˖ ݁♬ every john walker fic i write keeps getting more freaked out that the last. Kinda a pt 2 to the last fic but idgaf
⋆˚ team assisstant! reader, freakier tension than the last fic, age gap, smoking, drinking
"This is nice, no?"
Yelena says laying in a donut shaped floatie, a drink in her hand as she floats around the pool. "Its ten pm, why are you still wearing sunglasses?" Ava points out, sitting on the edge, her feet dipped into the water. "Don't kill my vibe." Yelena responds, putting her hand up. After a day full of mind numbing work at the tower, the three of you decided to go for a little night swim to relax for a while. You chuckle softly, sitting on the steps in the water, your hair wet from previously chasing Yelena around the water to get the floaty. "You like the new swimsuit?" Yelena asks, turning back to you. A couple days before, she and Ava had made you look for some online and trying to convince you to get a little something for yourself. Looking down at the cute piece you were wearing you smile, "you guys were right, it is cute" you say, taking a sip from your own drink.
After a couple more minutes of yapping, Yelena and Ava decided to turn in, having to wake up early for some meeting. "You sure you don't need any help?" Ava asks you, drying off her legs as you lean against the ledge of the pool. "Yeah don't worry guys, Ill clean up. I wanna do a couple laps too before I turn in." "Alright then, suit yourself." Yelena says, picking up her things before she and ava start walking out. "See you tomorrow" Ava yells, watching as you waved back.
You finally get the floaty all to yourself now. You think of going to relax in it for a bit, taking a sip of your drink before realizing you promptly finished it. So before getting into the donut, you decided to get another drink. Getting out of the pool, walking up to the rooftop bar, you open the cabinets under to see what other liquor they had. After settling on some vodka, pouring a generous amount into your glass before seeing checking what mixers you could put with it.
Once you had concocted your drink, you went back to the pool, floating in the donut to your hearts content. This routine continued as it got later into the night, getting a drink, floating around, and swimming in the pool till you just decided to grab the whole bottle of vodka. If anyone questioned it, they would probably blame Alexi anyways.
But as you crouched back down to the cabinet to grab the bottle once again, you heard the doors of the entrance open and close. You froze, peeking out from the corner to see who else would be up at this hour.
Walking up to the edge of the pool, in some shorts and a ratty t-shirt is John, who's a little confused as to why the float was still in the pool but he didn't mind it much. He sat down, letting his legs dip into the water as he pulls something out of his pocket. Though you are relatively tipsy, you notice its a lighter and a box of cigarettes. He takes on out, putting it to his lips, and as he brings the lighter up to light it John hears a small clink and scurry behind him.
He turns around to see you scrambling around, picking up the bottle of vodka which you had accidentally knocked to the ground. He puts the cigarette and lighter down, standing up to see you across from him, still dripping wet from the pool. "Hi…" you say quietly, trying to figure out how to move foreword. You look down to the bottle in your hand, lifting it up to try and offer it to him.
John smiles, he thinks you look to cute like this, a little embarrassed and your cheeks a little rosy from the alcohol . "Come here" he says, a small smile on his face. He takes the bottle from your hand, sitting back down on the ledge, twisting open the cap and taking a swig. He watches you as you sit right next to him, sliding back down into the water, turning around to look right up at him. Handing you back the vodka bottle, John watched you take a swig of it too, not taking his eyes off of you at he tried to light his cigarette once more.
As he exhales the smoke, you put down the bottle and get a good look at him. "How often do you do this?" you ask, you never knew he was a smoker. "Come up here a couple times a week" he says, inhaling another puff. "tried to quit when I became Captain America, but that didn't really work out" he jokes, tapping some of the ash off beside him. "You smoke?"
You blank for a second, still a little tipsy. "No never…" you say softly, looking up at him. He takes a moment to think before turning back to you, moving the hand holding the cigarette closer to you, raising his eyebrow to signal an offer for you to take a hit. Looking down at the cigarette, and taking in the scent of the tobacco, you think 'why not.'
Bringing your gaze back up to him, your lips slightly parted, John places the cigarette between your lips. "Inhale." he says. You follow, placing your hand onto his knee. He watches as you try to take the smoke properly with a little chuckle. "Exhale." Following suit, you let go of the smoke, blowing it out without breaking eye contact with John. "Was it good?" he asks a little too soon, because as soon as he asks, he sees you cough lightly.
He chuckles to himself as you cough, "oh poor girl" he says, a small grin on his face. "M'sorry"
"Its okay" you say, hand still on his leg. John continued to smile to himself as he grabs the bottle of vodka again, taking another swig. "What are you doing here, swimming up here by yourself?" He asked, his hand making its way to your forehead, pushing some of your hair away from your face.
"Well" you start, leaning foreword onto the ledge of the pool, crossing your arms to lay your head down. "Came out for a swim with the other girls earlier, but they decided to turn in earlier and i wanted to just stay out here a little more." John hums, nodding as he listens to you. He loves the way you look right now, that cute swimsuit, the curve of your back, the beads of water on your skin.
With the alcohol in your system, you couldn't help but giggle a little bit at the way he was looking down at you. There was some sort of look in his eyes that you loved. "And you decided to drink out here all by yourself?" he asks, taking another puff of his cigarette. "Mhm" you nod, leaning back up to move a little in the water. "wanna swim with me?" you ask, looking up at him again with a small mischievous look on your face. John smiles, sighing as he put out the butt of his cigarette. "Should I?" he teases.
You swim a little bit away from him when he asks, keeping eye contact.
"Try and catch me?"
Another small chuckle comes from John as he runs his fingers through his hair before he suddenly jumps into the pool, swimming after you. You squeal as he chases you, feeling his hand occasionally graze your skin as he catches up. You reach the other edge of the pool, setting yourself on the steps as he reaches for you. Backing yourself up on the tiles, you scream again as he grabs your calf while rising up from the water and climbing over you. He's soaking wet, the pool water dripping from his hair and his skin onto you, the drenched fabric of his shirt resting softly over your stomach.
"caught ya'" he says, panting. He's so close, closer than you've ever been. You never ignored those subtle glances and touches he would send your way in the tower, you loved the way he was quietly obsessed with you in his own way. You could always see right through it.
Looking down at you, John takes a moment, debating whether or not to do something. Whether or not to change the two of you forever. You quickly feel the feeling of his lips on yours, his hands pulling your head in closer to him.
Opening yourself up to him, you place your hands on him too. In his hair, on his back, your clutch trying to keep him as close as you could. As he kisses you, he gently slips his tongue against yours. His hand continues to move lower, caressing the curve of your waist. The feeling of him all over you drives you crazy, making you try to pull him closer to you. "Fuck…" he mumbles in between kisses, both of you feeling the way he was pressed against you.
John chuckles as he feels you trail kisses down his cheek, onto his neck, whining for him. He quickly grabs you chin, looking right at you. "You've been drinking baby." he says, a small grin on his face as you pout at him. "You can have me another night I promise." As he gets up, you can see all the water on him drip down.
"If you can wait this long, you can wait a little longer." He teases as he helps you up. Leading you out of the pool, he finds your towel before helping you dry down. He kneels down infront of you, patting the towel down your legs. Once hes finished, he takes a moment to look up at you like this, relishing every second.
˖ ݁♬ Too nervous to write smut so im left with writing awkward situations with crazy sexual tension.
⋆˚ Reader is like an assistant kinda person for the team??, Some sort of tension???, age gap, evil nyc men mentioned
"He was just kinda… weird. I dunno…"
Yelena nods a little, listening you ramble about the guy you've been seeing for the past couple of weeks. He was nice, tall, a cutie, but it just didn't feel right. She asked you about the last date you went on with him and you told her the story of how the two of you went to a small Chinese restaurant, small family owned place with a kid doing his homework in the corner type. You told her the conversation was good… more like ok. The stories he told you were interesting, but you could tell some of the details were being pulled out of his ass.
"What do you mean by that?" Yelena asks, leaning back on the couch, scrolling through some document she had to approve on her little ipad. "Like…" You took a moment to think, placing the clipboard you had down on your lap for a second, "he kept mentioning things about my appearance, like he told me that I should grow out my hair, and get my lashes done, AND try a certain lip color." You said, thinking back to the night. "And it wasn't even in like a 'I think this would suit you' way, more like 'I want you to look like this' kinda way."
"I told you, New York boys that look like that are little freaks" says Yelena, shaking her head side to side. You sigh, leaning your head back onto the couch, "I thought he was so cool, but apparently he's just a loser… and not even one of those cool losers."
As the two of you complain on the couch, doing some work, John was in the kitchen listening to you the entire time. He just came in to make some little smoothie for his workout, and ended up hearing you guys. He's overheard you, Yelena, and Ava talk about this guy for the past couple of weeks, how he's treated you over the couple dates you've had. Sure John was a little prick, but he wasn't this immature.
He tried not to make a big deal out of it, but John always liked it when you were around. When you'd sit in the corner of team meetings to take notes, waiting for them on the pad whenever they arrived back from a mission, or giving the team their water bottles during training, he couldn't keep his attention off of you. Though, he didn't talk to you much, sure some small conversation, or some requests for work, but never truly personal. Most of the things he's heard of you have come from things Yelena and Ava had said in passing, but whenever he did hear those little things, he relished it every single time. There was just something about you, something that enamored him so much.
'could treat you so much better than this jackass.' He thought to himself, putting the lid on his smoothie. John could say something to you right now, say that you should stop going out with him and look for a man somewhere else, somewhere a little closer, but not today. Today he'll just go about his day, continuing to keep this to himself.
In the training room, John continued to beat the punching bag, his throw a little rougher than usual. The thought of this random guy just pissed him off to a certain degree. But you wouldn't really want him, he thinks. John's older than you, divorced, a dick to his teammates, and don't even get him started on his past. He wasn't the type of guy girls like you want.
Maybe he was thinking too hard because suddenly out of nowhere he hears the doors of the training room open, and sees you. It's like something knew. "Hey Walker" you say, making your way towards him. John throws one more punch before taking a break, turning towards you, looking down at the wrapping on his hands for a second. "Hey" he responds, huffing as he catches his breath, sweat dripping down his skin. "I'm just making my rounds, seeing if you guys need anything. You want some water or something of the sorts?" He takes a moment to look at you, the way your hair is done, how your clothes fit you, the way your hands rest. "um.." He quickly snaps out of it though, not wanting to seem creepy.
"I think my water is almost empty, and a Gatorade sounds nice too…" he says, wiping some of the sweat from his forehead. "Okay," you say, walking over to get his water bottle, "Ill be back in a bit!"
He watches as you walk out of those doors, taking a second to think about you before going back to the punching bag. John loved the way you looked at him, he could tell you wanted to know more about him, try and get a little closer, but he didn't know if that was the best thing for you. You really shouldn't be concerning yourself over him.
When you came back he was wiping himself down with a towel, finished with that portion of his workout. You said hi to him again before handing him his water bottle, "thanks" he said softly. For a moment he felt the tips of his fingers graze your skin, his stomach fluttering a little as he realized. It wasn't much but it did a lot for him. He drank his water before closing the lid and putting it down onto the bench, John looked back at you who looked like you were waiting for something.
Just looking at you, John thought fuck it. A little advice wouldn't hurt. The other already have their own opinions of him.
"I think you should stop going out with that guy" he said softly. "What?" you said, confused but you didn't show any sign of running off. "Sorry.." he said, grabbing the other bottle of Gatorade you brought him, "I just overheard you and Yelena talking earlier when i was in the kitchen" "oh." "not to like tell you what to do, but if you're uncomfortable then maybe stop it before it gets too weird."
You take a moment to think, maybe he was right, it could get worse and you'd be subjected to this guy for who knows how long. Looking back up at John, you give him a little nod, "yeah… maybe you're right. Thanks Walker."
"Call me John." He says, patting his hand on your shoulder before walking back to the gym. The feeling of his hand on you sent something down your spine. It felt kinda nice. His size next to you made you realize how much of him you never really recognized. You wonder how big his hands would be next to yours, or even other parts of you. How would the callouses feel against your skin? How do the freckles on his skin look like up-close?
Sure, you've had the thought that he was good looking, handsome in a classic American kinda way, but never really thought of the details. As he walked away you could see the way the muscles on his back moved with him, and you tilted your head a little as you watched. You were a little enamored with him.
As John went back to his routine, he tried to act like he didn't notice, but he could tell you were thinking about the interaction you just had with him and that you were watching him as casually as you could. He knew it was a little wrong, but he loved the feeling of your attention. Before he started a new set on the machine he looked back at you, who was still staring at him. "I'll see you later yeah?" he says, a small smile on his face. You quickly snap yourself out of whatever was going on before scrambling to get your stuff. "Yeah!" you say, starting to make your way out of the training room.
"See you later… John." It felt a little weird to say his name that way for the first time, but you could see that he liked it. You could tell you were getting a little flustered, and proceeded to get out of there before either of you could tell what as going on.
A couple days later, you were going around the tower again, holding a small box of cookies while you searched for literally anyone. Lucky for you, as you turned around the corner, somewhere down a hallway near Johns room, you bumped into him. Looking up at him again, that feeling came back to you. "whoops- sorry" he said, giving a little chuckle. You never really gave much of a thought towards facial hair but for some reason you really noticed it on him. The short stubble of his beard growing out.
Wonder what it would feel like against your palm…
"Its okay" you reply, laughing a little too nervously. "uhm-" taking a second, you remember what you were doing. "I helped Bob bake some cookies, and I was trying to see if any of you guys wanted to try it?" you said, lifting the container up a bit. You look at him in the eye, and suddenly you notice how blue they actually were, and how nice his lashes were too. "Sure" he says, a small smile on his face, only breaking eye contact when he looks down to get the treat.
Taking a bite, he nods in approval. "Its good" he says, still chewing. He looks at you again at he eats the cookie, continuing to hum and nod. Enamored, you just watch him, enjoying the smile om his face. You could feel that some sort of intimacy was building, and you were letting it happen.
"oh- you have a little something" you try and make a gesture on your face to mimic where the crumbs on his face were, but when he tried to wipe his cheek he didn't get it. "Its more like a little-" and suddenly, your hand was reaching up to his chin, thumb grazing against his scruff and getting the crumbs off as you feel the texture of his beard on your skin. When you put your hand down, he smiles again, still looking at you. "Thanks." he says, a little under his breath. For a moment you realize just how close you were, it didn't take much for you to hear him.
"I gotta go find the others" you say softly, looking back down at the cookies. "Okay then" he says before quickly grabbing another one from the container, "see you later."
You take a breath in as he walks away, catching a little bit of his scent. You quickly turn your head back to watch as he walks away, a little exhilarated by what just happened. John could feel you looking at him again, the smile on his face still there. That kid you were worrying about could never get you the way you are now. He was sure of it.
˖ ݁♬ this is the first time ive posted a fic in years, but im desperate for john walker content so i had to take matters into my own hands. GUYS PLS LOCK IN I NEED HIM SO BAD.
.⋆ suggestive themes, age gap?? (if you believe/based on vibes/not explicitly stated) (guys how do you decide tags)
"So how was work today?"
You say, laying next to him on your couch as John reads some war book, laying on your stomach while kicking your legs back and forth. Looking up at him, he takes a look at you and a little smile grows on his face. He sighs a little, closing the book with his finger in between the pages. Turning to you, resting his arm on the back of the couch, he takes a short moment to think. "It was okay…" he says, "no missions or patrol, just strategy and reports." You smile back at him, you love to hear him talk. "Yeah? What are you guys planning?" John chuckles to himself, you always as him this question, but you're a civilian. "Sorry love, you know I cant tell you. That's classified." He smirks putting a finger over his lips.
You shrug, sitting up "worth a shot." He smiles as you approach him, putting his hand behind your back as you crawl over to him to lean up to his side. He hums, just looking up at you in the warm light of the lamp, a small mischievous look on your face. "What do you want huh?" he teases, giving you a little pinch as you both giggle. "nothin'" You say, leaning down towards him a little. "Just wanna hear more stuff about your work" Suddenly, John swerves you towards him to sit on his lap, firmly placing his hands on your thighs and rubbing the skin back and forth.
"Well I can't tell you much sweetheart." He says playfully, looking up at you. You take in the way he's looking at you for a second, his blue eyes and the slight scruff of his beard. "Then what can you tell me?" you ask, cupping you hand on the side of his neck, caressing and feeling his coarse hair. "Mister… big shot superhero"
"Hmmm…" he takes a moment to think, his eyes looking up and to the side. "I made a really good strat for a mission we might be going on." He says, loving the feeling of your hands on him. "I was the best person for the job y'know, military experience and what not" He brags.
"Yeah?" you tease. "Yeah" He replies, "I'm the best at what I do."
Whatever you say John. You smile, your other hand cupping the other side of his head before leaning in. "Of course you are" you say before putting your lips on his. Kissing you back, opening his mouth for you, he moves his hands up you hips to pull you closer. You can feel his fingers lightly dipping into the waistbelt of your pants, dragging over the skin of your lower back. "My-" He kisses you again, "super cool-" his hand makes its way up to the back of your head, pulling you in again, "super sexy-" You pull back just a little bit, your hands on his chest. "Supersoldier." He smiles up at you once more, pulling you in again.
He's been over at your place so much lately. Showing up in the late hours of the night, and leaving you early in the morning to go back to work. You met him In the park of all places. He sat next to you, sunglasses and baseball cap, asking you if you had a light for one of his secret cigarettes he'd have once and a while. While smoking, conversation started and one thing led to another, suddenly this guy is walking you home after a couple of drinks in the middle of the night after a rather bumpy train ride to your side of the city.
Now John is over at your apartment all the time, without his teammates knowing. Your friends didn't know either, at least everything. They have tried their best to get more out of you, but all they got was the fact that some mans general existence is in your life. Everyone in your life would freak if they found out an Avenger was at your apartment almost every night, and the others in the tower would be surprised someone would even want or even enjoy his company, especially in this kind of position you're in.
"Yeah I am." He says, pulling back from you before throwing you onto your back, kissing you again and placing almost all his bodyweight on top of you. It was still the middle of the night, and you knew he was gonna be gone again early in the morning to go back to saving the world or whatever, but you knew he'll be back. He'll always be back here.
You're his dirty little secret. All of you, just for himself.
people who trash voyager for being inconsistent don’t understand how that’s the appeal.
Harry Kim is legally dead for like two minutes, is immediately resuscitated, and gets three days off from duty and is told to “reflect on the things that have happened to him”.
One season later Tom Paris becomes one with the universe, turns into a salamander, and isn’t even allowed to be late to work without Chakotay telling him to eat shit and die
E y e.... should i start writing--- fanfics here on tumblr.... like... THE SHIT ON HERE HIT D I F F ER E N T EJIEHEIRBI ik no one will prolly reply but still
So like.... that... i started writing on this blog but then i got uncomfrotable with people reading my work so deleted most of it.... im sorry to those who followed me for my work.... uhm bye bye? Ig.
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