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Cinderella | Part 19

Prompt: Fairy tale AU

Summary: When your father marries another woman, she brings not only two evil stepsisters into the house, but turns you into a maid. Working hard day for day your only hope is the princes ball, where he will pick his future wife. But will you be able to flee from the claws of your family?

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: cheesy, the reader being a lil complicated at first 

Pairing: Steve x reader

A/N: This is for @ruckystarnes writing challenge.

Okay so I am literally the worst person, because I can’t manage to update this story frequently :/ I am super busy with school atm, so I don’t have any free time left for writing, which is still no excuse! Sorry!!

Other than that I can just say that I love writing this story, because I sit down and somehow it just flows. 

I hope you like the chapter and I think there will only be one left, which probs might be a little bit longer than the rest :) This story is coming to an end and I don’t want to stretch it unnecessarily. Also 20 is a nice number to end it at I think :,D

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“You have no idea for how long I wanted to do that”, Steve confessed and your eyes widened as a huge smile plastered itself on your face.

But then you reminded yourself of his rank again. “Steve”, you whispered, who smiled when you called him by his name instead of a title.

“I can’t do this.”

The man in front of you frowned while you took a step back to put a little space between the two of you. “What do you mean?”, he mumbled, clearly confused by your words.

“I am sorry. I really like you, but I can’t do this.” Your heart squeezed tight in your chest while you watched his confusion change into hope.

The exact opposite of what you had wanted to achieve.

“You like me?”, Steve breathed and his lips curled up into a soft smile. One that made your heart hurt even more. All you wanted to do was kiss him again.

You were longing for his touch- it made all the pain from the past days go away, but if you let this happen, you would hurt yourself even more.

And you weren’t sure how much pain you could still bear.

“That’s not the point!”, you called out, desperation taking over. You didn’t want to have to explain this even more. It made everything so much more difficult. Couldn’t he just understand?

“Then what’s the point? You like me, what else should matter?”, Steve huffed, throwing his hands into the air in frustration.

You flinched away from him, a reaction you hadn’t been able to hold back and now made you feel embarrassed and guilty.

Steve immediately let his hands fall to his side again. “I don’t mean to scare you”, he mumbled and you sighed. “I know.”

“I would never hurt you.” His eyes were watching you with an intensity that made you shift uncomfortably.

“I know.”

“Then what is holding you back?”, he whispered and you gazed to the ground.

“All of this. Steve, you’re going to have to pick a wife at the end of the ball. You can’t expect me to give you all of me and then throw me away at the end like someone’s garbage. I am done letting people treat me that way!”

Your voice was mirroring all the anger that had build up in you, but you knew that letting it out on Steve wasn’t right. You couldn’t blame him for anything, except maybe making you fall for him.

You looked up to meet his stern eyes. “Who do you think I will pick?”, he questioned and you groaned.

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

“You.”

He answered without hesitation and you flinched in surprise. It had taken three letters to completely catch you off-guard. You had expected everything, but not this.

Your heart was beating so fast you felt like it would explode in your chest and your mind was overwhelming you with questions.

“You don’t mean that”, was all you brought out.

“Yes I do! (Y/n), I want to pick you as my wife!”

You gasped, as if your mind was only registering the impact of his words now.

“You barely know me”, you pointed out and he sighed, but with a small smile on his lips.

You really wondered how he could keep being positive about all of this. 

“Look, I might not know you that much, but the evenings that we spend together were easily one of the best in my life. I just feel like we click and that you understand me like no one else does.”

You listened to him in awe, but your mind was still conflicted. You had never considered yourself to be a princess, where you even able to fulfill that honor?

But at the same time you felt a spark of hope. You knew Steve as a level-headed person. He wouldn’t say this, if he hadn’t really thought this through.

“I am more than eager to learn more about you (y/n).” The way your name left his lips made your heart melt and blushed a little.

“What would that mean for me? I am sure being a princess means more than just smiling and waving to the crowds.”

Steve nodded his face serious again, now when you were talking about business.

“As the future king I still have to learn a lot about this country and how I can lead it for everyone to have a good life. You would have to support me and help me make decisions that are for everyone’s best. 

I don’t need you to just agree with me and look good for the nation, as my father thinks. No, I need you to disagree with me and show me what I might not see.

We grew up in different worlds and I am hoping that I can learn from you.”

You nodded a little absent while listening to him. Your mind was filled with doubts. Where you able to live up to his high expectations?

“But most importantly, I need you to love me, no matter what.”

Steve watched you with curious eyes. Wondering if his last demand would scare you away.

But you simply nodded. This was the only thing that didn’t frighten you. Loving Steve was something that seemed impossible not to do. Something, you could fulfill without any doubts.

“And you’re sure I’m the right person for this?”, you asked, letting your insecurities come to the surface.

“Absolutely! If one can do it, then it’s you.”

And that was all it took to convince you. Perhaps you were naive to give in just yet, to believe that this could work, but Steve did and you trusted him.

You smiled and Steve took your hands into his. “Is that a yes?”, he asked hopeful and you chuckled, nodding with a big grin.

“Yes! This is a yes!”

He broke into relieved laughter before leaning in again and capturing your lips into a kiss.

This one wasn’t as innocent anymore, but still gentle and warm. You laughed in joy against Steve’s lips, realizing that from now on you wouldn’t have to be separated from him anymore, and you felt this lips turn into a smile.

He broke away from you, but remained close, your hands still locked behind his head.

“I need you to promise me something too”, you whispered and Steve knitted his brows, but nodded.

“I need you to love me too. No matter what.”

Your voice was steady while speaking your request, but on the inside you felt anxious of his answer.

Steve liked you, there was no denying that, but could he love you?

He chuckled and studied your face before leaning in to whisper something into your ear.

“Darling, as if I could help myself!”

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LOVE AT FIRST TASTE

SUMMARY: AU where you can taste whatever your soulmate tastes. (Soulbound/soulmate)

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WARNINGS: None.

Dedicated to the lovely @ruckystarnes​ thank you for giving me the opportunity to enter your writing contest, I hope you like it! :)

It is known by little to none, that Bucky suffered from impaired taste. This meant that he could barely taste the food he ate. This shocked the whole tower one day when Bucky ran through the tower yelling at the top of his lungs that he could taste jam on his lips, specifically blueberry jam and boy did it bring back a lot of memories.

“Blueberries…” Bucky whispered, touching his lips gingerly and sighing.

“What mumbo, jumbo are you ranting on about Winter?” Tony spoke up as the team assembled in the lounge room, all giving Bucky incredulous looks apart from Wanda and Natasha who were giggling knowingly.

Shakily trying to push back the horrid memories of his time in Hydra, Bucky licked his lips accidentally, the taste of blueberries calming his rapid heartbeat as he spoke “As you all know, Hydra did experiments on me day and night for the 50 years I was under their control. Meaning, the chemicals they forced down my throat basically killed my taste buds. I could barely taste anything, until this morning. A sudden sensation came over me and I could taste blueberries on my lips like I was eating them, but I had just woken up…”

“It’s your soulmate.” Wanda spoke, her thick Sokovian accent snapping Bucky from his thoughts. “What?” He replied, a subtle eye roll as he thought of the mere reality of her theory being true.

“It’s simple.” Natasha spoke up this time, her signature smirk forming on her face as she explained to the confused man “Whatever you’re tasting. It’s what your soulmate is tasting.” Bucky let out a bitter chuckle, his tongue subconsciously moving back to his lips. “So you’re telling me. That every morning when I have my coffee at exactly 8am. My soulmate can taste that?” “Exactly.” 

Letting out a huff, Bucky began to walk down the hall towards the elevator with Steve trailing behind him. “Buck…” Steve spoke sympathetically, putting a hand on the man’s shoulder comfortingly as they stood in front of the elevator. “I’m okay Steve, just gonna go for a run and get a coffee, i’m behind schedule”

With a ding, the elevator doors opened and Y/N walked out, looking as classy as always, she wore a simple black pencil skirt paired with a white button up shirt and black stilettos. Her hair was pulled into a sleek bun and her arms filled with papers.

“Good morning, Mr. Rogers. Mr. Barnes.” she flashed her award winning smile as she stepped out of the elevator. “Bucky.” The man spoke up, a small smile forming on his face as he admired the woman. “You can call me Bucky.” Y/N smiled gratefully at Bucky.

“Where are you off to?” she spoke up, trying to make polite conversation. “Going for a jog. Let off some steam.”

Nodding her head, Y/N shifted the papers in her arms as they became heavier by the minute. Noticing this and wanting to give the two some time alone, Steve butted in. “Here let me help you.” Bundling the files into his arms, he nodded at the two “I’ll go and hand them out to the team.”

Without his eyes leaving Y/N face, Bucky said goodbye to Steve and continued to stare at the woman, taking in every perfection and imperfection before his eyes wondered to her lips. How he wondered what they tasted like.

“I better get going. Enjoy your jog, Bucky.” Y/n smiled brightly before following after Steve. Grinning bashfully, Bucky sighed happily as the elevator doors opened and walked in.

“Hey guys.” Y/N spoke cheerfully as she reached the team, moving around the room she greeted each Avenger. “What’s that smell?” Clint spoke up as she pulled him in for a hug. Confused expressions formed on the faces of heroes as all eyes moved to Y/N. Moving close to her face, he inhaled deeply before questioning “Blueberries?”

“O-oh. Yes. My new lipgloss is blueberry flavoured.”

Instantly groans could be heard throughout the room. Y/N scanned the room, surveying the team’s odd response to the discovery of her new lipgloss. Tony handed Thor $50. Clint was smirking at her. Bruce was softly laughing. Wanda and Natasha were smiling at Y/N like proud mothers. Vision was looking confused and Steve was gobsmacked.

“Is everything okay?” Y/N asked wearily, becoming increasingly self conscious. Looking over at Wanda she waited for her friend to fill her in, but before Wanda could open her mouth Steve had given the witch a disapproving look.

“Let them figure it out themselves.”

“Figure what out?” The Y/N asked once more trying to piece together the reason behind the team’s odd behaviour. “Don’t make me ask J.A.R.V.I.S.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little mind.” Tony spoke up with a grin, before telling J.A.R.V.I.S. to ‘keep his computer mouth shut’. Groaning in frustration Y/N licked her lips, a habit she picked up recently, but scrunched her face as she could taste the odd combination of coffee and cinnamon.

Sensing her discomfort, Steve casted a worried glance in her direction. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” Shaking her head in reassurance, Y/N smiled. “Just have a weird taste in my mouth. Coffee and cinnamon…”

Eyes wide, the whole team glanced at one another. Tony let out an obnoxious laugh before he changed the subject to the files Y/N had brought. What on earth was going on?

Later that night…

“Hey…” Bucky spoke wearily, walking up behind Y/N who was applying some lipgloss to her lips in the reflection on the toaster in the tower’s kitchen. Suddenly, the scent of blueberries overcame Bucky’s senses. Jumping from fright, Y/N dropped her lipgloss on the ground. Crouching down, Bucky quickly picked it up. Lifting it closer to smell it, his eyes widened. “Blueberries…”

“Why does everyone keep going on about my lipgloss?” Y/N laughed before taking it from Bucky’s hand and putting the lid back on it. Eyes wide, Bucky turned his back towards the woman and began to make himself a coffee. “Where are you off to, doll?” He cleared his voice, tapping his metal fingers anxiously against the cool counter. “I’ve got a date! Stark had me work overtime, so I had to get ready here.” Bucky’s body physically tense when he heard that. His blood began to boil at the thought of her with another man. Quickly grabbing a napkin from the counter, Bucky grabbed a pen and scribbled his number on it. Taking a deep breath he turned around and handed it to her.

“Steve insisted that I get a phone, if you need anything. I’m just a call away.” Awestruck, the woman stood there staring at the Bucky. A faint smile formed on her lips as she neatly tucked the napkin into her purse. “Thank you, Bucky.” Gently, Y/N took Bucky’s left hand in her own, the cool metal was refreshing against her warm, clammy hands. Bucky looked down at their clasped hands and then back up to her face, his face flushing as he could almost feel the warmth of her hand in his.

Clearing his voice, he let go of her hand as the coffee machine beeped signalling that his coffee was ready, turning around he poured the coffee into a mug and added cinnamon to the top. “Well… I guess I should get going…” with one last smile, Y/N spun on her heel and rushed into the elevator, pressing her back against the wall, she took a deep breath.

“Miss Y/N, are you alright?” The robotic voice of J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke, causing the woman to move off the wall and stand straight. “Just dandy…”

“Do you have a reservation?” The waiter spoke as Y/N walked into the restaurant. “Yeah, It should be under the name Tom” Y/N watched as the worker’s face dropped.

“Oh- um right this way” Y/N followed the waiter to the table, Y/N’s face dropped as she noticed that Tom wasn’t alone. Sitting in Y/N’s chair was a pretty red-head. “Thank you” Y/N nodded at the man before directing her attention to Tom.

“Hi Tom, remember me” The Y/H/C chuckled bitterly.

“Oh…hi…” Tom spoke, not looking at Y/N as he talked. “I ordered you a root beer” he gestured to the tall glass on the table. Looking down at the glass, Y/N then looked back at Tom “For me? Thank you!“ picking up up the glass, she took a small sip from the glass before pouring it all over Tom and the mystery girl.

“Really, Y/N. You always pick the jerks.” she muttered to herself as she stormed out of the restaurant. Putting her hand in her purse, she rummaged through trying to find her phone. Finding it, she pulled it out along with the neatly folded napkin which fell to the floor. Picking it up, she stared at it sadly before using it to wipe away the tears that had fallen down her cheeks. Furrowing her eyebrows, she lifted the napkin to her nose and took a quick sniff of the napkin. Coffee and cinnamon. Eyes widening, she quickly pulled her keys out of her bag and sped back to the tower.

“STEVE!” Bucky yelled, running into the gym and pulling the earphones out of his best friend’s ears. Stunned, Steve wiped the sweat from his forehead and grabbed his bottle of water. “What’s wrong, Buck?”

“Her lipgloss. It’s blueberry flavoured.” Bucky began to laugh as he repeated his sentence. Grabbing Steve by the shoulders he grinned “It’s her. Y/N’s lipgloss is blueberry flavoured.” His smile faded as the taste of root bear flooded his tastebuds. “What’s wrong, Buck?” Steve spoke, concern evident on his face. “I can taste root beer. Y/N hates root beer.”

Without warning, Bucky sprinted out the room towards the elevator. Furiously pressing the button he tapped his foot impatiently waiting for the doors to open. As the elevator doors opened, he quickly jumped in and hit the ground level. His heart beating a million miles a second as he watched the number of floors pass. Finally, he had reached the bottom floor.

As the doors opened, he quickly ran out, only moving three steps before he looked up. Eyes locking with Y/N’s as she stood at the other side of the room. The two stood still for a few moments before the woman dropped her bag on the floor and sprinted over to Bucky. Sweeping her up into a tight embrace, Bucky sighed in relief. 

“You…” Y/N whispered as she laid her head on his chest, the aroma of coffee and cinnamon filling her senses. Bucky smiled adoringly at the woman. Gently, he tilted her chin up and kissed her. The taste was something indescribable. It was perfect. If you could put a taste to bliss, this would be it.

“So how exactly did this happen? Y/N spoke, giggling into Bucky’s chest. “Are we cursed or something?”

Shaking his head, he let out a low chuckle and bit his lip “Not exactly… You see… what if I were to tell you we were soulmates?” 

Nodding her head, Y/N smiled brightly at the man before bringing him in for another kiss. “I’d say… how about you take me out on a date first.” Smiling brighter than he has for a long time, Bucky pecked her lips before answering. 

“Anything for you, doll.”

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First off, I wanna thank everyone who participated in my 500 followers challenge. Here’s a list of the stories that were submitted (or at least got notification on). If your’s is missing, just let me know.

Smut will be marked with ***

All that Glitters*** by @moonbeambucky

Bad Dates*** by @4theluvofall

Caught***  by @the-observant-fangirl

Cinderella (Series) by @americaswritings

Every Dirty Detail*** by @a-splash-of-stucky

The Hardest Goodbye by @e-g-b-o-k

The High Seas (Series) by @caramell0w

Love at First Taste by @ilokiodinson

Love Conquers All by @lostinthoughtsandfeelings

The Night is Young by @september-stardust

Who’s Ed? by @sheerioasteroidpanda

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😅😂😂😂😂 brilliant spy that Natasha

All that Glitters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2271 Warnings: fluff, smut

Summary: Natasha found a sneaky way to get you to reveal your secret relationship

A/N: This is my submission for @ruckystarnes  500 follower celebration challenge. My prompt was “Do you ever think we should stop doing this?” gif not mine

The sound of your phone dinging pulled you out of the haze you had fallen into while washing the dishes. Your lips curved up into a devilish smile recognizing the special tone you set for notifications received through an encrypted app. Drying your hands on a towel you swiped to retrieve the message before it would disappear forever. Utility closet 1 hour.

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Cinderella | Part 17

Prompt: Fairy tale AU

Summary: When your father marries another woman, she brings not only two evil stepsisters into the house, but turns you into a maid. Working hard day for day your only hope is the princes ball, where he will pick his future wife. But will you be able to flee from the claws of your family?

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: nothing I can think of rn

Pairing: Steve x reader

A/N: This is for @ruckystarnes writing challenge.

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You started to kick against the wood again when you heared footsteps coming closer.

They got louder and louder, until they came to a hold right before the door. You didn’t know who to expect, so you crawled to the back of the room.

With a loud squeak the door slowly opened. Dazzled by the daylight you closed your eyes and blinked a few times.

“Oh my god”, you heared a familiar voice whisper and you opened your eyes, spotting your best friend in front of you.

The light was surrounding her and in this moment, she looked like an angel, here to save you.

You cried out in relief, but Wanda semmed to believe that it was from pain, so she immediately began opening the chains.

First she freeded your legs, then your hands and finally removed the wet cloth from your mouth.

It felt like heaven to be able to breath the fresh air again, feeling it fill up your lungs.

The pressure of the chains had left red marks on your ankles and wrists, but in this moment all you cared about was that you were free and Wandas was here for you.

She still starred at you with wide eyes, but you pulled her into a bone-crashing hug.

Carefully she wrapped her arms around your shoulders and it took all your effort  not to break into tears.

“I am so happy that you’re here”, you mumbled and you could hear her chuckling.

You let go of her and she helped you get out of the dovecote.

“And I am so glad we found you”, Wanda stated and gazed your body up and down searching for any severe injuries..

“We?”

In this moment Pietro appeared from the other side of the garden. He gave you a relieved smile and you reciprocated it.

“And what about my stepmother?”, you questioned, but Wanda already guided you back to the house, her arm on your shoulder so she could push you forward.

“That’s a long story! First we have to get you in shape so you can go to the ball.”

"The ball?”

Your heart fluttered in excitement and you couldn’t hide your big smile.

You would see Steve again.

-

Natasha and Clint were guiding the family to the guest rooms. They had asked a maid, if she could show them a free room for the them and she immediately led them through the castle to the bedrooms.

“I have never seen you here before”, she suddenly asked Clint and Natasha, while the guests were chatting behind them.

“Yeah, we’re new here”, Clint tried to come up with an excuse, but the maid frowned even deeper.

“In what position do you work?”

Natasha felt her heart beating rapidly in her chest, but she couldn’t think of a good answer.

“He’s a-” But she couldn’t complete her answer when a loud alarm was heared and a group of guards stormed through the big hall next to them.

Clint and Natasha instantly sped up their pace, which didn’t go unnoticed by the maid. 

“Here! They are here!”, she yelled into the guards direction and they promptly turned towards them.

“Damnit, come on!”, Clint urged and grabbed Natasha by the hand, leaving the confused family behind.

But they didn’t make it far when another group of guards showed up, blocking their way.

They surrounded them, pointing their swords at the young couple.

“Hereby we arrest you for the crime of attacking the palace guards and infiiltrating the palace”, one of the guards spoke up.

Clint squeezed Natashas hand even tighter and (y/n)’s stepmother started to scream hysterically.

“Wait!”

A sudden voice made them look up. The prince himself made his way over to the scene, eyeing the group suspiciously.

“I think I know you”, he mumbled in confusion, alternating between mustering the redhead and the older woman behind her.

Then he gave the guards a sign to lower their weapons and stepped closer to the group.

“I need to talk to these two for a seond. Bring the others to one of the guest rooms”, he ordered and Natasha and Clint exchanged a surprised glance.

“Are you sure about this, sir?”, one of the guards in a seemingly high position asked and the prince nodded confidently.

-

“You look stunning”, Wanda announced when you walked out of the dressing room. It had been torture to put on the dress, because your body was still hurting from the lack of sleep and the bent posture you had to sit in during your capture in the dovecote.

The golden dress looked indeed marvelous and fit your body perfectly. Wanda had even brought a pair of new shoes, since she knew that you had lost one of yours at the last ball.

They were simple and weren’t too high, so you could easily walk in them.

Your skin still smelled from the bath you had taken, which had washed off all the dirt, but had also showed you how the chains had left dark bruises on your body.

Luckily the bruise on your face had faded, so you could easily cover it up with a little make up.

The ones on your ankles were covered up by the dress, but it had taken a lot of effort to hide the red marks on your wrists.

You gave Wanda a smile and turned to the mirror to see, if she was right or if she was just exaggerating.

But she wasn’t. 

After the days you had been covered in dirt and sweat, you had never dreamed of looking this astonishing.

Your hair was falling down your shoulders in soft curls, which framed your face perfectly.

“Let’s go”, Wanda announced, who had changed herself.

She was wearing an elegant red dress now, while her brother was wearing a rather simple suit.

He hadn’t planned on going to the ball at first, but Wanda had convinced him that she didn’t want to let you go alone and that they could need any help they could get.

She was currently adjusting his jacket, while making fun of thim. Both of them laughed and you couldn’t help but wonder how amazing it would be to have sibilings, who you shared a great bond with. 

Not like you and your stepsisters did.

-

The prince waited for everyone except two guards to leave the room. He hadn’t wanted them there, because he didn’t thought the pair in front of him was a threat, but the king had insisted on it.

“Sit down, please.” Steve pointed towards a few chairs next to a small table.

The two followed his command and he sat down himself as well.

“I don’t think you are here to attack the palace nor help the girls get a better chance in this”, he stated, calmly observing his guests.

“Then what do you think?”, Clint questioned, his hand reaching for Natashas under the table.

“I think you know (y/n).” 

Uncertainty was suddenly visible in his voice and he cleared his throat. 

“You do, right?”, he repeated and Natasha nodded. “Yes, we do know her. How do you know?”

“I saw you two talking at the ball. And I recognized her mother from the market”, he explained. 

“Stepmother”, Natasha corrected him and he nodded in understanding. 

“This makes sense”, he mumbled more to himself than the others, but quickly gained his posture again.

“What happened to her? Is she alright?”

Although Steve tried to sound casually his voice gave away his concern.

“Honestly, we don’t know”, Natasha replied and tried to cover up her own worry.

“We made a plan to get her out of the house. Our part was to distract her family, which required taking them here. We had to convince them that you wanted to meet them before the ball started or else they wouldn’t have believed us.”

Steve nodded along, but seemed deep in thought. “And the other part of your group will take her away from there?”, he questioned and they nodded.

“They are supposed to take her to the last ball so she can meet you again and explain everything”, Natasha told him and a smile filled his face.

“Sir? The family want to talk to you, They say it’s important”, an attendant suddenly appeared. 

Steve sighed, his smile dropping. “Can’t it wait?”, he tried to brush it off, but the man shook his head. “It’s urgent”, he reported and Steve nodded.

“You’re free to go”, he told Natasha and Clint before leaving the room to go back to his duty.

“He is so in love with her”, Natasha laughed once the door had closed.

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Every Dirty Detail

Pairings: Nat x Reader (Platonic) || Bucky x Reader (Mentioned)

Summary: Your best friend wants to hear all about your wild night out.

Warnings: A ridiculously excessive amount of swearing — like, we’re talking the most creative swearing I’ve ever used. There’s also heavily referenced smut (featuring: dick talk, mentions of oral sex and penetrative sex).

Notes: WOOO!! Look at me, back from the dead, breaking my writing dry spell!

Wham bam slam fam (ew, cringe, why do I do this to myself?): my first ever Nat-centric fic. It’s smut, but it’s more like…heavily referenced smut, not actual smut. Y’all, I had so much fun writing this, I was cracking myself up along the way. I wish I had a friendship like this :’)

Written for @ruckystarnes’ 500 follower celebration challenge. Prompt is in bold.

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It’s just after 8AM when you stumble up to the front door of your stuffy little apartment. You’ve got some big-ass blisters on the soles of your feet thanks to those stupid heels you decided to wear last night, hair that looks more like a bird’s nest than actual hair and let’s not even start on your clothes. You’re in desperate need of some mouthwash, a shower, a nap and some aspirin — not necessarily in that order.

Suffice it to say: you’re really glad to be home.

You lean against the wall to balance yourself as you root around in your purse for your keys, humming in triumph when you locate them amongst the pile of shit that permanently resides in the bottom of your bag. You’re mildly hungover and severely sleep-deprived, meaning that it takes a bit of blindly jabbing at the lock with your key before it finally slides into place. You shrug off your coat as you step inside, then nudge the door shut with your foot as you hang your coat in the closet by the door. You kick off your shoes — or, the Heels from Hell, as you’ve decided to christen them — and pad barefoot towards your room, ready to fall face-first onto your bed.

“So nice of you to show up,” chirps a cheerful voice.

“Holy motherfucker on a stick!” you scream, jumping about three feet in the air in surprise. You whirl around, searching for the source of that voice — immediately regretting those tequila shots last night when a wave of dizziness slams into you. Natasha is curled up on the sofa, laptop perched on her lap, a steaming cup of tea in her right hand.

“Hello,” she greets, not bothering to conceal the amusement in her voice.

“Shitting hell, Nat,” you mutter, one hand pressed over your heart, as if to prevent it from beating out of your chest. “You scared me!”

“Evidently,” Nat agrees, tipping her head in acknowledgement. You watch as she takes a sip of her tea before putting the mug down on the coffee table. She closes her laptop and sets it beside her tea, before pushing herself off the sofa and walking slowly towards you. Despite the early hour, Natasha is already dressed for the day, wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a denim shirt, the first three buttons undone to reveal the olive green cami she has on underneath. Her scarlet red hair has been pulled back into a tastefully messy bun.

“Nat,” you say cautiously, as she approaches you.

Your best friend folds her arms over her chest as she comes to a stop two feet away from you. A demure smile is playing on her lips, a knowing gleam shines in her eyes — you know that look.

You don’t like that look. It usually spells trouble.

“Well?” Nat asks, “What happened? I want all the details!”

“Details?” you echo, trying valiantly to keep any emotions from bleeding into your voice. “No idea what you’re talking about—,”

“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N,” she interrupts, “I can smell the sex on you from all the way over here.”

That gives you pause. “Is it really that bad?” you sigh, dragging your hand down your face. When you glance down at it, there’s a smear of black on the side of your thumb. Great. You probably look like a racoon that’s been hit by an eighteen-wheeler, at this point.

“No,” Nat concedes, shrugging one shoulder, “But it did get you to admit that you got laid.”

“Naaaaat,” you whine, pouting your lips petulantly.

“So, did you?” she sing-songs, waggling her eyebrows playfully.

With a long-suffering eye-roll, you exhale slowly through your mouth. “Hun,” you drawl, “It was the lay of my life.”

—————————————

Despite her insistent pleas, you manage to convince Nat to give you ten minutes to freshen up. You hop into the shower to scrub away the makeup remnants still clinging to your face, before lathering up your loofah to wash away the smell of sweat, sex and booze lingering on your skin. Once you’ve brushed your teeth and slipped into a pair of sweats and an oversized t-shirt, you dry

your hair as best as you can with your towel. Now that you’re feeling more like yourself, you decide that it’s safe enough to venture back out into the living room, to face your best friend.

Nat, bless her condemned soul, has made you a plate of scrambled eggs to quieten down the relentless pounding inside your skull. She swears by her eggs — you’ve no idea what she puts in them, but they are the best hangover cure you’ve ever come across.

Knowing her, she probably spikes them with vodka, or something, but hey — it works, so who are you to complain?

The eggs are waiting for you on the coffee table, a tall glass of water and a couple of aspirins on the side. You swallow the pills first, before picking up the plate and sitting down beside Nat. Wordlessly, she twists around so that her back is leaning against the arm of the sofa, enabling her to drape her legs over your thighs. You huff good-naturedly, patiently waiting for her to make herself comfortable, before using her knees as a makeshift table.

“So?” Nat prompts.

“Calm your tits, woman,” you snap, your words coming out less heated than you’d like them to, thanks to the forkful of eggs in your mouth. “Lemme get some food in my system, yeah?”

Nat gives an exaggerated roll of her eyes. “Sorry,” she says, although her voice tells you that she’s anything but. “It’s not every day that my best friend gets laid, y’know?”

You snort. “You make it sound like this is a once-in-a-century kinda thing,” you grumble, shovelling another scoop of eggs into your mouth. You hadn’t realised it before but you are ravenous.

“That’s because it is a once-in-a-century kinda thing, babe,” she deadpans.

You faux-gasp, playing up your insulted expression. “Fuckety bye, bitch,” you say playfully, moving to shove her legs off you so that you can stand up. Natasha laughs, catching your arm and squeezing it affectionately.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” she chortles, “It’s just…kinda a big deal, y’know?”

“Ugh, why am I friends with you?” you mutter darkly, quickly polishing off the last of your breakfast, before setting the plate back down on the table.

“Because without me, you’d probably cart off to the Himalayan mountains, or something, and live like a hermit for the rest of your life,” Nat points out sagely.

“Bish, if I’m gonna live like a hermit, I’m at least gonna be a hermit that lives on the beach, or somewhere equally warm,” you protest.

Nat smacks the back of your hand against your upper arm, a hit that’s just this side of being painful. “Come on, Y/N, stop deflecting already!” she demands.

You narrow your eyes and shoot her a murderous glance as you rub your fingers over the sore spot. “C’mon now, be nice, you fuckface,” you say in the most condescending voice you can muster up.

“I would be nice if you got on with the fucking story, douchecanoe,” Nat retorts mockingly.

“Fine, fine,” you sigh, leaning back into the cushions and twisting onto your side, a little, so that you can look at her without having to crane your neck. “Where d’you want me to start?”

Natasha cocks her head to the side and considers your question, top teeth catching onto her plush bottom lip as she mulls it over. “Well,” she says slowly, “You went to the bar and didn’t come back. Then, twenty minutes later, I get a text saying that you’re going home with some guy and that I shouldn’t wait up. I think that’s a good place to start.”

“Ah yes,” you hum, smiling dreamily at the memory, “The bar scene.”

“What happened?” she presses.

“Patience, fuckwit,” you say sharply, podding her calf for emphasis. “So, yes, I went to the bar to get a drink, but it was kinda crowded and the bartender was on the other end, so I stood there for a bit to wait,” you start. “Then, this guy comes up beside me and puts his arm on the small of my back, like right above my ass—,”

“You went home with him?” Nat squawks, bolting upright all of a sudden, an indignant look wron her face. Her protective big sister act is truly endearing, sometimes.

You sigh. “Of course not, you fuckwit, I’ve got standards, y’know?”

“Right, right, sorry, continue,” she says, the tension immediately flowing out of her system as she settles back down.

“Yeah, so, um—dude comes up to me, gets real close, and he reeks, like—not just of alcohol, but he smells like he hasn’t had a shower in a week and decided to roll around in a dumpster to amplify the fact,” you say, nose wrinkling in disgust as you recall the god-awful stench.

“Classy,” Nat comments.

“The classiest of trash,” you remark dryly. “So then he starts gettin’ real friendly, goes on with the usual spiel of ‘oh baby, what’s a pretty girl like you doin’ here all on her own’ and all that bullshit,” you continue, mimicking the deep, drunken drawl of the stranger, “And I’m like, ‘hands off, dude, I’m lookin’ for a good time and you ain’t it,’.”

Nat barks out a laugh. “That’s my girl.”

“Yeah, except he wasn’t having that, obviously, so he got pushier, and the bar was pretty crowded, so it’s not like I could escape. I was about to call the bartender for assistance, when someone else intervened and basically told the arsewipe to clear the hell off — in more or less those words, I might add.”

“Nice.”

You hum in agreement. “So with the arsewipe gone, I turn around to say thanks and — god,” you sigh breathily, lips quirking up into a smile. “There, in front of my eyes, is the most beautiful man on the face of this Earth, I swear to the fucking heavens.”

“Wow,” Nat murmurs.

“Kinda dark hair, pulled back into a bun, black leather jacket, killer blue eyes, a smile that makes you wanna drop your panties there and then—,”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N!”

“M’serious!” you protest, “If you saw him, you’d feel the same. Anyway, once I’ve gotten over the initial shock, I say thanks, he says no problem, then asks if he can buy me a drink. I say yes, of course—,”

“Smart.”

“—and then he introduces himself as James. I introduce myself, we do a couple’a rounds of shots, and then he asks if I want to dance—,”

“Oh snap.”

“—and I’m like ‘yeah, sure’.” You pause for breath, casting a sideways glance at Natasha. You can tell by the shine in her eyes that she’s fully engrossed in the story, revelling in the experience of living vicariously through you, for once, as opposed to the reverse being true.

“So we dance, and, well,” you break off, giggling nervously, “It’s less dancing and more just—um, really intense grinding. I mean, it started off innocently enough, but I kinda—someone bumped into me from behind and James caught me, and then, fuck this sounds so chick-flick cliche, but he kissed me, then.”

“Okay, now comes the good shit,” Nat says.

You snort. “Yeah, so we kissed, and then danced some more, and his hands were just—all over, and, um. Then he asked if I wanted to go back to his place and I said fuck yes, obviously.”

“Woo! Look at you, letting your hair down, for once,” Nat crows, grinning happily.

“Very funny,” you say, although the smile on your lips makes it hard for you to sound sarcastic. “So we head to coat-check to grab our things, I fire you off that text, and then he calls his driver to take us back to his place.”

“Rich dude, then?” Nat guesses.

“Well, yeah, I guess, if his cologne was anything to go by,” you say.

“He smelt that good?” she asks, clearly amused by your comment.

“Alllll over, honey,” you reply, batting your eyelashes flirtatiously, the meaning behind your words so obvious that even an ignorant idiot would catch your drift.

Natasha scoffs, shoving at your shoulder, “Jeez, Y/N, are you still drunk, or something?”

“Mmm, no, just high on endorphins, probably.”

She snorts, shaking her head in a way that says I can’t believe this bitch. “Did you make out in the car?” she asks.

Heat rushes to your cheeks. You’ve been good at keeping your cool all this while, but the way she asked the question so offhandedly makes you squirm.

It’s strange, though; you and Nat share every intimate detail of your personal lives with each other, so you’ve got no idea why you feel so weirded out. But, then again, you’re normally on the listening end of this situation, rather than the recounting end. Yeah, that’s probably why you’re feeling uncomfortable. Besides, Natasha has a certain brand of self-assuredness that you have yet to acquire — sometimes, you envy her for that.

You take a deep, steadying breath to tamp down your sudden-onset discomfort, shoving the nerves aside and clearing your throat before continuing with your story.

“Yeah,” you admit, in answer to her question tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “We—it was kinda tame, just a lot of kissing. James kept his hands on, like, my thighs, and my waist and my arms and stuff — didn’t touch any of the…” your voice trails off as you gesture vaguely over your chest.

Natasha smirks. “What a gentleman.”

You laugh. “Yeah, well. Anyway, we get to his place and my god, Nat.”

“What?” she asks, evidently curious.

“Like, his place,” you say, words suddenly failing you as you falter helplessly. “Like — his place had a fucking doorman, in a motherfucking top hat. And it was all, like, glass and marble and chandeliers and shit. He brought me to the lift, swiped a card and pressed the button for the goddamn penthouse, Nat, his actual, legitimate penthouse.”

“Shit,” Nat breathes, eyes wide in wonderment. “For real?”

“Hell yeah,” you reply, nodding your head vigorously. “Like, his place had an upstairs — who the fuck has stairs in their apartment, anyway?”

“Holy motherfucker of all shit,” she swears, voice awed. “Y/N, you done good, honey.”

“Wait, I haven’t even gotten to the sex part, yet,” you say, flapping your hand at her impatiently. “Anyway, yes. So. I’m gaping like a dork at his place, like, at all the fancy furniture and the original artwork on the wall, and the leather sofa and shit, and he all of a sudden presses me up against the wall and kisses me. Like, properly.”

“Tongue and all?”

“Bish, he knew what a tongue was and more importantly, how to use it,” you say, goosebumps breaking out over your skin as you recall the feel of James’ stubble against your cheek, the pillowy-softness of his lips as they covered yours. White-hot lust flares low in your belly as the sounds of his heated moans echo in your memory, accompanied by the ghost sensation of his jean-clad cock grinding against you.

“Helllooooo?” Nat says, poking you in the shoulder, “Earth to Y/N? You haven’t finished the story!”

You shake your head to clear your thoughts, before casting Nat a nervous smile. “Right. Um. Yeah, kisses, and like — he’s hard, obviously. So he grabs my hand and drags me upstairs to his bedroom and wow—,”

“Nice place?”

“Nice doesn’t even cover it,” you say, counting off the marvels in James’ bedroom with your fingers as you list them out.  “We’re talking, king-sized bed, silk sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows, en-suite with a goddamn bathtub—,”

“You lucky shit,” she mutters, folding her arms over her chest in disbelief.

You nod in agreement as you plough on with your tale. “So, my dress comes off—,”

“Aren’t you glad I made you wear your one matching set?” Nat interjects.

You groan, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes. “Yes, okay, thank you,” you mumble.

“Continue,” Nat says. Your eyes don’t need to be open for you to know that there’s a sly smile toying on her lips.

“Yeah, um. James goes wild, for the skin. Like, marking me up and whatnot,” you say, pulling your hands away and letting them rest on top of her legs.

“You got any left? The marks?” she asks, arching an eyebrow.

With a grin, you tip your head back and pull down the neckline of your shirt, exposing the trail of lovebites adorning your collarbone. Nat gives a low whistle. “Shit-kebabs, Y/N,” she says approvingly, “He had a mouth like a hoover, or what?”

You chuckle. “Yeah, pretty much,” you admit, shrugging nonchalantly as you pull your shirt back into place. “So, I’m practically naked, he pushes me onto the bed, then gets his shirt off and—,” you cut yourself off for heightened dramatic effect, one hand flying out to clutch Nat’s arm in a vice-like grip.

“What?”

“Natasha,” you say seriously, “The dude was built like a goddamn shithouse on steroids.”

“You kid me.”

“I kid you not,” you reply, turning to look at her properly. “Pecs of steel. Abs for days. Biceps that will fuel my masturbatory fantasies for years.”

“Holy shite,” Nat says emphatically.

“Yeah, I know, but not too much, ya’ feel?” you continue, letting go of her arm and leaning back into the cushions. “Like, he was built, but not bulky. Anyway, there I was, practically drooling at this meatfeast on legs and he gets on top of me. We go back to doing more kissing, except this time, it’s much harder to ignore the fucking iron pole poking me in the thigh.”

Your voice trails off again as you remember the hot, heavy weight of James’ body over yours, how safe and small you’d felt being caged in by his arms. His skin had been searing hot to the touch, a perfect match to the sinful heat of his mouth. Fuck that, everything about the situation was hot; you could’ve sworn that the temperature of the room was as at least a thousand degrees. James’ breath was warm as it fanned over your slick skin. His low and gravelly voice in your ear stoked the smouldering fire burning in your core.

“Right, um, yeah,” you murmur weakly, valiantly yanking your mind out of the memory as you try to get your brain back on track. “Uhh, yeah. So then, I said that I wanted to get his pants off, so he knelt up and I scooted up, so that I could undo his jeans.”

“Was he big?” Nat asks, completely serious.

“Natasha Romanoff!” you squawk indignantly, throwing her an affronted look.

“What?” she protests, holding both hands up in surrender. “It’s for scientific research purposes!”

“Yeah, right.”

“No, no, I’m serious,” she continues, “Like, you know what they say — the richest guys have the tiniest dicks.”

You narrow your eyes, doubtful of her claim. “Who the fuck says that?”

“Twatface, stop avoiding the question.”

You sigh, scrubbing the back of your hand over your eyes. “Yeah, well. Clearly, he’s an anomaly. A very big exception to the rule,” you say, unable to hide the self-satisfied smirk in your voice.

“How big was he?” she asks again, voice a borderline whine.

“Why do you want to know?” you press.

“Because I’m nosy as fuck,” she says immediately. “Also, more importantly, I need to know if you’ve like…been permanently damaged down there, or something. As your best friend, y’know,” she adds, winking salaciously.

“Ew, gross, Nat,” you mutter, shaking your head. She arches an eyebrow and gives you a look that tells you that she’s not going to drop the subject anytime soon. You sigh, lifting your right arm up and pressing the index and middle fingers of your left hand to your right wrist. You keep your eyes trained on her face as you draw your fingers from your wrist to just below the crook of your elbow.

Nat’s eyes go comically wide, eyebrows flying up so high, they almost disappear into her hair. “Har har, Y/N, very funny. You are aware that only pornstars have cocks that massive, right?”

“And that’s exactly what I said to James,” you say solemnly. “Well, actually, I’m pretty sure I shouted something along the lines of ‘holy shit, how the fuck do you keep that thing inside your pants all the time?’”

“And he laughed?”

“He did,” you confirm. “James is a nice guy. Good sense of humour.”

“And a monster dick, apparently,” Nat mutters.

You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly. “Yeah, so, um. What more is there to say, uh—,”

“Did you get your mouth on that thing?” she asks.

Another wave of heat rushes through your cheeks. “Um, yeah,” you admit timidly. “It was, uhh, a struggle, as you can imagine. I damn near thought I was gonna dislocate my jaw, at one point, but he was nice about it, didn’t try to fuck my face with that thing, or whatever. Just kinda…let me…um, I guess, play with it…” you say, your pitch rising up at the end of the sentence, making it sound like a question without you meaning to. “Fuck, this is so cringe!” you whine, covering your face with both hands.

Natasha laughs good-naturedly, rubbing her hand over your thigh. “Well, at least he wasn’t a jerk about it,” she says consolingly. “Did he return the favour?”

You nod, not trusting your voice just yet, as your mind is still very much stuck on the memory of James’ dick inside your mouth. His had been the biggest cock you’d ever come up-close-and-personal with, by a long shot. But, at the same time, James was also the sweetest guy you’ve ever been with, hands down.

The two make for one hell of a fun combination.

You’ve never been particularly fond of sucking dick before, but with James — bloody hell, with him, you would have happily suckled on his cock for ages, if it were possible. His taste was musky and salty, without being overly bitter or repulsive. You’d particularly enjoyed tracing the prominent veins on his shaft with the tip of your tongue, watching the way his taut belly shuddered under your ministrations. Your favourite part about the whole experience, though, were the broken moans and choked off whimpers that fell from his mouth.

God he was so hot.

“He returned the favour, and…” Nat prompts, pinching you sharply on the thigh to snap you back to the present.

You yowl in pain, rubbing the spot indignantly as you curse her under your breath. “Yeah, um. He got my bra and panties off, and then, just…threw my legs over his shoulders and went to town!”

“And, judging by the vibes I’m getting off of him, I’m gonna guess that he knew what he was doing down there?” Nat asks.

You nod slowly, your mind getting wrapped up in the memory again. “Mmmhmm….you know how I said he knew what to do with his tongue when we were kissing? Well, when he eats pussy, it’s like…he knows what to do with his tongue, and his lips, and his teeth, and his fingers and oh my god—okay, I need to stop before I get to worked up,” you say, breaking off with a faint chuckle. Nat laughs too, petting your shoulder understandingly.

A few shaky breaths help to calm your racing heart, and a sip of water helps to quell your jittery excitement. You’re gonna need a good session with your vibrator, after this. “Umm, well, yeah. He was really good. Made me come twice before getting his cock inside me.”

“Jesus, fuck,” Nat breathes, “Talk about eating your woman right!”

“Yeah,” you murmur absentmindedly as you brain descends into lewd thoughts revolving around James’ head between your legs. Goodness, that man knew how to eat pussy. Something about him turned you into a sex fiend, your hands fisting into his brown locks and your hips grinding shamelessly against his clever mouth as he laved his tongue over your glistening folds. He’d broken you open with expert precision, reducing you to a sobbing, whimpering mess in record time. James had made love to your dripping core with his tongue and fingers, bringing you to not one, but two world-shattering orgasms that had you clutching at the sheets to ground yourself against the onslaught of pleasure he wreaked upon you.

“Um,” you mutter, rubbing your temples to get your head back in the game. “Yeah, and then…well, he slipped a condom on and we fucked. And yes, before you ask, James was a fucking—,” you break off, waving your hands around vigorously as you search for the right word. “Like, he’s basically a goddamn sex machine, and just…I don’t have words. You needed to be there to know what I’m on about.”

Natasha purses her lips and tilts her head to the side, musing over your words. She’s silent for an uncomfortably long time, but before you can open your mouth to ask her what’s wrong, she beats you to the punch and asks, “Did you guys go a few rounds?”

You bite your bottom lip. “I—um. Yeah. Twice. And I lost track of how many times he made me come after the fourth one,” you admit.

She chuckles, leaning back and resting her elbows on the arm of the sofa behind her. “Damn, babe, you sure you didn’t…I dunno, had a drink that was spiked with something and dreamt all this up?” she asks teasingly, “Because it sure does sound too good to be true.”

“No, you fucktard,” you retort, “Because after he made me come for the millionth time in a row, he cleaned me up and dressed me in his t-shirt as I was falling asleep in his bed. The same bed that I woke up in this morning, I might add.”

“So you just snuck out?”

“Yeah, he was still asleep, so I put on my clothes, left a little thank-you note and legged it the fuck outta there,” you say.

“Did you leave him your number, at least?” she asks.

“Uhhh…no?”

Nat facepalms. “Why? Are you seriously telling me you don’t want to hook up with him again?”

You shrug indifferently. “No, of course I want to. I just…y’know, he’s a rich businessman, or something and I’m just a broke intern. We come from completely different worlds…it was—it was just a one-night thing,” you sigh dejectedly.

It’s a one-night thing that you sorely wish could be something more. James truly was a nice guy, one that you’d like to get to know on a non-sexual level.

Sensing your mood, Nat scoots forward and wraps her arms around your shoulders, pillowing her cheek on your collarbone. You hum in thanks, resting your chin on top of her head and smoothing your hand down her back. Displays of affection like this from Natasha are true once-in-a-blue-moon occurrences; the fact that one is happening right now must mean something significant.

“Well, I’m just proud that you had a good time, honey,” she says quietly, voice slightly muffled by your shirt. “I do wish you’d left him your number, but…nothing we can do to change it.”

The momentary peace is broken by your stomach growling loudly. The room is silent for half a second, before Nat breaks out into hysterics, collapsing back against the sofa in a fit of helpless giggles. By default, she sets you off too.

“I’m sorry, okay?” you chortle, wiping tears from the corners of your eyes. Nat shakes her head and pokes the side of your ribs with her toe, clearly unable to form coherent sentences at this point.

“Ugh, fuck, it’s been a crazy 12 hours,” you sigh. “And as nice as your eggs were, I really did work up an appetite last night,” you admit.

That nearly sets her off again, but Nat manages to hold it together to wheeze out a quick, “Okay, okay, brunch, then,” before dissolving into another laughing fit.

—————————————

After putting on a bit of makeup to make yourself look a tad more presentable, you and Natasha head out to your favourite brunch spot; a cute little cafe about twenty minutes away from your house.

The waffles there are to die for.

When you get there, the waiter ushers you to a table in the corner, next to the window, before taking your orders — waffles with berries and chocolate for you, poached eggs on toast for her. After he’s cleared away the menus, you sit back and cast a quick glance over the other cafe-goers, as Nat pulls out her phone to fire off a few emails.

One particular cafe-goer has your heart stopping short.

“Oh crap,” you curse, quickly averting your eyes and turning your head to look out the window. You shield the side of your face with a strategically-placed hand.

Nat lifts her eyes from her phone and gives you a puzzled look. “What?”

“It’s him,” you hiss, subtly jerking your head to the right.

She arches an eyebrow in a silent question.

“James,” you whisper.

Natasha puts her phone down on the table and leans forward, folding her fingers together and resting her chin on top of them. “You sure?”

You chance a sideways look in James’ direction to double-check. He’s on the opposite side of the cafe, two rows back, on a table next to the wall. He has a baseball cap pulled low over his dark hair, headphones in his ears and sunglasses tucked into his maroon v-neck. If that drop-dead gorgeous side-profile wasn’t enough to give him away, the leather jacket definitely did the trick. James has a pen in his hand and is frowning at the newspaper on the table, probably doing a crossword, or something. A half-eaten pastry and cup of coffee sit in front of him.

“Yeah,” you tell Nat, being careful to keep your voice down. “He’s behind you, wearing a leather jacket.”

Nat, ever the queen of subtlety, twists around, making it look as if she’s trying to signal the attention of a waiter, when in reality, she’s doing a casual scan across the room. When she turns back to you, a mildly bewildered expression is on her face.

“Y/N,” she stage-whispers.

“What?”

“Do you know who he is?” she asks.

Your brows knit together in confusion as your mouth pulls into a frown. “Um…my one night stand? James?”

“Yeah. James Buchanan Barnes, aka world-famous actor who portrayed the Winter Soldier in, oh, surprise, surprise, The Winter Soldier,” Nat hisses.

Your jaw falls open in shock. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh,” she echoes, sitting back in her chair and folding her arms over her chest.

You sneak another surreptitious glance towards James, studiously analysing his profile. Huh. Now you realise why his voice had sounded so familiar — you’ve watched and cried over that film oh, maybe fifty times. In the last year.

“He looks so different without the hair and the beefed-up muscles,” you mutter, as you take a sip of your coffee.

“Yeah, but can we backtrack to the fact that you fucked the motherfucking Winter Soldier without realising it?” Nat lets out a distinctly loud snort as she sips her orange juice. “I’m never gonna let you live this one down.”

You chew on your bottom lip, idly fiddling with your napkin before blurting out, “Do you think he needs a sugar baby?”

[ruckystarnes]

Omg Elsa! You are gonna ger something many people dont get because i keep it in check....gushing me.

This was a freaking amazing story that completely uplifted my mood! I freaking love Nat and the swears were legit one of my favorites! I was giggling so hard because this reminded me and one if my friends back when I was younger....

Ugh! Like I cannot jeep going on what and amazing story this is! Thank thank thank! I was super excited when you picked this and with Nat! *squeals* yeah I'm keeping it in my pocket for when I have a bad day again....You know, to think of James' porn star cock! 😂

Again, so much ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Every Dirty Detail

Pairings: Nat x Reader (Platonic) || Bucky x Reader (Mentioned)

Summary: Your best friend wants to hear all about your wild night out.

Warnings: A ridiculously excessive amount of swearing — like, we’re talking the most creative swearing I’ve ever used. There’s also heavily referenced smut (featuring: dick talk, mentions of oral sex and penetrative sex).

Notes: WOOO!! Look at me, back from the dead, breaking my writing dry spell!

Wham bam slam fam (ew, cringe, why do I do this to myself?): my first ever Nat-centric fic. It’s smut, but it’s more like…heavily referenced smut, not actual smut. Y’all, I had so much fun writing this, I was cracking myself up along the way. I wish I had a friendship like this :’)

Written for @ruckystarnes’ 500 follower celebration challenge. Prompt is in bold.

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It’s just after 8AM when you stumble up to the front door of your stuffy little apartment. You’ve got some big-ass blisters on the soles of your feet thanks to those stupid heels you decided to wear last night, hair that looks more like a bird’s nest than actual hair and let’s not even start on your clothes. You’re in desperate need of some mouthwash, a shower, a nap and some aspirin — not necessarily in that order.

Suffice it to say: you’re really glad to be home.

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Cinderella | Part 15

Prompt: Fairy tale AU

Summary: When your father marries another woman, she brings not only two evil stepsisters into the house, but turns you into a maid. Working hard day for day your only hope is the princes ball, where he will pick his future wife. But will you be able to flee from the claws of your family?

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: nothing I can think of so far

Pairing: Steve x reader

A/N: This is for @ruckystarnes writing challenge.

I just realized that I had a typo in my summary the whole time *-* Also, have you guys seen Infinity War yet? I love this movie so much! :D

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You were still held captive in the basement, provided with lots of difficult and senseless tasks to keep your hands moving and your back aching. 

Today was the day the last ball would take place. You couldn’t decide if you should feel relieved that everything was over and your life would go back to “normal” or if you should feel even more frustrated.

You chose to ignore the uneasy feeling in your stomach and focused on your work instead. Although things had ended horribly, you were still grateful for the time you had spend dancing and chatting with the prince. 

Not every girl got a chance to do this. Your mother would be proud of you.

Altogether your plan to rebel against your stepmother and her cruel behaviour hadn’t worked out, but you had managed to sneak out off the house more than once and had made a great friend.

Wanda.

You hoped that she wouldn’t think that you ditched her. You would never do that, but disappearing without any explanation had to appear odd.

Suddenly the door opened and your stepmother rushed into the room. She had visited you frequently after she had given you work to do, to check if you were doing everything how she wanted it to be. 

But this time something was different about her behaviour. She seemed to be stressed, because a deep frown was covering her face and her breath was hitching in her throat.

Curious you moved towards her to get a clearer view on her face.

“I nearly finished”, you mumbled carefully, but your stepmother only shook her head. “That doesn’t matter now”, she stated and dragged you outside of the room by your arm.

You could hear a group of muffled voices outside of the house and for a second you thought about screaming, but then you decided against it.

You didn’t even know, who was in front of this door and you couldn’t dare to cause any more trouble.

“What is going on?”, you whispered in confusion, but your stepmother didn’t answer you. 

She shoved you through the back door and towards the dovecote you had already forgot existed.

Your stepmother opened the little door and pushed you inside, but you held onto the doorframe.

You needed to know what was going on.

While your stepmother was trying to push you inside with more force, you caught a glimpse of the royal flag.

For the split of a second you wondered what they were doing here, but then you suddenly felt a wave of hope rushing through you.

They were here for you. Steve was here for you.

“Hey”, you screamed at the top of your lungs, but it was already too late.

Your stepmother had used the moment of distraction to push you inside, gagging you with a wet cloth. 

You tried to fight her, but she had yanked your arm in a painful grip, which made it impossible for you to resist her.

Then she tied your hands as well as your feet with a rope. 

The material was so firm that you could already feel bruises forming on your skin.

Your stepmother took a step back to admire her work, then held her finger in front of her mouth.

“Ssschh”, she whispered and the sound send shivers down your neck.

The door closed and the last rays of light vanished, leaving you alone in the darkness.

You spend the first minutes trying to figure out a plan to free yourself, but after every attempt failed, you started to hit the walls of the cote with your feet.

Maybe you could break down the walls, if you put enough strength into your kicks.

The dovecote was old and sordid, but the only sound, which was heared was your heavy painting and your feet hitting the wood in irregular moves.

No splintering nor cracking.

After a while you stopped and focused on figuring out a better plan, but the chains were too tight to free yourself and the door was locked from the other side.

You tried to scream a few times, which only resulted in coughing and choking.

You could hear a pair of voices in the distance, but they were too far to take notice of you.

After a while it went silent and you heared the sound of clopping disappear in the distance.

They had left. They hadn’t found you.

You expected your stepmother to appear to bring you back to the house, but nothing happened.

Maybe she wanted to punish you even longer or something had happened, which required her attention somewhere else.

-

“Here it is”, Wanda announced when her, Pietro, Natasha and the friend of Natasha named Clint Barton reached the mansion.

For a moment they all stood in silence concentrating on their thoughts, but then Natasha spoke up. “Alright, so everyone stick to the plan. Any questions left?”

Everyone shook their head and Natasha smiled satisfied. 

“Good. Then let’s go.”

-

You had lost every track of how much time had passed, when you suddenly heared noises near the house again, causing you too look up.

Maybe it was your family, who was making their way to the ball, but somehow it felt different.

Something was going on, but you couldn’t lay your finger on it.

The voices were coming closer, so you started to hit the wood with your feet again, putting all your last strength into the kicks.

-

Natasha straightened her back and took a deep breath. “It will work”, Clint reassured her and in this moment she was more than glad that he was here with her.

Although they had discussed different scenarios of how the plan could fail and what they would do if it happened, she was still worried that something could go wrong.

She hadn’t met (y/n)’s family before, but having seen the black eye the girl had earned from them, had been enough to set off her alarms.

“I know”, she responded confidently, but it sounded a lot calmer than she was feeling.

She might appeared fiery and tough on the outside, but it was a whole other level to trick someone in leaving the house when it was so important that nothing would go wrong.

Natasha knocked on the door and after a few nervewrecking seconds, the door swung open, revealing a woman in her fourties in a low-cut blue dress.

“Hello”, Natasha greeted politely, but the woman didn’t seem pleased of their company.

“We’re here to bring you to the ball”, Natasha explained and pointed towards the luxuriant carriage near the house.

“It is still early”, the woman frowned confused. 

“We know. That’s why we are here. The prince send us, because he has laid an eye on one of your daughters and he wants to have time with her before the ball starts.”

A surprised smile formed on the womans features, but she tried to not let it show. 

“Of course he has! They are gorgous young women.”

But her smile was soon replaced and her brows knitted together in doubt. 

“The prince was here today, claiming that he only wanted the woman as his bride, who could fit her foot into the shoe he had with him.”

Natasha gulped and exchanged a quick glimpse with Clint.

They hadn’t know about that.

“We know”, Clint then spoke up calmly. “It turned out that it belongs to someone, who isn’t worth the title. A horrible mistake. One of your daughters is now the rightful candidate for the title.”

Clint stayed composed while presenting the lie, but on the inside it made him grit his teeth to say that the prince wouldn’t take a woman as his bride, who had a low social rank or not much money.

Although he didn’t know the prince good, he had only talked to him once at one of the balls, he had learned that he was a kind soul and didn’t care about formalities like social ranks.

But Clint was also sure that the woman in front of him, who was wearing so much jewelery that she reminded him of a christmas tree, would like his lie and it would make him appear more trustable.

She gave them a satisfied smile and turned around to call her daughters, not bothering to explain to them what was going on.

Patiently Natasha and him were waiting for the girls to get ready, when the stepmother leaned in close, surprising both of them.

“Can you tell me which one it is?”, she whispered while watching her daughters fight over the right pair of shoes to wear.

“I am sorry, but the prince didn’t reveal this yet”, Natasha declared and the woman nodded.

“Come on, come on”, she urged her daughters and soon the family, joined by (y/n)’s father hurried to the carriage.

“Can I see some kind of proof that you’re from the palace?”, the woman asked, but it didn’t sound like a question rather than a demand.

“Sure.”

Clint fished in his pockets to reveal a golden emblem, which he had lend from one of his friends, who was working in a high position at the court.

The woman eyed it for a second, then decided that the glamorous carriage and the golden symbol were enough to convince her and climbed into the carriage.

Clint and Natasha went for the coachman’s seat, exchanging small smiles.

“Have you ever done this before?”, Natasha asked the older man, who was carefully taking the reins. 

He shook his head.

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Cinderella | Part 16

Prompt: Fairy tale AU

Summary: When your father marries another woman, she brings not only two evil stepsisters into the house, but turns you into a maid. Working hard day for day your only hope is the princes ball, where he will pick his future wife. But will you be able to flee from the claws of your family?

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: nothing really..

Pairing: Steve x reader

A/N: This is for @ruckystarnes writing challenge.

This mostly involves the plan and how it works out, but don’t worry. (Y/n) will join them again soon ;)

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When the carriage had left, Pietro and Wanda began to surround the house. 

Pietro quickly searched the spots near the door for keys and eventually he was successul.

“Hello? Anyone at home?”, Wanda called into the empty house. Although they had seen the family leave, they wanted to make sure not to meet some surprising guests.

There was no answer so they started to examine every room, calling every now and then for their friend.

After 20 minutes they met again, both dejected and worried. “I thought we would find her in the basement", Wanda admitted, gazing at the empty room.

“We’ll find her”, Pietro reassured her, but even he wasn’t sure, if they would.

They continued to check the house again when suddenly Wanda let out a triumphantly scream. 

Pietro immediately rushed to her position, forgetting that they had aggreed to not use their powers during their mission. 

“I think I know where we’ll find her”, Wanda announced, giving her brother a mysterious smile.

-

The ride to the castle was silent. At first Clint had been a little uncertain at leading the horses, but after they had reached the road he relaxed into the seat.

“I think I’ve got this”, he told Natasha, who sighed in relief at his words.

“Now we just have to figure out how to get into the palace without anyone noticing.”

"I thought you had a plan”, Natasha wondered, sliding away from Clint so she could get a better look on his face.

“I did, but things changed. I didn’t want to cancel the whole plan, so I didn’t say anything.”

He didn’t look at her, but focused on the path instead.

Natasha couldn’t believe what she was hearing. 

“You mean we have to bring them into the castle without anyone noticing us nor being suspicious towards (y/n)’s family? Not mentioning the high amount of guards and royal safety measures.”

He nodded and her eyes widened. 

“This plan will get us into jail”, Natasha mumbled while watching the towers of the palace appear in the distance.

Clint gave her a small smile. “At least we have more time together then.”

-

“What did you find?”

Pietro followed his sisters eyes, who glared at a small staircase nearly hidden behind a large shelf.

“The attic is the perfect place to hide someone”, Wanda pointed out and started to climb the stairs.

Her brother followed her with a little distance, giving her a little space to greet her friend.

He could see her disappear in the room when she had reached the end of the stairs and listened for cries and laughing, but nothing came.

Now he had reached the room as well and climbed inside.

Wanda was standing in the middle of the attic, her eyes filled with tears while she eyed the small plank bed and a gas lamp.

“She was here”, the girl whispered in confusion. 

“We’re too late.”

-

“I can’t believe we will do this”, Natasha sighed. “Don’t get me wrong, I am up for fun, but not that kind, which will end with me in prison or get (y/n) in even more trouble.”

Clint nodded and squeezed her hand in reassurance. Then he hopped of his seat and walked over to the big gate of the palace.

“Hello”, he greeted the guards politely. “We need to pass.”

The guards stayed in position, neither of them moving nor reacting to his words.

“We have no order, which allows us to open the gate earlier than the ball starts.”

“There must be a mistake. We were ordered to pick up our special guests over there. They have made a long way over here and are tired from the long journey”, Clint explained ice-cold, adding more force with each word. 

The guards exchanged a look, but didn’t move. “We can’t let you pass, if we have no order to do it.”

Suddenly the gate opened behind the guards. Alarmed they searched for anyone, who could have prompted it.

“Let them pass!”, a deep voice rung through the air.

Relief spread Clints features, but he didn’t let it show. “Told you”, he remarked when he passed the now ashamed guards.

The gate closed behind him and the carriage and he observed the scene.

A few servants and attendants were walking around, preparing everything for the last celebration.

A body joined his side, nearly making him flinch. 

“Finally”, he grinned when the redhead was by his side again.

“Oh shut up! You can be grateful that I know how to fight”, she winked at him. “I bet these guards aren’t”, he whispered and nodded towards the watchtower.

“How did you make him order to open the gate?”

Natasha gave him a smirk, then observed if anyone was watching them. She came to the conclusion that no one paid further attention to them, so she opened her hand, revealing a small knife. “I just knocked them out. They will be fine.”

“You really know how to fight”, Clint concluded and they both laughed.

“We arrived. You can get out of the carriage now”, he then informed their guests and led them to the castle.

-

Wanda kneeled down besides the bed, tracing over the rough material with her fingers. 

Tears threatened to spill her eyes when her hand fell to the ground, creating an odd noise when it touched the wood.

“What the-”

Pietro had kneeled down next to her now, both of them searching for loose planks.

“Here.”

Wanda knocked onto the wood a few times, before taking it out of the ground with her brothers help.

It revealed a large hole in the ground, which was filled with a box, a small pile of paper and the ripped rose dress.

“This wasn’t her prison”, Wanda stated, her eyes not leaving what she had just discovered. “This is where she lived.”

A smile formed on her features. “So maybe she is still here, we just have to search somewhere else.”

Pietro squeezed his sisters shoulder in support and she looked up to him with hope written on her face.

“We should put this back”, she decided and reached for the wooden plank, but Pietro stopped her. “What if this gives us hints on where to find her”, he questioned and Wanda bit her bottom lip in conflict.

“This might be personal, Pietro”, she addressed and he sighed. “I don’t feel comfortable doing this either, but don’t you want to find her? This might be the solution we need.”

“She’s gonna hate me for this”, Wanda mumbled, putting the plank away and grabbing the box.

“She won’t hate you, if we can save her”, Pietro stated and grabbed the pile of paper.

It took them a while to go through everything. Wanda had found some smaller objects in the box, which seemed to be memories of her friends childhood. There was also a diary, but she insisted on not reading it, before they had checked the whole property at least twice.

Pietro had found a few letters, which where addressed to her father but never send, as well as a good amount of drawings.

Most of them showed a woman, who they guessed was (y/n)’s mother and landscapes of the surrounding nature.

But three drawings got their attention.

One showed the prince, the other one Wanda and the last one what seemed to be a shed. “Maybe she is in there”, Pietro reasoned and Wanda agreed.

“When did she have time to draw these?”, Wanda wondered while starring at her face on the paper. 

“Wanda”, Pietro tapped his sisters shoulders and she turned her attention to him instead of the pictures. “What?”

“There’s a date on the other side.”

He gave her the drawing of the shed and let her see for herself. “We could check if there is matching date in the diary. It might give us information on where this place is.”

“I already told you that I won’t read her diary”, Wanda sighed in frustration and handed him back the paper. “Let’s just go and search for this place outside.”

Pietro grimaced, but nodded and helped Wanda to move everything back into place.

“I just hope she’s in there. I have run out of ideas where she might be.”

The twins made their way out of the house and started their search outside. 

Wanda just walked over to the back of the garden when she heared a noise.

It came from a ragged part of the garden and the girl immediately sped up, a million thoughts running through her head.

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Cinderella | Part 12

Prompt: Fairy tale AU

Summary: When your father marries another woman, she brings not only two evil stepsisters into the house, but turns you into a maid. Working hard day for day your only hope is the princes ball, where he will pick is future wife. But will you be able to flee from the claws of your family?

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: none

Pairing: Steve x reader

A/N: This is for @ruckystarnes writing challenge.

This is short...I know, but I have holidays now, so I will hopefully be able to upload faster.

I am already working on the next chapter so that’s something to look forward too :)

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You ran out of the gardens and towards the castle, branches ripping your dress in the process. You would have slowed down, but you were too afraid that Steve would follow you or that your stepmother arrived home before you.

Your foot got tangled up in a root and before you could think straight, you hit the ground. Groaning you looked up to see Steve running towards you. 

No, no, no, this was wrong. You couldn’t let him catch you. He would demand answers; answers that you couldn’t give him nor had the time to explain.

You got up again, but you lost your right shoe in doing so. Another look over your shoulder told you that Steve was already close, so you started to sprint again, leaving your shoe where it was.

You ran as fast as you could in only one shoe, but when you reached the path that lead to yard in front of the castle, you dared to look back again.

Steve was standing next to the tree where you had tripped, the shoe in his hand while he watched you run away from him.

Eventually you made it to the castle where you saw lots of carriages waiting for passengers. “I have been waiting for you”, you heared a voice and turned to find Wanda.

She pushed you into a small carriage and it started to move immediately. “Where have you been?”, she wondered, gazing down at your ripped dress and the one bare foot.

You nearly started to cry when you thought about how the evening had ended.

“In the gardens”, you mumbled and starred down your ankles, which were now on full sight due to the destroyed dress.

“What happened?”, Wanda bursted out and she made it even more difficult for you, not to break down in tears.

“Steve- er the prince saw the bruise. I ran from him”, you admitted and adverted your gaze. Wanda sighed, then put her arm around your shoulder to show her comfort.

The rest of the ride was quiet.

You wanted to ask about her evening and the man she had danced with, but the words didn’t form in your mouth and you didn’t feel like you wanted to talk moreover.

It was selfish since Wanda was the one who had made it possible for you to attend the ball after all, but you were too tired and shook to do anything against it.

-

You had made it in time again. The moment you had changed into your gown and laid down to get sleep, you heared the front door open and chattering voices fill the house.

A few minutes later steps on the stairs made you tense up and with a creak the door to the attic was opened. You chose to pretend to sleep.

For a second your stepmother leaned over you, her breath hitting your neck in waves, but soon she left without a word.

You shifted in relief, watching the stars while trying not to think about Steve. But everytime you closed your eyes, you saw him in front of you: His face full of hurt and disappointment when you run from him, again.

You sobbed a few times, but decided that self-pity wouldn’t help you either. You needed to figure out a plan for the last ball, which was in 2 days. 

You had to face the prince and this time you wouldn’t run away from him, even if it would cost you your freedom.

Somehow the exhaustion took over your body and you found into a deeply needed sleep.

-

The next day your stepsisters spend with complaining about the ball. “I couldn’t even talk to the prince”, Anastasia grumbled, taking a bite from her breakfast. 

“Me neither. He was out all night and when he returned he looked distressed”, Drizella noted and groaned loudly. You shifted into your seat, feeling uncomfortable and guilty. 

“Why does he even host a ball when he doesn’t look for a bride?!”, Anastasia added in an angry voice.

You didn’t say a word, but continued to eat your breakfast quietly. After a little argument at the beginning, Anastasia and Drizella had let you sit with them, not paying any attention to you since then.

“We missed you at the ball”, you suddenly heared Anastasias voice, the sarcasm literally dripping from it.

She gave you a fake smile, batting her lashes in innocence. But before you could react to it, you were interrupted from the one person you had wished not to see.

“A new day to buy dresses”, your stepmother squeeched when she entered the room and internally you groaned.

“Don’t you have work to do?”, she barked when she saw you and you got up to face her. “What else would I do?”, you responded with a bittersweet smile and walked upstairs.

Your task was to clean the windows in Anastasia and Drizellas room, your room.

Whenever you set foot in it, an ineffable feeling floodded you. Somehow the room still felt like home to you, but at the same time it reminded you of what you had lost since your mother had died.

Oh how you missed her. If she would be here right now, she would know what to do. 

-

While you were upstairs, you heared your family leave the house. These days they were gone more than ever, due to the balls and you loved it.

When the door snapped shut it was your sign to get up as well. Your plan was to sneak out again, taking the horse to ride to the town.

Beyond that point, you had no clue how to get a dress.

You grabbed the few coints you had collected over the years and opened the door to leave, when you heared a voice behind you. “You are leaving?”

You froze when you heared your fathers voice. Since he was following your stepmother anywhere, you had assumed that he had travelled to the town with them like the other days.

Slowly you turned around, careful not to make any move that could trigger something in him. He was leaning in the doorway, his back arched and a frown covering his face. It was in this moment that you realized how old he had become.

His lips were in a thin line while his cheeks looked gaunted. This wasn’t the man that had raised you.

You responded to his question with a slight nod, hoping that he wouldn’t question it further. “Then go”, he whispered and a mischievous smile filled his face for a split second.

You blinked a few times in surprise, then smiled and opened the door again to fled from the place.

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Cinderella | Part 11

Prompt: Fairy tale AU

Summary: When your father marries another woman, she brings not only two evil stepsisters into the house, but turns you into a maid. Working hard day for day your only hope is the princes ball, where he will pick is future wife. But will you be able to flee from the claws of your family?

Words: 2k (this is the longest chapter so far)

Warnings: none

Pairing: Steve x reader

A/N: This is for @ruckystarnes writing challenge.

I wanted to upload this yesterday, but my wifi was like: nope, you’re not gonna post anything..so yeah, I hope it works now.

I hope the ending kills you as much as it killed me writing it :D 

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You headed to the dance floor and Steve laid his hand on your hip. Both of you started to move at the same time and you fell into a rhythm to the music.

“Tell me something about you.” Steves voice interrupted your thoughts. “There is nothing to tell about me”, you answered him with a small smile on your lips.

“Of course there is”, he smirked and you melted under his intense gaze. You tried to come up with anything interesting, but your mind was blank.

“Everyone’s got a story. Tell me yours.”

The musicians had started to play a slower song, which made it easier for you to focus on the prince instead of your dancing. “There is no story. I’m just an ordinary girl sneaking off to attend the princes ball”, you shrugged.

“I think there is nothing ordinary about you”, he spoke and you heart fluttered. 

Steve had the ability to make you feel like you were special and you loved the feeling. The insecure part of you told you that he was only trying to be nice and talked to every woman like this, but you pushed it aside and concentrated on enjoying the feeling.

“Besides, you sneaked out to attend the ball? That’s story itsself.” You laughed, but considered your next words carefully. “My family isn’t really keen on the idea of me going here”, you explained, hoping he wouldn’t question it further,

“Why?”, Steve wondered and you sighed. “I guess they are afraid of the idea somebody could steal their prince.” It wasn’t the whole truth, but you didn’t lie either.

Steve grimaced at your words. “What?”, you giggled when he still seemed to be confused. “I don’t like if people think of me like that”, he addressed and you stilled. 

“I am sorry if I have to hurt your feelings, but I think half of the people are here because of the handsome prince, who looks for a bride”, you confessed with a playful grin, but it faded when you realized what you had said.

Steve didn’t seem to notice since he didn’t react to your words, but looked around instead. “Really?”, he asked and you nodded. Although he was smart, Steve didn’t seem to be aware of the fact, that he was extremely handsome and polite as well. Every girls dream. 

He could be so oblivious.

“Why are you here?” His face didn’t give away what he was thinking, but he seemed to be serious. 

“I just wanted to dance and have fun”, you admitted and were afraid he would reject you, but instead he laughed. “Thank you”, he beamed and although you didn’t really know what he meant, you smiled along with him and nodded.

-

The rest of the dancing had been silent. You were too focused on him than to say anything. 

You were relieved that you hadn’t stepped onto Steves foot, but after a few songs you didn’t want to push your luck and excused yourself. 

Steve actually seemed to be disappointed, but you told him you needed to get fresh air and he understood the hint. “I will come as soon as I can leave”, he had whispered to you and it made you more than excited.

When you and Steve had been in the gardens the last time, he had been so much more relaxed. He wouldn’t stand straight like he used to do in the palace, but let himself go a little. Without the presence of the people and the royal family, the pressure on him seemed to decrease.

While you breathed in the fresh night air, you couldn’t quit thinking about it. Perhaps Steves life wasn’t easy either. Everyone assumed that the royal family had a a great life; a castle, lots of dresses, money and power seemed tempting at first, but you could only imagine the strain it was as well.

Steve was the perfect example for that. In the palace he was the well behaved, good looking, perfect prince. But once he got out of the constraints of it, he seemed like a different person. He was still polite and handsome, but you had learned he was funny as well and he didn’t like money or jewelery but books.

While the castle was filled with wealths, he desired the only things he had either time nor permission for: books. 

All of this you had learned from him in one evening and it made you wonder, if he wasn’t angry that he didn’t know anything about you. He had shared his most private feelings with you, but you had buried your emotions.

You wanted to tell him everything about your life, share with him every little detail and every emotion you had felt when your mother had died or your father had started to treat you as a maid as well, but it wasn’t possible.

He was a prince and maybe you knew deep inside that you weren’t a maid, but nobody else did. You were a cook, a gardener and a scrubwoman, not a future princess.

Also you couldn’t bear the thought of him, pushing you away when he found out about it. 

You had to keep it a secret.

-

“I’m sorry I’m late”, Steve announced when he walked up to you. “There was this gwoman, who wouldn’t leave me alone. I kept saying that I had to go, but she kept talking and following me. It was horrible.”

You laughed when he told you this and wondered if it had been one of your stepsisters. Probably not, since there were many others girls in there, but the behaviour Steve had described fit to them.

“I am glad you came at all”, you smiled. He frowned at your response. “Why wouldn’t I?” 

“Maybe because you should be inside, dancing and picking your future bride?”, you suggested with a raised brow while Steve sat down on the brench next to you.

“I don’t really like the attention everyone gives me”, he shrugged. “But let’s not talk about me for this time.”

“Then what do you want to talk about?”, you asked him curious. “You”, he answered and you blushed. 

“Why me?”, you asked, trying to hide the excitement that rushed through you. 

“Because you are different from all the people I have met”, he confessed and you blushed even deeper.

You were glad that the darkness not only hid your bruise but your redness as well.

“What do you want to know then?”

Steve thought about it for a second, then gave you a bright smile. “Tell me about your day. What do you do? Who do you spend your time with? And what are your favorite things to do?”

Without knowing it, he had asked the worst question possible. You bit your lip and searched for an answer in panic. Maybe you could answer him without having to go much into detail.

“I love to read”, you started, your mind wandering off to the times before your whole life had been flipped upside down. “And I also love to ride.. feel the wind in my hair and just feel free.” 

You looked to the sky while speaking. You had realized that you did it any time you spoke or thought about your mother. As if you imagined to see her looking down at you from above the clouds.

“I love to lay in the grass and feel the sun on my face. And I love to watch the night sky. It makes me feel so small, like I am a part of something bigger.” 

You smiled at the memory of countless summers, where you ran through the fields, your mother close behind you.

The realization that you were still in the gardens with Steve hit you and you cleared your throat in embarassment. He would probably make fun of you now, but you needed to see his reaction.

So you turned your face to his. At first it was hard to make out, due to the darkness surrounding both of you, but then you saw that his face was blank. He was only looking at you while his face gave away nothing of what he felt.

Steve blinked a few times and then coughed as well. It nearly made you chuckle. Was he embarassed too or was it just a coincidence?

“That sounds really good”, he smiled. “What about the other things?” 

Oh no, he hadn’t forgotten. 

“There is not much to say”, you explained shrugging. “I usually spend time alone. I met a girl a few days ago and we started to spend time together. That’s all.”

But Steve didn’t look satisfied. “I am always in the palace and I would love to learn how other peoples lifes look like. Please, you have to tell me more.”

You laughed at his desperation, but on the inside you freaked out. You didn’t want to lie to him, but you couldn’t tell him the thruth either. 

With a sigh you started to tell him what he wanted to know:

“So I wake up early to prepare the breakfast. Then it depends what I am doing. Sometimes I clean the house and other times I visit the market. In the evening I make dinner and stay up late, so I can watch the stars. Just a really simple life, I guess.”

“You are cleaning and making the food?”, Steve wondered and you nodded helplessly. “We have maids for that.” 

Your heartbeat increased, but you tried to appear calm. “Well not everyone has the money for that”, you commented, sounding a little rougher than you had meant to. 

“I am sorry”, Steve immediately apologized. “I didn’t want to offend you. I told you I am bad at this.” He gazed to the ground and you felt terrible. “I don’t think you are bad at this”, you confessed and Steve looked up in surprise.

“Really?”, he asked with a hopeful grin and you nodded.

For a moment it was silent, but then Steves face lit up again. “I have to show you something”, he announced and got up. 

You followed him through the gardens until you came to a big fountain, candles lighting it up. “Oh my god this is wonderful”, you gasped and Steve grinned proudly. “Not everything is bad here”, he smiled and grabbed your hand to guide you closer to it.

You were too mesmerized by the beauty of the scene to react to the touch.

Steve brought you to the edge of the fountain and only then you realized how close you were. You gazed up at him and saw that his face was illuminated by the lights.

It casted an interesting pattern of shadows onto his face and you had the urge to touch them, but were too afraid to destroy the beautiful moment.

But suddenly you saw that his face was full of horror. Intuitively you backed away a little, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach. What made him look so startled and hurt? Had you done something wrong?

But the moment he spoke the words that revealed what had caused his reaction, you were even more shocked. “Your face”, he whispered and only then the realization hit you. If his face was lightened up due to the lights, yours must be too. 

Steve raised his hand to touch the skin where the bruise was, but you flinched away before he could do it. Panic filled your body. What should you do? You couldn’t explain this to him, could you?

“Where did you get that from?”, Steve whispered, the hurt laying deep in his voice. It made you wonder why he sounded so affected. 

“I- I”, you stuttered, but you couldn’t form a proper sentence. 

In the distance you heared the clock start to count and you turned to it in desperation. 

1, 2, 3

“Please”, Steve breathed and you turned to him again. His expression mirrored his confusion and all you wanted to do was to hug him and promise, that everything would be just fine.

4,5,6

Again you turned to the castle, but his voice interrupted you. “Don’t leave”, he begged and you gazed up at him with tears in your eyes. Conflicted you considered your options, but there was no other way out of this.

7, 8, 9

“I’m sorry”, you murmured. You could see Steves face fill with hurt again and it caused you physical pain to be the cause of it.

10, 11, 12. 

When the clock hit twelve, you turned and started to run.

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Cinderella | Part 10

Prompt: Fairy tale AU

Summary: When your father marries another woman, she brings not only two evil stepsisters into the house, but turns you into a maid. Working hard day for day your only hope is the princes ball, where he will pick is future wife. But will you be able to flee from the claws of your family?

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: none really..

Pairing: Steve x reader

A/N: This is for @ruckystarnes writing challenge.

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The images of dresses are only suggestions though.

The reason why I am posting so late atm is that something happened in my life that really caught me off-guard and took my motivation to write :/ I will tell you about it when I am emotionally ready to do it. I hope you understand and I am sorry..

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You were currently busy helping your stepsisters get dressed for the ball. Their exitement infected you, but you needed to hide it. “Now the shoes!”, Anastasia ordered and with a sigh you followed her command. 

There was no use to start a fight now. You would only get extra work to do and that was worse than obeying once again.

“The carriage will arrive soon!”, Drizella yelled into the room and Anastasia got up to put the last jewelery on. 

Her dress was beautiful, but it showed too much skin for your own liking and screamed more for badly needed attention than a bright future princess. The jewelery even added up to that.

You walked downstairs as well. When you passed the mirror you stopped in your tracks. You had hoped that the bruise would have started to fade eventually, but it only got darker. 

It would require a lot of makeup to cover it up.

“What will you do while we are gone?”, your stepmother asked, but it was more a test than actual interest. “I will clean the stairs, work in the garden, wash your clothes and scrub the fireplace”, you listed and she gave you a satisfied smile. 

“Oh and clean my bedroom! It hasn’t been cleaned in ages.” You supressed a snort and nodded instead. You had cleaned it last week and there was no way it could be messy again.

“We have to go now”, she stated and excited the house, Drizella and Anastasia following her with loud laughter. Your father walked behind them, as silent as usual. Then it went silent and you were alone, again.

-

Slowly you started to worry. Maybe Wanda had forgotten you. She should pick you up and help you dress for the ball, but there was still no sign of her.

Since your family had left, you had followed your stepmothers instructions. You were already done, leaving out washing their clothes and cleaning her bedroom. They wouldn’t notice anyway.

Then you had taken a bath and washed off all the dirt from the past days.

Finally you heared a knock on the door. You wrenched it open, catching sight of Wanda in an astonishing dress. For a second you opened your mouth and mustered her up and down, but she pushed you inside. 

“What happened to your face?”, she bursted out, starring at it wide-eyed. “It’s nothing”, you shrugged it off, but Wanda didn’t let it go. “That is not nothing”, she declared and you peeked past her.

“I got myself in trouble. But it doesn’t matter now. The only thing that matters is the ball and how we cover it up.” 

Wanda didn’t seem pleased, but nodded.

“Sorry I’m late”, she rushed to the living room and you followed her. “You have a dress, right?”, she asked, her face twisted in worry and guilt. You nodded and she exhaled deeply.

“Thank god! I already thought we had to share this one.” You chuckled at her comment, but then went serious again. “I am sure you did everything you could to get one, so don’t even worry.” Wanda nodded, relief visible on her face. 

The deal had been that she should help you get a dress, but you had made her promise that she shouldn’t pay for it again, so it couldn’t have been easy for her to find one.

“So show me what you got!”, Wanda ordered with a huge grin and you nodded in exitement.

-

20 minutes had passed by and you were wearing the dress, your hair falling in soft waves down your shoulders. “You look beautiful!”, Wanda squeaked and you laughed. Now the only challenge left was to cover the bruise on your face.

It took another 10 minutes to at least hide it a little bit. When you gazed in the mirror you were disappointed by how visible it still was, but Wanda reminded you of the dimmed light and convinced you nobody would be able to see.

You hoped so.

-

You walked down the stairs, Wanda by your side. The hall was filled with laughter and it made you even more exited for the evening that would follow. 

When you entered the crowd you even recognized some faces. There was the boy you had met on the market. He was wearing a dark suite, talking to an older man that you knew was a rich and powerful man. He gave you a bright smile, which you returned. 

Then there was Wandas dance partner from the last ball. As soon as she had put the spell on your family, reminding you once again that it would only endure until midnight, she left to talk to him. 

You watched them head to the dance floor and soon they were out of your sight.

“If that isn’t the pretty dress I sold”, somebody caught your attention. You turned around and saw Natasha, the woman from the tailoring, walking up to you. “You are here!” You cracked a smile, happy that you weren’t alone anymore.

“I wish I wasn’t though. Look at all of these noble people trying to impress the prince. It’s disgusting.” She grimaced as if she were in actual pain and you laughed at her silliness. 

While you watched the dance floor, chatting with Natasha about this and that, you silently hoped to spot blonde hair.

But you didn’t. It made you wonder where the prince was. After all this ball was organised for him to pick a wife.

-

After you had spend some time talking to Natasha, you walked around the hall. You weren’t in the mood for dancing yet, so you went to grab a drink.

You had now caught sight of Steve, but he was talking to some people, which seemed really important and you didn’t want to interrupt.

Indeed you didn’t even know what to say. Maybe he wouldn’t even be happy to see you again. 

You tried to push the negative thoughts aside and reached the counter. “What can I do for you honey?”, a woman asked you and in her gown she reminded you of yourself. At least she seemed old enough to be maid and appeared to be pleased with her job.

It must be a honor to work at the palace, so you shouldn’t feel sorry for her. Maybe that was what you would in the future too; work in the palace. 

But your stepmother would never let you go.

“Just water please”, you ordered and she nodded. Only a second later she handed you a glass of crystal clear water and you emptied it with one gulp.

“I wasn’t sure you would come.” You turned around when you heared his voice, immediately tensing in both excitement and nervousness. 

He stopped next to you, his blue eyes sparkling in the dimmed light. You were afraid that he could see the bruise, but he didn’t seem to notice it. Maybe Wanda was right and the light really covered it up.

“Why wouldn’t I?”, you frowned, putting the glas back on the counter. “Well, you ran away from me last time”, Steve reminded you, cracking a smirk at the memory. 

“I didn’t want to. I just really needed to get home”, you admitted, hoping that he wasn’t mad at you.

“So it wasn’t because of me?”, he asked, his expression mirroring his concern. “Of course not!”, you exclamied and he sighed in relief. 

“I thought I had done something wrong, something that offended you.” Steve scratched his head in bashfullness.

“I have no experience how to behave towards women.” , he revealed and you could see that he was being honest with you. You had never met someone who was this open about their feelings, even if that meant being vulnerable and it deeply impressed you about him.

At the same time you wondered how somebody like the prince could be so akward when it came to women. 

“You haven’t done anything wrong”, you explained softly, your eyes not leaving his. You were too mesmerized to look away. “I realized how late it already was and I needed to be home on time or else I would have gotten into a lot of trouble.”

Steve was the first one who broke eye-contact. 

He nodded and then held out his hand. “Want to dance?” 

“I would love that”

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Cinderella |Part 5

Prompt: Fairy tale AU

Summary: When your father marries another woman, she brings not only two evil stepsisters into the house, but turns you into a maid. Working hard day for day your only hope is the princes ball, where he will pick is future wife. But will you be able to flee from the claws of your family?

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: sexual harassment (short), me sucking at writing first meetings

Pairing: Steve x reader

A/N: This is for @ruckystarnes‘ writing challenge. 

Sorry, this took so long. My life is a little stressful atm, but I will upload as soon as possible.

Also Bucky is in this one!! 

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You made your way over to the dance floor and stopped when you reached it. It looked like so much fun to dance, but nobody had asked you yet and you couldn’t dance on your own. So you spend the time admiring the dancers from your spot.

Only a few minutes later, a young man had appeared on your side. He held out his arm without any word and you took it without any hesitation. 

-

You felt as if you were flying The music and the group of other dancers made you feel comfortable while your dance partner twirled you around. 

He had light brown shoulder long hair, which was tugged behind his ears and irritating blue eyes, which made his appearance even more unique. You realized that you didn’t know his name and it was impossible to ask now, since you were breathless and occupied not to trip. 

The song ended and the partners were traded. A dark haired man stood before you, his hair messy and his green eyes puffy. You could smell the alcohol from his breath and immediately got uncomfortable. 

The dance started and he grabbed your hip, only he squeezed it a little too tight. “Nice party huh?”, he asked and the wave of alcohol hit your face. You turned your face away in disgust and only nodded as a response.

“You are a really pretty thing actually”, he observed and studied you closer. You tried to put distance between his body and yours, but it didn’t work. His grip was too firm. 

You gazed up to see that he was still examining your body, staring at places you weren’t comfortable with. Your breath quickened and you pushed against his chest, but he only laughed at your attempt to turn him down. “Pretty feisty as well, huh?”

Before you could react to it, the hands were removed from your hips and you found yourself in the arms of another man. You heared the dark haired man protest, but a sharp look from your new dance partner made him still and he left. 

“I am sorry about that”, the man apologized with a sad smile and put some space between your bodies. He had baby blue eyes and blonde hair, which shimmered golden in the dimmed light. He wore a white suit, which was decorated with buttons and insignias. 

It took you a moment to recognize him, but then you gasped in surprise. You had only seen the prince once, when he had still been a child himself. Your mother had taken you to the market that day and you had seen the king and his son. He had taught the young prince about different kind of prices, who hadn’t looked interested at all.

“Oh, I am sorry, my prince”, you responded and bowed your head for a second. “There is no need to be formal”, he told you with a smile and you blushed. You were beyond grateful that he had saved you from the other man, but didn’t know how to express your appreciation.

After that it was silent. You danced for the rest of the song and the song after that and the one after that one. None of you made a move to change partners and so you danced with the prince for a long time. Although none of you said a word you told each other so many things, as if you communicated through your moves. 

Your bodies were in perfect synth and you even forgot about your shoes and the heavy dress. You felt light and if the prince hadn’t held you in his arms you felt like you would have flown off.

When the song ended the prince pulled you a little closer. “You are an amazing dance partner”, he confessed and you felt your cheeks getting red. “Thank you. You aren’t that bad either”, you noted and he laughed. 

“That is because I had to take dancing lessons my whole life”, he admitted and you blushed again. “Oh.” He smiled at you.

“Excuse me”, a high pitched voice pulled you out of your gaze. You felt like you had woken up from a dream, a beautiful dream and had to go back to the dull reality.

“There are other people who want to dance with the prince as well”, the woman with raven hair and narrowed eyes acknowleged in an accusing voice. She was wearing a red dress, that showed more skin than it covered.

“Oh my god, I am sorry”, you blushed and stepped back. Maybe you had overstepped your boundary without realizing it.

The prince seemed to be uncomfortable himself. He gazed to the ground, not knowing what to say. 

You rushed off without a word and made your way out of the crowd. You needed to get some air. 

You spotted a backdoor and sneaked outside.

The night was cold, but provided fresh air, which filled your lungs promptly. You walked away from the castle, embarassed at what had just happened. How did you mess up everything good that happened to you?

You realized that you were in the gardens. You didn’t know if you were allowed to be here, but a stubborn part of you thought that it wouldn’t matter if they arrested you. Maybe going to prison was even better when going back to your stepmother and stepsisters.

You found a bench and sat down. From the castle you heared the clock hitting 11 beats. You had an hour left until you had to return home, still you felt like the evening had just started. 

All of this- the dress, the shoes, the make-up- the betrayal of your family- for what exactly? A moment of dancing? Was it even worth it?

You sat there in silence and tried to get a clear head. You didn’t know how much time had passed by, but suddenly you heared a branch cracking.

“Can I sit here?”, a voice pulled you out of your thoughts. The prince was standing in front of you, fiddling with his sleeves. You nodded and made space for him.

“I am sorry for what happened”, he apologized after he had sat down. “Oh, there is no reason to apologize”, you assured him, realizing it was the second time he had apologized to you this evening.

“I think there is”, he confessed, peeking at your face. “I put you in an uncomfortable situation and I am sorry for that.” 

You still saw no reason for him to feel guilty, but let it go with a smile. “How did you find me here?”, you wondered and turned to get a better look on his face.

“I saw you slip out of the hall”, he explained with a chuckle. “Aren’t you cold?”, he questioned and you shook your head. 

“Maybe a little”, you admitted shyly. 

The next thing happened so quickly that you had no time to protest. The prince took off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Thank you.”You felt your cheeks getting red and tried to cover it up with a little cough.

“No need to thank me”, he grinned. “I am Steve by the way.” He held out his hand, but you hesitated to shake it. “I am not sure if it is appropriate if I called you that”, you pointed out.

“Nobody would know. Besides- I don’t care”, he responded with a grin and you nodded. “I am (y/n)”

-

You spend the rest of the night with Steve in the gardens. You wondered if nobody would question his absence, but he told you that the most people were probably to drunk to realize he was missing. 

He told you a lot about his life and himself and you felt like it made him feel better. There seemed to be a weight on his shoulders that he carried around his whole life and talking to somebody else made it better.

You wished that you could do the same, tell him everything about your life, but that wasn’t possible. You couldn’t betray your family like that nor could you trust the prince enough to reveal this secret.

You liked him, you really did; he seemed to be selfless and kind and caring, but once you would admit your secret you wouldn’t be able to take it back. There was a reason they treated you like this, and you figured once the prince would know, he wouldn’t look at you the same again.

How could he, when he would learn that you were a maid with no friends and no loved ones. If nobody loves you, something is really wrong if you. Maybe you don’t deserve love. Maybe you are worthless. 

Your stepmother had taught you that a long time ago and you couldn’t bare the prince looking at you in pity or disgust.

So every time Steve asked you something about yourself, you blocked. Instead you told him something else, mostly stories from your childhood when your mother had still been alive. When everything had been perfect.

“She seemes like a great woman”, he gently smiled at you. “I hope I will be able to meet her some day.” Your heart squeezed in pain at his words and you blinked away the tears. “I am sure she would love you”, you responded with a fake smile, but Steve had furrowed his brows. 

But before he could say anything the clock began to hit 12. Panicking you looked around. “Is everything alright?”, Steve asked worried. You nodded, but shook your head at the same time. “I have to go”, you stuttered and got up from the bench.

“Thank you for the jacket.” You pressed it to his chest and turned around. “And thank your for the nice evening”, you yelled over your shoulder while running away as fast as possible. 

“Wait, (y/n)”, you heared his baffled voice in the distance, but you couldn’t turn around. Fortunaley he wasn’t following you, so you only concentrated on making it home as quickly as possible.

You saw the first carriages taking people home and sped even more. 

If your family would be home before you were, they would kill you.

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Cinderella |Part 6

Prompt: Fairy tale AU

Summary: When your father marries another woman, she brings not only two evil stepsisters into the house, but turns you into a maid. Working hard day for day your only hope is the princes ball, where he will pick is future wife. But will you be able to flee from the claws of your family?

Words: 650, shorter than usual :/

Warnings: the stepmother is mean again

Pairing: Steve x reader

A/N: This is for @ruckystarnes‘ writing challenge.

I am sorry this took so long. Hearing about the shooting in Florida really hit me and I didn’t feel like writing at all.

This chapter is important for (y/n), because she chooses not to be the victim anymore. But I don’t want to give away too much :)

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Fortunaley you were the first one to arrive home. You ran upstairs and took off your dress and the shoes. Then you hid them under the loose plank again and changed into your old and dusty dress. 

You washed your face to remove the make up and then covered it with ashes. They needed to believe that you had spend the evening working and you would do anything lo leave them in that conclusion.

A look in the mirror reminded you that your hair was still curled and neat so you went through it with your fingers until it was a hopeless mess. Then you grabbed your bandana and tied it around your head. 

Gone was the noble woman, replaced by the girl, covered in dirt and rags.

You heared the sound of horse’s hooves and went back upstairs. You laid down on the sheets that were your bed and listened to the excited voices filling the house.

You couldn’t think about sleep. Your mind was wide awake from the thrilling evening. You had danced with the prince and had talked to him for more than a brief moment. You left out the detail that you had run from him and would never be able to look him in the eyes again. 

You wished that you had gotten a chance to talk to Wanda again, because the last time you had seen her was when she had danced with a man you didn’t know. He looked a little older than her, but they seemed to have a lot of fun together.

You flinched when you heared footsteps on the stairs. Your stepsisters nor your stepmother had ever dared to come up here, but your father wouldn’t talk to you anymore unless you were the one to walk up to him and start a conversation. 

The sound of the footsteps told you that the person wore heels and since you still heared your stepsisters screeching and laughing downstairs, it had to be your stepmother. What was she doing up here? Had she discovered your secret?

“I know you’re still awake!” Her voice made your body tense and you didn’t know whether to pretend to sleep or turn around. You decided to face her, so you sat up and turned until you saw her frame.

“How was the ball?”, you asked polietly and she grinned. “It was amazing! Even better knowing that you were here working.” 

Her wicked smile urged you to punch her in the face, wipe that smirk off her ugly face, but you controlled yourself. Instead you responded with a weak smile of your own. 

“Oh you should have seen the prince”, your stepmother continued. “He looked gorgeous. And all the dresses-” You had balled your hands to fists, but let go when your stepmothers gaze went down to your fingers.

“Sounds good.” You forced your smile to stay on your face, but your voice betrayed you.

“I see you’re angry”, your stepmother laughed. “What a pity that you couldn’t come. Maybe you can attend the next ball.”

Your jaw clapped open in disbelief. Did she really just say that there was a chance that she would let you go to the ball?

“Although if I think about it, nobody wants you there. They have enough maids themselves and that’s what you are; a maid!” You gazed to the ground when you felt the dissapointment spread. 

“Why do you always have to be so rude?”, you spoke up and promptly your stepmothers smile faded.

She seemed to be caught off guard for a second, but then her smile came back. “Honey, because that’s what you deserve!” And with that she left you to your own again.

The feeling of excitement was gone. You sat in the dark and stared at the wall, both in distress and anger. 

Nobody could deserve a treatment like this; not even you. 

“From now on I fight back”, you decided and with that you laid down again, determination and anger not letting you sleep for a long time.

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Cinderella |Part 2

Prompt: Fairy tale AU

Summary: When your father marries another woman, she brings not only two evil stepsisters into the house, but turns you into a maid. Working hard day for day your only hope is the princes ball, where he will pick is future wife. But will you be able to flee from the claws of your family?

Words: 950

Warnings: evil stepsisters, manipulative stepmother, angst

Pairing: Steve x reader

A/N: This is for @ruckystarnes‘ writing challenge. 

I decided to name the stepsisters after the disney version, so I don’t always have to write ‘stepsister’ and ‘the other stepsister’.

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You woke up to your stepsisters screeching. Confused you glanced outside. It was still early in the morning and it was unusually for your sisters to be awake already. Normally you were the first one up, making breakfast and working in the fields, but today something was different.

You climbed down the stairs and were greeted with giggling and screaming. “It’s already tomorrow evening!”, Anastasia squeaked. 

“What is tomorrow evening?”, you asked, entering the living room. Drizella wrinkled her nose dismissively. 

“Nothing you should care about”, she barked and smirked malicious at your appearance. 

“Oh really?”, you doubted with a rosen brow. “So you don’t need food, a dress or anything else that you are too weak to do yourself?” Your voice was filled with confidence and you were proud to sound strong for one time.

“Ew, she’s right”, Anastasia groaned, ignoring your last words. “Well, the prince will host a big ball-” “3 balls”, Drizella interjected. Anastasia gave her a reproachfully look but continued. “3 balls where he will pick his future wife.”

Your heart started to beat faster. Maybe a festival was everything you needed now. For 3 evenings you would be able to get out of this house and dance in a beautiful dress. You wouldn’t have to serve your stepmother and sisters nor had to wear your rags. 

You doubted that the prince would be interested in you, but you didn’t care about that. You didn’t need to be a princess and the prince was probably a prig. The only thing important was to get out of here, even if it would only be for 3 evenings.

“Wow, that is great!”, you beamed in excitement. “We know!”, Anastasia screamed and both girls jumped up and down. “We need new dresses and shoes and jewellery! Oh and you have to do our hair! We must look as beautiful as possible so no woman can compete with us!”, she ordered.

“She has to do our fingernails as well!”, Drizella added and both started to giggle at your dumbfounded expression.

“What about me?”, you asked disappointed at what you supposed was to follow. “Who said that you were invited?”, Anastasia exclaimed with a grin. 

“Err the prince. The card says that every citizen is invited to join them”, Drizella mumbled confused. “You are so stupid!”, Anastasia yelled at her sister, who looked puzzled. 

While the two started to argue you left, searching for your father. Perhaps he would allow you to go to the ball. 

But once you found him your hope was destroyed. Your stepmother was by his side, murmuring something in his ear. Your father smiled at whatever she had said, but you couldn’t overlook that he seemed tired. He had dark bags under his eyes and you noticed that his dark hair had started to turn grey.

Your stepmother became aware of your presence and sighed. “Don’t you have work to do?”, she scoffed, but you shook your head. “I wanted to speak to my father for a moment. Alone.” 

The woman gave your father a stern look and he nodded at her. “Whatever you have to say, you should say it to the both of us”, he stated and you lowered your gaze. How could he let her manipulate him like this?

You lowered your gaze. It would be easier to speak when you didn’t have to see their faces. 

“I want to go to the ball”, you confessed, not daring to look up. “I will finish all the work and I can make a dres myself.” You met their faces and saw that your stepmother did not look pleased. 

“I don’t think the prince want a maid to attend his ball”, she pointed out. “And that is what you are. A maid, our servant!” You shook your head in determination. 

“That is not true”, you defended yourself, shooting your father a gaze. He didn’t seem interested at all. His gaze was cold and he seemed to be absent. 

“Father.” You chrouched down in front of him. “Father, it’s me, your daughter.” You took his hand in yours and he blinked a few times. Confused he looked down at you, then turned his head to his wife in question. 

“That is our maid”, she asserted and your father nodded in understanding. “No”, you cried out. “That is not true! Father, look at me! It’s me, (y/n)” Your father looked even more dazed, glancing towards your stepmother for help.

She smiled at him and squeezed his arm. “Don’t listen to her. She only wants your money”, she reassured him. You gasped. How could she say this when she was clearly the one stealing his money?

“Can’t you see that she is manipulating you?”, you croaked helplessly. 

“Leave me alone!” Your father had never talked to you like this. His voice was emotionless and he gave you a hard stare. “What? But-” “I said leave me alone!”, he screamed and you flinched. You darted a glance at your stepmother, who was smiling victoriously. 

You got up and ran out of the room, sobbing into the back of your hand. You heared your stepsisters laughter but didn’t look back. You only came to a hold once you reached the forest. Crying you sat down next to a large beech. 

You own father didn’t recognize you anymore. He had been everything you had and now you had lost him too. 

You only returned home when it turned dark outside. Knowing you would be punished for your absence, you walked back as slowly as possible. 

Your stepmother was waiting for you at the window and when you saw her expression, you knew that something more than bad would follow.

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Cinderella |Part 3

Prompt: Fairy tale AU

Summary: When your father marries another woman, she brings not only two evil stepsisters into the house, but turns you into a maid. Working hard day for day your only hope is the princes ball, where he will pick is future wife. But will you be able to flee from the claws of your family?

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: none that I know of

Pairing: Steve x reader

A/N: This is for @ruckystarnes‘ writing challenge. 

There are some differences to the fairy tale, I hope you don’t mind!

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You had been punished to stay in the basement and sort out a bowl of lentils from ashes. This was an odd task, but soon you found out how hard work it was to seperate the two. 

It was already dark outside and you only had a candle that provided nowhere near as enough light. But your stepmother had insisted that you had to do the task until the next morning. If you weren’t ready she had threatend to cut off all your hair.

Hour after hour was spend picking out the lentils. Sweat was running down your forehead and the candle had nearly burned down completely. The silence felt heavy and reminded you that you were all on your own. There was no chance that you could flee from this.

Of course you had thought about running away more than often, but thinking it through, you knew that there was no use. You had no money and no friends that would take you in. You couldn’t leave your father even though he didn’t recognize you anymore and you had learned that people were cruel. 

What if you ran away only to come into a situation worse? A young woman seeking for help could turn even the most honorable man into a criminal.

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The next morning you had barely gained any rest. You had managed to seperate all lentils from the ashes, but you knew that would satisfy your stepmother only temporary. 

At least she had let you leave the dark basement so you could cook breakfast. 

When you served it, your stepsisters broke out in laughter. “Look at her face!”, Grizella mocked. “Did you fall into the ashes once again?” Anastasia giggled. “Look at her hair- if you can still call it hair” 

You ignored their mean comments and excused yourself to clean the kitchen. Scrubbing the stove you suddenly got an idea. Your stepsisters would visit the town today to buy the most expensive dresses they could find. You could pretend to buy fruits and vegetables on the market, but get some fabric instead.

Maybe you could do your own dress and sneak out to visit the ball.

More and more convinced of your idea you returned to the living room. “I heared you go to the town today”, you spoke up. Everyones attention turned to you.

“I need some new vegetables and fruits for the dinner. I would like to accomplish you to the market”, you announced. Your stepmother rose her brow but nodded. 

“The carriage will be here in 20 minutes. If you haven’t finished doing the dishes until then, you can walk”, she declared and you nodded.

You felt like you had never rubbed so fast. You could walk back, that was no problem, but if you walked the other way as well, it would cost too much time. The ball was already this evening and you needed to cook dinner, make a dress and help the girls as well.

Fortunaley you made it in time. 

The ride to the town was mostly quiet. Sometimes Anastasia and Grizella chatted, but you didn’t listen.

When you finally arived you got a little money for the food. “You don’t have to wait for me. I will walk back”, you told them and left.

To cover up your plan you first went to buy some food. You didn’t want the others to get a reason to become suspicious.

Then you went to the tailoring. The woman behind the counter was sewing a dress, probably for another girl that would go to the ball today. You stayed silent and looked around. You needed to find fabric that wasn’t too expensive.

In this moment you were grateful that your stepmother never bought any food, because if she had, she would have known that she gave you too much money. 

“Can I help you?”, a girl in your age had appeared next to you. You jumped and nearly dropped your basket. “I am sorry, I didn’t want to scare you”, she apologized with an accent. 

She was wearing a red dress and long chocolate brown hair was flowing down her shoulders. 

“Oh, it wasn’t your fault”, you explained with a smile. 

“My name is Wanda”, the girl introduced herself and held out her hand. “I’m (y/n).” You shook it firmly. 

“Do you look for a dress?”, the girl asked with a huge grin. “Uh no, I don’t have the money for that”, you replied, a little ashamed. 

“I only look for fabric. Maybe I can make my own”, you added. 

“So you will go to the ball today?”, Wanda questioned in excitement. “I will go and I know no one, so it would be nice to get to know somebody already!”

“To be honest, it’s complicated”, you answered. Wanda frowned, then she smiled again. “I have lots of time until my dress is ready.”

So you told her that your stepmother didn’t let you go and that you didn’t have the money nor the skills or time to make a dress yourself. “So I don’t think I will make it”, you finished. 

“No no no, you have to go!”, Wanda protested. You gave her a sad smile, but shook your head. “Look at me Wanda! I can’t attend the ball looking like this”

The girl stayed silent, until her face lit up again. “I could buy you a dress”, she suggested but you shook your head. 

“No, you can’t do that for me!”, you stated but Wanda seemed to be convinced of her idea. “Of course! You want to go to the ball and I don’t want to go alone.” Her eyes sparkled and you knew you didn’t have the heart to turn her down.

“I will pay you back”, you insisted and she nodded. “But what if you buy me the dress, but my stepmother recognices me at the ball? She would kick me out before I would be able to blink”, you wondered. 

Wanda stilled. “I have a plan, trust me. Just tell me you will come and I will take care of your family”, she reassured. 

You thought about it for a moment, but decided to let it go and put faith in her. If she would buy you a dress, you shouldn’t question her.

You picked a beautiful blue dress that was astonishing and not too expensive. You would have chosen a simpler one, but Wanda demanded you to pick a better one. She told you that her parents had died early and had left her and her twin brother Pietro a lot of money.

Then you said goodbye to Wanda and hurried home as fast as you could. The dress had been placed in a bag, but it was heavy over your shoulder and every step was a torture.

You slipped through the backdoor, eased that the others hadn’t returned yet. 

A sigh of relief left you when you had hidden the dress under the loose floorboards at the attic. Your stepmother and your stepsisters didn’t dare to come up here, so there was no way that they could discover your secret.

You smiled to yourself. You would go to the ball!

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