MAIN SHIP: james "bucky" barnes + clint barton
MINOR SHIP: t'challa udaku + sam wilson
HCs: #trans!clint, #fwb!samchalla, #superhero!bucky, #postbrainwashed!clint, #wintersoldier!clint, #roleswap
It starts with Raptor's blue eyes of course.
It's always goddamn blue eyes that bring trouble to Bucky's life. Blue eyes, so blue and so goddamn pure looking, are the ones that made him run next to Steve's side in the past and are now the ones that makes him to agree Natasha's pleas.
He saw Raptor's eyes. They're so blue. Just like ocean, like the deepest of the deep hell of ocean. Bucky isn't sure if he liked ocean after he and Steve were found in ice, hidden in coldness middle iof the nowhere, floating in water of the seven seas.
Bucky still hears Natasha's voice in his ear whispering quietly, giving him instructions how to call Raptor and not to anger him. Natasha and Raptor trained together but she softly told him how when they were free, he went numb every time someone tried call him his old name, the name that was never his.
"Call his name, bucky. call him clint. Don't use russian and call him Clint. Say that Natashka sent you."
It took him months. Every video-check was more depressing and even making jokes over Sam weren't making this situation better. How he was supposed feel better than Sam being a Wakanda's King's boytoy while Bucky was searching for a ghost?
And then he saw him. With a dog, in big clothes without visible weapon. Raptor saw him too but didn't run away. He waited for Bucky to join him. Raptor's dog greets him with wagging tail and doggy-like smile.
"I'm not going to go on any murder spree. You can leave me alone".
"What's it name?" asks Bucky.
"Lucky. You're gonna drag me to jail? If you shoot him, I'm gonna go full John Wick and that's a promise." says Clint with dry voice, there is no emotion in his stance nor anything that would show what he thinks, what he feels, what he wants to do. Nothing. No sign of state of his thinking process.
He's hard to read, Bucky has to admit that, but Bucky can read stones like open books and Clint Barton is not a stone even if he really wants to be one.
His stance looks heavy so obviously he's tired but he does not try looking to see if Bucky has a back-up so he doesn't care if he's going go to jail. The way he's holding the leash, Lucky is the only thing that he cares about.
"How tired are you, Clint?" says quietly Bucky. "Aren't you tired of running?"
"What would you do if you were in my shoes then? I can go back to country but I'll be served to sharks for crimes I commited while being out of my mind? I could not control my hands and they were used for cruel, cruel things that I do not agree with. Why I have to bear the consequences and the people who made me do this?"
"We will try to give fair trial. I promise that you won't have to do this alone. And we are not leaving the dog. Natasha is there and she's still fighting for you."
You and the rest of your friends in the Wild Kratts crew were tagging tasmanian devils so you could find a way to stop them from going extinct. Well technically, the bros were doing all the grunt work, you and Aviva were just helping Koki track the animals. You were only half paying attention so you flinched when you got an alert on the computer.
A blonde kid appeared on the screen and introduced himself as Kenny from Tasmania. He explained that he and his friends weren't seeing as many t-devils around as he used to, while a video of the devils eating a dead animal played on the screen.
"Ick, gross! Rotten meat!", Koki gagged as you both turned away from the screen. Kenny laughed, "Yeah they're pretty scrappy!"
"I think it's cool", Jimmy shrugged. "And I think I'm gonna be sick," Koki replied. "Well look at this Kenny, I finished building the tracking system programming. Each of these icons is a tagged t-devil moving around in real-time."
"Very cool Koki!" Aviva said. "Our system will pick up every t-devil that Chris and Martin tag. We'll be able to track them no matter where they go!"
"Ah wow thanks, I'm really glad you guys are here to help! I'd be sad if they disappeared," Kenny stated.
"No worries! That isn't gonna happen our watch," Aviva reassured him. Kenny thanked all you and said to call him if you needed any help.
"I haven't seen you two so grossed out since you watched me down 4 peanut butter cheese burgers topped with brussel sprouts and whipped cream," Jimmy pointed out to you and Koki
"Did you really have to remind me..?" you grimaced as you and Koki walked away.
About half an hour had passed and you were curious to know how the bros were coming along with the t-devil tagging. You decided to call Martin but before you picked up the creature pod, Martin was already calling you. You answered it.
"Y/N help!" Martin screamed. "There's something wrong with Chris's suit!"
You looked behind Martin to see Chris standing there looking totally fine.
"But Chris looks fine to me," you said with confusion laced in your voice.
"Never been better babe," Chris replied with a smirk. He's flirty like that.
"But he was just craving carcass meat!" Martin replied frantically.
"I'm fine bro! Cmon we've got t-devils to tag," your boyfriend said while walking away.
"Maybe you're the one who's malfunctioning Martin," you teased. "But don't worry we're on our way!" you said before hanging up.
You saw Koki pacing around the tortuga while you were getting some water. "Hey uh, aren't you supposed to be keeping an eye on those t-devils?" you asked.
"Well I can't get any work done because rotten meat and carcasses gross me out!" she answered.
"Yeah trust me, I can relate.. but as part of the Wild Kratts crew we're gonna meet all types of animals, both alive and dead. We might as well get on with it so that it doesn't matter as much to us in the future," you advised her.
"Yeah but animals that eat rotten stuff? Yuck!" Koki exclaimed.
"Ey somebody's gotta eat all that maggotty meat. At least it's the t-devils and not us," Jimmy stated. And at that Koki ran out of the room to throw up while Aviva laughed and you facepalmed.
The moment was quickly interrupted by Martin calling the main computer asking for Koki.
"Oops," she said while running to the screen. "I'll be right there Martin! ...Oh no!" Koki shouted.
"What happened?" Aviva questioned.
"10 t-devils are quickly moving west together, which is unnatural. And then their tracking lights go out.. And they're gone!"
"Is tag number 9, T-bone, one of the disappearing t-devils?" Martin asked on the screen.
"Yeah," Koki replied.
"And number 8, his mom.." Aviva lamented
You all immediately knew that you had a big, big problem on your hands.
Chris and Martin had followed the GPS trackers to Zach's plane, sitting in the middle of the forest. Chris finally caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection of Zach's shiny plane.
"Woah, is that really me-?" Chris asked
Martin threw his arms up in the air. "That's what I've been tryna tell ya bro!"
Chris admired himself, "Hey I'm pretty wild looking! And I've got great night vision, black and white but sharp as a tack"
Chris hopped onto a window ledge to see what Zach was up to. He saw that Zach was using the devils for his security robots and immediately jumped back down to tell Martin.
"He's using our t-devil buddies for evil!" —he growls— "...Did I just growl-?"
"Umm, it was more like, ROOOAAAEER"
"Cool! 😎"
Martin rolled his eyes at his younger brother. "Koki, Zach's got the t-devils."
"I'm so sorry Martin! Rotten meat grosses me out so I wasn't keeping track of the Tasmanian devils and I didn't notice when they started disappearing!" Koki spoke quickly, as if she had been holding her breath.
"Woah slow down Koki! Oh no, Zach's leaving!" Martin responded.
The black plane rose off of the ground while Zach jeered and mocked them for not paying closer attention to their creature friends.
Koki had guilt written all over her face, "And because of me, he's getting away with all the t-devils.."
"Don't worry Koki, we'll get 'em back! Can you pick us up?" Martin assured her.
"Ok, the t-devil tags are sending signals from inside Zach's jet. 42 degrees north and 147 degrees east," you told Jimmy.
"Got it"
"You've gotta deactivate him Aviva, he's been drivin' me NUTS! I had to do all the tagging and he wouldn't stop drooling on me!" you heard Martin complaining to Aviva.
You went over to where they were only to see Chris, in all his tazzy glory, chewing on some of the scrap metal from the teams most recent project.
"Chris drop that!" you freaked out. "Just because you can chew through metal doesn't mean you should actually eat it!"
"What" he smirked at you. "You jealous that the metal's getting bitten instead of you?"
Martin groaned loudly, "Oh for the love of everything holy, please save that stuff for the bedroom..!" all three of you laughed at him while Aviva picked up her screwdriver to deactivate Chris.
"Wait! Don't deactivate me yet! I've got t-devil power! We're misunderstood creatures, but now I understand why. I could have the key to getting the others back," —he growls–
The team finally made it to Zach's place, and just in time too! There were 2 kids, a boy and a girl, being surrounded by Zach's tazzy bots.
"Don't be scared of the t-devils, they won't hurt you!" Martin announced to them.
"Oh it's the Wild Kratts! Help were being attacked by Tasmanian devil robots!"
You, Chris and Martin made your way down to the ground, the kids faces shifting from fear to confusion in a few seconds.
"Is that... Chris-?" the girl asked.
"Yeah-" —you ran your fingers through your hair— "He's a t-devil, it's a long story-"
"I've got a plan!" Chris lit up. "If you find any rotten food, throw it in front of you, since they like to eat dead and rotting things."
You and the kids went around looking for rotten food for the t-devils. You dumpster diving for food wasn't your proudest moment but you figured you had to do it for the creature rescue. You managed to find a gas station sushi container with a piece of rotting fish in it. Perfect. You ran back to place your fish alongside the moldy sandwich and putrid pizza that the kids found.
Chris smiled with satisfaction and growled, "Oh they won't be able to resist that!"
"Animals are no match for technology!" Zach interrupted.
"Wanna test that theory?" you smirked.
The t-devils began to break through the robot bodies and one by one the clashing and bashing of metal could be heard as each t-devil jumped out to get their share of the meal. Zach immediately started to throw a conniption fit and promptly slipped on a banana peel, causing him to slip and fall directly on his ass. You simply couldn't hold in your laughter as the 5 of you watched Zach scurry back into his house with a bruised ego, and an equally bruised behind.
"Yummy! Last week's moldy pizza! It's disgusting, but I just can't help i-" you kissed your tazzy boyfriend to get him to forget about that pizza as Aviva hurried down to deactivate him.
Chris pulled away after a few seconds, "Phew, thanks for saving me from eating that, sweetheart," he wrapped an arm around your waist as you walked back into the turtle ship.
"You can thank me in bed," you winked
"Who am I to say no to that?," he replied as he picked you up and ran into your shared bedroom.
warnings: stalking, cursing, slight bullying from victor puentes
word count: 2.7k
Pt 1
AN: Again with my usual disclaimer for this series, if you aren't white, then you can pretend that you're adopted
For the past 2 weeks of school, you did everything you could to get closer to Thomas Valles (both physically and socially) but to no avail. He would either brush you off with one-liners or he was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he wouldn't even acknowledge his own friends, let alone you.
“Thomas!!” you called out to him as he was getting ready to run out of school as he always does.
“Yeah?” he stopped and looked over at you with a hint of anxiety written on his usually blank face.
“Do you wanna hang out tomorrow after school? My family’s gonna go to the beach and I was wondering if you wanted to come too”
He paused for a long beat. You obviously couldn’t tell what he was thinking about because you’re not a damn mind reader. You just hoped that it wasn’t anything along the lines of “Hell nah.”
“Sorry, I can’t.” he turned around and started running again.
You stood there for a split second longer, processing what just happened.
“DAMNN you just got rejected!!!” Victor Puentes obnoxiously shouted as he walked up behind you, purposely brushing your shoulder. “In front of half the school too!”
“What's your problem, Puentes? Why are you always on my case?”
“Look, we all know that the only reason you're tryna talk to Thomas and the rest of us is because your dad wants to start a cross-country team. Well news flash blancita, we ain’t interested!”
You were very offended by the fact that Victor had just assumed that you were only here to get recruits for your dad’s stupid cross-country team. It’s not like you were any more interested than they were so what was he bitching about?
“It’s the coach’s job to recruit people, not his daughter’s, you fucking idiot”
“Whatever, bitch,” he responded before jogging out the doors and taking off in the same direction as Thomas.
“That was weird, the fuck is his problem?” you thought to yourself as you waited for your dad to finish packing up in his classroom so that you could go home. You figured that you could try again tomorrow.
Tomorrow came and you showed up with a solid plan in one hand and crippling fear in the other. You really couldn’t believe what you were about to do, your stomach was turning so much that it felt like you were on an intense rollercoaster the entire first 4 periods of school.
Now it was lunchtime and you knew your dad was on lunch duty today so it was near high time that you put your plan into action since you chickened out during life science.
Just when you had mustered up enough courage to put your plan into action, you heard a very loud “I thought I told you to stay away from my sister!” followed by a large commotion coming from the table in front of yours. You snapped your head up quickly to see what was going on and you were highly taken aback by the scene playing out in front of you. It was Thomas Valles beating up some guy and pinning him down on the table. Immediately you jumped out of your seat to go watch the fight. Unfortunately for you however, about 30 seconds after you went to watch the fight, it was broken up by your dad and the football coach that he worked under and Thomas was sent to the principal's office. You were disappointed not only because the fight ended so quickly but also because you just missed your opportunity to start your plan again.
It’s now nearing the end of the school day and you don’t have much time left. You already knew that your dad had 8th period off every single day so you had to lie to your english teacher and say that you were going to the restroom so that you could see him. You walked into his classroom just in time for you to catch him before he left for the teacher's lounge.
“(Name)? You’re supposed to be in your english class, what are you doing here?” your dad asked, annoyed at you for skipping class.
“I know, but I realized that I forgot to tell you something”
“What was so important that you skipped english to come to me?”
“I’m going to the corner store with Thomas Valles and his sister after school”
Your dad deadpanned at you, completely and thoroughly disappointed in what just came out of your mouth. “You skipped class... To tell me that? That was what was so important that you left your class?!” he started to raise his voice, causing your stomach to drop all the way down to the center of the earth.
“Yeeeeeaaah….?”
He grabbed you by your shirt collar. “You have exactly 2 minutes to get back to class. If I see you roaming the hallways again, I’ll tell Mrs. Marsol why you really weren’t in class. And if you pull anything like this again you’ll be grounded, understand?”
You sat behind a parked car, waiting for Thomas to come out of the school. Yes, you were really about to stalk your crush. Something you knew damn well not to do. But you were DYING to know why he and his friends always ran off immediately after school with little to no explanation, even though they didn’t really owe you one. Sure you could have just asked like a normal person but you thought that would be too intrusive, especially since you haven't even been here for a full month.
“But stalking is one thousand times more intrusive-” your voice of reason finally spoke up far too late.
You were already knees deep into this whole stalking plan so it’s way too late to back out now, you figured.
Then you finally saw him. Thomas and Johnny Samaniego, the only person in the school that was close enough to being a friend, running off into the distance together. You allowed them to get a 10-second headstart before you took off after them. They were insanely fast, so trying to keep up with them while also trying to maintain your distance so that you didn’t get caught was one hell of a task. You were so close to solving your self-made mystery.
After what seemed like a million and a half miles of running, you finally arrived at your destination. A field.
“A field? Really? This is what he’s been so secretive about?” you asked out loud to no one in particular.
You watched as Thomas and Johnny started to get to work in the field, cutting roots and picking cabbages one by one. You wanted to be 100% sure that this was all it was, if the whole time Thomas Valles’s “deal” was that he was a picker. So you pulled the hood of your sweatshirt over your head, put on some sunglasses, and headed toward the field.
“Hey, young man, stop!” one of the adults stepped in front of you. “Who are you?” the woman asked with a thick Mexican accent but perfectly fluent English.
“Oh uh- I’m a new picker,” you said trying to sound as manly as possible since this woman already thought you were a guy.
“Where is your knife?” she pressed. “First day on the job and you don't have a knife??”
“No, I don’t have one” you replied sheepishly
“Here, take this” -she grabbed a spare knife and put it into your hands- “And wear this!” -she grabbed a hat that one of the previous workers had left behind on accident and haphazardly dumped it on your head- “Don’t ever show up to work unprepared again or else I won't be so generous!”
“Yes ma’am”
You arranged the hat on your head and went over to where Johnny was.
“Hey man,” you said with your royally unconvincing man voice
He looked like he just saw a ghost when you spoke to him. “....Hi-? Sorry if this sounds rude but what’s wrong with your voice..?”
“I’ve always had a high-pitched voice, and it's okay man, I get that a lot.” If there was anything you were good at, it was lying straight outta your ass.
“Ohhhh I understand. My name is Johnny Samaniego, what's yours?”
You panicked. You didn’t think about coming up with a fake name because you weren’t expecting the mission to go this far. You remembered that your english teacher told your class that you were going to be reading Romeo and Juliet in junior year so you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“Romeo Cortez”
“Romeo Cortez?”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t look very Hispanic to me, that caught me off guard lowkey”
“You don’t even know what I fully look like, Johnny”
“Damn, I guess you got me there”
“Hey! Juanito y Romito, you better stop talking and get back to work before they fire both of your asses,” Thomas yelled at you both from a couple of feet away.
“He’s right, we’ll talk after work is over, Romeo,” Johnny said as he started picking cabbages again
“When will that be?”
“In like 4 hours, ese”
“4 hours?!?!” You couldn’t be here for 4 hours! School already ended an hour ago so your dad would get suspicious if you were gone for even 2 hours, let alone four!
“Yeah, gotta get used to it man, sometimes you’ll end up being here until midnight”
So you sucked it up and started working, actively trying to come up with an excuse to tell your parents as to why you were gone for so long. You put your hand on a cabbage and started gingerly cutting at the root, trying to convince the other people (and yourself too) that you knew what you were doing. You looked up to see where Johnny had gone, only to see him picking up a box of cabbages and taking it back to where you presumed the “boss” was.
Suddenly you heard a loud laugh coming from behind you. “Damn Romeo, you must be new new huh?” It was Thomas.
“How’d you know”
“Because you’re cutting the roots like you feel sorry for them or something! Here lemme show you how to-” he stopped talking mid-sentence and started to squint at you slightly. You began to get nervous. Was your cover blown? Were you going to get found out now when you were already doing so well?
“You’re wearing the exact same clothes as somebody I know, Romeo. Take off your sunglasses for me.”
Oh no.
“I don’t wanna, I got sensitive eyes you know? Can’t stand the sun even for a second,” you rambled out, trying your absolute hardest to not let your voice crack under the pressure.
“Then take them off for half a second, Romeo. Are you hiding something?” Thomas pressed on. You already knew that your cover was blown so you swallowed your pride and slid off your sunglasses, confirming Thomas’s suspicions.
He scoffed at you. “Seriously? You really thought that I wasn’t gonna recognize you just because I couldn’t see your eyes?! You think I’m stupid or somethin’? Huh, White?! First we got your dad following me and now you too? Is your whole family just full of a buncha stalkers or some shit? Did you guys come to McFarland because your dad lost his job or is it really because everyone in your old town got restraining orders against y’all because they were so damn tired of you and your creepy ass family? If I catch you or anyone else in your family anywhere near me again, so help me god that I don’t end up losing my shit at you stay the fuck away from me!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, drawing the attention of some of the nearby workers.
His words cut into you like swords, and they cut deep. And you knew for a fact that you had absolutely no right to feel sorry for yourself because he was right. You were lucky that the only thing that happened was you getting yelled at in front of some people, considering the fact that what you did was literally a crime. You shoved your sunglasses back into the side pouch of your backpack, threw off the hat that you were wearing, and bolted in the opposite direction while trying not to have a panic attack with your dignity and most likely your reputation in pieces.
Johnny was coming back from his trip to the front of the field when he saw you running while covering your face. Now he was even more confused than when he first heard your voice when you were still pretending to be “Romeo”.
“Where’s Romeo going? We still have 3 and a half hours left! What happened?”
Thomas looked up to see you running back in the direction they came. “He went to go find Juliet.” he said flatly before going back to his work with a slightly angrier undertone in every move he made.
It took you about an hour to successfully retrace your path back to the school and now you were just starting to walk home since you already knew where to go from there. Thousands of thoughts were racing around in your brain.
“Why did I ever think that this was a good idea?”
“What if he decides to tell everybody about what happened?”
“How the hell did I even get to this point??”
“How do you even apologize to somebody for stalking them?”
“How do you even explain to somebody why you were stalking them?”
You were so preoccupied with your internal monologue that you completely forgot about your parents. And you forgot that you actually have to open the front door before you try to walk into it, so you faceplanted into the door and snapped out of your trance.
Your mother heard you walk into the door shortly before you opened it and went inside. “Sit down, (Name).” she said firmly.
Damn it. They already caught you. The second time today that you've been caught in a lie. You sat down across from your dad on the dining room table and your mom sat down next to your dad shortly after.
“Why did you lie to me (Name)?” your dad asked you.
“What do you mean?” you answered, still trying to save face and cover up your already exposed lie.
“Don’t play dumb with me young lady. Why did you lie about where you were going after school?”
“I di-”
“I saw Thomas’s sister walking down our street while I was gardening a couple hours ago and I asked her where you were because she was supposed to be with you. She had no idea who you were. So cut the crap and tell us what you were really doing and why you lied to me.”
What were you supposed to do now? You were so ashamed about what you've done that even you didn't want to know about it, let alone your mom and dad!
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you said while clenching your jaw in an attempt to stop the tears that you’ve been holding back for an hour and a half from flowing down your face like a raging river.
“I didn't ask if you wanted to talk about it (Name) White, I told you to tell me, you don’t have a choice tell us right now or else you're going be grounded for a lot longer than 3 weeks!”
“And you won’t be allowed to go out without a parent for a very very long time,” your mom added.
The floodgates of hell were released at that dining table that evening. You broke down into tears and told them absolutely everything. Everything from the moment you asked Mrs. Marsol to go to the bathroom to the moment when Thomas put you in your place, often having to repeat things because you were crying so hard that you were slurring most of your words like a drunk person.
After your confession session was over, your parents looked nothing short of shell-shocked. I mean, how the hell are you supposed to react to your child tearfully confessing to you that they were stalking a fellow classmate? It’s definitely not something that happens every day.
Your mom placed her hand on yours, half sympathetic and half “I don’t know what the hell to do”.
“We were supposed to go to the beach today, but I think we need to have a long talk instead.”
Again, this was wild. Part one was all "girl crush!!!“ and "omg this boy is so cute!!! 😆" and then I was like "and now you're a stalker 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹" Shoot me an ask if you wanna be in the taglist 💀
one-sidedish love, crack if you squint really hard
warnings: cursing, some racist remarks from white fam 🧍♀️, my horrible Spanish, lmk what else
word count: 988 💀💀
AN: im so embarrassed lmfao; i know this movie takes place in the 80s but i didn’t center it arnd that 1) bc i don't know shit about the 80s and 2) bc now u can visualize it in any time period you want. And if you’re not white then you can just act like you were adopted by the White family lmao
You reached into your locker and hung up your bag. Just when you were about to close your locker you heard 3 pairs of footsteps running in your direction. By the time you turned around to see what was happening, it was already too late as one of the boys plowed straight into you, causing you to fall backwards into your still open locker, dropping your things all over the floor and twisting your ankle in the process. Some people who witnessed the whole scene unfold were nearly peeing themselves laughing (you probably would have laughed too if it wasn't for the fact that you were the one experiencing this) and others were looking at you in surprise.
Today was your first day at school in McFarland, California. You already hated this place because it was hot, musty, dirty, noisy, and boring. You and your family had to move here after your dad lost his temper at one of his football players at your old school. Now here you were, in a town where almost everyone spoke Spanish, and roosters woke you up at the ass crack of dawn.
One of the running boys had stopped and turned around to see what had happened to you. When he saw you trying to get out of your locker he turned back around to push the guy that had bulldozed you into the locker.
“Look what you did, ese! Didn’t even bother to apologize” He exclaimed before walking towards you. “Here, lemme help you,” He pulled you up from your locker, closed the door, and started helping you pick up your things.
“Gracias,” You blurted out. You had no idea why you said “thank you” in Spanish, you already knew full well that he spoke English.
“You’re welcome,” He answered with a smile before walking away.
You thought that boy was kinda cute. But you knew a little bit better than to fall head over heels for a dude you had just met and didn't even know the name of just based on looks alone, but you still couldn't get your mind off of that boy. You thought about him so much that during first period you almost didn't hear the teacher telling you to introduce yourself as the new girl in class, which led to you standing in front of the classroom in silence for a good 10 seconds before you realized what you were supposed to be doing. You thought about him in class, at lunch, while you were waiting for your dad to pick you up from school, and even during the ride home.
“Hellooooo, (nameeee), earth to (nameeee),” your little sister Jamie called out to you from the backseat of your dad’s car.
“What do you want?” You sighed, slightly annoyed that she had interrupted your daydreaming session.
“Who’s that dude?”
“Why would I know anyone in McFarland? We’ve only been here for like 3 days”
“Because he’s really fast!”
You finally looked out of the window to see what this girl was talking about, and what you saw was honestly something out of a superhero movie. The guy that helped you earlier was running. Running as fast as the car you were in!
“But we’re going-” -you pause to check the speedometer- “12 miles an hour-! And he’s able to catch up to the car??”
“Like I said, really fast!”
“Oh, I know him! That’s Thomas Valles, he’s the one that gave me a tour around the school today,” said your other sister Julie, around the same age as you.
“Thomas?” you became flustered at the mention of his name.
“OOOO! (Name) likes him!! Dad!! Get closer, get closer! (Name) wants to be closer to her crush!!” Jamie screamed
“SHUT UP JAMIE! I don’t like him, it’s just that he helped me get myself together when I fell ass first into my locker after one of his ‘amigos’ mowed me down while running in the hallway,” you huffed in annoyance as you remembered all the people that were looking and laughing at you.
Unbeknownst to you however, Thomas had stopped running because he noticed your family stalking him and went to stand in front of your car (not the smartest move on his part.)
“Why are you following me, blanco.” he demanded rather than asked when your dad stopped the car.
“Do you know how fast you were going?” your dad questioned.
“What are you a cop?”
Your father was quite taken aback by Thomas’s reaction to this. The guy didn’t even seem fazed by the fact that he was going 12 miles an hour!
“You were running at 12mph, that's pretty fast, Valez,” your dad quipped
Thomas chose to ignore the fact that Mr. White had butchered his name. “Well I obviously don’t have a car, right?”
“Can I give you a ride..?”
“No, but you can stop following me.” Thomas replied before he turned around and continued running off to wherever he was going.
“What’s his deal?” Julie scoffed at the whole interaction. “We were only trying to be nice to him, is this how everyone acts in McFarland?”
“I know right?” Jamie agreed.
“In his defense, I think I would be pretty creeped out too if I was a Mexican boy being chased by a van full of random white people,” you half-joked.
Your family let out a loud laugh at your little joke and moved on to other topics soon after. Although, you on the other hand, were still thinking about Thomas for the rest of the way home. And during dinner. And while you were watching TV. And before bed. And even when you were in bed he still managed to creep back into your thoughts. You were also thinking about the question Julie asked during the ride home. “What’s his deal?” What was Thomas Valles’s deal? You had no idea, but you immediately knew that you wanted to find out.
His punishment left you shaking and crying due to the endless edging, teasing, orgasm denial, and degradation. He pulls out and softly kisses your pussy while gently caressing your legs.
"Hey, don't forget that I love you ok (Name)? Don't take anything that I said to heart my beautiful girl," he affirms before placing another gentle kiss on your still sensitive pussy before getting up to start a bath for the both of you
Now I have another hc for the bros: pet peeve edition
Chris: too many people talking at once
Now I may be projecting here, but Chris seems like the type of person that gets annoyed whenever the people in front of him in class wont shut the fuck up when the teacher is talking, even if he wasn't listening in the first place. Something about hearing multiple unwanted voices constantly going off really irritates him
Martin: boring and close minded people
Idk, based on his personality, I don't think he'd like people that only play by the rules, are never willing to try anything new, and are obsessed with traditions
Don’t ask me how I ended up here its mostly because I didn’t read before I signed READ THE FINE PRINT KIDDOS but anywhozit.....
Congrats to darling @anniesocsandgeneralstore on 700 followers and thank you darling for encouraging me to flex some unused muscles in my brain! You are an absolute delight and I had fun getting to do this for you even if they may not hold up to the masterpieces you create. Lots of love for you bestie!
Let’s Stay Home Tonight - NEEDTOBREATHE
Guillotine - Jon Bellion
No Plan - Hozier
Does Your Mother Know That You’re Out - ABBA
Say Goodnight Instead - JONNYSWIM
Lavender Haze - Taylor Swift
Dust to Dust - The Civil Wars
just tagging some friends who might want to see what happens when I attempt writing lol
Midnights, Taylor Swift - “All they keep asking me / Is if I’m gonna be your bride / The only kind of girl they see / Is a one night or a wife” — Lavender Haze
(this ones my favorite)
Masterlist
Returning from deployment, Javy decided, was always a little surreal. It was like stepping out of one world and into another. Even if he wasn’t truly returning to civilian life, this felt just as jarring. This time wasn’t so bad though, he mused. They had only been away for a few nights, making this particular deployment feel more like a vacation into the other world instead of an extended stay, disregarding the near-death experiences the squad had survived, of course. That made it easier to just return to the Hard Deck and go about his business than it had been after previous deployments, or at least, that's what Javy told himself as he tried to settle his still-shaking hands enough to take his shot at sinking the eight ball.
Returning from deployment, Javy decided, was always a little surreal. It was like stepping out of one world and into another. Even if he wasn’t truly returning to civilian life, this felt just as jarring. This time wasn’t so bad though, he mused. They had only been away for a few nights, making this particular deployment feel more like a vacation into the other world instead of an extended stay, disregarding the near-death experiences the squad had survived, of course. That made it easier to just return to the Hard Deck and go about his business than it had been after previous deployments, or at least, that's what Javy told himself as he tried to settle his still-shaking hands enough to take his shot at sinking the eight ball.
“Who is she?”
The question from Pheonix came as he finally moved, causing him to jump and miss just left, much to his annoyance. “Who is who, pretty bird?” He didn’t hold back his annoyed sigh in the question despite the fond nickname he had given her so many years ago.
Nat rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest but no amount of feigned irritation could prevent the light dusting of blush across her cheeks that caused Javy to smirk a little. For all her stubbornness and bravado, at the end of the day, Natasha Trace was just a woman and like many other women, she had a tendency to be flustered by compliments given by men she found attractive. In Javy’s opinion, it was a fun game that they had played over the years, seeing who would fluster at the flirting first, and he lived for the glances and pouts he was rewarded with when he won, but after surviving the last few weeks he had decided it was time to end it. Not at that exact moment, however. No, he could wait until the end of the night to sweep her away after they’ve both relaxed some more and he’s had the chance to win their game a few more times.
“Who is the girl that was waiting for Jake?” Nat pressed on as she faked indifference and leaned against the wall. Javy Coyote Machado had been an annoyingly attractive thorn in her side that she just couldn’t seem to get rid of since they had met almost a dozen deployments back. As cocky and annoying as he may be, she had always appreciated the way Javy balanced flirting with her and respecting her as a pilot. It certainly did not help matters that he always seemed to know exactly which buttons to push to get a reaction out of her.
It dawned on Javy just who Nat was referring to as Brad sunk the ball he had missed, winning their game. With a nod of good sportsmanship, he handed his pool cue off to Bob and turned to give Nat his undivided attention.
“I think all those high-altitude flights are finally getting to you pretty bird, you were introduced to Cara this afternoon,” Javy smirked, leaning against the wall next to her just a little too close to be considered just friendly. He copied her stance, crossing his own arms across his chest, and couldn’t help the slight puff of his chest as he caught her glance flicker along his biceps.
Nat couldn’t help herself, and really who was to blame her? It had been a stressful few weeks and she had been wanting him for years, so what if she finally slept with him before they went on an actual date? If it was something he was interested in then she could make him take her to breakfast in the morning. For now, she wanted her information, and if Javy came with it on the side then she certainly wasn’t going to complain. So Nat leaned into him till their still crossed arms would brush if they both inhaled at the same time and peered up at him as innocently as a deadly fighter pilot could, “But who is she to Jake?”
Javy’s smirk grew just marginally as he watched her move closer. It seemed his little bird had decided to end their game herself, not that he was going to complain. “Why? Jealous?” he teased as his arms unfolded slowly, careful to give Nat enough time to lean away if she wanted to back out before letting his hands rest on her hips. His eyebrow quirked up in question as Nat’s breathing stuttered for just a moment of hesitation before she let her own hands fall from her chest to his.
“No, just curious,” she denied, though, to be honest, Nat wasn’t sure she really cared anymore. All she could focus on was the ridiculously hard chest under her hands and the warmth that radiated from where Javy’s thumbs were rubbing soothing circles against the bones of her hips. The blush that had never really left Nat’s cheeks only darkened as she watched his eyes flicker down to her lips but she didn’t stop herself from leaning in further. “If you don’t tell me I’m sure I will find out later.”
The responding nod Javy gave resulted in his nose brushing gently against hers as he gave a hummed, “later is good,” and let his hand come up to cup her cheek to pull her lips to his.
Jake couldn’t help the grin on his face at Cara’s laughter as he spun her around the dance floor. This deployment had been a close one, everyone knew it, and it had been a relief for Jake to fly back to the carrier in one piece knowing he would be the only sailor showing up on her doorstep any time soon. Living in the moment, he had long since decided, was the best way he could make use of his time with her, that and filling her days with joy. So he ignored everyone else, ignored their curious stares and whispers about his reputation, in favor of spending time with her.
To her credit, Cara was not unaware of these stares or whispers, she just didn’t care about them. She knew about the rumors that would spread about Jake, but her faith in him never faltered. Jake couldn’t possibly treat her the way he did if they were true, she would insist if ever asked about them, but that was an argument far from her mind as her giggles were interrupted by her own gasp. “Jake, oh my goodness look!”
He couldn’t help but smirk as he had to take her hand in his to stop her from patting his chest in her excitement. The way Cara would always try to include him in her joy and excitement was one of his favorite things about her, especially when it included the mild flailing that Jake found so adorable. “What am I looking at, sugar?” Jake prompted as he attempted to follow her line of sight.
“In the corner by the pool tables! Isn’t that Javy kissing that girl he likes? You know, the really cool one that flies with you!,” was Cara’s response as she stood on her tiptoes to try and get a better view. Jake’s arm held firm around her waist to help her stay balanced as he finally caught sight of the pair in the corner.
“So the bastard finally did it,” he chuckled, confirming it was Javy and Nat, “I didn’t think he had it in him.”
Cara gasped at him and swatted him on the chest, “Jake! He’s your best friend, be nice!” she reprimanded as she came down from her toes but he only chuckled again and pulled her closer.
“Oh come on, he’s been chasing after her forever, you know I’m right!” And he was right, but Cara only rolled her eyes at his statement. Javy had been a good friend to both of them for a long time and she knew that Jake was just teasing him. They had watched him fall head over heels for his fellow pilot years ago and, despite their insistence, he had yet to truly do anything about it.
“Well it still would have been nicer not to say it,” Cara insisted but she couldn’t help herself from smiling at his antics, “She seems nice though, I was talking with her and Penny while you were playing darts with Javy earlier. It’s funny, all they kept asking me is if I’m gonna be your bride!” she giggled.
Jake let a full-blown laugh out at that as he played along, “Well you know sailors, the only kind of girl they see is a one night or a wife.” Cara couldn’t help but join in his laughter as she wrapped her arms around his neck, letting the rings on her left hand get tangled in the chain that held his dog tags, a set identical to the ones she wore.
“Well, I guess it's a good thing that I am a wife kind of girl.”
