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tharros-auris-black-asimi · 2 years

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Satisfied (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Alpha Bucky Barnes x CEO Reader

Summary: You've been in love with James Barnes for... forever, it seems like. For the past two years of his marriage to your sister, you've been repressing your romantic feelings towards him because he's married. You'd never hurt your sister like that.

But after she passes away suddenly, James leaves. Leaving you alone and giving you a position of wealth that you never wanted.

Four years later, you're trying your best to keep things together until James barges back into your life. To his surprise though, you want to get married. You want to settle down, regardless if you love your future partner or not.

And James... well... he doesn't quite know how to feel about it.

Not really.

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, love at first sight, unrequited love, character death, grief/mourning, Bucky kinda sorta being a bit of an asshole (he's got a good reason why I promise), heavy angst

Additional Notes: Hello everyone! Apologies that I've been away for a while. My muse sorta just flip-flopped for the past few weeks, and then my laptop cracked. So, I had to buy a new one. Now that I'm all settled in, hopefully, fingers crossed that my updates are a bit more frequent!

As always, if you'd like to read this chapter on my AO3, you can do it here.

Word Count: 3,741

Six years, three months, and two days.

Six years, three months, and two days ago⎯ your life had resembled some sort of normalcy.

Six years, three months, and two days ago, your life was something like Charlotte Lucas from Pride and Prejudice.

Your parents had been bugging you then, telling you at the age of twenty-four, that you needed to start thinking about settling down. All of your friends were doing it. Darcy Lewis, your fellow Omega friend from uni already settled down with Loki Laufeyson and was expecting a pup with him. And her friend Jane Foster who was also an Omega was married to Brunnhilde and they were expecting a pup too.

Eventually, your circle of friends fell in line and started settling down too. One by one, as if they were dominos falling over one another.

Your friends were finding their future partners and then; there was you.

You didn't date.

You didn't settle down.

You didn't do any of the sort.

You couldn't date.

You couldn't settle down.

You couldn't, didn't do any of those things because the Alpha you wanted to date, to settle down with was already taken.

By your sister.

You loved your sister. Dolores, or as everyone called her, Dot, was the best sister you could ever ask for. She was the oldest out of the two of you. She had gotten married to James when she had been twenty-four, and James was twenty-six.

They were the perfect couple. They always smiled at each other and looked so disgustingly in love that some people in your elite circle called it nauseatingly cute.

If your life couldn't have gotten any worse, you had met James at their engagement party. You both struck up a conversation. He made you laugh. He made you smile. You both talked about the company that Dot would inherit after getting married, and a deep discussion about finances and trade was launched. Everything fell into place, and when you gazed into those baby blues, you knew.

You just knew.

You were in love with him. Like a love-at-first-sight sorta thing. He set your heart aflame.

No one had ever made you feel like this before. No Alpha or Beta, not even other Omegas ever made you feel like this.

Then, the realization of why he was here revealed itself.

This was your sister’s engagement party.

So you could easily imagine how your heart just shattered into a million pieces when Dot came from behind, smiling as James put an arm around her and kissed her.

What made it worse was that your parents chose that exact moment to come over, excitedly telling you that "This is James! He's your sister's fianceé!"

To make matters worse, your parents hadn't even told you that it was James that Dot was marrying. Just a "come to the engagement party to show support!" and nothing else.

If you could have, you would've given a nod, maybe even a smile, and politely tell them that you needed to FaceTime one of your other friends, and flee the scene.

And that was precisely what you did. You smiled at them, told your parents that you needed to FaceTime your group chat to tell your friends the good news, and left the room. You ran straight to the bathroom, locked yourself inside, and FaceTimed your friends, crying your eyes out.

When Dot and James eventually married, it was an extravagant affair. Many people you recognized in the upper middle class were there. Even kids you had gone to private school with had shown up. Heck, even your entire family showed up too.

You had been Dot and James’s Maid of Honor.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else,” she had told you honestly.

If the roles had been reversed and you had been the one getting married, you probably would’ve said the same.

So, you swallowed your pride and watched as Dot walked down the aisle escorted by your father and married James. You gave your Maid of Honor speech, and successfully hid the pain in your voice and eyes.

For the next two years, you were the third wheel to Dot and James. Dot and James, and you. You, and Dot and James. The happily married young couple and their sister/sister-in-law.

Everything had been manageable. Livable. Day by day, the pain became more and more acceptable.

Just for a second there, you were slowly coming to terms that yes; you were in love with your brother-in-law. But you loved your sister more. You wanted her to be happy. So you threw your feelings toward James out of the window like Prince Charming from Cinderella Three running after Cinderella and chasing the girl of his dreams.

Except in this scenario, you weren’t Cinderella and he wasn’t Prince Charming.

Nope.

You were Anastasia.

You weren’t all mad about that though. You liked her character development in the third movie. She became a truly fleshed-out character in Cinderella Three.

And like Anastasia from Cinderella Three, the worst day of your life happened.

You would never forget the day for as long as you lived.

Dot and James were discussing what they wanted to do on their second anniversary, and Dot had politely asked for your input. You had told her that since this wasn’t your marriage and you weren’t married to him, your opinion didn’t mean much.

It hadn’t been a lie. Because you were telling her the truth. You weren’t married to James; she was. So why should your opinion be weighed in? It was kinda redundant.

Dot however had persisted. Wanting your opinion. Even though you politely dismissed the idea entirely. And then, as if you couldn’t become even more uncomfortable, Dot brought up the idea that she should set you up on a blind date with one of James’s friends. That led you to point out that considering she was discussing it with you, it didn’t count as a blind date. Besides, you knew the majority of James’s friends already so it didn’t count.

But, she continued to probe and push. Like a kid poking at a bear with a stick.

She only stopped when James rectified the situation. At that moment, you were grateful for him and his interference.

Wishing your sister and James a happy anniversary, you spoke your goodbyes, hugged them both, and went back to your apartment.

Little did you know, that was the last time you’d ever speak to her. Because at eight in the morning, you had been awoken by your phone ringing. Text messages spamming your phone.

When you saw the text message to come to the penthouse, you scrambled out of bed, not even bothering to wash your face or brush your teeth; because you were in such a rush. When you finally arrived, it was absolute chaos. Your parents were there and they were crying. Some of your family members already showed up, and they were in tears.

The worst thoughts came to mind.

Had James or Dot got hurt?

Was one of them in the hospital?

Those thoughts became worse and worse as you made your way to the primary bedroom suite.

What you saw made you completely stop in your tracks.

Dot was there, in bed.

Except… she wasn’t moving. She laid there still. Unmoving. Her skin was paler than usual, and her lips had a twinge of blue. Jaundice was on her face.

Your mother was screaming and crying, but somehow, you tuned it out. It became white noise as you zeroed on your sister.

There you stood in the threshold of the door to the primary bedroom, looking on in horror as the thought solidified in your mind. Cementing it there.

Dot was dead.

She was gone.

“She… she was so healthy… I-I just saw her yesterday…”

From where he was sitting in the armchair near the corner, James stood up to his full height. You were so engrossed, the tears beginning their way down your face that you hadn’t even noticed him walk over to you.

“... do something.”

Your brain caught those words. Slowly, with your tear-streaked cheeks, your eyes saw those blue eyes.

Those blue eyes were full of grief. Full of pain. Your heart shattered into even more pieces; even more than when you were told that James was marrying Dot.

At that very moment, your romantic feelings toward James were gone. None of it was there. You didn’t focus on it.

“You know her more than anyone,” his voice sounded broken. “You… you… tell her to wake up. Wake her up, flower. Do it. Please.”

Deep in your heart, you knew you couldn’t wake her up.

Deep in your heart, you knew the soul-wrenching truth.

There would be no waking her up. She wouldn’t be waking up anymore. You wouldn’t be able to hug her. You wouldn’t be able to tell her that you loved and appreciated her. You wouldn’t be able to see her and James’s future pups and be the single cool wine aunt. You wouldn’t be able to show her the pups you would have with your future Alpha, because you wanted to have pups of your own.

And now, you would never be able to do those things with your sister. Never again. She had been ripped apart from you in the worst way possible.

A jerk of your shoulders pulled you back to the present. James had grabbed a hold of your shoulders, jerking you around like you were nothing.

“Do something!”

He shook you. He had you by the shoulders, his grip on you tight. He, like you, was crying too. He had been crying all morning.

He looked so angry. So grief-stricken. But when he shook you again, this time; his voice was louder. Firmer. People outside in the hallway and down the stairs heard him loud and clear.

“Why can’t you just fucking do something?!” He roared at you, lashing out.

It hit you.

It hit you like a ton of bricks.

For the first time, you snapped. You never had snapped at him. Never got angry at him. You could never get angry at him.

But in that moment, everything erupted. Everything broke and shattered like china plates falling on the floor.

You shoved him.

You shoved him quite hard.

Considering he was an Alpha, it was surprising. Alphas were stronger than Omegas.

Your sweet scent of peaches and deep cinnamon flared. It became more intense and was overlapping with his oceany, musky scent.

It made his eyes burn even further. It made him choke.

“Fuck you!” You roared back in kind.

James was caught off-guard. A look of surprise broke his grieving face.

“Dot might’ve been your wife, but she was my sister first!” You shrieked at him, continuing to push him further and further away from you.

Push. Push. Push.

Shove. Shove. Shove.

“Don’t you think I don’t want to wake her up? That if I did, she’d magically wake up and everything would be fine?” You were looking livid.

“Don’t you think I want that too?” You had shouted at him, your teeth chattering because you were just so angry at that moment.

“That’s enough.”

Your mother embraced you tight. “Come on,” she was whispering in your ear, “... we’ll go downstairs. Break the news. Together.”

The funeral had been emotional. You still only remembered bits and pieces of it to this day. Your mother remarked that you had been crying the entire time, and you had collapsed on your knees in the church when you spoke your final goodbye.

Only six months after Dot’s death, James had vanished in the middle of the night.

He had left a note. As if that made things better.

In the note, he stated that he was giving you full control of the company and that he would be traveling for a while. Finding himself, he had written.

The first few months after you had stepped up to the plate and accepted the CEO position, you had texted him.

Once. Twice. Three times in the span of a month.

Radio silence was what greeted you. Then, to make matters worse, you woke up on a random day and saw that he blocked you. On everything.

It had been a miracle that you hadn’t thrown your phone across the room.

Instead, what you did was change your number.

After you blocked James on everything, of course. If that was how he wanted to treat you, fine. You could be a bitch too.

Four years passed.

And as you stood on the balcony of the penthouse suite that was your official apartment overlooking the Big Apple, the sounds of New York buzzed down below you.

Because New York never slept.

It truly was the best city in the world. At least in your opinion.

Clad in nothing but a crimson-colored nightgown, the slight breeze nipped at you. It was nice.

For a moment for the first time in a while, you could feel like you could actually take a moment to breathe.

Your Omega certainly agreed with you. She was silent, looming and lingering in the cage of your mind.

In the last four years, she bidded her time. Her Alpha had run away from her, tail in between his legs to cope with his grief. She knew what coping with grief felt like. She only had been doing it for the past four years, after all.

But the way he had done things infuriated her! Pissed her off! Made her want to chase him down and chew his head off with the way he treated her!

However, she instead chose the good path and fill in the shoes that her Alpha left her to fill. Even though she didn’t want to. But she knew she had to.

She had no choice.

You had no choice.

Although, you weren’t gonna lie; the position was nice once you got used to it. After four years of running the company as a CEO, you fell into a routine. You didn’t dread going to the office. You actually liked going to the office and seeing everyone.

Maybe it was your way of coping with Dot’s death. Maybe it was your way to keep your shield around your heart when James had shattered it. Maybe it was your way of rebuilding your life again.

Speaking of your heart…

Turning around, you walked back inside the penthouse, closing and making sure to lock the balcony door behind you. Checking it twice, you took out your phone and tapped at the screen, making sure that every room was safe. The front doors and the garage doors were closed and locked.

Everything was safe.

But you knew that not even the Big Apple was safe enough.

Dot’s death had been enough proof for that. To this day, you still didn’t know how she passed. The coroner told the family that she must’ve had a heart problem.

Still, you were wary.

With a sigh and a shake of your head, you continued on your trek to your room. It was pretty hefty. Nine rooms, three bedrooms. Three full baths and one partial. The partial one was nice for your housekeeper’s dog. Yelena Belova, a fellow Omega owned an America Akita. Fanny was small and very cute. But in need of grooming though. Yelena told you Fanny’s messy fur was a part of her personality, but you were more focused on if Fanny could see or not.

Such things made you a little reserved when Fanny was brought over. Yelena cleaned your home once a week, and always brought Fanny. It was a treat. You were even thinking about adopting a pet so Fanny wouldn’t be so lonely.

That thought was enough to quell your nerves. Soothe you. It was enough to make you not think of anything when you finally reached the primary bedroom upstairs.

Your bedroom.

Flopping right onto your bed, you sighed. You didn’t even bother to crawl under the sheets, because you were so tired.

Almost immediately, you shut your eyes closed.

Maybe you’d be able to finally get some sleep.

Later that morning…

“Ma’am?”

You were still typing on your laptop, intent on finishing this email so you could get to the meeting you had in a few minutes with a potential investor.

“Ma’am?”

Your head peeked up from the screen, so you could finally see the person who wanted your attention.

“Oh, Peter!”

Peter Parker, your assistant looked at you nervously. He was holding his iPad in his hands. He looked so nervous and skittish. As always, when he was around you. The twenty-three-year-old young Alpha was so kind and considerate with you, doing everything you asked of him with proficiency.

“Hi, sorry.” You apologized. “I’m just trying to finish up this email before I head to my next meeting. Is there anything you needed to ask? You know you can ask me anything.”

Nervously, Peter offered you a small smile. The brunet-haired young man was a good kid. You still remembered how adventurous you were when you were his age. Now, you were the sole CEO of the company your parents had once owned. They were mostly retired now, but they still attended parties.

“Oh. Did you need to ask about the party?” You inquired.

“Yes ma’am,” Peter confirmed. He handed his iPad over to you, and you looked down at the screen.

“Let’s see… catering, decorations, invite… uh-huh, uh-huh, yup… looks about right…” were the only words that you spoke as you scrolled down the list, confirming things or saying that particular things hadn’t quite been done yet. You were quick and precise, so when you eventually looked up, you were finished.

“Okay. The catering and decorations are good. The invite list looks to be right too. Everything looks good.” You concluded.

“Okay. Thanks, ma’am.” Relief showed on Peter’s face.

“You don’t have to be so formal,” you chuckled. Giving you yet another nervous smile, Peter’s head bobbed up and down quickly. It reminded you of a bobblehead, which just amused you.

“If there’s anything else I need to know, you can shoot me a text,” you reminded him as you got up from the chair. It was a rolling chair. Cause you liked those. They were always so fun to sit in and roll yourself around as a young pup. Even now, you looked absolutely delighted.

“Right.”

You walked out of your office, followed by Peter. Both of you walked down the long hallway, passing by employees alike.

“Say, ma’am…” You looked at him as you continued to walk toward the elevators.

“Yeah?”

“Do you…” he swallowed a little, “... do you ever miss him?”

Him.

James.

“I⎯” you were quick to catch yourself before you said something you’d probably regret. “Well… sometimes. I’ve been trying to… cope with it. When he left, it kinda broke me further, y’know? He and I, we’ve always been close. Other than my sister, we’ve always been good friends.”

And I’ve always been in love with him too, so there’s that.

It was ironic.

Four years had gone by and even though you tried your best to keep yourself going, to just keep chugging along and live to see the next day⎯ James would always creep back up in your mind. Like an itch that popped up every once and a while.

“It was shitty though, don’t you think?” Peter’s voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“Hmm?” You were giving him your full attention again. The two of you stopped in front of the two elevators, and he pressed the second button to go down to the conference room.

“That he just left. He left a note. He didn’t even bother saying goodbye to you.” Peter said, making you remember.

You couldn’t help yourself.

You mulled over it again. Somehow, someway, you heard his voice in your head again, like he was narrating an audiobook when you remembered his letter.

“My dearest family…”

Even after all these years, you didn’t like remembering his note. Sure, it had been his own handwriting. You knew what his handwriting looked like.

But even now, you still felt like his letter had been just that.

A letter.

Words on paper were nothing compared to the real thing. Why did he just pack up some of his stuff and just get up and leave without warning you? Telling you that he was going to go traveling for a while?

You understood needing space. You had told your family, your friends, and even James that you needed time to cope. You couldn’t be the daughter, the friend, the sister-in-law that everyone needed. You just couldn’t be that person at that time.

You weren’t even quite sure if anyone else understood that you just weren’t that person anymore. You weren’t even quite sure if anyone could even see how different you were now.

Maybe it was the fact that you had put all so many walls, so many barriers between yourself and everyone else in the world to make sure that you weren’t hurt again.

Your sister had been taken away from you.

Your parents had distanced themselves from you.

Your brother-in-law, the only love of your life that you’d ever known up until that point had left you.

You realized that really; the only person you could rely on was yourself. No one would be there to hold out a hand when you would be close to falling.

It was just you now.

“No. No. I… you aren’t really wrong. For a couple of months after that… I didn’t really talk to anyone. But I think… I think that he was coping too. In his own way. Everything just reminded him of Dot. Even me.” You admitted. It was something you thought about almost every day after James had left. Fled to god knows where. India maybe? Europe? Wherever the hell he went.

“Sometimes people just need to be alone, Peter. And that’s okay. It might not look right or sound right, but it’s life.”

The elevator doors finally dinged. They pushed open, and both of you walked inside. Peter pressed the button to close the elevator doors.

And neither of you said anything else after that.

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asirensrage · 29 days

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MCU Masterlist

Darcy Lewis

Jinx (PG) Prompt 1145 from awritingpromptaday: “You are a most commendable adversary.” “Dude, it’s just shuffleboard.”

Ship to Wreck - Drabble (PG)Drabble: It was unexpected but she’s going to enjoy this.

Thor

To Comfort a God (G) Sometimes you just need a friend.

Steve Rogers

Oneshots

The Good in You (PG) slight Steve/OC “You intrigue me,” she said. He looked up again and raised his eyebrow at her. “Is it because I’m from the forties?” he asked sardonically.

Where All Roads Meet (M) - Steve/OC/Bucky - She doesn’t know why they took her off the street, but their first mistake was refusing her coffee.

Succumb (M) - Steve/OC- Dark Fic! Steve Rogers is betrayed. He’s not the only one.

The Choice (M) - Steve/You - Dark!Fic. Dark!Steve Rogers - After a horror marathon, you check under the bed only to find out that you should’ve looked sooner.

Obsession Prompt - Steve/OC Dark!ficlet. Dark!Steve Rogers - “Did you not like the gifts? I bought them off of your wish list.“

Smut Drabbles

Based on the prompt : "I told you, you would eventually start begging.”(Explicit) - Dark!Steve Rogers x OC

Based on the prompt: “Hmm, is that a threat or a promise?” (Explicit) - Dark!Steve Rogers x OC

Bucky Barnes

Oneshots

Where All Roads Meet (M) - Steve/OC/Bucky - She doesn’t know why they took her off the street, but their first mistake was refusing her coffee.

Drabbles

Spite Smut Request (Explicit)

Smut Prompt: thigh riding and “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then”

Matt Murdock

Series

This Means War (Matt Murdock x OC x BIlly Russo) Kate wasn’t expecting to take New York by storm. She was just looking for some peace, but when disaster after disaster starts piling up, she begins to regret her choice. At least until one week, and two extraordinary men, change everything. A story about finding the important things: the truth, yourself and your people.

Find it on Ao3

Oneshots

In The Air Tonight - (T) No single riders are allowed. Luckily, she’s not the only one.

Drabbles

The Spider Killing Queen - Matt hears his neighbour scream. Before he can run to rescue them, he hears why.

Billy Russo

Series

Gonna Smoke You Out (Billy Russo x OC) Summary: No good deed goes unpunished (5 part series)

Empty Halls to Echo (Billy Russo x OC) Summary: Billy has to take the stairs. He finds something unexpected.

Oneshots

Coming Home - Billy Russo/OC - Sarai wakes up to a visitor in the middle of the night.

Smut Prompt - Billy Russo/Sarai (oc from Coming Home)

What You Need - Billy Russo/OC smut oneshot. PWP

The Art of the Steal - Billy Russo/You - An old friend throws you under the bus.

A favour - Billy/OC - AU. Based on the prompt from this post: “I told my sister I have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set me up with people but now she’s coming to visit and I’m in too deep I need a fake boyf ASAP” Part 2

Wrong Number - Dark!Billy/OC - When the burner phone rings, Billy expects another job for Rawlins. What he gets is someone calling the wrong number and Billy wants to know who.

Prompt: “Sooner or later, you’ll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you.” - wrong number sequel

Smut prompt - Billy Russo/Grace (oc from Empty Halls to Echo)

#ridea updates her masterlist #mcu masterlist

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amusewithaview · 5 years

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Darcy/Bucky Allspice, or Darcy/Steve Cloves?

"You know, Thor, when you told us who all else was gonna be at the Tower, it would have been real nice if you’d mentioned another werewolf,” Darcy said, using the god as a shield between her and the enormous werewolf who had met them on the landing pad.

“In truth, I did not realize another of Fenrir’s kin called this place home.”

“Wait wait wait,” Stark broke in. “Werewolves? You’re kid-” His incredulous exclamation was cut off by yet another basso growl emanating from the shaggy-haired brunet to his left. Stark glanced from the man to Thor and back again. “You’re not kidding. That’s a thing? How did I not know that was a thing?”

“We keep to ourselves, mostly. Try not to draw too much attention.”

The growl cut off into a groan and the man staggered forward, grabbing at his head. “I don’t - I’ve never-” he trailed off into incomprehensible Russian, causing Thor to stiffen.

“Ah,” he said. “That would explain my ignorance. You did not know either.”

“Wait, what?” Darcy said, edging out from behind Thor. The new dude was emanating distress instead of aggression, still grabbing at his own head. “You didn’t know? How could you not know!”

“Freeziepop has only been out of the ice for a bit, and they removed a helluva lot of hardware and chem implants last week,” Stark mused. “There’s a full moon in three days, should we be stocking up on silver?”

Darcy eyed the strange wolf. “Nah, that would just make him mad.”

Jane broke in with obvious reluctance. “Darcy...”

“No.”

“I really think-”

“Not an option, Janey.”

“Well, what other options do we have?”

Darcy’s shoulders slumped. “Fine, I will call my mom, but YOU have to fend her off if she gets... weird about him.”

“Deal.”

#amuse writes stuff #promptkinspice #darcy lewis #bucky barnes #bucky x darcy eventually #darcy is a werewolf #bucky is a werewolf #bucky did not know this becayse hydra #the allspice prompt says fragrant and we're nearing halloween so yeah shapeshifters #darcy's mom is the leader of a pack #darcy is a lone wolf #darcy is not gonna be so lone anymore

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n1tel1te · 3 years

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Darcy is hit with an airborne toxin while working at Stark Labs after the events of the Snap and being reborn with Jane. After suffering through a sickness for about a week, she recovers enough to come back to work and finds the toxin and it’s cure have had some unintended side effects.

(quick reversal of canon: Steve decides he can’t leave Bucky by himself after seeing Peggy, who lets him go after he meets her in the middle of a third date with a coworker- aka Daniel Sousa. Steve returns home to Bucky and says nothing on the matter though he mourns what might have been.)

Darcy and Jane have been working for Stark since the Return, Jane more convinced than ever that they need the technology behind the rainbow bridge so something like this can’t happen again. They both settle in quick, working closely with Scott and Bruce (there’s a statue of Tony in the lobby). Darcy enjoys flirting with Rhodey when he comes by. Wanda is elusive at first but Darcy eventually corners her with baked goods and organizes ‘girl time’ where she and Wanda attempt to force Jane to watch a movie. Wanda is still broken-hearted over Vision and Darcy thinks she might need a good distraction.

The first time she meets Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, they’ve come to talk to the Science division and Bruce (Pepper authorized it) about a new arm for Bucky. Sam Wilson also tags along, and Darcy has a good back and forth with him. Steve watches on in amusement, and Bucky doesn’t know how to take it when she hits on him, which she likes. When Steve gives as good as he gets she finds herself flushing instead, and admits she’s a bit out of her depth with him to Jane.

The arm is delayed and the group is to stay the night. Darcy organizes a BBQ while everybody’s around and they have a good night; she makes fast friends with Sam and finds herself drawn to Bucky, who keeps to the outskirts of the festivities. She’s flustered by Steve now but can’t stop herself from pushing. She gets buzzed but not drunk and has a great night flirting and hanging out with friends.

The next day Bucky’s arm is modified, Darcy gets to say goodbye before they head out and is tempted to ask for a number, but from who? She honestly can’t decide.

A week or so later there’s a disturbance in the labs and a villain crashes their pad. Darcy is with Jane and Bruce, and once Bruce hustles off to find out what’s going on, Darcy and Jane get separated (darcy ducked back into the lab to grab Jane’s comp) when Friday’s emerg protocols kick in due to a biohazard and a steel door slams between them. Darcy yells at Jane to get to the saferoom, and after a coughing fit that shaves a year off her life, passes out.

When she wakes up she’s in a hospital bed with Jane at her bedside, and Thor beside her. It’s a new development that gets her asking how long she was under for, and it turns out it was just a few days. There was a bit of a scare when they thought she wouldn’t pull through, her fever spiked, but she made it out alright. Thor leaves so Jane can fall apart and tells Darcy not to scare her like that ever again. Darcy promises, images of her limp on the floor dancing in her head, and she pushes it aside thinking that she’s better now.

She takes a day recuperating before she gets bored and heads back to the labs. Bruce greets her and asks how she is, and hearing his stomach rumble she also says hungry, thinking of roast beef (which she’s never been fond of). When she passes him the food she brought with their hands touch and she experiences a rush of something- rage?? –that knocks her clear off her feet.

Bruce helps her up and insists she go back to her room to rest; she gets out of there as fast as possible, not looking forward to being assigned more bedrest, and only once she leaves takes a moment to wonder what the hell that was about. PTSD?

Darcy takes a nap and wakes up for dinner, wandering into the cafeteria to find Wanda has pulled Jane aside for food, and Scott is there with them. Wanda and Jane both voice their concern and Wanda presses a cool hand to Darcy’s forehead, swamping her with feelings of worry but also a calming deluge of tenderness, and Darcy leans into her. Both she and Jane usher Darcy to a chair and put together a plate for her, and Darcy feels like she’s suddenly smothered with care.

When they drift away to the food, Scott asks how she’s been since the attack and Darcy brushes aside the after effects, thinking it’s nothing that won’t disappear in time. Scott tells her he still dreams about being stuck in the quantum realm and they share a quiet moment of understanding.

Darcy says maybe she should speak to somebody about it and Scott suggests Banner, although he’s not that kind of doctor. Darcy thanks him as Jane and Wanda return to the table and they get to eating.

~*~*~*~

Things seem to level out after that. Darcy still has odd moments where sudden anger or frustration hit her, or a melancholy she’s not familiar with, but she manages to temper them as best she can and keep on going. About a week after her collapse with Bruce, Sam and Bucky and Steve show up again, lured by the promise of upgraded tech. Sam is getting his wings revamped and one of the Stark minions wants to talk to Steve about his shield.

Darcy runs into Bucky on her way to the lab, arms laden with metal gadgets for Jane to tinker with. He doesn’t exactly smile at her but he seems to lighten as she comes upon him and she greets him cheerfully. A warm feeling envelopes her and as they talk (he tells her he heard about the attack, asks how she is) and when he reaches out to steady her hand on the tray she pictures them standing toe to toe, his hands on her hips and hers on his shoulders. Their noses brush.

She jerks out of the fantasy, embarrassed, when he asks her if she needs a hand with the tray. She’s too caught off guard by how vivid that daydream was and makes excuses, ducking around him and promising to see him at dinner.

Darcy takes a moment to calm down before she steps into the lab, telling herself her hormones are getting out of control, and once she’s past the door she realizes it’s not just Bruce and Jane there but Steve and Sam as well. They’ve come to visit Bruce and Sam flirts with her a bit but she’s still thrown by what happened in the hall.

As Sam talks to another of the tech guys, Steve sidles over to Darcy and asks how she is. Darcy brushes the question and his seriousness aside, joking that she’s better now that he’s here, and he leans into her desk while she busies herself shuffling papers around trying not to look at him. She doesn’t know why she suddenly feels so on edge?

She asks how long they’re staying this time and Steve is noncommittal about it, saying they’re not sure. When she goes to sit down he reaches for her seat to pull it out for her just as she does the same, and when their hands graze Darcy has a sudden jolt in the pit of her stomach. His hands feel like they’re abruptly elsewhere, she feels like she’s been pushed into the back of her chair, that he’s right behind her, that he’s slipped under her shirt, that his mouth is at her neck.

She snaps out of it when he says her name and she wobbles, but darts away from his hands when he tries to steady her. He seems concerned but she tells him she’s just tired, hasn’t been sleeping too well. Sam calls him back over and he wanders away, saying he’ll see her at dinner. Darcy drops into her seat wondering what the hell that was about.

#Darcy Lewis #Darcyland #darcy x steve #darcy x bucky #steve x darcy x bucky #eventual smut #mcu fanfiction #empathic!darcy #telepathic!darcy #surprise guys steve's mind is the one that's absolute filth #darcy is very cool with that #bucky is a marshmallow on the inside #can somebody get this boy a hug already #mulling over the title 'long fever'#plot outline #unfinished

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getinthehandbasket · 6 years

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An Education in Modern Filmography (pt 2 - Mulan)

Intro Part 1 Part 3 Exactly one week after the Star Wars marathon, Natasha wanders to the common area and puts on a movie. Clint, never far behind her in the evenings, snorts when he sees her choice.

“Really, Nat? A princess movie?”

Natasha shrugs. “I’m allowed. And anyway, she’s the only Disney princess with a body count as high as mine.” The corner of her lips smirk up ever so slightly, as Clint drops to the couch beside her. She pretends not to notice when he pulls out his phone and sends out a text.

Soon, most of the inhabitants are gathered once again around a movie. Those who know the songs sing along unabashedly, refusing to take crap from those who don’t - or won’t admit to it.

Once the movie is over, Tony mutters, “if this is gonna be a weekly thing, can we at least plan for pizza and popcorn?”

Jarvis answers. “Sir, I’ve scheduled a weekly order of pizzas. I took the liberty of repeating last week’s order, if that is suitable?”

Tony laughs at the rest of the team’s bemused looks. “Sure, why not? I guess Thursday is officially Movie Night.”

#Movie Night at Avengers Tower #An Education in Modern Filmography #fanfiction #fanfic #darcy x steve #darcy x bucky #darcy x steve x bucky #WinterShieldShock #Eventually #NOT canon compliant after CA:TWS #Avengers #mcu #MCU fic

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randomshyperson · 3 years

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - I bet i love you

Gif if not mine, but i swear she looks prettier every time i look at her.

Summary: Prompt based from @ecruzsalaz: The one where Wanda is popular, and Reader is a nerd. The popular kids do a bet that Reader will fall in love with Wanda. Everything will be reveal after their trip.

Warnings: Light angst, kissing, teasing, underage drinking, lies, Vision being an idiot completely out of canon.

Words: 13.446 k /// Read on AO3

Notes: I don’t even know what happen here. I’m been busy and this took a lot of days to be done, but it’s finally here, hope @ecruzsalaz will be satisfied haha. Good reading everyone and apologies for any typo, it sucks to translate so many words. There are a few pop culture references, i wonder if anyone will catch those.

Marks (if i forgot your name tell me i’m lost): @mionemymind @abimess

In your last year of high school, you just wish things would be peaceful.

The previous years hadn't exactly been ideal, since you were surrounded by assholes, but you are optimistic.

Your small, select group of friends, consisting of exactly two people, who you could swear were probably the only decent human beings left in West View High School, were currently the only reason you still wanted to go to high school.

Right now, for example, you were sitting in the outer cafeteria, a book of historical fiction to escape reality plus headphones with some old rock music that you weren't really listening to, since you were so focused on the story you were reading. And then someone pulled on your headphones, and you looked up ready to complain, but the mischievous smile of your best friend Bruce Banner was all you could find.

- I've been calling you for five minutes. - He said, sitting down on the stool in front of you. You smiled, apologizing, and put your cell phone on the table. - No problem, you always do that.

You laughed awkwardly, closing the book while Bruce put his backpack on the table.

- Where is Mon? I haven't seen her today. - You tell him, but Bruce shrugs.

- Maybe her mother changed shifts again. - He comments, and you make a noise with your mouth of agreement. Whenever Maria, your friend Monica's mother, switched shifts at work, she would be late for first periods. It has been like this since primary school.

- You still haven't let me see your schedule. - You told Bruce with a slight frown, and he laughed, going through his pockets. Then he took out his cell phone, fiddled with the screen for a few seconds, and then handed it to you. You read the attached class schedule with a frown. - Bruce! You didn't sign up for half the classes you took last year?

He shrugged, running his hands through his hair.

- Yeah, I think I'll focus more on what I want for college. - He explained a little shyly. - I was getting too anxious about all that stuff. And honestly, you should have done the same.

You made a grumbling sound with your mouth, and started biting your thumbnail as you finished looking at the schedule. You would barely have any classes together. And then you handed the cell phone back to your friend.

- I would do it if I had any idea what I wanted to major in. - You tell him. - It's better to have several interests on the curriculum, so I'll have more course options.

- You can also develop burnot. - He remarked with mild irony, and you laughed, looking away.

The bell for the first class then rang, and the two of you exchanged a look before getting up. Bruce kissed you on the cheek before heading in the opposite direction, and you grumbled lightly as you picked up your book and walked to the chemistry labs.

In the hallway of the main building, a few meters before the entrance to the lab, someone bumped into you. It was one of the boys from the team, who was laughing at something his colleague said. Your notebooks fell to the floor, and the boy looked at you with contempt.

- Watch where you're going weirdo. - He warned and you rolled your eyes.

- You're the one who bumped into me, you brute. - You grumbled angrily. The boy just laughed and walked away.

After picking your books, you stood up. The athletes at your school were jerks, but you didn't blame only them for their arrogance. The rest of the school, including the faculty, treated them as gods, so they behaved as such.

Sighing with impatience, you entered the chemistry labs, wishing that the day wasn't long.

Darcy Lewis had been your chemistry partner for three years. You smiled as you greeted her and sat down next to her. You were not friends, but she was very kind and extremely intelligent. You really thought you were very lucky to have her as your partner, and then, as if the universe would like to laugh at you, Professor Nakia announced that she was switching partners.

The whole class let out a chorus of dissatisfaction, and one student asked aloud.

- Please, Professor Nakia, we have been working with the same people for three years. Why change now?

- Excellent question, Miss Quinn. - Nakia said, smiling. She was at her desk, finishing putting her materials on top. - Three years is more than enough time for you to create tricks to cheat on my exams.

The room exchanged complicit and guilty looks, and the teacher kept a serious posture.

- The school board found evidence to indicate this. - She explains. - I was very disappointed to learn that there were students cheating on the evaluation method not only in this class, but in several others. You will notice that all teachers with fixed groups will rotate them from now on. This was a decision made by the principal.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed that you would lose your amazing partner and were running the chance of ending up with someone irresponsible or slacker, just because some kids were careless at cheating. The room let out a chorus of understanding, and everyone began to move around as the teacher indicated the new groups. You ended up sitting with a guy named Vision, who you didn't really know, but you knew was quite popular because he was class speaker, and head of the fencing club.

- Hello, dear. - He greeted you as he sat down, putting his coat on the chair. Vision dressed very well; he was part of the group your classmates called "preps”, even if he was usually hanging out with jocks.

You made a noise with your mouth in greeting, but he didn't seem to mind your lack of sociability.

Fortunately, Vision was a decent chemistry partner. Although he was bossy, and had a habit of interrupting or explaining as if you were stupid, he was intelligent and knew how to do the experiments. You thought that was enough, since you would only have to put up with him in this class.

Feeling a glance at you, you raised your eyes from the notebook, and were slightly startled to notice Vision looking at you with amusement and curiosity, you frowned ready to ask what's wrong, but then he let out a dry laugh.

- I knew I knew you! - he declared. - You're the Presley freak!

Vision laughed lightly nostalgically, and you felt your face flush, turning your attention back to your notebook. He was talking about the Halloween party in freshman year, where you dressed up as Elvis Presley and the track team decided to nickname you "Presley Freak" for the next whole year. The teasing died down after a while, but Vision brought it back as if it were a good memory.

Fortunately he just shook his head with amusement, and didn't mention it again. When class was over, he didn't say goodbye on his way out, but you didn't care.

//-//

The story that all the teachers followed the new norm of switching partners was true. In History, you lost your partner Bucky Barnes to sit with Natasha Romanoff, equally quiet and intelligent. For the most part, you are satisfied with the partners you got.

But then in fourth period, biology class, you ended up partnering with someone you never imagined.

Wanda Maximoff was one of the most popular girls in school. You didn't really know her. You were classmates during elementary school, and you even became friends with her twin brother in elementary school, Pietro Maximoff, before he became a complete idiot. But other than that, you didn't know much about her. Although you had a strange sympathy for the girl. Unlike the group of girls she hung out with, Wanda never tormented you at school. Or your friends. She was probably fake and sneaky like the others, but she left you alone, so you had nothing against her.

You were pulling your biology book out of your backpack as the teacher announced the new pairs, and you stopped in mid-motion when she said Maximoff and your name.

Wanda sat down beside you the next moment, smiling politely. You shook your head slightly, dropping your backpack on the floor.

Wanda was surprisingly nice. You didn't talk about anything unrelated to the subject, but she was quick enough to catch your ironic glances when Professor Darkholme made an inappropriate comment or a funny remark, and match it with a smile or a look.

As the class came to an end, Wanda nodded slightly at you, and you smiled back before gathering your materials.

It had been four months since classes had started, and you were already used to your new partners in class.

Vision was inconvenient in many comments, as if he took pleasure in recalling your most embarrassing moments in high school, but you learned to change the subject quickly whenever this happened. All you had to do was pretend you didn't know about some subject he mastered, only to hear him explain it to you in the most arrogant manner possible for the next few minutes, effectively distracting him.

Natasha Romanoff was exceptionally sarcastic and ironic, and you sometimes you felt that she was a more aggressive female version of your former partner Bucky Barnes. She was quite individualistic, and you had to make an effort not to get left behind, or you had to constantly remind her that you were a duo, but otherwise she was a good partner, and you were happy to invite her to lunch with you, which eventually became a habit after a week.

And then you had Wanda Maximoff. You weren't friends, but you had a strange kind of complicity as biology partners. You never would have guessed that Wanda would have a sense of humor so similar to yours. Two classes in a row, and you already had inside jokes about the way Ms. Darkholme caught the attention of her students. Two weeks in, and you two knew how to cheat your way through assignments. You didn't know how to make friends, and judging by the history of who Wanda was hanging out with, you had the impression that she wouldn't want to develop any kind of relationship with you. And honestly, this was your last year, you wouldn't see these people again, so you were more than satisfied to have just one good lab partner.

With the mid-winter vacations approaching, you were looking forward to getting some rest.

Non-Reader Pov

- God, Wanda, why are you talking about that weirdo again? - interrupted Vision impatiently. His girlfriend blinked in confusion, looking away awkwardly.

- I'm just commenting on a joke we…

- Really, Wanda? - He interrupted again with an accusing look. - It seems like all you do lately is "comment" on your little jokes in class. - He sneers as he settles down on the sofa. The two of them stand together outside the school, their group of friends watching the discussion with amusement. - I don't know why you talk to her at all. She is so silent and awkward with me in chemistry class.

Wanda bites the inside of her cheek, looking forward.

- I think your girlfriend has a girl crush. - Tony Stark sneered next, making everyone laugh. Wanda frowned, feeling her heart race.

- You are an idiot. - She grumbled impatiently, crossing her arms. Vision looked at her curiously.

- Honey, don't tell me that you actually appreciate that girl? - he asks ironically, and Wanda rolls her eyes without looking at him. Vision laughs.

And then Tony is holding out a craft-paper covered bottle to Vision, and he takes a sip, coughing slightly afterwards. Wanda frowns at the scene, but none of her friends seem concerned that they are drinking during school hours, as the bottle continues to pass in everyone's hand.

- You know, I think it's sweet that you have sympathy for that freak. - Tony comments a moment later and Wanda tells him to fuck off, making him laugh.

- I think we are witnessing a beautiful love story. - Mocks Pepper, Tony's girlfriend, approaching the three of them as she sits on Stark's lap. Wanda rolls her eyes, as the group laughs. And then Vision has a thoughtful expression.

- I have an idea. - He says slightly drunk, as he throws his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. - Let's make a bet.

Tony and Pepper let out excited exclamations, while Wanda frowns.

- What kind of bet?

- Well, you guys remember when the weirdo dressed up as Presley for Halloween, right? - he asked, and Tony and Pepper laughed, agreeing. - And then Pietro saw her kissing that girl who hang with the bikers, Jones something.

- Jessica. - Pepper clarified before taking another sip of her drink.

- Then we know she's a dyke. - Vision says, but Tony frowns.

- Wasn't she dating that guy with the long hair and the angry face?

- Barnes? - Vision asked and Tony nodded. - I don't think so. Anyway, she is into girls. - he said and the group nodded in agreement. - I mean the bet is this: I can prove that she is just like everyone else in this school. Give her a bit of our attention, and she will be completely obsessed.

- Vis, what are you talking about? - Wanda asked, and Vision laughed ironically.

- It's very simple, love. - He says. - You are hot. Everyone knows that, and even someone like her, who pretends not to be part of the social circles of this school, can see that. - He clarifies, and the group looks at him intently. Wanda doesn't say that she doesn't like being objectified, swallowing the bitter feeling in her stomach. - So my bet is that you win her over. It should take what, one or two dates for her to be completely in love with you.

The friends laugh in irony and Wanda thinks she should follow, but only a forced laugh escapes. Because of the alcohol, no one notices.

- This is ridiculous. - Wanda comments and then Vision looks at her with irony.

- Unless you're getting attached to the girl, dear. - He sneers, and the group laughs. Wanda swallows dryly, shaking her head in denial. - So, what's the problem? You'll just prove me right. And you will realize that there is nothing special about her.

- I think we can make this even more fun. - says Tony with a wicked smile. - I bet you a hundred bucks that Wanda will fall in love too.

Tony sneers and the group laughs with irony.

- As if anyone would even like that girl. - Vision declares, accepting another drink.

- How do we make sure it's working? - Tony asks and Vision bites his lip thoughtfully. Then he lets out an exclamation.

- Our trip! - he says, and then turns to Wanda. - Love, invite the weirdo to the cabin! We can watch you work.

Wanda frowns, but then the group is suggesting ideas of conquest, and laughing, and debauchery, and she hates it. But she smiles, and nods in agreement, accepting the liquor as the bottle comes into her hand.

Reader Pov

You intended to study during the winter vacations. And maybe get out of the room a little if Bruce or Monica visited. Your surprise was genuine when in your last biology term, Wanda Maximoff started talking to you about something other than the subject.

- Hey, are you doing anything this holiday? - she comments amiably. You didn't notice the looks Tony Stark was giving you two from the front seat.

- Huh... No?

- Are you asking me? - She replies with a smile. You blush, looking away at your notebook. Wanda bites her cheek, and it takes a moment for her to speak again. - I wanted to invite you to something.

You blink in surprise, looking at Wanda. She looks away from the board for a moment, as she wiggles her fingers against her own thigh.

- My friends and I are spending the holiday in a cabin. - She clarifies. - There's all this winter activities, you know. Skiing and stuff like that. I'd like you to come.

- Why? - The question slips out a little harshly, but you can't help it. Wanda looks away, and you almost apologize. But then Wanda smiles, shrugging.

- I'd like to get to know you better, I guess. - She says. - I think it would be fun if we could be friends outside of class.

You look at her suspiciously for a few seconds. But then you sigh, looking down at the notebooks.

- Alright, Wanda. - you say after a moment, ignoring the growing anxiety in your stomach. - Is it okay if I bring a friend?

- Of course! - She confirms excitedly. - You can take whoever you want, it's a big place.

The teacher gives a warning for side conversations next, and you shut up. You blush when Wanda approaches you to write down her phone number in her notebook. You are distracted enough not to notice her blushing slightly when Tony Stark gives her a mischievous look.

//-//

- So you actually said yes? - Bruce asked with surprise when you told him about the biology class, while you were having lunch together in the cafeteria. Monica had the same expression.

- Yes, and I would love it if you would go with me, because I think I am close to completely freak out. - You ask with mild desperation and your friends laugh. And then Monica is looking behind you.

- Look, I would be too. They are so... - She starts and you turn around, looking at the group of Wanda's friends a few meters away. The kids are sitting at the table, making noise with their loud laughter. One of them was throwing a football up in the air. A short boy walked past them and was pushed slightly. - I can't even define them.

You let out a grumble, laying your head on your arms on the table.

- This was a bad idea, wasn't it, guys? - you ask. - They're going to eat me alive.

- Why the long faces, nerds? - Natasha asked as she came over to the table, placing the tray of food next to Monica, staring at you.

And then your friends explained it to her, and you groaned in dissatisfaction when she started laughing.

- You've lost your mind, haven't you? - she asked wryly. - It's a trap, I'm sure.

- There's no reason for it. - You retorted, trying to eat a little. - Besides, it was Wanda who invited me. She said she'd like us to be friends.

- Look, I know that Maximoff is the least worst of the bunch. - Nat began as she opened her soda. - But she still hangs around with those idiots.

- Yeah, I know. - You agree with a sigh. And then you remember your classes. - I just... She has been surprisingly nice, you know? I think she was being sincere. It's just a trip, it's not the end of the world.

- Good to know you think that. - said Bruce. - Because I won't be able to go.

- What? - You then exclaim.

- I applied for an internship at S.H.I.E.L.D. Labs. - He remarks and you let out a grumble, remembering.

- Shit, it's true. - You say. - I completely forgot about it.

- Girl, I can't go either. - Informs Monica with a guilty expression, and you let out an exclamation. - I'm going to spend the holiday with my father.

You bury your face in your hands. And then you risk a glance at Natasha, and she laughs wryly.

- Don't even try. - She says. - Even if you paid me I wouldn't travel with Tony Stark.

- I'll pay you.

Nat laughs at your desperation, and stops eating, looking at you with surprising kindness.

- You, girl, are adorable and kind. A nerdy cute dork, and I'm sure that if that's not enough for those idiots, they're the problem, not you. - She assures you, and you smile wryly. - Don't worry about pleasing any of them, you're going to become friends with Wanda, aren't you? Try to enjoy the trip, and if anything happens, call me and I'll finish them all off.

You laugh, nodding slightly. You don't want to think so much about this trip, but you know it's going to be the only thing on your mind for the next few days.

The week ended quickly. And you were very anxious when the weekend arrived, and you received a text message from Wanda saying that she would pick you up at home on Saturday morning. You would spend the holiday at the Stark family's winter cottage, a property big enough to fit the whole group. Wanda said it was somewhere with mountains, near a lake, and you bit your lip, wondering if you should bring a bathing suit. Since it was snowing, you figured you wouldn't try to swim anywhere.

On Saturday you were up bright and early, your bags packed. You kissed your parents and your younger brother on the cheek before you left, finding a pickup truck parked in front of your house.

Wanda hugged you when you said good morning to her, and to the boys. Vision and Pietro were in this car, and she said that Tony was in the second car, and had gone for gas.

Vision drove towards the cabin next, and he tried a little small talk before shutting up. Wanda was in the passenger seat, and Vision let his hand rest on her thigh, and you didn't understand the bitter feeling in your stomach.

- God, put on some decent music! - asked Pietro, scrambling up on the seat beside you to reach for the radio.

- Leave it, Pietro! - complained Vision pushing the boy backwards. - You only want to play that emo shit!

Pietro laughed, not insisting. And Vision looked at you through the rearview mirror.

- Let's let our guest choose the music. - he said with a smile. You cleared your throat.

- Okay. - You agreed, pulling your cell phone out of your pocket. You turned on Spotify next, and when Vision asked if it would be any longer, you bit the inside of your cheek. And then you put on some pop rock.

Nobody said anything, and you thought that somehow you had just passed some kind of test. But then your set list started, and when the classic rock song from the 50's started playing, Vision burst out laughing.

- They don't call you Presley Freak for nothing. - He scoffs, switching to the radio next.

- I like it. - Wanda comments surprising you, but neither Vision nor her brother change their debauched posture.

- Yes, yes, your taste is terrible too. - He replies with irony. You bite your lips as you watch Wanda roll her eyes and look away to the window. Vision lets Pietro choose the music next.

The cabin was really very big.

You guys met Tony's car on the way, but he didn't stop. It didn't take long for you to arrive. You smiled in appreciation at Pietro when he carried your bags inside.

You looked at the structure impressed. Tony Stark really was very rich. Hugging your arms lightly after feeling the cool breeze, you smiled politely at Wanda's other friends as they greeted you.

- I am Pepper Potts, and this is Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson. - says the blonde girl cheerfully, as she waves to the other boys. - You must have met Tony by now.

- I think I've seen all of you at school. - You say feeling out of place, but they smile as they walk into the cabin. Tony hands the bags to the other boys, and then is throwing an arm around your shoulders, and you want to push him away for the inappropriate contact.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, sweetie. - He says, and you blink when you feel the alcohol. - Who knew that nerds hid pretty girls with them?

The joke makes the group laugh, and you look around uncomfortably. Tony then releases you as you enter.

Pepper is the one who shares the rooms, and you are happy to know that you won't be sharing with anyone.

While you are unpacking upstairs on your bed, Wanda joins you.

- Hey. - She greets me as she enters and closes the door. You're folding your clothes.

- Hi, Wanda.

- Is everything okay? - she asks and you nod in agreement. - They can be a bit much sometimes, and I don't want you to get uncomfortable and... Do you like "Bewitched"?

The sudden question startles you and you blink in confusion. Wanda nods at the item in your hands. The T-shirt you are folding has the logo of the old sitcom you used to watch with your parents.

- Oh yes. - You sigh in agreement. - It is one of my favorite shows actually.

Wanda laughs in surprise, crossing her arms.

- Wow, I didn't know that. - She says. - I love this stuff. Vision thinks the jokes are stupid, so don't tell him I'm talking about it.

She jokes and you let out a wry exclamation.

- Why would I tell Vision anything? - You ask and Wanda hesitates slightly, but then smiles.

- No, it was just a figure of speech. - She clarifies as you fold your shirt.

- Right. - You say, not really understanding this conversation. - If you want, we can watch it together anytime. I think we'll have time to do it here.

Wanda looks at you with surprise and excitement.

- Really? I'd love to. - She confirms, and you smile as you finish packing.

The redhead clears her throat afterwards.

- I just wanted to check on you anyway. - she says. - I think Steve is cooking dinner tonight, so join us when you' re ready.

- Okay, Wanda. - You say. - Thanks.

She smiles before leaving. You stare at the Bewitched's T-shirt on your bed for a few moments before you leave.

Steve tries to cook some chicken breast. And he almost burns the kitchen down. So you are on your feet, investigating the cupboards, and although cooking is not your favorite activity, you don't mind making some chili for everyone.

- I love Mexican food. - Wanda comments excitedly as she stands next to you and watches you cook. The rest of the group is in the living room, the boys being very noisy as they throw a soccer ball around the room. You smile at the redhead next to you.

- God, did you see the picture that Tabitha Smith posted on instagram? - Pepper asked aloud, staring at her cell phone. She was sitting on the kitchen counter, a look of disgust on her face. Wanda approached her and quickly looked at the screen. - She put on silicone, I'm sure of it.

Wanda made a noise of agreement, exchanging a quick glance with you, clearly not caring one bit about the topic, and you smiled, turning your attention back to the pot. Pepper didn't notice and continued making comments about her classmates' social media posts.

- It's ready. - You announce. Your breath catches in your throat as Wanda puts her hand on your waist, leaning behind your back to taste the food. She lets out a satisfied groan, and you feel her cheeks flush.

But then she walks away next, and you struggle to disguise yourself as the boys are joining you, announcing that they are starving.

- Wow, this is delicious. - said Pepper as soon as you sat down at the table and started to eat. The group agreed, and you blushed with embarrassment. Soon they started talking among themselves, and you tried to keep up as best you could, but the topics weren't really of interest to you.

When you got back to the room, Tony proposed that you all play a game, and then he went through the storage room and came back carrying monopoly.

At first you thought it would be innocent fun, then there were drinks and gambling.

- It's a four! - shouted Tony excitedly. - That's my property, Wilson!

Sam let out a grumble of dissatisfaction as he moved his figure around the board. Tony laughed mischievously.

- So, how do you want me to pay the rent? - Sam asked and Tony made a thoughtful face.

- With a question. - Tony announces maliciously. - Among the people in this room, tell me who would you have sex with?

Sam laughs in surprise, as the group gives a chorus of excitement. You swallow dryly, uncomfortable with the direction of the questions. So far, the questions and challenges had been innocent and slightly awkward, but after a few beers, the group was clearly getting more excited in other respects.

- Careful with your answer, friend. - Vision warned, putting his arm possessively around Wanda's shoulders. You looked away to the board.

- That might be shocking for a straight guy, Vis. - Sam remarked with mild debauchery. - But not all of us are looking at the girls.

The group laughs in surprise, and Vision rolls his eyes.

- I would do Steve Rogers for sure. - Sam declares the next moment, and the group lets out a celebratory chorus. Steve laughs too, slightly surprised. Sam just smiles playfully, shrugging his shoulders. Then Steve steps forward, amusing himself by pretending to kiss him, and the group laughs. You smile awkwardly, not really understanding what everyone thinks is funny.

The game continues, and you are doing very well. You laugh when Pepper has to tell you all about the worst sexual experience she has ever had, but you are slightly uncomfortable when Steve has to demonstrate on a pillow his first time. A few rounds later, you grumble in dissatisfaction when you take a five and end up in jail.

- Whoa, that's has a punishment. - Tony announces when he sees your move. You look at him, and he looks excited. - Finally, Presley, your moment has come.

- Tony. - Wanda scolds him for his nickname, but Tony doesn't listen.

- Let me think about it. - He continues with a thoughtful expression, and then a mischievous gleam takes over his gaze. - Have you ever heard that shy girls are the biggest freaks in the room?

You swallow dryly, feeling your face heat up as the group lets out a laugh.

- I will not...

- Don't even start. - Tony interrupts your denial with a smile. - Don't spoil the fun. I'll give you a simple challenge.

You bite the inside of your cheek, frowning as you fight the urge to get up.

- Your sentence of freedom will be to give a hickey to the person who gets a six on the dice. - He declares, and the group lets out a chorus of excitement.

And then everyone is rushing to throw the dice and you cross your arms, feeling your face hot.

- If more than one person gets six, you'll give them both a hickey and win immunity for a round! - Tony laughs as he makes up the rules.

Pepper is the first to play, and lets out a despondent sigh when she draws two. And then Steve plays next, and complains when the die lands on four. Sam and Tony don't get six either. You hold your breath when Wanda rolls, and feel your heart race when the die stops.

- This should be interesting. - Vision comments with mild irony and mischief as he takes his arm off Wanda's shoulders, picking up the die stopped at six. Tony laughs and you can't keep your eyes on the redhead.

Vision gets a four. And then Pietro gets a six, and you grumble.

- I can't believe you're going to get both of the Maximoffs! - Wilson comments with amusement and you swallow dryly, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

- Finally some action. - Pietro jokes as he approaches. He kneels in front of you, and you take a deep breath. - Come on, Y/N, it's just a silly challenge.

He tries to reassure you with a smile, and you try to ignore the staring eyes on the two of you. You think the boys are laughing as you bring your face closer to Pietro's outstretched neck, and land your lips on his skin. He smells like aftershave lotion, but it's just embarrassing to be so close. Pietro lets out a breathless chuckle as you begin to suck on his skin, and he clenches the support of the couch.

You stop quickly, and he pulls away. The red skin glows on his neck. He flashes you the seductive smile, and you look away, listening to the group celebrating.

- Next, please! - Tony says clearly intoxicated. You feel your racing heart echoing in your ears. Wanda gets up from the couch, and unlike her brother, she completely short-circuits your brain when she sits on your lap. You think someone whistled.

- Wanda, what are you doing? - You mumble clumsily, and she just smiles as she puts her hands on your shoulders.

- Don't you like this position? - she asks and you swallow dryly.

- Come on, girls! - Tony tells you between laughs. Someone knocks over the vodka bottle on the floor, making a mess. You think the group is barely paying attention to you, fighting among themselves to save the rest of the board and Tony's expensive rug, but you're not really taking in anything other than the girl on your lap.

You move forward, sinking your face into her neck and inhaling Wanda's scent. When you let out your breath, she trembles and squeezes your shoulder lightly, making you swallow dryly.

You let your lips kiss her skin, watching Wanda's chest rise and fall, indicating her unregulated breathing. And then you lick her skin, and she chokes. When you suck on her skin, she bites her lips hard, stopping herself from moaning. And then you let go.

Ignoring the urge to kiss the red dot again, you throw your back against the armchair, moving away. Wanda lets out a breath, and before you can say anything, Tony is complaining that the game is over because the board has been ruined, and she rushes off your lap.

Your face is very hot when Sam makes a snide remark to you, and then you are all saying goodnight. You don't have the courage to look at Wanda when you go up to your room.

//-//

The next day you go skiing.

You absolutely suck at it, but so does everybody else, so nobody really cares.

You don't want to think so much about Wanda's hands on your waist when she teaches you how to do it.

You also don't want to be so annoyed when Vision insists on getting a kiss from her while you are walking back to the cabin.

During the afternoon, you are distracted by a video game with Pietro, extremely surprised that he has invited you to do something. After dinner you go back to your room to read a little, and are astonished when Wanda appears at your door a few minutes after you have gone upstairs.

- How about we watch a sitcom together? - She invites you in, and you shrug as you smile, making space for her to enter your room. She giggles when she notices the open book on your bed. - Of course you brought a book.

You laugh awkwardly as you close the door. Wanda throws herself on your bed, opening the laptop she has brought with her. You take the book out and place it closed on the dresser, before joining her, trying to keep a respectable distance.

She ends up putting on Bewitched, and you are distracted enough by the program.

- Wow, that's kind of wrong. - You comment between giggles. And Wanda laughs lightly, turning the program's attention to you.

- What?

- The joke. - You clarify. - The way they imply that it's okay for boys to behave like that.

- Yeah, I know. - She agrees, turning her attention back to the screen. - But we're still laughing.

- Yeah. - You agree, laughing. - I guess it's okay as long as we don't find it funny in real life.

Wanda makes a noise of agreement with her mouth and then you are silent again.

Two episodes later, Wanda suggests that you eat something. Then you go downstairs to the kitchen, and find the room empty.

- Pietro had called the boys to play soccer. - She says. - And I think Pepper and Tony are in their room.

You nod in understanding, following her around the kitchen. Wanda starts preparing a snack for you two.

- What is it? - You ask as you observe her choice of ingredients. She smiles mischievously.

- My masterpiece. - She says. - Just trust me, you'll like it.

You laugh, nodding. When she warms the bread rolls, and starts to pour oregano on top you let out an exclamation.

- Wanda, are you sure you know what you're doing?

She laughs, shaking her head slightly.

- Trust me on this. - She asks with a smile, starting to cut tomatoes. You cross your arms, not believing that you are actually going to eat that.

And then the sandwich is ready, and Wanda assumes a cheerful posture. She puts the bread on a plate and turns to you, leaving the object on the counter beside you.

You take a piece while she takes another, and together you taste the sandwich while Wanda looks at you expectantly.

It's surprisingly good, and you blink in amazement when you feel the taste, looking away from her to the food.

- Wow, that's good. - You comment before taking another bite. Wanda smiles.

- Really? I'm glad you like it. Vision doesn't like it very much, he says it tastes strange.

You grumble lightly, continuing to eat. Wanda pours you two some soda. You are silent for a moment and when she leaves the phone on the countertop to wash the dishes, your gaze runs quickly across the screen as you reach for your glass.

- Hey, are you into poetry? - you ask as you look at the open Instagram post.

Wanda smiles, nodding.

- That's cool, I think we follow the same page. - You comment quickly pointing to her unlocked cell phone. Wanda looks surprised.

When she finishes washing the dishes, she asks to borrow your cell phone. You spend the next thirty minutes laughing and joking as you compare your Instagram feeds and follower list. You don't want to overthink on how many common interests you have with Wanda.

//-//

On the penultimate day you want to build a snowman.

There is a Hockey game on TV, and everyone seems excited to watch. So you just walk out of the cabin while Tony hands out snacks and drinks to everyone.

You are just finishing assembling the body when you hear footsteps.

- You are very antisocial. - Wanda jokes as she approaches, hands in her pockets. You don't want to think about how adorable she looks.

- Yeah, I know. - You comment with your attention on the snowman. - It's not your friends' fault, by the way, I'm just not a big sports fan.

- All right, I don't see what's so funny about it either. - She says as she stops beside you. - Can I help you with him?

- Let me see your hands. - You ask, and she looks at you in confusion, taking her hands out of her pockets. You deny it. - No gloves, no playing. I don't want you to get hypothermia.

She laughs lightly, putting her hands back in her pockets. You turn your attention back to the snowman.

- We can go for a walk. - You suggest after a moment. - Since we're not going to watch the game.

Wanda smiles, looking away to the cabin.

- Okay.

You finish your snowman in silence. It's decent you think.

- I used to do it all the time. - You tell her as you stand up, putting your hands in your pockets. Wanda looks at you curiously. - But then I grew up and my parents thought it was a kid thing.

- Yeah, I know how that is. - She agrees as you stare at the snowman. - One birthday is all it takes for the treatment to change completely.

You nod in agreement, and then you look at her, signaling for you to go the other way.

You walk side by side in the opposite direction of the cabin.

After spending the whole way talking about the most random subjects, you end up at a small pier, at the edge of the lake that covers the entire back stretch of the cabin. You and Wanda sit side by side on the wood cross-legged.

- We should have brought something hot to drink. - You comment with a smile, hugging your arms for a moment. Wanda nods.

- So, are you enjoying the trip? - Wanda asks and you look away, smiling at the lake.

- I suppose so.

- You suppose? - She replies with amusement, making you laugh.

You clear your throat before speaking again.

- I enjoyed the time I spent with you. - You confess, looking forward. Wanda wiggles her fingers nervously, looking away from you to face the lake as well. - Don't get me wrong, Wanda. Your friends are... nice I guess. But they're not the reason I'm here.

You look at Wanda, and she nods frantically. Your heart is racing, but playing games isn't exactly your thing. You want to know what's going on.

- And you? - you ask, studying her face. - Did you enjoy the time I was here?

- Yes. - Wanda confesses breathlessly, her face flushing slightly.

Swallowing hard, you look away to the lake again. And then you slowly move your hand against the wood, reaching for Wanda's hand next. You give it enough time for her to move away, or to strike you, and she does neither. Feeling your heart soar, you intertwine your hands, holding back a sigh at how good it feels even when wearing gloves.

Several minutes later, you let out an excited exclamation when you hear a noise in the nearby forest. Turning your head, you confirm your suspicions. A small white fox is looking at you curiously.

You help Wanda to get up quietly and slowly so as not to startle the animal.

- Hey. - You say softly to the animal, walking towards it. The fox looks at you wide-eyed, but your posture doesn't frighten him. You smile when he lets you pet him.

- He is so cute. - Wanda comments softly, kneeling down beside you. The fox lies down on the grass as the redhead strokes his head.

He tires of the attention quickly however, and the next moment he gives you a look before running back into the forest. You and Wanda laugh lightly as you two stand up.

You walk back to the cabin in silence, a tension in the air that makes your stomach turn. You don't hold hands, but you walk very close together.

When you are almost to the cabin area, you stand in front of Wanda, pushing her by the waist against a tree. You both sigh breathlessly, but you lose the courage. It's not right, not yet. Resting your forehead on hers, resisting the urge to kiss her, you close your eyes.

- Leave him. - You say and Wanda squeezes her hands in your arms.

Wanda lets out a sigh, closing her eyes like you did, and your faces come closer together.

- I won't share you, Wanda. - You whisper against her lips. - Either you're with me, or you're not.

Resisting the urge to close the distance, you sigh and turn away. Wanda's pupils are dilated as she looks at you. You lock your jaw, putting your hands in your pockets. And then you turn around, and disguise it nicely when Pepper comes out of the cabin, asking where you were, and you just smile and say you went for a walk.

//-//

Vision and Wanda argue on the last day at the cabin.

You frown as your awakened by the volume of the argument. But you decide not to pry, and when Pepper signals for you to join her on her morning walk, you agree.

- You know, you are surprisingly nice. - She comments as you two take a break for some water.

- Thanks, I guess. - You mumble, and she laughs.

- What I mean is that nerds are usually know-it-all types and not at all sociable. - She explains. - You're quiet, but you're fun.

- Who says I'm not a know-it-all. - You retort with amusement, and Pepper laughs as you walk back.

- I'm just saying that it turned out to be nice to invite you over despite everything.

- Despite everything what?

Pepper laughs awkwardly, shaking her head.

- The differences between our groups I say. - She quickly clarifies. You don't perceive the lie. - Maybe there is a chance for us to remain friends after here.

- Why wouldn't we? - you ask confused. Pepper seems to be talking as if it is impossible for you to continue talking to each other after the trip is over, and you don't understand why.

Pepper blinks in embarrassment, and then pats your arm, hurrying her steps.

- It's nothing, I'm just overthinking it. - she says. - I'm sure it will all work out.

You don't ask any more questions because she's walking too fast, and exercise isn't really your thing. You're struggling to keep up.

//-//

After your walk with Pepper, you agreed to let Steve teach you how to play a bit of hockey. And then you all had lunch together, and Wanda avoided all your attempts to start a conversation with her. You figured she was upset with her boyfriend, so you didn't press her.

Later in the afternoon, after you played snowball wars with everyone, and perhaps laughed more than appropriate when Wanda kept hitting Vision in the face, Steve made a fire in the backyard area and everyone gathered around.

- Let's tell some horror stories, please? - Pietro asked as he sat down, and Tony slapped him on the head, laughing.

- You are such a baby. - he sneered, holding out a bottle of whiskey to Steve. You rolled your eyes, impatient with Stark's annoying mania for proving his maturity.

Then he began to share sex stories, and the group seemed happy to join in. The bottle swirled around, and you let it pass you by without taking a sip. It stopped at Wanda, and she drank much more than anyone else.

- And you, Y/N, don't you have any sinful stories to share with the group? - teased Tony ironically, and you rolled your eyes.

- I prefer to be silent.

Tony laughed at her hostility.

- Now all that's left is for you to say you're a virgin! - he sneered, causing the group to laugh. You exchanged a quick glance with Wanda, who didn't even seem to be listening, the whiskey bottle still in her hands.

- I'm not, but if I were that wouldn't be your business - You retort impatiently. Tony whistles impressed.

- Tell us how it was! - he asks excitedly. - I bet it was Jessica Jones who fucked the weirdo!

You stand up abruptly as the group laughs.

- You're drunk, and you're talking shit. - you say angrily. - But if you ever annoy me again, I will punch you right in the face!

Tony seems slightly impressed by your attitude, but he is clearly drunk so he shrugs his shoulders. You then leave, returning to your room.

Non-Reader Povs

- What is your problem? - Pietro complained as soon as Y/N entered the cabin. Tony blinked surprised and alcoholic.

- It was just a joke, it's not my fault she's weird. - He retorted with a wry laugh.

Pietro let out an irritated exclamation.

- You know what? - He spoke angrily, looking at everyone. - What we're doing is wrong.

- What was that? - Vision sneered, but Pietro looked at him seriously.

- You heard me. - he said, getting up. - She's a nice girl and she's been fun to be with. That bet was stupid.

The teens exchange guilty glances, but then Tony and Vision are laughing.

- One hickey and you're in love, Maximoff? - Vision sneered and stood up, as Pietro clenched his jaw.

- You're an asshole.

- Oh, I'm an asshole? - Vision retorted ironically. - This little scene of yours is absurd, treating your friends as if we were the villains of the story. - he says laughing. - The girl is a weirdo who must be absolutely fascinated that people like us even talk to her!

Pietro looks at him impatiently, but Vision does not lose his debauched posture.

- Shut up. - Wanda's drunken speech startles the group. Vision turns to her in surprise, but then he laughs.

- That's excellent. - He says. - Both Maximoffs teaming up against the group.

- You're full of shit. - Wanda exclaimed angrily, getting up, and Vision shook her head. - She's not...

- She's not what dear? - He interrupted. - You know I'm right. In fact, I bet if you go up to her room right now, you won't even need to ask twice and she'll fuck you.

- Vision! - Pietro exclaims angrily, but he stares only at the redhead, who has her jaw clenched.

- Everyone just wants to fuck you, Wandy. - He says. - There's nothing worthwhile beyond that.

Wanda holds back the tears in her eyes, bumping into Vision as she leaves, and the boy laughs, shouting between giggles that he was only joking, but the redhead doesn't turn around.

- That was cruel. - Potts then said, and Vision let out a wry laugh.

- It was just a joke. - He says and sits back down. - You girls are so sentimental.

Pietro then leaves, and Vision rolls his eyes. Steve and Sam exchange a look with Pepper.

- You can't really think it's okay to say something like that to your girlfriend. - Steve said annoyed. Vision laughs, incredulous at Steve's insinuation. - What is it, people? - he replies. - I just said she's hot, how is that a bad thing?

- You know, Pietro is right. - Steve said as he got up. - This whole story is absurd. - Steve, come on. - No, he is right. - Sam then agreed. And then Pepper stood up, exchanging a look with Tony. - Good, then. - Vision exclaims angrily. - Be my guests! I suppose you'll start hanging out with the school's weirdos on Monday then. You guys are a joke. Hypocrites. Vision grumbles before exiting angrily, walking towards the trail. The group exchanged a guilty look.

Reader Pov

You had just finished showering and putting on your pajamas when Wanda came into your room. You frowned in surprise, and let out an exclamation when she pushed you onto the bed and sat you on your lap.

- What are you doing? - you asked, and Wanda just grumbled, trying to unbutton your pajamas, but clearly too drunk to do so. - Wanda, stop. Wanda!

- That's what you want, isn't it? - She retorts with irritation, but her eyes are filled with tears. - Everyone wants to fuck the hot girl.

- Wanda, what are you talking about?

But then she's crying, falling against you. You let your arms go around her, trying to calm her down. She only stops crying when she falls asleep.

You don't know what has happened, but you feel your heart clench. Moving to the bed, you lay Wanda down on the mattress, then cover her with the blanket.

When you consider going to sleep in the living room, she takes your hand and whispers "stay," and you obey her.

//-//

You wake up with Wanda entwined with you. It is warm and comforting, and you smile shyly at the sensation.

The redhead starts to wake up next, grumbling as she buries her face in your neck, making you smile.

- We have to get up. - You whisper to her. - We're leaving.

- In a minute.

She says and it really only takes a moment for her to open her eyes, and be startled by the position. She awkwardly pulls away from your embrace, but still lies there. You turn on the bed to look at her, resting your face on your hand.

- I'm sorry about last night. - She says embarrassed, looking down.

- No problem. - You say. - But what was that about anyway?

Wanda sighs, running her hands through her hair as she stares at the ceiling, her back on the mattress.

- Vision told me some stupid things, and well, I believed him. - She says and you look at her curiously. With your silence, she clarifies. - It was just some comments he used to make about my body, okay? Things like, people are only interested in me because I'm hot.

You frown, surprised and annoyed.

- That's bullshit.

Wanda looks at you, surprised that you said something. You look into her eyes as you speak again.

- Your boyfriend is an insecure scumbag who uses your body insecurities against you. It's sick. - You tell her seriously. - You, Wanda Maximoff, are completely passionate for a thousand reasons other than your looks. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

You smile at Wanda's surprised expression, letting your fingers wander across her features.

- Do you really mean that? - she asks insecurely, and you give her a tender look.

- You're sweet. - You start, letting your fingers caress her cheek. - Smart and sincere. You have this different energy, like you never fit anywhere and you're absolutely magnetic. - You tell her. - And of course, you also laugh at my jokes, which suggests that you are as sarcastic and perceptive as I am.

Wanda smiles and closes her eyes for a second, and then looks at you with almost guilt.

- Can I ask you a random question?

- Sure.

- If someone needed to apologize to you, what would be the best way?

- This is a very specific question, Wanda. Should I be concerned? - You retort with mild amusement, and Wanda quickly denies it.

- Come on, answer me. - She asks, and you giggle.

- I don't know, Wanda. - You say laughing, and roll your eyes slightly. - I guess it would depend on what the person did. - You explain, and Wanda looks at you with a frown. - What's that face, what would your answer be then?

- Food. - She says and you look at her with confusion. - The person would only have to buy me food and apologize and I would forgive them.

You let out a laugh, and Wanda follows. And then you assume a thoughtful posture.

- Honestly, I don't think if there is a right way. - You tell her. - I would like the person to be honest with me, and explain to me what happened. - You say, and Wanda nods with a serious expression. - That, or a really cheesy apology act.

- What? - Wanda asks with amusement.

- Yes, like in those old movies. - You clarify with a slight laugh. - If someone apologizes in the rain, or with a serenade at my window, I would probably forgive that person for the shame they are going through for me.

You and Wanda laugh and then your alarm clock starts to ring, signaling that it was already time for everyone to get up and go home. You sigh slightly.

As you sit up in bed, throwing your feet out, Wanda hugs your back, surprising you.

- Thank you. - She says against your ear. - Don't give up on me yet, okay?

You frown in confusion, laughing without understanding Wanda's seriousness. You squeeze your hands together, but then she lets go.

- Is everything all right? - you ask as she turns around on the bed and stands up in front of you. Wanda swallows dryly, nodding. She smiles before she leaves, and you ignore the strange feeling that has settled on the pit of your stomach as you stand up toward the bathroom.

//-//

The way back to your house is strangely silent. It seems that all of Wanda's friends have changed their personalities overnight. Pietro gives you a quick hug across the shoulders as you get out of the car, and Wanda kisses your cheek. Vision doesn't look at you.

You call your friends as soon as you finish packing your things in your room. And everyone is extremely surprised when you share what has happened in the last few days.

When you return to school the next day, you are feeling excited.

Your first class is Biology, which means that you would have some time alone with Wanda, and while you wait for the starting bell, sitting on the benches outside with your friends, Wanda's group passes you by.

You frown as you notice Vision with his arm around Wanda, and she quickly looks away when she notices you watching. You clench your jaw at the childish attitude, and then you are getting up and walking toward the table they have chosen.

- Can I talk to you? - You ask the redhead directly, who seems to have trouble keeping her gaze on you. Her friends also look awkward, as if they are almost embarrassed, and none of them look at you for very long. Completely unlike Vision, who has a smug posture and a wry smile.

- Leave my girlfriend alone, freak. - He then says, and you blink in surprise.

- What is your problem? - You retort in irritation and Vision lets out a wry laugh.

- What is your problem? - He repeats, getting up and facing you. You don't hesitate, but you don't understand why everyone just stares at you. - What did you think was going to happen, huh? That you would start hanging out with the cool kids?

You look at him in confusion, and then he crosses his arms.

- I just want to talk to Wanda.

Vision laughed, looking mocking.

- You're so stupid. - He accused and you took a step back. - The bet is off girl, Wanda has nothing to say.

You blink in confusion, and the redhead is getting up, pulling on her boyfriend's forearm, but you look at them feeling your heart racing.

- What are you talking about?

Vision laughs, releasing Wanda's grip. You think she whispered "Please don't," but you are trying to understand what is going on.

- Oh, your dear friend didn't tell you? - he asks debauchedly. - We had a bet. I was sure you'd be completely obsessed with Wanda by the end of the holiday, and look at you! Here you are. I don't blame you though, Wanda is hot.

You choke in surprise, taking another step back. You risk a glance at the rest of the group, and they have their heads down, guilty looks on their faces. And then you look at Wanda, eyes watering as she clenches her fists. Feeling your heart break, and your stomach clench, you nod.

- Y/N, I can explain. - Wanda starts and you laugh, running your hands through your hair.

- I've always defended you. - You say, putting your hands in your pockets. - When people told me you were false and deceitful, I defended you. I really thought you were different from them.

- I....

- I can't believe I trusted you. - You say. - Never speak to me again, Wanda Maximoff.

You turned around walking away, ignoring the times the redhead called your name as you held back your tears.

//-//

Your mother told the school that you were sick.

That's how you felt anyway.

It had been three days since you had left your room. Bruce, Monica and Natasha were sending you all the school content you were missing, and you struggled to keep your focus on that and not on the heartbreak that seemed to take over your whole body.

The weekend arrived again, and you decided to get some fresh air. You were on your balcony, sipping hot chocolate when Nat came into your yard.

- Hey, stranger. - She greets you with a smile, sitting down on the seat in front of you. You give her a sad smile.

- Hi, Nat.

- How are you?

You shrug, and she sighs.

- It will pass, I promise. - She says and you drink some of your chocolate. - By the way, I'm suspended.

- What? - You ask in surprise, and she giggles, showing you the bandage on the fingers of her right hand.

- I punched Vision in the nose shortly after you left the cafeteria. - She tells you, and you widen your eyes in surprise. - I didn't say anything before because I didn't want you to feel guilty.

- Nat! - you exclaim, slightly upset, looking at her hand. - You didn't have to do that.

- I know. - she says with a slight laugh. - But you are my friend, and he is an idiot. You're a dork who doesn't have the strength to hurt a fly, but I have a feeling you'd do the same for me.

You laugh, nodding.

- I would probably get beat up in reality.

Nat laughs in agreement.

You are silent for a moment, until Nat speaks again.

- I hate to see you like this. - She comments, and you sigh, leaving the coffee mug on the table.

- I hate feeling like this too.

Nat sighs, opening her arms. You accept her invitation to hug her, and sit down next to her on the bench, letting her wrap you in a side hug.

- You'll come out of this, dear. - She starts to say as she strokes your hair. - Next year you'll be in college, with so many people wanting to get into your pants that you won't even remember who Wanda Maximoff was.

You laugh shyly.

- I hope you are right. - You grumble, closing your eyes.

- I always am.

//-//

You go back to school the following week.

Your body always seems to notice that Wanda is in the same room as you, even though she is meters away, but you learn to deal with the feeling.

You talked to the biology teacher on Monday morning. Apparently, the news quickly spread throughout the school, and she did not refuse to change your partner.

It wasn't an ideal scenario knowing that everyone in the school was feeling sorry for you, but at least you wouldn't have to talk to Wanda in class.

And so two weeks passed.

You were almost getting used to the feeling as you walked towards the main building, after stopping by the library and returning the physics books you were using, when you heard a commotion in the courtyard.

There was already a circle of students around, and you were considering turning around, because fights are not really your thing, but you had a feeling you should check it out.

As you slipped in among the students, you let out a surprised exclamation.

- Bruce! - You shouted as you threw the bag on the ground and lunged forward, but the boy who was fighting with your friend just turned around when you jumped at him, breaking free of your grip and laughing with irony and anger. He slapped you in the face that drew a surprised chorus from the crowd. You staggered back with the impact, feeling your face burn. But you stepped forward again, but he gave you a hard shove that knocked you to the ground. As you got up to go forward again, someone grabbed you around the waist. - Pietro, let me go! Help him!

You let out another exclamation when the boy punched Bruce in the face, but Pietro pushed you away from the fight, and Steve held you by the arms in the crowd. Pietro lunged at the boy next, while Bruce fell unconscious.

You broke free of Steve's grip and ran to your friend, and then there were teachers all around you, and you were all being led into the principal's office.

The counselor motioned for you to sit in one of the chairs to wait your turn, and you used this moment to send messages to your friends. Monica told you that she heard about the fight, but that she was in the history room when it happened. Natasha didn't answer, and when she appeared in front of you, you frowned.

- Nat, Bruce he...

- I know. - She interrupted seriously with an almost tearful expression. - He was fighting for me.

- For you? What?

Nat shook her head, looking toward the direction door.

- I told him not to get involved, but he is stubborn. - She says and then takes a deep breath. - That boy over there, his name is Clint. He's my ex. He... he hit me.

- Whoa, what?

- I know, it's too much to explain. - She says. - Me and Bruce, we... we've been going out for a few weeks now. And Clint wasn't happy when he found out. I told Bruce not to get involved but…

- Hey, Nat breathes. - You interrupt by seeing her eyes filled with tears. - This is not your fault.

You hug your friend, trying to calm her down. It doesn't take long for Monica to reach you two.

Soon the director calls you to give your side of the story, and you just tell him that you arrived in the middle of the fight. As you leave, the principal asks you to go to the infirmary and only then you remember that you were beaten.

You give up the idea of getting a bandage when you find Pietro and the group of friends, including Wanda, in the infirmary, but as soon as the nurse lays eyes on you, she pulls you in, sitting you down on one of the free beds.

She starts grumbling that the students have decided to behave like savages as she rushes over with the first aid kits to attend to all the students who were in the infirmary. You don't quite understand what happened, but it seemed that some kids had made a mess in the pesticide gardening class, so there were several students with red spots on their arms complaining of pain.

- It's okay, I can do it. - You tell the nurse as soon as she approaches you with the first aid kit. She looks at you suspiciously, but then a student at your back lets out a complaint and she sighs, handing the items to you as she leaves. You get up to look in the small mirror on the edge of the bed. There is a small cut on your cheek. That guy really hit hard.

While you were preparing the alcohol swab, Wanda walked over to you. You stared at her reflection in the mirror.

- I can help you with this. - She said about the bandage.

- I don't need your help. - You retorted harshly. Wanda looked at the floor.

- I am sorry.

You blinked in surprise, and turned away in irritation.

- No. - You warned, and Wanda swallowed hard. She looked at you, ready to start talking again, but then you shook your head. - Don't you dare.

- Please…

But you left right away, bumping into her shoulder.

Almost four weeks, and your chest still hurts just the same.

You think the nurse has called you, but you keep walking towards the exit.

When you reached the outer courtyard, you collapsed.

Sitting on the floor, and trying to control your breathing and your crying, you were startled when someone touched your shoulders. Monica didn't ask questions, she just hugged you.

- I can't do it, Mon. - You said between sobs. - I love her so much it feels like I'm going to suffocate.

- Shh, it's okay. - Monica tried to calm you down as she ran her hands down your back.

- Why can't I move on? She hurt me, why can't I stop loving her? - you asked in desperation. Monica just kept calming you.

- I know it feels like the end of the world now. - Monica says. - But I promise it will pass.

You cried for a few more minutes, trying to push or smother the pain away. It wasn't fair the way Wanda had your broken heart in her hand.

//-//

Bruce did not suffer any serious injuries.

You visited him in the infirmary as soon as he was released from the principal's office. He was worried about your swollen crying eyes, but you assured him that everything was fine.

And then he told you that he was in love with Natasha, and that Clint had been expelled. You shook his hand, saying that everything would be all right now. Soon Nat was in the room with you, hugging Bruce, while you went out with Monica to get something to eat.

The week passed quietly after this.

Your friends started the "Moving on squad", and they did everything to keep you distracted and well cared for. It was sweet and caring, and it was enough to keep your feelings well under control.

A few days after that mess, you needed to buy tomato sauce for your mother and found Pietro Maximoff in the supermarket checkout line.

- Hey. - He greeted you politely. You felt your heart race at the possibility that he was with his sister.

- Hi, Pietro. - You answered in the same tone.

You were checking around for signs of the redhead, but Pietro was alone. He said something about the prices, and you just grumbled in agreement, and then it was your turn.

In the parking lot, while you were unlocking your bike, he approached you again.

- I want to apologize to you. - He announced as he approached, and you let out a sigh.

- Look Pietro...

- No. - He interrupts with a quick smile. - I meant it. I'm really sorry. You're a nice girl, and we were idiots.

You stare at him for a moment, then go back to picking the lock.

- Is that all?

- Yes. - He confirms with a wry smile. But when he turns around, you call out to him.

- I... Thank you for that day. - You say. - You pulled me out of the fight. I probably would have got hurt if... what I mean is...

- It's all right.- He interrupts with a smile. - It was nothing.

You nodded and he smiled, turning again and walking away. You finished unlocking the lock and got on your bike.

//-//

The next week you were surprised to find a box of chocolate in your closet.

Nat exchanged a mischievous look with you, and you rolled your eyes absentmindedly, opening the package. It didn't have a name on it, and only said "you are cute".

- I can't believe you have a secret admirer. - Monica commented excitedly when you told her during lunch. Bruce and Natasha were sitting next to you, laughing lightly as they talked among themselves.

- Neither do I. - You comment with humor. - But the chocolates were good at least.

- I think it’s sweet. - She comments with a smile, and you shrug, blushing.

- It's weird. - You say with a slight laugh, and Monica squeezes your red cheeks lightly, saying that you're adorable, making you laugh. - Damn, I'm terrible at these things.

You start talking about the upcoming exams after that, and then the break ends.

It is in the last period of PE that you speak with Pietro again several days after you saw him last.

- Hey. - He greets you with an excited nod. You smile politely as you tie your shoelaces.

- Hi. - You say as he joins you.

- Are you going to the game on Saturday? - he asks, causing you to frown.

- I'm not...

- My god this guy never gives up. - He interrupts with a scowl, looking at something behind you. You turn your head to see what it is, and notice Vision talking to Wanda several feet ahead, near the bleachers. The redhead looks impatient, and you feel your heart ache just by looking directly at her. Shifting your gaze back to Pietro, you notice that he is still grimacing. - They've been broken up for over a month and he still keeps insisting.

You blink in surprise and Pietro looks back at you.

- They broke up?

- I thought you knew. - He quips, slightly surprised, and then shrugs his shoulders. - They broke up that day in the yard. Wanda slapped him in the face in front of the whole school, everyone talked about it for weeks.

- I'm not really into school gossip. - You comment and Pietro laughs.

- Of course not.

You stand up next, your gaze quickly shifting to Wanda, but you disguise it by looking at Pietro, who has an expectant expression on his face. Then you remember the question and let out an exclamation, running your hands through your hair.

- I'm not into sports, Pietro. - You tell him and he nods in understanding, looking upset. - But I like the food. And Natasha loves the games, so maybe I'll show up with my friends there.

Pietro lets out an excited exclamation, and gives you a pat on the shoulder, saying he hopes you can make it, before heading out onto the court.

You ignore the nervous feeling in your stomach when your gaze meets Wanda's on the other side of the court, and you quickly turn away, starting to do your exercises for class.

//-//

You were slightly surprised by Natasha's outfit. She was covered head to toe in school colors, down to a commemorative hat and matching socks. You looked at her with a raised eyebrow, but she just smiled as she pulled you by the hand to Monica's truck.

- How is the story about the secret admirer going? - Nat asked as you sat in the back seat, and Monica drove to school and Bruce fiddled with the radio.

- I received flowers on Wednesday. - You tell with a smile. - And a collection of special gift vouchers.

- What are these? - She asked curiously, and Monica laughed lightly as you felt your cheeks flush.

- It's a special kind of ... eh ... vouchers for hugs, kisses, that sort of thing. - You mumbled clumsily and Natasha laughed.

- My goodness, look at your face! - She laughed. - You are loving how corny this is.

You grumbled with a hot face, turning your gaze to the window. Bruce chose a very good song next, and your friends started singing along. It didn't take long before you joined them.

//-//

The school stadium was quite crowded. Senior year games always had scouts from universities, so you weren't surprised by family members, and well-dressed strangers in the stands, as well as faculty.

- Wow, Mom is going to have fun today. - Monica commented as two you walked to the bleachers. She was looking at her cell phone, and showed you a picture of two glasses of wine that Maria had sent her. - She has a date.

- Have you met them? - you asked curiously, and Monica made a noise with her mouth of agreement.

- She's from the Air Force. Very pretty and fun, and she treated me very well. - She told you with a smile. - I hope everything works out between them, Mom deserves to be happy.

You nod in agreement and then you find empty chairs. Bruce and Natasha join you many moments later, carrying the food.

- Yay, fries. - Monica says excitedly as Natasha distributes the food among you.

The band then enters the stadium. And the crowd seems excited, you and Monica laugh at Natasha's excitement.

As soon as the band makes their formation, the cheerleaders enter the field and the crowd cheers. You try not to look at Wanda so immediately, but that is exactly what you do. When they are all in the center, and finish the performance with lots of applause, the director gets up on the stage and starts announcing the game.

- And without further ado, West View High let's...

The principal is interrupted abruptly by one of the students. You and the audience watch intently as Pepper nudges the principal on the shoulder, and he turns around confused and surprised. She smiles innocently as she quickly takes the microphone from his hand.

- We had a slight change of plans, West View. - she announces, smiling. And then the band is moving on, and you recognize the music quickly. It was an old rock song. The audience sings along excitedly, surprised and in shock, but still happy with the music.

As the music plays, Pepper turns back to the director, and they discuss something. He lets out a sigh and shakes his head, and she gives an excited little jump, and then is joining the cheering team again.

When the song ends, it is not Pepper who comes up to the podium with the microphone, but Wanda, which generates a lot of comments from the audience.

- Is that? - Natasha starts and you feel your stomach turn.

- Yep.

- Hello West View. - Wanda begins looking nervous, the audience looks at her in anticipation. - Many of you must think me a complete bitch after the rumors that surfaced a few weeks ago.

- Oh my God. - You mumble clumsily, feeling the stares of some people on you.

- I think I should explain what happened. - Wanda says tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and ignoring the comments from the audience, she continues talking. - My ex-boyfriend and my best friends decided to make a bet. - She explains, and you clench your jaw. - He bet my friends that if I gave even the slightest bit of attention to our colleague, Y/N Y/L/N, she would become obsessed with me in one weekend. - The audience seems shocked by the confessions, but Wanda was looking at you. - The funny thing is, it was the exact opposite. Y/N is this amazing girl, sweet and caring, and I can't stop thinking about her. It must be because I am completely in love with her. - She confessed, and you felt your eyes fill with tears. - But I blew it. I was mean and cruel, and I'm sorry. I'm here to apologize to you Y/N, and you don't even have to forgive me. I just wanted you to know.

The audience erupted in murmurs at the confession, and you were in shock to react. Wanda was also teary-eyed.

A mixture of "forgive her" and " start the game" and various other comments began to grow louder, and then Director Fury was approaching Wanda, and asking for the microphone back. She took one last look at you, before bowing her head and walking off the field. The audience let out a mixed chorus of celebration and sadness, and then Monica was pushing you slightly, and you waved frantically as you hurried to catch up to Wanda.

- I can't believe you did that! - You shout at her as soon as you reach her in the gymnasium hallway, the noise of the game starting muffled by the distance.

Wanda turns around in surprise, wiping away tears.

- I just...

- When I said the perfect apology would be like a cliché, I can't believe you took it seriously. - You comment as you approach laughing lightly. Wanda looks surprised at your friendly posture. - You are such a dork.

And then you kiss her as you bring your hands to her waist, and she sighs in astonishment, but responds the next second, trembling as your tongues touch.

You push her against the wall of the hallway, and she slips her arms around your shoulders, melting into the kiss. You separate your mouths for breath.

- I'm sorry. - She asks again with her eyes closed. - I'm really sorry.

- I know. - You agree breathlessly. - Just... don't ever do anything like that again.

She nods in agreement, kissing you again. It's delicious the way your tongues feel together, making your head spin. You are blushing because Wanda is sighing and making a warm tightness rise in the pit of your stomach.

- I love you too, Wands. - You confess against her lips and she opens her eyes in surprise, you look at her with a smile. - I guess ever since you laughed at my joke in biology class.

Wanda lets out a short laugh, her eyes sparkling with joy.

- I love you. - She answers by kissing you quickly. - I love you. - She repeats and starts depositing kisses all over your face, making you laugh. She repeats and repeats until you kiss her again, intensely this time.

You stay like this for several minutes. Exchanging not-so-innocent kisses against the gymnasium wall. Until the first half of the game is over, and you hear the sound of the players returning to the locker room, and then Pietro is reaching for you, making a false threatening posture when he notices your swollen lips, and Wanda's lipstick on your face.

- Please get a room. - He then jokes, continuing on his way to the locker room.

You and Wanda agree to leave the stadium, wanting to enjoy some time together without the stares of the audience on you.

You two end up in the back of Monica's truck, staring up at the stars, your hands entwined.

- So it was you who sent the presents. - You conclude by looking at Wanda quickly, to catch her blushing cheeks.

- I was trying to find a way to talk to you. - She explained, turning to you, releasing her hand only to stroke your cheek. - That's why I made the voucher “worth a conversation”.

You laughed lightly, looking at her fondly.

- I liked the kiss coupon. - You say with amusement and she raises her eyebrow, smiling.

- Yeah? - She replies, bringing your faces together and stealing a lingering kiss from you.

- Best one.

Wanda laughs, pulling away a little. You swallow dryly, watching her carefully.

- What happens now? - you ask, and Wanda looks into your eyes.

- I don't know. - She says. - But I hope we'll be together in the end.

You smile, nodding.

- We will. - You assure her before adjusting your position to embrace her. Wanda snuggles against you, enjoying your warmth.

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shego89notabot · 1 year

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Chapters: 19/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Characters: Darcy Lewis, Tony Stark, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Happy Hogan, Jane Foster (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Melinda May, Alexander Pierce, Remy LeBeau Additional Tags: Non-Consensual Touching, Darcy Lewis is Tony Stark's Daughter, Protective Tony Stark, Medical Trauma, Past Rape/Non-con, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Past Torture, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, canon means nothing to me, Angst has no place here either, No beta - we live like BAMF women here, Timeline What Timeline, Everyone Is Poly Because Avengers Summary:

Tony discovers Steve Rogers was found alive before the events of the Avenger's movie. After finding him being abused while still unconscious he has him brought to the tower for safety so Steve wakes up in a completely different situation with a subdued, sympathetic Tony Stark offering support and friendship. How will this change future events? And what will happen when Tony's brilliant hacker daughter, Darcy Lewis, discovers HYDRA hidden within SHIELD at the same time?

***NOT abandoned! Still writing just slowly and, apparently out of order lol. Nearly finished a chapter when I realized it should really take place after some other stuff so, yeah, gotta work on that other stuff to post before that. 🤦

#steve x bucky x darcy #steve rogers #darcy lewis #tony stark #james bucky barnes #wintershieldshock #eventually #i swear #darcy lewis is tony starks daughter #timeline what timeline #i do what i want

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mrs-barnes-rogers-writes · 5 months

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The Fate Of A Fae Masterlist

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is a meddling, pain in the ass Sprite, who you wrongly thought would leave you alone once you introduced her to your best friend, Darcy. News flash, she doesn’t and she won’t. Not when she thinks you’re a perfect match for two of her best friends. Could she be right? Maybe. Just don’t tell her that.

“Never tell Natasha Romanoff she was right” - Clint Barton

Warnings: Monsters, eventual smut, violence in parts, fae magic, magic, witchcraft, shapeshifters

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers #avengers au #monster au #alternate universe #faerie #fairy reader #steve rogers x reader

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The Country Club ✨

Loki x female reader

Part 5 ~ Stuck in the mud

Previous Part

Italics = flashbacks

Making your way to breakfast after showering, doing your hair and getting changed, you tried to avoid everyone’s gaze, embarrassed about what happened last night. You didn’t know which part was more embarrassing. The fact that you smashed a glass in your hand or the fact that Loki turned up with a new girlfriend after everything as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t disappeared and left you with no warning. There were arrows that pointed towards the breakfast buffet hall which you followed.

Walking inside, it was if all conversations seized to exist. You looked around at the familiar faces, all of which looked back at you, each with their own reassuring smiles. Taking a deep breath, you picked up a plate before placing some pastries onto it.

“How’s the hand?” You heard from over your shoulder.

“Please Loki please, just leave me alone.” You sighed.

“Can we speak?” He asked.

Why couldn’t he get the message NO!

“Are you hard of hearing?” You huffed, turning to face him.

“You’ve always been so stubborn.” He tutted as before you zoned out, remembering something.

“You’re a stubborn little thing aren’t you?” Loki grinned devilishly, standing behind you as you bent over your sofa as he spanked you.

“Yesss.” You answered.

“I thought you used to like me stubborn.” You quipped, snapping out of your thoughts as you glared at him.

“Maybe I still do.” He smirked, leaning down closer towards you. You looked up at him, watching as his eyes fell closed as he inhaled your scent. “How naughty, you know that’s my favourite.” He teased leaving you flustered. How dare he do what he done and then leave you flustered? He was such a prick, ultimate prick.

“Beautiful fucking prick” you whispered under your breath as you felt his hair tickling your cheek, he was so close. You quickly pushed the thought of just reaching up and kissing him away as you spun back around. How was it that he still had so much control over you even after he hurt you so bad? That must just be love, it’s easier to forgive and forget than it is to be apart. “Don’t be silly.” You murmured to yourself. Spotting Nat and Steve, you decided to sit with them.

“Hey guys.” You smiled.

“Morning y/n.” They both said in unison.

“Guys you don’t have to be awkward about the whole last night thing. Me and Loki broke up, well we weren’t really together, it’s confusing. Look can we just eat breakfast please. Stop with the questions.” You rambled.

“Y/n, no one asked any questions.” Nat clarified, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Good, let’s eat.” You smiled before spotting Bucky walking in. You waved at him, a gesture he returned. You all ate, ensuring you didn’t talk about last night. You kept your gaze forwards, not wanting to see Loki in your peripheral vision especially if he was eating with Darcy. You knew you’d have to speak to her eventually but what would you even say? You weren’t close enough for this to be a violation of girl code but what about ethics. There must be a rule that states one shall not fuck the ex that made mutual friend cry after disappearing. Soon after, there was a bell chime noise before you heard Jane and Thor speaking.

“Morning guys, we’ve got a treat planned for you all.” Jane began “spaaa dayyy.” They said together, Thors deep voice dominating.

“Great.” You huffed.

After breakfast, you, Wanda and Bucky made your ways outside, taking in some of the sunshine whilst you tried your hardest to avoid Loki. He wasn’t worth your energy and so you wouldn’t give him any. Afterwards, Jane and Thor rounded everyone up before leading you all towards the spa retreat that they had on site. Your gaze didn’t focus on Loki but it did land on him a couple times and it was strange to see him and Darcy standing so far apart considering how close they were the night before. Maybe he left her too. He had a tendency to do that.

You and the rest of the girls opted for massages after changing into robes that were provided. Afterwards, you spotted the mud bath that was yet to be explored. Considering you were not alone, you opted for keeping the robe you wore tightly secured to you as you stepped in, almost slipping before steadying yourself, mindful of your injured hand. Closing your eyes, you sank into the mud. Pure relaxation. You let out a content hum.

“Now that’s a noise I haven’t heard in a while.”

“And suddenly I’m not feeling relaxed anymore.” You said, opening your eyes to be met by Loki who was standing at the edge of the bath.

“All I want are a few moments to explain.” He requested.

“Explain? Explain what? Why you left me? I honestly don’t want to hear it Loki.” You dismissed, willing yourself to not cry. “And thanks for embarrassing me last night. I hope you’re both really happy.” You added, regretting it when your voice broke at the end.

“That wasn’t my intention.” He assured.

“Listen Loki I’m only here to support my friends, I couldn’t care less about you okay.” You lied “bye.” You announced before trying to stand up, eyes widening when you couldn’t. There’s no way I’m fucking stuck you thought, trying to hoist yourself out again. Watching you struggle, Loki smirked, that same smirk he always had when you overcame your stubbornness and asked him for help. He was such a prick.

“Need any help?” He asked, offering his hand.

“I’d rather sink.” You scoffed.

“Stop being childish.” He chuckled making you even angrier. What the fuck was funny?

“Childish? No I’ll tell you what childish is. Childish was me knowing that regardless of how distraught I was, I would have still welcomed you back but you didn’t come back did you? You left me Loki so excuse me if I don’t allow you to just speak to me whenever you want because you don’t deserve it.” You said through gritted teeth as you welled up.

He was silent for a few moments as if letting your words drown him. He even looked slightly guilty. Good.

“At least let me help you out of the mud.” He offered his hand. Spotting Bucky coming towards you, you grabbed his hand getting his attention. Bucky helped you out of the mud as Loki watched with a clenched jaw before you pushed him in, surprising even yourself when he yelped, smacking into the mud. You regretted it when he landed weirdly, hair covered in mud. He didn’t even look at you. You didn’t mean to hurt him, not that he didn’t deserve it. Part of you wanted to hear him explain whatever stupidness he had thought of as to why he left you all alone in the hopes that it would be enough, enough for you to forgive him because that’s the problem with love. It was always easier to forgive and forget.

Sorry about that mate 🤣

#loki x reader #tom hiddelston loki #loki x female reader #loki fanfic #loki (marvel)#oc fiction #loki fanfiction #tom hiddleston #loki angst #loki x reader fic #loki x reader angst #angst #Loki

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tharros-auris-black-asimi · 2 years

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Take me to church (Chapter 4)

Pairing: Dark Priest Bucky Barnes x Singer Reader

Summary: In Modern Russia, James Buchanan Barnes is the Priest of the Catholic Church. He has a great life.

However, there is something in him. A darkness.

And once he meets you, an opera singer at the Bolshoi Opera House, that darkness ferments and grows.

But James doesn't mind allowing the darkness to corrupt you. Or him.

Not at all.

Chapter Warnings: This chapter contains discussions of religion, celibacy vows, discussions of virginity, a virginity kink, Dark!Possessive!Bucky, loss of virginity, lots of oral sex, (seriously, I think it's /too/ much at this point with me), mild choking during sex, explicit dirty talk, explicit sexual content, and sexual intercourse. Relationship discussions too.

Additional Notes: Hello all! If you've read the blurb I had originally for Dark!Priest!Bucky, this smut later on in this chapter may seem familiar. The smut there ended up being placed in this chapter, so full circle shit, I guess.

Apologizes for the shortness of this chapter compared to chapter three. I think chapter three is going to possibly be the longest chapter in this little holiday fic, but with the way chapter five is going, I might have to eat my own words, lol. That chapter is slowly turning into sexual tension and a smutfest chapter towards the end, so we'll have to see what craziness I cook up for it. For now, enjoy this chapter!

As always, if you'd like to read this on my AO3, you can read it here.

Word Count: 8,571

Two weeks later…

November slowly blended into December.

Which only meant one thing.

Christmas.

Christmas shopping, in particular, to be exact.

You never did Christmas shopping all that much. When you did though, you only did it for only a couple of people.

Natalia. Yelena. Darcy. Melina. Alexei.

You always bought Natalia and Yelena new ballet dancing shoes every year, considering they ran through a lot of dancing shoes often. And, if they didn’t need it, they could give it to the other ballet rats. You always gave Melina a new jacket and Alexei a new pair of mittens every year.

You had bid Star goodbye and told her to be a good Chihuahua while you did your Christmas shopping. Walking down the busy streets of Moscow, the snow fell down gently. The storm had stopped, and you and Star had gone home after. You could tell that James wanted you to stay, but, in order to not risk a scandal, you told him to swing by the opera house to come and see you.

He had come to see you earlier that week. You had been in your dressing room. The understudy’s dressing room was a little bit smaller than the main lead’s dressing room.

Plopping your compact powder shut, you put it back into the drawer in your vanity. Taking a gulp of your lemon ginger tea from your hydro flask, you heard a knock at the door.

“Come in.”

The door opened. You saw who the person was out of the corner of your eye.

You gaped in surprise.

“James?!”

James Buchanan Barnes closed the door behind him. Getting up from your chair at your vanity, you made sure to lock the door behind him. Just in case someone came knocking.

James couldn’t control himself. Call it impulse control. But he couldn’t help but cup your face, and he kissed you. You were so happy that your blinds were closed because you didn’t want to have a scandal right now.

Kissing him right back, your arms wrapped around his neck, making him dip his head down. His tongue entered your mouth and gently ran over your teeth. He nibbled on your bottom lip, making you bit down a whimper.

Eventually though, you had plucked up the courage to break free. Even though you didn’t want to.

“I missed you,” James’s voice was a low murmur when he put his forehead against yours.

“I missed you too,” your voice was soft.

“Hope you got your Christmas shopping done— Yelena wants a new bottle of hot sauce to go with her mac and cheese, by the way.”

James chuckled deeply when he got a good look at you. You had been in the process of putting your stage makeup on. You had your face on, but not your eyebrows yet. You hadn’t even put on any eye shadow, or put your false eyelashes on. Or your lipstick.

So basically, your face was essentially naked at this moment.

“I bought her a pack of mini ones. That’ll satisfy her, right?” James questioned with an eyebrow raised.

You let out a chuckle. “It’ll satisfy her for a month, at least. I think you’ll need to buy her those bigger ones.”

James groaned.

“No,” he huffed. “No more talking about Christmas shopping. I’m not wasting any more money on Christmas shopping.”

Such mention of any more Christmas shopping made James want to slam his head against a wall. He had no idea how Natalia and Yelena did their Christmas shopping. Even you, as you looked at him with your face full of amusement.

“I’m not going to buy her more hot sauce.” Your response made James scowl. “Maybe you can get Kate to buy her some?” James suggested. At the mention of the brunette ballet dancer who was Yelena’s best friend, you let out a snort. “Sure, I’m sure that’ll just go down beautifully.”

“I’m not buying her any more hot sauce. If she wants more, she can buy it at the store,” was all James grumbled. You just snorted again.

Just then though, his face turned serious. His blue eyes became stormy as he leaned in towards you.

You could feel the tension in the room change. All of a sudden, you felt yourself getting warm as he inched closer.

“I want to see you.”

Call him greedy. Impatient. But once he had gotten a taste of you, it seemed that he just couldn’t quite get enough.

“Do you want to meet at my apartment?” You inquired. James shook his head no. “I don’t know how I’d explain sneaking out of your apartment in my vestments on a Sunday, Angel.”

You just rolled your eyes.

“Then don’t just wear your vestments when you come and see me.” You told him bluntly. James continued to lean towards you until his mouth was over your ear.

“—And I don’t think that Star would like to hear me fucking you, now would she?”

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Seeing your embarrassed face made James smirk. Like the Devil he was.

“You’re a menace,” you hissed underneath your breath.

All James did was chuckle.

The bastard.

“Where you do want to meet?”

Which led you to now.

Later in the week.

On a Saturday, no less.

You had been in your apartment, packing a small overnight bag. You weren’t really suspecting that you were going to stay long at the hotel. Star had been watching you the entire time.

What was her human doing?

Perplexed, yet curious, Star jumped on your bed with ease. She whined at you, just wondering what the hell you were doing.

You had finished packing your overnight bag. She whined at you again, which caught your attention.

“Oh baby,” you sighed at her, bringing her into your arms and kissing the top of her head. “I’m going out tonight. With the nice man. Do you remember the nice man with his cat? Alpine? You remember Alpine, don’t you?”

Star knew the name Alpine. She knew that cat. Yes, yes, she also remembered the nice man who had rubbed her head. That nice man with the magical hands.

Star bobbed her head up and down. Signaling that yes, she understood who the nice man was.

“Well,” you continued, “I’m going to be spending the night with the nice man. Which means you’re going to be home alone, okay? Don’t worry, I’ll come back tomorrow morning.”

Such words made Star whimper.

You were going to be spending the night with the nice man? Without her? She loved the nice man! Why couldn’t she go too?

Maybe then, she would be able to see her cat friend. Star just whimpered and cried into your arms.

Star always had some form of separation anxiety. Even when she had been a young pup. Softly and gently, you shushed her and gave her the tell-all of belly rubs. And head rubs. At the same time. Because Star loved head rubs and belly rubs.

But head rubs and belly rubs at the same time?

Pure bliss.

Pure motherfucking bliss.

After a quick head and belly rub session, Star was successfully all conked out, curled into a ball on top of your bedsheets. Pretty soon you knew that she was going to make her nest out of your comforter and blankets. And when you would come home in the morning, you were positive that your bed was going to smell like dog ass.

Which, all in itself, was surprisingly a comforting smell for you. Natalia and Yelena got it though. When they were kids, they had a dog named Fanny. Fanny would sleep in their beds all the time. She had often rotated between all of the ballet girl’s beds.

You knew Star would live. You’d probably come back around six AM, and you knew that you didn’t walk her until eight. So she would possibly go right back to sleep after you came home.

Everything would be fine.

Later that night...

When you eventually got to the hotel, you noted to yourself that it wasn’t fancy. It wasn’t glamorous, and you liked that. You could save the glitz and glamour for the stage.

But for the hotel...

It was just a normal hotel.

Which, in your eyes, was perfectly fine by you. With your overnight bag in your hand, you walked inside and quickly checked in. The lady at the front gave you a key and told you the floor number, and that the elevator would be on your right. With that in mind, you thanked her before making your way to the elevators.

Pressing the UP button, you heard the doors ding a few seconds later. A couple stepped out, the man whispering something to the woman beside him. They walked away, and you heard her giggle and say something in Russian.

Something tugged at your heartstrings when you stepped inside through the doors. Pressing the fifth-floor button, you watched as the doors closed in front of you after a few seconds.

Allowing you to be alone with your thoughts.

Deep inside of you though, you knew that you and James would never be like that.

Could the two of you possibly be married one day?

Possibly. It was a possibility.

You knew that James had tattoos. You didn’t know if he had gotten them after he had been made Priest, or he had gotten them after. Russia was now a modern country, after all. After the assassination of the Romanov Royal Family back in 1918, to the reformation to the Soviet Union in 1922, and to when the Soviet Union crumbled and eventually, Russia had risen back up from the ashes in 1991. Now that President Steven Grant Rogers was leading Russia into a new modern age, a new age, things had changed from the Romanov’s.

So, James could possibly have tattoos.

He could possibly get married to you.

He could possibly have sex with you.

Well… there would be a push back. From the traditional people in Russia, the more religious people. But to the modern, everyday churchgoers who were progressive?

They wouldn’t care.

But, you didn’t know what to do if that happened though.

The elevator doors dinged in front of you, snapping you out of your current thoughts.

Stepping out, you saw the first number on the first door you saw.

521.

The lady at the front had told you it was 531.

Ten doors down. On the left.

Okay. You could do that.

Turning abruptly to your right, you made your way down the hall, the numbers on the doors replaying in your mind as you kept track.

522.

523.

524.

525.

526.

527.

528.

529.

530.

Almost there.

Just the thought that you would be reunited with James, that you would finally be alone with James again ever since the snowstorm… it made your pussy tingle. It made your pussy throb. You swore you could feel a heartbeat down there too.

You swore on the Holy Bible you had gotten as a kid but had burned the day you had turned eighteen in college.

531.

Your breath nearly stilled to a stop when you came to a stop, freezing right in your track like a deer in headlights when you saw the number on the door.

Before you could even slide the card into the keyhole, the door suddenly swung open.

James Buchanan Barnes was standing on the other side of the door. He held his hand out.

Like Erik holding out his hand for Christine Daaé, you accepted his hand and allowed him to guide you inside of the room.

As soon as you got into the room, something inside James snapped.

You gasped, maybe even let out a little shriek of surprise when your back suddenly collided with the door.

James didn’t know what had just come over him.

But a need burned in him. A deep need to just touch you. Kiss you.

Feverishly, as if he was a man possessed, he kissed you.

Like kissed you, kissed you.

It was hasty. Quick, too. It ended just as quickly as it started, which, bummed you out.

You were still clutching your bag once he managed to pull himself together, getting off of you.

“I-I’ll um… I’ll just put my bag d-down…” you stammered as you got yourself off of the door, putting your bag down on the other bed that was nearest to the door.

“Do you want me to sleep here?”

“No.”

You had turned around to look at him.

You watched as he came closer. Much closer to you.

Your breath hitched.

One of James's hands came to cup your face. You were trembling so hard that he had to push your chin up himself. He was gentle.

Just like the first time, when the two of you had been stuck in his house due to the damn snowstorm. Like the two of you were forbidden secret lovers sneaking off to find a moment together because a moment was not enough.

You stared right into those baby blues and thought, God what have we done with our lives, and what did it get us.

You were here now.

In a hotel room with the priest.

Somehow, some way, you didn't feel bad.

Oh, if only your teenage self could see you now.

You let out a sudden gasp as James swept you off of your feet, carrying you in his arms like it was nothing. You knew he was muscular. That he was strong. James Buchanan Barnes was a freaking walking beefcake.

Setting you down on the bed that was closest to the window, you watched as he climbed over you, James gently putting a little bit of his body weight on top of yours.

"James, I-" your voice wavered. You choked on your own words as you struggled to speak.

"I... I'm-"

"Tell me you want this too."

Now, both of his hands were cupping your face.

His stare became even more intense if that was even possible.

That fire in between your legs was slowly becoming hotter. Your vagina felt like a slow, nursing flame that was slowly, but maturely, getting bigger with each look James was giving you.

Did you want this?

Did you want him?

Him, as he was?

Like this?

"I..." your tongue darted out to lick your lips. Your breath hitched in your throat as one of James's hands traveled down, all the way down to the waistband of your jeans, popping the button with ease. The faint sound of him unzipping your zipper, you heard that. You heard him doing that.

And then his hand slipped through the waistband on your panties, one thick finger slipping into your slippery pussy lips, sinking all the way down to his knuckles deep into your pussy.

Followed by a second finger.

Then a third.

All knuckle-deep inside of you. Nestled comfortably, not wanting to leave.

"You feel that, doll?" James's voice was rough, almost like his voice was going to break. "I might be a priest doll, but this..."

He let out a throaty chuckle.

"This is the closest thing to Heaven I'll ever get, Angel." His voice dropped to a low hush as his fingers curled.

Such motion made you gasp. Your mouth fell open just the slightest bit as your eyes began to glaze over.

"Tell me you want this too, please, if you say yes, I'll- I'll do anything to make you cum like you did when we were in your room." He begged. His blue eyes were becoming frantic.

Your thighs nearly rubbed together when he mentioned your room.

"I'm-" you nervously swallowed the lump in your throat, "I-I... I'm a virgin... I've... I've never... never..."

"I'll make you feel good. I'll make it good for you, doll. I promise." James curled his fingers deeper inside of you, making a broken whimper slip past your lips.

"Say it," James urged you as he uncurled his fingers, beginning to slowly pull out. The loss of his fingers inside of you was making that hormonal part of your brain panic.

Oh no.

No. No. No. No. No.

That wasn't good.

That wasn't good at all.

"I... I-I don't want to- oh, I don't want to... to... to have anyone... find out about this," you gasped. "Nobody needs to know. This'll be private. This," James plunged his fingers back into your weeping hole, making you cry out. "... this will just be between you and me. No one gets to know how good this feels. Nobody's going to know how tight you are for me. Nobody's going to know how good you taste. Only me. No one else."

His possessive tone was making your head spin. You watched with rapt eye contact as James got onto his knees, pulling down your jeans and panties, watching you, keeping eye contact with you, a hungry look in his eyes.

He was the predator, and you were his willing prey.

"Say you want it. Say you want me. I want to hear you say it."

His voice didn't break or waver when he spoke those words.

Something burned deep inside of you.

"I want you. I want you, James. Just you. Only you. Want you all to myself."

You hadn't registered that you had started crying until you tasted something salty in your mouth.

Just like the last time in his home, his mouth descended on you. His tongue speared up inside of you, James moaning at the taste of you.

This.

This was what he wanted.

He knew that he was going to hell after this.

But if hell was this good, then James wasn't regretting any of it. He would renounce his faith if that meant he would stay in this nirvana.

Taking your pussy lips into his mouth, James gave kitten licks to your clit as he hummed, practically drunk on your cunt. His three fingers that were buried oh so deep into your pussy pumped in and out, curling, trying to desperately find that spot that made your toes curl.

And when his fingers curled right up against that spot that made you see stars, you came.

You were cumming so hard that you hadn't grasped it.

You were cumming with a sharp cry against his face. James moaned against your clit, his tongue lapping against your overly-sensitive clit.

You gasped. Your entire body shuddered as James lifted his head up, his mouth, nose, and chin covered in your release. All shiny.

James stood up to his full height before his hands came to grasp your face.

"Can you kiss me?"

Could he kiss you?

Yes.

James gave you a nod as he leaned in.

Capturing your lips against his.

Yes, he could definitely do that.

A few hours later...

It was much later, when you were in bed with James, completely naked under the covers. Feeling that skin-to-skin contact. James hadn’t fallen asleep, but he did get her phone out of his pants and started to scroll through it.

Once he finished checking the news, James put his phone on the nightstand. He turned to look at you.

You were still curled up against him, twirling a piece of his chestnut hair in between your fingers lazily.

Blue eyes watched you intensely.

He saw you lick your lips.

“I’m… not really looking for… just a… friends with benefits… thing. I don’t want just a one-night stand.”

You had captured his attention. Not that you didn’t have it in the first place.

Seeing that James wasn’t about to say anything, you continued talking. “But… I’m a private person. I don’t like showing my partners off. And considering... if you want this to be an actual thing…”

“I do.”

You stopped.

You had a puzzled look on your face as you looked at him. Said puzzled expression turned into one of contemplation.

“I want this to be an actual thing. You, me. Like this.” His hand crept down, all the way down to the V of your thighs, his fingertips brushing up against your sex, slipping into your pussy lips, making you squirm. The sudden intrusion made your toes curl. Your back began to slowly arch. A small little gasp left you as your thighs trembled.

“James…” your voice was lower. Hushed. Even on the edge of shaking.

“I want to do this all the time.”

His fingertips brushed up against the swollen lips of your pussy, slicking his fingers up with your wetness. Making your slick drown his fingers, making them all sticky.

“James,” you whimpered in Russian, feeling his fingers slip deep into your slopping pussy, all three fingers had sunken all the way down to his knuckles.

When his fingers curled inside of you, you cried out. Your pussy was clenching down on his fingers, sucking him in deep.

“Need a taste of you, Angel,” James murmured to you sweetly before his mouth descended on your suddenly throbbing pussy.

You nearly sobbed out in pleasure when his tongue licked a stripe of your pussy, the flatness of his tongue massaging your pussy. His tongue flicked against your clit as he took your pussy lips into his mouth, greedily sucking as his tongue created friction on your poor little nub.

You just knew your poor little kitty would be thoroughly abused tonight. Your vagina was going to feel like someone had taken a chainsaw to her.

Most definitely.

His tongue flicked against your clit while his fingers pumped in and out of you, curling and crooking to try and find your g-spot. Wet, squishing noises echoed every time he slid his fingers in and out of your drenching cunt. When his fingers curled up against your g-spot, your toes curled.

Your orgasm made you quake as your thighs shook. Your thighs tried closing around his head, but James wouldn’t allow you. Lifting his head up, his other hand clamped around your thighs, spreading them apart. He spread them so far apart that you felt a burn in between your thighs. You came over all his face, soaking his bread and coating his chin. His beard scratched your inner thighs and you could feel the beard burn that your bestie Darcy Lewis finally was blabbing and gossiping about when Loki had grown a beard that one time.

Little gasps and moans were all James could hear when he finally decided to lift his head up to sneak a peek at you. He saw your chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath.

Your breaths evened out when James climbed over you yet again, his dark gaze gazing down at you.

At the sight of his normally periwinkle blue eyes that were now a stormy blue, you felt your pussy throb again.

James let out a hiss.

It was at that moment, you felt his fingers that were still inside of you.

Since when were his fingers still buried in your pussy?

Since fucking when?

You couldn’t say anything because James was leaning down. Capturing his lips with yours. You could taste yourself on his lips and his tongue. His beard that was soaked with your come scratched at your chin, making your chin and your jaw wet.

One of his other hands curled around your throat. His fingers lightly squeezed at the sides, making the blood rush to your head. It didn’t give you any pain, but it did add to the current pleasure you were feeling.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Squishing noises soon followed.

Just what the hell…

… oh.

As James was currently kissing you, his tongue slipping into your mouth, practically rendering you speechless, his fingers were pumping in and out of your pussy with a quick-paced rhythm that had you coming so quickly because you were still reeling over your first.

Your toes curled up as you cried out into his mouth. James gasped. He could feel it deep, all the way down in his toes. All of a sudden, he pulled away from you, the only piece of evidence that he had been kissing you being the string of saliva that had connected your mouths.

You cried out when his mouth had disappeared back in between your thighs, and he had planted his face back into your pussy again.

Almost instantly, his tongue flicked at your clit again. Taking it in his mouth. Sucking on it. Before releasing it with a languid pop and beginning to pepper kisses on your inner thighs, all the while maintaining eye contact with you.

It was at that moment, that you knew.

You could just fucking feel it in your bones.

James Buchanan Barnes was going to fucking ruin you for other men.

And that he wasn’t a virgin.

Dragging the tip of his tongue back up your inner thigh to your slippery, puffy pink pussy lips, he took your clit in between his lips again.

And he sucked on it. Hard.

You came again with a cry.

“O-Oh… Oh fuck James…” you managed to say through gasps. Catching your breath for a second, you watched him from where you were, above him, watching as he rose his head back up. You watched him raise his whole entire body up, still fully clothed. Even though he was still fully clothed, you could see how beefy and strong he was. Just the thought made your traitorous pussy throb again.

Before you knew it, you were sitting up.

Looking at him directly, nay, straight in the eyes as James got onto his knees. As if he were a mere simple man praying. Begging for God to atone, to forgive him of his sins.

Tensely, slowly, your hand reached out for his. His hand grasped yours and he held onto your hand as if he never wanted to let go.

“I’ve been thinking.”

His voice was hoarse. Full of raw emotion when he looked at you.

“Yeah? About what, James?”

James shifted, so he could feel a little bit comfier in his current position.

“I broke my oath of celibacy that night.”

You shifted uncomfortably. James, noticing his girl’s sudden distress, cupped your face with one hand.

“I don’t regret what we did. None of it. I wanted this. I want you. Like this. All of the time. Want you under me. Screaming.”

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You have even squeaked in surprise.

James had never told this to Steve. To no one. Not even Natalia. Not even Yelena.

He knew you were a modern woman, and he was a modern man. He was a gentleman. He would treat you with nothing but respect. If his Ma had taught him, drilled something in him as a child was that he would treat his future partner with nothing but love and respect.

But these certain thoughts that had consumed his mind, deep down within him, he knew that it was thoughts no man, modern or traditional, no good man would ever have about their lover. No good man would be masturbating in their bed, fucking their hard cock into their fist at the remembrance of their lover telling them that they were a virgin. No good man would have their thoughts consumed by the thoughts of how they would take their lover’s virginity. No good man would masturbate themselves to death in their shower, coming hard at the thought of finally breaking their lover’s hymen, having a second orgasm just as intense as their first at the thought of how tight their lover’s pussy would be. Clenching all around their cock.

James wouldn’t tell you.

Not now.

Not ever.

You swallowed as you looked at him. Your brain soaking up those words like a sponge.

“I broke my oath of celibacy that night.”

“I don’t regret what we did. None of it. I wanted this. I want you. Like this. All of the time. Want you under me. Screaming.”

Just the thought of him taking your virginity, making you his— it made your thighs clench.

James saw it.

He noticed it.

He saw your thighs clench.

And his dick got harder if that was even possible. He was so sure that he would burst at this point.

Now.

You had been thinking about what it would be like, losing your virginity to him.

Clearly, the two of you would be breaking more rules than a kid sneaking out to go to a party and drink.

This was different.

James had broken his oath, his vow of celibacy.

For you.

The sudden realization made you tense up. It made you freeze.

“What makes me so special, James? You broke your own vow to the church for me. Just me. Little ole me. What makes me so special, huh?”

You weren’t angry when you spoke.

Really, you were… confused. Confused and baffled.

The man sitting across from you, or right in front of you, rather, was a priest. A Catholic priest, to be more precise.

“You’re… different.”

There was no other way James could explain it. You could call it cheesy like it had come right out of one of those American Rom-Coms from the West.

But James couldn’t quite put it into words, how different you made him feel. For once, those voices in his head were silent. For once, he felt free. For once, he felt alive. For once, he finally felt like all those jagged pieces of his puzzle were completed. As if you were that final missing piece.

You were the final piece that completed his puzzle.

Seeing your confused, yet judgy look on your face that read wow you’re being so cheesy right now, he went on. “You like me feel like… like… what was it you said about puzzles?”

“Like you’re a puzzle piece, but you don’t quite fit in anywhere?” You echoed.

James nodded vigorously.

Yes, yes— that had been it.

“Yes,” James continued to nod.

“You’re… you’re like that. To me.” He swallowed nervously.

Back before he had been taken overseas, back before he had been drafted into the military, James had fond memories of being quite the ladies' man. Smooth. Suave. Convincing.

Now though?

Now, everything just felt wrong. As if he had lost a part of himself, and he didn’t know it had gone. He felt like animals scattering for safety.

James would never tell anyone, but day to day, he always felt like white noise. A buzzing in his ear that would just never go away. He always felt noisy and jittery, like someone was out to get him. It always kept him on his toes and on high alert.

With you though… James felt more relaxed than he had ever felt in years. As if he could finally breathe.

Even if he was awkward now.

“You’re like that to me, too.”

The look on James’s face made you giggle. It certainly broke the harsh tension that had been in the room just now.

“I’ve always had a schedule. A routine. When you’re raised in the arts for the majority of your life, you have a schedule. I woke up really early to do my stretches, practice my ballet routines, did my vocal exercises, and then I’d practice for eight hours a day before eating and sleeping. And then doing that all over again. Always… on my toes. Always never having, or making time for myself, really. I went day to day like… like that’s all it would be. Maybe I’d eventually retire and start a family or something,” you shrugged at that thought.

James though, James looked a little perplexed at that.

“Would you… like to get married? Have children?” James asked awkwardly.

You stopped to think about that.

“Honestly? I don’t know. If it happens, it happens. But with children, I’d like to know if I’ll be in the best mental and financial mindset before thinking about having children. I don’t want to have kids, just to have kids, y’know?”

A nod from James showed that he understood.

“But with you it’s…” you were struggling to find the right words to express how you felt in this moment. “I feel… different too. I feel like for the first time—” your hand grasped his. His hand was bigger, but his hand was warm.

“… For the first time, I feel like… like I want to be greedy. To make time for myself. I want to be with you.”

“The snowstorm wasn’t enough, huh?” James couldn’t help but tease. Your cheeks were still flushed even as you rolled the mother of all eye rolls in his direction.

“No snowstorm in this world would ever be able to express how much I feel for you.”

Those words made him feel some type of way. So much so that he reached over to you, both of his hands coming over to cup your face and kissing you like it was the last thing he’d ever be able to do.

Your hands found his chestnut locks as you gripped his hair lightly, pulling the man closer to you.

If this was what sin felt like, the two of you never wanted to leave.

The two of you could be doomed to burn in Hell for all you cared.

That shit didn’t matter right now.

Somehow, some way, your back fell back onto the mattress, and your hands found his shirt. You tugged on it. A strangled noise came from you when James tugged it off of him, tossing his shirt somewhere on the floor. His hands came to grip your shirt too.

And then there was a loud ripping noise.

You gasped.

Actually gasped.

Your eyes flew up to look at James.

He tossed your shirt, (whatever was left of it, anyway), to the floor.

Just another barrier that separated you from him.

His gaze fell down to your breasts. His hands came down to cup them too. They felt perfect in his hands. They fit perfectly in his hands too. Leaning his head down, he pressed a kiss to your breast, dragging his tongue down to your puffy nipple, lapping at the dark bud until it was hardened. He sank his teeth around the hardened nub, biting down on it lightly. His other hand came up to grope your other tit, flicking thumb against your other dark nub until it hardened.

“… fuck…” you groaned, gripping his hair even harder.

“… wanna do it, Angel.” his saliva smeared all over your tit.

You wanted it too.

God, did you want to do it.

“Then just do it,” you breathed out. “Do it then.”

Up James’s head peeked up.

“Are you sure?”

He was giving you an out. He was being a gentleman. And you loved that about him.

But God, did you want it. You were ready. Fully ready. You were fully ready to become a sexual creature. You were ready to do all that penis in the vagina sex.

“Yes.”

James shifted around, lifting his head up from your breast. He moved so he was in between your legs again, his knee pressing against your clit. The lower half of his body was still clothed.

When your hands reached up, your thumbs hooking into the waistband of his jeans, you stopped.

Was this okay?

Was this what you were supposed to do?

“Go on,” his voice was hushed. Encouraging.

“Undress me.”

Well.

Okay then.

You popped the button of his jeans, pulling down the zipper slowly. You had been half expecting for James to be irritated, to tell you to go faster.

But he wasn’t.

Instead, he was maintaining eye contact with you, watching you with an encouraging look in his eyes.

Eventually, you managed to tug his jeans down.

His penis bobbed out as his erection slapped against his thigh.

Ah yes.

James’s dick. His cock. The holy sword. The light of your life.

His cock was already hard. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, the tip of his dick was already a violent red. Thick veins ran up to his shaft.

His sac hung heavy and his balls rested on top of his thighs too.

Oh, and his thighs.

You couldn’t fathom, even now, how ripped he was. He looked like he could snap you in half. Or your back, more like. Just the thought had you shuddering.

Subconsciously, your legs parted. James’s gaze fell down to look at the way your legs parted for him, and he licked his lips. Catching his bottom lip in between his teeth as he gripped his hard erection, positioning the tip of his cock at the opening of your slick lips.

You gasped when the head of his cock pierced you open. You felt like he was splitting your pussy in half, piercing you open upon that thick mushroom head. Your head fell down on the fluffy pillow as your back arched. You found yourself gripping the bedsheets under you, curling them into the palms of your hands tight. So tight you were positive that your knuckles were turning white.

“… Shit…” James grunted, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. “Fuck, you’re tight. Can feel you stretching out for me.. so good doll…”

Your hands rose from the bedsheets to cling onto his shoulders. Your nails sank into his shoulder blades. James panted, easing himself in, inch by inch. Slowly, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to your hymen. He could feel it. He could taste it on his tongue.

Almost there.

He was almost there.

“Taking me so well… come on… she needs to let me in just a little more… there we go…” James cooed as he slide in even further. A deep whine that reminded you so much of Star left your lips at the praise. Your walls squeezed around his dick harder.

If this was what Heaven felt like, then James never wanted to leave.

His other free hand traveled down to find your clit, taking your wet and abused clit in between his fingers, rubbing it with his thumb. All the while his hand that held onto his shaft pushed in deeper.

The double stimulation made you cry out. And when his mouth dipped back down, down to your breasts, you watched with rapt attention as James took a lush nipple in between his teeth, his teeth grazing against the dark, smooth, and soft skin around your nipple, you came.

You were coming so fast you didn’t even hear James choosing that moment to finally slip in, breaking your hymen and sitting himself completely inside you. His teeth sank down around your nipple, making you sob.

Feverishly, as if she had not been abused enough, James rubbed your clit faster. Creating that much-needed friction for your fifth orgasm of the night to rush over you.

Yeah, that’s right— fifth.

You had no idea how you were keeping track either.

It wasn’t as painful as you had thought.

It wasn’t as painful as how your Sunday School teacher had said it would be when she had taken all the girls into a classroom and spoke about sex.

And it certainly didn’t feel like an obligation you were doing for your husband.

Nope.

Instead, you were in a dingy hotel room, having sex with the priest.

The priest who wanted you. Wanted all of you. Just as you were.

Both of your hands moved from his shoulder blades to the sides of his face.

James shifted from where he was above you, gripping the sides of the headboard as he kept eye contact with you.

Your touch burned him. Scorched him. Made him feel alive.

“I never want to not feel like this ever again,” his voice made you feel the shivers run down your spine.

You couldn’t help but allow your gaze to wander down, all the way down to where his penis was buried balls deep into you, where his erection vanished.

Never had you ever felt this full before.

It was a euphoric feeling.

Your gaze came back up. Allowing you to look into those blue eyes that were just piercing.

“You won’t,” you promised him.

“Not anymore.”

James snapped.

Well, not literally.

Just figuratively.

Hands gripping the headboard, James found a pace. One that had you sinking back into the mattress every time. Angrily, he thrusted into you.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

A mixture of your combined fluids dripped down your thighs as James pushed his ejaculate deeper and deeper into you. His balls smacked against your clit with every thrust. The tip of his cock hit your cervix, but not enough to bruise.

One of his hands came down from the bedpost and he curled his fingers around your throat. He squeezed lightly around the sides. Your pussy clenched around his cock harder.

How interesting, James noted to himself.

He’d keep that in mind for later.

With that in mind, he persisted. Heavy balls continued to smack against your thighs. James’s other hand reached down to your clit and rubbed.

Hard.

Your vaginal walls clenched around him hard as you came.

Screaming.

Yes, screaming.

James ruthlessly fucked you through your orgasm, continuing to push up inside of you. Eyes that rolled into the back of his head at how tight your walls were gripping him.

And all of a sudden, he was coming.

Something shifted, stirred in his lower back. His balls tightened as he came with a shout, expelling his seed deep into your cunt.

Deep breaths.

Deep pants.

That was all that filled the room when you and James came down from your highs.

Slowly, James flopped beside you. You curled up against him. One hand in your hair, another reaching up to cup your breast. Holding it in his hand possessively, as if it didn’t belong to you.

He had reached over, turning the light on. Dim light poured into the room.

He was still buried inside of you, buried to the hilt. Still plugging up your pussy, keeping you warm.

“Are you going to stay for a while?”

Your voice was low.

“As long as you want me to, Angel,” James replied. He even kissed your forehead.

Your head was buried into his neck, smelling that spicy cologne that made him smell like him. Mixed in with sweat and sex.

That sounded good to you.

Really good.

Later that following week, at the Bolshoi Opera House, that afternoon…

“I slept with Yasha.”

Yelena spat out her drink. Water flew everywhere on your floor. Even Natalia couldn’t keep her cool in. She had nearly choked on her chai too, but, she had just raised an eyebrow at you, with an expression that read, oh wow.

“Hold on, hold on,” Yelena managed to say through gasps of air, “Let’s rewind— you slept with Yasha? Like, Yasha, Yasha? James?”

All she received in response was you sipping your tea like Baby Yoda sipping his soup from episode four from that one space opera Star Wars show.

Yelena gaped at you. Then, you leaned forward from where you were, on your couch, looking at Natalia.

Your glance turned into a full-on glare.

“You gave him my number? Come on, Natalia! You know he’s a frigging priest! A priest!” You hissed at her. Like the smug bitch she was, Natalia said nothing but she leaned back into your couch. Taking another dainty sip of her chai.

“I know he’s a priest. But you know— he’s just a man at the end of the day. And, he couldn’t shut up about you. It was Angel this, Angel that, did you hear her singing the Jewel aria—“ Natalia rolled her eyes in remembrance.

“He wouldn’t shut up about you,” Yelena hummed in agreement. “Talked about you a lot, Songbird. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this. He was like a lovesick puppy.”

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

All of a sudden, your phone beeped from where it was on the coffee table.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Who’s that?” Yelena asked. You saw the caller ID flashing on the screen.

Natalia smirked.

Yelena gasped.

You made a noise when Yelena snatched your phone from your coffee table with glee, swiping across the screen to answer the phone.

“Yasha!” Yelena greeted cheerfully.

“… Yelena?”

At the sound of James’s deep voice, your thighs clenched. Natalia and Yelena, the little devils that they were, noticed.

“… Oh my god Songbird, are you horny right now? You’re horny right now? What are we doing, a sex opera?” Natalia couldn’t help but tease you.

You spluttered.

“Shut up!” you squeaked.

Natalia and Yelena cackled.

“… Yelena,” James sighed, “If I wanted to call you, I would’ve called your own phone. Can you please give the phone over? I need to talk to her. It’s urgent.”

Most unhappily, Yelena grumbled something very unpleasant that her own mother wouldn’t have even liked, before handing the phone over to you. Balancing your phone in between your neck, you walked over to your door, unlocking the lock. Opening the door, you quietly slipped out into the empty hallway.

“… What’s wrong?”

“I saw your mother this past Sunday.”

Your blood ran cold.

You had nearly dropped your phone on the floor.

“D-Did you say anything to her?” you stammered out.

“No.”

James himself was in his office, the door closed. Allowing him privacy. He knew Makkari was at the front desk, working. He was dressed in a black button-down shirt with his cassock over it, as he tapped his dress shoes on the floor rhythmically.

“She did come into the confessional for a session. She talked about you.”

You pursed your lips.

“Wow… I wonder what nice things she said about me,” your sarcasm didn’t fly past James.

“She did mention the previous priest…” you heard James let out a sigh of frustration.

Your mood continued to worsen.

“And he was such a ball of sunshine.” your sassy side was really coming out to play today.

James couldn’t help himself.

He let out a loud snort that made you giggle like you were some type of schoolgirl.

Right in the middle of the hallway.

God, what had your life come to?

You were getting soft. You were getting really soft.

“She didn’t aggravate you, did she?” You wondered.

“No. No, she didn’t. She might have annoyed me a little bit, but she didn’t aggravate me.”

Well… that was… good. You supposed.

“Would you like to swing by, tonight? I think Cassie’s going to be at her singing rehearsals tonight.”

At the thought of Cassie, your heart warmed.

And, you could at least see James.

“I’d love to, Father.”

Later that night, at the Russian Greek Catholic Church, with Alpine…

Alpine was trotting her way down the aisle.

All the while the Youth Group was singing through “Jingle Bells.”

Her cat collar clink clinked against her furry chest as she made her way up to the front of the chapel, to where Cassie Lang was sitting.

Waiting for you.

Scott and Hope were pulling late shifts at work, and her grandparents Janet and Hank were on Christmas vacation in Greece.

So the only person who could pick her up was you. Kurt was also working late, and so was your half-sister, Sharon.

Although, as you walked into the church, you pushed through the two huge double doors, walking inside. You brushed off any excess snow that had gotten on your coat.

Alpine meowed, hearing the double doors open. She turned around, which caught Cassie’s attention. She got up from the pews, following the white feline to the big double doors that separated the chapel from the foyer of the church.

However, James had beat her to you first. He had been walking from Makkari’s office, and he caught sight of you.

When he saw you, dressed in your comfortable clothing, he wanted nothing more than to throw you over his shoulder to find a secret place to yank your jeans off, pull your panties to the side, and pound you against the wall.

How desperately he wanted to do that.

If James could express how desperate he wanted to feel you, to touch you, then he would have.

But, he was in his church.

In a Holy Place.

He couldn’t touch you.

Not like how he wanted to.

“Good evening, Father James.” You greeted him kindly. You saw him dressed in his vestments, and you couldn’t help but feel your cunt throb in need.

Oh.

He looked good. Too good.

Good lord, if you weren’t in a church, or if it was just the two of you, you have jumped his bones right then and there.

James was like a magnet, pulling you closer and closer to him.

“How have you been, little one?” James needed to be polite. He needed to pretend like he didn’t just fuck you in a hotel room. He needed to pretend like he didn’t just kiss you, know how you tasted. How easy it was to get lost in you, in your kisses. In your pussy. He needed to pretend like you weren’t an addiction he couldn’t quite kick.

“Good, Father James. Our run is ending soon. I think I heard Alexei and Aleksandr talking about doing Carmen this year for the spring,” you remarked. Jame raised an eyebrow. “Carmen?” he sounded interested. “Are you going to be auditioning for Carmen, then?” he inquired.

“Maybe. Possibly. We’ll see.” Your lips curved into a smirk.

It was just then, that Cassie and Alpine burst through the doors.

“Auntie!” Cassie cried. Your hand fell into hers. She had gotten her heavy jacket on, with her thick boots. Alpine’s tail swished, seeing a familiar face.

“Are you ready to go home?” you asked her.

James’s heart fell.

Home? You were going home already?

“Uh-huh!” Cassie nodded enthusiastically. “But can I say bye to my friends first? Really quick?” she asked innocently. “Of course, baby. Take your time.”

Cassie gleefully bounced back inside the chapel. Alpine followed her.

James brought you close to him. If anyone was just plainly looking, he might’ve looked like he was just simply hugging you.

But the two of you knew better.

James was shamelessly grinding his half-hard cock against your clothed cunt, and you were swallowing down your moans as he shamelessly dry humped you in public.

Lips pressed against the shell of your ear, “Come by tonight. I’ll leave the back door open for you. Bring Star, if you’d like.”

You resisted the urge to shudder.

“Okay.”

By the time Cassie came back, the two of you had separated from your embrace. Cassie petted Alpine’s head as she meowed cutely. James walked the two of you to the door, bidding Cassie a quiet goodnight as she slipped through the double doors to the chilly Russian weather outside.

“Goodnight, Father.” You smiled at him.

James smirked back at you. It made your body heat spike up.

“Goodnight, little one. Get home safe.”

You turned around, pushing the door open and you stepped out. Cassie beamed at you.

“Ready to go home?” you asked her.

“Yeah! Can we have hot choccy?” Cassie was feeling thirsty. And she wanted to eat some whipped cream too.

“Whatever you want, Cas. Whatever you want. I’m in your service tonight.”

Cassie continued to beam.

You though, you were excited.

You couldn’t wait to pick up Star and to go see James tonight.

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