon like this. 

“How about we focus on the damn mission?” Bucky almost growled. John Walker put his hands up.

“I’m sorry man. It’s just- look at her.” John sat back and leaned into his chair. From the distance, he could see you talking to Torres. 

“C’mon man. You asked us for our help but we aren’t here to do all the work.” Sam said trying to be the peacemaker between the super-soldier with a murderous gaze and the soldier with the wondering eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah sorry.” John said trying to go back to the records. You were descending from the stairs and walking over to them. John brought his attention back to you. The way your hips would sway when you walked. The confidence in every step. Everything Bucky loved, and apparently fucking John did too.

“Guys, I think we need to rest for today. I am a little bit burned out. I think we all are.” You said, with your hands on your hips. Bucky felt his heart clench, you did look tired. Especially because you were almost doing all the work and piecing all of the clues. 

“That’s an incredible idea.” Sam said stretching in his chair. He also looked tired. It made Bucky feel bad that he has been focusing all his energy on glaring and not helping out. He almost felt guilty.

Almost because a surge of rage flows through him again. John “Can’t take a hint” Walker smirked at you while you were grabbing the files that were on the table. 

Bucky didn’t even give you a chance to say goodbye. To Sam or the annoying motherfucker that made Bucky want to break rule number 2.

“Woah, Buck. what are you doing?” You said while the brunet dragged you around the base. His grip on your forearm was hard but not enough for it to hurt. Bucky wouldn’t hurt you, not in any way you wouldn’t like it. 

There was something about how Bucky was walking, the silence, the way he was searching for something but never letting go of you.

Bucky opened up a closet door. 

“Get in, doll.”  He whispered in your ear, in a low deep voice. You let out a gasp, feeling goosebumps all over your body. You looked at Bucky in the eyes, and you knew he wasn’t in the mood for a fight. You entered the closet space without protesting.

It was a small storage closet. It barely had anything in it so you felt cramped. You turned to Bucky, while he closed the door. The man stalked towards you and you walked backward till your back hit the wall. Bucky had you cornered, and you didn’t mind it.

“Did you have fun, doll?” Bucky said, getting close to your face. His hands went to your hips, pulling you towards him. 

“Buck, what are you talking about?” You whispered to him. Bucky rolled his eyes and took one of his hands off your hips. Placing it on your neck, lightly applying some pressure to it. You gasped at his touch, he chuckled a bit at your reaction. 

“C’mon darling. Did you have fun playing around with the imposter Captain America? I mean he had fun looking at you. So I’m assuming that you had fun being looked at.” He said, with his hand still on your neck and his face inches away from your face. You looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Oh, you didn’t notice that. Well, I did. Maybe I should teach you who do you belong to. Would you like that sweetheart?” He said, his breath tickling your lip. You nodded, breathless. Bucky smiled at you.

The hand that was around your neck, went to your chin. Grabbing it and pulling you closer so that your lips would meet. His hands started to wander across your body, while yours looped around his neck. 

Your kisses started to grow hungrier, more desperate. As if Bucky spotted kissing you, you would fade away. His hands reached the zipper of your pants and pulled it down. Not even breaking from your kiss, Bucky managed to push your pants down. You break from your kiss to get out of them, while Bucky took off his pants and underwear.

He didn’t wait. He pushed you softly back on the wall and started to leave kisses and soft bites all over your neck. 

“Jump, baby girl,” He said softly against your skin, patting your butt.

 And you did just so. Wrapping your legs around his waist, with one of his hands on your ass and another moving your panties to the side. 

“Hold that there, baby. Let me make you feel so good.” Holding his neck with one hand, you moved another hand to hold your panties to the side, to make it easy for him.

“Good girl.”And with one thrust, he was inside you, hitting all the spot. You moaned and gripped the back of his neck tightly.

“Like that doll? Can anyone else do this to you uhn? C’mon doll give me everything you got.” With every word that came out of his mouth, he would thrust hard and deep into you. You felt lightheaded. Your legs tightening around his waist but his thrust wouldn’t stop.

“Fuck, Buck. Don’t stop.” You gasped. Bucky kept kissing your neck. Overloading your senses. You were close, you knew it. Bucky knew it. You could feel him grin against your skin.

“Who makes you feel this good, doll?” He asked. You gasped at his sudden change in pace. He started to thrust more desperately, less controlled. He was close too.

“You. Fuck, only you.Shit, Bucky. I’m going to cum.”  Bucky smirked at you.

“Then cum, doll.” Bucky silenced your cries with his lips. Still thrusting into you, letting you ride your high and getting to his. And that wouldn’t be long.

With one final thrust, Bucky came. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and let you down.

“I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You said, putting on your pants.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiled at you. You slapped his chest lightly, which made him laugh.

“I hope you realize that I would never go with discount Captain America over there.” You joked which made Bucky laugh even harder. You both were dressed and tried to look as decent as you could to leave the closet and the base.

“Let’s hope that fucking in an army base won’t be the reason you lose your pardon.” You said, grabbing Bucky’s hand, to give him reassurance. He gave you a smirk.

“Maybe if we let them watch, they won’t take it away,” Bucky replied to you, giving you a wink. 

“Yeah and get John Walker to join would also help your case.” Bucky stopped in his tracks and looked at you.

“Oh, you are gonna get it when we get home.” Now it was your turn to wink at your boyfriend.

“I’m hoping I do.” Bucky shook his head but pulled you closer to him. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, walking towards the exit of the base. Confident that John Walker couldn’t take you away from him.