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hockeyisit · 3 years

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Maybe a leafs gala, where a guy is constantly hitting on Amelia

A.N. Hi! I had a lot of fun writing this one. I got a little carried away with writing it so its a bit longer. I hope you like it though!!

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I walked out of mine and Auston’s bedroom into the kitchen, wearing a tight black cocktail dress. Auston whistled at me as I did a little turn to show off.

“You look hot babe,” he called out after he finished chewing his food.

“Thank you,” I blushed as I walked closer to him so I could rest my hand on his chest. The Leafs were hosting a Gala tonight and Auston had invited me as his guest. It was basically just one big charity event where we spent the evening trying to impress people and meeting fans. Auston had signed us up for the cocktail making so we were going to spend the evening stuck at a bar serving drinks.

“Oh my god Auston!” I exclaimed loudly as I noticed the eaten brownies from my pan on the counter.

“Huh?” he asked, looking up from my lips to my eyes.

“Did you eat my brownies?” I asked worriedly.

“Yeah they were really good,” Auston smiled softly in apology.

“Auston no! They were edibles,” I pulled away from him with a worried face.

“You just ate edibles, oh my god,” I repeated, lifting my hand up to cover my mouth.

“Fuck,” he swore as he reached his hand up to rub it through his hair.

“How could you not tell me you were making edibles,” Auston accused, pointing his hand at me, causing me to take a step back and putting a hand on my hip.

“They were for me!” I didn’t think you’d eat them right away,” I said using my hand to hide my smile.

“Amelia, I have to talk to so many important people tonight. How am I going to focus?”

“Okay, okay,” I said, trying to think of something useful. “Okay we're fine because I’m not high or going to be high so it'll be fine,” I said, reaching out to stop his pacing. He glanced at me with a thoughtful look.

“This may be a dumb idea but I think you should eat a brownie,” Auston said after a moment.

“What! I think that’s the worst thing I could do,” I said with a laugh.

“No c’mon hear me out, it'll be fun, will both be high and plus you'll be more relaxed when you're high,” Auston said as he cut a brownie out for me. Shaking my head I took it from his hand and looked down at it.

“More relaxed when I’m high?” I questioned putting my hand on my hip. His facial expression changed to an ‘oh shit’ face as he went to correct himself.

“I just mean that you tend to get nervous when you meet strangers. This will help you relax more,” he clarified.

“I guess it would be more fun to both be high,” I agreed, going to take a bite.

“Steph and Mitch will be here in fifteen minutes,” Auston said after he looked down at his phone. We had decided to take a limo to the red carpet together.

“Okay I just need to go grab my purse,” I told him, turning around to make my way back to our bedroom. When I made it over to where I kept my purses I looked through the one I wanted and added the different things I thought I might need. Eyedrops, money, lipstick and my ID. Double checking to make sure I had everything I made my way back out to the kitchen to the front door so I could slip my heels on.

“This is going to be one interesting night,” I told Auston as I pulled on my long coat that Auston was holding out for me.

“Thank you,” I smiled at him before leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips. He smiled against my lips as he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close.

“You look so beautiful babe,” he murmured as he pulled away. I blushed as I placed my hands on his chest and grabbed on to his suit jacket.

“And you look so handsome,” I told him softly. His ringer went off causing me to pull away completely so that he could check his phone.

“They are here, let's go down,” he mumbled, reaching out for the door. I walked over to where we kept Felix treats and grabbed one out to give to him. I then followed Auston out of the apartment and waited for him to lock the door.

“Is Freddie coming in the limo with us?” I asked as I pulled my phone out of my purse to see if I had any messages.

“Yeah I texted him he'll meet us at the limo,” he reassured me, wrapping his arm around me and leading me to the elevator. Auston stepped in and I stood close to him so that he was slightly behind me. As we began our descent the elevator stopped three floors below us and a man around our age walked onto the elevator. He very obviously checked me out causing Auston to pull me in close so that my back was against his chest and he was hugging me from behind.

“You guys on your way to the Leaf’s Gala?” he asked, causing the two of us to look towards him.

“Yeah man can’t be late y’know,” Auston answered him. The man nodded his head as he pulled his hands out of his pockets.

“I got a ticket last minute with some of my buddies. I’m pretty pumped,” he told us. I gave him a soft smile assuming he was a fan while Auston nodded his head.

“Yeah it’ll be great.”

As the guy went to respond the elevator doors opened arriving at our floor. Auston sent a wave and a see ya to the dude before leading me out of the elevator and over to the limo. He opened the door and let me in first before crawling in after me.

“Hi guys,” I smiled as I slipped into a seat next to Freddie and across from Steph and Mitch.

“Hey nice of you two to finally show up,” Freddie teased with a grin, causing us all to let out a laugh.

“Shut up, we were waiting on the elevator,” Auston said as he leaned back into his seat.

“Excuses Tony,” Mitch called out as he popped a champagne bottle. I let out a little squeal, surprised at the noise and everyone started laughing. I flushed red as I looked down at my phone.

“I heard the two of you are incharge of bartending tonight,” Steph said as she held her glass out to Mitch so that he would fill it. When he finished filling her he poured one for me and handed it over before moving onto the boys.

“Yeah so whenever you have a free moment come visit us. We're not supposed to leave the bar,” I told them.

“Mitch and I are incharge of the tickets. We have to walk around and try to sell them to people so I will definitely be coming by the bar,” she grinned at me.

“What about you FredEx, what do they have you doing?” Auston asked as he placed his hand on my thigh.

“I’m helping with the auction,” he responded, shrugging his shoulders. “I waited too long to sign up so they just told me what to do,” he continued. Auston had thankfully signed up right when the list came out and had gotten one of the best things we could do.

“Well cheers to the annual Leafs gala night. Hopefully this isn't just one big snooze fest,” Mitch said as he raised his glass in a cheer. I smiled as I glanced at Auston and raised my glass with them.

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“Amelia, you look lovely,” Arnye said as she pulled me into a hug. I smiled as I hugged her back.

“You do too,” I responded as we pulled apart. It was true Arnye was wearing a tight yellow dress with her hair pulled up and she looked absolutely stunning.

“Thank you so much for volunteering to bartend tonight. We have everything set up and there is a book on the counter that explains how to make any of the drinks if you are struggling,” she told us once she gained both of our attention.

“Thank you,” I smiled as I made my way around the corner to look at the book that they had provided. Auston slipped up behind me and rested his chin on my shoulder.

“Those look complicated,” Auston mumbled. I let out a giggle as I nodded my head.

“Yeah they do.”

“We got this,” Auston said, rubbing his hand up and down my back. I leaned into his touch as I felt myself relax. I straightened myself as I noticed someone starting to make their way to the bar.

“Hi, can I just have a Molson and whatever red wine you guys have.” A woman who looked to be around ten years older than us ordered. I nodded my head as I moved over to the red wines and picked a random one for her. Auston grabbed the beer and took the cap off before setting it infront of her.

“Thank you,” she smiled as she placed a tip in the bowl resting on the counter. All the tips tonight we're going to be donated to different charities.

“Our first tip babe. How’d we do?” Auston asked as he walked over to grab the money from the bowl. I reached out and slapped his hand away.

“No, not our money,” I reminded him.

“Well she’s a cheap ass anyway. Only tipped us two dollars, the bar was free, could have spared more then two bucks,” he mumbled as he looked back towards me. I let out a snort as I shook my head at him.

“Not everyone is as rich as you,” I joked as I reached out to poke him in the stomach.

“I-” Auston went to say but was cut off by another person at the bar.

“Woah your Auston Matthews,” the man fan said excitedly.

“Yeah man, how's it going?” Auston asked as he let out a laugh at his reaction.

“Great, super great. I’m talking to Auston Matthews,” I let out a loud laugh causing my eyes to widen as I threw my hand up to cover my mouth.

“Yeah, is there anything I can get for you to drink?” Auston asked as he raised his hand to rub at his neck.

“Right. Sorry. Just a molson,” he answered. I turned to the fridge and grabbed one out, setting it on the counter in front of him. He sent me a quick smile before turning his heart eyes back to Auston.

“You're just my favorite player so this is a bit surreal,” he continued when he glanced back at Auston. Another person approached the bar so I let the two of them talk as I took the ladies order and started making a cocktail. I had to turn to the book a few times because I wasn't sure how to make it. I finished pretty quickly though and we were once again alone at the bar.

“That guy tipped fifty bucks,” Auston told me as he leaned back against the counter. I let out a low whistle.

“Wow,” I glanced over to where I could see Steph and Mitch having a conversation with some really old men causing me to send her a smirk. She caught my eye and sent me a help look.

“I'm high as shit,” Auston said, causing me to whip my gaze back to him.

“Seriously these are some of your strongest edibles yet,” he praised. I did a little thank you curtsy as I let out a giggle.

“I know,” I leaned closer so that I wouldn’t have to speak louder.

“I used extra,” he went to respond but before he could someone approached the bar.

Auston helped while I looked around the ballroom that we had rented for the event. Auston’s teammates were spread all around the room talking to different people. My eyes stopped as they landed on Willy who was in the middle of chatting up a girl from the looks of it.

“Auston,” I called out when he was done helping the person. He glanced at me with a raised eyebrow and I pointed to where Willy was.

“He’s chatting up that girl,” I told him with a laugh. He glanced over before turning back to me.

“How do you know what Willy looks like when he’s chatting up a girl?” he asked once he was looking at me.

“Because he chats me up all the time,” I teased back as I turned to help the lady that had just approached the bar.

“Hi what can I get for you?” I sent her my best smile as I stood in front of her. She glanced around for a second before leaning.

“Two lemon drop shots please,” she asked, pulling her wallet out.

“Oh those are my favorite,” I told her as I started making them. She sent me a small smile.

“My boyfriend dragged me here and we’ve talked to so many people I feel like I’m starting to lose it,” she told me as she reached out for the one I placed in front of her. She quickly knocked it back.

“Oh I feel you, this is my second time at the Gala, it can be tiring how many different people you meet,” I smiled reassuringly at her as I placed the second shot in front of her.

“It'll get better with the alcohol,” I promised her. She let out a loud laugh as she took the shot.

“Thank you, I might be back for more later,” she told me before leaving a tip and making her way back to her most likely. I went to turn to talk to Auston but he was making drinks and talking to someone. I stood leaning against the counter until a guy around my age approached the bar.

“Hey can I get two Molsons,” he smiled as he leaned his arms against the counter.

“You're the girl from the elevator,” he said after I turned toward the fridge to grab the beer out.

“Yeah I guess I am,” I turned back to him and gave him a shy, uncomfortable smile when I noticed he was checking me out.

“It’s crazy I’ve never seen you around in the building before,” he said as he took a sip of his beer.

“Yeah I guess so,” I said even though I was thinking the opposite. It was a huge building. I still hadn’t even met our neighbors.

“We should-” he started to say but was cut off by his friend approaching him and pulling on his arm. The guy sent me a smile before leaving with his friend.

“Miss Amelia Matthews,” Willy joked as he approached the counter. I giggled as I shook my head at Willy.

“That’s not my last name Nylander,” I rested my hands on the bar.

“Whatever it will be someday,” he tisked. He reached his hand out and pulled a pretty redhead to the bar counter.

“This is Elizabeth,” he introduced us. I gave her a soft smile.

“Hi I’m Amelia,” I introduced myself. She gave me a shy smile as she greeted us.

“You guys making any fancy drinks?” Willy asked with a grin.

“Not for you,” I told him as I reached out for the book and set it in front of him. He let out a laugh before reaching for the book and flipping through it. When the both of them had picked out a drink I started making them. I made Elizabeth's first and then when I started working on Willy’s Auston joined us.

“I couldn’t get that dude to leave,”

“Jesus woman,” Willy said as he watched me pour the shot’s in, I may have put more than it called for whoops.

“Sorry,” I mumbled before handing his drink over to him. He took a hesitant sip.

“It’s actually really good,” he mumbled.

“That’s because my baby makes the best drinks,” Auston said, wrapping his arm around my waist and pressing a kiss to my cheek. I giggled, leaning into Auston and raising my hand to cover my blushing face. I didn’t mind when Auston called me babe in front of other people but I always felt like, baby was too intimate for other people to hear.

“Someone’s coming,” I told Auston, pointing to the older man that was coming towards us. He gave me a sad look before making his way over to greet the old man.

“You really do have him wrapped around your finger,” Mo said when he approached the bar with Tessa. He gave Willy a bro hug while I said hi to Tessa.

“How’s it been?” Tessa asked me as she sat down on one of the stools.

“Pretty good so far,” I shrugged as I grabbed a drink for Mo and Tessa. As I went to add more I was beckoned over by the guy from earlier.

“Hi, what can I do for you?” I asked politely.

“Just another beer please,” he said smiling. I reached out and grabbed one, setting it down in front of him.

“Aww that's cute you remembered my order,” he grinned at me.

“You were holding your empty bottle,” I told him pointing to it. He glanced at it before looking at me.

“Has anyone told you that you look really beautiful?” he questioned after he took a sip from his new bottle.

“Yeah” I started to say but was cut off by a lady speaking up.

“Get to the back of the line if you want to flirt,” she yelled at him, causing me to let out a light laugh at her attitude.

“Thank you,” I whispered to the older lady as he walked away. She let out a laugh as she nodded her head. I made her drink quickly and then turned to face Auston who was leaning against the counter.

“How’s it going?” I asked him as I made my way closer to him so I could wrap my hand around his waist. I was starting to get tired from all the talking I had done in the last two hours. I was starting to come down from my high as well so I was ready to go to bed. I could tell from the way that Auston slouched against me he was also starting to come down from his high.

“Honestly when I thought about it I never thought we’d still be here when we started coming down from the high,” Auston mumbled as he leaned his lips against the side of my face.

“Hi,” I heard someone call out, causing Auston to pull away from me to help the man at the bar. I pulled my phone out to check and see I had a text from Steph asking if we wanted to get food after.

“Hey,” I heard from in front of me, causing me to look up and see the guy who had been checking me out from earlier.

“Hello,” I responded, tucking my phone under the counter.

“What are your plans after this?” he questioned as he sat down. I took a step back and raised my eyebrow.

“Going home. Can I get you anything to drink?” I asked.

“We could go and get drinks after,” he suggested as he nodded to another beer. I glanced over at Auston who was still engrossed in his conversation with the man from a few minutes ago.

“Oh um I have a boyfriend so no thank you,” I answered as I grabbed the beer out of the fridge and set it in front of him. His smile dimmed as he looked at me.

“You didn’t say,” he said as he picked his beer up.

“Well you saw me with him earlier and he’s literally right there so I didn’t think I had to,” I said pointing to Auston, who had glanced over at us slightly confused as to what was going on.

“Well you should have said something,” he said, his voice coming out slightly harsh. I flinched back and Auston quickly made his way over.

“Hey is everything alright over here?” he asked, placing his hand on the counter to hold him up.

“Yeah everythings fine.”

“Great. Is there anything we can do for you?” Auston asked, wrapping his other arm around me and pulling me in closer.

“Man nah It’s nice to meet you I’m Leon,” he said holding his hand out for Auston to shake. Auston glanced at me before reaching out and shaking his hand.

“I’m Auston,” he gave him a small smile as he reached out to shake his hand.

“I see you’ve met my girlfriend Amelia,” Auston continued as they shook hands. Leon glanced at me as he bit his lip.

“Yeah I’ve met her. She’s a great girl,” he sent me a wink before picking his beer up and walking away from the bar.

“Who was that?” he asked, his eyes following after him.

“He’d been flirting with me all night,” I told him truthfully.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders as I leaned against him.

“It wasn't a big deal and you were literally right here,” I reminded him. He glanced at me worriedly before pulling away to pull the tips out. He started putting the money in a pile and sorting it.

“Do you need any help?” I asked, walking over. He shook his head no as he sorted it all into different piles

“No but did you want to do food with Steph and Mitch or just go home?” he asked when he finished counting the money.

“Up to you,” I told him. He glanced up from where he had just put the money into an envelope and grabbed my hand.

“Let’s go home. I’m exhausted,”

----

Auston wrapped his arm around my waist as he dragged me into the elevator. We had taken an uber home and I had fallen asleep during the ride. Auston had dragged me along as I tried to keep my eyes. We walked into the elevator and as the doors were about to close Leon from the bar slipped into the elevator with us.

“Oh funny running into you here,” Leon said as he took in the sight of the two of us. Auston’s grip on me tightened as he pulled me closer to him.

“Not really we live here,” Auston mumbled. Leon glanced at the two of us as he shook his head.

“You never said you had a boyfriend,” he said, turning his gaze to me.

“We talked for like two minutes,” I reminded him. He shook his head as we arrived at his floor. He gave us one last look before making his way off the elevator.

“We need to move,” Ausston mumbled against my ear once the door shut. I let out a laugh as I leaned my head back against his shoulder so I could look at his face.

“Okay when?” I leaned up and pressed a kiss to his chin.

The elevator door opened to our floor and we made our way to our apartment. Auston unlocked the door pushing it open so that I could walk in first. Felix greeted us excitedly as we walked into the apartment.

“Auston you should take him out,” I told him as I grabbed his leash and clipped it on, leaving Auston with no choice but to take him out.

“Alright fine I’ll be back soon.” Once Auston left the apartment with Felix I made my way into our bedroom to get ready for the night. I grabbed one of Auston’s sweatshirts and pulled it on. I then brushed my teeth and took my makeup off before making my way back into the bedroom. I had been crashing from the edibles for awhile now and they were about to take me out.

I made my way back into mine and Austons room, turning off the main light and turning on the fairy lights that I had set up around the room. I cuddled up into the blanket before reaching over to the remote and turning the tv on. I finally clicked on The 100 and waited for Auston to come back from his walk.

“Hey,” he called out as he made his way into the room and over to the bathroom.

“That guy tonight, was he flirting with you all night?” he asked, leaning against the wall. I shrugged my shoulders as I sat up in bed.

“Kind of he came up to the bar a few times but it was honestly just making me a bit uncomfortable,” I admitted as I plugged my phone into the charger. I loaded up Hay Day on my phone as he started talking again.

“Why didn’t you tell me what was going on if it was making you uncomfortable?” he asked, walking over to the bed. He sat down and then pulled his shirt off so he was in just his boxers.

“It wasn’t that big of a deal. Plus I was pretty high and I didn’t realize he was flirting at first,” I said. He leaned closer and placed his hand on my cheek.

“It’s a big deal if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine,” I told him, cuddling closer to him.

“Alright let’s get some sleep, we can talk about it more tomorrow,” he said, rubbing my back before climbing into the bed next to me. He spooned me behind pulling me in close against his chest.

“I love you babe,” he mumbled as he pressed a kiss to the back of my neck. I smiled as I felt his lips press against my neck.

“I love you too, night,” I mumbled back.

Good Luck to the Leafs Tonight!!

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years

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skin starving

tony stark x f!reader fluff. no warnings, just a few f-bombs. touch starved tony’s third person pov. words: 2,5k. no beta because i just really needed to get this off my chest.

recommended music to go with the story: two feet - 'love is a bitch' & 'quick musical doodles'. Or any lo-fi hip-hop radio really.

It started as an itch. At first, a small but bothersome thing, that kept him up at night, steering the already unreasonable hours of wakefulness into dangerous territory. The cold of his bed was unappealing and more often than not, he’d started passing out on the flat surfaces nearest to him: workshop, lab, common room couch, the lazy boy in Bruce’s apartment.

The team noticed, of course, they weren’t blind. They all had been on edge the first few months after Pepper left him. They expected him to act out, lock himself up in his lab or go back to his old habits of boozing and bringing home a different girl every night. And he had tried that, once or twice, but airheaded twenty-somethings weren’t appealing anymore. Most of the time their ass kissing and blatantly flattery annoyed him further into self-loathing abyss. He simply couldn’t step up to be the kind of man they described him to be - it seemed as if every woman on planet Earth had a whole list of expectations he specifically could not meet.

With Thor off planet, not one remaining person on the team was particularly touchy-feely. And that was the thing with Tony Stark: as an engineer, as a mechanic, he made his way through the world hands-first, every approach he had was hands-on. During late nights and early mornings, he laid in bed, sleepless and dreamless, desperately refusing to admit his own touch starvation.

Whenever Rogers threw an arm around his shoulders during a particularly successful team bonding activity, it took every ounce of willpower Tony had to not lean into it and purr like a cat. He hadn’t truly forgiven Steve for his cold, cruel words of criticism shortly after Pepper’s departing. He wasn’t going to chummy up to a man who thought him selfish, opportunistic and self-absorbed.

Tony became irritable and withdrawn. He simultaneously craved and avoided even the casual, friendlier attention his teammates gave him on a daily basis. His usual snark became that much more biting, having caused several people to storm out of team meetings.

On a cold autumn morning, Tony had found his way at the tower’s Starbucks on the employee floor. He had squeezed a generous five hours of restless sleep and he was sick of the plain black coffee in his kitchen. A spontaneous desire for something sweet and creamy and caffeinated led him to the place in line at the cafeteria, only a few early birds ahead of him.

Tony’s brain was hazy as it had been past few weeks, dull from the lack of rest and the hyperfixation of his own skin feeling alien to him. For once, he wasn’t typing away on his StarkPhone as he usually did to avoid being bothered; Tony stared straight ahead, unseeing, nothing but white noise in his usually racing brain.

Two women stood in front of him and he couldn’t help but overhear a part of their conversation.

“… Are you really horny or just lonely or touch-starved, though? I mean, Tinder? It’s not really your style.”

“Eh, I dunno. Probably the second but it’s not like men go on Tinder to find a cuddle buddy.”

“Well, maybe? I’ve heard about arrangements like that.”

“No offense, babe, but it’s probably kids in their early twenties. Those gen-z’s, babe, are weird. I’m not really up to date on all of that.”

The topic of the conversation was what piqued Tony’s interest; the world liked rubbing salt into his wounds and hysterically laugh at his misfortune. Bleary-eyed, he briefly scanned the two women: both appeared to be interns or junior techs in his company, evident by the purple employee badges hanging from their bags.

“So what are you going to do?” One woman asked the other as their turn to order took Tony one step closer to obtaining his desired caffeine.

“Unless someone normal magically appears with an offer of no-strings-attached, good ole’ snuggle fest, I guess I’m getting dicked down on Saturday,” The other replied with a teasing tone. The lack of excitement in the last part of the sentence was obvious.

“Gross,” The first one shook her head and hurriedly rattled off her order to the barista who looked about as disgruntled as Tony felt.

Hours and three coffees later, Tony’s overactive brain was still stuck on that woman from the cafeteria. Her back, her purse stuffed full of colorful manila folders, her neatly gathered hair - Tony Stark had nearly perfect memory and he remembered every single detail despite his brain fog. Objectively, she was attractive, no more no less than a different dozen of women he’d seen at any point in his life before. So why was he hung up on her?

It didn’t take him a long time to find her file, faster than he’d liked to admit. Manually sorting through hundreds of interns, lab technicians and various second-tier employees wasn’t exactly considered productive but with Pepper and her nagging out of the picture, Tony could afford to slack off a little bit.

So he found her name and her e-mail address, skimmed over her performance report with satisfaction, finding her to be a busy bee in the 90-th percentile. Her superiors considered her trustworthy, hard-working and communicative, all good traits.

Pepper’s absence meant he’d have no one to cover his ass should he get slapped with a harassment suit; however, he was the Tony Stark after all. He had more money that he’d cared to count and an army of lawyers at his disposal 24/7.

Amidst the jumbled mess of wires, circuit boards, tablets, empty coffee cups and the occasional piece of paper, Tony typed up an e-mail to the woman sharing his… Condition.

“I heard you and your friend talking at Starbucks. I could use a cuddle buddy. Wine and Netflix at my place? What’s your takeout preference?”

No. That came off way too creepy, like he was some kind of a dirty eavesdropper.

He contemplated some more, typing up and erasing multiple e-mails with various proposals: his penthouse, her place, a three Michelin star restaurant, a walk in the park. Almost all of it screamed ‘date’, like he’d drag her off to bed the very moment an opportunity wouldn’t present itself. It wasn’t so: Tony Stark, the playboy genius, had his dick firmly tucked into his pants. The thought of fucking her crossed his mind only briefly, quickly being chased away by the thought of her fingers running through his hair. Her warm, soft body in his arms. Just laying on his couch, eyes closed, reveling in each other’s arms.

Tony hit send on the least obnoxious option. He baited his breath, clicking his fingers in anticipation as the message showed itself to having been delivered.

“Mary, is this you trying to be funny? Stark is going to fire you if he finds out you’re impersonating him to stop your friend from going on a questionable date. Grow up.” Came the very prompt reply, ending with a short string of angry emojis. Tony could totally trust a person who used emojis unironically and generously.

“For the record, I wouldn’t be mad if somebody pretended to be me for the sake of saving their cute friend from a creep. The problem would be making it look credible.” Tony typed up the answer without thinking, quickly snapping a picture of himself holding the Starbucks cup with his name written on it, throwing his usual sloppy peace sign. He attached it to the email and hit send.

“WTF” Came the reply not a minute afterwards. He let it sink in, giving the woman some time to gather her wits. She did not disappoint. “Okay, even if we pretend this is real - which I doubt - what’s in it for you? If you heard our conversation, you surely know my stance on the matter.”

“I’m always glad to prove you wrong. I’m a genius - comes with the territory.” Tony simply couldn’t resist adding a generous dose of snark. “You’re welcome to meet me after clocking out. Use the private elevator, my AI will beam you up.”

The reply took a considerably long amount of time, seeing as previously, she typed back rather quickly. “Please don’t be a creepy rapist, Scotty. Fingers crossed.” Tony managed to almost break his stylus twice. His hands shook, and he had to tell himself to breathe - still, he laughed at the clever way she replied.

Several more hours later, during which Tony had nearly paced a hole through various floors on the residential side of the tower, he took a quick shower, dressed in a flattering but comfortable designer sweatpants and polo combo and made himself at home on the obscenely large living room sofa on his own, private penthouse floor.

He was up and running towards the elevator when Friday’s voice notified him of the woman entering the elevator on the employee floor. Tony tousled his hair, adjusted his glasses, fiddled with the drawstring of his pants.

The woman was wearing casual office wear, pants and a loose blouse, a lab coat loosely draped over her arm and her purse hanging off the shoulder on a thin strap. Her hair was loose now, a little frizzy as if she continuously ran her hands through it. Tony quietly rejoiced at not being the only nervous one.

Clever eyes scanned the room with unhurried interest before finally landing on him. “Not too shabby, if I say so myself,” The corners of her mouth tilted in an attempt at a smile, it was obvious she was studying him.

“Thanks, I try my best,” Tony smirked. Humble he was not. “So, how do you want to do this?”

“I see a comfortable couch,” She looked to be grateful for being given the opportunity to lead this interaction. “Let’s park our behinds on it, bicker for ten minutes about a movie choice and settle on one none of us really like. Then we can tell each other our no-no zones and, well, yeah,” She started out confidently. Probably practiced in the elevator. But towards the end, her shyness took over.

For Tony, it was kind of cute. A nice change from suck-ups that flocked him at every social gathering in hopes of getting something out of him. The woman that had tossed her bag carelessly on the far end of the couch and untucked her blouse looked and felt like the exact opposite of those people. She looked willing to give.

Tony sat next to her, keeping a couple of inches of free space between them. “Food preferences? Food allergies?” He asked, tapping the food delivery application.

“Nope, and I will eat just about anything.” He felt more than saw her side-eyeing him. Both of them were jittery. So uncharacteristic for Tony, to be blushing and stammering like a high school boy. Sex was easy, but intimacy? Complex. It was addictive and eventually, painful.

Movie decisions were surprisingly easy and she said so. They settled on a Tarantino classic, an old flick neither of them had watched in a long time. As the discussion progressed, Tony used his wits to find out more about her without making it seem like an interrogation. He had run a background check on the woman and her family but those only went that far, besides, it was a great opportunity to practice the tips Natasha had shared with him at one point or another. Being friends with spies had it’s perks.

They ate their food until their bellies were full. A comfortable, relaxing stupor, being warm from the inside out.

Tony noticed when the woman spoke, she spoke with her hands. She had caught herself grasping his forearm multiple times when they’d got more passionate about their discussion. And what Tony loved the most was that she refused to apologize. He saw a kindred soul in the woman; quiet until something struck her fancy. Then, she became a whirlwind of ideas and opinions.

In no time, it became a natural action to extend his arm and wrap it around her shoulders, reclining backwards. There was little grace in laying belly-up like a dead fish but the woman didn’t seem to mind. Watching him out of the corner of her eye, she laid down sideways, throwing a leg over one of his own.

Her palm traced the outline of his arc reactor when something on the screen caught her in a moment of intense interest. Tony preferred to avoid the cursed thing - scars around it definitely did not do any favour to his aging, marked body - but he found himself exhaling the tension when it was obvious the woman really did not care. An occasional quiet hum of satisfaction was the only noise that came from her: he noticed the sound escaped her lips every time his thumb began fiddling with the sleeve of her blouse and rubbed against her arm.

He was quite content. It was warm, he was surrounded by so much warmth.

The hug was mutual when she left home, both of them comfortable with the gesture for people who had met in a rather unconventional way.

She started coming over a couple of times a week, a quiet evening of the best takeout in NYC and (mostly) interesting movies. A solace, always a single e-mail away.

Tony saw her in the cafeteria once or twice; he appreciated the brief, tiny secretive grin she gave him out of her friend’s eyesight. She never approached him. He was grateful for that. He didn’t want to deal with all the drama and all the fuss surrounding incidents between him and his employees. It was nobody’s business what any of them did after clocking out - and him and his cuddle buddy, they weren’t even fucking, for Thor’s sake.

Maybe they would get there someday. Or maybe they won’t. It was only now for Tony. The rare free Saturday night he had, he truly took a vacation from all the bullshit and lured her in with promises of very expensive wine, her favourite New York style pizza and the willingness to entertain watching a few of those funny YouTube videos she liked.

They did watch them and Tony didn’t mind. He stepped over the irrational fear and the initial discomfort and curled up around her, hiding his face in the soft cotton of her worn hoodie, his own breath tickling his face in warm puffs. The hand running through his hair was tender like it never was with Pepper - his ex was far too preoccupied to baby her grown-up boyfriend. But the woman moulded to his body like an extension of himself was happy to do so. Tony’s hair was longer now and it glided perfectly along the woman’s palms.

His heart was steady, thumping in his ears, overshadowing the noises coming from the TV. He exhaled and felt her other hand begin tracing circles on his back, as if she saw the stress and the bitterness leave his body with every caress, every brush of their bodies. Maybe she did?

He held onto her, held her back like she’d held him. Safekeeping the warmth inside of him. Guarding his peace.

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Would You Be So Kind

Paring: Steve Rogers x reader

Style: One Shot

WC: 8k + some

Warnings: pining, some uncomfortableness, swearing

Summary: You ask Steve to be your date for a Christmas party just to get your parents off your ass. He says yes in a heartbeat and it’s simultaneously the best and worst decicion he’s ever made. Written for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan‘s writing challenge, prompt “Hey, want to help me get my parents off my ass about not having a date?”

Note: This starts with FIVE PHOTOS of texts and in the same post is the 8k words of the fic! Also included are Y/D/N = Your dad’s name and Y/CH/N = your childhood friend.

A/N: I am so excited for this fic and so happy with it and for the most part it’s just fluff. Hope you all enjoy ^_^

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Steve Rogers has never regretted anything more, nor has he ever been this happy for a decision he’s made, as he is when you open the door to your apartment.

Red colored lips draw into a smile that follows all the way up to sparkling eyes crinkling at the side. Your lips match the color of your dress, which shows off the top of your chest that and does not do Steve any good. The dress clings to your curves until it reaches your hips, where a belt cuts it off before it mouths out into a flowy length. The only thing alluding to legs underneath is the one that sneaks out through the slit in the side and shows of a long one that ends in a black high heeled shoe with straps that snakes up your leg.

It’s a fake date. It’s a fake date. Fake. Fake. Fake. Fake.

He repeats the mantra in his head, telling himself that he shouldn’t stare. Yet, he has to comment, “you look stunning.”

The smile grows on your lips and he swears your cheeks go a little red. “Thanks. You’re not looking too bad either.”

“Not sure if that’s really a compliment,” he says, but the smile doesn’t leave his face.

And it’s totally worth it to hear your laugh, even though it quickly quiets down and through your giggles you say the two of you should get going. You’re probably right.

It takes a little help from Steve to get you down the stairs, but he doesn’t mind. If anything, any excuse to touch you. He’s a little disappointed when you reach the end of the stairs and you unwrap your hand from his.

Yet, this is a fake date. So he doesn’t say anything and holds open the door to the cab for you, and relishes in the fact that the cab isn’t that big and that you sit rather close.

“Okay, so there’s something you should know before we get there.” You turn to look at Steve, and he cocks a brow.

“A little scared now, but go on.”

You laugh. “You shouldn’t be. It’s just that, I did tell my parents I had a date only not who, and they have a tendency to bring up world war two, and you and Bucky. And I just want you to be aware they can… be a bit pushy. And all their friends are the same.”

Steve nods. “Do they say things that might trigger? Anything that might make me a little angry or uncomfortable?”

“Totally. That’s my go to response for these parties.” You press your lips together, the apology clear in your eyes. “But I’m not sure how they’ll be with you there.”

“It’ll probably be okay, but I do appreciate you telling me.” He tries for a reassuring smile, and based on the one you give back, it works.

The cab pulls to a stop. Steve pays the driver and helps you out.

The building looms in front of you. Steve starts to wonder if it isn’t Tony that has the party, but based on the little you’ve told him, that doesn’t seem to be the case. He wouldn’t be surprised if Tony did suddenly show up, though.

But that’s not what he really thinks about. No, he has the elevator ride to prepare to be your fake boyfriend for a day.

You make your way inside. The receptionist greets you by name, to Steve’s surprise, and you smile and greet him in return. And despite the man knowing you and that your act should probably be on already, it’s only in the elevator that you turn to him, serious expression on your face.

“Okay, so the plan is to not be alone. Because if we’re not together, our stories will suck,” you say. “Probably should have come up with those already, huh?”

Steve smiles. “Probably. However, we can make the story of how we met real, and then make up how we started dating.”

You nod. “That works. Okay, so when did we start dating?”

“Last year. Kept it quiet because of the media, and we kept dating after I asked you to be my date to one of Tony’s charity events.”

“You came up with that fast,” you say, “but thanks. I’m totally no good coming up with these things. And thanks again for doing this. Don’t know who else I’d ask.”

Steve smiles. “Of course.” He links your elbows together. “If we’re to make-believe a couple when we walk out those doors, we better look like it, right?” His voice sounds awfully calm despite the heat that circulates his body, scorching where your skin meets his.

“Right. Good thinking.”

And then sounds the pling signalling the right floor as the doors slide open. Steve braces himself for anything, heart pounding a mile a minute and the feeling of sweat dripping down his back. But both of those are more for being close to you, for acting like your boyfriend, than they are for what’s to come during the party.

As the doors fully open, the members of the party nearest the elevator turn their heads to look at you and Steve. Smiles color their faces and as you walk out and past the many people, you greet everyone that Steve guesses are familiar faces. Eventually, you stop by two people that Steve sees resemble you a bit.

Your parents smile at you and you unhook your arm from Steve’s to give them both a hug. “Mom, Dad, this is Steve. Steve, these are my parents.” You mention their names and Steve quickly holds out his hand to shake theirs.

“Steve, huh?” says your dad as he shakes Steve’s hand. “You look a little like that so-called hero Captain America. You know, back in my day we didn’t need―”

“Dad!” You cut him off and take Steve’s hand in yours, the gesture looking so easy Steve’s pretty sure your parents believe you to be together. “He doesn’t need to hear that.”

Your mother nods and hooks her arm into your dad’s elbow. “Yes, Y/D/N, wouldn’t we rather hear about how they met? And why you’ve kept him hidden from us?”

A blush creeps to your cheeks as you smile at your parents. “Well, we met seven years ago when Tony Stark hired me and I spilled coffee on him on my first day. It took some time, but last year he asked me to be his date for one of Stark’s charities and the rest is history.”

“That sounds lovely,” replies your mom, “but, if you’ve been together a year, why haven’t you said anything before a week ago?”

“Uhhh….”

“The media, Mrs. Y/L/N,” says Steve as you blush, pressing your lips together and looking everywhere but at him or your parents. “We’ve been trying to keep it on the downlow so as to not drag much attention to it. You know how it is in the start phase of a relationship, trying everything out and seeing if it works.”

Steve guesses he gave the right answer based on the smile on your mom’s face. It shines brightly and she gives you a little wink and leans in. He can hear the small whisper of “he’s a keeper” and he relishes in the blush that grows on your face.

You look awfully cute with red cheeks, biting your lips, and only looking at Steve through your peripheral vision. Steve swallows at the sight, and tries to act nonchalant but he isn’t too certain he made it.

Clinking to a glass takes your attention and Steve follows the sound to the middle of the room. A man, whom he presumes is one of the hosts, holds a glass and a fork, the clinking having stopped. “I would like to wish you all a merry Christmas and welcome to our yearly holiday fest.”

A small cheer flows through the room.

“Now, as I believe all the guests have come, dinner will be served in a few minutes. It would be very appreciated if you would all take a seat at your assigned one.” The man’s voice is borderline British, but it’s clear to Steve the man himself isn’t.

He bends down a little to whisper in your ear. “Is that one of your parents friends?”

You nod. “He’s… Honestly, I don’t understand the half-way accent. It’s ridiculous and you’re welcome to make fun of it, even my parents do that. But you will meet others who do the same.”

“I might,” he replies and shoots you a smile.

On your way to the tables, you’re stopped by a woman and the man who talked. They both give you a hug and kisses on the cheeks. The man smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, and Steve makes the jump that the woman is the one who keeps inviting you, as her smile reaches her eyes more than a little.

She takes you in and shakes her head. “You look gorgeous, sweetie.” Her eyes swivel to Steve. “And I presume this is your date for the evening? You’ve finally found someone. Everyone’s been talking about it all week. Why haven’t you said anything?”

It doesn’t take much for Steve to realize why you wanted a date, even a fake one.

“Oh, you know. Been busy this last year, and wanted to find out who we are in the relationship before going public. Just trying to find our footing in the world,” you reply, but the smile on your face as you talk is as fake as it gets. Steve doesn’t think he’s ever seen you this uncomfortable.

The woman holds out her hand. “Hi, it’s lovely to meet you.” She says her name as Steve takes her hand and shakes it. It takes her some time to let Steve’s hand go, because as she holds it, she comments, “firm grip. You’re lucky there.” And then she winks.

Now, Steve has seen you more uncomfortable than you were mere seconds ago. Because despite the blush that creeps into your cheeks, you’re also looking up at Steve with the biggest apology written in your eyes and lips pressed together in a thin line that kind of smiles but it doesn’t even look like a fake one. It looks like a please-get-me-out-of-this-conversation one.

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” he says. “But we should go find our seats. Pretty sure she’s hungry now as we haven’t eaten since lunch.”

It’s a total lie, but the smile and the small goodbye from the hosts makes it worth it. So does the reassuring smile on your face as you walk past and into the way bigger dining room than Steve had originally thought.

“Thanks,” you say, “I… I cringe on behalf of some of the women here.”

Steve chuckles. “That was not something I expected.”

You roll your eyes. “Really? A handsome man whose muscles practically protrudes and ruins his suit doesn’t think he’ll get a few comments or stares from the women at this party?”

Steve shrugs.

“Since the moment we stepped out of the elevator there has been at least three women and one man drooling over your looks at any given time.”

“Prove it.”

You smirk and turn around to face the crowd. Steve watches as you scan it, and he should probably look to where you’re looking to see that you’re right, but instead he looks at you. He looks at the way your eyes squint and your lips press together in thought. He looks at the triumph in your eyes as you spot what you’re looking for. He looks at the deep blush that creeps into your cheeks when you turn back and notice he’s been staring.

“I found three.”

And then you point them out for him; one girl in the back that keeps looking their way and at the person she’s standing with; one older woman who winks when she notices that you and Steve look her way; and a man, probably a little older than you but not by much, who stands off to the side leaning against the wall with eyes traveling up and down Steve. The man, too, winks when he notices you and Steve looking his way.

When Steve returns his gaze back to you, you’re smiling brightly over your win.

“What do I owe for you being right?” asks Steve, smiling back at you with the same brightness. Everything about you is just so contagious.

You make a grimace, a little scrunch of your nose and a tug at the side of your lips, whilst you think. Steve’s mind screams cute and he wishes to just give you a small kiss right there and then, but he can’t find the courage.

“You owe me―” you say, holding up a finger for his attention. A finger which he now notices is lacquered with red nailpolish matching your dress and lips―you’ve really gone all in. “―a dance later.”

“That doesn’t seem like much to bet on.”

You scrunch your nose. “You’re probably right because I think they’d expect us to anyway, but now you at least have no choice in backing off. I need the reassurance, ‘kay?”

Steve smiles and nods. “Sure. A dance you’ll get, m’lady.”

You smile up at him, and to his surprise tiptoe to place a kiss on his cheek. To everyone there, it would probably seem normal, you’re supposed to be a couple after all, but to him, it makes his body feel like it’s on fire and he wonders what it would be like if you’d kissed his lips.

He takes what he can get. And he needs to steer the conversation in another direction. “Shall we find our seats?” he asks.

You nod, and he leads you along the tables with his hand at the small of your back. He’ll take any chance he gets to touch you, and he can’t wait for the dance.

The cards with your names on, or your name and Steve’s as Y/N’s date, are placed on a small round table in the middle of the dining room. Only two people on your table has already seated themselves. Based on their smiles and how you greet them, they’re people you already know.

Steve pulls out your chair for you and pushes it in when you’ve sat down. The woman of the two you sit with comments on it, making Steve swallow as he sits down. You only smile and nod and the two of you have a small conversation about your lives.

A conversation that stops when the chair next to you is pulled out by a male your age. Steve eyes the man warily, but he quickly smiles at your surprise and genuine glee at seeing him. You stand up and give the man a quick hug before you sit back down.

He doesn’t mind that you don’t introduce him to the guy, much because of your enthusiasm and how the look on your face is the most adorable he’s ever seen. Yet, something tugs at Steve’s heart during the interaction. His gut churns, not in the good way.

But he keeps telling himself it’s a fake date. He’s your fake boyfriend. This is pretend. No matter how much he repeats it, it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

And he can’t say he isn’t happy that your conversation gets cut short by the hosts presenting the food. This is also when he finds out it’s a five dish dinner, and he can’t say he complains.

Unless the food is some posh, gross thing he can’t really eat. Or if it’s practically nothing on the plate.

His fears are soon disproved and he drools every time a new dish comes out. The conversation around the table is less important to him, though he chimes in every now and then. Of course, you notice his love for the food and laugh whenever he uses a napkin to dry some of the drool of his chin. But he only smiles and busies himself with eating.

Which, on the fourth dish is cut short by his name mentioned.

He looks up from his plate and searches for the face that said his name. Eventually, his gaze lands on you and you roll your eyes. “They asked what you do for a living, I thought it best you answer that yourself.”

Steve nods, appreciative of you not answering for him. Only problem is he hasn't read the room and he isn’t sure whether to tell the truth or not. So he goes for half-truths. “I work in security.”

The three other men around the table perk up. “What kind? Any firm we’ve heard of?”

“Uhm, a lot of different jobs. Mostly it’s field work, and I help a little in the lab if they need help to test developed stuff. I work for Stark Industries.” And though he doesn’t really work for Tony, it fits with you meeting him there. And it’s not that much of a stretch from the truth.

“Tony Stark, huh?” asks your friend. “How is he, really? I’ve heard her stories for the past seven years, but I want to hear your impression.”

Steve glances at you, and you shrug with a smile and take a bite of your food. He nods and opens his mouth. “I guess he’s not too bad. A little arrogant and spoiled maybe, but he’s funny and he cares about his employees. Gotta admit we’ve had some falling outs, though. He’s not one that it’s easy to see eye to eye with.”

“That’s not true,” you say.

Steve raises a brow. “In what way?”

“He does not care about his employees. Do you have any idea how many times he keeps telling me to go home?! It’s not sleep I need, it’s answers.” You scoff, and Steve shakes his head with a small smile at the playfulness in your voice.

“Guess it sounds like he cares,” shoots your friend in.

As you turn to look at him, your gaze softens. “I guess. But I can’t help it. The lab is my second home.”

The woman across the table smiles and lets out a quiet laugh. “What about Steve’s home? We heard you’ve been together a year now? You moved in together yet?”

That is a question you didn’t prepare for. Steve shoots you a look that you return with some of the same panic, and then you smile and he guesses you’ll take care of it.

“Oh, you know. We’re getting there, but we haven’t really made the actual move yet. Most of his clothes are at my apartment, though, and that’s where we spend most of our time, I guess.” Steve’s almost taken aback by the causality in your voice.

But also by your how you expect that it’s your apartment you would move into. “What’s wrong with my apartment?” he asks.

You turn to look at him, both brows raised and eyes wide. “What’s not wrong with it? You do realize where you live, right?”

It hits him as you say it that he lives in the avengers tower, with the rest of the avengers and practically no privacy. Okay, yeah, so moving to your apartment doesn’t seem like a bad idea. And, if you should break up, it would be easy for him to move back to the building.

After that thought, he has to remind himself again that it’s fake. No matter how real it feels, it’s fake.

“Where does he live?”

Steve panics a little, but quickly resumes his really bad poker face. “Oh, uh, it’s just that I have roommates and there’s not really any privacy.”

You nod along and a chorus of understanding passes through the people you share a table with.

Thankfully, the conversation is cut short by the dessert being brought out. Too caught up in keeping the fake part of the date under control, Steve hadn’t even noticed the waiters picking up his plate. But he does notice the huge lava cake, sprinkled with powdered sugar and raspberries they bring out and set down in front of him.

Or, actually, they set it down in between you and Steve. The same happens with the man and the woman across the table, whilst the two singles get one each. You lean closer to Steve. “Couples get a big one to share. It’s tradition.”

The tradition has Steve swallow. First of all, he kind of wanted it all to himself. Second of all, he gets to share with you and they probably expect some sort of lovey-dovey acting with it. Like feeding each other.

Oh, God, please don’t let that happen. Steve’s not sure what he would do if it became expected of him to feed you a spoonful. His hand would shake like crazy, his heart would pound out of his ribcage, and his body would feel like it was doused in gasoline and put on fire.

Yet, the feeding part is exactly what the couple across the table does. They only feed each other every now and then, but they do it.

Though the expectation of it isn’t on your face. Steve’s too afraid to cross some line that makes the fake date feel uncomfortable. He doesn’t think he could forgive himself if he did something to make it weird between you.

“Okay, this is so good.” You smile as you take another spoonful, bringing with a raspberry. “I don’t think you’re gonna get anything, Stevie.”

Steve’s heart skips a beat. The nickname is an old one even, you’ve always used it. He knows his name in your contacts is Stevie. And yet, his heart skips a beat, and he looks to you and he finds you grinning at him.

“You’re not getting all of it.”

“Watch me.” You move the plate closer to you and start eating faster than you were. Steve, being very much stronger than you, waits until you’ve finished a spoonful (so that you don’t spill anything on your dress) and then tackles your hands behind your back so that you can eat anything. With one hand, he keeps you in place.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He shoots you a smirk as he uses his left hand to eat.

“This is not fair,” you complain and try to wiggle out of his grip. “Let me go. I promise we can share.”

Steve looks to where you sit. Your lower lip jut out and covers your upper lip. The pout goes annoyingly well with the puppy-dog eyes you send him. “Okay, but we’re gonna share.”

You nod, and he releases your hands. As you move the plate a little back to be in front of you, you shoot him a big smile and take a spoonful with the last raspberry. “Okay, open up.”

Steve cocks a brow.

“I was serious about sharing.” You stare at him exasperated until he does as told. Only as the spoons about to go into his mouth, you quickly move it back to your own and eat it.

“That’s how you wanna play?”

You giggle and smile brightly at him. It seems you try to say yes, but it doesn’t come out and you resort to a nod instead.

“I don’t understand how you can still be this much in the honeymoon stage. You’ve been together a year.”

Steve’s payback is cut short by the woman across the table speaking. You both look to her and though Steve frowns, you smile gleefully. “We were friends beforehand for a long time. I think much of the friendship just came along. Pretty sure we would do this even if we weren’t dating.”

The words come out so fast, and the last sentence feels like a stab to his heart. This was all friendly, everything was friendly. You’re on a fake date.

Thankfully though, the owner of the voice doesn’t look convinced. She raises her brow your way, scepticism coloring her expression. “You sure? Because it does not look like a friend thing. At all. If I did that with one of my friends, that would be one of my, albeit lousy, attempts at flirting.”

You press your lips together, shrugging at her comment. But, if she’s right, what does that mean for Steve? You’re supposed to act like a couple, to flirt here and there, and you had never done anything like it before. Nonetheless, it might be something you’d done with more people. Steve makes a mental note to ask Bucky and Sam about it later, maybe they have some answers.

On the other side, the comment has you not continue to tease him. Instead you eat the dessert in silence, or with some conversation that’s not with him. Steve takes notice of how, when there is no more dessert, you scoot your chair a little closer to his and lean your head on his shoulder, and he notes that you’ve taken off your shoes and folded your legs underneath your dress.

He eyes you a little worriedly. “You tired?” he asks.

You give him a little nod. “It’s gonna be okay. Just a lot of people at once.”

“Let me know if you need some fresh air,” he whispers and places a kiss on your forehead. Panic rises in him as he realizes what he did, but you only smile, nod and close your eyes a little. If he’s not wrong, you actually move in closer to him.

In a fit to make it look even more like you’re a couple, he takes your hand in his and starts to trace his thumb along the back of it. The smile grows a little on your face and Steve smiles, happy with himself. He welcomes the warm feeling that falls over him, welcomes the burn from your skin to skin contact, welcomes the tingling feeling that comes with your cool breath on his neck.

God, does he wish this wasn’t fake

“You’re really cute together.” Your friend from earlier leans a little over. His voice is low as he speaks, probably to not disrupt you.

Steve nods. “Thanks.”

“We haven’t really been introduced. I’m Y/CHF/N. It’s nice to meet you.” He doesn’t reach a hand over to shake Steve’s, but Steve doesn’t take offence to it seeing as he’s occupied with your hand. “But really, she’s been tiring from things like this since we were kids, it’s nice to see that she's found someone that makes her comfortable enough to relax with.”

Steve hasn’t thought about it that way. Truth be told, you had been spending a lot of time together the last few years, and whenever you’d been out or at a party, often you’d been one of the first to go home. You’d told him you tire from social activity, that it drains you and that alone time is good. However, whenever he’d been over when you’d thrown a little get together, he’d stayed long into the night. Sometimes you’d talked, laughed and had fun until morning came. You’d never shown any signs of tiredness.

Yet, you’d been at this party for a little over three hours and seemed ready to pass out. Has Steve never been draining your energy and only now realised? He tries not to think about it too much, but it does make him want to smile. Knowing you don’t mind his company has a warm feeling travel through his veins.

God, he wishes this wasn’t fake.

He turns to Y/CHF/N. “I’ve never actually thought about it. She’s often the first to go home, first to leave parties or get togethers, or if she’s been hosting them, most go home pretty early, but whenever it’s just the two of us, that doesn’t seem to be the case. But that makes me happy. I love making her happy.” Steve looks to you as he talks, the smile growing on his face with every word.

It takes every piece of strength he has to not utter the words ‘I love her’. You haven’t agreed on whether or not you’ve said it yet, but seeing as you’ve been faking being together for a year, maybe that would be part of it.

Steve doesn’t get your friend’s reply as the hosts speak up. Dinner is done, everyone can scatter for a moment, but they wishes everyone back in half an hour.

He doesn’t want to make you move, but he leans close to your ear. “Want to get a fresh breath of air?” he asks, and you nod. You eyes flutter open and you give him a pouty stare, sleepy eyes looking at him. The words slip out before he can stop them, “you’re adorable.”

A grin grows on your face and the tiredness seeps a little out. You lift your head from his shoulder and bow down under the table for your shoes. “I kind of want to say you too, but then I remember you hate being anything but hot or handsome.” A laugh follows your words, but Steve misses the look on your face as you bend over to get your shoes on.

It takes another few moments and Steve helps you out of your chair. On your way out, you latch onto his arm, resting your head on it as you walk. Some heads turn as you walk past them, but you don’t seem to notice.

Everything in Steve thanks you for not getting away from him as you get out on the balcony. There are already some people there, but most of them are smoking, minding their own business. You guide Steve to the railing, and he thinks you’ll let go of him and lean on that instead but you stayed glued to his side.

“It’s kind of beautiful, isn’t it?” you ask, voice light and content.

Steve looks at you and he knows the words out of his mouth are cliche because of course it’s you he thinks about as they leave, “yeah, absolutely breathtaking”, but he could not care less. It’s more truth than he thinks he’s admitted to in a long time.

You turn back to look at him. He quickly averts his gaze to the scenery along the city skyline―he can’t have you knowing, you’d probably regret asking him. Nevertheless, he has to admit the way the city lights up is beautiful. Christmas colors every other way, white light shining through the dark of the evening. It’s every bit true to say New York City never sleeps.

“I’m starting to become a little cold, wanna go back inside?” You look up at him with a sweet smile.

He kind of wants to say no. “You sure you want back inside? You can have my jacket?”

Your eyes go wide and you nod your head. “I’ll take your jacket, please.” The way you press your lips together, suppressing a giggle and gleefully watching as he takes off his jacket, has you look like a little girl. God, you’re adorable. At least now he doesn’t say so aloud, he only smiles and shakes his head as he holds it out for you to put on.

Nothing can say that the jacket isn’t too big on you, but the childlike glee in your expression (and how his fantasy of you wearing his clothes is half-way coming true) has him smile back at you. You’re beaming and the words are so close to being uttered.

I love you.

But he’s done reminding himself it’s fake. For now, it can be fake for you whilst he thrives in the closeness he gets. He isn’t faking anything, but if you believe he is and that’s enough to be close to you, he’ll continue to let you think so all night.

You turn back around to the railing, leaning on it and watching the buzzing city. The sounds of it―cars honking, people shouting, music from some far away place―fill the silence around you.

The silence of your company lasts for awhile, until one of the smokers comes over to you. “We’re supposed to go back inside now, just thought you should know,” she says. “But, if you want some alone time I don’t think anyone’s gonna worry.” And like so many others have already done, she winks. Only the meaning of this is a little more to Steve’s liking.

Also, totally worth it with your furious blush.

You follow the woman inside. The dining room buzzes with life, only to Steve’s confusion, everyone sits in different places than before. He casts a glance down at you and the glee oozes.

“They change the seating so that everyone has a chance to talk to more people. Probably the only party it happens, but it’s one of the things I like about it.” You smile at him. “Though if you have a date, you’re always with the date, so don’t you worry.” At the last sentence, you poke his nose and laughs at the absurd little whimper he makes out of surprise.

You look around you, away from Steve who can’t take his eyes off of you. His heart beats within his chest, his head keeps making up questions as to where this is all coming from, and he’s dying inside to capture your lips with his.

“We’re over there,” you say, tugging at his arm and pointing at a table in the middle where your parents are waving at you. Steve notices that the hosts are also sitting at the table, but you’re making your way over, glee still oozing out.

He shakes his head, but he follows you. Also here, he pulls out your chair for you and pushes it in and both the women at the table makes a comment about him being a gentleman. Steve only smiles and brushes it off.

“Now, it’s so nice of you to join us,” says the female host. She smiles warmly your way. “We want to know all about your blooming relationship. Everyone’s been whispering about how cute you are.” She chuckles a little. “Funnily enough they’re also asking why they haven’t seen a kiss yet.”

There’s a small, almost unnoticeable, change in your expression. You smile back at the woman. “Oh, you know. We’re not all there for the public display of affection. The hand holding and such works but I don’t actually think we’ve really kissed in public yet.” You try to laugh it off, but both women at the table frown.

Your mother reaches for you, taking your hand in hers. “Is something wrong? Something that makes you not want to?” she asks, the worry evident in both her expression and voice.

“No, Mom, it’s just… We’ve first now gone public with the relationship and it takes some adjusting, you know. I guess kissing isn’t the way we do it.” You glance back at Steve, soft smile on your face and he smiles reassuringly back at you.

“In that case,” says the host and stands up. She brings with her a glass and a fork and as she clinks the fork against the glass your eyes go wide. It takes another few moments before Steve catches on. “Everyone, I would like your attention. We have a very sweet couple in our midst that have not yet kissed publicly, as they so recently made their relationship public. To make it even more official, they’ll kiss right now. You will be their audience.”

Steve’s heart pounds in his head. He can feel his heart squeeze because even though the thought of kissing you has haunted him all evening, he’s not one to want your first kiss to be as a show in front of a hundred rich men and women he doesn’t know. He meets your eyes, an apology written across your face and a small pleading in your eyes.

It’s clear this isn’t something you want either.

“Oh, Charlotte,” says your mother, “you can’t force them to kiss in front of all these people. You know how she is with attention.”

The relief washes over your face. Steve takes your hand and gives it a squeeze, both relieved and surprised at your mother. Her voice sounded rather angry, in fact.

Charlotte waves her hand. “It should be okay. They’ve been together for a year, there shouldn’t be a problem.”

“It is,” you say, voice firm. “We might’ve been together long. We know each other, and we’re familiar with our relationship. But that’s also exactly why you can’t demand we kiss in front of all these people. If we’re gonna kiss, it’s on our own terms. It’s gonna be natural, and we’re both gonna be comfortable, and most likely, it will never be in front of you.”

Steve has never been prouder.

“Excuse me, young lady, but this is my party.”

“That does not give you the right to boss people around, or make them do stuff they don’t want to. I know you’re privileged, but honestly, somewhere there’s gotta be a line.”

Charlotte looks wide-eyed at you, so does most of the room. However, Steve notices a few snicker and smiles, even your parents looks proud. Maybe bringing a date brought you more than just your parents and their friends off your ass?

You try for a calmer look. “Now, why don’t we all just sit down, talk about something else and wait for the show to start? I suppose it’s the same as last year, and the year before that, and the year before that?”

The host nods and sits down with the help of her husband. He gives you a little smile, almost thankful, making Steve wonder what the guy puts up with everyday. Steve gives you another squeeze and his chest aches at the half-hearted attempt you make to look okay.

The chatter around the room starts up again, to Steve’s pleasure, and so does the one around your table. Only he tenses a little at the subject your father brings up.

“So, John, did you read the book I recommended you? And the article with it?” he asks Charlotte’s husband. “Interesting take on the war, don’t you think?”

You notice he tenses, because you’re immediately there to squeeze his hand and cast him a worried look. But he doesn’t know what they’re gonna say yet so he only sends you a smile.

“Yes, indeed so.” John takes up his glass, swirling the liquid around in it. “Though, different from the others you’ve shown me, it did not mention the so-called war hero.”

And there it came. Steve braces for the next to come. He might be the one that needs a fresh breath of air next.

“I found that rather odd, didn’t you? He even talked about the rescue mission and everything, and he did mention Sergeant Barnes.”

Steve notices that that piques your interest as you glance between the two men. “Wait, you read an article on the war that included the Winter soldier but not Captain America, yet it mentioned the rescue mission Captain America went on to free his best friend?”

The two men turn to you, both frowning and tilting their heads in question. Your father squints a little at you. “Since when did you get interested in the war, honey?”

You shrug. “It’s just that I’ve met them. I did some research afterwards, you know.”

It’s probably the truth, but Steve suspects it’s not the whole truth.

“Steve also knows a lot about it. It’s almost like he was there.”

Steve sends you a glare, annoyed at the quick change of topic to get the men off your back. He turns back to them and nods. “I know some, yeah.”

Your father nods in understanding. “You’ve met them both as well, haven’t you?”

Steve nods.

“Would you like to indulge in a speculation I have? Since you’ve met them, you’re probably the right one to answer.”

Steve finds it a little odd that your father doesn’t ask you, but he suspects there is a slight different view in gender equality around the room. He nods, “ask away.”

Both John and your father cough, clearing their throats. Your father is the one that speaks up. “I speculate in the Captain’s participating in fighting in the war. There are many pictures and many theories, and my own is that the whole thing is fake. They say he was a scrawny kid, little and with very many allergies, but that he was injected with a serum. Who had the technology at the time to make a serum? Did they maybe just use a model?”

It takes everything in Steve not to punch your father. He’s not even sorry for the feeling, but he tries to hide it. You had warned him, he should have seen it coming. However, he has no intention of answering politely. And with a quick glance your way, it doesn’t seem that you expect him to.

He coughs to clear his throat, just as the two men did. He sits up in his seat, and he eyes the men with anything but a nice gaze. “I will tell you this once, and only once; questioning a man, who you’ve seen on the news multiple times, and his acts of bravery, is only a way to belittle someone you feel a threat to yourself. You are questioning a man who fought in world war two, with documents proving it. You are questioning a man who fought to save the world, more than once. You are questioning the values of America. There is very little that can annoy me, and there are of course some things about Captain America that aren’t perfect, but he’s human. Just like you. And if you want to know, he was a scrawny kid, one who tried everything to fight in a war to defend his country and his values, but who wasn’t allowed until he became a part of an experiment.”

Steve stands up from his chair, gaining attention from more than just the people at his own table. “It wounds me that you would think so little of a man who’s saved your lives, who would probably still save them even if he heard what you just said. Please, do me a favor, and shove your privileged theories about undeserving heroes up your ass.”

He turns and walks away, not bothering to meet the gazes of the many people who follow after him and heard his last words.

It aches within him as he makes it out on the balcony. The wind blows at his hair, brushes across his skin as a refreshing relief and he lets out a deep sigh. With you not there, he takes a look at the view. It is stunning, but not compared to your beauty. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

He probably fucked up. He didn’t even spare you a glance as he walked away, probably to the dismay of your mother and Charlotte. But he doesn’t care. He’s too angry to care, too hurt. He knew people didn’t like him all the time, but he never knew there were people who questioned his existence.

“Steve.” Your voice is soft behind him and he turns his head to find you in the doorway. You smile at him as you make your way out, his jacket laid over your shoulders. “Are you okay?”

The worry in your voice has every bit of anger in him wash away. He nods, and you take a step closer to him. “Are you sure?”

Steve smiles at you and opens his arms. As you wrap yours around his torso and lay your head on his chest, he says, “yeah, I’m sure.”

“I’m so sorry,” you say, and shift so that your chin leans against his chest and you can look up at him. “They’re… I don’t know what they are, but idiots might be a good word.”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he says and cups your face. “It hurts a bit, but I can take it.”

Sparkling eyes search his face. “You’re totally sure? Absolutely one hundred percent sure?”

He nods, leaning down and placing a kiss one your forehead. “Absolutely one hundred percent sure.”

“Okay, then.” You go back to leaning your head against his chest, eyes looking out over the city. “But we’re not going back in there for a while.”

“That’s okay with me.”

The two of you stand there in silence for far longer than Steve thinks you do. The world passes down on the street, passes inside where whatever show has started and the privileged people keep up the pretence of nothing wrong.

However, Steve guesses nothing is wrong.

He has you in his arms. He’s got you there, comforting him, being his friend, acting like his girlfriend―a little too believably for his taste as all it did was make him confused―but you’re there, being everything he needs and more.

Steve shifts a tiny bit, fishing his phone out of his pocket and sends a quick text to Sam and Bucky, asking the two what he should do. Their replies are awfully quick, giving him barely any time to sort out his own feelings before they pop in with suggestions.

All their suggestions are the same, and they all boil down to the same thing. Whatever they say, it’s up to Steve to figure out if he wants to do it. In the moment, it doesn’t feel right, but he hopes he finds the moment by the end of the night. He does still owe you a dance.

“Y/N,” he asks, and you tilt your head a tiny bit to look up at him. “Do you want that dance now?”

A smile forms on your lips. “We have no music.”

“That’s just an excuse. Humor me. Please?” He tries for puppy-dog eyes. From the gleeful and amused look in your eyes, he takes that for a yes and changes your position; one and holding yours and on your back. His leading has you look up at him rather amused and surprised.

He smiles at you, relishes in the angelic look on your face.

The dance doesn’t start. Steve can’t help himself, his body moving before he tells it to, or manages to order it to stop. His lips meet yours. Soft, sweet, trying. And then you realize what he’s doing and press yours firmer against his, moving your arms around his neck as he moves his around to hold at your waist.

Warm fluttering rushes through his veins. Gut churning, heart drumming, muscles jelly-like. Your lips against his makes a thousand feelings rush to him at once. It’s like lying down in a meadow, surrounded by beautiful flowers, their softness caressing his skin and their enveloping kindness filling his heart. He aches for more, pressing you closer to him.

Your hand starts grooming his hair, tugging at the strands along his neck. He makes a slight groan, a half-moan, and you laugh at the sound. Enough to break the kiss, but not enough to break the moment. With your laugh died down, you press another kiss to his lips. A chaste one that only leaves him wanting more, but that he already does.

“You’ve got lipstick on you.” The smile has your face light up, become a sunshine that filters through everything bad in the world.

“You’ve got smeared lipstick so I don’t think you’re better off,” he replies and tries to use his thumb to wipe away the excess lipstick around your lips. It doesn’t work as well as he hoped it would.

You shake your head. “Never gonna work, but what do you say to us getting out of here anyway? Maybe continue this at my apartment?” The little scrunch of your nose, showing of your nerves at the question, has Steve melt on the inside.

“Sounds like a great idea.”

You take his hand in yours, grinning up at him and placing a kiss to his cheek. And then, with the happiness radiating off you, you drag him to the elevator, shove him inside and press the button down. In no time have you hailed a cab and shoved him inside.

Steve has to admit, your eagerness comes as a welcome surprise.

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loraneldin · 5 years

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Eight pack - Part 3 (Part 1, Part 2)

Bruce wakes to a roaring and can’t decide if it is inside his head or out. Trying to find out almost makes him miss that there are arms wrapped around him. He finally decides that they are in the Quinjet and part of the noise are the engines starting. But the majority of it is actually his head feeling like it has been screwed on the wrong way around.

He opens an eye anyway to see who is holding him in their lap. Thor’s eyes flicker down to him and for a moment a smile washes the tension off his face.

The last sense that registers is smell. The smile comes with a waft of relaxing omega but mostly Thor smells worried and … slightly aggressive. That must be a remnant from the fight.

They were called out to Maine to fight a thing. That was what the first responder report said. A giant thing. When they arrived, Tony had looked expectantly at Bruce waiting for an assessment.

“It could be a Malva– Nephro– Odoco– I have no idea. I’m sure it’s not a mineral, though.”

So, they fought the thing. And it sure was vicious. Vicious enough that Steve decided they needed the Hulk, who found some soft spot to pummel while the rest kept the thing’s maws occupied. Then a giant tentacle (or was it a vine?) passed just beside the Hulk’s head and he had tried to bat it away and then he got knocked out from behind. It is the last thing Bruce remembers.

“Is the thing dead?” he asks. Because that would explain why the note of agitation isn’t disappearing from Thor’s scent.

“Yes, it is. Thor got you away from it, and Tony finished it off with the Unibeam.”

Bruce turns his head to where Steve has been talking. He is standing at the bulkhead all the way over by the pilot seat, his hands held down and out in a somewhat awkward manner.

‘“The police and the army are going to do the clean up. We’re getting you and Nat back to the tower and into medical.”

There is a low growl that, as Bruce belatedly realizes, is coming from Thor.

Steve stretches all his fingers even further apart as if at a loss for what else to do with them.

“They just need to take a look at Nat and Bruce and if they are alright we’ll take them back home.”

Bruce thinks he is probably alright once the headache is gone. “What’s with Nat?”

“I’m fine.” Nat’s voice is coming from behind Bruce back and he tries to turn his neck that far but winces when pain shoots up his spine and into his skull.

Thor growls again and cradles Bruce’s head against his chest, so firm that Bruce has no doubt he won’t be moving again any time soon.

“Nat, you’ve been stabbed.” Sam’s voice is coming from the cockpit area. Bruce hears it slightly muffled, closed in as he is in Thor’s arms.

“And?” Nat bites back.

Sam sighs.

Everybody expects alphas to be stupid about injuries, but on this team it is basically everybody, and Nat is the queen of them all. Again, Thor’s pheromones are shifting towards uncertainty. If he is getting this protective about Bruce, there is a good chance he thought about trying to do the same with Nat when they were boarding. And there is no way that went over well.

Nat hates people doting on her when she’s injured. Steve is only able to ever get her to see a doctor by swearing to ban her from missions if she doesn’t do it. But Bruce knows without being able to look that Clint is by her side and has already checked the wound too. He is somehow exempt from all of Nat’s suspicions.

“Just let me take a look,” Sam asks again and there is a barely noticeable tremble to his voice, so the wound must have at least looked bad. If everyone is worried about Nat, the air in the jet was probably going to be hell in a few minutes.

Bruce almost jolts when he recognizes who he hasn’t heard so far. “Tony, you are way too silent there.”

“I’m flying to get you all to the doctors as fast as possible. Although it would really be helpful if you would let Sam check since he’s the only one with medical training here.”

“I think Nat needs that more than me.”

“Ha, if Bruce doesn’t need to be checked out neither do I.”

“Bruce needs to be checked for a concussion,” Sam explains. “The bit that we can do here, I can tell Steve how to do, while I check on Nat.”

Nat harumpfs and Thor growls again. At Steve checking on Bruce? Is that what is going on here?

They have become a lot closer after Bucky spoke up and Tony induced a cuddle fest. But everything has been neither here nor there so far. Team activities have become more and there is a lot more of casual touching and asks for hugs, but that is it.

It sure is better than before and they all know it, but if they’re honest, it’s not enough.

The reactions from everyone were neutral or negative when Bruce only mentioned the word pack. Back then it was only an observation. But especially Bucky and Steve were horrified by the mention alone, which after all is probably connected to their youth taking place almost a century ago. It still isn’t a common concept, but there are different views on relationships and families today. If one would ask Bruce himself, he knew that the traditional epitome of relationships, one alpha and one omega, was no recipe for joy either. He grew up with the worst possible outcome of that structure.

And doing this thing half assed isn’t an option either as they are effectively demonstrating right now.

“Thor,” Bruce rasps maybe a bit more pitiable than his condition requires.

A questioning sounds makes him open his eyes. Thor is fully concentrated on him, and Bruce doesn’t even try to ignore how nice that feels. They all know that Thor’s protective streak is a mile wide, but the combination of the intensified bonding and a mission leaving two of them in need of medical attention have apparently send those instincts into overdrive.

Bruce takes a deep breath and lets go of all the things that are scurrying through his mind for the moment. They will be there to worry about when they are through this. He concentrates on not making any distressed sounds when lifting his arm to cup Thor’s cheek. He doesn’t bother to smile. It would look as fake as it feels, instead he tries to project a sense of calm.

“Will you let Steve take a look? You know he is as worried as you are.” He lets his need for attention filter through as good as he is able to manage. It still makes him feel guilty after relearning and practising it for years. The smell of his longing for connection starts to become noticeable and his first thought is that it is much too strong, but Thor doesn’t react negatively, instead buries his face in Bruce’s neck.

“Steve can help,” Bruce tries again. “And then Sam can go take a look at Natasha and make sure she is okay too.”

That there is not more growling from Thor is a good sign. Bruce only feels how Thor nods against his neck. The hand still pressing his head to Thor’s chest let’s go and he can turn around to beckon Steve over.

Nat has no choice but to let Sam check the wound. Well, she does, but then she would be responsible if Thor sinks further into this overbearing-omega-will-demolish-anyone-getting-too-close-to-his-loved-ones persona. That Bruce managed to get him even so far out of it is respectable. And she doesn’t really have an argument if it isn’t about her but about Thor, does she?

She would trust Sam with her life, has several times, but she still hates this situation. He asks before he does anything, and while Natasha understands why, she still hates it. It just makes it resemble a medical treatment even more.

“Can you just poke me where you need to and forgo the good bedside manners?”

Thor’s head turns to monitor the situation, and Natasha rolls her eyes. “Everything is fine, Thor. I just don’t need the talk. Sam would never hurt me, right?” She adds the last bit with her most vicious smile.

Sam looks up from where he is at eye-level with the gash at her side and gives her the stink-eye.

“It’s superficial but still bleeding. It probably will need stitches, though.” Sam stands up and removes the latex gloves. Before he can go back to the co-pilot seat, however, Clint grabs his arm and pulls him back.

“I think Nat needs some cuddles too until we’re back.”

“We are three minutes out,” Tony interrupts from the front.

“Still,” Clint waves the objection away.

Sam plops down on Natasha’s other side and raises one eyebrow questiongly. With a sigh Natasha lifts his arm and snuggles close, pulling Clint with her, so that they are both half lying atop of Sam. She is still able to see the other three where Thor has allowed Steve to at least crouch in front of them and have a settling hand on Bruce’s back.

The calm that settles over the Quinjet is hard to ignore. Nat still isn’t sure where they are going with this. So far the developments all have been kind of nice, but she knows that there’s always a caveat.

She cards a hand through Clint’s hair. With him it’s been worth it. Not that she ever weighed it that way; since they met it has been clear that there was nothing coming between them. Mostly because Clint would never give her up and wasn’t that something completely new. But being lucky once was one thing, repeating that six times? How lucky could one person be?

Sam is humming some song that Natasha doesn’t know. She takes a deep breath. The worry and aggression and thinly veiled disappointment that have been in the air are mostly gone. Instead, it is a mixture of content and drained omegas and betas. And even Sam, who is usually very much in control of his pheromones and not as communicative that way (one could also say more polite than to push it in everyone’s face), smells highly satisfied. Natasha pencilled him down as a carer the minute they met, but it is nice to know she has been so right.

Natasha still isn’t wholly convinced of this thing, but it’s hard not to want to try.

Part 4

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stqrked · 6 years

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stranger / stevetony

in which steve and tony were dating, then civil war happened and everything went to shit. it’s post infinity war now, tony somehow got home and everyone’s gone and it’s an angst fest

When Tony sees Steve, all he can do is laugh.

It’s the kind of laugh that Tony’s perfected over the years. An empty, almost bitter laugh of right, because after everything that’s happened, Steve fucking Rogers is exactly what I need right now.

Years ago, Tony would’ve said that completely unironically. He would’ve meant it with every ounce of his being, because Steve was his rock. But needless to say, a lot has changed.

Steve is a stranger now.

The miserable look on Steve’s face as Tony laughs is enough to snap Tony out of it. But not really, because he’s still frozen and completely unsure of what to do. Steve walks forward, closes a bit of the distance between them, and finally speaks. “Tony…” he says softly, and that’s enough for a small part of Tony to break.

He pounds his fists against Steve’s chest, his flailed punches not doing anything but Tony’s too upset to care, because fuck, he let Steve tear down his walls and sleep beside him at night and then Steve turned around and hurt him, and taught him once again that letting people in always ends up biting you in the ass. Steve simply takes it, opening up his arms and engulfing Tony in a bone-crushing hug despite Tony’s assualt until Tony isn’t even hitting him anymore, just crying into his shoulder and he hates himself for it. Hates himself for showing weakness in front of the man who pummeled him and left him in a cave in Siberia.

“He’s my friend.”

“So was I.”

“I hate you,” he wants to say. “You said you loved me, then you threw me away like I was nothing.”

“The kid’s gone”, is all he says.

Steve nods. “B…Bucky too.”

“Christ, Rogers,” Tony says. “I’m sorry,” he says, because he is. “But that’s still kind of a sore subject.”

Steve is silent.

“Oh, do you not remember?” Tony says bitterly. He’s being an asshole, he knows it, but he can’t help it. “When you epically dumped me, beat me up, then declared that your own boyfriend got second place?”

There’s another beat of silence. “I’m sorry, Tony.”

Tony has no idea what to say to that. So he just removes himself from Steve’s grip, wipes away his tears, and says, “so what’s the plan?”

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chalantness · 6 years

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our sins are sweeter than sugar – day one

(for my smut fest calendar)

Ship: Steve/Natasha Rating: NC-17 Word Count: ~2400 Kinks: face-sitting, masks, costume

Part of the royal ‘verse.

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“You know, princess,” he whispers, his breath warm against her ear as he drags his knuckles down her spine, “you’re quite sneaky.”

Her lips curve into a smile as she glances over her shoulder, catching his bright, blue eyes through the slants of his feather mask. She feels his hand slide over her hip, giving it a gentle squeeze, and she leans back into his chest. “You’re just figuring this out now?” she teases, arching an eyebrow.

“Funny.” He nips at her earlobe and a warmth shoots down her spine, unfurling low in her stomach as she draws in a sharp breath. It still catches her off-guard sometimes, the way he’s so openly affectionate. She loves it, of course – loves the way he takes her hand and kisses it, the way he threads their fingers together, simply because he wants to. She loves the way he brushes her hair behind her ear, tangles his fingers in it when they kiss and then smooths it back into place after. He’d always found every excuse to touch her when they were alone and she knew part of that had to do with not being able to do so in public. But ever since they’d officially announced their relationship, he can’t quite keep his hands or his lips off of her.

She hardly minds all of the extra attention.

“Tony’s masquerade party is one of the only events that the royal family closes off to the press.” He smirks, his eyes twinkling. “No photographers, no journalists.”

“No parents to placate and sneak away from,” she reminds, twisting around to face him as she grasps his tie between her gloved fingers. She tugs him close, closer, his breath warm as it fans over her cheeks in a low chuckle. “And with no one daring to gossip about me in front of my big brother, we can leave as early as we’d like.”

“A perfect first event for us to attend as an ‘official’ couple.” He teases his mouth over hers, his tongue darting out to lick at the seam of her lips, and she lets out a little noise from the back of her throat. He tilts his head, nudges his nose against hers. “I appreciate the consideration, love, but you really don’t have to worry about me handling the public.”

She bites on the inside of her lip as she peers up at him. He doesn’t seem embarrassed or the slightest bit upset at having caught her motive. Well, one of her motives. It had been one of the first conversations that her parents and Aunt Peggy had with her after they decided that they were ready to go public. She wasn’t exactly worried about the public protesting their relationship, especially not since Steve had taken a bullet for her on a nationally televised event, instantly earning the admiration – and adoration – of their people. But witnessing the intensity of the spotlight as her bodyguard is far different from being the one in the spotlight, and Natasha would be lying if she said she wasn’t worried about how he would adjust.

Steve can embrace the attention, but she knows he doesn’t particularly favor it, either. He’s told her more than once that it doesn’t bother him, and she believes it. But still.

“You always protect me,” she whispers, loosening her grip on his tie to press her palm flat against his chest, right over his heart. “I really like being the one to protect you tonight.”

His eyelashes flutter ever so slightly, his gaze growing darker, heavier, almost a palpable press against her cheeks as she stares up at him. She wants to pull off his mask, wants to see his bright, smiling face give way to his arousal. His gaze is always so adoring, almost reverent, and she loves it.

But she thinks she may love this gaze a little more: burning with pure hunger, with raw desire. His gaze flicks down to the corset of her gown and her stomach flips.

“We need to go,” he says, his voice gravelly and low and so incredibly sexy.

Her lip curves at the corner. “We’ve barely been here for an hour,” she says, though there isn’t an ounce of protest in her voice.

“We’ll come back.” His tone is firm, almost demanding, and her stomach flips again. No one dares take this kind of tone with a princess, but Steve does whenever he’s so ridiculously turned on that he can’t help it. It had been a way for her to give him an out – not to necessarily let him call all the shots, but to let him judge whether they would have to wait.

But now? Now she just loves hearing the want in his voice. She loves being the reason that his composure slips, that he gives in to his impulses.

They should pay a little more attention to who might be watching them, should care a little more about being discreet. Simply because they’re wearing masks doesn’t mean that no one has figured out who she is. But she really can’t bring herself to care. Not with the way Steve has her tucked under his arm, swiftly guiding her through one of the back exits of the ballroom and into the hallway. He ducks his head down, slants his mouth over hers, and she whimpers as he bites at her lower lip, pulling it with his teeth. She likes it a little rough, a little bite of pain that makes her feel less delicate, that reminds her that she won’t crack. And as much as Steve loves making slow, soft, sweet love to her, he loves this just as much.

He pulls her forward, into one of the dozens of powder rooms down this hallway, and clicks the lock of the door into place behind them. Then his hands are on her back again, finding the warmth of her skin through the ribbons holding her corset in place. He growls lowly against her lips, his fingers twisting into the binds.

“I want to get you out of this,” he murmurs into their kiss. “Kiss everywhere this damn dress indents your skin.”

She lets out something between a hiss and a whine, because she knows they don’t have time. It took both Wanda and Sharon to get her into this thing, and there’s no way Steve can do it on his own. “Don’t be such a tease,” she mutters, pushing at his chest, and he breathes out a laugh as he grasps her wrists and draws himself away, just a little bit.

“I’m not teasing, princess. I’m promising.” He smiles a dimpled, boyish smile at her. “For now, though, I want you to straddle my face.”

Fuck. Her breath catches in her throat. “Why?”

His eyes are dark as he draws her toward the chaise, sliding a hand up to her elbow to toy with the edge of her glove. “Because it seems like an incredibly naughty position for a princess to be caught in.” He dips his head, his lips finding her pulse, and her eyelids flutter closed as he sucks at the skin. She knows he won’t dare leave a mark – not where anyone else can see it, anyway – but she likes the thrill of knowing that he can. “Because if someone were to walk in on us, they wouldn’t be able to see who I am, covered by your skirt. But you?” He lifts his hand, brushes his knuckles over her flushed cheek. “But they’ll see you. They’ll see your face twisted in pleasure. They’ll see their darling princess begging to come.”

Her pulse thrums, her breaths growing quicker, shallower. The door is locked, but a burst of adrenaline unfurls in her stomach at the image he’s painted. An image that she wants.

He places a kiss to her forehead, as if knowing she needs the little brush of encouragement, and then he eases himself onto the leather, stretches his legs along the chaise as he leans back. Her gaze slides over his broad shoulders, sliding down to the slim of his hips, settling at the hard, prominent curve between his legs. She licks her lips.

He holds a hand out for her and she grasps it, letting him balance her as she gathers the full skirt of her gown as best as she can, lifting it up so she can straddle his chest. He blinks up at her, his eyes twinkling, and she can’t quite help herself: she lets go of her skirt to pull his mask off, carelessly tossing it aside. He chuckles softly, the low rumble of his chest sending vibrations against her sex through the damp lace of her panties. She traces her thumb over his cheek, down the line of his jaw, circling over a small, fading scar at the corner of his lips.

“Hi,” she whispers.

He swallows lightly, staring up at her with so much awe, so much love, that she can’t quite catch her breath. “Hi.” He slides a hand over her hip, gripping onto it to balance her as she shifts herself up his chest, hooking her knees over his shoulders. She lets go of his hand, gathering her skirt and pulling it up, holding it at her hips. She feels him run the tip of his nose over the inside of her thigh, feels his breath tingle against the hot, wet folds of her sex as he hooks a finger under the lace, pulling it to the side. She licks her lips, twisting the material of her skirt between her fingers in anticipation – and then she moans as if in surprise at the first brush of his tongue against her, flat and firm as he licks a broad stripe along her center.

He groans, sending vibrations against her folds as he works his tongue over her, and she can imagine his eyes rolling back in pleasure, his forehead pinched in concentration. She wants to see his face, to watch the way it twists in arousal. But she also kind of loves that she can’t. That all she can focus on is his tongue licking at her, drawing out her pleasure.

She curls her spine, straining against the tight hold of the corset as she tips her head back. Her legs quiver, her fingers twitching to hold her skirt up as Steve quickly and expertly winds her up. His hand slides along the back of her thigh, digging into the curve of her ass as his tongue presses against her clit, and her hips jump.

Then his lips close around her little bundle of nerves, sucking once, twice, three times, and she whines, barely fighting off the urge to grind down against his mouth.

He kneads at her skin, soothing her, reassuring her that it’s fine – he can handle it – and she knows he can. She’s not worried about being too rough with him in this position. She’s fairly certain that he wants it, in fact.

And she does too. Oh, she wants it. Her body twitches in an urge to move, to chase the high he’s quickly pushing her toward, and all it takes is a quick nip of his teeth on the inside of her thigh for her to give in. She rolls her hips, twists her skirt even tighter in her hands as her body bows forward, working with the laps of his tongue. Her sex flutters when he licks at her entrance, teasing for a second, and then his tongue is curling inside as he curves his hand over her ass again to move her body with his strokes, encouraging her to do the same.

It should be embarrassing, how quickly he pushes her against that edge, how well he knows her body, her pleasure, but she’s never once felt embarrassed around Steve.

How could she, when he so openly adores everything about her?

“Steve,” she whimpers, her body shuddering as her body bends forward a little more, practically curling around him. She lets go of one side of her dress to brace herself against the arm of the chaise, barely holding herself up, but Steve doesn’t seem to care. He all but growls beneath her, his tongue slipping out and back up to circle over her clit.

She falls apart with a strangled, rasping cry, and honestly, her corset feels as if it’s the only thing keeping her together as her orgasm crashes over her. The cinch of the ribbons as her chest heaves is almost deliciously painful, a reminder of the party happening just across the hall, and part of her is relieved that they haven’t lost this. That the excitement of sneaking off, of wanting to lose herself in Steve no matter where they are, no matter who might come across them, isn’t any less intense simply because their relationship is no longer a secret.

Steve soothes her throbbing folds with soft licks as he eases her back down from her high, and it feels like hours, honestly, before she feels him reach up to wind an arm around her. He gently maneuvers them over, pulling her to the chaise as he braces himself above her, and, slowly, she blinks her eyelashes open, the edges of her vision still blurry from pleasure.

His lips and his chin are wet with her release, and she can’t quite help but lift a hand to touch it, use her thumb to spread it along his jaw.

He chuckles softly, turning to kiss her palm. “We should go back soon,” he says, sounding every bit as reluctant as she feels.

She shakes her head, grasping at his tie to pull him down, slipping her tongue against his as she kisses him. “I want you inside of me,” she whispers, and a shudder rolls down his spine as he mutters a curse, his hips jutting between her legs.

“I don’t have anything.”

“I don’t care.” She reaches up to pull her mask off, not caring as it snags on one of the dozens of pins in her hair before she tosses it to the floor. Her hands slide up to his throat, and she can feel his pulse thrumming against her thumb. “I want to feel you dripping down my leg when we walk back into that ballroom.”

He groans and kisses her like he can’t quite help himself, and she laughs against his lips, nipping at him. “What a naughty princess,” he murmurs.

“And soon, you’ll be my naughty prince,” she teases, and he’s smiling as he slants his mouth over hers, kissing her sweetly.

#romanogers #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #chanty writes #chanty's smut #royal 'verse #chanty's smut fest 2018

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bitetonysassfest · 2 years

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Beloveds! Bite Tony’s 🍑 Fest posting begins in 4 DAYS! SFW WEEK starts on January 15th, with the prompts

· Trope: Mutual Pining · Kink: Food · Dialogue: “That tickled.”

Some people might have confusion as to how to tag their fic, so here is a basic layout if you are nervous/confused/need reassurance (I will be making it as if I used all the prompts, just so people can copy/paste if they like; you do not have to fulfill all three prompts in your creative work):

This is a fill for @bitetonysassfest SFW Sunday--Trope: Mutual Pining; Kink: Food; Dialogue: “That tickled.”

Tags: #bitetonysassfest #sfw sunday #trope #kink #dialogue

Make sure you @ me so that I can see your post and make sure to reblog it to share with others! Again, you do not have to fulfill all three prompts. If you’re copy/pasting, simply leave the prompts you do use for your work and delete the rest!

And don’t forget, if you’d like to cross-post to Archive of Our Own, the collection for Bite Tony’s 🍑 Fest is here: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BITE_TONYS_ASS

Hope to see some creations soon! Happy creating!

#bite tony's ass fest #ao3

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dewitty1 · 7 years

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My one follower recommended your page lol.I see your friends with lots of cool people and writers. how do you get to do that? Did you just talk to them? Im new on tumbler and love drarry. who are your biggest followers and friends? do they follow you by asking? who is good to follow? thank!

Hello there, Anon!I'm sorry I sat on your ask for a bit the real world got in my way and I didn't get a chance to get to it, plus I was mulling over how to answer for a bit, if I'm being completely honest (which if you decide to follow me, you'll see that I always am, sometimes to the point of brutality).

One follower??? How do you only have one follower? Come out from behind anon and say hello, I won’t bite! Well, you know, unless you’re into that sort of thing *rawrrrr*

How did I become friends with writers, you ask? Well, it was difficult for me. I was a lurker in the fandom for a long time. Meaning, I just read fics, and sometimes the comments, but I never had the nerve to comment myself. I didn't really know there was fandom activity on Tumblr until a few years ago(2014-ish), when I started looking for fic recs. So, I started following a bunch of Drarry Tumblr blogs, @goldentruth813 was one of the first authors and Drarry blogs I followed. She's great. From there I just started following other blogs, and authors who left their Tumblr links in their AO3 fic notes.

But how did you get to talk to them, you ask??? Well, that's when I found out about the Drarry Discord chat from @carpemermaidtales! It's a good way for you to go and meet the authors,and other fandom people, because Tumblr is a terrible platform for actually having a conversation with people. I must warn you though,sometimes the chat can be very busy, and its hard to get a word in, and sometimes its very dead. It just really depends on your time zone, your working hours, your sleep habits, and whatnot. Also if may not be a good fit for you. It wasn't for me after a while. It can be overwhelming if you have social anxiety. Also,like any other place, it can be a bit cliquey. I don't think anyone does it on purpose. It's just how people are. Everyone is very nice, though. Hopefully me saying that out loud doesn't come back to bite me in the ass,but it probably will. 😬 Oh well, brutal honesty, right? Also, the Discord is great for you if you're working on writing yourself. They have all kinds of great helpful things there, activity rooms, production sprints, Brit picking, fest talk, beta help, and cool stuff like that. So, its a good place overall, really. Ok, biggest followers and friends-Well the friend I’ve had the longest here would be Dave, aka @pleasantlyhumongouspizza. We’ve been friends since I got on twitter in 2008 or so. He’s even on my Facebook (YIKES) so he really knows too much about me.My Tumblr daughter is @rose-grangerweasleyisbae. I scolded her about not doing homework or something on one of her drabbles, and I’ve been Tumblr Mom ever since.She’s a good daughter! And a fabulous writer! Her work is really coming along well. I’m uber proud of her, as if I were really her mom. I don’t mind being called Mom. I’m open for more youngins to come talk to me. I’ve since been adopted by a few more - @oolaan (vents to me very often. I try to give good advice.) & @chaoticbong (shes buckling down and studying hard on hiatus right now).Other good friends -Sam - @xx-thedarklord-xx Love her writing! It’s almost always fluffy. She does not do much angst or character death (like once and it STILL had a happy ending). And of course you can’t have Sam without Ren her bestie, @rmh8402, she ships Drarry, but also Frostiron (Tony Stark/Loki) so be warned, there. She works nights here in the USA so can be hard to catch if you want to talk but usually has good stuff on her blog.Then there’s one of my favorite authors @lqtraintracks, who write fab fics, usually with amazing smut, and her girlfriend, @whipmyhairlikebangbang, who shares my love of Gal Gadot, and is a fic writer herself.Can’t forget @femmequixotic & @noeeon a couple who is definitely GOALS if there ever was. Love them both! And their Erised fic last year was AMAZE! OMG! Also if you’re not reading Tales From The Special Branch Series, then what are you doing?Another power couple I love would be @camael-fanart & @skarhead. I don’t talk to them as much as I’d like, unfortunately, but you definitely need to follow them if you aren’t.If you’re not following @llap115 then you are really missing out on a good fandom friend too. Amazing art, and very supportive.Another fab friend and artist is @scarlet47. Lover her, her art rocks. Also she posts kittens, lol...Then there’s my favorite kitten (*only I can call her that though mmmkay?) @parkkate. Lovely, gorgeous, friend, that I keep curled up in my pocket, safe and warm. Oh and she writes as well, lol....My lovely Aussies- @jadepresley who was the first fic writer to follow me back and I think I screamed out loud and startled my cat. @queenofthyme who has probably the best blog, and writes lovely fluffy works as well. @henrymercury, gorgeous Hannah who sings like an angel and rocks a fantastic suit, not to mention writes some great fics. Oh and follow @fleamontpotter for hilarious comics.Follow @bixgirl1 and for great writing as well - Lemme tell you, The Claiming of Grimmauld Place - I was trying to tell my son how funny Paul was, about him eating Bertie Bott’s and calling our boys “Fruckers”, watching them shag, lol... I about died laughing and he just looked at me like I was nuts. LOL.You really can’t have Bix and not have @l0vegl0wsinthedark. It’d be like popcorn and no butter or salt. Blegh. L0ve is an awesome writer too, and has a great blog.

Okay from here I think I’ll just post other blogs I think you should follow because this post is really long, lol---

@staganddragon Love her, but we don’t talk enough anymore, and i miss her A LOT!! Same goes for @pukingpastilles @puking-pastilles. Follow @insufferable-git aka @scarheads-malfoy because Rachel is beautiful inside and out and her Draco is perfect. Follow @jesreally & @askdoratonks Because Jes is lovely and does amazing RP though we’ve never talked. If you want leftist political stuff (I DO) follow @eidheann, butshe posts other interesting things too, though if you follow me I usually just reblog her anyway, lol. Follow @magpiefngrl for more fab Drarry writing, as well as @callingdrarry and also because Gracie is hella funny, and I adore her to bits. If you like cool Aesthetic stuff as well as interesting HP rarepairs follow @untilourapathy, Gwen is fab tooo! I’ve probably left a bunch out and have made someone feel bad because I did and if so I’m sorry, but my brain is shit, because I don’t sleep. and it’s basically filled with song lyrics, and movie quotes, and other uselesstrash that nobody cares about. So anon, I REALLY hop that gives you a good idea about who to follow, because if not, then IDEKWTF to tell you, lol...

for now BUH BYE!

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sachertortes · 7 years

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Congratulations! I'd enjoy some Darcy/Tony, funny meeting at a party theme #1 If you do this, thank you sooo much. Your writing is pretty spectacular.

:D :D :D Thanks so much! Of course, I’ll try my hand at Tony x Darcy (it feels a bit wobbly to me still, but I hope you enjoy!)

Prompt: Funny meeting at a party, #1, “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me”

Pairing: Tony x Darcy

Rating: T

Notes: I gave our girl a PhD in this bc it’s in my power to do so :P *Oprah voice* you get a PhD! you get a PhD!!!

Darcy leaned against the balcony, grateful for the cool night air across the back of her neck. Stark’s parties were always amazing, but sometime around 1am she usually started to feel claustrophobic and too hot. She must be getting old.

She sipped at her candy apple martini (it was bright red, and had gold leaf on the rim because Tony Stark was the least subtle person on the planet) and listened politely as Helen Cho talked about her plans for the rest of the weekend. (Genius geneticist and an avid free climber? She was a madwoman.)

Cho was in the middle of lamenting the cost of proper rock shoes when suddenly, there was giggling from below them.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks! It is the east and Darcy is the sun!!” The man called out loudly and flung his arms dramatically to the heavens.

Helen nudged her none too gently and Darcy’s drink sloshed dangerously in its glass. “Darcy, that’s Tony Stark!”

“Oh my god,” Darcy squeaked as Helen threw her head back and cackled with laughter “What in the world is he doing? How does he even know – ”

“The very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly into your service!” Tony yelled. His tie was loosened, and he was grinning up at her. Bruce Banner stood next to him, pinching the bridge of nose and trying desperately to blend in with a topiary.

“He’s mixing up the plays,” Darcy said, one hand on her hip.

“That’s what you’re getting from this?!” asked Helen incredulously.

She handed her drink off to Helen, then leaned over the railing.

“How drunk are you, Stark?”

“Rude! I was in the middle of a solil – a solay – I was in the middle of wooing the beautiful scientist!”

Darcy rolled her eyes.

Wooing.

Apparently she was being wooed. By Tony Stark of all people.

Okay, so she wasn’t completely immune.

Tony Stark was hot. He was confident. He also had like, a million advanced degrees and Darcy, herself the recent recipient of a PhD, was a person who’d quite inadvertently surrounded herself with geniuses of all disciplines.

Smart was sexy as hell.

But she also knew that Stark’s penchant for going through women like…well, a playboy billionaire, was legendary.

She was understandably cautious.

“So whaddaya say, Lewis?” Tony called out again. “You, me, dinner? Or you, me, Italy? I can have the jet ready tomorrow. Sunbathing on the Amalfi coast, baby!”

“Sleep it off, Romeo!” she yelled back, even as her martini-addled brain was coming up with interesting new ways to break public indecency laws on the beach with Tony. She told her brain to shut up and dragged a pouting Helen back inside.

On Monday morning, Darcy shuffled blearily into the lab before her morning coffee no less, to find a giant unicorn on her desk.

It was pink. Its horn was a glittery purple. It smiled manically at her with big shiny eyes.

“What – ”

“Tony,” Bruce finished for her distractedly, while swiping his way through a holo-screen littered with equations. How he could do advanced mathematics before 9am would always be a mystery to her.

Darcy groaned and picked up the phone.

He answered after the first ring.

“Do you like it?” he asked, sounding a bit breathless.

There was grunting in the background, the sound of machines whirring. Morning workout then. She scrunched her nose. At least she hoped it was a morning workout.

“Stark – ”

“Tony.”

“Tony. Why is there a giant mythological creature on my desk? Before I’ve had my coffee?”

“You don’t like him? His name is Periwinkle. He told me he likes rainbows, and sparkles, and says there’s a reservation waiting for us at Pearl at 7 this Friday if you’re up for it. He says to wear those heels that do that thing that make your ass look – ”

“Tony!”

“Yes, darling,” he purred.

“I am not your darling. No thanks to the dinner.”

“Huh. …And the unicorn?”

She paused. “I’m keeping it,” she said, and hung up on him.

“Is Tony trying to ask you out again?” Bruce asked, a small smile playing on his face.

Darcy shrugged, and ran her fingers through the Perwinkle’s hot pink mane. “I guess.”

“He went straight to the stuffed animals. He likes you a lot.”

“He likes the chase a lot. He likes buying stuff a lot. Jury’s out on whether he actually likes the sarcastic lady who yells at him sometimes.” She took the unicorn off her desk, and petted it a little sadly. “You men are so weird,” she said as Bruce went back to his work, completely oblivious. “I wish Janey was here.”

On Thursday afternoon, there were a shit ton of flowers waiting for her in her apartment.

“Whaaat the fuck,” Darcy stated as she took in the lilies and orchids and roses that were on her sofa, on every surface in her kitchen, the garland (an actual garland!) strung over the doorway to her bedroom. It was as if Tony watched that one scene from The Great Gatsby movie, shrugged, and said, ‘I could do better.’

Tony himself was standing in her living room, holding one single white orchid, smiling hopefully.

He gestured at his surroundings proudly.

“You keep buying things,” she said, simply. “And you broke into my apartment.”

Tony raised one shoulder. “I’m good at buying things. And you keep your key under your doormat.”

“You can be good at other stuff.”

“I’m good at that too,” Tony said waggling his brows.

“So I’ve heard,” Darcy said with a bit more bitterness than she wanted to. Tony’s features softened, and he was no longer leering. She sighed, moved a bouquet of white roses out of the way, and sat down heavily onto her couch motioning for him to join her.

“Actual romance,” she said, after he sat down next to her. “Romance you can’t buy.”

Tony smiled with a gleam in his eyes. She knew that gleam. That was his ‘Challenge Accepted’ gleam.

Oh no.

That Friday, Tony gawped at her.

“I’m sorry, did I hear you correctly? Did you say that you want to drive into Manhattan? On a Friday before a holiday?”

Darcy shrugged. “Not drive. I’m taking the bus.”

Tony made a face like she just suggested he run Windows Vista in his suits. “That’s it. Get your stuff, and meet me in the garage in five.”

For that entire afternoon, Tony gamely followed her around no less than four used book stores and even accompanied her to Zabar’s when she decided that what people really needed at the facility were black and white cookies. No small feat considering the holiday crowds.

Finally, laden down with bags of old books and treats, Darcy called for a break.

“Let’s get something to eat,” she said to Tony, who had seen her purchase of The Long Goodbye and was idly flipping through it in the middle of the cheese section, much to the annoyance of other shoppers.

“Thank god. I’m starving, I’ll just call – ”

“No, no fancy places with reservations. Just…follow me,” Darcy said and took the box of cookies from Tony before he could eat them all.

A bit later, they were sitting on a bench in Riverside Park eating hot dogs. Tony had a spot of mustard at the corner of his mouth.

“You’ve got a…here.” Darcy reached over and swiped at the spot with her thumb, then licked it off her finger.

Tony grinned. “So.” He looked at her with barely contained mirth. “Aren’t we just the cutest – “

Darcy sighed. “Don’t ruin the moment, Tony.”

“Who me? I’d never. I was trying to say that we make a good team. Why, what’d you think I was doing?”

Darcy rolled her eyes but smiled anyways. She nudged the toe of her red Converse to his Oxford. He winked at her then took another bite of his hot dog.

Sunday night, Darcy walked into her apartment to find that it was already occupied.

She was ready to scream at the intruder but then she saw the familiar scarf and the familiar face beneath the knit hat.

“Jane!” Darcy yelled and flung herself into her best friend’s arms. Jane hugged her back, laughing, tightening her arms around the other girl.

“Surprise!” Jane said, voice slightly muffled by Darcy’s hair.

A soft cough alerted Darcy to Tony’s presence. He stood off to the side, hands in his pockets, watching with a pleased look on his face.

“You’ve brought me Jane?!” Darcy grinned.

Jane smiled into the fabric of Darcy’s sweater. She pulled back, flicking Darcy’s nose gently.

“Hey! I brought myself. The conference was a bust anyways. Boring and totally, as you’d say, a sausage fest. Tony did call me and offered to fly me back though.”

“I didn’t pay for it!” Tony interjected, before Darcy could say anything. “I used my frequent flyer miles.”

“You have frequent flyer miles?” Darcy asked.

“I got to sit in First Class. My god, the leg room,” breathed Jane happily. “And they gave me champagne and cookies!”

Tony shuffled a bit, looking as unsure as she’d ever seen him and said, “Alright, Lewis, I’m going crazy here. Did I pass or –“

So Darcy just walked up to Tony Stark and planted one on him. Not to be outdone, Tony kissed her back just as fiercely, grinning all the while and winding an arm about her waist. He was doing things with his tongue that made her feel like her hairs were standing on end.

Vaguely, over the buzzing in her veins, Darcy heard Jane’s voice. “Um. Did I miss something? And why do have so many flowers in here?”

#tony x darcy #irontaser #darcyland #darcy lewis #irontaser fic #prompt fill #sachertortes fic

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 15

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TW/SUMMARY: Is bad humour a trigger? Cards against humanity. Loki in the wild. Chaotic Tony, chaotic Reader. Team bonding, a gag chapter lmao

My beta is babey 🥺 @miscmarvelwritings

If someone had bothered to ask me what kind of relationship I had with Tony, it would've made my brain glitch. In the weeks we spent fucking, sciencing and hanging out with the Avengers, it never once crossed my mind. We had fun and it was easy. Unlike both of our lives, it didn't require much mental energy for us to get what we wanted from each other. For me, it was easier to ignore my skin aching for Tony when he was already spending so much time on me. I wasn't sure if it would ever be enough, really, so taking exactly as much as he was giving was my best bet.

We built things in his workshop with Pete by our side and it wasn't awkward. The spiderling said he was happy as long as we were happy and didn't mind it too much when Tony got handsy. The man had at least some morals and stuck to kisses, ass-slaps and lewd comments which made Peter snort and fake-retch sure, yet the boy never displayed any real discomfort. It was endearing. He really became the little brother I never thought I would have.

The sex was fantastic, to say the least. We fucked on just about every flat surface on the residential floors. Steve caught us once, although I am almost hundred percent sure Tony staged it all on purpose. The good Captain didn't even blush, instead just silently closed the door behind him as I stared in his face, gripping Tony's head with my thighs.

The weather grew dreary yet both of my parents still stayed out of New York. Mother went back to Canada and dad continued his never-ending party on the West Coast, conquering California and living his best life. My house was dark and cold, and I started hanging around the tower more often than ever. If I wasn't with Tony, I was busy catching up Wanda and Bucky on pop culture, teaching Thor how to bake cakes and doing other meaningless, domestic stuff. The Avengers tower bustled with life at all hours and there always was someone...

I never felt lonely. It was such an unusual experience. Comfort and reassurance was always one room away. Be it Thor with his gratuitous amount of physical affection or his brother's incredibly witty, dark humor, I never had to stay one-on-one with my thoughts for too long.

Personally witnessing Bruce's coming out of his shell was the highlight of my life, no lie. I was so used to the quiet, mousy Banner that my brain refused to acknowledge his amazing sense of humour at first; I wasn't sure if he was joking or ... Or what? Truth to be told, Brucie-bear was as snarky as Tony,Loki and Stephen. The sorcerer had started visiting more often too, under the guise of tutoring Wanda, but all of us saw the way he lingered in the communal areas after their study time came to an end.

If loneliness was a sickness then the tower's inhabitants and frequent visitors were beginning their recovery journey.

"Have you guys heard about Cards Against Humanity?" I asked one evening once the movie credits began rolling. Wanda was squished into my side with her legs in her brother's lap; Clint laying atop both siblings like the trash bag that he was. And I meant it fondly.

On the other side of me, I had Bucky and Loki, who had begun to discuss their respective collections of sharp and pointy things once they deemed the movie lacked action. Legally Blonde and action, did they really think..? Nevermind.

"Yes, and if you're offering, the answer is yes," Clint mumbled, reaching for his second pack of Cheetos.

We gathered in a circle as I brought the shoebox that had the original deck plus a couple of expansions. This was beginning to look interesting. "So, I have the special Avengers edition right there..."

"Say no more," Clint even abandoned his snacks. "But I'mma put on the episode of Lucifer I missed. Multitasking," He winked, wrestling the remote from Pietro. We waited patiently as they finished the obligatory round of horsing before settling down for the game.

I explained the rules of the game, choosing to disregard Loki's scoffing and Wanda's doubt about the quality of the humor in the game. We played a few rounds with me explaining some of the deeper pop culture references. At a point where all of us were engrossed, laughing and poking fun at each other, more of the Avengers parked themselves on the couch.

Stephen, Tony and Bruce evidently had been sciencing, all three men having had their safety goggles perched forgotten atop their heads. Sam, Natasha and Steve - probably sparring. All three of them brought the smell of soap and laundry detergent to the room. All of the newcomers observed us with mild interest, periodically glance at the TV.

It was Wanda's turn to be the card Czar. I had to take a moment to finish my last giggling fit.

"Okay, the white card goes..." She paused dramatically. "I never truly understood blank until I encountered blank." With that, she poked the timer app on her phone. The sixty second countdown began.

I did a quick inventory check. Then I snorted. I had to quickly stuff two knuckles in my mouth, biting down, to attempt to silence the hysterical fit of laughter I was on the brink of. Loki was definitely going to stab me but the opportunity was too good to pass. No fear, we die like men.

"Ooh, she's got something," Clint teased, having noticed my shaking shoulders.

The timer beeped. Naturally, Loki went first. He wore a mildly disgusted smirk. "I never truly understood parting the red sea until I encountered third base," The trickster caved and began chuckling.

Somewhere behind me, Sam and Tony began cackling while Stephen and Steve groaned loudly in mild distaste.

"Press F to pay respects," Pietro clapped Loki on the shoulder with a sympathetic chuff. "I raise you - I never truly understood licking things to claim as your own until I encountered the clitoris," The young avenger struggled through laughter, followed by everyone else this time.

"That's a keeper, ladies," Sam's rich baritone quipped.

I laughed along, inwardly preparing for the inevitable. "Yikes," I whispered, side-eyeing Loki. "I never truly understood daddy issues..." I trailed off, hearing Bucky and Steve beginning to tease Tony. "... Until I encountered Loki, the trickster God."

The room drowned in a sea of laughter, Tony and Clint busting a gut so hard they fell over. Said trickster God was less than amused, however, glaring in my direction with the force of a pissed off bee swarm.

"Ow, that's cold, Princess, that's just cold," Clint squeezed out.

"Loki," I abandoned my stack of cards, crawling over Pietro and Bucky on all fours, settling prettily on my knees in front of Loki. Making my very best puppy eyes. "I love you, with all my cold black heart. And you're technically the patron saint of fun and shit, so that means you must approve of this very clever joke," I pouted, batting my eyelashes.

"Baby girl, I think you're laying it on too thick," Tony gasped, slumping on the couch, holding his sides. Everyone kept laughing, now at my feeble attempt at placating the upset Loki.

Who, by the way, looked a bit spooked. Subtly but surely, the raven-haired Asgardian leaned away from me.

"Don't be mad, I'm too cute to be mad at," I finally snorted, pat-pat-patting him on the shoulder. "It's okay, you can join my club. We have hot old dudes and cookies."

That broke it. First, the corner of his mouth twitched. Then, Loki looked away. I saw the storm before it crashed; with a weird noise of his own and his cheeks puffed out, Loki joined in on the shit-fest, howling full volume and doubling over. I followed suit, until all of us were writhing around on the floor. We'd stop and then someone would make another remark and it would go into another round again.

"Menace," Loki scoffed at me, smiling. "And for the record, the hottest old dude, as you put it, would be me." That said, he went back to calmly waiting for his next turn. "I'm about a thousand years old."

"Thor's older," Bruce noted thoughtfully.

Loki scoffed. "That man cannot chew with his mouth shut. If that's considered attractive, I'm leaving this forsaken planet."

That struck a thought within me. One that was brewing a long time, to be honest. "Thor is the god of himbos," I said with the same tone as "Eureka!".

"Shit, you're right," Sam exclaimed, following with another, weaker fit of laughter meanwhile Bruce had to be the one explaining the term to the poor, poor, clueless members of the Avengers.

I need to find a way to award them some kind of points for learning the gen-z lingo. "Patrick" stars maybe, since they lived under a fucking rock?

"Princess, never a boring day with you around. You don't half-ass this shit," Tony's warmth reached me as he shuffled around on the couch, sitting directly behind me. I leaned my back against his legs.

"I'm not a clown," I shot back. Tony stiffened. Dramatically flailing my hand I announced: "I am the whole god-damn circus!"

As the game progressed, we found out that Clint was That Guy - meaning, the dude every CAH group had, the one who grossly overused the "Bees?!" card and made Star Wars references whenever humanly possible. The only even slightly funny joke was about a lightsaber up the ass, in the end all of us finding out that Bucky knew a little too much about modern sex toys - "Hey, I saw one on Amazon, I'll send you the link, Birdman" - to Steve's open-mouthed horror.

What Loki lacked in references he made up in wit. The play on "During sex, I like to think about genetically engineered supersoldiers" had Bucky scrambling to switch places with Wanda whilst Loki himself was attempting to shoot bedroom eyes at Steve. It was a mess.

Bucky's own play had Steve abandon all pretense at being in any way appropriate as he struggled for air. "The Avengers new rules prohibit using Mjölnir as a dildo." Me and Tony became somewhat of a messy guffawing octopus of limbs for a moment after the super-soldier said it.

"Don't. Tell. Thor!" Strange gritted out, hiding his laughter behind a palm, uncharacteristically having lost his stuffy attitude. By god's will the man was attractive when he smiled.

As time ticked, each one of the starting players had attracted a newcomer. There weren't enough cards for everyone to play (Tony had, of course, ordered additional ones but they wouldn't arrive until the next day) so people kind of whispered and pointed at what they thought would fit.

Natasha conspired with Wanda, Sam went to his bird-bro, Bruce was forcefully dragged by Bucky to his side. Surprisingly, Steve teamed up with Loki which made Pietro stick his nose up in the air and promptly declare he needed no backup.

I already had Tony on my side. The genius wasn't of much help, however, he simply annoyed me out of my skull by randomly giggling and making immature jokes. It should've alarmed me that Stephen was eager to join me and Tony - usually he just butted heads with anyone who had any opinion whatsoever.

I was left bewildered upon discovering the wizard liked drama as much as the Kardashian clan and was quite competitive at causing the most shit.

My clown crown felt threatened.

"This one," Tony poked at a card in my hand.

"If you think that's funny, your intellect is obviously overestimated." Stephen dismissively waved a hand. "This one," It was unmistakable whom the trembling finger belonged to. It pointed at a card on the other side.

"Wizards are just hilarious," Tony seeped sarcasm.

"Try me, Beyonce," Stephen murmured darkly.

That was just background noise to me. I had all my undivided attention on the TV, my last two functioning brain cells focused on the scene unfolding right in front of me. The Lucifer episode, the devil and his insatiable thirst for honey. The timer buzzed but I was still drawn towards Tom Ellis dipping two of his fingers first in the honeypot, then in his mouth, all the while looking like a damn snack himself. Illegal. I've never simped so hard for a fictional character.

A golden glow snatched a card out of my grasp, levitating it.

"Girl, what the hell?" Wanda saw my face and attempted to revert me back to earth. "Someone turn off the TV, there's not enough water in the tower to quench her thirst."

"Hey, did you two just - don't ignore me!" Tony whined, managing to tug on my hair and attempt to reach for the card now held in Stephen's grasp, simultaneously.

"I don't blame her," Clint mused. "That right there is one very fine dude."

I shook my head, clearing any untoward thoughts. Focus. "First of all, Bird, you're a dude. That there," I pointed up at the TV. "Is a man. A Man." I emphasised, getting a jealous poke in the back from Tony. "Second of all..." I turned towards Stephen. "The quaffle, the snitch and the AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH!" The last of my sentence was pitched. The sorcerer had raised his arm, clutching the card, and I struggled to reach it.

"What... What did you just say?" Stephen was laughing, not at all phased by me climbing him like a tree to take hold of what's mine. Tony was actively helping - or, trying to. One-handed. The other hand attempted to snatch the rest of the cards from my grasp.

"And that's an F on teamwork," Bucky's sarcasm was complemented by Steve's famous Captain America Is Disappointed In You look.

"Uhh... Guys? What's going on?" Peter's timid voice leaked confusion.

"Hello, friends," Thor boomed, drowning out the boy's questioning noises.

"We're playing a game. Cards Against Humanity."

Wordlessly, Peter towed Thor along with him to find a spot amongst us. And even if Thor didn't get any of the references, he still was good fun. His laugh was infectious. The way he cheered for every winner was incredibly wholesome. Golden space puppy. The urge to immediately pet Thor and give him endless pop-tarts was strong in me.

Loki was one dramatic, vengeful bitch. "Women get turned on by the Devil himself"? I was ready to throw hands with the trickster. Everybody's laughter drowned out any cursing I might or might have not directed towards Loki who looked far too satisfied with himself. I was going to substitute the sugar for his tea with salt one day, mark my words.

I wouldn't admit it over my dead body, but the way he got back at me for the daddy issues joke was kinda funny. Okay, very funny. It was fucking hilarious. I admire a clever man.

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THE INCREDIBLE HULK

It’s not really The Incredible Hulk’s fault that it isn’t incredible – it’s the only MCU movie to ever not be made in the warm, quippy embrace of Iron Man’s template, and as such it’s just a bog-standard identity-free mid-2000s superheroer, one of the Affleck-Daredevil, Fart-tastic Four cheap-and-cheerful-fests that the MCU would largely consign to history. It has the Hulk using a car as a pair of boxing gloves, but that’s about it.

It does play as a fascinating other-world example of an MCU that shoved this out first and failed after three movies though. Writer Zak Penn crapped out the first draft of Avengers that Joss Whedon burnt, smoked and re-wrote, and he was re-done here too, by an Ed Norton given creative controls the fledgling studio would soon only grant to artists who knew what they were doing. Norton, who is frequently a very, very good actor, is not great at re-writing scripts. The dialogue��s flat, the story’s a bog-standard trudge of quiet and loud bits. Worse still Norton’s performance never quite nails Banner as an interesting character; while Mark Ruffalo plays him as a nervy puppy trying hard not to bite your finger Norton only manages a windswept tragic nobility, fine but never fun, the polar opposite for an audience giddlily ready for another Tony Stark. The whole thing’s a series of stuff that Iron Man threw out the window; an old-ass, overbearing soundtrack, endless mooning and moping , enough oppressive Matrix rain to make you think it’s Thorshadowing. While it’s not the worst movie ever made in isolation (it does have the Incredible Hulk in it a bit, and there’s a nice inclination to ground him in a real place in the Brazil bits early on) it’s only really worth a watch nowadays to see how good Marvel became after it. Early on they were masters at working with constraints, be it characters that no one cared about or budgets that didn’t really explode until the Disney buy-out, and the way they’ve used the Hulk since is maybe the smartest of all. Because of Universal owning the rights to a solo greenskin movie they’ve just dumped him into Avengers afterwards, upping his character design to a charming massively-eyebrowed cartoon and deploying him like an entertainment bomb in small doses, or using him to highlight what an utter fuckbomb threat Thanos is in Infinity War. He’s fun now, because everything after Iron Man was fun. That’s their mantra. Fun, fun, fun. The Incredible Hulk is the only one that isn’t. But it didn’t know. It’s not so much a mis-step as… I don’t know, a placenta or something, to Iron Man’s bouncing arc reactor powered baby. The Abomination looks a bit like a giant grinning placenta. There’s definitely some film criticism here somewhere just like there’s something under nearly two hours of Liv Tyler whispering ‘broooce’ and Ed Norton crying every five minutes. You can skip it. The next one’s fuckin’ nuts.

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6/25/17, 5:30am - idk

Another long two weeks on the books. I really like this update schedule, it’s like just long enough that I don’t forget everything that happened lol.

I had a really weird dream sometime this week. It was kind of amazing, so I feel like writing about it for a sec. I was on some like cobblestoney/brickey kind of streets. A little bit Doctor Who London meets Chapel Hill I suppose, and all around me people were starting to riot. I think it was a feminist riot like I had encouraged Cullen to do months ago, and people were starting to shoot at each other. I was like duck this and took off running, but as I made my way down these outdoor escalators by a target I got scooped up by a group of five girls. Each of them grabbed a hold of one of my limbs and held me down and the last had a bat and was ready to smash my junk to pieces. I was like crying or something screaming not to hit my balls because they were still fragile lmao. When all seemed lost and I was about to take a beating one of the girls got bit by a fucking zombie on the neck and started gushing blood. All the girls freaked and I knew it was my time to get the fuck out of there so I bolted like hell. I ended up finding a laundromat tucked into a corner of this outdoor mall and so I decided to build myself a barricade there. I let in a little girl and her family, and they helped me move the washers and dryers, stacking them up (I guess I was superhuman or they weighed like nothing) to build a giant barricade at the entrance. We were safe from the zombies for a while, but some government agency started taking them down outside. What looked like an enormous leech made its way inside, and I held it up to see that it had a big mouth and teeth in the center of its belly. One of the zombies tried to make a big enough crack in the washers to get in, and I held up the leech who ate the zombie whole. But the government or somebody was trying to get us to come out of our hiding spot, saying they only needed one of us. When the family decided they were going to get rid of me because they didn’t know me I decided that this was bullshit because it was MY hiding spot, and furiously threw the leech out of the place. It landed in the middle of a small platoon of guys and exploded, turning them all into zombies. Then I was like holy shit this got even weirder and I woke up lol.

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So anyway, Sunday I managed to get a nap in before heading out to pick up frankie. we talked for a while while fonzi was getting ready and all headed out to this food truck rodeo. We had some of the most delicious shit. Not gonna elaborate too much, but there were these pork belly bun sandwiches that exploded with a crackling of meat flavor and rounded with the savoryness of the fat in every bite. Holy shit I could eat them like every day of my life lol. We spent a good couple hours there, started doing this meme where Fonzi decided that Frankie looked like a celebrity from new york because her hair is all blonde too now. Since Sean and Angel didn’t come to meet us, we decided to hang out at angel’s for a bit. Just chilled and talked for a while while we deliberated whether or not to go swimming. When we finally decided to it was sunset, so his pool was closed, and then we tried to go to my pool but it was padlocked. Pretty damn disappointing, but we walked around catching fireflies and listening to music, which was nice. I took frankie home, but missed a turn and then a road was closed so we ended up detouring through chapel hill, and I decided we needed to stop and take a walk through the arboretum. Ended up going to one of the little grassy openings and in this big oak(?) tree up above us the fireflies must have been mating. In that particular tree they lit up every couple of seconds, making it sparkle in the night. There were so many fireflies that it was like a constant twinkling, like moving christmas light strung up between the leaves. It was beautiful. But not romantic in any sense unfortunately. lmfaooo she called me out asking if I was going to try to make out with her while we walked into the garden and I tried to play it off coyly like “who me? You were the one who kissed me last I remember.” and she had forgotten about this time that I may have actually imagined in my head so who fucking knows. The long and short of it is it seems like there isn’t an ounce of me that she’s attracted to. So that might work really well if I randomly decide to take her up on her aloof offer to move in with her in Boston one day. Who knows. I stll don’t know what I want to do.

Mon - work. Tony told me at the last minute I wouldn’t have patients that weekend, so I had to work mon and weds and take a hit on tuesday to follow through on my date with Katy

Tuesday I kicked some fucking assssss in doubles. Carried my buddy Will hard to get some experience for BMR. And Katy came after she got off work! I got to introduce her to ashleigh, it was sick. I was so fucking happy to have her there and so excited to get laid and so tired from burning out from doubles that I got demolished in singles and took off. Butttt unfortunately katy wasn’t feeling well so she fell asleep on me like Immediately when we got home. Was nice cuddling up with her though. Was torn for a while because I felt like I should be trying to hang out with Ashleigh and Aaron instead. Decided not to because she wasn’t feeling well and I should try to make her feel better because I’m a sappy fuck.

weds - work

thurs - had another really low key day with Katy. kinda just hung out until she got off work and then we just slept again. Bleh.

Luckily since I got the weekend off, it left me free to see Tony and Morgan for their birthday!! It was a fucking awesome weekend, showed up just in time friday night to smoke and go to dinner with everybody. Everybody fucking cheered when I came in the door, it’s like nothing ever changes with us I love all of em so much. Finally got to meet Tony and Morgan’s S.O.’s, and I like them both a lot. Once we were all a little stoned and being a little awk Laura made this hilarious offhand remark “ok, welcome to the conference. These are your friends.” that both became a great in-joke and also made me feel less terrible for being socially inept when I got high as balls for the first time in forever lmfao. Dinner was insanely good, we got like a whole bunch of small dishes at this place Pasteur or something, ate family style and got to try so many different dishes. I remember steak tar tar and this rib that was like eating caveman bacon on a stick being incredible. Also fried pickles and all sorts of stuff. Had a couple beers there, went to a bar and bought tony a tequila shot, got home, pulled the liquor out of my car and everybody got toootally fucking wasted. I don’t remember all that much, a little bit of a nostalgia fest with Alex for a while. Tony made the clutchest move ever ordering us a pizza super late in the night. But not too much later after gorging myself I puked my guts out and crashed on an air mattress with Erica lol. Was probably drunk enough that I might have tried to make moves otherwise, even though she has a bf now apparently you know me -_- . She’s lookin suppper fit nowadays. I think she’s still uniquely the only girl I’ve rejected in my life. Back when I was just a pure little kid and didn’t want to do anything sexual without it being special yet. Fuckin weird typing that now lol it doesn’t sound like me at all.

Saturday was river day, bought some beer and hiked with it about a mile to this river and spent most of the day there smoking drinking and chatting. It was fucking gorgeous out there, and everyone looked great together laying around on this rock. Got to know Dana and her gf much better, and tony’s gf. I think I drank like 5 or 6 beers floating around in the river, it was a lot of fun trying to ford across (it had poured that morning so the water was flowing pretty fast) without spilling any beers lol. Towards the end of us hanging out in the lake me and Laura floated around in this raft morgan had brought, and alex was reeling us in and casting us back out again like he was our dad. Such an excellent day. Until then I hadn’t told anyone about my vasectomy because I didn’t want to take attention away from everyone else, seeing how it had become such a talking piece on our family vacation and how much of my conversation with frankie had revolved around it. But I mentioned it in the river and said that it was because once I found out it was reversible I felt like the onus of birth control shouldn’t be put on the woman. Everyone was just like “huh wow that’s fucking awesome I totally agree,” and I like swam away for a bit instead of discussing it further. But when we were hiking back up to our cars Mike told me “yknow you might’ve started like a revolution back there with the vasectomy thing.” I was pretty fucking drunk and a little high so I honestly wondered if he was just fucking with me for a second, but I really appreciate that he said that after all the shit I got from my family. So that was a long ass afternoon of being out in the sun, and everyone got exhausted and fought to stay up but seemed like after we got back at some point everyone took a turn of getting too high and getting zonked out on the couch. I took a nap in Tony’s bed until his dad got there and got to see him for a bit. More great food was cooked, but I felt bad that I was so tired because I kinda wanted to rage again, especially since some new people came to hang that night, but not people that I knew. As a present Tony got the fire pit from their old house, and it was really neat to have another fire and sit around it with everyone. Sunday Tony and Morgan and some people cooked an enormous breakfast for everyone. Hung out with Mike and Erica and all talked about how good we look now lol. Eventually we said our goodbyes, I stuck around after everyone had left to chill with Mike and Tony for a while because I had nothing to do back at home. Katy decided she didn’t want to chill. I had waited on my dad for a long time to see him for lunch and so I didn’t smoke too much but got a little inebriated and watched nearly a whole season of Silicon Valley with Mike and Tony and his gf and Mary. Sun - came back at 4, got home at 7, idr that night. Mon - Stayed up until like 6am watching Doctor Who, had to go to chapel hill for a JKCF function at 9, barely slept at all but met some new cooke friends so that was cool. Went to raleigh w/ will to play melee, got suuuper fucked. Went 0-2 in singles AND doubles, the worst placing I’ve had in... well ever, but it’s been months since I’ve had one that bad. Tues - Had a redemption tournament at Geeksboro. Got second place, actually won a little money. Disappointed that I threw away a few games that might’ve given me first but had a lot of fun. Katy told me she was sick that morning, and since she had been no fun to hang out with the last week and she bailed on our plans for Sunday and that day I decided to break things off with her. She was confused and hurt, of course, but I was just like “this is bullshit you’re treating me like I’m not a friend” and we hashed things out about her worrying about me having too strong feelings and that we’d just be friends who have sex and watch cartoons and stuff. So we’ve still been snapping every day but I still haven’t seen her in a while. I’m glad we’re still friends though, I was feeling helllla fucking self conscious for a hot minute.

Weds - I hung out watching Doctor Who most of the day, but went out to the bar Ashleigh was working to hang out for a while. She introduced me to her friend who was kinda plastered and seemed like she was leaning for a kiss on our introductory hug. So I was like woooooooh baby I love gboro people I can’t believe I have to play catchup at fucking 11pm lmao. Chugged a few free beers for this Shocktop promotion, and since I hadn’t eaten anything I got just tipsy enough that I could flirt with her without feeling like a Total asshole. We were chatting about some music and stuff, went inside and danced for the tiniest bit, and then she basically kissed me three times. Nothing egregious or any tongue or anything because I was still wary of her being a little off her ass, but I realized I got a text from ashleigh saying “come talk to me.” I was like “oh what’s up?” and she said “well it doesn’t matter now, it’s just that she’s married, they’re in a rough spot but I didn’t realize it was That rough.” ha haaaaaaaaaaa goddamn just my luck lol. She ended up puking on the side of the bar, I made better friends of a few of the regulars and played pool with them, I hung out with Aaron when he showed up at the end of the night and got to hear about the drama between him and his old roommate, and I sang a bunch of karaoke. Another fucking wonderful night, fshoooo. Got a philly cheesesteak and passed out, was super hungover the next morning lmao.

Thurs - got off work early story of that girl that I posted Fri - work, getting ready for bmr, finally got my spare setup in the office at work I’m so fucking happy it doesn’t make enough noise that it disturbs the patients. I’m gonna be a god one day lolol.

Also just as a benchmark I’m 4 episodes into season 8 of doctor who now. Comin along nicely. Def the hardest I’ve binged on a show in a longggggggg time.

OH and last I learned how to solder on weds. Finally did the work on that controller mod and it fucking brokkkkeee kinda tragic, I had to throw out the guts of the controller that I learned to play the game on. I thought I was going to be fucked for a while, but luckily Will had my back and lent me one of his spares that works even better than the one I had before. Might have actually been lucky as fuck despite being out $50 on the microchips and soldering kit lmao.

Anyway my life is amazing, I’ve been doing personal finance numbers in my head a lot but I think that’s because I’m just reassuring myself that I don’t have to worry about money much anymore. Eating well, still not doing much french fries, trying to quit soda. Started doing pushups+situps+pullups before my showers, so maybe I’ll be a little fitter, even. Life’s pretty great. So fucking excited for BMR2 next weekend, hopefully I’m gonna kick some ass. Gonna be a muchhh nerdier update next time I get on here lol.

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