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literaryavenger · 11 months ago

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Careless

Summary: Part 2 of Thoughtful.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avengers!Reader

Warnings: My poor attempts at being funny. No use of Y/N. Fluff. Angst. Tony being kind of an asshole. Bucky's self-deprecating thoughts. Reader being clueless.

Word Count: 1K

A/N: I keep having no idea what this is, I have no endgame but I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist | Part 1

Stark parties are a hassle. Tony always insists on the team dressing up, cocktail dresses, tuxedos and all that.

So that’s why you’re all dolled up right now, a black sparkly floor-length gown that highlights your curves perfectly with a slit that goes up your left thigh with black stilettos, your hair curled perfectly and your make-up on point thanks to Natasha and Wanda, gold hoop earrings finishing the ensemble.

The only thing that looks like it doesn’t belong on your right now are Bucky’s dog tags hanging from your neck.

Things with Bucky have been going relatively good, you’re not really dating but neither of you let a moment pass without trying to flirt with each other. You enjoy the attention he only gives you and he enjoys making you flustered.

You’ve even managed to make him blush himself a few times.

You haven’t taken his dog tags off since that morning Bucky put them on you, and that’s not gone unnoticed by the team who have had a field day teasing you about it. Just never enough to bother you and make you want to take them off.

Until now.

“Come on, they look so out of place!” Tony says while chuckling as you roll your eyes, drink in hand while you stand in the middle of the party while talking with Tony, Scott and Maria.

“Leave her alone, Stark.” Maria comes to your defense and you give her a grateful smile. All the girls think it’s adorable that you wear Bucky’s tags.

“He’s not wrong, though.” Scott chimes in. “That’s a beautiful get up, but the tags stand out, and not in a good way.”

Anyone else, you’d be creeped out, but you know Scott is in a happy relationship with Hope and he doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s more of a girlfriend at this point.

“I don’t care.” You say simply, sipping your drink. “I like them, and I’m not taking them off.”

“You haven’t taken them off in weeks.” Tony points out, a dangerous smirk starting to grow on his face. “Could it have anything to do with the particular soldier that gave them to you?”

You roll your eyes, knowing where Tony’s going with this because he’s gone there countless times now.

“It has nothing to do with Bucky, I just like them.” You say causally.

“You like him.” Tony says childishly while the other two snicker at your groan. “Maybe you even love him.”

You scoff and almost glare at Tony. “I don’t love him.”

“Then prove it.” Tony says without missing a beat. Obviously he has you exactly where he wants you. “Take them off.”

“What would that even prove?” You roll your eyes again.

“Prove to me that they don’t mean as much to you as I think they do. Take them off.” He keeps grinning at you, challenging you.

“You’re a child.” You say simply, having no intention to accept this silly challenge.

“Yes, I am.” He says and all four of you chuckle, before Tony takes it one step further. “Take them off for a week and I’ll give you ten thousand dollars.”

You give him an unimpressed look. It’s not a surprise, Tony’s known to do this kind of thing all the time. He once bet Sam twenty thousand dollars if he went streaking for at least 4 blocks around the tower.

His ‘falcon’ was on the paper the next day.

“Come on, if you’re so sure I’m wrong, why not make some money off my arrogance.” Tony says with a smirk when you narrow your eyes at him, he knows you’re considering it.

“Fine.” You say after a pause. You hesitantly take the tags off and put them on Tony’s outstretched hand. It’s only a week and it doesn’t mean anything, you tell yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky saw the whole thing from a distance. And it meant plenty to him.

He couldn’t hear what you were saying even with his enhanced hearing because you were far away and the party noise was almost deafening, but Bucky saw you clearly as you took off his tags and gave them to Tony.

To Tony.

Did they not mean as much to you as they did to him? Was this whole thing just a joke to you? Was he making a fool out of himself thinking you liked him as much as he liked you? Maybe you just liked the attention. Maybe you were fucking with him, having fun at his expense because he convinced himself you like him, because how could he even think someone like you actually likes him? Maybe you’ve been laughing behind his back while he’s been falling for yo-

“Hey, Sergeant Grumpy.” His thoughts are interrupted by your playful voice that just a minute ago was the single greatest sound that he wanted as the soundtrack of his existence for the rest of his life.

But right now, it’s making his nostrils flare with barely contained anger while he almost glares at you.

You think nothing of it, convincing yourself that maybe the party is making him anxious like it usually does. After all, Bucky doesn’t do good with strangers.

Or maybe Sam has been getting on his nerves more than usual tonight. Whatever it is, you want to make him feel better.

So you wrap your hand around the tie of his suit and pull him towards you a little, copying the move he’s now done countless times with his dog tags around your neck.

“You wanna hear something funny?” You ask playfully, wanting to tell him about the bet you just made with Tony and thinking Bucky will get a kick out of it and it’ll take his mind off of whatever has him in a bad mood.

But you get no chance to say anything more since he takes your hand away from his tie.

“Leave me alone.” He says with a harsh tone you’ve never heard him use towards anyone, let alone you. “Forever.”

That said, he walks off and out of the room in the direction of his quarters without giving you a second glance, leaving you to look after him, too dumbfounded as your mind tries to play catch-up.

What the hell just happened?

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holylulusworld · 2 years ago

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Indecent Proposal masterlist

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of illegal activities/mafia business/murder, violence, blood, strong reader, arranged relationship, wish for children, shady deals, shitty boyfriend, possible smut in future chapters (including mlm), polyamory, pansexuality, more to be added

A/N: I don't have enough ongoing series. So...suffer with me...

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jtargaryen18 · 7 months ago

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His Inheritance ~ Chapter 35

A/N: The center photo is indicative of the reader's gown only. Not her appearance which isn't defined.

Part 35: Dance with the Devil

Series Masterlist

Words: 5.2k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mafia, reference to violence and violent acts, intimidation, dark seduction. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

"You are almost ready," Yelena said with a smile, just after the stylists left. "Now the jewelry."

You paused, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your gown was an exclusive creation by a top designer, a beautiful sleeveless, a-line creation in layers of tulle, sequins, and matte satin. Shades of pale blue and gold transformed you, enhanced by the ornate way your hair was done, the subtelty of your carefully applied makeup. Beneath you wore the most elegant little gold heels that were surprising comfortable despite their minimal style. The stockings were sheer, hugging your upper thighs just below the skimpy ice-blue panties you wore.

The mention of jewelry brought up an unhappy memory and you knew Yelena recalled it too when your gaze met hers. How your husband's ex-mistress smuggled her necklace in for you to wear on another special occasion had never been solved.Had it been Neal? Hansen? A reminder from the not-too-distant past that your enemies could reach you at any time. A reminder to be vigilant.

"What jewelry?" you asked carefully.

Yelena smiled. "I picked it up myself," she told you, lifting a delicate strand of diamonds set in gold from a black velvet box on the bed.

When she draped it around your throat, you smiled at the way it completed your look. There were matching earrings, diamond studs each with a teardrop diamond dangling and catching the light. The set was exquisite.

"Harry Winston," your friend told you, admiring how they looked on you.

"Nice of them to loan these for the ball," you told her, grateful you got to wear them.

Yelena reached for the golden mask on the bed, holding it to you. "No loan. Steve bought them."

What?

"These must have cost a fortune," you mused. They probably cost more than everything else you owned combined. "Glad you're going with us. I'd hate to get mugged for these."

Yelena grinned. "Security is going to be tight already with so many important people there. The mayor will be there. One of the state senators."

You scoffed. "Why am I going? I'm no one special."

"But you are," Yelena told you. 'The fact that everyone wants you has been a powerful motivator in this game of chess. Your husband is completely devoted to you. Barnes would love to get his hands on you."

"Barnes would ring my neck the first chance he got," you pointed out.

Yelena's expression was difficult to read. "I'm not so sure about that."

"Hansen would for sure kill me," you said, putting your mask in place carefully. The soft mask of golden sequins fit over your eyes.

Yelena's gaze dropped at the mention of the name and you were ashamed. You needed to work harder not to bring that up to her. And you needed a subject change. Fast.

"Who's going to be here with Nat tonight?" You weren't surprised Nat didn't want to go. She'd been through so much between the horrific end of her abusive marriage and all trauma of years being left to the sadistic nature of Banner. You wanted to make sure she was well looked after while you and Steve were gone.

"Clint is staying here of course," Yelena said quietly. "Dyson will be here too. He's arranged for extra security for the house tonight."

You nodded your approval. "What about Scott?"

"He's coming with us," Yelena explained.

You smiled. Scott going had little to do with keeping you and Steve safe and everything to do with spending time with Yelena. You were pretty sure Yelena was aware of Scott's infatuation with her. Would she ever return his affections? You didn't know. Considering her tragic history, you weren't sure she could feel the same way towards him or anyone. But in the time you'd known Scott, you learned he was a good man who always had your back and never once questioned your authority. You trusted him with your life. You trusted him with Yelena too.

But would she ever give him - or anyone - a chance after all she'd been through?

You blew out an exhale, preparing yourself for the night ahead. "I guess we should let Steve know I'm ready."

"He knows," a deep voice caught you and Yelena both off guard.

Your husband strolled into the bedroom and Yelena stepped back to allow him a clear path to you. He looked breathtakingly handsome in the classic black tuxedo he wore, tailored perfectly to fit his tall, broad-shouldered physique. His tawny hair was perfectly styled, diamond cufflinks winking in the light. His tie was shades of gold and blue to match your gown, a subtle touch but one you appreciated.

Steve moved to stand behind you in the mirror of your vanity, bending to fit his handsome face in the reflection with yours.

"You look so beautiful," he said with something like reverence in his voice. "I can't wait to show you off."

"I'll be downstairs," Yelena said, making her way out to give you some privacy. "We worked very hard on her, boss. Don't mess her up."

Steve smiled at what he took as a playful warning, his large hands smoothing over your bare shoulders. Slowly, you removed the mask, placing it in your lap with your hands. His watchful gaze didn't miss the slight tremble of their movements.

"Everything is going to be fine," he explained. "I've been to this event before. All the rich, politic elite of Boston come out to dance and drink the night away and wallow in excess. It's probably Tony's favorite night of the year."

You could see it. And you were excited to go to the annual masquerade ball, as Steve's wife and not his trophy, and to enjoy a fabulous night on the town. You felt like Cinderella, going to the ball in the gown that truly looked as if magic had created it.

But you couldn't fight back an impending sense of dread. It had been so quiet in the weeks of your recovery and Steve's. Life went on. You were included in all the family's business meetings. The family business had recovered and was branching out, deals with three of the other four families made things even better.

Not that you agreed with all of it. You weren't crazy about the loan sharking or protection deals the family made. The casinos and restaurants didn't bother you as much. And at least the family wasn't making any money off drugs or trafficking. Some of the stories about the business and how other families operated you heard now were just horrific. You made up your mind early that no matter what, you'd never allow the family to make money off the misfortunes of women and children. Never.

It had been very quiet where the Barnes family was concerned. Too quiet.

"I'll be the envy of every man there tonight," he murmured, pressing a kiss into your neck. The soft brush of his beard made you shiver. A sensual smiled curved Steve's lips. "Are you ready?"

You nodded. You trusted your husband. You were going to do your best to have a wonderful night, just like he intended.

And still that little kernel of dread lingered.

You felt like you were in an old Hollywood movie to walk down the staircase on your husband's arm with the gown flowing softly with your movements. Honestly, you were grateful for Steve's help in keeping you balanced, relieved when you made it to the bottom of the stairs.

Dyson, Yelena, Scott, Clint and Nat were a small crowd, watching in admiration as you approached. Nat's smile was all you needed to feel like a princess. Her lovely green eyes lit up as her gaze swept over you.

"You look perfect," she exclaimed, carefully hugging you. "I knew that gown was the one."

Nat had been the one to find it when the two of you went out shopping for it. And you were all too happy to give her the credit. You knew very little about fashion. You would learn. Until you did, it was nice to have the advice of someone who already understood it.

As Nat stepped back, you forced yourself to smile. She still looked so small, so frail. She had yet to gain weight and regain her amazing figure. Your sister-in-law seemed fragile, even with the protection and love of the man she'd always wanted. Even with the full support and love of her brother. It worried you.

Dyson looked worried too, but as you did, he put on a quick smile. "You two had best get going. The line at dropoff takes forever."

"True enough," Steve said, nodding to Yelena and Scott.

You stopped to hug Dyson. "Keep her safe for me," you whispered.

"You know I will," he muttered.

Steve whisked you away to the sleek black limousine waiting in the driveway. Its glossy, jet-black exterior reflected the fading sunlight with a mirror-like finish. The long, streamlined body stretched gracefully, its tinted windows offering privacy and adding to its air of mystery. Scott climbed in behind the wheel and Yelena rode shotgun as Steve got you into the back seat, helping you keep your gown away from the doors. Once you were settled, you studied your husband. Something was missing.

"Did you bring a mask?" you asked him.

Steve smiled, pulling a small black mass from inside his tuxedo coat. No sequins, just a matte black mask he could wear. But he wasn't interested in the mask as he fidgeted with it. He was too busy staring at you.

"Are you excited?" he asked.

You couldn't help the smile the question brought on. "Yes."

Steve looked pleased. "As time goes on and things settle down, we'll get out more. Do more things like this. You look like a princess tonight."

Tears pricked at the backs of your eyes at his heartfelt words. He meant them. He was taking you out to a society function, dressed you up like you were going to the fucking Oscars. A night out like nothing you'd ever experienced before. You'd been excited since he told you he got the tickets a few weeks ago.

"There are going to be a lot of people there, sweetheart," Steve explained quietly. "I'm sure Belova went over everything with you. But I need you to listen. You are going to be with me at all times. If you're not with me, you'll be with Belova and Lang. No wandering off to talk to people or sightsee. Okay?"

You nodded. Yelena had covered the plans thoroughly while she helped you get ready for the evening.

"If I have to talk business for a moment, Belova will be with you. You have to go to the ladies' room, Belova will be with you," he continued. "Take it easy on the drinks. You're not used to alcohol and I need you vigilant tonight. We're going to have a wonderful time but..."

"I understand," you told him. "Besides, I don't want to miss any part of tonight because I'm drinking. It's my first masquerade ball. I'd like to enjoy every minute of it."

The smile Steve flashed you had your heart fluttering in your chest.

"There will be dancing, right?" you asked.

"Of course," he told you.

"You'll dance with me?" Would Steve dance with you to a beautiful ballad or classic song?

Reaching over, he tipped up your chin with his fingers, his touch careful. "There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you when you smile at me like that. I love you."

"I love you, too."

His lips were a teasing brush against your own but in seconds it deepened, filled with longing and need.

The sharp wrap on the dark glass that separated the two of you in the back seat of the limo from Scott and Yelena up front scared you. Then the glass slid down just a couple of inches.

"Later," Yelena admonished. "I worked too hard on her for this party, boss."

You froze thinking that was going to piss your husband off but he laughed. "Okay, sorry," he called back to her.

It made you happy. Ever since everything happened that day between your family and Barnes', your husband and your best friend got along a lot better. Steve was kinder to her, treated her with the same respect as he would any of the men in his employ. That being the case, Yelena felt comfortable enough to tease him about things like tonight. She worked hard on carefully picking her moments with him to tease. She did even better at being thoughtful when offering criticism or advice. The fact that they were getting along better just made your life easier.

"That's supposed to be privacy glass," he said, still grinning.

"Or she's just that good at her job." Honestly, she was.

"After the ball," Steve said once the privacy glass has slid back up, "I want you out of that dress. Especially if you want to keep it."

The sly warning had you grinning. "I would like to keep it. It's the most beautiful dress I've ever seen."

"Noted," your husband said. "I'll do my best to contain myself until you get the gown to safety."

The heated looks he cut you the entire way into Boston made you wonder if he'd be able to. You couldn't wait to find out.

Once you reached the venue, you saw there was indeed an endless line of limos in the que leading up to the door. It moved surprisingly fast. Within ten minutes, Scott pulled up to the door and Yelena darted out to open the door for you. Before you could reach for her hand, Steve was there, helping you out of the back of the car with ease and ushering you up the carpeted stairs with Yelena behind you. The decorations and festive lighting dazzled you as you moved along on Steve's arm. The way the soft light reflected off the gown you wore made you feel like you were in a fairytale.

Steve stopped and greeted more than a few gentlemen on the way into the venue. One man you recognized as a senator and the easy way the two men spoke had you curious. Did the senator know who Steve was? Were they old friends? For a moment, the two of them seemed to forget all going on around them. Just as quickly, the senator's gaze fell on you and the handsome older man smiled.

"Is this your new bride?" the senator asked.

"She is," Steve replied, introducing you with obvious pride. You meant to shake the man's hand. He kissed the back of yours in an old fashioned gesture. You found him completely charming.

"Have you been to the masquerade before?" the senator asked.

You shook your head. "This is my first one."

The man smiled. "I hope you enjoy tonight. If I get the chance, I'll introduce you to my wife. It's one of her favorite nights of the year."

"I'd like that," you told him. "It was nice to meet you."

Was it your imagination that Steve watched you with such wonder? Once his conversation with the senator ended, he led you further into the venue where the main ballroom was all prepared, looking like a view from a movie set.

Clusters of elegant tables arranged in a wide horseshoe shape framed the dance floor, each adorned with lavish centerpieces sparkling beneath the soft glow of the majestic chandelier overhead. The chandelier's light cascaded down like a shimmering waterfall, casting a warm, golden hue over the room, making every surface gleam. A full bar stood ready, offering the finest drinks, while an orchestra played a symphony of enchanting melodies, weaving through the air like a spell. The room was a sea of Boston's political powerhouses, movie stars, and the wealthy elite, all dressed in exquisite gowns and tailored suits, their masks concealing only their identities—not their status. As you paused to take it all in, your husband's familiar warmth pressed against your back, grounding you in the moment as the dazzling scene unfolded before your eyes.

"What do you think?" Steve's whisper at your ear made you shiver.

"I love this," you told him with enthusiasm. "Thank you for bringing me tonight."

"You don't have to thank me." Your husband took your hand, looking like a tawny-haired prince in his tuxedo and black mask, and led you to the dance floor. Your surprise must have shown on your face because he laughed as he swept you into his arms at the edge of the dancing crowd and led you in an easy waltz.

Steve was a wonderful dancer much to your surprise. He led you with an easy grace that you delighted in and found easy to keep up with given your own love of dance. You knew you had to be staring at him but he kept you close, enjoying your surprise.

"When did you learn to dance like this?" you had to ask after he twirled you around gracefully.

"It's not so hard," he said, his attention solely on you. "Not nearly as hard as your type of dancing."

Ballet was discipline but dancing a perfect waltz wasn't easy either. You were impressed.

"Is this why you got us all dressed up?" you teased. "So you could show off your dancing skills?"

Steve chuckled. "Is there something wrong with wanting to have a magical night with your wife?"

You were delighted. But you knew it wasn't the only reason Steve brought you here. And now that you were involved in the family business, you weren't offended by the other reason the two of you were there.

Not long before he married you, Steve had acquired a prized property on the outskirts of Boston. He'd been so involved with marrying you and taking over the families he'd neglected it for a time. Now his attention was back on it, plans were being made to develop it. Together, you'd decided on an exclusive resort with fine dining, glitzy nightclubs, and a casino for the wealthy. It was a massive investment and to make it work, certain permits would need to be acquired. The senator and a few key businessmen there tonight could make or break the project that would expand your family's wealth.

It was a very important night for Steve.

He'd be spending some time talking to these gentlemen tonight which is why Yelena and Scott were there, to keep you safe. You really didn't mind. You felt like Cinderella at the ball in the beautiful gown that flowed and captured the light with your movements as you danced with your husband among the wealthy citizens of the city. As the two of you moved through the dance, you caught a glimpse of Yelena, dressed in her dark suit and standing next to Scott, blending into the background. Your best friend's gaze never left you. Scott's never left her. You smiled, enjoying the beauty of the moment, dancing with your husband at your very first masquerade ball.

When the dance came to an end, it took you a moment to realize it. One of the musicians announced the band would take a short break and be back in just a few minutes. Steve's hand at your lower back urged you to turn. The senator making his way towards you with a lovely older lady at his side.

The senator's wife was polished from head to toe. Her gown was bright pink layers of satin that matched her lipstick. Otherwise her white hair and face gave her a cold countenance, like she was an ice queen dressed for her best guess at spring. Her eyes were dark, small and mean as her gaze swept over you. The senator assured you that you and his wife would have plenty to talk about. As the woman stood there studying you with pursed lips, you decided talking to her probably wasn't the best idea.

Steve's gaze met yours and he nodded as he let the senator lead him away, leaving you with the judgy woman before you.

"This must be a special night for you," she said tartly.

Straightening your spine, you smiled. "Why is that?"

The woman's white brows rose slightly but a smile played about her lips. "You don't belong here."

"Excuse me?" You kept your smile in place.

"My father was a direct descendent from The Mayflower," she informed you. "We're practically royalty here. We built our fortune through hard work and our good name. You, on the other hand, come from poverty and crime. You father crawled out the shadows and robbed good people blind. That's why you have the money to play dress up and act like you belong here. We all know your husband fancies himself some sort of underworld prince. But he doesn't belong here either."

Oh, no, she didn't just put you and your husband down. Lifting your chin, you looked her in the eye.

"Your ancestors came over on a ship over four hundred years ago and nobody cares anymore," you told her. "You can pretend to be royalty, and tell yourself you made your money working hard and protecting your good name. But the sad truth is, your family made your money the same way mine did. In fact, your family probably paid mine to keep from getting your hands dirty or to protect your interests. And my husband is the king of Boston's underworld and so was my father before him. You may be someone in society right now, but your husband is currently anelected official. If you were smart, you'd spending a little more time being respectful."

Gracefully as you could manage, you turned your back to the rude woman and marched off. Yeah, maybe you hurt your husband's chances of getting the permits you needed for the project development once she talked to her husband. But you weren't about to put up with someone like that.

You looked all around for Yelena. You were dying to tell her about the conversation you'd just had. But you weren't watching where you were going and you collided with someone hard.

And whoever he was, he caught you in his arms, sweeping you out onto the dance floor as another waltz began. He was as tall as your husband and the scent of his expensive cologne was familiar. You realized who held you a beat before he spoke, a low purr by your ear.

"Did you miss me, beautiful?"

Barnes.

Easing back, you glanced up at your uninvited dancing partner, wearing an aura of allure and danger with ease. Barnes' chiseled jawline was partially obscured by the intricately designed black mask he wore, adorned with silver accents catching the light. Those steely-blue eyes were shadowed but still piercing, glinting with a cold intensity as his gaze met yours.

His tuxedo was entirely black and tailored to perfection, hugging his muscular frame effortlessly. His attire seemed to absorb the light, creating a sense that he came from the shadows. Even his shirt was dark onyx, subtle embroidery only revealing itself when he moved. And he felt strong as he held you, solid and healed.

Stop staring at the man and answer.

"I haven't thought about you at all," you told him, trying to sound nonchalant but not quite hitting that note.

As much as you hated to admit it, Barnes was undeniably handsome. From the way his hair was slicked back with precision to the confident smirk curling his lips, the man was... magnetic. But there was a sinister edge beneath the polished surface. There always had been. Barnes' posture was too poised, his movements too calculated. Every inch of him whispered danger, a wolf in the presence of unsuspecting lambs.

Pulling you close to him, Barnes chuckled. "I don't believe that. I think you I live rent free in that beautiful head of yours."

"Maybe," you said, feeling his smile widen. "I do think about how I wished we'd used more poison."

Now he laughed, a deep rich sound. "I don't doubt that."

"What do you want?" You looked anywhere but at him. Still, you were so focused on the predator that held you, you weren't really seeing your surroundings. The music, the lights, everything else seemed to fade into the background.

"What do you think I want?" Barnes asked.

As Barnes swept you around the floor, your mind scrambled for a comeback. "Your hands around my throat," you said, going with honesty. "And me dead?"

Leaning in, he ran his nose gently up the column of your neck, making you shiver. "Oh, I did. I really did. And I could have made that happen."

You were dangerously close to having him think he had the upper hand here. "No, you couldn't."

Again, he chuckled. "You've got it all figured out, don't you?" Releasing you only long enough to spin you in the dance, he pulled you back into him tightly. "You made peace with your husband. You're now involved in the family business. I would call Steve a pussy for even thinking about that if it were any other woman. But you're not just any woman. But you're special."

You missed a step in your alarm. How the hell did Barnes know you were in the all the family business meetings now? And that you and Steve had made peace? The questions triggered your anxiety, reminding you of the days early in your marriage when Neal had been Barnes' rat and you were always looking over your shoulder. Was someone else talking to Barnes?

"A long time ago, your mother seduced my father," Barnes whispered. "She tore my family apart. And when you came along and you weren't the poor disfigured little girl we were told you were, I assumed you were a little whore like your mother. You look almost exactly like her. Has anyone told you that?"

You didn't answer, trying hard to put a little space between the two of you. Where was Steve? It wouldn't be too conspicuous if he broke in on the dance. If Yelena or Scott came to save you, it could create a scene and unwanted attention.

"I even thought maybe, horrible thought I know," Barnes went on, "that you might be my half-sister. But it didn't take me long to realize that wasn't true either. Besides, that devious little mind in there, hidden behind all that beauty? You didn't get that from your mother. Or my father."

"What's it to you?" you snapped at him, trying to pull off pissed even though you held anger and fear in equal measure. "I'm Steve's wife. He's your boss. You'd do well to remember that."

Barnes was unfazed. "You're Steve's wife. For now. But he can't handle you." Barnes leaned closer, his gaze locking with yours. "You should belong to someone stronger."

Now you really were getting pissed. "I don't need you or any man, including my husband, to tell me who I am and what I should be doing," you said.

"You may be right," he purred. "But it's that attitude, that fire. It got me thinking... I had the wrong idea about you from the beginning. Yeah, all the bitterness from the past clouded my judgment for a while. I wanted you dead and buried next to your loser husband." When you tried to pull free of him, he tightened his grip. His grin widened. "Now I realize you're exactly what I need."

"For what?" You didn't know how much of your glare he got from behind your mask.

"To finally take my rightful place," he said as if it were gospel. "The position occupied by your current husband."

Current husband? Who the fuck did he think he was?

"Our children will be kings and queens," Barnes went on. "That dynasty would rule Boston for decades."

"My children with Steve will rule Boston," you told him angrily. "And when we're done with you, no one will even remember the Barnes family."

"One day," he said with meaning, leaning closer, "you'll be mine."

Despite yourself, you shivered. Barnes caught it.

"You want me too," he whispered. "I'll make you admit it."

As the song neared its end, you were prepared to do whatever you had to do to get away from the bastard, the man who'd done so much damage to your family. As the last strains of the symphony ended, Barnes released you to bow. You did curtsy to him, then you straightened.

"I will never be yours." You meant it with every fibre of your being. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find my husband."

Barnes' grin didn't fade. "Better find a way to keep him safe."

You spun on your heel, marching off the dance floor. You needed air, and a moment to calm down. You were blinking back tears, you were that angry. You felt someone on your heels as you made you way out of the main event room out ornate glass doors left open. It was chilly out there but you welcomed it, fighting back anger.

"Are you okay?" Yelena asked, her hand at your back as you gripped the railing and hung on.

"No, I'm not... o-fucking-kay," you said, trying to regain your composure. "He came out of nowhere."

"He did," Yelena said. "He got to you so quickly after you talked to the senator's wife."

"Where's Steve?" you asked.

"Talking very intently to the senator," she replied. "It appears to be going well."

You had to wonder if that would still be true once the senator's wife caught a moment to tell her husband and your little "talk."

But you had bigger problems right now. Barnes.

"Barnes is all healed up," you told her. Looking beyond her, you saw Scott by the entranceway back into the ball. "And he's got big plans."

"He wants you," Yelena said it. "That much was obvious. It gives me some idea of his plans."

You nodded. "Don't say anything to Steve or Scott right now. I just want to find a glass of champagne to take the edge off and get through the rest of the ball."

With any luck, you could maybe enjoy one more magical dance with Steve before the evening ended.

You couldn't, however, complain. You wanted to be in on the family business and this was part of it. Barnes, unfortunately, was also part of it. And he'd just announced his intentions to you and you realized now it was the pit that had been in your stomach the entire evening.

Barnes would keep tearing your life apart until he was stopped. Somehow between his drastic plans and the animosity between you and your husband, you'd found your way to a happy marriage. A path to be queen in this world. And you'd be damned if you let Barnes threaten that future.

"You're going to tell Steve, right?"

"I am." You didn't miss the concern in Yelena's voice. "I'm telling all of you. But not here."

Nodding her agreement, Yelena watched as you straightened, steeled yourself to return to the event.

"Let's find you a glass of champagne, boss," she said with a wink.

Boss? Now that put the smile back on your face.

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missmarveledsblog · 6 months ago

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It's only pretend right ? ( Bucky barnes x reader) part three

summary : kitty ( y/n) brings bucky to one of the spots in her life she can just breathe and take it all it , while the two enjoy the time alone soon realize that they been gone far too long get back only for bucky to take a tumble and learn more and more about her , he even get asked to bring her grandmother to church and a surprise shows up that makes her happy to be home

warnings : this is actually unlike me to have a tooth rotting fluff piece but i ain't mad at it , grammatical and spelling errors ( whats new)

previous part

Maybe it was the scenery , maybe it was the company or even it was the both that had her instantly more calm more settled , the fresh green grass , trees and fields as she passed by was something she did miss even though the compound was surrounded by some trees and stuff it wasn’t like this . it wasn’t the great outdoor of home she always looked forward to . The two stopped near the meadow just an hour from her house. She felt calmer being away from the judging gazes and comments, finally being able to breathe fully and it was like bucky could see the shift himself .

“ You know they have no idea about who you are,” he spoke up.

“I used to think they did , they used to make me doubt myself so much that when i was on my own I thought I was a disappointment so when i was left in big city i was afraid to come home, until I met fury , he showed me I was worth something then I came on to the team and even more, I mean my dad's side they're awesome they let me know i'm loved , they tell me all time that their proud of me” she smiled brightly.

“ I understand you more” he nodded “ huh ? “ she felt herself suddenly doubt kicking in.

“ Why you make everyone's day better, let them know their worth even when they don't themselves “ he smiled softly watching the horse move to the little river.

“ I make sure they never feel the way I once did, sorry also I didn't know dickface was here” she grumbled .

“ gotta be a specific doll” he chuckled .

“ Good one but I was talking about my ex,” she laughed.

“ He's the one who hurt you badly huh?” He knew of him , Knew it was bad but never pushed her to tell him .

“ he left me in new york two days after arriving found him with another girl when I went go get my stuff out of hotel room and he didn't care like they waited for me to leave” she scoffed.

“Well he never deserved you , he screams of what is it Parker says , small dick energy “ he mused as her laughter filled the meadow. The way the light hit her honestly looked like an angel,as he knew one week was gonna be hard , two was going to definitely kill him .

“You know I'm glad fury found me “ she sighed flopping on to the ground staring up at the clouds above.

“ As am I, you know you still never told me that story either” he flopped down beside her .

“ you make it through these days without killing my family or ex and well then I'll tell you both stories “ she giggled .

“ you got yourself a deal doll “ he held his hand out as she took it, sealing their deal

“ so Is this your spot , you know that one spot that everyone has to feel free , The one that is just for them ” he asked, eyes watching her reaction.

“ It's one of them only Jessie knows my real spot, the one I went to as a kid when they would visit or when I had a tough time, he’s the oldest and in the army but he got leave so be here tomorrow ” she smiled softly.

“ Are you two close?” he asked .

“ He was the first best friend I've ever had and the first person I rang when I got both jobs then my dad” she smiled.

“ I mean I love izzy and jack to death and we’re close too, we bond over different things , she is closer to Jack ,twin thing “ she explained . He could listen to her rambles even for hour , days even and not get tired of sound of her voice .

“ I get what you mean doll” he held her hand and two just looked up at sky enjoying the comfortable silence. She even had a nap before the buzzing of her phone startled her seeing the sun setting .

“ shit mama texting to say it almost time for dinner” she yawn as he stood holding his hand out for her to take pulling her up . “ just us and grandma “ she added .

“ the evil one?”.

“ The devil lady , she ain't so bad I mean she's quiet and grumpy and judges everything most of the time and ignores everyone. My dad convince she sold her soul to the devil to live forever hence the nickname , she’s had a few close calls ” she chuckled easily mounting her horse as bucky got up on the moon easier.

“ I would say race you but this one is too far gone” he chuckled as she walked a head and moon followed.

“ I'll see if I can keep you guys together” she cooed to the horses .

The sun completely set as the two pulled back up on the ranch. All the cars were gone meaning they were gone too .

“ I can't believe this,” her dad stared as they approached.

“ What are you about, old man?” she laughed.

“ the rebel stallion walking like a show pony , you know he bucked Jack off” he said coming to the two .

“ he's misunderstood , hard at trusting but once he does , big softy plus jack in the box is annoying “ she giggled, flickering a glance towards the man beside her.

“ We think he's after star too “ bucky patted the stallion not realizing he was going to sneeze once horse head went down bucky tumble after hitting the ground with a thump.

“ shit bucky you ok “ she hopped down so quickly honestly her father never seen her move so fast .

“ is it dark enough that neither of you saw that” he groaned, eyes not wanting to open.

“ it not even dark enough to hide the red of your cheeks son” her dad's hand slipped into Bucky's, pulling him off the ground.

These two stay together from now on , you get in and rest that was quite a fall I'll check you over once I get these settled “ she called back .

“ come on son we get you in “ her dad led the super soldier in suppressing his laughter.

“ Are you ever gonna tell her how you feel?” he asked. “ I mean we're together “ he panicked.

“ I may be old but I ain't dumb , plus the team clued me in “ he chuckled .

“ steve?” He asked .

“ he and Natasha , they rang three nights ago” , his words making Bucky stop.

I only found out last night.” His brows furrowed.

“ she only found out that morning” he winked, heading into the house leaving the door open once the super soldier let the words sink in.

“Come on before she kicks both our asses,she a cute little thing but shit never get wrong side of kitty ” he walked faster into the house as bucky followed .

“ about time … wheres kitty “ her mother turned to see two men .

” Bucky here took tumble off the moon so she gone get them set for night while I checked over lover boy here” he patted the man's vibranium arm .

“ shit” bucky huffed.

“ What's broken , we ain't got insurance for that '' her dad said his first proper look at the metal arm he's only ever seen in pictures.

"Nah the plates and calibration is out of whack ,makes it off” he explained lifting the glasses up and instantly smashing it. “ I can feel pressure with it “ he winced as they jumped at the sound of glasses shattering .

“ hey who’s making a mess in here” she walked in seeing their worried expressions set on bucky .

What's wrong, do we need to go to the hospital?” she rushed in front of the man. Eyebrows furrowed as her face laced with worry checking him over.

“ my arm just acting up” he smiled softly loving the doting attention she was giving him .

“ Pop, can you get my tools please?” she asked softly .

“ You need to take the arm off , I can clear the table” her mother rushed over .

“ No, he doesn’t easily do it while on so he can feel it’s in the right balance” she shook her head . Bucky couldn’t help laughing when her father pushed in the heavy trolley neon purple in color.

“ nice choice color doll” he winked making her chest flush.

“ Jessie and Jack got them for me” she rolled her eyes .

“ She and my dad used to fix cars when she was growing up , little tiny thing picked quickly. I mean she was fixing engines to her daddy’s machines at 10” her mother chuckled.

“ Ok, you ready buckaroo?” she asked, opening the trolley.

as i’ll ever be” he saluted with his other hand.

Her parents watched as she was lost in her task. It was like watching her as a kid working with her grandfather again. While bucky was lost in her , just the presence of her alone. “ ok …more or less” she asked as he flexed the metal appendages.

“ nearly there a little more” . He loved when she was this close, how he could see every detail of her face, little freckles that littered her cheeks, how he could enjoy the full beauty of the color of her eyes. When the tip of her tongue peaked out when she was fully concentrating on a task.

” ok how's that” she asked.

“ Perfect thanks doll” he kissed her cheek .

“ y-y-your welcome , food time” she turned so fast she felt dizzy but she was sure if it was his lips or smell of his cologne , the way she had to force her eyes to stay on task at hand or get lost in his beauty but boy did her knees feel weak.

“ kitty dear, could you get me a blanket” her grandmother asked .

“ Yes grandma, which one ?” she asked softly.

“ surprise me dear” she let a little smile on face.

“ She needs to teach me to do that,” her father whispered to bucky.

“ Mama is always sweet to the grandkids” her mother rolled her eyes.

“Mr Barnes, would you bring me to the church tomorrow? '' the elderly woman asked face showing nothing .

“ I can indeed ma’am” he nodded .

“ Mama, he doesn’t know where it is, '' her mother protested.

“ They got computers for that , thank you mr. barnes'' she nodded before bowing her head, not waiting any longer saying her own grace and tucking into her food .

“your immortal right” her dad Frank teased.

“ Why, '' Bucky asked.

“ Don’t mind him '' Beth's eyes rolled, swatting her husband as Y/N walked in with a flowery blanket.

“ Perfect dear, thank you, '' her grandmother cooed. '' Bucky is taking me to church tomorrow” she added as the woman froze while sitting down.

“ He doesn’t know where it is , we don't have a car here” she began.

“ your fathers car and he’ll find the way” she dismissed easily.

“ good luck, you know what buckaroo it was nice meeting you ” she gave him thumbs up dodging her mother swatting her .

Once dinner was done and everyone was retired for the night, Bucky found her sitting on the porch looking up at the skies .

“ i was wondering where you went to , nat is wanting to facetime” he held his phone up .

“ ok park that ass” she patted the spot beside her. What they weren’t expecting was the team sitting in the living room, even Tony .

“ Hey you two, how did the first day go” nat asked .

“ he survived the first day with the vultures” she joked.

“ I went horse riding too,” Bucky beamed.

“ fell off the horse too” she burst out laughing .

“ last time i was one was the 40’s” he rolled his eyes but didn’t hide his loving glance at her laughing.

“ Two weeks guys” she said as they all looked away from the camera.

“ you haven’t had your vacation yet and neither has the cyborg so yes two weeks pretty girl” sam sassed.

“ Hey little pyro you haven’t seen my black card have you” tony asked arching his brow.

“ Remember that hug?” she asked .

“Little shit , buy anything good even? ” he asked, chuckling.

“ nah not yet might buy my horse a new saddle you know the luxury brand” she mused playfully.

“ Her little accent is so cute , you can hear it more,” Wanda cooed.

“ I dont have one , anyway funny find out you got my parents involved in the ploy” she asked softly.

“ you both need a break ok so shut up and enjoy it , not much happening here anyways” nat rolled her eyes.

“ I mean it is good to be home , just can’t wait til the rest of them leave, especially dick face” she huffed.

“ What is your brother thinking?” Nat crossed her arms.

“Honestly jack doesn’t think” a gruff voice called, making her head shoot right up.

“ JESSIE” She ran off the steps, almost knocking the man to the ground.

“ her older brother is here i’ll ring you guys later” bucky hung up before standing up.

“ Hey kitty, good to see you,” he smiled, holding her tighter to him .

“You're supposed to be here tomorrow” she sniffled.

“Hey they best be happy tears” he pulled her into a hug.

“ very happy tears i missed you so much” she almost climbed into his arms .

“ sergeant barnes” he saluted while still holding his sister close to him .

“corporal” he saluted back .

“ Are you being safe?” she asked, checking him over.

“ I should be asking you that,” he arched his brow.

“ I'm safe,” she smiled, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Sorry you had to deal with them today” he smiled sadly knowing his own family.

“ s’okay i mean dad was there” she shrugged.

“ They give her a hard time?” He looked to bucky.

“ hey i’m right here i can handle it , how long's the leave for” she asked.

“ It was a bit harsh,” Bucky smiled sadly.

“ dickface saying anything? And I got two weeks, funny that ? ” he asked.

"No, I mean anytime he did Helen answered, even though she doesn’t like him and I didn't influence your leave ” she giggled.

“ Jack just thinks her family should be there , her parents are gone so he’s all she has” Jessie rolled his eyes still not liking it hell he almost left his post to get her in NewYork when he found out.

“ Come on mama and papa haven’t been in bed long” she pulled the men into the house , she and bucky stood on the landing watching the reunion. She grabbed his arm when she saw her mother crying at the sight of her son making him move his arm lacing his fingers in hers .

“I'm glad i didn’t miss this” she whispered seeing how happy her parents were.

“ Me too,” he smiled, eyes locked on her , seeing how happy she was.

part 4

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yourloverfromthepast · 1 year ago

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Sam: Oh my- where the fu- JESUS CHRIST!

Bucky: Uuh, why you throwin' gang signs?

Sam: Huh? I'm not- *sighs* I can hear this fucking mosquito but for some reason I can't see it

Bucky, turning towards you: Aaaand, what the hell are you filming? A ghost?

Y/n: A ghost? Oh no! Scott asked me to edit a video of him singing "Umbrella" while being tiny. There, look. *Proceeds to point at the table in front of the couch*

Sam, who was sitting on the couch, now standing up: Are you for real? No, like, ARE YOU FOR REAL?? I'VE BEEN TRYING TO CATCH A MOSQUITO FOR FIVE MINUTES AND IT TURNS OUT IT WAS TIC-TAC?!?!

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sycamorelibrary754 · 4 months ago

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Guardian Angel

Chapter 13: Open up your Golden Gate

Summary: You, Natasha, Yelena, Sam, and Scott, carefully strategize your plan to infiltrate Onyx Petroleum Headquarters in San Francisco.

Warnings: Angst, combat fighting

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: I hope you enjoy this new chapter. I'm excited about where the story is going!

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“Y/N, are you okay?” Your mother’s voice crackled through the phone. It had been ages since you last heard it. “We just found out about your accident! Why didn’t you call us?”

“What? How did you?” you began, but you thought better. You sighed and rubbed your forehead as the memories flooded back. “That was months ago, Mom. I tried calling you several times, but you never picked up.”

“Nonsense, dear,” she countered. “I find that hard to believe.”

Exasperation washed over you as you ran a hand down your face. Wanda, seated beside you, gave your arm a reassuring squeeze.

“Okay, whatever. The point is, I’m fine now. Really,” you replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “I appreciate the concern, though.”

“How’s business at the Candy Bag?” she asked, a hint of distaste in her voice.

“It’s called the Candy Bar, Mom,” you replied, feeling a familiar mix of exasperation and annoyance. “Things are going well. Harper stepped up a lot while I was recovering, but we’ve settled back into our routine now.”

“Harper?” Your mother’s tone shifted slightly. “You still socialize with that girl?”

“Yes, Mom,” you responded, trying to keep your voice steady despite the familiar irritation at her choice of words. “She’s not just ‘that girl’—Harper is my business partner.”

“Well,” your mom began, “I suppose that’s good for her. It gives her something to do.”

You bit your lip in frustration. “Yeah, I suppose so. I have to go, Mom. It's late here, and I was getting ready for bed.”

“Wait!” your mother protested. “It would be wonderful if you could visit us this week. You haven't been home in so long.”

You chuckled, masking your sarcasm. “I think there's a reason for that, Mom.”

“But it’s been ages since we have seen you,” she pressed.

You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. “Oh, I don’t know. The shop’s been busy,” you said, glancing at Wanda, who was watching closely. “And I have a lot going on in my personal life.”

“Just think about it, darling,” she urged, her hopeful tone lingering.

“Alright, I’ll think about it,” you conceded, eager to wrap up the conversation by any means necessary.

“Marvelous! I won’t keep you any longer,” you said. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Mom.” Waiting for the familiar click of the call disconnecting before plopping back onto the bed.

“She sounds pleasant,” Wanda muttered.

“What are the chances my mom would reach out today?” you mused, staring at the ceiling as thoughts raced through your mind.

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Wanda said, propping herself up on one elbow as she settled beside you.

“My parents never lift a finger unless there's something in it for them. They are angling to force me into that Board of Directors meeting, just like when I was growing up,” you vented.

“But you’ve been out of that world for years. Why would they even care now?” Wanda probed.

“Honestly, I don’t know, but I refuse to give them the satisfaction. No way I’m playing their game,” you declared.

*^~^*

“You have to go!” Tony urged, leaning across the compound kitchen table.

You stared at him in disbelief. “What? No way!”

“The focus will be on you,” he explained. “We could gather more intel that we wouldn’t otherwise have access to.”

“But won’t that just complicate things?” you countered, looking for any reason to back down.

“Not to mention it’s dangerous,” Wanda chimed in, her grip tightening around your hand, a silent plea in her gaze.

“Not necessarily,” Sam jumped in. “If anything, you can make sure no one steps on Tic-Tac,” referring to Scott.

“I resent that remark,” Scott murmured.

“It’ll be okay, Y/N. We’ll be inside the walls the whole time,” Natasha reassured.

You glanced at Nat and then looked over at Wanda. You didn't need her powers to know what she was thinking.

Wanda turned to Steve, her eyes searching for guidance. "What do you think, Cap?"

Steve met her gaze, his voice steady and reassuring. "It’s Y/N's decision.“

You looked around the room at Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Six months ago, they were larger-than-life figures; now, they were your family. After everything you’ve been through, their belief in you was the only motivation you needed.

“I'll do it," you declared.

Wanda's brow furrowed with concern. "Are you sure about this?"

You nodded, a sense of determination settling in your bones. "I have to. My parents are hurting the woman I love. I can't just stand by and watch.”

*^~^*

“And this is your comms,” Maria said, holding up a device that looked almost impossibly small, like the size of a pea. “With this, you’ll have a direct line to the team—anytime, anywhere.”

You carefully placed the device in your left ear, feeling it snug perfectly into your ear. “So, my parents won’t see this at all?”

“Nope, nanotechnology! One of my greatest innovations. With any luck, they'll think you're talking to yourself,” Tony smirked, strolling into the lab with a flourish, a gift box in his hands.

“Ah, your modesty truly knows no bounds, Tony,” you teased.

“Appreciate it, Willy Wonka,” he shot back with a smirk.

“You’re all set for tomorrow,” Maria confirmed, her tone serious. “Just remember, rule number one of an undercover mission is to keep calm and exude confidence.”

“Not so fast, Hill,” Tony interjected playfully. “I’ve got one more safety measure for our favorite candy-holic here.”

“Aww, you didn’t have to buy me a gift,” you said, playfully dabbing at an imaginary tear.

Tony grinned and shook his head. “I didn’t buy you something—I made you something.” He lifted the box lid, unveiling a red body suit—bland and ordinary to the untrained eye.

Your brow furrowed in surprise. “You made me a suit? I’m not an Avenger.”

“FRIDAY, would you do the honors?” Tony exclaimed.

“Yes, Boss," the AI replied smoothly. "This suit is embedded with advanced Stark technology akin to the protective suits worn by the Avengers. It monitors your vital signs and keeps track of your location, ensuring you’re always connected and secure.”

“Wow, this is amazing, Tony,” you replied, examining the suit. “But why red?”

“You’re in love with the Scarlet Witch, right?” Tony said with a wink.

All you could do was smile, a warm blush creeping across your cheeks.

*^~^*

The following morning, you stood on the platform, hand-in-hand with Wanda, as agents hustled around, loading supplies. You could feel the tension in the air. Your Stark-designed red suit is worn covertly underneath your clothes. Your gaze drifted toward Natasha, Yelena, Sam, and Scott, engaged in last-minute gear checks.

Wanda bit her lip, her brow furrowed with concern as she tucked a loose strand of red hair behind her ear. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come along? I’d feel so much better if I were there with you.”

You took a deep breath, trying to hold her gaze. “I’m sure. Having the most famous Sokovian in the world in the middle of it all isn’t the best way to stay under the radar,” you replied gently. “Besides, Billy and Tommy need you here. We'll be back tomorrow.”

“Just promise me you'll stay safe,” Wanda said softly, her fingers gently caressing your cheek, her eyes filled with concern and love.

“I promise. Trust me, the most dangerous thing in that building is my parents’ personalities,” you replied with a teasing smile. The corners of Wanda’s lips curled up slightly, but the worry in her eyes lingered.

“All aboard for San Francisco!” Yelena announced, her voice cutting through the morning breeze.

“It’s going to be okay,” you reassured Wanda, leaning in to kiss her tenderly, feeling the warmth of her lips against yours.

The rest of the team pretended to be preoccupied with their tasks, though their glances betrayed their keen interest in your loving farewell until Tony broke the serene moment.

“You’re not going off to war, chop-chop. Let’s go!” Stark called out.

“I'm coming!” you replied, your voice filled with determination, though your heart felt heavy as you left her behind.

Wanda held onto your hand with a grip that felt both reassuring and reluctant, her eyes never leaving yours as long as she could. Eventually, she had to release her hold. You turned and made your way to the Quinjet, glancing back one last time to see her standing there, a mix of pride and worry on her face.

You waved from the window, giving her a small smile that you hoped would ease her fears as Natasha flicked the switches to initiate the take-off protocol. Clint wrapped his arm around Wanda’s shoulder as you ascended into the early morning New York sky. How she wished you had a Guardian Angel.

*^~^*

The Quinjet touched down three hours later in Golden Gate Park's dense flora and fog. Scott led the group on backroads through the city, getting them as close to Onyx Petroleum Headquarters as possible without raising suspicions. Soon, the five had eyes on the facility from a nearby hill in the Financial District. It was a modern skyscraper with a gleaming glass and steel exterior. The entrance was marked by a large, curved atrium that soared several stories high.

“The Board of Directors’ meeting starts in T-minus 20 minutes. Remember, this is a no-kill mission. We aim to maintain a low profile and avoid raising any alarms,” you heard Maria say in your comms. “Sam, are you ready?”

“Always. Red Wing, engage,” he said as he launched his drone into the sky.

“You’re sure this isn't going to draw attention?” you asked, watching Red Wing soar toward the building.

“Please, this is San Francisco. Ten-year-olds have drones,” Scott snarked.

You observed as Red Wing gracefully soared above the sprawling cityscape displayed on Sam’s wrist band. With a steady hand, Sam zoomed in on the building.

“Infrared scan shows ten individuals gathered in the top floor boardroom,” Sam announced, his eyes narrowing with focus on the screen.

You leaned closer, nodding knowingly. “That’s where they hold their most high-profile meetings,” you remarked, using exaggerated air quotes to emphasize your point. “My parents thought the view of the city would be a major selling point.”

“Physical security measures?” Natasha interjected, her expression serious and analytical.

“Two armed security guards, one in the front and one in the rear. The perimeter is outfitted with an extensive array of CCTV cameras and motion detectors. Every access point is fortified with biometric authentication and keycard scanners,” Sam explained.

“Ha!” Yelena scoffed with a sly grin. “This is going to be easier than I thought.”

“This is it,” Natasha said softly, her hand resting reassuringly on your shoulder. “Once you and Scott are in the meeting, we’ll make our move.”

With a deep breath, you met her gaze and nodded, feeling the weight of the moment settle around you.

“Away we go,” Scott grinned at you, a mischievous glint in his eye as he pressed a button on the side of his helmet, initiating the shrinking procedure. You carefully reached down, scooping him up in your palm, and then placed him on your shoulder.

*^~^*

“Mom!” Tommy called out from the back seat, his voice tinged with concern. When Billy did not respond, Tommy exchanged a worried glance.

“Mom?” Billy echoed, mirroring Tommy’s unease.

Wanda glanced back through the rearview mirror, a hint of distraction in her eyes. “Hmm? I’m sorry, what did you say, boys?”

“Why did Y/N have to go to San Francisco?” Tommy asked, his brow furrowed.

“Yeah!” Billy chimed in, his disappointment palpable. “She just moved in with us, and now she’s gone? Does she not want to live here anymore?”

Wanda turned the car into the driveway, her expression softening as she faced her sons. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s not like that at all,” she reassured them. “Y/N had to visit her parents, but don’t worry—she’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Alright,” Tommy said, a hint of reluctance in his voice as he slung his backpack over one shoulder and stepped out of the car.

Billy lingered in his seat, concern etched across his young face. “Are you really okay, Mom? I can hear your thoughts buzzing like a swarm of bees.”

Wanda’s heart warmed at Billy’s perceptiveness. “Everything is just fine, sweetie,” she replied, gently stroking his cheek. “Now, don’t you have that book report to tackle?”

“Yes,” he mumbled, glancing down.

“Then let’s head inside,” she encouraged, watching as he trailed after Tommy, the two brothers disappearing into the house.

Taking a moment for herself, the redhead paused in the driver’s seat, drawing in a deep breath to steady her racing heart and quiet her swirling thoughts. As she sat still, she couldn’t help but wonder what you were doing at this very moment.

*^~^*

With a confident stride, you entered the vast lobby, the echoes of Maria's advice resonating in your mind. The space enveloped you in a whirlwind of sensations, triggering memories. The expansive area, adorned with gleaming marble floors reflecting the soft glow of overhead lighting, felt grand and suffocating. Your gaze was drawn to the bold piece of contemporary art suspended from the ceiling, its vibrant colors and abstract shapes striking a stark contrast against the sterile environment. A wave of distaste washed over you; everything about this place reeked of insincerity. It was a facade you had always resented, a world that felt entirely out of reach and utterly phony to your senses.

You were handed a visitor badge at the reception desk. The irony was not lost on you that your parents saw you as a visitor. You quietly rode the elevator to the top floor, save for Scott’s occasional Dad joke, trying to lighten the mood. With a swirl of nerves, you raked your fingers through your hair as the doors glided open.

The sight of the long, polished oak conference table stretched out before you, with your father and mother seated at the far end, their presence commanding the room.

As soon as they caught sight of you, they gracefully extricated themselves from a rather dubious conversation with a sleazy-looking executive and made their way over.

“Y/N! It’s been ages,” your father declared, a thin smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he extended his hand for a shake. Even after all this time, he still exuded the warmth of an ice cube, you mused as you grasped his hand.

"Nice to see you, too, Dad," you said with a playful smirk, sarcasm lacing your words.

“You certainly don’t look too bad,” he remarked, his eyes scanning you with an unsettling appraisal.

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “Excuse me?”

“Honestly, between that car accident and living in New York, I thought for sure you’d stroll in here with a cane and a sling,” your father chuckled.

You felt your jaw clench at his insensitivity, a wave of frustration washing over you.

“Y/N, your blood pressure is climbing.” Maria’s voice crackled through your comms, concern lacing her tone as she monitored the readings from your suit.

“Hey, take it easy, Y/N,” Scott said, breaking the tension. You nearly forgot Ant-Man was perched on your shoulder, a tiny ally in this awkward moment.

“Good one, Dad,” you said, gritting your teeth as the words slipped out.

“We’re thrilled you could be here today, sweetheart,” your mother beamed.

“Me too,” you responded, forcing a smile despite the knot in your stomach.

“Shall we take a seat?” she suggested, gesturing towards the conference table.

“I should come back later. I don’t want to barge in,” you said with a hint of innocence, fully aware your parents would insist you stay.

“Nonsense,” your father exclaimed, touching your shoulder and nearly squishing Scott. “Why not join us? This meeting won’t take long. Then we can catch up.”

You winced as Scott let out a yelp and dove for cover under your jacket's collar.

“You okay down there, Tic-Tac?” Sam asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“Barely,” Scott huffed, trying to regain his breath.

You could hear Yelena’s laughter echoing through the comms.

You smiled as your parents introduced you to the Onyx Petroleum Board of Directors. Some faces sparked recognition, while others glanced at you with barely concealed indifference.

“Thank you all for coming today. As you know, we are here to discuss the next great frontier for Onyx Petroleum. Vibranium,” your father announced proudly.

“That’s our cue,” Natasha said in your ear. “We’re on the move, Y/N.”

“A rare metallic substance of extraterrestrial origin,” your father continued. “For centuries, Vibranium was thought only to be found in the sub-Saharan country of Wakanda—until today.”

You cast a subtle glance around the polished conference table, noting the varied expressions on the faces of the Board of Directors.

Your father leaned slightly forward, his voice steady as he began, “Thanks to that egotistical bastard, Tony Stark, we now know that Sokovia possesses the largest known natural vein of Vibranium outside of Wakanda. However, tapping into this invaluable resource presents a significant challenge, as it lies submerged beneath the waters that cloak the Sokovian ruins.” As he spoke, he navigated through a series of photographs on the conference screen, revealing haunting images of what had once been Wanda’s home.

It took every ounce of self-control to keep your emotions in check as you stared at the photographs before you. You had witnessed the destruction wrought by Ultron on the news, but these were different—satellite images that revealed a harrowing perspective. The scale of the devastation was staggering; the entire city lay in ruin, its outline stark against the landscape, reduced to a mere shadow of its former self. Piles of rubble and rising smoke were a haunting testament to the chaos caused by Ultron. As you absorbed the sight, Wanda’s words reverberated in your mind like a chilling mantra: "There is always more to take."

*^~^*

“On my signal, Sam,” Natasha murmured, her gaze fixed intently on the security guard stationed at the rear of the building. “Now.”

Red Wing swooped gracefully above the security guard, destroying the CCTV camera. The rush of wind and sound barely registered before the moment slipped away. Just a heartbeat later, he was jolted back to reality—Yelena’s fist collided with his jaw, sharp and unexpected. He barely had time to gather his bearings before chaos erupted around him. Natasha had wrapped her legs around his neck, subduing him in one swift motion.

Yelena glanced over her shoulder, making sure the security guard was out cold before she spoke. “You need to update your moves. That crotch-throat grab? It’s so tired.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow, smirking as she snagged the man’s key card. “Hey, the classics never go out of style, sestra.”

“Poser,” Yelena shot back, rolling her eyes with an amused huff.

Scanning the card, Maria guided the two sisters remotely through the building's maze.

“Up this stairwell and then through the door on the right,” Maria instructed. “Two guards in your way, and then you'll be in the IT Center.”

“I’ve got this,” Yelena said with a confident smirk. “Let me show you some combat moves relevant to this century.”

“Please, go ahead,” Nat replied with a playful challenge, gesturing toward the swinging doors.

With a swift roundhouse kick, Yelena took down the first guard, her foot connecting with his stomach and sending him crashing down. The second guard reached for his weapon, but the blonde was too quick. Twisting his arm, he dropped the gun before he could fire. He swung at her with his free hand. Blocking the punch with her forearm, she kneed him in the head, neutralizing the threat without hesitation.

Natasha opened the door just in time to see Yelena dusting herself off like a victorious gladiator. “See? That’s how you get it done!” Yelena declared a triumphant grin spread across her face.

The redhead raised an eyebrow, her smirk barely containing her amusement. “Sure, if by ‘done,’ you mean taking twice as long.”

“Jealous much?” Yelena shot back, a playful accusation lacing her tone.

Sam's voice crackled through their comms, dripping with sarcasm. “This delightful sibling bickering isn’t exactly efficient, ladies. How about you finish up, and I’ll treat you both to a Ghirardelli sundae once you’re done?”

The sisters returned to their task with a collective eye roll.

Yelena was on the lookout as Natasha sat in front of the computer, her eyes fixed on the screen as she worked her magic. Her fingers flew across the keyboard with a speed and precision that would shame even the most skilled hackers.

Despite the mainframe being heavily guarded, Nat gained access to the system with a few swift keystrokes. She easily navigated through the digital landscape, avoiding detection by Onyx Petroleum’s security software. Once Natasha had access to the system, she began to dig deeper, backing up everything from financial records to confidential emails. She utilized various techniques to conceal her digital footprint, ensuring no trace of her activities would be left behind.

“Files downloaded,” Natasha confirmed.

*^~^*

You carefully lifted Scott off your shoulder and placed him on the table as you pretended to adjust your collar.

As the Board of Directors droned on, Scott scurried across the conference table, weaving between the coffee cups and papers, pausing beside a cup of coffee, listening intently to the conversation. He discreetly retrieved a tiny bug from his pocket and, glancing around the room, carefully positioned it on the table's edge, its glinting surface almost blending into the wood.

Suddenly, a hand reached for the cup, and Scott barely dodged the giant fingers. He held his breath as the hand lifted the cup and took a sip.

You inhaled sharply at the near miss, sending a ripple of concern throughout the room.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Your mother’s voice cut through the tension, laced with worry.

“I’m fine,” you replied, a bit breathless. “It just felt like... I was,” you hesitated, searching for the right words, “falling.”

“Smooth,” Sam chuckled in your ear.

“Has anyone looked into a feasibility report for this Y/D/N?” one of the Board Members inquired, his brow furrowed in concern.

“I concur!” another member chimed in, his voice skepticism-filled. “This project seems riddled with unnecessary risks.”

Your father leaned forward, his expression confident. “Gentlemen, the potential rewards far exceed any risks we might face. We’re dealing with an indestructible metal that offers limitless applications. Imagine advanced drilling technologies, enhanced oil recovery, and fortified pipelines and storage solutions. The prospective timeline puts us at approximately three months from arrival to pay dirt. The possibilities are extraordinary.”

You keenly observed the expressions on the faces of the Board of Directors, noting the subtle shifts in their demeanor as your parents presented their case.

"We've successfully struck a deal with Slovakia and the Czech Republic to start drilling on the land they annexed following the Battle of Sokivia," your father revealed a note of triumph in his voice.

“Shall we put it to a vote?” your mother inquired, cutting through the tension in the room. “All those in favor?”

A flurry of hands shot up, eager to signal their support.

Your father followed up with a calm authority, “All those opposed?”

In stark contrast, only two hands hesitantly lifted into the air. It took all your resolve to stop your hand from raising instinctively.

“Excellent!” Your father exclaimed.

The triumphant grins plastered on your parents' faces felt all too familiar, a mix of smug satisfaction and bombastic pride. Inside, a storm of emotions raged—anger, despair, a desperate need to scream that what they were doing was utterly wrong. But you couldn't.

“Steady, Y/N,” Natasha’s voice broke through your comms.

“We’ll move forward with the next steps,” your mother said.

Your heart plunged for a moment before the shrill sound of an alarm pierced the air and echoed through the building.

“What is that?” Sam's voice cracked with confusion in your ear.

“That’s not coming from us,” Natasha shot back, her tone sharp.

“It’s the fire alarm,” Yelena groaned.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Maria exclaimed.

Scott hurriedly scurried up your arm before diving into the safety of your jacket pocket. “What is this, junior high?”

“Piece of junk,” your father grumbled, yanking off his glasses and rubbing his forehead as the frustration creased his brow.

“Well, I suppose that wraps this meeting up,” one of the Board Members announced, rising from his chair. “Keep us informed, Y/F/N. Great to see you, Y/M/N.”

“Shouldn’t we get going?” you suggested, gesturing toward the door as the Board Members began to file out, the alarm’s relentless wailing echoing in the background.

“Nonsense,” your mother interjected, already dialing a number with a determined look in her eyes. “Someone needs to deal with that absurd alarm!” She hung up abruptly, cutting off the poor soul on the other line before they could respond.

Just then, the alarm ceased blaring, though the ringing in your ears lingered.

“Finally,” Yelena breathed a sigh of relief in your ear.

“Please, Y/N. Have a seat,” your mother urged, her voice laced with an urgency that felt out of place in this sterile boardroom.

“Everyone, hold your ground,” Maria instructed sharply.

Reluctantly, you sank back into your chair across the table from your parents. It was the closest you’d been to them in years, yet the emotional distance felt insurmountable.

“So,” your father started, his gaze piercing, “what did you think of the presentation?”

You bit your tongue, grappling with the bile rising in your throat. The words "disgusting" and "immoral" danced on the tip of your tongue, but instead, you forced a tight smile. “Well, you certainly seem passionate about it.”

His eyes lit up. “We are,” he declared, a hint of pride in his voice. “But more importantly, we believe this marks the dawn of a new era for Onyx Petroleum. And we want you to be part of it.”

“We want you to come home, Y/N. Lead this Sokovia project,” your mother implored, her eyes searching yours for a spark of interest or perhaps allegiance.

“I see,” you said, pausing to gather your thoughts; you had been right all along. “So all that sentimental talk on the phone about how it's been ages since we’ve seen each other—it was just a clever ploy to draw me in. Sokovia stands as a solemn memorial, a place that deserves our respect. Yet, you seek to tarnish its memory for your greed. I refuse to be a part of it!”

“Oh, come now, darling,” your mother responded, a sweet veneer barely masking her disapproval. “You could spend your life toiling away in that little sweet shop in New York, but what does that truly offer you?”

“A life I cherish, surrounded by people who mean the world to me—something neither of you could grasp,” you fired back, lacing your words with just the right amount of sarcasm. “If you’ll excuse me, I must return to my little sweet shop.”

You could hear Yelena’s enthusiastic cheers buzzing in your comms as you pushed yourself away from the desk, rising from your chair with triumph and frustration. The last thing you saw as the elevator doors closed was your parents' familiar look of disappointment.

“What do we do now, Y/F/N?” your mother sighed.

“We take more drastic action,” your father said firmly, his expression unyielding as he braced himself for what lay ahead. “We need her.”

*^~^*

You let out a deep sigh as Sam activated the Quinjet's autopilot, the hum of the engines filling the tense silence. “Now what?”

Nat turned to you, her expression steady and reassuring as she touched your shoulder. “We do what we always do,” she said with a determined glint in her eye. “We dive into the intel and devise our countermeasures.”

“What on earth am I supposed to tell Wanda?” you asked, your eyes fixed on your nervous, twisting hands.

“The truth, plain and simple,” Scott replied, his gaze sympathetic.

Yelena chimed in, her voice sharp like a blade. “You mean that her parents are greedy criminals and lack any sense of morality, completely indifferent to the feelings of others?”

"Something like that," you sighed, a hint of weariness in your voice as you gazed into the distance.

*^~^*

The last twenty-four hours stretched out for Wanda like a seemingly endless toll of the clock, each moment dragging on, feeling more like an eternity than a single day. The redhead felt an overwhelming urge to reach out to you and hear your voice. Yet, deep down, she understood that letting the mission play out was the wiser choice. Tommy forgot his math homework, costing Wanda valuable time and derailing her plans to meet you at the hangar.

When she finally arrived at the compound, she moved quickly through the familiar halls, anticipation building in her chest, only to find you surrounded by Natasha, Yelena, Sam, and Scott, deep in a debriefing with Maria. The glow of the overhead lights illuminated everyone’s serious expressions.

When the briefing finally ended, your gaze drifted to Wanda, visible through the glass panel of the debriefing room. You exchanged a glance with Maria, who subtly gestured with her head, encouraging you to go.

As you strolled over to Wanda, you could feel her gaze scanning you from head to toe. “You look fine, so I take it your talk with your parents didn’t end in a brawl.”

“Nope, Nat and Yelena handled the heavy lifting,” you smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

Wanda let out a soft sigh. “I’m almost afraid to ask what happened.”

You bit your lip, a wave of anxiety washing over you as you took Wanda’s hand in yours. “They’re moving forward with the drilling plans.”

Wanda’s eyes narrowed, and she nodded solemnly. “I can’t say I’m surprised.”

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your following words. “They tried to convince me come home and lead the Sokovia project.”

“Of course they did,” Wanda said, her voice dripping with frustration.

“Tony is piecing together the server intel so we can figure out our next move,” you said, your voice laced with urgency.

“Good,” she nodded, hope flickering in her eyes. “Let’s just pray there’s something useful in there.”

As Natasha approached, she confidently declared, “There will be—I left nothing behind.”

“Except for our hearing from that ridiculous fire alarm,” Yelena chimed in, playfully wiggling her ear as if trying to shake off the memory.

Nat turned to you, a warm smile spreading as she touched your shoulder reassuringly. “You should be proud, Wanda. Y/N nailed it.”

Wanda’s eyes sparkled. “I always am,” she replied, her voice infused with genuine affection.

You sighed, your thoughts circling what could have been done differently. “I just wish there was more I could do,” you admitted, feeling the weight of the mission still lingering.

“Rule number two of undercover missions,” Maria interjected as she stepped out of the debriefing room. “You have to let the intel come together. We’re only starting to get feedback from Scott’s bug, and it’ll take us a while to sift through the servers. You can do nothing more today; go home and get some rest.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Wanda agreed softly, her fingers brushing your cheek gently.

Taking her hand in yours, you felt the warmth and comfort of her touch. You had no idea how profoundly your bond would be challenged in the months ahead.

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mieeaahhh · 3 months ago

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All for the game as Marvel characters because my marvel phase violently came back

some of these have reasons and some are just because it feels right idk + I’m the most indecisive person in the world LMFAO

Neil Josten // Deadpool/wade Wilson OR Hawkeye/ Clint Barton OR Pietro Maximoff

(he is so difficult to pick for)

Andrew Minyards // Loki OR the winter soldier/Bucky Barnes

(He could also be Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet witch because of the whole dream universe and pipe dream stuff)

Kevin Day // Iron Man/Tony Stark OR Captain America/Steve Rodgers

Aaron Minyard // Spider-Man/peter Parker OR Bruce Banner/Hulk

Nicky Hemmick // Star-lord/Peter Quill

Renee Walker // Black Widow/Natasha Romanov OR daredevil/Matt Murdock

Allison Reynolds // The Scarlett Witch/Wanda Maximoff OR Iron Man/Tony Stark

Dan Wilds // black Panther/T’Challa OR Captain Marvel/Carol Danvers

Matt Boyd // The Falcon/Captain America/Sam Wilson

Seth Gordan // Ant Man/ Scott Lang

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bigtreefest · 10 months ago

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Chapter 5: So That’s What It Means

From: The Rainmaker Series

Pairing: Mob! Steve x Forensic Scientist! Reader

Summary: Steve finds out something he’s been wondering for awhile

Word count: 3,594

Content/warnings: Kissing, thigh grinding, nice det. Lang, mean det. Walker, soft!Decks, strong!Decks, mentions of death and murder, light mob themes, secrets, old ladies who love to objectify young men, swears, misogyny, pet name usage like one singular time

Author’s Note: Hehehe I’ve been waiting for this one. Turn it up!

I’d love it if you dropped a comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think!! (Otherwise, I’m just screaming into the void by myself, which is fine, but I like it when the void screams back)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Just when Steve thought things couldn’t, they got worse. At least on the business end of things. Lloyd seemed like he was closing in. The previous death of that employee from his salon was followed by a string of half a dozen, all working for him and Bucky in different capacities. It included their civilian services, as well as those involved in the undercover operations. This was bad, and was only going to get worse if there wasn’t a plan to step up and put an end to the series of turf wars they’d found themselves in.

On the bright side, which still wasn’t technically great under the circumstances, all these occurrences meant he got to visit the precinct more and see you.

Yours and Lang’s desks were stacking up with cases. They all seemed related, but you weren’t quite sure how yet. And for some reason, you kept seeing Steve coming in for quick interviews. It’s not like you really wanted to complain, though. You wanted to see him, and you were happy for it to happen since this increased work load was making you too exhausted to do more of it outside the station.

As you were doing data entry in your lab with the door cracked open, you saw a tuft of blond hair move into your field of vision above your computer screen. A smile instantly graced your face, but you kept your eyes on the results.

“Steve. Hi. Get into trouble? It’s like you’ve got permanent residence at Lang’s desk.”

Steve laughed and came in, closing the door behind him. “Eh, not quite, but if I’m being honest, as much as you know I like Scott, I wish I were here more often just for you instead of these unending cases. Speaking of which, you have a minute?”

You nodded, still typing on the keyboard while you listened to him. “Yeah, let me just get this in really quick, then I’m all yours.”

His fingertips tingled at that and a warmth rose from his chest to his throat. Oh how he wished that was true. He wished you were his, but more than that, he wished that he could be yours. All of him. But that wasn’t something he was ready to discuss yet. You knowing his whole self. Things were going too well right now for him to mess it up by dropping that bomb on you. It wasn’t the right timing.

As you slipped your gloves off and went to wash your hands, Steve locked the door behind him and took a step forward. You dried your hands and came over to meet him, looking up into his eyes. Oh how you wanted to swim in them; a pool of peace amongst the craziness outside. Despite how busy Steve always seemed, time with him made everything else go away.

“So what do you want to ask me?” You rocked forward on your toes, happy to focus on anything but work for a second. Right, that’s what it was, definitely not excitement to see him, even though your heart was racing and your legs felt restless.

“I wanted to know if you were busy this weekend. Maybe you and I could do something.” He looked between your eyes with a smile, but it was slowly falling in anticipation for your response.

You winced, sucking in a sharp breath. “Unfortunately, I am really busy this weekend. I’ve got some guests I’m hosting. But you’ve at least caught me right now. And I’ve got a bunch of free time next week. I can text you my schedule later.”

Steve nodded, leaning closer to you. “You’re right. I’m happy to at least have you for right now. Even if it’s just a few seconds.”

You couldn’t help the way your body was drawn in just like his. Or the way your hands traced up the front of his suit, which was honestly growing on you, the feeling of the expensive fabric surprisingly pleasant. Or how your fists gripped his lapels tightly and pulled him close, down to your level. Or the way your lips hovered closely to each other.

Steve whispered in the closing space. “Seeing you sometime next week for much longer would be great. You let me know as soon as you can.”

In your affirmation of his request, your lips brushed against his while his one hand snaked around your waist and the other came up to your cheek. Your fists grew tighter, needing him infinitely closer.

Normally, Steve would mind the potential wrinkles of his designer suit. He was wearing his favorite today, mostly because he knew he’d run into you. But if that damage was coming at your hands? Hell, that made it all better.

Your eyelids fluttered shut, which Steve took as his signal to do the same, his lips softly pressing against yours. The kiss was sweet and careful, tentative, yet venerative. It was short, and interrupted way too soon for your liking by a knock on the glass of the lab door, where you had luckily closed the blinds before.

The two of you pulled away with a breath of a laugh, looking down at your feet before looking up again with a smile at the other. Steve spoke first.

“I, um, I should probably go.”

You nodded, mouth still slightly agape as a remnant of the moment. “Yeah. I’ve got a lot of work to do. And you’ve got…”

“Meetings,” Steve finished for you. You forced a small smile.

“Yeah, always meetings.” It was true. Every time a moment was cut short, it was meetings, but this small talk was also so you could make it seem like you weren’t just kissing a civilian in your lab. Whoever was on the other side would at least hear voices, not lip smacking, although the kiss was nothing like that. Steve slowly backed the two of you towards the door to start heading out, but he still wanted to take advantage of you letting him hold you for as long as possible.

“But to double check, you’re really not free this Saturday?”

You shook your head. “No, I’m totally booked. But if I’m remembering correctly, I could probably swing something in the middle of next week. Like Tuesday? Maybe Wednesday? Is that too weird? I’ve got all evenings off, so any time that’s good for you is good for me.”

Steve smiled, or more like beamed at the thought of you offering up all your free time to him, but still spoke softly, breathily, a hand still on your back. “Yeah, that works. I’ll text you.”

“Okay.” You didn’t even realize the way you bit your lip when you nodded, the slightly harsher sensation holding nothing to that of his soft lips. You were granted another soft smile under sparkling eyes.

“Okay. Goodbye, Sweetheart.”

Steve gave you a kiss on your hairline, reaching behind him and unlocking the door as quietly as possible so whoever was on the other side didn’t know it was locked in the the first place. Goosebumps took over your body at the whole thing. The pet name, the forehead kiss, the actual kiss. Luckily, they were under your lab coat, so he couldn’t see how much he truly affected you. Steve dropped his other hand from you, the warmth from them replaced by the air conditioned lab environment too quickly for you liking, before turning and opening the door. He excused himself to walk past the two detectives on the other side, Lang wearing a smirk and Walker, a scowl. Once he passed though the two-person wall, he turned back to wave goodbye to you with a wink and a salute.

You did your best to hide your smile at that, biting at the inside of your cheek and focusing on the detectives in front of you. If there was one thing Walker could do, it was kill a mood.

“Detectives. How can I help you?” You opened the lab door all the way for them to come in. Lang stood in the middle of the room with a file folder while Walker leaned up against one of the tables, something you’d told him not to do several times. Well, it’s his problem if a solvent eats though his ugly collared shirt, not yours.

Lang handed you the folder, still barely smiling at what he knew he’d interrupted.

“Got another case, Decky. Sorry to keep piling them on like this, but we just can’t figure out who’s doing all this. Or at least we don’t have enough proof yet.”

You grabbed the folder, flipping through the pages, before you dropped it over on the desk by your lab computer, the one surface in the room that was lean-safe, but Walker didn’t seem to care about that. You let out a dramatic sigh, crossing your arms. “Okay, thanks. I guess I’ll get back to work, then. I’ll let you know when I have the time to get though that.”

You gestured towards the case with one of your shoulders, but Walker slammed a fist on a table. You didn’t even care about his quick anger and poor intimidation attempt. He probably shouldn’t touch that surface with his bare hands, either, but you guessed he’d find his own punishment for it sooner or later.

“Is something wrong with that, Detective Walker?”

He walked over to you, his looming presence replacing the same space where Steve previously was, but this time it was much less enjoyable, so you took a large step back, holding out your hand. “Chill for a second there, buddy. Give me words.”

Walker huffed before looking at Lang, not even you. “Do you seriously trust her with this string of cases when she was just in here privately talking with one of our suspects? This case is important and I’m not gonna let her screw it up because she can’t keep her legs closed.”

That sent you over the edge. This entire time, Walker had been trying to undermine your abilities. He’d been doubting you, and blaming you for every one of his responsibilities that went wrong. And now, not even directly addressing you for the unfounded accusations.

“Walker, I’m sure there’s good re-,” Scott began to speak up before you cut him off.

“What I do in my lab is none of your business if I still serve you the data you ask for. There has never been a single occurrence where I’ve fraternized with a true suspect of an open case, and this is not me starting now. Plus, that is absolutely inappropriate for you to insinuate. Some of us take our jobs seriously and hold the law with regard. I kindly suggest you fuck off unless you want to know what the floor tastes like.”

Walker stood still, continuing to face Lang through your entire monologue, which may have been smart for him, because if he looked into your eyes, he would’ve turned into dust from the burning glare. Scott looked at you with a smile, content with the way you were able to shut Walker up and shut him down. He simply nodded in a thankful gesture, before guiding Walker out of the lab and giving you a thumbs up.

Before you knew it, Saturday was here and you were preparing to host your guests. You’d set out a veggie tray and everyone was arriving one-by-one until a single person was left to wait for. She was coming late, probably after dinner, anyway, so the rest of you got to it for a few hours, laughing and snacking in your apartment.

Steve was busy like there was no tomorrow, because if he didn’t keep working, there might not be. He was constantly relaying commands and shifting things around. The weekends were a busy time for him in general, so he was lucky when he’d gotten the time to spend with you before, but now it was seeming impossible. Luckily, he was sure he’d make it work to line up with your free time next week. He had to.

Steve was racing through city streets to another meet-up when his phone rang. It was Bee. She hadn’t called him too often at all. In fact, all he’d really been getting from her recently were short, sporadic texts. This had to be important, then, so he picked up right away.

“Hey, Bee, what’s going on? Long time no talk.” He was expecting to have a good conversation with a good friend. Someone he got along with, but she seemed frantic.

“Hey Steve, no time for formalities, I need your help.” Steve instantly locked in at that statement. Was she in danger? Why would Bee call him and not Bucky?

“Okay, shoot.”

“I just got off the phone with Bucky, but do you know where Decks is? I’ve been calling her all evening and she hasn’t picked up.”

He continued weaving, but started to slow down due to his focus on the conversation.

“Last I knew, she was having a weekend in. She’s hosting a bunch of guests at her place. Some sort of party I think. Why? What’s going on?”

Steve sent a short message to Sam to either take over or reschedule the meeting. If something was wrong or Decks was in danger, he needed to rush to her. Personally.

“Um, I kind of need her to clear her schedule for next Saturday to come back and win a game of pool.”

Steve wanted to stop in his tracks at that but kept going just in case.

“What? A game of pool? Why just for that? That’s so random. And even so, you don’t think you could win? Or me? I think we both could play pretty well.”

Bee laughed on the other end of the line. Sure, there were a lot of details she was leaving out, but there also seemed to be a lot he didn’t know for how much time he’d been spending with Decks lately. “Oh Steven, you sweet, naive, summer child. No, and I’ll tell you more about it in a second. But are you getting close?”

“Yeah. I’m in the car now. Just a few blocks away from her place. What does this all have to do with? Why does Decks have to play? Is she really that good?”

“Just move quickly. I need to know if she can do it because otherwise I’m not sure if I’ll have enough time to find someone just as good. She’s actually the best. Bucky will fill you in on everything else, but the farm kind of hinges on it. And for your information, Decks is good at all games. I thought you knew that. She’s like, literally a pinochle world champion and a great card dealer and definitely would’ve beaten you at pool that night at the bar if she wasn’t trying to be nice. We used to always say she should’ve gotten a PhD in game theory.”

Steve was taken aback at the onslaught of information. “Wait a second, you bet the farm!? And Decks plays pinochle? That well!? Is that-“

He was sprinting up the steps to the apartment now, not wanting to take the time to wait for the elevator. He reached the door finally and knocked, faintly hearing ‘come in, Marge’ from the other side. Who on earth is Marge?

He cracked open the door to hear the loud sound of chattering, but not before he smiled at the vase of flowers sitting on the kitchen island. The ones he had sent the past week. His head turned toward the dining room table and all sound stopped as he was met with several pairs of eyes.

Steve gasped and dropped his phone from his ear in shock, seeing a familiar woman in a green visor at the table surrounded by old ladies, dealing cards. “Oh my gosh. Card games. Deck of cards. So that’s what it-“

He pulled the phone back up to his ear again. “Hold on, Bee. I’ll call you back later. I’ll take care of all of this...just. Let me tell her, okay? I’ll handle it because I don’t think I can get into the details without telling her everything. And I want it to come from me.”

He hung up the phone and put it in his jacket pocket before looking toward the table again with his grandest, albeit partially forced this time, smile.

You were focused on dealing cards to your game group, the old ladies surrounding you at the table like they did every so often when you had the time to meet up. A few rounds had come and gone, but your partner, Marge, still wasn’t here since she had a family event that she said she’d be coming from. That was fine, and now you’d be expecting her any minute.

You heard a knock on the door, which must’ve been her. Upon seeing the door open, though, you could tell it definitely wasn’t a little 70 year old lady with white hair in her signature yellow cardigan. It was a tall blond man about your age, decked out in expensive black material.

“Steve, what are you doing here?” Your eyes were wide in surprise. He was on the phone, but promptly hung it up after taking a survey of the room.

The old ladies piped up. “Yeah, Steve.” “Hello, Steve.” “Nice to meet you, Steve.”

Steve sheepishly waved at the women sitting around the table across from you. You turned to your sides to see them all making flirty eyes, especially the lady sitting to your left who still hadn’t stopped waving. “Janet, hop off. He’s here for me.” You looked back at Steve. “Wait, you are here for me, right?”

Steve looked around before looking at you again with an awkward chuckle. He was still partially out of breath from how quickly he got here, but it was finally settling. “Hi ladies, um, yeah, it’ll just take a second, though. Can we talk in another room?” He pointed over his shoulder.

You nodded and took off your hat, grabbing his hand and dragging him into your bedroom, softly closing the door. You stood with your back against it, palms pressed flat as if when you moved, the ladies on the prowl would come flooding in to steal your man. Steve turned around back towards the door to look at you. “I’m sorry for just showing up.”

You straightened from your slouched position on the wall, placing a hand on his chest. He seemed a little stressed. “No worries, I just wasn’t expecting to see you today. Is everything alright?”

Steve didn’t want to ruin your day, so he held it in for now. “Um, yeah. Was just in the neighborhood, so I figured I’d take a chance and visit. I realized you’ve never seen it, so would you wanna come over to my place this week? Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday? We’ll play some pool? Bee’s asking if we can come back to the farm this weekend. Figured you and I could practice so we can win with our eyes closed.”

You laughed and smiled, leaning closer to him. “Sounds good. I’ve got this entire coming weekend off, too, so it shouldn’t be a problem. Probably a mercy schedule with the hours I’ve been pulling lately.”

Steve couldn’t help but lean in, matching you, as he nodded. “I bet. I can’t wait to spend more time with you this week, though.”

His arm was bracing him above you on the door. He knew he should’ve held back, not pushed it farther until he could lay everything on the table for you to see, but how could he resist when you were looking at him like that. Eyes wide and wanting, happy almost, even though he dropped in unannounced, something he knew you historically weren’t a fan of.

He was close enough to share a breath, so you leaned on your toes and were met by him leaning down. As the two of you kissed, Steve knew he should stop it in the back of his mind, but it all just felt so good, so he kept going, tongues dancing. He needed more, kissing down your neck and nudging his thigh between yours as you began to grind against him, gasping for air and moaning softly at the pleasurable sensations surrounding you. You wanted to keep going, too, until you remembered the several people just in the other room, waiting for you. “Steve, I, uh… as much as I really, really like this, I have some guests to host. Also, I thought I had told you this was a no-work-clothes-zone, but since you’ve got to go anyway, I’ll let it slide. Pick this up Tuesday?”

He pulled away and nodded, a somber softness in his eyes, taking in the last time you might look at him like this before he had to tell all. He loved the way your were poking at his suit jacket, playfully scrunching your nose, but still locking eyes with him. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, no problem. Walk me out?”

“Of course.”

You grabbed his hand and walked him to the door as all the ladies in your dining room whistled, and oohed and ahhed at him. As he stood in the hallway, the door just cracked enough for you to fit through and hopefully deter the wondering eyes of your card group, Steve left you with a kiss on the cheek.

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Bonus A/N: Did you catch it? Did you catch where the nickname came from? Yeah, I knew you would. Smarty pants.

Taglist: @evie-119 @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly

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biting-miguel-ohara · 29 days ago

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Butthole - Scott Lang x gn!Reader

A/N: I love Scott Lang so much. I have another fic idea for a Scott x ftm!Reader fic for a request that I hope to write soon, but I kept this one gender neutral coz it just flowed better

Happy third and final birthday present to you all! 🥳

Dividers by @/emmanexelle

CW: Reader has an ex, Reader’s ex is a dick, Cassie is a real one, mentioned fighting, Reader gets a little emotional, Cassie and Scott being the best duo ever, happy ending

393 words

“Babes, I’m home!”

You don’t lift your head from your knees. Cassie perks up next to you, but loyally stays by your side.

“Hello? Anyone?” Scott’s footsteps approach. “Woah. Major moody party going on.”

When you don’t laugh or lift your head, his tone changes. “Hey, alright, uh, who do I have to, you know, fight?”

That twitches a smile across your lips. Imagining Scott fighting your ex, or even better, watching him deck your ex across the face, is an image that nudges you out of your funk.

You turn your head to give him a look. “You’d die.”

He scoffs, moving to sit next to you on the couch. “I can take a punch or two.”

You shake your head, but lean into him anyway. You rest your head against his shoulder, taking a moment to just breathe in his comforting smell. “My ex called again today.”

Scott’s hand finds yours, giving it a light squeeze. His voice remains upbeat, but you can feel the tension settling in his body. “Oh?”

“He—“ Your voice breaks, emotion welling up again. You struggle to force it down, battling the tears stinging your eyes.

Cassie pipes up instead. “Mr Fluffers is gone.”

Scott really stiffens, hand gripping yours. “He took your dog?”

You just nod, not trusting yourself to speak yet.

“That dick.”

“Daddy!” Cassie whispers, giving him that look that only a kid who’s just heard their parent swear can manage.

Scott winces a little. “Sorry, sweetie. He’s a… A… Butthole.”

Cassie’s soft giggle pulls a smile to your face. You lift your head to give Scott an unimpressed look. “A butthole? That’s the best you could do?”

“Hey,” Scott nudges you playfully. “It’s a good one.”

You shake your head, but can’t deny the smile insistently tugging at your lips. “Whatever.”

Another nudge from him turns into a silly war, successfully distracting you from your mood. Scott and Cassie spend the rest of the day with you, taking turns to make you laugh.

And the next day, when Mr Fluffers shows up unexpectedly at your door, and when the news that your boyfriend tripped and broke his leg arrives, you don’t question why.

You just give Scott a kiss and pretend you don’t see the hi-five Cassie gives him out of the corner of your eye. The less you know, the better.

#scott lang #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #scott lang x you #scott lang x reader #scott lang x gn!reader #scott lang x gn reader #scott lang x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x gn!reader #gn reader #x gender neutral reader

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romanoffshouse · 2 years ago

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Y/n: [singing Feliz Navidad at the Avengers Compound]

Tony: [shacking his head]

Peter, Thor and Scott starting to sing along with it.

Tony: [gets more annoyed] Can you please stop it's July!

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 months ago

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Hi! Your writing is amazing! I would love to have a romantic and a platonic matchup for Supernatural/MCU/Stranger Things please!

I'm a 34 yr old lady who loves the men! I'm 5'6", curvy, long dark brown hair with reddish tint, hazel eyes covered with nerdy glasses. I have 4 dark freckles on my cheek that resemble the little dipper, full lips, and a round face.

I am a nerd to the core - I'm a lover of classic movies from Fred Astaire/Ginger Rogers classics to The Shining, I have every book I've ever had since childhood (and refuse to sell or throw out), my music collection is so eclectic I may as well be living multiple separate lives. If the grocery store has good music on the speakers I will sing and/or dance along in the aisles. I absolutely love to cook, my cookbooks are used/stained from multiple uses in the kitchen, and I'm always picking up unique ingredients to experiment with.

I have a literal Garfield cat - he's big, whines when he's hungry, and is a brat but I love him. I cry watching Disney movies no matter how many times I've seen them, I never turn down pizza, I can't stand raw onions, and while my workspace is neat and organized my closet is chaotic. I have no patience for slow drivers but patient with kids which I absolutely adore.

I've never judged someone just by how they look; my grandmother used to say I could read people's energy as I always seemed to know when someone was a good person or a walking red flag. While my personal life might be a huge mess, I always seem to find the words someone needs to hear. I'm considered the mother of my friends because I like to plan out road trips and I seem to have a Mary Poppins purse.

Thank you!

When I care and love someone, I do it with my whole heart. But hurt or betray me, I may forgive but I don't forget. I'm a girl who loves flowers, wears black, and is not afraid of the dark. (always wearing sunscreen because ew sun!)

Hello!

Thank you for your kind words!

I just have to say, I also love Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers movies!

I hope you like both sets of your matchups - romantic and platonic!

Enjoy!

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Romantic and Platonic Matchups; Supernatural, Marvel, and Stranger Things

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Romantic;

~~~

Supernatural;

Castiel -

You met Castiel through Sam and Dean, having been their close friend for a while.

They'd casually mentioned the angel, but nothing could have prepared you for his actual presence.

The first time you saw him, you were half-expecting something more dramatic - wings unfurling, celestial light - but instead, he was standing stiffly next to Dean, head tilted, looking slightly confused by your immediate attempt at small talk.

Confused puppy.

Dean made an offhand joke about Castiel being "new to human social interaction," and you, ever the nurturer, took it upon yourself to help Castiel navigate the intricacies of people.

Your energy and kindness draw him in.

Cas admired how you could sense the intentions of others, your ability to read people being something even he found impressive.

You'd introduce him to classic movies, meticulously picking out the best black-and-white films and watching his intrigued reactions.

He quickly learned that when you sang or danced in public places, it was best to just go along with it rather than question it - especially since it made you so happy.

He loved listening to your music states, often asking you about different artists and genres.

He found your passion for music fascinating and would even remember specific songs that made you happy, playing them on a record player when he thought you needed comfort.

He would ask questions about human customs with genuine curiosity, which led to deep, meaningful conversations that left both of you feeling more connected.

Cas would find himself drawn to your warmth, admiring the way you love fully and care for others without hesitation.

He'd watch the way you mothered your friends, took care of people, and instinctively made them feel safe - something he'd never really had before.

At some point, he started bringing you small gifts.

Flowers he found particularly beautiful, feathers, rocks, or even books he thought you'd enjoy.

Each one had a deep, personal meaning to him.

Sam and Dean definitely noticed before you did and would tease Cas mercilessly, prompting him to tilt his head and ask, "Is it not normal to want to ensure their happiness?"

Dean even teased one time that Cas was a crow with the types of gifts he would bring you.

He began to seek out your company more than anyone else's, finding solace in your presence even during the quietest moments.

Cas wasn't one for grand speeches, but his words held weight.

One evening, after a hunt that went a little too close to the edge, he found you tending to a scrape on your arm, and the sight of you - bruised but still tender and caring - made something click.

"I do not understand the full scope of what this feeling is, but I know that when you are near, the world makes... Sense." He admitted, looking at you earnestly.

The way he gazed at you made your heart skip a beat, and at that moment, you knew he meant every word.

Cas would love small, domestic moments with you - watching old movies, helping you cook, and simply sitting with you in comfortable silence.

He'd start using little affectionate gestures, brushing his fingers against yours, standing just a bit closer than necessary, and tilting his head when he admired you.

When he saw you wearing all black and tending to your flowers, he'd make a pint to remember which ones were your favorite and bring you more.

If you ever fell asleep in the bunker library, he'd carry you to your room without hesitation, staying by your side until you woke; making sure you were safe.

~~~

Marvel;

Scott Lang -

You were an Avenger, and Scott was... Well, Scott.

Your first interaction involved him stealing some of your pizza from the compound fridge, thinking it belonged to Clint.

You caught him red-handed, mid-bute, and instead of getting mad, you sighed and sat down with him, stealing another slice off his plate.

"Names, Y/N,"

"Scott."

You had just made your new best friend.

Scott quickly became your partner-in-crime for everything ridiculous, from grocery store dance-offs to late-night movie marathons.

You both shared a love for experimenting in the kitchen - Scott's attempts were chaotic, and you had to save several dishes from destruction, but the effort was what counted.

He adored your cat, despite the mutual animosity between them, and secretly bribed your cat with treats to win his favor.

Scott realized he had feelings for you when he saw how effortlessly you balanced chaos with care, planning everything down to the smallest detail for your friends but embracing spontaneity when it mattered.

He started making excuses to spend more time with you, whether it was showing up at your place with ice cream or insisting you needed a co-pilot for a mission that didn't require one.

Hope would roll her eyes at his very obvious crush and tell him to "Just tell them already, you absolute idiot."

Scott being Scott, it was clumsy.

He probably blurted it out in the middle of an argument about pizza toppings.

"Look, I don't care what toppings you put on the pizza as long as we eat it together- wait, that sounded like- uh, nevermind, uh, ignore me."

But you knew, he was very obvious.

You just laughed before pulling him in for a kiss.

Expect a lot of important dates, like surprise coffee runs, road trips, or museum visits where he tries (and fails) to impress you with historical facts.

He loves stealing your hoodies and wearing them proudly.

Tries to flirt with you with magic tricks.

Domestic moments include Scott falling asleep on the couch, you draping a blanket over him, and him unconsciously pulling you down with him.

He writes little port-it notes for you, leaving them in places he knows you'll find them.

~~~

Stranger Things;

Alexei Smirnoff -

You and Murray have been friends for a while - he appreciates your sharp intuition, love for classic movies, and ability to organize chaos (something he sorely lacks).

When he ends up taking in Alexei, you’re the first person he calls.

The first time you meet Alexei, he’s sitting on Murray’s couch, happily sipping on a cherry Slurpee.

He glances up, does a double take, and then immediately looks at Murray with a raised eyebrow like Who is this?

Murray makes some sarcastic remark about you being the only normal person in his life before shoving you toward Alexei, telling you to “keep him entertained.”

Turns out, you don’t need to try hard.

You and Alexei immediately bond over movies - yeah, you can speak Russian, slay Queen - your collection of old classics makes his eyes light up, and soon he’s rambling about the few American films he’s seen.

Woody Woodpecker is his favorite though.

Your friendship with Alexei is playful and full of laughter.

His goofiness pairs perfectly with your fun-loving nature, and soon, you’re spending a ridiculous amount of time at Murray’s house just to hang out with him.

He’s fascinated by your cooking skills.

He’ll hover in the kitchen, watching you with wide eyes as you move effortlessly between ingredients and pots.

He always insists on tasting things, even before they’re done.

“Alexei, that’s raw dough-”

“Is good.”

You introduce him to Disney movies, and he absolutely loves them - he’ll sit wide-eyed in front of the TV, whispering predictions under his breath.

When he notices you crying at The Lion King (again), he gently nudges a tissue into your hand without saying a word.

Your cat is not a fan at first.

Alexei tries to win him over with treats, but your furry menace acts like he’s in charge.

Eventually, though, you find Alexei napping on your couch with your cat sprawled across his chest, both snoring lightly.

You teach Alexei basic English, and he gets pretty good.

I might as well say this now, but Alexei ain't dying in this.

Pretend that all is good.

Grocery shopping turns into an adventure - you’ll hum and dance in the aisles when a good song comes on, and Alexei, at first baffled, quickly joins in with an exaggerated twirl, laughing when you spin with him.

Alexei isn’t immediately aware that he’s falling for you, but Murray notices.

Every time Alexei smiles a little softer when you’re talking, Murray just sips his beer and mutters, “Oh boy.”

The first time Alexei realizes he’s in deep is when someone makes you laugh really hard - not him.

It catches him off guard, and suddenly, he doesn’t like the feeling in his chest.

He finds himself seeking you out more and more - waiting for you to come over, listening more intently to your stories, and memorizing the way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you’re focused.

He starts bringing you things without thinking - a flower he found on the sidewalk, an extra Slurpee, a new movie he thought you’d like.

It’s so casual that neither of you realize what’s happening.

It takes Murray’s meddling to make anything happen.

Matchmaker.

He’s the one who eventually shoves Alexei into admitting his feelings.

“You stare at them like they’re the last cherry Slurpee on Earth. Just tell them already.”

One evening, after watching a movie at your place, you find Alexei nervous for the first time.

He keeps fidgeting with his sleeves, clearing his throat, and avoiding your eyes.

Finally, in a mix of Russian and broken English, he confesses in the most endearing, awkward way possible, something along the lines of: “I think… You are better than Slurpee. And I like Slurpee very much.”

Your heart just melts.

When you reach for his hand, his entire face lights up in relief.

Alexei is a romantic in the most unintentional ways - he doesn’t always realize when he’s being sweet, but everything he does is laced with affection.

He absolutely adores cooking with you.

He’s a mess in the kitchen, constantly sneaking bites of food, but you wouldn’t trade the chaos for anything.

You two dance in the kitchen together - sometimes to old jazz records, sometimes to whatever is playing on the radio.

He’ll twirl you dramatically, and if you stumble, he’ll laugh and catch you in his arms.

He always brings you flowers, sometimes real, sometimes paper ones he tries (badly) to fold.

“They will never die this way,” He says with a proud grin.

Road trips are his favorite - especially when you plan them out with that Mary Poppins-level organization.

He loves the way you take care of everything, and he just enjoys the ride with you.

He loves tracing random patterns on your arm when you’re sitting together, his fingers light and absentminded, but always tender.

Morning routines are slow and cozy.

Alexei refuses to wake up properly without coffee, so you make a deal - whoever gets up first has to start the pot.

He hoards snacks in your house, always claiming, “Is for emergency.”

(The “emergency” is usually just a movie marathon.)

When he gets sick, he turns into the most dramatic patient ever.

“I am dying,” He groans, while you roll your eyes and spoon-feed him soup.

Your cat loves him now.

If Alexei sits down, your cat is immediately in his lap.

He steals your hoodies constantly.

They’re always too big on him, but he loves how soft they are (and the fact that they smell like you).

He would always make you laugh, even when you’re having a rough day.

He knows exactly how to be silly enough to pull you out of a bad mood.

He would never let you cry alone.

If you get emotional during a Disney movie, he’ll hold you close, no questions asked.

If you have a bad dream, he’d mumble half-asleep reassurances in Russian while holding you, as if that alone could ward off the nightmares.

If you’re ever overwhelmed, he’s the type to silently offer you a Slurpee and a hug, because sometimes you don’t need words - just comfort.

You’d spoil him with home-cooked meals, always remembering his favorites.

You’d introduce him to all your music, and he’d end up loving your most unexpected picks.

You’d never let him feel like an outsider - you make sure he knows that he’s wanted, that he belongs.

You’d plan little surprises for him, whether it’s a road trip, a movie night, or just a small gift that made you think of him.

Like cherry slurpies.

~~~

Platonic;

~~~

Supernatural;

Sam Winchester -

You met Sam in the most unexpected yet fitting way - maybe at a dusty old bookstore where you both reached for the same worn-out classic or at a roadside diner where you bonded over your mutual hatred of raw onions.

He was instantly drawn to your ability to read people.

It reminded him of his own instincts, and he respected it immediately.

Sam adores your love for books.

He’d ask about your collection, flipping through the pages of your childhood favorites with genuine interest.

If you ever mentioned wanting a rare or nostalgic book, he'd keep an eye out on hunts or in random bookstores.

You and Sam would have deep discussions about movies, literature, and life itself, often over homemade meals you insisted on making because “The two of you can’t survive on gas station food, Sam.”

If Dean teases you for crying over Disney movies, Sam is right there with you, totally not wiping his own tears away at the emotional parts.

Grocery store trips are chaotic.

You’re dancing in the aisles, and Sam is torn between pretending he doesn’t know you and fully indulging in the fun.

Eventually, he just gives in and twirls you around like you’re in a classic movie.

You both love road trips, and you always plan them out.

Sam appreciates your Mary Poppins-level organization, and you make sure he actually takes a break from hunting.

Sam bonds with your Garfield-like cat, especially when he’s researching.

You walk in on him absentmindedly petting the cat while deep in lore books.

Sam is fiercely protective of you.

If anyone hurts or betrays you, he won’t forget it - much like you.

When you have a rough day, he always finds the right words to comfort you.

If you need to cry, he’s there with a shoulder to lean on and a warm cup of tea.

If you're stressed, he drags you out on a walk at night, just to talk and let the world slow down.

Sam sees you as one of his closest friends, someone who brings warmth and stability to his chaotic life.

You’re the person who reminds him that there’s still joy in the world, even amidst all the supernatural horror.

~~~

Marvel;

Natasha Romanoff -

Natasha is naturally skeptical of new people, but something about you intrigued her.

Maybe you could read people so well or how you carried yourself with a quiet strength.

She first met you at a party or gathering, and while she was scanning the room for threats, she noticed you reading people just as quickly as she was.

She liked that.

Natasha quickly learned that you’re the mom friend, and she found it both amusing and endearing.

She admires how fiercely you love and protect the people in your life.

That’s something she understands deeply.

If you’re cooking, she’ll sit in the kitchen, watching you, offering occasional sarcastic commentary, but secretly she enjoys the comfort of it.

She definitely makes fun of you for crying at Disney movies but secretly thinks it’s sweet.

“It’s a cartoon, Y/N. It’s not real.”

(But she watches anyway.)

(She is also crying on the inside, especially when you watch Inside Out or The Lion King.)

Training sessions where she insists you learn at least basic self-defense.

"You never know when it'll come in handy."

She’ll go shopping with you, but only if there’s an incentive - like you promising her food after.

Natasha is the friend who’d never let you walk alone at night.

If you ever had to, she’d either walk with you or stay on the phone the whole time.

If someone hurts you, Natasha will absolutely make them fear her.

She’s not above subtle intimidation.

She doesn’t open up easily, but you have a way of making her feel safe enough to talk about things she normally wouldn’t.

If she sees you stressed, she’ll either drag you out for a drive or make you take a break with a dumb movie.

“C’mon, Y/N, we’re watching something terrible tonight.”

Natasha sees you as family.

She might not say it often, but she trusts you completely.

You’re one of the few people who can make her feel normal and safe.

~~~

Stranger Things;

Joyce Byers -

You met Joyce in a small-town setting - maybe at a local store while picking up groceries or at a diner where you bonded over music.

She immediately liked your energy-reading ability.

“I knew I wasn’t imagining it, that guy totally gave me bad vibes.”

Joyce adores your love for cooking.

If you make something, she’ll be the first to try it and insist it’s the best thing she’s ever had.

She admires how you don’t judge people based on appearances, something she’s always taught her kids.

If you love organizing road trips, Joyce adores this.

She’s got a chaotic life, so having a friend who can help plan fun outings is a dream.

You help her decorate for the holidays - Halloween, Christmas, everything.

She loves making the house feel festive.

Movie marathons with classic films with the fam.

Joyce has a soft spot for the same classics you do, so you spend nights watching Casablanca or old horror films.

Helping her with errands or just keeping her company while she’s working.

She appreciates just having someone to talk to.

Joyce is the type of friend who would immediately go into mom mode if someone hurt you.

She will make a scene if necessary.

She’s a great listener, and if you ever need advice, she’s there to talk you through it.

If you’re feeling overwhelmed, she makes sure you’re taking care of yourself, even if it means just dropping off some food at your place.

Joyce sees you as a rock in her life.

She doesn’t have many people she can rely on, but she knows she can count on you.

Your friendship is one of warmth, support, and unwavering loyalty.

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literaryavenger · 1 year ago

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New Year's Eve

Summary: A game of two truths and a lie reveals to the team a fact about the you that Bucky can’t seem to stop thinking about.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language 'cause why not. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny. Mutual pining, idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts.

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: Happy New Year's Eve! Thanks for all the messages when I was sick, I'm finally feeling better and I'm negative for Covid! I really wanted to post something for New Year's Eve and this came from a fever dream I had when I was sick, lol. I hope it's any good and someone enjoys it! A particular thank you to @ordelixx for helping me with this story!💘I've only started posting here about a month and a half but I'm really enjoying it and feeling more and more comfortable in my writing. I hope I'm also getting better at it. Anyway, I have big plans for the New Year that I hope you'll enjoy! This year hasn't been great for me, but I'm planning on working harder than ever to make sure the next one is a year I can be proud of. I hope you guys have a nice last day of 2023 and an amazing start of 2024! Love you all.💘

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“Ok, your turn, Kill Bill. Two truths and a lie, go.” Tony says, referring to the fact that you fight with swords, making you roll your eyes before you join in on the laughter.

“Ok, uhm...” you try not to look at anyone so you don’t give away the answer “I have a teddy bear that I sleep with, I have bungee jumped from the top of the tower and I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss.”

You look back up to the room and wait for their guesses.

It’s a Friday night and the people that remained in the Tower for the holidays decided to have a little game night.

Every year the same people stay around, having nowhere in particular to go, and spend Christmas together.

Clint and Scott usually spend this time with their families, this year Thor decided to go to New Asgard with Bruce and Loki to visit Val and Korg, and Peter decided to spend it with aunt May and Happy.

You usually alternate between going to visit your family and staying in the tower each year, and this one was your turn to go to your first home.

You came back the day after Christmas, never being one to miss Tony’s New Year’s Eve party that’s gonna happen in two days now.

“Well, we know she has a teddy bear.” Wanda says.

“Do we know that?” Tony turns to you, narrowing his eyes. “Do you have one?”

“Yes, she does, we’ve seen it” Natasha answers for you while you glance at Bucky, praying he doesn’t put together that they’re talking about the teddy bear he gifted you for Valentine’s Day this year along with flowers.

Natasha and Wanda were more happy than you when you told them, sustaining that he did it because he liked you until you pointed out that he gave flowers to them too, because he’s sweet and a gentleman and that’s just who he is.

They wouldn’t let up on the fact that neither of them got a teddy bear though, and you would have agreed with them but Bucky never really did anything else about it so you decided to let it go and not read too much into it.

You're brought back to the present by Tony.

“Ok, so she has one. Then it’s gotta be the New Year’s kiss, everyone has had one at least once in their life,” he was looking at your reaction very closely while talking, but you did your best to keep an easy smile and not give anything away.

“Even Captain Virgin over there had one last year.” he adds vaguely waving towards Steve’s general direction.

You crack at the nickname and at the undignified sound Steve made while blushing and glancing at Nat that shared that kiss with him.

“Tony, there’s no way that she bungee jumped from the roof without us knowing, that’s gotta be the lie.” Sam interjects, also watching you closely for any signs of a reaction that you manage not to give.

“Alright, just take your guesses, people.” You say to the group.

“New Year’s Kiss.” Tony all but yelled, Natasha and Wanda agreeing with him.

“Bungee jump.” Sam says and Steve and Bucky agree, then they all seem to hold their breath as they wait for your answer.

It’s not a surprise that even these stupid little games cause a lot of competition amongst the team.

“Neither.”-you finally said and let out a laugh when they all groan in annoyance while taking their shots for guessing wrong.

“WAIT- you bungee jumped off the ROOF? When?!” Steve seems more concerned than anything.

“Well, you know a few months ago when we happened to all be on different missions at the same time?” They nod, not knowing where you're going with this “Clint and I came back first from ours, we were bored and there was no one around to stop us from doing anything stupid so…” you trail off, shrugging while laughing.

Steve looks shocked, Sam is laughing his ass off while Tony immediately goes to look for the security footage.

They all cheered while watching you throw yourself off the roof, Clint's yells and laughter could be heard, and then Steve shakes his head while joining you in the laughter when you see Clint take his turn and scream like a little girl while you fall to the ground laughing on the video.

Once you all composed yourselves, Tony pokes Wanda’s arm “I thought you said she had a teddy bear.” he's looking at her like she brought him on a treasure hunt and then betrayed him and left him for dead on a deserted island.

“She does! She got it from-” you interrupt her before she can finish the sentence, blushing a little and avoiding Bucky’s eyes.

“I do have a teddy bear, I just don’t sleep with it.” you say, shrugging.

“Oh, come on, that’s cheating!” Natasha whines.

“It’s really not, just because I do have one it doesn’t mean I didn’t tell a lie about it” you laugh at her pout.

“Wait a minute, so you’ve never had a New Year’s kiss?” Tony looks at you like you suddenly grew two heads.

“It’s not a big deal. Funny thing is, I have had boyfriends during New Year’s Eve, I just never happen to spend the day with them.” you say absentmindedly while thinking back at all the parties you’ve been to over the years to celebrate the new year.

“Really?” it's so quiet you almost missed it, your eyes snapping up to meet Bucky’s that were already looking at you.

“Is that so hard to believe?” The room seems to go quiet as everybody looks at you two, but you're too focused on each other to notice.

“I didn’t- I mean…” his cheeks started to turn a little pink as he seemed to have trouble finishing his sentence “It’s just you’re very pretty, who wouldn’t want to kiss you?”

You didn’t know what to say to that, you start blushing too while opening and closing your mouth a couple of times, looking like a damn fish.

You settle for a quiet ‘thank you’ with a smile that he shyly returns, neither of you noticing the glances passed by everyone else.

The whole team is convinced that there’s something between you and Bucky, but both of you always deny it and don’t seem to read too much into each other’s actions, always dismissing the glances and lingering touches as friendly affection even though you’re not really that close.

But really what else could it be?

The team lets the moment end and the game goes on, everyone keeps drinking and having fun until it gets really late and you all decide to call it a night.

Bucky goes to his bedroom and gets ready for sleep but he can’t seem to focus on anything else but you.

He really doesn’t understand how can anybody see your pretty self when you’ve just woken up, no makeup and your eyes full of sleep and not want to kiss you, let alone when you are all dolled up in a pretty golden dresses like you do every New Year’s.

Every year it gets harder for him not to just grab you and kiss you, hell every day is pretty much torture to see you around the Compound and not get to be with you the way he wants to.

But he has to keep his hands to himself because there’s no way you could actually like him like that.

He’s even tried to drop hints here and there like giving you the teddy bear for Valentine’s Day but, except for the cute shade of pink that your face turned, you still didn’t seem all that interested.

Still, that didn’t stop him from thinking what it would be like if you did like him and fantasize about being your first New Year’s kiss and maybe even your last first kiss.

At the same time you were in your own room getting ready for bed while your own thoughts kept going back to the moment you shared with Bucky in the living room.

You didn’t know if you were more embarrassed because you actually told the team you’ve never had a kiss on New Year’s Eve or happy because Bucky called you pretty.

If it was anyone else you wouldn’t even think twice about it, but coming from him it just felt like you were being complimented for the first time ever.

Everytime you thought about it you felt all warm and fuzzy inside, and at this point the moment was pretty much on loop in your mind.

The more you think about it the more you feel your face heat up, sleep not coming easily as you slip into Bucky filled dreams.

The next day everybody’s hanging out in the living room, most of them nursing a hangover from last night. You get ready for a last minute shopping trip to try and find a new dress for New Year’s Eve.

When you get to the living room you see Steve grinning at a disgruntled Tony, Wanda, Sam and Natasha who are obviously very hangover and nowhere near as amused as the blonde supersoldier.

Bucky’s attention is on you as soon as you're in his field of vision and no one fails to notice it, except you of course, your own attention on Wanda and Natasha sprawled on the couch.

“Well, I was gonna ask you if you wanted to come shopping with me,” you start watching from one to the other, as amused as Steve at everyone’s inability to contain themselves when drinking. “but I don’t think that’s happening.”

“Bite me, YLN.” Is all Nat says.

Wanda, on the other hand, is a little gentler. “I can come with you, if you want.” she says sweetly.

“That’s okay, Wands.” you smile at her “just rest and drink lots of water.”

You turn around, saying bye to everyone and making your way out. As soon as the doors of the elevator close, everyone turns to Bucky that's not even pretending not to be staring anymore.

Not that anyone could ignore the longing look on Bucky’s face as he watches you walk away.

“Buck,” Steve starts talking, glancing at everyone before setting his gaze back on his best friend. “we need to talk.”

“Okay…” he slowly drags out, unsure if he even wants Steve to keep going.

“Well, we’ve been noticing some things lately…” He’s unsure of how to say this. “Between you and Y/N.”

Bucky’s cheeks start to turn a slight shade of pink, but he’s still not sure where Steve’s going with this so he says nothing.

“So we thought” he gestures around at everybody. “that maybe we should-”

“We know you like her, and we want to help you get with her.” Tony interrupts Steve, quickly getting to the point.

At Steve’s glare, Tony merely raises his hands in surrender saying, “Listen, Capsicle, I’m way too hungover to take the panoramic route. Let’s just get this over with.”

“Yeah, Stark’s right.” Sam says, turning Bucky whose face is fully red now. “You have a weak ass game, man. Let us help you.”

They all look at the brunette supersoldier while waiting for his answer. He chews on his lip while looking at the expectant faces of his friends, before letting out a deep sigh.

“How would you even help me?” He says quietly, neither accepting nor denying their help just yet.

“Well, we know Y/N,” Wanda says.

“Yeah, we can tell you what turns her on.” Natasha smirked, before Wanda flicks her ear making her let out an ‘ow’ with a slight pout.

“What she means is,” she glares at Natasha “we can tell you what she likes, you know. Maybe help you get closer to her.”

Bucky shakes his head lightly “This is not a good idea. And it doesn’t even matter if she doesn’t like me.”

Wanda and Natasha seem to have a silent conversation, ending with Natasha raising her eyebrow at Wanda and Wanda just sighing with a soft ‘fine’.

“She does like you.” Wanda turns back to Bucky.

“She’s just convinced that you don’t like her like that.” Natasha says with a roll of her eyes.

Bucky still wasn’t completely convinced, but he agreed nonetheless. Maybe it was the glimmer of hope the girls gave him, but if there was even the slightest chance you could actually like him, he owed it to himself to try.

So he let the team make a plan to get you guys together, hoping to god he wouldn’t come to regret it.

You come home a few hours later, super excited to have found the perfect dress for the party the next night.

Bucky thought you were just so cute, all smiles and giggles.

Wanda and Nat talked you into having the last girls night of the year, although it didn’t really take much convincing.

And so the plan begins.

You’re relaxing on your bed, Wanda lying next to you, your head on her lap, and Nat sprawled on the love seat near the window close to your bed.

You’re wearing bathrobes, sheet masks on your faces as you watch a cheesy romcom that you’re so embarrassingly into you don’t even notice the girls exchange a look and nod at each other.

Wanda clears her throat and then begins talking, as casually as she can. “So, how come you never told us you never had a New Year’s kiss?”

They had to approach the subject somehow, right?

“I don’t know,” you say absentmindedly and then shrug, your attention still on the Tv. “didn’t think it was important.”

“Sure it isn’t.” Nat said, and her tone took your attention away from the movie for the first time since it started.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Tasha?” she simply shrugs, an innocent look in the face.

“It doesn’t mean anything” she says, her attention seemingly on the movie “I mean, if it doesn’t bother you, it doesn’t bother me.”

“Why would it bother me?” you frown, you don't understand what's so weird about this.

“Well, some people might find it a little…” Wanda trails off.

“Sad?” Natasha ends for her.

“It’s not like I’ve never kissed anyone.” you're starting to get a little defensive.

“We know that, sweetie.” Wanda coos, stroking your hair while you look up at her.

“We really didn’t mean anything by it.” Natasha ends, giving you an apologetic look.

“Yeah, whatever.” is all you say, and you turn your eyes back to the tv, your attention nowhere near it.

Natasha and Wanda can basically hear the gears turn in your head and give each other one last glance.

Part one of the plan is complete.

The next day goes through like usual, the team spending basically the whole morning together.

It’s a tradition, having the last breakfast of the year together, watching the last movie, having the last lunch and so on. Doing all the lasts together.

It’s silly, but it’s a tradition you've all come to be very fond of.

The afternoon comes and you and the girls spend it getting ready for the party, last night’s conversation almost forgotten.

Almost.

As you got to the party the music was deafening before you even stepped out of the elevator and, once you did, you were immediately immersed in a sea of perfume and cologne and, like every other Stark party extravaganza, you didn’t know about 98% of the people there.

You quickly find the team, as outgoing as most of them are, you usually spend most of the night together because it’s the last night of the year, last party and, again, it's your tradition.

You talk, you joke, you laugh but the more you drink the more you keep thinking about your conversation with the girls last night.

Was it really that sad that you’ve never started a new year with a kiss?

Midnight came sooner than you would’ve liked and your teammates decide to ask you a sobering question.

“So, who are you kissing?” Tony asks very casually.

You turn around confused, the team’s eyes all on you. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, nobody told you?” Sam says, looking around him “We’re all kissing someone tonight.”

“I- You- What?” you glance towards Bucky so quickly he almost thought he imagined it.

“Well, Romanoff is kissing Rogers, I’m obviously kissing Pepper and Wanda is kissing Wilson.” Tony said, before specifying while pointing at the last two “As friends, obviously.”

“So, you’re all kissing someone?” You look at everyone except the one person you actually want to look at.

Something inside of you just believes that he would nod too and a beautiful woman that you could never compare to would appear at his side.

“Well,” Steve starts. “not all of us…”

He trails off and, following his gaze, you land on the very pair of blue eyes you were trying to avoid.

Suddenly everyone else scatters and it was just you and Bucky. You don't know what to say, but you feel like you can't look away from him now.

What the hell is happening to you?

You’re talking before you can even stop yourself “You know, we could also kiss. As friends.” you add, realizing what you just said, your eyes wide with your own surprise.

He’s about to say something, but you don’t give him a chance to get a sound out before you’re backtracking so fast you might actually fall out the window.

“You don’t have to. Obviously. It’s not like I’d make you.” you chuckled awkwardly, but you can’t stop yourself from rambling “Unless you wanted to. But why would you want to? It’s not like you’re missing anything. I’m not anything special.”

You can hear the countdown starting, but it sounds distant to your ears as your heart pounds faster. “I mean, I’m sure you’re a good kisser. Why wouldn’t you be? Not that you’re like a lady’s man.”

Bucky glances around him, the team giving him encouraging looks as they near zero and you just keep going “But like you were, you know. Not that it’s a bad thi-”

You're thankfully interrupted abruptly by Bucky’s lips on yours just as everyone yells ‘Happy New Year’ and gold and black confetti starts falling down on you.

You can't even begin to comprehend what's happening but your body does, kissing him back almost immediately.

It feels like forever and also too soon when he pulls away, you can't even hearing the chaos around you anymore.

All that exists is you and Bucky and his eyes and his arms around your waist and yours around his neck and his lips that you wanted to kiss again and kiss forever and never stop.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that” he says after a few seconds. Or maybe days. Weeks? Hours? It doesn’t matter.

All that matters is the bright smile he gives you when you say “Me too.”

He kisses you again, but this time the spell is broken by the team’s whistles and cheers.

When you pull away you’re both blushing a little, you glance around you and see all the smug faces of the idiots you love to death, Bucky’s attention never leaving you.

“And by the way,” Bucky says, gaining your attention once more. “you have more qualities than you think,” he then pointed at your chest “You have this.”

You looked down to where he was pointing before saying “I do have great tits, yes.”

When you looked back at him he was blushing even harder and looked like he was having a hard time maintaining eye contact, while you were more relaxed now that the kiss took away all the awkwardness, but trying hard not to laugh.

“... I meant heart” he said after a few moments of silence.

“Either or.” you answered, shrugging and when you heard the snickers of the team around you, you couldn’t help but join them, followed by a still blushing Bucky.

Yep, this year is definitely gonna be an interesting one.

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holylulusworld · 2 years ago

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Indecent Proposal (1)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Rating: Mature

Square filled for @stuckybingo Round 5: free space - mafia au

Square filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Free Space

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of illegal activities/mafia business/murder, strong reader, mentions of breeding/surrogate, wish for children, shady deals, shitty boyfriend, reader doesn't take shit from no one, tension, sexy mobsters

Words: 1,5k

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“Babe, how do I look?” Your boyfriend asks, almost stumbling over his words as the men he was hoping to meet at the fancy party walk inside the room.

Well, they don’t walk like normal people. They are stepping inside the room, stopping in their tracks to look at the people in the room. It looks like the crowd parts like the Red Sea to form a path only for them.

Steven Grant Rogers. James Buchanan Barnes. – Two names you must know if you ever heard of New York City and its mob.

They are as good-looking as they are dangerous. A deadly combination of beauty and the beast hidden behind blue eyes.

If you don’t want to end up six feet under, you don’t mess with them. Or even look their way too long.

“Did you put on the underwear I told you to?”

“What has this to do with the party?” You sigh, as you still don’t know why Scott brought you here.

You’ve been dating for a few months, and you had hoped that tonight, he’d do more than the bare minimum. He’s not a bad guy, but an awful partner.

A criminal too. Not a criminal mastermind, but you already figured out that the small business he runs is far from legal.

“It’s important, babe,” you roll your eyes at the awful pet name. You hate it and told him so before. “Okay, don’t say anything stupid. Or, just look pretty and don’t say anything at all.”

“What?” Now you square your jaw. You don’t understand what has gotten into Scott until you lift your eyes off him to meet two pairs of blue ones. “Oh…”

“Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes,” Scott looks pathetic when he bows for the heads of the mob in town. “I’m honored to meet you again. Thank you for having me.”

The men ignore Scott and his offered hand. Instead, they look at you. Steve almost shoves your boyfriend aside as he holds out his hand to take yours.

“I see you followed our invitation,” he lowers himself to press a kiss to the back of your hand. You shiver. He seems so polite, and kind. But behind his blue eyes, you can see the beast wanting to break free.

“Stevie don’t scare her off right away,” you are a little overwhelmed when James Barnes turns his attention toward you. He takes your other hand and kisses your knuckles, glancing at your ring finger. “No ring, doll? He didn’t ask you to be his forever?”

“No-“ You’re usually not shy, or meek. But these men crowd you like prey and have their hands on you. You know they are in a relationship, but right now, they look at you as if you are their latest meal. “We’re only dating for a few months.”

“A shame,” Steve cups your chin, making you whimper. You never felt like this before. Confused and aroused at the same time. These men are strangers, but oddly you feel safe in their presence. “What do you say? Shall we lead this to a more private area?”

You don’t know why they are interested in leading you and your boyfriend to a private area, but this can’t be good. People like them never have good intentions, and you assume Steve and Bucky are no exception.

“I’m good here…I mean. You should enjoy your party. Don’t you have to greet all the people you invited?” You nervously babble.

“Doll, they don’t care if we greet them or not. They are only here to show respect to us,” Bucky runs his index finger up your arm. He smirks as you involuntarily shudder at his touch. “Let’s lead this to our office.”

“Scott,” you dip your head to glance at your boyfriend. He looks up at Steve as if the man is carrying a halo on top of his head. “Scott!”

“Babe don’t be rude. We should follow them to the office,” your boyfriend is no help. He’s wringing his hands while staring at Steve Rogers. God, he’s such a pathetic little boy. You just see it now when you watch him interact with two real men.

“Fine,” you snap at Scott if only to end his pathetic act. “Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, please lead the way.”

“Do you want a drink or a canapé doll? We can ask the maid to get you something you’ll like,” Bucky sits next to you on the couch, one hand running up and down his thigh, the other creeping toward your thigh. He brushes his metal finger over your exposed skin, barely listening to what his partner has to say.

“Buck, did you listen?”

“Seal the deal,” the brunette clicks his tongue, “I’ll take care of the main act in the meantime. You know I don’t care about the conditions. We already negotiated them. You can take care of the details.”

“I want to take over more important tasks,” Scott suddenly says. He glances at you, and then he looks at Steve. “Sir, I agree on the terms. I’ll do anything to prove that you can trust me.”

“Does she agree on our terms too?” Steve dips his head to watch you stop Bucky’s hand from stroking your thigh. “Buck, we are talking here.”

“I know,” Bucky huffs. “All you do is talk to that slimy little bastard. Give him what he wants so we can get what we want.”

“Mr. Lang, you know that if we seal the deal, that you cannot break it. We have rules for a reason.”

“She will agree,” Scott hastily says. You snap your head toward your boyfriend, wondering what he’s talking about. “Right, Y/N? You’ll help me with the deal.”

“I told you that I’m not going to do anything illegal,” you hiss at Scott. “I looked the other way when you sold stolen phones to my colleagues, but I won’t actively help you. I’m not a criminal.”

“You didn’t talk about the deal with her?” Bucky suddenly jumps up to fist Scott’s jacket. “You dare to come to our house and lie to us?”

“I didn’t lie, Sir…Mr. Barnes. Y/N said she finds you hot, and all. She even talked about ending up between the two of you to her friend.”

“You sick fuck spied on me and Maria?” You growl at Scott. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes…I’m sure she’ll help you have a baby and all…”

“Baby what?” You furrow your brows. “Okay. This is getting ridiculous. What is going on here?”

“Well, we want you to become our surrogate. Bucky and I love each other dearly, but I cannot give him what he needs, nor can he give me what I want. A baby…an heir. We were looking for the perfect woman, with the perfect bloodline.”

“I-what?” The room suddenly caves in. You feel dizzy and grab the edge of the couch. “You want me to be your breeder?”

“No, doll,” Steve walks toward the couch to crouch down in front of you. “We want you to spend time with us…or rather between us.” He grins. “I want you to have my baby. And then you’ll have Bucky’s. We haven’t figured out whose allowed to breed you first.”

“Breed me?” Oh. God. Your pussy just clenched around nothing. If not for the anger taking over, you’d gladly jump Steve’s bones to have all the babies he wants. “Are you fucking insane? I’m not a piece of meat you can just buy!”

“We believed he talked about the deal with you, doll. Please, don’t be mad at us,” Steve purrs, and runs his hand over your cheek. “We only wanted what we deserve. The perfect woman having our babies.”

“She will agree…” Scott nervously says. He looks at you, hoping you’ll agree to whatever the two men holding his fate in their hands want. “Right babe?”

“I hate it when you call me that,” you jump up, and push Steve aside. “What did you believe will happen when you bring me here to offer my uterus and pussy to these two? Huh? That I’ll just bend over the desk and let them have their way with me!”

“I-uh…kinda…yes…”

“Pathetic,” you click your tongue as you glance at Bucky. He cracks his knuckles, ready to rough Scott up a little for messing with them. “I knew you were no good. I should’ve listened to my gut instinct.”

You dip your head to watch Steve walk toward his partner. They are looking at you, like lions ready to pounce. Those two men set their eyes on you, and you are not foolish enough to believe that they’ll leave you alone.

If you end up in their clutches, you’ll make sure they only get their hands on you to your conditions. “You want me and my womb?”

“More than anything,” Bucky purrs. He steps behind you to place both of his hands on your belly. “And I can tell, Stevie, and will love filling you up.”

Scott hopefully looks at you. This is the moment he was waiting for. He’ll be a made man soon, and his ex will see, he's more than the loser she sees in him.

You look at Steve, holding his gaze, “I’ll be yours if you get rid of him…”

Part 2

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