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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You Masterlist
When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure. Knowing that a rodeo is in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers. All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 ⭐COMPLETE⭐
A/N: this story is going to have themes of cheating, growing up, growing apart, feeling like something is taking your place in your relationship, and also have smut. Please read ALL warnings before each chapter. Minors DNI
#closer to heaven and closer to you#bull rider!Frank Adler#bull rider!steve rogers#bull rider!bucky barnes#soft!ransom drysdale
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Following Team Orders - Emilia Romagna
Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams
Summary: Olivia Williams is Formula One royalty. Her father is a racing legend and all Liv wants is to be one of only six women in the world to have raced in the most elite racing division in the world. When she finally gets the chance, she has to not only take on a male dominated sport, but her past, her teammate and a life beyond the track that she was not ready for. She just has to follow team orders but what happens when one man challenges her on and off the racing line...
Word Count: 2.1K
Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean)
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Steve was grabbing at bite at the track café in Emilia, minding his own business. He was scrolling on his phone with an annoying voice interrupted his peaceful morning. “Hey Rogers!”
Steve rolled his eyes but then looked up at Johnny Storm. “Storm.”
“How you feeling about the track?” Johnny popped a grape in his mouth.
“No grip but what can you expect after all the rain they have gotten here?” Steve shrugged.
“Well, hopefully…” Johnny stopped at the roar of a bike coming into the paddock. The rider parked and climbed off before pulling off their helmet and a tumble of dark curls fell out. She shook her hair and then turned.
Steve sucked in a breath. Olivia didn’t see, or if she did, she didn’t acknowledge the men around her. She confidently walked towards the Red Bull garage, unzipping her leather jacket, revealing a red crop top, showing off just a flash of skin. Dark jeans and black boots completed her outfit. Steve couldn’t look away from how effortlessly beautiful she was. Storm whistled under his breath.
“Hot damm! That girl is going to be the death of someone. Holy shit. Racer, biker, model,” Johnny licked his lips, smoking hot. “Bellissima as some of the locals would say.” (Beautiful)
Steve felt his temper grow. “Fuck off Storm. Leave her alone.”
Johnny turned to Steve with a cocky smile. “What Rogers? You interested?”
“Of course not. She’s my teammate.”
“Then she’s fair game. Excuse me.” Johnny took off in Olivia’s direction.
Steve seethed. Johnny Storm was a playboy. The love them and leave them type. Which wasn’t to say that he wasn’t either but there was something about Olivia that he wanted to protect. After her outburst, he tried to make either neutral or encouraging comments towards her. She was trying to accomplish something no woman has ever done. Win in Formula One. His feelings had to come second. She was doing her job, racing and helping him win.
But it doesn’t mean he never thought of what it would be like to have her under him, feeling her soft skin, listening to her moans as he worked over her.
“Fuck.”
The novelty of Liv being a female in F1 hadn’t wore off and she was on her fifth interview of the day with the Italian press. Being linguistically apt had its advantages as she flawlessly went through interview after interview. As the final one was wrapping up, Liv noticed a person standing in the background and she tried not to cringe. She hoped to move fast after the interview but no such luck.
“Didn’t think you were that desperate, Livie.” She didn’t acknowledge Ransom as she gathered her things. “I’m talking to you, Love Bug.”
“Don’t call me that,” she said as she finally looked up.
“What’s a matter? The old nickname gets you hot and bothered?”
“No more like it makes my skin crawl.” She slung her pack onto her back, “what do you want Hugh?”
Ransom narrowed his eyes. “Don’t call me that.” He gave her a once over before continuing. “I just wanted to know why you’re here.”
“In this room, the track, what?”
“Here, in Formula One. That desperate to come back to me?”
Liv scoffed. “You wish. I want you back like I want a rash. Excuse me.”
He grabbed her arm. “C’mon Liv. You know you miss me. You know you want to come back.”
Olivia shook her arm from his grasp. “I wouldn’t go back to you even if they paid me, Hugh.”
Fire passed in Ransom’s cold blue eyes. “At least I don’t have to treat on daddy’s name to get anywhere Olivia.”
“My father has nothing to do with me being here. I got here on talent alone.”
“With your mouth, I’m sure. See you around Love Bug.” He cackled as he walked away.
Liv’s eyes were swimming with tears. Was that what everyone was really thinking? That she was here on the coattails of her father or that she slept her way through the team? She brushed away the tears and headed to her trailer. She kept her head down, not wanting to look at anyone before she slammed into what felt like a brick wall. “Shit!” she squeaked as she headed towards the ground.
Solid arms held her before she hit the ground and she looked up to see the smug face of one Steve Rogers. He took in her red rimmed eyes and couldn’t stop himself. “What’s a matter princess? Break a nail?”
At that, Liv’s resolve broke. “Fuck you!” She pulled herself away from him.
“Whoa. Hostile much?”
Liv couldn’t stop herself. All she was seeing was red. “I am sick and tired of hearing all you fuck boy racers speak. You don’t know what I’ve had to go through to be here and I’m tired. Just leave me the fuck alone!” She began to walk quickly to the trailer.
Steve chased after her. “Liv! Liv! Stop!” He grabbed her hand to stop her. “Livie, what happened?”
Liv couldn’t even acknowledge that he had called her by her nickname. “Nothing. Leave me alone.”
“Williams, look at me.” Her eyes focused on his. “Did someone say something to you?” She shook her head. “Talk to me, tell me who made you cry?”
“Why do you care? You already wrote me off.”
It started to register that there was only one person who could have sent Olivia in this direction. It was no secret that she and Drysdale had a past. Most had assumed that they would marry eventually until suddenly it was over, and Olivia stayed away from Formula One for the last few years. It was the main reason Steve hadn’t recognized her the first time. She had really changed herself when she was with him, going blonde, dressing provocatively. “Was Drysdale here? Did he say something to you?”
“You don’t care so what does it matter? Please just let me have some dignity and let me go. Please.” The final word coming out as a whisper.
Steve’s POV
Steve let her go and she almost ran to her trailer. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. The last thing he needed was for Drysdale to fuck up his team with his shitty attitude towards Liv. He headed to the Mercedes garage, fuming. He saw his target and moved in. “Stay away from her.”
“Away from who Rogers?” Ransom smirked at the anger forming on Steve’s face.
“Olivia. Stay away from her and my team.”
“Or what?”
“Don’t tempt me Drysdale. We all know. We all saw what you did to her the last time. So I will say it one more time. Stay away from my teammate.”
“You sound very overprotective,” Ransom mocked. “You tap that Rogers? She is good. With her mouth and while she bounces…”
“Shut the fuck up!” Steve’s eyes blazed and his expression stunned Ransom to step back. “I will only say this once. I am not sleeping with her, but I will protect her because she is a part of MY team. So, stay the fuck away!” He shoved him back. “Or I will end you.”
Liv’s POV
Back in the trailer, Liv slammed the door closed and curled up into herself on the couch. How much more of this could she take? When she heard the door open, she turned away and wiped at her face.
“Bug?”
She turned to see Frank there. “Livie, what happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit, Liv. Tell me,” Frank pleaded.
She looked into the eyes of her best friend and just started to sob. Frank pulled her into his arms, running a hand over her hair and her back. He let her get it out, rocking her back and forth. When she quieted to small hiccups, he asked again. “Bug, what happened?”
“Ransom,” she whispered.
“Son of a bitch! What did he say?”
“He said I was sleeping my way into a driver’s seat. Said I was using Dad to get here. That I wanted to go back to him. Frankie, is that what people think?”
“No Bug, no, that’s not what the important people think. C’mon, you know I don’t think that and neither does Bucky or Tony or Andy. Hell, even Steve doesn’t think that. Liv, you are an amazing driver and if Drysdale doesn’t see that, then he never knew you.”
Liv clutched as Frank’s shirt as Bucky came in. “Liv?”
“She’s ok. Drysdale,” Frank simply said.
Bucky nodded. “We have practice in 30, its time to start stretching.”
“Ok,” came the muffled reply. She lifted her head. “Just give me five.” She moved into the bathroom.
Frank and Bucky let her be and headed into the garage. “That asshole broke her the last time,” Frank said.
“Let’s just make a plan not to leave her all the way alone, ok? She should have security, but I can tell that would not go well,” Bucky replied.
“You’re right it wouldn’t.” Frank chuckled. “My best friend is stubborn.”
“She is at that. Among other things.” Bucky walked away, leaving Frank confused on the statement.
“Liv, you are 0.5 second behind Drysdale for 4th with 3 laps remaining.” Bucky’s voice was steady in her ear.
“Copy.”
“You ok?” Concern was now laced in it.
“Focused, boss man. Steve ok?”
“The spin cost him, but he has 4 second over Drysdale for 3rd.”
“Copy.”
Liv has been focused on the race. Even in light rain, the track is super slippery. But it’s something Liv has practiced over and over. She can tell that Ransom is driving too cautiously and she smiles, knowing it’s her chance. They cross the starting line and now have two laps to go. She tails him but stays out of the spray. Halfway through, he slips and makes a tiny error, sliding the car and allowing Liv to slide in front of him.
“Great job Liv. One more lap.”
“Copy,” as she passes the line again. She can see Ransom in her mirrors, but he’s got no grip and he hesitate to step away from the dry line. Liv keeps it up, making no mistakes and crosses, finishing 4th.
“Great job Bug! P4.”
“Yes! Thank you, guys!” She slows and makes her way around to the pitlane to park. Bucky and Frank are waiting for her, hug and high fives all around. She sees Johnny lifting the first-place trophy with Lance Tucker in second and Steve in third. Liv does her post race stuff and when she turns to head to the garages, she bumps into someone. “I am so sorry.”
“It is fine, mademoiselle.” A young man holds her steady. “You did a fantastic job today.”
“Oh, thank you.” She flushed, taking in the man’s charmed. She quickly looked him over, dark hair, hazel eyes, goatee, he is handsome. “Sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. Olivia,” she offered her hand.
“Charles.” He took her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “I’m the replacement for Chase Collins.”
“Oh, yes, of course. How is he?”
“Doing better. Broken leg but he’ll be ok.” He flashed her a smile.
“Your accent? French?”
“Monaco. You are an American, yes?”
“Yes, California. Well, I should go get cleaned up. Press, you know.”
“Of course, it was nice to meet you, Olivia. I hope I get to see more of you around.” He kissed her hand again and she giggled.
“Same Charles.” She let go and turned to her trailer. Not really noticing the six-foot blonde who was watching her.
Steve grinded his teeth at the Monegasque making a move on Olivia. He needed to make a move with Olivia to keep her close. He caught up to her right before she made it to her door. “You did good Williams.”
Surprise was in her eyes when she looked up at Steve. “Uh, thanks.”
“No, seriously. I watched the replay of your overtake. It was smooth. I’m impressed.”
Liv’s face softens. “Thanks Rogers.” She turned to go inside.
“Call me Steve,” he offered a smile. “Maybe we can start over.” He held out his hand.
She looked at it curiously. But took it in her own. “Liv,” she replied. “I look forward to working with you Steve.” She giggled and Steve swore it was the sweetness sound he had ever heard.
“I’m sorry for before Liv.”
“Its ok. Sorry I slapped you.”
“Its ok. Deserved.”
“Well, I have to get cleaned up. See you later?”
“Yeah, see ya.” She walked away but turned back to look at him with a smile.
Steve ran a hand over his face. He was so screwed. But he smiled.
Small steps.
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OOC:
If youre checking out my muses page: PLEASE Ignore my blank muses. I am redoing everything and it’s in the works. Here are my muses in case you’re wondering and would like to know who they are. I do have another page of muses that is perfectly alright. If you’re wondering who they’re FCs are I will let you know too.
Noah Puckerman: (S1-6 or college).
Jake Puckerman: Womanizer of McKinley High School. Dancer/Singer.
Mason McCarthy: Twin brother to his sister Madison. He wishes that she would let him live his own life. He’s a cheerleader and singer.
Kitty Wilde: Head Bitch in Charge, her role model is Quinn Fabray. In Glee and a cheerleader.
Derek Hough: Lives to have fun and dance. Professional dancer on Dancing with the Stars. Passionate, Dedicated, and joker.
Kevin Matheson: Video game programmer, nerd, diligent, resourceful and sensible.
Brian Kinney: CEO of Kinnetik and owner of Babylon night club. Self-made millionaire. He will often put his foot in his mouth, and say things without thinking
Riley Matthews: Ball of energy. Outgoing and Bubbly. Loves her family and friends. Will try something new even if she fails.
Lucas Friar: Moved from Texas to New York. Champion bull rider, compassionate, intelligent, noble, athletic and a gentleman.
College FC for Lucas
Farkle Minkus: Boy genius. Nerd. Loves school. The teachers pet and he rather be studying than out partying with friends.
Ashton Irwin: Drummer for 5SOS. Aussie Native. Singer. Punk rocker, passionate.
Calum Hood: Bass player for 5SOS. Singer, Adventurous, Aussie
Luke Hemmings: Lead Singer, Guitar player for 5SOS. Dedicated and Aussie.
Michael Clifford: Vocals and Guitar player for 5SOS. Aussie, Punk rocker, joker, shy at times.
Harry Styles: . ¼ of One Direction. Singer plays piano and guitar. Cheeky, lovable, Baby Tarzan and curly.
Louis Tomlinson: Joker. ¼ of One Direction. Singer. Guitar player and Piano.
Liam Payne: ¼ of One Direction. Beatboxer, Singer, Batman (secretly) and Daddy Directioner. Lovable.Adorable, Puppy.
Niall Horan: Food lover. ¼ of One Direction. Drums, Singer, Guitar, Piano.
Zayn Malik: A former member of One Direction. The rapper, Singer, Doing my own thing, the tattoo artist.
Alec Lightwood: Shadowhunter, reserved, logical, charming, imaginative. Don’t mess with him. Overly protective of his sister and loved ones.
Billy Nutter: Punk, protective, impulsive, devoted, uncertain and sassy.
Nikko or Hunter Clarington: Singer, bad boy, adventurous, passionate and lives life to the fullest.
Oliver Queen: Athletic. The Green Arrow. Independent, Strong, hard-headed, stubborn and will do anything to save his family and friends.
Ethan Snow: Hard headed, bad boy with a soft side. Once his mind his made up, that’s it. He won’t budge.
Trinity White: Sweet, lovable, warm, singer and a bookworm. Can be hardheaded at times.
Evie: She will always be in the library, or with a book in her hand. She is very driven and passionate. Very intelligent.
Felicity Smoak: Team Arrow. Graduate of MIT and a hacker.
Caitlin Snow: Bio-engineer for S.T.A.R. Labs. Easily hurt so she guards herself and her heart. Killer Frost
Steve Rogers or AKA Captain America. Kicking ass and taking names. Loves to have a good time and joke around.
Clint Barton or AKA Hawkeye. Sneaks up on you if you’re not careful. Will kick your ass if you get on his bad side.
Cisco Ramon: Mechanical Engineer at S.T.A.R Labs. Intelligent, joker, laid back and Vibe.
Clary Fray: Promising art student, intelligent, guarded. Shadowhunter
Cole Pendery: Member of IM5. Dorky, a child at heart and very lovable. Cuddly panda.
Jackson Whitmore: Cocky, competitive, has a lovable side to him. On the lacrosse and swim team. (Verse: Roy from Arrow as well)
Lindy Sampson: Born in Chicago now lives in New York City. Works at NYPD in the Cyber Crimes Division. Hacker, MIT Drop out. Quick to take the blame.
Tommy Calligan: NYPD Detective with the Cyber Crimes Division. New York City born and raised. Witty, Smart and tough.
Jake Bolin: Aussie born and raised but moved to New York for job. Lawyer. Has a temper and will snap easily.
Gabe Morales: Member of IM5. Bad Boy but lovable too. Cocky.
Iris West: Daughter to Joe West. Journalist, Graduate Student. Witty, Passionate, easily will defend friends and family. Brother: Wally West.
Jace Wayland: Determined, narcissistic, expert Shadowhunter.
Connor Walsh: Law Student. Sly, Sexy, Smart, Narcissistic
Veronica Mars: Private Eye. Will accept any job that is offered to her. Dedicated to her work, family, friends and partners.
Oliver Hampton: Computer Nerd and hacker. Falls in love easily. Has to learn how to guard his heart.
Logan Echolls: Known as the resident bad boy of Neptune. Does not apply himself, smart, sarcastic attitude,tough exterior but troubled inside.
Grace: Gentle. Kind. Positive outlook on life. Surfer. Sweet.
Mack: Leader. Smart. Confident. Determined. Surfer. Singer.
Aiden: Passionate. Driven. A leader. Smart. Hardheaded
Simon: Intelligent. Finds humor in any situation. Loyal. Vampire or Human
Izzy Lightwood: Kick ass. Comfortable in her body. Keeps people in check. Breaks rules, will speak her mind.
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Raphael: Well-dressed. Handsome. Protective.
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Lydia: Driven. Bad ass. Vulnerable. Harsh.
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Magnus Bane: High Warlock. Glitter. Perfection.
Jason: Mechanic (Motorcycles)
Josh: Tattoo Artist.
Neal: Informant for FBI.
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Jess Mariano: Writer. Smart. Witty. Hot-headed/Temper
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Logan Huntzberger: Smart. Charming. Flirty.
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Ty: Your typical bad boy.
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Tyler: Closeted gay. Foster child. Dad is MIA and Mom is sick.
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Jude Kinkade: Vice President of Devils Basketball team
Zero or Gideon: Member of the Devils Basketball team.
Noel Kahn: Your typical charming guy with a bad side. Throws wild parties.
Wyatt Casey: Outsider. Likes to keep to himself mostly.
Diego: FBI Agent.
Barry Allen or Sebastian Smythe: Singer, Forensic scientist and Student
Danny: Hockey Player.
Mickey
Ian
Chelsea
Ben
Deran
Andrew
Jughead.
Jay
Thomas
Stiles
Ethan
Derek
Theo
Liam Dunbar
Corey
Mason
Pol. Student.
Buck: Firefighter.
Ricky
Carlos
Aria
Marley Or Kara
Chris
Moose:
Cami:
Sean or Eddie:
Andie:
Blaine Anderson:
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Desafio 100 grandes filmes pouco conhecidos: você assistiu no máximo 4 desta lista
Ainda que estejamos atentos às maiores premiações europeias e de Hollywood, alguns dos melhores filmes ainda escapam dos holofotes. A revista britânica “Empire”, especializada em cultura e entretenimento, reuniu 100 títulos que são fundamentais para o cinema, mas não são populares. Conte e nos diga quantos deles você já assistiu.
A história do cinema é marcada por ótimos filmes, clássicos que resistiram ao tempo e obras contemporâneas que mudaram a indústria cinematográfica. Ainda que estejamos atentos às maiores premiações europeias e de Hollywood, alguns dos melhores longas ainda escapam dos holofotes. A revista britânica “Empire”, especializada em cultura e entretenimento, reuniu 100 títulos que são fundamentais para o cinema, mas não são populares. Como o desafio da Empire só abrange longas lançados até 2007, adicionamos outros cinco mais recentes. Pela análise das obras, percebe-se que, provavelmente, pouquíssimas pessoas viram mais do que quatro entre os longas selecionados. Para participar do desafio, basta contabilizar e nos contar quantos destes você já assistiu.
1 — O Abraço da Serpente (2015), Ciro Guerra
2 — Sono de Inverno (2014), Nuri Bilge Ceylan
3 — Amantes Eternos (2013), Jim Jarmusch
4 — O Garoto de Bicicleta (2011), Irmãos Dardenne
5 — Biutiful (2010), Alejandro González Iñárritu
6 — A Proposta (2005), John Hillcoat
7 — Beijos e Tiros (2005), Shane Black
8 — Hard Candy (2005), David Slade
9 — Nascidos em Bordéis (2004), Zana Briski e Ross Kauffman
10 — Primer (2004), Shane Carruth
11 — O Agente da Estação (2003), Tom McCarthy
12 — Camelos Também Choram (2003), Byambasuren Davaa
13 — Easy Riders, Raging Bulls (2003), Kenneth Bowser, Jr.
14 — Stander (2003), Bronwen Hughes
15 — Tarnation (2003), Jonathan Caouette
16 — O Americano Tranquilo (2002), Phillip Noyce
17 — The Eye: A Herança (2002), Oxide Pang Chun e Danny Pang Phat
18 — Minha Viagem à Itália (2001), Martin Scorsese
19 — American Movie (1999), Chris Smith
20 — O Estranho (1999), Steven Soderbergh
21 — Uma História Real (1999), David Lynch
22 — Carne Trêmula (1998), Pedro Almodóvar
23 — As Confissões de Henry Fool (1997), Hal Hartley
24 — Kiss or Kill (1987), Bill Bennett
25 — Na Companhia de Homens (1997), Neil LaBute
26 — Angel Baby (1995), Michael Rymer
27 — Cidadão X (1995), Chris Gerolmo
28 — Estranhos Prazeres (1995), Kathryn Bigelow
29 — Ricardo III (1995), Richard Loncraine
30 — Safe (1995), Todd Haynes
31 — Tempo de Decisão (1995), Noah Baumbach
32 — E a Vida Continua (1993), Roger Spottiswoode
33 — The Secret Adventures of Tom Thumb (1993), Dave Borthwick
34 — Fervura Máxima (1992), John Woo
35 — In the Soup (1992), Alexandre Rockwell
36 — Lanternas Vermelhas (1991), Zhang Yimou
37 — Alucinações do Passado (1990), Adrian Lyne
38 — Death in Brunswick (1990), John Ruane
39 — Jogo Perverso (1990), Kathryn Bigelow
40 — King of New York (1990), Abel Ferrara
41 — Um Tiro de Misericórdia (1990), Phil Joanou e Michael Lee Baron
42 — The Killer: O Matador (1989), John Woo
43 — Alice (1988), Jan Švankmajer
44 — As Aventuras do Barão de Münchausen (1988), Terry Gilliam
45 — Eles Vivem (1988), John Carpenter
46 — Miracle Mile (1988), Steve De Jarnatt
47 — O Soro do Mal (1988), Frank Henenlotter
48 — Coração Satânico (1987), Alan Parker
49 — Ground Zero (1987), Michael Pattinson e Bruce Myles
50 — Hidden: O Escondido (1987), Jack Sholder
51 — O Limite da Traição (1987), Walter Hill
52 — Travelling North (1987), Carl Schultz
53 — Apartamento Zero (1986), Martin Donovan
54 — When the Wind Blows (1986), Jimmy T. Murakami
55 — A Traição do Falcão (1985), John Schlesinger
56 — Depois de Horas (1985), Martin Scorsese
57 — Garota Sinal Verde (1985), Rob Reiner
58 — Minha Vida é um Desastre (1985), Savage Steve Holland
59 — Screamplay (1985), Rufus Butler Seder
60 — Terra Tranquila (1985), Geoff Murphy
61 — Viver e Morrer em Los Angeles (1985), William Friedkin
62 — Gosto de Sangue (1984), Ethan e Joel Cohen
63 — Repo Man: A Onda Punk (1984), Alex Cox
64 — Ruas de Fogo (1984), Walter Hill
65 — Na Hora da Zona Morta (1983), David Cronenberg
66 — O Selvagem da Motocicleta (1983), Francis Ford Coppola
67 — Strange Invaders (1983), Michael Laughlin
68 — Videodrome: A Síndrome do Vídeo (1983), David Cronenberg
69 — O Enigma de Outro Mundo (1982), John Carpenter
70 — Tron: Uma Odisseia Eletrônica (1982), Steven Lisberger
71 — Diva: Paixão Perigosa (1981), Jean-Jacques Beineix
72 — Enigma na Estrada (1981), Richard Franklin
73 — Falcões da Noite (1981), Bruce Malmuth
74 — Um Tiro na Noite (1981), Brian De Palma
75 — Colossus (Colossus: The Forbin Project) (1980), Joseph Sargent
76 — Uma Espécie em Extinção (1980), Art Linson
77 — Liberdade Condicional (1978), Dustin Hoffman e Ulu Grosbard
78 — Pumping Iron (1977), George Butler e Robert Fiore
79 — Assalto ao 13º DP (1976), John Carpenter
80 — Prelúdio Para Matar (1975), Dario Argento
81 — The Bullet Train (1975), Junya Sato
82 — Último Golpe (1974), Michael Cimino
83 — The Taking of Pelham One Two Three (1974), Joseph Sargent
84 — Westworld: Onde Ninguém Tem Alma (1973), Michael Crichton
85 — O Círculo Vermelho (1970), Jean-Pierre Melville
86 — O Topo (1970), Alejandro Jodorowsky
87 — Andrei Rublev (1969), Andrei Tarkovsky
88 — Week End (1967), Jean-Luc Godard
89 — Alphaville (1965), Jean-Luc Godard
90 — A Batalha de Argel (1965), Gillo Pontecorvo
91 — A Décima Vítima (1965), Elio Petri
92 — O Leopardo (1963), Luchino Visconti
93 — Vendedor de Ilusões (1962), Morton DaCosta
94 — Os Inocentes (1961), Jack Clayton
95 — O Incrível Homem que Encolheu (1957), Jack Arnold
96 — O Homem Errado (1956), Alfred Hitchcock
97 — Os Cinco Mil Dedos do Dr. T (1953), Roy Rowland
98 — A Rua sem Nome (1948), William Keighley
99 — Casei-Me com uma Feiticeira (1942), René Clair
100 — O Atalante (1934), Jean Vigo
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Canadian Girl
Chapter Fourteen
Previous Chapter
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 5906
Warnings: Discussion of past abusive relationship, violence, swearing, stereotyping of Canadians (I’m allowed, I am one)
It was the last day of CFR. Though they’d seen more of rodeo than any one of them had ever wanted to, it had also been more fun than expected.
Steve had stuck close to Kennedy, watchful for Carl, but the man had kept his distance.
With the way the three of them scowled at him anytime Kennedy’s ex came around, it didn’t surprise Bucky none. Still, something about the lingering glares he set on Kennedy gave Bucky a bad feeling. He made sure when Steve wasn’t with her, he was.
The area behind the chutes was either brimming with energy and activity or completely laid back. Bucky had been asked more than once if he was riding as he perpetually wore his glove, but he would just smile and shrug, make up an excuse about having suffered a burn which left it overly sensitive, hence the covering.
Everyone would just smile and nod, understanding in their eyes. A few times someone would lift a shirttail or pull up a pant leg to show their own nasty wounds where they’re gotten raked or gored by a bull. By the end of the week, Bucky had decided the cowboys were either bat crap crazy, or some tough sons of bitches. Maybe a bit of both.
It was surprisingly easy to blend in, too. He’d denied being that Bucky a few times, had Nat call him James a few more, and soon the rest of the crews and cowboys behind the chutes got into the habit of denying it for him when new people would ask.
The same went for Steve as Kennedy religiously called him Steven. People brushed it all off as coincidence because, really, why in the world would three Avengers be wandering around at the Canadian Finals Rodeo?
Now, the last day, Jonas’s bull Cyclone was up to be ridden. The big Brahma was an ornery fuck, and Kennedy’s dad had asked if he’d lend a hand. They’d formed a wary truce, he and that asshole bull.
Kennedy, too, was up on the chutes a little farther down.
Rank ass Cyclone was going to be the first bull out, but the broncs weren’t quite done yet.
She was helping Matt deal with one who wanted to rear up and not turn out of the gate. Apparently, she and the bronc had an understanding which involved carrots for good behaviour or some such nonsense. Whatever it was, it was working.
Steve and Nat were on the ground watching but stayed back out of the way. Near Cap’s feet was a large black canvas bag, round, used to haul lariats, but low and behold if it didn’t perfectly fit Cap’s shield.
Kennedy had found it for him at the Expo which was also on and picked it up.
It had made Bucky chuckle, but Steve always felt better if he had his circle of protection with him. And no one said a damn thing about a guy wandering around packing something like that.
Kennedy was just so damn perfect for him. She wasn’t some tough warrior princess. She was girl next door sweet and suited Cap.
The man was a protector. He needed a woman who needed that from him.
When the bull caused a ruckus, he reached into the chute, gave a horn a hard jerk and glared into that angry dark eye. “Cut it out.”
Glancing back towards Matt and Kenny, he watched her place a calm hand on the broncs nose as the rider settled.
A rapid nod from the rider and the gate swung open.
The Doc gave the horse’s head a shove.
Finally, the bronc broke out to buck and jump and kick wildly. Looked like carrots were on the menu tonight.
Eight seconds went by, and the pickup men ran up alongside the rider who used one to slide to the ground where he threw his hat in the air, waving to the cheering crowd.
Beside him, Bucky heard one of the old-timers murmur about the best ride of the night. Sure enough, he’d picked up top marks.
The more clanging metal had him looking down the chutes. The inner dividers were opening to allow the bulls to load their way into the individual pens.
He looked back at Cyclone who just stood there. “Well?”
The bull snorted.
Bucky reached inside, jerking on that horn again, encouraging Cyclone to move along.
He banged his horns into the metal of the pen and charged down the chutes.
“Ornery bastard,” he muttered. Sauntering along the walkway, Bucky made his way towards Kennedy, watching as Matt headed down the stairs and away towards the pens to check on the bronc while the big Brahma ended up in the pen nearest the Doc and proceeded to throw himself around.
Rolling his eyes, Bucky growled deeply, “Don’t make me punch your nasty ass.”
***
Chuckling, Kennedy grinned up at Bucky. “I’m not sure he understands your threats.”
“He understands just fine,” Bucky snarled at the bull. “Best move out of the way, Doc.” Placing his hand on her back, he urged her toward the stairs.
She pouted a little. “Aw, I never get to watch from up here.” Not the bulls, anyway. “Just him? Cyclone’s first and I really want to watch him earn those points that will push him to the top of the leaderboard!” She just knew this was the year one of her dad’s bulls would take the top spot. Nudging Bucky with her elbow, she grinned up at him and whispered, “I’m so glad you didn’t punch him.”
“After Steve and Aces? I know better.” Leaning down near her ear he whispered, “Besides if I hit him with this, I’d likely kill the fucker.”
She patted his arm, the metal one and glanced towards Steven.
He was grinning at her and motioned her to come down.
She held up a finger and winked before moving out of the way of the cowboys wanting to get ready, to stand along the rail with a few other watchers.
The pens gave way to dirt and the exit gate, the railing only shin high, and she leaned out carefully to see the action.
The rider getting up on Cyclone was not someone she was familiar with, but the men standing with her seemed to like his chances. Hand on the rail, Kennedy peered past the men, watching intently as the rider tucked his chin, gave a nod, and the chute came open. Lifting her hands to her lips, she cheered with the rest, excited to see Cyclone pulling out all the stops as he bucked and spun.
So, when the blow came to the back of her head, knocking her forward and over the rail into the path of the charging bull, she never saw it coming.
***
Intent on the rider and the bull, Bucky didn’t see it happen, only the gasping cry of distress which had him turning to look. The crumpled form of Kennedy, the red of her shirt and white of her hat unmistakable, was sprawled out in the dirt feet from where Cyclone had just thrown his rider off.
When the bull turned to her, there was no hesitation.
Bucky leapt the rail the same time Steve did, the red and blue of Cap’s shield gleaming beneath the overhead lights.
***
“Love looks good on you, Cap,” Nat smirked, giving Steve a nudge with her elbow.
Steve grinned down at her. “Thanks, Nat. She makes me happy.”
“I’d have to be blind and deaf not to notice. The two of you light each other up. She’s good for you. So adorably girl next door. It’s no wonder you gush when you talk about her,” she teased, laughing as his cheeks reddened. “And then you blush when you realize you’re gushing.” She patted his arm.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he gave a sheepish shrug. “I hope I’m good for her, too.”
“Oh, you are. That whole mess with Carl… Steve.” She shook her head.
“Kennedy tell you much?”
“Enough.”
The hard eyes and cold voice was all he needed to see. “He hurt her?”
“Physically? Only once.”
Grinding his teeth together, Steve looked up to where Kennedy was leaning over the rail. The shape of her ass in those tight fitting wranglers momentarily distracted him. “You sure?”
“Yeah.”
He looked down to Nat. “You’re good for her too, you know.”
She shook her head. “I think it’s Kenny. She’s just good for all-” she gasped, grabbing for Steve’s arm.
His head whipped up in time to see Carl’s fist connect with the back of Kennedy’s head, sending his girl straight over the rail into the path of the charging Brahma. “Natasha!”
“On it!” she took off after Carl, the man running along the chutes.
Kicking his shield up, bag and all, Steve ripped it free as he vaulted the railing, landing in front of Kennedy. Bracing, he grunted against the force when Cyclone’s horns skidded off his shield with a resounding clang.
***
He darted and weaved between people, knocking cowboys out of his way. Young or old it didn’t matter. Carl was determined to get away, but Natasha was far more determined to catch him.
Tired of dodging people, she leapt to the metal rails of the chutes, balancing easily as she ran along above the bulls. She didn’t think about what would happen if she missed a step.
Reaching the end, she caught the eyes of Eric, a sweet, shy cowboy she’d flirted with all week. It hadn’t gone beyond a flirtation.
He was just too sweet for her.
She’d eat him alive, but he was gaping at her, swinging a rope lazily against his hip. Holding up her hand, she hollered, “Eric! Rope!”
He tossed it to her as she raced by.
Under no illusion she could actually rope the fucker, Nat simply threw the loop, so it wrapped around his ankles, tripping him up.
It was enough as Carl stumbled into the underside of the stands.
When he righted himself, Natasha was there. “Oh you made a big fucking mistake,” she snarled. She ducked the jab he threw at her, sidestepped the second one, reached out and slammed her fist into his jaw.
It snapped his head back.
Smiling her man-eating grin, she followed through a knee to the groin, a fist to the gut, an elbow jaw. She punched him hard enough to knock a few teeth loose. A second solid kick straight to the balls had him collapsing to the ground.
Following him down, Nat ground his face into the dirty concrete. Over his groaning, she snarled, “Be thankful it was me he sent after you. Steve would have broken you in half, but Bucky? He would have killed you. You’d best pray Kennedy isn’t badly hurt, or I guarantee you won’t live through the night.” She laughed softly when he whimpered in pain. “If the Winter Soldier doesn’t come for you… I will,” she hissed menacingly in his ear.
He went limp beneath her hold.
Snorting at his lack of resistance, Natasha dragged the rope toward them.
“You need a hand there… uh… ma'am?” Eric asked, hat in hand.
“Calf roper, right?”
He nodded.
Natasha smiled wickedly. “Want to show me the proper way to hogtie something?” She held out the rope.
***
Steve heaved against Cyclone as the bull tried to gore him.
Then, Bucky was there, plowing into the shoulder of the bull with enough force to send them both sideways. Wrapping his arm around the bull’s neck, he hollered at Steve. “Get her outta here!”
Cyclone’s horn caught his sleeve as the bull bellowed and bucked, ripping it open and skidding over the plates, lifting him off his feet.
When he dropped back to the dirt, Bucky dug in his heels, pushing the angry bull farther into the arena. Holding on tight, trying not to injure the nasty thing unless he had to, Bucky forced him away step by step.
The whole family had high hopes for the bull, but if it came down to Cyclone or Kennedy, he wouldn’t hesitate to break the fucker’s neck.
***
Steve knelt beside Kennedy. “C’mon, sweetheart. I need you to open your eyes,” he begged as his hand went to the back of her head. His palm came away bloody.
“Steve!” Matt landed beside him.
“Don’t move her! I don’t know how badly she’s hurt,” Steve warned.
“I’ll watch her. Help, Bucky! You got to get Cyclone out of here!”
He turned in time to see his friend fly through the air. Dirt sprayed up like a wave as Bucky plowed through it. Rolling, he dug his metal hand into the ground bringing himself to a stop.
Cyclone was in full charge as Steve jolted up.
Running flat out, he slammed shield-first into the bull’s shoulder, knocking Cyclone onto his side.
The bull bellowed, anger in the sound when he thrashed his way back to his feet.
“C’mon you ornery fuck!” Bucky snarled, swinging open the out gate.
Steve chucked his shield at Bucky. “Hold that will ya?”
Snatching it out of midair, Bucky shook his head. “That ain’t no cutting horse!”
“Guess I’d best be quick then!”
Cyclone was already headed for him, so Steve reached out and gave the rank bull a solid smack on the nose as he ran toward Bucky. The bull was out for blood, snorting, grunting, reminding him of a cartoon he’d once seen of a character called Bugs Bunny. It gave him the insane desire to smack the Brahma again and say stop steaming up my tail.
However, he was more inclined to get the bull away from Kennedy, out of the arena, and as far as he could from the medical team working on her.
As he raced through the gate, he grabbed Bucky’s outstretched arm. A sharp jerk sent him swinging up in the air, Cyclone’s horns just grazing the back of his shirt as he flipped over the back of the bull. Darting to the side, the gate clanged shut behind him.
His hat and glasses had come off not long after he’d landed in the arena, as had Bucky’s along with a good chunk of Buck’s left sleeve. The deathly quiet of the place was suddenly filled with the screaming, cheering cry of ten thousand people. The chant of Avengers echoed, making him nearly deaf, but as Bucky handed back his shield, Steve only had eyes for Kennedy.
She was seated beside Matt, holding her head.
He ran straight for her, sliding to a stop on his knees, his shield falling to the ground as he made to cup her face. “Kennedy?” he mouthed the word for he knew she wouldn’t hear him over the screaming.
She nodded slowly, pain present in her eyes.
Dragging her into his arms, he buried his face against her throat. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been so scared before. Shaking slightly, he realized how close he’d come to losing her.
A hand landed on his shoulder.
Looking up reluctantly, he noticed the medics motioning him to let her go. Not hardly. Scooping her up, he held her close, stomped on his shield to have it sliding back up his arm, and motioned for them to lead the way.
With Bucky helping clear a path, they made it back to where the ambulance and paramedics were waiting.
“Steven, I’m alright,” Kennedy said once the noise was drowned out some. The pain on her face said otherwise.
“You took a blow to the head, doll. You’re going to get checked out.” He placed her on the gurney. Taking her hand, he stepped back only enough to stay out of the EMT’s way.
At her feet, Bucky tapped the toe of her boot. “Jeez, doll face. If you wanted to get in on the action, there were better ways to do it.”
“Shut it, Barnes,” she quipped, flinching when the medic flashed a light in her eyes.
“Kenny!” Jonas bellowed, shoving his way forward.
“I’m alright, dad.”
“Oh, thank Jesus!” He sagged against Bucky. “If anything had happened to you, little girl…”
She glanced up at him, and Steve motioned Jonas to her side, letting go of her hand so her father could take his place.
Standing with Buck, he watched as the man bent, kissing the forehead of his daughter.
“I’m really okay, dad. Promise.”
“I’d a put a bullet in Cyclone’s head myself if he’d hurt you.” Kissing her cheek, Jonas turned to the two of them with wet eyes. “I can’t ever…” he shook his head.
“Sir, we’re going to need to take Ms. Jones now. University Hospital,” the younger of the two medics said.
“She’s Doctor Jones, and he’s going with you.” Jonas pointed at Steve.
“Sir,” the medic held up his hand.
Steve, gratitude evident, nodded to Jonas before turning on the medic. “Son, don’t even start. Where she goes, I go.” Over his shoulder, he called out, “Buck! See if you can find Nat. She went after him.”
“Roger that, Cap.”
“And call Maria. Someone’s going to need to spin this fast. Otherwise, it’ll do that thing where it catches the flu.” Everyone looked at him in confusion.
Kennedy snorted out a laugh only to groan in pain. “He means it’ll go viral!”
Flushing, Steve shook his head. “Yeah, that,” he grumbled as everyone snickered. Linking his fingers with Kennedy’s, he climbed in the back of the ambulance. Least she understood him.
***
Steve sat slouched in the relatively comfortable chair in Kennedy’s hospital room watching her sleep. They’d decided to keep her overnight for observation.
Whether it was because she truly needed it, or the fact of him being who he was and they were catering to him, he didn’t know or care. All he knew was when they’d tried to tell him visiting hours were over, he’d simply turned around, walked across the room, and sat at her bedside.
He wasn’t going anywhere.
The second surprise had been when he’d told the nurse whatever charges accrued would be covered by Stark Enterprises, and she’d laughed.
This was Canada, she’d said. As Kennedy was a Canadian citizen, her healthcare was free.
Stunned, he could on stare at her. What would these people think up next?
Buck and Nat, along with Jonas and Matt, had been by earlier. Buck had been thoughtful enough to swing by the hotel and grab his stuff, knowing he wasn’t going to be leaving. Kennedy had spoken with her mother via phone, and he’d dealt with the host of incredibly polite policemen.
The Edmonton police had happily secured the floor, not because he was concerned about Carl, Natasha had caught that idiot only moments after he’d fled, apparently hogtying the bastard with a rope tossed to her by a cowboy she’d flirted with all week. No, the cops were there to keep the reporters at bay.
Maria had flown in, bitched about the cold, and did what she did best. She’d spun the story.
It was now public knowledge Kennedy was his girl, and he’d been on leave to meet and spend time with her family. Their coming to CFR had been simply to help out Jonas, nothing more, and the impromptu showdown with the bull had been due to the unfortunate jealousy of Kennedy’s ex who’d taken it upon himself to try and hurt her out of spite, unaware of just who her friends were.
He’d had to talk Bucky out of killing Carl. Twice. His friend was out for blood. Both of them knew if Bucky really wanted to, Carl would be dead, and no one would ever be the wiser as to who had done it. The Winter Soldier was a sniper, first and foremost, and Bucky had access to some serious weapons.
But it wouldn’t be what Kennedy wanted. Jail for the asshole, yes. She didn’t want any more blood on her hands. Even if the shedding of it would be by another’s, she would still feel guilt over Carl’s demise.
A whimper broke him from his musings.
Looking up, he watched her fists clench.
Her brows furrowed. Her head thrashed. “No…” she moaned, and he was on his feet.
“Kennedy, baby. Wake up, sweetheart,” he coaxed her gently, stroking her cheek.
Her eyes snapped open, and she groaned softly. “Steven?”
“Yeah, doll. I’m here.”
Anguish filled her eyes. “Steven…”
He knew she’d been dreaming about Hydra. “It’s okay, love. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
She scooted over, looking at him imploringly.
“Dollface?”
“Please, Steven?” she pulled the thin sheets away.
He glanced at the space behind her.
Her IV was in her other arm, so there was little chance of him causing issues with it, and, honestly, he wanted to hold her.
Toeing off his boots, he climbed in behind her, tucking his knees up in the space created, while wrapping his arm around her torso. Sliding his other arm beneath her pillow, he kissed the crown of her head. “Go back to sleep, Kennedy.”
She nodded slowly, sighing and relaxing. “You saved me tonight. Guess that means we’re even.”
He hummed, content. “Only fair. Besides, couldn’t let some rank ol’ bull beat on my girl.”
“Love you, Steven,” she sighed softly, drifting on exhaustion and the drugs they’d given her to help with the headache.
“I love you too, Kennedy,” he whispered against her hair.
When the nurse came in to check on them in the dimly lit room, she sighed happily, uncaring if Captain Rogers was breaking hospital rules by being in Dr. Jones’ bed.
It was the most adorable thing she’d ever seen.
Walking quietly away, she gave a giddy grin. It seemed Captain America was head over heels for a Canadian girl. How crazy was that?
***
Waking early the next morning, Steve gritted his teeth together. He was getting really unhappy with finding himself alone in bed. Usually, he woke to find his arms wrapped over her, his head on her abdomen, his leg thrown over hers. But a couple of times now, he’d woken to an empty bed.
She’d left his side, and he hadn’t noticed.
It frustrated and annoyed him. At least this time he could hear the shower running in the adjoining bathroom. He wouldn’t have to go hunt her down.
Climbing from the hospital bed, he stretched the kinks from his muscles as he walked toward the door, grabbing up his bag on the way by. Finding the bathroom unlocked, he walked in silently to see her standing with her back to the door beneath the spray.
Shutting the door just as quietly, he set down his stuff, stripped off his clothes and stepped in behind her. When he took her by the waist she jumped so hard, he had to grab her rather firmly to keep her from falling in the shower. “Easy, doll. It’s just me.”
“You scared the crap out of me, Steven!” she barked, wiping the water out of her eyes.
Pulling her back into his chest, he rumbled a chuckle, loving the way her wet skin felt against his. “Sorry.”
She laughed. “Now you sound Canadian.”
Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, he licked at the water on her skin. “You cleared to be up, Kennedy?”
“Doctor, Steven. I cleared myself.” She glanced at him over her shoulder.
Humming softly, he murmured against her ear as he wrapped his arms around her waist, “How do you keep sneaking out of bed without waking me?”
All the colour drained from her face.
“Kennedy?” he asked, feeling the tremor race through her body.
Her head dropped, face turning away.
He gritted his teeth together. Before she could stop him, he turned her to face him, gripping her tightly. “I think it’s time you told me everything about Carl,” he stated.
“Steven, please, I don’t-”
He pressed a finger to her lips. “I love you, Kennedy, but when things he did in the past cause you to sneak out of my bed in the morning, I think I have a right to know how bad it got.”
When her eyes closed, pain washing across her face, he almost regretted asking. Instead of backing down, he picked up the bottle labelled shampoo and poured out a generous handful which he slowly worked into her hair.
It turned out Carl hadn’t just punched Kennedy. He’d had a piece of chain from a lead shank wrapped around his fist. It was why she went down so hard and how he’d managed to actually make her bleed.
So he massaged gently, getting the blood out, careful of the stitches they’d put in her scalp. “Talk to me, doll face.”
Sighing, Kennedy set her hands on his ribs. “I was only in Uni about two months when I first met Carl. I’d turned seventeen by then, was focused on learning and staying tops in all my classes. He was in a few of them, and when, suddenly, he started paying me attention I was… flattered. Still, I had a heavy workload, wasn’t looking for a relationship, but he was persistent. Flowers, gifts, dinners out. I fell for it like a naive fool, believed him when he told me how much he admired me, how impressed he was by my dedication. It only took six weeks for him to convince me to give up my dorm and move in with him. Six more for him to alienate me from my friends, and another three to have me closing out my family.” She trembled a second time.
Reaching past her, Steve made the water a little warmer. “Tilt your head back, baby,” he said softly, rinsing the soap from her hair when she did. “What happened next?”
“It started with little things. I’d break a glass, and he’d call me clumsy, tell me to use plastic because I couldn’t be trusted with nice things. Bang my hip on the counter because our apartment was tiny, get told if I weren’t so fat I would fit better. Stopped eating after that, dropped weight, was still chunky. Initiate… initiate sex… be called a whore… get talked to like one…” she whispered, voice fading.
“Kennedy,” Steve made his voice stay calm, perfectly level, even though he was seething on the inside as he reached for the conditioner. “Did he ever rape you?”
“I…” Her hands came off his ribs, fell to her sides.
Steve collected them and brought them to his chest, pressed them to his heart, held them there until he was sure they would stay put. Picking up the conditioner again, he started the process of her hair a second time. “Tell me,” he encouraged her quietly.
“It took a long time. Years of snide comments and mental games, mixed in with gifts and praise, to get to the point where I didn’t recognize myself anymore. I honestly don’t know how I managed to cram all my course into five years, finish everything early, and graduate with top marks. I think I knew subconsciously graduating early was the only way to escape him after he alienated me from everyone. I got good at getting up without making noise. I did it to study, do my papers and things. He would get… angry if I woke him. Now it’s just a… a habit. I don’t even think about it anymore.”
He tilted her chin up and back so he could rinse her hair a second time. “What finally made you leave?”
Her eyes slammed closed, hands becoming fists over his heart. “I told him I was going home after graduation. I hadn’t seen my family more than a handful of times in five years. I was going home for the summer.” Taking a deep breath, she looked up at him. “It was the one, and only time he hit me.”
“Kennedy.” He took her by the shoulders.
“You have to understand, Steven, there were a lot of threats, waving belts, smacks with newspapers or magazines, degrading things, but he’d never actually raised a hand to me before. Everything was because I deserved it, that’s what he’d say. I deserved it. I was being punished, reprimanded for being stupid. If I weren’t so stupid, he wouldn’t have to do these things. But that time… I never even saw it coming.” She breathed out, inhaled hard and continued, “He called me stupid, he always called me stupid. Told me I was his to do with as he pleased. His whore, his piece of ass, and I wasn’t going anywhere. Then, he took the only thing I was good for, telling me the entire time that I was fat, ugly, a horrible lay, and no one would ever love me. He was the only one who would ever want me.”
Horror filled him, rage soon burned that to ash, but the tears which fell down Kennedy’s face kept him right where he was. “Baby,” he whispered, gently cupping her face.
Her hands moved to his wrists. “I let him think he’d cowed me, stayed meek and quiet. I went to graduation three days later with the best makeup job of my life, walked across the stage, received my diploma, and disappeared. I got on a bus, sent Carl a text message saying it was over, and if he ever came after me I would have him arrested for assault. Two weeks later I showed up at home, knowing if they saw the bruise on my face no one would stop the boys and dad from killing Carl. I couldn’t do that to them, not when it was my mistake. That was five years ago.” Her breath hitched on a sob.
Drawing her in, Steve wrapped her up tight in his arms, holding her as she shook and cried. He’d never wanted to kill someone as badly as he wanted to kill the asshole who’d done this to his sweet Kennedy. “You did so good, sweetheart, getting away from him. So good. I’m so proud of you,” he murmured into her hair.
“I let do that to me. I let him pick me apart. I let him break me, Steven,” she whimpered.
“No, baby, you didn’t. You know better. He preyed on you because you’re sweet and kind and he thought he could. But you’re not broken. Someone broken wouldn’t have had the courage you did to walk away from everything and get on the bus. You, Kennedy Marie Jones, are the most amazing, inspiring woman I’ve ever met.” Kissing her on the forehead, he turned the water off, drew her from the shower and wrapped her in a towel.
“I never want to be that person again. The one who felt small and useless. Standing before him in the hallway at the Roadhouse was the first time in nearly seven years I didn’t feel like that girl.” Clutching the towel with one hand, she reached her other hand out, laid it against his cheek. “You did that.”
When he made to protest, she placed her fingers on his lips. “It’s because of you, how you make me feel about myself, how you look at me, the way you love me. I grabbed ahold of a piece of Cap’s confidence that night and told him he was nothing. I could do that… because of you, Steven.”
Wet emeralds gleamed up at him.
Steve was done, so completely and entirely hers, he felt it right to the bones. Right then and there, he vowed to himself someday he was going to marry this woman. “You, Kennedy, are a miracle.” Gently he took her face between his palms and kissed her with all the love he could muster.
She choked on another soft sob, before letting go of her towel to wrap both arms around his neck. “Nat knows a little, but only you and… and mom know everything.”
Holding her close, he felt the rage roar to life inside him. “S’okay, doll face. He’s never gonna hurt you again. No one’s ever going to hurt you again.”
“Can we go home?” she asked softly. “Back to New York, home? I miss my lab. People don’t try to kill me in my lab.”
He could tell she was trying to make a joke. It fell a little flat, but he chuckled anyway. “Yah, love. We can go home.” Kissing the crown of her head, he let her go long enough to dry off and put his jeans back on. They were his regular, more relaxed fit, but he noted her eyes still drifted down to linger on his backside. Turning back to her, he could see the headache brewing, both from the knock to the head and the emotionally draining moment she’d just had. “It’s still early, doll. Let’s put you back to bed for a while, yeah?”
When she didn’t even put up a token protest, he knew her head hurt more than she was letting on. The hospital gown, though, made her look so frail, so sickly, he couldn’t stand it, and dug through his bag for the brown, blue, and white checked button-up shirt he often wore. The cotton was soft, a little thin from numerous washings, but when he wrapped her up in it, it fell well below mid-thigh, a perfectly acceptable nightdress. Rolling up the sleeves, he pressed a gentle kiss to the palm of each of her hands.
Her smile was soft but tired, and her skin was pale.
Steve picked her off her feet, walking out into the room with his best girl, taking her back to the bed they’d shared. The silence of the room remained undisturbed, a private one what with his name attached to her own, a perk he was happy to accept. Laying her gently down, he brushed the damp hair from her face. “Sleep, baby. I’ll be right here with you.”
She nodded, her eyes already drifting shut.
Returning to the washroom, he tugged on a shirt before digging his phone from his pocket to call Maria. “Yeah,” he said, as she asked questions. “Doc’s going to be fine. Listen, you bring my suit?” Another round of questions had him gritting his teeth. “Yes or no, Agent Hill.” A slow smile broke upon his lips. “Good. Bring it with you. Come now.” He hung up before she could ask any more questions.
Again he brought the phone to his ear. “Buck?”
“Steve? Is it Kenny?” he asked, concern filling his voice.
“In a way. Suit up.” He’d a called Nat in too, but she’d chosen to stay with Jonas and Matt.
“Steve?”
“I need to give a statement to the police.”
“Thought you were going to do that today at the hospital.”
“Plans changed,” he growled. “We’re paying Carl a visit.”
There was a beat of silence before he asked, “Do I need an untraceable weapon?”
“Haven’t decided yet.”
“Steve?” Bucky’s voice contained a deadly growl.
Grinding his teeth together, Steve spat out, “He hurt her, Buck. He… he…” the words tasted foul as he spat them out, “forced her! It’s the reason why she ran.”
Something shattered in the background. “I’ll be there in twenty.”
The line went dead, and Steve forced his hand to unclench from around his phone before he busted it.
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Fame, if you win it,
Comes and goes in a minute.
— Jule Styne, Betty Comden, and Adolph Green, “Make Someone Happy”
The pure products of America
go crazy.
— William Carlos Williams, “To Elsie”
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DRIVE DOWN some of Hollywood’s major thoroughfares or visit some of its celebrated tourist attractions, like Grauman’s Chinese Theatre, and you’re bound to see at least one mural featuring bona fide pop icons like Marilyn, Elvis, and James Dean. Depending on the artist, the players joining Marilyn might include Sinatra, John Wayne, or Chaplin. If Duke Haney, the author of Death Valley Superstars, commissioned his own mural, the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce might not approve. Yes, Marilyn would still be there, but her supporting cast would be a bunch of troublemakers as obscure as she is famous — Steve Cochran, Sean Flynn, Mark Frechette, Christopher Jones — as well as the notorious Lee Harvey Oswald and William Desmond Taylor, the victim of one of Hollywood’s greatest unsolved mysteries.
The personalities on Haney’s mural are just some of the subjects he profiles in his engrossing new collection of essays, Death Valley Superstars: Occasionally Fatal Adventures in Filmland. All but one of Haney’s pieces were originally published on Brad Listi’s literary website The Nervous Breakdown, where I discovered his work in December 2013. Familiar with Haney’s experience writing screenplays and acting in low-budget films, Listi, who had published Subversia (2010), Haney’s first collection of essays, invited him to begin writing about Hollywood. Haney twice demurred, not wanting to be known as just another Kenneth Anger. “I had been struggling to start a novel for two years to no effect,” Haney recently told Listi on his podcast, “and it might rejuvenate me to work instead on a quirky tour of a neglected career and colorful life [tough guy actor Steve Cochran] — an appreciation with elements of biography.” He accepted Listi’s invitation and began writing biographical essays on some of destiny’s darlings, and a number of also-rans who briefly achieved a measure of fame only to see it undone by scandal, misbehavior, or malign fate. Superstars isn’t restricted to luminaries of the screen: Hugh Hefner, Jim Morrison, and the aforementioned Lee Harvey Oswald show up in its pages. Haney’s deep research, fresh insights, and engaging prose bring these subjects to life. He also includes several lively accounts of his own experiences working for legendary cheapjack producer Roger Corman and even more marginal Hollywood operators.
Haney leads his book with a powerful memoir, “When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth,” a real cri de coeur recalling how the New Hollywood films of the ’70s celebrated in Peter Biskind’s book Easy Riders, Raging Bulls inspired him to journey to Hollywood to make the same kinds of films, only to discover that the blockbuster success of Star Wars and its successors had already killed the New Hollywood movement, torpedoing the career Haney had imagined for himself in Charlottesville, Virginia, where he had immersed himself in movies screened at the palatial Paramount Theater and a local revival house. There, he discovered the Holy Trinity of Method acting — Marlon Brando, Montgomery Clift, and James Dean — and their ’70s equivalents — Al Pacino, Robert De Niro, Jack Nicholson, and Dustin Hoffman — all of whom he had hoped to emulate once he hit Hollywood.
Haney’s essay could easily be titled “Star Wars and Its Discontents.” He spends a hefty chunk of “Dinosaurs” expounding on the detrimental effect of that beloved franchise. Star Wars did more than merely change Hollywood’s commercial ecosystem, infantilizing movies. It became a cultural Death Star, Haney contends, whose puerility pervaded society, reducing adults to Peter Pans who are not ashamed to line up at the box office for movies that would once have been considered strictly kid’s stuff and to buy “adult” coloring books.
In the powerful conclusion of “Dinosaurs,” Haney recalls his childhood self going to see a movie (When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth [1970]) for the first time:
I can picture him now, about to see a movie alone for the first time. He walks up the long corridor, carpeted in red, of the Paramount Theater, pausing at the concession stand to gawk at thumbnail photos of the posters for sale, and a voice in his head says, Don’t look. God doesn’t want you to look. But the voice is quiet in the darkness of the auditorium, where the boy watches a girl in a fur bikini cavort anachronistically with a dinosaur, and the boy thinks, Man, I would love to be that dinosaur, never dreaming that, when he’s a man, a dinosaur is just what he’ll be.
Someone once wisely said that participation in sports doesn’t create character, it reveals it. The same can be said of the effects of fame and its pursuit, something personified by Marilyn Monroe and Lee Harvey Oswald, Haney’s most famous subjects. They were both pathetic wretches who thought that fame would enable them to escape the pain of anonymity. Monroe was a perpetually unhappy woman who never knew her father and whose mother had a disordered mind. The response she got for modeling for some rather chaste cheesecake photos set her direction. With considerable effort, she became a worldwide sex goddess, but her fame only exacerbated her unhappiness. She finally found release in a bottle of Nembutal one lonely night.
In “Golden State Girl,” Haney argues that Monroe was a genuine artist whose greatest creation was her inimitable screen persona. “There’s no pathos in the image they propose,” Haney writes, after describing several instances of her hateful behavior,
but there’s pathos aplenty in the image of Marilyn as a wounded stray, as the candle in the wind of Elton John song, as a martyr of celebrity, of Hollywood, of men and patriarchy and the male gaze. This image — and it’s finally a single image — excludes those traits it can’t, and doesn’t want to, accommodate: opportunism, toughness, willfulness, petulance, all of which, and then some, can be found in a convoluted woman with a genius for appearing the opposite.
Lee Harvey Oswald was born two months after his father died. His mother was a kook. He believed that he deserved to be a major actor on the stage of history, not just some nobody sweating his life away stacking boxes of schoolbooks in an old warehouse. The secret delight he must have enjoyed after making himself the focus of the world’s attention lasted only two days before a .38 bullet in his belly ended his life. In “Oswald Has Been Shot,” Haney explores the possibility that three movies that Oswald saw — We Were Strangers (1949), Suddenly (1954), and The Manchurian Candidate (1962) — may have inspired him to kill the president.
As his essay on Oswald demonstrates, outsiders fascinate Haney. And that fascination extends to Hollywood’s outsiders, the nearly forgotten actors who were deserted by fame in their own lifetimes. Haney is their champion. In Superstars, he tells the stories of Sean Flynn, Mark Frechette, Steve Cochran, and Christopher Jones in captivating detail and provides us with the most complete biographies these men are ever likely to get.
Sean Flynn inherited the handsomeness of his father, legendary screen swashbuckler Errol Flynn, but lacked his casual élan in front a movie camera. Sean sought adventure as a photographer in war torn Vietnam and Cambodia, where he disappeared in 1970. Steve Cochran possessed a kind of oily charisma that suited his portrayals of shady characters in films like White Heat (1949) and Private Hell 36 (1954). He was an uncomplicated man who cared only for masculine luxuries — exotic sports cars and boats — and women: he had an insatiable sexual appetite. He could also be physically violent with them. He died horribly when a mysterious disease suddenly struck him as he was sailing his yacht Rogue in the waters off Guatemala, while a crew of barely legal Mexican women he had hired to help him promote a film project could only look on helplessly.
Mark Frechette never wanted to be an actor. He didn’t know what he wanted to do until he fell under the spell of cult leader Mel Lyman in Boston. After a talent scout for director Michelangelo Antonioni spotted Frechette in New York, Antonioni cast him as a campus radical running from the law in Zabriskie Point (1970). Frechette often sparred with Antonioni during the shoot. It didn’t matter; he was only doing it for Mel. Frechette’s misbegotten idea of a revolutionary political statement was to rob a bank, which got one of his accomplices killed. Frechette died in prison when a barbell fell on his neck, asphyxiating him. He was only 27.
Christopher Jones rocketed to stardom in only his second film, Wild in the Streets (1968), a political fantasy about a 22-year-old rock star who becomes president. He bore a striking similarity to James Dean, with the same mesmeric ability to seduce an audience. Jones quit acting abruptly after filming Ryan’s Daughter (1970) and became an enigmatic recluse until his death in early 2014 at age 72. In what may be the most fascinating piece in Death Valley Superstars, Duke Haney does much to unravel the shadowy mystery of Jones’ post-Hollywood years for the first time.
“I think Hollywood is the true Death Valley,” says Haney, “because it’s where dreams go to die, and sometimes the dreamer.” Fortunately, Haney is still with us — and we owe him our thanks for Death Valley Superstars, a dream of a collection.
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Peter L. Winkler is the author of Dennis Hopper: The Wild Ride of a Hollywood Rebel (Barricade Books, 2011) and the editor of The Real James Dean: Intimate Memories from Those Who Knew Him Best (Chicago Review Press, 2016).
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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 1
Summary: When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure. Knowing that a rodeo in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers. All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.
Pairings: Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, too many cowboy/bull riding innuendos, swallowing, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 4.7K
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“Hey, watch it,” Mindy pulls you out of the way of a group of rodeo clowns that were heading to the ring. “You always gotta have a watchful eye. You’re okay, come on. So we’re going to be stationed beside the fence. This isn’t some big time rodeo, so don’t get attached.”
“What?” You asked confused, trying to keep up with the fast moving nurse that you were going to be stuck with for the evening.
“Oh, don’t give me that,” she rolls her eyes looking straight ahead. “First off, get on some birth control. Don’t let these cowboys drag you down. Secondly, don’t become some buckle bunny to these local boys. You want to make it to the big time. Travel to the big arenas; Cheyenne, Arlington, Houston, ya know?”
“I’m not following,” she stops abruptly, and turns around. Her big doe eyes look you up and down, and she chuckles. “This is literally my first rodeo. I answered an ad. And here I am.”
“Yeah, they keep hiring pretty ones,” she was talking about herself like she was hideous. Mindy was adorable. Tiny little thing with bright green eyes. She lifts up her left hand, showing you her rings, “I’m taken. They stay away from me.”
“Who is they?” Her arm goes out to her side, and she gestures towards the backsides of dozens of men in cowboy hats, tight shirts, and tighter jeans.
“Bull riders. They’re a dime a dozen. They’ll talk this big game here, because they need a place to wet their dicks for the night. If they’re lucky, dumb, and have enough they go on to the next county and find them another one.”
“Buckle bunnies?”
One cowboy happens to turn around, and it’s glaringly obvious what buckles she was referring to. He had a giant silver buckle, bow legged, tall, and dangerously handsome, “And that one is the worst of them all. Stay away,” she smiles at him, and gestures with her hands to shoo, “Nu-uh, Steve, we don’t want whatever it is your peddling. We’re working,” even though she was talking to this man like he was a dog, she still opens her arms wide for a quick hug.
He extends a hand out to you with a crooked grin, and you reach yours out to him, “Well, hello darlin’, you look new here.”
“She is, and my help, go on with your boys. I’m sure we’ll see you and Frank later.”
“Now, that’s not nice. I’m not near as reckless as him. I can’t help it, he can never get the points that I do.”
“And you can’t help that he’s more charming than you. Goodbye, Steve,” she grabs your hand, pulling you over to the nurses station, and you keep your eyes ahead of you. It was like he was a predator searching for his next prey, and you were just there for the taking. Waiting on the sidelines for him to sink his talons into you.
“Steve is trouble. He is one that will make you fall in love in one night, and you never hear from him again, unless he gets another itch. The bunnies all go after him because he’s the top rider. Bucky is the one you go after. Sweet as southern tea. He’s going to make a real fine husband, but Frank…he has no quittin’ sense.”
“What do you mean,” you look back towards Steve and his friends. One seemed particularly taller than the rest.
“He’s gonna end up dying for a buckle. He won’t hurt you for another woman. He’ll hurt you for another ride,” the tallest of the group gives you a big smile, and tips his hat towards you, and your head spins to look back at Mindy. “Great. You’ve been caught hook, line, and sinker. Don’t let those long legs, tight ass, and smirk get you. You are here to work. You are not here to chase around some cowboy.”
“You never have?”
“That is beside the point.”
“Steve?”
“I ain’t never chased him. He found me. I’m just telling you, I’ve lost a lot of nurses because they can’t leave them be. Cowboys can’t be trusted. Find you someone who sponsors one. You get the glamor of the rodeo, and get the security of money,” she tilts her head, and blows a kiss at a businessman in a booth. “That’s my Johnny. He’s a representative for Wrangler, and he looks even better in them.”
“So…”
“Just say no to the cowboys, ya got it?”
“Yeah. Completely got it,” and yet you still find your way to look back to Steve and his group, and your eyes go back to the tallest one. He definitely looked like trouble, and you hoped that he was Bucky.
“We’re up,” Mindy grabs your arm, cussing up a storm. The both of you race to the side of the ring, pushing past the cowboys next to the chute, “Dammit, Frank,” she pushes the tall cowboy down in a chair, and he yells up at her, “Oh, don’t act like you don’t get off on this pain.”
“Well, I ain’t done it. It’s just part of the job. Don’t touch me,” he jerks his head out of her way, looking back in the ring, “Would somebody get my damn hat?”
“Frank, your wound needs cleaning,” Mindy groans, still trying to get to the gash in his head, but he smacks her hand out of the way.
“Yeah, and you’re rough. I want her to do it,” she shakes her head no, but you get that enticing grin, “You can butterfly a wound up, right?” You nod your head, stepping closer to him. “Usually Mindy here just straddles my legs to get closer to me.”
“Frank!”
“I’m just saying,” trying to prove to Mindy you weren’t some buckle chaser, you push his head back, and lean over him. “You got a name, sweetheart?” You give him your name, while you clean the wound, “That’s a real pretty name. You know you stick your tongue when you do that?”
“I do not.”
“Ow! Dammit that stings.”
“Alcohol usually does. Hold still, ya big baby. You’re acting like this hurts worse than being thrown from that big bull. You gotta death wish or something?”
“No,” his legs spread out even more, and he sinks down lower into the seat. Mindy, seeing you had everything under control, walks away, watching as the next rider preps himself. “You wanna know what the problem is? Why Steve always looks like the big time hero? It’s the draw of the bulls. You know what he always gets? Ole Blue or Kensington, the smallest ones. You know who I always get?”
“Ole Red or Blue Bonnet?”
“She’s got jokes,” he chuckles, stilling while you butterfly his cut. “No, his name is the Hornet. He’s the biggest and meanest, and I still get my eight seconds, so I’m not too concerned. It’d be nice to start winning every once in a while though. Steve gets it easy, and the crowd loves him. I get it hard, but I got loyal fans.”
“The ones that follow you to your hotel after a ride?”
Someone hands Frank his hat, and you remove your gloves, giving him a knowing look, “You've been talking to Mindy too much. Trust me, I got more rides in me than on a bull. I ride horses, too. Used to ride sheep. I don’t get a girl in every city.”
“Oh? You get one and make her chase you around?”
“I’ll let you know when I find one,” before you realize what was happening, someone bumps into you, knocking you straight into Frank’s lap. “I got cha. You gonna need a bandage, darling?”
“No. I’m good.”
“Gotta watch these rough riders. They just don’t know when to pay attention to a lady in their way.”
“Are you a rough rider, Frank?”
“I caught ya, didn’t? I’d say I’m a gentle rider, but all kinds of fun. I’m not who you think I am. And I’m far from what Mindy says I am,” he was definitely cute. This must have been the charm she was talking about. It wasn’t just those tight jeans, there was this sweetness under his shameless flirting.
“She says you’re reckless.”
“Well, that I am. But I ain’t Steve. I ain’t got the time or patience to deal with those,” you give him a head nod, starting to walk back to your post. “Do I get your number or something? I’m also clumsy. It might be nice to have someone patch me up. You did such a good job. I don’t even feel it.”
“I hope you score well tonight, Frank,” you were currently walking backwards. You didn’t want to fall for him, but you figured it was too late. It had been too long since you even talked to a guy, much less one that looked that good in jeans, and knew how to handle a horse, in his case a bull, too.
“I’d score better if I got a number!” You bite your lip, shaking your head no. “You going to the next county?”
“She is Frank. Get to the chute, it’s Bucky’s turn,” Frank puts his hat on his head, giving you a quick nod, before walking off. He was making sure you saw just how good he looked in them jeans, and Mindy made sure you knew that she saw you looking. Giving you a whack in the back of your head, “Don’t fall in love with a cowboy.”
“You said that he…”
“I know what I said, and I stick behind it. I’m saying that is your kryptonite. Stay away. You’re going on tour with me. And I like you. That was clean work on Frank. You’re just easily distracted.”
“Does he always get hurt?”
“Just about every damn rodeo. He can’t gracefully fall off the bull. He makes sure it’s dramatic as hell. Remember…”
“Got it,” you take a drink from your water bottle, glancing over at Frank, Steve, and Bucky. Frank should have been helping tie Bucky’s hand off, but he kept glancing back at you, “What about having some fun with him?”
“You think you can have fun with Frank and not fall in love? Not fall for that sweet accent, and charming smile?”
No, you didn’t. You were already too far gone. Already distracted by the man with blue green eyes. A tall drink of water that you wouldn’t mind seeing after the rodeo. Mindy knew it, too. Knew that Frank had found him a girl that was easy to follow him around from show to show, because that’s exactly what you were going to be doing. Steve loved the draw of a girl coming to him. Bucky was too shy to even consider talking to a girl. While Frank, if it wasn’t for his penchant for painful behavior to himself, would have been the one. He didn’t break hearts, he broke bones.
“Mhmm…already gone.”
“Shut up.”
“Here,” she gives you a quarter and starts laughing. “Keep this in between your legs. If it falls while you're around him, you’re in trouble,” you toss quarter at her, and try to watch Bucky. It was your job description to watch him. Ready to assist where you could, but you were failing. Frank had already got your attention.
“I’m serious.”
“I’m fine.”
“Mmm,” his lips kiss up your stomach, and between the spears of your tits. Kissing up your neck, giving your jaw a little nibble, before his body hovers over you, “Ransom, what are you doing?”
“Morning to you, too, Buns. I was just trying to be sexy and romantic.”
“If we weren’t having dinner with your parents today it would be,” he sits up, still having his knees on either of you, but nods his head. “Ran, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“No, you’re right. We’ve had this conversation. I wished Harlan was my father, but unfortunately I got stuck with Linda and Richard. But, I have a very important question to ask Greatnana. And you are going to wear the pretty little dress that I bought just for the occasion,” you try and open your mouth, but he places his whole hand over it. “And, in a few weeks we’re going to Montana.”
“Why are we doing that again?”
“You miss your family. You talk about that place nonstop.”
“I do love it here.”
“You love the estate. Love not having anyone around. And then my parents show up, and you get all feisty and cute, because they call you the help,” you roll your eyes, but still give him the softest smile. “I don’t tell you enough, but I’m glad you came here. I don’t know what I would have done had you not been here for Harlan. You acted fast.”
“And you fell in love,” his hands go to your side, and he starts tickling you. Making your body thrash around, and he knew how much you loathe tickling. If it wasn’t for his sweet little face, laughing along with you, it would be much more annoying. “You did.”
He stops abruptly, and starts sinking lower on you again, “As did you, Bunny. If I recall you fell asleep on my shoulder. You held my hand. I never had anyone that comforted me.”
“You needed it. And I couldn’t just leave Harlan. I had to make sure those nurses knew what they were doing. They weren’t. I told them he was already on blood thinners, and that they had to chase his veins.”
“And I thank you for that. Gave him round the clock care, without pay,” you glare up at him. You most definitely did get paid. Your rent was paid for the whole year. “You didn’t have money in your hand.”
“I did get a date out of that stay.”
“You did. I’m so glad you asked. And I’m also so glad that I got to realize that I can go out to eat and not even spend a hundred dollars. And that’s with drinks and dessert.”
“We’ve upgraded to appetizers, too,” you give him a little reminder. He loved your morning giggles. Was addicted to them. His mornings with you were always so special. A bit sexy, but mostly it was just sweet. The two of you together, alone for the moment, before a dual shower, to save water of course, and head to the estate. Ransom opted not to work at the office as much since you had started working there.
“Speaking of which, is there a Longhorn in Montana?”
“Yes,” you give him a little smack to his arm, and he dramatically flops over on his back. “Come on, let’s get our shower.”
“Can we get a quickie in at lunch time? I know just the place we haven’t tried.”
“I have to be presentable for dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale.”
“Those two ruin everything.”
“How about I give you road head on the way home?” Pulling you over top of him, he gives you a kiss to your nose, and then your lip.
“I’d love that,” he whispers in your mouth. “And I love you.”
“And I love you, Ransom. Come on, shower. Harlan and I need our coffees.”
“Ransom needs his coffee, too.”
“Hey, I caught up with you,” Frank jogs up behind you, while you finally load your final bag into your car, and slam the trunk closed. “Am I going to see you in the next county?”
“Seeing how I signed a contract, yes. You’ll be graced with my presence for the next few months. What are you needing, Frank?”
“You remembered my name,” ugh, it was slightly infuriating the way the man looked with his mud covered clothes, sweaty skin, and popped up cowboy hat, trying to avoid his wound that you had patched up earlier. You start to head into your car, and he chases after you, opening the door for you, “I was wondering, I mean…the boys and I usually find us some bar to go to after rides, and there’s usually dancing. Would you want to go?”
“You’re asking me to dance with you, and your clothes are all dirty? You sure know how to make a woman swoon,” backing yourself into the car, you smile at him. Needing to close your door, but he still held on. “Frank, give me my door.”
“You didn’t say no.”
“Didn’t say yes either.”
He gives you a chuckle, his eyes looking down at his worn state. “What if I took a shower? Got all freshened up. The beer at these bars is usually stale, but the music is decent. We got us a hotel room down the road from the bar. It’s in walking distance,” you scoff, pulling at the door even harder, “That’s not what I meant. Honestly.”
“If you want someone to chase your buckle around, I’m sure there’s plenty.”
“I done told you, I don’t want no buckle chasing bunny. If I did, I wouldn’t be offering to buy you cheap beer, willing to dance out in public with you. Bunnies are good for one thing. You’re not that,” he lets your door go, closing it for you. “It’s the Wild Horse. Just come on by. It’d be nice to see you in something besides scrubs.”
“Goodbye, Frank.”
“You still didn’t say no,” you didn’t. And maybe you were crazy or a glutton for punishment, but you wanted to see him out of those chaps. Wondered if he wore the hat out in public, too, or if he wore something different. You had too many thoughts running in your mind, but you were curious.
“I know that look,” Mindy leans in your open window. “Did you learn nothing?”
“No,” you pout at her. He was cute, no he was hot. And while it was silly, could it be so bad. “Is he that bad of a guy?”
“No. He’s honestly not. Just remember, his first love is the rodeo. If you’re wanting to tame him and have your ranch and family with him, I’d say you need to just walk away. It would take a special woman for Frank to stop this life.”
“I just don’t want to go back to my hotel alone, and sit there watching reruns of some show that I’m not even paying attention to,” it was innocent enough and true. You just wanted to have fun. Do things you hadn’t done before. That was the purpose of this job. You wanted to see what was out there, even if it was from a rodeo.
“Don’t get your heart set on changing the man, and you’ll be fine.”
Steve kicks at Frank’s chair, the man hadn’t stopped staring at the door. A steady round of pitchers of beer kept his belly full. But he was hoping you showed up. “Let’s play pool.”
“Don’t want to.”
“Darts? You haven’t played darts in a while.”
“Nope,” Steve looks over at Bucky who hadn’t stopped dancing with a girl he met at the bar. She thought it was going to be more than that. That Bucky was going to get in a heated kiss and take her to their hotel room. He wouldn’t. Bucky was a hopeless romantic, and one night stands never happened with him.
“You’re killing my vibe.”
Frank looks over at Steve glaring. “Go find you someone to fuck in the bathroom.”
“Already have. Found one that wants a threesome, and Bucky don’t…”
“No.”
“Dammit,” Steve throws his head back whining, “Why are you sitting here waiting on that damn nurse. She didn’t seem interested.”
“Yeah, she did.”
“Okay. She was interested. Where is she now?” Frank gets the biggest smile on his face as you walk through the door. Your eyes move around the smoky atmosphere in search of Frank, while Steve groans. “Have your fun. Maybe we can talk her into some switching action.”
“No. Go find fuck number two. I’m going to dance,” Steve and Frank both stand up, and it isn’t long until some pink manicured hand is rubbing on Steve’s belt, but Frank sees nothing, but you. Meeting you beside the bar.
“What’re you drinking?” He asks with a smile.
“Already ordered a double shot of Jack.”
“Ooh, she’s ballsy. Put her on my tab,” the bartender slides your cup in front of you, acknowledging what Frank had said. “Was beginning to think you weren’t going to show.”
“I was beginning to think the same thing,” you nervously laugh, ready to get another drink when yours is finished, but Frank starts pulling you out to the dance floor. “What are you doing?”
“You came to dance. Besides, alcohol impairs your thought process. I don’t want that.”
“Why’s that,” his hands touch your hips, bringing you closer to him, and you want more. You hadn’t been with anyone since you started nursing school.
“I just want you to be fully aware of me,” even with a ball cap on, Frank was still attractive. He didn’t flash a buckle around or a cowboy hat in search of someone who knew who he was or what he did, unlike Steve. He was proud of the fact that he was a bull rider, and loved to show it off. Frank looked like an average man. With long legs, and the cutest ass. He was a dream. A sinful little dream.
Frank struggles to find his keycard with the way you were kissing all over his neck. Pulling out his shirt, and your fingers rub over his lower abs. “Hold on…stop…dammit, I can’t,” he finally opens the door, undoes his belt, ripping it out of the loops before placing it on the door handle, and pulls you inside.
Walking you to the bed furthest from the door, and you see that pretty white cowboy hat. Pushing him onto the bed, you grab it up, getting a few tongue clicks from him, and you cock up your eyebrow. “You gotta earn the hat ma’am.”
“How do I earn it?”
“You gotta….gotta ride a bull and try not to get bucked off,” pulling off the straps to your sundress, you let it sink to the floor, and Frank yips. “That…that’s a start.”
“You gonna show me how to do an eight second ride?”
“Shit, I hope this lasts longer than eight seconds.”
“Frank, take off your clothes,” his fingers start unbuttoning his shirt, before it’s enough to pull over his head. And he stands, tripping out of his jeans. Boxer briefs were your favorite, and those white ones were leaving nothing to the imagination. “All of it,” unhooking your bra, you toss it into the floor, and walk out of your panties just as Frank discards his briefs. “Can I wear the hat now, cowboy?”
“Y-yeah. Yeah. You really gonna ride this bull? Yep,” he stops talking when you sling your leg over him. Grabbing the base of his cock you slowly start to sink over him. “Oh, you feel better than any saddle. Yeah,” he sighs when you sink down completely.
His hat perches on your head, while he smiles up at you. “I could get used to this view,” he gives your ass a smack, “Okay boys. Go on, ride your bull,” you slowly start grinding over him. Rolling your hips, whimpering at the way he stretched you out. He was thick, by far the biggest dick you had ever taken. You understood now why he strutted around the arena.
He reaches up to pinch your nipples. Pulling them until you were right at his face, and he gives you a filthy kiss. Didn’t hesitate to push his tongue past your lips. “I said, you gotta earn that hat. Show me you know how to ride a bull,” he bites at your lip. Letting his teeth softly scrape over your kiss bruised lips, and releases your nipples.
You sit back up, and put your hands behind you. Getting off your knees, and resting your feet beside him in a crouch. He had the perfect view to see where the two of you connected. Could see your walls slicking his cock up as you start bouncing on him. Hugging his dick so perfectly. Your walls were already fluttering over him. The fact that he had that effect on you made him even harder, and you moan out his name.
“Come here. I wanna use those reigns again,” getting back to your knees, he grabs onto your tits, while you ride him like your life depended on it. Slamming yourself over his giant cock, and making the prettiest sounds. “Just like that. You’re earning that fucking hat. Just like that.”
Steve stumbles to the hotel room, and lifts up Frank’s belt. Looking back up to the bar confused, before forgetting what was even going on. Taking his card key out, he opens the door to see your body move over Frank’s. Sick fucker had you wearing his cowboy hat, and both of you were distracted by the pleasure.
“Looks like you found you a buckle bunny after all,” he hiccups, as you drop your body down on Frank’s chest, and his hands move to cover your ass. “She’s a real pretty one. Your belt is on the door handle.”
“To tell you not to come in here. Dammit, Steve, Get out.”
“Did you have to pay for this rodeo?” He collapses on the bed, completely passed out and snoring.
And you look up at Frank, “You’re sharing a room with him?”
“Him and Bucky.”
“You know I had my own room. Steve just saw me naked. Called this a fucking rodeo,” he starts moving your body over him, and you don’t wanna smile. You don’t wanna care, but it does feel so good. It wasn’t fair that he didn’t get to finish.
“You haven’t got bucked off yet. About the buckle bunny business…”
“I’m only your bunny, Frank.”
“Good,” he lifts your head up to give you a soft kiss, “I don’t want anyone else to be my Bunny. You go on and finish us. He won’t remember this.”
“How many points do I get with this ride?” You playfully ask, starting to get back into fucking him.
“Oh, you’ve scored off the charts. I bet it’ll be even higher when I finish.”
“In that case,” your hands press into his chest while you finish the ride for the both of you. Forgetting Steve all together, he could lay there passed out and drunk for all you cared. Frank’s fingers dig into your waist as he makes you pound over him harder before holding you still. It just wasn’t enough. He needed to feel just how weak you got when he fucked into you. He pushes his hips up into you with such force you start to see stars. Jackhammering up into your drenched cunt over and over again.
Your walls constrict around him, and you slap your hand over your mouth as you come hard over his dick. Frank pushes you off him, and onto your back, adjusting himself to straddle your upper body, and he fists his cock. It only takes a few pumps before he releases his load into your mouth. Stifling his own moans as he lets every drop drip onto your greedy tongue.
“That was beautiful. I really wished you’d stay,” he whispers, climbing off you to put his underwear back on. “Steve and Bucky always share a bed. You can wear my shirt and panties. Cuddle up real nice.”
“You won’t hate me in the morning?”
“I’m going to hate it when the morning comes because I’ll have idiots in the bed beside us. I’d much rather fuck you in the morning.”
“Just for tonight, Frank,” he throws you his shirt and your panties as he walks to retrieve his belt.
“Can I come in yet?” Bucky asks, sitting on the floor. “I couldn’t find Steve, so I figured he found him another one.”
“He’s passed out in here, Buck,” Frank gives you another look as you crawl under the blanket, before he lets Bucky inside. “Don’t ask me any questions, and I won’t tell you any lies.”
“Lips are sealed. Oh…hey, uh…”
“You can call me, Bunny.”
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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 5
Summary: your week with Frank, and you find out lots of new things...
Pairings: Frank Adler X Reader (Past)
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, mentions of somnophilia, sex with an audience, cheating (?), 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 4.4K
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“Frank?” You ask, lifting up off his chest. He holds tighter to you, pulling you down for an innocent kiss, despite your sticky post coital skin clinging to each other. “Is there some place you have always wanted to visit, but haven’t. Nothing to do with a rodeo, either. This is just leisure.”
“Hmm,” he hums, starting to run his hands up and down your back. “Can’t be for a rodeo, huh? Kentucky. We can go to the pony races. Still beautiful in its own way. Different from Montana. And where would my sweet Bunny go?”
“Drive up the east coast in the fall,” he tilts his head to the side, giving you a soft smile. “I want to see all the changing trees. Get some maple in Vermont. Hit every single one of those little bitty states, and end in Boston.”
“Boston? Is that why you want me to wear a Red Sox hat? What’s in Boston?”
“History. And yes, my dad is a Red Sox fan. Always has been. I’ve always wanted to visit there. I don’t know about living there. Giving all this up,” you look out the big window beside your bed. You didn’t bother to close the curtain when the two of you were on the property. Able to have nature and mountains in the distance. Still able to view the stars, and were even surprised when Frank knew some of the constellations.
“Like go to the museums, the food, the art, the history, Frank. And…I don’t know there’s these books my mom used to read. They were always set in Boston. They were just so mysterious, and I’ve always wanted to go and see the spots that he was talking about.”
“Mmm,” his eyes start fluttering close, and you snuggle more into his chest. Relaxing into him as the two of you start settling in for bed. “I’ll take you to Boston one day.��
“Promise?”
“One day, Bunny. You can show me the history. But now, I just want you to sleep on me. Tomorrow, it’s just you and me.”
“And Steve and Bucky and the rest of the rodeo.”
“Shh, go to sleep.”
Clyde jumps from the back seat of the truck to the front the moment you pull into the rodeo. Happily licking at you while you look over at Frank, he looked happy. He looked happier here than he ever did with you at home. You feel a tinge of guilt about asking him to take a year off. There was a lightness to him. Even just pulling your tiny little camper, he seemed at peace because he knew it was leading him to the rodeo. Throwing the truck into park, he turns towards you, puckering his lips.
“Gimme a kiss, Bunny,” he speaks too deep, and you giggle as you lean in for a chaste peck that turns raunchy quickly. Clyde had migrated to the floor, and Frank was pulling you more into him. A hand groping you tit when both of you jump at Steve smacking the hood of the truck.
“We getting a show for free?” He laughs, and Bucky was standing there with his back to the two of you, “You two gonna have a private rodeo? Ride ‘em cowboy, am I right, Bunny?”
“Hey Steve,” you scream back out the windshield. Reaching in the back for Clyde’s leash.
“Don’t start,” Frank groans, already irritated at your silence.
“Didn’t say anything.”
“They’re my friends.”
“Frank, I didn’t say anything. Steve has seen us in much more compromising positions. I seriously don’t care, okay?” He nods his head, but still stares at you, “Don’t make this a big deal, because it’s not. I promise. You want me to meet you with them after I walk the buddy?”
“Yeah, are you gonna be my personal nurse today?”
“Uh, maybe tonight.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mhmm, I’ll give you a thorough exam tonight, okay? I’ll see you in a bit, cowboy,” the kiss the two of you give each other was much sweeter, and you open the door to let Clyde smell the smells, and get some much needed relief while Frank grabs his things and checks in.
Watching everyone move about makes you slightly miss this. The unpredictability of the rodeo, the people, the excitement, but you did enjoy your peace of mind at home. Clicking your tongue at Clyde, you walk him further away from the horses and bulls. Letting him hear them without being too close.
“Bunny!” You peek around your shoulder to see Bucky jogging over towards you, and you hold out your hands for a quick hug. “This has been such a weird season without you. How’s life been?” Faking a yawn, you pat your mouth with your left hand, letting him see the actual ring Frank had finally replaced your grandmother’s with.
“I heard. It’s about time he quit playing games with you.”
“Yeah, he did good. Now if I can get him to stop rodeoing long enough for us to build a house. Oh, and this sweet boy is Clyde. Clyde, this is Uncle Bucky, he’s the sweet one of the group.”
“He’s cute. You settled for a dog until Frank knocks you up?”
“Settling for a dog until Frank and I build a house. House, marriage, kids, and I’m not so sure how that’s going to work out considering this is his life. Look at him,” you motion your head towards Frank, and your fiance had the biggest smile planted on his face as he talks to Steve. “I forgot how the rodeo was his first love.”
“Aw, come on, Buns, he ain’t never loved anyone like he loves you,” you didn’t doubt that, you just hoped he loved you more than he loved the rodeo. “You’ll just have to use the winnings this season to build a house quickly. You got a wedding to plan.”
“We’ll probably have to get married at the rodeo. At least I know he’ll smile in the pictures.”
“You okay?” You nod your head, giving him a fake punch to his shoulder, “What?”
“Any buckle bunny caught your eye?”
“I don’t want a buckle bunny. I want someone I can settle down with. I’m just using earnings to store away for a good life with a good woman. I don’t want my own ranch, I’d love to partner with someone and work the ranch, ya know?”
“Bucky Barnes has goals, huh? Bucky, I don’t know if any woman deserves someone as sweet as you.”
Steve swats at Frank’s arm, pointing over towards you and Bucky. Laughing and cutting up. Walking around with Clyde on a leash, and he looks back out at the ring, “You think he’s after my girl?” He squints into the sun, refusing to look towards Steve who starts laughing.
“Naw, Bucky is a good one. But appearances matter here. She may have the ring, but you don’t have anything claiming you to her. Haven’t shown the circuit how you're the cock that she’s obsessed with.”
“How is she supposed to be claiming me?”
“Really? Get you one of those big greasy hickies on your neck. You got that camper, when it’s rockin’ don’t come a knockin’,” he shoves his elbow on Frank, starting to laugh. “Oh come on, enough people see her with Bucky and a ring on her finger, he’s the hopeless romantic, who do you think they’re going to assume she’s engaged to? By the way, we could save some money if we just slept in your camper. Doesn’t the table turn into a bed? We’ll wait until the camper quits moving. Make sure she’s loud in the saddle, Frankie boy.”
“You’re trying to get me in trouble, aren’t you? She’d die if she knew that you were sleeping above Clyde’s cubby,” Frank scratches the back of neck, knowing that you would in fact be ticked off with company in the camper.
“Just don’t tell her. You bought the camper right? To distract her from that ginger pussy you had that night,” Frank stands up straight, glaring at Steve, “What? Oh, come on, she has to know about that.”
“No she doesn’t. I didn’t tell her, she didn’t need to know.”
“You’re an idiot. You know what city we’re in? Have fun,” Frank pauses, looking around to where the usual buckle bunnies hang out, and thankfully there was no redhead. “So, about us sleeping in the camper? It would be great.”
“Yeah, just…don’t say anything to Bunny. It’s not that important. We weren’t even that serious then.”
“Okay. You just got into a fight about her flirting with Bucky. I see your eyes turning green because she is in fact with Bucky right now. You know that man doesn’t want to be with her right? Bucky has very specific qualities he wants in a woman. Bunny ain’t it. She can talk with him because they’re both romantic idiots. Quit beating around the bush and marry the girl. A camper and puppy won’t distract her for too long. It’s all I’m saying,” Steve holds his hands out, walking away backwards from Frank who was left a bit more paranoid than before. “Your funeral buddy. Maybe get a bit injured and let her do all the work. I know how much you like her riding you.”
“I’m not talking to you anymore.”
“You shouldn’t. I need to get laid!” Frank rolls his eyes, resting his hands on the fence as he looks back at you. He didn’t want to get mad at you being with Bucky. Yeah you were smiling and laughing, but he knew what you looked like when you were in love. He rolls his fingers over the fence knowing that this week was going to be an interesting one. He just hoped things went the way he wanted them to go.
Clyde looks at the bull nervously, looking up at Frank when he backs away a couple of feet. But you couldn’t stop staring at him. He was in his element, confident and ready for this ride as Steve and Bucky get him tightened up. “Bunny!” He screams at you, and you climb up the fence, “Need my good luck charm.”
With his left hand right under your breast, he crashes into your lips for a bruising kiss. Sucking on your tongue, and making your breathless before pulling away too soon. Giving you a quick wink. You shouldn’t be as turned on by this as you were. Not only did he look super sexy in his cowboy attire, he was claiming you in a sinful and public way. Letting all the bunnies and riders know that the two of you belonged together.
“Okay, boys! Okay!” He screams, and the chute opens for his eight second ride. You bend over to scoop Clyde up, and hold him close while you stare horrified at your fiance. This part always made you nervous. It was like a sick show watching him get tossed around, but when the bell chimes, and he’s able to get off safely from the bull, throwing his hat in the air, you start bouncing around, kissing around Clyde’s face.
“He’ll get a top score for that,” Bucky screams in your ear, but you are more excited about him not being hurt. Waiting for him to climb the fence by you, and capturing your lips with his while the stadium watching. It was one of the best feelings in the world. A grand declaration that you were his.
Maybe just maybe coming out this week wasn’t so bad after all.
“Frank,” you whisper, starting to sink lower down his body. “Frank,” you pepper kisses all down his chest. Stopping right over his low sitting boxers. “It’s time to wake up,” sticking your tongue out, and pulling down his boxer briefs, you lick up his quickly hardening length. “Frank, don’t you want me to ride you for your wake you call?”
“Bunny,” you let his underwear snap back on him, and he groans, sitting up, while you look over towards the table, and the two bodies that were sleeping there. “You really going to give us a live show?”
“Steve?” You squeak out, and look down at Frank before looking back at your guests.. Your arms circling your bare chest for coverage. “And Bucky, too. Hey, Buck. How did the table sleep?”
“It would have slept better if I didn’t hear you moaning in the middle of the night. Frank, did ya start fingering her or something?” Steve stretches, sitting up to stare straight at yours and Frank’s bed, causing Clyde to crawl out from his bed under the table yipping at him.
“I seriously forgot you two were here,” Frank yawns. This is why you didn’t like being on the road. Steve and Bucky usually weren’t too far away.
“Oh my god! Out!”
“Buns.”
“Get out! Out!”
“Bunny, it’s not a big deal. I told them they could stay,” you weren’t in the mood. You had just woken up, slept nude, and there was Bucky and Steve.
“Steve, let's go,” Bucky starts to get up, giving you a quick look as he grabs his shirt from the floor.
“Grab the keys to the truck,” Frank motions to the counter, and the two of them leave. The second the door closes, you’re jumping off the bed, grabbing out your clothes for the day. “Bunny.”
“Frank, a bit of a head’s up would have been nice. You have on clothes, I see. I am completely naked. They were feet away from us. I came out on the road to spend time with you. Not Bucky and Steve, but you. You could have given me the same knowledge you had yourself, and let me put on some panties and a shirt. Maybe not slowly fuck me from behind in the middle of the night.”
“Buns, they know we have sex.”
“Knowing we have sex, and being able to watch it are two very different things. I just…do you even get what I’m trying to say? My privacy was taken away from me. Gone. I deserved to know you were letting them stay. I just feel violated,” he stands from the bed, and holds you softly in his arms. Waiting until you wrap your arms around his waist, tickling his lower back. “It’s just embarrassing.”
“I know, I should have said something. They can sleep in the truck or get a hotel. I’m sorry. I am. And I did forget they were in here, we’ve never had house guests before,” you lean back off his chest, with an exasperated sigh, and he gives a kiss to your nose, laughing. “We got time for a quickie?”
“Nope. You got that in the middle of the night.”
“Bunny.”
“You were on your way to getting a blowjob and some reverse cowgirl. You’re the one that had to let them stay. Enjoy your blue balls,” Frank says your name, backing you up to the bed, but you shake your head with a smile. You weren’t caving in this time. “No, Frank. No!” You squeal as he lifts you over his shoulder. “Put me down.”
“After I fuck you.”
“No. Frank, you better not,” when he drops you on the bed, shoving his hands down your pants, you don't want to moan. “Frank!”
“You’re drenched. It’s not even fair.”
“I can take a cold shower and wash up. Stop. You’re gonna be late.”
“Let me play with you,” he presses two fingers into your warmth, and you grab tight to his arms. “I’ll take the punishment of blue balls, but you were very horny making out with my cock.”
“Your cock never went into my mouth.”
“Bunny, just relax. Enjoy this.”
“Tonight we go dancing?” He shakes head no, adding another finger. “Tonight we will go dancing!”
“We can go dancing if you fuck me.”
“Your fingers are fucking me.”
He starts laughing, removing his fingers to pull down your pants. His briefs get shuffled down enough to free his cock, and he slides into you. “Do you ever get tired of fucking? Can’t make it through the night without fucking me in my sleep.”
“You liked it. Had your cream all over me. Made a mess of your cunt,” you take a deep gulp, staring up at him. “You are my messy little slut, huh? I think I heard Steve mast…”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” you growl up at him. You didn’t care what he heard coming from the other bed. You didn’t want to know. Ignorance is bliss. You just needed to finish. Head to the drugstore, just in case. You hated when Frank would cum in you. You guys weren’t ready for a baby, and you needed a backup plan. Should have listened to Mindy when she said to get on birth control.
“Frank,” you whimper, squeezing onto his arms. His body starts thrusting into you harder. He had to make it quick. Didn’t want to make things too obvious. You were supposed to be fighting. Having a melt down at the two of them being in here.
He brings himself completely out of you, before jamming into you with so much force it rocks the camper. So much for being inconspicuous. He loved making your body ‘buck’ with his movements. Loved watching the way you became so weak with a need for him. He starts making tight circles on your clit, “Go on, Bunny, come with me. You’re almost there. Squeezing me so tight. You’re right there. Right,” he lets out a hard moan as your walls constrict around him, and he blows his load deep inside of you.
“I’m going to leave you in here to shower. I’ll say we compromised by going out tonight, okay?” You give him a dopey smile, sitting up for a quick kiss, and he pulls on some clothes. Leaving you alone to get ready for the day.
He gives the cab of the truck a hard knock, and Steve and Bucky crawl out, “Yeah, you were gone a bit too long. Still got it in, didn’t you?”
“What can I say, we can't keep our hands to ourselves. Um…we’re going dancing tonight. So, you can get you some action, and ya’ll can either sleep in the truck or get you a hotel room. She’s not too happy about…well, she was naked.”
“She’s got a nice ass, but you really wanna go dancing in this town?” Steve asks with a crooked smile. “You’re asking for a breakup. Bunny is going to smell that desperate redhead from a mile away. Have fun tonight. I wouldn’t want to miss it.”
Frank forgot all about that for a moment. There was a possibility that the redhead, who he still didn’t have a name for, barely could remember him herself. He just knew that something had happened that he wasn’t too proud of, and he was going to let it stay in the past. Hopefully.
“I’m going to get me something to drink, you want something?”
Frank pulls you in close to his body, giving you a dirty little kiss, while he holds up your hand, playing with your engagement ring, “Yes, just get me a beer,” turning to walk away, he gives you a swat on your ass, whistling.
Frank heads back to the table, faltering a moment as he looks into the corner, and he’s looking straight ahead. Don’t look. Don’t engage. Don’t acknowledge. “Steve, we gotta get out of here.”
“I’m still looking.”
“Steve!” He tilts his head to the corner, and it was a mistake. Redhead herself was walking over to him. “Shit. Shit. Go tell Bunny to get us some rounds of shots or something. Keep her busy. Please, anything,” Steve glares at Frank, but heads over to your side.
“Frank Adler,” the redhead saunters right up to him, grabbing at his buckle. “I missed you.”
“You should leave.”
“Why? Would it have something to do with your little bitch of a fiancé? Wasn’t she the one you got in a fight with last year, and sought out my comfort?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You need to leave,” he side steps her, heading towards you, but you had already seen. Tapping on Steve’s arm, and pointing over to them. Frank was screwed. He knew it, too. “I really need you to leave,” he jogs around her, heading towards you, but before he even gets to the bar, you are walking away from him and this situation.
He jogs to catch up with you, screaming your name, but you need out of here. Everything was closing in on you, and your ears ring with straight fury. “Bunny,” he grabs at your arm when you get out of the door, and you smack him away. “Bunny, baby, stop. Let me explain.”
“No,” you start laughing, so you don’t cry, and all you want to do is scream. “No, you don’t get to explain.”
“Buns, stop,” he yells as you start to walk away. They could have the camper, you were going to stay in their hotel. “Bunny.”
“Who is she?” Frank just stands there, and it pisses you off more. “Who is she? A buckle bunny, huh? Not your bunny though, no. That’s supposed to be me, you son of bitch!”
“Bunny, stop,” the audacity. You needed Clyde, and you were going home. Home to Montana, and you’d live with your parents for a bit. Maybe finally get your dream of driving up the east coast. “It’s not what you think it is. Let me explain!”
“Then explain. What was that?” He looks up at the sky, trying to collect his thoughts, which just piss you off even more. He wanted to explain, but now he couldn’t. “You can’t even fucking explain that.”
“Buns, we weren’t even together…officially.”
“W-w-what…what does that…what does that…oh my god, I’m going to be sick,” you start fanning your face, trying to think of when this happened. The moment you met Frank, you were together. “Officially? What?”
“Don’t worry,” the redhead steps behind you, cocking her hip to the side, “He was a lousy lay. Neither of us finished before he passed out. I hope you have a nice life with a drunk limp cock,” you hated them. Both of them. You had been a fool. All of this for nothing.
“When? When, Frank? When?”
He reaches out a hand to you, making shapes on your arm with his fingers, “Buns, you know when. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It didn’t mean anything. I don’t even know her name, and we weren’t…we…Bunny, I’m sorry.”
“It was that night wasn’t it? I knew you were off,” your lip trembles as you try to hold in your tears. “You fucking slept with her, and you came to my bed and declared your love, and we became ‘official’ that night. You accused trying to get with Bucky, and you got with some buckle chaser. That’s rich. That’s so like a man. Justify your insecurities, by an argument, and then having sex with someone because I chose to walk away from that argument. My god, we’re so fucking screwed, Frank. I’ve begged you to get serious. Live in a two by two camper with a dog, so we can save money. I’ve put up with this schedule, and everything only benefits you. Not me, most definitely not us. I can’t…I can’t do this, I told you that night I can’t forgive cheating.”
“I didn’t. Bunny, I didn’t cheat on you. We were just fucking then. But I couldn’t touch her. She wasn’t you, no one will ever be you. Bunny, I knew how much I loved you and couldn’t live without you in that moment,” the bare minimum. He was saying the dumbest thing, and you are the idiot that is falling for it. He had to feel the cunt of another woman to know just how much he loved you.
“Oh my god. Did you use a condom?”
“Yes, I’m not fucking idiot.”
“You didn’t use one with me our first time.”
“You’re a nurse. She’s a whore for the buckle. Do you realize how many riders she’s probably been with?”
“That doesn’t make me feel any better. You slept with her, and then you were beating on my door, wanting to hold me all night long because you felt guilty.”
“No it’s because I. Love. You! I screwed up, and I’m sorry. I have been faithful. I haven’t looked or touched anyone but you since that night. I have…when we go back, you’ll…it was going to be a surprise, but they’re grading the property. I know we kind of looked at houses, but…I want to build us our home. I know the camper is shitty, it’s ours, but I want you to be happy. I’m serious, it’s just you. This…I didn’t want this tonight. I wanted this week to reignite us again. I screwed up. I fucked up, but I want this…with you. I’m — I’m gonna pull back, it’s been a good season, I can afford to. We, me and you, baby. We can afford for me to pull back.”
You want to believe him. Want to think that he meant every single word. And you did, until the last part. Deep down you know Frank wasn’t going to pull back. Down deep in your core you did not think Frank was going to quit rodeoing anytime soon, but the romantic part of you that wanted this relationship to work was louder. You loved him. And you weren’t officially together. You had been sleeping together. It went against everything in you, but you were willing to give him that one time.
“They’re grading on the property?”
“Yes, baby. They’re grading, I wanted to surprise you when we got back. Got us a few options for houses. We’re going to have us a home, and soon a marriage, and our little kids, and they can ride the sheep at the ranch.”
“No. No, cowboys. No rodeos for our kids. I can’t worry about you and kids, Frank.”
“So we’re good?” You slowly lick your lips, contemplating what was the right move. He didn’t lie. He owned up to it. You were just sleeping together. Now you are engaged, it was different. “Buns?”
“Yeah. Yeah, we’re good. We should relieve Bucky from puppy duty.”
“Bucky is probably asleep. You wanna — just for old time’s sake go to the hotel, let him sleep in the camper with Clyde?” It was against your better judgment, but you nod your head, holding a hand out for him to take you to the hotel. You just didn’t realize it was his plan all along. The camper was in fact getting too small. You were right. And soon…your gut feelings would be haunting you. You knew better than to ignore your intuition, but love is blind.
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Canadian Girl
Chapter Eleven
Previous Chapter
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 3096
Warnings: Fluff, Stereotyping of Canadians (I'm allowed, I am one)
Steve woke those two hours later to an empty bed and sat bolt upright.
She was gone, his shirt was laid over the end of the bed, and he was out of it in a flash. If she was running anyway, had left him after last night, he was going to find her and... and... and... he couldn’t think of anything past the fear.
Jerking on clean clothes, he paused to listen to the quiet before sliding silently out of her room and down the hall, all the while wondering how she’d gotten out of the bed without him waking up.
At the bottom of the stairs, he smelled coffee first, then the heavenly scent of cinnamon buns, a personal weakness, and headed for the bright lights of the kitchen.
Kennedy’s redheaded mother, standing at the counter, startled when she saw him. “Oh! Steven! You gave me as big a fright as Bucky did this morning. You two need to make a little noise when you move, or I'm gonna get you both a dang bell.”
The tone was mildly scolding, but her smile was friendly. The threat of a bell, however, made him chuckle. “Sorry about that, Mary.” His eyes quickly scanned the room. “Kennedy up yet?”
Her smile turned wicked. “As you spent last night in her bed, I’d imagine you know she is.”
He could feel the blush darkened his cheeks and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I…” He had no idea what to say to the mother of the woman he was sleeping with.
“Kennedy’s a grown woman, Steven. What she chooses to do and with whom is her choice, but I tell you this,” she placed the cup on the counter, and rounded the island to walk towards him, “If she ever comes home in tears over you again, Captain America, serum enhanced or not, I will hunt you down so damn fast and return her pain tenfold! You get me, Cap?”
She was nearly a foot shorter than him and a good sixty pounds lighter, but he had a moment of concern. She looked like she could pull it off in that instant.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good.” She smiled sweetly. “Coffee?”
Damn. “Black is great. I see where Kennedy gets her spunk from as well as her looks.”
“You flatter me, Steven.” She batted her hand his way and went to get him coffee.
“Mary?”
“Yes, Steven?” She looked up at him and smiled.
“I... really love her,” he murmured.
Her smile softened. “I know you do, sweety. That’s why when Jonas asks why the rug in the study is missing and why it smells so strongly of cinnamon, I’m going to tell him a spark caught the rug, burned a nasty hole, and I had to warm the cinnamon to get rid of the smell.”
He blushed a bit harder and could tell she was biting back laughter as she handed him the travel mug.
“Kennedy’s in the paddock and Bucky’s out there with her.” She waved toward the window.
He moved so he could see out it.
Bucky was leaning against the railing and Kennedy was up on Kyle.
It made him frown. “She should be recovering.”
Mary snorted behind him.
His ears warmed with how hard he blushed.
Managing to hold in the laughter, Mary said, “She once was part of a twenty-four-hour ride. Every four hours they switched off horses. When she finished, stubborn girl that she was, she couldn’t even stand up, but the ride was something she did to raise money and awareness for multiple sclerosis. Her legs seized up on her, and she cried when I helped her into the bath, but, the next morning I looked out the window at five a.m, and she’s on Kyle’s back, taking him through his paces. There were tears in her eyes, but she loves that horse. She rides every day when she’s home. Rain, shine, or snow. Long as it’s not dangerous for him, that’s where you’ll find her.”
“She could board him at the barns in the park. She ever thought about it?” Steven wondered.
“He’d distract her or she’d feel she was neglecting him. She’s said so herself. Here he gets regular use, and she loves on him when she visits.”
Sipping from the cup, his heart much settled, he hummed appreciatively. “Wow. Good coffee.”
Chuckling, she handed him a warm cinnamon bun on a napkin. “Tim Hortons.”
“She tell you about that?” he smirked at Mary.
“She’s told me everything. I know what it’s like to live in the spotlight. A much smaller one mind you, but still a spotlight. It was easier for me to relate.” She glanced at the window. “She’s got him warmed up. You should go watch.” The timer on the stove dinged, and she turned back to it. “And Steven? Thank you.”
“For what, Mary?” he asked, shoving his feet into his boots and grabbing his jacket.
“Carl was a bastard. He fucked with Kenny something awful. She glowed this morning, and when I said she looked beautiful, she smiled. My daughter hasn’t just accepted a compliment in six and a half years.” Tears welled, but she fought them back, striding across the room instead so she could hug him. “Thank you.”
Stunned, he stood a little stiffly before closing his arms around her back. “She did make mention you were huggers.”
“Get used to it, boy. You’re ours now.” She patted his cheek. “Don’t look so surprised. Kennedy’s part of your family which means you’ve become part of ours. All of your team, even... Stark.”
There was a shadow of concern in her eyes, and Steve took and squeezed her hand. “He’s not how you think he is. And I’ll watch over Kennedy.”
She nodded as he pulled on his coat before taking coffee and sweet smelling bun out the door with him.
The cold hit him in the face, but there was no wind, and he was grateful. He didn’t care what Kennedy said. This was fudging cold.
Striding through the snow, he watched her ride with confidence around the ring, the horse seeming almost to dance beneath her when he did a quick change of feet. Her legs were encased in tight pants and knee-high boots. A different puffy coat - This one black - protected her torso. Gloves, hat, and scarf closed out the rest of the cold.
Leaning on the railing beside Bucky, he bit into the cinnamon bun, listening to the crunch of snow beneath Kyle’s feet as he smirked at his best friend’s scowl. “What?”
“We’re you trying to break some record, punk?” Bucky rolled his eyes upwards and shook his head.
“She proposed a hypothesis. I was just a willing participant in her experiment.”
Bucky stole a chunk out of his cinnamon bun. “You’re a shit. A lucky shit, but still a shit.”
“Were we really that loud?” Steve asked quietly.
Bucky shook his head. “Nah, pal. You know I’m just more sensitive to noise. Wanda may have picked up on a few wildly swinging emotions, but she ain't going to say nothing.”
Relieved, Steve turned his eyes back to Kennedy. “What’s she doing?”
Bucky shrugged. “She called it dressage.”
“He looks like he’s dancing.” Steve watched her have the horse prance in place, twirl in a strange hopping rhythm, before she sent him sideways, feet crossing like ‘X’s. With his curved neck and pricked ears, Kyle looked quite elegant.
Bringing the horse to a halt, Kennedy threw the reins up his neck and gave him double pats. “Good job.” Looking up, she smiled his way. “Awake I see.”
“I am. Why are you?”
She faltered at the tone and Bucky punched him in the shoulder. With the metal hand.
“Ow! Damn it, Bucky!”
“Ignore him, doll. He’s grumpy pre-coffee.” Bucky rolled his eyes. “I’m going to get one of Mary’s cinnamon buns.” Glaring at Steve, he muttered, “She’s a fucking treasure. Any woman who can keep up with one of us for three hours is a damn miracle. Be nice, dumbass.”
Frowning, Steve looked back at Kennedy and sighed.
She looked a little less bright, and he mentally kicked himself. The others were used to him barking orders and questions. She was not part of his team.
He couldn’t treat her like she was.
He was quick to shove the napkin in his pocket, setting the travel mug on the ground, before clearing the fence. Striding towards her, he slowed to a stop at her knee and laid his hand on it. “You have to be tender, Doc. I just don’t want you to overdo it.”
Her smile returned, and she leaned down. “I thought a different kind of riding might loosen some of my muscles.” She grinned and drew him up by his jacket to kiss him good morning.
“Damn, woman.” He growled against her lips. Pulling back, he patted Kyle’s damp shoulder. “That’s some pretty fancy footwork he was doing. Thought you were a cowgirl, doll?
“I’m that, too. Kyle was a bit clumsy as a three-year-old. The dressage helped his balance. Now he’s one of the better cutting horses on the ranch.”
“Cutting?” Steve asked.
Smirking, Kennedy backed Kyle away. “You pretty quick, Cap?” She had a weird look on her face.
“Yeah. You know I am.”
“I’m assuming you’re familiar with tag.”
“Yeah...” He really didn’t like the look on her face.
“Be a lamb, Steven, and run past me to the other end of the arena.” She turned Kyle toward him, shifting her seat. The horse’s ears pricked and he quivered gently in anticipation.
“Alright...” He started to jog, and the horse turned with him. When he stopped so did Kyle. Turning the other way, so did the horse. “I see how it is.”
“Give us your best shot, Cap!” She laughed and grabbed a handful of mane.
***
“I can’t believe you were bested by a horse!” Bucky fairly roared with laughter as Steve glared at him.
“Hey! It’s not as easy as it looks, jerk!” Steve snapped.
“I can’t believe you fell off, Kenny,” Matt snickered behind his cup of coffee.
“Wrong tack, buddy. I’d like to see you stay on a cutting horse in dressage gear.” She huffed at him and shift the ice higher up her hip. Falling off with speed onto the frozen ground on a hip which already bore a few tender bruises had not been fun.
Handing her a cup of coffee, Steve rested against the arm of her chair. “You okay there, Kennedy?” He asked quietly.
“Yeah. Not my first rodeo.” She shrugged.
“That’s for sure. You remember the time you got it in your head that you were going to be a bull rider and signed up for the mutton busting?” Matt smirked at Bucky while closing an invisible hand over Kennedy’s mouth. “The rig slipped as she came out of the chute and instead of letting go, she rode the damn sheep upside down!”
Grabbing for anything in reach, she settled on a nice heavy book, flinging it at his head. It floated down to the coffee table but broke his focus long enough that he let go of her mouth. “I was six, you moron! And if you ever do that again, I swear I will put a pinch of gunpowder in your coffee cup and set it off!”
“Doll?” Steve asked concerned.
Waving her hand at Matt, she muttered, “Dumbass closed my mouth.”
“We both know you wouldn’t do that, Kenny.” He dismissed her with a shrug.
“No, but I have no qualms about dyeing your hair while you're sleeping.” She stuck her tongue out at him.
“No, no, no! You promised not to do that again after Jessie!” Matt cried.
“What are you two hooligans yapping on about?” Jonas huffed, striding in the door to take a seat beside Matt.
“He’s a jerk!”
“She threatened to dye my hair!”
“He sealed my lips and told the mutton busting story!”
Steve took one look at Bucky, and they both burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, doll face! But this is just....” He gasped for air. “You’re so clearly related!”
A little embarrassed by how far they’d gotten out of hand, she snickered once at the ridiculousness. “Siblings.” Shaking her head, she sipped her coffee while leaned into the ice pack.
Sighing, refusing to get involved, even if he was their father, Jonas looked at the floor before the fireplace where the thick rug sat. “Hey? Does anyone know what happened to the rug in my study?”
Steve, avoiding looking at Bucky or Kennedy, quickly stood up. “Let me top that up for you, doll.” He left with her cup spilling coffee over the edge.
***
“Big family dinner tonight,” Mary said to Tony when the man walked in the kitchen. She could hear the shouting from the living room and wasn’t leaving until it calmed down. Plus she was feeding way more people than normal with much bigger appetites and needed to keep an eye on all the skillets she had cooking. “You’re welcome to stay.”
Tony shook his head. “Some of us should get back. Can’t have all of us away at the same time or the world might just go to hell.”
Pouring him a cup of coffee, Mary passed it to him across the counter. “You are welcome, Tony. We may all be a bit… stiff with you for a while but… I trust Steven to know what he’s about when he says you aren’t as we think you are.”
Sighing softly, Tony slid onto one of the barstools at the island. “Faith comes pretty naturally to you people, doesn’t it?”
“You talking the Jones’s or Canadians in general?” she chuckled softly, flipping the pancakes. “I can’t speak for all of this country, have, in fact, seen some pretty terrible things in recent years,” she shook her head sadly, “But this family likes to give people the benefit of the doubt. Take Danny for example.” Her hand shook as she reached for her cup of coffee before it clenched around the handle.
Tony eyed her carefully.
“That boy was constantly in trouble. If it wasn’t drugs, it was gambling. He always needed money and often ended up on our doorstep, coming begging the boys or Kenny or Jonas to help him out. Swear up and down it was the last time...” Sighing, she thrust her hand through her hair while wiping viciously at the tears that fell from her eyes with the other. “Guess this really was the very last time. What in the world am I going to tell Joan?”
“Nothing,” Tony got up and rounded the island to place a hand on her shoulder. “You tell her nothing. We’ll take care of it. Make it clear he got mixed up in something along the lines of his previous entanglements. They’ll never have to know what he tried to do to Kennedy.”
“You’d do that?”
Tony turned to see Steve and Jonas standing in the doorway. “Huh. She’s right, Cap. You could use a bell.”
Steve rolled his eyes, but it was Jonas who stepped forward. “I’ve been wracking my brain trying to find a way to break this news to Joan. She’s… fragile with her MS and Daniel has his hands full just keeping her healthy. It would destroy them both to find out Danny had…” he cleared his throat, “Done what he did. But we can’t just leave ‘em to think one day their son will turn up when we all know… he won’t.”
“Then it’s best if you leave this to us. We can see they get notified properly.” Tony nodded to Jonas before looking to Steve. “Fury’s on his way.”
“What? Why?” Steve asked.
“He has an offer for Jonas here,” Tony smirked a little grin before patting Mary’s shoulder. “Bunch of us are going to head back. Figured you’d want to stay till Kennedy was ready to leave, so you’re off the docket, Cap. Consider yourself on leave. You and Barnes. You both could use some downtime.”
“What about me?”
They all jolted, turning to see Natasha leaning against the wall.
“What about you?” Tony huffed. “How long you been lurking?”
“I do not lurk!” Nat scoffed, sauntering towards the coffee pot.
“She can stay,” Steve smirked. “If she wants to and it’s alright with Jonas to have a few extra hands around.”
“Could actually use the help. CFR’s on up in Edmonton. Got a few bulls and a few broncs which need transport north for the rodeo. They’re on the list of top stock this year. With Henry heading south and Jesse not wanting to get too far from May and the baby, I’m shorthanded.”
“Can’t say I know anything about livestock, but I’ll be happy to hang out with Kennedy while you put those two to work.” Nat winked at Steve and smiled brightly until both Jonas and Mary laughed.
“If you think Kennedy will be left out, you’re in for a shock. Rodeo is in her blood. Why, if she could swing it, she’d be up competing on Swiftfoot in the barrel racing.” Mary pulled open the stove, dumping the newest batch of pancakes in the warming pan she had in the oven. Glancing from it to Steven and back, she closed the door and turned to make another batch of batter.
“Then it’s settled. Nat, Steve, and Bucky will stick around for a while. The rest of us will head back to the Tower.” Tony stated before sipping from his cup and groaning. “Bring some of this back with you.” He pointed at the mug.
Jonas sidled up to his wife and kissed her cheek. “You looking to feed an army, woman?”
“They’re growing boys, Jonas, and super soldiers as well. You know they need to eat more.” She rolled her eyes at him and glanced at Steven who was shaking his head.
“Ma’am, you do realize I’m nearly twice your age,” Steve smirked a little grin.
“And yet you don’t look a day over thirty-five. Whatever is your secret?” she quipped, making him laugh.
Chuckling, Jonas kissed her cheek a second time. “Woman, you're nothing but trouble.”
“That’s why you married me,” she teased.
“Hey, do you know what happened to the rug in my study?” he asked.
Biting her lip, Mary did her best not to laugh when Steven swiftly exited the room. “You know, it was the craziest thing…”
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