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Icarus Falling Far.
(Part 3)
Pairing: mob!bucky x tattoo artist!female!reader
Summary: it’s the day after giving the dangerous mobster his first tattoo, and he hasn’t contacted you yet. What a dick.
Warnings: cursing, crime, mentions of guns, stalking/harassment (brief), think that’s it.
Word count: 3.6k ish
A/N: i had no plan to make this story into a mini-series, so if this seems a little unplanned… it is. Anyway, hope you like it my loves 😘
(This is not beta’s so any mistakes are my own)
Part 2 ⬇️:
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Bold is readers thoughts
Italics is Bucky's thoughts
This starts in Bucky’s POV.
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His home office was always the place he went to feel at peace. Ironic really, considering the dealings done within the room. The walls had seen him order his men to assassinate his rivals, to eliminate anybody that got in their way. The desk had felt the tip of the pen write extortionate contracts, sent silently to some of the cities most powerful people, the non-explicit threat sent with photos of their family’s, to reminds them what they were risking if they refused to comply. The window that felt the full strength of his prosthetic too many times to count. The hole in the floor after one of his employees managed to literally shoot himself in the foot. {guess who}
But his peace was teetering on a cliffs edge. His hands were woven into his hair, pulling to try and alleviate the headache forming. Elbows resting on his desk as his eyes stayed staring at one specific groove in the wood.
A knock at the door broke his trance and he sighed. It was a rule in the Compound that if the boss was in his office and the door was closed, you do not interrupt or enter unless there was an emergency. Only one man was brave enough to completely disregard Bucky’s rule, which had led to some… interesting situations when Bucky had girls in there with him.
“Come in,” he called, knowing the longer he waited to respond, the louder and more incessant the knocking would become.
The door opened and there was Bucky’s very own personal dumbass: Steve Rogers. The man had been a part of Bucky’s life since as long as he could remember, if-fact some of his earliest memories were with Steve; young boys playing cops and robbers together, attempting to protect Steve when he picked a fight he had no business being in- which had led to Bucky getting his ass beat as well, and scheming together about how to make sure that Simon Justin never played baseball again after pulling his sisters hair on the playground.
“Fuck me Buck, I’m not sure if today could have been anymore fucked,” Steve stated as he collapsed on to the couch, flinging his legs over one arm and resting his head in the other.
Today was a stressful fucking day.
It was the day that Bucky was making all necessary moves. Why all the problems had to pop up now, he wasn’t sure. And the kicker to this awful day? He had no time to talk to you, the girl he could not get out of his head, no matter how hard he tried. You’d managed to flood his mind, memories of the kiss you shared playing over and over again.
“Did you close the door?” Bucky asked, not moving an inch.
“Yeah.”
“Good because I do not need anyone else talking to me right now,” Bucky said, his voice low and quiet, an air of danger ever-present in his tone.
“C’mon Buck, y’know you love them,” Steve responds with a dopey little smirk on his face, and he tilts his head to make eye contact with the man he calls his brother.
I hate that fuckin smile.
He softly hums his agreement and returns to inspecting the groove on his desk.
“We just gotta talk it out, figure out what the fuck is going on, then plan our next moves accordingly,” Steve says, swinging his legs back to the floor, hands clasped together, his arms leaning on his knees.
“Yeah thanks man, I didn’t think about figuring everything out, maybe I’ll give that a go now” Bucky retorts with weak sarcasm, mind too busy, replaying the events of the day.
“I can leave you alone to get lost in your head, or we can figure this shit out together. It’s your call jerk.” Steve says, tilting his head down to catch Bucky’s eye.
“Alright.”
“Stop pulling your hair jackass.” He adds.
I hate it when you do that.
Bucky drops his hands to the desk and says, “Ok let’s start this debrief with Walker.”
“Nat’s got his ass tied up in the basement for ya, he’s ready when you are.”
“Anybody looking for him?”
“One frustratingly loyal friend, but he has no idea that Johnny-boy is with us. The rest of his little fan club have no idea he’s even missing.”
“Ok, one problem down. Rumlow?” It’s the question he doesn’t want the answer to. He’d much rather spend his time thinking about you. His history with Brock Rumlow was bloody and painful, for both of them. There was only one person from his past that Bucky hadn’t dealt with, and here he was, coming back to ruin the name Bucky had made for himself.
Rumlow knew things about Bucky’s past that made him a a high security threat, but after he failed to blow himself up in an attempt to kill Bucky, he had disappeared. Bucky thought it was finally over, but the asshole popped back up about a year ago, with more power than before, making himself seemingly untouchable by Bucky’s hand.
“Currently moving like he has been, not causing too much trouble for us, though his crew are getting closer and closer to our dealings at the port.” Steve said, a slight look of digits on his face.
“Put extra hands down there for the next couple weeks, see if we can’t scare them off a little.”
“Yes boss. I’ll let them know after this.”
“The commissioner’s dealt with?” Buck asks, remembering the deviation the man had decided to make.
“Yep, send him that gift basket. He called Sam this morning and agreed to our terms.”
“Good. How’s Barton?” He asks, moving into what they class as ‘personal business’.
“Pissed, man. He wants blood for what happened, we all do.” Steve answers, the memory of seeing Clint covered in blood and bruised made his blood simmer.
“We sure it wasn’t Rumlows’ lot, or fuck even Walker?
“Walkers’ fanclub do not have the brain cells, the power, or the information to organise an attack like that, and Parker tracked Rumlow and his men, all are accounted for and have alibis. This is someone new.”
Oh for fuck’s sake. Isn’t two power hungry assholes enough.
“We haven’t found anything? No security cameras, no cell tower pings?” Bucky asks, leaning back in his chair, resting his head on the back.
“Actually, I sent Scott there this morning to check out if there was anything left there and he found something.” Steve responds, some apprehension creeping into his voice.
That got Bucky’s attention. His head snapped back up and locked eyes with Steve who now stood in-front of his desk, pacing back and forth slightly.
“Care to share with the class Rogers?” His voice was hard now, his extreme dislike of not knowing all the information shining through.
Steve exhales sharply, biting his tongue to not retort and piss Bucky off more.
“He found a package tucked behind a dumpster addressed to ‘Bucky Barnes’ that had a memory stick-“
“Like a USB?” Bucky interrupted.
“- Yeah a USB-“ he gets cut off again.
“Then just say USB, calling it a ‘memory stick’ makes you sound 100 years old.”
“-oh dear god, you gonna let me finish?” Steve responds.
Bucky waved his hand at him, a sign for him to continue.
“Scott found a package addressed to you with a USB inside, we gave it to Stark ‘cos Parker was busy tracking down Rumlows crew, and he checked it out and told us it was completely normal, no virus or anything bad in it.”
“Was there anything on it?” Bucky asks, his brow furrowed.
“It..uh..has two pictures on it.” Steve said lowly.
“…of?”
“It’s probably better if I just show you.” Steve said, his tone of voice made Bucky a little nervous.
Steve took out his phone, tapped a couple of time before turning it around to give to Bucky. As soon as the latter had ahold of the phone, Steve took a full step back, which caused Bucky to raise his eyebrows in question.
“Just look.” He says in response to Bucky’s unasked question.
He looked down at the screen and almost immediately removed his left hand as to not break the phone.
Fuck. Shit.
The first picture was of the night he met you. It was taken through the window for you apartment, and clearly showed both you and Bucky, stood side by side, looking through your flash book.
“What the fuck is this?” He pushes out through gritted teeth.
“I assuming that’s the tattoo artist you told me about, the one you got a thing for?” Steve says.
The one I’m obsessed with.
When Bucky gives him a sharp nod, Steve just drops his head, suddenly fascinated with his shoes.
“Shit.” He says under his breath.
“What?” Bucky’s voice was louder now.
“Look at the next picture.” Steve says while avoiding eye contact.
Bucky looks down, his finger swiping to the next picture before he can think about it.
No. No no fuck. Not her.
The next photo was taken from inside the apartment. Inside your bedroom. It’s of you. Asleep. Completely unaware of the danger stood at the foot of your bed.
Bucky couldn’t look away, he was frozen staring at the picture. Your shorts and oversized tee had both ridden up slightly, showing how truly vulnerable you are. The clock on your table showed the time as 3:54 and showed the date.
“…this was taken this morning.”
“..yeah.”
fuck.
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Fuck Bucky Barnes.
The bastard hadn’t contacted you since the shop.
Bitch ass told me to keep my phone on so I wouldn’t miss his message, kept me glued to my phone like a weirdo waiting for him to call… and he didn’t. Dick.
Despite the annoyance at the very very attractive mobster, you couldn’t help wonder how he was, what he was doing, if he was thinking about you too.
You’re overthinking about Bucky was interrupted by a knock at your door.
“One sec!” You shout to whoever’s there, getting up and walking to the door. The second you undo the lock, the door is being pushed into your face with a chorus of greetings.
“Come in I guess,” you say to the three who just walked in.
“Well thanks darlin, you got food?” Billy responds, already making his way to the fridge.
“Don’t fucking eat my pizza Bill, I swear I’ll kill you,” you answer, giving both Frank and Curtis a hug, letting the door close behind them.
He laughs off your threat as the others take a seat on your couch.
“Not that I don’t love you guys, but why the fuck are you here?” You ask, moving back to the arm chair in the corner and taking a seat, your phone pinging in the back ground.
“What, we can’t pop in on you whenever we want?” Frank says, leaning back in the arm of the couch, moving to put his feet in the coffee table.
“Frankie if you put your feet on my table, I’m gonna beat you with a spoon.” You call at him.
He freezes and slowly lowers his feet back to the floor.
“We just wanted to come see how you were…Frank told us about Barnes.” Curtis says, cutting into the conversation and completely dampening the mood.
God-fucking-dammit Frank.
Oh fuck do I tell them that he’s not an issue and I actually quite like him.
“Yeah are you ok sweetheart?” Billy asks and he collapses on the couch in the middle of the other boys.
“I’m fine guys, I swear, like I told Frank he’s actually not bad,” you answer, shifting uncomfortable lay in your seat due to the indecision of how much to tell them, “He was nice, polite and kind of…charming, I guess-”
“Is that why you kissed him?” Frank interrupts.
Shit, how does he know?
“-what?”
“You kissed him. Or rather he kissed you but you seemed to enjoy it.” Billy says with an annoying smirk on his face.
“How do you know that?” You ask, shock still written all over your face.
“..the security cameras, kid. You forget about those?”
Ahh fuck.
“Ahh fuck,” you say out loud.
“What the hell are you doing making out with a mobster, Y/N?” Curtis responds, looking at you with those eyes of his that show he’s not judging, just trying to understand.
“I..uh..I wasn’t-really-thinking.” You put you hands on your head, even though Curtis wasn’t judging you, the other two definitely were.
“Obviously you weren’t, he’s a goddam mobster Y/N-” Billy starts, anger in his voice, but you cut him off.
“I know that Bill, ok, I do,” you say, shifting to place your feet on the floor, “but he’s not the animal you think he is, he’s kind and considerate and he makes me feel…” happy. you cut off before the last word, wanting to keep that realisation to yourself for a little longer.
“Plus you bastards can’t be judging me for meeting the guy twice, only yourselves and the devil knows what fucked shit you three have been up to.” You almost shout.
“The fuck does that mean?” Frank answers.
“C’mon Frank I’m not stupid, you three have some shady shit in your pasts. I mean you were goddam military for fucks sake, and don’t think I don’t see the fake payments on the books at the shop-“
“Stop Y/N.” Billy cuts you off. “Stop it now.” He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, eyes never leaving yours.
You were about to respond to his demand, when a knock sounded at the door.
“Told you to keep you phone on.” A dark voice calls through the door.
Oh shit. No no no not now please not now.
“Who the fuck is that?” Frank asks, suddenly sitting up straight, eyes pinned on the door. Both Billy and Curtis stand, facing the door as if waiting for it to bust off it’s hinges.
“Please all of you, shut the fuck up and don’t do anything dumb,” you answer, moving towards the door.
“Is that him?” Curtis asks.
“Didn’t I just say shut the fuck up,” you retort a little snappier, opening the door slightly.
He cut his hair, it’s looks good on him.
Bucky lowers his arm from his thwarted attempt at a second knock and says, “Is your phone broken or are you ignoring me?” The smirk on his face made your heart beat a little faster.
“Neither, I just missed your text because I have some friends over right now,” you say.
“Is that why you’re not opening the door properly? I can barley see you,” he says with a grin.
“…kinda? Ok wait..” you exit your apartment, pulling the door closed fully behind you, “long story short, they know about the k.. uh about what happened at the shop, and they know who you are and they are not happy about it.”
His eyes darken and his smirk grows wider at the almost mention of the kiss. He shifts until he’s leaning his shoulder on the wall by your door.
“Oh yeah? Doesn’t really matter what they think though, does it doll? Both you and I know how much you enjoyed it.” He says, mouth forming a cheeky grin.
Oh my god.
“Me? You’re the one who started it Bucky, seemed you enjoyed it more,” you respond, having no idea where the confidence came from.
He hums at your statement and says “Well I can admit that I did enjoy our kiss sweetheart, but I may need a little reminder of how it went, it’s been a long day you see.”
“Bucky-” you’re cut of by him stepping closer until your chests are barley touching, the new position making you tilt your head back to see him better.
“What darlin? You ok with this?” He asks slowly, tilting his head to the side slightly, looking into your eyes for any sign of discomfort.
Why does he have to be so sweet.
You nod in answer to his question and he smiles. Not the terrifying grin or the cheeky smirk, but a genuine smile - one that makes him even more beautiful. Bucky raises his right arm, dragging his thumb over your lips and cupping your cheek while you stare up at him, his other hand sneaks around your back, pulling you flush to him.
“You have no idea what to do to me, do ya?” He mumbles, probably not intending for you to respond as he’s closing the gap between you. The kiss is harsh and a little messy, shocking you slightly with his apparent desperation, hands holding you tightly. He takes advantage of your shock, tracing your lips with his tongue and pushing past to deepen the kiss.
His hand drops from you face to your waist, gripping so tightly, you’re sure he’ll have left a bruise. That thought got you’re heart pumping faster, the idea that an imprint of his hands, his fingers would be left on your skin. It felt right. Bucky pushes you until your back hits the wall, hips fitting against yours almost perfectly, one leg sneaking between yours as you let a light whimper escape.
You break the kiss to get some air, leaning your forehead against his, both of you catching your breath.
“Bucky, I mis-”, you didn’t get to finish the sentence before your door opens and you’re suddenly faced with three pissed off ex-marines.
-(Bucky’s P.O.V)
Bucky immediately steps back, releasing you, and straightens his posture. He looks at the men, quietly analysing them. He can tell that they either are or were military, and definitely care immensely about you, probably to the point of beating the crap out of anyone that hurt you.
The one in the middle is a frightening creature , he thinks, but the wedding band means he has something to loose, he should be less quick to anger, in theory.
The one on the right with the short buzz cut and the tense muscles reminds him of Clint, he’s ready to fight at the drop of a hat, and by the look on his face, I’m gonna be his next target.
The man on the left intrigued Bucky the most. His face is blank, showing nothing. He’s favouring one of his legs, and the other shows a bulky piece of metal at the bottom. Wonder if that’s an old military injury.
“Guys, what are you doing?” You ask, apprehension in your voice. Bucky wonders if you’re scared for them or for him.
“Oh we are gonna head out, let you have some time to really think about what we talked about.” The man in the middle says, putting emphasis on the word really.
“Frank please-”
“No it’s ok sweetheart,” Bucky bristles at the pet name the Clint wannabe says, “we’ll see you later.”
“Billy-”
“Shit, I left my phone on your table, could you get it for me?” The other says to you, cutting off your words, smiling at you to calm the stressed look on your face.
“Of course Cutis, one sec,” you respond, Turing to Bucky at the end of your sentence with a look at says please don’t make this worse.
You pass by the men and let the door fall closed behind you.
The silence is tense as the men all stare at each-other.
“So…how’s your man doing? Y’know the one that got jumped,” Billy says, smirking at Bucky.
“How do you know that?” Bucky asks as his muscles tense.
“…Y/N told us, obviously,” Billy says.
The pause was intentional, she didn’t tell them that.
“He’s fine, thanks.” Bucky responds shortly, all to aware of the lie he was just told.
The door opens just before Billy can respond, all four men going silent again.
“Here it is Curtis, guess I’ll see you guys later then,” you say, before hugging each man.
The three shoulder past Bucky as if he was just a man on the street, no care in the world that he could have them killed for that disrespect. But he lets this one slide, for her, as they’re her friends.
“Did you tell them about Clint?” He knows it was a lie but he needs to make sure his cynical brain isn’t marking it up.
“No? Why?” You answer, unaware of the turmoil occurring in Bucky’s head.
Then how the fuck do they know.
“Give me one minute doll, I forgot something at the car,” he says, “go on inside I’ll be back soon.”
“Uh.. okay.” You answer, walking back into the apartment.
He watches the door and as soon as it closes he is moving back down the stairs, hoping to catch and ask the men how they knew about Clint. Bucky normally has an reasonable explanation for everything, but this time he was stumped. He catches them outside the front door to the building, the three of them stood leaning against their car, watching the door, waiting for him to come out.
“How do you know?” He repeats his question from before, voice lower and more dangerous now.
“Y’know…that bastard has a solid right hook.” Billy says. The sentence sends red hot anger through Bucky’s blood.
It was them. But that means…
“Did you get our package?” The big one in the middle asks, Frank, she called him.
Fuck. The anger that has been burning in his veins since the second he saw those photos of you pours out of him and he immediately pulls a gun on Frank.
“Hey now that’s not smart, is it?” Curtis asks in a placating tone.
“Don’t forget about our girl up there. What’s she gonna think if you shoot me for no reason?” Frank says, unflinching staring down the barrel of Bucky’s gun.
Fuck. Fuck. These bastard are the ones threatening everything, they jumped Clint and are using you to get to him. They’re your friends and you? You have absolutely no idea.
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Yo this took so long to do!! Hope you like my lil twisty turn at the end there 😈.
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Steve Rogers x Fashion Designer!Reader
Part Two: Strain Curve (see previous or series)
IMPORTANT: I forgot to mention and link that this started with an anon ask, so I should give them credit for the idea. Here's where this all started! Additionally, Richard Fisk is an actual Marvel character and the son of Kingpin. All that is straight out of the comics (and animated shows), down to the horrible color choices.
Summary: Steve shelters you from Fisk while attempting to hide the truth from Tony. He's not a great liar...but how much of this is really fake?
Warnings for fluffy fluff of the 21st-fluffery with a teeny bit of angst, 100% idiots in love! Also a quick disclaimer about me knowing exactly diddlysquat about fashion design. I binged 'Next In Fashion' and so this is the best I got lol... WC 4066
You watch Steve blush at your attempted smile. He paws at the back of his head before gathering another confession.
“Actually, I do have—I mean, yes, I wanted to see you, but uh—“ he rushes over to fetch a paper bag he must have stashed as he snuck in behind the cops “—I did have a reason to come.”
In the bag, you find three shirts, and your smile turns more genuine.
“Of course, you did. How romantic.”
You’re still awash with adrenaline; there’s no filter to keep your teasing at bay. You can barely pick up that you said anything anyway.
Steve shrugs, looking down to take back the shirts as Abby returns with a glass of water for you. “Not my best move.”
You chug the water, loudly, unable to regulate how desperately you need it. Abby gently pries Steve’s shirts from his tense arms.
“Right.” Steve rolls his shoulders out, straightening and clearly falling into Captain mode. “We need to get you somewhere safe. I just have to make a few calls and—“
“Don’t tell Stark,” you blurt, hand instinctively grabbing the wrist that holds his phone ready. “I’m sorry. That sounded like an order, just…please don’t tell Mr. Stark.” Tony can’t know that Fisk has been using you as a tailor as well. He can’t.
Alarm and curiosity flicker behind Steve’s blue eyes, but he hides it well immediately. “Ok. I’ll—” he makes no move to take his arm back “—think of something.”
“And I have three clients left…for the day.”
Abby tsks you from behind though it’s the truth. The empty glass rattles on the tabletop with your faint tremor.
Steve thinks for a prolonged, squinting moment. “After work then. I’ll pick you up.”
You run off adrenaline and butterflies the rest of the day, and yes, whatever liquids or snacks Abby and Dominica (when she returns from her errand) put into your hand along the way, but mostly it’s the fluttering anticipation of Steve that floats you through.
And then he’s back and it’s already dark outside.
“Oh shit,” you burst, politely showing Mr. Chen out while Steve waits his turn to get in the door. He says nothing, but Captain America lowers his head in disapproval at your curse. “I’m sorry. I lost track of time. Let me grab some things.”
You race up the stairs to the apartment over the shop. Your clientele and brand used to be small enough that you could keep those two sides of life separate, but slowly, your work has crept into your living space. Now you survive from a dresser, a hanging rack, and a Murphy bed that doubles as a small desk when it’s upright against the wall.
Not much of an existence, but it’s very practical.
You’re shuffling around with an overnight bag and a dump tote to grab mostly work things and two changes of clothes. One of your assistants can bring you more stuff if/when necessary, but it feels presumptive to think you’ll live out of a safe house for long.
“So…working to live or living to work?”
You jump at Steve’s deep voice from the open doorway. He looks around at the hodgepodge of work benches and mannequins lining the walls.
“It’s a fluid and evolving situation,” you admit, sweeping several binders of fabric swatches and sketch pads into the tote. You eye a work-in-progress on one of the dummies and decide against trying to take it. Too bulky.
In order not to keep Steve waiting, you hand over the tote and head to the car, texting Abby and Dominica instructions the whole drive. Steve assures you that you’ll still have wifi and freedom to communicate, so you don’t have to clear fittings and consults off the books. It simply won’t be wise to invite welcome clients into where you’re staying.
Admittedly, that’s very generous considering you could have been looking at a blackout, witness-protection level of hiding.
You’re still on your phone when Steve opens your car door, and you shuffle with your duffel, his feet at the edge of your periphery to follow. It doesn’t register that you walk down a long hall. It doesn’t register that there’s an elevator ride and another voice. It doesn’t register that you’re looking at a kind of hostel-esque apartment inside another building until you ask if there’s a space you’ll be able to spread out for work.
Steve glows with pride that he thought of that and walks you to a conference room…surrounded by glass…overlooking a 30-story high view of the city.
You’re in the Avengers Tower, formerly Stark Tower.
“Wait, he’s not supposed to know.”
Steve gets your confusion right away. “Tony doesn’t, but without filing paperwork stating the reason you need a safe house, this was the best—“
“Sheers!” the booming voice of one Tony Stark reverberates across 360 degrees of windows. “I thought it might be you.”
“Might be me for what?” you ask as innocently as possible.
“As Capsicles’ first, of course.”
Steve hangs his head while his pal claps him on the back.
“First use of his guest pass that is. Granted, I’ve been saying for years we need an in-house tailor, but no takers…” Stark fake-punches Steve’s shoulder. “Way to break the ice, buddy. I’m proud of you. What happened? You noticed you’re both workaholics and needed your girl…closer to get closer, did you? Good call.”
Steve shoots wary eyes your way, silently praying you ignore that remark or maybe checking you’re okay with the implication. The way Stark says ‘your girl’ as if he’s heard it several times before though…
“Something like that,” you shrug.
“At least he finally asked you. I kept telling him to shit or get off the pot.”
“Language,” you hiss quietly.
The men look a little shocked for a split second before slowly turning to each other, a silent conversation passed in the empty space over your head. Whatever just happened seems to have really convinced Tony because a wry smile flickers beneath his sinking, pale sunglasses. Yes, of course, Tony Stark is wearing sunglasses at night, just as, of course, Captain America is willingly deceiving Stark to be your fake boyfriend.
“Romeo,” the building’s namesake coos. “Training them young, I see.”
Steve’s jaw and neck tighten, a raging flush creeping up his pale skin, but he doesn’t argue. Stark buys the ploy, which is great, but in reality, Steve doesn’t even have your personal number.
Tony lifts his hands in surrender and starts retreating to the door. “Look, I hate to take credit—“
“No, you don’t.”
Incredulous, sagging eyebrows dip below his frames. “—but I am very, very good.” He points a finger back and forth between you and Steve. “You’re welcome.”
He tries to peek under a pile of sketches atop your work tote, and you rush to slap your hand down. Stark might see the other designs you’re working on, and just like he can’t know about Fisk, he can’t know about those.
“Fine.” Tony puts his hands up again. “I’m going.”
Steve steps to your side, apology loud in his eyes, and asks if he can make you tea or something stronger, ya know, because Tony has that effect on people.
“Yeah—“ you stare off toward the elevators where Stark remains lurking “—he’s still there,” you whisper.
Steve huffs a laugh and shifts to bridge the mere inches left between you, his hand gently landing on your upper arm and planting a kiss on your forehead like a breeze.
“Better make it look good then.”
Turns out you need tea and food.
You’d been so reliant on your assistants for nourishment that you forgot dinner. Steve sees; he has it covered. Instead of winding down after a trying day, however, you get a rush of energy, and you can’t squander the chance to make crucial adjustments. Every minute counts in the lead-up to Fashion Week.
“May I join you?” Steve asks, ready to walk away with his meal in hand should you prefer. “I won’t take up much space.” He looks down at his shoes and up the two inches above his head to the top of the doorframe. “Ok, much more space,” he corrects.
“You wanted to leave me alone?”
He bites back a smile and shakes his head, settling into the least cluttered corner.
He chats excitedly as you both eat, but after failing to pry some answers about Fisk from you,—‘are you often threatened by clients?’ and ‘can you steer him in another designer’s direction?’—Steve slips away to grab his own art supplies.
You’ve barely looked up until you get a surge of inspiration and search for your colored pencils under the pile of templates. How did they get all the way over there? Since when are red and grey so worn down? Weren’t you needing to replace both blues soon?
“Those in your way? I can move them?”
Steve stops sketching, holding a yellow pencil, the only color missing from the tin. That’s when you realize. He uses the same brand of pencils you do—tools made of quality materials but nothing overly fancy.
“No need,” you marvel. “I just mistook them for my own.”
Steve sweeps a large hand out in offering. “Mistake away.”
You can’t help it. You chew your lip to calm your grin. He’s simply a very giving man who enjoys simple things. It’s refreshing.
“Or we could trade? We seem to use the opposite colors the most.”
“Right,” Steve laughs, “I went on a tear trying for Sam’s suit in-flight. Never turned out.” Shaking his head dislodges a lock of hair, so he runs his fingers through the strategic coif.
“Hmm,” you hum absently, engrossed by his picturesque appearance, “my drawings are more like guidelines for my imagination. No need to be precise.”
“A sentiment I’ve heard many times before.” He slides the tin closer to the midway point between you. “I just want to do beauty justice, which sounds pretentious but…
“Point is—“ Steve lifts his gaze to you with a soft shrug “—use whatever you like.”
You thought your work habits were grueling, but poor Steve flits around at all hours of the day and night with workouts, training, meetings, and missions. He mostly gets to do drive-by waves of ‘hello’ as he travels the building past your glass bubble, always with a smile, always with a tinge of something else. He’s an easy man to read: you can tell when he’s fatigued (in spirit though, not body), you can tell when he’s irritated from stress, and you can tell when he wants to linger but has to go.
It’s incredibly cute. Steve Rogers is just so damn cute.
You continue with business as usual as best you can, video calling during consults and the most critical fittings. Clients aren’t exactly happy with your absence, but they don’t dare complain when the alternative is waiting another month for you to schedule in person. Besides, there are oftentimes you step away from routine appointments to focus on creating new lines.
Dominica is allowed to walk right in with any of your requested supplies since she’s delivered to Stark several times before. She stays for a few hours to touch base. She assures you that Tarik is no longer unnerved by the police car that sits at the curb outside the atélier’s front door. Apparently, Abby takes the cops coffee a couple times a day.
All in all, it’s going well.
One day, you think Steve is showing up for one of your ‘sketch sessions’—where he sits in his own chair somewhere around the huge oval table and quietly works alongside you—but not today.
“They…it’s…” Steve plants his feet on the carpet across from you and looks behind him nervously. Anytime other people are near the room, he walks right over to you to kiss your cheek, a show to keep up the appearance of actually being a couple, but it’s late enough that no one is around. “We do movie night—we’re doing movie ni—we’re watching a movie if you’d like to join?”
You’re tempted to tease him, ask ‘where’s my kiss’ or something that makes that fiery blush creep up Steve’s face, but you grin back. “Sure. I could use the break.”
Honestly, no, you should be hammering out some details for the lapels of this blazer, but ehh, you’re also tired of staring at the same damn jacket.
Of course, this means the lot of them save you and Steve seats beside each other on a couch. You two have only ever sat in chairs in front of or separated by a table, so figuring out how to curl up next to the man you are not dating is an adventure in micro-expressions. You share a look that lasts about two seconds but contains a forty-five-minute discussion of how far is okay to take this and agree that you want to keep up the charade.
Thus, Steve lifts his arm to drape across your shoulders, and you lean into his chest.
It’s a good fit, good enough that you wake up two hours later not knowing what the movie was about and starting to sweat from being so close to his very warm body.
Maybe it’s the eye convo or maybe napping directly on him tells Steve how comfortable you are with him, but either way, he changes to giving a kiss on the cheek or forehead every instance he sees you, no exceptions.
After a week of remaining on the same floor of the same skyscraper and doing nothing but working, sleeping, and movie-sleeping, you’re at your wit’s end, longingly staring out the window at the city below.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Steve asks as he enters the conference room. Forehead kiss this time. His lips feel soft and warm as they ghost over your skin.
“Stuck,” you mutter.
His hand smooths across your back. “Well, how do you normally get unstuck?”
“I go for a walk through the park.” You know you can’t go outside, but it’s difficult to wrangle every bit of bitterness at your captivity. You appreciate all Steve is doing to make it so Fisk can’t get to you, but you need fresh air.
Steve sighs like he’s mad at himself before spinning around the room. “Right.” He grabs your hand. “Come with me.”
In the elevator, Steve explains that in keeping with the eco-friendly intent of the new clean energy tower, Tony made half of the rooftop a greenhouse and the other half a garden. The walking paths are all moss-covered, but there are no benches. Just outside the elevator doors are folding chairs, and Steve grabs two.
On separate chairs with no table in sight, you two watch the sunset on the other side of the building from your work room. You take in a big breath of the chilly air and shiver, completely content to experience freedom away from climate control, but Steve rushes back into the greenhouse to retrieve a blanket from the stack beside the chairs.
“Here ya go,” he stumbles, leaning to tuck the fabric around you. “I should have brought us tea or something,” but when he makes to leave this time, you take his hand.
“You’ll miss it.” He’s probably seen the view from here a million times before, but you don’t want him to go. “Stay,” you say in a whisper.
Steve visibly softens, shoulders dropping, eyes alight. “Yeah?” He sits again and looks at the nearly cloudless sky. “Yeah.” He slouches to get comfy in the small and unsupportive chair, but he looks so at home bathed in the warm pink light. “Each time’s a bit different but—“ he turns to you, smiling “—this one’s better.”
Since the sunset sit-down, Steve makes a point to pry you away from the work area when he has time to hang out with you. The couch isn’t actually far away from the conference room, but it does mean you get to sit together, your feet in his lap while he reads a book, listening to his commentary on the author’s points or sketching aimlessly for fun.
The whole thing feels like a bizarre vacation, some alternate reality where your home life intersects with superheroes. Tony Stark may have been a sometimes-client, but he never let you attempt anything more custom than a three-piece suit.
You’re not complaining; it’s just weird that Captain America is so average when his uniform comes off. He sinks his face into his palm when he’s sleepy. His yawn is outrageously adorable for how big the man is. He absently holds your ankles steady in his lap when he shifts on the cushions. His eyelids droop, and he repeats paragraphs when he can no longer keep his place on the page.
Steve Rogers could not be more normal, and for this reason, you find him extraordinary.
He gets dressed every morning while you’re there, no sweatpants, no workout wear—or, what did Sam call it? Athleisure? That’s not a word, right?—except for when Steve is actively working out. He thinks it’s too on-the-nose to wear your designs in front of you for days on end, but that limits his options significantly, considering how much of his wardrobe sports a Tovarich label. Good jeans and a black sweater will have to do because today he’s playing model.
It seems the mannequin Dominica hauled in for you isn’t close to the right proportions for your client so Steve volunteered, rewarded immediately with a gorgeous, toothy smile that made his heart thump against his ribcage.
Steve’s chatty but can’t help it.
There was one conversation a few days ago that unlocked so many memories he thought he’d lost.
While he peeked at a few of your sketches, you asked him about clothing in the 40s, and he took your notepad to doodle a bit. Steve drew a common dress from memory to show you girls he grew up with, the pleats and cinches in their exact spots because—now that he has your full and rapt attention—he thinks it’s important.
He’s had to recall maps, battle maneuvers, building layouts, and evil plans more times than he can count; no one’s ever asked him how his mother styled her hair or which shoes she wore to work at the hospital.
They’re just shoes, but Steve sat misty-eyed describing how Ma tied her laces a very specific way, the way she taught him to, the way he still ties them to this very day. He hadn’t thought of why in so long, and ever since, little details keep flooding back.
“Buck used to never tuck in his shirts,” Steve laughs as you nudge his arms higher to check his range of motion in the shoulders. “He’d fix the front half and leave a tail out in the back.”
You chuckle at that. “Unacceptable for proper ol’ Stevie,” you muse.
“No, it was not—“ he drops his head in shame “—and I’d remind him every time.” Steve spins, prompted by the pull of your hands at his waist. His face is on fire, but he promised to help you. He just has to ’suffer’ through your touch, he supposes.
How horrible…
“Sharp dresser, were you? Not a hair out of place?”
“Yes, ma’am, or…at least for my size I was.”
You’re deep in thought, pulling the bottom hem to check how it lays at his hips, checking the lining before buttoning him up. “These might be too flashy,” you mumble. “Gosh, I hope he likes this color.”
“Why not? It’s stunning,” Steve jumps too eagerly at the chance to praise the barely purple fabric. It’s that kind of illusion hue that might look black, navy, or its true shade in different lights.
“And the buttons?” you prod.
He tilts one of the stamped, dark nickel rounds to see the embellishment. “I’d consider that a signature touch of the Tovarich brand,” he beams.
Your elation is contagious until an ear-splitting alarm sounds overhead. You’re so startled you spring backward into a rolling chair and topple to the floor.
Steve scrambles to help you right yourself while the wailing screech continues, but he knows that noise.
Emergency.
He has to go.
You’re holding your elbow, flashing him a thumbs up, and Steve feels terrible yelling to ensure you’re okay.
Agents race past the glass walls, and he really has to run so off he goes, jacket still on.
An incredibly long seventeen hours later, Steve is returning to his room only to notice you’ve fallen asleep at the conference table. He’s pleased there is no bandage on your elbow, so the fall was no worse than bruising, but he refuses to leave you there.
Slowly peeling your face and hands from your drafting paper, Steve wrestles your flopping arms and limp legs into a solid hold to carry you to your own room.
You don’t wake up, not fully, only enough to grip the shoulder strap of his shield harness as he gently lowers you onto the unmade bed. Luckily, your MO is to kick off your shoes when concentrating on work, so once you release the leather attached to him, he pulls the covers over you.
He kisses your temple. “Night, Button,” he whispers like a secret, and for now, it is.
You simply sigh and turn deeper into the pillow.
Steve purposefully finds you at breakfast to ask if you’d want to get lunch with him. Yes, it would just be in the cafeteria on the lower levels, and yes, you two have already shared many meals, but in his mind, this is the actual ask, the question of ‘will you go out with me’ instead of just ‘are you hungry at this reasonable time and may I be hungry in your vicinity.’
It’s stupid, he knows. He’s anxious for your answer anyway.
Steve has a very love/hate relationship with having you essentially trapped in the Tower. On the one hand, you’re starved for interaction and the choice of your surroundings. On the other hand, he gets you all to himself. He’s ashamed of how much he enjoys that perk. Somewhere deep inside, he hopes whatever Fisk is after is never resolved, but that’s wishful—and terribly selfish—thinking.
Just in case going on a deliberate date with him isn’t offer enough, Steve can return your client’s jacket. He hung it in his locker when changing into the tactical suit. It’s safe, but he’ll get it after his debrief. That’s a good excuse. That’ll work.
You’re happy and excited, only making him more nervous, but it’s progress. He’s done ‘round noon after the long meeting scheduled to start in, yikes, fifteen minutes, and you quickly agree. Steve floats on cloud nine, bouncing his foot until dismissed so he can rush back up to you.
He isn’t expecting to see Tony in your bubble.
“You don’t know me, Stark. How dare you!” Your face twists in fury. “Screw this,” you shout, frantic in grabbing your essentials from the table. “I don’t answer to you. I don't need this. Someone else will get my things.”
Steve doesn’t understand why you won’t meet his eye or speak to him as you barrel past. He’s too stunned to follow you to the elevator, it feels imposing to race down and corner you in the lobby, but he marches up to Tony with wide eyes.
“What the hell happened?”
Tony waves him off, cagy and dismissive, rushing off upstairs to his lab, and Steve almost asks if this is about Fisk. If it’s not and he blabs, then you’ll definitely be angry at him. If he grills Tony too much, there might be something that gives away that Steve lied about having a significant other as his guest for two weeks. If Steve admits that he doesn’t even have your number, the jig is 100% up.
But he knows you have his number, he knows he still has a jacket you’ll want back, and he knows one thing he’s incredibly good at.
So Steve waits, ready to apologize, ready to grovel, ready to yell at Tony for whatever. He is just ready and waiting.
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Interpreted Romance | Masterlist
THIS SERIES IS ON HIATUS. I DO NOT KNOW WHEN I WILL RETURN TO WRITE FOR THIS SERIES.
Hi, and welcome to the Masterlist of my series called 'Interpreted Romance', it's nice to have you here! When you read this story you can follow through the romance that will bloom between Steve Rogers and Y/N, the interpreter for a recently hired SHIELD Agent who was born deaf. Join the ride of their lives as we explore what life can be like when you're getting to know a super soldier who is hellbent on saving the world and doesn't mind doing so with a beautiful girl who has a specific and special skill set by his side.
This story will combine light angst, smut and fluff, but each chapter will have their own appropriate warnings when necessary. As of right now I do not know how many chapters this story will contain, because I will write new chapters whenever I feel like it in the moment.
This story is inspired by the amazing @sarah-writes-stucky after I started reading their story Bucky Barnes and His 1001 Fetishes, which can be read on their AO3. Their series is 18+ and most definitely not NSFW, but if you have the chance, you should really check it out if you enjoy reading about Dom/Sub relationships. Please send them some love if you do decide to read it! 🩷
For now, I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did while writing it! If you have any suggestions, requests or you need someone to talk to, I will be there for you! 🖤
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Angst = 🥀 | Fluff = 🩷 | Smut = 🔥
Interpreted Romance | Prologue | 🩷
You're getting a job offer that will take you to the other side of the country, and out of the community you've gotten to know and love. Wanting to change your life up for a while, you decide to take it and see where this new road will lead you. But what will happen when you're meeting a super soldier who quite literally swipes you off your feet?
Interpreted Romance | Chapter 1 | 🩷
It is your first day at your new job, and you're meeting the Avengers for the first time. You will also be meeting Noah, the Agent who needs you as his interpreter, and the two of you immediately hit it off. When the time comes to train with Steve, he is constantly distracted by you and your interpreting, until you step in and tell him you're getting distracted too.
Interpreted Romance | Chapter 2 | 🥀 🩷
You're grabbing some breakfast with Steve, and he is interested in learning sign language from you. You teach him something small and suddenly get the idea to teach the other Avengers too, but that is definitely not what Steve had in mind when he said he wanted to learn from you.
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AVENGERS ASSEMBLE VS MCU - the post.
We’re going to compare both universes :), so buckle up and get ready bc this is gonna be a wild ride.
( this isn’t my way to try and point which one is better, I love them both, but it’s my opinion )
1- THE AVENGERS.
MCU’s avengers are full of angst. I think their film has the biggest joke count, but they spend like 80% of the saga arguing, which, I gotta admit, makes better their bonding moments, but still.
Steve’s the leader.
AA’s avengers are the dream team. They do not work together anymore but they assemble one more time to save their friend ( because that’s what they are, friends ) and then keep working together. They know each other, they understand how everyone works and are practically a well-oiled machine.
Tony is the leader.
MCU’s Avengers work together because they need to, AA’s because they want to, and it shows in the team dynamics.
2- STEVE AND TECH/PAST
Both Steves are old men, so we obviously can’t expect them to be as skilled with technology as anyone who was born after the eighties.
MCU’s Steve lives in the past. He tries to adapt to the future but we can’t see him actually trying to live there. When he has the chance to go live with Peggy in the 50s, he takes it. We don’t know if he gave it much thought, but he spent years in the twentieth century and he still couldn’t find a single reason to stay.
( Natasha and Tony were dead, but he still had Buck, Sam, Clint, Thor, Bruce Sharon, Peter P, the rest of the avengers… )
When AA’s Steve was given the opportunity to return to the Second World War with Peggy, he realised that his life was now there.
He was used to searching on the internet, and holograms, and murderous robots, and phone calls, and spaceships and else. He was used to the avengers, to having a team. A family.
And he knew he couldn’t give that up.
He wants to honor his past, not live in it.
[ also here’s a link with cool headcanons I really liked about this ]
As OP said in her post: people like to forget that modern technology is really intuitive, and Steve shouldn’t have that much trouble using it.
Pd: in AA there’s a scene in which Tony promises Steve to help him understand technology, one step at a time without it being overwhelming, if he teaches him how to be a little more “Analog”.
I’m not saying either of them ( Steves ) loves technology, but only one of them introduces it into his life and is eager to learn about it even if it’s hard for him.
3- HOWARD STARK
I wanted to talk about it given that in both universes Howard has appeared and/or has been talked about by Tony.
Neither AA nor MCU had me satisfied with this point.
⛔️( TW: alcoholism, parent abuse, underage drinking until after the green light )⛔️
Howard Stark is known to be a shitty dad in every universe. In the comics, he verbally and physically abused Tony and because of that he turned his back to people, because they, unlike machines, were too unpredictable. He forced him to drink alcohol from a young age, he tried to trade him to Dracula for immortality, he fought him in hell, he sent him to a boarding school because he wasn’t “man enough” and there are many fucking more.
Both Tonys have trouble with self-worth, building relationships, talking his problems, showing weakness and are always trying to make themselves necessary, and whose fault is that? Exactly. ✳️
They spent years resenting Howard for everything he did and everything he was not ( a caring, supportive, DECENT parent ) ( which they had all the right to do ), and still they tried to live up to his expectations. Even dead he was still making them feel not enough.
He always compared them to Steve Rogers, the perfect soldier and the perfect man, which made Tony resent Steve too when he met him.
What does this prove? Resentment is corrosive ( see what I did there? ) and Tony had no reason to love Howard! He only felt bad, insecure and unsafe around him, and all he makes him feel before and after his death was self-loath and resentment.
Maybe AA and MCU’s Howard didn’t do all that, but the series/films still showed that he wasn’t a good father either.
MCU’s Howard told Tony in endgame he already loved his son even if he hadn’t even been born yet. [ literal words: Let me tell you, that kid’s not even here yet, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him ] This initially comes as sweet, right? Because he loved Tony.
But when you think about it, this means that Tony didn’t live up to his expectations, like it was his fault his father didn’t like/love him and he failed even if he didn’t do anything. He literally said he loved him more when he wasn’t there than when he was. He told him he did something wrong, when all he was doing was be himself.
No wonder he has self-esteem issues.
He didn’t do anything for him, except filling him up with trauma.
Both Howards said that Tony was their greatest creation. ( MCU’s a few moments after neglecting him and make him feel like a nuisance ), as if the way Tony turned out ( a good, intelligent, caring man ) had anything to do with him. He turned out that way TO NOT BE like him. Because all the shit he had to go through made him care.
He was never there for Tony, he TAPED himself doing fatherly-things instead of teaching them to his own son personally ( okay, he died, but Tony was like 17 when he did, he had the time, he just didn’t spend it with him ) [ https://smthgavengersassemble.tumblr.com/post/160060510540 ]
And when Steve talks about them in both universes, he does it as if he were a hero and Tony had to make him proud. AND TONY AGREES.
[ AA 2x17- Transcript -
Tony: you don’t get it, Arsenal was my father’s greatest creation
Steve: no, you don’t get it. Arsenal’s not you father’s greatest creation. You are. Make him proud, Tony ]
*GASPS*
THE AUDACITY!
When they met him as their adult-selves, they hugged him and had conversations with him as if he wasn’t ( in the best case ) an absent parent and ( in the worst ) an abusive one.
[ Here’s a nice post about that ]
So can anyone really be mad about Tony not trusting people or coming off as “mean” or “harsh” just because he’s afraid of getting hurt?
Next time I talk to a Howard Stark apologist I will commit a crime.
4- TEAM DYNAMICS
AA’s Tony is the leader, though he’ll take Steve advice blindly. He usually calls the shots but everyone’s free to give their ideas ( which will be heard and taken into consideration ). The rest of the team mostly just follow Steve and Tony’s orders because in the heat of the battle there isn’t much time for consideration.
AA’s Tony is sarcastic, charismatic, practical, intelligent ( duh ) and mathematical. He’s all about probabilities and physics and stuff, but he also has his moments of what I call “believing in the power of love”, which basically means acknowledging that being human, “vulnerable” and different from each other is what actually makes them invincible and unbreakable.
When he jokes he does it to make people believe he’s funny or to make them laugh ( at least that’s what I think )
MCU’s Tony is all of the above except “the power of love” moments. He loves humanity but he doesn’t acknowledge it as much as AA’s does.
When he jokes he doesn’t do it to come up as “funny”. He’ll say everything and If it’s fun, cool. If not, he doesn’t care.
He’s cool, tired, and he has spent all of the saga adopting every child he’s come across [ Dad!Tony Stark ]
AA’s Steve is way less problematic than MCU’s. He’s lighter, takes things seriously but not to an extreme. He cares about trainings and being prepared, he takes his job seriously and is very responsible.
MCU’s Steve is more serious, we don’t see him worry a lot about everyone training, just him. He cares about plans and preparation. He is also more conflictive.
In AA when Steve and Tony have a disagreement they talk, and they don’t attack each other ( verbally or physically ). They communicate. In the MCU all they do is fight and accuse each other, never really talking, but arguing because the other doesn’t make things the way they would.
[ this post shows the differences between AA and MCU’s Steve ( and Stony ) perfectly: ]
Clint ( ah, where to begin with )
AA’s Clint has nothing to do with MCU’s.
They literally just share the name and the aim.
AA’s is more like 616’s Clint. He’s carefree, cocky, fun, cool… he’s like the teenager who thought he was a cool kid. He loves food and 80% of his dialogues are bad puns ( or really good ones ), and he wears glasses because of the aesthetic.
MCU’s is serious, a certified dad. He jokes sometimes but nothing to really remember him for.
Nat is Clint’s best friend in every universe.
Gotta admit it, I like MCU’s Nat more than I do AA’s ( even though
In AA she is like this serious, mean, badass, harsh, mom of the group lesbian. ( she’s not a lesbian but she could be ), and I love her, but MCU’s more elegant while still being all of the above, and that’s the Natasha we love and would die for.
AA’s Thor is comics’ Thor. He talks like he’s a thousand years old ( which he is ) and has all this respect for the war and the customs of each culture.
MCU’s Thor is like some dummy in comparison. In the first two movies he’s serious and war-like, but in the last two he’s a lighter, funnier, sort-of-dumber version. ( Don’t saying I don’t love him, NOBODY CAN HATE THOR )
Now Hulk. In AA we usually just get to see Hulk, not Banner, and we gotta admit that Hulk is smarter in the series than in the MCU.
In the MCU we get to see Banner, which is a plus, and even though he’s not my favourite character I don’t dislike him.
And last, but not least, Falcon. Now if the hawkeyes were different, this is a whole other level.
They don’t have ANYTHING in common. Not even the age.
They’re both Sam Wilson and they’re both Falcon. That’s it.
In AA he’s practically still a kid, he’s like 20 years old and really smart. He usually helps Tony in the lab and creates stuff of his own too, but he shares Steve’s patriotism. He’s a mommy’s kid and he’s the newbie, but he doesn’t really shine.
In the MCU he’s a middle-aged man, ex-soldier and gives the best advice. He’s really sure of himself, he started off as a secondary character but now he’s a protagonist and captain America ( loved that ). He really steals the thunder when he’s in the scene, and he’s cool af.
AA’s avengers are much closer than MCU’s. They share things in common, experiences, they live together. There’s a certain domesticity we can see in each chapter, plus the banter and the “Hulk finished all the popcorn” stuff. They also help each other out, they have their bonding moments, they get over their pasts with each other’s help… they can count on each other unconditionally.
[ There was a time they were fighting Thanos and they won, so they were in the tricarrier and Steve felt something was off. He acted in consequence, and told the team Thanos was messing with their minds. He said “don’t you feel something’s not right?” ( or something like that ) and Tony answered “No, but if you do that’s good enough for me”. AND THEY ALL FOUGHT AGAINST THANOS. Now, THAT’s TRUST. THAT’s TEAMWORK ]
( credit to @justlous-art )
In the MCU they have some sort of strict-work relationship because they’ve proved that they can’t be together without a war for more than five minutes, at least on screen. We’ve seen them have parties and eat together, but it’s not like they’re actually connecting ( short of Nat & Clint, Nat & Steve and Hulk/Banner & Thor ).
That doesn’t mean they don’t care for each other deeply or that they can’t be considered friends, after all they’ve been through together there’s no doubt they care, just that they don’t share the same relationship and there are some parts missing.
5- AVENGERS DISASSEMBLED/CIVIL WAR
Now here’s something really simple and really complicated at the same time.
These two events happened because of different reasons.
When the avengers disassembled in AA it was because Tony kept important secrets regarding the team’s and Earth’s well-being and safety. He was putting them in danger, running blindly into the unknown, and Steve gave him a few opportunities to amend that, and he knew that he was on thin ice, but still he didn’t.
Steve told him he couldn’t be in a team where he couldn’t trust the leadership, so he left, and Hulk, Falcon and Natasha left with him.
They formed two different teams, one lead by Tony and other by Steve ( who was working with shield ) and even though they weren’t on talking terms, they still worked together ( not merrily, there was a lot of angst between them ) to save the Earth.
MCU’s reason to disband was that they didn’t agree on the sokovia accords
( here’s how each Steve thinks about that btw )
I admit it makes a little sense given the government’s punishments, but it all went downhill in the moment the winter soldier came up.
Now, I understand that MCU’s reason to cause a civil war was much bigger than the accords, and their reactions weren’t so off given that the winter soldier was the murderer of Tony’s parents and Bucky was Steve’s best friend, so I’m not gonna comment on that because I myself couldn’t have done it better.
We all can understand that in the heat of the moment we don’t make rational decisions, and peace was not an option in the moment Tony discovered Steve knew almost everything from the beginning and didn’t tell him. ( that was a shitty-person move ) ( Steve totally took Tony’s trust, spat on it and threw it under a truck )
In the link above we can see this gif, which I think counts as a conclusion for this point.
6- STONY
This is the last point, and the one I’ve been looking forward to.
There’s no doubt AA’s Stony is full of sweet, playful banter, care, mistakes, amends, fun, trust and forgiveness.
AA’s stony is the home of gay!Tony and bi!Steve, the fluff one-shot. Mutual pining, best friends to lovers, idiots in love!
MCU’s is more of a bi!Tony, gay!Steve, angsty 300k slowburn. It’s the enemies to lovers version, full of hurt/comfort.
It completely depends on what you want, and that’s totally up to the viewer/reader.
( I personally love AA :)) )
AND THAT’S IT!! THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED-TALK!
This one is the friends-to-lovers, established relationship, fluff, one-shot version. The bi!Steve, gay!Tony version.
MCU’s Stony is the Angsty enemies-to-lovers and emotional hurt-comfort slow burn. The bi!Tony, gay!Steve version.
( credit to @dakt37 )
What you choose depends on what you like best, it’s simply a matter of preferences.
#avengers assemble#tony stark#stony#mcu#comparing#steve rogers#logan speaks#Logan talks#comics#marvel#hawkeye#black widow#natasha romanoff#clint barton#Thor#hulk#bruce banner#falcon#sam wilson#howard stark#iugh ydk how much I hate him#civil war#avengers endgame#credit where credits due#:)#bucky barnes#the winter soldier#gay gay gay gay
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Ellis Twilight — Wicked Love Blooming In The Dark Night Story Event
Chapter 1 & 2
I do not own any contents of Ikemen Villains. This story being uploaded in this blog belongs solely to CYBIRD. Please support them by downloading their games and buying their stories. Both English and Japanese are not my mother tongue languages, please keep in mind that there will be mistranslations and added words for my own preferences. I translate for my personal entertainment and for my own practice only.
—What is happiness?
It’s like a twilight sky that immediately changes colour the moment it catches your eyes.
It will never let go of your heart forever, but you will never get the same thing again.
—
(Ah, what am I really doing? I have to get it together.)
I was summoned to the castle by Victor today and had an elegant tea time with him.
Just when I expected him to end the day peacefully with a friendly chat, he ended up dropping an outrageous bomb.
///// Flashback Begins /////
Victor: Ah, that’s right. Your first mission as a “Fairytale Master.”
Kate: Yes! What is it?
Victor: I want you to choose one of the Crowns to be your lover.
(This, lover…?)
Kate: Hey, wait a minute. Even if you say so, I don’t know anything about anyone in the Crown.
Victor: Yes! That’s right, Miss Kate.
Victor: I spent all night thinking about what I should do to get you to know them better and I finally came up with an idea.
Victor: Hmm, I’m a genius! It’s already late today and this job’ll start tomorrow. Hmm, wha, I’m so excited.
(I nodded involuntarily, thinking that my life would be lost if I wasn’t trusted in my very first mission.)
///// Flashback Ends /////
I wonder if we should get to know each other deeply as lovers… How should I deal with an expected first mission?
Because I was wandering around and the road ahead is rocky, I almost got hit by a Brougham, a horse-drawn carriage.
I looked down at my sprained ankle that was avoiding the galloping carriage and signed.
(But there’s no point in worrying about it, right?)
(Let’s talk to Roger first and borrow him some bandages or something.)
As I’m going up the stairs leading to the entrance while dragging my foot—
Ellis: What happened to your leg?
Kate: Wha…! Eh, Ellis-kun?
Ellis: Are you hurt?
Ellis: What’s wrong with your foot?
I was so surprised that my heart jumped out to Ellis, who suddenly appeared on his way home from somewhere.
Ellis: Does it hurt?
That night when I managed to escape from being killed to shut me up by becoming a “fairy tale master”,
Ellis, “Shall I kill her?” That’s exactly what he said.
(Shortly after that, he said something like a proposal to “make me happy”…)
I can’t help but feel an indescribable unease.
Ellis: I’ll take care of you. Put your arm around my shoulder and hold on to me.
Kate: Wha!?
As soon as Ellis saw the swollen foot of mine, he picked me up easily without hesitation.
Kate: Oh, it’s fine! Because I can walk…
Ellis: Maybe it’ll be fine if I take a good look. Roger isn’t here in the castle tonight, so I’ll take care of it.
Ignoring my resistance, Ellis ran lightly into the basement.
—
(I’m kind of used to it by now…)
In front of me, a bandage was skillfully wrapped around my sprained ankle.
I was a little embarrassed the moment I showed my bare foot, but
Ellis took the treatment seriously and only did what was necessary, he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.
Ellis: How did you get hurt?
Kate: I was walking while thinking, so I accidentally twisted my ankle when avoiding the carriage.
Ellis: A carriage, huh? …What are you worried about when you were thinking in that moment?
(I’m not sure if I should talk about it …but maybe I’ll get some good advice from him.)
Kate: …Victor told me that it was my first mission to spend a day with someone from the Crown as a lover tomorrow.
Kate: I think it’s better not be able to move around too much, so that I can spend time tomorrow without causing any trouble with my ankle like this.
Kate: Ellis-kun, do you have any idea who is capable to be that person?
When Ellis finished fastening the edge of the bandage, he stared at me and then opened his mouth.
Ellis: That’s what I want to do.
Ellis: I want to play the role of your lover.
(Ellis-kun…?)
Kate: Why?
Ellis: Because I want to make you happy as much as possible while I’m here.
Ellis repeated the same words he said that night we met.
(Why would you feel that way about someone you just met for the first time…and even attempted to kill someone you didn’t know?)
Ellis: I don’t want you to look sad when tomorrow is over …No?
(Honestly, I feel uncomfortable, but…)
The carefully wrapped bandage and the worried look in his eyes.
I couldn’t be cold or suspicious of him.
Kate: It…It’s good.
Ellis: …Hooray
With a happy smile on his face, Ellis picked me up again.
Kate: I’m already fine with a bandage…!
Ellis: …No way. I understand that you are the type of person who cares about others’ troubles even though you are injured.
Ellis: I don’t believe that you’re fine. Let me carry you to your room.
Kate: That’s such an over-evaluation of me…
I tried to get against him, but Ellis didn’t seem to have any intention to give up.
I was forced to stay silent in his arms.
—
Ellis: I want to know about you, so that I can use it as a reference for tomorrow’s schedule. What are you doing that makes you happy?
Kate: Um… Eating something delicious, or something?
Ellis: Hmm. Well then, let’s buy something delicious and have a picnic together.
Ellis: I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning. Then, please treat me as your lover.
Kate: …Yes. I look forward to working with you.
—
(I feel like my first mission, which is outrageous, has progressed in a blink of an eye.)
(I feel like I’m doing pretty well, and I should be more wary of Ellis…but)
I stared at the carefully wrapped bandage.
I don’t know why, but there was no doubt that it was treated thoughtfully.
(…If it’s Ellis, I think I’ll be fine.)
—
Ellis: Good morning, Kate-san.
Kate: Good morning. …What is that thing?
The next morning, as promised, Ellis came to pick me up at my room—
He was carrying something that looks like a chair with attached wheels.
Ellis: It’s called a wheelchair. I made it myself because it’s not that easy to get one.
Kate: You made it yourself… why?
Ellis: Because I don’t want to put a burden on my lover’s body.
(Lover…)
Kate: No way, it is for me…!?
Ellis: Yeah. Hey, sit down.
I timidly took a seat as prompted, and found that the chair was so comfortable that I could sit for a long time.
When Ellis pushes from behind, the wheels turn smoothly and the chair moves forward.
Kate: That’s amazing. It’s such a convenient thing and you can make it yourself.
Ellis: There was a time when I desperately researched about it… I still remember that.
Kate: Thank you very much. I’m glad. But it might be an exaggeration because I didn’t break any bones. I can walk though.
I lift my hips to get off, but—
Ellis: I’ll be in trouble if your ankle gets worse and you can’t walk, so it’s no good.
Kate: …!?
My body was hugged tightly from the back of the chair.
Ellis: I’ll take you wherever you want to go.
Ellis: Even if there’s a step, I’ll lift the whole chair.
Ellis: You just need to sit here today, okay?
Ellis whispered while hugging me, who couldn’t stand up or even flinch.
I was bewildered by the excessive kindness, as if I was wrapped in floss.
(But… maybe this is the attitude Ellis has towards his “lover.”)
(Even though you’re on a mission to spend time as a lover… It’s strange to tell you to stop…?)
Kate: I understand… Nice to work with you…
Ellis: Yes. Because this is my first date with you.
Ellis: I’ll do my best to make it the happiest day.
—
Ellis: The baguettes here are really delicious.
Ellis: Victor missed eating those and was sulking for a while.
Kate: Huh, I’m looking forward to eating it. Which one would you like for jam… Ellis-kun, What do you recommend?
Ellis: Marmalade is the most popular item here, but I often buy cranberry ones.
Ellis: But I don’t like it if you’re not good at eating it, so choose what you like.
Kate: Don’t worry, I love both of them!
Ellis: Then, let’s buy both.
Kate: Eh…both!?
Baguettes, jams, honey, ham, and pickles, we were shopping for this and that.
(Because Ellis recommended many different shops one after another.)
(The picnic is still being prepared, but it’s a lot of fun.)
Kate: Even though we lived in the same London, I had no idea that there was a store like this…
Ellis: Searching for a good restaurant is my hobby.
Kate: Maybe it’s to introduce the restaurants you found to people like this?
Ellis: …Why do you think so?
Kate: That’s… I’m somehow watching the interactions of the people in the city.
I was afraid that the wheelchair would be looked at with strange eyes, but the people of the town were surprisingly tolerant, and
It seemed that Ellis was well known for being kind to everyone.
Machinist man: Well, Are you making stuff like that again, Ellis-kun? If you have time, please help me at our factory again.
Ellis: Okay. If it’s next Tuesday, Jude told me to take a day off.
A boutique clerk: Oh, Ellis-kun! Just the right place. Uh-huh, can you hold this for me for a moment?
Ellis: Like this? This dress is the one Ted bought the other day. Is it going to be sold?
A boutique clerk: Now that’s okay! Thanks to Ellis-kun introducing us to a great buyer, we’re now in a great condition.
A boutique clerk: Well, are you still working at that dangerous yakuza company?
Ellis: I have a promise with Jude, so I’ll be with him until that promise is fulfilled, i guess?
Old woman selling fruit: Ara, did you get hurt, young lady?
Kate: Ah, yes. Twisted my ankle a little bit.
Ellis: Hi …Ah, the medicine you said you wanted before, it is available at Bates-san’s pharmacy.
Old woman selling fruit: Did you remember me? I’m glad. May I add this apple as a bonus for you?
(Ellis is devoted not only to me but also to everyone…)
I can understand why people in this city love him like this.
Ellis: …You’re smiling. What’s wrong?
Kate: Whenever I look at Ellis-kun, I don’t know why but I feel like somehow my heart becomes warmer.
Ellis: Hmm..? I’m not sure, but it’s cute.
(Is it…?)
Ellis: My basket is already full. It’s about time, shall we go?
(…Maybe being able to say things like that easily is the secret of being loved by many…)
—
I held a basket full of things that we’ve bought.
When we arrived at the beautiful flower garden, I unfolded the basket.
Kate: Hmm! It’s true, this baguette is so delicious…!
Ellis: I’m glad that you like it… I’d recommend you to put a lot of butter on and toast it a little.
Kate: …Let’s keep it for some and take it home, I want to do that in tomorrow’s morning.
Ellis: Haha, okay. I’ll peel the apples, so wait for me a minute.
I’m drawn by how Ellis really treats me like we’re real lovers, I can’t help but feel lighter.
Thanks to his kind concern, my heart has been so light since this morning.
When I sprained my ankle, I never thought that I could live in peaceful moment like this.
Kate: Haa… I’m so happy.
Ellis: …Really? That’s good.
Ellis: —Hey, Kate-san.
Kate: Hmm, what?
Ellis: How happy are you now?
Kate: Hmm, well… I might be the happiest I’ve been in the past few months.
Ellis: Okay…
Ellis muttered while playing dexterously with a black blade knife he used to peel apples.
Ellis: Isn’t it difficult to make people think that they are at the happiest in their lives on their first date?
Kate: Oh, Is that what you were aiming for?
Ellis: Yeah. Yes, an apple.
Ellis offered an apple that was beautifully peeled and cut into bite-sized pieces.
(Uh, oh, you were talking about an apple? It’s so embarrassing of me…)
While thinking so, I opened my mouth gently and playing the role of his lover.
(I can’t believe I’m going this far for my first mission… Ellis is really dedicated, how should I put it?)
(…How can you be so empathetic to other people’s happiness?)
Ellis: Kate-san… Have you ever thought that now is the happiest to the point that you wished the time to stop?
Kate: Wished the time to stop…?
Ellis: Yes. This moment is completely perfect… I think I don’t need no future anymore, something like that.
Kate: Well… I don’t think so.
Ellis: Yeah… Good.
Kate: Good?
Ellis: Because… If you haven’t felt to that point yet, it means that I can make you feel the supreme happiness someday.
(…Such a sweet line, I was told something like this for the first time.)
(I wonder what you’re serious about… Now that I playing as a “lover”, I have to get on too!)
Kate: Well, then I’ll make Ellis-kun the happiest person too!
Ellis: …Me?
Kate: Of course, right? Even though you're playing as a lover, it's sad to just see you make me happy unilaterally.
Kate: When is Ellis-kun happy?
Ellis: I…
Ellis: …I can’t think of any.
(You think so much about other people’s happiness, but you have no attachment nor an obsession with your own happiness…)
That imbalance is strange, and I think it’s a glimpses of Ellis’ personality from what I’ve seen today.
Kate: Then, let’s find out together, the moment Ellis-kun is happy!
Ellis: …Ah!
Kate: Huh?
Ellis: Maybe it’s when you’re laughing.
(When it comes to pampering your “lover”, I’m definitely no match for Ellis.)
I almost took the pretend play seriously, but I quickly turned my head away.
Kate: Please tell your real lover about that instead.
Ellis: What’s that?!
Kate: Those sweet words are to please your real love one only.
Ellis: I just said what I thought. And…
Ellis: You did look a little happy though.
Kate: …uh
He stares at me as my face is getting hot.
Ellis: …..
Ellis seemed to come up with something. When I blinked my eyes, he gently pushed me down.
Kate: Wha… Oh, wait, Ellis-ku…
Ellis: If I were your real lover, would you be more honestly happy with me?
Kate: …Eh?
Ellis: I want to be your lover, because I feel like I can make you happier.
Ellis: Be my true lover, Kate-san.
I looked up in stunned at Ellis, who was covering me with his body.
Kate: …Don’t tease me.
Ellis: I’m not kidding you.
(I just met you, and it's the first time we've spent time together like this, but to think that we're going to be lovers.)
(Even if it's just a pretend play, it's a bit too much.)
Kate: Well… —I know you're doing a lot of things to make me happy.
Kate: That kind of things is for the person Ellis-kun likes.
Ellis: I like you. …Still no?
(…Are you serious?)
Ellis: I will make you happy.
Ellis: Because that’s what I live for.
Those words that seem to have been a one-sided love for years are obvious lies,
The twilight-colored eyes staring straight at me were tinged with a strange heat, as if he was telling his true feelings.
(What… Something is wrong.)
I feel the illusion of Ellis's arms placed on both sides of my face are locking me in like a cage.
It's as if if I nodded, accepting his proposal, I wouldn't be able to go anywhere anymore.
Kate: Well, I’m…
Kate: I don’t know much about Ellis-kun. I can’t answer you that.
Ellis: …Yes. I understand.
Ellis gently lifted himself up, he also gently held my body.
Ellis: Then, I will teach you a lot more of me from now on. Until you know me enough.
Kate: …Yeah.
Ellis is still smiling calmly, but—
In my body, the disturbing illusion I had just tasted was entangled like a ivy.
-
While we were talking about trivial things, the sun went down and the wind became cold,
Ellis put me in a wheelchair again and we went back to the castle.
(I really couldn't walk for almost all day...)
When we stepped into the depressed forest that leads to the castle, Ellis suddenly stopped his feet.
Kate: Ellis-kun, what’s wrong?
Ellis: Wait a minute, it might be a problem. …Even though it was a happy day.
Kate: Heh…?
Ellis: If you're scared, close your eyes. It'll be over soon.
Masterlist
Chapter 1 & 2 >> Premium End >> Epilogue
#ikemen villains#ellis twilight#ikemen series#ikevil#ikemen games#honestly i feel like he would be the kind of person who’s possessive yet gentle#ikemen mc#ikemen villains story event#ikevil translations
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Some random, negative opinions about the MCU (which, for the most part, is something I love):
1) Steve's ending. The only reason people like it is because it's a happy one, but it doesn't make any damn sense. What the hell happened to "Till the end of the line?" What about the original Steve of that universe? What about the guy Peggy married in the main timeline? Are we really supposed to believe Steve just retired and didn't do anything about Hydra and Bucky? And what's the deal with that timeline's Avengers? At their inception, only Steve was capable of leading them.
Steve Rogers was the most selfless person (with the possible exception of Peter Parker) in the entire MCU. He would NEVER just abandon everyone without so much as a by your leave. He let Sam and the others think he was coming back to live out his life with them, then returned and was like "Surprise! I'm actually really old now and not that far from the grave, so all those fun things you thought we were gonna do? All those battles I was supposed to lead you into? All the games we were gonna play, all the jokes we were gonna share, all the meals we were gonna eat together? All the birthday parties, holidays and other special occasions we were gonna celebrate? Yeah, none of 'em are gonna happen. Because fuck you guys!" That's like someone with a terminal illness (who never confides in anyone) making plans with friends and family for next week, next month, next year, when they know none of those things will happen. Dick fucking move, Rogers.
The whole thing just pisses me off so much.
2) This one's about the Civil War. Both sides made mistakes and should've tried harder, but Team Cap was, realistically, more or less completely right (also, the Accords were bullshit). People DO have agendas. People are greedy, power hungry idiots who will do anything to get what they want. And that includes ordering a team of superheroes to do whatever the fuck just because they can. Have we forgotten that the Council in the The Avengers tried to nuke Manhattan?! Or that SHIELD was compromised by Hydra and had to be completely dismantled?! To add insult to injury, they had motherfucking Thaddeus Ross - you know, the guy responsible for the events of The Incredible Hulk, which included extensive damages and numerous unnecessary deaths - lecturing our heroes about taking responsibility! And who the hell is the government - or anyone, really - to tell superheroes they can't, or shouldn't, help people or save their lives? What the actual fuck?!
3) Professor Hulk. Hearing Bruce's voice coming out of the Hulk (only not really, as I'll get to in just a second*) is just... ugh. It doesn't work. He was necessary to undo the Snap, but he definitely grates on my nerves.
*The Hulk is basically dead now. Professor Hulk is just Bruce Banner, only big, strong, and green. That's it. The Hulk doesn't actually exist anymore.
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Writing about writing
So this is my first blog in what I hope will be one of many. Apparently you're not a real writer unless you have a blog and after a strange few months of soul searching I decided it's time to get serious. So here we are...
A little about me (I don't really know who reads these things but at least I'm writing, right). I'm 39, married to a lovely man called Gav. We have 3 children, 22, 18 and 14. Awful ages, teenagers are horrendous. Our oldest daughter has now left home and we now have a 2 year old granddaughter. Life for me has been done the opposite way around. We married and had children young and I am now in the position to be thinking about my career. I am about to start my 3rd year of a degree in English Literature and Creative Writing with the Open University. I have thoroughly enjoyed the creative writing side of the course not so much the literature, but I have learned a lot of valuable skills. I work 3 days a week in Asda as a home shopping picker. I hate it but it's paying the bills (almost!) until I finish my degree.
Last month we all got the dreaded Covid. We thought, after 2 years we had escaped it, but it caught up with us, big style. My husband and son (who also work at Asda) were told to go to work as normal. It is no longer necessary to isolate and they wouldn't be paid for doing so. They had to wear a mask and wash their hands regularly but were still required to work. We had mixed feelings about this, especially as my son has a medical condition, but there are four of us living at home and quite frankly, we couldn't afford to be without the income. I was really, really poorly and spent almost a fortnight in bed. At one point I googled funeral directors as I thought this was surely the end, I have never felt so ill! After 2 and a half weeks off work, I finally started to feel more human again thankfully; but found that the longer I was off work, the less I wanted to return. This was only ever supposed to be a temporary job for a couple of months anyway. The plan was to apply for writing jobs/ internships where I could gain some work experience and then leave. Nine months later and I am no further on- so it was time for a kick up the proverbial arse.
I signed up with a careers program and a lovely man called Roger is now my coach. We have gone back to basics and he suggested that a blog is the place to start while we look into options. I am leaning towards screenwriting and even considering this as a Masters when I have finished at uni. I have completed a short, 2 week course in screenwriting as part of the careers coaching and have compiled my years of scribbled notes, emails and texts to myself with writing prompts, into material I can write about. I have also been to the library and borrowed some books on this. I forgot how much I love the library. We live out in the sticks so it is only a small branch but still just as magical. One of my favourite childhood memories is when we used to live in Bradford and my siblings and I would visit their huge library over the summer holidays. Nothing is more satisfying than shelves upon shelves of books- and you can borrow them for free! Sadly, where we live now they are so under used. People look at me almost confused when I say I'm going, it no longer seems to be 'the norm' which is sad.
Reflecting on my childhood and considering my future made me realise that things became stagnant for a while. Life seemed to get in the way of what I wanted from life. I suppose this is common, but it made me sad to think about how many people don't follow their dreams. This is what I want to do, what I've always wanted to do. Only I can make it happen so here I am, step one in a very long journey of making things happen.
Am I a writer yet...?
#writing#creative writing#screenwriting#library#open university#books and reading#visitthelibrary#maturestudent#writers on tumblr#writers and readers#writerslife#first blog
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SWYNRP Character Wishlist: A list of 10+ characters you’d like to see in the RP (for you to play or someone else!)
This list is going to just be a bunch of characters I’ve thought of picking up so if you pick them up you’ll both save me from myself and also probably make me the tiniest bit melancholy but it’s probably for the best please help!
**Note: I stand by my one from last year still so here: Refer back to this please and thanks!
Henri Cogsworth: Once upon the time my honorific in this group was Cursed Creator and I stand by characters who are cursed are completely underrated in this group! We need more bitches who suffer from Magick Shenanigans (especially if it’s their fault)! Henri decided to be Anti-Magick and found some goddamn consequences so now the watchmaker experiences time weirdly by changing ages! This is cool!
Petunia Robinson: Okay, my beloved Petunia is someone I miss but did not have the muse for back in the day. But, once again, a Cursed Character!!!! She is a goddamn puppet! Like a legit puppet! Oh my god she’s a goddamn puppet in a huge family!!! Anyway, I think that this vapid queen is such a good concept. Still in love with her aesthetic.
Sally Finklestein: Precogs are cool, okay? Especially if you do something spicy with it (like the skeleton says about her friend #rip that people don’t believe precogs! Cassandra Syndrome is should be called at this point!!) I just feel like her sheltered life mixed with her being able to get insight to the future would make for such an interesting person. She’s so soft, I love her.
Roger Lepus: Okay, I’m a goddamn sucker for an Alice in Wonderland character and this bitch can make rabbit hole portals to get around????????? And he’s STILL LATE????? And he’s got anxiety!! He’s like me for real for real! (No, not really, I’m an early bitch because I’m scared of being late but still) I love him someone get him
Kara Gordon: POSITIVE GOTH PRECOG!!!!!! Come ON, PEOPLE!!! She sees all the good things that will happen so she’s cynical and jaded and GOTH AF!!! Fuck if this isn’t such a cool concept I’m in love with her and want to BE HER!!!
Sara Gordon: You know what’s also cool as fuck?!?! A NEGATIVE PRECOG!!!! Sara chooses to be happy and cheerful because the bad will never surprise her! Plus she’s so blunt it’s not even funny! If any of you approach me about playing these twins I might just break istfg I love them this is unfair
Te Ka/Te Fiti: Okay, but a wrathful deity regarding pollution with lava powers and they have amnesia?! Sign me the fuck up! Please take them, they are too powerful! I need to be saved from them! I have so manyinspo things saved in my personal Discord but I do not have a good story laid out someone come get their wrathful deity plz!! Plus they’re nonbinary!! More gender diverse characters!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Angel Milano: ANGEL MY HONEY MY BABY MY GOOD TIME GAL!!!!! Oh Goodness Me!!! This little honey is everything to me!! Lady and the Tramp 2 is such an underrated CLASSIC and people need to appreciate her more! I actually have, like, whole ideas for this baby girl and I would love to discuss them with you and plot and oh someone get my girl she needs a home so bad and I cannot be her parent I just cannot but maybe someday
Cedric Richards: James & the Giant Peach is something that is so special to me and scared my little brother so badly he had nightmares for weeks every time we watched this movie as kids. Cedric here having this briefcase full of magical items and just being a sneaky little New Yorker POS Thief Man??? God, it has so much potential. Someone come get this man and do silly things with his briefcase. You know the briefcase kid? Well he grew up and now he’s even weirder in a good way!
Roz Peterson: The idea of being on the inside the RAS while also being on the outside of the RAS at the same time because your job is to always be keeping an eye out and not get involved unless absolutely necessary all while your cover being a secretary at that awful secondary school is just so juicy and good. I’ve thought about it plenty of times. Don’t make me do it! Someone take her from me!
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Pairing: Pilot!Steve Rogers x Publicist! Reader
Warnings: 18+ ONLY Minors, DNI. Enemies to Lovers, and there was only one bed, angst, little sisters, talk of dildos, daddy kink of you squint, grey sweats, heavy petting, manual sex, saliva kink, pussy slapping, female receiving oral sex. Not Beta’d. All errors are on me.
A/N: This is my entry for @afriendlyblackhottie’s Chick Flick Challenge. I’m getting back on the grind. I hope you like it. If so, let me know!
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Dividers by @firefly-graphics
The news of Aria’s marriage at 12:34 pm on a Tuesday went the way you thought it would. Tons of people making posts, crying, happy, complaining, but also creating free publicity for her new movie, Superbia. You managed to spin it the way you wanted, and it turned out to be a positive thing, everyone immediately copying her hair and outfit as they ran out of the courtroom in NYC.
You watched the socials all night while Aria drunk texted you sweet, funny and finally, nsfw selfies of her and Topher. You laughed and posted one cute one of him kissing her on the cheek to her IG.
You finally went to bed at 2 am, looking forward to Aria’s honeymoon tomorrow, because it would give you a break from her. She had been one of many clients you had as a publicist, but as her star rose, so did your earnings from her and she insisted that you be her exclusive media manager and publicity director. You couldn’t say no; she was your baby sister and you’d always loved her to pieces.
At 3:45 am you heard your phone ding.
You knew better, but you looked at it anyway.
“Shit!”
You exclaimed and dropped your phone on the bed as you flopped down on it.
Aria wanted you to come with her on her honeymoon.
You asked the question, even thought you knew it was futile.
“Who has a group honeymoon?!?!?!?”
You knew the answer before she sent it.
“Because I want everyone I love to celebrate our loveeeee!”
Although you were the serious ambivert, very social when necessary, Aria was a people person. Since she was born there had been a constant party. And the announcement was leading to freebies and perks. She’d just accepted a free trip to Italy three hours after her wedding. She’d invited the whole crew to come with. That meant Topher's brother and best friend Trisha were coming.
You took a deep breath. You could do this.
“Flight leaves at 10 am. See you then!”
You took another deep breath.
Shit.
You’d be stuck on someone else’s honeymoon with Steve Rogers, your disaster blind date from two nights ago.
The date had been terrible, from you constantly scrolling your phone and him calling you rude, to you calling him a trust fund preppy boy and you two glaring at each other over the table. You were pissed.
Steve, although hot as hell, was an asshole about it, barking at you that he’d grown up in a group home and enlisted in the army as soon as he turned 18 with his best friend, ending up flying combat missions in Afghanistan. Of course, you melted on the inside. But the night was already ruined, so you threw money down on the table and told him you were going home to scroll your phone, which for you meant working.
You told him to have a nice life as if you were never going to talk to him again.
But then you remembered that he was one of Topher’s private pilots and that’s how Aria knew him. Well, you could be professional and not ever have to deal with him much.
Aria had to stop setting you up on dates, it was getting worse and worse. The next morning, you were going to tell her you were done with her matchmaking when she texted you she was at the courthouse. You made it there to stand beside her as he married Topher, her latest co-star and fling. Well, more than a fling now.
The blind date was forgotten as the whirlwind occurred. And now, your blind date from the other night, who you’d made an enemy, had your life in his hands for the next 8 hours.
You boarded the jet without incident, and no sign of Steve. Of course you were the only one on time and sat in the cabin, scrolling your phone, as usual. You heard someone clear their throat and looked up to see Steve coming out of the cockpit.
Steve Rogers in a pilot’s uniform was… you closed your mouth when you realized that you were staring at him and gaping. He was even more attractive than the other night. You went home and researched him and found that he was telling the truth. You felt terrible and hoped you could talk it out.
The problem was, he looked pissed to see you.
Great.
Steve was taken aback when he’d finished in the cabin and opened the door to see you there. You in leggings and a long fashionable hoodie was unexpectedly sexy. He wanted the hoodie to be his and to peel the leggings off of you, but judging from the look on your face, you wanted to be a million miles away from him.
“Um. Hello? I thought this flight was for the honeymoon…”
You bristled at him questioning your presence.
“It is. Aria, wanted a group thing?”
You tilted your head. Steve loved the way you spoke in questions sometimes. And that head tilt. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. He didn’t know what to say.
Steve started adjusting some dials on the front wall of the plane, probably pre-flight check something or other as he cleared his throat. You thought you heard him say, “Great.”
You shook your head and went back to your phone and when you looked up, he was helping the group enter the cabin, including one of the regular flight attendants, Sharon. and Steve’s co-pilot, James Barnes, boarded and began to help with the bags as well.
Sharon gave you a saccharine smile as she maneuvered between you and Steve. She bent over at the waist toward you, making sure that her ass was all up in his face as she asked you if you needed help with your bags. Steve moved around her and grabbed your bags before she could, taking them toward the front instead of the back, where they usually went.
“The back is filling up, I’ll put your stuff up here with the crew.”
For some reason that flew all over you and you got up to follow your bags, and the asshole who had taken them.
You moved around the partition to the small space between the cabin and the cockpit, as Steve stowed your bags into a deceptively spacious compartment.
“So are you saying that I’m the help and my bags don’t belong with everyone else’s? I’ll have you know…”
Steve finished stowing your bags and turned around, fire in his blue eyes as he stared you down.
“Hold on a second.”
His voice was low, but deep, and the look on his face both scared and thrilled you.
“I’m putting them up here so you can access them quickly and easily. It’s where my bags are stowed.”
He raised his eyebrow at you and bent his head closer.
“Are you calling ME the help?”
You felt as though there was a threat behind his words, almost as if you were going to get a spanking. And that you would like it.
You cleared your throat and straightened your spine, chin coming up so your eyes met his.
Steve looked into your face, those eyes, that skin, that mouth. He felt your body, especially your chest, nearer to him, and he gulped. He wanted to kiss you, but then remembered that you hated him.
Your stare turned to his lips as you had your own thoughts about what you wanted to do, but then two arms enveloped you from behind.
“THERE'S MY LOVIEEE!”
Aria pulled you close to her, and to Steve started moving around you two, trying to escape.
“Not so fast, Sir. I want to hear all about the date. I’m not going to have to fix her up again, am I? Her coochie has cobwebs from not having dick for over a year. And your dildo doesn’t count.”
Steve coughed and looked down at the floor, intrigued now that he knew that bit of information. God it made him want to feel you around him even more now. Visions of you and a dildo were everywhere in his head. He glanced at the baggage compartment, wondering if Jake was along for the trip.
You could feel yourself flush and you wanted to jump off the plane.
“Ha ha. Little Sisters.” You smiled at Steve. “They have a tendency to exaggerate and embellish.”
Aria was as pure as she was brash.
“Oh no. I remember when we bought him, three months after you broke up with Frank. You named it Jake.That was this time last year.”
You heard Steve cough and you glared at him and then Aria. Her wide smile was so punchable right now, but you kept your composure.
“But I see that I interrupted some chemistry here. I’m glad I don’t have to find you yet another date.” She looked from you to Steve. “Or doooo I?”
Fuck. You couldn’t do it again. No more blind dates. You looked at Steve and silently pleaded with him. He caught your look and responded to Aria.
“It was… great.”
He didn’t sound too convincing, but when Aria looked back at you, she saw you nodding enthusiastically.
Aria smiled then pouted. “And here I am interrupting your moment.”
She waved her arms and pushed you up against Steve, heading to the main cabin.
“I’ll give you some privacy.”
You were shoved up against Steve, feeling his long, lean body against yours. His arms came up around you as you looked up into his face, feeling his breath fanning yours. You heard Aria singing.
“Y/N and Steve sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g…”
You groaned and buried your face in his chest, feeling his heartbeat through his uniform. Then you looked back up at him.
“Please. Just for the trip. It’s only for a week. I can’t go on another terrible date with a terrible human. I would owe you big time. I could fix you up with some pretty famous people. You have the right look.”
You thought that’s what he would like, since he didn’t like you.
Steve stiffened and pushed you away from him.
“I’ll do it, because I feel your pain. No need for that kind of repayment. When Aria’s around, we’re hot and heavy. Got it. You probably need to go to your seat now. We’ll take off soon.”
He turned around and opened the cabin door, about to close it when a large hand came from behind you and stopped it.
“Excuse me, Steve forgets that he can’t fly for 8 hours by himself.”
Barnes smiled at you, and you smiled back weakly. You were reeling a little from Steve’s disgust of you. Steve was already in the Captain’s chair as Barnes maneuvered around you and into the cabin. You turned around and went back to your seat before he closed the cockpit door. You put your earbuds in, pulled up your hoodie and tried to sleep off the bad vibes.
As they were completing preparations for takeoff, Bucky questioned Steve.
“So, are we going to spend the entire flight in silence as you brood over that beautiful woman you just pushed away out there because you’re too awkward to tell her how much you like her?”
Steve just glared at Bucky and then went back to the gauges.
“Alrighty then. 480 minutes of silence. Check.”
The plane landed in Genoa, and you were going to have to be driven to the Cinque Terre area, to the town of Riomaggiore. You had slept most of the flight, having not gotten any sleep the night before.
That was both good and bad, because it was midnight, Italy time and you could stay up with Aria and keep and eye on her, but your sleep schedule would be fucked up for the forseeable future.
Steve helped get your bags, but barely looked at you as you and he and Bucky, as you heard Steve call him, deboarded the plane. There were two cars waiting for you all on the tarmac, and Aria told you the moves for tonight and the accommodations.
“Oh, and you and Steve’s room will have it’s on ensuite bathroom…”
“Hold up. Wait. What? Me and Steve’s room?”
Aria looked non plussed.
“Yeah? Is there a problem? I figured you two would want some quality time!”
You rolled your eyes at Topher’s “Bow chica wow wow” behind you.
“After ONE date?”
Aria raised her eyebrow at you. “Yes, it’s time to retire Jake. Isn’t that right, Steve?”
Steve was amused despite the situation. “Look, I respect Jake…”
“Who’s Jake?”
Bucky wanted to know. You just glared at him and turned back to Aria.
“I’m sorry. But no. He can bunk with Barnes.”
“No, I’M sorry, but Bucky and Sharon have a room.”
You looked at all of them, confused. You thought she was after Steve.
“What, you didn’t know they were a thing?
Fuck. You could do this, you thought.
“Okay…”
You looked at Steve to see if it was okay, and he nodded, a small frown on his face. Great, you had to room with someone who hated you.
The ride to Riomaggiore was uneventful as you proceeded to post to Aria’s socials the progress of the trip so far. Steve was dozing and Sharon and Bucky were not so subtly feeling each other up under his jacket.
When you all arrived and got to your room, your mouth hung open. There was one full sized bed in the small room. The room was generous by European standards, but the bed was a problem. Steve was a large man, and there was no way.
“I’ll bunk on the floor.”
Steve’s voice was deep, but tired. He’d just spent several hours flying you and your family safely over the Atlantic. You felt guilty.
“I’m going out with Aria and the crew. You take the bed and when I get back, we’ll see what’s up then.
Steve didn’t argue with you, just put his bags down.
“Cool. I’m beat. I need a shower and sleep.”
Steve started undressing and you averted your eyes as he pulled his shirt off. Damn. Those abs. That v-cut. You should have brought Jake, but you had no privacy. Luckily, He went into the bath and started the shower before he got completely undressed.
You lay back on the bed and got yourself together. You had to admit that you were attracted to him, but you’d screwed it up when you made assumptions about him at dinner and now you were sure that he hated your guts. But would he mind rearranging them?
You closed your eyes and fantasized about his bare chest and the next thing you knew he was waking you up by calling your name gently. You opened your eyes to a tired, bare chested Steve sitting on the bed next to you. You sat up.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I’ll get out of your way.”
He gave you a tired smile. It was very nice.
“No worries, just didn’t want to… you know.”
You got out of bed to let him have it, noticing that when he stretched out that he was wearing grey sweats. Damn.
“It’s all yours.”
You bit your lip as you said it. You looked up at him and if this was another situation, you’d jump on top of him.
“It is, is it?”
Steve chuckled, but then turned around and immediately got comfortable, his eyes drooping with exhaustion. All you wanted to do was smooth his hair out of his eyes as they drooped with exhaustion. But you just stood there and watched him fall asleep.
You got your things together and quickly showered yourself, slipping into something more appropriate for partying and tipped out of the room without waking him.
You got back in at 6 am, when Aria and Topher finally went back to their suite. You crept into the bathroom to change into your sleep clothes and brush your teeth, praying you didn’t wake Steve, but it seemed that he was awake already when you came back into the bedroom.
“Hey, come here, y/n.”
He sounded sleepy and angry about something.
Shit, you woke him up. You moved to the bed and saw that his eyes were closed.
He sighed and turned onto his back. You watched his face, which was relaxed, and then the sly smile that appeared while his eyes were still closed. Damn, he was pretty.
“Y/N!”
This time he groaned your name. Was he talking in his sleep? You felt like an intruder, but you were curious. You leaned closer to him.
“Fuck Jake the Dildo. I’m gonna make you cum on my cock, y/n. I’ll make that pussy mine. No more toys.”
You couldn’t belive what you were hearing. Steve was talking about fucking you. For some reason you felt elated, yet paralyzed, horny and intrigued. You didn’t hear any more, so you crept toward the other side of the bed and pulled the covers back, only to see that Steve had a giant boner. And giant was an understatement. Damn. He would give Jake some competition, judging from the size of him. But he was asleep and it was just his subconscious at work. He didn’t really feel anything for you. Distaste was the most you could hope for.
You tried to get into the bed and not touch him inappropriately, hanging on to the very edge of the mattress. When you got settled, however, you felt Steve turn around and put his arm around you. You felt him grind his boner into your ass and you definitely didn’t hate it. But it wasn’t right.
You jumped out of the bed and Steve finally woke up, blinking his eyes at you in the dim light.
He took in your form in your tank top and sleep shorts and was confused, then, he looked around and back at you.
“What’s going on?”
His voice, gravely with sleep, wasn't helping the moistness of your panties.
“I’m just trying to get some shut eye.”
Your tone was annoyed, but you were annoyed at yourself, not Steve.
He nodded, looking at his phone for the time. He got the clue that you didn’t want him around. He began to get out of bed, his boner subsided.
“I’ll get out of your way then. Maybe we can sleep in shifts. I’ll go for a run.”
You felt terrible about this entire situation. You sat down on the bed, tired beyond words at the tension.
“Steve, I’m sorry for the other night. I shouldn’t have assumed. You’re a good guy, but I’ve ruined it, and now we’re in this situation and you hate my guts and now we have to pretend we have a thing and this week is going to be soooo long and… I’m sorry. This could have been so different.”
Steve sat back down on the bed.
“I don’t hate your guts.”
You looked back up at him.
“Come on. I’m not stupid? I was a bitch the other night and you haven’t said five words to me strung together and the before the flight you looked like you wanted to spank me and…I’m not stupid, okay?”
You tilted your head at him and he smirked at you as he moved closer.
“You’re right and wrong. You were rude, but the reason that I haven’t said much to you is because I definitely don’t hate you.”
His eyes moved to your lips.
“And I did want to spank you before the flight.”
Your nipples hardened and he moved his eyes downward to see them staring at him. They looked so good through your tank top that he licked his lips.
“Fuck.” You said, whispering.
“Fuck?” He said, tilting his head at you.
“Fuck!”
You said, whimpering louder and leaning forward, jumping on top of him as he took possession of your lips.
His cock got hard again almost immediately against your thigh. You opened your legs and straddled him, gaining pressure and friction at your core where you wanted it. You came up for air and tried to sit up, as his large, strong hands held you by the waist, making you stay down and take his new assault at your neck and down your cleavage.
Steve let you sit up and you started moving against him as his hands went under your tank top to find your insistent nipples. You threw your head back and moaned as he first gently, then with more pressure, fine tuned your body to his frequency.
“Shit, Steve.”
“What do you want, Doll?”
The pet name made you feel some kind of way and you opened your mouth as your hands went to his chest to steady yourself as your soaked panties and shorts rubbed against his dick.
It was at that point, that Steve’s slim hips started pistoning up into you, bringing you embarrassingly close to the edge. Fuck, it had been too long since someone else had touched you.
Steve watched you use him to begin to get off and got possessive. He felt triumphant and wanted to be the only one to make you feel like this. He sat up and captured your lips with his again. You put your arms around his bare shoulders and started lightly scratching his back.
Steve’s hand was on the outside of your shorts, tracing up and down the seam of your pussy lips and making you feral for his touch. You were sucking his tongue now, as if your action would give him a clue to what you wanted to do to him, to have him do to you. He pulled back from you, pupils lust blown as he looked into your eyes.
“I said, what do you want? Can I touch you here? Can I feel how wet you are for me?….” Steve groaned at the fact that you were letting him do this.
“Yes, Steve. Please…”
Quickly, Steve’s long, nimble fingers moved up to reach inside your waistband and slipped down to your soaking wet slit, gliding up and down and around your clit, which was hard and almost vibrating with arousal.
Your breath hitched in your throat and you threw your head back, humming with the impending peak of your desire.
“Already Doll? From just kissing and my fingers? You make me feel….”
Steve pulled your tank top off and grabbed your nipple with his lips, pulling at it insistently as he played in your slit and circled your clit with his tongue. He licked around your areolas sloppily, leaving them as wet as your pussy. Within seconds, the coil inside you snapped and you arched into his hand, your back somehow now against the bed as he made you stay still and take what he was doing to you. He watched you ride the waves of pleasure and whispered praise into your ear.
“Such a good, good girl for me, almost immediately. I can’t wait to clean up this mess you’re making.”
“S-Steve.. I…”
“Shhhhh.”
Steve crawled down your body, pulling your panties and shorts off, spreading your thighs with his hands and holding you open so that he could see you.
He shook his head and bit his lip.
“Damn, I knew you would be beautiful, but this is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
He looked up at you as he stuck his fingers in his mouth and pulled them out, wetter than they had been before and dripping with saliva. You watched as he inserted two into you slowly and roll his beautiful eyes.
“Fuck, so tight. But so wet. Did I do that?”
You shuddered and nodded, closing your eyes in ecstasy at the sensations.
“Eyes, here.”
He commanded you and you obeyed as you watched him dip his head and almost his entire face except for his eyes and forehead into your pussy. He held your gaze as you reached down and grabbed his hair. He licked you up and down, stopping at your clit to suck every so often. You started squirming, and although he spoke it into your pussy, you clearly knew that he was saying, “Stay still.” You shuddered on his tongue and closed your eyes, trying to not cum again so soon.
Suddenly, you felt air and received a stinging, yet pleasurable slap against your clit. You yelped, and Steve put his hand on your mouth, which made you even wetter as he slurped you up.
Since you couldn’t move and you couldn’t close your eyes, you just cursed into his hand until you couldn’t take it any more, your eyes rolling back, your pelvis arching into his face, and your thighs clamping around his ears as you came even harder than before.
You must have been out for a few seconds as you felt him wrap his arms around you, snuggling under the covers. You reached behind you for his dick through his sweats and he moved back, out of reach. When you brought your hand back in front of you is when he got close again. You felt his arousal, yet he wasn’t giving you any.
“Just sleep for now. This is going to be a long week indeed.”
His baritone soothed you a bit and you thought better of protesting as you drifted off to sleep.
You woke up a few hours later, alone in the bed. Steve must have regretted what happened.
Great.
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Fic Recs (9.25.21)
I wanted to share my favorite series/ one shots while I work on my own, please show some love to these amazing writers!
These are in no particular order, some are older, others are more recent, all are amazingly well written.
Previous Fic Rec
Method Acting (Series, Ongoing) by @kinanabinks (18+ Only)
Pairing: Frat!Steve x Reader
Summary: “frat!steve and y/n are close friends, but the lines are starting to blur. if that isn’t confusing enough, enter beryl; a girl who’s hell-bent on making steve rogers hers, no matter what it takes.”
Couldn’t Be Me (Series, Ongoing) by @drunken-imagines
Pairing: College/ Fuck Boy!Bucky x Reader
Summary: “college boy bucky”
Locked Out by @kayteewritessteve
Pairing: Firefighter!Steve x Reader
Summary: “A much needed trip to the laundry room takes a turn for the worse when you realize you’ve locked yourself out of your apartment. The next move you make doesn’t play out quite like you’d hoped and ends up turning south, and fast. But, your luck starts to change when a neighbour finds you in a rather compromising position and offers his help.”
Astrophile (Series, Completed) by god herself @all1e23
Pairing: Firefighter/ Single Dad!Bucky x Bookstore Owner!Reader
Summary: “Orion Rebecca Barnes's favorite thing in the whole world (besides her daddy of course) is spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house and the owner GIVES her any book she wants; she’s the coolest girl Orion has ever met.
It doesn't take long for Bucky to notice his daughter’s sudden interest in constellations and the large stack of astrology related books piling up in her room. He’s spent her entire life trying to teach her about the stars and where her name came from with little interest from his little comet and all of sudden she’s in love.
All thanks to the girl who owns the bookstore?”
Saving Grace (Series, Completed) by @revengingbarnes (18+ Only)
Pairing: Demon!Bucky x Angel!Reader
Summary: “The reader loses her grace, loses everything she has ever known, and is cast down to Earth. Bucky is the demon who loves causing chaos in little human minds. What does he do when he happens upon a broken angel?”
2 Night Stand (Series, Ongoing) by @james-bucky-barnackle (18+ Only)
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: “You found yourself at a club drinking away to forget about the stress of your shitty job as the assistant of the biggest Editor in New York, you end up hooking up with the man of your dreams only to wake up to a nightmare when you find out he’s the son of your boss.”
A Touch of Ink (Series, Completed) by @deamstellarus
Pairing: Single Dad/ Tattoo Artist!Bucky x Reader
Summary: “After a breakup with your ex, you decided to move to the small town where your long-time friend Sam lives, hoping for a change of pace and starting a new chapter in your life. You were prepared for a slower paced lifestyle, quaint diners, and a change of scenery. However, you didn't expect to be swept off your feet by two stunning pairs of blue-grey eyes.”
Burn The Witch (Series, Completed) by @dreamwritesimagines (18+ Only?)
Pairing: Bucky x Spy!Reader
Summary: “The mission was simple; get closer to the Winter Soldier and start a relationship with him to get the necessary information for your superiors to use.
Everyone told you not to get your feelings involved.
You should have listened.”
Real or Fake? By @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: “Nat and Steve try to set you and Bucky up by sending the two of you to be a fake couple on an undercover mission at a fancy gala. Will you two still be pretending by the end of the night?”
Blink Twice (Series, Ongoing) By @simmerandwrite
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: “It was just an undetermined amount of time in a safehouse with a stranger: Bucky “I didn’t come here to make friends” Barnes himself. Would it really be all that different from your lonely life with your cat in the city? Bucky was basically a cat, anyway. He was quiet on his feet, only really made noise when it was dinner time, and you both seemed to just coexist without acknowledging each other. His mandate was to keep you safe. What could go wrong?”
The Stray By @bombsonboard
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: “You make it a habit to feed the stray behind your building. Turns out someone else had the same idea, sickly meet cute ensues”
The Match (Series, Ongoing) By @babyboibucky (18+ Only)
Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Reader
Summary: “You come across your boss’ Tinder profile.”
Untitled By @angrythingstarlight
Pairing: Construction Worker!Bucky x Reader
Summary: “Beefy construction worker Bucky asking you out.”
The Boxer Next Door By @clints-lucky-arrow
Pairing: 1940’s Boxer!Bucky x Nurse!Reader
Summary: “You haven't yet had the chance to introduce yourself to the group of young men who have moved in next door. Especially the handsome one who owns the bedroom window that faces your own. However, on a busy night working in the hospital's emergency room, that chance unexpectedly presents itself.”
Mel’s Cafe By @riverevelations
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: “when a new dark-haired beauty makes his way into your daily life, he becomes the muse for your art. eventually, he becomes the muse for your feelings, as well.”
#fic rec#bucky fic rec#steve fic rec#bucky#bucky barnes#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky imagine#bucky barnes imagine#bucky x you#bucky barnes x you#boxer!bucky#boss!bucky#ceo!bucky#construction worker!bucky#demon!bucky#angel!reader#bucky with tattoos#college!bucky#1940s bucky#college!steve rogers#frat!bucky#frat!steve#book store owner!reader#Fuckboy!bucky#firefighter!bucky#firefighter!steve#tattoo artist!bucky#single dad!bucky#spy!reader
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The Bachelor Disaster
Part I/II
Pairing: dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist fem!reader, almost bratty slut!Bucky Barnes x soft dom!Thor Odinson
Words: 1.2k
Summary: Bucky gets cockblocked.
Warnings: explicit language, almost explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, public sex), slutty Bucky makes dumb decisions, mentions of pregnancy and labor, 18+ ONLY!!!
A/N: Alright, I hadn’t originally planned on this being a two parter, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how to transition between the two big scenes, so I figured I’d cut the transition out and just give you the good stuff!! Hopefully my muse wakes up a little more and I can give you guys part 2 and a wedding before Tuesday 😘
I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library !
“Shut the fuck up, Wilson!” Steve smacked his friend on the shoulder when he booed at him as he dug his phone out of the bin, flipping the rest of the assholes off when they kept hooting good natured insults at him as he wandered away from the table on drunken legs. “I’m not pussy whipped, I’m considerate!”
“Whatever, think you just miss the sound of her voice, lover boy.” Sam grinned and caught the napkin Steve chucked at his head, making kissy noises at the blonde’s back while he wandered away to call you. “Hurry the fuck up, it’s your bachelor party, wanna hit that cigar lounge before it closes!”
Steve didn’t even get a chance to throw a retort back at him before his phone was ringing in his hand, a lopsided grin spreading his lips wide when your face flashed on his screen, finding a secluded and relatively quiet corner to take your call and try to not sound too drunk.
“Baby!” He failed at not sounding drunk, speaking far louder than was necessary but unable to care because he was so happy to hear from you. “I miss you!”
“Oh, Stevie! You sound like you’re having such a good time.” Something in your voice was making him confused, you sounded a little stressed. “Why haven’t any of you been answering your phones?”
“Bucky made a no phones rule for the night, I only picked up because he disappeared somewhere.” He felt himself sobering up as he listened to your voice, something was wrong. “Doll, what is it? Did something happen? Is Sarah ok?”
“Baby, no, don’t worry, everything is fine, sort of.” There was some sort of commotion in the background and your voice was muffled for a second until you came back to him. “Becca’s in labor.”
“What? Oh my god, the twins! Connor’s gonna lose his… shit!” Steve was feeling too many emotions at once, horror finally taking over when he remembered where he was. “Fuuuuuuck, we’re in Toronto.”
“What the fuck are you doing in Toronto?!” Steve could hear someone (he was pretty sure it was Winnie) screech ‘Toronto?’ in the background and he winced. “Steve, you were supposed to stay in the city.”
“Shit, someone mentioned they wanted dim sum and sake and Buck was right there with a recommendation for the best sake place he’d ever been. Yeah, it was Thor.” Steve started rushing back to the group in a frenzy. “Oh my god, they’re going to kill him.”
“There’s a line, you would not believe the looks I started getting when I mentioned Toronto.” At least you sounded amused, chuckling softly while someone with you ranted incoherently. “I think Winnie is calling her son an idiot in several different languages.”
“He is an idiot, a slutty moron.” Steve ignored his friends’ questions as he dug through the phones and chucked Connor’s phone at the man. “Baby, I’ve gotta get these assholes to move, I have to go, I love you so much. Try to talk down the Bucky kill squad, ok? Connor, your wife’s having your babies, get your ass in gear.”
“What?! Goddamn it, I knew we should’ve stayed in New York! Why do I listen to that dumbass?”
“I don’t know, where is the idiot?” Steve looked around as everyone started frantically packing up. “Shit, Thor’s gone too. Where’s the bathroom?”
It didn’t take him long to find it, slamming the door open and sighing indulgently when he walked in to find Bucky on his knees at Thor’s feet with an enraptured look on his face. A look that fell to an annoyed snarl when he spotted Steve out of the corner of his eye while he reached to start undoing Thor’s belt.
“Get the fuck out of here, Rogers, we’re celebrating.” He rubbed his face into Thor’s bulge and groaned at the scent of him, feeling like he was about to melt into the floor when the blonde ran his fingers through his hair and cooed at him.
“Hello Steven.” Thor gave Steve a very pleased grin as Bucky kept mouthing at the outline of his cock through his pants, shushing the brunette when he tried to get Thor to pay attention to him again. “James here was a little insistent, just loves love.”
“Yeah, I’m happy for you, but we have to go.” Steve chuckled when Bucky growled at him and shot him a venomous glare, striding forward to start the task of pulling the two of them apart. “Buck, your sisters having the babies, we have to leave now.”
“What?!” Bucky froze and gazed at Steve with wide eyes, spluttering uselessly while Thor did up his pants in a rush and the two of them dragged the stunned man to his feet. “But she’s not due for another two weeks!”
“I’m sure she’ll appreciate you explaining that to her once we get there.” Steve and Thor dragged the poor man out of the bathroom while he still kept spluttering hopelessly. “Please let me me there when you try to justify this to her and your mother.”
“Oh my god, my mother!” Bucky sucked in a harsh breath and dug in his heels once they got him outside, shaking his head with a horrified look on his face as Steve frowned at him and Thor held open the back door to the car. “Steve, they’re going to kill me! Maybe I should just stay here.”
“No, you’re not going to miss the birth of your nephews just because every woman in your life wants to hurt you a little bit right now.” Steve finally shoved him into the car and they took off, Bucky pouting to himself as the two blondes just grinned at each other. “Your jet gonna be able to meet us at the airport, Odinson?”
“Yes, and I believe Samuel is arranging for a police escort from La Guardia, so with any luck we should be at the hospital within three hours.” Thor grinned when Bucky let out a sullen huff as he leaned on him, winking at Steve when he rolled his eyes before turning to nuzzle into Bucky’s hair. “That’s enough pouting, James, you know I don’t appreciate brats. You’re going to meet your nephews soon, cheer up.”
“No, I’m so happy I’m gonna meet those little dudes and Becca’s gonna be such a good mom.” Bucky relaxed a little when Thor pressed his lips to his temple, giving Steve a small, slightly goofy smile when the giant bit at his ear before it fell into another whine. “I was just so fucking close!”
“Oh my god, do not complain about getting cockblocked by your sister going into labor, they already want your head on a pike.” Steve shook his head and dragged Bucky off Thor once they arrived at the airport.
“We’ll get another chance, love, don’t worry.” Thor cooed at Bucky when he started pouting again as they boarded the plane, grinning at the rest of their friends before pulling the stairs back up and letting the pilot know they were ready to go. “Just worry about apologizing to your mother and sister so they don’t actually kill you.”
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Hey Anon! I’m so glad you asked this because Mob/Mafia! Any version of those boys is my favorite. In my previous fic recs I recommended...
If love was an option by @mianorth » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Part 1 🦋 Part 2 🦋 Part 3
Good Little Wife & Good Little Girl by @donutloverxo » Mob!Andy Barber x Reader – A little dark and it has some really good smut in it.
Blackmail by @stargazingfangirl18 » Soft!DarkMafia Andy Barber x Female Reader — You were just doing it to protect your family, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, especially once you started to like it. (One-Shot)
Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Bucky is having a bad day, you can help him feel good. (Part of Mafia Monday’s)
Run To You by @bestofbucky » Mob!Boss Bucky x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. (Series)
Can’t Run, Can’t Hide by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!MafiaBucky Barnes x Reader — When you get noticed by the infamous mob boss, you flee. But Bucky doesn’t like to be denied anything and he’s coming for you. (One-shot)
Six Feet | Ch.1 ⚰️ Ch.2 by @queenoftheworldisdead » Dark Mob!Steve x Reader + Dark Mob!Bucky x Reader — Your family’s small funeral home comes into financial trouble. In desperation your father finds the most unlikely solution to solve his financial problems. | (Short Series)
Bankrupt by @mypoisonedvine » dark!40’s!Mob!Stucky x Reader — Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension. When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems.
Partition by @angrythingstarlight » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky comforts you after a bad day, and your boss learns why no one messes with his girl. —> Part 2: Let Me Show You — You wanted to know what your mobster boyfriend did, lucky for you he’s more into the show then tell.
Say the word and it’s yours by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mobster boyfriend rescues you from a long, boring day at work. Bucky always said, “ask and its yours”
Lost Without You by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky Barnes would be lost with you. You’re his everything and he plans on spending Valentine’s Day proving it to you.
All Dressed In White by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader — You were going to marry someone else, Bucky won’t let that happen. You belong to him now and forever. Till Death Do You Part.
Thick As Thieves by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mafia!Steve Rogers — The only thing the Mafia hates as much as snitches are thieves. And you’re planning on stealing from Bucky and Steve, what happens if you get caught?
Won’t Let You Go by @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay » Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC!Kori — Kori met Bucky in one of his clubs, out to get shit-faced with a couple of friends to forget about her worries and maybe take home a guy to further rid herself of her numerous frustrations. Little did she know that the one-night stand with Bucky would turn into so much more than that.
Tell Me What You Want by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again.
To Have & To Hold by @slyyywriting » Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader — Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.(series)
✨ Mob!Sugar Daddy!Stucky Moodboard by @brattycherubwrites » Mob!Stucky x Reader
✨ Laced Around Your Throat by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it.
✨ Hidden Gems by @jtargaryen18 » Mob!Steve Rogers x Mob!Daughter Reader — Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.
Necessary Arrangements by @stargazingfangirl18 » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x (Different) Fem! Reader ft. Ransom Drysdale » One of my favorite series, chapters are decent sized and the smut is so good!
Hugs My Love by @thatfuckingweirdo » Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You just really need a hug, and Bucky is the only one you want it from.
my old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam by @cloudystevie » Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader — steve gives you what you want… kind of.
Brooklyn Wars by @world-of-aus » Stucky x Reader
Petals and Bullets by @revengingbarnes » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader (One of my all time favorites series)
I would check out @sinner-as-saint’s Masterlist they have quite a few Mob!Bucky series and one-shots that I have loved in the past.
Special by @buckycuddlebuddy » Bucky Barnes x Reader — this one-shot is really hot.
Love, Honor, and Obey by @constantwriter85 » Bucky Barnes — This one is good and I need to catch up on.
Mafioso by @captain-barnes-writes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Please do yourself a favor and read.
Lipstick and Crayons by @oneoftheprettynerds » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - In Progress
A really good DarkMob!Steve Drabble called Please Hurt Me by @gotnofucks *chefs kiss*
The Mobster’s Little Girl by @smutsonian » Steve Rogers x Reader
off to the races 🐻 off to the races 2 by @harryspet » Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader
The Ignorant Beauty & the Beast by @mysterioh » Steve Rogers x Reader – With 21 parts sadly it hasn’t been updated in 8 months, it’s one of my favorite Mob!Steve Roger fics out there. *Thanks to @inactivewhore I found out this story was moved to AO3 and is now called where angels fear to tread it was last updated on 13/11/20*
What It Takes by @cherienymphe » Bucky Barnes x Reader — You left Bucky once you found out who he really is. The one thing you thought would guarantee your safety ends up sealing your fate.
Welcome Home by @punani » Chris Evans x Black!Reader — He’s been away for awhile, but he knows that his girl’s loyalty to him knows no bounds. Knows she’s been waiting for him after her adamancy in telling him there was no other option. It’s only right to make the reunion a memorable one. | So, so, so, so freaking good!
These are what I found on Tumblr that I plan on reading.
Handmaid by @extremelyblackandwhite » Sebastian Stan x ingenue!Reader — y/n works as a handmaid for the daughter of an influential mob leader who is promised to the new boss of the most powerful mob family in new york, sebastian.
AO3 Website Reccomendations
Satellite Heart » Stucky x Reader — You used to be Steve and Bucky's girl. Then they fucking left without saying goodbye. Little did they know, you were pregnant. But life went on. You raised your Talia to the best of your ability. But one day, everything goes to shit. Now your boys are back in your life. And they're not planning on leaving anytime soon.
Little Fox A/B/O Series » Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Soft!Dark Natasha Romanoff x OFC! & Peter Parker x Soft!Dark Tony Stark — So I can’t stress this enough you need to read the tags for this series and I kept getting confused as I read this story as to how old Violet Mason is. But this series takes you on a roller coaster, I like it, my cousin didn’t finish it, I need to catch up.
Pelmeni *finished* » Stucky x Reader — James Bucky Barnes has a good life, as a member of a powerful organized crime syndicate. His best friend Steve is a member too and his literal partner in crime. Bucky's got a problem though. You. His longtime love and secret girlfriend. Unfortunately, your father is his boss and has plans for you that involve normal life. Steve has a problem too. Steve wants in on your relationship and more than the semi-regular/occasional steamy threesomes. You don't have a problem, you're just busy with a big mob wedding coming up, which means a big celebration, that you're busy catering for.
Dying For This Love » Dark!Bucky x Reader — That was before. When you were Bucky’s girl. Now, you have a score to settle. That’s why you’re wearing Bucky’s favorite red satin dress, the one with the cuts that reach right up to the tops of your thighs, the tennis necklace he gifted you for your anniversary, and are fresh off of a mani/pedi and hair appointment. He’s going to regret the day he fucked with you. | This one is intense and a tad bit dark, but the smut is good.
off to the races » Steve Rogers x Reader — In which you call the kingpin your Daddy.
The Mobster’s Little Girl » Steve Rogers x Reader — what happens when the big bad mobster gets blackmailed by your father to marry you? (kind of fluffy kind of not. kinda dark kinda not.)
Brooklyn Sweethearts » Dark!Stucky x Reader — Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise. | Probably one of my all time favorite Mafia!Stucky stories I have ever read, just sadly it also hasn’t been updated in like 8 months and I keep hoping it will get updated.
Hot Doll » Skinny!MobBoss Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers is on the rise in the New York underground as you’re trying to keep your own place there. | Dark and good!
Doctor Doctor » Steve Rogers x PlusSize! Reader — (1940 Mobster AU!) You're a war widow down on her luck; and the King of Brooklyn, Steve Rogers, takes notice. | Another one of my favorites. A little bit dark as well.
The Widow » Dark!MobBoss x Reader — It’s the 1920s and everyone’s having a roaring time but you. | Trust me it’s just dark enough.
Those are just some on AO3, I would just go through Mafia AU tag and go to filter and click Avengers or Captain America.
#you ask i answer#ktk rec ‘21#ktk rec#ktk fic rec#mob!bucky#mafia!bucky#mob!andy barber#andy barber#andy barber x reader#bucky barnes x reader#mob!steve#dark!steve x reader#stucky x reader#fanfiction recommendation#fanfic rec#mob!sebastian stan#mob!sebastian stan x reader#mob!chris evans
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detention, retention, and draco malfoy being a little shit
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pairing: draco x reader
request: no not really
summary: golden trio friend y/n y/l/n tries to extract information out of draco malfoy after being placed in detention together.
warnings: swearing, panic attack kinda stuff, just the dark war things that would come w having the task that draco does
a/n: ayo so i started this as a fic i was originally planning on writing in a week. i discontinued it bc i didn’t think anyone was that interested, but i’ve written for it on and off. it’s about 16k words right now standing, but i’m reposting this as a 2 part series. here are the first ~12k words....enjoy :) IMPORTANT: if you’re like “hey i started reading this in october why tf are you reposting the first two parts” just keep reading ok lmao i promise there’s more there’s about through part 6 in here hehe. i just wanted new readers to be able to pick up on it without being turned off by the fact that it was part 3. this will b e 2 parts and at least 20k words
word count: 11.6k
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For legal purposes, the york pudding she lobbed at Pansy Parkinson’s head on Monday evening was simply meant to be a joke. She didn’t know that her aim was bad enough that it was going to get in Snape’s hair instead--honestly, it wasn’t even supposed to get past the Ravenclaw table, much less veer to the left to make a beeline for the professors--but no matter how much she tried to explain this to McGonagall, her sentence remained the same: detention every Friday. For two months.
Her life was ending for sure.
“I honestly don’t know what you were expecting,” Hermione told her as she gently wiped off the nib of her quill later that night in the common room. “Even if you had hit your mark, that’s still technically assault.”
“Did you even hear what she said to me? She told me that I looked like the type of kid that bit people in primary school,” complained Y/N. “I didn’t even think she knew what primary school was!”
Hermione snorted. “How long ago?”
“Two days. I’ve been waiting until there was something throwable on the dinner table.”
“How very analytic of you.”
“I’m going to hit you.”
“And you wonder why you’ve got detention.” Hermione tsk-ed at her, her face stone serious but her tone light hearted. “Maybe take this as an opportunity to, I don’t know, do your homework for once? So you won’t have to have a breakdown over the next Potion’s essay and beg me to write it for you?”
“I’m going to go to sleep and think terribly mean thoughts about you.”
“Have fun.”
~
Detention.
Something that Y/N wasn’t completely unfamiliar with--she’d done her time organizing Snape’s cabinets, just like every other Gryffindor--but it was different when it came to McGonagall. An impressive old lady, she thought that McGonagall saw something in her. She was always the first to chuckle at Y/N’s jokes and hesitated to reprimand her stupid behavior. And she never gave Y/N detention.
Until now, she supposed. 6th year was changing a lot of things--even their Potions professor--so McGonagall turning a new stone shouldn’t have been anything shocking.
At least, not as shocking as the first thing Y/N saw as she walked into her house head’s office.
“Malfoy?” she spat.
The platinum blonde didn’t even bother to look up from his desk.
“Miss Y/L/N,” Professor McGonagall chided. “I think we would all prefer if you restrained yourself from getting into any more physical altercations with Slytherins.”
She huffed, plopping down in the chair furthest away from that foul git and reaching for her satchel.
“I’ll be back in two hours,” said the elderly professor. “If I hear anything, and I mean anything, other than the sound of studying, consider your sentence doubled.”
With a swish of her robes, McGonagall was gone, leaving her with Malfoy.
“So what’d you do to get in here, huh? Did the administration finally get a hold of that video of you licking Voldemort’s toes?”
“What the fuck does that mean?!” he snapped, whipping around to glare at her.
“‘s just a joke,” said Y/N. “Like--how everyone says your family houses him and everything--but whatever. I can tell it’s a sore spot.”
His gaze, never withering in intensity, remained trained on her face. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Apparently so. What’re you here for?”
He exhaled sharply. “If I tell you, will you shut up and let me think?”
“No promises, but maybe.”
“Late work. I forgot to turn in the Transfiguration exam last week.”
She made a tutting sound as she lazily shuffled through the crumpled parchment in her satchel. “I expected more from you. Aren’t you gonna ask me how I wound up here?”
“No. I am going to ask you to stop talking now, though.”
~
“That’s terribly unfortunate,” Hermione said over breakfast the next morning. Ron and Harry were nervously chit chatting at the other side of the table over the Saturday Quidditch game against Hufflepuff--supposedly it was supposed to be quite a high stakes match. Not like Y/N cared much, though.
“Yeah! And the worst part was that he won’t even tease anymore. Like, he just sits there all broody and woe is me. We’re all witnessing our nation’s descent into war--he’s not special!”
“Who are you talking about?” asked Harry.
“Oh, just Malfoy,” said Y/N. “We have detention together with McGonagall. He’s such a nasty little greaseball, don’t you think? I mean, look at him right now, glowering over his cereal.”
“Wait! That’s it!”
“What’s it, Harry?” Hermione asked.
“It’s genius, really,” he said. “Y/N has to spend time with him alone every week, and we know that something is up with him. Malfoy is absolutely a Death Eater and has connections to You-Know-Who, but I just need to find a way to prove it.”
“I vaguely forecast where this is going, and I hate it already.”
“Listen, Y/N. It’s not for that long, and it’s for the health of the wizarding world. If you just get to know him--”
“Ick!”
“If you just get to know him, maybe get him to trust you and find out his secrets...we’d finally have enough to turn him in and throw him out of Hogwarts for good.”
“Is that really necessary, Harry?” Ginny butted in from her seat further down next to Dean. “Malfoy’s probably just exhausted like the rest of you. 6th year is difficult, and we have no solid evidence that he’s a Death Eater. I’m sure being stuck in a room with him for 2 hours is hard enough without pretending to be nice to him.”
“But what if Harry’s right?” said Y/N. “What if he is actually a Death Eater? What if he’s an active danger to the student body?”
“Exactly!” The joy written across Harry’s face at the prospect of someone else finally agreeing was infectious. “So will you?”
“Er…” She dragged her spoon across the top layer of her porridge. “In theory, sure. In actuality, I’m not sure how I could do it. Malfoy doesn’t want anything to do with me, either.”
“Love potion?” offered Ron.
“I don’t care how much of a prat he is, I’m not roofying him.”
“I rarely agree with you, Y/N, but I think you’re right. If you want to do this, you need to get him to trust you for real.”
“Your back-handed compliment skills never disappoint, Hermione. Do you think you could help me out with a plan?”
A slow smile spread across the girl’s face as she nodded. “That’s my strong suit.”
The plan they laid out over the remainder of the day was ambitious but at least do-able. Each week was split into different subtasks, the end goal being a somewhat tentative friendship between the two.
“If you can flirt with him and get him to have a crush on you without scaring him off, you’d be in the best possible position,” Hermione told her as they walked back from the Quidditch pitch among the screaming Gryffindor fans. They’d won--yet again. “Obviously I don’t foresee that being likely, but if you pull it off somehow he’d probably be willing to tell you anything. The fact that you’re a pureblood is going to carry you through this whole ordeal. He’ll at least be accepting of your existence in the wizarding community.”
The bitter edge in Hermione’s tone made Y/N’s blood boil. There was no reason for Malfoy to be as prejudiced as he was--he’d spent his adolescence in Hermione’s academic dust. She was obviously smarter than him.
“You got it, ‘Mione,” she said. Her voice barely carried over the cheers of her peers as they ascended the steps to the common room. “We’ll take this little ferret down. I can’t wait.”
“Don’t get too cocky, now.”
The Gryffindor after-party was crazy...per usual. The charmed self-filling goblets, the blasted playlist of Wizpop pumping through the air, and the buzzing energy of the room was giving Y/N a giant headache. She stood with Hermione and Harry by the edge of the crowd, watching Ron get hoisted up on the shoulders of the chasers.
“No wonder the Slytherins think we’re Neanderthals,” Y/N mused. For once, Hermione didn’t respond. “Hermione? Is everything okay?”
The second she turned away to look at her best friend, gasps and whistles filled the room. She whipped back just in time to see Lavender Brown, a sweet but slightly ditzy girl in their year, pull away from a kiss with Ron.
“Oh shi--Hermione!”
Harry and Y/N shared a glance before darting after the witch--who had impressively already made it to the door.
“Hermione, wait!” Y/N called as they jogged after her, throwing open the common room entrance and finding her sat by the tapestry on the other side of the hall, knees to her chest.
“‘Mione, what’s wrong?” asked Harry.
“Don’t be daft, Harry,” said Y/N. “You saw exactly what the rest of us did.”
“I don’t understa--”
“Harry.” Her voice was taut. “I know you’re just trying to help, but I think that it might be best if you let us be. Go back and enjoy the party.”
He gave her a tight, grateful smile before darting back through the door. Y/N wasted no more time in walking over to Hermione and throwing her arms around her shoulders.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, hugging her tight. Hermione made no move to detach them, so she continued. “Ron is an idiot. You deserve so much better--your first kiss was Viktor fucking Krum, after all. You’re hot stuff and this place is just unfortunately running dry of men who are impressive enough for you. Once you’re out of here and working in the Ministry, you’re gonna have the time of your life with men actually in your league.”
Hermione managed a sniffly laugh as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “It’s just so fucking embarrassing, you know. Like, I have a crush on him because I think he understands me and I smelled him in my Amortentia and I thought he’d like me back, but…” She hiccuped. “Then he goes off and kisses Lavender Brown, of all people. There’s nothing particularly wrong with her or anything, but she’s so different...I’m so bookish, and she’s so girly and everything I’m not…”
Y/N took the opportunity to tuck a lock of Hermione’s hair behind her ear as she listened.
“And it can’t help but make me think--was I ever anything to him but a friend? If the girl he ends up choosing is the opposite of me?”
“Girly, don’t think like that,” murmured Y/N. “He’s a teenage boy. They don’t think of love the way that we do--to them it’s a game of availability, not of choice. At least for Ronald. You intimidate him, and by extension, you’re not available.”
“That shouldn’t matter!”
“You’re right. It shouldn’t.” Y/N drew a long breath. “So you should find someone who always has you as their first choice--someone who isn’t intimidated by your intellect. They’re out there. I promise.”
Hermione managed a shaky smile. “Thanks, Y/N. I mean it. Do you mind if I have some alone time? I don’t think I’m ready to go back to the party but I just want some quiet.”
“Of course. Let me know if you need me,” she said, brushing herself off and making to walk down the hall.
“You’re not going back to the party?”
“Nah. It hurts my head and I want fresh air. If I’m not back here in a half hour, assume that I’ve been kidnapped.”
With that, she started her walk. She wasn’t planning on going on a long stroll--there was a small balcony that she often went to when she needed to clear her head. It was beautiful, especially on a snowy night like this.
But the walk was creepy.
There was only one way in and out--a narrow, damp hallway that had absolutely no light fixtures. If Y/N really wanted to, she could cast a quick lumos, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to see what lived on the walls. The stairs were steep, too, but she managed to bound up all 40 of them in record time.
“Who’s there?”
The sudden voice ripped a scream out of Y/N’s throat as she reached the top, catching a glimpse of the shadowy figure at the edge of the balcony that spoke. She clasped her hand over her mouth and she crept forward to the opening, getting a better look at the person that was in her secret spot.
The clouds shifted in the sky to allow more moonlight to cast a soft glow on Malfoy’s face, hardened with irritation.
“Malfoy?” Y/N asked, rather dumbly.
“What stellar observational skills,” he drawled.
She felt her cheeks grow hot. “What are you doing here? This is part of the Gryffindor tower. Shouldn’t you be...I don’t know...playing hide and seek with the sewer rats in the dungeons?”
“Very funny.” His flat tone exposed the fact that he did not, in fact, find it very funny. “There’s no rule barring me from coming up here.”
“But why? This is my spot!”
“Because I wanted to get out. Now, I was here first, so unless you want your detention extended, I suggest you leave.”
Y/N bit the fiery comebacks on the tip of her tongue as the memories of her plan with Hermione began floating back to her.
Week 1 -- Hold one neutral, civil conversation with Malfoy.
“I’ll be quiet. You won’t even know I’m here,” Y/N decided upon. leaning up against the balcony. The rogue snowflakes that made it past the overhanging roof melted on her cheeks.
“That isn’t a suggestion,” said Malfoy. “I’m demanding you leave.”
“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” Y/N asked, pointedly ignoring his words. “I’ve always loved the snow. It’s so quiet.”
“And it would be even quieter if you left.”
“Aren’t you the conversationalist?” said Y/N.
“If you don’t leave, I will hex you,” Malfoy told her through gritted teeth.
“I just love how the moonlight reflects off of the snow,” continued Y/N. “It’s so...pure.”
“Please leave.”
On her walk back down the dank stairwell, she allowed herself a little smile.
Task 1? Technically done.
~
The first week went largely as planned. Malfoy was cold and certainly suspicious of her, but he wasn’t completely venomous when Y/N asked where he got his quill from in Potions. It was silver, charmed to shimmer with flecks of forest green. He told her Barnaby’s in France, and that was that. She walked away from his table with all of her limbs attached. Perhaps that was all the progress she was going to make in the next few weeks, but the task at hand certainly made the prospect of her lost Friday afternoons more bearable.
Harry was going completely batty, rambling on about how Malfoy was behind the mysterious cursed objects that had been floating about the castle without explanation.
“And why would Malfoy bring cursed objects to Hogwarts if he has aspirations other than being expelled?” Hermione would ask over their books.
“You don’t understand, Hermione! You girls need to be careful walking around at night--especially you, Y/N. I don’t want you going missing after detention because of that slimeball.”
Y/N always gave him a laugh, berating him for his slight misogynistic commentary and turning back to whatever her task was, but the truth was that she was worried for him. The mental weight of the impending war and the fact that he couldn’t do anything about it was certainly getting too difficult for him to bear. It was heartbreaking to see the vivacious boy she’d grown up with crumble under the responsibilities of something he should never have to worry about in the first place.
Friday came much sooner than expected, and Y/N reluctantly left her friends in the common room to trek to McGonagall’s office. The walk was frigid and the wind bit at her cheeks as she rounded the last outdoor hall.
Why was this castle so dark?
A thump behind her made her jump, and Harry’s words came floating back to her.
Remember all those cursed objects? What if there’s someone just...stalking the school grounds, waiting for someone like me to snatch?
She shivered, throwing herself at the office door and slamming it behind her.
“Miss Y/L/N,” Professor McGonagall greeted, her eyebrows raised in amusement. “Something giving you trouble?”
“No, Professor,” she answered, setting her bag down on the desk next to Malfoy. He sent her a curious look as well. “It’s just cold outside.”
She chuckled. “I need to go speak to Headmaster Dumbledore. I expect that, upon my return, you both are in one piece and alive.”
“I’m not sure if I’m the one who needs to be given that speech,” said Y/N, bored and testing the waters.
“She’s right, Professor,” added Malfoy. “There’s no projectiles here.”
McGonagall exhaled a long, shaky breath before brushing herself off. “Please. Behave yourselves.”
“You got it, boss,” she said as she watched her Professor walk out the door. “So, Malfoy. How was your week?”
“I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’d way prefer if you didn’t speak to me,” he said, refusing to make eye contact.
“I’m not up to anything! We’re in detention together and, I dunno, since I see you sometimes at balls, I thought it’d be nice to be on good terms.”
“Good terms?” He scoffed. “You’re a Gryffindor. I’d rather you be a bloody Hufflepuff.”
“How about neutral terms?”
Even though he wasn’t looking at her, she could catch a glimpse of him rolling his eyes. “If neutral terms mean you being quiet, then, yes. Please.”
“I’ll be plenty quiet. After I hear about your opinion on what happened in Potions today with Brown and Weasley. When Snape yelled at them for holding hands.”
He let out a sharp sigh. “Believe it or not, I actually have better things to do than keep up with whatever stuff your house does.”
“But…?” Y/N pressed. She may not’ve spent her time at Hogwarts as Malfoy’s best friend, but she had grown up with the boy, and she could tell when he was holding back.
He stared blankly at her.
“Come on. I’m literally the only person in my house who’ll openly admit that they’re disgusted by that dynamic. I’m begging you.”
She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, but she thought she saw a flicker of amusement dance across his face for a moment. “Your house sounds more like a cult than a student group.”
“Oh, says the one from Slytherin,” said Y/N.
“We only act like that because our families are close. What’s your excuse? Hormones and Quidditch culture?”
“Touché.” As much as she wanted to fight back, she bit her tongue. Whatever she was doing was making progress, and quicker progress than she was expecting. Her next task was to make him laugh, and she was emboldened by the fact that she could potentially be able to kill two birds with one stone.
They sat in silence for a little bit, but this time, it was a comfortable silence. Malfoy wasn’t staring at the clock on the wall or rolling his eyes at her every move, so she had time to plot.
On one hand, she could make a fool of herself--drop her inkwell, say something stupid in class, fall down the stairs--but she had a sneaking suspicion that her sorry attempts at slapstick humor wouldn’t land well with Draco anymore. He’d become so serious lately, so solemn. This was the most light hearted she’d seen him, even compared with how he acted with the rest of his Slytherin lackeys.
On the other, she could try to sell out her friends. She could confide in him how “big” Hermione’s teeth were (they weren’t even big) or tell him that Ron smelled of eggs (true, but that was a low blow). Something told her that this would be much more successful, but she wasn’t willing to turn to that so quickly--she was already a week ahead as it was.
“What is it?”
Malfoy’s bored drawl cut through her flurried thoughts. Her cheeks turned pink as she blinked, noticing that she’d been staring at him for far too long. “Nothing. Sorry. I just spaced out.”
“Sure,” he mumbled, giving her another suspicious look before turning back to his work. “Can you maybe space out somewhere other than my face?”
“Where’s your vanity, Malfoy?” she pressed as she leaned back in her chair, hair swinging over the back.
“Shut up,” he snapped. She could tell that whatever connection they’d had in the fleeting moments beforehand was being burnt by the second, but her embarrassment and pride drove her forward.
“Merlin, what’s got you so wound up?” she prompted, noting how deliciously unraveled he looked at this. “Where’s my cool, collected Slytherin?”
He slammed hands on his desk at this, whipping around to glare at her. “What’s your angle, Y/L/N?”
“What?”
“Why are you bothering me?”
“Because I want to.” She beamed.
Malfoy ran his fingers through his hair, mussing up the usual neat manner in which it normally laid on his head. “Compelling. What do you want from me?”
“What do I want…?” She tilted her head at him, narrowing her eyes. “What?”
“You never talk to me,” he explained. “Obviously, I prefer it like that. I can’t help but wonder why suddenly you want to be making small talk. So, what is it you want from me?”
“Malfoy,” she said. “I think you’re a spoiled prick who thinks far too highly of himself and drives me insane. But I also think that you’re funnier than what my friends give you credit for. Granted, you’ve always been annoying, but I don’t want anything from you. I just want to, I dunno, make these next few months less insufferable.” Somehow the lie slipped through her teeth easier than any of her previous bluffs.
He frowned, his mouth opening once before firmly screwing shut into a scowl. “Oh.”
“No offense, Malfoy, but what else can you offer me other than your dazzling personality?” she teased. “You know my family. I don’t need to blackmail you to pay for jewelry I’ve had my eye on or anything.”
He scoffed. “As if I’d say yes.”
“Exactly my point. It’d be fucking weird. Merlin, I’m not trying to butter you up to buy out Borgin & Burkes for me. Do I give off gold-digger vibes? Is that what this is about?”
“Fucking hell.” Malfoy turned to her in disbelief. “Do you ever shut up?”
“Answer my question. Or better yet, pull out your wallet. Wait, did I say that out loud?” She mimed surprise and covered her mouth. “Oh no! What will my mother say now that I’ve squandered my last chance of hitching you? There’s no way I can go home for Christmas break now.”
He rolled his eyes so hard she found herself worried for a moment that they were going to just permanently get stuck in the back of his head. “Hate to break it to you, but you didn’t really have a shot to begin with.”
Ouch.
She huffed and dramatically flopped over the back of her chair, hoping he couldn’t see that she’d flinched. “So you don’t think I’m pretty??”
“Y/L/N,” he snapped, his voice a low warning. “Can I please just work? What is with you today?”
Y/N sent him a sour look before giving her Charms work another look. Malfoy was awfully quiet, and when she snuck any glances at him later on, he was angled to face away from her.
Why did she feel like such shit all of a sudden? She cataloged the past events, trying to pinpoint the exact moment that her stomach dropped. It all made sense when the words “You didn’t really have a shot to begin with” echoed around her head once again. She’d failed Harry. She’d failed Hermione. There was no way that she was going to be able to get him to reveal his secrets now--it’s not like he was confiding in even his closest friends as Harry made apparent when he explained how vague his statements were to his fellow Slytherins on the train. Her only chance would’ve been to somehow get him to fall for her, and that wasn’t going...great. And it had been a pipedream to begin with.
When McGonagall swished back into the classroom to dismiss them, Y/N shot out of there without even looking at Malfoy again. It felt like something was lodged in her throat and she was not going to cry in front of him. No, no. She had to make it to Hermione to tell her what was going on.
“Y/L/N?”
Malfoy’s voice made her pause in her flee as she nearly rounded the corner in front of her, but she refused to look back. It was far enough away that it was possible she didn’t hear him.
“Wait!”
She was up the stairs and speed walking as fast as her legs could carry her to the Gryffindor tower before he even saw which way she went.
~
“I don’t think you understand,” Y/N wailed by the fire as Hermione rubbed her shoulders and Harry sat awkwardly perched on the couch. “I can’t do this. The only way this was going to work was if he had a crush on me, and I don’t think he ever will. I fucked it up! The one time you guys need me, I fuck it up! I let you down!”
Hermione’s left hand stopped its rubbing to rest firmly on her shoulder. “Please don’t be upset. You didn’t let us down. Plus, you’re only, what...two weeks in? You don’t need him to like you to make it work. Just getting him to trust you will be enough, and you’re good at that.”
“I don’t think so,” continued Y/N. “Harry said that he wasn’t even that open on the train when he overheard him talking to all of his friends. And those are purebloods that he likes! That he’s trusted and known for years and years! I’m a friend of you guys, and he knows it. I think he’d figure it out quick.”
“We should take every chance we can get,” said Harry from his spot a few feet away, his eyes lazy and unfocused on the fire crackling in front of them. “You won’t let us down if you can’t get anything, Y/N, you know that! But if you got anything from him, it’d be incredible. It’s a win-win. I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”
“I’m not upset,” she said, her tone becoming defensive. “I just...don’t want to mess this up. I know how much it’d mean if I succeeded.”
“So just try!” Hermione said. “There’s nothing wrong with it. I’m sorry he was kind of mean to you today, but I don’t think that should bother you too much. He should be more afraid of what you’d say if you didn’t care about being a good person.”
“Fucking right on there,” she said, wiping away the frustrated tears. “If I was honest with him, he’d leave crying. He should be grateful that I’m taking this bet so I actually have to be nice to him.”
“That’s the spirit.” Harry leaned over to smack her back like he did his Quidditch teammates after a winning match.
After they’d parted their ways with Harry, Hermione and Y/N made their way slowly up the stairwell to the girls’ dorms.
“Y/N?” Hermione asked, breaking the silence.
“Yeah?”
“Do you think, er…” She paused. “Do you think you were really upset about failing us today? Or was it something else?”
“What do you mean?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “I don’t see what else it would be.”
“I’m sorry,” responded the bright witch. “Forget I ever asked. It was a stupid thing to wonder about.”
“Weirdo,” she teased as she waved her a goodnight and made her way to her dorm.
The next morning, Y/N busied herself with revising her Charms essay over her breakfast--a cup of tea and a half-buttered piece of toast--while Hermione leaned over her shoulder, nodding or grimacing at the corrections she made.
“Did you work during detention? Like, at all?”
“‘Mione,” moaned Y/N. “It’s too early for this. I don’t want a lecture. I just couldn’t focus.”
Her warm brown eyes narrowed as they bore into Y/N’s face. “Why were you distracted?”
“Oh, I, uh…” She stumbled over her words as Hermione drew closer. “Merlin, Hermione. I told you last night. I just felt like I was letting you all down.”
“Mhm,” was all she got in response before her best friend tilted her head back down to the parchment in front of her.
Y/N sat, completely puzzled. What was Hermione on about? She’d been straightforward with what was hurting her--she didn’t want to mess up the only task the Golden Trio had ever given her--and, even if she hadn’t been, Hermione was smart enough to deduce things for herself. So what was she thinking about?
Her eyes drifted over to the Slytherin table where the usual 6th year pureblood gang loitered about, drinking black coffee and sulking--but Malfoy was not to be seen. She jumped when her eyes met Parkinson, her dark eyes burning into her soul as a deep scowl was written across her face.
“Malfoy, what the fuck do you want?” Ron’s voice pulled her back to reality to see him glaring somewhere behind her.
“I wasn’t here to talk to you,” a familiar voice drawled.
She turned to see Malfoy standing behind her, a sneer written all across his stupidly pretty face.
“Miss me already?” asked Y/N as she raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side.
“For fuck’s sake, stop doing that,” he mumbled, reaching into his pocket and throwing a box at her. “You forgot your quill. I took the liberty of properly storing it, because it seems like you lot like to just throw them in your bag. Makes me physically ill to watch.”
“Oh.” Y/N studied the intricate box in her hands before tucking it away in her knapsack. “Thanks? I guess?”
He nodded curtly, contorting his face into one last scowl to send to Ron before turning and leaving,
“So,” Hermione began, cutting her omelet at a much brisker pace, “I think we need to have a little chat. About...all of this.”
“Why?”
“Not right now,” she said, her voice low and her eyes flicking at Ron and Harry sitting across from them. “I don’t think it’d benefit us for them to hear.”
“Ok?” She cautiously took a bite out of her toast and continued staring Hermione down. “You’re scaring me.”
“It’s...I don’t know. I thought I was crazy for thinking this, but it seems like we need to talk about it anyways. For this little mission of yours to work, we need to be totally open and honest with each other.”
“Sure.” Y/N took another bite. “I honestly have no clue what’s got you so on edge, though.”
“Who’s on edge?” Harry asked, leaning over the table and stealing the croissant on Y/N’s plate.
“Hey!” she exclaimed. “Do you not see the entire plate of them over there?”
He laughed, sending her an easy grin and dunking a piece into the hot chocolate in his mug.
“Finders keepers. Say, Y/N, are you busy next weekend? Ron and Lavender are going to Madame Puddingfoot’s together, and I know Hermione isn’t going to want to take a weekend off studying to go to Hogsmeade, so I thought that maybe we could go cause some trouble at the Cauldron.”
“If you stop stealing my food we can talk about it,” replied Y/N, the corners of her lips tugging up into a grin.
“Deal.”
Hermione tugged at her arm. “I just realized I need to get something out of my room before we watch the Quidditch game. Will you come with me, Y/N?”
“Sure!” said Y/N. “Gee, I’m rolling in invitations today.”
Once they exited the dining hall, though, it immediately became evident that they were not actually heading up to the dorms. Hermione dragged her into the nearest bathroom before casting a quick silencing charm.
“Myrtle! Are you in here?” Only when she was sure silence was the only response to her question, she seemed satisfied to turn to Y/N and begin talking. “When were you going to tell me that you have a thing for Malfoy?”
“I’m sorry, what?” Y/N felt the heat that had risen to her cheeks from the last quill-encounter re-emerge.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” said Hermione. “Are you seriously going to expect me to believe that you nearly sobbed over some random pureblood git telling you you never had a chance with him because it might slow down your progress with helping us? Actually? I’ve seen you look more ecstatic about hearing that your dear granny passed away.”
“To be fair, she had really good life insurance,” Y/N cut in. “And she was an old hag. Never had a nice thing to say to me.”
“Life insurance or no life insurance...you can’t seriously expect me to believe that you were just upset about not being able to help us as much. That was ridiculous. I don’t buy it. And the way you blushed like crazy when he came over to talk to you--the way you try and pretend like you can flirt...please. Y/N, it’s clear as day. I know you, and I know you have a crush on him.”
“Hermione!” hissed Y/N. “You have no clue what you’re talking about!”
“Yes, I think I do,” she pushed. “And you need to be honest with me if you want to be of any help right now.”
Her bossiness lit a fire of rage in Y/N’s chest, but she sucked in a deep breath, shutting her eyes before releasing it. “Believe me when I say I haven’t ever acknowledged any feelings I may or may not have towards him.”
“Ok.” Her face softened. “I know it might take time, but I honestly do think I’m right. Please just...be careful. This is a really odd situation to get caught up in if you actually have feelings for the other person. You’re trying to manipulate him, for Merlin’s sake.”
“And if I have these feelings for him, I’ve done a pretty damn good job of suppressing them for however long they’ve been here.”
Hermione sighed. “That’s true. I’m just saying that spending this much time with him is probably only going to make things worse. Will you please tell me if anything changes between the two of you?”
“Anything changes?” Y/N’s voice was dripping in disbelief. “You’re joking. Even if I was obsessed with him I don’t think there’s ever a chance of hell in anything ‘changing’ between us. He said it himself.”
“You know what I mean, Y/N,” responded Hermione. “Just promise me, ok?”
“Ok,” said Y/N. “I promise.”
That seemed to satiate Hermione as she nodded approvingly at her friend. “I think it goes without saying that Ron and Harry shouldn’t hear about this.”
“There’s nothing to hear about, but yes.” She shuffled her feet before meeting Hermione’s eyes again. “Er, I’m sorry for this being a weird question, but would you mind coming along with me and Harry to Hogsmeade? I don’t really see him like...that...and I don’t want to read into it too much and reject him if he is doing it just platonically, but just in case. Y’know.”
“Sure,” said Hermione, even though her face took on that curious expression yet again. “Anyways, you actually did forget something--you’re not wearing a single piece of Gryffindor colors for our game today. You should probably run back to your dorm before Harry and Ron notice.”
After they said their goodbyes, Y/N found herself turning over the things Hermione had said to her in her head. Did she like Malfoy? No, no fucking way. But a part of her really did think he was funny. And of course it was natural to feel rejected when anyone insinuates that they’d never consider you as a romantic interest without jest.
Once she’d made it up to her room and grabbed a few scarves, Y/N made to put her red cloak into her satchel. Her fingers ghosted over the box that Malfoy had given her and scoffed once she saw the Malfoy crest engraved into the rich wood.
Narcissistic snot.
Her curiosity got the better of her as she reached over to open up the elaborately decorated box. What met her was not just one quill but two--one of which was most certainly not her own.
She took them both out, tossing the old one in a pile with her other trusty familiar white feather quills and picked up the other one. It looked familiar--identical to the quill that she’d complimented Malfoy on in Potions about a week ago. Butterflies began to flutter like crazy in her stomach as she turned it over in her hand, watching the gray and green glitter together and the magic sparkles cast a gentle light over her bed. She generally avoided dipping into her family’s pockets to get school supplies any more than she had to--it’s not like it made her friends feel good about themselves when they were reminded how rich her family was--but this might be what she could consider to be an exception. She hadn’t even liked his quill all that much when she first saw it in Potions--but it was one of those things that was so noticeable that it made sense to compliment him.
She gave it one last look before tucking it back away into the elaborately decorated box. Perhaps she had spoken too soon when she’d told Hermione all hope was lost.
~
When Monday morning Potions class with the Slytherins rolled around, Y/N wasted no time. Malfoy was alone--even his Slytherin lackeys seemed to know not to bother him. Just what she needed.
“Malfoy,” she greeted, setting her bag down on his table and looking him dead on. He raised to meet her eyes, his eyebrow raised.
“Can I help you?”
“I just wanted you to know that I also really like your immense fortune,” she said. “And your manor.”
“Well, a lot of people do,” he mumbled as he looked away to dig through something in his bag. If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought he was blushing.
“I’m just letting you know,” she continued. “In case you were wanting to give them away. It worked for the quill, so I thought, well, why not?”
He exhaled, a deep and annoyed sound escaping his lips as he rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. “I knew I shouldn’t have done that.”
“You really didn’t have to.”
“I was getting sick of it,” he told her. “I never can stick with one quill for too long, and I thought it’d be a shame to toss it. I thought it’d be better to be charitable--it’s not like your family could get an appointment at Barnaby’s if they tried.”
“Hey!” Y/N said indignantly. “You don’t know that!”
“I’ve heard your parents try to speak French,” he said. “If you’re anything like them, you'll be barred from ever entering the country.”
“Malfoy!”
His lips turned up into a smile, a soft laugh escaping his lips. Y/N suppressed the urge to grin in return. Task 3? Done. “What?”
“I can’t even argue with you,” she said. “It’s tragic.”
She stared at the empty stool next to him, wondering if she should just take the leap and sit with him. Malfoy seemed unbothered by her presence as he opened up his Potions book and set it next to his cauldron. “Do you want a partner?” The words left her lips before she could stop them.
He cast her a curious look before glancing at the empty stool. “It depends. Are you going to be annoying?”
She gasped in faux-offense. “What makes you think I could ever be annoying?”
“On that note, I think you better get back to Potter.” He motioned with his head towards the side of the room where most of her Gryffindor friends were chatting. Harry was staring at her, his fists clenched by his side.
Y/N smirked and sent him a wink.
“On that note,” she said, careful to imitate Malfoy’s drawl and sending him a smug grin, “Maybe I better sit here.”
“Hm.” He awarded her one more uninterested look before rolling up his sleeves and setting out the ingredients for the potion they were brewing--Amortentia.
She tried not to make it too obvious that she was staring at his left arm, but there was nothing on it like Harry had told her. It was just pure, unblemished pale skin that shimmered under the light. Before he could catch her looking, she quickly sat down and started pulling out her own things. After a short pause, she decided to take out the silver quill. She’d left his box back in her room--she wouldn’t be caught dead with something that had the Malfoy crest on it--but she’d wrapped it in a pouch with her own family’s emblem on the front, shimmering in gold and red.
“Why don’t you just buy your own charmed quills?” asked Malfoy after they had chopped all of the gillweed.
“You already know. We’re an abomination to the French. We aren’t allowed entry.”
“That’s not what I mean.” His tone was meant to read as exasperated, but his words still seemed good-natured.
“I...well.” She frowned. She’d never confessed this to anyone, but she supposed that Malfoy wasn’t going to find a way to use it against her. “I don’t like to flaunt my family wealth. I think it makes people, at least in Gryffindor, like me less. I learned that pretty early on.”
He hummed something in response before sliding all the gillweed into the cauldron, turning the clear liquid into a bubbling forest green.
“Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?” she asked.
He took his time finishing the note he was jotting down before he answered. “I’m not being nice. It’s just called being civil. You said it yourself, we see each other at balls sometimes.”
“We probably won’t anymore, though,” she mused.
Malfoy’s eyebrows shot up, but his voice remained low and steady. “No. I suppose that we probably won’t. Is your family part of the Order?”
“Hm. Are you a Death Eater?” she asked brazenly. He had no business asking her something like that, and he knew it. Especially not with his family connections.
“What do you think?” he drawled, waving his bared left arm in front of her face.
“Bullshit. That doesn’t mean anything after we learned Glamour spells last year.”
“Guess you’ll just have to trust me, then,” he responded, focusing intently on the bubbling liquid in front of him instead of her face.
“I guess so,” she replied. The weight of her Glamour comment began to sink in--she was right, after all. How had she not thought of it before?
But he was right when he told her she just had to trust him. Could she? Y/N rested her chin in the palm of her propped hand as she watched him work. A piece of disobedient moonbeam blonde hair dangled over his forehead as he diced up the unicorn tail, his eyebrows furrowed in focus.
“Is this why you want to be my partner?” he finally asked after a few moments of silence. “So you can just stare at me while I do all the work?”
“There’s the vain Draco I know,” she said, grinning as she leaned over to punch his shoulder.
He rolled his eyes again, scooting out of arm's reach before flipping back to Amortentia in his book. “You’re insufferable. And it’s Malfoy to you.”
“Fine, fine, Malfoy,” said Y/N. “What do you want me to do, then?”
He shoved his cutting board towards her, the half-diced unicorn tail staring up at her. “Finish dicing this and then stir it in. 9 times clockwise. I did almost all of the work, but it should be finished after that.”
Y/N sent him another glare before doing as he said. The glittering quill kept catching her attention from the corner of her eye, and she couldn’t help but notice that Malfoy was writing with just a plain white quill for the time being. HE really did just give it to me.
After the final ingredients were diced, she began to stir, each rotation around the cauldron turning the potion to a different color. It began as the bubbling green, then a deep sea blue, then a royal purple, a crimson blood red, a glimmering gold--before settling into a pale silver.
“Wow. It’s beautiful,” she breathed. “It’s like...liquid starlight.”
“All thanks to me,” said Malfoy. “You didn’t even have to crush the Mandrake root.”
“You’re such a gentleman, Malfoy.” Her voice dripped in fake sincerity. “So, what do you smell?”
Y/N was expecting him to scowl at her and tell her that it wasn’t any of her business, but he actually leaned over the cauldron and shut his eyes.
“I’ve never been good at explaining what things smell like.”
“Fair.”
Once he leaned back, she took his place, shutting her eyes and breathing in a tendril of the beautiful potion. “Whoa.”
“What’s it for you?”
“I don’t...know,” she admitted. “It’s not something I can describe note by note. It kind of reminds me of something, though.”
“Something with Potter, I presume?” he said, casually twirling his generic white quill around his fingers.
“No,” she answered, surprised at how honest she was being. “It’s…I’m trying to think. Er, it’s very lavish. It reminds me of when I was younger and my parents would drag me to galas and balls and whatnot.”
He stared at her in silence.
“What about you? Does it remind you of anything?”
“Yeah.” Malfoy reached forward to put a lid on the cauldron, effectively shutting out the steam from reaching either of them.
“Ooh, have you figured it out yet?” she teased, crossing her legs and turning to face him head on. “Let me guess. Is it someone like…”
She paused, a wicked smile stretching across her face. “Oh my god, is it Hermione? Or Luna? Or...help me out here!”
“No.” His voice was sour.
“Ah, it’s Parkinson then, isn’t it? Tell her I’m sorry for throwing food at her if you ever have the chance. Make sure to add the part where I’m more sorry that I missed.”
“Y/L/N!”
“It’s okay. I’d be a little let down, too.”
“Can you please just…” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Please just stop. I haven’t figured it out. Okay? Happy now?”
“I’ll leave you alone,” said Y/N. “Under one condition. You give me a hint. I’ve given you everything I know! This isn’t fair.”
“This doesn’t have to be fair,” he hissed.
Y/N kept the easy smile plastered on her face while she waited, her eyebrows raised in anticipation.
“You’re not going to let up until I tell you, are you?”
“You’d be right on that,” she said, sugary sweet.
“Fine. It’s something kind of floral.”
“How descriptive,” she snorted as she slumped back in her stool, thinking hard. Where had she smelled it before? Y/N shut her eyes, leaning her head back and trying to immerse herself into the memory that had surfaced. It smelled like grandeur, like an open ballroom full of guests wearing expensive perfumes. She could feel spinning, spinning like she was with a dance partner. Who was it? She couldn’t quite remember--the last ball she’d been to had been years ago--but after she leaned forward and smelled the Amortentia once more time, she came to a conclusion.
“I had to have danced with him at a gala before,” she announced to Malfoy, who was looking quite unimpressed. “So I know it’s no one from Gryffindor.”
“Interesting,” was all he said before turning to his parchment and jotting something down.
Late that night, while Y/N was settling into bed, a strange idea struck her. Sure that the thought that was nagging her was completely fruitless, she had no trouble with reaching into her desk and pulling out the Malfoy box. She just had to check if she wanted to sleep well.
Here goes.
She closed her eyes, imagining the expensive scent of her Amortentia. Then she opened it, stuck her nose into the fabric, and breathed in.
Well, fuck.
~
The internal debate going through Y/N the next day at the breakfast table was intense. On one hand, she really, really wanted to just tell Hermione that Malfoy had been in her Amortentia and she was completely fucked, but on the other…
She glanced at the witch next to her as she methodically sliced her toast into perfect, equivalent squares before dunking them in jam. Y/N liking Malfoy was not going to fit into her toast cubes. If she said anything, she would lose her excuse to talk to her about him. And her excuse to try and get close with him.
Perhaps I can figure it out tomorrow.
When tomorrow came, she still hadn’t made progress. Y/N was beginning to think that her so called “revelation” after they brewed Amortentia was truly just complete and utter bullshit. So what that his quill box smelled like it--all rich people kind of smelled the same at some points, and so did their houses. There was a reason why she couldn’t immediately pin the scent to anything--it wasn’t like she even knew what Malfoy smelled like.
But the truth remained that she was still attracted to someone who happened to be a rich Slytherin--so naturally, her mind began to wander. There’s no way it was Zabini--his mother owned a fragrance line, and she would’ve instantly recognized the cologne that she knew Mrs. Zabini made him wear--and there was absolutely no way that it was Crabbe or Goyle, so the only other Slytherin it left was...Nott? But that didn’t make sense either--she’d never spoken to him before in her life, even less than Malfoy. So perhaps it would be better if she didn’t think on it.
The next day of potion brewing came on a stormy Wednesday. Malfoy and Y/N worked silently together to brew a Draught of Dreamless Sleep. She was surprised to see how practiced his movements were--he didn’t even have to reference the book to recite the exact measurements and directions.
“Do you have bad dreams or something?” she asked, mostly as a joke. He didn’t seem to pick up on the light-heartedness and stiffened up.
“No?”
“Gee, you’re talkative today,” Y/N said, trying to ignore how her hand brushed his by accident when she added the scoop of anjelica.
“Excuse me for not entertaining you,” he drawled. “I wasn’t expecting to have such a needy potions partner today.”
“I am not needy!” she gasped, smacking his arm. “I’ve sat in silence for a full hour!”
He rolled his eyes (he was always rolling his eyes) and gave the potion one more final stir before setting the lid on the cauldron. “Think you can do that again? It needs to simmer for that long.”
“Just because you’re so sweet to me,” crooned Y/N before pulling out a heavy book from her satchel. Her Charms exam was tomorrow, and, naturally, she had decided to save all of her revising work until the night before. The textbook stared back at her as she jotted a few notes onto a previously blank sheet of parchment. The quill in her hands was light and glided across the paper like the tears of Merlin, something that she had forgotten quills could do. All of her familiar basic quills were okay, but they were prone to skidding and breaking. This nib hadn’t worn down in the slightest, still at a smooth and defined peak.
Y/N couldn’t believe that, out of all people, the person to give her such a thoughtful gift was Draco Malfoy. She tried to sneak a glance at him then, moving her curtain of hair away from her face. It took all she had in her to not be startled at the fact that he was already looking back, a slightly concerned expression etched into his face.
“Is something wrong?”
He snapped out of it the moment the words left her lips, his face hardening. “No.”
“Forget I ever asked,” she responded, turning away from him for good and focusing on her textbook. No, there was no way he could be what she smelled in her Amortentia. She liked to think that her subconscious wasn’t secretly a masochist.
~
Friday evening swung around again, much to Y/N’s dismay. She’d had a talk with Hermione later on in the week, confirming that no, she did not smell Malfoy in her Amortentia, and that yes, she was still abiding by the plan that Hermione had so carefully laid out for her. It did bother her a bit that she could be lying to her on both fronts--but at the end of the day, she was going to get the answers that Harry wanted, no matter what.
She just had to get through the scary ass castle first. She’d forgotten how spooky Hogwarts was after her previous sprint to the door, and this time she was positively trembling by the time she turned another dark corner on her way to McGonagall’s office. Yet another cursed item had been found in the girl’s lavatory on the 3rd floor, right by some of the classes that she had taken earlier in the week. The fact that whoever was out there was capable of dark magic and actively wanted to hurt people terrified her, all that Gryffindor bravery be damned.
So when she heard footsteps suddenly right beside her, it was no wonder that she jumped feet in the air.
“Fuck!” she sputtered, turning to see a very familiar blonde in Slytherin robes. He was frozen in place, curiously looking her up and down.
“Am I interrupting something?”
“Malfoy,” Y/N said, resisting the urge to melt into a puddle of relief at the sight. This wasn’t right--wasn’t he a suspected Death Eater? “You scared me.”
He scoffed, digging his hands into his pockets. “You’re supposed to be the brave ones, right?”
“Huh?”
Malfoy motioned to her Gryffindor jumper.
“Oh.” Heat rushed to her cheeks as she realized what he meant. “I dunno. I just get jumpy around the castle at night.”
“No shit.” They’d begun to walk now, side by side. Y/N couldn’t remember ever walking with him before--she’d always been late. “Do you think I forgot the way you screamed when you saw me at the tower?”
“Shut up,” she grumbled, reaching over and giving him a healthy shove.
They walked in silence together. Malfoy moved noticeably slower than he normally did so he wouldn’t leave Y/N’s shorter legs in tow. McGonagall seemed pleasantly surprised to see Malfoy hold the door open for her.
“I’m glad to see you two getting along,” she said, giving Y/N a hesitant nod before grabbing the stack of papers on her desk. “I’ll be back momentarily.”
After she exited the room with a swish of her deep maroon robes, Malfoy turned to her. “Are you scared of the dark or something?”
She turned, ready to send a biting retort his way, before she noticed how gray his pallor looked...and how big the circles under his eyes were. “You look like shit, Malfoy. Is everything okay?”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t change the subject.”
“Oh. Um…” Y/N pause before deciding that the little tidbit of information she was about to reveal wasn’t that important anyways. “I’m just on edge at night at Hogwarts is all. Especially with all that weird shit going on with all the cursed objects. So I kind of hate walking to and from detention.”
Malfoy let out something that sounded like a strained laugh.
“You didn’t answer my question. Is everything okay?”
“None of your business,” he snipped. “I just had a bad night.”
“Do you have trouble sleeping?” she asked, unable to keep herself from prying.
“Something like that.”
“Have you tried lavender?”
“I’m sorry?” He frowned.
“Lavender. Like the essential oil. It’s nothing magical,” she explained. “I just like to spray it in my bed sometimes before I sleep. Or I’ll use a few drops in a diffuser. I have trouble sleeping too, all the time, actually.” She shut her mouth before she had any chance to ramble further.
“It sounds a bit too floral for my taste.”
“Here.” Y/N dug around in her satchel, searching for the tiny spray bottle she kept with her at all times. “Borrow this and spritz your pillow with it before you sleep, and then tell me it’s too floral. I promise it helps.”
He glared at her. She extended her hand with the white bottle that was covered in purple decor, raising her eyebrows expectantly. “I won’t tell anyone that you have it if that’s what you’re worried about or whatever.”
“Fine,” he snapped, snatching it from her hand and dragging his fingers over her palm for just a second. “Don’t expect me to actually try it, though.”
“Just give it a sniff.”
He huffed, but to her surprise, he actually uncapped the top and held the spray hole up to his nose, inhaling in once.
The effect was immediate. Malfoy’s face completely drained of color, becoming even grayer than he’d been when she first saw him under the light. The briefest expression of surprise fleeted over his face before he wiped it off, replacing it with something unreadable and tossing it back at her. “I’m not using this.”
“Why not?”
“Not quite my taste,” he spat.
Y/N was shocked by the sudden outburst, watching as he continued to glower at his desk. “I don’t understand. It really does help you sleep. I know it seems stupid, but I...really think you should try it. Just once, if anything.”
“Why does it matter so much to you?”
“Because I--” Y/N stopped herself before she let her mouth run without check. “I know what it’s like is all. I feel like shit if I don’t sleep. Plus, I have to spend time with you every Friday. I imagine that you’ll be slightly more tolerable if you sleep more.”
“Hm.” He sent her a particularly venomous glare. “Thanks for your concern. Consider me uninterested, though.”
“You break my heart,” she teased, pulling back her hand and placing the bottle on the corner of her desk. An idea struck her.
“And just what are you smiling about?” Draco said. His lips were turned into a sour frown.
“Nothing, nothing,” she responded, her voice adopting a sing-song quality. All she had to do now was wait.
He exhaled, a deep and exasperated sound. Then he turned back to whatever was in front of him.
McGonagall entered the room a few minutes later, nodding cordially at the comfortable silence the two students were in. What she didn’t know was that Y/N was waiting, just waiting for Malfoy to dig through his satchel and stop paying attention to his quill.
She got her opportunity a few minutes later, when McGonagall called him up to look over his latest Transfiguration homework.
“Mr. Malfoy, I’m happy to see that you’re taking more initiative in getting your assignments done...I have to say that you had me a bit concerned…”
While her professor kept Malfoy occupied, Y/N darted over and grabbed his quill.
Ha.
Malfoy frowned down at his desk when he returned, giving Y/N a suspicious look.
“What is it, Malfoy?” she said, hoping her voice conveyed nothing that might hint that she took something of his.
“Nothing.”
“Hm.”
The rest of detention passed without any more discussion. Y/N was eager to run up to her dorm and set up her plan to be carried out the next morning, but she calmed her bouncing leg and forced herself to keep a straight face when McGonagall dismissed them.
“Got somewhere to be, Y/L/N?” Malfoy’s voice called after her as she sped down the hall towards the Gryffindor tower.
“What’s it to you?” she fired back.
He didn’t respond. Instead, he picked up his pace until he was walking next to her.
“Aren’t the Slytherin dorms the other direction?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Are they?”
She allowed herself to be amused by the way words flowed out of his mouth when he was slightly out of breath. “Why are you walking with me?”
“You said it yourself.” He kept his eyes cast on the cobblestones below them. “You don’t like walking alone at night.”
“Uh...oh.” Against her will, her feet froze and she was glued to the ground. “You’re joking, right?”
If the lighting wasn’t so dim, Y/N would have good reason to believe he was blushing with how intently he was studying his fingernails. “By all means, I can be.”
“No! No, I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, the words tumbling out of her mouth. “Er...I’d like you to. If you want to, that is.”
He shrugged, an elfish expression spreading across his face as he took in how nervous she was. “Well, come to think of it, you didn’t ask me to. I suppose I better get back to the Slytherin dorms anyways. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near the Gryffindor Tower right now.”
“Why?” she squeaked.
“Oh, you know, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that most of the cursed things showed up on your side of the castle, yeah?”
She gulped.
“I gotta get going. Don’t want to stand around here too long. This place gives me the creeps.” With that, he turned and began walking away.
“Malfoy?” She hated how timid her voice sounded. “Consider this me asking you to walk with me.”
He slowly faced her, a sly grin plastered all over his face. “Oh? Did I hear that correctly? Do you want me to?”
“I’m only going to say this once,” she said, putting her hands on her hips and trying her best to look intimidating. “Walk with me. Please.”
“I guess I’ll take it.” Malfoy glided down the hallway to her in just a couple steps, sending her yet another smug look.
“You made up that whole ordeal about Gryffindor Tower being targeted, didn’t you?” asked Y/N as they rounded the corner to reach the staircase leading up to the common room.
“You bought it, didn’t you?”
“Who says I didn’t just want you to walk with me?” pushed Y/N. This was as close to flirting as it would ever get for her--but it looked like, somehow, things were falling into place. The heat in her cheeks must’ve been from the excitement of making progress.
Malfoy’s toe caught on the first stair and, if it weren’t for Y/N’s steady grip on his arm, would’ve made him go sprawling across the stone steps.
“Merlin, Malfoy,” she said, immediately dropping her grip from his shoulder. “What’s gotten into you?”
He responded with an unceremonial snort and a withering glare. The rest of the walk was done in silence, and Y/N noted how careful his footwork became around the Gryffindor steps.
“This is me,” she finally said once they reached the tapestry for the Gryffindor dorms. He seemed surprised, and only then did it strike her that he’d probably never seen the entrance himself before. “Thanks for being such a gentleman.”
“I live to serve,” he drawled.
And just like that, he was gone.
~
Her plan was simple. She had located an extra monogrammed pouch in her cabinet, a rich mahogany color with her family crest in a vivid gold, and placed both his quill and the lavender bottle. She would corner him after breakfast or follow him out of the Great Hall and show him then.
However, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Malfoy was not coming to Saturday morning breakfast. Many people didn’t, but Y/N had never known him to miss it. His normal spot was vacant, and it certainly wasn’t a house-made decision as all of his Slytherin friends were present and accounted for. Y/N couldn’t say for sure, but she could see Parkinson turning her head to the entrance every time the doors thudded open before glancing back to Malfoy’s empty seat when it turned out to be someone else.
Where was that loser?
“Excuse me,” she said to the trio as she stood up and brushed off her skirt. “I think I’m going to go get some fresh air. I have a bitch of a headache.”
Hermione and Harry expressed their sympathies while Ron gave her a characteristic mumble through his mouthful of bread, and she was off with the pouch secured in her cloak pocket.
It was a clear November morning, clearly Mother Nature’s attempt to slowly move the world from the crisp autumn to a cold winter. The sky was clear and the sun’s rays warmed her skin at a slanted angle, casting weak shadows across the courtyard.
If I were Malfoy, where would I go to sulk?
The obvious answer was either the Slytherin common room or his own dorm, but that was without a doubt out of question for her. She wasn’t even sure if she possessed the knowledge to guess which corridor the entrance was in, much less work out the password herself. Beyond that, just getting into the common room and waiting would be...She shivered. It would be a terrible idea while she was clearly wearing a cloak in Gryffindor red and gold trim.
As she continued her aimless wander around the castle, she heard the slightest sound from the girl’s bathroom on the second floor. It wasn’t ever really in use--no one came in there to actually use the loo unless they wanted Myrtle to materialize and tell them her supernatural troubles while they were in the middle of their personal business--but it was often the source of strange happenings.
Like the cursed objects she thought to herself, her nails digging into her palms. But did she care about that right now? Surely cursed objects seemed somewhat...suspicious. Dark magic was difficult to hide, and to a pureblood eye that grew up around magical objects, cursed things shouldn’t be impossible to spot.
And, plus, it was Malfoy she was looking for. None of the students had died from the curses so far, and if she was able to break through and learn something, or at the very least gain his trust, the reward to the Order would be more than worth it.
She stepped in, expecting to see an entirely empty bathroom with perhaps a ghost rattling around at the sink. Instead, a different sight awaited her.
Draco Malfoy was clutching the edge of the cracked sink basin in front of him, rocking himself back and forth and shaking. From her vantage point, she could see that he was dressed in his normal garb--a black ensemble--but his hair was unruly and messy, sticking up in the back like he’d hurriedly tugged something over his head.
A strangled gasp grounded her and halted her curious observations. Malfoy began to make these awful sobbing sounds, like he could barely manage to breathe.
Y/N was frozen in place as she surveyed her options. If she stayed and tried to talk to him, he might react in anger or hurt her. But if she just left him, like this, all alone...She swallowed once before stepping forward.
“Malfoy? Are you okay?” Obviously he’s not, you bint said a voice deep in her brain. She pushed it aside as he swung around, his wand raised and his eyes blazing. “Whoa! I’m not going to...Put your wand down!”
He stared at her, his eyes wide with horror as he continued to shake, so much so that his wand slipped out of his hand and clattered to the floor. Without thinking, Y/N reached into her pocket and flung her wand away, holding her hands up.
“I’m not going to try anything. I promise.”
As she drew closer, she could see the remnants of tears on his wet cheeks and the way that his silver eyes were rimmed with a bloodshot red.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he hissed, his voice weak and cracking.
“Neither should you. This is the girl’s bathroom.”
final a/n: ok so lmk if you guys wants me to continue. i really did not edit the last half fjkdsal;f also kinda made this an au where malfoy tried to assassinate dumbledore. with more than one cursed object but dw it’ll all make sense ill clear that up 😭
#draco malfoy#draco x reader#draco malfoy x reader#draco imagine#draco malfoy imagine#draco x you#draco#draco malfoy x you#draco x y/n#draco malfoy x y/n#draco x oc#draco malfoy x oc
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Hi, and welcome to the Masterlist of the Fandom Free Bingo ~ Frosty Edition, hosted by @fandom-free-bingo! 💙
On this Masterlist, you'll find all the prompts I've filled along the way, and they will combine angst, fluff and smut. Each one-shot will have its appropriate warnings when necessary.
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|| 🥀 ~ Angst || 💙 ~ Fluff || 🌶️ ~ Smut ||
B1: Dick pic
Night, Night, Nugget! || 🥀 💙 || Bucky Barnes
Prompt || B2: Sleepy sex
Your nighttime routine may not always be the most conventional when married to an Avenger, but you two have found a way to make it work for your little family. Bucky is often away for missions, which makes the evenings he is home with you and your toddler even more special, and the three of you make them unforgettable each time.
His innocent assistant || Part 2 || 💙 🌶️ || Tony Stark
Prompt || B3: "I'm going to kill you."
Tony enjoys taking you to his parties as his date since he loves to show off his sweet, innocent assistant to everyone willing to hear about you. This time, however, the party doesn't go entirely to plan as he finds you flirting with none other than the God of Mischief himself, and jealousy takes over his entire being.
Sweet as pie || 💙 🌶️ || Ransom Drysdale
Prompt || B4: Ropes
You're treating your husband, Ransom, to a beautiful and romantic dinner for your anniversary, but he doesn't know that he is the dessert you've been thinking of all week. You can't wait to sink your teeth into him and tasing every last bit he has to offer you.
Listen || 🥀 💙 || Steve Rogers
Prompt || B5: Exes hook up
Working together with your ex is already difficult enough, but the fact that you're sleeping in the bedroom next to him isn't much better. Since the two of you have broken up, Steve has brought home many women, and you are starting to lose sleep because they keep making too much noise. When you try to get Steve to stop, the conversation takes an unexpected turn, and you end up in his bed again.
That's My Girl || 🥀 💙 🌶️ || Young!Tony Stark
Prompt || I1: Whispered Sweet Nothings
You're ringing in the New Year with your entire family; it will be a night to never forget. When your Mom gets the surprise of her life, there won't be a single dry eye in the room. When the fireworks start to slow down, you and Tony can't help but think back to your first New Year's Eve together, and the memories made that evening.
I2: Matchmaking AU
... Who's the fairest of them all? || 🌶️ || Loki Laufeyson
Prompt || I3: Voyeur
After your last experience in front of your life-size mirror, you switch roles, and Loki happily lets you take the lead. From telling him how to touch himself to showing him how perfect he is as he reaches his highs, he will never get enough of it, and he might just be convinced to switch roles more often.
Handsome Stranger || 💙 🌶️ || Young!Tony Stark
Prompt || I4: Roleplaying
You weren't sure when Tony brought up this idea the first time, but after a few more talks about it, you finally gave in. That's how you found yourself in the middle of a busy bar, ready to be picked up by your husband. However, to everyone else around you, you look just like a couple of strangers having their first meeting.
I5: Cuddled to sleep
N1: Wrestler AU
N2: Moral Support
A bun in the oven || Part 1 || 🥀 💙 🌶️ || Baker!Tony Stark
Prompt || N3: First Ultrasound
The relationship between you and Tony has been going steady for a while, and Tony is ready to take the next step in your relationship as he asks you to move in with him and his cat, Oliver. When you find out you're pregnant not long after the move, your relationship takes an unexpected turn, but you and Tony are set on giving your little baby the best life you possibly can.
N4: Fairy AU
On my knees for you || Part 1 || 💙 🌶️ || Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark
Prompt || N5: Nipple Play
Tony lets you know he's having a long and hard day at the office, so you decide to come over and relieve some of the tension he's been holding onto lately. It just won't be in the way he had expected you to do it.
Can't keep my hands to myself || 💙 🌶️ || Chris Evans ~ RPF
Prompt || G1: ''I couldn't sleep''
Chris is staying up late to finish some work, but you're getting restless in your bed. When you go and take a look at how he's doing he gives you an idea you can't refuse, but the outcome won't be what you had expected it to be when you agreed to it.
G2: Price Tag
G3: Professional Chef AU
Warmth || 💙 || Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark
Prompt || G4: "Are you feeling better now?"
You've been studying for your upcoming exam all day, and you're starting to get a little cold. However, the perfect way to warm up is by touching Tony's warm body, seeing how he's always running warm through the arc reactor. Of course, he's happy to share his warmth with you; he doesn't want you to feel cold.
Never grow up || 💙 || Tony Stark
Prompt || G5: Tucking into bed
Your beautiful son came home a few hours ago, and now you witness Tony having a sweet moment with him, making your heart beat faster and filling with love like never before.
O1: X plus 1
O2: Teasing
O3: ''Don't be afraid''
O4: First steps
Spin The Bottle || 💙 🌶️ || Robert Downey Jr. ~ RPF
Prompt || O5: "What do you want?"
Robert has been your best friend for a few years, and the sexual tension between both of you has only grown stronger. When, after an innocent game of Spin The Bottle, the small, flickering fire officially bursts out into a sea of flames, you experience the most satisfying, gentle, and perfect first time together you could have wished for.
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The Fall of the House of Odin Masterlist
Thor Odinson x Asgardian!Reader, Sif, Brunnhilde (Valkyrie), Tyr, mention of Natasha Romanoff x Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Rocket, Steve Rogers, James Rhodes, Carol Danvers, Nebula, Frigga, mention of Loki Laufeyson
Word Count: ~19.5k
Warnings: swearing, murder (Thanos), depression, alcohol consumption, grief, substance abuse, mention of past character death, nudity (non-sexual)
Summary: Thor has been at your side for hundreds of years. You two have grown up together, fought wars together, and took the throne together. No matter what life has thrown at you, you’ve come out on top, stronger than ever...until now. You and Thor have lost Odin, Frigga, Loki, your home, half of your charge, and half of the Avengers you’ve grown to love. Thor spirals, leaving you to pick up the pieces and for the first time, you wonder if your relationship can come back from this.
A/N: I haven’t been able to get this idea out of my head ever since I wrote Ghost for Spooktober. I kept wondering what the 5 years would’ve been like for these two so here we are lol (except now I want to write about their lives before the Avengers so apparently, it’s never ending lol). Reading Ghost isn’t necessary, but it does briefly explain the type of deity the reader is (she’s only half Asgardian) so I recommend it, but it’s not required to understand this fic (or it can be read after part 7).
Picture and divider are mine.
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Spooky Triple Treats
Warnings 18+ for the following:- Non-Consensual Sex, Dubious Consensual Sex, Smut {m/f), Oral {female receiving], Mild Aftercare, Very Mild Fluff, Mild Degradation, Use of Pet Names, Public Sex, Mention of Edging, Brief Mention of Spanking, Brief Mention of Choking, Stalker Behavior. Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.
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Author’s Note 1:- This was written especially for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork who absolutely adores Halloween and treats us readers to some exceptional fics throughout the year. I hope this brings a smile to your face as your fics have done for so many of us and this is just one small way of thanking you. Happy Halloween Amber.
Author’s Note 2:- As always, all images have been found through google search.
Synopsis:- Meeting a seemingly perfect good samaritan while out shopping, spooky week is about to take a turn you never expected.
Pairings:- dark-ish/soft!Andy Barber x Named Female Character; dark-ish/soft Steve Rogers x Named Female Character; dark-ish/soft Johnny Storm x Named Female Character.
Word Count:- 12,945
Opening your eyes on the morning of October 25th, you felt like a child on Christmas morning, only a thousand times better. Growing up, most of your family and friends loved Christmas, Thanksgiving and practically every other holiday, but Halloween was your time to shine. Always getting into the spirit the second October 1st hit, you could feel the excitement buzzing stronger in your veins the nearer it got to that hallowed night. Telling themselves you would grow out of it like all children inevitably did, as your life progressed and you moved into your own home, your new found freedom allowed your inner spookiness to shine through. Which is what was happening now.
Traipsing about from shop to shop, your arms laden down with more bags than one person could possibly carry, your inability to properly open a door is how you met the man beside you. Seeing the distress clearly etched on your face as you tried to protect the fragile items that would turn your home into a witch's cavern, you smiled a grateful smile and exchanged a genuine thank you when the well-built, bearded man behind you carefully side-stepped you and held the door open for you.
Continuing on then towards your vehicle, he laughed to himself as his own parking spot two vehicles over gave him a perfect view of your continued struggles. Quickly unlocking his black Audi A6 and placing his few meager bags within, he was swiftly by your side offering his assistance once again. "Here honey, how about you let me take some of these from you," he suggested, reaching out and divesting you of the heaviest items while continuing on with his instructions, "and then that will free you up to open the door."
Grudgingly agreeing since he gave you no choice and you yourself saw no other option, you now easily unlocked the vehicle and placing your purchases inside, turned around to relieve the stranger of the rest of your items. Chuckling to himself at the few spooky knick knacks you had displayed inside, he waited until you closed up your vehicle before speaking again. "Listen, I know we just met and honestly, I'm perfectly sane," he added though this statement did little to ease your anxiety, "but I was just wondering if you might be free tomorrow?" and he had to admit the wide-eyed look you gave him was enough indication that a further explanation might be necessary.
"Before you call the cops on me honey, allow me to start over. My name is Andy Barber and I happen to be a well respected lawyer with my own practice." he explained as he extended his hand towards you. Shaking it gently, you still kept your guard up and refused to give your name, which forced him to sigh deeply before speaking again. "My reason for inquiring about your plans is that your shopping indicates you love Halloween and, having been ditched by my son for a vacation with his friends, I happen to have a free ticket to The Conjuring tomorrow. You interested?" he asked and you had to admit your interest was piqued.
Now looking the casually dressed man up and down, you admitted, if only to yourself, that he didn't exactly look like a crazed killer, but still, it was spooky season and one could never be too careful. Still, deciding a free showing of one your favorite Halloween movies with a handsome man who appeared to be somewhat decent was too hard to resist, you gave him your first name, accepted his offer and feeling somewhat comforted by his genuine smile, got behind the wheel of your vehicle and drove home to forget the encounter and put your shopping to good use.
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Upon reaching your own little patch of heaven and stepping out of your vehicle, your first port of call was to check on the four-legged love of your life. Opening the front door to your modest, yet comfortable dwelling, you headed out to the dog run to check on Tika. While you normally took her wherever you could, the shopping trip was a no-no, but at least the weather was good and her spirits were high as you called her name upon opening the back door.
Walking up to the run and letting her out, you couldn't hide the laughter that echoed from your soul as your girl excitedly bounded towards you and showered you with pure and untainted affection. Bending down on one knee and petting her affectionately, you handed Tika a treat before heading back out to your vehicle to start unloading all the Halloween decorations. Hauling all the bags inside, you quickly separated them out into their specific rooms and then went about making something to eat while Tika flitted between the house and the yard. Then half an hour later as the last of the dinner was cleared away, you decided to take advantage of the remaining daylight hours and set about adding some spook to the outside of the house.
Two hours later, exhausted but satisfied, you and Tika then headed back inside where a comfy bed called to her while a luxurious bubble bath melted away all your cares and invigorated you for the remainder of the evening. Then putting on some music, you headed into the living room and opening up the bags, took out all the spooky lights, bats, ghosts and other skeletal beings. Decorating the wall, ceiling light and fireplace before heading back to the bathroom to add some spiders, blood and gore there too, three hours later saw your house looking well prepared and you ready to toss yourself into bed and sleep like the dead. With this in mind you made ready and tucked yourself under the covers unaware that tomorrow would bring with it plans that would forever change your life.
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Laying in bed sound asleep the next morning with Tika draped across your legs, the heat radiating off your girl was the least of your worries as a constant banging woke you from your slumber. Thinking first that it was just the remnants of some spooky dream, Tika's ears standing to attention told you that the banging was definitely happening in the real world. Rising from the bed and pulling on your slippers, you would later look back on this moment and regret not putting a robe over your shorts and t-shirt as you walked towards the banging to find Andy Barber knocking at your door.
"What the fuck?" you questioned, stopping the second your eyes adjusted to the sight and wondering how exactly this had come to pass. Staying where you were as Tika came to stand beside you, you wished you had a more aggressive dog, when waiting a few minutes for things to get quiet, she took off and headed towards another part of the house. Sighing now as you stared at the unwelcome visitor through the door, you finally found the courage to forge onwards. "Mr Barber, what are you doing here? How did you find me?" you asked, now placing your hand on the door and speaking loudly through the glass.
Refusing to answer until you opened up however, another shock greeted you when you did just that and he picked up the bags that lay at his feet. "You gave me your first name Amber." he greeted as your shaky hand pulled the door back and allowed both of you a full view of the other. "Add that to your vehicle's registration and trust me honey, I've done far more with a lot less." he continued and your blood ran cold at his implications. Standing there, still looking at this man whom you had agreed to go to a movie with and who now apparently had used his considerable talents to track you down, you were thrown for yet another loop at his next question. "Well, you gonna just keep standing there gawking all day or are we gonna get to know each other a little better?"
Realizing now that there really was no escape, you stepped aside, invited him in and felt your anxiety skyrocket as you closed the door while Andy stood watch. Then following you back to the kitchen, he placed the bags on the table before turning around to face you once again. "So nice place you got here, honey. You wanna go get dressed and I'll make us something to eat?" he questioned and both of you now focused on your attire. Running from the kitchen and heading to the relative safety of your bedroom, his chuckle didn't reach your ears, but his next statement carried easily. "Hope you like blueberry pancakes cause I'm told mine are quite delicious."
Groaning inwardly as you pressed your back against the door while noises from the kitchen told you Andy was making himself at home, you quickly picked out the nearest leggings and t-shirt from your wardrobe before pulling on your boots and heading back out to face your tormentor. Walking into the kitchen to him working away by the stove while Tika lay beside the door, you took a deep breath and stepped inside. Glancing over his shoulder as you pulled out a chair, you got your thoughts in order before asking the most important question.
"So Mr. Barber, where exactly do you see this day going?" you asked while eyeing him suspiciously when he set down a plate of mouth watering pancakes before you.
"First off honey it's Andy. We're going on a date, you might as well get used to it." he answered before heading back to the stove and picking up his own plate. Then joining you at the table, he took the syrup and poured on a generous amount before speaking again. "As for my plan," he started, before cutting into the pancakes "baking, trip to a corn maze and then the movie in that order. We have a good night, who knows where it might lead," he finished with a wink as he slipped the pancakes into his mouth.
Eating your breakfast in silence as he revealed his plan, you had to admit it all sounded so appealing. Adding to that the fact that he made a mean blueberry pancake and you knew there were probably worse ways to spend the day. Finally agreeing to his terms as you finished the last bite, Andy's face lit up as he took the plates and dropped them in the sink before taking your hand. Then, helping you from the table he led you over to where he had stashed the bags and handed one to you. "I didn't know if you had any ingredients so I bought everything we'd need. Are you ready to get started?" he quizzed.
Nodding in agreement, five hours later found every available surface covered with an array of Halloween treats ranging from spider-web cookies, eerie eyeball pops, Halloween themed cupcakes and brownies to pastry snakes and ghostly cookies, not to mention a few beverages you had neither heard of nor tasted. Looking at both the goodies before you and the state it had left you and your accomplice in, you knew the fun had more than made up for how the day had started and as Andy munched on a cookie you could no longer hide the laughter the day's activities had brought.
Cleaning up the kitchen before boxing up the treats, you were now faced with the dilemma of getting yourselves cleaned up for what the evening held in store. Telling you that he would make you something to eat while you took a shower, twenty minutes later found you nervously tucking into yet another glorious meal while the running water down the hall indicated that a very naked, semi-stranger was currently cleaning himself up in your shower during the spookiest week of the year. Walking back into the kitchen to find you washing off your plate, all you had to think about now was how he got a change of clothes and where the evening went from here.
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Finally having gotten your best girl settled and said your goodbyes, you and Andy left the house and walking to your vehicle, found yourself hauled back beside him as he instead led you towards his Audi. Opening the door for you as you began to protest, a smack to your ass told you that no more insolence would be tolerated. Grumbling to yourself as Andy moved around the vehicle to get behind the wheel, the drive to the local corn maze was one of the most tense drives you could ever remember having and between the glares you were throwing your driver as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, the throng of people milling around the made-up car park was a welcome relief.
Paying for your tickets and reaching out his hand for yours, a stern look told you that your cooperation was expected. Plastering on your best fake smile and extending your hand, Andy took it and pulling you a little closer, led you towards the entrance. Heading in and following the man beside you, the children laughing and screeching, surrounded by the spiderwebs, grim reapers and blood-dripping corpses easily whisked you away from your present situation to the world that brought you a comfort and sparked your imagination.
Losing yourself in the wonder all around you, two hours later you were thrilled that Andy had never let go of your hand as he led both of you through the maze while you simply got to enjoy being scared in a controlled environment. Now walking you back to his vehicle while he recounted some of his favorite things, you stopped suddenly and waited for him to turn around. "Thank you for this Andy and the baking. It really has been a wonderful day," you said and lacing his fingers with yours he stepped closer and brought his lips to your ear.
"Don't forget, it's not over yet honey. The night I've planned for you will be one you never forget," and placing a tender kiss against your cheek, both of you got back in his Audi and then headed off to the movie theatre. Upon arriving thirty minutes later, Andy gladly treated you to every and any treat you wanted while listening to you explain in great detail how much you loved The Conjuring. Then sitting in your seats, you both settled down for the two hour movie as the lights darkened all around you and a hush fell over the place.
Watching intently as the scenes flowed before your eyes, you felt the thrill of the movie flow through you and even as Andy was a bit playful with his hand, you found it didn't bother you. Sinking deeper and deeper into the story as the time passed, you felt your pulse quicken and your heart thump within your chest as the house rattled and the inhabitants within writhed and screamed in fear. Taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers together however allowed you to squeeze something until your body relaxed once more into the seat beneath you and you were grateful to have Andy beside you when he flashed you a smile.
Watching the rest of the movie with the same delight, you actually found yourself smiling when Andy walked both of you out and placed his arm around your shoulder. Thinking then that you were headed home, you were in for yet another surprise when Andy informed you that there was one more place he wished to take you. Intrigued now as he drove off, your heart began to beat a bit faster when you realized he was driving in the direction of a local make-out haunt. Driving up the dirt road and parking under a tree in an out-of-the-way spot, you felt your hands getting clammy at the implication of what was likely expected.
Sensing your apprehension but determined to put you at ease, Andy slowly brought his hand to your thigh and moving it slowly up and down asked you what you loved most about the day. Admitting that it was hard to pinpoint one truly wonderful moment, he hummed in satisfaction while using the fingers of his other hand to move your chin so he could finally claim your lips with his. Kissing you slowly so as not to alarm, you felt him smirk as a moan left your lips and your body began to relax beneath him. Grudgingly pulling apart to allow both of you some breathing space, he then unlocked both of your seatbelts before sliding back his seat and reclining it somewhat.
Now looking up and over at you once again, your slightly increased breathing and the look in your eyes told him all he needed to know. Reaching out to you while flicking his gaze towards his powerful thighs, he couldn't help the warm feeling spreading throughout his chest as you bit your lip before moving across the center console to rest upon his legs. Groaning as your center met his bulge, you suddenly giggled as he reached up and buried his face against your neck. Then kissing and tickling you with his lips, tongue and beard, his hands took hold of your hips and began grinding your core along his thigh.
Giving yourself over to the feelings he was waking up inside you, you didn't object a few minutes later as his hand moved to slip down your leggings and reach inside your panties as his lips moved up to nibble your ear. Placing your hands against his shoulders as his fingers continued to play with your flower, you now found yourself working with him and it made him smile. Biting your lip to stifle the sounds rising from your throat, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit sent you closer and closer to a release you never knew you wanted.
Moving faster and harder now to get enough friction to finish the job, you let out a whimper when Andy stalled all movement and looked into your lust-filled eyes. "Tell me you want this Amber. Tell me you want me," he moaned out and all you could do was add a strangled "yes" as he swiftly and successfully divested both of you of your lower garments. Then resting your pussy over his considerable length, he slicked himself up on the juices he had so far coaxed out of you before catching on your entrance and sliding home.
Sighing in relief at the fullness his length created within you, both of you began moving together, oblivious to the world outside the car and soon that high he interrupted was once again within your grasp. Reaching a hand up to cup your cheek as his hips thrust upwards to meet yours, he couldn't remember the last time he had seen anything so beautiful and he knew that despite your initial protests, he was going to be a part of your life going forward. Feeling you eventually begin to tighten around him, he snaked that same hand to your throat and squeezing just enough, watched in awe as your orgasm took over and your arousal gushed around him.
Still hard and chasing his own release, he ignored your feeble whimpers and flailing limbs as he worked you towards another high so you both could experience the blissed out high together. Releasing you just as you reached the cusp of passing out, the thrilling experience, along with the newly restored oxygen was enough to send both of you over the edge and coming together your cries were music to his ears as his curses joined yours in a song that reached the heavens. Continuing to gently pump into you as your exhausted body relaxed against him, Andy soothed your trembling form with words part of you would be thankful you couldn't hear.
"Oh honey, that was beautiful. He knew when he saw you you were perfect." he cooed, as your eyes began to close and his lips met your hair. "Rest now Amber, the week the guys and I have planned for you is only the beginning," and with that he reached for his phone and pressing one, waited for the voice on the other end before speaking. "Yeah, you were right, she's perfect. I'll be sending her your way tomorrow. Just be ready," and with that he ended the call, set the alarm for thirty minutes and pulling a blanket from the back, threw it over both of you as he held you close, closed his eyes and thought about the future the three of them would have with you.
Opening your eyes thirty minutes later to find your half naked form wrapped in a blanket in the passenger's seat, the ache between your legs and the memory of the past few hours told you that a good time was had by all. Looking over now as Andy drove back towards your home, his hand reaching out to squeeze yours was once again a welcome balm. Drifting off back to sleep, you were shocked to open your eyes once again to find you held safely in his arms as he placed you in your bathroom.
Leaving you to tidy yourself up while he went to check on Tika, you did what you needed to do before entering your bedroom to find both of them waiting for you. Rising from the bed and kissing your forehead, Andy promised he'd be right back and then headed to the bathroom while you bent down to greet your girl. Tickling behind her ears, asking her how she was and telling her what a great night you had, that was the same position Andy found you in when he returned a few minutes later.
Reaching down to help you up as his hand circled your waist and your body sank back against his, he kissed, sucked and nibbled your neck before moving both of you towards your bed. Getting in and drawing your body down with him, you rested your head against his chest as your eyes closed and sleep claimed you. Looking down then on you nestled against him, he joined you in slumber knowing you had no idea what he or tomorrow held in store.
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The next morning found you snuggled up warmly in bed dreaming of a night filled with Halloween fun and sex with a handsome stranger. Rolling over while stretching lazily, a mild ache between your legs and a noise in your kitchen suddenly had you wide awake and sitting upright. Dragging yourself out of bed, opening the door and calling Tika, a bounding dog, a heavenly smell and the stranger from your dream poking his head around the doorframe told you that your dream was anything but. Stopping in your tracks to bend down and acknowledge your four legged friend, Andy's voice easily brought your attention back to his presence.
"Morning Amber honey, how did you sleep?" he asked and part of you wondered if he was genuinely asking or if he was simply baiting you. Standing up while still keeping a loving hand on Tika's head, you opened and closed your mouth numerous times as Andy walked closer and closer to you. Finally standing before you, he bent down and kissed your lips tenderly before reaching out to take your hand and lead you towards the kitchen.
Stopping in the doorway as Tika bounded in after you, the smell that reached you earlier now hit you at full strength and you had to wonder if drool was leaking from your mouth. Clearing your throat as Andy tugged gently on your arm, you finally found your voice as his troubled gaze locked with you. "Andy, is that . . . muffins I'm smelling?" you questioned quietly as you held onto him a bit tighter to keep from being overwhelmed by the smells assaulting your senses.
"Yes," he beamed at you while moving you towards the table before continuing, "there's also some freshly brewed coffee and all I need to know now is if you'd prefer scrambled eggs or an omelette." he asked as he sat you at the table, wrapped his arms around you and brought his bearded cheek next to yours.
Hovering somewhere between desire and annoyance as his lips soothed the mild burns his beard left on your face, you figured dealing with Andy Barber would be a damn sight easier after you had some food in your stomach. So, taking a deep breath, you put on your best smile and politely asked if it wouldn't be too much trouble for him to make an omelette. Telling you it was perfectly fine, Andy kissed you once more and then brought you a cup of coffee and a muffin before heading off into the kitchen proper to prepare your omelette.
Tucking into your muffin as Andy hummed while he worked, you hoped he couldn't hear the tiny moans that left your lips as the sinful snack made its way down your throat. Tasting way better than any you could ever remember having, you found yourself wondering if dealing with this man you knew very little about was worth the risk just to keep tasting such a divine treat. Your ability to answer this question was sadly interrupted however when said stranger appeared before you and placed the omelette before you.
Thanking him, partly because it was expected but partly because you were actually grateful, this time your body betrayed you as you took a bite and moaned loud enough that even Tika's attention was now fixed on you. Stopping on his way to his own chair directly across from you, the raised eyebrow and smirk told you that he too had heard and lowering your gaze you hoped he would just let it go. And thankfully it seemed the chuckle he emitted as he took his seat was all the attention your moan was going to get.
Eating the rest of your breakfast in silence, you were then ready to finally say goodbye to Andy Barber and spend the day in peace with your girl. But that apparently would have to wait. Rising from the table and taking the plates to wash up everything, he then walked you over to the two stacks of boxes waiting on the counter. "Okay Amber, so while you were sleeping I took care of the treats we made yesterday. The blue box here is for the neighborhood kids. I thought you or I could drop them off before the schools finish for their break. These," he continued, placing his hand on the yellow box, "are for the local shelter and include some of the muffins I baked this morning. I'll leave those for you to drop off." he said and had you been paying any sort of proper attention you might have noticed the glint in his eye at this statement.
Agreeing now to anything just to get rid of him, you allowed him to take you in his arms and kiss you quick before he rested his forehead against yours. Thanking you for a day he promised he would never forget, he reached down and pinched your ass before releasing you and heading over towards your dog. Bending down to pet your girl while you stood there watching him, he then retrieved the blue box and kissing you one last time headed out the door and out of your life.
Taking a deep breath as you heard the door closing, you then sat down at the table and looking at the remaining box figured that once it was delivered you could finally put the past twenty-four hours firmly behind you. But Mr. Barber it seemed was not quite ready to let you go.
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An hour later having tidied up the rest of the kitchen, you grabbed hold of the yellow box of treats and hauling them out to your vehicle, you then returned to deal with Tika. Finding her chain where you always left it, you called her to you and attaching it to her collar led her out to the waiting vehicle. Securing her inside and sitting yourself behind the wheel, you took a moment to breathe away the previous day in favor of a more normal existence with your wonderful companion.
Starting the engine then and driving the hour to the local shelter, you stepped inside to be greeted by Steve Rogers, the man who made sure the place was always running smoothly no matter what seemed to happen anywhere else in the surrounding area. Admiring his grit and dedication to this project, you were always amazed how grateful he was for even the smallest donation and now proved just the same as always.
Walking in step with you to your vehicle to retrieve the box, you were surprised when he began to pet and talk to Tika. Not knowing that he had watched both of you numerous times as you walked in the park or camped out in the pet play area, you were once again in for the second shock of the week when Steve turned to face you before speaking. "Listen sweetheart, why don't you take this lovely girl here to the park, which is what I'm guessing you were going to do and I'll take care of these," he continued, eyeing the box, "and return this to you tomorrow before our date."
Looking at him now as if he had suddenly grown two heads, you slowly closed the back door and edged towards the driver's side of the vehicle. Cursing yourself for not having your phone to hand, you stopped short when Steve joined you a few seconds later and kissed your cheek before walking away while tossing the gentle reminder over his shoulder. "See you tomorrow, enjoy the park." Opening the door and all but diving behind the wheel, you locked the doors and took a deep breath secure in the knowledge that this second creep of the week had no way of finding you. Then starting the engine, you drove off towards the park in the hopes of finally relaxing your cares away.
Arriving at the park with the best of intentions, you already noticed how these two mysterious weirdos had already begun to exert subtle changes on your behavior. Where you normally let Tika and the whims of fate dictate which parts of the park you and your girl explored, today found you walking through the crowded areas or hanging longer around the pet play area. Still seeing the delight reflected in Tika's playful spirit and conversing with some of the other dog owners about their beloved pets and the worry this week brought them, you left the park two hours later feeling in higher spirits than when you arrived.
Heading then to your favorite out-of-the-way bistro where thankfully Tika was always welcome, you tucked into a delicious soup followed by some pumpkin pie before leaving the day behind and heading home. Pulling back into your drive just as the sun was beginning to dip, you took your girl inside and locking up the house, settled in for the night with a favorite Halloween movie and some popcorn. Draping yourself across the couch you and Tika then settled in for a spooky experience, while back in the city two people with you in common, along with one you had yet to meet, worked on the next phase of their plan.
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Tika crawling up the bed to wake you the next morning told you that at some point you had moved yourself to your bed though you didn't remember how or when. Slowly sitting up and attuning your ears to the house around you, an invisible weight lifted off you when no sound reached your ears. Pulling on your robe and slippers, you silently opened the bedroom door enough to peek your head out and see if your ears had perhaps deceived you. Again hearing nothing, you threw open the door and directing Tika outdoors for her morning run, you then adjourned to the bathroom to make yourself presentable. Half an hour later, finally dressed in jeans and your most comfortable fall sweater, you headed back into the kitchen and smiled a massive smile when you were greeted with absolutely nothing.
Now sure, of course Andy could cook and you could definitely get used to someone treating you to all manner of culinary delights, but strange men showering you with attention you never asked for during the spookiest week of the year was definitely a bit suspect. Turning on some music before opening the back door again to allow some of the fall morning waft into the house, you set about sorting out some breakfast before deciding what you planned to do with your day. Sitting down and pouring some yogurt over your fresh fruit and granola, you were happily halfway through your breakfast when a knock at the door indicated that your perfect peace was about to be interrupted. Hoping against hope that it was only the mail, yesterday's conversation at the shelter told you to be on your guard, so rising from the table and heading out the back when the knocking continued, a careful walk round the side of the house confirmed that Steve Rogers had also somehow tracked you down.
Sneaking back the way you came, a broken twig underfoot soon gave you away however and words hollered on the breeze told you that yet another peaceful day was about to turn pear shaped. Stopping where you stood as the powerful super soldier walked to meet you, this time however you had to rethink your assumptions of this man when reaching you he produced a bouquet of lilies and lilacs accompanied by a glorious smile. "Glad to see you up and about Amber." he greeted as he once again kissed your cheek and handed you the flowers.
Flicking your gaze between him and his offering, you reluctantly thanked him before asking if he wanted to join you inside though you now had no illusions that he was going anywhere. Following you inside, he watched as if in fascination as you found a vase, filled it with water and placed the bouquet gently within. Then moving it to a spot on the counter where it would get some light without cooking the wonderful flowers, Steve found his heart swelling as you took a moment to inhale their heavenly scent. Then turning to face him, you figured it was time to find out exactly what was going on.
"Alright Mister Rogers, spill. How did you find me and what are you doing here?" you asked as you leaned against the counter while he took a seat at the table you had been forced to leave.
"First, do you think you could call me Steve?" he inquired, getting comfortable as you continued to scowl at him, "and second, could the questions wait until after you've finished your breakfast?" he asked as he then directed you to sit before continuing, "it is the most important meal of the day after all."
"Fine," you huffed out, walking the short distance to take up residence once again in your vacated seat, "but then you answer everything I ask you," you continued before finishing off your food. Watching in silence as you ate quickly, Steve seemed enthralled by every little thing you seemed to do and the more he looked at you the deeper he fell in love. Though he accepted he better keep that piece of information to himself.
At last eating up all your food and cleaning up, you returned to the table and listened intently as Steve confessed that Andy had passed along your address while he too had plans for the two of you. Sighing deeply at the thought of yet another man you barely knew wanting to treat you to a day's activities, your memories of the day with Andy made you wonder what Steve had in store. Grudgingly agreeing, though he refused to let slip the exact details, you were at least happy to learn that the clothes currently adorning your body would suit the day just fine. So making sure your girl was safe and happy you locked up once again and taking a chance on another stranger, followed Steve to the front drive where getting on his motorbike a new adventure awaited.
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Holding tight to Steve as his bike carried you towards the unknown day he had mapped out, you closed your eyes and rested your head against his broad shoulders as the world whipped by around you. Eventually slowing down, you opened your eyes and gazed out on a breathtaking expanse of beach that was completely deserted. Placing his hands on your hips and effortlessly lifting you from the bike, you suddenly felt totally disoriented when your vehicle drove up just behind you and Andy and Tika appeared within. Looking now between your vehicle and the man beside you, a smirk from Steve was all the confirmation you got that something beyond your comprehension was going on.
Opening the door to free Tika who bounded over to you, Andy simply rolled down the window and blew you a kiss as Steve engaged him in conversation. "So we'll see you in about two hours, yeah?" Steve asked Andy as you watched the exchange suspiciously while showering affection on Tika. Nodding in agreement, he then reached over and passed Steve a blanket-covered basket before driving away.
Turning now to face you, a hand on your hip as your other hand held Tika's leash told Steve that an explanation was in order. "I took your keys while you took care of the flowers, placed them in the ignition and texted Andy regarding my plan." he stated as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Picnic?" he then asked as he directed you and Tika towards the sand.
Letting go of Tika as Steve took your hand and walked both of you to a spot halfway down the beach, the sea breeze and the smell of the ocean eased your anxiety somewhat and watching your girl splash about the water's edge took your attention away from Steve as he lay down the blanket and sat back to watch you enjoy the peace around you. Taking off your boots and walking down to the water, the sand underfoot and the waves lapping against your toes were a feeling you would forever cherish. Enjoying the view, but feeling somewhat lonely, the super soldier's voice soon reminded you that this was not your typical getaway.
"Amber sweetheart," he called and he had to admit as you turned around to face him, he had never seen a more glorious sight, "you wanna join me and see what Andy packed us?" he asked and kicking your feet through the water once more, you took one last look at Tika shaking off some water before heading back to today's captor. Sitting down beside him, you thanked him for the offered sandwich and taking a bite, you had to admit it tasted delicious.
Relaxing then into the quiet beauty all around you, you actually found a peace you had long been missing and you were surprised to find yourself taking the initiative when you stood up, reached out your hand and asked Steve if he'd join you for a walk before Andy returned. Smiling up at you in genuine happiness, he readily agreed as you called your girl and headed off towards the water. Enjoying the walk and Steve's easy company, you were a bit disappointed when his phone lit up to inform him that Andy had arrived back with your vehicle. Reluctantly ready to head back home, you were in for another shock however when Steve led you back to his bike and told you that the night was still young and one more adventure was still yours to be had. Saying goodbye to Andy and Tika, you then got back on Steve's bike and prepared to head off on your next adventure.
Driving off in the opposite direction to home, your eyes lit up with excitement twenty minutes later when an ominous figure in a long black cloak directed you to the parking area of a local haunted house. Getting off the bike and throwing your arms around Steve, this was one instance where your excitement couldn't be contained. Thanking him over and over again as he took your hand and led you inside, your joy was easily starting to infect him too. Walking up the front steps and entering through the well preserved entrance hall, both of you joined the small gathering as the costumed lady explained the eerie history of the place. Then moving through the house with a new-found spring in your step, Steve adored how your whole being suddenly seemed to change as people began to move away on their own.
Traveling from room to room recounting what the guide lady had told you upon arrival, you gripping Steve's hand almost like a vice told him that perhaps your bravado was all for show, so he decided to test it out. "Look Amber, this is where the devil is supposed to have appeared," he reminded you excitedly as both of you entered a grand library, "and this is where the lady of the house died of a broken heart waiting for her lover to return to her. And oh there," he whispered in your ear some time later as a rope outside caught his eye, "that's the tree where it's said countless women were hanged in ritual sacrifices when this was a private school for young women."
Wrapping his arms around you now as you buried your head in his chest to smother your shriek, Steve still looked around cautiously to make sure you hadn't attracted any unwanted attention and was thankful that your trip wasn't really intersecting with the other patrons. Heading off then towards the remaining unexplored parts of the house, you stopped suddenly and reached for his arm as a sound reached your ears.
"Steve, tell me you heard that." you asked while turning now to face your super soldier with a look of horror gracing your features.
"Heard what Amber?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow and a genuine look of concern.
"Heard what? That whistling." you whispered seriously while waving your hand in the general direction in front of both of you. "Listen." Furrowing his brows in extreme concentration, Steve looked intently between you and where you pointed before you interrupted with your questions once again. "Well?"
"Sweetheart this place is ancient, I'm pretty sure it's just a breeze coming through some crack," he reassured, " but if you want I'm more than happy to offer my protection."
Scoffing now at his suggestion and refusing to let his skepticism dampen your senses, you simply stuck out your tongue, went back to holding his hand and continued on with the tour. Then finally having returned to the entrance hall, a mild sadness filled you until Steve leaned closer and whispered in your ear, "Don't be disappointed sweetheart, Halloween isn't over yet and we still have so much planned for you."
So happily accepting the offered hot chocolate and savoring the taste and warmth of it, both of you then mounted Steve's bike for the final time as he returned you back to your welcome abode. Taking care of Tika while you got yourself ready for bed, you were once again shepherded off to sleep in the powerful arms of another stranger who had somehow wormed his way into your bed and your heart.
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A wet sensation by your ear the next morning had you reaching up your hand to shoo away your loveable pooch. "Tika no girl, lie down. It's too early." you whined, but a foreign feeling between your legs had your eyes shooting open as a powerful hand clamped over your mouth to stifle a startled scream.
"Shhh Amber, it's just me." Steve whispered before trailing his lips along your neck. "I'm going to release your mouth sweetheart and you're going to behave," he warned as the other hand you were only now aware of applied some gentle pressure to your pussy.
Doing as he promised, you then tried to relax but this proved difficult as the fullness in your pussy indicated that Steve's impressive length had already found it's way inside your cunt as you slept on obliviously. Whimpering now as his mouth returned to its previous exploration, a sinful moan escaped your lips as his hips jerked gently and his fingers worked their magic over your clit.
Stimulating your lower body as his other hand now wormed its way under your top to pinch and knead your tits, it didn't take long until the feelings he was stirring within you had your orgasm building to the point where you actively began to participate in your own undoing. Grinding against him to get that final bit of friction needed to send you into orbit, the chuckle that escaped his throat and him stalling his movements was enough to finally bring you back to reality as a frustrated scream ripped forth from you.
"Steeeve no," you pouted, trying harder now to get him to move. "I need more, baby. Fuck me harder." you cried out and as his laughter reached your ears, you wished with all your heart you had the ability to reach around and slap him. As it was however all you could do was continue to wriggle your ass against him and hope the pressure in your pussy drove him as wild as he was driving you. Groaning now on a particularly strong squeeze of your walls, you smiled with glee and relief as Steve took pity on both of you and went back to his previous activities.
Continuing to move his hips at a gentle pace, his talented fingers, tongue and lips worked you back up in no time at all and feeling the pressure explode like fireworks, both of you came with a satisfied moan. Filling you up with his essence as he continued to see you through your high, you actually shocked both of you when you came once more and then thanked him as your body relaxed against his. Kissing you then with a soft chuckle, both of you drifted off back to sleep for a few more blissful hours.
Waking again closer to noon, it was now time to say goodbye to Steve and though a bit harder than it had been with Andy, you were still relieved when he kissed you tenderly, got on his bike and headed away from your property. Hoping now that the odd occurrence of meeting, dating and sleeping with strange men was finally behind you, you figured hanging out in your garden after a light meal was a sure fire way to avoid any more unwanted attention.
Choosing today to eat outdoors, you found a nice spot and sitting down, watched with joy as Tika headed off exploring while you tried to figure out what exactly you wanted to do Halloween wise. Sure you had decorated inside and were happy with the results, but two annoyingly handsome strangers had seriously put a dent in your Halloween plans. So now, despite the fun you had, it was time to decide what you wanted to focus on.
Finishing up your food, you headed back inside and looking at the small box of orange lights decided that this year you definitely wanted to go bigger. Promising yourself that you would hit the shops before closing time, you returned the box to its usual spot and heading back outside began the enjoyable task of sorting out the garden. While nothing fancy and therefore low maintenance, there was still the odd bit of weeding, watering and cutting to do and once finally completed, your aching body told you that a well deserved rest was now your reward. So laying out some food and fresh water for your beloved pooch, you then helped yourself to a spooky Halloween book on your lounger and soon lost yourself in its pages before sleep claimed you. Which was exactly where Steve and Johnny found you some time later.
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Pulling into the property in the truck Steve had borrowed from the shelter, Johnny couldn't believe the canvas that lay before him. Nestled neatly in a quiet neighborhood but still part of a beautiful wooded area, he felt like a kid with excitement running through his veins. Getting out and beginning to unload the boxes, Steve quietly made his way around the side of the house where a friendly Tika ambled up to him without waking you. Greeting your dog while then introducing her to Johnny, Steve stood at the ready if Tika took a dislike to the other man.
As it was he had nothing to worry about when Johnny dropped to the ground and began talking and playing with your adorable companion. Leaving these two now to walk over to your sleeping form, Steve shook his head at the carefree spirit of yours that had you totally oblivious to the danger you'd put yourself. Still though as he reached out to run his fingers along your cheek, he wished with all his heart that his sketch pad was within reach. Tearing his eyes away from your vulnerable form as Johnny approached, he knew that the memory of your beauty in this moment would stay with him forever. "So this is her," Johnny whispered as another set of blue eyes stared down at you from on high. "You guys weren't joking, she's stunning."
"Yeah, well just wait until you see her face lit up with the excitement of the spooky season. It really puts the stars in the heavens to shame," Steve answered fondly as the memory of your trip through the haunted house bloomed fresh in mind despite the obvious fear you had tried to hide. Turning his full attention back to the younger man, he was now all business. "So you know what you're doing here?"
"Oh absolutely," Johnny nodded enthusiastically, "think winter wonderland amount of decorations but with a definite spooky feel." he beamed.
"And you're sure you don't need any help?" Steve asked, a little unsure if his hot-headed friend could really pull this off.
"I got this. Seriously," Johnny answered tersely while also making sure not to wake you. "Look, you and the lawyer had your turns treating her like a goddess, now it's my turn. You just head off and make sure Barber's working on the treats while making sure the four of us don't run out of food," and so bending forth to place his lips against your temple, Steve then patted his friend's shoulder before slowly walking away.
Left alone now with you and a plan for the forest around your property, Johnny couldn't help but take a few moments to bask in your beauty. Kneeling down beside you and running his hand along your flannel-covered arm, a chuckle escaped his throat as he noticed a wisp of smoke rising from your sleeve. "Oops, sorry dove," he whispered as he pulled his warm hand away before he burned you. Thankful that his carelessness had neither hurt nor woken you, he lifted you tenderly from the lounger and, smiling as you snuggled deeper into his chest, walked you towards your home. Finding your room with relative ease, Johnny then placed you gently on the bed and carefully removing your boots, took a throw and laid it over you before speaking. "Sweet dreams now Amber. See you tomorrow," he whispered and walking away left you to whatever fantasies your young mind was treating you to.
Waking in your bed again four hours later, you let out a string of profanities as your mind tried to recall the events that landed you here. Having said goodbye to Steve after an interesting wake-up call, you had eaten, tended to your garden and settled down to do some reading. But what then? Had you come inside to lie down? But you didn't remember taking off your boots. Where we're your boots? Rising from the bed, you looked around your room to find them standing neatly by the door. Certain now that you definitely didn't have a hand in your current location, you sighed deeply when your mind told you only two options were available . . . Andy or Steve.
Deciding not to let their antics ruin what had so far been an amazingly relaxing day, you replaced your boots and heading back out to find your girl, was unprepared for the real shock the day would produce. Staring at the Halloween note taped to the kitchen door, your hand shook slightly as you reached out to take it.
Hey Amber,
The guys told me how much you love Halloween so here's my contribution. Don't worry though dove, I've still got one activity in mind for us to do together.
Johnny Storm🔥
Johnny Storm? Now your brain really did feel like a separate entity from your body as you didn't recall ever meeting anyone named Johnny. And what was this about a Halloween contribution and another stupid pet name. Deciding that the best course of action was to see if anything else was suspicious around the place, Tika bounding up to you couldn't distract from the wonder that greeted you as you stepped outside.
With multi-colored pumpkin lights hanging from the trees beside the path, walking into the forest revealed a spooky experience right out of your dreams. White translucent figures hung from certain trees, while trunks here and there had hands wrapped them. Then of course there were the customary spider webs, bats, zombies and dismembered limbs floating and lying all around you. Walking back towards the house as Tika now trotted along beside you, you figured you better find a way to really show your appreciation to this Johnny guy as you made your way to the front of the property.
Though you did acknowledge the serious lack of carved pumpkins, the front yard was just one more thing that took your breath away. Cauldrons, witches, gravestones and monsters tastefully located around the place had you torn between sheer delight and a gnawing dread that no trick or treater would dare come near your door on Halloween night. Heading back inside as you tried to get your head around the mammoth workload that had taken place to achieve such a scene, your heart all but jumped out of your chest as your whole house suddenly lit up in all manner of Halloween festivities as a beautiful display illuminated your humble abode. Wiping a stray tear now from your face at the kindness of this act, you spent a few wondrous moments watching the changing sequence before heading back inside to finish off your day with a meal, another movie and a warm cozy fire.
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Joining the land of the living on the morning before Halloween, part of you wondered what today held in store. Letting Tika out to explore and stretch her legs, you still couldn't wrap your head around the gloriously spooky sight that greeted you. Sure it had looked spectacular in the waning evening light the night before, but even in daylight, it was still something to behold. Standing there like that in your pyjamas soaking in the splendor all around you, the noise from your coffee machine would have startled you first if it wasn't for the handsome young man shouting out your name as he rounded the side of your house.
"Jeez, give me a heart attack why don't you." you shrieked as Johnny stood before you and raised a box between the both of you.
"Ah I'm sorry dove. Just came by to drop off some breakfast and see if you liked what I did with the place," Johnny stated before opening the box to reveal some freshly baked muffins. "A mutual friend told me you liked these," he added with a smirk.
Groaning now that you knew who the mutual friend was, you walked back inside and waited for Johnny to follow as was the customary action with these strangers. Sitting down at the table and placing the box upon it, you headed over to the coffee pot and pouring yourself a mug, turned around to face this new distraction. "Listen, thanks for the thought but I am not about to go eating food delivered by someone whose name I don't even know." you stated, waiting to see what his reaction would be. "Besides, I've got coffee so I'm all good."
Rising from the table and walking over to stand before you, Johnny trapped you between his powerful arms while still keeping your bodies a respectable distance apart. "Amber, while it's nice to see you have a healthy fear of food you haven't cooked, it would be nicer if you showed the same fear towards strange men entering your pussy," he said, glancing down as your thighs clenched together.
Trying to compose yourself as his warm breath fanned your face and his blue eyes rested on your now heaving chest, you found yourself unable to come up with any concrete excuse for your serious lack of judgement. Chuckling to himself as he stepped back to give you space however afforded you the clarity to sass something back. "You know what, that's a good point. Starting right now, no more strange men in my house or my pussy. The door's right there." you said, pointing back the way both of you had come.
"Ah ah ah," he admonished, waving his finger back and forth in front of your face, "there'll be none of that now dove. We're going to have a nice breakfast and then you and I are going to finish decorating this place." he stated before gently grabbing your arm and leading you towards the table. Then heading over to your fridge, he took out some eggs and winking over at you, broke them into a pan and balancing it on one hand began beating them with the other.
Watching in fascination and horror as the hand holding the pan began to glow, you were about to jump up and grab the pan when Johnny sent a warning look your way that told you not to move. Continuing to stare until he was done, he then plated up the food and placed it before you. Tucking into the scrambled eggs, your mouth watered at the delicious taste and you had to admit despite their questionable behavior, the guys could cook. Offering then to wash up, Johnny ushered you out of the kitchen so you could finally get dressed.
Returning then to find him talking to Tika, you were amazed that your girl took so well to all of them despite your reservations. Clearing your throat to get his attention, he smiled up at you and led you and your girl outside to make a start on his plans. Walking you out front to his vehicle, you raised an eyebrow when he locked it up and opened the back of yours for Tika to jump inside, then leading you to the passenger's side, he waited for you to get comfortable before sliding behind the wheel and driving away to an undisclosed location.
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Flicking his gaze over to you at various intervals to see you fidgeting in your seat, he finally took pity on you and reaching gently for your hand, tried to ease your discomfort. "Amber breathe. I promise what we're doing and where we're going will be nothing but fun," and as you looked up at him something in his features told you to relax.
Enjoying the rest of the drive a bit more as you focused on the autumn countryside all around you, your eyes lit up as your destination finally came into view. "Hold the phone," you exclaimed, as Johnny hit the indicator and turned off the road, "are you serious? We're getting pumpkins?" you asked excitedly.
"Picking. Carving. Taking back to your place to complete the spooky vibe." he answered and he couldn't help laughing and smiling when the vehicle stopped and you all but raced out of your seat to go explore. Getting Tika's leash and helping the pooch out of the back, Johnny paid the fee to the attendant and receiving your tickets headed off to find you. Slipping through the rows and rows of pumpkins as you examined various ones for size, shape and who knows what else, you were quickly brought back to your surroundings when a kind lady showed up with a wheeled basket.
"You look like you could use one of these dear," she said as she placed it beside you and then came to join you in your deliberations. "Now I don't know if you've been here before, but you do have options. You can of course pick your pumpkins here and then take them home. However if you want, you and your young man can also carve them here, enter a competition and maybe even enjoy some hot cider. Either way, just enjoy yourself." she finished and smiled at Johnny as she walked away when he and Tika reached your location.
Looking now at you standing in the middle of a field of pumpkins, deep in thought, Johnny swore he had never seen anything more beautiful and he finally understood what had attracted Steve in the first place. Reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder and get your attention, he began by reminding you that whatever happened, you first needed to pick out some pumpkins for Andy and Steve to work their magic on later. Finally getting with the program, the three of you began seriously appraising the pumpkins and picking out your entire stash, found the carving area quite easily.
Securing Tika's leash to the table as she lay down contentedly by your feet, you and Johnny then began the task of sorting through the pumpkins. Counting them out, Johnny began by handing an attendant the necessary fee and then turning back to you, asked what your plan was. "Well," you answered, brows furrowed in contemplation as you looked between him and the vast array of round colored objects before you, "I think we should start by setting aside the smaller ones to carve at home so they don't get damaged on the drive back. Then of course, we need to pick out the ones for Andy and Steve," you added, wondering now when you would see them again. "After that, all that's left is to see how good your carving skills are." you challenged and you had to admit the wink Johnny gave you did unreal things to your lady parts.
Spending the rest of the evening enjoying each other's company while also taking time to check out some of the other creations taking shape and form around the place, you had to admit that when the last pumpkin had been put away and the three of you headed off towards the social area, any anxiety you had that morning was well and truly lost to the magic and wonder of this place. Sipping on your hot cider and stroking Tika's head as Johnny spoke with some of the other patrons, you promised yourself that whatever the future held, never again would you deal with store bought pumpkins. Here in the heart of nature, surrounded by people who loved Halloween as much as you, you knew true joy and unbridled creativity.
Finally joining you and informing you it was time to go, you headed back to your vehicle, where securing your girl back inside, shocked both yourself and Johnny by throwing your arms around him and planting your lips firmly against his. Taking a moment to get with the program and embrace your enthusiasm, Johnny then kissed you back just as fervently, before pulling back while still holding you in his arms. "Not that I'm complaining dove," he uttered, looking around to make sure your private moment remained as such, "but what was that for?" he asked, before turning slightly to trap you between his body and the vehicle.
"I just wanted to thank you for everything, I guess," you muttered, now training your eyes anywhere except where your lower bodies connected. "This day has been amazing and when I think of what you did to my house . . . well, it's all too much."
"Oh dove no," Johnny replied, taking your chin and caressing a warm hand along your cheek. "Seeing the joy these simple things have brought you has been my genuine pleasure and I know the guys would agree. Now how about I take all this cargo home and we see about finishing off the night?" he asked and if he meant anything sexual by it, it never came across in his actions.
Finally reaching home and placing the entire array of pumpkins in the shed until the following day, Johnny then fed you, Tika and himself before using his talented and exceptionally warm hands to knead every inch, ache and pain around your body until you were nothing but a blissed out, sleepy pile of flesh and bone laid out before him. Gazing down on your smiling face as he finished massaging your chest and upper arms, he then stripped off his pants and boxers before wrapping himself around you and feeling you drift off to sleep in his loving embrace.
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Opening your eyes on Halloween morning more rested and content than you had ever felt in your young life, you couldn't stop yourself from looking up at the man whose chest your head currently rested on. Beautiful beyond belief and as naked as the day he was born, your hand suddenly felt possessed as it eased its way down his frame to rest gently over his somewhat impressive length. Watching his face as your fingers wrapped around his rod, you squealed in shock when his hand suddenly reached down to grasp your wrist.
"Dove, don't start anything I'm not prepared to finish," he stated sleepily before opening his eyes to gaze down at you. "We still have things to do and I've got plans for you." he added sincerely with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Though mildly disappointed at this rejection, his promise that it had more to do with timing rather than any non desire on his part, Johnny picking you up and placing you firmly atop his body while showering any available skin with warm kisses was enough to quiet your doubts until another thought took hold. "Wait a minute," you now asked, raising your chin off his chest and looking up at him, "what kind of plans are we talking about here?"
"Well Amber, let's just call them the kind of plans that leave you satisfied in the best possible way," he replied and as if to emphasize his meaning, ground you down against his cock before flipping you over onto your back and rising from the bed. Screaming out your frustrations as he then picked up his clothes and headed for the bathroom, you threw a pillow towards the door when his next words reached your ears, "don't pout dove, I always deliver. Now get your fine ass up before the day disappears."
Grudgingly pulling yourself out of bed when Johnny exited the bathroom, you did what you needed to do before dressing and joining him in the kitchen. Stopping by the door to greet Tika, you then took a seat at the table while Johnny finished plating up the food. Noticing now that there was way too much food for two people, what with french toast, pancakes, muffins, fruit, yogurt and omelettes, it didn't really surprise you when suddenly the back door opened and in walked Andy and Steve.
"Hello again, Amber. Hope these two have been treating you well." Andy said as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and rubbed his bearded face along your cheek as if marking his territory. "Have you missed me honey?" he then whispered as his hand settled over your left breast and squeezed gently.
Unable to answer as nothing but a moan escaped your lips, you were a little thankful when Steve decided it was his turn to have your attention. "Stand aside Barber," he bellowed as he elbowed the other man aside and helped you up from your seated position, "hey sweetheart, ignore him. Have you been having fun?" he asked as his lips met yours and his hands came to rest against your ass.
Getting ready to answer while enjoying the attention as Andy now came to stand behind you and trap you between the both of them, it was Johnny this time that put a damper on your fun. "Jeez guys, quit it with the groping and leave her be. It hasn't been that long since you've seen her and breakfast is ready," he said, handing you a cup of coffee and kissing your forehead before directing everyone to sit down.
Listening to each of them recount what their week so far had entailed, a slip of the tongue here and there told you that Andy had booked the haunted house for you and Steve, while the former Avenger had told Johnny of the wonderful pumpkin patch that had delighted you the day before. The most shocking revelation came however when Johnny asked Andy whether or not that spot he had suggested had been peaceful or crowded. Accepting then that these three had been working together to screw up your week, you grabbed some muffins from a plate and walking outside, decided you needed a break from their manipulations.
Not quite understanding what had upset you but knowing all the same that something was wrong, all three guys were quick on your heels and you wondered as they sat on the ground around the lounger if there would ever again be any escape from them. Especially when Steve asked what was wrong. Explaining that this whole thing with them was hugely confusing, Johnny decided that the best solution was distraction. So, taking the muffins and leading everyone back inside, he quickly took charge of the situation.
"Okay guys Amber and I are heading out for costumes and if you could have yours picked up and the remaining pumpkins carved by the time we get back that would be amazing. What about you dove," he then asked, turning to face you, "do you know what costume you'd like?"
"She's going to be an angel. Right honey?" Andy asked with a wink.
"Nah, our girl's going to be a princess," Steve interrupted and as all three of them bickered and debated over what you were going to be, an excellent idea blossomed in your mind. Turning around to tell Andy where they could find the pumpkins, while asking Steve to feed Tika, you then grabbed Johnny's hand and leading him out front was actually excited to go about organizing your costume.
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Finding everything you needed easily within the few stores you visited, a phone call from Andy found you and Johnny trying to track down the rest of the treats he requested while Steve apparently decided that you had to stop by a Halloween store to pick up two special ghoul hand lights that held red candles. Shaking your head at the ridiculous requests of two grown men would have made you laugh if it wasn't for the other ridiculous grown man who chose the ride home to suddenly park up at the side of the road before stopping the car. Looking over at him to ask what was going on, Johnny simply explained there was an issue with the car before getting out. Walking around to the back of the car and popping the top, he waited patiently until boredom set in and you too exited the vehicle. Asking what was taking so long while he fed you some mumbo jumbo car jargon, you soon had enough of his evasive answers and headed back to the front of the vehicle to wait.
Sitting down on the trunk to rest while he worked, Johnny's speed surprised you when he suddenly appeared before you and pinned you in place with his powerful frame. Asking what he was doing as you tried unsuccessfully to pull away, you soon got your answer when he knelt on the ground before you and started to peel your jeans and panties down your legs. Horrified now as your location sprang clear in your mind, your protests were soon forgotten as he looked up at you.
"Dove, I told you this morning I had a plan for you," he said with a wink before bending down and licking a stripe up your folds. Moaning at the sensation this action elicited as well as the venue he had chosen for your undoing, the next half hour had you calling on all the gods, both current and ancient, to not let anyone come upon you. Edging you over and over again on his tongue and fingers as the evidence of your activities pooled on the vehicle beneath you, you finally had enough, grabbed his hair and pulled until he finally looked at you.
"Johnny," you whined, "make me come before someone finds us. Please." you begged and something in his expression told you he was listening. Kissing your mound softly one last time, Johnny then took one look towards the road in both directions before unbuckling his pants, freeing his cock and focusing his attention back on you. Smiling down on your heaving form as he pumped his shaft, he at last took pity on you when you slapped his thigh and, running himself through your folds a few times, plugged you up in one powerful thrust.
Screaming at the sheer force of his intrusion and the size he possessed, your ass moving up and down his car was a welcome sign that the orgasms he had denied you would soon be within reach. Johnny still though was far from finished giving you what you craved and pulling out to just the tip while leaning forward to ravish your lips, he then pushed back in slowly inch by agonizing inch. Crying out as his kisses alternated between your lips and neck, the torturous see-saw motion of his hips was driving you nearer and nearer the edge, without letting you find the relief you actually needed. Finally threatening him to get it over with or else, he laughed out loud before increasing his thrusts to the point where you hoped the windshield would withstand the force.
At last feeling the glorious tightening in your core that signaled an earth shattering orgasm, Johnny's movements swiftly lost their smooth rhythm and adding his groans to your moans, he came with you as your back arched up to meet him. Continuing to bring you down as his hips slowed to a sensual pumping, you actually sighed with relief as he kissed you quickly, pulled out and helped you off the vehicle. Putting yourself back together, he then drove the rest of the way to your house where Steve and Andy’s smirks told you they knew, or at least suspected, what had taken place.
Heading inside then to change into your costume and get the treats ready for when the neighborhood children came calling, you eventually joined the guys outside and was blown away by the final result. Watching Johnny use his powers to light up the last few pumpkins, your heart lifted that these three amazing guys had actually made the spooky week quite spectacular. Looking at Steve to see him once again sporting his old Captain America uniform, you wondered what Andy had chosen when an amazing red devil appeared behind you and wrapped you in his arms. "Hey honey, you went with warrior goddess I see," he whispered as his lips found that sweet spot behind your ear.
"Not exactly," you answered, pulling out of his embrace and placing the final piece of your costume on your head. "I'm Medusa," you proclaimed, looking between all three of them, "and if you anger me, I'll turn you to stone." Bowing down before you as they admired your costume, your fun however was interrupted by the first set of trick or treaters of the night. Spending the rest of the night giving out treats and enjoying all the elaborate costumes on display, you were actually relieved when night finally fell.
Enjoying as the wind whistled gently through the trees and the sounds of nature filled the forest, Johnny led you to the blanket Andy had placed on the ground and laying you down, waited for Steve to put the final log on the bonfire. Then waiting for the guys to take up their spots, Johnny once again produced a flame from his hand and throwing it at the logs welcomed the heat and magic it brought to the environment. Telling ghost stories then as Tika rested against Andy's legs, all four of you eventually just settled down to enjoy each other's company, the stars above and the fabulous fire displays that Johnny threw up into the night. Not knowing now what tomorrow would hold, in this moment you found it didn't matter as you couldn't remember the last time you had felt so cherished and appreciated.
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