#razzle dingely x reader

[sagechanoafterdark]

Shoot Your Shot, Cupid

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader Word Count: 3,770 Warnings: mature language, unbeata'd, soft Bucky, lets assume Sam set him up for this one, female coded reader, happy ending because we all deserve it, TIME SKIIIIIP, best friend with good intentions that shows up for one job and then disappears, speed dating, one obnoxious man, all the soft feelings.

Hello Kittens, and Happy Valentine's Day. It's been a while since I wrote... well anything and I was working on this for a couple of months but I think it's come all together now. Hope you enjoy it!

This couldn’t get much worse.

Tricked by your best friend.

Nay, betrayed.  

By someone you implicitly trusted.

There would be no forgiving this.

Never, not ever.

The dinner and drinks invitation a few days before the start of February was met with trepidation on your part. All Christmas season you’d feigned interest as Mellony, your best friend, thrust every single co-worker, neighbor, and wait staff at you to find you someone to share the holiday with.

You couldn’t blame her. After all, Mellony was blissfully happy with her fiancée and only wanted the same for you.

All that you could forgive.

But this?

This was a complete and utter betrayal.

A deep and unimpressed frown marred your face as Mellony took the sticky name tag off the table with her perfectly manicured nails. Peeling the back with an ear-to-ear grin and pressed it against your chest. “There,” she exclaimed with joy, lacing her fingers together. “Now you’re all set.”

Looking down at the beautifully scrawled letters framed by little hearts you couldn’t help but curl your lip and whine, “Mel, you promised.”

The blond snorted and rolled her enormous puppy dog eyes, “I never promised anything.” Looping her arm through yours she practically began to drag you through the convention center doors and past the sign that sealed your fate.

Cupids Bow Speed Dating Event.

“Yes, you did,” you reaffirmed. Glancing around the room packed full of men and women in a combination of sweaters, suits, and cocktail dresses. “You promised not to try and set me up with anyone again.”

“This is my speed dating event. It doesn’t count.”

“I can assure you it does.”

“Nooooo,” she practically sang, turning around on her heel with that adorable mischievous smile of hers. “I promised that I wouldn’t set you up with anyone I knew. Everyone here was vetted by my team. I don't know any of these people.”

Grumbling she began tugging you towards the stage as intro music began to play softly from the DJ booth. Mellony paused, gripping your hand tight and looking down at you as the DJ introduced her, “Please, stay? I just want you to find someone.”

“Mel,” you hissed with disapproval. “I don’t need to find someone.”

Whether or not she heard you was unclear as the music swelled and Mellony put on her famous razzle dazzle smile and waved at everyone as she took the microphone and the presentation began. Your eyes swung to the crowd of people, more than three dozen people silhouetted against the stage lights and it made you shiver.

This was going to be a disaster.

Twenty minutes later your mind was glazed over with the audacity of men.

With every new ding of the bell, you found yourself becoming more annoyed. The match-making event progressed easily. People were divided into groups based on results from a questionnaire, something you distinctly remember Mel presenting to you as a fun Cosmo quiz, while one group remained seated the others rotated around the room.

By some stroke of luck, you were one of the people destined to sit. But that also meant that total strangers would be coming to your table to chat with you.

In all your years of singledom,  you’d thought you’d heard it all. Too fat. Too loud. Too smart. Too opinionated. Those were old hat by now, and you weren’t immune to the bitter words from unimportant people.

“I suppose you’re an attractive woman,” the suit across from you said thoughtfully. His eyes never met yours, instead looking around the room likely for the next victim of his charm. “But I’m not really into your hair color. How would you feel about dying it?”

The question hung in the air as you waited for the man to look back at you. When his beady eyes returned to your face you couldn’t hide the disbelief, waving your hand in the air with an icy finality, “Absolutely not. You can go.”

He didn’t wait. Standing so quickly the chair scraped against the floor as he haughtily walked towards the bar. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you pulled out your phone and began to scroll social media waiting for the next bell in fifteen minutes.

Not the wildest thing you’d ever heard, but the gall of some people astounded even you sometimes. This also wasn’t the first event you’d been to that Mel had put on, you’d come to one or two as she’d begun her match-making service so you knew the ins and outs pretty well. But getting the same questions over and over was getting old fast.

What do you do for a living?

Where are you from?

What’s your family like?

What’s your perfect date idea?

BOR-ING!

Just once you’d like someone to ask you a real question, something thoughtful instead of the surface questions you’d find on social media.

You couldn’t believe you wore your favorite dress for this nonsense.

The bell dinged once again and the shadow of a new man sat in front of you.

“Hi.”

“Hello,” you said not looking up from the device in your hand.

“Come here often?”

“To a dating event? No,” the words were flowing out of your mouth easily. Canned responses for canned questions.

There was a heavy pause, “You seem bored.”

“That’s because I am.”

A muted scoff came from the other side of the table, “What would make it more interesting then?”

A long sigh escaped you as you continued scrolling on your phone, “If someone would ask me a question of substance, maybe I would give them a chance for conversation.”

Again a long stretching silence from the other side and you had to resist rolling your eyes.

“Alright,” he rumbled, leaning back against his chair. “Then what’s one gift you always wish you’d gotten, but never did?”

That had your thumb pausing on the endless scrolling you were doing. Finally, your gaze flicked up and your brain stopped working for a brief moment as you took in the disgustingly attractive man sitting your opposite.

Coffee color hair, and a chiseled jaw dotted with a five o’clock shadow would be enough to make even the most choosy of a woman’s breath catch. He was wearing a bulky leather jacket in a building that was pushing 80 degrees, which was odd but not overly strange.

But oddly enough you felt yourself getting drawn in. Not by his cheekbones, the cut of his jaw, the dimple in his chin, or even the semi-scowl he wore.

No, it was his eyes. Bright blue soulful eyes, that sparkled a little as he sat across the table from you. Eyes that told a story all their own and drew you out of your scrolling for the first time that night.

Pursing your lips slightly you thought, “Hmm, I’d have to say it’s a puppy.”

His eyebrow arched slightly, clearly surprised by your answer, “A puppy?”

“Sure,” you said with a slight shrug. “A puppy is something I’ve always wanted but never gotten as a gift from anyone other than myself.”

“What kind of puppy?”

“Oh I don’t have a preferred breed,” you informed, tilting your head a little at the odd conversation. “But as a child, it was what I asked for every year as a present. But I never got one.”

His lips turned up in a half smile and you thought you were going to melt in your seat, “Asking for one every year and not getting one, sounds a little disappointing. Was that just a Christmas thing?”

“Nah,” you laughed a little, fingers picking at a little piece of lint on the edge of your dress. “Christmas, birthdays, Easter didn’t matter. If gifts were being given, it was at the top of my list. Every year I’d be running to the tree and picking up presents, looking for one big enough. It’s a running joke with my friends that I’d marry the first man to give me a puppy for Christmas.”

A brisk laugh escaped him, his lips pulled into a charming smile that had nervous butterflies leap up in your chest. “A puppy for Christmas,” he rumbled thoughtfully. “I’ll have to remember that.”

The response made goosebumps prickle along your skin and you held back a shiver, wetting your suddenly dry lips, “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What’s a gift you always wanted but didn’t get,” you paused briefly a coy smile stretching your lips.

His smile turned into a smirk as he once again leaned back in his chair, blue eyes darting back and forth over your face as he thought about it. It was going well, your impish smile growing along with his own. That is until his smile began to fall, bright blue gaze darting a little more frantically over your face before he licked his lips and an unexpected tremor sounded in his voice, “I think, I think it was a sled.”

“A sled,” you asked, leaning forward a little in intrigue. “Like a big plastic one with the handles? Oh no, I got it you’re definitely an inflatable snow tube kind of guy.”

A balk of laughter sounded from him, making hidden laugh lines appear at the corner of his eyes as they brightened with your playful banter. “Nah,” he exclaimed, waving a hand. “More like a wood and metal one. It had bright red skis and a wooden seat top. That sled was all I wanted as a kid.”

An amused giggle slipped from you, “I had a wagon kind of like that as a kid, it was a radio flyer.”

His fingers snapped as he pointed at you with a little bit of excitement, “That’s it! A Radio Flyer sled, with a rope handle and foot steering bar. Though I don’t think I’d ever get one now. I’m a little too old to go sledding down a hill.”

“Age is all about perspective.”

He snorted, “Tell that to my driver's license.”

Genuine laughter bubbled up from inside of you as you leaned forward in your seat, a teasing retort on your lips. Before you could speak, Mellony rang her little handbell and people began to switch places again. But your blue-eyed stranger lingered at your table.

“Talk to you again?”

He sounded, hopeful. “Yeah,” you croaked out pathetically. “Talk to you again.”

You watched as he stood from your table and made his way across the room to his next table while another man took his place at your own. A feeling of disappointment swelled as you lost sight of him in the crowd of people, the feeling intensifying as this new man briefly introduced themselves before launching into a long Tinder-level introduction.

Two more men sat at your table, barely holding your interest outside of normal pleasantries before Mel rang her handbell in rapid succession. “Alright everyone that’s the first round,” she called from her place at the podium. “We’re going to break for thirty minutes. There are hors d'oeuvres and refreshments at the bar. Please feel free to mingle!”

The room of people began to stand and mill around as an uproar of chatter began. Your eyes picked out a couple of men from your group, pairing up with others and heading to the bar. Cordial smiles turned into pleasant touches and sweetheart eyes as they went.

The Cupids Bow Dating Event was a success and you couldn’t help but feel the swell of pride for your friend.

“Hey, Sourpuss,” Melody greeted, looping her arm through yours. “You having fun yet?”

Your mind drifted back to your blue-eyed stranger, “A little.”

“Well, I don’t know if you know this. But the point of speed dating is to, you know, find a date. I was watching you, and you gotta talk to more than one person,” she sassed.

Your mouth turned down to a frown for a brief moment, “I talked to someone.”

“Oh yeah? What was his name.”

Your mouth opened and closed a couple of times as you realized quickly you’d never even got Mr. Blue-Eyes name, “Shit.”

“What?”

“I didn’t even get Mr. Blue-Eyes name!”

“It’s Bucky.”

Turning around there stood Mr. Blue-Eyes himself, err… you meant Bucky. There was no doubt your embarrassment showed on your face, but the little nervous laugh that slipped out sealed the deal.

Bucky smiled at you, “That is if it’s me you were talking about?”

Wetting your lips you shifted, suddenly nervous before meeting friendly blue eyes, “Yeah,” you squeaked before clearing your throat. “I mean, yes. I’m sorry I missed your name when we talked.”

He was nodding for a brief moment, his eyes darting over towards the bar before taking a few steps closer to you and leaning down. “There’s a restaurant down the street. They’ve got pretty good sushi. You want to get the hell out of here?”

“Oh, my god yes!” The tips of your ears felt hot as you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole but Bucky didn’t seem to notice your embarrassment. Instead, he offered up his right arm and you looped yours into it without hesitation.

Melody’s brow shot up out of surprise, “B-but that was only the first round! There are still two more.”

“I don’t think we need a round two,” Bucky said, the same charming smile pulling at the corner of his mouth and making his eyes crinkle.

“Yeah,” you laughed, in a teasing tone. “This round just might go to Cupid after all.”

Three years later.

Lights twinkled in the living room of your apartment, it was god awful early and you’d carefully planned today. Christmas day and you’d been waiting for this moment for two years now. Quickly and quietly you snuck out of the bedroom where Bucky lay wrapped up in the blankets and made your way to the front closet.

It was hard being sneaky when your boyfriend was a super spy. But after a lot of careful planning, misdirections, and a lot of help from Sam, you’d managed to do it and Bucky was none the wiser.

Tiptoeing towards the hall closet that Bucky never used you opened the squeaky hinged door in just the way so it made no noise. Reaching blindly into the black of the closet you felt around, past the dozen unused coats, jackets, scarves, and hats your hand met the back of the closet wall. Sliding quietly until your fingers brushed the cold metal you were looking for.

Jackpot.

Fingers wrapped around your prize as you gave a firm but gentle tug. A pristine, adult-sized, bright red and creamy wood seat Flex Flyer sled emerged complete with an enormous red bow.

Stifling a giggle you set it down.

“What are you doing?”

A shriek tore out of your throat as you jumped what felt like twenty feet in the air.

“James Barnes,” you scolded, heart beating a million miles an hour. “What have I said about sneaking up on me?”

“You were being sneaky first,” he said, brows drawn together as he tried to look around you. “What you hiding doll face?”

“Nothing!” You lied, spreading your arms and legs to hide your surprise gift.

It was at that moment you heard the vibration from Bucky’s phone clutched in his hand, the man tried to not look sheepish as he not so covertly pressed the silence button.

Suspicion immediately filled you, “Bucky? What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” He shot back, his brow knits in suspicion.

It was a standoff.

The two of you staring each other down in the dark of the hallway in your matching Christmas pajamas. Someone knocking on the front door startled you both before Bucky cursed under his breath, pointing at you, “Don’t follow me.”

His instruction surprised you as he brushed past you in the small hallway. You scoffed under your breath, “You’re in your PJ’s Buck, how far are you going?”

Bucky paused before going around the corner, “I mean it.” There was another soft but hurried knock and he cursed before disappearing.

A tisk of disapproval escaped you, but urgency filled your movements the second he was out of sight. Hands shaking slightly you hurried, pulling the sled out from the closet with as much silence as you could muster before dashing the Christmas tree. Stuffing the sled behind the tree, a few bulbs swinging back and forth as you fumbled to fluff the crumpled bow on Bucky’s surprise.

A cacophony of hushed grumbles and whispers came from the front door, you could have sworn you heard Sam as the door closed with a thunk and the lock turned. In a matter of seconds Bucky was coming around the corner again, an enormous gold box gripped in his hands affixed with a brilliant glittering green bow.

It was clear that Bucky didn’t see you immediately as he juggled the wobbly box and tried to remain quiet as he did so.

“Whatcha, got there?”

Bucky startled, socked feet skidding to a halt just at the corner of the couch as the box wobbled in his hands again. Frustrated and accusatory blue eyes narrowed, “What are you doing in here?” He asked in a hushed whisper.

“What are you doing in here?”

“You better not be shaking presents.”

“Please,” you scoffed. “I’ll have you know I haven’t shaken a present since I was ten. What’s in the box, Jamie?”

Bucky flinched a little, his one weakness was when you called him Jamie. His shoulders sagged a little as his grip on the box tightened, “This was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Oh I’m surprised,” you said with a laugh. The mantle clock began to ding for the early morning hour. Five AM came so early now. “Do you want to open our gifts now?”

Bucky pursed his lips, body jerking as the box tried to throw itself from his hands. “I think now is best.”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the prospect of what the box could contain. But your eyes flitted over to the space behind the tree where you’d stuffed Bucky’s surprise and the anxious feeling grew tenfold as you thought about the question you were going to ask him once he’d seen it.

Clearing his throat Bucky nodded towards the Christmas tree and the traditional present opening space. Dutifully you sat down in the chair, eyes darting over behind the tree to where your gift sat. “Um, mine's not wrapped.”

“That’s alright,” he said, setting the box at your feet as it rattled all on its own now that it was on the floor. “Where is mine and we’ll do them on the count of three.”

“Alright,” you agreed, fingers tapping the edges of your box. “Yours is behind the tree.”

You saw his eyes dart over to the tree and then back down to you, “On three.”

“Alright,” you agreed, fingers poised to rip at the bow on top of the gift. “One.”

“Two,” Bucky echoed, taking a step closer to the tree.

“Three!”

Your fingers began tearing at the bow on top of the gift box as it rattled against the floor. Pushing back the loose gold paper and terrible tape job before, POP!

Two of the most adorable brown eyes you’d ever seen stared up at you. You were stunned for a moment, staring down at the cutest little paws and wet nose you’d ever laid your eyes on.

“OHMYGODAPUPPY!!”

The shrieking sob spilled past your lips as you pulled the squirming pup into your arms, its tiny tongue licking and sniffing all over your face and mouth. Tears spilled from your eyes as the little bundle in your arms wiggled, squirmed, and kissed your face everywhere; its bottom wiggling so much they tumbled out of your arms and into your lap.

“Oh my god,” you blubbered, holding the precious little one to you. “Bucky! He’s so cute. Oh, it’s a she. She’s so cute, James. Oh god! Oh my god, I love her so much. I can't—I can’t believe this! This is real right? Do I get to keep her? Bucky?”

Looking up Bucky was angled away from you, the lights of the Christmas tree gleaming off of his arm as he held onto his new sled. His fingers found the tag as he stared at it in the dim lighting. 

He sniffled briefly before he began to read, “Roses are red, violets are blue, do me the—the honor—the honor of spending my life with you?”

Teary blue eyes turned towards you as you held the squirming puppy in your arms. “Doll,” he squeaked out with a sniffle as a few tears began to slip. “You…”

Looking up at him from your seat you reached into the side table drawer pulled out a distinctive black ring box and opened it. Inside, a single simple gold band that had Bucky’s breath catching.

“Will you,” you croaked out, clearing your throat a little more and juggling your new bundle of joy in your arms. “Will you marry me, James Buchanan Barns?”

A laugh escaped Bucky as he lowered the sled to the floor, and then himself. Bucky knelt before you, down on one knee, and reached forward towards the little puppy squirming in your arms. His fingers brushed against a tiny piece of string attached to the bow, you’d missed it but he lifted the dangling object for your inspection. A beautiful golden ring with what had to be the most enormous diamond you’d ever seen.

Your shocked watery gaze met Bucky’s impossibly blue eyes, “Only if you say yes too.”

The puppy leaped down from your lap, content to explore their new apartment as you slid down and onto Bucky’s lap. Arms wrapping around his shoulders and kissing him harder than you ever had before. Warmth blossomed in your chest as Bucky’s lips parted briefly with a light moan, kissing one another with dizzying urgency.

Gasping for air the two of you parted briefly, planting pecking kisses against one another lips.

“Is that a yes,” he husked, his hands sliding up and down your back.

“Yes, it’s a yes, Jamie.”

Grinning up at you, Bucky cradled you against him, “I didn’t know if you’d say yes.”

 “Of course I’d say yes,” you whispered, holding onto him tightly. “After all,  you did get me that puppy I’ve always wanted.”

A laugh escaped Bucky as he held you tightly and buried his face against your chest, his shoulders shaking in what could only be a relief, “Fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Blue-Eyes.”

END

[you-can-call-me-wanda]

Opening Shift

Pairing: Razzle Dingley x Reader

A/N: Thank you to everyone who likes and reblogs my posts! It means a lot :)

The Saturday opening shifts at the café sucked, but you somehow always got stuck with them.

The little café you were working at opened at an ungodly hour in the morning, before even the sun had decided to wake up and start its day, which meant that whoever was there to open had to be up even earlier. You would get to work every Saturday exhausted, still rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and not in any mindset to be getting any actual work done. Thankfully, you normally had the first hour or so to simply mill around and wake up before anyone actually showed up looking for some coffee on account that you opened at four AM.

Normally, you would just sit at the breakfast bar and drink a cup of tea or coffee to get your day started. Sometimes, you would try and get the cook, William, to make you some free eggs or something if you were hungry (though he usually was quite moody in the mornings and would very gruffly refuse). If there were any napkins to be folded or menus to be put away, you would do that as well.

On this particular day though, it seemed your morning routine of coffee and relaxation at the counter would be interrupted because for once, you had customers.

You sighed to yourself as you heard the chime of the café door ding, a sign that someone had just walked in. It was early in the morning, way too early in your opinion for anyone to be looking for coffee or a plate of food. You were the only server on duty, so you made your way to the front of the little café to seat whoever had just walked through the doors.

A group of five rag tag boys stood in the entrance of the café, looking around curiously. They were dressed bizarrely and stood out in the dainty little restaurant. They all had wild and long hair and colorful, fun clothing to match. They looked up and smiled politely when they saw you.

“Good morning,” you greeted tiredly, grabbing five menus from the hostess stand nearby. “Just the five of you?”

They nodded and you motioned for them to follow after you.

There was no one else in the café considering it was still before five in the morning on a Saturday and most sensible people were still in bed relaxing. You sat the five mystery men at a circular booth and gave them their menus, leaving them to look over it for a few minutes.

You went back to the kitchen to tell William that there were customers and that he should expect orders soon and then went back to check on your table.

“Hi, my name is (Y/N) and I’ll be your server this morning,” you said, repeating the same line you did day after day to every customer. “Can I get you guys started with something to drink?”

“I’m Razzle,” one of them said, catching you off guard.

In all your time serving at the café, you had never had a customer introduce themselves back to you. Your startled expression must have said it all because a couple of the other boys began to giggle into their hands. Trying to maintain professionalism, you continued.

“Oh, um okay. It’s nice to meet you.”

Razzle didn’t look fazed. He simply dipped his top hat down in greeting and grinned at you.

“Can I get a coffee?”

Your staring was cut off by one of the other boys ordering his beverage. You quickly snapped your eyes away from Razzle.

“Of course,” you said. “Anyone else?”

Everyone else at the table ended up ordering coffee as well so you hurried back to the kitchen to go grab a pot to fill their mugs as well as lots of cream and sugar for them to add to it. After you returned with the coffee and sugar and cream and had filled their mugs, you asked if they were ready order.

“Did you have enough time to look over the menu?” you asked, taking out the little notepad tucked away in the front pocket of your apron and a pencil so you could record their orders.

They took their turns ordering, going down the table. You wrote everything down and collected their menus as they went along making sure you knew how they wanted everything cooked and what sides they wanted.

When you got to Razzle, he set his menu down and looked up at you.

“What do you recommend?” he asked, causing the blonde next to him to smile and nudge him slightly under the table.

“Uh, what do I recommend?” you repeated.

It wasn’t really a common question that you got. The items on the menu here were pretty straight-forward. Eggs tasted like eggs. French toast tasted like French toast.

“Yeah,” he said, giving you another smile. You felt your heart flutter somewhat at the sight. He was pretty cute. “What do you think I should get? I figured you know best since you work here and all.”

“Um, well, the pancakes are good,” you said. “Um, they’re sweet.”

“Sweet?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Like you?”

One of the other boys buried his head in his hands and groaned at the cheesy line.

“Uh,” you said ineloquently, not sure how to answer him.

“I’ll have the pancakes,” Razzle said with a wink, sparing you the embarrassment of having to come up with some sort of answer for his question.

You nodded, sure that you were blushing, and scurried off to hand their orders to William in the kitchen.

While you waited for their orders to be made you decided to get to work folding napkins for the day by the hostess stand while you eavesdropped shamelessly on your guest’s conversation from across the room.

“Razzle has a crush!” you heard one of them sing teasingly.

“It’s not a crush,” Razzle was quick to defend. “I don’t even know them.”

“Then why are you flirting with them?” another boy asked. “Badly I may add.”

“I mean, have you seen them?” Razzle said. “I thought I was looking at an angel when we first walked in.”

You could hear more excited whispering and giggling after this that you couldn’t quite decipher well enough to make out.

“You should ask them out.”

“I can’t,” Razzle sighed.

You could hear what they were saying again now.

“Why not?” another boy asked curiously.

“I don’t think they seem too interested,” Razzle said sadly.

You could imagine his dejected expression and frowned. Little did he know you were quite interested.

“You can’t be sure if you don’t ask.”

“You think I should ask for their number?” he asked his mates.

You could hear them all give their approval, and a smile made its way back to your face.

Within fifteen minutes or so, their food was all ready and William was ringing the little bell in the kitchen window and passing the plates over to you. It was time for you to head back to them.

You were now a little bit nervous after hearing them talk about you and especially after Razzle had flirted with you before, but you held your head high and smiled as you put their plates down in front of each of them.

“Is there anything else I can get you right now?” you asked politely to which the boys all shook their heads.

Your gaze lingered on Razzle, and he looked up at you with his big blue eyes once more.

“Actually,” he said, “I was wondering if I could get your number.”

His voice wavered as he spoke which surprised you.

Even though you had been expecting him to ask you out before he left the café since you had listened in on his conversation, you couldn’t control the blush that rose to your cheeks or the frantic pitter patter of your heartbeat.

You were aware of all his friends awaiting your answer.

“I can go write that down for you,” you said, with an almost coy smile, earning some small cheers from the boys who patted Razzle on the back.

This time, it was you who was winking at Razzle as you walked away to go write your number down for him on his receipt.

Maybe the opening shifts weren’t so bad after all.

[buckysrighthanddoll]

Gluttony

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (college AU)

Warnings: drinking, fluff, a teensy bit of angst (y’all know it’s me lol), swearing

A.N.: This is part two of my Seven Deadly Sins series!!! Read part one here called “Envy” with Bucky Barnes :)

You were never the drinking type. Throughout high school, you maybe had three drinks. It wasn’t that you were consumed with your bookwork or couldn’t sneak out to parties. You had plenty of opportunities.

It was now the third year of college. You were well on your way to your degree, you had an established friend group, and you had a decent enough social life. But when MJ invited you to a party this Friday, you found yourself feeling nervous.

There were a few parties in college that you attended. Every time you got uncomfortable and left early. Every time you stood in the corner with one or two of your friends from class. Every time you were home by midnight.

This time was different.

“MJ, you know--”

“That you’re a lame-ass who won’t hang out with some friends?” MJ interjected. “Come on, (Y/N), it’s just us. Even Ned is gonna be there.” Before you could even respond, she spoke again. “Peter said he’d be there.”

That caught your attention. You contemplated the decision in your head--the party was this Friday, which gave you today to prepare; however, you had a test at 10:00 am on Saturday.

“Fine. You said it was at your apartment, right?”

“Yes. Be there at 10 to help me set up,” MJ smiled, pivoting on her feet and heading to her next class. You sighed and gave a half-smile at her.

MJ knew damn well that you had a thing for Peter. And, beyond that, she insisted that he liked you, too. It was a load of bullshit, but she wouldn’t change her mind.

Finishing your classes for the day was easy. Today was Thursday, which meant you had Art appreciation, Spanish 312, and organic chemistry. That night, you set up your studying supplies and got to work.

Within an hour, you lost focus. You kept worrying about that damn party, but you logically knew that you didn’t need to. It was a few friends. Peter, Ned, MJ, and her boyfriend Mark were the only people that were supposed to be there. They were all people that you knew and trusted. As long as you didn’t drink, you’d be fine.

“Hey (Y/N/N),” Peter said, making you jump. He laughs, which immediately eases your anxieties. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I left my door unlocked again, didn’t I?” You asked, standing from your desk. He nods his head and sits on the chair by the kitchen counter. “You want something to drink?”

“Water, please,” He responds. He was always so polite, even though you’d known him since sophomore year of high school. The two of you knew everything about each other. He knew about your past traumas and experiences; you knew that he was Spider-Man.

Ya know, the usual.

You got the glass of water and threw a couple of personal pan pizzas in the oven. “I thought you were gonna study for the test on Saturday.”

“I got bored,” Peter shrugs. You sit next to him and rest your arm on the counter. “Figured I’d come to see my favorite girl,” He smiles. He gives one of those small smirks that he (recently) found to drive girls mad, but you simply raise your eyebrow.

“She’s probably in my room.”

At the perfect moment, a fuzzy black cat prances into the kitchen. Her name was Razzle, Razz for short, and she was the cutest damn cat to grace your existence. Peter adored her. There were times when you’d come home from class and see him playing with her on the floor. There were times when Peter would stay the night, and you’d wake up to see a fuzzy black ball on his chest. The scene was so cute that you took a picture (which may or may not be your lock screen, shh).

Razz jumps into Peter’s lap and immediately starts purring. His smile gets even bigger, and he scratches under the cat’s chin (the sight alone makes your heart soar).

“You wanna watch a movie?” Peter asks.

The oven dings, making you stand up to get the pizza. “As long as we can go over the vocab for the test afterward.” Peter groans, but you know that it’s sarcastic. “Deal.”

Peter goes to the living room area and turns on a random movie. You place the pizzas on paper plates and carry them out to where he’s sitting on the couch, his feet propped up onto the table. At least he had his socks on.

Thirty minutes into the movie, you weren’t paying attention anymore. All you could focus on was the way the screen lit Peter’s face; the way his eyes followed every action; the way his body jerked during a fight scene; the way his lips looked so soft and kissable and--

“Is there something on my face?” Peter asked. You snapped your gaze to the empty plate ahead of you. That’s one thing that you loved about Peter--besides his improved spidey-senses, he (sort of) grew out of his awkwardness.

“No, uh, I got lost in thought,” You lied. You grabbed his empty plate and took it to the kitchen to throw in the garbage. Taking a second to collect yourself, you went back to the couch. You scoffed at Peter, who was under a blanket and taking all three spots. “You’re such a dipshit.”

“But I’m your dipshit,” Peter retorted. You rolled your eyes as he sat up, allowing you to sit where his head just was. You plopped yourself down, and Peter rested his head on your lap, lying on his side to still face the TV.

Peter fell asleep twenty minutes later. Your hand was in his hair, softly playing with his curls, and soon enough, the soft snores ensued.

You stayed there for several moments after the movie ended. It was easy to bypass the credits rolling on the screen, especially when Peter was right there. Head in your lap. An arm draped across your thighs. You could see yourself doing this every weekend with him--waking him up, getting to the bedroom, holding each other until the early morning.

It was stupid how much you loved him. He was your best friend throughout high school and college. He was with you through every smile and tear. It was just impossible for you not to harbor anything more than a friendship.

Once the title screen popped back on, you shook Peter awake. He hums groggily and opens his eyes. As he realizes that he fell asleep on your lap, he goes red in the face and sits up.

“I didn’t realize I was even tired,” He says, letting out a breathy laugh. “I’m sorry. I, uh, I gotta get home, though. We have an 8 am tomorrow.” Peter gets up from the couch and makes his way toward the door.

“Yeah, yeah,” You said, standing up and following him. “Goodnight. Be safe, love you,” You added, hugging him.

“‘Night (Y/N/N), love you, too,” Peter responded. He left, and you took that as your cue to get to sleep.

Your classes breezed by the next day. You and Peter’s 8 am class was spent reviewing material for tomorrow’s test, and your ten am consisted of you being a TA for your Spanish professor. She just had you look through papers while she taught about the subjunctive tense.

At your apartment, you texted MJ to ask what you should wear. She arrived twenty minutes later and immediately began searching through your closet. She explained that it was still casual since it was just a few friends, but your usual plain t-shirts and jeans weren’t going to cut it.

MJ picked a tight-fitting shirt with a v-neck. She said that it made you look insanely attractive, especially when paired with the (extremely short) denim shorts that you hardly ever wore.

You decided just to straighten your hair and do basic makeup. It consisted of only eyebrows, eyeliner, and mascara; it was a bit more than your daily makeup, but if you were going to a party, you didn’t want to mess it up.

After getting dinner, you and MJ went to her apartment and began setting up. There was a beer pong table, food set out on another table, and all of the alcohol she could afford on a third table. You put a playlist on her TV screen and then put the remote behind it. It was all said and done within an hour.

You turned on the strip lights right as Mark got there. He greeted his girlfriend with a short kiss, and then he came and hugged you. Mark was a sweet guy; he treated MJ right, and he was great at communication, plus he made an effort to be friends with her friends.

Ned showed up half an hour later, and Peter was right behind him. You already had three shots, but they hadn’t kicked in yet; it was probably for the best because all you could think when you saw him was damn.

He wore a dark grey v-neck shirt and dark denim jeans. He looked like he had just gotten out of the shower shortly before leaving, as his hair was still slightly damp. MJ had to hip check you to pull your attention back to the conversation.

“You need to tell him eventually,” She starts. “I mean, he totally has it bad for you, too.”

“Bullshit,” You sang. “He’s my best friend, besides you. That’s it.” You looked at the table and picked up the peppermint schnapps. “Another shot?”

“Using liquor as a negative coping mechanism. Same,” MJ nodded, smiling as she grabbed the shot glasses. “Competitive?”

“Bet,” You answered, pulling out a five from your pocket. She threw down an additional five and called Mark over to call it so that it wasn’t biased.

You both set the shot glasses on the counter and got ready. Mark slapped the table, and you and MJ threw the glasses back and slammed them back down. You won by a fraction of a second, making you throw your arms up.

“Didn’t think you were a drinker, (Y/L/N),” MJ laughed.

“I’m not,” You smirked. You grabbed the money and put it in your pocket, lining up another shot and downing that one too. “But distractions are distractions.”

“You really need a therapist,” Ned laughed.

Within an hour, you were blasted. Although you’d been slightly tipsy before, you’d never been full-on drunk before. MJ was right there with you, Mark was somewhat behind, and Ned was tipsy. Peter, who had slowly been sipping on his drink, was hardly beyond sober.

The five of you were playing Cards Against Humanity in the living room. MJ had the lead, but that didn’t shock anybody; she was declared the friend group’s funniest. You were near behind, though, which was shocking only because you’d thought Ned should be in your position.

It wasn’t like it mattered to you. All that mattered was that you and Peter sat next to each other, thighs pressed to one another, and his arm was resting on the couch cushions behind your head. If you thought that dealing with your emotions was hard when you were sober, then you were in a world of trouble when it came to you being drunk (and him being this close).

Gluttony was not your usual sin. Indulging in vices like drinking wasn’t typical of you. On any other day, you’d throw yourself into your studies, or maybe you’d be planning your study abroad that was coming up. But drinking? That was out of the ordinary.

Tonight was different. You wanted to let loose--to forget about your emotions. But that wasn’t happening, now was it?

After your game was up, you partied some more. You expected to forget about your emotions; instead, you found yourself forgetting how to care about preserving them. A few shots here, some dancing there, and you were more carefree than you had been in years.

Around three in the morning, you were tired. More than that, you had to be up at eight to get ready for your test at ten. You found yourself stumbling to get your things together so you could walk home, but Mark was trying to stop you.

“(Y/N), it’s past midnight in a college city, and you’re as drunk as a skunk. Just stay here,” Mark tried. MJ was right behind him and insisting that you at least call a taxi or an Uber.

“I’ll be fine,” You assured, nearly falling over as you slipped your shoes on. Peter, thankfully, catches and steadies you. He keeps an arm around your waist, which makes your already reddened face burn even hotter.

“I’ll take her home. I’m sober,” Peter says, looking at MJ. “Besides, we both have a test in seven hours--I need the sleep.”

“Drive safe, man,” Mark says, pulling Peter in for a hug. Peter gives MJ and Ned a hug, and then he’s by your side, leading you to his car.

It was a short and silent drive. Thank gods. You weren’t in any state to be talking to someone who you’ve harbored romantic feelings for.

Peter took you inside your apartment. The moment the door shut behind him, he locked it and got to your bedroom. He picked out some sleep shorts and an old shirt for you to sleep in, and he left you to change while he grabbed some water for you.

You sat in bed as he walked back into the room, setting the glass on your nightstand.

“You’re too nice,” You whined. “Aren’t guys supposed to be assholes or something?”

“I’m the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man--I’m not quite like most guys.” Peter smiles and lifts the covers, letting you get under them. Once you’re laid back, you take a sip of your water, and he closes the windows and curtains. He comes back to pull the blankets over your chest. Then, he starts to leave.

“Peter, can you stay the night here?” You asked. He turns to you and gives one of the softest smiles you’d ever seen (maybe it was just the rose-tinted glasses, or perhaps it was the staggering amount of alcohol in your blood). Nodding his head, he gets in on the other side of the bed.

Peter had stayed the night here plenty of times, but he always slept on the pull-out couch in the living room. He never once stayed in your bed with you also in it. You figured it was either out of concern for boundaries or respect.

The truth was, Peter was also head-over-heels for you. He’d told MJ, not that he needed to--MJ was good at reading people, and he certainly wasn’t subtle about his attraction for you.

You were the first person he came to when he became Spider-Man. You were his reason to fight after he got dusted (along with you). You were his favorite person to see after a mission--you’d been at the tower anytime Tony Stark told you that Peter was coming home. You were always there for him. You were it. You were the one that Peter wanted to be with, even if it didn’t work out in the long run.

Once Peter settled into the sheets, you rolled over and cuddled into him. Your head rested on his chest, an arm around his torso, and a leg tangled with his own. Both of you heaved a sigh of relief; this felt good. This felt right.

“Peter?” You asked.

“Yeah?” He responded.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“No, like, I love you,” You confessed, looking up at him through heavy eyelids. “Like, I wanna kiss you and cuddle you like this and hold your hand. I wanna tell people that I’m your girlfriend, and you’re my boyfriend.”

“Baby, you’re drunk.”

“I’ve been hiding this for years, Peter,” You insisted. “It isn’t because I’m drunk. The only thing this liquor is doing is helping me say what I want to say without worrying.”

“If I’m honest, (Y/N), I love you, too. In that same way. But you’re not even going to remember this in the morning.”

“Will you remind me?”

“Yes.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Not when you’re drunk.”

“Damn,” You sighed. “Did you set an alarm for the morning?”

“I already have one set,” Peter assured you. “Let’s get to sleep.”

“And Peter?” You called. “Thank you for taking care of me.” He hummed in response.

The next morning, you were shocked that you only had a small headache. You were even more surprised that you woke up next to Peter.

Last night was fuzzy for you. Bits and pieces were clear as day, like winning thirty bucks from MJ. But what happened? Was Peter as drunk as you were? Did you say something stupid? Why was he in your bed right now?

No matter the reason, you found yourself not wanting to leave this spot. You were the closest you’d been to Peter.

The alarm on Peter’s phone rang, making you jump. Then, you grabbed your aching head. Peter awoke with a start before looking down at you. He shut the ringtone off, and then he wrapped his arms tighter around you. His hand ran up and down your arm, which made you feel happy and warm, but why the hell was he holding you like this?

“Good morning,” Peter said groggily. His morning voice was hands-down, the most beautiful thing ever.

“‘Morning,” You responded.

“Want me to put some coffee on for that hangover?” He asked.

“I’m not that hungover, actually,” You answered. “I can go make some.”

Peter nodded his head, so you got up. Three scoops into the filter, some hot water, and a few minutes later, you both had cups of bitter coffee to wake you up. You both started to get ready for the day by brushing your teeth and putting on some new clothes (Peter had to find some clothes that he’d left here last month).

It was going to be a casual and laid-back day; that much was certain. Your body was aching, and your head only started to worsen even after taking some ibuprofen. There were still thirty minutes before you needed to leave for the campus, so you and Peter sat on the couch.

“Did I say anything stupid last night?” You asked, holding onto your mug.

“Only that you loved me and wanted to kiss me,” He smirked.

You groaned and threw your head back. “I’m sorry,” You started, looking him in the eye. “I shouldn’t have said that while I was drunk.”

“Did you not mean it?”

“Of course I meant it,” You said, laughing drily. “Peter, in the seven years we’ve known each other, I’ve felt like this for six of them. I just shouldn’t have told you while I was drunk.”

“Last night, I said that I loved you, too,” Peter said. “And then you asked if you could kiss me, but I wasn’t going to let you do anything in that state.”

“Oh,” You muttered, looking down in embarrassment and setting down your coffee. Peter’s lifted your chin and then cupped your face before leaning in and kissing you. The initial shock wore off quickly, and then you were kissing him back. It was soft and sweet--precisely what you’d have expected your first kiss with him to be like.

When Peter pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. “You wanted me to remind you when you were sober. Was that okay?”

“More than,” You smiled. You closed the distance again, tangling your hands in his hair. Peter smiles against you.

After the test, Peter took you on your first official date as a couple. He held your hand and bought you a coffee, and you carried a conversation like everything was natural. Like everything was right.

(And, for the record, you passed that exam despite the light hangover).

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13 Going on 30 AU  Bruce x Reader

Hey guys. Sorry that I haven’t been active for the past 3 weeks. I promise to keep posting more! ♥ But here it is, the 13 Going on 30 AU with Bruce Banner. Feedback is much appreciated ^^

Word Count:  2,789 (Phew that’s a lot for a little beginner like me)

 Disclaimer: I do NOT own 13 Going On 30! BUT I did adjust some things so they wouldn’t be as similar to the movie. Also yes, I know in the movie, young Jenna is 13 in the 80′s, so for this fanfic, the young reader and Bruce are in the year 2000 and were born in 1987.

I/N = Incorrect name (for this instance, they are pronouncing your name wrong)

Y/D/N = your dads name

Y/F/C = Your favorite color

“Move it, nerd.” Some kid shoved you.

As you took your seat in front of the blue screen in the gym, the photographer took your ticket from you.

“Keep your back straight.” You did has he told. “Put your book on your lap and look at the camera, okay? Nice smile.”

‘Freakin weirdo, telling me my smile is nice.’’ you thought, as you mentally rolled your eyes at him.

“Swing around this way a little bit, I/N.” He incorrectly said your name.

“It’s Y/N.” You annoyedly corrected him.

“Look over here, I/N.” How rude, it’s like he didn’t even hear you.

“It’s Y/N.” you half yelled at him.

___

“Oh, no.” You said to yourself, this can’t be happening, he took your photo while you were corrected him, so you had your lips outward while you were saying your name to correct him again. As you were walking out of school your best friend Bruce came from behind you with a camera above your head.

“Say cheese.” Bruce said next to you whilst taking the photo of the both of you.

“Bruce, please. No more pictures.” You stated as you walked with him.

“It’s your 13th birthday, We gotta document it.” Bruce smiled at you as you looked down at your photo in disappointment. As soon as he saw your disappointed face, he grew worried and asked what was wrong.

“It’s just my photo. I look horrible, now i’ll never be apart of the Six Chicks.” you sighed in disappointment, now hiding your photo from everyone.

“You’re better than those fake things, Y/N.” Bruce looked at you while you looked ahead.

“I know, but I wanna be the best. That’s why- quiet Bruce, they’re coming this way.” You hit his chest in a playful manner as to not hurt him. “Hey Dee-Dee.” You smiled up at her and the rest of the Six Chicks behind her.

“Hey, Y/N.” She looked you up and down.”Hi, Greenie. How’s everything down in the forest?” As Dee-Dee laughed, so did you. Bruce looked disgusted as he looked at you, laughing along with her joke.

“So how’d yours come out, N/N?” Dee-Dee pointed at your photos.

“Not so good. How about yours Dee-Dee?” You asked, trying to avoid showing her your pictures.

“Yeah, mines aren’t so hot either.” She stated as she showed you her pictures right in front of her face.

“Gosh, you’re so photogenic, Dee-Dee.” Just like the rest of the Six Chicks, you awed at her picture.

Getting annoyed at how fake you were being Bruce said, “I’ll meet you out front.”

“Do whatever you want, it’s not like she needs a play-by-play.” Dee-Dee bullied Bruce.

“Freakazoid.” Insulted Bruce, as he walked away from you both.

“See you.” You said as he walked outside.

“Y/N, can I talk to you for a tiny sec?” As she pulled you away from the group to talk to you in private. “I told Harry Osborn, me and the Six Chicks were going to the party, and he said he wanted to come with.” Dee-Dee whispered for only you to hear.

“Really?” You asked in disbelieve. Harry Osborn, a freshman in high school wanted to come your party!? The hottest guy alive?!

“Yeah, it’s too bad we can’t make it, we really wanted to.” She stated in a loud voice now. “Didn’t we girls?” Dee-Dee asked the group behind her.

“Yea, totally.” They all agreed to Dee-Dee.

“Miss. Pepper, is up our ass with this group project, and Harry is helping us out with the project, so he can’t come either.” Dee-Dee sadly said sarcastically. You didn’t hear the sarcasm since you were so brainwashed by how much you wanted to be like her.

Since you wanted Harry to come to your party sooooo much, you offered that you could do their project for them.

“Amaz-balls, see you soon.” She blew you a kiss a a gift for doing her project.

____

As you were nearing your home with Bruce, he asked you a question.

“Why did you invite those clones?” He was talking about the Six Chicks.

“Because they’re my friends.” You stated as it should be obvious to him.

“Six Chicks are not your friends, okay?” Bruce retaliated.

“Well almost, and someday i’ll be a Six Chick.” You smiled up at him, knowing you’ll be one soon.

“There’s six of them. That’s the point. There can’t be a seventh Six Chick.It’s just mathematically impossible.” Bruce argued back, making sure you know how to count.

“You’re cooler than they are. They’re unoriginal.” Bruce stopped in front of both of your houses. That was such an advantage, having your best friend live right next door to you.

“I don’t want to be original. I wanna be cool.” You looked at him with a smile.

“Want some Razzles?” Bruce asked, pulling out a bag of Razzles from his front pocket.

“Razzles are for kids.” You smiled at him knowing where this is going.

“Exactly.” Bruce put out his hand to put one Razzle in his hand and extending the bag towards you to put one in your hand. You both popped them in your mouth as you walked to your separate homes.

“Arrivederci.” Bruce said his usual goodbye.

“Au revoir.” You said in your worst French. As you walked towards your house, without you knowing, Bruce picked his camera up from around his neck and took a photo of you.

____

While you were putting on your makeup, your favorite band came on t.v., you got up and walked towards your t.v., to see Justin Timberlake’s face, as you got on your knees to kiss the screen, your parents came in with your dad holding the camera, and you looking at them in disbelief getting up from your position.

“Happy birthday, sweetie!” They said in unison.

“Tell us your life as a teenager.”  your dad asked as they got closer. “What are you doing?” She asked pointing at your chest. “Are you wearing a bra?” She got closer to you.

“Go away!” You pushed her away as you sat on your bed angrily.

“Oh honey, what’s wrong?” She asked concerned. “Y/D/N. Self image.” She told your dad, pretty much telling him to get out the room. As he walked out, your mom dug up the tissues you used on your chest , and threw them away in the nearby bin.

“Y/N, it’s going to be alight.” Your mom tried reassuring you.

“It’s not, mom. Look at me!” You cried to her, pointing at your face and chest. “This is not okay, it’s fatal!” You yelled at her, hinting that being flat chested is not okay at your age.

“It’s not fatal, honey. It’s realistic.” She assured you by hugging you.

“I hate my life.” you got up from your position on the bed, walking towards the magazines you have on your white vanity. Looking at them in awe, how could these women look so pretty and get paid for it?

Your mom looked from behind you looking at your awed face, wishing you didn’t compare yourself to the magazine models. She really has to stop buying you those magazines. “You don’t look like the girls on the Shield magazine, but you’re beautiful in your own way.” She brushed your hands with her fingers, looking at you as you still looked at the magazines in front of you.

“I don’t want to be beautiful in my own way, I wanna look like those people.” You pointed out the girls on the magazine and the cut-out models around your mirror that you taped up.

“Oh those aren't people, honey. Those are models.” She stated the obvious.

“‘Thirty, flirty and thriving. Why the 30’s are the best years of your life.’” You read from the latest magazine that arrived earlier today. “I wanna be thirty.” You sadly sighed. Just being 30 is all you wished you were right now.

“Oh you will be. But right now, you're my beautiful thirteen year old daughter.” Your mom said as you looked up to her and hugged her. The minute she walked out your room, is the minute you started stuffing your chest with tissue to have the effect of boobs.

____

While you were dancing to the Macarena by yourself in the basement, Bruce came down and surprised you.

“ Happy birthday, Y/N.” Bruce said while holding a big brown box.

“Oh my gosh, Bruce.” You went to help Bruce with the box as he set it down on the nearest table.

“This is just part one of your present. I’ve got something else to give you later.” Bruce smiled down at you while you waited patiently for him to finish so you could open up your present.

“What is it?” You were excited, wanting to know what it is as you and Bruce kneeled down on the ground to open your present.

“You know how you always wanted a Barbie Dream House?” He asked you as you bobbed your head up and down fast. “Well, I decided to make you your own Y/N dream house.” He said as he unwrapped the bow for you to open the box.

As all four sides fell open, you looked at the Y/F/C house of your dreams. You wanted to cry, but you put so much effort on your makeup that you held back the tears.

“Did you make this yourself? Oh Brucy.” You couldn’t stop looking at your very own house.

“Yea. See that’s you in your bubble bath, reading your favorite magazine. And that’s your bedroom with a massive stereo with every CD ever made, the good ones of course.” As he pointed towards your bedroom in the small house. “And there’s that bum, Justin Timberlake loafing on the couch. And there goes me, to make sure the creep keeps his hands to himself.” He pointed towards the living room where Justin is sitting on the couch drinking a Coke, while Bruce's figuren pointed at Justin with a scowl.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Wishing dust.” He pointed out as he withdrew a bag of wishing dust from his back pocket, and ripped open the bag to pour the wishing dust over the roof of your dream house. “It says, ‘This wishing dust knows what's in your heart of hearts. It'll make all your dreams come true.’” Bruce read off the package.

♪Ding Dong♪

“Oh, they're here.” You told yourself, as you got up.

“What do we do?” Asked Bruce as he also stood up. You looked around the wondering where you could put your dream house.

“Oh, my gosh. Bruce, I’m just going to put this away okay? It’s to have more room to dance.” As you looked at the closet, you grabbed the house and put it up on the top shelf of the closet so it won't be out in the open for Dee-Dee or Harry to see.

“Put some music on.” You instructed Bruce as you ran up the stairs.

____

As you were running towards the door, you saw your dad about to open the door.

“Dad, you promised to stay upstairs. Go!” You pushed him away towards the stairs. You fixed yourself a little as to look presentable for the Six Chicks and Harry.

Once you opened the door, you saw Dee-Dee and the rest of the group. “The party is down stairs.” You stated.

“Amaze-balls.” Dee-Dee said her catchphrase, as she took off her jacket and handed it to you, as the rest of the Six Chicks followed suit and gave their jackets to you to carry. Once the last girl came through the door, you saw a red car pull up in front of your house. Wondering who it was, you saw Harry get out the car, oh, so did his other friends.

_____

As you walked back down the basement towards the party, you hear Bruce's favorite CD mix, and you also see him dancing. Not minding his music, you didn’t say anything.

“What is this?” Dee-Dee asked in disgust.

“I’m not sure, it’s Bruce’s.” You answered. You obviously knew it was his, but you didn’t want to seem like a freak in front of Harry.

“Sorry Greenie, majority rules.” Dee-Dee tilted her head at him as she popped out Bruce’s CD and put on a more mainstream CD you had on the side.

“You’re all hopeless people.” Bruce said in disbelief, Never leaving his eyes off you.

“Nerd.”

“Robot.” He insulted Dee-Dee, not letting himself go. “I’m gonna go next door to get my Casio.” Bruce said standing in front of you.

“Do whatever you want Bruce, I don’t need a play-by-play.” You repeated what Dee-Dee said earlier today at school. Bruce just took that and looked around the room before disappearing going up stairs to get his stuff.

Once Bruce left, Dee-Dee smirked at you.

“Hey, I have an idea, girls.” Dee-Dee said while looking around the room until she looked at you. “Let’s play seven minutes in heaven. You can go first, because you’re the birthday girl.” She smiled at you.

“How does that one go again?” You asked her, as she unwrapped her scarf from around her neck to wrap it around your eyes.

“Well you just go in the closet, and some lucky guy will go in there, and do whatever he want with you for seven whole minutes. And guess who want’s to go first?” She teased you.

“Who?”

“Harry Osborn.” Your heart thumped when you heard his name.

“Before I forget, where is our project proposal?” She asked, scanning around the room for the papers as she pushed you towards the closet door

“On the table.”

“Thanks.”

“Remember, no peeking. Keep that blindfold on. And just so you know, Harry loves going for second base.” Okay now you were really excited. Dee-Dee sat you on the ground in the closet. As you sat down waiting for Harry, Dee-Dee had other plans for you.

Outside the closet Dee-Dee was telling everyone that she could get her brother to buy them beer. While everyone was getting things to take for their own personal party, Bruce came downstairs with his Casio.

“What’s going on” He asked Dee-Dee, as he saw everyone take something from your party.

“Ummm, Y/N is waiting for you in the closet.” She pointed towards the closet while holding the project papers and drink.

Bruce walked towards the door while putting his Casio somewhere and ignoring the noise that Dee-Dee and her group were making as they exited the house.  As he opened the door, he saw you sitting down on the ground.

“I thought you weren’t gonna come.” You smiled up at him, not knowing where Harry was. “Where are you?” You reached out for his hands for him to take so you could get up. Once you were on your feet you smiled once again at him, waiting for him to kiss you or something. “Oh Harry.” You half moaned when finally he kissed you. He had such soft amazing lips, they matched perfectly with your own.

As you pulled away from him, you pulled off Dee-Dee’s scarf to reveal Bruce, with the door fully open to see behind him that everyone left. You pushed Bruce out the way to see the full damage HE did.

“Where’s Harry?” You questioned Bruce.

“He’s gone. Everyone left.” Bruce explained.

“What did you do?!” You were fuming mad by now.

“Nothing!” Bruce yelled back, defending himself.

“Yes you did!”

“I just left to get my Casio!” He tried pleading with you, proving he didn’t do anything wrong to ruin your birthday.

“Get out! No!” He tried grabbing your arm so he could try talking to you.

“Wait Y/N, let me talk to you!” He just wanted to explain himself.

“I hate you! I hate me! I hate everyone!” You cried as you ran back towards the closet, slamming it, and sat down the shelf behind you, below your dream house.

“Y/N, let me just sing you this song, it’ll make you feel better, okay?” Bruce said as he picked up his Casio and started playing it. You were ignoring him though, not wanting to  see him ever again.

As you were hitting your head on the shelf behind you repeating, “Thirty and flirty and thriving. Thirty and flirty and thriving.” While repeating those words, you felt dust fall on your head, but you paid no mind as you ignored Bruce’s singing and repeating what you were just saying.

____

You woke up covered in a satin blanket not seeing anything.

To be continued...

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For the Love of God (Part 6 to Questionable Intentions)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: I think there is swearing… maybe 

A/n: Only 2(?) more parts left guys. I really hope you’ve been enjoying the series! I really don’t want it to end so if you have any ideas for future parts send them in and I’ll make this longer. Enjoy! -G

Questionable Intentions

Splitting Hairs

Splitting Hairs: Extensions

An Open Book

An Open Book: Between the Lines

Baby It’s Cold Outside

Baby It’s Cold Outside: I Really Can’t Stay

And All That Jazz

And All That Jazz: Razzle Dazzle

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You were always one to show off, whether you meant to or not was a different story. You had been living in the tower for about a month now and decided it was time to invite one of your friends over and maybe do a bit of gloating too. You figured she could meet the Avengers and watch tv or something like that; you both needed to catch up on a few shows you were watching together. You managed to gather everyone in the living room and told them all to be on their best behavior before you brought your friend up from the lobby.

“Eleanor!” you screamed as you leaped into your friend’s arms, thoroughly surprising her

“Jesus Christ, Y/n,” Eleanor said, “I thought I was meeting the Avengers.”

“I don’t even get a hello? Wow, love you too.”

“You can’t blame me it’s the Avengers.”

“Ok true, they’re upstairs. Come on” You dragged Eleanor to the elevator and made your ascent to the floor. Everyone was gathered around you, and your friend’s voices could be heard even before the doors opened.

“Avengers, Eleanor. Eleanor, Avengers” you said motioning between your friend and the group as you stepped out of the elevator “I’d tell you their names but-”

“I already know them,” Eleanor said finishing your sentence. She walked down the line the Avengers had formed before her arrival and greeted them all.

Eleanor walked over to where Loki was sitting and sat down next to him. “Where’s your helmet tough guy,” she smirked, “Not feeling horny today?”

Loki stared at the mortal girl, completely shocked and just the tiniest bit terrified by her forwardness.

“I asked him that the other day” you exaggerated. Leo grinned at Loki devilishly.

“I mean if you ever need any help,” she started, “y/n can tell you where to find me.” Loki’s face turned bright red as Thor struggled to smother a fit of giggles at his brother’s discomfort.

“That goes for you too sweetheart,” she looked at Thor, the god looking panicked at the mere suggestion.

“Leo, I’m not sure-” you began, before being cut off by Leo.

“OH! I’m so sorry,” she shouted. “DO YOU SPEAK ENGLISH?” you shook your head at your friend, not believing the words coming from her mouth. Loki still hadn’t said a word, absolutely dumbfounded by the scene unfolding before him.

“DO YOU SPEAK ENGLISH?” Leo said slower this time. Loki still sat in silence.

“DO YOU NEED A HUG?” she enunciated making large hugging motions with her hands. You and Thor were holding in giggles while Loki looked terrified for his life.

“I think he needs a hug,” Leo said turning to you but before you could say something she pulled the god in for a hug. Loki looked to you confused as you glared at your friend

“Leo don’t you think that’s a little” you paused “inappropriate.”

“He just looked so scared, and you wouldn’t believe how tense he is.”

“Maybe he just doesn’t like human contact. I figured you could relate to him on that level.”

“That rule only applies to assholes.”

“What about me?”

“Don’t act like you don’t fall into that category.”

“Rude,” you said smiling.

“Brother, I think we should leave the ladies to their plans,” Loki said looking to Thor for help.

“Yes of course,” Thor said still snickering slightly.

“He does speak English!” Leo blurted.

“Of course he speaks English you idiot” You replied smacking her arm lightly.

“It would make more sense if he spoke in an old Germanic dialect considering he’s a Norse god,” she said giving you a smirk.

“You know what?” you asked, “no one asked you.” To anyone else this conversation could be read as a fight, considering the two of you slowly got more boisterous as you talked. You figured Loki and Thor thought it was best if they left you two to your antics considering after you finished your conversation they were gone.  

“Wanna watch Netflix?” you asked flipping on one of your favorite tv shows, Supernatural. A few episodes in and the other Avengers had joined you once again but more to check on your safety as you both had screamed and squealed countless times.

“Oh girl get your hands off my man,” Leo said to the tv as a demon attacked Dean,

“If she hurts him I will crush her” you muttered staring daggers at the tv.

“And how do you plan to do that” Tony said sitting beside you. He decided to join in to find the flaws as he said but he was enjoying the show. “I haven’t been able to come up with a virtual reality that works that well just yet,” He told you.

“Well get on it Stark,” Leo said “Or you could get on something, or someone, else” she grinned.

“Like who or what” Tony questioned eyeing your friend.

“I dunno” she trailed off “Maybe someone like me.”

“Please kill me,” you said considering you were sitting between the two of them.

“Why you got a crush on him too?” Leo asked grinning at you as your face turned a bright red

“Oh God no EW” you screamed.

“Why did she say ‘too’” Tony asked you,

“Cause I’m a woman and I like someone,” you said, “it’s natural.”

“Who?” Tony asked wanting in on all the gossip.

“Why would I tell you” You replied face still flushed.

“So it’s me then” Tony replied nonchalantly “Not surprised, I’m pretty amazing if I do say so myself.”

“And that right there is why it’s not you” you retorted.

“It’s Loki,” Leo said.

“LEO” you screamed as you buried your face in your hands,

“What? It’s not like he’s here” she reminded you.

“So” you whined.

“Wait, so you like the guy that tried to take over New York not too long ago and not me?” Tony asked for clarification.

“Yes,” you confirmed “now can we drop this? Please?” you asked, but all you got in response was a shrill scream from Leo and Thor and Loki walking in.

“What in the nine realms?” Thor boomed Mjolnir at the ready in case of an attack

“Dean…” Leo whimpered.

“You deserve the pain,” you told her as she curled herself tightly in a ball.

“I think she needs one of those hug things,” Loki said sitting as far away from you and Leo as possible.

“Maybe but she doesn’t deserve one” You replied staring at Leo. Soon Tony was moving to give your friend a hug “traitor” you muttered.

“Since when are we choosing sides? You’re the only one mad at her.” Tony reminded you.

“Why are you mad at her, Y/n?” Thor questioned.

“I’m not mad just disappointed” you informed him.

“Leo told me who Y/n’s crush is,” Tony informed Thor.

“What is a crush?” Loki piped up from his spot across the room.

“A crush is someone you like, but they typically don’t like you back or at least you don’t think they do,” Tony said.

“Who is the man that has won over Lady Y/n’s heart?” Thor pined.

“Nonya,” you told him sheepishly “Nonya Business.”

“I hadn’t heard of this Nonya” before Thor said.

“Thor you idiot” Loki exclaimed “Nonya Business like None of your business. Which is true you have no need to know who Y/n likes or loves.”

“And you do?” Thor replied.

“I never said that” Loki shot back. You, Tony, and Leo sat back and watched as the two gods argued.

“Ladies, ladies you’re both pretty” you spoke up.

“If you decide to hug it out could you please get a room? I don’t think I can handle the amount of emotions that would go into that in my current state” Leo said.

“I don’t think I could handle seeing that in general” Tony added.

“I apologize Y/n,” Thor said, “it wasn’t my place to ask who you have feelings for although I think my brother would like to know.”

“Don’t put words into my mouth, Thor” Loki spat “It is not your place or mine to know Y/n’s private life.”

“But brother what if she fancies one of us” Thor eyed his brother “Wouldn’t you want to know?”

“Doesn’t matter if you want to know because it’s not one of you” You lied through your teeth hoping Loki didn’t notice.

“I’ll tell you later, Thor” you heard Leo mutter.

“You absolutely will not!” you spat tired of your friends attempts to ruin your life.

“Listen, I don’t see a problem with you letting other people know you like Loki. It lets them know you’re not interested, hell, it tells them you’re not even on the market”. You didn’t end up hearing the rest of her spiel considering as soon as you heard the word Loki come from her mouth and your face turned the shade of a tomato, and your entire body froze, all the voices in the room sounded muddled.

“Y/n,” Loki said looking at you “is-is that correct?”.

“Is what true?” you asked not meeting the god’s eyes.

“What your friend said” he paused “About you liking me.”

“No,” you said. Loki was just as surprised as you were at the words that left your mouth “I-I’m gonna go” You said abruptly standing up and throwing a pillow at Leo in retaliation for her telling your secret to the one person you didn’t want to know. You could make out Loki calling your name as you left the room and someone, you were guessing Thor, telling him to give you some time. Even when you were in your room you could hear some of the voices from the living room; you even thought you heard a bit of yelling. You couldn’t be bothered to listen to what they were saying though as you had curled into a ball trying not to think of all the ways your friendship with Loki would be ruined and how many ways you could kill Eleanor.

Just as you were getting to the best part of sulking your phone dinged a message from Leo popped up on your screen when you unlocked your phone.  Reading it, you got up and opened the door as much as you didn’t want to see your friend you didn’t want to be alone right now either.

“I hate you so much right now” you warned Leo as she entered your room.

“Not as much as Loki does right now” she scoffed.

“Oh god, what’d you do this time” you whined.

“I didn’t do shit.” your friend stated, “he blamed me for you running out.”

“You say that like it’s not your fault” you stated.

“Well technically it kinda is, but I might’ve made matters worse by telling him that if you changed your mind and it turns out he was just a phase he could call me.” she told you.

“Why do I have a feeling you said way more than that?” you questioned.

“Maybe because I did and it ended up with a small fight,” she told you “Look I love you bro, but I have to go. It’s getting late, and I have to walk home”.

“Good luck,” you told her “and thank you for making my life a living hell.”

“You started all of this back in high school don’t act like I was like this before I met you” Leo retorted.

“I fixed you,” you said, “You wouldn’t have lasted a day in New York if we hadn’t met.”

It was hours later, and you were finally getting to sleep when you heard a sharp knock on your door. You groaned in response wishing your visitor away. Instead, they opened the door.

“Y/n” a familiar god called.

“Loki?” you asked half asleep.

“I-we,” he fumbled over his words ”we need to talk.”

“We do?”

“Yes,” the god sighed heavily, “I have something I need to tell you.” Loki paused slightly as he interlocked his finger, searching for the right words.

“Can I go first?” you asked not waiting for an answer “I’m sorry for earlier, running out and all that. And I understand if you don’t like me, I know I’m really annoying and stuff so if that’s what you came here to tell me you can just leave I can take a hint.” You didn’t expect everything to come out, but once you started, you couldn’t stop. Loki was quiet for a second before his shoulders started to shake. You thought he was crying at first, only to realize that the god was laughing his ass off. You sat up and threw a pillow at him.

“I just poured my heart and soul out to you, and you’re fucking laughing?” you exclaimed finding his laugh contagious.   

“No-no you misunderstand,” Loki gasped in between fits of laughter. “I’ve been trying to work up the courage to tell you that all this time.”

“Wait what?” you asked a smile spreading across your face “you like me?”

“No,” Loki muttered, your heart dropping a little at his words, “I love you.”

“I hate you” You deadpanned “Like, actually this was all a trick, and I never liked you, Leo thought it would be funny. There are cameras everywhere you can look.” Loki looked confused for a moment, his eyebrows knitting together.

“So you mean it was all a lie?” he whispered brokenly, his eyes filling with tears. He untangled his fingers and balled his hands into fists. “You mean this was all a game to you?” he growled, his tone growing dangerous.

“You make this so easy” You laughed “For the god of lies and deception you take everything so seriously.”

“I knew this was a mistake. You were a mistake.” Loki stood and walked towards the door. You could see him swipe away a few angry tears.

“Loki I was talking about what I said a few seconds ago not the way I feel about you. God, you can be such an idiot sometimes.” you chuckled. Loki whipped around, his eyes filled with rage.

“Don’t turn this into one of your foolish jokes,” he barked. “You have no idea what I’ve had to fight with to make it to this point.”

“Loki calm down.”

“You make me sick when I look at you,” Loki spat. “How could I ever fall for someone like you? You witless, insignificant oaf. You’re nothing special,” he sneered, “You’re just another drop in the ocean and one day you’re going to die, and no one is going to care.”

“You’ll care” you stated.

“I won’t,” Loki hissed, “I can’t. I can’t force myself to go through that again -not for someone like you.”

“What do you mean?” you somehow managed to keep your voice even and low despite Loki’s growing tone.

Loki’s lip curled slightly, “You’re just a human. Weak. Frail. Not even worth the space you take up in this realm.”

“You think I’m weak? Have you looked in a mirror? You let your emotions control you more than most angsty teens”.

“Remind me again how much time do you get to spend in this realm? And what are you doing with that time you have left?” Loki said innocently. “Playing the servant in your coffee shop if I’m not mistaken.”

“Fuck off, Loki. At least I had a job and didn’t try to destroy an entire world because daddy didn’t love me enough,” you shouted. Loki’s eyes seemed to fill with murderous fire. He turned on his heels and stormed towards the door, blasting a hole through the wall instead of using the door that was a few inches away.

“Don’t speak of matters that don’t concern you, girl.” He spat as he fled the room.

“You ass. I loved that wall” You said as you used the door like a civilized human chasing after him “I might’ve loved it more than I love you.”

“As if your love means anything at this point.”

“It means nothing? Says the guy who came to my room in the middle of the night to confess his love for, wait who was it again?” you asked sarcasm lacing your words “Oh yeah me.”

“That was another mistake on my part. Clearly you’re not what I thought you were.”

“The same can be said for you too you know. I thought you’d changed, thought you cared about someone other than yourself for once but I guess I was wrong”.

“Hey I hate to break up the lunchroom drama but what the hell happened to my door,” Tony shouted as he made his way down the hall.

“HE” you shouted pointing to Loki “decided he wanted to make his damn door in my favorite wall. I was gonna hang up a poster there and everything” you pouted. Tony looked over at Thor who had just joined him in the hallway.

“Do they not have doors in Asgard?” Tony said incredulously. Thor gave Tony a disappointed look.

“What’s going on?” he sighed.

“It seems that y/n and Loki have a little lover’s spat,” Tony smirked.

“We can’t have a lover’s spat if we don’t even love each other.”

Thor looked at the two of you in disbelief. “Lady y/n with all due respect, do you mean to tell me that you have no fondness for the man you could barely

face because of your friend’s blabbering?” Thor asked warily. “And you, brother,” Thor laughed slightly, “I have listened to you pour your heart out for the past few months about how much you love y/n and how much you wish-”

“Shut up Thor,” Loki hissed through gritted teeth. Thor’s eyes flashed with anger

“No, brother. I’m going to talk, and for once you’re going to pay attention. I have had the patience of a saint listening to you whine about Sigyn and how you can’t move on and how you’re scared that y/n will reject you, but what in the name of Odin do you think you’re doing? This is the chance you’ve been waiting for, and you are really messing things up.”

“Thor-” Loki tried to say, but you interrupted him.

“Would you both just shut up for a minute?” you turned to Loki “Ok so you like me, I get that it’s been said a million times, cool that’s great I like you too,” you finished then looked at Thor “ And why do you assume he’s the one messing things up? I mean I started this whole mess. I said something I thought was funny but it wasn’t, and it pissed him off, he has every reason to hate me right now, and I wouldn’t judge”.

“Y/n you forget that Loki is the god of tricks,” Thor said, “he wouldn’t be fooled that easily. He’s just scared to fall in love again.”

“Thor it once took me two seconds, a pair of scissors, and a facial expression to convince your brother I cut off most of his hair. You give him too much credit”.

“Perhaps you’re right, but things are different when he’s around you,” Thor said quietly. “Trust me he’s scared of his heart getting broken again.”

You turned to Loki “Is that true?”

Loki looked down at his feet, “I’m not looking too strong for a god am I? Yes,” he whispered hoarsely.

“You gotta speak up “ you smiled knowing exactly what he said.

“Yes,” he said more loudly, his voice cracking slightly, “I’m scared because you won’t always be there.”

“Awww that’s sweet” Tony chimed, “doesn’t explain my door, though.” You shot him a look

“Screw your door I’m having a heart to heart with my maybe boyfriend.”

“Wow, your relationship with the wall didn’t last too long,” Tony replied.

“I tried. The wall never talked back, and it kept ignoring me” you said, “Plus Loki is probably a better kisser.”

Tony raised an eyebrow, “I think that’s my cue to leave kids. Try not to kill each other.” He turned to leave, “Oh and Loki? Stop trying to destroy my house”.

You turned back to the god who had taken a few steps closer to you since your fight ended

“I’m sorry for telling you everything was a lie earlier I didn’t think you’d take it so seriously” you frowned.

“It’s all right,” he said, “I should’ve realized you were joking.”

“In my defense, you did laugh at me after I told you how I felt” you stated.

“I already told you I was sorry for that” the god reminded you.

“I don’t remember you saying sorry exactly,” you told him smirking.

“Well, I apologize Lady Y/n.”

“Lady” you exaggerated “I feel so special.”

“You should,” he said as he leaned down to kiss you. You were taken back a bit, but soon you were able to come to your senses and kiss back. Just as the world was fading around you and it felt like you and Loki were the only people in the world Thor decided he should clear his throat

“Maybe the two of you should, what’s the Midgardian saying” he paused “Oh yes, get a room.”

“We have one you’re just in it” you shot back. Loki chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“He’s right for once. It’s late, and you need to sleep you’ve had a long day I believe you should get to bed”.

“My room has a giant hole in its wall thanks to a certain god,” you said.

“You could always sleep in my room,” he said.

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A/n: I hope you all enjoyed reading this! Remember requests are always open and if you want more of this series send in ideas. Love you all and thanks for reading -G