I have been wanting to be more sociable with this account for a while now, such as reblogging other people's posts and talking to people. But on the flip side, I have not wanted to mess up how this blog is purely just fics. (As may be apparent from the way I often delete all replies to asks.)
For that reason, I have created a new account to run alongside this one. @theundercoversquidtalks! It is totally separate from this one, as I didn't want to go through the faff of Primary and Secondary blogs on Tumblr.
But you are welcome to pop on over there and say hello!
P.S. I am sorry, this is by no means a promise I am returning, as I am currently focused on my long stories over at Wattpad/A03
Over the days, you and Bob fall into an easy rhythm. You wake up. Which in turn wakes the cats up, which in turn wakes Bob up. The four of you congregating in the kitchen like a little family as you make everyone there breakfast.
When everyone is full, they drift into the living room. You and Bob work out what needs to be done for the day and who is busy when. Or rather, when you will be busy with work.
Then your work day starts. Nestled away in one of the many offices of the tower. You usually have company, be it one or both of the cats, and often Bob will join you too. Spending chunks of his day silently in the same room as you.
When he feels up to it, sometimes he will do a chore or two. Coming back feeling a bit prouder of himself, as you heap praise on him.
You two have lunch together. Sat at a too big table as you discuss both the big and the small things in life. Before you have to go back to your computer to carry on your afternoon of work.
Your evenings are spent together. Lying in the lounge of the tower. Before you drag yourself up to make supper for the two of you, Bob follows as he watches you cook. Sometimes you even give him small tasks to complete.
It's a soft, easy routine that the two of you have fallen into over the two weeks that you have been living together.
You had gotten used to each other's little habits and quirks. Gotten used to the way you each work. There was comfort in the familiarity. A familiarity that bordered on something more. Not that either of you was willing to breathe a word about it. No, it was far too fragile for that. An ephemeral thing that any touch could break.
So you and Bob continued to move around it. Neither of you saying anything. But that doesn't mean that it loomed over you. No, you were both happy in the place that you were. Happy together. Playing house. A wonderful glimpse into what the future could bring. Of what life could be like.
But one Saturday afternoon, that peace is shattered. Both of you are lounging in the living room. a cat on each of your laps as you tentatively discuss your hopes for the future. And then the lift bell goes. Shattering the peace.
Both of you share a look. Confused. Not sure who is what is coming up in the elevator as you both scramble up. Displacing the cats.
But you know what is going on the moment the lift doors open. Revealing the team.
All clamouring and chattering over each other as they exit the lift. Freezing as they see you and Bob, wide-eyed, staring at them. Surprised at their intrusion on your quiet existence.
Liho lets out a loud meow. Twisting around your ankles as she stares up at the new people who have arrived.
"Is this her?" Yelana asks, stepping forward (Bob had told you who everyone was). "Is this Nat's cat?"
"This is her." You nod. Bending down and picking Liho up before you deposit the cat into Yelana's arms.
Liho relaxes into her hold. Contentedly purring as Yelana's face lights up, her eyes going a little glassy.
The bear of a man also seems to soften as he goes up to Yelena and Liho. Cooing at the cat.
Looking away from them, you catch Buckys eyes, as the two other people with the team slip away to their own peace and quiet.
Bucky has a sheepish look on his face as he reaches up to rub the back of his neck. "So how was it?"
Instead of answering straight away, you just stay silent for a bit. Letting him sweat. "Call me next time you guys have a mission, but please, at least be honest about who will be there this time." You instruct him.
"I will." Bucky nods, looking relieved.
You nod back before turning back to Bob, who is standing behind you. Not sure what to do with himself.
"You going to be okay?" You ask him softly.
Bob nods. But you are not sure how much you believe him.
"If you need a break from the chaos, call or text me." You instruct him. "You have my number, so use it."
Bob nods quickly at your words as you step away. heading off to round up your things so you can leave them with the peace they probably so desperately crave after whatever it is they were sent off to do.
As you are zipping your last bag, you hear Liho padding up behind you. With a smile, you attach her harness. Dropping a kiss to her little furry head. You straighten up. Gathering up all your bags as you make for the lift.
The entryway is quiet. Only Bukcy and Bob stood in it. The two are quietly conversing as you approach. But Bucky seems to hear your approach, his head snapping up to you. Bob seems to follow his gaze a moment later.
"That's me all packed," you tell them by way of greeting. "I'll be getting out of your hair."
"Thank you so much for looking after Alpine," Bucky says as he walks towards you. Pulling you into his hold. "And thank you for looking after Bob." He murmurs when he gets close enough.
"No worries." You smile at him when he lets go of you. "You know I love Alpine."
Bucky smiles knowingly at your admission as he turns to leave. leaving you just with Bob.
"Thank you." Bob murmurs. "I didn't realise it, but I needed the company. I don't think I would have coped by myself." Bob looks down at his hands, which are covered by his sleeves, he fiddles with them. "I liked getting to spend time with you."
"I liked getting to spend time with you as well." You nod. "But now that the others are back, I should let you get back to normality."
"What happens if I want you in my normal?" Bob blurts out. Before what he has said seems to register with him as he looks at you with wide eyes.
"I would like that." You smile. Stepping closer to him, you press a quick kiss to his cheek. Before turning and getting into the waiting lift.
As the doors close, you can see Bob still frozen where you left him. His cheeks bright red.
As the lift descends, you feel your phone vibrate. Pulling it out, you look at the notification.
Bob sent
Coffe?
You smile down at the message before tapping out your response. Hitting send.
I would love that
With a smile, you pocket your phone. Looking forward to what could be coming in your future.
Maybe more than you originally expected was going to come out of cat sitting.
Summary: Safely sitting behind the camera for Cast Wars, you answer the questions yourself
Warnings:
Masterlist
A/N: Here is a link to the video
You loved getting to go to work with Will, getting to see him in his element.
Be it getting to go to set with him, watching him take on a new persona. Or be it interviews where you got to see him be his normal, charming self. You loved all of it, because most of all, you loved being around him.
But all this means you are no stranger to Will's Warfare castmates. Used to the chaos that seems to follow them everywhere, which is why you were quite happy to be sitting safely tucked away far behind the reaches of the camera, watching the chaos that is sure to unfold.
Somehow, a spare whiteboard and pen had ended up on your lap. And when the first question was asked, you found yourself uncapping the pen, thinking for a moment before scribbling down your answer.
As you recapped the pen, the media girl sitting next to you leaned over. Looking at what you had scribbled before doing a double-take. Nudging the girl beside her as she snapped a photo of your board.
You looked at her. Sheepish. Worried you had done something you weren't meant to. Going to rub it off. But she gets there before you. Waving her hands to tell you not to. So instead, you smile softly at her.
When the next question about fan thirst edits came up, the girl beside you nudges you. Looking at your board. Silently questioning whose name you are going to put down. You think about it for a moment. Looking at her as she looks at Will and back at you. Wiggling her eyebrows. But you laugh silently. Wavering for a moment before writing down another name entirely.
She nods appreciatively at your answer, taking a picture as the boys continue to argue about whether it is Will or Charles Melton. But eventually they settle on your boyfriend's name.
Only to be proven wrong as you laugh. Listening to your boyfriend's cheer. You had been right.
The next question is about Heartstoppers, and this one definitely gives you pause for a moment. Thinking about it as you listen to Will defend that he has watched it, which is true. The two of you had watched it together when it had first come out. But your memory was ropey as you tried to think. Eventually settling on a throwaway guess. The media girl, having watched you pause and think, still takes a picture of your board.
You look up to see the boys still arguing. But it comes to an end with Michael holding the board up.
"It's gay crises," Kit tells them, causing you to sigh to yourself as you rub it out. You probably should have guessed, but alas.
You settled back in your seat, pen out as you wait for Will to read from the card in his hand.
"Crashing back to reality." Will starts with a heavy sigh. "Will is the face of a popular meme. What is it?"
Already, your pen is running across the whiteboard as you write down your answer.
'You guys are getting paid.' You write down. Followed by 'not Sid' next to a big cross. This time, you hold it up for the media girl to take a photo of. You honestly felt sorry for Will for the second one.
When Joseph holds up their whiteboard, you can't help but shake your head, that one was not fair to Will, and you knew how much it annoys him.
"Incorrect." The producer calls. Causing the boys on one side to groan as you silently cheer.
"Luckily, the internet has been cruel to me multiple times." Will states. His eyes find yours as you give him a soft smile. You wanted to wrap him up in a hug. But alas, you can't. But your smile seems to do enough, as the boys carry on chatting around the two of you, he returns your smile with his own. The internet was a cruel place, but he had you.
"Noah Centineo's in To All the Boys I've Loved Before." Kit starts to read, causing you and Will to break eye contact as you both turn to focus on the question. "What was Peter's flirty move in front of everyone in the cafeteria?"
You pause thinking for a beat before you write it down, 'hand in back pocket'. You write. Nudging the girl next to you, who seems completely unsurprised by how long it took you compared to the boys, who clearly have no clue what on earth they are on about. She takes a snap. Laughing silently as you turn back to the chaos in front of you.
When the producer announces the correct answer, the boys are up in arms. All questioning what on earth it meant as Will turns to you. Many a question in his eyes.
"In whose Pocket?" Joseph shouts.
"In which pocket?" Kit questions.
Only for the producer to clarify it for them.
"Sorry?! puts his hand where?" Will calls. Looking back at you. Horrified.
"That's fucking assault" Kit calls.
As the boys melt into more chaos, Charles reaches out, putting his hand in D’Pharaoh's pocket. Loudly proclaiming "I'm flirting" As he does so.
Causing Will's attention snapped to the two as he works out where Charles had a pocket for him to put his own hand. In the end, he slips it into Charles's blazer pocket.
Before he then positions himself with his back pocket facing directly at the camera.
"Put your hand in my pocket," Will instructs as both Kit and Charles shove their hands into your boyfriend's back pocket. All of them dissolving into giggles as they do so.
You aren't much better as you sit leaning back on your chair in stitches as you try not to make a noise.
"Oh Shit!" Kit calls. "Calvin Klein's." And with that, Kit's eyes find yours, wiggling his eyebrows at you as you dissolve into even more silent laughter.
But the set is in utter chaos.
Eventually, the Buzzfeed team get it back under control and the boys back seated in their original chairs.
"What is Cosmos' full name?" Will reads out.
This gives you pause; you genuinely have no idea what it is. You know you have probably been told it at some point, but you can't seem to think what it is. You write down Cosmo Jarvis with some questions before and after, but you genuinely can't remember. Holding it up to the media girl with a shrug. Nevertheless, she still takes a photo of it.
When Cosmo announces his full name, you can't help but pause. There was no way you were guessing that as you erased your answer.
Then, with that, Kit is reading out the next question. "What is the name of the band Joseph's Stranger Things character is in?"
You pause, another one you had watched, but you cannot quite remember. Hellfire. You write with a little question mark next to it. Looking up at the boys as you watch Kit throw a tantrum at Joseph, claiming that he was the target market. Which causes your shoulders to shake with silent laughter. Not watching as another photo is taken of your board.
When Joseph announces the answer, it does not ring any bells for you. So you rub your board off with a shrug.
"Who from the cast played Shrek in a musical theatre production?" Will reads off, already laughing.
With your own laughter, you point at Michael. Getting as far as MG. Before the answer is announced. But that is enough for the media girl as she takes a photo of your board.
You watch as a printout of a photo gets passed to Will before he holds it up. Half looking at the camera, half looking at you.
"Run, children, run." Will instructs. "Run for your lives."
As Michael does his impression, Will's eyes find yours. For a moment, simply asking if you are okay, and when you nod, his attention returns to Michael. Laughing along with the others.
'Who's known to do a 'Pennywise eyes' impression?" Kit reads off, and with a shiver, you start writing his name.
The media girl takes a picture of you just before Kit does his impression. But when he does, you look away. Using the board to shield your face.
You keep it there till you hear Will start to read. "At what age did D’Pharaoh earn his black belt?"
You pause for a moment, listening as Will questions D’Pharaoh on that. But you know you know the answer as you think for a moment, and that's when it hits you. Quickly, you scribble the number down before triumphantly turning to the media girl, just at the same time Joseph does.
With a smile, the media girl takes a picture, and you look back at the boys to see Will looking at you with an inquisitive look. Clearly wondering what you are up to and if you are okay. But you are okay, you're having so much fun. So you send him a beaming smile, and that seems to be enough for him as he smiles back. Turning back to the question, Kit is preparing to read.
Kit starts to read the next question as you rub off your old answer. "Which fictional characters can Charles do incredible impressions of?" Kit reads, which causes you to snort. Incredible was a stretch. Will seems to have exactly the same idea as you, loudly calling into question the use of the word 'incredible'. As he finishes doing so, he looks back at you with a wink. Causing you to blush as you look down at the empty whiteboard and the answer you need to write down.
You pause thinking about it for a moment as the boys continue to argue, and then you write down your final answer, 'Golmn and stitch'. Under which you then write 'incredible??'
You turn your board to the media girl (whose name you really need to learn when this is over) for her to take a photo if it's just as the boys finish answering the question themselves, turning it around.
When Charles sees the board, he indignantly corrects that the answer is, in fact, Stitch. Causing you to write down a tick next to one of your guesses as he coughs. Preparing to do the impression as you drop your head into your hands with a sigh.
He starts doing it, too much ridicule from his castmates. But Charles is determined. Warming up and doing it for them. Even if as he does, it just gets him teased more.
You can see here as the boys get more rowdy, before getting themselves back under control, ready for the next question.
"Which celebrity does Cosmo often get mistaken for?" Will reads out.
"Tom Hardy." Joseph and Kit rush to answer before you have even managed to uncap your pen. So for that one, you shrug, sitting back.
Cosmo, bless his heart, looks utterly done as the boys dissolve into laughter. Which only grows louder as Kit reads off what Joseph had written on their board. "Tom Fukeface Hardy", which has the boys dissolving into even more laughter.
When they again get themselves under control, Kit starts to read the next question. "Name three people, including at least one of your castmates who will be appearing in Avengers Doomsday", Kit reads.
"I can tell you someone who isn't", Will immediately pipes up. putting his hand up.
"Justice for Warlock," Joseph calls out.
"Please tag that Justice for Warlock." Will agrees. "That would be great."
Laughing, you note down your own names in a neat little list. 'Florence Pugh, Vanessa Kirby and Joseph Quinn' With #JusticeforWarlock underneath. A little heart was drawn next to it.
The media girl next to you nudges you as she takes a photo of it. Getting a smile from you in return.
The boys on one side start to high-five and cheer. However, the boys on the other side start complaining. Loudly about what you are not quite sure.
"What was D’Pharaoh's first-ever professional acting job?" Will reads out.
You pause for a moment. Hesitant before you start to write down 'reservation dogs' on your whiteboard. Holding it out to the girl with a shrug. Something in your gut told you that you were wrong, but it felt like the only right answer.
As the girl next to you takes a picture, the producer calls time. Causing Joseph, Charles and Kit to complain. Loudly. Again.
Will sighs loudly, "Just like hashtag justice for Warlock if you just wanna put it in the comments." Will sighs. Shrugging. But then he makes eye contact with you. A soft smile growing on his face.
"Reservation Dogs." Kit finally calls out, holding up their board.
"No." D’Pharaoh shakes his head. "I started acting when I was 15, I landed Reservation Dogs when I was 19." He explains. "My first ever project was on a small show, a small family channel show called The Holly Hobbie, I had like two lines."
With a solemn nod of your head, you rub out your answer. Ready for the next question.
"Can I just show you what Comso just drew?" Michael Interrupts. Turning the board around, "Darth Vader, and it just says Daddy."
With a sigh you drop your head into your hands. They were all children.
Will looks down at the deck of cards in his hands.
"That was my last question." He tells the rest.
"That was my last question." Kit agrees as everyone turns to the producer, intrigued to know what the score was.
"Papas got 4 points, but Mamas got 3.5." The producer calls out.
"Tiebreaker!" Charles calls out.
"If we win this point, then we win." Kit proclaims before turning to the producer. "Right?"
"American sports are weird. I don't know." Will proclaims, turning to you, but you just shrug in return.
"In what movie can Will's character be found incessantly vaping in the background?" The producer questions.
The media girl immediately turns to you with an expectant look as you uncap your pen. "Midsummer", you immediately write down then underith it you write Florence Pugh's name alongside a little heart.
The media girl with a laugh takes a picture of your board as you turn back to the boys in front of you. Both Will and D’Pharaoh have their hands in front of their mouth so as not to accidentally give anything away.
As you all watch the train wreack, if the other boys as they loudly proclaim, is in not Midsummer. Instead, going for Death of a Unicorn. Or rather Death of a Fuckface Unocron as Kit seems to want to call it to chastisting from Joseph.
"Incorrect!" Michael calls out. "It's Midsummer." Which immediately gets him a high five from Will as the other team loudly complains.
As the boys stand up. Will pulled his entire team into a hug as they celebrated the victory. Chanting Cosmos' name.
When Kit launches into his complaint about time, you laugh with a fond smile on your face. Whipping your board as you lean it against the leg of the chair you have been sitting in. Stretching your arms above your head. zoning out of whichever argument the boys are having now.
"Technically, though, neither of you won," the media girl next to you calls. Causing all of the boys' and your head to snap to her. "Will's girlfriend beat all of you. Separately and combined."
"What?" Joseph Quinn shouts. Leaning so far forward, it looks like he might topple off his chair.
On the other hand, Will is looking at you with a proud smile on his face as the other boys continue to clamour. Questioning how you had beaten them.
"That's my girl." Will beams.
"What?" Kit calls, leaning forward. "But how?"
"She got 9 points." The media girl explains. "And another half point if we include Sid. She beat the Papas, getting 5 points for their round and beat the Mamas, getting 4 in theirs."
You, on the other hand, are blushing bright red. You had just been having some fun with the whiteboard and hadn't been expecting the attention that it would bring to you.
"I mean, I knew she was smarter than us." D’Pharaoh shrugs.
"But how?" Michael questions.
"If you do the outro, then you can ask her." The producer tells them, causing Charles and Joseph to turn to Michael.
With a sigh. Michael starts to do it, or rather tries to do it. Struggling. But eventually, he makes his way through it. Which isn't helped by Joseph sticking his fingers in Kit's ear. Causing the boy to nearly fall out of his chair. But the moment that the director calls, Will is out of his chair, making a beeline for you. The other boys following not too far behind.
As you see Will making his way to you, you stand up. Opening your arms to him as he wraps his arms around you. Pulling you into him.
The boys crowded around you. Questioning how you beat them, but you just wave them off with a smile. Feeling the heat on your cheeks as you bury your face into Will's side. Letting him fend off the boys for you.
The media girl who you had been sitting next to announces she has the photos of your answer, which immediately gets the boys' attention as they crowd around her. Looking at your answers.
But Will remains next to you. An arm slung around your waist as he looks down at you.
"Did you have fun?" He asks softly, his head dipped down to you.
"I did." You smile with a nod, looking up at him. The two of you only looking away when the boys loudly clamour about one of your answers.
"Do you think we can slip away without them noticing?" Will asks softly. "Make a run for it, just you and me?"
"Let's." You grin. "If you go get your mic sorted out, I'll start the car," you bargain.
"Deal." Will grins. Pressing a quick kiss to your lips before he disappears into the back.
As you turn to the door, you make contact with the media girl who still has the boys crowded around her phone as they teasingly argue about one of the things you have written down.
She waves at you before gently making a motion to tell you to run while you still can. You mouth a thank you to her before making a bid for freedom.
Getting out of the car, you start it. With Will joining you a few minutes later, and with that, the two of you pull out of the parking lot, heading back home.
Unbeknownst to you both, a change has been made to the video. The media girls' intrusion and the boy's reaction to finding out you have both them are kept. But after the outro, the screen cuts to black, and where it would usually show another episode, you could watch it instead, it instead has the question that had been asked at the bottom. Starting off with 'Who from the cast had a rat tail as a child?' At the top of the screen was the final score. Papas - 4 Mamas - 3.5. But this time, an extra column had been added. 'Wills GF'. Starting at 0. But when a picture of your board is shown, the score clicks up by one.
Making its way through all of your answers. Including the bonus round. Showing how you completely put the boys to shame.
But at that moment, that wasn't what mattered to Will and you. What mattered was getting out and getting to spend some time one-on-one.
A/N: I was so tempted to add an end bit with comments people may have left on the video but wasn't sure if it would fit. So let me know if you would like me to add that!
Summary: Your Buckys catsitter, and well, maybe Alpine isn't the only one you need to look after
Warnings: Bob
Masterlist
Walking up to the old Stark tower, come Avengers tower, come whatever the hell this was, was not how you were expecting to spend your Friday evening. Yet here you were. Alpine, Buckys cat, cuddled to your chest. Her harness was on and her lead in hand. But the cat was happy pressed against you. Purring contentedly as you narrated your thoughts to her.
"The things I do for your dad." You murmur to the cat, looking up at the towering skyscraper.
You had always been Buckys' go-to person when someone had to look after Alpine, I mean, what were friends for? But when he asked you to drop Alpine off here instead of his flat, you had been confused. But went through with his request anyway. You knew that Bucky wouldn't let anything bad happen to Alpine, and that meant, by extension, you. It was a close-run thing about who Alpine loved more, you or Bucky.
Heasitenly, you recheck the message that Bucky had sent you before stepping into the building and walking up to the lifts. Pressing the call button, you wait for one to arrive, anxiously stroking Alpines fur as you wait.
When a lift dings to tell you it has arrived, you step in. Pressing the floor Bucky had told you to, and feeling as if it takes you up.
When the lift comes to a stop, you step out into the seemingly deserted building.
"Hello." You call out hesitantly. "Bucky!" You call a bit louder this time as Alpine jumps out of your arms, landing on the ground. But still, you make sure to keep hold of her lead. Not quite trusting this strange environment.
But only silence greets you, and then the sound of shuffling feet has you turn to see a man heading in your direction, well, more like shuffling hesitantly in your direction.
"Hello?" You greet the strange person. But their eyes are firmly set on Alpine as they shuffle towards her before bending down to give the cat some fuss.
You wait for a few moments as they give Alpine some fuss before finally butting in.
"Excuse me," You call softly. Casing their head to suddenly turn to you, looking sheepish. "You wouldn't know where Bucky is by any chance." For a moment, you feel like you are going to get lost in his eyes. But you shake yourself out of it.
"Oh, sorry," the stranger murmurs, a hand coming up to fiddle with the cuffs of his sweater. "Bucky got called out last minute, but he warned me you would be coming around. he told me to tell you that he will be back soon. You can wait if you want, or you can leave Alpine with me." The stranger murmurs.
"I take it that means that you are Bob, then," you murmur. Leaning down to unclip Alpine's lead, giving her the space to roam if she wants to. Not that it looks as if she wants to go anywhere with Bob giving her fuss, so you also croach down storing the spoiled cat.
"Oh," Bob murmurs, not looking at you as he instead looks at Alpine. "You know who I am?"
"Bucky mentioned you." You admit with a shrug, also looking at Alpine instead of the man opposite you.
"What did he say?" Bob asks. Somehow, his voice seems almost even quieter, with a hesitant edge to it, as if he doesn't truly want to know what Bucky has to say about him.
"Not much." You admit truthfully. "After the attack on New York, I called him to make sure he was alright. I had seen him on the news, but I wanted to make sure he was really alright, you know. He told me some of what went down. Told me bits and pieces, I know he wants to tell me the whole story, but it's not the sort of thing you say over the phone. Then, when it came to dropping Alpine off, he mentioned that you may be around."
"That's all?" Bob murmurs, half glancing towards you, as if he wants to look at you but can't bring himself to.
"Pretty much," you shrug. "Why? Is there something else he should have told me?" You question before pausing. "You aren't allergic to cats, are you?"
"No." Bob blurts out suddenly, and you don't know which of your questions he is answering. "I mean no," Bob murmurs. "No to all of them."
"That's good." You nod. "It would be a bit awkward if you were allergic to cats, given Alpine is going to be loving with you.
"What about you?" Bob murmurs. "Do you live with Bucky and Alpine?"
"Oh no." You laugh. "Just an old friend. Well, not that old, given how old Bucky is. But I have been a friend of his for quite a while. Steve introduced us to each other. Brings back memories being back at this place."
At that Bob finally looks up at you, he hesitates, looking as if he is going to say something, but before he can pluck up the corage you can here the sound of the lift going of, filled by the sound of the doors opening and overlaping voices greet you as the others emerge from the lift. All talking over each other about something or another.
But at the sight of you and Bob crouched down to the ground giving fuss to a snow white cat, all conversation halts.
"Alpine!" Bucky call, grinning as he spots his cat. Alpine has also spotted Bucky stands up, running at him, before she throws herself at him. The man catches her effortlessly as he cradles her to his chest, giving her fuss.
"Who are you?" A woman with bleached blond hair standing next to Bucky asks, her accent thick.
Standing up, you hesitantly wave at the group, telling them your name. "I'm an old friend of Buckys and sometimes cat sit for him." You pause for a moment, hesitant before you carry on. "I also have Nat's cat." You murmur. "Liho. She used to leave her with me." At the mention of Nat, both the woman you're assuming to be Yelena and an older man's heads snap to look at you, their eyes intent. "I was going to bring her as well, but she was determined she didn't want to come." With their eyes intent on you, you can't help but carry on rambling. "I can bring her around if you want to meet her." You finally offer a trial.
"Yes," the older man nods. "That would be good." His accent also thick.
"I'm going to go now." You announce feeling awkward. "Call me if you need any more cat sitting," you tell Bucky. Edging around the imposing crowd as you make a bid for the lifts.
"Wait. A voice called, forcing you to stop and turn around. All eyes have now turned to Bob as he seems to shrink under their gaze. "Do you maybe want to stay?" Bob murmurs. "You could stay for supper."
"Oh," you murmured, a little surprised at the sudden request. Turning to look at Bucky, not sure what to do. But you can see him already nodding. Agreeing with Bob's suggestion. "I would love to." You start before trialling of, "It's just that I have some things I need to do, and then I will need to get back to Liho." You murmur.
"Oh," Bob deflates a little, taking what you have said as a not ever, when in fact it is a not now.
"That doesn't mean I would want to come for dinner some night." You amend quickly. "Just not tonight."
Bob seems to perk up a little at that, as everyone else just seems to carry on, staring at you. Well, everyone but Bucky, who had gone back to giving Alpine fuss.
"I'm going to go now," you murmur, making a bid for freedom. You end up practically running out of the Avengers Tower. Rushing out into the street, you know you have safely blended into the crowd.
You truly did mean your offer, you would love to stay for the supper. But tonight was not the night for it. Not least because you hadn't had the time to mentally prepare for it.
When Bucky had asked if you could pet sit Alpine, you had thought absolutely nothing of it. It was rather a common that you had to look after the snow white cat.
When he had asked if you could come to the Avengers tower to look after Alpine, you hadn't thought that much of it. Poor Alpine had just moved to a new home with new people. It would make sense that Bucky would want her to get used to that new environment.
What had made you suspicious, however, was Buckys' insistence that he had left instructions on the counter that you had to read. You had pet-sat Alpine enough times that you knew her as well as you knew your own cat. For heaven's sake, Alpine was practically your second cat.
But no, Bucky had some new instructions you just had to read, and being the trusting person that you were, you just chalked it up to being instructions about the new location. When to take the bins out. That sort of thing.
So you packed up the clothes you would need for the week he was going to be away. Also, packing up all of Liho's things.
Then, when everything was finally ready, you headed across to the Avnerger towers. From what Bukcy had told you, he had given Alpine breakfast before leaving that morning. So you were arriving an hour or two later.
When you get into the complex, the doors to the lift open. Silence greets you as you step out into the main room, but you can't see anyone or anything around.
"Alpine!" You call gently as you make your way into the kitchen. At your words, you can hear a soft thump followed by hurried paws as Alpine rushes to make her way to you.
Liho is still half asleep, swaddled in a pappus, so you open your other arm up to Alpine, who happily leaps into it. Purring as you cradle her.
Then, with two cats, one in each arm, you turn to read the instructions that Bucky had left you.
The instructions start normally enough. How the hob works, when to take the bins out, how the heating works and all those sorts of things. There are then a few comments on where Alpine likes to sleep, in case you can't find her. Then, when you turn that page, you can see that the title is simply: Bob.
Which confuses you? As far as you were aware, Bucky had gotten another cat, and if he had, why would he give it the same name as his teammate and the person that he lived with? But still you read his instructions, and as you read them, you feel more and more sorry for this poor cat.
When you get to the end, you fold the piece of paper up. Tuck it in your pocket before you head off around the facility. Two cats are still cradled to you as you go.
"Bob!" You call softly so as not to startle the cat.
What you were not expecting was for Bob the human to suddenly sit up on the sofa he had obviously been lying down on. His sudden appearance startles you. But somehow you remain upright and with both cats still in your arms.
Bob seems equally startled to see you as you both stare at each other with wide eyes for a moment.
"What are you doing here?" Bob suddenly asks before his eyes widen again. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that." He rushed to amend, but you assured him it was all right.
"I'm cat sitting." You explain to him. Gently lifting Alpine up in your arms. "Though I have yet to meet Buckys' new cat."
"New cat?" Bob questions, looking confused.
"Yeah," you nod. "He left me a note about him." You explain as you pull the note from your pocket. Holding it out to Bob.
Tentatively, Bob takes the paper from your outstretched hand
You watch him as he reads it. His face changes as he gets further down the paper.
"Uh," Bob murmurs. "I think that's me."
"Oh," you murmur, not suddenly making sense. "I'm going to kill Bucky." You murmur, your head dropping down to land on Lihos head as the cat meows at you.
Bob seems to take your reaction the wrong way.
"You don't need to stay if you don't want to." He rushes to assure you. "I can look after Alpine for you."
"Nope," You shake your head. "It looks like I have two cats and a human to look after."
With that, you deposit both cats onto Bob's lap. "Now, when did you last eat a proper meal?"
Bob pauses. Taken aback by your words, he strokes the cats. But then you can see as he starts to think about your questions.
"Well, that's answer enough, you tell him. Turning your head towards the kitchen, any allergies or dietary restrictions?" You call over your shoulder.
"Uh, no?" Bob calls back.
"Perfect." You call over your shoulder before you step into the kitchen.
Now, maybe when you had first entered the Avengers, you hadn't been expecting to have to look after two cats and a human. But you weren't going to leave Bob alone in the tower by himself. Who knows, maybe the company may do him a little bit of good.
But that wasn't to say you were going to kill Bucky when he got home.
So this is a v specific mick request if you fancy writing it also all over the place lol excuse my adhd brain Reader is a micks childhood bestie super close with some mutual pining vibes. Visits for races, qualifies as a physiotherapist and since garages are nearby mick pulls strings to help her get a job as a physio for George Russell when he starts at Williams so they can see eachother during races. Reader moves to Mercedes w George and ends up seeing less of mick partying more with Lew and George getting closer like older brother bestie vibes. Being at the same parties with some jealousy and mick trying to get back at you speaking to other girls but you’re having too much fun. Then spending some time together cuddles and reassurance being sad about him not having a seat seeing less of eachother. Maybe he catches up with reader at a party the following year and either angst or fluffy reunion with confessions of feelings?
I am so sorry for how long this has taken. For some reason, I just couldn't get the motivation for it, but finally, finally, it has been written! So I hope you enjoy it, even if it is long overdue!
Request: So this is a v specific mick request if you fancy writing it also all over the place lol excuse my adhd brain Reader is a micks childhood bestie super close with some mutual pining vibes. Visits for races, qualifies as a physiotherapist and since garages are nearby mick pulls strings to help her get a job as a physio for George Russell when he starts at Williams so they can see eachother during races. Reader moves to Mercedes w George and ends up seeing less of mick partying more with Lew and George getting closer like older brother bestie vibes. Being at the same parties with some jealousy and mick trying to get back at you speaking to other girls but you’re having too much fun. Then spending some time together cuddles and reassurance being sad about him not having a seat seeing less of eachother. Maybe he catches up with reader at a party the following year and either angst or fluffy reunion with confessions of feelings?
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A/N: This fic is also rather long overdue! But I hope you enjoy it
Masterlist
Mick had been a constant in your life, always there for you. The first to celebrate your wins and the first to consol you for your losses.
So, when you finally become a licensed physiotherapist, Mick has a front seat at your graduation. He deserved it, having been there at every stage of the process with you.
When you come to see him. He has a beaming smile on his face and mischief in his eyes as he holds out the envelope for you.
“What's this?” you question him sceptically, taking the paper from his hold.
"You'll have to open it to find out," he teases you, an easy grin spreading across his face.
So do you. Pulling the letter open as you take a piece of paper out. Unfolding it, you read it. Yoru's eyes flick across the page as you read it.
"No way." You murmur as you re-read the words, unable to believe what they say. "No way." You repeat.
"Yes way." Mick grins. a beaming smile, happy to be the source of your happiness.
"No way." You repeat again as you re-read the piece of paper. "I'm going to be George Russsles' physiotherapist." You clarify. "How did you do it?"
"Well, you know." Mick shrugs, red dusting his cheeks. "Pulled a few strings, asked a few people. But when they said you were graduating, they were more than happy to take you on. Figured it would be nice to have you in the paddock and so close." He tells you. His hand rubs the back of his neck. "Figured it would be nice to be able to see you more." He tells you.
You lung at him, wrapping your arms around him in a bone-crushing hug.
"You're amazing." You murmur into his ear. Oblivious to the shiver that runs down his body at the feeling of your warm breath so close to his ear.
"Anything for you." He murmurs back, holding you close to him.
Your job with George at Williams had been the best thing that ever happened to you. Life was perfect, or as close to perfect as you could ask.
You loved your job, getting to do what you were passionate about, you worked with amazing people and got to be part of the travelling circus that was F1, getting to see Mick more then you used to.
The only thing that could make your life even better would be Mick. You loved him. Always had, and sometimes when you lay in bed awake at night you imagend a life were you told him your fealing for him and he actually retuend them.
But you knew he didn't feel the same, and you weren't willing to destroy your friendship on a what if. You squashed the feelings. Living your life as it was.
Even if that meant getting dragged partying by George, who was determined to find you someone, George was like your annoying brother. You where inseparable, the more thought of dating him, made you both turn green.
When George finally got promoted to Mercedes, you went with him because, of course, you did. You two couldn't imagine a world in which you weren't his psychotherapist.
But then it all came crashing down. Mick had lost his seat with HAAS. The American outfit no longer wanting him to drive for them. Your heart had broken for him. But the world had carried on spinning and you still had your job at Mercades, a job you wouldn't have if it wasn't for Mick.
But then, suddenly, it was him joining you at races as he came out as part of the Mercades outfit. Coming out as their reserve driver. But something in your relationship had changed; something had become broken, the relationship becoming stilted as you went out to celebrate the team.
Getting dragged onto the dance floor by Geroge, the two of you danced. Trying out your own awful dance moves on each other as you laughed. Even if George was also not so subtly trying to set you up with different guys. But that he wasn't having much success.
Each time George would point at a different guy, your gaze would flicker back to the blond-haired German sitting in the corner. Nursing his glass.
But this time when you turned, he was gone. Worried, you scan the room to find him chatting with some pretty girl. His body moves into her space as he seems to be flirting with her, and for a moment, your heart stutters in your chest. But then you brush past it. He could flirt with whom he wanted to flirt with, and you weren't going to let it ruin your evening.
So you turn back to George, your back to Mick, and you dance. You dance all night long, till your feet ache and the music ends. beaucse Mick be damed you are going to have fun.
You and Mick seem to only inexplicably drift further and further apart. He hardly comes to races these days. Busy doing his own thing, and you are so busy with your own life that you don't notice as he slips through your fingers.
That is, until Mick seems to decide to take fate into his own hands
It's a rare day off for you. No F1 race and no work that needs to be done. Having spent the morning making sure everything is ready for the coming weeks, you take a break. But just as you sit down, the doorbell goes off. Alerting you that you have a visitor.
Looking through the peephole, you are surprised to see the head of blond hair.
"Mick?" You question in surpies. Pulling the door open.
He breathes your name in responce as he takes you in. He looks at you as if he is a doomed man seeing salvation for the first time.
"Come in," you murmer. Holding the door open as he slips in past you. "What are you doing here?" You question as you watch him with wary eyes.
"I well. I." Mick starts stuttering as he suddenly looks around him as if he has no idea where he is or how he got there. "I." Mick murmured again, and you could hear the tears in his eyes.
Stepping forward, you wrap him up in your arms. Holding him close to you as his head drops into the crook of your neck.
"I've got you." You murmur, rubbing his back as you lead him to your sofa. "I've got you."
Mick sniffles again before seeming to muster what strength he has left.
"I love you." Mick blurts out. "I have for years now, and I didn't want to tell you. To scared to ruin our feindhsip. I got you that job in F1 so we could spend more time together, and we did. But then it got stressful, and I pulled away. You were having so much fun with George, and I didn't want to frag you down, and I felt so useless. Floundering and out of my depth, not just in the car but also in your life, so I tried to make you jealous, and you just didn't seem to care. I didn't know what to do, and then i was suddenly out of a seat and I didn't know what to do, you where of living your life and mine had just sliped from my fingers crashing on the ground, and how could you want a failure like me when you could have someone like Geroge. So I pulled away. I thought it would be less painful, but then it was more painful. I love you, and I can't live without you." Mick finishes. Staring up at you. His eyes are full of tears.
And you don't know what to say. Staring at him with wide eyes as you process all that he has said, reassessing your world view as you realise you have had it wrong all this time.
"I," You stutter, still processing all of it. "I."
Mick, as if sensing rejection, starts to pull away from you, but you won't let him go. Puling him to you.
"I love you too." You rush out. "I have always loved you, but I thought you would never feel the same way. That telling you would ruin our friendship, so I never said anything." You tell him.
"We are idiots." Mick murmers as he looked at you with wonder.
"We are idiots," you agree, laughing and then Mick is lunging forward and catching your lips with his, and finally, everything is perfect.
Summary: You finally admit to Dick how you feel about him
Warnings:
Masterlist
It was raining, cliche, you know. But when was it not raining in Gotham?
You and Dick were both stood in the streets alone as every other sensible person had taken shelter from the deluge.
"Why is this so hard for you?" Dick shouts. His hands are in the air as his shirt sticks to his skin.
"I'm scared." You scream back.
"Scared of what?" Dick questions.
"I’m scared that this will change everything." You shout.
"that's the point," Dick exclaims. "It has to change. It's going to change if you admit it or not. But whether it changes for the better or the worse is up to you."
"It's just, I. I'm scared." You admit. Your voice cracking as tears threaten to fall.
Dick softens his stance as he approaches you. Wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you into his warm body.
"It's okay to be scared." He assures you. "But sometimes we have to do things even if we are scared to do them."
Noding, you extract your head from the crook of his neck. Looking up at his blue eyes, you take a deep breath.
"Dick Grayson." You start. Your voice wobbling. But Dick just comforts you by rubbing circles on your back. "I like you." The words come out in a rush. But then you pause. "No, Dick Grayson, I love you."
The grin that splits Dicks face instantly makes you feel warm and loved.
"I love you too," Dick murmurs before his head swoops down. His lips catching yours in a kiss that is oh-so-sweet.
So maybe you had nothing to be scared of. But even so, it was oh so worth it for the feeling of Dicks body pressed up against you as he kisses you silly.
How did you do it? That's what people always wanted to know.
How did you charm the second son of the Ravkan king?
The honest answer: you had no clue. Trying to escape from your life of monotony, you had joined the Volkvolny. Becoming a member of Sturmhond's crew had given you the adventure and excitement that your life had previously been lacking, and well, it had just gone from there.
When you met him, he wasn't King Nikolai. He wasn't even Prince Nikolai Lantsove, Major of the Twenty-Second Regiment, Soldier of the King’s Army, Grand Duke of Udova, and second son to His Most Royal Majesty, King Alexander the Third. He had simply been Sturmhond, fabulous Pirate Privateer, and you were merely another one of his deckhands.
He had been endlessly charming as you made your way up the ranks to be his navigator. He had been endlessly flirty.
You had just thought that was how he was. So you had ignored his advances. Brushing him off at every turn. But he had been insistent. So, eventually, you had relented. When the Volkvolny docked into port, you had let him take you on a date, and well. That had been the beginning of the end for you.
Well, it had been the best decision of your life. Sturmhond, or as you now know, Nikolai, was nothing if not the perfect gentleman.
Pulling out your chair for you and being so unbelievably charming, you couldn't work out why you had brushed off his advances for so long.
And well, it had just snowballed from there. From going on dates on and off the ship to just spending more and more time together, it had been invertible that you and Nikolai would end up together.
So maybe you didn't charm the second son of the Ravkan king.
Maybe it was that the second son of the Ravkan king had charmed you, not the other way around.
You woke up with a start. Your heart hammering in your chest as sweat drenched your body.
"Finnick." you croaked. Your hands reach across the bed to him. But you couldn't feel him. The covers on his side of the bed were rumpled but cold.
Throwing yourself out of bed, you stumbled as you hit the ground. Racing through the house, you call his name.
Shouting it at the top of your lungs. Desperation fills your tone.
When you see that that backdoor is open, your heart nearly stops. Lunging for it, you barrel out. Coming across a startled-looking Finnick who is watching the sea.
"Finnick?" You crock. Sobbing as you throw yourself at him
Finnicks arms automatically circle you. Surrounding you in his warmth as he coas. Softly rocking you.
"What's wrong, my love?" Finick asks softly. His tone is soothing.
"I had a nightmare." You hiccupe, "and then when I woke up, you were gone."
"I'm here." Finnick soothes. His hand running up and down your back.
You just cling tighter to him. Your nose buried in his neck as you inhale the familiar scent of him, hoping that it could chase the demons that still clung to our skin even now.
You knew that Finnick would never leave you, not with ought a fight. And you knew that there was no one out there who would try and take him from you. Not anymore.
But still, on the bad days, you woke with a start. Terrified. Your past haunting you.
But each time this happens, Finnick will comfort you. Wrapping you in his embrace.
Just as when Finnick would wake up screaming, his own demons haunting him, you would also pull him into your embrace. Assuring him that you where there and that he was loved.
So maybe you where both a bit fragile and a bit broken. But your love for each other was not. your love for each other was stronger then the both of you. Your love was what would get the both of you through anything.
To be fair, you probably should have seen it coming. You knew what Kaz was like, even if he did try to deny it.
You should have guessed how this would get on his nerves. But equally. This was his idea. He was the one who told you that your job was to distract the mark. To look pretty and bat your eyelashes. So that was exactly what you had done.
But based on the way that Kaz's jaw was clenching, you were starting to wonder if maybe he was starting to regret this plan.
Thanks to keeping an eye on Kaz, you could see when he gave you the signal. With a subtle nod of your head, you turned to the mark. Making some excuse as to why you had to go before turning on your heel and leaving the mark dazed and confused behind you as you swished off.
You take a long route home. Making sure that there is no way that you are followed as you head back home to the slat.
When you get back, you head straight for your room. Pulling off the wig and taking off the disguise that you had been wearing.
Only when you are back to feeling like yourself do you venture out of your room and head up the stairs to where you know Kaz's office resides.
Knocking on the door, you wait, you know that he heard you coming, and you know that he is being petty by making you wait for a moment or two. But you are happy to play his game.
"Come in." You hear him call. Causing you to push the door open.
You can see Kaz sitting behind his desk. Studying some papers in front of him, he refuses to look at you as you approach his desk and flop down into the chair in front of him.
But you are content to wait. Leaning back in your chair, you get comfortable. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let your mind drift.
"The heist was a success," Kaz tells you after a long pause.
"I'm glad." Your eyes flutter open as you smile at him. "I take it the mark is none the wiser."
"Thanks to your distracting him." At that, Kaz's jaw seems to clench. "Inej was able to get in and out without anyone knowing."
"That's good," you tell him. Before pausing. "jealousy is a normal feeling. Just don’t let it consume you."
Kaz spullters for a moment. Unsure of what to say. "I'm not jealous." He manages to get out.
You don't say anything. Just watch his face as the muscle by his jaw ticks.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about." You assure him as you rise to your feet. "You have nothing to be jealous about. You're the only one." Then, with that you turn, leaving Kaz's office as you head down to the bar.
Leaving Kaz in his office, staring at where you had just disappeared from.
Summary: Bruces hugs are your favourite thing in the world
Warnings:
Masterlist
It wasn't that you were that short, persay. More that Bruce was just so damn tall.
But one of the upshots of this was his hugs. You loved hugging Bruce. When Bruce hugged you, he would have to bend down slightly so that practically all of his body encased you. You would always feel so safe and cocooned in his arms as he just held you into him.
When Bruce hugged you always felt completely safe from the world.
Nothing could hurt you when Bruce was hugging you.
"Bruce." You grumbled. Today had not been a good day and you just wanted a hug from your husband.
"Yes, Love?" Bruce asks teasingly. He knows exactly what the next words out of your mouth are going to be, and he loves it. He loves that you come to him for love, and he loves that you trust him so much.
"Can I have a hug?" You ask him. Spreading your arms wide as you invite him to come give you a hug.
"Of course." Bruce smiles, approaching you.
Bruce wrapped himself around you. Your head comes to rest on his chest just over his heart as his arms wrap around you. Completely engulfing you as his head comes to rest on the top of your head.
You love it because you can hear the steady beating of his heart. A heart that you know beats for you.
The two of you stay like that for a while. Just wrapped up in your love for each other.
You can feel your tension and stress from the day melt off your figure, leaving you feeling much more relaxed.
Bruce's hugs really were the best thing in the world.
Summary: Nikolai fails to plan a heist, you step in
Warnings:
Masterlist
Stood on board the Volkvolny, your hands where on your hips, and there was a scowl on your face.
Nikolai, on the other hand, looks far too proud of himself.
"This is not going to work." You warn him. "You have to be absolutely mad."
"Mad for you." Nikolai winks, and you are suddenly gripped by the urge to slap him.
"Nikolai." You seath.
"What?" He asks innocently.
"This may just be the worst plan you have ever come up with." You tell Nikolai.
Nikolai opens his mouth as if he is going to argue for a moment. But with the glare that you are sending him, he wisely closes his mouth.
"What happens if they come back earlier?" You ask.
"Then we’re screwed." Nikolai shrugs.
"Nikolai." You admonish. Your head dropping into your hand.
"Okay, so maybe it isn't my best plan," Nikolai admits.
"You think?" You exclaim.
"It's not that bad." Nikolai defends.
You don't say anything just glaring at Nikolia again. "Can you not just pay someone to do it for you?" You question.
"But my reputation!" Nikolai swoons.
"Your Sturmhond." You tell him. "Scourge of the True Sea. No one is expecting you to break in and steal anything."
"Which is exactly why we should do it!" Nikolai exclaims.
"Think how badly it would damage your reputation when we get caught."
"What do you mean 'when'?" Nikolai protests.
"When," you tell him. "not if."
"Fine," Nikolai grumbles. "How much do you think it would cost to get someone to steal it for us?"
"Give me the blueprints and 3 hours, and let me see if I can come up with something better then you." You tell Nikolai.
"That sounds like a challenge." Nikolai flirts. "What do I get if you win?"
"You get what we are trying to steal." You tell him. "Now get out."
"Yes, ma'am." Nikolai salutes, winking as he walks out the door.
Dropping your head into your hands, you groan. What was it with this man and being the bane of your existence?
When Nikolai comes back to see how you have gotten on, your feet are resting on his desk as you swing back on your chair.
"So?" Nikolai prompts.
"Easy as pie." You tell him. Swinging your legs off the desk as you drop your chair back onto all four of its legs. "Don't know how you missed it." You tell Nikolai.
Looking down at the papers spread out in front of you, you miss the fond look on his face as he looks down at you.
"Nikolai." You snap. "Are you paying attention?"
"Of course I am!" Nikolai defends himself as he finally starts paying attention to what you are saying.
