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[thewritersaddictions]

The Old: Steve Rogers- Whole Heart

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Summary: Being with Captian America is hard espically since he's to much of a gentleman until he's drunk.

Warnings: drunk, drinking, drunk man's words are a sober man thought, kissing, making out, drunk Steve Rogers, arm candy, implied-smut

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 2.1k

The Old Master List // Marvel Master List // Main Master List

Going out with the Avengers was never an easy feat. I had been hired to be an escort of sorts for the great Captain American. Tony Stark had contacted me one day an email coming through, and suddenty I was working for Stark industaires under who I soon realized was having me be around Captain American ‘Steve Rogers’ so the public would stop loosing their minds.At public events were the avengers had to dress up nicely, and talk with the public it was imperative that I was standing next to Steve side. To the publics large eye Captain American; Steve Rodgers is a taken american man.

 Nothing had really been solidified, but no matter where the two of us went we were always together. Steve’s hand resting on my waist and a soft gentle kiss would land on my forehead when we took pictures at a carpet. My first meeting with Tony Stark, and Steve Rodgers was more then hard to process. I was escorted from my apartment to the Stark Tower building. A black car picking me up and dropping me off right at the front door. Tony was the first I met. “Hello sweetheart, You must be Y/n. Do you know why I contacted you?” He asked as he opened the large glass door, I nodded and walked in. “Good, that’s good. Now if Cap does end up liking you which I personally think he will. You’ll be moved here to living in the apartments.” Tony went on and on about all the information I would need to know if I got the job. 

“Can I ask one thing sir?” I asked as the elevator came to a stop. “You said that i would get payed, how much?” He threw back his head in laughter, “yeah I should probably let you know about that right. I was thinking as long as you work for us, and keep the crazy ladies off of Steve then hundred thousand per year.” My mouth flew open, and then closed I swallowed hard. “Okay, thank you sir.” “Oh, please call me Tony.” Tony winked at me at the doors opened and led me towards a conference room. I had never met any of these guys in real life. Now I had seen multiple pictures posted online, been here on earth for a while and known that the world had almost ended multiple times already. 

There he was in his blue eyes, and blonde hair glory. He stared at me for only a few moments and then cleared his throat. “Steve buddy… this is the wonderful women I was talking about earlier.” Steve hums looking at me from the corner of his eye. “What do I need her for?” I understand the hesitance. It’s not I was really anyone important, “You be nice to her, she’s going to help some of your probalm with your old imagine. You need to have a women, a beautiful women.’ Tony pauses and looks at me, “On your arm from now on.” “Like arm candy?” I ask involentarliy. “I hate that phrase, but sort of. You can date who ever the hell you want just when we call we need you to be there and will Steve, being cute and whatever else.” Tony says. “I’ll leave you to talk, and then once that’s over you’ll just sign this form and we can get you moving into Stark Tower. 

Tony leaves. Steve and I sit in utter silence for a few moments. “I’m not great with women, I’m sorry for being rude with you.” I shurg off his words. “It’s okay really, is it okay if I call you Steve?” I ask sweetly, Steve smiles and nods. “So, if I agree and you agree then we have a deal. I’ll be your arm candy and you can live your very long life without getting harassed by the crazy women and men out there.” I says jokingly but Steve doens’t laugh, instead he keeps his eyes on me. “Sorry I was just trying to think of a reason to say no, but don’t worry I can’t think of any.” I roll my eyes and sign the paper before handing them to Steve. 

Events came and went, I got moved into the apartments in the tower, and now I was at the beck and call of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark. The first appearance we had, everybody was on us. Steve protected me at first and he answered most questions. Like ‘Where’d you two meet?’ ‘Does she also have a superpower?’ ‘How long have you been together for?’ The questions never seemed to stop, and I was always so nervous to be out in the flash lights and sometimes, only sometimes would Steve grab my hand before getting out of the black SUV at an events and tell me “You’ll do great dear.” I’d smile always because who couldn’t smile when the american dream boy was telling you that you’ll be just fine because he was going to be by your side even if it was pretend. 

When Steve first kissed my forehead in the public eyes it was on every magazine that my mother called and asked so many ridiculous questions. Then the popparzie started to scream and shout at the two of us about kissing on the lips, but Steve rogers is the most gentle and sweetest gentleman that was ever born. He’d just smile and shake his head. I was falling for him, and that was just how it was. It was okay if Steve didn’t because I could live in my pretend world for as long as the night allowed, wearing gorgeous dresses, and standing next to the American man. 

And then everything stopped. 

The world was in need of being saved yet again. Everybody suited up, and I tried not to have my heart break as I watched Steve walk out in his suit. I smiled at him weakly as he walked out. He smiled back and nodded his head. My chest burned for days, for weeks as long as it took for them to all return. Injured or not they had returned safe and having saved the world from another threat. Loki, or space villains. My captain american had saved us. When I saw him in the building I ran has hard as my slipper feet could carry me. I ran until I hit his suit covered chest. “You’re alright?!” I asked. He hugged me, handding his shield off to someone else. “I did, are you alright?” He asked me, I giggled. “I was fine here at the tower.” I felt like I was princess, but in the same aspect I knew that Steve was never going to be the man to come save me from the horrible tower. 

In a weeks time after the end of the Avengers fight. Tony declares a party to be had for saving the world yet another time. Steve and I are forced to go, well if Steve didn’t want to do then I wouldn’t go. Regardless I was asked to pick froma large selection of dresses for this party. Picking a dress was hard in itself, since I never knew what Steve was going to be wearing. This time I picked a blue, sparkling, floor gown. Silver heels that made me only a few inches taller, along with some red jewlery. If someone didn’t comment that I looked like the american flag I would be more then surprised. 

I met Steve at the doors of Stark tower. He stared in awe at me for only a moment and put his arm out for me, we walked in synce with each other and then when we got into the black SUV. Steve went somewhere else in his mind I mean. “Steve are you alright?” I questioned, putting a hand on his knee. The suit was fitting his nicely, like his body wanted to explode out of it. “I’m just very tired, and I honestly would love to have a few drinks at this event.” I giggle at Steve confession. I cover my mouth, “I’m sorry Steve, but you should have a few drinks tonight. I’ll be the every doting girlfriend that the public loves to rave on about.” He looks at me for a moment, and then nod his head once more. “Thank you Y/n.” 

The event is more of a spectaly of all of the heroes and superheroes that had a hand in saving the world. A new magazine shot for this hero, and a new talk show event for this one. It’s all of a party as it is a business man making move behind the carpet of fashion, sex, and money. Steve and I stand close together, pictures being taken and then we’re moved towards the party portion. I grab a drink for the both of us a flute of champagne. Handing one to Steve he takes it, and gulps it down within a second. “Whole on, Steve you’ll be drunk before you say ‘Tony Stark has parties all the damn time.’ Steve laughs and nods setting the empty flute down on a passing tray. 

Parts of the night are blurred by loud music, and talking with Steve in a booth in the back where the music wasn’t able to reach just yet. I was unfortunately dragged away by black widow, or Scarlett. She had become a great friend of mine during this extending stay at Stark tower. “Can I borrow your date for a few dances, Steve?” He nods, and I hand my shoes off to him, not really wanting a few blisters tomorrow morning. 

Scarlett and I dance for what seems like hours. By the end of it I’m sweating through my sparkling dress, and Scarlett’s face is just as red as her hair is. We laugh and giggle, and as I turn I see Rogers sitting at the bartop. A glass in his hand, I make my way towards the bar doging and moving out of dancing peoples way. 

When I get to Steve he’s msot definitely a little drunk, but as a super human I assume it takes a lot. I ask the bartender for a water, and then I move my attention to the American Man in front of me. “Heya Steve you doin’ alright?” I ask, he laughs and nods his head. Then stares at me. “I have a deep dark secret!” He shouts out, not that he has to anymore they’d lowered the music. “Captain american doesn’t have secrets.” I remind him, he scoffs. “This Captain america does.” He slurs, I smile, and move the glass of alcohol far from his reach. Steve shakes his head vigorously. “I do to have secrets.” He fusses. All eyes are on Tony Stark as he rambles on behind us, not even the bartender is here anymore. Steve pulls me into him at the bar top, his legs opening and making me slide in between them. 

 His breath smells of alcohol, but that’s not what gets me heart racing. It’s when Steve brings his lips to my ear and starts to lick the outer shell, then he start to mumble. “You have my whole heart, and my whole mind. Day and Night. It’s all you and everything is you Y/n.” Steve confesses. I stare there dumbfounded. Thinking all this time that the love had been one sided. “When you came and ran towards me making sure I was okay that’s not when I knew, but only made me realize it even more.” I stare into his blue eyes, “When did you realize it?” I asked still dumbfounded, He bites his bottom lip, “When you first walked into the conference room sweetheart.” His words send shivers down my spine. 

I move quickly, reaching up and grabbing his sharp jaw and reaching up on the tips of my toes. Lips pressed together. Sure theres a taste of alcohol on Steve lips, but it’s all worth it just to finally kiss him. For all the days and weeks of yearning for him to touch me more then just on the hips and a kiss on my forehead. 

The kissing gets hotted quickly, and everything around us quiets around us. I thought I could get drunk off of alochol, but kissing Steve is just as bad as drugs or the strongest of alochol. Steve grabbed me up, braidal style and walked the two of us out of the party room. “What are we doing Steve?” I ask quietly. “I’m taking you home and I’m going to get to work on worshipping your beautiful body that I’ve been very dumb to ignore.” Steve mutters as he walks us down the emergency stairs. My heart races in my chest, but my legs yearn to be spread open and devoured at last.

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Posted on: 06/06/2023

The Old-

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[blackwidow-bby]

Positions - Marvel Ladies x Fem!Sub!Reader

Summary: You're a sex worker and you've been hired by a new client for a "group activity".

genre: smut(18+)

pairings: Maria Hill x fem!reader, Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader, Carol Danvers x fem!reader, Yelena Belova x fem!reader

warnings: D/S dynamics, face slapping, spanking, strap on use, degradation, orgy, big ole lesbian train, oral, throat f*cking, name calling, degradation, thigh riding, fingering

AN: I am...well not a pro at writing dirty things especially not with multiple people but I hope you all enjoy regardless!

I don't own any marvel characters!!

Your assistant had just called you into her room. Your week had been slow but fruitful. Normally, it would be a regular client for the month, nothing to sweat over. Your thoughts started to run over who it could be. Maybe Mr. Dean, he usually calls on a Friday but you could've sworn you saw him two weeks ago. That didn't leave a lot of your regulars left to be requesting you as you knew their schedules like the back of your hand.

As if she could read your mind upon entering her space, she spoke, "Y/N, you have a call for a new client. Something about a friend requesting your services? The only thing is..." She hesitated almost thinking if she should tell you the rest of the details before she proceeded. "Well, it's for a group. You don't have to take up the offer if you're uncomfortable with that. I can call her back and let her know you declined."

To tell the truth, the thought of it being a group of strangers did make you uncomfortable, but your assistant wouldn't put you into a situation without going through the proper protocols first. She knew a head count of how many, roughly where they all worked, and several phone numbers. It always helped to be extra safe in these situations where you could be overpowered.

"Who inquired?" you asked interestedly. "She goes by N.R., gave me a headcount of all of her friends that would be attending. There's not going to be any men there, but I guess 'more power in numbers' is still 'more power in numbers'." In all honesty, women gave you way less shit about certain things than men did. Hopefully they'd be way more understanding if you didn't want to do specific activities.

"Call her back and tell her I'll take the offer. Do you know how much she's paying?" Your assistant slid a little sticky note over to you as she dialed the number of one 'N.R.'. You swear you almost choked when you saw how much she offered for you. That was a lot of zeros compared to usual. You walked away to get a water from the mini-fridge while you vaguely listened in to your assistant's phone conversation.

Good.

Perfect.

Okay, I'll tell her to meet you there at 6:30.

Extra clothes, yes ma'am. Have a nice day.

"Hey Y/N, I've written down the address, floor, and room number. It's uh...a really high end hotel in New York City. She also said to bring an extra change of--" you interrupted her, "Extra clothes? I overheard." you started wondering what for? Dinner? Go out? "Uhm, yes, she said extra comfy clothes." Comfy? Was she expecting you to spend the night? You looked down at your watch to see how much time you had to get ready. 2 hours. It wasn't enough but you could make it work. "Alright then, I should go freshen up."

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An hour and a half later had found you briskly walking toward the extremely tall and very expensive looking hotel in the Upper East Side. You lived in Queens and while the distance wasn't very far, paired with the traffic, the feeling of unsettlement about being late to such a client was enough to make you almost hurl.

You made your way inside the lobby, barely looking at your surroundings. You wanted to get up to the room as quickly as possible without being noticed. "Excuse me," Could you ever be so lucky? "Are you here for Ms. Romanoff?" Who? That must be your clients last name. "She said she was expecting a guest soon." The lady was being extra kind to you, she had an inviting smile. You almost wanted to never lie to her. "Yes, I'm here to see Ms. Romanoff." you replied quietly. It felt like your voice would echo too hard around the warmly lit lobby. You thought it would break you to hear your own voice shrill around such a pristine room.

"Very well, I'll show you to her room." Your nerves began to spike more the higher up you went. It was as if every floor number on the elevator was the level of anxiety you started to feel. Your palms were sweating and you could've sworn your back was too. The lady just kept her eyes forward with a meek little smile. It took every fiber of your body to not explode your feelings all over that elevator.

Ding

The elevator stopped, of course she was in a penthouse suite. You rolled your eyes as how predictable this situation was playing out. The kind lady, who's name you definitely forgot to get, remained in the elevator as you walked out. "There's a number for room service if you ladies need anything." She sung out. "Thank you."

The walk to her door seemed to never end. Your feet were dragging like gravity was doing everything in its power to keep them on the ground. The air was getting hotter as time slowed in the short distance it took to reach her door. You rang the little buzzer and a melodic voice called beyond the frame.

"Coming!"

You could hear the light patter of a single set of feet. The knob then turned and revealed a stunning short redhead with bright eyes. You were certainly gawking at the sight of her but there was nothing you could do to pull your own attention away. She had a smirk on her face when she saw you staring but not saying anything. "You must be Y/N, it's very nice to meet you. Come in and lets get you introduced to everyone."

She reached out her hand to you and you took it gently. her palms were much colder than yours and her fingers were long and slender. her hair was shoulder length and fire-y. The room was massive, and clean. She had all of the blinds closed to keep any natural light and eyes from entering the den. Scanning the room some more you noticed a couple items around the room. Non-traditional furniture. It was going to be one of those events. There were also four other heads aside from the host's. She turned around once reaching the main room and faced you. "My name is Natasha, over there is Wanda," another read-head standing behind everyone else with a glass of wine in her hands, she lightly nodded, "...that is Carol in the middle," a blonde woman with a bright and bubbly smile. She seemed taller than the rest but she was also sitting down on a piece of equipment that will no doubt be used in a different way by you. Natasha gestured to a brunette, "...this is Maria," another tall and slender woman, didn't offer a smile but a simple wave to your direction. You were scared of her the most. "...and this is Yelena." A second blonde who's face was much more stoic than Maria's. You take it back, she scared you the most.

Natasha's hand unhooked from yours and made its way up your back to settle on the back of your neck. The pads of her fingers added slight pressure to the muscles there as if she could feel all of your tension in waves. You felt her lean in closer, her hot breath fanning your ear. "There's a bathroom in the hall to the right. I got a cute little outfit waiting for you." You could feel her soft lips smiling against the curve of your ear. the feeling made you shiver. You managed to follow her eyes and swiftly walk to the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You looked around and found the outfit in question. It was sleek all black leather body suit with a halter neck. You lifted it up in your hands and rubbed the material under your fingers. Next to it sat a bottle of lubricant no doubt to get the body suit on. You got to work shedding the current clothes you had on and began to slide on the little leather number. It wasn't too tight but certainly snug against your frame. The only thing out of the ordinary besides the material was, you noticed, a tiny little zipper in between your legs. If unzipped would reveal your very private essence. The thought made you blush a little to yourself. After cleaning up, you made your way back to the room where the women had sat prior.

Since you calmed down a little, you took the opportunity to fully take in your surroundings. The hall was adorned in art more than likely as expensive as this room. Everything seemed darker than when you arrived. To your surprise when you entered the living room area, the room lighting was red as opposed to the normal LED lighting.

Natasha held her hand out to you again for you to take. You obliged her and she pulled you close into her side. Natasha's deft fingers traveled up and down your ribs before finding purchase on your backside. "You look like the most delicious treat. None of us can wait to eat you. Would you like a drink before we start?"

The other women started moving closer almost circling you like sharks. "Yes please." Natasha poured you a glass as she went on, "We should go over some rules before we start. If at any point you feel overwhelmed, anxious, or hurt, the safe word is 'Heart'. We all stop what we're doing and will help you. If at any point you are gagged, two taps to the closest person will get all of us to cease as well. Because of those rules you will not be bound and gagged simultaneously...at least not this session." She ends her rules with a wink toward you. All of these women truly were stunning and it piqued your interest to know what they could possibly be capable of.

Wanda came closest to you first, she pulled the wine glass away from your lips and replaced it with her own lips. Holding your hand with the glass close to her chest and cupping your cheek with the other. Her lips were sinfully soft as was her kiss. She felt delicate and gentle against you, she almost seemed to not match any of this situation. Natasha took your wine glass away while you continued to make out with Wanda, who let her hands roam lower down your body. Your own hands moved behind her neck. Another set of arms wrapped around you from behind. "You're such a pretty kitten." They nibbled on your ear making you separate from Wanda to see who it was. Carol smiled down at you and found the very lips that left Wanda. You moaned into her mouth at feeling how she controlled and dominated the kiss, very different from Wanda's passion. Wanda moved down to kissing your neck and shoulder.

You could hear other giggles in the back. Natasha kept her eyes trained on you as Yelena and Maria began to touch each other in the mean time waiting for you. After a few minutes of watching her friends have all of the fun, Natasha made her way over to you, Carol, and Wanda. She pulled the other red-head back by her locks and pressed her lips to hers in a searing kiss. You heard Wanda moan out into the other woman's mouth next to you causing you to release your own into Carol. This made the blonde swiftly lift you up and wrap your legs around her waist. She brought you over to a nearby bench and kissed you harder. All of the sounds you were making began to rile her up.

"I'm not sure which one of us is more excited to have you here, pretty girl. All I know is I can't wait to ruin that pretty pussy of yours." You moaned at her words and yanked her back down into another kiss. Her words went straight to your core igniting a fire that had been waiting to burn. You made a mental note to find whoever recommended you to these ladies and thank them heavenly. Carol sunk her hips between your legs and began grinding against you seeking the friction she wanted so badly.

Even though the leather was a new material to you, you could still feel the faux member that rested in her pants; Carol was packing. This caused you to move your hands down to her pants to tear the buttons away. The tall blonde grabbed your hands and smirked, "Allow me." She stood to her full height and slowly removed the black jeans she was wearing and revealed her long, girthy strap she had been hiding. Your eyes widened which made Carol giggle. She sunk to her knees where she seductively pulled the zipper on your suit down. She held your eye contact until you saw them shift to behind you. Natasha and Wanda had pulled away long enough to see what Carol was doing and decided to join again. The two red-heads began to undress themselves where Natasha also sported a rather large strap but not Wanda.

In your distraction upon noticing the other women join in, Carol took to opportunity to shove he face into your pussy. You moaned out loud at the contact. Her tongue quickly lapping at your clit and sinking lower to curl inside you. Her ministrations were making you squirm on the bench. She reached up to hold your hips down. "Stay still kitten. Gotta get you ready for our cocks." Eating you out was an art to her. Every move she made, made you more and more wet. Natasha slid her fingers into your open mouth. You sucked on them harshly slipping your own tongue in-between her fingers and coating them in your saliva. Nat removed her fingers and started to rub them between Wanda's folds.

"Eat her out for me, malysh." Natasha requested. You looked up at Wanda as she slowly lowered herself over your wanting mouth. Your head went fuzzy upon seeing all of the quiet red-head's intimacy. Your tongue immediately poked out to welcome her to you. She let out a soft moan and slowly began to grind herself against your mouth. Carol was growing impatient watching you eat out the other woman and feeling you grow more aroused in her mouth. The blonde stood to position the tip at your entrance rubbing the head up and down your slit before she slammed her length in all at once. You yelped against Wanda's soaked cunt sending vibrations straight to her clit.

The whole scene was turning Natasha on more and more so she began stroking her own member, hoping to find some friction. The other two women walked over to join the rest of the group partially feeling left out. Carol continued to slam into you at a rather fast and rough pace. The tip of her strap hitting that blissful spot inside of you with every thrust. All of your moans and whines brought Wanda closer to her orgasm. She came hard in your mouth before she got up and was replaced by Natasha's own cock.

"Suck kotenok. Mommy's getting restless." Carol did not stop chasing not only her own high but yours. You could hear her grunting from below you. All of this attention was turning you on more than you think you've ever been in your life. Even though one hand wrapped around Natasha's strap and the other gripped Carol's wrist on your hips, you were finding it hard to keep blowing Nat. Carol moved her other hand down to your clit. "You better cum for me you little slut."

And you did; hard.

Carol continued her pace and upon watching you come undone, did so herself. Three quick thrusts and she was spent. She released the most guttural moan before her body was replaced by another blonde. Yelena had this look in her eyes like she wanted to make you pay for every wrong you never committed. She removed her clothing and sat right on your bent leg. At this point Natasha was fucking your mouth deeper and deeper. Needing to ground yourself you wrapped your hands around her thighs. Yelena began to rub herself against your thigh. You could feel how wet and warm she was, her hand sliding up and down your slit collecting your cum to rub your clit in tight circles. Your whines didn't stop especially when you were already beginning to feel another orgasm approaching. Yelena slipped her fingers inside you, finding your g-spot with accuracy. With every thrust of her fingers she hit that same spot over and over. tears started to run down your face with the feeling of Natasha in your mouth and Yelena in your core. Natasha gave one last thrust before she pulled out.

Maria shoved three of her fingers to the back of your throat. She giggled when you gagged around them. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at being finger fucked by the two women. "You're not allowed to cum before I do, else Natty here give you a nice punishment while I ride your face." Yelena only made the threat to turn you on more, but part of you was hoping it was true. It was hard, Yelena knew exactly what she was doing with her fingers but you could feel her slick slide down the sides of your thigh. God you hope she was close because you certainly were. Maria replaced her fingers with her lips and she kissed you hard sliding her tongue along yours. The brunette smiled against your lips when she felt your whimpers in her mouth. Yelena just kept slamming her fingers harder inside of you and rubbing herself quicker. Her breaths got faster and more shallow and as she came, a couple seconds later so did you. Your body shook with the most intense tremors, but Yelena couldn't fault you. She did cum before you, and something about it being in close tandem with hers turned her on a lot more than she would admit. You let out a soft whine when the coolness of the air hit your soaked thigh.

Maria left your mouth and moved between your legs. She put one leg over your left and the other under your right and brought your centers together. "You're a pretty little slut. I want to ruin you so bad." Maria started out ruthless. Her grinding was fast and hard as if she had been waiting to cum for weeks. You felt her in her entirety sliding against your own. The feeling started to overwhelm you. Carol took your face in her hand and rubbed her thumb along your bottom lip. "Open up you little slut."

You obeyed her and opened your mouth sticking your tongue out. At this point you were a blubbering mess and all the ladies were loving it. Carol spit into your mouth before shoving her cock in. "I saw you taking Nat like a pro, so I know you can take me." At least her pace wasn't rough but it certainly was quick. Your gags around Carol was making Maria closer to her release. She leaned forward to angle herself differently against you and put her hand around her throat. She could practically feel Carol's cock fucking your face. Sweat was running down your forehead and your hair clung to every part of your body it could touch. You were close to being spent and you never looked more beautiful this way. Maria's hand tightened, her grunts were heavy. "Such a good little fuck toy. I'm so close baby." You didn't think it was possible for Maria to go any harder but she did. She came with a loud cry and slowed her hips down to ride out her orgasm. You felt her wetness mix with yours. Maria's hand stayed for a couple more minutes, entranced by feeling Carol deep in your throat. The tall blonde slapped your face a couple times before she pulled out. You were too busy catching your breath, you didn't see Natasha move by your feet. She lifted you up and turned you over on your stomach with your legs and arms hanging off the bench. Just when you were hoping it was over, you forgot that Natasha never officially had her turn with you. She rested her strap on your lower back as she ran her cool hands in an attempt to soothe your burning skin. Almost mocking you for being the one to give you the final blow. Wanda walked up to you again. She ran her soft fingers in your hair and moved the stuck strands out of your face. Your breathing was heavy and your body was trembling. Wanda's fingers moved down to cup your jaw and she lifted your head. Tapping the side with her pointer finger, you got the silent request to open your mouth for her. In unison, as Wanda brought her cunt to your mouth, Natasha slid her strap inside you completely bottoming out. Nothing but incoherent noises left your mouth at being filled so sinfully. Wanda gripped your jaw harder as she rubbed her intimacy against your mouth for a second time. You lazily kept your tongue out to try your best to accommodate Wanda's wanting. Natasha on the other hand, had been waiting very patiently for her time and now that she got it she was going to make the best of it. She grabbed your hands in her own and pulled them behind your back to make it easier for her to pound deep into your cunt. When you felt her hit somehow deeper your eyes rolled back. Wanda picked up her pace just as Natasha did, both red-heads moving in perfect synch at opposite ends of your being. A jolt of paint hit your right asscheek igniting a new spark and effectively waking you up even if only for a minute. With every thrust administered, Natasha rained a hand alternating each side of your ass. All of this was sending more and more feelings to your core. You will not be lasting long if these two kept going the way they were. You could feel Wanda fumbling, she was about to come for the second time tonight. Natasha continued to get more rough inside of you until you felt the knot inside of you burst. You came hard around Natasha groaning against Wanda's own cunt. The sight caused Wanda herself to not be able to keep her composure and she came with a scream against your tongue. You felt her pussy pulsing with her orgasm on your mouth. As soon as Wanda backed away from your face, Nat yanked your arms back harder to push herself deeper than you thought was possible. You were screaming, a sweaty broken mess, absolutely spent in this five star hotel. Every thrust pushed harder against that spongey spot inside you. You could feel another earth shattering orgasm approach hoping it would be the last. Natasha's thrusting didn't let up, she was desperate to cum. She was moaning over you with every hit. You yelled her name as you came harder than you had before that whole session. Watching you absolutely spent around her

member, Natasha came just as hard with her final thrust. She stayed inside you to ride out the rest of her high before she carefully pulled out. Looking down she could see wetness all over the bench and her legs. Nat smiled to herself at being the one to make you squirt everywhere like a silent victory. Allowing you to lay and collect your bearings, the red-head began to clean up the room.

There wasn't much you could make out in your state, but you could partially hear Natasha thanking all of the women for coming over before hearing the door open and close through the ringing in your ears. Your were shaking, your whole body felt blissfully weak. The red-head padded over softly to your spent and soaked body and picked you up carefully to place you in her arms bridal style. Your mind was in a war with yourself between wanting just a little bit more or to just go to sleep. You couldn't even open your eyes at this point.

Natasha had brought you to the bathroom to help you clean up and as she moved about, she kept you in her arms. She made sure to hold you as she turned on the faucet and sit on the edge of the tub. As the water filled the tub, Nat moved between rubbing your back and gently caressing your cheek. Once the tub was filled up enough for the both of you, she picked you up again and cautiously lowered the both of you into the hot relaxing water. You couldn't do anything but mumble and cursed yourself for the state you were in even though it wasn't your fault. You desperately wanted to think your gracious host for a life changing night but nothing could come out. Natasha shushed you sweetly. Her time wasn't done until you were well taken care of in her company.

You don't know how long you were in the bathroom, hell you don't even know when you fell asleep as Natasha washed the night away from both of your bodies. Clearly still in no position to be able to make it back to your home, the red-head dried both of you off and brought you to the large bedroom. You had come back into partial consciousness long enough to feel the soft sheets and the plush comforter of this heavenly bed you were being gifted to rest on.

Natasha lowered you down and climbed on the other side before pulling you into her. She lifted your head to lay on her chest so she could easily hold you and play with your hair. She stayed awake until she heard your breathing even out again, signaling that you had fallen asleep again since the bath. She placed a soft kiss to your hairline before succumbing to sleep herself with a blissed smile on her face.

She'd definitely be requesting you again.

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AN: Not sure how I feel about this but yeah this is my wack attempt at something extra dirty.

#natasha romanoff x reader #maria hill x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #Carol danvers x reader #yelena belova x reader #reader insert #my fic #multi character x reader #fem!reader insert

[professorrw]

Destined to be a Death Eater

Pairing: female reader x Lucius Malfoy

Requested: Yes

Warnings: smut, 18+, spanking, thigh riding, Death Eater!Reader

A/N: Requests are open for one-shots, headcanons, imagines, and drabbles for My Hero Academia, Harry Potter, and Marvel! My taglist is open so if you’d like to be on that just tell me! Please like, comment, and reblog!

Being a Death Eater was your destiny, your lineage. Your parents were dark wizards, sent to Azkaban during the first wizarding war. You were just a teen at the time but your family had instilled the pureblood mindset into you from a young age. After your parents were locked up your grandparents took you in, furthering your learning of dark magic. It was natural that you followed in your parents’ footsteps and became a Death Eater, aiding the Dark Lord from behind the scenes.

That was how you met Lucius. At the time you met him and were even interested he was married and had a young child, Draco. You were vile towards your fellow purebloods and backed off, leaving the man and his family be. However, you felt like Lucius was attracted to you as well. During meetings his eyes would always find themselves looking at you. You caught him multiple times and only smirked at him in response. 

That was until one day. It had been months since you’d met Lucius and he never made any advances towards you. You were growing tired of waiting for him and decided it was about time to move on and find someone else. Before and after meetings at the Malfoy Manor you would mingle and sometimes even flirt with the other members, men and women alike. This didn’t go unseen by Lucius. Unbeknownst to you, he had just finalized his divorce with Narcissa and he had his eyes set on you.

You stood next to Bellatrix, mindlessly flirting and twirling your hair. Lucius stood nearby, just close enough to hear what you were saying to her. He was slowly but surely getting ticked off. Now that he was free to do as he pleases he wanted you. He thought he had made that clear over the past few months he had known you but then there you were, winking and laughing with Bellatrix.

He had finally had enough and said goodbye to who he was talking to and walked over to you and his ex sister-in-law. “If you’d excuse me Bellatrix but I would like to have a word with Y/N.”

You looked over at Lucius. What could he want to talk to you about? There wasn’t a lot happening in the realm of the Death Eaters, nothing urgent at least, for him to speak to you about. 

“Well go on, I suppose I can find other company. I’ll see you later Y/N, Lucius.” Bellatrix turned and began to look around for someone else to bother, or that’s what Lucius thought she did.

With Bella gone it was just you two. “Lucius? What do you need to speak to me about?” you asked.

“Your behavior,” he said in a low voice.

Your eyebrows knit together. “Whatever is wrong with my behavior?” You were a little slow to catch on to what the real meaning was.

“You throw yourself onto other men, other women, while I stand and watch. If I wasn’t mistaken I thought you were attracted to me.” He looks down at you with one eyebrow raised.

You take just a moment to process what he’s talking about. “Even if I was, you are a married man. I would never betray Narcissa like that.”

“Narcissa and I are no more. We have just finalized our divorce.” He gives you a pointed look before realization dawns on your face.

“Oh… well. I guess you should have told me Lucius, maybe I would have acted better.” You smirk up at him and trail a finger down his arm. “I imagine I’m in trouble for this, yes?”

“Yes. Yes you are. Come along and I’ll punish you.” He turns on his heel and you follow him through the halls to his bedroom.

He opens the door for you and locks it behind him. You look around the large room. Against one wall there’s a large four poster bed with black covers. Opposite that there’s dark leather furniture, a couch and two chairs beside it, creating a semi-circle around the fireplace.

Lucius walks ahead of you and sits on one of the leather chairs. He beacons you with the flick of his wrist. “Bend over my lap.”

You don’t even hesitate to bend over his legs. You were always into the more rough erotic things, such as spanking. The idea of it always made you wet.

Lucius hooks his fingers into the pants you were wearing and pulls them down, showing him your lacy black panties. He stiffens at the sight of your plump ass.

He winds his hand back and spanks your butt with a loud smack. The reaction you gave from it wasn’t what he was expecting though. He may have expected you to whimper or even possibly start crying but you moaned. The blonde man was momentarily shocked before he resumed his task.

He smacked you another two times resulting in you becoming wet and aroused. You get off his lap and kick off your pants. You decide to take a risk and pull down your panties too, laying them in Lucius’ lap for him to see the wet spot.

He looks down at them and picks them up, examining them. He smirks and tosses them on the floor.

“Why don’t you cum for me darling?” He pats his thigh and you sit down on it, the material of his pants rubbing against your pussy. “Well, go on,” he says. He pops his thigh up a bit so it grinds against your core. You throw your head back and get to moving. You grip the arm rests as you move back and forth across his thigh.

Occasionally Lucius would pop his thigh up just to spur you on more. He was enjoying the sight before him, you at his will, grinding against his leg. His cock was painfully hard but he wasn’t going to give into it. He hooked his finger under your chin and pulled your moaning lips to his. He kissed you roughly, tongue sliding in to muffle the sounds dying to be let out. 

You let go of the arm rests and instead insert your fingers in his long hair. You tug on it slightly and a low groan escapes his lip. He starts moving his thigh in time with your movements, making you feel pleasure like never before. You have to quit kissing him by the time you reach your high. Your face is contorted in ecstasy as your loudest moan yet rings out. Your cum spills out onto his pants, staining them with the sticky juice.

You come to a stop a minute later and pant against Lucius lips. For the first time he lets his hands go to your hips and he pulls you flush against him. Your arms wrap around your neck and you were sure he was going to start undressing anytime soon but he didn't.

“You-You’re not going to-” 

“No. I think that can wait until next time. You’re still being punished.”

Taglist: @bellamy1998​ 

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[howlingday]

jaune's from a family of raiders

well not quite he's from a culture that puts a lot of stock in capturing and ransoming off their friends and neighbors from other tribes. think of it like a combat sport only some times you're also stealing cattle and horses.

he's a prince of the high king

well again it's more complicated the kingdoms are like city states they don't exactly legislate or collect taxes all the way out into the wilds. but they do send huntsmen to protect the area and then tax the huntsmen.

jaune's dad just happened to be a huntsman who didn't pay taxes because the area his family had lived in for generations also happened to be outside the control of vale. and lots of people wanna live near the huntsmen who can keep them safe. so he has a position of respect among all the tribes. and jaune is his son

he's also required to have a harem

this one is interesting because it's one of those cultural things that seems weird from the outside but makes more sense when you look at it. men are hard to keep alive without a hospital. even with aura. women are part of a protected group like children and so take less risks in life. leading to there being a ton more women than men. and since technology isn't quite to the level of the kingdoms proper,

well more hands to help maintain a house isn't bad right?

but most of all jaune is a man who only wants to do right by his family, whether that be those from the past, or the woman, or women, that he loves.

and this part needs no further clarification

tldr: au where jaune's part of a tribal community and brings his lover or lovers home to meet the family. how does that go for everyone?

P.S: also sorry for the flowery ask, i felt inspired by something

Ooh, do tell the inspiration!

"Unhand me, you brute!" Jaune sighed as the girl in white screeched and squirmed behind him. "Do you know who I am?! When my family hears of this, they will hang you for this! Do you hear me?"

Jaune kept his focus on the road ahead as he gripped the reigns of Valorie, his mare, glancing left and right occasionally to avoid an ambush. His family might have a hold on the territory, but with his father growing in age, so, too, did that grip loosen. A rival tribe or rogue patrol from the kingdoms would easily snatch up an easy target like the lone swordsman and his latest bride.

"Could you at least tell me where we're going?"

"Home." Jaune answered, not looking back.

"Oh, yes, of course! How could I not know? And where exactly is your home?"

"Just up ahead."

"Uh huh, I see, and what are you going to do once you're home?"

Jaune let out a long sigh as he stretched his shoulders a bit. "Well, drop you off with the others, then have you judged, if there's enough time."

"Judged?" Weiss raised an eyebrow. "Judged for what?"

"Wife material." Weiss blushed and her jaw dropped. "Can you cook; can you clean; are you good with children; can you have children; do you have any family illnesses?" He shrugged. "Routine wedding discussions."

"W-Wedding?!" Ah, and just like that, the shrieking began anew. "You savage! You brute! I refuse to be treated like some stock taken to auction, about to be sold to some pervert noble!"

"You're not being sold to a noble." Jaune smiled and looked back. "Just me." Before she could begin again, Jaune let out a sigh of relief. "Finally, we're home."

It may have only been about a week since Jaune had left, but it felt like forever since his departure from the lands of Arcadia. The valleys and hills were as green and lush as ever, and the summer winds carried the calming scent of flowers across it all. He passed the growing crops, where he saw his sisters, their wives, and some of his own watering and tending to them. They waved to him, and he returned one to them.

"Welcome home, Miss Weiss." The girl marveled at the beauty. She had only heard of such places from her studies in the manor, but to see it in person was something else. Before she could admire it more, however, the mare stopped, jostling her from her focus.

Jaune slid down, then pulled Weiss down as well, carrying her bridal style. He then set her onto her own feet and untied the binds on her wrists and ankles. She lifted her leg, then kicked his shin. He yelped in pain.

"That was for the kidnapping!" She shouted.

"Yeesh! Just a kick?" Weiss turned to see a lilac-eyed blonde woman in fieldwork garments smiling at her. "When he dropped me off, they had to get his old man to get me off of him." She looked past Weiss to Jaune. "You going soft on me, or just your taste in women?"

"And who are you?" Weiss spat. "One of his whores?"

Yang laughed and placed a sweaty, mud-encrusted paw on her delicate shoulder. It felt warm at first, then hot as her grip became tight, and her eyes red. "I dare you to say that again."

"Yang, stop it!" Weiss and Yang looked to the younger girl running from inside the house. She was a brunette with red tips and silver eyes, and she wore a red apron that she had to roll up to her shins. She futilely tugged on the blonde woman's arm. "Jaune told you not to hurt anyone else!"

She let go, making the girl yelp as she was lifted with her arm. "Aw, c'mon, Rubes, we were just playing!" She then looked to Weiss, her eyes lilac once more. "Ain't that right, Ice Queen?"

"Ice Queen?!" Weiss balked.

"Yang, cut it out, please." Jaune sighed.

"Fine, fine!" Yang turned around, lowering her arm. The smaller girl let go as she walked away. "Besides, the crops won't grow themselves. I'll go be a good workhorse." She stopped to look back and winked. "I expect my carrot tonight, though, sweetheart~."

"Play nice and we'll see." Jaune responded with a smile. With that, Yang chuckled and resumed walking, swaying her hips for a few more yards before jogging back to the field. He looked to the younger girl and smiled. "And how have you been, Ruby?"

She sighed. "Do you mean after you left, or after you came back?"

"Both."

"After you left, I missed you. It was your mom's birthday, but I couldn't afford a present, so I took on her chores for the week, but I didn't expect her chores included chimney cleaning, so now I have soot so far up my nose, I'm still sneezing black. Then I had to tend to the chickens, but they're so vicious, and I swear they can smell weakness, because the rooster jumped me at least six times. Then Zwei needed a bath, but he somehow tricked me into the tub, so I smell like wet dog a little bit. And then I had to bake her cake all on my own, but there were eggshells in it and it came out both burnt and raw somehow, and I just- Argh!" Ruby collapsed into Jaune's torso. "I really missed you."

Jaune held her and kissed the crown of her head. "I missed you, too, Ruby." He stepped back and held a hand outward towards Weiss. "Ruby Rose-Arc, this is Weiss Schnee. She's going to be my newest bride." He looked to Weiss. "Weiss Schnee, this is Ruby Rose-Arc, my second wife. She and Yang will help prepare you for judging."

"It's so nice to meet you!" Ruby swooped in, snatching the other woman's hands in hers. Her smile was wide and bright. "It'll be nice to have another short girl in our home!"

"No!" Weiss yanked her hands away. "I refuse! When my father hears of this, he'll-"

"Oh, that reminds me!" Jaune walked to Valorie and reached into her saddlebag. Weiss grumbled as she watched him pull out a small, burlap sack. "Here, Ruby. This was part of the dowry, but I want you to have it."

Ruby opened the sack and squealed in delight. "Dust crystals!" She hugged the new woman tightly. "You are the bestest bestie a bestie could ever have!"

"What the-?! Where did you get those?!" Weiss shrieked.

"From your father." Ruby ran inside with her new sack. "In exchange for marrying you, we'll allow him to trade through our lands."

"My father would never-!" Jaune gave her a curious look. "I mean, not to one of his own-!" Her voice grew softer. "I thought..."

"Listen," Jaune placed a hand on her shoulder, "if you don't want to marry me, I understand. Most of the others didn't want to, either. But if you give it a few days, you might learn to love it here. You won't go hungry, you'll be well protected, and I promise you'll be loved every day."

"I just... I didn't think I would be treated like this. By my own family."

"I know." Jaune removed his hand. "Would it be okay if I hugged you?"

"I-"

"JAUNEY!" The two saw a young woman bull rush towards Jaune, carrying a dead boar high above her head. Jaune extended his arms out and caught her, spinning in place at least a dozen times. Blood sprayed around, including onto Weiss and the other two as they embraced. When they stopped, Jaune set her down, giving her a butterfly kiss with his nose to hers. "You're home!"

Jaune chuckled. "Yup!" He peered around her and looked to Weiss. "And I brought back someone new."

Nora turned around and gasped as she looked at Weiss. "Oh! My! Dust! You are so small!" She looked to Jaune and waggled her brow. "Be careful you don't break her!" She then laughed. "I'd shake your hand, but, uh, I'm a little busy. I'm Nora Valkyrie-Arc, Jaune's fourth wife."

"Weiss Schnee." Blood dripped from her hair. "And I was just about to leave."

"Aw! Already?! We were gonna make pancakes tomorrow!"

"I was going to make pancakes, Nora." Weiss turned to the male voice and saw a slim man in the doorway, wearing both an apron and a blank expression. "Just like I do every morning for you."

"Renny!" Nora cheered before tossing the trophy to him. "This is my first husband, Lie-Valkyrie Ren!"

Despite his slim figure, the man held the heavy beast with seemingly no trouble. "A pleasure to meet you." He nodded, before turning to head inside.

"Is he also your husband?" Weiss asked. Jaune chuckled nervously. This was going to be a long day, but they both already knew that.

#rwby #weiss schnee #jaune arc #yang xiao long #ruby rose #nora valkyrie #lie ren #my answer

[boymeetsweevil]

the most magical place in hell

Grouping: (For Science) Reader x JK

Word Count: ~3.1k

Warnings/Themes: implied sex, 5 is a crowd annoying friends since that’s the vibe these days, d*sn*y please don’t sue

Prompt: “For Science, I miss this couple sm. Any scenario would be fantastic! For inspo, did JK and OC get to go on a vacation, (jk expressed he wanted to in his journal) if so how did that go? Any fun new experiments?”

A/N: This commissioned fic is part of the Changes with Luv project, hosted by FicsWithLuv. Here you can find more information about the project, cause, places to donate, and ways to commission a piece or offer your services if you are a content creator. Thank you!

On the third day of the cruise, Jungkook rolls over in his sleep. His hand reaches for you. His palm meets the bare skin of your shoulder already moving despite how pale the morning light is under his lashes.

“What’s happening,” he mumbles before grabbing more greedily at you. There’s not too much resistance as you let yourself be dragged a few inches across the sheets.

“We have to get up. Breakfast starts in 10 minutes, remember?”

You lean down to press a peck just above his brow bone and he groans. As you pull away, there’s a sweet waft that hits him and lets him know you’ve already showered and gotten ready. Now it’s his turn.

He gives himself just until you gather your things and shut the door to the room. Then he’s pulling himself out of bed with every ounce of energy he has left. He brushes his teeth with his eyes closed, does a perfunctory shower with the lights off like it’ll give him some more sleep. But he’s still dead tired as he throws on an outfit and heads out the door.

The walk to the dining area was exciting 3 days ago. The decadent decor, the view from the high balcony separating his floor from the others, the grand 20’s style atrium with Mickey Mouse memorabilia incorporated throughout. Everything used to be exciting 3 days ago. Sadly, the first day passed and things quickly lost their charm.

As he scoops a smiley-face omelette onto his plate in the buffet line, he searches for your face in the crowd of families scarfing down their first meals of the day so they can take their kids to the waterfall pool on deck 6. By the time he reaches the end of the line, there’s still no sight of you among the tables. So he ventures outdoors where there’s less seating but considerably more sun. He thinks back to his quick routine in the room. Did he remember to put on sunscreen?

When he finds you, you’re stretched out on a beach chair and taking in some of the sun. His mood is partially lifted when he sees just how content you look getting warmed like a lizard on a rock in your tiny bikini. He stands over you deliberately just to see you pout and pull down your sunglasses with a huff.

“Oh, it’s just you.”

“Who’d you think it was?”

“I thought it was Hoseok about to ask me to take his profile pic again.”

Jungkook chuckles a little before sitting in the open seat next to you. “Couldn’t have been him. Too early.” “That’s true.” You sit up then, peering at his plate. “What’d you get us?”

“Us?” His smile is warm. “I thought you’d have eaten by now with the way you left the room.”

“I was looking for an empty spot for us. It was your job to find the actual food.”

“No one else would willingly wake up this early,” he cuts a fraction of the omelette before holding the bite up to you. “But I guess it’s only fair.”

You open your mouth happily.

“Permission to board the S.S. girlfriend?”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m wasting fuel in the port,” he continues to hover the fork just outside your reach, even when you jump forward with a nip.

“Permission to board,” you grumble.

He laughs like you told a great joke and gently feeds you the bite. With soft eyes, he watches you point to different things on the plate and dutifully feeds you your fill. This might be the first time he’s been able to spend a few moments alone with you since the five of you got on the cruise. He finishes up the bit of toast you couldn’t finish and the few blueberries that didn’t interest you. He must be staring because you turn to him in your reclined position and return the favor.

“You’re looking a little red. Did you put on sunscreen?”

“I think I forgot. I was trying to get ready fast so you wouldn’t have to sit around alone.”

“I wasn’t alone,” you reach into the bag you brought for sunscreen. “Yoori was with me. She left for the gym maybe 2 minutes before you came out here.”

“Oh,” is all he says.

Jungkook scowls a bit as you rub the lotion onto his face. That Yoori and Hoseok, and probably even Taehyung, might be spending more time with you on this trip than him is starting to be the horrible icing on this shitty vacation cake.

“Why don’t we take some time to—” He begins but a large shadow looming over the two of you makes him stop in his tracks.

“Hey,” a man with thick blond hair and even thicker muscles nods down at you. “You were at the adult lounge last night, right?”

Jungkook’s mouth drops open. Thor—or the actor who plays him during the Marvel day activities—has come up to your spot. He’s got the Ragnorok breastplate on with board shorts adorning his chiseled lower half. From the top up, he looks just like the real thing.

“Wow. Yeah I was, I’m surprised you remember,” you hold a hand over your eyes so you can look up at “Thor”.

“How could I forget. You and your beautiful friend were quite the sight yesterday.”

“Oh, uh. Thanks.”

In all his excitement, he overlooks the flirting. Jungkook stands up from his seat then and sticks out his hand. “Thor” shakes it hesitantly.

“Hey. I know you’re not the real thing, but it’s great to see you. I wasn’t at the adult lounge last night, so we didn’t get to meet.”

Jungkook makes sure to puff out his chest so “Thor” will notice the print of his button down shirt. Tiny little hammers.

“Do you like the shirt?” He beams. 

“Thor” squints down at the animated hammers.

“I can’t say I really know what’s on it, but sure.” 

“They’re...they’re Mjölnirs.”

“Mole-whats?”

You gasp, clapping your hands over your mouth. 

Jungkook drops “Thor”’s hand at the same moment, disappointment turning down the corners of his mouth.

“Nothing. They’re just drawings. Have a good day, man.”

“Thor” chuckles before looking back down at you. “Cute kid,” he says before sending you a wink and making some comment about getting to rehearsal.

Yoori returns from the gym that moment, nearly running into “Thor”. He gives her an appreciative once over which she returns smugly. Her expression changes as she approaches you and Jungkook looking like you had both seen a car crash.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing,” you respond quickly with a subtle look at the back of Jungkook’s head to tell her ‘not now’.

“Well,” she plops down on the end of Jungkook’s beach chair, “How was breakfast?”

“It was fine,” Jungkook sighs and scoots back so she’ll have some room. “We finished a little while ago. Now we’re just making plans for the rest of the morning.”

“Couple stuff...I’ll go get myself a plate, then.”

You wait until Yoori’s disappeared into the dining area to turn to Jungkook. He doesn’t look angry per se. Just resigned.

“What were you saying before?”

“Hmm,” his eyes are far away, “I was just saying we could take some time to ourselves.”

He wants to say he feels like he’s barely seen you since he stepped on the ship, but he doesn’t want to make you feel bad. The funny thing is that you weren’t even looking forward to the trip before the first day. The tickets for this Marvel cruise were a last minute gamble. You had dropped many not-so-subtle hints about wanting to go somewhere a little less kid-friendly, but he’d waited until the last minute.

At first it seemed like the best possible last choice a person could have. You were all fans of the comics and movies with the exception of Taehyung and Yoori. Taehyung was more of a DC fan and Yoori just sort of let the movies wash over her. You’d been worried that the week would be torture for you with all the screaming kids around. But you were actually having the time of your life. Meanwhile Jungkook was having a less than ideal time.

“Sure. Like what?”

“Maybe we could relax? I’ve had research video meetings the last two nights, so I haven’t really been up for the late night stuff. And I’m just barely up for the morning stuff.”

“Hmm. What about the spa? I haven’t been there yet and it’s on my list.”

“The spa?” Yoori comes out with a mountain of waffles and rumpled-looking Taehyung and Hoseok behind her. “Yeah, let’s go to the spa!”

“Actually, I think Kook just wanted to—”

“I heard it’s actually pretty decent on this boat. They have a hot rock massage where all of the rocks look like the Tinman’s suit.”

“The Tinman,” Jungkook practically chokes.

“I think she means Iron Man,” Hoseok grins sleepily. “Anyway, I’m down for the spa thing too. Never too early to have a tiny lady go in on my thighs.”

“You’re literally so nasty,” Yoori glares back at him.

As your other friends bicker, you flash Jungkook an apologetic look. He shrugs because that’s easier than fighting it. He relishes the second plate of food you get for him and lets you feed him the bites in between kisses and mini-reapplications of sunscreen. It’s all the rest he gets that day. The spa is probably the least relaxing moment of his life.

He doesn’t even get to sit near you. Instead, he gets roped into the men’s section where Hoseok’s tiny lady goes too hard on his thighs and the resulting yelps make Jungkook’s ear drums pound. Taehyung falls asleep two minutes into the Iron Man hot rock massage and snores in a way that’s nearly identical to the 60 year old guests napping nearby.

You emerge from the women’s section with Yoori looking like you’d smell and feel like a rose petal. But Jungkook doesn’t ever find out if you do, because he’s being thrown right back into more “fun”. Somewhere in the back of his mind—between Black Widow meet and greet and the Ant-Man lunch show—he thinks that he would probably be having actual fun if he had some time to breathe. Although, he figures it’s enough to just breathe you in. He feels slightly less drained looking at your smiling face and wide eyes as a wild Hulk appears behind you at the pool after lunch, spraying you lighty with comically huge muscles and a comically tiny water gun.

“You’re not coming?”

Jungkook groans, partly out of guilt and partly out of exhaustion. It’s nearing 10:30 at night and you’re getting ready to go to the adult lounge again. This time it’s for all-things-Spiderman trivia and drinks. He wants to want to go. But he can’t find the strength. He figures too much sun and too much socialization is the answer.

“You’re not staying,” he counters as he does his best to sit up in bed. There’s a nice soft glow bleeding in from the giant picture window of the suite that looks onto the water and there’s some Loki pajamas calling his name. Your tight little dress is calling to him too. I’d look better on the floor, it says.

“I figured this would be a lot more lowkey than everything else we’ve done today. There’s no water and no noisy families. Or screaming Hoseoks.”

“You heard that earlier?”

“I did,” you grimace. “He must have really pissed off that masseuse.”

“I’m pretty sure he just talked with her like he talks normally.”

“Can’t fault her for that, then.”

There’s a beat of silence as you test the security of some strappy heels. Naturally your eyes wander from the shoes to your boyfriend. He’s tapping away at some emails on the ship’s slow wifi no doubt. If you couldn’t tell how tired he was from the slope of his shoulders and the bruise-like shadows under his eyes, the giant yawn he barely stifles is a giveaway.

“Maybe I could just—”

The door to your suite swings open, revealing Taehyung looking frightened in a silky peach button down as Yoori pinches Hoseok’s ear.

“You’re coming, right? Please tell me you’re coming.”

“She’s coming,” Jungkook pipes up from the bed. His eyes never leave the screen of the computer as he types away, but he blinks slow and long. Your heart aches a little.

Taehyung breathes out a sigh of relief and links arms with you. You get one last look at your exhausted boyfriend before you’re pulled out of the room entirely.

“Do you think they’ll even bother asking about the Garfield version?” Taehyung’s question shakes you out of your worry.

“Pfft, no.”

On the fourth day of the cruise, Jungkook is awakened earlier than he wants yet again. A large clap of thunder and the bolt of lightning flash from the other side of the window. He crawls quietly around your sleeping form and throws on his glasses. There’s heavy rain too—a sure sign that the pools and sundecks will be closed. Out of habit, he checks his email and sees a message from the ship coordinator.

Esteemed Guests,

As some of you may know, two performers at last night’s dinner show in House of Mouse theatre (Deck 5, room 6B) showed signs of a stomach bug during the performances. For the safety of the rest of the cast, staff, and guests, we will be postponing today’s shows to sanitize the performance rooms and allow the actors time to recover. Room service will still be available.

We know this is a large inconvenience, and to thank you for understanding, please check your trip accounts for a refund for today’s fares. Additionally...

Jungkook can’t help the fist pump and small hoot he lets out. The email gives him the same feeling he gets on those days when he wakes up hours before his alarm only to discover his professor had cancelled class for the day. With a skip in his step, he returns to bed.

When he wakes up hours later, it’s natural. You’re still spooned to him, still soft and warm and pliant in sleep. He runs the tip of his nose along your neck while the fog of sleep lifts. The smell of your soap and skin is warmed with sleep. The sniffing must tickle you, because you stir before arching against him in a morning stretch. He moves so he doesn’t get in the way of your swinging limbs and smiles to himself. It feels like it’s been forever since he last got to hold you like this without the threat of someone whisking you away.

“Morning,” your voice is gravelly from disuse. “What’s going on. What’s the plan?”

“There’s no plan.”

You’re still half asleep, but you have the social awareness to let your voice go high with incredulity. “No plan?”

“No plan. They sent an email.”

“Read it to me?”

He reads the formal apology while you turn in the covers so you can embrace him while you wake up. By the time he’s done reading, you’ve sat yourself up to look at his phone screen as well.

“Sounds good,” you chirp.

“Really? I would have thought you’d be disappointed about not having a packed day. You’ve been zooming around since we got on board.”

“Yeah, but this was supposed to be our time together. It’s only natural that your friends would tag along.”

“So they’re my friends now?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Only when they’re annoying.”

As if on cue, the front door sounds with knocking. Taehyung is the one who calls out about breakfast plans, but you know all three of them are out there. It’s almost a menacing thought.

“Your friends are here,” he groans. His head falls back onto his pillow defeatedly. They’re likely to burst in any second.

“Don’t worry.”

The sound dies down momentarily when Yoori mentions the extra keycard you gave her for emergencies. Hoseok and Taehyung continue to jiggle the door for sport while chatting idly. Meanwhile, you crawl underneath the sheets and re-emerge on Jungkook’s side of the bed. You look him over, as if searching for something. He’s about to ask what you’re looking for when you reach out and pinch both his cheeks suddenly. While he’s mid-yelp, you swoop in and nip at his lips. It’s quick but it was just harsh enough that his face looks blotchy and his mouth starts to swell.

He whines. “Is this because I called them your friends?”

“Just trust me,” you hiss before your hands disappear further down the sheets to tug off your own underwear and throw it towards the door.

A moment later, the door swings open to reveal Yoori, Hoseok, and Taehyung. Their smiles are bright until they take in the scene. Jungkook’s hair is a mess, his cheeks are flushed, and his mouth looks like it’s been lightly ravaged. Though you’re mostly covered with the sheets, the underwear that is very clearly not on your body and the way the sheets drape over your head as you lay between his knees tell a very convincing lie.

“I think I just caught that stomach bug.” Yoori says lightly, still smiling. Hoseok peers behind her, looking mildly interested.

“I hate it when I remember they have sex with eachother,” Taehyung buries his face in his friend’s shoulder looking mortified as Yoori slowly closes the door.

“Yeah, it’s kind of like walking in on your aunt and uncle doing it. But, like, 12 times worse.”

Jungkook basks in the new silence for a few moments before it’s replaced with the rustle of sheets.

“What are you doing” he trails off to a whisper as you tug the waistband of his underwear down. Your hands still.

“You don’t want to have boat sex?”

“No, no, I do. I wanna have boat sex.”

He nods intensely and you laugh at how earnest he still is. Jungkook’s cheeks flare up, now doubly red from quiet excitement.

“Guess I should have just proposed this, huh?”

“Yeah,” you hum thoughtfully while moving on your knees to straddle his hips. “I can't see how this would have ruined anyone’s fun.”

“I can think of a couple people’s fun we just ruined.”

“I really meant my fun. Speaking of which,” you settle onto his lap and begin to grind.

He shudders, head falling forward with a sigh. This, he thinks, is the real happiest place on earth.

#changeswithluv #networkbangtan #btswriters #bangtan bookclub #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fanfic #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagine #jungkook fanfic #honestly not sure where this title came from but who cares i guess

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Tag You’re It

Squares: Game Night(Truth or dare) & Quote

Marvel and Supernatral Bingo, Spnquotebingo

Paring: Stephen Strange x Mutant Reader(at the end)

Warnings?: Intense tag,touching?, and cursing

Tagged: @spnquotebingo & @thisismysecrethappyplace

“Someone slapped my ass!?!” “LaNgUaGe!” “Give it a rest.” Was shouted throughout the tower.

~One Hour Before~~~

It was game night at the Avengers compound and that meant chaos and the lucky one to pick the game of the night was the famous (S/n). Friday closed all the window and left all doors open,but the front. It was pitch black except for the black light that replaced the florescent on the ceiling everything was neon.

Each group of people had two colored hands that left a mark on a opponents suit. Team red/white paint has Steve,Bucky and Sam,team purple/green paint has Natasha,Wanda,and Clint,team yellow/orange paint has Tony,Stephen, and Peter. Bruce and Vision sat out since one can go through walls and the other can get stressed easily. Y/n wasn’t on a team though it was a special request her hands dawned pink and blue. Every one went to randomized floors of the tower as the two judges stayed in the common room looking at the scoreboard on the tv so when the game ends it will round up. Tag as many people as many times as possible each time someone is tagged they must go to a small check point before trying to tag again. Without further a due. “May the games begin. In 3….2….1….Play!” And that they did.

Y/n moved swiftly through the halls stopping when she sees movement in the corner of her eye almost giggling aloud. Peter was on the ceiling,but he seemed to have forgotten about the paint on his hands leaving a trail. Waiting in a low arch way for him to be more in her reach. Getting close she placed her hands on him in a non-threatening way causing his spidey sense to stay calm. “AHHH!!!” Peter screamed turning to see the older women. “Heya,Pete.” Squishing his cheeks covering them in paint she used her own powers to escape before he tagged her too. On to the next.

Using the neon lighting she traveled throughout the tower the glow leaving her as she re-materialized. Natasha and Wanda stood with the backs facing her. A wicked smile twisted on her face as she cleared her mind to not give herself away to the witch. Her hands grabbed the youngest female on the hips causing her to jolt.“Gotcha!” She smiled as she neon traveled away from the hand coming for her. “Almost had me,but Romanoff your playing my game.” That’s when the short spearing match began. Can’t let a open hand touch while also trying to get close enough to place their own mark.

Blocking was almost impossible for Y/n trying to avoid the right hand that almost smacked her. “A bitch slap is a cheap shot.” Lifting her hand she caught the redheads wrist before they can touch her shoulders. “How is she so good at this?” Nat asked herself as she started to walk off to a nearby check point. Time to hunt get the rest of the boys. It’s looks like its bird hunting season.

Clint sneaked off after his two teammates were tagged he hid in the vents,but a down and upside was it was pitch black which meant Y/n couldn’t use her powers and Clint couldn’t see were he was going. Shouting was heard below him on a floor he wasn’t sure about. “God dammit Sam you were suppose to be watching our backs!” Bucky yelled they both went to a check point. “I was looking!? She just popped up! Why do you think I have a fucking hand print on my face!!” Sam said at the same volume. Barton snickered speaking to himself lower then a whisper. “Ha,those idiots couldn’t cover themselves. Only amateurs never look behind them.” He said he glanced behind himself seeing dim black light from the vent cover. “Only morons never look in front of them.” A scream echoed through out the tower being carried by the vents and no one in the tower batted a eye at it.

The last remaining were Steve,Tony,and Stephen. Y/n hasn’t be tagged once while the two of the six original Avengers have been tagged once or twice dawning red and green paint. Steve wandered around trying to find his team or anyone to tag and just a floor above him the two goatee narcissistic men split up. The stare spangled man was face to face with the genius playboy. “So..it’s happening all over again.” The blonde said circling the brunette. “I guess it is,but you don’t have your Bucky bear to help you now.” Tony snarked seeing he had no team at the moment. “And you don’t have your suit what a shame I wanted a challenge.”

A small chuckle came from the corner of the room that went unheard as the charged towards one another. Y/n sat in the corner of the room quietly eating popcorn as she watch the fight. Everything was in Steve’s favor,but with Tony being smaller he can avoid and reach his appointed faster. With sigh she stood up it was fun while it lasted,but she needed to get them out. She slipped up behind Steve with neither of them noticing and her right hand came down fast as she darted away. “Someone just slapped my ass!” He yelped turning his head to look at the pink hand print. “LaNgUaGe.” Tony said mocking him. “That was five years ago can you give it a rest!?!” Before the brunette could deny his plea a hand smoked his cheek leaving blue. “Dammit sis!!! Why the face??!”

One last person Stephan was paint free and wanted it to stay that way. The doctor levitated off the ground and swiftly moved around the tower. The shirt he wore was given to him since he didn’t want paint on his actual clothes. Neon triangles over his chest made him able to be spotted,but also blend in with the rest of the halls. Stephan was about to turn the corner when he wrist were pinned to the wall. “Hello,Strange.” The figures that was completely black with neon outlining features. “L/n. Seems you’ve caught me by surprise.” He huffed getting ready to leave,but a squeeze to his still restrained wrist stopped him.

“You’re not leaving quite yet I won’t count that touch,but I finally got you alone.” A Chester sized grin pulled on her lips. “Levi a little help please?” She asked and the cloak left Stephen’s shoulders and proceeded to constrict his movements. “Really on her side?!” He hissed at the relic cursing under his breath. “Stop your whining!” The insults stopped as his gaze shifted back to her luminescent form. “Tony told me to go for it,but you were always nose deep in a book or too busy protecting the sanctum. Figured this is my chance.” Y/n sighed trying to rid herself of any nerves. “Y/n what are you talking abou—?!?”

His words died as she leaned forward and kissed him. Stephen was in shock his eyes wide before they drifted shut enjoying the moment. He was a man of logic,but no matter how many scenarios pop up or the infinite possibilities in the universe he could see never would the doctor have guessed that the girl that was there for him through it all would ever feel the same. “My brother told me…If you desire something,just take it. I’m kind of glad I took his advice!” Y/n said resting her forehead on his. A small giggle left her throat at the dazed look on his face.

“Oh and Stephen…tag you’re it.” With that she traveled away. Levi let him go as he looked at his chest. Two hand prints rested in the center of his disposable shirt glowed bright as he smiled. Tag was his new favorite game.

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A/n: One more to go…I wanted this square to be a bit different then others I’ve seen and who doesn’t like a mix of paint ball and tag?!

Quote: “If you desire something, just take it.” - Lucifer

#thisismysecrethappyplacetropebingo #spnquotebingo #Marvel & Supernatural Bingo #marvel #stephen strange #dr. strange #stephen strange x reader #dr.strange x stark!reader #mutant!reader #avengers x reader #game night #tag #tag you're it #neon aesthetic

[anika-ann]

Grease and Pearls - Pt.1

Uptown Meets Downtown

Type: One-shot turned three-shot (because does anyone really want a 17k in one go?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (main), Tony/Reader, Tony/Pepper

Word count: 5230

Summary:  All you know is uptown; fancy clothes, expensive cars, jewellery outshining one’s personality and exhausting dinners with family acquaintances and business partners. Your life is all planned out; one day, you’ll marry Howard Stark’s son and you’ll be the golden couple adored by press.

You desperately seek to see life outside this suffocating glitz...and that’s how you meet Steve Rogers.

A/N: for a challenge hosted by @cxptain Congratulation to your milestone, you deserve nothing less! Thank you for hosting this amazing challenge and allowing me to take part in it! ...I’m not sure how 80′s this is :(

Prompt: Uptown Girl by Billy Joel

A/N 2: I added links to a pic of dresses I had in mind, feel free to ignore them or not :))

Warnings: swearing, mention of arranged marriage, ...fluff?

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Your sigh was drowned in the sea of voices as you slipped under the surface, the water closing above your head. The moment you opened your mouth to gasp for air, it filled with water instead, and you reached out to the sun glimmering above, trying to save yourself--

To be entirely honest, now you were being dramatic; however, shall anyone exchange places with you, you were sure they would feel the same about the company of artificial people in their best Sunday suits and fancy dress, sitting around the table pretending to be engaged in the small talk.

As your eyes fell on man seated opposite to you, a bowtie around his neck, one corner of his lips raised in a blend of a smile and a smirk, your mind drifted to your wonderful friend. 

Virginia Potts, or Pepper for short, a nickname saved for her friends only, would be much better of a match for Anthony than you. She was nothing short of a proper lady and her parents, while not as wealthy as yours, were much more liberal and supportive of her following her dreams. Pepper Potts was about to turn tables and start her own company from a scratch, businessmen be damned. Her mind was brilliant, her persona enchanting, her appearance turning heads wherever she went and her heart was overflowing with kindness and determination. She was about to make people question the very definition of doing business once she set her foot in the field.

Your parents’ thinking, on the other hand, froze in the sixties, maybe forties. You were meant to become a glorified housewife, albeit educated enough to teach her own kids. You never really minded that; it wasn’t what laid heavy in your mind. Anthony did.

Anthony’s parents were as strict as yours, never quite giving him a choice but to take over the family company and wickedly join it with your father’s by tying your families together one day.

Your future family and your love life were to be based on a business deal. The romance of it.

Tony wasn’t an unlikable person by any means; a genius, somewhat charming in his own slightly arrogant way, he even made for an entertaining company at times. Nevertheless, your affections for him couldn’t begin to even hope to grow beyond friendship. On top of that, it just happened to come that while he was meant to be in the charge of to-be-his company, his interest laid further in the progress of technology itself, in designing things, rather than in attending board meetings.

In other words; Pepper would have been a better match for Tony, much better equipped to lead an enterprise than you and Tony together and oh, let’s not forget, her feelings for Tony went beyond friendly, unlike yours. And they were mutual.

But here you were, sitting through another forcefully polite dinner with the Starks and you wanted to be anywhere but here-- you wanted to be somewhere where you could actually breathe.

As you inhaled shakily and possibly too loud for a lady, your sister Sharon shot you a scolding look. You wanted to scream. However, like the well-mannered girl you were, you fixed a smile for your guests instead and engaged in meaningless conversation until it was time to prepare for bed; you let Anthony kiss your knuckles in goodbye and ignored your father’s pleased smile that had your chest constricted, your stomach full of ice cubes instead of the butterflies you were supposed to feel when being with your future husband.

Your mother made a joke about Tony soon kissing a ring on your hand and you closed your eyes, swallowing the panic that didn’t leave you until the early hours of the morning, causing you to lose sleep.

Seeing your own exhausted expression in the mirror at the crack of dawn, you came to a decision.

You were to escape the tight bodice of your glamorous life if even for a minute.

And you were sure that your best friend, who happened to live closer to normal part of the city, was about to help you.

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The bell jingled as you entered the diner, black and white tile floor resembling a chessboard, albeit slightly shabby against your heels clicking with each step.

Maximoff’s the place was called and besides the funky chessboard floor, the interior was in warm colours, walls painted apricot, the counters, bar, tables, stools and chairs in caramel tones. Your lips automatically spread in a smile as you looked around, heading to the counter built right next to a bar, your eyes running over the specials of the day. As most of the names didn’t feel familiar, you took a mental note to kiss Pepper’s hands once you would reunite in the gallery where she was momentarily alone, providing you an alibi while you sneaked out.

“What’s a pretty thing like ya’ doin’ here? Ya’ lost, dollface?” a male voice startled you and your head snapped the direction it came from, finding a man dressed in a short-sleeved shirt with a strange logo of an eagle on his pocket and jeans. Chin-length brown hair framed his face, stubble rounding his smirking lips, his pale blue-grey eyes fixed on you.

He didn’t seem like he wanted to harm you, but the way he talked seemed strange and the fact you weren’t even sure if he talked to you made you uneasy. Dollface? Who called a woman that? Who called that anyone for that matter?

You smiled at him reluctantly, your heart speeding up. A sigh sounded next to him, out of your view, and another man spoke up, scolding the brunet.

“Lay off, Buck. You’re scaring the dame.”

The owner of the voice leaned away from the bar, his kind blue eyes and inviting expression causing your breath to hitch. Gosh, he was pretty with that subtle smile and ruffled blond hair. You figured they were colleagues since he was dressed in the same manner. You felt a bit inappropriate in your almost knee-length sunflower dress; you were sticking out like a sore thumb. The women in this diner sure weren’t dressed like you.

“Do you need any help?” the blond asked, his tone gentler and less challenging than Buck’s, , instantly putting you at ease; well, as much at ease as you could feel visiting a downtown diner for the first time, on your own, no less.

Your smile grew firmer, more confident, as you beckoned towards the menu above.

“Uhm… perhaps with picking the meal?”

The brunet raised a curious eyebrow at your question. “You want to eat here?”

Yes, you were definitely sticking out and you weren’t the only one to take notice.

“…yes.”

Nervous under his gaze, your eyes flickered to the blond, who seemed equally surprised, tilting his head aside.

“Well, what do you have in mind?” he asked simply.

You only shrugged in response and the brunet rolled his eyes and sighed, wiping his fingers to the napkin near his empty plate.

“Looks like I’m not needed here,” he grumbled and rose to his feet, patting his friend’s shoulder. “Just remember, Stevie, boss’ gonna kill ya’ if you’re more than half an hour late.”

What did that mean?

“Noted,” Stevie huffed a laugh and waved him off.

“Better get outta here sooner than later, can’t run as fast as Maximoff-“

“Yeah, yeah-“

“I better heard that name in a compliment!” a female voice from the door with ‘personnel only’ behind the counter suddenly called out, once again starling you.

“Sure thing, Mrs.M! See ya’!” Buck shouted right back at her as he jogged to the door and you noticed that the woman behind the counter and Stevie weren’t the only ones with their eyes on you, the realization making you shiver on the inside.

“You know what? Let’s sit somewhere else, everyone’s staring. You can check out the complete menu and the waitress will come to us,” the blond offered, already standing up and beckoning to one of the booths.

You felt yourself relax, the ever-present smile on his lips assuring you he had no malicious intent – or you hoped so.

“Sure. Thank you.”

You seated yourself opposite to him, hidden from the majority of the prying eyes as he pushed the menu your way.

“I honestly have no idea what most of this means,” you admitted before even opening the menu, watching the relaxed aura around Stevie instead as he all but melted into the cushions. It bugged you in a way, seeing as his friend had made a certain remark earlier. “…no one is going to try and kill you, right? I would hate to-”

He barked a laugh, small wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes and your heart skipped a beat, mesmerized when you simultaneously noticed that his nose was dusted with freckles. He was such a handsome man and he radiated pure amusement as he laughed, simply and carefree. Despite being ashamed at being the source of his amusement, you marvelled at the fact you were the cause of the happy sound.

“Ya’ think ‘dat-- that here downtown, people get iced for being late for work? Is ‘dat the bullshit they feed ya’?” You blinked at his words, unsure you understood his strange lingo. Stevie shook his head, the corner of his lips still twitching. “I meant killed. And nonsense, the nonsense they feed you.”

“They mostly don’t feed me anything about downtown and what life really is here…” you confessed with a sigh, spotting the woman from behind the counter making her way to you, red apron swinging a bit with her step.

“Good morning, almost afternoon! Oh, Steve, some dame you have here! Finally! Not sure we have enough fancy for her though,” she greeted you enthusiastically, her speech ending with a slight thoughtful pout.

You swallowed the indignation at her assumption and smiled at her. “I… um, I don’t need anything fancy, madam. At all, actually.”

“You heard that? Madam! You keep this one close, Steve!”

“Hey! I’m polite!” the blond protested, a twinkle of humour in his eye. “Can we have the least fancy thing for the lady, then? And a strawberry milkshake? Ya’ alright with strawberries? It’s the best one…”

The woman, Mrs.M as Buck had called her, wrote down the order in her little notepad when you only nodded, dumb-struck when Stevie – Steve? – ordered for you. “Coming right up! You want anything else, Stevie?

“Just a refill, please?” he looked up pleadingly and the woman sighed, patting his head.

“You’re addicted, hon, I feel sorry for your stomach. I’ll bring the pot.”

“You’re an angel, Anna.”

“Yeah, yeah…” she mumbled as she walked away.

Steve laid his very much muscular forearms on the table, leaning in, giving you his undivided attention.  “So… what’s your name, doll?”

Unlike with Bucky, Steve’s endearment somehow made your belly warm, your gaze lowering at his soft tone. You introduced yourself quietly and forced yourself to look up again – you were not raised by wolves, after all – and offered him a hand to shake, rising from your seat just a inch.

To your surprise, your companion gently took your fingers and turned your hand, kissing the back of it. As in, actually kissing it, his lips brushing your skin, his gaze locked with yours, stealing the breath from your lungs and making your rear fall back into your seat in surprise.

Who knew the downtown boys could be so charming?

“Pretty name for a pretty gal,” he commented. “So, what brings ya’ here?”

“…lunch? I told you?”

He clicked his tongue discontentedly at your poor excuse – it wasn’t exactly a lie, but… “Bad liar. Kinda like me.”

Was that right? Was he as innocent and honest as his eyes had been telling you ever since you noticed him behind Bucky? So far, he was nothing but nice to you. He could be your partner in crime – and you don’t lie to partners, especially when you’re a bad liar in the first place. You shifted in your seat, inhaled deeply and told him your dark secret.

“I just… I needed a change of scenery.”

His smile turned into a solid grin, mischief playing in his blue irises now, accenting the drop of green in them you hadn’t noticed before. “Well… looks like ya’ came to the right place.”

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One of the things Steve really liked about Maximoff’s was the domestic atmosphere. It was a family diner, one started by immigrants and yet not missing anything from the American way anyone could big mouth about. It was familial, relaxed yet with efficient staff and people practically knew each other by name – the regulars did at least.

Which meant that the stunning girl in sunflower dress who walked in wearing elegant high heels turned heads instantly, both in a good and bad way. Steve found the absurd figure both amusing and fascinating; she appeared utterly lost in her well-mannered way, her skirt brushed the tights just above her knees, catching an eye of me than one guy- and really, Steve had trouble not staring as well, but he at least attempted to.

Bucky, not so much.

Steve had to give it to her though – she was adorably startled when Buck opened his big mouth and tried to flirt with her… if that was what it was supposed to be, but she didn’t run out of the door just yet, even trying for a polite talk.

Cute. How could Steve go back to work knowing this remarkable creature was in his favourite diner? They would eat her alive, serve her like the next special!

Alright, that was a bit of an overstatement, but still.

And now, seeing her eyes widen as Wanda, the owner’s daughter and the twin sister to Steve’s colleague, placed a huge hamburger in front of the woman who simply couldn’t be from around here – uptown, if Steve guessed correctly – he knew he wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Luckily for him, not missing it still meant keeping his job, because they didn’t wait long. It was another thing Steve loved around here – they were quick, ready for the onslaught of hungry customers around noon, so ready that the pair barely exchanged few words before they were served food and the sinful strawberry milkshake—and thank fuck- coffee.

He sipped at the hot bitter liquid, hiding his smile at the curious, desperate and utterly adorable expression on the girl’s face as she was trying to figure out how the hell she should eat that. But because he felt a bit sorry for her too – she never had a hamburger, had she, how was she even alive – he lowered the cup and took mercy upon her.

“Ya’ just need to take it to your hands, bite and hope for the best that your cute dress won’t get a new colour on it,” Steve remarked, not bothering to keep a straight face. “Just dig in, uptown.”

She huffed, clearly slightly irked at his jab, but obediently placed her fingers to the sides of the burger and brought it to her red-painted lips. Steve settled comfortably to his seat, a coffee and a free comedy show with the prettiest actress he had ever laid his eyes on playing right in front of him.

“So… why did ya’ need a change?” he brought up after few moments, watching her reaction to the taste, a pleasant surprise on her face, a drop of grease in the corner of her lips. His fingers twitched on the cup with the need to wipe it away from her otherwise perfectly cleaned up face.  

He liked her face – it wasn’t hidden under tones of shiny coloured shit girl used these days.

She swallowed first, shaking her head, but never letting her food from her hands as if someone could steal it before she finished. Steve felt that on spiritual fucking level.

“It is a complicated issue,” she said, dodging the question. Steve fought the urge to roll his eyes.

“Try me.”

And with a sigh, she did, even when averting his gaze, lost in thought.

“You don’t know what’s like. All those… strained faces, smiling and nodding when asked to even if you don’t agree… not even being able to scratch your nose during dinner without people looking at you like you insulted them, their children and grandchildren that aren’t even born yet…“

Steve blinked at the waterfall of words, not expecting her to actually share that much. He only managed to stare at the embodiment of a good obedient uptown girl – minus the burger – while processing her words.

They sounded… not right. He never thought of it that way. His ma’ worked tooth and nail to keep them fed and he gave up going to art school for the very same reason. Hearing this girl, who was probably blessed with enough money to bath in it, complain about her life… was strange and frankly insulting, but when he thought of it, she did list some quite unpleasant downsides.

Gee. What people did to keep the picture perfect up. Can’t scratch her nose.

“Oh my, you must think I am a complete brat,” she exclaimed into the silence that fell on their table and Steve winced, both startled and pleasantly surprised. The self-awareness in her. “Spoiled privileged girl who doesn’t appreciate how lucky she is not having to work sixteen hours a day to feed herself and her family. Gosh, I am a terrible person, I’m sorry for rambling.”

Seeing her so self-depreciating caused a smile to spread on Steve’s face once more. Self-awareness indeed, realization in the purest form.

Where the hell did she come from?

She was… an odd egg, that was for sure. Steve certainly liked that and he hated seeing her with her lips turned downwards; so he spoke what was on his mind, as he always did.

“No… no. I think I understand… to a point.”

“Likely story,” she uttered, taking an angry bite of the hamburger.

So fucking adorable when angry – if that was what she called it. Steve could kiss that pouty lip of hers.

“I do!” he protested, raising his hands palms up and gesturing to her subtly to show he saw her point. “And for the record, I promise you – you can scratch your nose all you want with me.”

The smile she gave him could power a damn city, even if it wasn’t necessarily radiant – just very, very sweet and almost shy. “Thank you, Steve. I—never mind. Do you… have family?”

Steve, taken aback by her question, hesitated only for a moment. She had been honest, he should too. And to his genuine surprise, he enjoyed talking to her, so why ruin that with making shit up?

“Nope. Ma’ passed away few years ago. Dad’s been gone a while. Just Buck and guys from my shop.”

“I’m sorry. Really. I can’t imagine.”

He shrugged it off, ignoring the pang in his heart – the loss of his mother, only few years prior, still hurt. He missed her – she was an incredible woman and the kindest mother.

“That’s life. But thanks. You?”

“Both parents and—” she started off reluctantly, but then downright sighed. ”-a sister.”

“Don’t sound too excited about it,” Steve remarked sarcastically and she sighed again, putting her unfinished food away, frowning at it. “Full already?”

“It’s huge!”

“Gimme. No food comes to waste on my watch. Drink your milkshake,” he hummed, pulling the plate to his side of the table, much to her obvious astonishment – and was that a hint of amusement? – and took a bite. She shook her head, wiping her mouth with careful taps of a napkin, but was totally grinning at his actions, which left him unfairly giddy. “Ya’ were sayin’? About your family? More like your sister ya’ don’t exactly love?”

Steve almost choked when the smile slipped from her lips, mentally cursing himself.

“I know, I know! Once again – terrible person, I am aware. And I do like her, she’s family,” she said quickly as if to save the situation and prove she could treat her sister properly. Steve found the ‘she’s a family’ a bit of a learned phrase, utter shit, but he’d listen to more. “It’s just… Sharon… she’s the younger sister, but she is… perfect. Everyone thinks so. And she is! I swear I am not jealous, but… I wish I had more of a sister and less of an omnipresent perfect lady to tell me my hair doesn’t look good today at every occasion.”

Steve deliberately took a long nice look at her hairstyle. There was not one hair out of place on her head. She had some sort of an elaborate braid on her head Steve couldn’t hope to understand, making her look like a princess – well, kinda like a queen even, but her young face and playful and elegant dress wouldn’t make for a serious and grey sovereign. Princess it was.

“Was ‘dat today?” Steve asked, wiping his fingers to a napkin as he finished her meal and took a large gulp of coffee.

“Yes… again.”

His eyebrow slowly rose, sceptical and pitying. And kinda mad at people who ever told her she was anything but perfect. Beautiful. Stunning. Adorable.

“Well, no offence, doll, but your sis sounds like she should ease up on the bitch juice and have her eyes checked. Your hair’s fine, this whole…” he gestured vaguely to her head, “complicated thing ya’ did with it, is pretty like the rest of ya’.”

He should probably ease up on the compliments, but he couldn’t help himself. She seemed flustered at it and he loved it. She was cute. Her only flaw was that her hair wasn’t loose – Steve would like to see what she looked like, wild hair to run fingers through--

“…thank you. What is, eh, bitch juice?”

Steve chuckled when called out on his mistake. “Nothing really, means she shouldn’t be mean to ya’. Probably shouldn’t say ‘dat home, tho.”

Her smile made its return, sweet, shy and happy as she learned something new. “I will keep it in mind. Thank you for sweeping in, taking me under your wing here. You are a great company. I like you.”

Steve would deny it till the day he’d die, but that moment, his chest puffed with fucking pride. She liked him. Take that, Barnes! Take that, uptown snobs! She liked HIM.

“Well, if ya’ ever come to downtown ever again-“ he sort-of joked, the realization that this was very likely to be a one-time thing settling heavy in his stomach.

He wasn’t kidding anyone – he liked her too. A lot. Even when she was bitching; or maybe because of that, in addition to her 100% cutesy and pretty face… and figure.

“Would you meet me?” she asked excitedly, eyes lighting up with joy, which… Steve didn’t see coming.

“Uhm-- sure. If ya’ wanted.”

“Next Tuesday? What time?” she pried, sipping happily at the remnants of her milkshake. Nope, not the visual he needed—dammit.

Wait, what did she just say?

“You’re serious?” he asked incredulously, earning a shrug and a soft smile.

“You are funny and nice… and handsome.” Well, his ego just levitated through the ceiling, he wasn’t gonna lie- “I told you I liked you. Does that… mean something different here?”

He felt his lips curl up in a gentle smile at her slight confusion. She sounded so innocent. Steve’s heart could melt – and she already had him wrapped around her finger, which he surprisingly didn’t mind.

“No, doll, means the same thing. I like you too,” he assured her. “Gotta run, tho. Ya’ get home alright?”

“Yes. I only have to walk to the gallery nearby. I should go too…. Do I pay at the counter or somewhere-?”

“Nope. I do,” Steve interrupter her inspection of the diner and she swiftly rose to her feet.

“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly-“

“Lemme treat a pretty girl, ‘k?”

The words were out of his mouth before he could think better of them – but if he had, his reaction would be exactly the same. This might have not been a proper date, but no matter how much more money she no doubt had, Steve’s ma’ would box his ear if he let the lady pay.

The fact she casted her gaze down, shy at his supposed chivalry, was only a pleasant bonus. He could kiss her at that moment, so friggin’ beautiful and shy, and possibly interested.

“You say that a lot,” she whispered, glancing up at him from under her long eyelashes, tiny smile playing on her lips.

Steve shrugged it off and headed for the counter before he could act on impulse and actually pull her in to smack his mouth to hers.

“Just sayin’ the truth. Six p.m. works for ya’?”

She hummed as he paid for her and his coffee. “I will make it work.”

That was good enough for him as he offered this very place to meet.

Once they left the diner, she managed to take him aback once more when she rose to her tiptoes – a heroic act in her pumps – and pressed a soft chaste kiss on his cheek before saying a simple goodbye and began to walk the opposite direction than him.

Steve was grinning like a fool for the rest of the day and not even Bucky’s wiggling eyebrows could ruin his mood.

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Sleepovers were for children, you had been told by your mother more than once; so you claimed that what you were going to do with Pepper would be a girls’ night (women’ night?) and she suddenly seemed ecstatic, because Pepper was a fashion goddess and you still had a lot to learn about being chic.

You didn’t even care for the insult, as you were not about to spend time with your friend. No, Pepper was only kind enough to help you out and plot against the evil forces of uptown, covering for you while you’d be having a—a date with Steve. The week couldn’t past fast enough.

But finally you were here, wearing a pink dress – if a bit too chaste, but practical for a summer evening – with decorative black buttons, short sleeves and a bow around your waist, hair styled by the ‘fashion goddess’ who lived up to her title and charmed two French braids on your head. You were nearly jumping on spot, looking around subtly from time to time – you still had two minutes to spare.

So you stood there, trying not to tap your foot – which was really tempting, the elegant flats with an inch-tall heel making tapping much more easier than your usual pumps – and politely smiled at each person passing you.

When you caught a glimpse of a tall blonde figure, your smile widened into an honest one. He was even more handsome than you remembered – and he reciprocated the smile upon seeing you, his eyes not-so-subtly travelling up and down your figure. He was wearing simple blue t-shirt, one that hugged his muscular figure tightly, causing your mind to wander into strange places, and a pair of jeans – a simple outfit that he clearly felt comfortable in, a backpack slung over one of his broad shoulders.

“Wow. I feel underdressed now. And we might have to change plans,” he said upon greeting you, deep timber that haunted you in your sweetest dreams.

You subconsciously crumbled your skirt between your fingers, your smile faltering as you suddenly felt self-conscious and disappointed that you didn’t dress to his liking – or to fittingly to his plans.

“Oh, no! Should I run and change?”

Steve instantly shook his head, taking a hold of your hand, bringing it to his lips. Your cheeks heated up, your heart speeding up at his affection.

“Absolutely not. You look beautiful,” he opposed, giving you a once-over again, his blue eyes twinkling.

“Thank you. You too--handsome, I mean.”

And he was. Gosh. And that ruffled hair of his-! How did you want to run your fingers through it—and not to give a damn about such action being inappropriate.

“Thanks. I—uh, I was plannin’ for a small trip with… a bit of climbin’, which was stupid, I know-“ he stumbled over his words, scratching the back of neck sheepishly, clearly having absolutely no clue how giddy you had been – and still were – for spending the time with him in any form.

You cleared your throat. “How much climbing?”

“Not too much…? It would be safe, I promise. But I’m worried about your dress-“

“I’m not!” you blurted out, covering your mouth in embarrassment at your hastiness.

Steve didn’t seem to mind; in fact, a slow mischievous grin spread on his lips, beckoning you to follow him.

“Then come with me if ya’ wanna know what it’s like to live.”

The sentence was rather ironic; before you knew it, you were sitting nearly on the edge of a damn roof, precisely 37 storeys above the ground, on a building that wasn’t even finished yet.

Apparently, Buck’s – Bucky’s – uncle worked as construction manager, which opened you the doors to one of the unfinished additions to New York’s skyline. Some storeys you had to indeed climb, but with Steve’s support, you had felt ridiculously safe, grateful for thinking to bring flats instead of usual attire – and the reward was absolutely worth it.

Seeing the sunset, sitting on a picnic blanket after finishing simple sandwiches and a lemonade, you felt like you had the world at your feet.

It was breath-taking, for the lack of better term, enough to bring tears to your eyes.

Never in your life you had felt so… light. So free. Despite the heights you found yourself in, you had never breathed more easily. And as sentimental it might sound… you were sure it didn’t only went down to not being under scrutiny from your family and those bigheads who thought that they had a claim on the world, hence claim on you too-- no, you could tell with absolute certainty that at least part of this liberating feeling went down to the person sitting next to you, staring with you at the sunset and the lights of the city coming to life, flashing neons shining in the streets.

Your hand blindly reached for his, covering the back of it, feeling the slight roughness of his knuckles and skin – a hand of a workman. He didn’t retreat, but you could feel his gaze shifting to you.

“Thank you for taking me here, Steve,” you whispered, a tender breath of wind carrying your voice to a faraway place, to a dreamland. You couldn’t tear your eyes from the marvellous scenery. “It’s… it’s so beautiful.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, his hand shifting under yours, escaping your hold, fingers running up your arms to nestle on your jaw, gently cradling, causing your breathing to hitch, your heart speeding up to a at least a hundred per minute. “You are, doll.”

You turned to him, melting in his touch, and while you saw his face inching closer to yours, nerves working, regretting your inexperience, not for a split second you thought of retreating.

When Steve’s lips met yours, all rational thought left your mind, carried away by the sweet breeze of summer.

Girls’ night never felt so magical.

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Part 2

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Tags: @wxstedhexrt, @comicshoplife, @elysianecho, @scentedsongrebel, @orions-nebula, @pies-wands-and-more (I know you didn’t ask explicitly, but I can take a hint)

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I’m almost embarrassed to say that it turned out, once again, much much longer than I intended. But some might box my ears if I did, so... yay?

Credit for the fic title and chapter title goes to @queen-kass-the-writer​ - thank you!

And thank you for reading!

#cxp1k #marvel #fanfiction #Steve rogers x reader #Steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #tony stark x reader #tony stark x pepper potts #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #captain america #modern au #80s au #writing challenge #uptown girl #forbidden love #grease and pearls #anika ann

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Love is Timeless

Fandom: Marvel (Vampire AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

As requested by anonymous: Vampire!reader x Bucky Barnes where they met in the 40s and fell in love but wasn’t able to admit their feelings and bc of his fall she joins shield and that’s how they meet again???

You tried not to fall in love. You couldn’t do it. After loving and losing so many times, your dead heart couldn’t bare it anymore. But loving Bucky Barnes was so easy and came so naturally. 

You worked as an aircraft mechanic at a factory. Now that thousands of men were signing up and being drafted to fight for the safety of the country, many women stepped up to take their place. And you were one of those women. 

You met Bucky when he stood up for you after some men were giving you a hard time about working “a man’s job”.

“She’s doin’ a helluva lot better job than you bozos or any of the men who’ve worked here, for that matter!” the men grumbled to themselves as they went back to work, ‘cause it was true. You were one helluva mechanic. 

You shot Bucky a grateful smile as he threw a dirt rag over his shoulder, “Thanks, but I could’ve handled it.”

He shrugs, “I know, but don’t mean I shouldn’t say nothin’.”

“Nonetheless, thank you. Wanna grab a pop after our shift as a proper thank you?”

Bucky shakes his head, “Nah. It’s fine.”

“Come on, please? Just one pop then I won’t bother you again.”

He chuckles and gives you a nod, “Fine. Alright.”

That one pop turned into many and soon enough, you and Bucky would be going out after work almost every single day. The fellas and dames at work would always tease you, calling you “Bucky’s gal”. But you’d always roll your eyes and tell them you’re not...despite how much you wanted to. 

When Bucky told you he’d be going away for basic training, you nearly broke into tears. Of course, he’s spoken to you about enlisting, but you pushed that to the back of your mind. You didn’t like imagining him going overseas, putting his life on the line. You hated imagining the man you loved getting hurt and possibly killed. 

When he approached you at work, decked head to toe in his uniform, you were suddenly met to the harsh reality. You shook your head, tears cascading down your cheeks as you tried to reason with the sight before you. 

“This-This isn’t real. This can’t be real,” you sobbed, the sight breaking Bucky’s heart. 

“Doll, I’m sorry.”

“No! You can’t go! You-You have to stay here! Please, Bucky, just stay here!”

“You know I can’t do that,” he says with a broken expression. He pulls you into his arms as you sob into his uniform, “I’ll come back to you. I promise. Everything will be fine and I-I’ll take you on a date and finally make you my girl like I’ve been wanting to.”

“It’s not fair,” you muttered into his chest.

“I know, but I’ll try my damndest to get back to you, doll. Nothin’ will stop me from coming back to you.”

Later that night, you watch Bucky board a train to where he’ll be taken to a base to prepare for fighting overseas. You wrote letters to each other back and forth. You’ve learned of the horrors that Bucky’s had to face. You learned that his best friend Steve had joined the fight and was completely different now.  

Dozens of letters came and went and when you received a letter from Steve, you knew it couldn’t have been good. After reading the first line, you dropped to yours knees. 

I’m sorry, Y/N. Bucky’s gone. 

You couldn’t read anything after that because what else did you need to know? The man you’d grown to love was dead, and you didn’t even get to tell him that. Now you never would. 

You’d gone rampant after that. You had been wandering the streets and when some men decided to gang up on you, you lost control. 

Their screams of horror were drowned out by the choking of their own blood. You tore through every single one of those men’s throats with no remorse. You promised yourself you’d never let yourself fall into the darkness, but you couldn’t help it. The man who became your love and your light was gone, now shrouding you in nothing but darkness.

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For the hundreds of years you’ve lived on this Earth, you’ve never expected to experience something this shocking. 

You had joined SHIELD years ago once they managed to find out who you were. You were able to use your capabilities for good. You found a new purpose and reason to live. You were helping save lives and fighting off those who tried to threaten the safety of those lives. You’ve met aliens, other enhanced people. But nothing was more groundbreakingly shocking than the man you’re seeing in the footage. 

Steve, who’s come to learn who you truly are and has accepted you, had informed you that Bucky was still alive. But he wasn’t Bucky anymore. 

You shook your head, “This-This is impossible, Steve.”

The blonde hero couldn’t help but snort, “I’m a 104 super soldier and you’re a vampire. Nothing is really impossible anymore, Y/N.”

“We have to save him,” you mutter with determination in your voice. 

“I know. Which is why I’m here. I need your help.”

Things definitely went to shit after that. Sorta. Well, you helped Steve and Nat save the world, yet again, but Bucky had gotten away, that is, after he saved Steve’s life. 

And ever since then, you, Steve, and Sam had been looking for him. 2 years later the bombing in Vienna happens and things go to shit even more. 

You, Steve, and Sam track Bucky to Romania, where it seems he’s been hiding from some time now. You try to follow him, which results in the capture of not only Bucky, but you, Steve, and Sam as well. 

You think things couldn’t get worse, but they do. So much more worse. 

Some dumbfuck who posed as a doctor ended up using the trigger words to put Bucky into Winter Soldier mode. You, Sam, Steve, Nat, Tony, and even Prince T’Challa all work to try to handle things, but fail for a time being, that is, until Steve and Bucky take a dive into a river, all the while you and Sam run for the hills, meeting at a rendezvous point with Steve and an unconscious Bucky. 

 When Bucky wakes, you’re the first thing that he sees, “Doll?” 

You move towards him, but Steve stops you, “How do we know you’re you?”

“You’re Steve. Your mom’s name is Sarah and you used to put newspapers in your shoes.” his eyes then meet yours, “And you’re Y/N. You worked at the aircrafts factory as a mechanic. We’d go to the diner after almost every shift just to talk.”

Steve looked to to Sam, satisfied, “Can’t read that in a museum.”

You go to remove Bucky’s arm from the machinery. He then retracts his arm, rolling his shoulders to get proper feeling in it. He looks up at you with disbelief, “How are you even alive right now? Him,” he nods towards Steve, “I understand, but you? You a super soldier like us or something?”

You kneel down with a sigh, “Not exactly,” you mumble. You open your mouth, your fangs pushing out from their hiding spot, “I’m a vampire.”

Bucky looks at you confused, “How-But you walk in the sunlight. You ate my ma’s spaghetti.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, “I have this pendant,” you pulled out a black rock with intricate sigils on them that hung from a string around your neck, “that’s enchanted to allow me to walk in the day. As for the garlic, that’s completely false. I loooove garlic bread,” you say jokingly, which makes Bucky smile. 

He then cups your face, “I can’t believe you’re here. I thought I lost you. I-I thought I’d never see you again and tell you how I felt.”

You lean forward, pressing your head against his, “Well, you did say that nothin’ will stop you from coming back to me.” 

He sighed, “Now that I have you again, I’m scared I might lose you again.”

You shake your head, “Can’t get rid of me that easily, Barnes.”

“Good,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your lips, one you never thought you’d get, “I know this is bad timing and all, but I wanna tell you before I don’t get the chance again. I loved you so much then, and I’m pretty sure I still do now.”

“I’ve always loved you, Bucky,” you breathed out, “Always you.”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #marvel #au #marvel au #vampire au

[babbushka]

Beautiful, Beloved (3/8)

You had met three times: The first, an introduction. The second, a lunch. The third, your wedding. Can bonds be made in such short a time as a week long honeymoon aboard the immensely impressive RMS Titanic?

Yes, yes they can.

Kylo Ren x Reader

Word count: ~4k

Warnings: NSFW content

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The train ride to the port was one filled with so much anticipation you were sure you would simply burst. The small sectioned off room where you and your husband sat was lavishly decorated with beautifully dark wood walls and paneling, brass fixtures, and blue velvet cushioned seats. There was a small table between you where Kylo sipped a drink and you lightly picked your fork at a warm cranberry muffin that you really had no interest in actually eating, your stomach too unsettled from the nerves of embarking on such an adventure as this, your honeymoon.

America, sailing to New York aboard the Titanic of all things! Never in a million years would you have ever dreamt that such a vacation would be yours.

You sat with your hand twined with Kylo’s, as you looked out the train window. True to his word, your husband rose exceptionally early, waking you with him. In no time at all, you found yourself dressed and eagerly making the journey from the estate to the docks of Southampton.

Dopheld and Rose had both joined you, although they sat in the next room over on the train, which was reserved for the servants of the first class passengers. You and Kylo were exchanging knowing smiles and excited glances as the overcast sky was broken by patches of sunshine. You longed to rest your head on his shoulder, but you had been done up completely in all your new finery from Paris, and the hat atop your head was so large that you’d most likely accidentally hit Kylo in the face with all your feathers, if you were to try.

So instead, you looked out the window, completely entranced, and Kylo looked at you, his free hand that was not being held by your own reaching up occasionally to brush against the soft skin just below your ear. It was a tender touch that had you smiling, a smile which only grew as the train chugged its way through the town, officially drawing the journey to a close.

“Kylo! My darling, is that it?” You asked, nearly plastering yourself to the window as a great ship came into view.

You were not the only one who had noticed or anticipated the arrival, and as the train got closer and closer to the port, there was a very palpable energy that could be felt throughout the entire room.

Kylo nodded, gave your hand an affectionate squeeze as he sipped some brandy he had ordered from the food service aboard the train.

“I cannot think of anything else it could be.” Kylo said, peering around your hat to get a look at the ship, the RMS Titanic, “Isn’t she grand?”

It had to be nearly a thousand feet long, and it felt just as tall, the way the great smokestacks protruded into the air, only contributing to the England-typical foggy weather. Birds swirled around the cables and squawked and cawed, and you could see the small dots of crewman wandering the ship, preparing it for all the new passengers which would board it on its maiden voyage.

You were giddy from the size of it alone, wishing the train would finally come to a stop so that you could get off of it and onto the vessel.

“Oh Heavens it’s enormous! Absolutely enormous. I’ve never seen such a ship in all my life.” You grinned, and such a reaction made Kylo smile softly at you.

“Do you like it?” He asked, kissing your satin gloved hand, and you laughed brightly, for that would truly be the understatement of the century.

“Like it? I adore it! I have no idea how such a thing can float, surely it would be too heavy and sink – yet here she is, a true marvel.” You cannot stop looking at it, at this feat of engineering.

“The only thing worth marveling at, is you my sweet.” He said, making you blush and duck your chin just so, unused to such blatant confessions.

When the whistle of the train blew and the brakes came to a squeaky halt, it took everything in you to calmly stand and collect yourself, arm looped through Kylo’s as you made your way out of the train hall and down the stairs where you met up with Dopheld and Rose as the two handled your baggage.

Speaking of baggage, you cannot help but stare in wonder as great mechanical cranes lifted platforms piled high with trunks, high into the air and onto the ship from right there on the port. You thought of all the things they had to build specifically for this ship, for the whole of the White Star line. You imagined that the berth had to be custom built as well, not believing that any port could accommodate a ship of this magnitude with ease.

Being that it was the Titanic, the port was simply packed, swarming with people. From all walks of life and classes, passengers dressed in their absolute best awaited entry to the ship. The noise was practically deafening, between the overlapping conversations of a thousand men women and children, that you were so surprised that through it all, your husband’s name was uttered in a tone that offered nothing but suspicion and disrespect.

As you, Kylo, Dopheld and Rose made your way through the crowds of people who were disembarking from the train, you could feel the judgmental stares from higher society who had come off of the first train only moments prior.

“Look – everyone look it’s Lord Ren.” One of them, a woman wearing a fashionable black and white striped dress whispered loudly, not doing anything to really conceal her disdain.

“Oh and that must be his bride, wonder how she hasn’t hanged herself yet.” Her companion, another fashionable young woman in deep purple silks laughed behind her fan.

“Wonder how he hasn’t yet killed her himself.” A third wearing such a largely feathered hat that you wondered how she did not topple straight over, glared harshly in your direction.

Your grip on Kylo’s arm only tightened, and you take it upon yourself to put them in their place.

“Pay them no mind.” You said loudly to your husband, more so for the benefit of them hearing you say it than anything else, “One would think being in the presence of such breathtaking sights would inspire more stimulating conversation than this vapid group is spewing.”

The women gasp in shock, offended, affronted, and you only smirk to yourself and to Kylo, as he fights a smile of his own.

“I am sorry my darling, that you must bear witness to such frivolity. Shall we explore the docks?” He offers, going along with you, but you only shoot the women a look.

“Please.” You say, making a point to dramatically turn your back to the women, your own ruffles and lace and feathers coming across much more elegantly than their ill-fitting garments.

You don’t get too far, before other people begin to take notice.

“Lord Ren!” One of the crewmen came running up to you and Kylo, “Sir I beg your pardon, it is an honor to be in the presence of such nobility. Please, may I take your bags?” He asked, and Dopheld was more than eager to hand them all over, the many trunks and boxes that Kylo had packed for you.

“Oh yes thank you my good sir, I am putting my trust in you, these are mostly belonging to my wife, and we don’t dare want to misplace them.” Kylo slipped him a large note, and the man’s eyes widened, bowing in respect.

“No sir, not at all sir, right away sir!” He said, before disappearing towards where those large electric cranes were, no doubt knowing exactly which room would be yours to put them in.

Kylo leads the way through the people, and you can’t help but feel so excited, a true sense of adventure at this moment. You had never been to America before, never left the continent at all – and what a grand first journey this would be!

Suddenly, you are nearly knocked into quite harshly a young man with a shock of blonde hair comes darting between you and Kylo, whooping and cheering like he had just won the lottery. He’s shouting, held a big sack over his shoulder, and waves a slip of paper in his hand as he and a friend cut through the crowd.

“Watch it!” Kylo barked, immediately righting you in his arms, helping you regain your footing from where he had nearly made you go crashing to the ground.

“Sorry mister!” The young man tossed over his shoulder, but Kylo is far more interested in you.

“Are you alright?” He asked, checking you over, searching your face for any signs that you had been harmed. Instead he finds signs that you are on the verge of panicking – for you are, and you’re finding it difficult to breathe just from the sheer spectacle of it all.

“Yes, yes of course. Just a little overwhelmed is all, there are a great many people.” You tried to explain, but Kylo shushed you gently, held you close as he took your fan from your free hand and waved your face with it.

“You are in dire need of fresh air, Dopheld please, would you help clear a path for (Y/N)?” He asked, and the boy immediately nodded, more than willing to help you.

“Make way!” He shouted, parting a path like he were some prophet.

“Could we please just go onto the ship? I apologize, I didn’t realize how crowded it would be.” You tried to apologize, feeling terrible for ruining the good mood of the afternoon.

The clock was striking a quarter until noon, leaving only fifteen minutes before the ship was set to depart, and you very badly needed to lie down. Kylo thankfully was in no mood to argue with you, as he seemed to never be, and instead was leading you through the path that Dopheld had cleared.

“You have nothing to apologize for, the gangplank is right this way.” He kissed you, square on the lips, making those around you gasp at such a display of affection.

You smiled at the show, face hot from a slight embarrassment at being the center of such attention, but Kylo paid no one any mind as he kissed you and kissed you and kissed you some more, to help calm you down.

As his tongue slid against yours, his arms wound around you and you sighed into his embrace. The poor man had to tilt his head awkwardly to avoid knocking over your hat, but you were thankful for such the large brim, as it concealed just how passionate the kiss was – concealed it from one side of you, at the very least.

When the disgruntled men and women gave way to wolf-whistles and jeers from those of the lower classes, did Kylo then pull away.

“Perhaps we should find our cabin straight away.” You suggested, and he only laughed loud, the sound of it unfortunately swallowed by a great big horn that was blown from the ship.

Feeling a new sense of invigoration, you and Kylo ran towards the gangplank up the gangplank, and onto the ship.

You passed the third-class passengers who were getting their health inspection, men and women and children all opening their eyes and mouths and ears for doctors to ensure that no disease or illness could be spread to the others aboard, crew and passenger alike.

A few people were turned away, and you felt a pang of sorrow for them, for how must it feel to be denied entry to such an incredible ship as this?

If you were afraid of heights, you did not look down, but it wouldn’t have even occurred to you to do so, to look back at the hundreds of faces who were waving the ship off. No, you were far too occupied with looking forward, up at your husband, at his handsome face in the sun which had finally managed to beat away the clouds.

Once aboard the deck of the ship, you gasp, hand covering your mouth, at the view.

It was, in a word, breathtaking.

The sunshine really had transformed the entire ship, the white paint practically glittered and shone like the diamonds which were scattered atop the water of the English Channel, casting a bright glow over the entire port.

The deck was a flurry of activity, those very same cranes you had seen were now swinging over your head as they lowered all manner of things aboard – luggage yes, but also great cars which were highly polished, sending a sparkle of their own. There were all sorts of men doing inspections all across the ship, and you spotted one man entirely in white doing such checks as well.

“Do you think that’s the captain?” You asked, excitement showing through your voice and general demeanor.

“I do believe so my dear.” Kylo followed your gaze to the man in white, a thick white beard to boot, “Would you like to meet him?”

“Meet him! No, no we couldn’t possibly. He must be so busy.” Your eyed widen comically as you wave off your flustered appearance. Only Kylo would be so bold as to make introductions to someone so important as the captain of all people.

“Perhaps another night then, we have all week, after all.” Kylo said, making you only shake your head.

The ship had begun to set sail, and you were thrilled by this, by the cheering, the fanfare, the orchestra playing up grand music, until you saw something of a pitiful sight.

“Why do you suppose there are so many of the same ship, over in the berth?” You asked, gesturing to the row of nearly identical boats docked in the harbor, all laid up against one another, listing from side to side.

“Lack of coal,” Rose piped up, her eyes bright as she offered the information she had read in the paper only that morning, “The miners have just finished their strike, there isn’t enough coal yet for all the ships to set sail. I heard they’re consolidating the passengers from the other ships onto the Titanic.”

“Will there be enough space for them all?” You asked, but Rose nodded happily.

“Of course, there’s no sense in overloading a ship with passengers she can’t hold. It will all be fine. Besides, we are not going to be seeing them much anyway, as we’re on the top deck.” She said, pride clear in her voice.

“First class is such a luxury.” You sighed dreamily, proud in your own rights as well.

Kylo kissed your knuckles, before kissing your lips once more out in the open, like the right scoundrel he was.

“It is one that I hope you grow accustomed to, for from now on you’ll never travel with anything less.” He murmured against your lips, no doubt earning him some dirty glares from the elderly passengers which were making their way out and about on the deck.

“I would like to just go to our cabin, if we might?” You asked, lowering your voice as you pressed your lips closer to his ear, “I’m afraid I don’t know what I’ll do if I can’t get my hands on you this instant.”

Kylo only chuckled, and looked around as if he were a spy, searching for someone who might be after them. When he found no such pursuer, he pulled you back around one of the structures which housed a room you did not know. All that you knew was there was shade here in the back, and as Kylo pressed you up against the cool wall, you let yourself be kissed once again.

You had hoped that Rose and Dopheld had taken the hint, had gone to find the cabins themselves, or at the very least busy themselves while Kylo worked very hard at getting the bodice of your dress undone. It seemed to be a quiet corner of the ship, an intimate oasis where there was nothing but the wall, you, and the railing which gave a spectacular view of the port, of the channel beyond.

Kylo was not so concerned with the view, and was much more concerned with freeing your chest, with pulling your breasts up out of your corset so that he could bury his face between the cleavage. He sucked and kissed at your flesh, and you gasped lightly when you felt his fingers ruck up your skirt and petticoat, when you felt his hot hand branding your thigh as he searched through all the fabric to find the smooth skin between your legs, the wet slick of your pussy.

He truly was unashamed, as he released your cleavage from his mouth only to seal his lips over yours as you moaned into him, those deft fingers of his working you open more and more. It was entirely inappropriate, to do such a thing so out in the open, but there were no one around to judge you, not unless you counted the gulls which circled and flew low on the water.

“I am going to ravish you tonight.” Kylo promised, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you, “But I made a promise to myself to make you come as soon as you stepped foot on this ship, and that’s what I aim to do.” He grinned, those crooked teeth of his which you found so endearing shining pearly white.  

“Kylo – ” You laughed, a laugh which turned into a long and low moan, such a thing he had to capture in his lips so that no one would find you, would see how he was touching you so, with your tits out as they were.  

“Shh, shh just enjoy it.” Kylo said, a third finger joining the others in your pussy.

You leaned all of your weight against the wall, and held his arm in place as he made out with you, eliciting the sweetest sounds and sighs of pleasure. His wrist was turned just so, that he could rub his thumb in lazy little circles on your clit, make your chest heave.

Your hips were unable to sit still, pelvis thrusting down onto his hand, and you were so close to reaching your climax, so close to coming – when all of a sudden the sound of gunshots rang clear and bright through the air.

Kylo moved faster than you had ever seen him, pulling his hand out from between your legs, out from under your skirt, arranging your breasts so they sat comfortably back in your corset and buttoning you into your bodice in record time. He grabbed your hand and the two of your raced from the side of the boat where you had been hiding away, into the fray of scrambling passengers who had all heard the same shots.

“Get down!”

“What was that?”

“Does anyone know?”

“Can someone tell us?”

In all the confusion, dogs began to bark and children began to wail, but you only clutched onto Kylo until crewmen came pouring out of the ship onto the deck, blowing their whistles to gain attention. They were giving no information however, only blowing their whistles, and that wasn’t helping anyone, wasn’t making anyone calm down. You ran to the side of the ship, and watched with fear as more and more gunshots sounded.

“(Y/N)!” Kylo chased after you, holding onto your hand as best as he could while you maneuvered your way through the gathering which had amassed on the side of the ship to listen to the gunshots, to look for the criminal.

Except they weren’t gunshots at all, what everyone was hearing was the sound of cables snapping, of chords and wires tearing apart, breaking free from the hull of those ships which had been laid up in the port, those same ships which had donated their coal in exchange for the Titanic accepting their passengers for this voyage.

The other boats belonging to the White Star line had broken free from their moorings and were heading right for you.

“My god, the ships are turning this way!” You shouted, causing an entirely new panic all your own.

The force from the propellers of the Titanic had caused such a stir in the waters, that it had rocked and swayed those boats docked in the port until they had come breaking free, and now they were being sucked towards the Titanic due to the sheer size of the ship.

No sooner than those words had left your lips, did tug-boats pour out into the water from the docks, armed with many experienced crewmen who seemingly were prepared for an event such as this.

The presence of the boats must have done something to displace all the water, to set the gravitational pull to rights once again, because as one of the ships came ever closer, as the people gasped and backed away as quickly as they could, suddenly it was all still once again.

“All clear!” The foreman blew his whistle, trying to calm the mass of people who were now shouting and yelling, demanding a refund or to be let off the ship immediately. You didn’t blame them, the boat was close enough that you could probably reach out a hand and smack the hull. “Everything is fine! Passengers please being to settle, we will be departing in half an hour.”

Your heart was beating hard in your chest, but Kylo was right there, right there behind you, holding you tight.

He held you in a way that said, ‘I will never let you go,’ and that reassured you more than words probably ever could.

Once the initial shock of the almost crash had passed, you began to laugh, the anxiety bubbling up out of you in a hiccupping chuckle that had nearly everyone around you confused, concerned.

“What a dramatic start to the trip!” You explained to the questioning eyes, and only then did they all nod in understanding, letting out a few laughs of relief themselves.

Kylo wasted no more time in getting your party together, leading you and the servants inside the main area of the ship, away from the deck. He was not laughing, a dangerous, angry glare cast over his features that had you worried.

Was it the interruption of your moment of intimacy? Had you reacted poorly to the near-crash? Or was he simply worried, and this was how he showed it? You didn’t know, you’d have to ask him when you were both safely tucked away in your cabin.

“Could you imagine if the boats had crashed, right here in the harbor? What a waste that would be.” Rose tutted, but Dopheld only shook his head.

“I wouldn’t be worried, she is unsinkable after all.” He pointed out, echoing the same slogan which they had been advertising this ship under for so many weeks now.

“Right you are, Dopheld.” Kylo replied, opening the grand doors to the first class reception lobby, “Right you are.”

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A Handmaiden’s Lies: Part 1

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Tom is staring moodily into the fire, tossing twigs and stones into it occasionally. Harry and Haz watch him by sneaking glances in his direction and thinking they’re being sneaky. The heat is brutal from where he’s crouching, but he can’t leave the firepit. If he does, he’ll see her. The girl he’s been infatuated with for months. The girl he knew he didn’t ever have a chance with. The girl he just saw kissing George in his tent.

Zendaya.

Maybe they’re doing a little bit more than kissing now, he thinks pissily, flicking his eyes to his friend’s tent before turning around with a firm resolution not to think about Z again—at least for tonight. It’s none of his business, anyway, and he’s never let a hint of what he feels for Z show. It’s not her fault and it’s not George’s either.

He’d never really had a chance. Not really. Not after George and Z had met and their words had burned. He’d known. It was self-preservation that had kept his lips sealed.

It still hurts.

And he knows he’ll see her in the morning, all golden and glowing, and it’ll hurt a bit but he’s her friend so he won’t say anything.

A commotion distracts Tom from his brooding. Everyone looks up at the sound of someone yelling, another sobbing, and other people grunting.

Zendaya and George stumble out of their tent to investigate the commotion. Tom glances at them, sees the way their shirts are rumpled, and can’t breathe until a group of seven people break through the tree line and approach the fire’s circle of light. Five of the men are Tom’s. They’re manhandling two servant girls.

Servant girls. From the castle? What the hell are servant girls from the castle doing in my camp?

“Paddy, what happened?” Tom asks, his voice equal parts amused and worried. His brother’s shirt has a large red stain down the front of it along with the lower part of his face.

“We found these two spying on us,” a boy older than Tom answers. His name is something like Anthony.

“The one with y/h/c hair headbutted him,” another boy, William, explains with glee.

“Got me in the balls too,” a brunet called Tomas adds, prompting a chorus of cries from the scandalized camp girls and both laughter and slight scolding from the boys.

All the while during this conversation, the girl with the palest white-blonde hair Tom has ever seen hasn’t stopped sobbing while the other girl is ramrod-straight. Tom almost likens her to a statue.

“Z, you and your girls get the…” Tom waves a hand limply at the crying servant girl. “All sorted out.” No way she’s a spy; no spy acts like that when they’re caught. She could be acting, but she would have to be a very good actress to do that and women aren’t allowed to act nowadays anyway.

No, the girl Tom is more worried about is the stoic girl who apparently knows how to fight. He beckons for the men to bring the girl closer into the firelight so he can examine her.

The first sight of you hits Tom in the chest like a donkey kick. His men should definitely have warned him about your appearance. You have to be a faerie of some kind.

Luckily, Tom gets his wits about him before he looks like an idiot by gawking at you. When he speaks, he focuses on your ear lest he lost his train of thought by focusing his eyes on your face.

Damn, he got over Zendaya fast. Too bad his men kidnapped you and you’re probably scared out of your mind right now. That’s probably not the best way in the world to start off a courtship.

“Why were you spying on my men?” he demands. Tom can tell you’re staring directly at him.

“To see what they were doing,” you reply. There is no inflection in your voice, nor any emotion in your face. You really are a statue-girl. Tom wishes he could be as stoic as you, but his arm burns and he flinches.

“Well, what did you want from them?”

“An adventure, so thank you for delivering.”

Tom doesn’t know what to say to that. He opens his mouth and closes it, pursing his lips with slight irritation. The blonde’s cries have stopped, leaving only the fire to fill the silence with crackling. Finally he manages, “Why were you interested in my men?”

“Holland and his men have been a thorn in my queen’s side ever since you arrived in Avenge,” Statue replies. “I hoped I could persuade you to leave.”

“Your queen is a joke,” one of Tom’s men calls, eliciting jeers from the crowd of men watching.

“And how do you propose to persuade us to leave before we want to?” Tom asks, amusement curling his lips at the thought of your one-woman army persuading him to leave. Your bravery is admirable but fool hardy, and you will undoubtedly be killed by that trait.

“As the queen’s personal assistant, you can understand why she wouldn’t let me go alone—I am her closest friend and confidant,” you brag. “So I brought with me her Chief of the Mystic Arts, Sir Benedict, and Chief Dame, Lady Scarlett.”

Tom swallows. Everyone has heard of the Chiefs of the kingdom of Marvel, which was why his men had been hesitant about coming to Avenge, Marvel’s capital. It was said they could do things normal people couldn’t. Sir Benedict’s powers were especially mysterious, as disaster could seem unavoidable until he would appear, his necklace would glow, and all threats would disappear, despite no one noticing anything between those moments.

“You think two Chiefs could take down Holland’s entire group?” Haz sneers.

Your lip curls. “A group of reject bastards without a day of training? It wouldn’t even take one,” you spit.

Haz surges forward—his heritage and abandonment have always been a sore spot—but one of the boys holding you tangles his fingers in your hair and yanks your head back. Your hand flies into the air, a closed fist, and Tom recognizes a ‘hold fire’ command.

“I think you’ll find I’m quite unkillable,” you mutter to the boy with his hand in your hair. Despite your low tone, your voice carries. “You, on the other hand, are toeing the line quite dangerously.”

“Let her go!” Tom barks.

“Come on, mate, you don’t really believe she brought two Chiefs with her,” Haz snaps, eyeing you with loathing. You smirk at him.

“Do you really want to risk it?” Tom replies. “She did say she’s the Queen’s personal assistant.”

“An assistant,” Haz repeats. “She could just get another one.”

“I’ll pretend you all didn’t hear me,” you say loudly. “I am unkillable, and you are rapidly approaching the point of no return.”

“Let her go,” Tom mutters.

“What?” Haz exclaims, like he really thinks he misheard him. Like he is allowed to speak to his superior like that.

“Let her go,” Tom repeats, louder. The look you give him does something weird to his stomach but he can’t afford to call your bluff just in case you are telling the truth. Only a Marvellian privileged assistant with two Chiefs at her back would waltz into enemy territory boasting loudly about her connection to the Queen. It paints too large a target on your back.

It’s either you’re telling the truth or a complete idiot. And as Tom meets your steady gaze, shadowed by the dancing flames of their campfire, he doesn’t see an idiot. He sees someone confident, used to getting their way, overzealous and brash, abrasive and aggressive, but he doesn’t see an idiot.

William and Paddy let go of your arms, albeit reluctantly. With a simple flick of your head, you reduce them to less than lumbering bears. Tom marvels at the way his boys aren’t crushed under the weight of your disapproval.

He’s heard this is what it feels like at first, but people disagree about whether or not the feeling gets weaker or stronger over time.

He is so screwed.

“Would you like to go somewhere private?” you ask with an unreasonable expression.

This isn’t what Tom had pictured. He’d pictured saving a girl from some rogues with less morals than he. He’d pictured meeting a girl in a tavern. He’d pictured buying something from a pretty vendor’s stall.

(In most of those scenarios, he’d pictured Z as the girl he flirted with)

But he never pictured her captured by his men and brought to his camp. He never pictured her as a servant in the Marvellian palace.

And yet, for some reason, he’s not disappointed. It does explain the mysterious half-sentence branded onto his right forearm. For years he’d puzzled over that phrase. For years he’s been wondering under what circumstances someone would say that to him.

For years Tom has been waiting for the one person who will love him unconditionally.

He nods and leads the way to his own private tent. Your soft footsteps follow him and he hears you close the tent before he turns around. You’re pulling your tunic away from your collarbone.

The once-black words now shine a glimmering gold in the lantern light from where they sit on the protruding bone. The handwriting is the same, even if the color isn’t; all soulmate marks are written in the same font until one meets their soulmate. That font is the type used in newspapers. It would have changed, except Tom doesn’t know how to write. His education hadn’t lasted that long. If he learns to write, Tom wonders, will the writing change too?

In return, Tom rolls up his sleeve, exposing his forearm and shivering as goosebumps appear. Belatedly, he sees your thin tunic and pants but you don’t seem to be bothered by the chilly night air.

He’d felt the burn but barely bothered to believe it. The once black, uniform letters have changed to a deep rusty red, like drying blood. The font has changed to a neat, small cursive that somehow doesn’t seem like it would be your handwriting. Tom had pictured large, looping letters to match your loud, strong personality, but perhaps that’s what happens when you’re educated in the palace.

He loves it anyway. It’s just another sign that no, Tom’s not unlovable, and the universe cared about him enough to give him someone to love and be loved by.

“It doesn’t matter,” you then say, smoothing the tunic down so the words are hidden again. “My loyalty is to the queen and her kingdom. In this time of political uneasiness one cannot afford emotional connections.”

Tom just beams at you. He can hardly believe the most beautiful girl in the world is his soulmate. And it doesn’t matter what you’re saying right now. Tom would wait a thousand years to meet his soulmate. Waiting until she’s ready for him won’t be (too) hard. He’d certainly comforted Zendaya when she was fretting about George this past week enough to know that there are always doubts. You’ll come around. You’re Tom’s soulmate.

“So tell me before you go,” you say, leaning forward to rest elbows on knees and chin on hands. “What do the foreigners think about my queen?”

Tom looks at you with confusion. “What?”

“It’s best to know what the enemy is saying,” is your stiff reply. “Might as well take advantage of the opportunity.”

“I’ve heard a lot of things about your queen,” Tom replies, leaning back and folding his hands over his stomach. He doesn’t miss the flutter of your eyelashes as you give him a quick once over and satisfaction pulls his lips up into a smirk. “That she’s a child. Weak. Stuffy for bringing back the old traditions.”

Secretly, Tom agrees with those rumors. The new Queen is a year younger than his nineteen years of age. Sure, he’s the leader of his men, but that’s much different than being the ruler of a whole kingdom. Plus, despite how no one has seen her in public for years, she decided to bring back the old Marvellian traditions of wearing a mask and not speaking in public. At this point the kingdom has no idea what their queen looks like despite her more frequent public appearances.

You might, though. If you’re her ‘closest confidant’ and ‘friend’.

“I’ve also heard,” Tom continues, “that she is so frail she sleeps frequently during the day, though I’ve also heard lazy.” He grins, enjoying the scowl that’s creasing your forehead. “And,” he admits reluctantly, “that all Marvel rulers are connected to their kingdoms with magic, and the queen is no different.”

You nod and lean back in your chair. “You and your men are thorns in her side.”

Tom doesn’t know if you mean that figuratively or literally. And frankly, he doesn’t care. He wants to talk more about you. He’d gotten you to scowl whilst insulting the queen, which means you’re not quite the statue he’d thought of you as.

And that means you can smile, too. You can laugh—Tom realizes for the first time what he would do to hear you laugh—and, most importantly, you can love Tom.

“That brings us to the true nature of my visit,” you say with a stern look like you blame Tom for distracting you. “Leave.”

“Wait, but…” Tom sits up straight. “What about…” he touches the words on his arm reverently.

“As I said before,” you say, visibly irritated, “there is no time for that.”

Tom takes a deep breath. “I can’t concede to you. Not without all my men knowing.”

You laugh bitterly. “Oh, how the governed rule the governors. That sounds like your problem, not mine.”

“I will come back,” Tom promises.

Your lip curls. It hurts him more than it should, especially considering he’s known you for about an hour at the most. “Would you really wait if I told you to? If I told you it would be years of loneliness? If I told you we might never—”

“Yes. You’re my soulmate.”

You scowl and turn away. “Hmm.”

“Wait!” he says desperately. “Don’t you… would you like an escort? On your way back, I mean?” Would you like just a little more time together?

You let out another unamused laugh. “Who would escort me? The one whose nose I broke or the one I kicked between the legs?”

“I could—” Tom begins hopefully but you hold up a hand to silence him. He doesn’t appreciate speaking to your back.

“I already have two Chiefs watching after me,” you say shortly. “And I know perfectly well that you and your men pass through this way every year. If you refrain from… Only take from those who can afford it,” you grit out. “Tell your men no destruction. And you may stay for the rest of your visit.”

“Will you be back?” Tom and his men only pass by Marvel once a year. Seeing you, his soulmate, just once, and then leaving for a whole year sounds like hell. “Just once. Tomorrow night.”

You shake your head after a moment of contemplation. Thankfully you’re still turned away so you don’t see the clear disappointment on his face. “That will just make it harder and you know it.”

He does know it. But can you blame Tom? He just met his honest-to-god soulmate.

“Doesn’t this mean anything to you?” His voice cracks.

“I can’t expect you to understand.”

“But I want to.”

“We’re all part of something bigger,” you say quietly. “And I can’t be selfish. Not right now.”

Tom stands. “All right.”

“R-what?” You turn around, pulling your eyebrows together into a frown.

“I’ll be back and you know it,” Tom promises. He brings one finger up to your cheek and barely touches the smooth skin. It feels like fireworks and the tent is suddenly entirely too hot. “And I hope you’ll be sorted out by then.”

“You’ll be better to find another girl,” you say quietly, swallowing noticeably but not pulling away from the caress. “Some camp girl who’s always with you. A girl with a choice.”

“I don’t care about any of them,” Tom insists and you snort.

“What about the beautiful girl with the large hair? It was obvious in the way you looked at her.”

All Tom notices from that remark is that you were watching him closely too, probably studying him as he’d done to you.

“Not a one,” he insists. “And even if I was, she found her soulmate a week ago when he joined the group.” You shake your head a tiny bit, a jerk he would’ve missed if he blinked. “If you change your mind we’ll be here until Sunday.”

“Find someone else,” you repeat, backing away and bumping into the side of the tent. “I won’t—I won’t come calling again. Don’t—” your fumbling fingers finally find the flap in the tent that is its opening. “Don’t get your hopes up,” you conclude, lunging forward at Tom. For one glorious second he imagines you’re going to kiss him, but then you’re tugging his sleeve down to hide his words. “I’ll—I’m not good enough—just find someone else.” And then, cheeks blazing, you slip out of the tent.

Harrison ducks in moments later after seeing both you and the white-haired girl off. Tom greets him with his sleeve pushed up again, fingers tracing over the beautiful cursive words. “Hey, Tom—holy shit!”

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Regulus Black and the Darkest Shadows: Chapter 1

Regulus attends Lucius and Narcissa’s wedding and receives a job offer—an offer he has no choice but to accept.

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Chapter 1: A Family Affair

December 28th, 1977

“I now pronounce you man and wife.”

Regulus stood off to the side with his Mum and Dad, watching the happy couple walk down the aisle. Applause rang throughout the large, ornate ballroom. Guests raised their wands, conjuring soaring doves and floating lilies to surround the newlyweds. Regulus’s mother wiped a tear from her cheek with a handkerchief.

Following his parents dutifully, Regulus entered the reception area where—so it seemed—the entirety of the living members of the Sacred Twenty-Eight had gathered to celebrate the union of the Houses Black and Malfoy.

“Oh Druella, you must be so proud.” His mother cried as her sister-in-law approached the small family. The two older women kissed cheeks in greeting. Regulus and his father lingered, not eager to engage in any more emotional conversation about dresses or flowers or food. Regulus’s Uncle Cygnus joined them.

“Orion.” He greeted Regulus’s father with a sturdy handshake.

“Congratulations, brother,” Regulus’s father responded. “Narcissa made herself quite the match. The Malfoys will be beneficial allies.”

“Very true, dear brother, very true,” Cygnus drawled, looking pompous. Regulus wanted to gag. How could two people be so dreadfully dull? Surely, talk of marriage alliances and family purity could only be so entertaining. If Sirius were here, he’d have snuck off with Regulus to find the cake by now. Before he could stop himself, Regulus pictured his brother grinning mischievously and joking; “C’mon Reg, Old Wally’ll never know!” The image pained him.  

The day Sirius had run away and abandoned him, more than a year ago, was the last day the pair had spoken properly. Their parents had been throwing a fit after having found the boys listening to some Muggle rock music in Sirius’s room. Regulus remembered the day well. It was one of those lazy days when he and Sirius had simply enjoyed being in each other’s company. When they acted like normal brothers from a normal family, setting aside any animosity or jealousy their parents tried to create between them. It was the type of day that Regulus had cherished.

Then, in an instant, his life was forever altered. His mother burst into the room, screaming, having been home early from tea. She had called Sirius an abomination, had said he was corrupting Regulus and would bring their family to ruin. She smacked his brother across the face so hard that he had tumbled onto the bedroom floor. Regulus was frozen in horror. By the time he regained his senses, Sirius was screaming back, throwing his clothes into his school trunk. Minutes later, he was gone, leaving Regulus behind.

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“Regulus, I am so glad you came.” Narcissa embraced him, snapping him out of the painful memories. Regulus genuinely smiled for the first time that night. Of all of his extended family members, he liked Narcissa the most.

“Congratulations, Cissy. I hope you’re happy,” Regulus said. He noticed a shadow pass over her face for an instant, but it was gone before he could even be sure it had been there. Her beaming smile was back.

“It’s a great day for the family. And Lucius is…a good man,” she said. “Here, come on, let me introduce you properly. Lucius, darling,” Narcissa called, grabbing onto Regulus’s arm and guiding him through the droves of wedding guests. A tall, blonde-haired man turned around to face her. He smiled brightly as she approached. It was clear he thought the world of her. Regulus was glad, hoping that meant he’d treat his cousin right.

“Dear, this is my youngest cousin, Regulus.” Narcissa introduced the two men.

Lucius stuck out a hand in greeting. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Regulus. Your mother and father have told me you’re still in school? Slytherin, I presume?”

“Yes, Slytherin. I’m in my 6th year,” Regulus replied.

“Wonderful, wonderful,” Lucius drawled. “Well, Narcissa raves about you. Says you’re her favorite cousin. And, from what I hear, we may be working together very soon, so I’m glad to hear you’ve gotten stellar reviews.” He winked and chuckled heartily. Before Regulus could process what Malfoy had said, Lucius and Narcissa were being swept away by more wedding guests. Narcissa glanced behind her, throwing an apologetic look in Regulus’s direction as she hung off of Lucius’s arm. “Talk to you later,” she mouthed before she was swallowed up by the crowd.

“Look, darling!” Regulus was startled by a shrill voice squealing with glee, “it’s little baby Reggie!” Regulus’s oldest cousin Bellatrix dragged her husband towards him. “Well, don’t be daft, Rodolphus, say hello!” she scolded the large man beside her, slapping his arm playfully.

“Hello, Regulus,” Rodolphus said monotonously. Regulus—who had been quite certain that his cousin’s husband was only capable of speaking in one-syllable words—was surprised at the man’s talkativeness. Perhaps it was the joy of the occasion that made Rodolphus so positively chatty.

“Lovely to see you again, Rodolphus,” Regulus responded, boredly. He hoped his lack of interest in conversation would send Bellatrix on her way. Unfortunately, his coldness did not seem to deter her.

“Reggie, I’ve been talking with Goyle—you know Goyle, graduated last year—and he’s been saying that you’re quite the capable student!” Bellatrix praised him, smiling widely. Her deep brown eyes, which had always unnerved Regulus, looked like they were about to pop out of her head.

“I work hard,” Regulus said.

“Well, he also told me you hang around with some of his crew—Mulciber, Avery, Snape—but, you don’t seem to express as much interest in their…extracurricular activities as of late.” Bellatrix pouted her lips and looked disappointed. “And, I was shocked to hear about this! I mean, you want to make your Mummy and Daddy proud, don’t you? You want to be extraordinary? I know you don’t want to end up on the same path as your…old brother…oh what was his name?” she asked, pretending she had forgotten, “Sirius?”

Regulus glared.

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In the days that had followed Sirius’s flight, Regulus had been distraught, fearing for his brother’s life. He searched his brother’s room for clues about where he had gone, sending countless owls to discover his whereabouts. He barely spoke to his parents—he lived in fear of another outburst if he mentioned his disgraced older sibling. His mother had looked manic, and frankly, more terrifying than ever (which was saying a lot) when she had burned Sirius off of the family tree.

About a month into that summer, he received word from a friend of a friend that his brother was living with the Potters. However, instead of feeling glad that his brother was safe, Regulus was overcome with resentment. His older brother was supposed to be his protector. Instead, Sirius had abandoned Regulus, finding himself a new brother in James Potter. He had left Regulus to deal with their parents, with their family pressures and expectations, and hadn’t even bothered to write! To apologize! To offer to take him along. Sirius had tossed Regulus aside, first chance.

Without his brother, Regulus had no escape from the constant barrage of Pureblood ideologies with which his family aligned. Sirius’s presence had been a beacon of hope for Regulus. Sirius was braver than Regulus felt he could ever be. When Regulus was afraid to speak his mind, Sirius was there to back him up. More than that, he was Regulus’s guardian when their parents screamed and shouted. He was the champion who had defended him from bullies. He was his best friend.

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Bellatrix clicked her tongue in disappointment and shook her head. Regulus felt his parents approach him from behind. His mother’s hand rested upon his shoulder, possessively. “Bella, dear, you look marvelous, as always.” his mother doted on her niece. “Have you spoken to Regulus about the opportunity, yet?” she questioned the younger witch. Regulus curiously stared at his parents. Orion nodded his head, signaling for Bellatrix to speak.

“Not yet, Auntie Walburga,” she said sweetly, “But, I was just about to! Regulus, all of what I have been saying has had its purpose. I wanted to give you the good news, myself. The Dark Lord has heard of your potential—Rodolphus and I may have put in a good word—”

Regulus stifled the urge to crack a joke at his cousin-in-law’s expense. He hardly believed that Rodolphus was able to produce a “good word,” let alone say one to the Dark Lord on Regulus’s behalf.

“—and He wants to initiate you. Properly,” Bellatrix finished with a beaming smile. His parents grinned behind him. His mother choked back a joyful sob.

“I-I-What?” Regulus stammered. “I-what does the Dark Lord want with me? I’m not even of age yet!” Regulus had figured his family would encourage him to join the Dark Lord sooner or later. They had been priming him for Pureblood perfection ever since he could walk. But he hadn’t expected this offer to come so soon. And to be so definitive. He desperately wished that his brother was here. Sirius would have been able to call his family out, to say that Regulus could make his own decisions. However, Regulus now began to realize his reality; the people surrounding him were the only family he had. They welcomed him. They respected him. They made him feel wanted—something that Regulus had desperately craved ever since Sirius’s departure. This sense of devotion, of belonging, was the straw that broke the camel’s back. There was no sense in rebelling, as his brother had. He was the good son. The one his parents could parade in front of the rest of the world. Even as Bellatrix made her offer, Regulus could sense his parents’ pride. And their pressure. There was really no decision to be made. At least, no decision for Regulus to make.

Holding onto the thought of family, he forced a smile. He stuck out a hand for Bellatrix and Rodolphus to shake. “It would be my honor to represent the Noble House of Black at the Dark Lord’s table.”

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The Wizard and the No-Mag

Chapter 6

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“You ready? We should be leaving soon.”

It was Christmas Eve, and Fred and (Y/N) were preparing to head over to The Burrow for the family dinner; but both found themselves feeling nervous. “Just a second, I forgot where I put—”

“It’s in the draw next to the bed!”

“Found it!”

 The two ran to meet by the door, (Y/N) tossed Fred his coat as she threw her own on her shoulders. She checked the time on the clock on the wall – if they set off now they might only be a little late. “Have we got everything? I feel like I’ve forgotten something.”

Fred shook his head, “No no, we’ve got everything, and if not I’ll just pop back, okay? Don’t worry so much.” He wrapped his scarf around his neck, and an arm around her shoulders. She huffed out a breath of nerves, taking the bag from his arms. “It’s gonna be fine, they’re all gonna love you y’know? Especially Mum – I’m just a little worried they’ll scare you off.” He laughed, resting his chin on her head.

(Y/N) shook her head, “Nah, it’d take more than that to get rid of me.”

They straightened up and Fred took her hand, rubbing his thumb over it comfortingly. “So I probably should’ve mentioned this earlier…” he started as (Y/N) gave him a curious look, furrowing her brows in suspicion, “erm… how do you feel about apparating?”

“Excuse me, what--?”

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They landed not far from The Burrow, Fred (having apparated many times) only wobbled slightly, (Y/N) however, almost fell on her face, being held up by her wizard. She leant forward, with a heavy feeling in her stomach as she gagged. “Oh God… why… ugh…”

“Sorry love, I forgot how it feels the first time.” He answered as he rubbed her back until she stood straight.

As she did, (Y/N) took in her surroundings; the blankets of white over the fields, the crumpled leaves buried beneath snow and ice, and of course the amazing sight of the Weasley house; the layers of floor towering at different levels; it was magnificent.

“I-it’s not much but… y’know, it’s home.” Fred shrugged, feeling a little nervous now that they were actually here. He took a breath, and he took her hand; pulling her to his home.

That heavy weight came back to her stomach as (Y/N) stared at the door, her heart beating faster with each step. Then, before she could turn back, Fred opened the door.

Instantly, the smell of potatoes and meats and vegetables and cookies and God knows what else hit them in the face, a bold difference to the clean, cold air from outside. The bustling sound of voices and footsteps and children could be heard all around the house, lights and decorations were dotted about, a Christmas tree with an abundance of gifts to and from every family member and guest. Warm air swarmed them in a welcoming home-like feeling and the smell of hot beverages lingered on it. It was like an overload to the senses, and if (Y/N) could put the whole holiday into one picture – one moment – it would be this. Just as she was about to say something, to comment on the extravagant nature or the multiple magical objects or the faint smell of something burning, a cheerful voice interrupted her. “Fred! Oh, dear, it’s wonderful to have you back!” A short red-headed woman squealed, pulling her son down for a hug as if she hadn’t seen him in the longest time. (Y/N) stood a little behind him, watching the scene with a smirk; Fred blushing with embarrassment as his mother kissed his face, but hiding the smile that said he’d missed this just as much.

“Muuuummm…” Fred groaned, “stop it – I’m a grown man!”

“I don’t care how old you are.” Said the woman, sounding like such a typical mom. “Now tell me, where’s this girl I’ve heard so much about? You did bring her, didn’t you?” She asked, looking behind Fred’s shoulder to see the girl in question, then carelessly shoving him aside. “Oh! you must be (Y/N)! Wonderful to finally meet you, dear!” Then she pulled her into a bone crushing hug, clearly very excited.

(Y/N) tried to hug back the best she could, but with her arms trapped by her sides, it was a little difficult. “Muuum, let ‘er breathe…” She heard from beside her, just able to see Fred in the corner of her eye, covering his face.

She was released from the death grip around her a second later, getting a full view of the woman. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs Weasley.” (Y/N) said, a little shyly.

“Oh, please dear, call me Molly.” She took the girl’s hand and brought her further into the house, Fred desperately trailing after them. “I just can’t wait for you to meet everyone. Arthur!” Truth be told, (Y/N) was feeling a bit overwhelmed, but was still quite comforted that his mother was so nice. “Arthur!”

A red-headed man came into view, grinning after a moment. “Ah! Yes, hello.” He said, then patted Fred on the shoulder before he introduced himself. “Right, yes, Arthur Weasley – lovely to meet you,” he put out his hand for her to shake, which she did, but then the man seemed to lose himself in a small burst of impatience. “So! Tell me, how is the muggle world? How is America? What exactly is a croc?”

(Y/N) stuttered a little to find an answer (and trying to recover from her immediate confusion) while Fred squeezed his eyes in (figurative) pain. Oh Merlin, someone please help…

“I heard the door, are they here?” A voice came as if on cue; Fred looking up to the ceiling with wide eyes suspiciously. A bushy haired young woman turned into the room, wearing blue jeans and a classy flowing black top – looking very beautiful, (Y/N) thought. She took in the scene, and Fred’s desperate look, and knew that this was the perfect time to interrupt whatever was about to happen. “You must be (Y/N), I’m Hermione.” The brunette informed, smiling kindly as they shook hands. “Why don’t I introduce you to everyone?” She sent a look towards Fred, then lead (Y/N) away from the clearly very excited parents, telling Molly that she’d be down soon to help with the rest of the cooking. Hermione took her up the creaky wooden stairs and, once they were out of ear-shot, gave her a brief explanation. “Sorry about that, they’re just really excited to meet you – Fred’s not brought a girl over before, apparently, but he’s probably talking to them about it all now. Anyway, George sent me a letter asking for my help, since the boys are usually completely clueless when it comes to these things. Their parents are really nice, just a little too much sometimes is all, but that’s why I’m here. The backup.” She concluded with finality, rushing it all out quite quickly and giving (Y/N) the impression that she was the head-strong type of girl for sure. “Any questions?” Hermione asked as they reached the first floor, hearing voices and ruckus from behind doors all the way up. (Y/N) shook her head, feeling that everything had been covered, then Hermione lead her to the first door. “Great, I figured you’d want to meet the girls first – believe me, in a house this full of men we’ve learned to stick together.” She sent her a wink then opened the door.

It was a bedroom, quite cosy, with a couple of beds inside where these women were sat. One with beautiful silvery blonde hair pulled into a bun, who looked just a little older than them, and a red-head who seemed younger. She assumed this was Ginny, the youngest and only girl, Fred talked about her quite admirably – though he would definitely hate it if she found that out. This woman stood quickly and embraced (Y/N) in a hug – much like her mother. “Hi, I’m Ginny, I've so been looking forward to meeting you!” She beamed as she pulled away.

“(Y/N),” she replied; truth be told, she wasn’t very sure on what to say, she’d never met a boyfriend’s wizard family before. Obviously.

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After being introduced to some more of Fred’s siblings, spouses (such as a Harry Potter, who had a very smug look on his face), and some children that were also very excited to meet her and marvelled at her accent, trying to imitate it.

Soon she was lead into a living area by Ginny, Hermione having gone to help Molly as promised; there was a fireplace and sofas, with many people that she had already met sitting comfortably, and an old-fashioned radio was playing Christmas music that (Y/N) couldn’t recognise. Fred came up behind her and put a hand on her waist. “Hey,” he greeted.

“Hey.”

“How’d it go? They weren’t too much, were they?” Fred asked, still worried that someone would screw this up for him.

She shook her head and giggled. “No no, they’re great.”

“Good…” he mumbled. He looked a little on edge, (Y/N) thought, with his slightly creased brow and how he kept tapping his leg. “So,” he cleared his throat, “d’you wanna meet George? He… uh… he’s nicking some shortbread from the kitchen.”

She nodded eagerly; wanting to meet her boyfriend’s twin, his closest friend, his partner in crime. “Of course.”

Meeting his twin was… well it was pretty weird. George looked exactly like Fred, as she’d expected, but it was still strange. It was just so weird to see just how alike they were. “Hey! I’m George.” He’d said, shaking her hand and sending his brother a suspicious looking expression. “Well, (Y/N), I’ve heard so much about you. Seriously, so much. Like, a lot. It’s a miracle if I can get this one to shut up—”

“-George—”

“-Honestly, he talks about you a lot.” George said as he wrapped an arm around her and lead her away, Fred trying to chase after them and stop any embarrassing disasters. “I’ve basically already met ya’. Y’know, the only way I can get him to shut up is—”

“-George,” Fred’s face was beat red, redder than his hair, and he looked like he was about to combust. George started snickering as (Y/N) tried to contain her laughter, Fred pulled her back to him, resisting the urge to bury his face in her neck. “Anyway,” George laughed, “it’s good to meet ya’.” Finally, it seemed he’s had enough of torturing his brother. “You two are staying the night, right? Mum got our rooms all ready, the kids are all sharing a room, most of ‘em are sleepin’ on the floor. But anyway, looks like you’ll have to share.” He sent a wink and disappeared, probably to go cause some trouble elsewhere – some people just don’t change.

Fred groaned and buried his face in her hair, giving in to temptation. “Sorry ‘bout that,” He said, “he told me he’d be on his best behaviour, I just forgot to get him to specify what behaviour that was.” He pulled her back to the living room, where they squeezed onto a sofa and started to chat with others. It was nice, hot drinks where passed around with cookies and treats. Laughter filled the room along with the smell of hot chocolates melting in a pan from the kitchen. 

After an hour or so, (Y/N) felt a small tug on her sweater sleeve. She looked down to see a little boy, about four or five maybe, with fluffy brow hair. “Hi,” she said curiously as the boy stared up at her. 

“Hi…” he said, wringing his hands nervously as his hair took on a yellow-ish tinge, making (Y/N)’s eyes widen slightly. “I’m Teddy.”

“I’m (Y/N).” She replied sweetly.

“’Mione said you’re from America.” He mumbled shyly, but clearly very curious.

She nodded, “That’s right, (Y/S).”

“Whoa…” he whispered, making (Y/N) laugh quietly. “What’s it like there? I always wanted to see the… t-the Grand um… Grand Canary.” 

Cute, thought (Y/N), ruffling his hair. “How about I take you some day?” She offered, then the boy smiled widely and his hair turned blue, shocking her. “How’d you do that?” She wondered allowed.

Teddy blushed lightly. “Uncle Harry says I’m a um… a metamomo… er… met…”

“Metamorphagus,” Fred offered from beside her, obviously having been listening in.

“Yeah,” Teddy said, his hair flashing back to brown for a second, then back again. “Is it true that in America they have cheese in bottles?”

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By six o’clock everyone was sat at the dinner table, which had been extended (with magic of course) to fit both the many people and the many foods. Arthur had asked some seemingly ridiculous questions quite often, which (Y/N) tried to answer to the best of her ability. And whenever things seemed to get a little out of hand, Hermione would draw attention to something else or start a new topic of conversation; the backup, as promised. Even though they were a little much sometimes, (Y/N) really thought they were amazing. Mrs Weasley was so kind and loving, Mr Weasley was inquisitive and open-minded, Fred’s siblings were all so nice to her too, even Percy who she had been told was the grumpy one. Harry and Ron seemed to be very close, and both liked to joke around with her. Overall, this Christmas was going to be great.

So, after spending hours around the fire talking with everyone and sharing stories, (Y/N) and Fred were among the last to head up to bed. And with the house already being so full it meant that the two would be sharing Fred’s old bed, though neither of them were complaining – they were both adults after all. Crawling into the bed as quietly as possible, trying not to wake George, Fred wrapped his arms around her to fit them both in more comfortably. They stayed like that for a while, enjoying the silence. Fred drew a hand over her shoulder lightly, checking that she was still awake. “So… how was it?”

“How was what?” (Y/N) whispered, eyes still closed.

“Y’know…” he replied softly, “meeting everyone.” He’d really hoped that this would go well.

“They’re great,” she said, reaching her hand behind her to stroke his, “I love ‘em.”

Fred released a breath that he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, bringing her closer and kissing her hair. “Good.” He couldn’t see her face from this angle, but he could tell she was almost asleep. He couldn’t possibly describe how he felt. In his childhood bedroom, bundled under the covers with the woman of his dreams; sure it was a little chilly, the wind would occasionally rattle the windows, and his twin’s snoring was becoming increasingly annoying, but he’d never felt so content. And he couldn’t wait to wake up on Christmas morning just like this, and spend the holiday with all of his family. (Y/N) included. And he hoped for the same thing for the next Christmas. And the one after that. And the one after that.

“Love you, (Y/N/N).”

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welcome to reality

Summary: carol really walked into high school and inspired you with her courage without batting an eye (and somehow also managed to steal your heart)

Wc: 1196

Tw: period-typical misogyny and homophobia, bullying, mild mentions of violence

a/n: listen to nightmare by halsey while reading this pls!

Your town was pretty small so whenever anything remotely interesting happened, everybody knew within a couple of days but somehow you didn’t hear about the new girl who moved into town over the weekend until Monday. Your friend, Tiffany, had been eating lunch with you when the new girl walked into the cafeteria, her lush blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. She wore black ankle boots and a red t-shirt.

“Who’s that?” You asked as you sat down at your usual lunch table with Tiffany at your side, glancing at the new girl who looked a little confused. Tiffany’s eyes lit up as you mentioned the girl, clearly excited to spill the tea about her.

“Her name’s Carol Danvers. She just moved here this weekend. She’s different from all of us,” Tiffany mused, watching Carol hold her lunch tray as she walked between lunch tables, casually glancing at people. She didn’t seem to notice all the curious glances of the students around her and if she did, it didn’t bother her at all. Tiffany was right: Carol was different from anybody you had ever known. She had an aura of confidence that teenagers displayed and seemed to act like she knew what was going on despite being the new kid and she was walking towards your table.

“Oh no,” You mumbled as you watched Jason, the school bully who loved scaring new kids and scaring people in general, walk over to Carol, sizing her up. Carol stopped in her tracks when she saw Jason but her neutral expression didn’t falter.

“Who do you think you are, walking around this place like you own it?” Jason yelled loudly, his spit flying everywhere. Jason never controlled his volume, even during class. “You better learn your place, little lady?”

“Are you picking on me because I’m a girl or are you picking on me because I’m the new kid? Either way, you must be really insecure about yourself to feel obliged to pick on others to feel powerful,” Carol breezily commented, trying to move past Jason. Jason stood still, not allowing her to walk past him and glared daggers at her as other kids giggled at her comment.

“You think you’re so funny and cool, huh? Well, I’m about to teach you how to shut that dumb mouth of yours and welcome you to reality,” Jason snarled, his hands balling into clenched fists as he took a step closer to Carol, his face dangerously close to hers. Everybody began to avert their eyes from the scene, knowing that Jason was about to get violent again.

“What are you going to do to shut me up? Kiss me? Sorry to disappoint you but I’m not interested into guys,” Carol answered, raising an eyebrow as if to challenge Jason to answer her questions. Jason’s face turned red with rage and embarrassment and he took a swing at her head. Carol skillfully ducked, sliding under his large arm and walking on as if nothing was wrong. Jason stumbled when his fist didn’t meet her face and he turned around, pursuing Carol. You opened your mouth to warn her of Jason but Carol didn’t miss a beat as she grabbed your tin lunch box and swung it around to hit him in the side of his face.

Students yelped loudly as Jason fell backwards on his behind. A couple of his friends came by to help him up and he stumbled away, casting one last defeated look towards Carol. A couple students cheered for Carol’s bravery and Carol smiled at them. She sat down next to you, handing you back your lunch box as she apologized, “Sorry for using your lunch box. Cool design by the way. I love Star Wars!”

“I do too! I mean, you probably could tell by my lunch box,” The corners of Carol’s beautiful eyes crinkled as she smiled affectionately. You two began chatting away about Star Wars as your friends and Tiffany watched you two talk it up, a knowing smile on their faces. You two quickly became best friends after that whole debacle.

As a new girl, Carol still didn’t know her way around town so you took up the responsibility to show her around. Once she figured her way around the tiny town, you two often went biking after school and visited the family-run ice cream shop on summer days. Sometimes you two would study at the diner and mess around with the jukebox and you two loved going thrift shopping during the weekends.

Knowing Carol liked girls made you feel more comfortable about falling for her. You never admitted your crush on her but all your friends could tell you were extremely smitten by the way you always examined her facial features during class instead of studying. And soon, other people did too.

One day, you were walking down the school halls, minding your own business when out of nowhere, Jason grabbed you by your hoodie and slammed you against a locker. He stuck his face disgustingly close to yours and growled, “You don’t have your girlfriend to defend you now, huh? She’s such a gross piece of crap. All women are. Especially you queers”

“”Whoa, being homophobic and misogynist at the same time? I don’t really appreciate that, Jason,” Carol crossed her arms and Jason let go of you, something dark flickering in his eyes as he changed his target.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the little lady herself?” Jason growled menacingly, standing up straighter and puffing his chest out. Carol rolled her eyes and she walked up next to you, holding your hand comforting. She must’ve felt your nerves spark to life because she began guiding you away from Jason but Jason barked, “You queers really are scared of me?”

“No, I’m not scared of you, Jason. Why would I be? You’re all muscles and no brain. I can’t believe you believe you’re better than everybody and more specifically, how you think that men are better than women. I mean, people are all created equally and why should people be differently based on their gender. I have no reason to be afraid of you if you just mindlessly follow society’s view like an unintelligent sheep. Welcome to reality, buddy. You’re tough guy act isn’t fooling as many people as you think,” Carol chewed Jason out and her words seemed to stab him like a bunch of daggers. He flinched at her remarks but he decided that he was just going to embarrass himself more if he was going to continue to threaten you and Carol.

Carol and you walked away, hand in hand, and she didn’t really acknowledge your interlocked fingers but you knew what she meant. The day after that confrontation, you and Carol kissed for the first time and vandalized Jason’s locker by spray painting it with the colors of the gay pride flag. Everybody knew who did it but nobody called you two out. Carol managed to rise from the new girl to the woman who was going to change reality and make the world the better place and you couldn’t be luckier to have her in your life.

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you’re a bad guy 2

warnings: violence (not really), cursing, ANGST (holy FUCK i cried writing this)

ahh here she is! you’re a bad guy is my baby to say the least. writing the first part, i wasn’t sure if it would get to people, i wasn’t sure if they were going to enjoy it. but literally not even a day after i posted it i had 15+ inboxes asking me if i was writing a second! i just want to thank you guys! also probably gonna do a third part because i couldn’t fit everything i wanted into this. it’s long and it’s sad. and there’s so much more i want to do with this story so i would say probably expect another part sometime if you guys want one!

**i wasn’t completely sure about the exact timeline between the two movies (ca:cw and endgame) but ca:cw and iw were roughly two years apart according to the russos and adding the five years between iw and endgame, so roughly, its been 7 years!**

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white surrounded you on all planes.

the floor was white. the sky was white. is this what heaven looked like?

you’d just woke up. you were laying on the soft floor until your eyes jolted open, “dad?”

you stood up on week knees, blood seeped from deep cuts on your arms and thighs, “hello? is anyone here?”

surely this wasn’t heaven, no one was around. you were completely alone.

but you were dead. you remembered dying. the funny feeling in your stomach as you crumbled to nothing right in front of him. but you didn’t reach for him, “hey, nat? what- what’s going on?”

you remember watching bucky fizzle out into nothing more than ash and flakes of black. you knew it was coming, and you were ready.

you remember both him and nat turing around at the sound of your voice. you and him had been on bad terms the entire fight, you’d shot him in the arm, he thinks you did it on purpose.

you laughed thinking about it, the sound echoing across the flat planes of white. you’d definitely shot him on purpose.

he tried running to you, but you looked him dead in the face, uttering the words, “don’t touch me.”

“hey!” the word echoed in your ears and you whipped around quickly, it gave you whiplash.

peter parker was standing a few feet behind you, “y/n? what’s going on?” his voice sounded pained, he’d been crying.

little trails made by his tears cut straight through dirt caked onto his face. your heart broke at the sight of the small boy standing before you. his spidey suit now torn up with stains of dark crimson covering it.

“we’re dead, kiddo.”

his face fell, “how are all of us dead?”

you raised an eyebrow and cocked your head to the side, “all of us? you’re the only other person i’ve seen, bud.”

he said nothing as he grabbed your hand and dragged you across the planes of white. the ground seemed to slope under your feet, as if you were walking around the side of the earth. but your feet stayed flat on the ground.

sounds of shouting and crying drew your eyes up from the shimmering, white floor. standing before you were millions of people you’d never seen before. a sea of sobbing women, children, and men laid out before you.

and right at the front was none other than james buchanan barnes.

peter let go of your hand and nodded his head at you, walking towards a shaken wanda.

bucky smiled sadly when he saw you, “you too, huh?”

you stayed silent as you stared in shock. thoughts swarmed your mind, a tornado of good and evil spun wildly, round and round. until it dwindled down to one single word.

“hi.”

he laughed lightly and jutted his head lightly to the left, silently asking if you’d follow him.

bucky led you a little away from the group to where the two of you could talk without shouting, but you could still keep peter in your eyesight.

you stared blankly at the floor, deciding to sit down. you sat indian-style and bucky followed. tucking his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.

“i led you over here to apologize. for what happened a few years back.”

you laughed dryly and looked into his cloudy eyes, “i forgave you a long time ago, buck.”

bucky’s eyes lit up, all the clouds seemed to immediately move from his eyes. they shined like they did in the 40s when he went on a date with that pretty blonde girl. when he first went in for the kiss and she kissed him back. he was over the moon.

the girl he loved more than anything forgave him. but he wouldn’t tell her that part.

“what about him? he misses you, y’know.”

he watched y/n take a sharp intake of air, she picked at a piece of string on her shiny black suit before she spoke, “the difference, bucky. the difference is that you didn’t know what you were doing. he did.”

bucky stayed quiet.

“he knew he was breaking me the entire time and he didn’t care.”

“y/n, you know he cared.”

you dropped it and stared at bucky.

his beard had grown quite thick, his hair was long and some pieces stuck up in weird angles. his eyes sparkled, but she knew something was still missing.

he was dirty. blood and dirt clung to him in all places. he had scrapes and bruises all over, and, yet, he still looked ethereal.

you’d been staring at him for a while and he just stared back, neither of you realized what you’d been doing until he was leaning in.

he was leaning in, and in, and in.

you leaned in too.

his hand rested on yours that was sitting on the soft ground next to your leg, his fingers tickled the skin on the top of your hand, and for the first time in what felt like years, you laughed.

a genuine laugh, not a hard chuckle, or a laugh-so-hard-you-can’t-breathe-laugh, but a soft giggle.

and it was enough for bucky to place his medal hand behind your neck and pull you into him.

your lips slotted together and you tangled one hand into his slightly greasy hair, the other held his flesh hand tight in yours.

you couldn’t tell if this was a rebound kiss, or a pity kiss. but you liked it. and you didn’t want it to stop.

bucky’s hand traveled down your neck to your waist and he pulled your body to face his, no longer sitting side by side. you untangled your hand from his and placed both hands behind his neck, interlocking all your fingers to keep him where you want him.

you stood on your knees and leaned your face down, mashing hard against his. bucky growled in the back of his throat and squeezed your hips, pressing his lips equally hard into yours.

his hands started trailing downwards when you heard shouting, screaming.

you broke apart and stood up quickly, bucky looked starstruck and you looked bewildered. the two of you stared at eachother until peter caught your attention, “guys! we have to go!”

you saw holes burn their way into your mini paradise and for a moment you wished you didn’t have to go. you wanted to stay.

as the holes turned fiery and burned bright orange, your suit began to repair itself. your cuts faded and your heart began racing with adrenaline.

bucky watched in awe as the skin surrounding the deep cut on his arm crawled back together. the skin was left an angry red, but it was healed. his suit sewed back up and he felt good.

more and more holes opened right before your eyes. the larger the burning holes became, the louder the outside was.

your ears were immediately filled with the sound of screaming and fighting. metal clanging onto metal, bombs went off, avengers were flying left and right, and you were shocked.

large groups of avengers piled out of the enlarging holes, screaming in anguish to avenge the already fallen.

you’d lost bucky by then, but peter stayed close to you. fire seeped from your palms and your surroundings became windy, you blew off a few of thanos minions before you were in a gigantic group of your closest family and friends.

he was front and center.

blood dripped from his nose and lip, his face was caked in dirt and blood. yet somehow, he still managed to look good.

and you’d just kissed his best friend.

you worked your way to the front, standing beside bucky, who was next to him.

you heard doctor strange and wong to your left, “is that everyone?”

“what? you wanted more?”

and then you heard him, steve. he held his hand out and mjolnir came flying straight into the palm of his hand. you remembered the time back at the tower when he’d laughed about not being worthy. but you always had a hunch.

“avengers... assemble.”

all hell broke loose. avengers were flying left and right trying their hardest to take down thanos and his hordes.

clint was running on your left as you heard him talking on the comms, “cap, what’d’you want me to do with this damn thing?”

steve spoke up, stopping slightly beside you, nodding his head at you, “get those stones as far away as possible!”

it was your turn to speak up, “no! we need them to get them back where they came from!”

“no way to get them back, my beloved daughter that i missed oh-so-much, thanos destroyed the quantum tunnel.” your dad spoke up on the comms and you smiled ear to ear, “i missed you too daddio.”

you drowned out the rest of the conversation and focused on the hordes of space-aliens coming towards you, you burnt them, blew them away, crushed them with tree roots, and washed them away with water. but every time one was dead, another came straight at you.

you were getting tired before the man himself showed up. no, not thanos. worse.

steve showed up behind you and helped fight off the baddies getting too close to you, “it’s good to see you.” he shouted in between dodge and attack with his current opponent.

you nodded your head at him and continued to blow back the impending enemies.

you fought back to back with steve, then helped wanda hold back thanos. then got the gauntlet from peter, then gave the gauntlet to captain marvel.

and then you heard thanos speak behind you, “i am... inevitable.”

avengers fell to their knees in agony, you turned around and ran to them all as fast as you could, bucky not far behind you.

you saw your dad, standing in front of thanos. he was raising his hand up to his face. he looked straight at you as he spoke, “and ... i am ... iron man.”

he snapped. his hand held all of the stones.

“daddy, no!”

you’d been blown back by the snap, your eyes were closed and you were so scared to open them.

you felt bucky bump you with his foot and your eyes shot open, “daddy, oh no, daddy no. please no.”

you crawled to where your dad lay, almost lifeless, on the harsh rock.

“oh no, here-here lay on this.” you slipped the top part of your suit off, now just in your sports bra. you bunched up the material and softly lifted your dads head up and placed the top behind his head. placing his head gingerly down onto the shirt, you wept into his chest.

“it should’ve been me, daddy. please don’t die on me, please. i need you more than anything, you’re my best friend and i can’t do this without you. please, daddy. i can’t lose you. not like this.”

he inched his hand downwards and rested it over yours. you cried harder, pressing a soft kiss onto his forehead.

pepper kneeled next to you and placed a hand on your back, the other one resting on tony’s shoulder.

softly, you pressed your forehead into his and cried, “i love you so much, daddy. you’re my best friend and i will always look up to you. you’re my everything.”

you leaned down and curled up next to your dad, softly laying your head on his chest and keeping his hand in yours, he breathed out slowly, “i... love... you...3-“

“i love you more. i love you 5000. you can rest now, daddy. it’s okay, i’m right here.” you sobbed as you watched his arc reactor power down, pepper rubbing your back and hiccuping lightly.

you screamed as loud as you could when he’d finally let go, his hand slipping off the top of yours, “fuck! god! fuck, why! why not me? why did you take him? i cant live without him!”

both steve and bucky moved forward towards you, arms reaching for you. steve looked at bucky like he had two heads, “what’re you doing?”

bucky said nothing. he just looked at steve and then hung his head real low.

and in that moment, steve knew what bucky had done.

and when bucky looked back up he knew that steve wasn’t just crying about his lost friend, but now the love he’d lost to his best friend, to him.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #tony stark #tony stark x daughter!reader #avengers #avengers x reader #marvel #marvels the avengers #thanos #endgame #stucky x reader

[whetstonefires]

Hey so random ask but, I see a lot of people calling Tim drake sexist, I personally don't think he is but what are your thoughts on that.

Oof. Okay.

Technically I can’t just say he’s not, because as the product of a sexist society he, like any other dude and to a lesser extent any person, has got some passive sexist attitudes baked in there.

It tends to surface in things like, when he went on that first big solo adventure when the Robin comic launched, that started in Paris? And he wound up hunting King Snake with Lady Shiva and this one rogue federal agent, a black man, and he got very decisive. Shiva says something cutting about white men, and she has a point, in that if either of his adult companions of the moment were also white men Tim would probably have been somewhat more conscious of the fact that he was thirteen.

That unconscious prioritization that DC’s sexist narrative tends to favor? That is sexism, and also racism, and it’s valuable to draw attention to it, though not, I feel, to blame it all on Tim because quite often he hasn’t actually done anything, the universe around him has just colluded to make him look good.

(Of course this doesn’t happen much anymore, but back when he was the Main Character it did. Comics is a sexist community in a sexist culture, so of course Tim got some of that muck on him.)

But most of the accusations you see going around are about tearing him down on Steph’s behalf, and that’s...murkier.

Because honestly Tim is less sexist than most of the men in his profession. Significantly less so than Bruce or Dick. I literally cannot imagine Tim talking about a loved one the way Dick used to talk about Kori, or a new acquaintance the way Dick did a lot of the one-episode women from his ‘90s Nightwing solo series. He wasn’t bad to them exactly, he was honestly very normal and probably above average, but the incredible, controlling arrogance and casual sexualization is still hard to get through, sometimes. Almost more so for how much more it comes out when he’s talking behind their backs. And Bruce...well, Bruce and gender is an entire deal I’m not going to try to unpack here.

And I cannot see Tim ever using ‘girl’ as an insult, the way Damian does.

Tim’s interactions with the ladies on Young Justice, for example, tended to be a lot less emphatically gendered than Dick’s interactions with the ladies of the Teen Titans, or even Bruce’s in the Justice League, though there are fewer women there and less casual interaction.

And to a considerable extent this was because the passage of ten years had modernized writing norms, and to a considerable extent this was because his demographic was younger than the Titans and therefore less sexualization was expected of the writers. Young Justice built on some stuff Marvel had been doing with young teams and broke some ground that Marvel has built on even further lately. (Seriously what is with Marvel’s young team books lately they’re incredible.) But there was also that Tim as an individual cares less about gender than most of his family.

(In some ways Jason may care even less, but he also leans really hard into performative masculinity and thought flirting was a reasonable way to interact with older women as a teenager, and he’s been being written by Scott Lobdell for ten years even if I have a hard time thinking of that as canon, so his data is mixed.)

Or take the case of this young freedom fighter (/terrorist) who happens to wear Robin colors, who Tim meets at one point in Europe. Dava. The story creates situations where Tim gets a weird mind-altering stimulant transferred orally to him by Dava, and then from him to Shiva when he’s giving her CPR, and Tim rather notably doesn’t have a single narration box or speech bubble that treats these as ‘kisses’ that he has somehow benefited from obtaining.

Later he crawl-drags Dava’s knocked-out-by-Shiva body out of the middle of the bloodbath Shiva is now staging, because he’s in no state to do anything to stop it, which he hates, and while this is certainly the comic arranging things to put Dava in a damsel status relative to Tim, Tim does not at any point frame it that way.

He is really good about not disrespecting Dava, honestly. It’s an interesting storyline partly for that reason, though it’s not the only time it comes up.

Tim was constantly meeting Troubled Young Women who could kick his ass and whom he respected considerably in most senses, but whom he was able to convince that their particular approach to violence was somehow flawed and needed to be re-thought. Thereby allowing there to be Strong Female Characters but keep the balance of the world in order and not worry the readership, by placing the male lead in a subtle power position even if he had gotten his ass kicked.

It was like. An entire genre. Tied to the way Shiva kept popping in as Incredibly Terrifying Supporting Cast.

This was a major way DC was using female characters in and immediately after the 90s and tbh in some ways it was more progressive than what they tend to do now, even as certain parts of the framing set my teeth on edge.

(Compare ‘Tim on drugs manages to hit Shiva hard enough to take her down because she didn’t expect lethal force from him so he has to do CPR’ to the more recent Red Robin story where we spend a couple of pages with him laying out to her face how she came to town to fulfill a contract on him but he brilliantly out-thought her and she ate the drugged chocolates he sent her so He Wins. Bleh.)

Steph stands out for hanging around instead of being a one-off appearance, and for not really rethinking her life in response to Tim much at all, while also not being a villain.

The crux of the issue is, Tim slid into talking down to Steph on a semi-regular basis, especially when trying to get her to stop vigilante-ing, which he’s getting backlash for some twenty-odd years later, mostly by people blaming him for her narrative deprioritization because it’s more satisfying than blaming DC.

And a major form this takes is declaring him generally sexist.

And the thing is, I’m sure his unconscious view of himself as more competent to make judgment calls because Main Character Demographic did play into the way he approached those conversations! I have never met a dude with any self-confidence whatsoever for whom that wasn’t a factor. Sexism, like racism, is the air we breathe, you have to actively extricate yourself from it and even then it will crop up at odd moments.

Classism played into it, too--especially once he knew she was a C-list villain’s daughter; there was that sense that often crops up in Batman properties that not only does greater access to resources make it safer and less self-destructive for the moneyed class to go vigilante-ing, noblesse oblige means it’s also somehow more just. The old ‘the outsider has a more objective approach’ canard. This was even more subtextual than the gender stuff, but I’m sure it was there.

Intellectual elitism is sort of a subset of both that and gender issues--Tim knows he’s smart, it’s the core of his pride, and Steph is not as smart in the same ways and has not had the same educational opportunites, and there are definitely moments of high-handedness tied to this.

And then there was the territorial aspect; it was official Bat policy to discourage all other Gotham vigilantes, usually in a much more absolute and commanding way than Tim ever tried, not to take them in and train them.

That might have been an option for Bruce if he’d wanted to, but it wasn’t really on the table for Tim unless he wanted to stage an intense campaign to totally disrupt his own life in order to bring this person who introduced herself by hitting him in the face with a brick after he mistook her for a villain into private Bat training and spaces. They’d known each other for a while and been having this argument in various forms most of that time, before they ever dated.

Please also remember that the last time Tim wanted to take a troubled blond under his and Bruce’s wings and show them the ropes and make sure they could do this safely as part of a personal healing process that would help everyone, that person took less than a week after starting to show signs of instability to have a complete psychotic break, beat him into the ground, build a brick wall in the Batcave to keep him out, lock down the computers, and start killing criminals with the knife-hands he added to the Batsuit, while failing to prioritize civilian safety.

This was not that long before Steph’s debut. If I were Tim I would not trust myself to sponsor further new team members either!

All of these things besides the Azrael trauma are directly from Bruce, who is often way more emphatic and more of an ass about them. Robin was mirroring Batman (consider the way he talks to Selina sometimes egad, sometimes it only doesn’t look awful because she’s playing along) and following Bat-policy; it is totally nonsensical to hold Tim accountable for this and not Bruce.

It’s also important to note that Tim wasn’t significantly less condescending to Anarky or the General, who were white guys around his age with roughly his class background whom he was trying to talk out of villainy, and honestly Lonnie’s motives were baller. (The original Anarky was a hacktivist based on a design somebody drew up for the third Robin, but Tim got made instead.) Tim’s entire character design back to his first appearance holds that when he’s trying to talk someone into something he tends to fall into a lecturing approach.

This can be very annoying! The first time he did it to Nightwing he got grabbed and shaken and snarled at. And of course it’s worse when he’s talking down a demographic slope, rather than up one.

I am very aware of how fucking annoying it is when guys do this, even if it is their normal mode of interaction. I have come very near to punching faces over it, when it’s really bad.

Tim doesn’t usually approach that line, but the problem is his writers didn’t seem to know the line was there, so if you’re reading some of his interactions with Steph from the perspective of having that chip on your shoulder already, especially if you’re not immersed in the narrative’s assumption that he is The Main Character, especially now that language norms have shifted slightly so wording that was considered neutral in the 90s is now obnoxious, it can ironically make a deeper impression than the much more blatant and decided sexism going on all around him.

So that’s my take on the situation. Tim has some mild passive gender prejudice which he has never taken enough notice of to seriously compensate for, made more visible by being in a deeply sexist world and by being kind of an annoying person sometimes, and this has been blown wildly out of proportion by people who feel that he and Steph are in competition to be The One Who Was Not An Asshole in that relationship.

This is not a winnable competition. They were both assholes sometimes, and even if you could prove Tim was a terrible boyfriend/person it wouldn’t validate all of Steph’s behavior--she was often forced to behave very badly or stupidly, because back then one of her major narrative functions was as a stick for the writers to hit Tim with.

And the thing is. If you’re going to exculpate Steph of awful behavior because it was ‘just’ the writers being sexist, let alone let Dick off the hook on similar grounds, I think it’s really unfair and messed up to then turn around and hold Tim-the-individual accountable for sexism that mostly wasn’t even situated in him so much as baked into the narrative, though to his benefit.

Like. When sexism (or other -ism) benefits people in real life it can be useful to draw their attention to their systemic advantages if they seem not to get it, but drawing Tim’s attention to his narrative prioritization would be extraordinarily meta (lol somebody write that fic). And in neither situation is it productive or fair (though I do know it is so so tempting) to treat the very existence of someone’s privilege as an offense they have personally committed.

They literally cannot help that. That’s how systemic works.

#tim drake #sexism #comics #robin #batfam #ask #i have spent a ridiculous amount of time on this ask yikes #posting as-is without further revision #hoc est meum #calypsosposts