#natasha is probably fun to party with in the club if she's happy drunk

[enyoalkis]

Ukraine disapproves of her younger sister’s wild and chaotic partying antics while drunk. 🤣

Based on this hilarious unhinged pic of the Fanning sisters at Dakota Fanning’s 29th birthday party in 2023.

[a7xlizardqueen]

Title: Your Knight in a Sweater Vest

Overall Rating: NC-17

Overall Warnings: Parental bullying, mentions of bulimia, nudity(?), drinking, partying, cursing, very slight mention of war and trauma, smut

Pairing: Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: When you need help dealing with your rude and overbearing family, your best friend Steve Rogers comes to the rescue. Modern!AU - For @barnesrogersvstheworld Writing Challenge Shot Through the Heart #shotthroughtheheart3k

Chapter: 6/10

Word Count: 2,109 words

Chapter Warnings: Cursing, drinking, partying, bit of smut

-X-X-X-

"Time to stop working, bitch!" Natasha's voice cuts through your working concentration.

She and Wanda come charging in to your work room, turning your music off and halting your work. You look up at the clock to realize that you've been working for 4 hours straight. You finish sanding off the edge and stretch.

"I love the smell in here," Wanda says with a smile as Natasha hands you a glass of sparkling rosé.

"So, what are you gonna wear tonight, Y/N? You gotta look smoking," Nat winks.

"And why do I need to look smoking?"

"You wanna impress Steve, don't you?"

"No," you laugh.

"Oh, come on!" Wanda begs, "Please indulge us. We wanna doll you up and see what Steve does."

"He'd probably look at me like I have two heads."

"I have a much different theory," Natasha smirks.

"Yeah, well, I think you were hit on the head as a child."

She shrugs, "Probably. Now go shower, you smell like sawdust."

"I like the smell of sawdust."

"Not the look we're going for tonight!" Wanda yells, pushing you out the door and down the hall.

-X-X-X-

"No, absolutely not," you refuse when you see the dress that Natasha and Wanda have laid out for you. It must be one of Nat's, the skin tight red dress certainly didn't come out of your closet.

"Oh, come on, you'd look great in it," Natasha pouts.

"Yeah, and I'd be extremely uncomfortable. I will pick out my own outfit, thank you very much."

"At least show a little skin!" Wanda yells when you disappear into the closet.

You grab a pair of distressed, ripped skinny jeans and a Rolling Stones crop tank top. Since you know they'll bitch if you just wear converse you pick instead a pair of black high-heeled boots.

"How's this?" You ask, throwing the clothes on the bed.

Natasha throws herself down on the bed dramatically, sobbing into the covers.

"Deal with it."

They did deal with it, on the condition they were allowed to do your hair and makeup. They were kind, though. Natasha left your hair long and loose, curling it a bit. Wanda gave you simple dark eyes and red lips.

You roll your eyes as the black stretch limo pulls up in front of your apartment. Clint's upper body is sticking out of the roof, a bottle of champagne in his hand.

"What, are we going to prom?"

"Ride in style, baby!" Clint cheers before disappearing back into the limo.

He reappears, tumbling out of the door with Sam and Steve. Clint is immediately on Natasha, planting wet kisses on her lips. Sam helps Wanda in to the limo. Steve has his hands deep in his jeans pockets, another sign of nervousness. He looks good, wearing a distressed blue Captain America tee. You recognize it from his college days, only now it stretches just a bit more over his chest and arms in a most fascinating way.

He clears his throat and motions towards you, "You look great, Y/N."

You blush, "Thanks, Steve."

Why are you blushing? You don't care if Steve thinks you look good. You continue to stare at each other awkwardly.

"Drink?"

"Definitely."

Steve helps you into the limo and you take a seat between him and Bucky, who passes you a glass of champagne.

"To a beautiful night!" Sam cheers. You clink glasses as the limo pulls away.

-X-X-X-

The line outside the club is incredibly long. But being friends with Clint and Natasha has its benefits. They know a lot of people. You get in to the club immediately and are escorted to a private VIP booth at the back, a chilled bottle of champagne waiting for you.

After a glass of champagne and many shots you get your usual Jack and coke before Natasha drags you to the dance floor. Bucky and Sam soon follow. Bucky leans in close so that only you can hear him.

"He hasn't taken his eyes off you all night."

You roll your eyes but curiosity gets the better of you. Glancing over at the table you can see the back of Clint's head. He's flailing his hands around, talking animatedly about something. Steve is watching you over Clint's shoulder. You look back at Bucky to see him smiling at you. You ignore him and head to the bar. He's still smirking.

"It doesn't mean anything, Bucky."

"He likes you, doll. I know it."

You order two drinks, continuing to ignore the brat at your side.

"And you like him. Do you think I'd bring it up if I didn't think you guys were perfect for each other? You're my best friends, I don't wanna see either one of you get hurt."

"Wishful thinking, Buck."

Bucky shakes his head and orders a drink. You down one of yours immediately. Bucky finds someone much more interesting to talk to.

"Y/N?! I knew it was you!" A feminine voice shouts from behind you.

You spin around to see your cousin Ines. From what you've been told, her mother used to be exactly like yours, the two sisters had been inseparable. But one day Ines' mother met a handsome and romantic Portuguese man and the next thing anyone knew she'd run away with him to Portugal. They came back home after a few years with Ines in tow, and your aunt was much different.

Ines' experience with the family was much like your own, however she'd always had a support system behind her. The love and encouragement of her parents had turned her into the confident, beautiful, and curvaceous woman she is today. You gape in astonishment at how amazing she looks. You hadn't seen each other in years.

"Oh, my God!" You shriek, throwing your arms around her. "You look fantastic!"

"So do you!"

"Come on, you have to meet my friends."

You pull Ines back towards the table with you. Bucky arrives right after carrying a tray of shots.

"Guys!" You yell over the booming bass, "This is my cousin, Ines!"

"Well, hello, beautiful," Sam pushes out of the booth to take Ines' hand, "Samuel Wilson, at your service."

He places a kiss on her hand. Ines is eyeing him like a piece of candy. Sam has absolutely no idea what he's getting himself into.

"Ines, this is Sam, Bucky, Clint, Natasha, Wanda, and -"

"Steve," he interrupts, "The boyfriend."

You clench your jaw and fight the urge to roll your eyes. Ines smiles widely and gives you a cheeky look. Steve pulls you into the booth next to him and Ines slides in between Bucky and Sam.

"Is she a good one?" Steve whispers in your ear.

"I wouldn't have brought her over if she wasn't," you respond.

"I guess you've met the family, then," Ines smirks.

"Guys, take your damn shots already!" Bucky yells.

-X-X-X-

The night continued on with laughter, alcohol and conversation abound. Sam and Ines were getting very cozy on the dance floor. Clint and Natasha were cuddling at the back of the booth. You, Wanda, and Bucky were out on the dance floor. Everything felt very warm and fuzzy, you were deep into that drunk haze where you notice nothing around you. That is until a pair of large, hot hands landed on your hips and a wide chest pressed against your back.

You glance up. You don't think Steve will be very happy if he sees someone else dancing with you. Oh, it is Steve. Your heart jumps in your chest and when Steve's hands graze up your stomach it feels like a bolt of lightning strikes you to the core. You gasp and press back against him, your head falling onto his shoulder.

The beat pounds through your veins and reverberates in your bones. Your skin tingles with every little touch of Steve's fingertips. You must have lost track of time. You have no idea how many songs, or how long, you danced. By the time Bucky came to tell you the limo was back to take you home you were both a sweaty, tangled mess. All the heat in your body had zeroed in on your lower stomach.

The chill night air was like a blast of ice against your skin as you head out to the limo. Everything is still foggy around the edges, more so even. You sit in the first available seat, ending up across from Steve. His eyes are dark and half-lidded, you can't take your gaze away and he doesn't relent, except to graze your body with his heated stare. Each brush of his knee against yours sends fireworks shooting up your leg. You ache and shift in your seat, trying to relieve the pressure even a little.

You jump when Clint pats your arm, you hadn't realized the limo had stopped.

"This is you, Y/N," Clint is smirking.

You glance around to find everyone laughing and smiling, giving Steve and you the side-eye. You clear your throat and chuckle lightheartedly.

"Night, guys. I had lots of fun."

"Yeah, you did!" Wanda giggles.

You ignore her and step out of the vehicle, wave once more and then head up the walkway.

"I'm gonna make sure she gets up okay," You hear Steve say lowly from inside the car.

"Yeah, yeah, you ain't leaving tonight. See ya later, man," Sam is chuckling.

Steve's hurried footsteps catch up to you at the door. You turn the key in the lock and Steve opens it immediately, holding it for you. You call the elevator down, the doors open immediately. You can see Steve in the reflection, his eyes meet yours, still hot and dark. Then his hand touches your back, you��re not sure if you turn around or if he turns you but his lips touch yours and his tongue delves in to your mouth and a loud, utterly needy moan escapes from the depths of your belly. He tastes like whiskey and smells like cologne and sweat. Your breath catches in your throat and your chest constricts.

He must have pushed the button for your floor, the doors open and you get a boost of confidence. You push Steve suddenly out the doors and he goes flying into the opposite wall. His chest heaves as he breathes deeply, quickly. His hair is mussed, and he eyes you challengingly. You rush out of the elevator at the same time he surges forward. Your mouths meet in a clash of tongues and teeth. You grab a fistful of his shirt and pull him towards your apartment. Steve pushes you against the wall next to the door and lifts you up, setting himself between your legs.

When his pelvis meets yours you gasp at the sensation that shoots up from your clit.

"Fuck!" You moan loudly, unable to stop it.

"I want you so bad," Steve whispers against your neck between nips and kisses.

"Me, too," you whine as he grinds himself against you.

You haven't felt this turned on in years.

Steve takes the keys from your hand and slips the key into the lock. He stumbles inside, pushing you against the door once he has it shut.

"I know I shouldn't, but I don't care," he mumbles, pulling your scrap of a shirt over your head. He places a trail of kisses down your neck, over your collarbone, to the soft, plush skin swelling above your bra. "As soon as I saw you tonight I wanted you."

His hand comes up to cup your breast and his fingers curl into the top of your bra, just barely brushing your nipple. He looks up at you for permission. You nod your head eagerly. Steve's fingers yank the bra down, exposing your heated skin to the cool air, causing your nipple to pebble. He covers it with his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue.

You arch my back and throw an arm around his head, keeping him in place.

"Fuck, Steve, yes," you moan and push your core against him, seeking a relieving friction, "I want you."

Steve's movements become frantic. You slip a little in his arms as he stumbles his way through the kitchen, past the living room, down the hall, and into your bedroom. He fumbles for the light on the wall for a few seconds before whispering a muffled "Fuck it" and continuing on. He almost trips over something on the floor, probably an old shirt, until he finally reaches the bed. Your head is swimming and your body is so hot. Steve tosses you down on to the bed, your stomach rolls, and everything goes black.