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A quick jackiemistynat sketch
merry christmas to @/sosolottie for @yjexchange !!
i loooove jackielot so i had sm fun drawing it
from: @/crossbowsz
jackie and lottie kissed pre crash its true ella and courtney told me
@lottiessidehoe weâre also jackielot confirmed!!
a little something for the jackielot rarepair shippers out there...
JACKIELOTFAN/JASMINE'S ONLY. DO NOT REPOST AS YOUR OWN AND PLS GIVE CREDITS IF USED ANYWHERE!!
for your consideration: jetpack jackie (clinging to lottie)
jackielot propaganda đ€
jackielot ill never forget u
The Sacrifice and the Saint
Jackielot No Crash AU- they left Wiskayok together
my tiktok is iheartjennamaroney !! i post more edits there
May I interest you in some JackieLot?Âż
Donât worry about Jackie, sheâs pouting but sheâs right where she wants to be
@lottiezilla I wanted to draw something with more work but my playlist put me in such a good mood so... Modern AU or maybe no crash 2000s AU
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jackienat as lucy and amy from d.e.b.s because i just watched it and i love it smâŠ
this idea came to my head while i was watching debs
I can't go on without you
part 1 ; part 2 ; part 3
summary : after almost a year as windfall, it is time for her first event with bombsight, neither of them planned that it would go all wrong.
pairing : fem! self ship x bombsight (robbie)
warnings : angst, mentions of death, character almost dying, vought being assholes again, but happy ending.
Chicago, 1953
The military exhibition was just pure marketing even if Vought sold this as a patriotic act. As if they were paying respects to the lives lost during the war.
There were American flags stretched across every building while marching bands could be heard from afar.
Thousands of civilians were crowded against barricades. They were fighting to be in front and get the best spot to see America's heroes in flesh.
To bombsight, it was the perfect recipe for disaster. The crowds were already going crazy and he doubted that using powers near them was really a bright idea but once again, Vought gave him no choice.
âYouâre scowlinâ again.â
Chiara's voice was what pulled him from his thoughts as he glanced sideways toward her. She was standing beside him near the center of the exhibition platform that overlooked the city square.
For the moment, they were still hidden by the curtains, giving them the freedom to act however they wanted before having to perform for the crowd.
Wind was tugging at the golden cape, while her blonde hair was curled perfectly and her makeup made her look like the picture perfect Hollywood star.
She looked beautiful tonight. She always did but today, Vought outdid themselves for her first real interaction with the crowd.
But it only made his stomach twist with dread because beneath that make-up and smile, she looked exhausted. Sometimes, it even looked like she was going to pass out.
Most people couldn't tell but he could. He noticed how pale she had become those last few weeks and the powder barely concealed it. Her smile also looked strained and whenever she used her powers, he noticed how her hands started shaking.
Vought were the only ones who also noticed but they didn't care.
âYou alright?â He asked quietly even though he doubted she would be honest about it.
She still had a hard time opening up about her more negative feelings, always afraid of it burdening the person she would confess to. He knew it came mostly from her upbringing but now that they were together, he hoped that it would change with time.
He was proven right when she smiled at him.
âI am,â she replied even if both knew that it was a lie. But he did not have the opportunity to push further when one of Voughts's handlers approached them.
âPlaces. We're live in thirty seconds.â
His jaw tightened at this. Of course it was live, Vought had to make everything into a spectacle.
He couldn't even pay attention to the orchestra swelling or the announcers introducing them, he was too focused on the way her fingers brushed briefly against his hand.
It was as if searching for grounding before being forced apart for the cameras. His hand instinctively closed around hers for half a second before the handler had enough and forced her to move away.
Everything felt heavier today. As if the atmosphere itself knew something was going to go wrong.
Even his jacket felt heavier, but that was for another reason. A vial of V1 was hidden in his pocket, he stole it as soon as Chiara confessed to him that her powers were killing her.
He never planned on stealing it until that day. But it all changed with her because he knew that he would do anything to keep her safe.
When the announcer's voice boomed again at the same time the curtains were drawn open.
âBegin launch simulation,â one of Vought employees said behind them.
And they just needed to look up to see the artificial missiles being activated along a suspended cable system. Vought really did go all out for this event.
At first, everything went perfectly as he easily intercepted the first missile while Chiara redirected another with more controlled currents of air.
And everyone seemed to love it, if he took into account the way they were constantly blinded by flashes while their names were screamed by the crowd.
But something ended up malfunctioning in the middle of it. Since the beginning, a missile kept jerking violently but now it was its time to shine as the cable suddenly snapped, sending the missile plummeting directly towards the crowd.
Before he could even react, Chiara was on it as she tried to redirect the missile away before it could hit the ground.
To his relief, it worked, but only for a second but the missile detonated prematurely. Something neither of them could have anticipated.
The explosion ripped across the square and it shook the nearby buildings while shockwaves slammed through the crowd.
And Chiara ? She completely lost control as the winds erupted outward her body in violent bursts, sending the barricades flying and the windows shattering.
The sound of civilians screaming was deafening but he forced himself through the storm in search of her.
âCHIARA!â he screamed at the top of his lungs as he desperately looked around.
When he finally saw her, she collapsed on the ground near the ruined platform. The concrete beneath her cracked from the pressure of the winds that kept erupting from her body.
She was on her knees, her trembling hands pressed against the pavement as if she could hold herself together and contain her powers. As if she could stop herself.
Blood was pouring heavily from her nose and she had coughing first that made her spit blood.
Even though she was in clear pain, she couldn't stop apologizing because no matter what, she couldn't stop herself.
âI'm sorryââ she choked between two coughing fits. âI can'tââ
Another violent gust erupted from her, making the cars around them rock violently, almost sending them flying.
He only managed to reach her the moments her arms gave out beneath her, sending her to collapse hard onto the pavement.
âChiara!â he yelled in panic as he dropped beside her instantly, grabbing her head before it could smash against the ground.
But terror filled him as soon as he had her in his arms. Her body felt weak, way too weak and way too cold. Blood stained the corner of her lips while she struggled to breathe, as if every inhale was painful to her.
And at every spike of pain tearing through her, the wind grew stronger.
âHey,â he said quickly as he carefully cradled her face, smudging blood on his gloves and her cheeks. âStay with me.â
Yet her eyes barely focused on him, she was unable to truly pay attention to him.
âRobbieâŠâ she still managed to mutter before another cough tore through her violently. Blood splattered across his jacket as she did so, but he couldn't care about that when she was literally dying in his arms.
âIt hurts,â she whispered weakly.
Those two words broke his heart as he remembered how she told him that her powers were killing her. He knew that if he didn't do anything right now, her organs would all shut down and he couldn't let that happen.
He made his décision almost instantly as he shoved his hand inside his jacket to retrieve that small syringe that held the V1.
Once she noticed the syringe between his fingers, the blue liquid, fear flickered in her eyes as she could only remember how that same liquid was killing her right now.
âNoâŠâ she muttered between ragged breaths.
âI know.â he cooed as he tried to reassure her. He knew she didn't trust the liquid in that syringe but it was the only way to save her.
She stopped for a second when she noticed the look of genuine fear on his face. It was the first time that she saw that look in his eyes since she met him. He was not scared for himself but for her.
âI stole it.â
The winds around them only grew stronger, covering the screams of the Vought employees.
âRobbie⊠donâtâŠâ she pleaded as she weakly tried to grab his wrist.
âYouâre dying.â
The hand still cradling her cheeks was trembling as his thumb rubbed her cheek to dry her pained tears. Yet, at the same time he was smudging her own blood there.
âYou think Iâm gonna sit here and watch that happen?â His voice cracked harshly as he seemed ready to break down at the mere thought of her dying. âNo. No goddamn way.â
Before she could try to reply, another coughing fit stopped her, splattering even more blood onto his uniform.
At this sight, he knew he couldn't wait anymore as he directly moved to uncap the syringe.
âForgive me later.â
Then, without any hesitation, he drove the needle into her arm and injected the V1.
Almost instinctively, she screamed and her body squirmed violently against him. The winds got so strong that they slammed him backwards but he held onto her, wrapping his arm around her so she wouldn't get hurt in the process.
âChiara!â
He could see the way her blue veins were glowing unnaturally beneath her skin as the V1 was spreading fast while she became almost still in his arms.
For a moment, he thought that he killed her himself but suddenly, everything stopped. The winds vanished as the debris that were previously floating around crashed onto the ground.
The following silence felt heavy into the now empty and ruined streets. But he couldn't focus on that, not when she was still limp in his arms.
âChiara.â he tried once, the lack of response making him panic.
âChiara!â he tried again, gently shaking her. He needed her to wake up.
And finally, a shaky breath escaped her lips. It was weak but it was there. At this, relief flooded him and a heavy exhale escaped his lips when her eyes opened once again.
The burst blood vessels in her eyes faded almost directly while her breathing seemed smoother.
When her gaze met his, the air suddenly felt warmer as his mere presence was enough to calm down the atmosphere itself.
He didn't even dare to move, scared that if he did, she would go limp again and reveal that he didn't save her, that it was all in his head.
But when she tried to reach for him, he broke. He pulled her tightly against his chest as he buried his face into her hair. He knew she could feel the erratic beat of his heart and how shaky his breath was but he didn't care.
âYou scared the hell outta me,â he whispered against her hair. He then pressed kisses there, unable to stop himself, it was a way for him to make sure that she really was there.
Meanwhile, she weakly buried her face against his shoulders, unable to truly process what happened to her.
âIâm sorryâŠâ
âDonât. You're alive and that's what matters.â
They both could hear the sirens through the streets and the way the Vought executives were screaming their names from afar.
But none of that mattered to him. What mattered is that she was alive, that she was here.
He knew for certain that nothing would take her away from him again, and certainly not Vought.
Somethin' stupid
part 1 ; part 2
summary : one news seems to be enough to change everything between chiara and robbie
pairing : fem! self ship x bombsight (robbie)
warning : SMUT (18 +), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), mentions of death, a bit of angst but also a bit of fluff
The first sign that something was wrong with her happened during filming a new commercial.
At first, she believed that it was exhaustion. After all, Vought was constantly pushing her schedule harder and harder now that Windfall was getting more famous in America.
She was now doing more interviews, more commercials beside bombsight because audiences adored the two together.
She ignored the warning signs such as dizziness whenever she used her powers for too long. Or the constant headaches blooming behind her eyes. Or even the sharp pressure in her chest whenever she lost control over her powers.
Vought doctors dismissed her worries so she did the only thing she could do, to keep smiling.
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The commercial took place inside a familial house where Bombsight was supposed to return to after a fake military operation while Windfall greeted him home.
It was domestic and Vought adored it. They knew that the audiences would adore this.
The cameras rolled while Chiara cooked, making the ingredients float around her.
âBeautiful,â the director encouraged, clearly proud of how far she had come since her first commercial.
Then, Bombsight stepped into frame beside her. As soon as he was near her, the air shifted around them. Every time he was near her, her heartbeat reacted.
âWelcome home,â she recited softly as she offered him a bright smile.
âMiss me?â he asked smoothly. It was scripted but the smiles that tugged both of their lips weren't.
âUnfortunately.â At her reply, he snorted quietly beneath his breath and the director adored this scene.
âKeep that,â he shouted excitedly. âThat chemistry right there.â
She tried to stay focused on the scene, on her script but suddenly, a sharp pain split through her chest making her unable to breathe.
Every ingredient dropped on the ground while wind surged outward hard enough to shake the lights. At this, some of the crew members stepped back immediately, fearing for their own safety.
Yet, bombsight was the only who didn't look at her in annoyance, but in concern. She was pale, way too pale.
âCut!â the director yelled. âJesus Christââ
The short break allowed her to press a trembling hand against her ribs while she struggled to breathe normally again.
âIâm okay,â she managed automatically as she already felt guilty about interrupting the shooting. Especially after how well everything was starting to evolve.
But that wasn't enough to convince him as he was already walking toward her, not even letting her finish speaking.
âYou donât look okay.â
âItâs just stress.â she quickly replied as she didnât want him to worry too.
âBullshit.â
The words came out sharp, maybe way sharper than intended but he was more worried about her than about his own tone.
Still, he lowered his voice almost immediately when he noticed the startled look crossing her face.
âSorry,â he muttered. âJust⊠sit down a second.â
Before she could even protest or act like she was fine, his hand settled against the small of her back to guide her toward a nearby chair.
The feeling of his hand, even gloved, resting against her back grounded her. Once sat, his hand moved to rest on her knee, drawing soothing circles on the exposed skin.
Unfortunately for her, Vought noticed her state.
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Three days later, Vought asked her to come to the medical wing once again. It was her second time and by now, the white walls and leds became suffocating and too familiar.
They kept monitoring whenever she was using her powers, whether by making wind bursts or by dropping the oxygen in the room. Those examinations left her completely exhausted.
But today, the doctors looked nervous, and she knew that it meant one thing, that it was bad.
She sat on the edge of the examination while two doctors quietly reviewed the papers together across the room. They werenât concerned by the fact that she could hear them.
âSheâs deteriorating faster than expected.â one said âThe vascular strain is worsening.â
Some of those words were pure gibberish to her but it was easy to understand that it was bad, like really bad.
âAnd her lungs?â one of the two asked, creating a small silence as they both looked at the paper.
âPulmonary damage.â
A feeling of dread settled heavily inside her stomach. She wasnât dumb, she knew that it was bad and that she probably would die if the list kept getting longer.
Finally, one of the two men approached her directly, making her look up at him. Just a look at his professional expression was enough to make this feeling of dread even more suffocating.
âMiss Adami,â he said slowly, in a rehearsed voice, as if he was trying to calm down a skittish animal. âYour body is struggling to adapt to the Compound V.â
âWhat do you mean ?â She asked as she felt her throat tightening, but she refused to break down in front of them.
âIt means that your powers are placing stress on your organs faster than anticipated.â He said calmly, as if he wasn't telling her that she was literally dying.
âYour generation of supes is still experimental compared to V1. So we still are unaware of some of the side effects.â
His words made her feel sick, she felt ready to puke but she forced herself to stay calm.
âYou'll need monitoring,â he continued, not even caring about sparing her feelings. âWe will make sure to reduce your emotional strains, to avoid some of your power output whenever it's possible.â
She almost laughed at this. As if Vought would care about putting less pressure on one of their products. They cared more about money than about them.
âWhat happens if it gets worse?â she asked. She could feel the way her voice grew shaky as she spoke, but she didn't feel like caring about it.
Only silence replied to her as the doctors clearly hesitated. Somehow, that was even more terrifying to her.
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Bombsight found her afterward while she sat alone outside the medical wing. Her makeup was still a mess, it was pretty obvious that she had been crying. The mascara was smudged just below her eyes.
He immediately crouched in front of her, his hand moving directly to her knee, massaging it in a comforting manner. The gesture became almost automatic after the first time he did it.
âWhat happened ?â
She tried smiling at him but it failed directly. She felt unable to fake happiness this time.
âThey say my body is not adapting properly to compound V,â she admitted as she looked away, unable to meet his gaze. âEvery time I use my powers, it hurts me.â
Speaking it aloud felt even worse, because it made everything real. Things were only starting to look good and she wouldn't even be able to truly enjoy it.
âWhat do you mean it hurts you?â he asked in a worried tone.
âThey say that I have pulmonary damage. But it's not only that, it attacks all of my organs too.â
For a second, his face turned blank. He couldn't even hide behind his smirk or sarcasm. He only felt stunned anger.
âAnd they still got you filming? They still got you doing their stupid events ?â
She didn't even answer him, but it was enough to answer his questions. He couldn't stand still anymore, standing up abruptly. He started muttering as he paced around the room.
âThose goddamnââ
âRobbie.â
She called out softly and her voice was enough to stop him instantly. The look on his face was hurting her even more than admitting that she was dying.
Because for the first time, someone truly cared about her but she didn't even have enough time with him.
Slowly, he crouched down in front of her again and stayed silent for a while until she admitted softly : âI'm scared.â
Her confession was only a whisper but it was enough for him to look down at his hand that moved to rest near her hand.
âYeah.â he answered quietly.
He couldn't even reassure her because he was just as scared. But still, an idea formed in his mind.
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After that day, something shifted, as if the distance they tried to maintain was slowly disappearing.
He was always close to her, whether during filming, interviews or even galas. It was as if he parted from her, she would disappear.
Some would call it hovering but she didn't care. She allowed him to.
Because if she died, at least, she would have enjoyed his presence as much as possible.
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A few days later, during a rainy evening, filming ended up late. Most of the crew had already gone home, wanting to avoid the storm that was brewing outside.
Ever since she earned her power, the sound of thunder became weirdly calming.
She sat wrapped in Bombsightâs leather jacket. Once again, she was sitting on the porch of one of the fake houses, the script for tomorrow laying forgotten on her laps.
She was watching Bombsight as he leaned against an artificial streetlight, smoking while he also listened to the sound of rain hammering against the roof of the studio.
âAren't you tired of staring ?â He asked her suddenly, not even turning to look back at her.
At his words, she could feel her cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
âI wasnât staring.â she quickly defended herself. She knew that she answered way too fast but she didn't care.
âSure.â
An amused smirk stretched his lips while she rolled her eyes. Silence settled between them once again, but it didn't need to be filled, it was comfortable.
Eventually, he turned his head to look at her. His gaze was soft but also full of worry for her.
âYou should be home resting.â
âYou should too,â she countered. Since that night when she saw him taking those pills, she made the vow to stay on set until he left, so at least, he wouldn't take some under her watch.
âThe difference is Iâm not the one coughing blood after moving air around all day.â
Her expression crumpled directly at his words, making him mutter a curse as he regretted his words as soon they left his mouth.
âChiaraââ
âNo, youâre right.â she said softly, her voice shaky. It always hurts to hear that, no matter how true it was.
âI think I'm dying a little,â she finally added in a whisper, playing with her fingers. A nervous gesture she gained through the years.
That confession was enough to have him moving. He crushed the butt of the cigarette under his foot before crossing the set in long strides, stopping directly in front of her. He was now so close that she has to tilt her head up to meet his gaze with her own.
âYou listen to me,â he said, voice low but rough. âYou are not dying.â
âBut you know what the doctors saidââ
âYou're not,â he said, truly believing his own words. He had a plan but he couldn't tell her anything yet, even if he was itching to spill everything.
Slowly, he lifted his hand, giving her time to pull away if she wished to. When she didn't try to move away, his warm and calloused fingers brushed beneath her chin. The touch was gentle though as he tilted her face up.
Neither of them moved though, even if her powers reacted directly to the proximity. A warm wind swirling between both of them.
His eyes darkened as they flicked down to her lips. âChrist,â he murmured, his voice rough with months of restraint and longing.
Then, he finally kissed her. It wasn't soft or hesitant but deep and urgent as if a dam finally broke. His lips were firm and warm against hers, she could still taste and smell the cigarette that he just smoked.
His hand stayed cupped beneath her chin while the other slid down to her waist, pulling her closer until her body was flushed against his chest.
Her breath hitched against his mouth. One of her hands fisted in the front of his buttoned shirt, anchoring herself while the kiss almost overwhelmed her.
She could feel how his stubble scraped against her skin while his tongue brushed against her lower lip. Instinctively, she parted her lips for him as he took this opportunity to deepen the kiss that became even more consuming.
The wind that was already swirling around them grew stronger. Making papers scatter around and the lights swaying overhead.
Yet, as soon as his thumb stroked her jaw tenderly, the wind stopped. Once again, he was able to calm her without even doing much.
When he finally pulled away, they were both breathing hard. Both of their lips were swollen and tingling but they couldn't hold back the smile stretching their lips as they stared at each other.
Bombsight rested his forehead against hers, their eyes closing for a moment.
âWell⊠I guess we crossed a new line,â he said, a breathless laugh escaping his lips. She couldn't even her own shaky laugh that escaped her in return.
This new feeling was overwhelming but before she could truly overthink it, she leaned in and kissed him this time.
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That night, after they left the set, she followed him back to his apartment. They had some quiet agreement that both didn't want to be alone tonight, and their first kiss didn't help that.
Once inside, she lingered near the doorway while he tossed his keys onto the counter.
She took in the inside of his apartment. Just like hers, it was provided by Vought so their layout was the same. But his apartment was a little messier, with records stacked near a record player and an empty coffee mug near his leather couch.
There were also posters of his last two movies hanging on the wall. There were some photos of his time at the army and with his parents but his voice took her out of her thoughts.
âCoffee ?â He offered her with a smile.
âAt midnight ?â She replied in an amused tone as she followed him into the small kitchen, leaning against the counter.
âI could offer you something else,â he finally suggested. His tone and his smirk were enough to depict what he was hinting at.
âAnd what is that ?â She replied playfully, not moving away as he slowly stepped closer, giving her every chance to step away.
Once his hands settled on her waist, his palms warm through her dress, her breath hitched slightly. Those touches were still new but she already craved more of those.
âYou alright?â he asked, his voice low. As if he didn't want anyone to hear them even if they were alone.
She simply nodded before leaning and pressing her lips against his, she wasn't used to initiating but tonight, she didn't care.
The kiss was soft at first but quickly deepened with need. His response was just as hungry as he pulled her closer.
His hand slid to her back, slowly unbuttoning her dress between kisses. Once her dress crumpled to her feet, then his lips moved down to her neck, to her collarbone and to the swell of her breast while he unfastened her bra.
When she reached for his shirt, she could feel her fingers trembling. As soon as he noticed this, he helped her by guiding her hands over his chest to let her explore at her own pace.
âCome on,â he murmured against her skin before guiding her to his bedroom.
She had no time to take in the new space as he laid her down on the bed, settling between her parted thighs. His hands and mouth stayed gentle but he mapped every inch of her skin as he kissed his way down her body.
When his mouth wrapped around her left nipple, a soft whimper escaped her parted lips at the sensation. Moans followed when he kept his attention on her breasts until her nipples hardened.
Then his fingers made their way between her legs as he pulled her panties to the side. When his index made contact with her slick heat, her hips bucked instinctively at the touch while she gasped.
âTell me if anything feels too much,â he murmured against her skin, looking up to meet her gaze with his own.
âI promise,â she simply whispered as a reassurance, it was quickly followed by a shaky moan when he inserted his fingers inside her.
It was obvious that he was experienced with the way he kept rubbing a spot inside her that she never reached before by herself but that felt way too good.
She could already feel herself getting close and by judging the smirk on his face, he could feel it too.
âCome on⊠let go,â he murmured against her skin before nipping it.
She had no idea why her body complied so easily but attributed it to her feelings for him and the way he seemed to clearly know what he was doing.
A moan escaped her lips as she climaxed for the first time that night. Unable to keep her eyes open as she did so, she closed them as she allowed the pleasure to wash over her.
He helped her ride it over by continuing his ministrations until he could feel her orgasm dying down, until she stopped milking his fingers.
Then, he removed his fingers from inside her, crawling up to press his lips against hers.
Her hands fumbled to push off his pants and boxers together.
âWe can stop anytime,â he murmured against her lips but she only shook her head at his words. âYou say the word.â
She pulled him closer instead. âI want this, Robbie. I want you.â
Hearing her words, he positioned himself at her entrance before slowly easing into her. The sharp sting of it made her breath hitch while her nails dug into his back.
That feeling made him still inside her almost immediately. Once again, he kissed her while murmuring words of encouragement against her lips.
âYou're doing so good,â he kept repeating until the discomfort eased into a pleasurable ache. âSo perfect.â
He began to move only once she relaxed with a slow and deep rhythm. The pleasure built once again gradually with every thrust and every rub of his thumb against her clit.
The entire time, the rhythm stayed unhurried. Eventually, she wrapped her legs around him to pull him deeper as the pleasure got slowly more and more overwhelming.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, even if it was only minutes, her second climax washed over her, still sensitive from her previous one. It triggered his own as hips stilled against hers, his cum painting her insides.
She couldn't find it in herself to care about the possible consequences with the way he groaned her name before kissing her.
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Afterward, they laid tangled together under his bedsheets. Their damp skin slowly cooling down while they were catching their breaths.
Robbie couldn't stop touching her, his palm massaging her back like he needed it to reassure himself that she was still there with him. That she was still breathing.
For the first time since she earned her powers, they were completely still. It felt nice for a change.
After a long silence he pressed a kiss against her hair and whispered : âI love you, y'know.â
It seemed that he was surprised by his own words when she looked up and saw his slightly widened eyes and his pink cheeks.
Still, Chiara's heartbeat fastened as she couldn't help but feel slightly dizzy.
âI love you too,â she murmured before pressing her lips against his in a soft kiss that he returned.
For once, they both felt at peace as if nothing could happen to them. As if a small blue vial wasn't hidden in his jacket if something ever went wrong with her.
I walk the line
pt 2 of dream a little dream of me
summary : after the first commercial, everything starts to change between chiara and bombsight as they learn more and more about each other
pairing : fem! self ship x bombsight (robbie)
warnings : 50s misogyny, objectification of women, toxic family and soldier boy is a warning in himself
The next commercials were slowly becoming easier to film. They served as the perfect practice for her even if she still stumbled over her marks and forgot some lines from time to time.
But Vought seemed pleased by her. They were putting so much importance on performances and were slick enough to put a good pr on a few mistakes, even the bigger ones.
To her, only bombsight seemed genuine, if she based her thoughts on him on their first encounter during that commercial. .
Maybe it was because she didn't meet the other supes yet but deep down, she knew that it wasn't the sole reason.
The words he spoke to her, the way he was truly seeing her impacted her more than she would have thought. She blamed it on the fact that he was the first person who saw her for who she really was.
Not a product. Not a failure. Not a bad daughter.
After this day, she couldn't help but notice him constantly. She was always on the lookout for him, always searching for his leather jacket whenever she was walking around the Vought's headquarters.
She didn't dare to put a name on what she was feeling yet because in all honesty, she didn't even know what those feelings truly were.
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The current commercial set looked like a suburban street once again. At this rate, she was starting to doubt that Vought owned different sets.
She was assigned to work with Bombsight once again. The mere thought made her stomach twist, especially since they were now playing husband and wife.
âPlaces !â The director's voice shook her out of her thoughts, taking her right back to where she was, in the front yard of their fake family house.Â
She was making float a few glasses of lemonade that she was bringing to Bombsight as he was standing near a fake telephone pole that he was supposed to repair.
âMiss your mark one time and we will restart the whole sequence, Windfall.â
Just those words were enough to both annoy Chiara and make her nervous. No matter how much she was getting used to filming, she still wanted to please Vought, to please the director.
Her annoyance did flicker through a little when the overhead lights flickered. Not enough to truly worry the crew members but enough to be noticed by Bombsight.
His gaze flickered directly toward her, studying her to make sure everything was alright (and that a storm wasn't going to destroy the entire set).
The annoyed gaze from the director didn't waver and before he could bark another reproach to her, he was interrupted.
âBark at her again and I'm pretty sure you're going to lose a few cameras this time,â Bombsight drawled. The director was annoying him already and the filming only started.
Right behind him, stood Chiara who stared around in embarrassment. Unsure how to feel in the middle of this situation.
âIt's alright,â she quickly said, her gaze darting between Bombsight and the director. âI can do it.â
âYeah, I know,â the other supe replied to her, his words catching her off guard.
âJust breathe before they blow a gasket,â he murmured to her playfully, leaning in slightly so they wouldn't overhear him.
A small giggle escaped her lips at his words, her hands moving to cover her mouth and muffle the sound.
It was his time to be confused by his own feelings brought by her laughter.
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Rest wasn't an option after filming, both were brought by Vought to a military fundraising gala downtown aka her very first official social event.
She remembered how gala events always looked magical in the films she watched as a little girl. The women were wearing elegant gowns while orchestras played on stage. She imagined movie stars descending staircases while receiving praises and looks of awe.
But reality was different when both her and Bombsight were forced to keep their costumes. After all, their costumes were what they embodied and without it, they would be nothing. Well, according to Vought.
In her opinion, Bombsight had it easy. His costume was identical to the ones worn by the combat pilots in the U.S. Armed Forces. It was meant to show in which faction he belonged to during the war, before becoming a supe.
Her costume was worse, way worse. The pale blue bodice hugged her waist so tightly that breathing became a challenge, and the sweetheart neckline of her costume dipped way too low in her opinion. She had to resist the constant urge of tugging it higher. The skirt stopped short and she had to keep tugging on it to feel, at least, a little comfortable. In her opinion, she was wearing something that came out of a pinup calendar. She didnât feel like a supe at all.
The golden clouds embroidered on the cape were shimmering beneath the ballroom lights. It was beautiful but also completely humiliating.
This entire outfit made her feel displayed like some sort of toy and the men at the gala clearly agreed. She could feel the way their stares lingered, the way military officers lingered too long when she passed and the way older politicians were openly glancing down her body mid-conversation with a smile that made her skin crawl.Â
One senator even placed his hand right on the spot where the skin of her back was bared while complimenting her âfigure.â At this moment, she could feel her powers crawling under her skin, ready to summon a gust of wind directly into his face. Yet, she bit her cheek until she tasted blood to hold herself back.Â
By the time they passed both the photographers and the journalists, her nerves felt frayed raw. The blinding flashbulbs that kept exploding didnât help at all while she could only smile at everyone.Â
She barely remembered the questions asked and the answers she replied. To be honest, she didnât really care because every word she spoke tonight sounded artificial. It didn't feel like herself at all.Â
Eventually, a few hours later, she managed to escape towards the refreshments table when the Vought handler that had been by her side the whole night ended up caught in a discussion with a businessman. She received no answers when she told him that she was going to get some champagne.Â
Once there, she exhaled shakily while leaning against the wall, trying to fight off the knot that was forming inside her throat the whole night.
âThat bad?â Bombsightâs voice startled her as he now stood beside her, appearing out of nowhere and holding two champagne glasses. She was so focused on calming herself down that she hadnât even seen him approach.Â
âIâm alright,â she replied automatically. She knew that it was an obvious lie and he definitely knew about it when his gaze lingered on her for a second before drifting across the ballroom and toward the men still staring at her. At this, annoyance flickered briefly across his face.Â
âSure you are,â he muttered. His tone made her glance at him properly. He didn't sound teasing, he sounded annoyed and protective. As if he was ready to throw a businessman through a wall if the older man opened his mouth.
Instead, he handed her one of the champagne glasses that he intentionally grabbed for her.Â
âThank you,â she said softly.
He shrugged casually, but his eyes flickered towards the way her fingers were once again tugging down the edge of her skirt. Something she did constantly tonight. At this thought, his jaw tightened.
âThey got you dressed like a goddamn calendar girl,â he said flatly.
âI didnât choose it.â she replied while heat rushed into her cheeks in embarrassment.Â
âI know.â
Something about his answer made her chest ache. He said it without hesitation and without blame. It was almost like he was angry on her behalf but she had a hard time believing that. After all, they barely knew each other, there was no way he would get protective and attached to a rookie like her who kept messing everything up.
Before she could respond, Bombsight glanced once more toward a group of military officials openly staring nearby. His expression darkened at that.
Then, with visible annoyance, he shrugged off his brown leather flight jacket where his name was embroidered on the back. It made her blink in clear confusion, trying to understand what he was doing.
âWhat are you doing?â
âPut it on.â
âWhat?â
âUnless you enjoy half this ballroom starinâ at you like starving dogs.â
She couldnât even process his words or how her breath hitched at because he was already draping it around her shoulders, preventing her from trying to protest.
The jacket swallowed her almost entirely. It smelt like heavy leather, smoke and cologne. It smelled like him and in a way, it was comforting.Â
âThere,â he muttered as he adjusted the collar once before stepping back. âThatâs better.â
Something fluttered violently inside her chest but she was unable to focus on it while she was drowning in his scent and under his understanding gaze.
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The next morning, as she returned to her brand new apartment offered by Vought, she found flowers waiting outside her door. Her brows furrowed as she crouched to search for a note tucked between the roses.Â
One she found it, in a familiar handwriting, she could read :Â
âWe saw your billboard in Times Square. Weâre proud of you. Call us.
Love, Mama & Papaâ
She stared blankly at the note for a few seconds. She remembered her sixteenth birthday when her father told her that actresses always ended up lonely or disgraced when she dared to express her dream.
Or when her mother laughed after she got rejected from a theater production while telling her to âgrow upâ already. That she was still a foolish kid.Â
But ever since Vought checks arrived every month and that her face was printed on magazines and posters. They suddenly became proud and loving parents.Â
The flowers ended up in the trash as soon as she stepped inside her apartment.Â
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Her career was growing as organically as possible when she was literally Voughtâs new products because a few months later, she was invited to the premiere of privateâs angel new movie.Â
The photographers delayed her entrance from the theater by nearly forty minutes, drowning her in constant flashes. Surprisingly, she was allowed to wear a blue and gold satin dress for this event. But she didnât think too much of it, at least she received less hungry stares.
By the time she entered the theater, almost every seat was occupied. Well, except the one beside Bombsight.Â
He was sprawled comfortably in his chair; way too casual for someone who was wearing a tailored navy suit worth more than the apartment she grew up in and that appeared on almost every ad sponsored by Vought.
She stopped beside him, sending him a confused look. âYou saved me a seat?â
âNah,â he replied immediately as if it wasnât an obvious lie. âNobody else wanted it.â
She scoffed in amusement as she sat down beside him, not noticing the way he looked at her or the way that the producer sitting in the row behind them looked deeply offended, as if Bombsight just cursed his entire bloodline.
Halfway through the film, Chiara ended up leaning slightly toward him. âYou threatened somebody for this seat, didnât you?â she murmured, not wanting to disturb the audience that was clearly focused on the movie playing.Â
âI threatened lots of people today,â he murmured back.
A small laugh escaped her lips before she could prevent it. She didnât care about the people hushing around her, she only cared about the way the sound made him glance sideways at her.Â
And for some reason, they exchanged sideways glances and amused smiles the entire night as they completely forgot about the movie in front of them.
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Eventually, staying late together on set became their new normal. They told themselves that it wasnât intentional, that it just kept happening but they both knew the truth.Â
Around them, the crew would dismantle sets while they lingered nearby, sharing their thoughts about almost everything that crossed their minds. Those moments felt real, and it was necessary to stay sane when you end up working for Vought.Â
One night, they remained on set long after filming wrapped, the crew not having enough power to fire two of Voughtâs coveted heroes from their workplace. And it was not like they were destroying the set, they were just talking.Â
Half of the artificial suburban street had already been dismantled but this now usual scenery held some kind of comfort for her because she knew that she would always share this type of commercial with Bombsight.
Chiara sat cross-legged on the stairs of the porch of a pale yellow wooden house while he was leaned against the railing of the stairs, on her left, smoking lazily as the smoke curled upwards.Â
âYou ever think about quittinâ?â he asked suddenly. The sudden question surprised her, she didnât think he would even breach that subject with her during their talks.
âActing?â she asked to make sure that she did understand his question.Â
âThis whole place.â
Her gaze ended up drifting across the dismantled set around them. He was talking about Vought and the fake happiness, the fake America they were selling to every citizen. Then, slowly, she shook her head.
âI canât. Because if I fail now, they were right about me. About how Iâm made for failureâ
Bombsight frowned slightly. âWho?â
âMy parents.â
The words tasted bitter on her tongue. It was normal, she guessed, after all she knew that parents were supposed to be encouraging and loving but she ended up having no luck in that department.
âMy father used to leave newspapers open whenever actresses got divorced,â she admitted quietly. âHe was telling me that it is what happens to women who chase attention with their silly dreams.â
Bombsight stayed silent, it seemed like he understood that it was something that deeply affected her§
âMy mother said acting was embarrassing after a certain age,â she continued with a slight tremble in her voice. âSaid eventually Iâd stop marry somebody sensible to start a family, that it was what I should do.â
A breeze shifted unconsciously around her, her hurt at those memories manifesting once again due to her powers.
âBut now I get money from Vought and now I am suddenly their little star. Suddenly they always believed in me.â
For a long moment, he said nothing as he tried to process everything and not hurt her feelings more by speaking carelessly. Then he finally muttered: âThatâs a hell of a thing to do to your kid.â
Something tightened in her chest at his words, after all, it was the first time someone acknowledged what she went through and didnât diminish it.Â
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It seemed that a few nights later, it was her turn to learn something new about Bombsight, or Robbie like he asked her to call him.Â
That night, she forgot her gloves inside the soundstage after filming and only returned when everyone was supposed to already be home. At first glance, the studio seemed empty but movement near the lodges caught her attention.
She knew that she should just leave with her gloves and leave some intimacy to that person but something inside her told her that it was not the right choice to do.Â
So, she tried to walk as sneakily as possible and stopped near Robbieâs opened lodge. He sat alone beneath the soft lights of the lodge, exhaustion clearly visible from her spot. It seemed like he didnât even notice her.
She watched him tilt two small white pills into his palm before swallowing them dry with cold coffee.her nose scrunched instinctively at the thought of the cold coffee taste but the sight clearly made her worry.
It looked like he did this before, and many times at that.Â
When he realized that she was there a few seconds later, he stiffened but he hid it with his usual smirk. Slowly, she learned to read behind that smirk but tonight, she felt a little clueless.Â
âDonât look at me like that,â he said lightly as if she didnât walk on him seemingly taking drugs.
Chiara hesitated near the doorway. She was unsure how to proceed, after all she never dealt with drugs directly. âLike what?â
âLike Iâm dying.â He leaned back in the chair lazily. âDocs give half the team these things. Keeps us awake.â
The casualness of it was unsettling. She could see how tired he truly was yet he was acting like it was all fine and she had no idea how to help him without losing the only person that truly seemed to see her.Â
âYou should sleep instead,â she said quietly.
That earned a soft laugh from him. He didnât seem offended, instead, it looked like he simply accepted his fate.Â
âSweetheart,â he murmured, âyou think Vought lets people like us sleep?â
For once, the petname didnât make her heart flutter but twist her hearts in concern. His words lingering with her even when she laid in bed hours later.
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Today was the day. She was officially meeting another member from Bombsightâs team. And it wasnât anyone, it was Soldier Boy aka the leader and Voughtâs golden child.Â
She remembered how much her friends gushed about him whenever he appeared in the newspapers, in movies and even in his advertisements. Of course, she found him attractive, she had eyes after all. But weirdly, she never felt compelled to crush on the man.
Maybe it was because he was too unattainable or that her brain didnât have enough space to think about men when she had too many things to worry about at that time.
But now that she was about to face him, she felt nervous, just like when she was about to meet Bombsight for the first time on her first commercial.
She observed the new supe when he entered the room like it belonged to him, as if everything here revolved around him. Which it kinda did. Everyone straightened whenever he walked past them, even the members of his own team.Â
But Bombsight was the only one who looked more irritated than anything.Â
In front of him, she could understand why her friends gushed so much about him. He was handsome but he was also charismatic. She couldnât deny that. And he was aware of his own appeal;Â
âWell, hell,â Soldier Boy drawled after spotting her standing a little awkwardly near the conference table. âSo this is the new sweetheart everybody keeps talkinâ about.â
She straightened instinctively when he approached. Up close, he was intimidating and clearly scary to her. She didnât even dare to frown in his direction.Â
He took her hand before she could react and pressed a theatrical kiss against her knuckles. She cursed herself internally when she blushed, she hated being the center of attention right now, in this room full of supes and Vought executives.
âWindfall, right?â
âYes, sir.â she replied quickly, not wanting to mess up in front of everyone;
âAw,â he grinned. âSheâs polite too.â
Across the room, Bombsight looked unimpressed and a little irritated, if one could tell by the scowl etched onto his face. And unfortunately for him, Soldier boy noticed it, an amused smile curling up his lips at the sight.Â
âYou been takinâ good care of her, Bombsight?â Soldier Boy asked casually while still looking at the woman in front of him.
Robbie crossed his arms, holding himself back from doing anything rash when he saw the way the other man interacted with Windfall, how he talked about her. âShe ainât a dog.â
âTouchy.â
It was obvious to everyone that the tension between them wasnât anything new. It had been there for years but her presence seemed to fuel it.Â
Soldier Boy finally released her hand but stayed standing slightly too close for both her liking and for Bombsightâs too.Â
âYou know,â he said lightly, âyouâre prettier than your posters.â
Before she could even react to the flirty words, Robbie reacted instantly from across the room. âJesus Christ.â
âWhat?â Soldier Boy asked innocently. âIâm beinâ friendly.â
âYouâre beinâ a pain in my ass.â
At this, the other supe barked out a laugh. Yet, she could only focus on the man across the room as it dawned on her that he was jealous.
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One evening, after another gala, she slipped away onto a balcony for air. She got used to it after her first one, months ago.
She felt more at ease, more comfortable in her own skin.
New York was beautiful from up here but the sight wasn't the reason why she escaped.
The reason why was already there, leaning against the railing with an unfinished cigarette between his fingers.
The wind was tugging at his blond strands that were usually brushed to perfection.
He looked tired tonight and his smirk wasn't good enough to hide it.
She moved beside him, leaning too against the railing and for a moment both stayed silent.
Then she looked at him, taking in his profile.
âYou know,â she said softly, âI never liked Soldier Boy that much.â
That earned a snort from him as if he didn't believe her.
âThat makes one of us.â
âNo,â she corrected quietly. âI mean I never understood why everyone is gushing on him like he is the only supe, as if he doesn't have teammates.â
Silence settled once again between them but it wasn't an awkward one. It didn't need to be filled.
Bombsight slowly turned toward her and for the first time since she met him, since she got to know him, a vulnerable look crossed his face.
This time he knew that she was also truly seeing him too, just like he was seeing her since the beginning.
Then, he moved his hand so it could rest on her and somehow, that felt right.