#his smoky eyeshadow though is *chefs kiss*

[hetalia-club]

I think Rouge-mano is surpassing Bard-taly as my favorite pretty boy. (Yes I know he's beat to hell again okay? He can take a hit like an absolute champ though)

[leonameowzz]

🌟VDC Special Stage ft. Dorm Leaders🌟

So this happened and here we are now 😂😂😂

P.S. @twsted-caramel​ It just occurred to me while writing this, but if the TW boys ever decide to perform Baepsae, it will be the end of us all...

Scenario: In order to promote NRC and VDC, Crowley blackmails requests the dorm leaders to perform a ‘special stage’ during the event. How will their performance turn out?

They are performing BTS’ Black Swan since it’s very fitting for NRC

The stage has been designed to give off a mysterious yet elegant vibe, fully coordinated by Vil and the rest of Pomefiore

The dorm leaders are fully decked out in all-black WITH CORSETS; along with eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow

The line distribution is as follows: Riddle-Jimin; Leona-Suga; Azul-Jin; Kalim-JHope; Vil-Jungkook; Idia-RM; Malleus-V

Riddle is inexperienced with this sort of thing, but it didn’t mean that he wouldn’t put in the absolute effort to ensure everything is perfect. After countless hours of practice, his efforts finally paid off and his performance proved that.

We all know that Leona is naturally talented, he’s just too lazy to put in effort into anything. But when he actually gets motivated, his on-stage charisma is definitely undeniable. Said motivation stems from wanting to upstage Malleus as payback for Magift.

Azul has previously shown to possess a melodious voice, though his dancing did require lots of practice. He was eventually able to master the choreography thanks to Kalim’s tutoring. Mostly agree to perform in order to promote Mostro Lounge.

Having been dancing since young, Kalim was practically born ready for this. He was the only one, aside from Vil, who was actually eager to perform from the get-go. His enthusiasm is infectious as he prances around the stage effortlessly, attracting loud cheers from the audience.

As the center, leader and visual of the group, Vil doesn’t tolerate any mistakes. He practiced even harder than Riddle, knowing the huge responsibility riding on his shoulders.

Idia had been prepared to use any excuse to exempt himself, if not for Ortho’s pleading. Thankfully he has much prior practice to such performances, having frequently danced along to his favourite Gakemo idol group.

Malleus certainly enjoyed himself throughout the entire thing, mostly because it was one of the rare times he had been invited to something. Humans certainly engaged in some interesting activities. He was also secretly hoping to impress a certain Child of Man.

Basically, the more confident ones were full on strutting their stuff on stage, while even the others who fumbled in the beginning were genuinely having fun performing

At one point during the performance, the camera pans in on each dorm leader for their solo shot, and the stares they’re giving is just- *chefs kiss*

As a grand finale, Vil emerges with black angel wings as he poses majestically, not forgetting to shoot Neige a victorious smirk

Overall, they are able to complete the performance without a hitch, even garnering many fans! Though of course it’s to be expected, they didn’t train all that time for nothing!

Basically this performance just cemented the fact that the NRC dorm leaders are not just regular bad boys, they’re talented AND sexy bad boys~ 😍😍😍

[myhockeyworld87]

Not So Dangerous Liaison - Sidney Crosby - Part 6

Word Count: 3,259

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language

Notes: Here’s the next part of the Sid series. Let me know what you guys think about it.

NSDL Masterlist

Once you closed the door to your hotel room, you threw yourself on the bed. What the actual hell had just happened? You'd been trapped in an elevator with Sidney Crosby, your brain screamed. The fact that you literally almost kissed him in those last few moments had your mind spinning. What the hell had you been thinking? Obviously, you weren't. Maybe you could blame it on lack of oxygen or something. That was a thing when you were stuck in a confined space, right? If it wasn't, there was always temporary insanity.

 Who were you kidding? You wanted to kiss Sidney, and damn if it didn't feel right at that moment. Well until the lights came on and the elevator started. It was like divine intervention because lord knew you shouldn't be kissing him or anyone on the team. How did you go from telling him there was nothing between you and Beau one minute, to wanting to make out with him in the next? It wasn't like you hadn't wanted to kiss Sid before, but you'd pushed those feelings aside long ago when he'd made it clear he wasn't interested in you, but today, all that changed.

 He'd been so kind and caring, the way he'd calmed you down. God, you could still feel his hands on your hips when he held you tight to him and that was what, forty-five minutes ago. This fact alone had you rethinking dinner, though you had no choice but to go. Half the team was going; you could easily avoid Sidney, or at least you tried to convince yourself of this. Twenty minutes, that's what you were giving yourself to wallow in this self-mortification, and then you were getting your ass up, putting this whole incident behind you, while you got ready for dinner.

 You closed your eyes, and let your mind drift off to what it would've been like had the elevator not turned on in that minute. You let yourself dream of what it would be like to feel his lips on yours, his slightly chapped from all his time spent on the ice, yet still soft and tender on yours. It was easy to imagine them slowly moving against yours, just exploring, as his hands curled around your neck drawing you closer as he deepened the kiss. It was almost as if you could feel the gentle pressure of his lips as they sought entrance to yours. Your eyes flew open, what the fuck were you doing? This needed to stop. Jumping off the bed, you pushed thoughts of Sid and his lips behind you and started to get ready.

 Since you had a little extra time, you curled your long locks, fingering combing them out into the perfect waves that framed your face. Picking up your makeup brush, you applied a little more eyeshadow to your lids, giving them a smoky look for the evening. A bit more blush and a deep red lip completed the looked, the only thing missing was the dress. You'd checked out the restaurant the guys had chosen earlier on Yelp and found that it was an upscale Michelin star restaurant. Thank god, you had a dress packed that would be suitable. The black lace halter dress, was a bit shorter than knee length and had a lace bodice to it. You'd packed it with a blazer you could pair it with to make it less sexy for work. Though it was totally an appropriate cocktail dress for dinner. Slipping on the pair of slingback heels you'd brought, you were ready to go. Grabbing your coat, you gave yourself one last look in the mirror, before sliding the long wool cloth over your shoulders and heading out the door.

 When you came face to face with the elevator, you did a complete one-eighty and headed towards the stairs, not sure if you were avoiding your fears about being stuck in small spaces or your feelings for Sidney. At least the hotel wasn't one of those thirty-some floor ones and it was only about five flights until you were down on the ground floor headed for the lobby. A few of the guys were milling about, waiting till everyone arrived before heading out.

 "There she is. Heard someone got stuck in the elevator for a bit." Flower chuckled as he looped an arm around your shoulders. "See you avoided it this time."

 "Ha, ha, you're so funny. Let me shove you in there for an hour and see if you get back inside afterward."

 "So, did you kill Sid in there or should we expect him for dinner?" Phil asked laughing the entire time.

 You went to answer but were cut off by Tanger. "He lives." It was met with resounding cheers, from a couple of the other guys. "See you took the stairs as well." Sid looked over at you, a knowing smile on his lips.

 "I suppose we won't be living this down any time soon." He pointedly said to you. He was wearing a plain black suit, with a white shirt sans tie, with a few buttons undone. Just that tiny bit of exposed flesh had you yearning to be shoved back in the elevator for a few more hours with him again.

 "No I don't think we will." Jake and Dumo finally joined the party and you all set out to the restaurant, which was only a few blocks away. The air was crisp and you were thankful for the protection your coat gave from the wind whipping through the streets.

 "Maybe we should've taken a car, eh?" It was Sid's voice beside you that startled you as a particularly strong gust came by.

 You chuckled before answering. "It is a little cold for April." He offered you his arm, as the sidewalk got a little icy and you took it. "Thanks." For a second you let yourself believe it was just the two of you and not over a dozen other guys going out to dinner. You weren't going to lie, it would be nice to have his sole attention again. No sooner did you have that thought, then you rounded the corner and there was the restaurant. Phil held the door open, and you filed inside, Sid trailing behind you. Ever the gentlemen, he offered to take your coat, sliding it off your shoulders and revealing the dress you'd worn.

 One of the guys gave a low whistle, and as you turned you saw Sid scowl at either Phil or Schultzy; you couldn't be sure who. "I think that dress is illegal in some states." Flower joked with you, and you just cocked your head and gave him that look. "Seriously, though you look gorgeous. Are you sure you want to hang out with us meatheads?"

 "I feel like you're up for the intellectual challenge." You gave him a wink and then followed the hostess back to a private room, they had for your party. So far, your resolve to stay away from the temptation that was Sidney Crosby wasn't working, in fact it was the exact opposite. So, when he pulled the chair out of the middle of the table for you to sit, you did with a thank you to him of course, but he then proceeded to take the seat next to you. It only stood to reason that fate wouldn't be on your side, as the man was making it harder and harder for you to forget what had passed between you two only hours ago. "Do you guys come here whenever you're in DC?" You asked the room at large, though it was Sid that answered.

 "Um, we've been here a few times before. The duck confit is really good but so is the lobster waterzooi." You looked at the menu in front of you reading the descriptions, which both sounded delicious. "But order whatever you want, order two; it's on us tonight."

 The waiter came over then and interrupted the two of you. "May I get you a drink to start your evening off?" You hadn't really had a chance to look at the wine list, so you weren't really sure what to order.

 "I'll just have a glass of your Cabernet."

 "Of course miss, was there a particular one I could get you?" You quickly scanned the wine list looking for the cab section.

 "Why don't you just bring us a bottle of the 2010 Chappellet," Sid told him, and the man nodded and moved down to get Rusty's order. You finally reached the cabernet section and saw that the bottle cost over three hundred dollars. "Hope you don't mind sharing."

 "Um no, but you didn't have to get the most expensive bottle on here."

 "We're celebrating, remember." His brow raised and you were beginning to wonder if he was flirting with you.

 Conversation flowed throughout dinner, everyone asking about the incident in the elevator; which both you and Sid neatly avoided the almost ending. A few of the guys talked about the game coming up, and you chimed in with some of the missed opportunities you'd seen happen the past couple of games. Which really seemed to impress Sid, as well as the guys. The whole evening was simply amazing. There was laughing, joking and so many stories shared, and through it all you felt like part of the team.

 There were also soft touches from Sid. A hand on your arm here, the brush of his knee there; it was all too much and yet not enough at the same time. Though there was one thing for sure, he was definitely flirting with you. As the waiter cleared your dinner plates, you were wondering if there was some small elevator you could possibly get stuck in with Sid at the restaurant. The waiter broke your thoughts however. "Did you enjoy your dinner miss?"

 "Yes it was wonderful. Please send my compliments to the chef."

 Dumo, who'd been sitting on the other side of Sid, chimed in. "If he has a minute, I'd love to tell him how delicious that wine reduction was on the filet, and maybe pick his brain on it." Dumo was a food aficionado and didn't want to miss an opportunity to learn something from a Michelin star chef.

 "I'll see if he has a moment." He disappeared and conversation around you continued on.

 You got pulled into a conversation with Phil about a fishing boat that he was looking at buying, and in the end you offered to do some research for him; before Sid pulled you back to him. "So I was wondering, if maybe we could continue…." You didn't get a chance to hear the rest, as the chef came out to greet the table, though he didn't get more than a hello out before saying.

 "(Y/N), (Y/FullN) is that you?"

 "Christian, oh my god!" He made a beeline for your seat, pulling your chair out so you could rise, only he lifted you off the ground.

 "I can't believe it's you." You giggled for it'd been about four years since you'd last seen each other. Christian set you back down on the ground but didn't let go of you. He held both of your hands in his, stepping back to take in your appearance. "God, you look amazing." He did as well. While Christian's passion had always been food, he'd also been the star running back of the football team as well as running track and playing basketball. He clearly still stayed in shape, as even his chef jacket couldn't hide his muscular physique. You went to tell him how great he looked as well, but he stopped you. "Where was this dress back when I took you to winter formal?"

 "Not in my wardrobe yet, but look at you. Is this your restaurant?"

 "It is. Speaking of which," He turned to the team. "I hope everyone enjoyed dinner." There was a resounding amount of yeses and it was delicious, but it was Flower who spoke up and said.

 "Not as much as the show right now."

 It hit you then, that all eyes were on you and Christian. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. Guys this is Christian Werner, we went to high school together. Christian, meet most of the Pittsburgh Penguins."

 "Why am I not surprised you're surrounded by a dozen athletes?" You swatted his shoulder, the gesture a familiar one.

 "I work for the team now." You said by way of explanation for being at dinner with the guys.

 "She's become an invaluable part of us," Sidney spoke, a bit of possessiveness in his voice.

 "Of that, I have no doubt." Christian turned his full attention on you then. "You know my dad is still holding out hope that you'll be his daughter-in-law someday."

 "Oh, stop."

 "Or don't." Flower chirped. "I feel like we're going to get the scoop on this one here."

 "What scoop? You guys already know me." You insisted.

 "Oh so they know about the time, that you snuck into the high school garage and decided to throw, what was undoubtedly one of the biggest beer parties in our school's history."

 You winced at the memory. "What?" you heard a chorus of guys ask.

 A sigh left your lips before you said. "It wasn't that big of a party and it wasn't all my idea."

 "Maybe not, but you were the one who had us take out all the outside lights out so we wouldn't be caught." Christian wrapped an arm around your shoulders and drew you into his side. "And if memory serves me right, it was also your idea to sneak out of the hotel to go to a club on our senior class trip."

 "That was only supposed to be a handful of us. If I remember, it was your mouth that told Alexis, because you had a crush on her and she blabbed it to everyone else."

 "Well if I would've known you only wanted it to be just the two of us back then; I never would've given Alexis a second thought." You could feel the eyes of all the guys burrowing into yours. Christian had always been a notorious flirt, that you always thought was harmless, but tonight there was something different about it. As if he was staking a claim on you in front of the team, though he had none to make.

 "Don't flatter yourself. The only reason I asked you was so you'd tell Stephen Cartwright, but you failed miserably at that." The team laughed, dissolving some of the tension in the air.

 "Ouch, you wound me, but here I am being a horrible host. I don't believe you've had dessert yet, and I do know how (Y/N) here can't resist something sweet." There was something about the way he said the last part of that statement that had both you, and from the looks of it some of the guys, thinking he wasn't exactly offering dessert but something else entirely. Maybe it was the way his hand slid down your arm to the small of your back only to brush along the top of your ass, as he spoke the words, but it made you uncomfortable all the same.

 "You really don't have to do that Christian." Part of you wanted to step out of his embrace completely, but then you didn't want to make a scene.

 "It's really no trouble. Why don't I show you the kitchen, while the staff gets things ready? You guys don't mind do you?" He asked everyone, yet didn't give them time to object. "Sam, get everyone another round of drinks on the house." He then led you to the back of the restaurant, where his staff was busy fixing dinner, as well as the aforementioned dessert.

 "Wow, Christian this is all amazing. Your parents must be really proud."

 The two of you were weaving in and out of stoves and cooler as you went deeper into the kitchen. "It's not so bad. I'm actually thinking about opening another restaurant in Pittsburgh. You know something a little closer to home. Maybe then you could come work for me."

 You lightly laughed at his comment, as he showed you into his office. "And what would you have me do? You know I'd make a lousy waitress."

 He dragged his knuckles down your bare arm, the effect causing you to shiver and you found yourself taking a step back from him. "The same thing you do for them out there." You cocked your head to the side at his comment.

 "I doubt you need someone to report injuries of your staff to family members." You went to say more but he stopped you.

 "Come on (Y/N), we both know that's not what you do."

 "I'm sorry it most certainly is, as well as other things that are needed." You went to turn but he grabbed your wrist stopping you.

 "It's those other things, that I'm talking about. You can't tell me that you dress like this," He looked you over in a way that made your skin crawl. "And go to dinner with over a dozen men and none of them expect anything in return. You were always a bit wild in school, I just never thought you'd end up doing something like this. Tell me do they take turns every night or do you prefer them in groups."

 Your hand shot up before you even knew what you were doing. How dare he insinuate that you were some whore. Christian's reflexes were quick and he caught your arm before you were able to strike the blow. "All I'm asking for is a little taste of what they have." A sly grin came across his face, that made your stomach turn. "Then maybe we can talk about something more permanent. I'm sure some of the senior staff would enjoy your little perks." His lips smashed into your then, as he jerked your body towards him. When his hands released his grip on you; you brought your knee up and connected it to his groin. "You bitch." As he doubled over in pain, you took the palm of your hand and thrust it into his nose, effectively breaking it in the process, then shoved him to the ground.

 "For the record Christian, I'm not some two-bit whore you can just buy, and those men out there respect me and my job on the team. So, you can go fuck yourself. I only wish your parents could see you right now." With that you turned on your heel, walking straight through the kitchen not making eye contact with anyone. Your emotions were so high, you felt as though you could burst into tears at any second. When you walked back into the private dining room, you could see the concern on each of the men's faces. Your breathing was labored and you were afraid if you said too much, you'd just breakdown and you couldn't do that. So you took a deep breath to calm yourself, then moved to grab your purse. "Thank you guys for the lovely evening, but I…" You faltered then, both in step and in word. "I need to go."

 "(Y/N) are you ok?" Sid looked up at you with worried eyes and though it was his words you heard, you could also vaguely hear his teammates' concern. You nodded then headed straight for the front door.

[geminimoonbeamx]

Naive: Part 3

A/N: I’m so freaking happy you guys seemed to like the story so far!, I wrote this and a few other chapters up in one night! Hopefully I can get you guys as hyped as I am for this story. Oh and if you couldn’t already tell, the reader IS mixed race. Because there’s a serious lack of mixed race reader inserts. If this offends you or deters you just skim over it I guess??

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Just cursing in this chapter because I have the mouth of a sailor. Get ready for it to get smutttayyyyy next chapter tho, my home dogs!

Summary: As the goddaughter of Tony Stark you were no stranger to the Avengers, but when you meet the newest member- you’re a little more then intrigued. Unfortunately for him, Bucky Barnes has caught your eye.

💘💘💘💘💘

It’s honestly insane what a little bit of sleep can do to improve your life.

Well okay, a lot of sleep. You’d slept for like thirty hours straight, thank the mother fuckin’ lord and you felt like a brand new woman.

Especially after you take a couple bong rips.

Wake and baking was a way of life for you, had been since you we’re fifteen years old. There was just nothing like it.

You take a shower, deciding against getting dressed in real clothes and instead you wiggle into a pair of black lace trimmed lounge shorts, and then slip on a wireless bralette. It gives you no support of course, your supple breast sit comfortably and unrestrained. Just the way you liked them to be.

As you sit at your vanity and stare at your reflection in the mirror, your brain cloudy and happy; your eyes slightly red rimmed and low, you feel …numb. But a good numb. The numb you wished you can be forever. You rip the tie from your hair and it tumbles down from the bun it had been in and falls around your shoulders, the silky strands tickling your bare, fresh skin.

Do you think you’re pretty? Fuck yes. Do you think you’re fat? Also, fuck yes.

It was a concept that most people couldn’t seem to understand. How could you admit that you we’re fat and yet still sit and check yourself out in the mirror? Well because to you, fat was just a descriptive word. Not the heinous insult other people thought it was. Yes, you we’re fat. Just like you we’re smart. And fucking hilarious if you do say so yourself… and at the moment, extremely stoned.

Your confidence hadn’t appeared out of thin air, it was something that had been ingrained in you.

Because your mother had never made you question your worth. She didn’t give a shit about the numbers on a scale or cellulite. She didn’t care if your hair was wild and curly, curlier then her, a white woman had known how to handle for years. No- she cared if you we’re kind to others. If you we’re brave enough to go after you wanted and speak up for yourself.

So you had.

You broke away from that fat girls should wear baggy clothes and stay quiet and try to shrink themselves. Nah, fuck that. This fat girl was going to do whatever she wanted.

Did have negative thoughts about yourself sometimes? Duh, you’re a human being. Everyone has ugly thoughts sometimes, but mostly you we’re a little full of yourself.

Like now, as you blend on warm, smoky eyeshadow, carve your brows and contour your face. Drowning yourself in highlighter. Acentuating and defining all of the parts of your face that you loved. You liked primping and pampering yourself, loved all things beauty, really. Eyelash extensions, going for manicures, facials. They we’re all your jam.

When you’re satisfied with yourself, tossing and musing your hair until it falls around your head in a messy way that looks more sexy then homeless you rise, intent on going and finding Wanda or something.

Not wanting to be alone anymore.

You almost walk out of your living room in a bralette- because of comfort reasons but think twice as you pass the mirror by the door.

You really didn’t want to give Tony a coronary on this fine Thursday.

Why couldn’t we all just walk around naked? Everyone would be a lot more comfortable. It would probably bring world peace.

So after throwing on a loose shirt and a cape like McQueen floral kimono you slip into a fluffy pair of slides and start your epic journey to find sustenance, thinking about how human beings greatest down fall was when we made it a systematic norm to have to be clothed… what kind of crazy weed had Jessica sold you?

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You don’t think it’s attention you like, and you’ve thought about it a lot.

No, it’s affection.

You’d always been a…touchy person, and it had tended to get you into trouble. You understood boundaries, you just hated them. You didn’t know why it was such a taboo to show the people you cared about that you cared. Why was intimacy in friendships so frowned upon? Why couldn’t you wrap your arms around your friends. Kiss them on the cheek? Cuddle with them?

It just had never been a big deal to you. You liked touching, and fuck, did you liked to be touched.

When you walk into the kitchen, you’re surprised to find the gathering there.

Nat, Wanda and Clint stand at the island, cutting up veggies and talking between themselves. Thor and Bruce sit at a table with Steve and Bucky. It all seems so…pleasant. One of those rare quaint, normal moments in the tower. It would make anyone smile.

“Goodmorning, sunshines” You greet them as you walk in.

You steal a piece of tomato from Natasha’s cutting board and plop it into you mouth.

“Y/N you are aware that it’s almost one, right?” She informs you with a smile to which you just shrug.

“Technicalities. It’s still noon-ish so it’s morning…pretty much”

“Flawed way of thinking you got there, squirt” Clint criticized. His eleven year old had better sleeping habits then you.

“Flawed or brilliant?”

“You sound just like Tony” Bruce calls from his place across the room and you pull your head from the fridge.

“Why thanks”

When you cant find anything that catches your eye in the massive fridge, even though its brightly lit with an array of food, you call for FRIDAY and ask her if she could have the chef cook you up some Nutella crepes, “please and thank you!”

“How high are you right now?” Wanda reaches over to whisper to you knowingly and you lean forward to rest your chin on her shoulder, her long dark hair tickling your face pleasantly.

“Super. You have to try this shit that I got from Jessica, it’s crazy” You reply, your breath hot on her ear so that she’s the only one who can hear you.

The both of you break out in to giggles, girlish and young sounding. Wanda missed this, the having a connection like this with someone. Welcoming and relishing another’s touch in a way that was both intimate and utterly innocent.

She’d had it with Pietro…and then he’d gone and left her alone and she thought that was the end of it.

But then you’d gotten close to her, befriended her, and there it was again. Being able to just, melt with someone was something that should be cherished. She cherished her friendship with you. The way you let her lean into you with no resistance. You and your bright eyes and contagious laugh. She felt…she felt more like Wanda when she was with you. Less like Scarlett Witch.

Bucky hadn’t meant to watch you for as long as he had. He’d turned to you when you’d entered the room and hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away, for more then mere moments, since. It was a mixture of the tiny shorts you had on, the way the black lacy material rode up your sumptuous thighs…but mostly it was your interaction with Wanda. He wasn’t particularly close to her(he wasn’t particularly close to anyone except for Steve and Sam…although he’d never admit it) but he’d never seen the girl like this. Like you’d somehow lit her up from the inside.

The two of you we’re whispering and laughing like school girls, carefree and light and it stirred something in his stomach.

His eyes snap away as you approach the table.

“Hello sirs” you salute as you come up and take the seat in between Steve and Thor. It’s comical how intensely the two men dwarf you.

“Hello little woman” Thor squeezes your shoulder, his big palm encompassing the flesh “How was your sleep? It seems like it’s been days since you graced us with your presence”

You cant help bite your lips together to hide a grin. Would you ever get over the regal manner in which Thor talked?

Probably not.

“Yeah, Y/N. How are you feeling today? Less drowsy?” It’s the tone in Bruce’s voice you don’t like, not his words. He’s using his doctor’s voice on you.

Yes, Bruce knew about your…situation. Tony had told him, with your permission, so that he could help monitor the process. You didn’t mind him knowing, you just didn’t want him blowing it and everyone finding out about it. It was a sensitive subject for you and you’d rather keep it quiet. It’s not that you didn’t trust the others its just…you weren’t ready for it to be public knowledge.

You didn’t want to be looked at differently.

“I’m fine” You play it off “My sleeping schedule’s just been off. I just had to reset my internal clock to the eastern time zone. No biggie’”

Bruce wants to ask you more but he’s a smart man, and decides he’d press the issue later in the privacy of the lab. He knew what it was like to want to keep a secret, and he wasn’t about to go making you uncomfortable by blowing yours.

You reach over to steal one of the fries off of Steve’s plate, sticking you tongue out at him “How has you guy’s day been so far? No alien invasions yet?”

You had a way of setting the atmosphere, keeping it light.

You talk with the guys until Bruce leaves, needing to go run some labs or smash some things…okay that was an asshole joke, you chastise yourself. You didn’t like teasing him about his little green problem, Thor follows him. Talking about some meeting he was being “forced unwillingly to attend”

“Good luck, big guy” You kiss his cheek before he leaves.

“So really, what have you guys been up to today” You ask the two men you’re left with as you cut into your crepes.

“Nothin’ much, it’s been a quiet one so far. Just training. I was thinking about going for a walk later on, maybe Central Park? Get some sketching in while I can” Steve answers.

“You drawing more, Steve? That’s amazing! You’ll have to show me some of your stuff sometime! I remember they were always so good” You urge him excitedly. Since you’d known him, you’d tried to push him to take his art seriously. Fuck knows it was his only release. You had a feeling even Steve Rogers had a breaking point, you also had no desire to ever see it.

Only Steve’s ears turn red, which is actually progress for him “Yeah, I can do that”

“Really? So a pretty girl asks to see your sketchbook and your game, but I, your best friend cant?” Bucky sees an opening and cant help but take it “Whatta’ Jerk”

Okay, where did that come from? You fight to keep the shock off of your face. Pretty girl? Really?

“Well she’s not a crap critic like you are” Steve justifies himself “Last time I showed you somethin’ you told me that I couldn’t draw dog paws for shit”

“Hey, I was just kidding. That was about a year ago, too!” Bucky sounds truly apologetic and you break out into a squawk of laughter.

“You guys are so married, oh my god” You shake your head at the two of them. It’s cute… seeing them together. Both of their guards way down.

“Don’t encourage his behavior, Y/N” Steve’s trying not to chuckle.

You turn your attention to Bucky then, your body literally angling towards him as you focus in. “What about you, Bucky? Any big plans?”

Why? Why does his brain turn off when you look at him like that? Your gleaming eyes looking at nothing but his face.

“Uh- nothing yet, doll”

“Awe if I didn’t have to go shopping I’d say lets have our marathon!”

“Marathon?” Steve wonders, his eyes flashing between the two of you.

“Yeah, I’m going to force Bucky to watch Harry Potter with me. You know, bring his life great enlightenment and fulfilment” You answer him nonchalantly, taking a bite of your food. Letting out a little moan and crossing your eyes “Oh my gosh this is amazing”

Did you mean to look so sexual? The way your pretty lipstick coated lips wrapped around that fork had Bucky tensing.

“No really you guys, who even is this new chef? Is he the second coming of Christ? Taste this!” You encourage as you cut another piece and hold it out to Bucky, your hand under it incase it falls.

He doesn’t know what to do. Does he turn you down? Would that be rude? Would it hurt your feelings?

So he just opens his mouth and allows you to feed him the sweet pastry.

“Amazing, huh?”

“Mmhmm, really good” is all Bucky mumbles, trying to keep the heat from his face.

“Steve try it!” You urge, pouting a little when he doesn’t let you shove your fork in his mouth.

As tempting as the offer was- Nutella and the look on your face- Steve had learned his lesson. What if Tony came in and saw you spoon feeding him? Nope.

“I just ate a burger, I gotta’ watch my physique” He teases and your eyebrows knit together.

“Really, take a bite. I’m sure your physique can handle it. Here” You give him the fork so that he can feed himself.

Since when was Steve weird with you like that? You used to be able to…flow with him. Without even thinking about it?

You shrug it off as pot linked paranoia. Just because he didn’t let you spoon feed him didn’t mean you guys weren’t still close. Right?

“Hey are we still going shopping?” Wanda asks as she comes up “If so I’m going to go change?”

“Yeah! Definitely. I need to find a new backpack before I start school again next week. And yeah, I need to change too, you can come get ready with me in my room if you want” You stand quickly, scooting away from the table “You guys can have the rest of that. See ya’ later, gentleman"

And with that your sashaying out of the room with Wanda.

Steve notices Bucky staring at the sway of your hips.

“Bud…”

“Shut up, Steve”

“I told you. Y/N- She’s- Something else” Steve searches for the words “But the kid’s Tony’s pride and joy and we’re still on thin ice with the guy”

“How old is she anyway?” Bucky completely ignores the Tony part of Steve’s sentence. Why’d everyone call her kid? She looked a little young, with that dimpled smile but she was in college so she couldn’t be AS young as they treated her.

“Twenty three” Steve’s response is curt. Matter of fact.

Twenty three, huh? Bucky thinks. That is a little young…a lot younger then his near century. Not young enough for it to deter him, though.

Bucky doesn’t know what to say for a moment. Neither of them do really. It’s quiet as Steve eats the reminder of the crepes because holy shit you hadn’t been lying they were sent from heaven.

Then, Bucky’s handsome face stretches into a devilish smile. One Steve had seen many a’ time.

“She’s got a nice pair of gams on her, doesn’t she?”

Steve tries to purse his lips, but fails in hiding his own wolfish expression.

“That she does”

———

Because even though Steve is Captain America we all know he’s still that little shit from Brooklyn at heart right? Especially when Bucky’s around. Lesbi-honest here I have the major hots for Wanda and it’s taking all of my will power not to write her as a love interest but I really want to focus on a close, strong female friendship…even though I’m dying to have Y/N get her some Wanda😩

As usual give me some feedback! Going to slow? Too fast? Is Y/N too…touchy? What do you think the pills are for and do you want to be tagged? Tellllll me ya’ll

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