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What's up, Buck?
AN: And another late answer to an ask! Hahahaha. Thank you for the thot, Em. He looks so grumpy here!
Unbeta'd ficlet ahoy!
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Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Avenger Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
CW: Antagonistic work colleagues to lovers, Grumpy Bucky, Canon typical violence, confessions of feelings, idiots in lust, kissing, implied future smut.
“What’s up, Buck?” You called out with a smile as you passed the metallic staring machine in the corridor. He didn’t answer you. He never did. Just flared his nostrils and kept on staring, while you kept on walking.
“What’s up, Buck?” You gave him a jovial shoulder bump as you found him in the communal lounge-slash-kitchen, holding a bowl of cheerios and milk in his left hand and shovelling it into his mouth with the spoon in his right. He scowled as some of the milk sloshed, but said nothing.
“What’s up, Buck?” You gave him a wave as you strode onto the quinjet, passing where he and Steve were sitting sorting out their equipment, as you followed Nat to the cockpit. He tossed his knife over and over in his hand, glaring at you, but as usual, stayed silent.
“Quit bugging him,” Nat chided.
“But he’s gotta answer me sometime. How many missions can we get through where he doesn’t even exchange a single word with me? I’m determined to get him to say something, even if it’s just ‘fuck off’ or ‘shut the fuck up’. It’s not normal, Nat.”
“Yasha isn’t normal, скворец. Who would be after everything he’s been through?
“Yeah, yeah, you’re right…it’s just that I get on with everyone, Natty. I don’t know why he’s so grumpy with me.”
“He just doesn’t know you yet. It’s gonna take him a while to warm up. If you haven’t noticed he doesn’t really talk to me much.”
“Aah, yes, but he does talk to you.”
“You just want him to notice you crushing on him. I see those eyes you make at him.”
You stuck out your tongue at her, but Nat just shook her head, put on her headset, and started her pre-flight checks. You sat back and tried not to ruminate on the intriguing, and very hot brunette super-soldier.
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You pulled your knife out of the chest of the goon you’d just downed and jogged down the corridor in front of you.
“I’m on my way guys, wait for me to catch up…”
“Don’t worry, Starling. We won’t leave you behind.” You heard the smile in Steve’s voice over the comms and rolled your eyes to yourself. The daft nickname that Nat had given you, after she found you doing karaoke exactly once, had now been adopted by the rest of the team. Well, almost the rest of the team.
You saw a partially closed door ahead of you and pushed it open, coming face to face with Bucky’s rifle. You skidded to a halt and raised your hands in the air.
“Heeeeeeey! What’s up, Buck? Apart from your gun, that is.” You stuck out your index fingers and pressed it to the end of the barrel, pushing it away from you. Bucky glared. You tried not to notice how sexy he looked all battle dishevelled.
“Come on, man. Lighten up.”
“I almost shot you.” It took you a moment to decipher the growl he made and then another moment to process that he’d actually spoken to you.
You grinned and made a theatrical stagger towards the closest wall, clutching a hand to your chest.
“Be still my beating heart! He speaks!”
Some of the tension went out of Bucky’s body and he lowered his rifle to point at the floor.
“Are you always so blasé?”
“Are you always so stoic?
He rolled his eyes and started to walk away from you down the corridor. You trotted behind him, trying to keep up with his long-legged stride, and turned off your comms transmitter.
“Is that why you don’t like me? You don’t think I take anything seriously?”
He stopped short and you almost ran into his back.
“I don’t ‘not like’ you.” He turned and looked you over.
“Could’ve fooled me, Sergeant Barnes. This is the first time you’ve ever spoken to me.”
“This is the first time you’ve said something that isn’t that ridiculous phrase.”
You pinched your nose, feeling a headache coming on.”
“You do realise that if you’d done anything other than just stare at me, all haughty and serious, I’d have expanded my vocabulary.”
“Maybe I didn’t know what to say. What was I supposed to say?”
“Anything, Bucky. I don’t know. Maybe ‘Nothing, just chilling’, or ‘the value of the Yen against the Dollar’. Anything. We could’ve been getting along all this time, you know.”
“Anything, Starling? What if what I wanted to say wasn’t appropriate?” He took a step towards you, backing you against the wall. His expression had changed. “What if I didn’t want to ‘get along’? What if I want something different? I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know what you want. Maybe we want the same thing?”
His eyes were dark and for some reason you were transfixed by the way his tongue popped out from between his lips.
“Umm. Erm. Is it warm in here? Just me? Maybe we should be going, you know, catch up with the others.”
“Don’t change the subject, not when we’re finally talking, скворец. You want to ask me, don’t you? You want to ask me that stupid question one more time to find out what I really want to say, don’t you?”
His breath was warm on your face, his eyes hypnotising you. He was standing so close his knee was almost slotted between your thighs. All you’d have to do would be to drop slightly and you could grind against it and…
“What… what’s up, Buck?” You barely recognised the croaky voice that came out of your throat.
Bucky’s right hand came up and cupped your face, thumb moving over your cheekbone and he dropped his head even closer.
“My blood, скворец, every time you talk to me. That’s what’s up. I want to kiss you to stop you saying it, and then carry on kissing you to find out what other things your lips will say…”
He moved his lower body closer, pressing his hips against you and heat suffused your skin at what you felt.
“And when you prance around in those tiny sleep shorts that barely cover your ass, guess what else is up?”
You drew a ragged breath into your lungs, feeling dizzy from the adrenaline coursing through your body.
“Do you understand now why I didn’t respond?”
The gap between you was infinitesimal. You were so close you were breathing the same air and at some point your hands had come up to rest on the leather of his tack jacket
“You should have said it, Buck. You should have said all those things, and we could have been doing this sooner.”
You closed the gap.
At the first touch of his lips against yours, both dry and chapped due the exertion of the mission, your eyelids closed allowing you to just feel. His mouth moved over yours, not softly, but not aggressively either, like he was trying to hold back. Your fingers curled into his jacket and the firm material creaked. You could smell leather, and gunpowder, and steel, and Bucky’s sweat.
You wanted more. Wanted to drown in it. Drown in him.
You wanted to run your tongue up his chest and taste him, you wanted to wind your fingers into his hair and clutch him to your breast, you wanted…
“Starling? Buck? Where are you guys? Did you stumble into some more trouble? We’re waiting for you at the jet.”
Steve’s voice burst in over the comms, pulling you both out of the moment. Bucky stepped back from you and pressed his finger to his ear.
“We’re here, Stevie. Don’t worry, be with you in a few minutes.”
You lent against the wall, and grabbed your water bottle, taking a healthy slug and giving yourself a few moments to collect yourself.
“Come on, Starling. You heard the man. Let’s move out.”
You gave him a sharp nod and strode forward. You got a few steps in front of him when you felt Bucky grab you, his cool left hand feeling blissful against your heated skin.
“Oh, and our conversation isn’t over, doll. Not by a long shot.”
You gave him a coy smile.
“Your room or mine?”
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#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes#asks answered#jen's got mail#love my moots#late writes
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Frank is very distracting and I blame you
He is, isn't he? Don't ever tell him that, though. And if he ever found out, well... he'd definitely like the idea that he was in your head all day. 😏
#you’ve got mail 💌#thanks for the ask Jen#glad to know the Frank brainrot has a hold of you too#it's my mission#hrmmm I could make a fic out of this#frank woods#black ops#call of duty
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When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜
Thank you jen <3 it was honestly really hard to pic my favorites, I've really started falling in love with my writing (despite having trouble actually writing as of late)
Reset (winter soldier x f!reader)
Say My Name (Ari Levinson x f!reader)
Baby It's Cold Outside (Stucky x f!reader)
In Our Element (Stucky x f!reader)
Layin' Down the Law (Lee Bodecker x f!reader)
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Oh you know I gotta come ask about Frank. 2, 4, and 12.
2. Favorite canon thing about this character?
That he really cares about the people around him, even if he tries to hide it. I love that canon made him a total badass on the surface, but hints at (and eventually tells us overtly) that he does have a heart.
From the subtle moments that I’ve mentioned before such as him crying over that kid in Black Ops 1. How Bowman’s brutal death affects him. Sacrificing himself to save Mason.
In Cold War how he takes the time to get to know Bell. His camaraderie with Mason. But also the occasional touches that keep his friend grounded.
And in Black Ops 2 being locked in that storage container watching his men die. The way it breaks him. But even when he’s suffering himself with his own life changing injuries he manages to muster up the strength to take in and be there for David who’s just lost everything.
4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?
I feel protective of him he’s been through enough so my impulse is to put him in a nice slide-of-life something or other where he can relax. But I know him. I know Frank. He’ll get bored. 😂
I can’t think of anything specific that I’d like to see him in but I think he’d have fun in a Western. Either that or some kind of supernatural something (obviously right? 😂)
12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?
Oh boy what headcanons don’t I have for him? All right so in the last chapter of JWIN I had him make some mean sandwiches for him and Mila. I don’t think Frank can cook generally. It’s not his interest and really when would he have had time to perfect the skill.
But I do think that he makes killer pancakes-pancake mix being cheap as hell and pancakes being super filling- he likely got really good at them. good news for anyone who spends the night with him amiright 😉
#you’ve got mail 💌#ask game#Frank woods#black ops#call of duty#CoD black ops#bocw#thank you for the ask Jen!
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my sin of the present is that i am kindly requesting a couple of sentences from sins of the past. i fear i will also commit (?) this sin in my future.
u know. i wish i could say this was a super cool au idea. "sins of the past" is a banger title. unfortunately, it is also the pilot episode of xena. so. this is what that is. xena nancy au.
Nancy sighs, dropping the cloth on the small, wooden table, and fixes her chakram to her hip. “It’s dangerous—”
“I know,” Robin interrupts. “That’s why I want to go. To see—”
“I wasn’t finished. It’s dangerous, and I’ve made a lot of enemies. You don’t want to be associated with me.”
#got mail! 📩#cheatghost#xena nancy au#although 'sins of the past' is what i could also call my nancy grief wip....#also blame jen legitcookie for this BC I REALLY WASN'T GOING TO DO THIS...and then i started rewatching xena...and well....#bc she also put the idea of 'nancy with chakram instead of gun' in my head and i Can't stop thinking about it.#this is probably the MOST self indulgent au for me tbh.#xena ronance au
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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 74- King Of Masked Singer
Chapter Summary: Jennie stars in King of Masked Singer and gets surprised when one of her favorite artists is one of the judges for the show. Jennie encourages Taehyung with his acting
Words: 5,000+
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Hobi, the birthday boy, watched TV in the living room until Jennie walked in with the rest of the members with a baked cake and lit candles. Jimin recorded in the background as they watched his eyes light up and smile as they sang Happy Birthday, screaming and cheering. They smeared icing on his face as he laughed and got fed a bite of the cake by Jennie.
"Wow, this is really good! You made this yourself?" he asked.
"Yep!" she grinned.
"This is great!"
He opened up his little dancing birthday box that she made in green and happily read her note:
'Happy birthday you bundle of joy! Thank you for always being the one to make me laugh and cheer us all up whenever we're down. Your hard work has not gone unnoticed. Ever since I came here, you have inspired me to be a better dancer and I thank you for those countless days of you helping me with my craft and telling me to actually dance and not hold back.
Because of you, I feel like a better performer and BTS would not be the same if you weren't here. Please keep this energy that you have. I'm looking forward to more goofy moments with you! I love you and you will forever be my hope!
Love, your munchkin
"Ah, I love this! Jennie, you're so sweet!" he pulled her in for a hug and kissed her cheek multiple times as she laughed.
Later that night, Jen had asked the Hyung line if they wanted to try the face masks that she had gotten in the mail and they all agreed. They washed their faces and relaxed in the living room while she prepared the masks.
"Stay still," she said while carefully placing the mask on Jin's face.
"So, is this supposed to make me even more handsome?" Jin asked. "I never used these masks from America."
"No one said you were handsome." Yoongi snorted, making everyone laugh.
"This is how you treat the oldest, huh?" he grumbled while Jennie finished placing it on his face.
She then moved to Namjoon, Hobi, and Yoongi before applying it to her face as well and they all relaxed.
"The fuck? Ow!" Yoongi shouted and fanned his face.
"Why is my face feeling like this?! What did you do to my beautiful face?!" Jin yelled.
"Huh!?" Jen stared at them in confusion
"Are you trying to ruin my face!?" Jin exclaimed, getting defensive
"The heck are you guys talking about!?" Jennie shouted back.
"Why is it burning!?" Hobi whined
"The fuck is this shit, Smartie?" Yoongi shouted
"This burns!" Namjoon complained
She looked at them, bewildered, "It burns? It's just a face mask, why are you yelling?"
"Are you trying to prank us?" Namjoon accused.
"What!? No!" Jen asserted.
"Then why aren't you freaking out with your face mask!?" Hobi yelled
"Because I'm not a big baby like all of y'all!"
"We are not babies! This hurts! Why is it burning!?"
"It's supposed to sting a bit, it means it's working!"
"You're lying! Yours isn't burning!" Jin wailed. "Why are you doing this to me!? Were you so jealous of my handsomeness that you wanted to ruin it? My face feels like it's melting!"
"Your face is dirty! It's cleaning it! Jeez!" she rolled her eyes. "Suck it up! I didn't do anything to it. It's just a face mask, calm down."
"This mask makes me look so ugly, why did I agree to this?"
"But that's how you look every day," she joked, causing the rest to laugh at him.
"E-EXCUSE ME!?" Jin sputtered. "No Korean beef for you!"
"Wait, I'm sorry!"
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The next morning, Jennie had put on her Captain America outfit with a big Captain America mask on, prepared to appear on King of Masked Singer. The mask fully covered up her face and she made sure to cover her entire body even under the costume. Her hands were also covered to avoid any detection of who she was. If the audience caught a glimpse of her melanin, they would know it was her.
"Nervous?" Sejin smiled as he noticed her twiddling her fingers.
He sat next to her in the car as they were on their way to the building for the show.
"That obvious, huh? Yeah, very nervous."
"You sing very well and you work very hard. You will do well on the show. Don't be nervous."
"Thanks, I needed that."
Once arriving at the place, she was filmed walking backstage as she politely bowed and greeted the camera as her voice was disguised. It seemed like forever for the show to start. And before she knew it, she was called out on stage to stand next to another person in disguise. She had been called a goofy nickname which was Captain Singer as the MC made introductions.
'Okay, I can't just leave the stage. What are my other options?' she thought. 'Ugh, I feel like I have to pass out...why does my stomach have so many butterflies? This should not be happening when I am about to sing. Breathe...breathe...breathe...BREATHE!'
Here she was, on the stage with another contestant to perform a duet on King of Masked Singer. An honor this was. To be a part of this show. It was exciting, and Jen wanted to show her vocal skills without dealing with people focusing on how she looked instead of her talent. Despite striving to last until the end, another part of her couldn't wait to unmask herself to see everyone's reactions.
Will they assume it's her when they hear her sing?
Will they be happy? Will they be surprised? Will they even care?
Endless possibilities of how this could go but all she wanted to do was show how much she had improved. She knew she was ready. She knew she could do this. But as soon as she looked up to see who was with the judges, she almost dropped her mic.
Ai-friggin-lee was sitting right there, with a bright smile, anticipating what the contestants had to offer.
All those motivational words to keep her nerves at ease went out the window.
Ailee was here!
Right there by those seats. Jennie was about to sing in front of someone that she had looked up to for years. And ironically Jennie had chosen to sing nothing but Ailee songs for this show. Now you mean to tell her she has to sing in front of the person who originally sings the songs?
'Why? Why is this happening? I am not prepared for this. Why? WHY!?' Jennie whined in her head.
How was she going to do this? How was she going to be able to sing in front of the woman she admired and looked up to as a vocalist?
Jen had picked U & I and I Will Show You to sing today if she advanced to the next rounds. She told herself she would cover her songs once she felt like her vocals improved. And now that they did, it looked like fate wanted to give her the ultimate test by singing in front of Ailee. She'd be lying if she didn't think this was intimidating. It was a bold risk to sing a song in front of the person it was written for. Not a lot of vocalists did this. But why not make a statement and come off strong?
At the end of the day, Jen trusted her vocals and the work she put into preparing for this moment. No matter how far she gets today, she will be happy that she took that risk.
As soon as Round One started, Rihanna's Diamond came on as Jennie expertly listened to the other contestant's voice to figure out what pitch she should sing so they could harmonize. But damn, was he good.
'Gosh, this guy sings so well.' she thought.
And his English was great as it impressed the judges immensely. But she needed to focus on the song and not everyone's reactions. When it was her turn, she sang out strong without her voice getting shaky this time when she used to practice.
I knew that we'd become one right away. Oh, right away.
At first sight I felt the energy of sun rays.
I saw the life inside your eyes
"So shine bright tonight," she heard the guy sing.
"You and I." she joined in
The judges stared at each other in surprise at how their voices danced with one another. Jennie wanted to make sure not to overpower the other singer and that seemed to have caught the judges' attention as they murmured to themselves.
"Harmony is clearly one of their strengths."
"Right pitch and everything, made my ears tingle, I love it."
After the song, the contestants were praised for their efforts and talked about how hard it would be to vote because they both sounded well.
"Okay, I have to ask...is that Rihanna under there? Does Rihanna know Korean?" a judge asked as the crowd laughed
"Maybe." Jen teased and shrugged with her disguised voice.
If that was what they were thinking of who was under the mask then she'll take it.
"I just want to say to the one wearing the Captain America outfit that I just love your voice," Ailee spoke with a bright smile, making Jen's stomach drop. "I am so eager to hear more from you and I'm very curious to know who you are. I can just hear the passion in your voice. I love it so much!"
Jennie wanted to cry right then and there. She was JUST complimented by her fav. She praised her for her vocals. That was HUGE. She wanted to yank off her mask right there and thank her for everything and tell her how much she loved her but she stopped herself.
Jennie decided to bow. "Th-tha-nk you so much," she replied in a shaky voice with her voice going up an octave due to the nervousness of speaking in front of her. "It's an honor hearing that from you. I'll continue to work hard."
The votes were in and it was an extremely close one which shocked the crowd.
49 votes vs 50 votes
That brought a lot of tension to the studio as they wondered who got it. It made everyone extremely nervous. Once they revealed who it was, they announced that Captain Singer would advance to the next round which shook Jennie as she placed a hand over her heart. She then waited until Round 2 as she was back on stage. She was asked questions on how she was feeling about advancing to the next round and then prepared for her stage.
Round 2
With the mic in her hand, she exhaled. She thought of herself back during the Rookie King filming. That Karaoke segment with the guys. How she explained in an interview that she wanted to touch people with her voice just like Ailee does. How she loves Ailee's smooth voice with such powerful instruments. That she hopes to be as good as her one day. How she claims that her life would be complete if she was able to meet her and ponders if she would love to share the stage with her in a collab.
"HHHHHHheeeeeyyyyyyy~" As Soon as Ailee's U & I came on and she started strong, the entire crowd lit up.
"Whoa~!" the crowd immersed as they glanced at each other before moving and dancing around.
Meanwhile, the judges dropped their jaws and turned to Ailee when they realized that she was singing a judge's song right in front of the judge. They were not expecting that kind of note to come out of Captain Singer.
Dancing around and clapping her hands with the crowd to get them moving, that nervousness went away and Jennie decided to have some fun on the stage.
Ha! Cut the beat now!
Wait a minute, wait a minute
mal jalla mianhande
Wae ireoni wae ireoni
jakku Ddokgateun mal.
Uri jung hanan meonjeo yaegihaeya dwae.
Yeogiseo uri geuman ggeutnae
"Oh my gosh!" that bright smile on Ailee's face didn't go away as she stood up with the rest of the judges. She covered her mouth as she continued to watch.
Jen had everyone dancing due to her charisma as the judges pondered which idols had similar strong stage presence. While the entire crowd was dancing as she did a little of the choreography with it, the judges were in conversation with one another.
"I was not expecting this! Wow!"
"We need to figure out who this woman is."
"You sure that's not Ailee?!"
"I'm right here!" Ailee laughed.
"Do you have a secret child or something?"
"No! Hahaha."
It made Jen happy to see that her voice was making people go crazy and dance around. What really touched her heart was how thrilled Ailee was as she kept encouraging her and even sang along to the throwback song.
"Wooo!" Ailee cheered. "Sing!"
nega eodiseo mwol hadeon sanggwan an hallae
gadeon maldeon ne mamdaero hae
maebeon jigyeobdorok banbokdoeneun everyday
U & I U & I U & I
Some guys had held their hearts while Ailee watched in awe at her high note. Once the song ended, the entire studio erupted into cheers while the judges continued to exclaim how amazing the performance was. Ailee had given her a standing ovation which made Jennie tear up as she quickly blinked the tears away.
"Wow! I am blown away! Phew!" Ailee laughed and shook her head in disbelief.
"The fact that this person sang an Ailee song and Ailee was the first person to be eager to want to know who is behind that mask...incredible." the judges talked amongst themselves.
"Did you hear that passion? Like I just can't believe it." Ailee turned to Captain Singer. "For you to have the courage to sing one of my songs like this, shows me just how passionate you are. I'm amazed! The way you interpreted the song, you really touched my heart!"
"Indeed," Another judge said. "Captain Singer, this must be nerve-wracking but singing a song in front of the artist it was written by...wow. It takes guts to sing a song from an artist that is right there. Wonderful job! Outstanding!"
"Yeah, I admire her braveness!" another judge praised.
Jennie bowed. "Thank you so much!"
"I just love the stability of your voice. The breath control was really good for this song even as you were dancing."
"Okay, WHO ARE YOU!?" one judge exclaimed desperately as the crowd laughed. "Can you give us a hint or something!? Because I have no idea and I am so curious!"
"I'm just a girl who loves to sing," Jennie answered. "Call me a girl who loves to sing and just wants to bring others together with her performance, not focused on how she looks."
Although she didn't make it to the third round, she was highly encouraged to sing one more song before she unmasked so she chose I Will Show You by Ailee to introduce herself, which shook everyone again.
"A-another song of Ailee!?" a judge exclaimed while Ailee continued to look intrigued, wondering why this person was so eager to sing her songs.
The song started as an instrumental of the first few notes while Jennie began to reach for her gloves to remove them. She felt a sense of empowerment when she took those white gloves off to reveal her dark skin. Black and proud, she heard the crowd begin to freak out when they started to put the pieces together. She reached for the back of the mask and began to untie it and then it fell off her face as everyone erupted into loud cheers.
"Wait! Wait! What!?" the judges yelled.
"Jennie!? MISS BANGTAN!? FROM BTS!? IS THIS REAL!?"
"I cannot believe this, there is no way!"
"I am mind blown that a voice could come out of her like that! I never knew she could sing like this!"
An amused smirk came across Jen's face before she looked and smiled brightly at everyone. She bowed and placed the mic in front of her, staring directly at Ailee. She then went on with the performance as she sang for the heart, giving people chills.
niga jwotdeon banjil beorigo
niga sseotdeon pyeonjil jiugo
miryeon eobsi huhoe eobsi ijeo jul geoya
neoreul ijeullae neoreul jiullae
For the high note, the music stopped as she impressed everything with a long high note before going straight back to the chorus with the music coming back on. As the song ended, she was met with loud cheers.
"Hello! I'm Jennie from BTS," she announced to louder cheers as she heard a few BTS fans screaming.
The judges were asked if she was who they were expecting as they exclaimed how insane this was and had no idea it would be her under that mask.
"You're very brave for singing a song like this in front of the artist the song was made for. Were you nervous?" Ailee asked as she praised her.
"Yes! Very. I hope I did the songs justice." Jennie replied shyly, smiling brightly as her face heated up.
"How do you feel about your performances on this show?"
"I'm honored that I was able to make it this far, I'm proud of myself. I'm very happy right now."
After the show with Jennie back in her casual outfit in the dressing room, Ailee walked in with a happy smile.
"Hi!" Jennie heard her speak in English and turned around, stunned. "Oh my gosh, it is finally nice to meet you in person!"
"Hi." Jennie exhaled, asking herself if this was real. "I-I, wow I-hi!"
Ailee giggled. "I am very proud of you, Jennie! I want you to keep doing what you are doing. I have been watching you for a while. I am just blown away by you singing my songs. It means the world to me that you admire my work. You did such an amazing job out there. I can't wait to see what else you can do."
'She's...been watching me this whole time?' she thought.
"I would love to spend some more time with you whenever our schedules comply," she suggested
Jennie let out a chuckle and nodded with a tearful smile. "A-absolutely! Th-thank you." she then finally hugged her. "I have so much to tell you, like I admire you so much and the fact that you are in front of me right now, talking to me, I just can't believe it! I like-oh my gosh, is this really happening?!"
Jennie even took a photo with her, 'I MET AILEE!! Ahhhhhhh! It finally happened! This is so surreal! Thank you for everything! It's an honor! #Jen #IMSHAKING'
Many articles had headlines such as 'Member from Popular Idol Group blows judges away on King of Masked Singer' and 'Jennie from BTS praised for her efforts on King of Masked Singer' as it went into detail about her performances on the show.
When the show aired, the members had watched it and posted reaction videos and photos of her on the show.
'THAT'S MY BABY! #Jin'
'Smartie you keep cheesing. Calm down, you're making my face hurt with that smile of yours #Suga'
'Go Ennie! #V'
'Ennie~you look so cool! #Jimin'
ARMY even made a comparison video of her singing Ailee's songs back from 2013 to 2016 and went on to tweet about her on the show too.
'We need her to sing like this more often in BTS' songs! Where is her album/mixtape!?'
'I did NOT know she had these PIPES! Eargasm omfg!'
'Peep the guys in the crowd staring at her with heart eyes'
'Where the haters that said she couldn't sing?'
'I had no idea she could sing like this'
'Big Hit has picked a gem! They chose the perfect person to become Miss Bangtan! She is truly one of a kind!'
'PLOT TWIST!'
'QUEEN!'
'QUEEN of plot twists!'
'When she removed those gloves and everybody went batshit crazy, I got emotional'
'People give Jennie a lot of shit and it's funny how silent they are when they watch her sing like this. They can't admit that she has pipes!'
'Her vocals have improved so much! I hope we can see this more on BTS' next album!'
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Things were going great when working on the upcoming album. Today, in particular, was an eye-opener for Jennie when she was told that she was highly considered to be dancing in water for Fire.
"W-water dance? That's some EXO type shit!" she exclaimed. "You want me to dance in water? You want me to do that? Not any of the others?"
"It will fit best with you. We can use this for a special occasion such as an award show." Mr. Son had informed her.
She was told that soon she would be working with some choreographers on the dance. She happily took the opportunity and hoped to work hard as the members supported her. She wasn't used to doing much more like that but the fact that she was getting more opportunities made her elated.
Including that time when was called to see Slow Rabbit and was asked to do adlibs for House of Cards and harmonize in the background.
Back at the dorm, Jennie searched everywhere in her room for her pack of bonnets that she had just bought. She couldn't find them anywhere and began to search in the living room. That was until she saw Hobi wearing one of her bonnets.
"Hey," she spoke up
"Oh hey, Munchkin. Were you about to take a shower? I'll be quick okay?"
"No, it's not that but you're wearing one of my new bonnets."
"A what?"
"My bonnet. On your head."
"A bonnet? I thought this was a shower cap." he took it off his head and examined it as she laughed. "This is yours? I thought they were shower caps so I grabbed the pack that was sitting in the living room."
"Nah, it's for my hair to protect it. But I mean you can keep that one, it's fine,"
After finding her pack of bonnets, she grabbed her phone to see a text message from Baekhyun. Once she read what he said, she screamed and said yes
Baekhyun: Jennie, it's me Baekhyun! I was wondering if you wanted to join me and the rest of the members tomorrow at SM Entertainment.
Later that night, mind immersed in various thoughts, Taehyung got out of bed and made his way outside the dorm to sit on the steps. He didn't know exactly what time it was but from the view of the night sky, it was late. All that was on his mind was that offer for the Hwarang K-Drama.
They wanted him? Of all people? Was he...good enough for the role?
He didn't want to disappoint them. And he didn't have that much acting experience. He didn't think he should accept the offer. What if people speak negatively about him and his acting?
Hearing the door behind him close, he turned around to see Jennie bundled up, about to walk down the steps. As soon as they locked eyes, she stopped and took out her earbuds.
"Oh. I was not expecting anyone to be out here. Hey, Tae. I'm surprised you're awake."
Taehyung immediately smiled. "Hey, Ennie! Can't sleep either?"
"I just have the munchies for those Korean chips you got me into. Want to walk with me to the store?"
Taehyung stood up eagerly. "Let's go!" he grabbed her hand and walked down the path to the store with her.
He enjoyed Jennie's company. He wasn't expecting anyone to be awake at this time, but he was glad she was here with him. Maybe he could talk to her about what has been bothering him. She always knew the right things to say.
Jennie, on the other hand, knew that something was bugging him and waited patiently for him to speak to her about it. She knew he would as he thought of the words to bring it up.
After buying her chips and some other snacks from the store, the two made it back to the dorm without anyone noticing them and sat on the steps outside, enjoying each other's company
After chatting and snacking, Taehyung murmured while looking down at the ground, "I...I have been thinking..."
"About...?" she softly spoke, setting her chips to the side.
"The offer. I just...what do you think I should do? I'm so nervous about it."
"Why are you nervous?"
"I just...I feel like I'm lacking in acting. I don't want to disappoint them..."
"You won't disappoint them. I can't decide for you but I really hope you take the offer for the upcoming drama."
He stared at her in surprise. "You think so?"
"Yeah! That is an amazing opportunity. You're a great actor, Tae Tae. I've seen you in I Need U and Run. You are able! Listen, at the end of the day, it is you that is doing this, not me. But I strongly think you should go for it. I wouldn't pass this up. This can even help you improve your acting skills." she smiled warmly.
She bumped her shoulder into him, making him giggle. "Tae, just sleep on it, okay? Don't overthink it. When your mind is clear and focused, just think about it and call them to give them your answer. But just know that I will support you in your decisions and do whatever I can to help you practice for the drama if you say yes."
Taehyung stared at her and couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness wash over him as he took her encouragement to heart. Grabbing her gloved hand, he squeezed it while smiling softly at her.
"Ennie...thank you."
"Always."
"No, really. Thank you for being my friend. I was hoping someone would be awake and find me here. To talk to me about this. You always know when to pop up when I need you. You gave me a lot of strength. Thank you."
"I'm glad I can call you my friend, Tae. And I'm really happy to hear that. Also, don't forget...Taehyung hwaiting!" she happily announced, pumping her fist. Afterward, she nervously laughed, covering her mouth while he giggled at how cute she looked saying that to him. "Sorry, I just wanted to cheer you up. Was that too much? Too cringe?"
"Hehehe, no...not at all, Ennie."
The next morning, Jennie had been in her room catching up on her TV shows when she saw Taehyung walking in her room excitedly.
"Morning!" she beamed.
"Morning, Ennie!" his boxy smile came across his features as he sat on her bed. "I slept on it..."
"Oh, you did? You made a decision?"
"I just got off the phone with them. I accepted it."
Her eyes widened and she pulled him in for a hug, delighted for him as he laughed. "I am so happy! You're going to do great! We'll practice all night if we have to!"
He giggled. "I appreciate it. Thank you Ennie."
A few hours later, Jennie saw Tony happily jump on her bed to interrupt her watching her show.
"Tony! How are ya today?" she petted him and started to give him a belly rub. She then noticed an odor coming from him and realized that he was in serious need of a bath. "Tony, you stink! I need to clean you."
As soon as the dog noticed what was about to happen, he tried to get out of it by whining. But Jennie wasn't having it.
"Tony, you stink. I need to give you a bath. Hey, no. Not the puppy dog eyes. You are not getting away from this. Let's get this bath over with."
She picked him up as he whined louder and began walking to the bathroom in the hallway. She set him down and saw him giving her an even sadder look.
"Tony! Come on~!" she complained as his sad look started to get to her. "No, we are not doing this. You are not giving me that sad look. You're getting cleaned. Ugh, how come you do this to me and not Jungkook?"
Jungkook laughed in the background, leaning up against the door. "Because he knows you'll give him whatever he wants."
Turning around to see him smiling, she replied, "Not today! He needs to get cleaned."
Tony immediately went over to his dad and rubbed against him to try to get him to talk Jennie out of it. It worked before but this time Jungkook sighed.
"Sorry boy, listen to Jennie. You have to get cleaned, this time."
Tony seemed to have given up on the sweet gestures and decided to accept his fate while Jennie got the bath settled.
"I got him." Jungkook picked him up and gently placed him in the tub. He then sat on the floor with Jennie to help wash him. "I think he likes it. Cute." he chuckled softly when they noticed their dog splashing around.
Jennie used the shower head to wet him thoroughly, carefully making sure not to get any water in his ears or eyes.
"Good, that'll be easy then." she grabbed the dog shampoo and began to go to work to wash him with Jungkook.
Tony seemed to enjoy it, which made the couple laugh. But then he jumped out of the tub and ran out of the bathroom, still covered in shampoo.
"Tony, noooooo!" she shouted.
Jungkook promptly rushed out of the room to run after the dog, who was making the floor wet wherever he ran.
"Tony! We're not done!" he laughed out loud.
"Goodness gracious. I didn't think it'd be this hard." Jen stood up and walked out of the bathroom to help Jungkook chase him.
After a few minutes, Jungkook managed to grab him and they resumed washing him. While rinsing him off with the shower head carefully, they got splashed and wet in the process once Tony shook his body and spread water all over the place.
"Agk!" Jungkook tried to shield himself from the water with Jennie.
He turned to her and started laughing again before they washed him a second time to make sure he was nice and clean. Jennie and Jungkook were soaked while trying to clean him but they didn't complain as they had fun washing him.
"Ta-da! You're clean!" Jennie took Tony out and began to dry him with a towel. "You did it, Tony! I'll give you a treat once I finish drying you up."
Jungkook stretched and then bent over the tub to take out the plug that was holding the water in the drain.
Standing up, Jennie let Tony go free and glanced at Jungkook's butt as an idea popped into her head. Feeling playful, she kicked his butt, making him fall right into the tub as she burst out in laughter.
Jungkook was a bit surprised that she would attack him like this. Nonetheless, he'd make sure to have the last laugh.
Grabbing the shower head, she prepared for him to stand up and when he did, she sprayed him as he tried to block his face. Jungkook's entire body got soaked as he tried to evade her attack while the room was filled with her laughter.
Having enough, he got out of the tub and began walking forward while she took a few steps back, continuing to spray him. She let out a scream in surprise when he grabbed a hold of her and grabbed the shower head.
"No!" she pulled it back as they went back and forth trying to fight for it. But then he yanked it out of her hands and began spraying her with water as she tried to block her face. "Kook!"
All she heard was his loud laughter before they began to wrestle around for the handheld showerhead.
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closure | Sidney Crosby
happy (belated) birthday sid, sorry your present is an angsty fic.
I started this one a year and a half ago, picked it back up a few weeks ago to try and get it done by 8/7, wrote 2000 words, decided to change half of it, went to summer camp for a week, got writer’s block for one last scene, and now we’re here. finally.
length: 4.5k words
It’s been a long time
And seeing the shape of your name
Still spells out pain
Margaret Thomas didn’t hate Sidney Crosby. No, that required too much energy. Margaret would just rather not think about him, which was easier said than done. He was no longer “Sid the Kid,” but he was still a force to be reckoned with on the ice. Sometimes he seemed inescapable—there were commercials featuring him running on ESPN, and it seemed like at least once a week he pulled off some ridiculous feat that only Sidney Crosby could do that was in all the highlight reels for days. It wasn’t for lack of trying on her part, though; Margaret didn’t watch much hockey these days, and her ties with the hockey world had been severed as abruptly as their relationship. Margaret hadn’t quite moved on, but she was okay again.
Margaret wondered sometimes who knew all of the details of their breakup all those years ago. Her relationship with Sid had been as quiet as Sid could keep it, but she had been there for the Cups, for the gold medals. Those memories, those pictures, would go down in history alongside his name, engraved in silver and gold. It had been a cute story once, the boy who saved the Penguins falls in love with a girl from Pittsburgh, settles down and sticks around. That’s how it was supposed to go, at least.
Margaret is surprised when she gets a letter in the mail, mixed in amongst junk and bills. Who sends letters anymore? The return address is unfamiliar, but the careful, spidery handwriting spelling out her name and the little “SPC” in the corner is as familiar as her own.
Of course Sid would send a letter, after all these years, after cutting off all contact after the break-up, stubbornly old-fashioned person that he was. She was annoyed that that thought was still laced with fondness underneath the bitterness. Margaret wondered, too, how he’d gotten her address; Margaret had moved since the breakup, and she didn’t keep in contact with anyone on the team or their wives enough to warrant ever sending a Christmas card.
Margaret carefully slides her finger under the flap of the envelope and pulls out the letter inside. It, too, was handwritten, because of course it was. Margaret takes a deep breath and begins to read.
I’m sure you’re surprised to be hearing from me after all these years. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve thought about reaching out, but I didn’t think you’d ever want to hear from me. I’ve even started writing this a few times, but I could never get the words right.
Margaret scoffs, more than a little bitter. She wonders what was so important to finally make him reach out after all these years. She briefly thinks of crumpling up the letter and tossing it in the trash, but her curiosity got the better of her. Margaret keeps reading.
I wanted to say that I’m sorry for the way things ended between us. It wasn’t fair to you. I wish I could’ve done it differently, or not done it at all, but there’s no way to change the past, is there? I didn’t realize it at the time, but I probably really hurt you. I should’ve apologized a long time ago.
Sid’s words were uncovering a hurt Margaret thought she’d buried deep long ago. He was right, though, there was no changing the past. She brushes away a tear before it can land on the sheet of paper in her hand. There was more to the letter.
I’ll be playing in my 1250th game soon. They’re treating it like a big milestone. Jen’s been talking about rounding up some people for interviews or something. I saw your name on a list and wanted to give you a head’s up before she called.
Margaret remembered the videos from Sid’s 1000th game. No one had reached out to her to make a video for Sid that time. She doesn’t know what she would’ve said, anyway.
I don’t know what she’ll ask you to do, but I want you to know that you’re not obligated to do anything. You certainly don’t owe me anything.
He had that right. He hadn’t even offered Margaret a proper explanation for why he ended a years-long relationship, or a proper goodbye.
It happened the day of Sid’s Cup party in 2017. Sid pulled Margaret aside as the party was wrapping up, nothing more than a few drunken stragglers and friends and family sticking around to clean up. Sid looked nervous as she followed him into a quiet room.
“What’s up?” Margaret asked.
Sid didn’t make any move to sit and neither did Margaret. He ran a hand through his hair.
“I think this needs to stop,” he said. He wouldn’t meet her eyes.
“What?” Margaret asked. Drunk on summer sun and champagne, she wasn't following.
“I-” Sid looked uncertain for a moment. “I think we need to break up.”
“What?” she said again. Margaret didn’t know what she was expecting when Sid asked her to come with him, but it certainly wasn’t this.
“I want to break up,” Sid said firmly. “I need some space.”
Margaret had lied. She knew exactly what she’d been expecting. A ring, a future and a life together. They’d talked about it, even. Margaret felt like Sid had punched her in the gut. She almost wished he had, actually. That would hurt less than this.
“I don’t understand, Sid,” Margaret said. She thought they were happy. She thought Sid loved her. She had been wrong about both, apparently.
“I’m sorry,” was all Sid said as he brushed past Margaret and went back outside. She faintly heard a cheer go up as he reemerged. Margaret slipped upstairs. Despite all the people milling around, Sid still valued his privacy, and he didn’t have anyone staying in any of the guest bedrooms. It was easy to move her things into one down the hall while the party wrapped up outside.
Margaret flew out from Halifax the next morning. Her things were cleaned out of Sid’s house and into a new apartment of her own before Sid was back in Pittsburgh for training camp in September. She deleted his phone number in October. She never saw him again. It was probably for the best that way.
Margaret’s hands shake. Frustrated, she throws the piece of paper, but it simply flutters to the ground at her feet. She isn’t sure who she’s more upset with—Sid, for still holding a piece of her heart, or herself, for still allowing Sid to break her heart after all these years. Margaret steps over the paper and wanders into her kitchen. She pulls open the fridge and stares aimlessly into it for a long moment. On the floor behind her, Sid’s letter sits, only half read, taunting her. Margaret slams the fridge shut. The rattling of the things on the door is only satisfying for a moment.
She walks back over and picks up the letter again. She slides to the floor to read the last few lines.
I’m sorry. I’m sure it’s too much to ask that you could forgive me one day, but I do hope that we can talk about it sometime. But I guess you don’t really owe me that either.
There was no closing, no autograph signature either, just “Sid” scrawled in messy cursive at the bottom of the page.
Margaret crumples up the letter and throws it again. It lands somewhere behind her couch. It, too, doesn’t feel as satisfying as she’d like.
Margaret carefully puts it out of her mind. Or tries to, at least. The letter stays crumpled on the floor of her living room, but it doesn’t matter because it feels like she's committed Sid’s careful words to memory, echoing in her head when her guard was down.
Margaret’s phone rings a week after the letter arrives. It’s a Pittsburgh area code, a number she doesn’t have saved to her contacts, and she answers it warily.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Maggie, this is Jen with the Penguins communications department, do you remember me?”
Of course Margaret remembers Jen. Jen was solely responsible for keeping the team from making fools of themselves most of the time.
“Of course,” Margaret tells her. She knows why Jen is calling.
“Well, I’m sure you know that Sid’s coming up on a new milestone soon, and we’ve been tracking down some friends from over the years for some more videos like we had for his 1000th game, and maybe to get some stories about Sid when he was younger,” Jen says, as businesslike as ever. She doesn’t mention the fact that Margaret had been left off the list of friends for Sid’s 1000th game, and neither does she.
“Yeah, uh, Sid gave me a heads up that you might be calling,” Margaret says without thinking.
Jen pauses. “I didn’t realize you two were still in touch.”
“Something like that,” she says wryly.
Jen continues. “We’d love to have you come out to PPG one day soon to get some footage, whenever it works for you.”
Margaret hesitates. Even with Sid’s heads up, she somehow wasn't prepared to be asked for an in-person interview. She had thought Jen would just have her record something in her apartment and send it back to Jen. It would give Margaret unlimited takes to cuss out her ex in the privacy of her own home before she could string together enough warm and complimentary words. Driving down to PPG came with the risk of running into Sid, and Margaret wasn't sure there was ever enough time to prepare herself for that.
“Can I think about it? It’s been a long time,” Margaret hears herself say.
She hears Jen’s sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line, but when she speaks again, she sounds unbothered. “Sure! I’ll leave you be for now, but get back to me in a few days, alright?” Margaret wonders briefly what Sid told Jen about their breakup. He had to have some explanation, some warning, for her, in case she’d taken the “crazy jilted ex” route and exposed him on social media or something. Lucky for him, that had never been Margaret’s style.
In the end, Margaret agrees. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find it in herself to feel so much contempt for Sid to not do this small thing. She wished she could. She hated that she couldn’t make herself hate him.
Margaret drove downtown to PPG Paints Arena on a Saturday afternoon. Jen had assured her that the players would be cleared out after film review and an optional skate, and that she had no risk of running into anyone. Margaret wanted to avoid Sid most of all, but she wasn’t sure she could handle having to make small talk with Tanger or Geno, or meeting some young player who didn’t even know who she was, after she and Sid had carefully erased each other from their histories.
Jen meets Margaret at the door and quickly ushers her into a small, dimly lit room. It isn’t crowded, just a couple of cameras, a camera operator, and Margaret and Jen. Jen shuts the door behind her and takes a seat across from Margaret. She spares a second to be thankful that she was staying, a familiar face. Brighter flights flick on, and Jen smiles as Margaret blinks a few times to adjust.
“It’s been a while since you’ve been around, how have you been?” Jen asks.
Margaret isn’t sure if the cameras are rolling yet. She forces a smile. “Things have been good,” she says. It’s not a lie. Things were better before she found herself back in the story of Sid’s life.
“We’ll start easy,” Jen says. “What’s a story about Sid most people don’t know? You two were so close when he was younger.”
That’s also definitely not a lie. Margaret had tried to prepare herself for anything Jen might ask her, but Margaret still takes a moment to answer, wracking her memory for something to say.
Margaret and Sid had met in a bar, just before the 2009-2010 season started. That wasn’t a cute or wholesome story to tell. Margaret takes a deep breath.
“There was this time I dragged Sid to the animal shelter because I wanted a dog.”
“Maggie, I don’t need a dog,” Sid is saying, gamely allowing himself to be dragged towards the doors of Humane Animal Rescue.
Maggie stops and turns to face Sid, hands on her hips. “Yeah, yeah, you’ve still got Sam back home, I know. But I want a dog, so we’re here.”
She pulls open the door and lets Sid walk ahead of her inside. He nervously touches the brim of his hat and looks around. A smiling volunteer makes her way over to them.
“Hey guys, what can I help you with today?” she asks.
Maggie smiles back at her and takes Sid’s hand. “I’ve been thinking about adopting a dog,” she says.
“Perfect, we have plenty of those, hopefully one will be your perfect new friend,” the volunteer says, already turning and heading towards the kennels. She asks Maggie questions as they walk—what exactly she’s looking for, what her apartment is like, if she has any other pets— and Maggie is suddenly overwhelmed. Sid trails a few steps behind, only half listening. Maggie can hear the barking dogs before the volunteer even opens the door to their part of the shelter.
Maggie glances over her shoulder at Sid. “You sure you don’t want to adopt one, too?” she teases, noticing Sid’s soft smile, always a sucker for a cute face. “I’m sure we could find you a good match.” Sid just shakes his head at her.
The next hour is a blur of meeting dogs and Maggie trying not to fall in love with all of them. Sid ends up on the floor with her, happily cuddling and playing with each new dog that’s brought out to Maggie. In the end, she falls for a sweet Pit mix named Biscuit. Even Sid seems enthralled by her when she licks his face.
Maggie’s got Biscuit on a leash, and she’s following the volunteer back to the front desk to fill out all the paperwork for adoption when Sid stops short. Maggie stops, too. Sid’s standing next to a glass door labeled Kitten Room, watching a little boy play with a kitten. The little boy notices Sid watching and looks up. Margaret can tell the moment he recognizes Sid as Sidney Crosby by the way his face splits into a grin. He carefully sets the kitten down and runs to open the door.
“Do you wanna play with the kitties, too?” Maggie hears him ask. Sid glances at her. Biscuit, eager to make a new friend, whines and tugs on her leash. The kitten the boy had been playing with is attempting to make an escape.
Sid scoops the kitten up and edges carefully into the Kitten Room. “Of course, bud,” Maggie hears him say. To Maggie, he adds, “I’ll catch up with you, yeah?” The door shuts behind him before she can answer.
By the time Maggie’s finished with the pages and pages of adoption paperwork, Sid still hasn’t caught back up with her. She and Biscuit make their way back towards the Kitten Room to find him. He’s sitting cross-legged on the floor next to the little boy, and there’s a kitten climbing on his shoulder, trying to eat his hat, another one curled up in his hands. Maggie stands next to the glass door and watches them, a smile on her face. Next to her, Biscuit wags her tail at them. The little boy notices them and waves. Sid carefully hands the kitten in his hands to the little boy and disentangles the claws of the other one from his hat.
He’s grinning as he makes his way back to Maggie, easy and relaxed. He drapes his arm across her shoulders for a moment when comes through the door, and Maggie leans into his side.
“Have fun making some new friends?” she asks.
“He asked me if I could score a goal for him tomorrow night,” Sid says, laughing a little.
“Y’know, a cat would probably be a better pet for you, with all the travel and stuff,” Maggie says.
Sid digs his elbow into her ribs, but he kisses Maggie quickly against the car before opening the back door for Biscuit.
Margaret’s eyes were wet when she finished telling her story. She twists around in her seat to dry them before facing Jen again. It’s not even a sad story. She’d almost forgotten the memory altogether. It’s been a few years since Biscuit had passed now, but that sweet little dog had been Margaret’s anchor during the aftermath of their breakup. She should look into adopting another dog, Margaret thinks absently. Jen seems unfazed by, but not unsympathetic to, Margaret’s crying.
“And what do you want to say to Sid?” she asked.
Margaret had thought about this part, too. She remembered someone saying that Nathan MacKinnon’s message for Sid’s 100th game was too personal to show on the broadcast. She’d considered saying something vindictive, something petty. Her relationship with Sid had always been personal, and a part of Margaret wanted this last message to be just between them, too. But she worried that Jen would just scrap the footage if she said anything too cruel.
So Margaret settled for sincere, or as sincere as she could muster.
“Hi, Sid,” she starts awkwardly. “It was such a privilege to be by your side over the years, to be able to watch you grow into an amazing leader. To be there for the Olympics and for the Cups…it’s not something anyone is going to forget. I know it wasn’t easy to get this far, but you did it and you’re still going. I’m proud of you, Sid,” Margaret says. She takes a deep breath.
There is silence in the room when Margaret finishes speaking. She clears her throat. “Right, is that all, then?” she asks, already standing up. The small room they were in suddenly feels claustrophobic, and Margaret needs out.
Jen stands with her. “It’s perfect, thanks so much for coming in. I’m sure it wasn’t easy…” she says. Margaret wonders, again, how many details of their breakup Jen actually knows.
Margaret was already opening the door and rushing back into the hallway. She didn’t stop to check if the hallway was clear first, which is how she bumps straight into someone walking down the hall.
“Oof,” she hears, from a voice that was once as familiar as her own. A hand reaches out to steady her elbow. Sid hasn’t seen Margaret’s face yet.
“No, it’s okay, it was my fault,” she says, carefully not looking up at Sid. She pulls her purse strap back up and tries to edge around Sid before he recognizes her.
“Maggie?” Sid asks
Margaret freezes. Sid’s still gripping her elbow tightly. “Margaret,” she says.
“What?”
“It’s Margaret. No one really calls me Maggie any more,” she tells him. Sid’s grip tightens even more for a moment before he drops his hand back to his side.
Margaret stops peering down the hall behind him and chances a look at his face. Sid’s jaw is tight, and he’s looking at Margaret like he can’t believe he’s actually seeing her. A member of team staff walks past behind Sid— Tags, Margaret is pretty sure— and pats Sid on the back as he goes past. Sid startles a little.
Sid takes Margaret’s arm again, and she lets herself be led into an empty room a few steps down the hall. Sid pushes the door mostly shut behind them.
“I didn’t think you’d actually come out,” Sid admits.
“I was told there wouldn’t be any players here,” Margaret counters. Sid winces, and it’s satisfying to see, briefly.
“Maggie,” Sid starts, but he doesn’t finish his sentence. He’s still staring at Margaret like he doesn’t believe she’s real.
“Stop calling me that,” Margaret says. She’s drained after sitting in front of that camera for Sid, and she doesn’t have the patience, suddenly, for whatever Sid’s about to say next. “Look, I should just go,” she says. “I should’ve never even come in the first place.” She finally wrenches her arm free from Sid’s grip.
Sid blinks at Margaret, confused. “I just thought-” he says, but, again, he doesn’t finish his sentence. “Well, uh, thanks, I guess,” Sid says, taking a step back. “It means a lot, I know it’s been a while.”
“Yeah,” Margaret says. “Yeah, well, I guess now we can go back to pretending the other of us doesn’t exist.” She moves to brush past Sid and out the door.
“Wait,” Sid says. He reaches to grab Margaret again, but thinks better of it. He shuts the door all the way. “What do you mean?”
“What do you think I mean? You made it very clear you didn’t want anything to do with me when you broke up with me. We went our separate ways, and I did my best to forget I was ever in love with you,” Margaret says. She makes a move to push past Sid again, but Sid stops her with an arm around her waist. Margaret spins back to face Sid, now boxed in against the closed door.
“Everything was happening so fast, I didn’t know what to do,” Sid tries, talking fast like he can keep Margaret from leaving by sheer force of will.
“So fast? Sid, we’d been together for almost seven years, when all of a sudden you broke up with me instead of giving me a ring!”
“Exactly! You wanted a ring, and I wasn’t ready for that,” Sid argues. “It was just-”
“Just so overwhelming you couldn’t even talk about it? Fuck, all I got was a ‘I want to breakup,’ and then we never spoke again.” Margaret didn’t think she had it in her to be angry about this after so many years, but Sid standing so close to her was bringing out all sorts of emotions. Fury, longing, heartbreak.
Sid makes a frustrated noise. “You’re the one who cut me out of your life!”
Margaret feels like she could scream. “You broke up with me, what the hell else was I supposed to do?” she says, trying to keep her voice level. She isn’t sure if she’s going to scream or break down crying.
“I just needed space! I needed time to figure out where we were headed,” Sid says.
Margaret opens her mouth to respond, but before she can, Sid’s mouth is on hers, kissing her fiercely. She lets herself melt into it for a second—the way Sid’s lips slide against hers, once so familiar, her back pressed against the door, Sid’s hands on her body, one clutching her hip and the other resting on her cheek—before she comes to her senses and pushes Sid away. Sid goes, breathing raggedly and looking stunned.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Margaret asks. Her hand is on the doorknob.
“I- I don’t know,” Sid says honestly. “I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry.”
Margaret should leave. She knows she should leave. She can’t help but ask, “Which part?”
Sid makes a face at her. Margaret hates the fondness she feels for that damn nose scrunch. “All of it. Everything. I’m sorry,” he says again.
They’re both quiet for a long time. There’s footsteps down the hall. “I should go,” Margaret finally says.
This time, Sid doesn’t stop her. Margaret pulls the door open and steps back into the hall. She looks back over her shoulder. Sid hasn’t moved.
“Goodbye, Sid,” she says softly.
She doesn’t pass anyone else as she makes her way back to her car. She drives home in silence. She doesn’t ever hear from Sid again. It’s probably for the best that way.
A few weeks later, Margaret gets a text from Jen. The game’s tonight, it reads. Margaret still hasn’t decided if she’s going to watch the game or not. She hasn’t seen a Penguins game since they won the Cup in 2017, hasn’t watched one on TV in even longer.
She turns on her TV.
1250 games isn’t nearly as big of a milestone as 1000 games was, but they’ll still be showing some of the pre-recorded clips throughout the game, mixed in with highlights of Sid over the years, or so Potash is saying when Margaret finds the right channel. There’s no pregame ceremony, just Sid blushing when the PA acknowledges the milestone before puck drop. It’s easy to fall back into the rhythm of watching hockey, though Margaret has to keep the roster pulled up on her phone to keep track of who’s who. The team is very different than she remembers, only a handful of players left who’d remember her.
They play Margaret’s video clip just before the end of the second period. The words underneath her name simply describe her as “friend of Sid’s” which is a bit of a stretch. “Sid’s ex-girlfriend” would certainly have been funnier. She mutes the TV; she already knows what she said, doesn’t need to hear it again. They’ve interspersed the clip with pictures of Margaret and Sid, some she’d even forgotten existed— Margaret and Biscuit and Sid with his dog Sam one summer, one a teammate had taken of them in a rare moment of PDA with Sid’s hips pressing Margaret into a wall in a hall at PPG, Margaret’s arms wound tightly around his neck, and the last one is one from Sid’s day with the Cup in 2017. She remembers that picture being taken, poking fun at Sid’s sunburn to get him to give the camera a real smile. The memory is bittersweet now. Margaret wonders which poor intern had to dig those up, or if Sid had offered them up himself.
“I’m proud of you,” on-screen Margaret is saying.
Margaret clicks the TV off. She stands up, stretches. Sid’s letter hasn’t moved from its place of honor on the floor behind the couch. Margaret fishes it out before heading into the kitchen. She smooths it out on the counter. The words are familiar, imprinted on Margaret’s memory. She rereads it anyway, then again. She misses Sid fiercely, all of a sudden, something in her chest aching at the thought. She stares at the letter without really seeing it, Sid’s thin, careful handwriting blurring together until the letters are indistinguishable.
With a sigh, Margaret crumples the letter back up and throws it in the trash.
She pours a glass of red wine and starts over on putting Sidney Crosby out of her mind forever.
#cait writes things#sidney crosby fic#sidney crosby imagine#pittsburgh penguins fic#pittsburgh penguins imagine#nhl fic#nhl imagine#nhl fanfiction#hockey fic#hockey imagine
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Training day
Note: Inspired after talking with my Muse Jen
Summary: Lee teaches a rookie how things are done.
Warning: 18 + Only, groping, forced fingering, non consent, rape, forced oral, Dark themes, lots of crying
Dark Lee Bodecker x reader, Dark Arvin Russel x reader
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After bringing in the mail some of them spilled out of your hand before you could place it neatly on the kitchen table. The one with your father's name stood out amongst the pack.
He had died sometime ago and every once in a while letters would roll in asking for money he owed. The old bastard left you nothing but his debt and the old Chevy that was more trouble than it was worth.
You frowned and picked his up first then opened it. The sheriff's insignia stamped above the text informed you of his unpaid outstanding speeding tickets.
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"I don't know what to tell you ma'am, you're gonna have to come in and pay this off." The lady officer told you over the phone. You twisted your gold cross in annoyance at the news. After a long explanation things were going the same way they always did, bad. Not only did he have outstanding speeding tickets he also had parking tickets too. Enough for the county to put a boot on the car.
"But he is dead and I aint got that kinda money." You stressed. You needed that clunker to get back and forth to work. The buses had a tendency to run on their own time.
You heard her sigh over the phone then put you on hold without warning. You considered asking the church for help again. When he ran out on your mother they helped support your mom, kept you fed and clothed. When your mother passed they even helped to bury her and when the time came your father too. You were sure you were running low on favors. You would never be able to pay them back for everything.
"Hello Ma'am?"
"Yes. I'm still here."
"Okay, if you come to the station today and show proof, we can get this sorted for you." She explained as relief washed over.
"Thank you… I'll be there as soon as I can."
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You hoped you could get this sorted out without denting your pocket book, things were hard enough as it was. By the time you made it out of the house the street lights were on. The station was small for the town size, only three empty squad cars sat empty as you walked up to the double doors.
"Hi Honey, how can I help you today?" The lady officer inquired through the holes in the glass as you pushed through the front door.
A wide partition separated you two. Before the call you were surprised they had women working here and by her uniform she was more than just a pencil pusher. Behind her head you saw the tail end of the an empty bullpen.
Pushing your papers over her desk you again explained your situation. Her brows knitted as she read over the documents as you waited.
"Uh just a moment hun.”
You nodded in understanding while she grabbed the receiver on her phone. A few officers passed through from the back while she talked to whomever was on the other line.
"Come with me."
The partition door opened and she motioned you forward. The request caught you off guard. What more could she need? All the relevant documents were there.
You were too tired to start a fuss. You just wanted this over with so you let her lead the way.
"Take a seat inside."
The walk was short. An icy cold breeze blew out from the room when she opened the door. You went in first, hugging yourself, trying to keep warm. The space was fairly bare. A large table sat in the middle of the room with a lone chair tucked at its side. There were no windows, just a large mirror half the size of the wall.
"An Officer will be here shortly." She informed. You spun confused.
You tried to stop her to ask questions, but the door shut in your face. You never had to jump through this many hoops to prove your father's death. Everywhere else just made you sign documents after looking over your papers.
It felt like you had been waiting for hours. There was no clocks on the wall and you didn't have the mind to wear your watch. Your feet started to hurt so you took the only seat in the room. If they didn't come in the next few minutes you would just come back early tomorrow.
"Hello Ma'am, " the first officer greeted with a folder in hand, just as your patients was running thin. A younger officer followed in behind and you started to wondered how many people did it take to get this sorted out.
"Hope we hadn't kept you waiting long." The older one asked with a smile that made you feel uneasy. His badge read Lee Bodecker, but when you strained to read his partner's tag you found it too difficult. The younger man said nothing as he past, tucking himself in the corner behind you.
"No it's alright," you lied. You were a bit annoyed by your treatment and welled beyond ready for this day to end, but it felt pointless to point it out.
Lee flipped open the folder and wrinkled his brow. You twisted your necklace out of habit as you wonder what could have him looking so concerned.
"This don't look like you. This a fake I.D.? You look too young to be this old." Lee joked with a playful smirk, pulling out a copy of your license. "Do you think this looks like her Arvin?"
He leaned back and waved the copy at his partner, but Arvin looked un-amused by Lee's antics. Arvin's eyes met yours in the mirror, he frowned deeply before shifting his gaze to his feet. He looked like he didn't want to be here just as badly as you did.
"Aw don't mind him … he's just a little shy, especially around a pretty thing like you."
Lee seemed disappointed at his partners lack of interest, but shrugged it off and pressed on. He stepped closer to you and laid open the folder, spreading out the documents you had given to the female officer along with others you didn't recognize.
"We ran a report on your vehicle little lady and the name on the registration doesn't match." Lee informed as his am rested on the back of your seat. He boxed you in and he leaned in uncomfortably close.
"Yeah it was my daddy's car." You state shifting away from him as much as you could.
"Well the name on your license don't match the 'man's' name on these papers." he entoned.
"We don't have the same last name." You twisted the golden crucifix again as Lee pointed out the discrepancies between the registration and your license.
"You trying to tell me your mother was too much of a whore to figure out who your 'daddy' was?" Lee whispered into your ear. Your eyes went wide and your mouth gawked open at his crassness. If he wanted you to feel ashamed he was doing a good job of it.
"I.. I know what it looks like, but he was my daddy." You felt more and more uncomfortable. Different last names weren't uncommon, but still very taboo in your back woods country town.
Your daddy was a rolling stone, he never married your momma, and flat out refused to sign your birth certificate when you were born. A point of contention between the two until her dying day.
"Well we need a way to verify your 'daddy' is who you say he is. Cause from my view it looks like you stole this car and now your coming up here with phony documents claiming to be a dead mans child. Seems like clear fraud and theft to me."
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You watched in disbelief and shock as he pulled the handcuff from his hips.
"He is I swear. This paper work is all I got. I swear." You started to feel panicked. You couldn't believe this situation had turned so bad.
"I think we can look past this little discretion for a price."
"But I dont-"
"Stand up." he demanded flatly cutting you off, his playful demeanor fading quickly.
"What?"
"I don't like repeating myself."
Lee stepped back and pulled the chair from underneath you, dumping you out. You hit the floor hard, your side and palms throbbed from the impact as you reeled in shock.
"Please, don't do this. " You pleaded. Tears were burning up your eyes when he clicked open the cuffs. If you got arrested you would miss work. No work meant no money and with an arrest on your record your life would most definitely be harder than it was already.
"Your a good god fearing girl aren't you?" He asked his eyes suddenly transfixed on your necklace. You clutched it bringing his focus back to you.
"Use your words," he tutted when you shook your head in response.
"Y-yes." You stuttered out, but he frowned deeply at your reply.
"Yes what?"
"Y-es si-sir," you stammered through your correction making him light up. Your body was shaking and your heart pounded. You had never been in trouble with the law, but you heard enough stories for dread to sink in.
"You know good girls get rewarded… Isn't that right Arvin?" He smiled down at you. Arvin didn't answer.
"How about we do this hmm…" he crouched down to your level and offered you a hand up. You were hesitant, but didn't want to anger him so you took his hand and rose to your feet. "If your a good girl…No money, just be good for us we might forget all about this little discrepancy on your registration? Would you like that?"
"Y-yes sir."
He smiled brightly at you. You forced an awkward smile just to appease him.
"Well alright…. How about you give me your panties? Hmmm? Bet they're as cute as you." He said with a wink. You blinked wildly in disbelief at his request.
"Oh don't look at me like that baby girl. You said you were a good girl right? …. Then show me."
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You felt sick and helpless, but the thought of the alternative got you through your reservations. Slowly you bent over. He snickered at your bloomers, pulling at the elastic until it snapped back at you. The cold room felt warmer as humiliation heated your skin. You sniffed and fought off tears as he rounded you.
"That's my girl," Lee preened as you handed him your panties.
"Now go ahead and put your hands on the table."
"But you said…."
"I know what I said, honey I said it." His tone changed again. "You get rewarded once you earned it and you ain't earn shit yet."
He rested his hand on the butt end of the gun that fastened to his hip. It was a threat, but it only help to paralyze you.
"Which church you go to?"
"Saint Cecilia's." You answered almost lower than a whisper, rubbing the edges of the crucifix with your thumb.
"I know that one. Father Martin is still there right?"
You nodded, but quickly realized your mistake and spoke. "Yes sir."
"Sure would be a shame if he heard you got into trouble at the station. You know he comes by to pray for the wayward folks locked up at county. What do you think he would say if he saw that pretty face behind bars?"
He held these charges over your head like a carrot on a stick. You felt pressure. After all he and the church had done it would surely break the old mans heart. You squeezed your cross so hard it hurt before you let go. Without further protest you turned, hung your head low and placed your hands on the table. If you just do what he wants it will be over faster and you can go home and forget all this.
"Perfect darling…. stay just like that."
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You kept your eyes closed and prayed. Lee whistled over to Arvin, signaling him to come closer as he tucked your panties into his pocket.
"I don't want no part of this."
Lee sighed loudly and shook his head in disappointment. Through your lashes you stared up at Arvin pleadingly. He seemed to be just as repulsed by his partner as you were. It looked as if he felt sorry for you as if he wanted to help, but all he could muster was that sympathetic look.
"If you're going to be apart of this unit your gonna need to man up. You can't always hide out in the corner. You're a virgin aren't you?" At Lee's accusation Arvin turned beet red. Lee laughed loudly at him, embarrassment riddled all over Arvin's features.
"All makes sense now. Why you're always acting all shy. Don't worry your secret is save with us… Aint that right darling?" Lee affirmed, slapping the back of the young officer hard, but playfully, bringing him closer by his shoulder.
"Yes sir." You responded weakly after Lee pinched your ass with his free hand. Arvin shoved his partner hard, giving himself some distance. You cried quietly to yourself when Lee pressed his belt buckle to your backside.
"I can tell by the way her hips set she aint." Lee joked, making you feel more humiliated as he lifted your skirt over your hips. You stifled a sob as Lee's calloused hands trailed up your thigh slowly.
"Listen here Arv., I took you on as a favor to your old man. He looked after me when I was coming up in the force and now it’s my turn to return the favor.” Lee said casually. You bit down on your lip and choke down a whimper as Lee forced a fat digit inside.
"Don't talk about my dad," Arvin hissed. He looked agitated and you hoped that would be enough to stop this, but Lee played on.
"Your father was a great man and a great teacher. Would’ve made sheriff if things had ended different….. I ain’t doin nothin he ain’t show me.” Lee reassured as he dipped in slowly and pulled out slower, you squirmed at the feel of the intrusion. Arvin kick the ground and shook his head as he listened. He caught your eyes in the mirror and you could see something break down inside him.
"This is a tradition. Everybody that done wore the badge has done it. Your father included. So we're going to make you a man today." He declared as you continued to sob.
"Oh watch this!" Lee exclaimed while curling a finger inside of you. A warmness in your belly bubbled over, forcing a moan to slip past your lips. You bit down hard after the outburst, ashamed of yourself from finding pleasure in his sin.
"See that she is breathing heavy now." Lee teased while adding another digit. He pushed in so deep that is knuckles rested on your cunt. The firmness made ripples sing out from your core. The devil was alive in this man and your soul felt weak against these unwanted desires.
Arvin's eyes drifted to your back side watching the display. He swallowed hard as his hands crossed over his belt, but it did little to hide the imprint forming in the seat of his pants.
"Now you give it a go." Lee pulled his fingers free, wiping your slickness on your ass. You panted pathetically relieved, but still throbbing with fire.
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"Remember what I told you. Be a good girl." Lee reminded you.
Arvin took Lee's place hesitantly. Your legs felt weak and you strained to stay up right. You tried to focus on the dangling pendant and not them. This shall pass, this will be over, you just had to endure.
"Yes sir," you hiccuped. Tears pooled on the table as you waited for Arvin to violate you.
“Take your forefinger and index like this” Lee encouraged. Lee motioned with his finger while Arvin mimicked the instructions.
You balked lowly when you felt Arvin touched down the outline of your lips gently, his fingers curious of the bud poking through.
"Go on," Lee encouraged.
Arvin pressed against your lips, separating them gingerly. His nervous energy bled through your skin as the last semblance of hope faded. Any thought that you had that Arvin would be a hero was fully gone. You were nothing to them or less than nothing to them.
"Don’t tease her boy get in there. Show her you're a man!" Lee goaded the younger officer. Arvin's fingers stoked the devil's fire.
You squeezed Arvin's fingers the involuntary action making him growl. Your nails dug into the table while Arvin played and Lee coached. The older man acted like a proud father, cheering him on each time you moaned or bucked your hips. Your body didn't feel like your own, the devil had surely taken over you.
Wet slick sounds added to your shame and humiliation. The longer he moved inside the louder it sounded. You couldn't hear them anymore, too dizzy and light headed to focus.
“See all that shine. That means she's in need. Gotta put her out of her misery as they say." Lee said as he nudged Arvin.
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A rolling pulse surged from his finger tips, ashamedly you pushed your hips hint him. A part of you didn't want to but another part needed it, like an itch that just had to be scratched.
The door snapped shut loudly and suddenly. The noise made. your head whip in its direction. The thought of more men coming to violate you had a resurgence of panic and fear. But to your surprise no one had entered, and Lee had gone.
Arvin stepped back and you were relieved. With the other officer gone you felt emboldened to push your skirt down and stand up right.
"Don't-"
"Please.." you pleaded weakly, cutting him off. Through the mirror you looked up at him, but he didn't look at you. The way he stared at himself in the mirror worried you.
"Don't look at me." He demanded still staring at himself. You moved
"Please, you don't have to do this."
Foolishly you turned to plead to him face to face, but Arvin caught your wrist, stopping you. You felt the remnants of your slick coated on his fingers as he gripped your wrist hard.
You whaled as Arvin contorted your arm behind your back wrenching it painfully.
He was clumsy and desperate as he held you down and wrestled with his pants with one hand. You stayed pressed to the table, focusing on the pain radiating from the connecting joints.
Your pleading was desperate and tantric yet Arvin trudged on. Tears bled over your face and all over the table. There was no notice or warning when his cock stretched you open.
You cried out loudly as new pain drew new focus throughout your whole body. The full girth of Arvin felt as if he ripped through your soul.
Arvin held you down with little to no effort. You couldn't push him off, couldn't run away, he trapped you in unending pain. He grunted as you gasped and sobbed. The hard top of the table jabbed into your hip with each thrust of his.
The pain broke something in you. The chorus of your body against his built a weird sensation that made you wild and you couldn't ignore it.
"Arvin," you panted out breathy. You wanted to believe you were going to plead to stop, but those protest choked you.
In the mirror his eyes looked lidded and focused on the connecting flesh. You feared the sight of yourself, feared that lust was written on you.
Your arm fell limp at your side, the ache dull in comparison to the twisted battering that filled you with confusion. Arvin smoothed down your hip until he rounded underneath. Your thighs locked around his hand as it burrowed in-between, forcefully petting the hidden bud.
Everything was hot, so hot you couldn't concentrate. His heavy breathing, his touch, his desperate rhythm worked to swallow you in fire. It felt like Arvin had sunk into your depths as if you were bottomless.
You moaned unable to fight the inferno erupting from his violation. You knew you shouldn't want it but you needed it. If this was slipping into sin you could see how so many had fallen.
Your toes curled in your shoes as the fire overtook your body. The heat burned brighter than the shame and guilt you felt. His cum the only thing that cooled the blaze.
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You kept your head low out of the station and you hugged yourself. Home is were you wanted to be. A hot bath to scrub the sin off.
You didn't want to remember Arvin leaving you in a heap over the table. You didn't want to remember the cheers that bled through the mirror and the eyes that followed you out off the station.
"Church girl!” Lee shouted from behind. His keys jangled as you gulped down your nerve as he approached.
"Yes sir?" Your voice sounded horse, another shameful reminder of your hedonism. You were lucky your skirt came down well past your knees. The only blessing that helped to hide Arvin's seed that had trailed down your thigh.
"You forgot your reward. We got your record all cleared up. No need to worry about getting anymore letters about the speeding and parking tickets."
Bile built up again in your throat and you tried to ignore it. Lee seemed to study your face, enjoying your discomfort.
"Thank you sir."
"Need help?" Lee asked looking past you and at your car. You frowned and then followed his gaze. Your tires, all flat. Though the sight was shocking you didn't care you would drive it on its rim you just needed to get away.
"No it's fine sir." You tried to assure him, but he frowned back at you.
"Naw this aint no good. You can't go driving around like that." He tutted.
"Sir please you've already done so much." You tried not to sound panicked, but you were. The last thing you wanted to do was to be trapped in a car with him.
"No I won't take no for an answer darling. I'm taking you home, tomorrow I'll have Earl swing by and fix it right up for you. " There was no arguing or protesting. He was telling you how things were going to be and you had no power in refusing.
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Lee let you sit in front while he drove. He took the long way to your home, the extended trip keeping you on edge even after he turned on to your street. The car ride was silent, the only thing you were thankful for.
The engine died in your driveway and you were quick to rush out the door. By the time you touched the handle to door locked before you could open it.
"Whoa whoa whoa darling, leaving so fast?" Lee asked casually with your back turned to him. "I went out of my way to help you get home. And this is the thanks I get?"
The leather seats whined and wheezed as he stretched out along the seat. His finger tips tickled your back, sending a cold chill down your spine while you stayed frozen. You winced when he let out an annoyed breath when you still didn't answer.
"I asked you a question darling."
"Thank you for the ride home sir." Your throat felt dry as you answered him, but your your eyes found no shortage in water.
Slyly you tried the door again, but it stayed locked. You felt broken and tired and wanted nothing more for this nightmare to end.
"Thank you? All I get is a thank you?" Lee scoffed.
"You know how I can tell you're not as good as you pretend to be?" Lee spat. "Look at me when I am talking to you!"
Your body trembled uncontrollably and your words came out just as shaky. "Sorry sir."
"Good god fearing girls don’t do what you did. Get as wet as you did. I watched you through that big old mirror. Watched you let loose for Arvin. Did my boy really good."
You looked down at your lap, squeezing your thighs tightly together. Arvin's dried cum scratched your skin as you soaked in the shame of what happened.
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"Come over here."
He patted at the space next to him. Not wanting to anger him you scooted along the wide leather seat, when you were close enough he hugged you into his side, squeezing uncomfortably tight.
"I should've kept you to myself." Lee practically purred, picking up your chin. He focused solely on your lips as your tears trickled over his hand. Your lips trembled as he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip. "Something as sweet as you…., but I owed the boy's old man you see."
"I really appreciate all that y'all done for me Mr. Bodecker, but I got work in the morning." You tried to stop yourself from crying, but it was hard to do. The more you fought the more they would trickle down.
"Words aren't good enough darling. I need proof, action. You gotta make me believe your appreciative….Why don't you show me hmm?"
"Please you promised. I was good."
"You were good darlin… Really good… to Arvin, but I need you to be good to me…."
You looked around for help from the outside world, but found none. Your neighbor's houses were all dark and not a car had past since you arrived home.
"Don't worry about putting on a show for the neighbors. I want you to duck down and put those pretty lips around my cock."
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Your hands shook as you unbuckled his belt. The clasp popped easily with your help and the stress of his bulge. Lee's cock bounced out when you unzipped him. He wasn't wearing nothing under his pants.
"Now I want you to open your mouth nice and wide." Lee said as he palmed the back of your head, forcing you into his lap as you balked. His cock was threateningly close, you pushed push on his thighs but the pressure from his hand kept you face to face with it.
"Open." Lee ordered firmly. You felt the order in his words and fear of what would happen if you didn't comply. You hesitated but when he began to squeeze you opened slowly. Your nails dug into his pants ferociously, but it didn't seem to bother him.
"That’s it." Lee let out a relaxing breath. You whined as you took him in. He controlled your movements. His legs spread wide in relaxation as you struggled to breathe.
"Take all of me in that sweet little mouth of yours." He hummed while you gagged. You dry heaved each time he forced you down. The convulsions bringing up sick that you swallowed back down.
"Oh your are soo bad. You can’t be a church girl. A good little Christian can't do this honey."
Your lips felt bruised and jaws ached. You sobbed endlessly throughout the assault which earned you praise.
When he shivered and held you down Lee spilled into your mouth. You choked and spit out, making a mess of the seat of his pants.
When he released your neck you shot up quickly, wiping your mouth as you gasped for more air.
"Oh shit darling look what you did." He tutted. "Guess I gotta go inside and have you clean me. Can't go home looking like this."
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This babe is getting you something from your favorite coffeeshop. What's your go-to order and what did he bring you?
Sorry for taking so long, Cia!
My go-to order is a decaf hazelnut latte, but I love when there are seasonal specials that are more cream than coffee.
So what does the Captain get me? Head on under the cut for a 500 word, un-beta'd drabble.
Steve and the other Avengers had been off doing one of their public appearances, talking to sick kids down one of the local hospitals, so he was dressed up in his Cap suit, but for once wasn’t bruised, battered or sweaty when he eventually returned to the Tower. In fact, he and the others had had time to swing past the local coffee shop on the way back and load up on some much needed caffeine and sugar.
As they walked back through the doors, Tony’s voice echoing loudly through the reception area, you couldn’t help but look up from your desk, where you worked as the face of Stark Industries, greeting and directing visitors and acting as the first line of defence against Avengers super-fans.
The light shone through the huge windows that seemed to stretch ever upwards and lit up Steve Roger’s golden hair. You let out a sigh. He was so fucking handsome.
You considered yourself a grown-up professional, but for some reason whenever the Captain was near or, god-forbid, spoke to you, you turned into a giggling school girl. It didn’t stop you from admiring him from a distance though - a girl could dream.
However, as the gaggle of heroes got closer, heading towards the executive elevators, Steve peeled off, heading towards you. Your eyes went wide with confusion and your heart started to race. What could he possibly want? Somehow, you managed to return your expression to one of corporate pleasantness as he crossed the last few feet of space, a soft smile on his features.
“Can I help you, Captain?” you asked .
“Actually, I thought I could help you.” He placed a coffee cup and a small paper bag in front of you. “I got these for you. Thought you might need a pick-me-up.”
You felt heat rush to your cheeks at the gesture, but then your heart sank at the sight of the coffee.
“That’s, umm, very thoughtful, Captain, but I can’t have normal coffee because…”
He cut you off. “Because you’re intolerant. That’s why I got you decaf. A latte, with a shot of hazelnut. And one of those brownies with the caramel running through it.”
Your eyes started to bug out again. “How did you know?” You squeaked out the question, no longer able to maintain your professional composure.
“I always remember important information,” he replied and despite his relatively simple words, there was an implied meaning under them. Was Steve Rogers - Captain America - flirting with you?”
You swallowed thickly and picked up the coffee cup. “Well thank you for thinking of me, Captain. It’s much appreciated. But I’d best let you go,” you gestured to the rest of the gang who were standing near the elevator, all trying to look as though they weren’t eavesdropping. “The others are waiting.”
“And I’d best let you return to work. See you around.”
He turned around and started to walk away, and you tried your best not to just stare at his ass. However, he suddenly stopped again and looked back over his shoulder.
“Oh, one more thing.”
You sat up in your seat, feeling a bit like a meerkat. “Yes, Captain?”
“Call me Steve.”
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You're a real one, Jen, you know that? I'm very glad to have a friend like you 💙💙💙
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JANE!! HAPPY SLEEPOVER!! I was wondering: What are your top 5 songs you gravitate to when writing? and/or: What song do you associate with Bucky the most? <3 <3 <3
Thank you so much for the ask Jen <3 <3 <3 genuinely my favorite questions ever!!!!!!! i could talk about music forever haha
okay so
my favorite songs to listen to while writing change depending on the fic so i make inspo playlists but when it comes to writing bucky/the winter soldier i find myself coming back to a lot of the same songs, specifically...
Follow You - Bring Me The Horizon
Another You - Of Mice and Men
Vore - Sleep Token
If I'm There - Bad Omens
Forced to Stay - Knocked Loose
Anything emo is good for my winter soldier inspo as well lmao
1.5k sleepover
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Patches--2
Cliff comes over once a week in a pitch-black Jeep Cherokee with no windows or roof. One time Sandy saw him driving the thing in the pouring rain to Mark’s house, jump out, run to the trunk, put a massive tarp over the entire car that came from the trunk, and ran into the house with a front door preemptively opened by Mark. When Cliff leaves Mark’s house, Mark stands at the front door and watches the car drive away.
Patches lives in the neighborhood. Patches makes a mess. Patches has a tendency to stare into people’s windows, not making a sound. Patches doesn’t bathe. Patches dives in the street dumpster shared by the entire neighborhood, picked up once a week by Nicholas, the landscape artist who drew the shortest straw and became the volunteer garbage man.
Patches is also a giant, mangy cat. Maybe he was someone’s animal who got left behind. Maybe he showed up on the back of a mail truck or something and decided, “why, yes, this is the neighborhood to terrorize.”
Patches predates Mark’s arrival to the neighborhood and there were initial concerns about what the local population of dogs and their leashed humans would do with this new arrival—what if Lyla or Cody or Pepper or Jennings got loose and ate this cat? Who knew how many parasites that thing had.
But no. There was no chance that one of these collared, heartworm medicated, golden retriever and golden retriever-adjacent local hounds would eat Patches. Once Patches got his claws in Wiley’s golden labradoodle Cleo, it was understood that Patches was someone to protect from, rather than protect. Perfect.
They already had to worry about bears, fisher cats, bobcats that climbed up and down the gargantuan pines with such ease. Now there was a feral housecat that had the kill-drive of a half-starved polar bear.
Patches was probably a tortoiseshell variety, once upon a time. These days he was missing an eye, and a big chunk was taken out of his muzzle that scabbed over in a regal purple that matched the way he sauntered down the dirt road. Everyone was disgusted with Patches, and Patches was disgusted with everyone. Everyone but Mark.
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My media this week (12-18 Feb 2023)
📚 STUFF I READ 📚
😊 "List of People Who Disappeared Mysteriously at Sea" (Jen Myers) - nicely eerie short story
😊 In The Market For Murder (Lady Hardcastle Mysteries #2) (T.E. Kinsey, author; Elizabeth Knowelden, narrator) - again, I'm a fan of the breezy 'not-super-serious-about-historical-accuracy-in-the-small-details' tone; I really like that Flo & Lady H have this backstory/history that we only find small bits about here and there
😍 Same As It Ever Was (QuokkaFoxtrot) - 62K, Steddie - EXCELLENT time-loop fixit AU
🥰 Cabin Pressure - Series 1: Abu Dhabi to Fitton (John Finnemore, author; Stephanie Cole/Roger Allam/Benedict Cumberbatch/John Finnemore, voice cast) - entertained again by the crew of MJN Airlines
😍 Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Steve a Match (BlueSimplicity) - 209K, shrunkyclunks - omegaverse (but fairly nontrad, no mpreg) - the slow burn tag is not inappropriate but also it kind of doesn't FEEL that slow! deep worldbuilding, excellent epistolary component, incredible OC's, the differences/subversions of trad omegaverse tropes gave me clowfish AU vibes, which I loved
😍 Will Wonders Never Cease (PorcupineGirl) - 56K, zimbits AU, You've Got Mail/She Loves Me fusion - magic's real, Bitty's a tech witch with a very cute familiar - read this in one sitting and my face hurt when I was done from smiling so much
🥰 Luke and Billy Finally Get a Clue (Cat Sebastian) - novella, set in 1953; to paraphrase the official description: two best friend pro ball players finally figure their shit out, featuring: inclement weather, only one (real) bed and some hurt/comfort. Technically this is set in the Cabot Universe but there are zero Cabots in this one. Cat continues to score home runs on vibes alone. I love her books so, so much!
💖💖 +189K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖
I Want You to Find Me (PorcupineGirl) - Check Please!: zimbits, 23K - canon-divergent AU where Bitty's a camboy that catches Jack's attention (while also still being his former teammate and all)
Ruin me (rainbow_nerds) - Stranger Things: steddie, 11K - absolutely cannot get enough of a reunion/2nd chance fic!!!!! fluffy AF!
Critical Feline Mass (Kryptaria, zooeyscigar) - MCU: stucky, 39K - no-powers AU where they're both retired military, Steve rents an apt to a still-struggling-to-reintegrate Bucky & sparks (and feelings) fly. also there are a lot of adorable kittens.
📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺
Tom Scott & Gavin Free - "We tried the Hot Ones sauces. It was painful."
Queer Historical Romance panel with KJ Charles, AL Lester & Lex Croucher presented by The Portal Bookshop
Poker Face - s1, e5-7
Our Flag Means Death - s1, e8-10
🎧 PODCASTS 🎧
⭐ Vibe Check - NFL = National Fenty League
Digital Folklore - Monsters and Mental Healthcare - Vivian Asimos & Kathleen Hale
The Sporkful - Alan And Arlene Alda Bonded Over A Fallen Rum Cake
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Henry Miller Memorial Library
You Must Remember This - 1984: "Vioporn," Body Double and Crimes of Passion (Erotic 80s Part 7)
Switched on Pop - “Flowers” and the art of the response song
Digital Folklore - Hidden Meanings (Haunted Videogames, ARGs, & Folk Groups)
Strange Customs - Katie Lowes and Adam Shapiro—The Rock
It's Been a Minute - Unlocking desire through smut; plus, the gospel of bell hooks
⭐ Vibe Check - There’s Dog Years, and Then There’s Queer Years
ICYMI Plus - The Internet’s Black Emo Renaissance
99% Invisible #525 - The Chinatown Punk Wars
⭐ Fated Mates - S05.22: Trailblazer K.J. Charles
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Pushkin’s Duel
Welcome to Night Vale #222 - Makarov the Magical
Shedunnit - Bonus: Tana French on Josephine Tey
Fated Mates - S05.14: Band Sinister by KJ Charles
Writing Excuses - 18.07: Deep Dive into THE SPARE MAN
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Cactoblastis Memorial Cairn
Writing Excuses - 18.05: An Interview with Mary Robinette Kowal
Ologies - Melaninology (SKIN/HAIR PIGMENT) with Tina Lasisi
You Must Remember This - 1985: Fear Sex. Jagged Edge & AIDS (Erotic 80s Part 8)
Endless Thread - The Journeys of Two Russian Anti-War YouTubers
Strong Songs - From Bach to Miles Davis, with Emily Reese
You're Dead To Me - Early Medieval Papacy
It's Been a Minute - Kelela's guide for breaking up with men
Dear Prudence - My Partner Might Be in Conversion Therapy. Help!
🎶 MUSIC 🎶
Rihanna
The Celtic Spirit
my 'Thumbs Up' playlist
Tropical Dance Pop
Hi-Scores
#sunday reading recap#bookgeekgrrl's reading habits#bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks#fanfic ftw#the guest appearances in poker face have been *chef's kiss*#vibe check podcast#fated mates podcast#atlas obscura podcast#switched on pop podcast#99% invisible podcast#you're dead to me podcast#writing excuses podcast#shedunnit podcast#welcome to night vale#digital folklore podcast#the sporkful podcast#ologies podcast#you must remember this podcast#endless thread podcast#strong songs podcast#icymi podcast#it's been a minute podcast#strange customs podcast#dear prudence podcast#rihanna#fan artists are a *gift*
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where: Outside, up the street from Riptide Gym
Jen looked down at her ringing phone and groaned before answering. She’d barely said ‘hello’ before the collector on the other end began reminding her exactly how overdue her electric was and that she only had another week to get it cleared up. It was a song and dance she was familiar with. “I’m putting the check in the mail as we speak. It’ll get to you day after tomorrow.” she said, and for the most part she was telling the truth. There were checks inside the envelopes she was shoving into the mailbox, however she had put the electric in the one addressed to the gas company, while the gas bill would go to the electric company. Usually, the fact that they received a check at all, even if it was wrong, was enough good faith to buy her another week or two. When she finally got the person on the other end to hang up, she braced herself against the nearest wall outside of some shop up the road from the gym and just sank down to take a few deep breaths. Fucking bills. Sometimes she thought she preferred deployment. Hearing someone approach, Jen didn’t bother looking up before she started talking. “If you’re here to rob me, you can fuck off.”
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