#tony: do not produce yourself there. i did try to explain to him that couple days ago

[thesupreme316]

i’m back! how would aew boys react to reader having a bianca moment she has a mystery opponent they come out and beat her in a couple seconds https://youtu.be/XvblHAfgCwo

i’m bad at explaining if you can can you add Kenny Omega

AEW Stars React: You Losing Your Championship Within a Minute

Pairings: MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Darius Martin x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader, Daniel Garcia x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Supreme Speaks: thanks to @cassie0sstuff for requesting this (i always love your requests). I still have a lot of requests so Imma try my best to release 2 or 3 things tomorrow. umm thanks for supporting me and reading my crazy thoughs. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: "mature language", mentions of bribery and my sugar daddy Christian Cage

Taglist (if yall wanna join, lemme know): @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @cassie0sstuff @hookerforhook @eddie-kingstons-wifey @triscillal @sheinthatfandom

Even though you can click on this link, imma elaborate:

After what happened, you sat up in the ring in disbelief

You were mad at the lack of communication, mad at the unwanted surprise

But you were mainly mad at yourself for not seeing this earlier

You were just overall really upset at the entire situation

But if you were feeling this way, imagine how your significant other/best friend felt…

Kenny Omega

THIS MAN WOULD FEEL SOME TYPE OF WAY

Immediately asks who signed off on this and who didn’t tell you

“I swear to god that I didn’t know. But whoever did, better pray that I don’t kick their ass.”

Is upset that this decision was made without his input

Would def be heartbroken after seeing your pouting face

Immediately hugs you telling you that he’s sorry and that you’ll get your rematch soon

After comforting you, he goes into executive producer mode and tries to figure out how to give you a decent rematch where everything makes sense and has meaning

Promises you that you’ll get the match that you deserve (might fight Tony tbh…me too, I wanna fight Tony)

Eddie Kingston

It took everything in him not to run out to the ring and kick your opponent’s ass

But he didn’t…instead he linked everything back to his enemies

I think he would see this situation as people trying to hurt him through you (or you paying for his words/actions)

“Doll, I’m sorry that some people are literally out to get you for stupid shit. But I promise that I will help you get your championship back.”

Immediately hugs you while you try to calm down

Just like any situation where you are in danger/or upset, he’ll take this very personally

Will help you in your rematch by any means

Shit..because Eddie is a ride or die, he might put his title on the line for yours

Darius Martin

BABY BOY IS DISTRAUGHT FOR YOU

Runs down to the ring and comforts you while you look on in disbelief

He hugs you, whispers sweet comforting words to you

Promises that you will become champion again

“Listen, they don’t deserve it. But you do and because of that, you will become champion again.”

Hypes you up and is glad to be a part of your revenge plan

Does anything you ask, as long as he’s helping

Is ringside for your rematch and stops other people from interfering with your match

Daniel Garcia

So….SINCE THIS MAN IS FREE FROM THE SHACKLES AND CHAINS OF THE JAS

He has found his humility

After making sure you’re okay, he tries to go after them; but you stop him out of exhaustion

Now, he’s concerned about making sure your mental health is okay (as this is nerve-wracking)

Mans gets on the mic a week later ripping into your opponents in your absence

“Y/N made that championship, not the other way around. She didn’t need to be a whining, cowardly bitch to get it.”

I think Daniel would try his best to help you get inside of your opponent’s head (one good thing he learned from the JAS)

Will post on social media your merch, promos, and pictures (especially when your opponent posts something else)

“Anyways, stan Y/N”

Christian Cage

He’s suing everyone in sight (my hero)

Your opponent? Sued. The referee? sued. Tony Kahn? He is now in debt to Christian.

I think he would use his smart and manipulation tactics to really get the championship

You didn’t even have to ask him, he just did it for you

“Don’t worry sweetheart, everything is gonna be alright.”

Makes your opponent sign a contract that is in your huge favor

Then makes Luchasuarus choke slam them; you cover them (all within 5 seconds)

You win and now you and Christian roam around the locker room flaunting your championships

Hook

Hook mad? No, no, no. Mans is pissed

I think this along with what’s happening with Jack Perry has really sent him over the rails

He’s kicking everyone in sight, slapping people, throwing the security over the barricade

Tries to suplex your opponent but Jack stops him (which leads to a chase around the arena)

“That bastard can’t run for long. And your coward for an opponent won’t be able to defend that championship when we’re done with them.”

This leads to a tag match between you/Hook vs. your opponent/Jack

You got your lick back (best believe it)

You and Hook won your titles back within a match (a first in AEW history)

Ricky Starks

Mans in disbelief

Someone shut his mouth before he catches flies (god forbid he’s in his heel era cause everyone would be flamed)

I think he would be genuinely pissed off to the point where you couldn’t even calm him down

Immediately goes on a rant on the mic

“First, this company screws me over. Now it’s Y/N? Y’all have really fucked up! Are you lopsided, cross-eyed, inbred people just bored?”

….don’t argue with me, I can see him saying it…

Since he’s suspended, he manages you and you come back with a new attitude

After some “cheating” (Ricky calls it guaranteeing a victory), you win your championship back

Ricky’s there; just smiling and feels great that he was able to help you gain something back that meant so much to you

MJF:

Mans straight up buys it back

No, deadass, that’s it

He’s done with taking the higher road with certain shit/people so he goes back to bribing

Max literally just keeps upping the price

“I know that your poor, stank asses need more than 100 dollars so how about 1,000 dollars? Maybe you can buy some soap.”

After buying the belt and the reign, he throws you a coronation where he proclaims you the queen of the women’s division

Dares anyone to say otherwise

He also renegotiates your contract which strictly prohibits matches that you are not prepared for/made aware of

“I just wanna look out for you. Since this dumbass company can’t.”

[pochilovesloki]

Bruce: So you do know physics!

Loki: Oh, I only carry the basic level of understanding.

Tony: Only basic- SHUT UP YOUR STUPID MOUTH! YOU KNOW FUCKING EVERYTHING!!

[purebarnes]

‘infinity war cast play: family feud

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ➢ following along the family feud that the cast of the avengers played during infinity war

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ➢ 1.8k

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀꜱ ➢ fluff, sweet/jealous seb, funny marvel moments in general

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋꜱ ➢ wanted to start this idea but never got to write it, hope it gets love since it was fun to write and i just enjoyed it in general

every time you and the cast would wrap up a movie was great because it meant you guys would have interviews and press tours to attend. for you, the games and trivia games were the ones you all really enjoyed because it just would be chaotic.

still it would a great time, you got along with everyone so no drama would surround you guys which was a good thing when you work with other actors. when you first started working with marvel, you hit it off with mackie at first, during captain america: the winter soldier.

your publicist makes sure you had time to move things around so that you could make it the live event with the rest of the cast.

you and sebastian were together but didn’t live with each other since you two were still waiting for the right time to move in together. anthony would tease you guys, saying you’re both married but not being committed. all jokes aside, you two did love each other but time would take it’s course and you would be happy soon enough.

when you arrived surrounding to the Los Angeles press junket, you met a few co-stars back stage. obviously you saw all the girls—with you adored. when you saw your boyfriend, you ran sneakily behind him before scaring him slightly. he jumped back from his seat where he was talking to anthony and letitia about something.

anthony looked up seeing your face, “you finally showed up. he was getting worried.” he chuckled before getting up to hug you while you hugged back letting go to see letitia and greet her as well. you turned to sebastian seeing that he was wearing something remotely similar to your outfit.

he wore a black and white stripped jacket which you wore one like that but it was a tad different with a matching skirt. he eyes you up and down seeing what you were wearing this time, letitia gawked at the couple matching even if it was accidentally. “you guys look so cute.” she squealed rapidly pointing at both of them as they both chuckled.

anthony hummed, “huh. what’s up with matchy matchy?” he questioned them as sebastian shrugged honestly not getting how they would of done that. the man obviously thought she looked gorgeous in that skirt and jacket so it didn’t bother him at all. “i think you look beautiful.” he admired you as you blushed and buried your head in his crock of his neck while thanking him.

anthony rolled his eyes until the russo brothers came telling everyone that it was time to start the family feud game and start the live broadcast. you walked towards everyone, where the russo brothers went to place you all in teams: blue vs purple.

anthony and joe did anything to keep mackie and seb from the opposite teams to not create that much chaos or to create it which didn’t matter. you went on the blue team with chris, scarlett, letitia, anthony and bautista. then the red team consisting with benedict, zoe, mark, chris hemsworth, pom and sebastian.

you greeted your team waiting for them to start as you made small talk with anthony and dave as you were in the middle of both of them. once the russo’s started—it was all chaotic from that point. “why don’t the blue team introduce themselves.” joe spoke looking at the blue team.

everyone from the team would get and when it got you mackie, he just was being a fool but so hilarious whenever he spoke. “i’m anthony mackie, i’m a libra.” bringing up his sign for anyone. “I’m y/n y/l/n.” you would smile when it would get to you.

the other team would do the same, then making the russo’s to explain how the game would work and all the rules. once you all got the hang of it, chris and zoe ended up being the first ones to make it and compete against each other. “which infinity war character would put on the best concert?”

zoe getting it first because pratt was slow, said his character which she got right being the first one on the answer board. benedict would repeat zoe’s answer not understanding the concept of family feud as the whole blue team would tease him on that. “good answer!” anthony laughed making you look up and chuckle as he defended himself.

“i’m english! whoa, stop.” joe explained it the english man and he looked relieved after he got the idea, getting the right answer again. when it got to sebastian he said dr. strange and got it correct then getting close to three strikes when it was at zoe.

the russo’s giving out clues and hints didn’t make the blue team wasn’t pleased because it was too easy for them. “what! you cheatin, you think steve harvey would give a hint?” chris would yell out to joe then you would agree with him. them all laughing at chris getting annoyed but not in a serious manner.

you would see that they would go and talk and you stopped them as they weren’t exactly playing the right way. “wait? you guys can’t confirm.” you spoke up pointing at zoe trying to talk to pom and the rest of her team. joe would confirm that, that would be true.

zoe trying to get another clue but the blue team interfering with her telling her no more clues. “okay, you know what. basta. i’m going to say rocket.” when her and benedict got them wrong it would be time for the blue team to steal.

chris would pull you guys together to confirm he answer but mackie kept repeating where their clue was—you would remind him that you thought that was the clue. “what? no, that’s their clue! who producing this?” you would look over to see them talking about who to pick. “well if it’s a guardian... then who did we already say? we said drax, already said star lord, we said rocket. so groot?” you implied.

letitia nodded when chris still wasn’t sure if that was the answer looking at the camera trying to get an answer from the fans. “feed me the answer. mackie says it groot but i don’t trust mackie—yes, you do!” mackie would say.

“i say trust him—thank you!” you would say making anthony hugging you when sebastian would glare at him making him laugh out loud looking back at him. letting go and telling joe that, they picked groot for the answer. “do they say groot for the win?” joe asked making the board ding causing the blue team to cheer for the win that they just got.

the next question being who would they take to prom... as letitia would take your answer, you’d have to figure on out when make chose his answer. “as much as i don’t like him. and his great hair.. uh bucky.” anthony paused. obviously getting the right answer and it being number one. anthony would look at sebastian but he would shake his head getting flustered.

it was your turn and you couldn’t say anything because you honestly had no idea, “alright y/n, you are up.” you hummed trying to see if you could think of someone on the spot. “look around.” they would try to help you to get a answer, anthony looking at you grinning.

“come on. imma look away cause you’re thinkin about me.” he would say looking the other way dramatically making you laugh then patting his shoulder clicking your tongue. “okay, i’m going to say uh... the falcon, sam wilson?” anthony grinning at you tilting his head while showing his bicep.

sebastians head rapidly going up when she chose anthony, “boo!” he booed putting a thumbs down and blowing raspberries at her direction. everyone laughing at his jealousy as you frowned feeling bad, “i’m sorry!” you quietly said as joe kept moving on. “alright facebook did you say sam wilson?” he asked the board and it dinged making anthony cheer at his name on the list.

almost finishing the questions, it was between mackie and hemsworth picking who would win in a staring contest. going around the purple team, they all started to get all the answer right and it went to seb. he looked around stoping at you and just staring, “i’m going with y/c/n.” you shook your head then waiting to see the answer. “did you say y/c/n, the sorceress?” he got that right making them all cheer.

they all go in a line getting all the answers right when seb was up again, “don’t screw it up bucky like you always do.” anthony yelled out making him stare up at him intensely, “what did you say to me—you heard what i said.” they kept going back and forth with each other.

you kept trying to contain yourself from laughing as they were so childish between themselves. “i’m gonna go with the falcon.” sebastian said staring at him continuously. when it came on the screen, you put your head down in disbelief.

the next round was you and sebastian and when you didn’t go up because you didn’t know it was your turn, joe told you to go up. you looked at him and walked to him. you put your hands in your pockets, seeing seb waiting for you. “oh oh. this is about to become intense, girlfriend vs boyfriend.” joe teased when you smiled and put you hand over seb’s.

you pulled away getting ready to answer your question and you probably knew it would work out because you hated being pressured. anthony russo looked at both of you and mentioned how you guys were matching, “you guys are matching, just noticed that—isn’t it cute!” letitia yelled but getting shushed by you.

“okay, which infinity war character takes the longest to get ready in the morning?” when he announced it you did your best to press the button by sebastian had quicker reflexes then you. you groaned watching him chuckle, “i swear my button is broken.” you complained but it was all jokes because you just lost.

“i think it works—mmh, no it’s broken. hurry say your answer.” you rolled your eyes wanting to hurry and leave, “downey. tony stark.” when the answer popped up you rolled your eyes, swatting your hand away. seb went over to hug you as you sighed but hugged him back anyway.

the ending was horrible because the opposite team won making you annoyed... you ended up having a good time with your friends. you walked passed all of them to use the bathroom and you went to open the door, you were tackled by some hands making you squeal.

you turned around to see sebastian and you sighed then when you composed yourself, you hit his shoulder. “don’t do that. i was about to hurt you.” he chuckled lowering his hands to your waist and pulling you close. “i missed you.” he mumbled kissing the side of your cheek. “we have to hurry for the press, then you can miss me even more.”

[captnjacksparrow]

Why did Sasuke have sex with Sakura if he did not like her? He did horrible things to her and yet he made a baby with her so it means that he finds Sakura attractive. He is not that type of guy who would put his d just like that and I do not believe that he did not know about protection so he wanted a baby with Sakura.

To that Anon..... Who once asked me who is hornier, NaruHina or SasuSaku???.... And I told you my answer.... And if you are reading my post today... This ask is the literal proof for you!!!! Look at the proof of their Love.... 

God!!! I'm really uncomfortable talking about sex in an ask. Anyways, this will be my last time...

Disclaimer: The Word ‘Sex’ is used many times in this post. If you feel uncomfortable, please don’t read it.

Reasonable Answer:

The Studio forced Sasuke to do 'the thing'. That's all.

Prediction Based Answer:

Why do you think 'Having Sex' must always be related to attractiveness and romance????

Your question makes me doubt your Media Observing experience. I mean, maybe you are a 12 year old kid who never watched modern Movies other than Disney Stuffs.... 

Do you really think every sexual experience that everyone had so far was romantic????

Have you heard about 'One Night Stand'???? Or 'Casual Sex'??? Both of them were done just for experimenting... I mean horny teenagers get hormonal rage and they just do it and then forget about it. I'm sure you must have watched it in many Hollywood Movies. Popular Movie Example.... Iron Man... Tony Stark had wild sex with Christine Everhart for one-night but he never loved her or even remember that thing.

He is not that type of guy who would put his d just like that

Since you yourself had admitted that Sasuke is not that type of Guy... Surprisingly, I also agree with you on this, Anon.... So, can we safely eliminate One Night Stand and Casual Sex out of the possibilities?????

With that being said.....

There is something called 'Obligatory Sex'.... Like Back in those days, Kings cannot marry the girl they really loved. Because of Social Status. So, they marry a socially sound girl and make them into a Queen. Their purpose is solely for making Prince and Princess. They really won't share the same bed chambers because the King don't really love the Queen. But most of the Kings take their loved girl as their Beloved Concubine with whom they can share their true love in an honest way... Go and watch Historical Chinese and Korean Drama.... They are full of these themes. Or watch Game of Thrones Season 1...  The King, when he was trying to have sex with the Queen, he whispers his Beloved Girl’s name.... That irritated the queen... So the Queen went behind King’s back and had sex with her Br.... Sorry, some person and ended up having 3 kids.... What’s more?, She passed all those 3 kids as the King’s Children. The sex portrayed in this series are mostly either abusive, non-consensual... if it is romantic, it always ended up in a Tragedy, if it is an One-Timer, one of the partner will dump the other in the end..... or if it doesn't belong to any of the above, then it must be the sex that happens in Brothel House.

And there is something called 'Give and Take' Sex... Like having sex for one time, just as a favour. There is this Oscar Award Winning movie called 'Forrest Gump'... in which Tom Hanks mother have a one-time sex with a School Principal... Just for making her disabled kid to get admitted in his School.

And there is something called ‘Societal Pressure’ Sex... In Patriarchal Societies, such as mine, most of the marriages are Arranged Ones. So, Couple’s don’t really love each other in the beginning and they were forced to marry. And it’s this girl’s responsibility to bore a Baby within 10 months, otherwise, the Mother-In-Law or her Neighbours will pester that newly married girl.. .. And finally they consummate the marriage just for satiating her ‘New Found’ Family. Because Infertility thing will not be tolerated. This is how my Grandmom had her 5 kids... that is, without loving the Man she married. To this day, she still resents my Grandfather because she hates him for personal reasons. This is very common from where I come from.

And finally.... ‘Brokeback Mountain’ Sex.... Rather than me explaining it...You must watch this Oscar Award Winning movie. Oh, By the Way.... This movie was directed by Ang Lee from China... A place where homosexual contents in contemporary media were strictly banned and censored by their Government but they are the best in producing successful and soulful Shounen Ai novels...

He did horrible things to her

He never did anything horrible apart from rejecting her love advance... If she stayed quiet and remained non-horny in Chapter 693, he wouldn’t have put her in that Genjutsu. 

So, Stop making Sasuke as this monster just to portray your Kween as a Victim. She is the harasser in SS. 

I have given 2 Oscar Award Winning movies, 1 Most Emmy Award Winning TV series, Culturally similar TV series from China and Korea, 1 Blockbuster movie which gave rise to a Biggest Billion Dollar Franchise called MCU, Real Life Experience..... And yet here you are living in your la-la-land thinking that every Sex is based on Romance. Sasuke might have ‘did the deed’ based on any of the above... If he did as you said, that is, having Sex out of Attractiveness, he wouldn’t have abandoned her and Sarada for 12 years, he wouldn’t have asked her, “What are you doing here?” on seeing her face after a decade, he wouldn’t have refused to Kiss her.... The very natural response after seeing your beloved person is to Hug.... or atleast have a Brimming Smile. Sasuke did neither.

Please come to the real world instead of staying in your Colourful Disney World, Anon.

[wheresmybuckyhoes]

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Summary: You are forced to go on a mission with Bucky, someone you don’t really get along with. What happens when hydra men get their hands on you?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, blood, violence, drinking, mentions of drugging, references to rape, angst

Well this was longer than I intended. I maaaay write a smutty part 2 if enough people like this, but I hope you firstly just enjoy this little thing I thought of. Love you x

‘You have got to be fucking kidding me’ you groan as you open the suit door to reveal a beautiful room of crimson and black, the intoxicatingly sweet scent of roses wafting through the air. You narrow your eyes, taking in the black marble bathtub, the double shower heads, the ornate fireplace and finally - the source of your anger - the king sized double bed, a bed frame delicately covered in carvings of flowers, dusted in a fading gold.

‘I’m calling Tony’ you seethed, a bratty undertone to your voice as you direct it at the man stood at the doorway, noticing a subtle eye roll adorn his face. The phone rings as you pace around the room, heavy footsteps cushioned by the soft carpet beneath you. Meanwhile Bucky moved to place your bags down on the dresser beneath the window, getting one of the straps caught between the plates on his arm, cursing under his breath as he begins to aggressively pull and twist.

Unsurprisingly, the phone continues to ring until you hear a voice from the other end say ‘Tony Stark is unavailable right now, please leave a message after the bee...’, before angrily pressing the red button on your phone to hang up. ‘Fuck. I am not sharing a bed with you, Barnes. I already hate you enough, no need to make it worse’ you warn him as you toss your phone onto the bed and run your fingers through your hair, a small action which you tend to do when stressed.

‘Obviously not doll’ Bucky breathed as he finally freed the bag from between the plates of his vibranium arm, trying to play it off so you wouldn’t laugh at him. You sighed in relief, a hand on your chest as you turn to look at him.‘Oh thank the gods. I’m sure you’ll be fine on the floor so...’ you started before Bucky held up a hand to shut you up. ‘We won’t be sharing a bed because you’ he explained, poking his metal finger lightly in your chest as he smiled down on you, ‘...will be sleeping on the floor’.

Your mouth fell slightly open, not from surprise though. You knew going on this mission was going to take a lot out of you. You and Bucky were sent on this mission by Tony and Bruce to attend one of those fancy rich people auctions as a fake couple. Your task was to intercept a small branch of hydra trying to sell illegal weapons on the black market. Natasha sniffed them out weeks ago, but she had to go help mother fucking Clint with some shit. I don’t know, or care. It’s Clint. Anyway, Tony promised he would book you a room with 2 separate beds, as you had specifically requested, but looks like the literal billionaire couldn’t even sort that one out.

‘You must be joking’ you snapped back in annoyance, glaring into his crystalline blue eyes which sparkled not so innocently with mischief. ‘Do I look like it?’ he replied, a smirk playing on his annoyingly perfect lips. ‘Do you really think I’m going to sleep on the floor?’ you questioned furiously, gazing upon Bucky with hatred by now. ‘I’d rather you not sleep here at all. That way I wouldn’t even have to look at your face’ he answers carelessly, shooting you a sarcastic smile. You rolled your eyes with an exaggerated flare, glaring at him before shoving past him to grab your bag. ‘Fine. You win this time Bucky. See you at the auction at 9’ you spoke calmly, making sure to bump into him roughly as you made your way over to the door. ‘Wait y/n I didn’t mean...’ you heard his deep voice grumble as you slammed the door as hard as you could. Now, how to get a new room?

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Pushing the door to your new room open, you were faced with a small single bed, a cramped bathroom and an old desk. It was still quite fancy compared to the hotels you stayed in as a child, but it was nothing compared to the room Bucky had forced you out of. Not really worth flashing that worker in the lobby for, but at least you got the room for free.

It was already 7:50 in the afternoon, and you had little over an hour before you had to be there. You flicked on the lights, and unzipped your bag. You were to wear a silky black dress with a low cut V, a slit down the side to reveal one of your legs and a skirt that fell elegantly to the floor, more than long enough to cover up the knife which will be strapped to your thigh. You spent almost all your time on making your hair and makeup look perfect, giving yourself just under 10 minutes to pull on the dress and a pair of strappy black heels. You lost your shit trying to reach the zipper at the back of the dress, furiously pulling up your thigh holster and sliding in your sharpest knife. You stormed out of the room, racing up the stairs in those heels like a queen to bitch boy’s room. You pounded on it with a clenched fist.

‘Open up’ you yelled through the door. It opened up fast enough, to reveal Bucky standing there in a black suit, in the process of doing up his tie, filling it out perfectly with his bulging muscles, smelling like heaven. Not that he looked good or anything. Definitely not hot. Nope. Bucky sort of stumbled over himself as you brushed past him, gesturing for him to shut the door with your manicured hand. As he spun back around after shutting the door, you caught his eyes trailing over your figure, subtly wide in surprise. ‘Eyes up here boy, I thought you didn’t want to have to look at me’ you whistled, pointing with your fingers. ‘Zip me up. Quickly’ you demanded, turning around.

There was a short pause before you felt Bucky’s warm breath tickle the back of your neck as his cold metal fingers gently brushed against your lower back. He zipped you up carefully, taking your hair in his flesh hand and pulling it gently to the side, sending shivers up and down your spine. God his touch made your skin burn. Before he could say anything else, you reached over to grab his knife, tossing it swiftly so it missed his head by an inch, tip landing firmly in the wooden doorframe. ‘Let’s go’ you motioned with your head, leaving Bucky with his mouth open, eyes burning into your back as he watched you leave, speechless.

You arrived at the auction just in time, showing your passes to the security guards positioned either side of the grand entrance. The knife was digging into your leg, but there was nothing you could currently do about it. You and Bucky swiftly entered, observing and mapping out the area in your heads in case a quick getaway was needed. There was the main stage, with strange looking items laid out across it, including what looked like the stolen tech Nat had described to you. There was the bar, with important looking business men sat beside it ordering drinks and talking about money and sex. There were relatively few women, but those who were present were dressed to the nines. Pearls, diamonds and emeralds sparkled tauntingly from their necks and ears, with dresses that cost more than your entire wardrobe.

You pushed down the tang of jealousy you felt as you thought about how easy these people had it. They can buy anything they want, do anything they want, and be anyone they want. Pulling your thoughts back down to earth, you gently reached out a hand to Bucky’s firm shoulder, pushing slightly so he would lean down to your height. He was pretty fucking tall, after all. ‘I’ll take the bar, that prick gives me hydra vibes. You go do what your good at and be a fuckboy, and try to get something useful out of the ladies. Double tap your earpiece if you’re in danger’ you whispered into his ear, plastering on a fake ass smile to make it seem to anyone watching like you’re just sharing something wonderful with your husband. Being so close to him made you feel all warm and tingly, and it made you slightly nervous. Little did you know, as much as Bucky had an affect on you, he was affected by you just as much if not even more.

You both went in opposite directions. Rubbing your hand up the suspicious looking man’s arm, you turned on your flirty charm and began working. ‘What’s a handsome man like you doing without a girl on your arm’ you drawled, noticing the man gesture quickly with a nod of his head for the man beside him to kindly fuck off. You sat down on the barstool, moving your hand to play with your hair. Men fell for that shit every time. ‘Waiting for someone like you’ the man flirted back, leaning in slightly making you want to cringe. ‘Oh please, I bet every women in here has gone up to you already, Mr...’ you trailed off, trying the most basic trick to getting a name. ‘Please darling, call me Eric’ he replied quickly, eagerly. ‘Let me buy you a drink. A body like yours should be treated with the upmost respect’ he spoke, as more off a demand than a question. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat at the mention of your body, internally screaming at how little respect he seemed to have for women.

As the man turned to the bartender, you quickly spun your head around to try and look for Bucky. Mother fucker had 3 girls all over him. What do you care though, your not actually married and he can do whatever he wants. If the bitch boy wants to fuck them, who cares? Not you, that’s for sure. You keep telling yourself that. You shook your head, turning your attention to the man who was now holding 2 glasses of rosé. You actually really loved rosé, so at least the drink might be nice. As he tapped his glass against yours to produce a satisfying clink, you brought the thin glass to your painted lips. The rosé was delicious and you hummed contently, but there was a slightly salty taste to it. Must be an older brand. You drank and talked with the man for a few more minutes, asking him about his job and his family. You thought you were getting somewhere valuable when you suddenly felt your head start to spin. What the fuck. You knew you were a lightweight, but not like this. You felt your mouth go dry as you looked up at the man. The bitch was smiling.

‘W...what did you do to me?’ you slurred, feeling your mind cloud and your muscles weaken with every passing second. ‘It’s ok gorgeous, it will wear of when I’m done with you. Let’s take you somewhere more private, hm? the man’s voice echoed in your ear as he gripped you roughly by the waist and started moving with you by his side to the door. That’s going to bruise. You tried to move your arm to press your earpiece signalling Bucky for help, but your arm felt weird and tired, and you couldn’t bring yourself to lift it up that high. Instead, you opted for trying to reach for your knife but the man who was sat beside the other previously caught your wrist aggressively and smirked, the 2 men sharing a god awful look. It made you want to crawl inside your skin and die. It was at that moment that it dawned upon you what exactly they wanted to do with you, with your body. You had to escape, except you couldn’t. It was too late. You were outnumbered and could feel your consciousness slipping. You don’t remember much beyond that point. A gun branded with the hydra symbol. An explosion. The taste of blood in your mouth. Cold metal on your shoulder. Shouting, screaming, crying. Black.

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Your eyes shot open, a head splitting migraine crushing your skull. What the fuck happened, and where the fuck were you? You felt something warm behind you, holding you close and breathing slowly. It smelt heavenly. You took a moment, taking a few slow, deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down. You pulled the blanket off of your body to reveal a human arm curled securely around your waist, your dress still hugging your body, but the knife was gone. Your mind was still foggy, and you were confused as to why a man’s arm was grasping you. Something snapped in you as some memory of what those men tried to do came back to you, and you felt tears blur your already clouded vision.

Pulling the arm off, you pushed yourself up slowly, turning to look at what was beside you. Your eyes softened when you saw who it was. Bucky was lying beside you in the bed in the original suit, still wearing his suit and loosened tie. He looked so beautiful and peaceful like this. Your look quickly turned to one of concern as you noticed his suit was covered in fresh blood, a few cuts and grazes sprinkled across his handsome face. Your gut twisted and you felt sick as you felt the pain which Bucky must have felt receiving those. Fucking empathy. You reached out mindlessly to run your finger over one of the deeper cuts, but a metal arm flew to catch your wrist in an instant, his eyes shooting open.

‘Oh my god you’re up, you scared me y/n’ he said as his face instantly relaxed and he moved his arm from your wrist to your cheek, brushing away a tear you hadn’t noticed had fallen. ‘What the fuck happened Bucky?’ you asked, hand moving to your head in pain. ‘Shit does it hurt? Are you ok? How do you feel?’ he tried to ask but you wanted answers. Why was he being so nice? You softly batted away his arm and turned to face him in the bed. He sat up. ‘What happened, Bucky’ you asked, sternly this time.

‘Those hydra fuckers must have drugged you or something. I saw them trying to touch you, carrying you out of the room, you looked like you were dead, y/n. I set of a small explosion, nothing dangerous, just enough to get all the civilians shitting their pants and running out, but the building started to collapse. When I got to you they tried to shoot me, the gunshots went of right by your ear. Might explain the headache. I got you out though, thank the gods’ he explained, genuine concern in his eyes.

‘Where are they now?’ you asked trying to get out of bed but feeling another wave of dizziness hit you like a truck. You sat down. Bucky looked down and twiddled your knife between his fingers. ‘Dead’ he replied softly. ‘I killed most of them. I couldn’t get the one who spiked your drink. The blood isn’t mine’. Your hand flew to your mouth automatically. Obviously you had killed before, it wasn’t the death that shocked you. It was the fact he had risked his life like that just to save someone he claimed to hate so much.

‘Why?’ you blurted out, reaching out a hand to tilt his head up gently to look at you. Your heart was skipping every other beat. ‘I don’t know what I would have done if something would have happened to you, y/n’ he replied simply, eyes lingering on your lips as yours lingered on his. ‘They were going to...’ you whispered, before Bucky reached a flesh hand out to cup the side of your face, quickly whispering back ‘I know doll, I know. I was never going to let them do that to you’. ‘But I thought you hated me?’ you sighed, watching conflicting emotions dance in his eyes. You didn’t notice how you held your breath, or how dry your throat was, or how your headache seemingly disappears as your lips finally brushed against the winter soldier’s when he pulled you in, answering your question.

It was so gently, his metal hand sliding down to your waist and pulling you closer to him. You wrapped your hands around his neck as you moved to straddle his lap, feeling his tongue swipe your bottom lip. You opened your mouth to let him in, moaning gently at the feeling of your tongue brushing against his. You kissed him with passion, and he kissed you with longing, both emotions mixing together and causing a comforting warmth to spread all over your body. He pulled away. You frowned. ‘Why’d you stop?’ Bucky laughed lightly and you felt the vibrations from his voice travel through you pleasantly. ‘We still have work to do’ he replied simply, pulling that dazzling smile of his you so rarely saw. ‘I still hate you Bucky’ you mumbled in annoyance.

He lifted you of him with ease, holding you up kindly and making sure you could stand on your own. You wobbled a bit on those 4 inch fucking heels he hadn’t bothered to remove from your feet, but gained your balance and reached for your knife that lay dangerously on the bed. Bucky began to walk to the door. ‘Wait...we aren’t gonna talk about...’ you didn’t finish your sentence, as Bucky had turned around and interrupted smugly ‘about you wanting to fuck me? Later doll, we have shit to do now’. It was his turn to leave, and your turn to watch him walk out. ‘Fucking wanker’ you muttered under your breath as you followed. ‘I heard that’ he shouted from outside the room. It was time to kill the fucker who dared to drug you.

[barnesandco]

Icy Haloes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: brief mention of pneumonia and death in the first paragraph, excessive use of commas.

A/N: I’ve been suffering the worst writer’s block, but I think I’m starting to shake it off with this work, so finger’s crossed we get an update on one of my WIPs soon! Big thanks to @nacho-bucky and @captain-kelli for the extremely helpful advice that allowed me to produce a half-decent piece of writing after who-knows-how-long. It’s also hotter than Hell right now, and it was soothing to escape into a NYC winter while writing this, if you’re wondering where the inspiration came from.

Bucky hates the cold. He detests the way it bites into his bones, abhors the reminders of the graves he used to help dig every time another person in the neighborhood died of pneumonia, loathes remembering how the rattle in Steve’s lungs made him worry that his would be the next. But you, unlike Steve and possibly Sam and Nat, don’t know that. The new cook hired when a spike in missions made it increasingly more difficult for the Avengers to prepare their own meals, you have been here for all of three weeks when you appear in the living room requesting assistance with grocery shopping. 

Sam and Nat got back from a mission just yesterday and are still nursing their wounds splayed across multiple bean bags, Tony has Steve tied to the sofa by the latter’s promise to watch Star Wars, and while Wanda and Vision are available, Bucky stands at attention when you enter before you have even completed your sentence. Steve snickers, and Bucky would cuff him if he wasn’t two couches over and preoccupied with stifling a rising blush. As it is, he sends a discreet glare his best friend’s way, and volunteers to brave New York’s snow-clad streets with you instead, only because he’s a gentleman and definitely not to see the resounding smile in thanks that sends his heart racing.

“Let me go grab a jacket first,” he says, passing by you where you stand wearing a hand-knitted scarf under your jacket and a worn hat on your head, none of it able to suppress the scent of gingerbread on your person. 

“I’ll wait by the car,” you call from behind him, and he grins to himself when he hears Tony say not the Audi! as the elevator doors close. 

Five minutes later, you’re both in the garage, trying to determine which car to take if Tony’s precious Audi is unavailable, and since you’re going to be driving, he sees no reason to suggest otherwise when you head for the Tesla. Although Bucky is slowly catching up with the times, between frequent trips to the local library, the ever-so-helpful internet under F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s guidance, and the miracle of history documentaries, driving a car is one thing he still has not learnt. 

However, you were born and raised in Arlington, Texas, a city with a negligible public transport system, and therefore know how to drive. How you’ll fare on frosty streets remains to be seen. Now, he realizes neither of you really thought this trip through much beyond the date and time of the event, but you’re an experienced driver, and he has faith that you’ll adapt just fine. Besides, it’s not like it’s your first time out. 

The silence in the car is calm, warm, the gentle hum of the radiator only audible to Bucky beneath the still quieter murmur of the electric engine, and you nod your head to an invisible tune as the car speeds down country roads, towards the cluster of skyscrapers in the distance, made cloudy by winter haze. 

He’s so focused on the city ahead that he nearly jumps out of his skin when you speak for the first time since you got in the car. “Is there anywhere you’d like to go besides the supermarket?” You ask, and he sees that you think you’ve bothered him, that you’ve dragged him out against his will, and he doesn’t want to let you believe that.

“I’m happy to go wherever you like,” is his answer, with a smile that he hopes is more placating than nervous, because who knows what it’s like to be the newest part of a well-oiled machine that you think doesn’t need you. While you aren’t with them in the field, you live with them and have, in this short time, endeared yourself to each Avenger in a unique way. Recalling watching Peter do his homework a couple of months back, he thinks of nuclei and electrons, and how you seem to be an example of the first particle. Not only because he is attracted to you, but also because of how you pull people into your circle. Bucky hopes he can be granted the same joy.

“Okay,” you say softly, as if only to yourself, but he catches it and nods reassuringly. “You know, when Sam came with me last week, he actually said that you’re a lot more fun while grocery shopping.”

Bucky’s eyes widen. “I’m more fun to be with while shopping than at home, or I’m more fun to go shopping with than Sam?” He asks, turning in his seat.

“The second one.”

“Did he say why?”

A thoughtful hum, and you bite the inside of your cheek while formulating an appropriate answer. “Something about your old-fashioned sensibilities being offended by the prices nowadays--”

“I am not old-fashioned--”

“-- and he warned me to keep you away from the snack aisle because you, and I quote, lose it at the sight of all those Doritos flavors,” you finish with a teasing smile, directed at the road. With no response to that, he resigns himself to sink back into his seat while crossing his arms and grumbling his displeasure, only to perk up with the sound of your laugh, just as you swing into the parking lot of Trader Joe’s.

One successful grocery round later, and Bucky’s closing the lid on a trunk full of grocery bags, one of which consists only of Doritos. He’s going to open the door for you when you stop him and gesture to the cafe across the street with a sheepish look on your face.

“Hot chocolate?” ¨

“Sure,” he answers, and you lock the door. The place is almost empty, what with it being a couple of hours before lunch on a workday, and you order to hot chocolates to go, explaining that you’re just a few minutes away from Central Park and you wanted to go for a brief walk, if that was okay with him, of course.

The hot chocolates arrive, both with every imaginable topping on them, and Bucky hurries to pull out his wallet despite your protests. “Let’s go,” he says, handing you your cup and praying that he can balance his without spilling over, and holding the door for you as you exit. 

New York’s boisterous bustle is dulled by the quiet of winter, the pulsing life of the city hushed as snow starts falling, this November precipitation hopefully a good omen for a white Christmas. This part of town seems to fall silent, and he relishes the peace, the rustle of your jackets as shoulders brush when a rare stranger passes by. 

Soon, the city falls away to the expanse of what used to be green but is now just a domesticated snowy tundra -- Central Park. A lone runner sprints across a pathway a hundred yards away, and you sit down on a bench.

“I love New York,” you say with a smile, and Bucky can see the enchantment of this city falling over you as you close your eyes. Less than a month, most of it spent outside the city lines, and you’re falling for the place he knows as home, and it makes him fall in love with it all over again. To see a familiar place through fresh and wondrous eyes is like getting to read a favorite book for the first time -- a privelege few are afforded, but he is fortunate to be amongst them. The way your eyes flit across the sky following a flock of pigeons, the way you inhale the scent of hot chocolate like no place else in the world can produce, and then how your gaze falls to the untouched, sacred blanket of snow in front of you. The ensuing gasp is one he cannot decipher, and so he asks.

“What is it?”

“I just realized I’ve never made snow angels,” you answer, trembling with childish epiphany, and he looks at you like you’ve grown another head. It’s been almost a century since he made his last one, too, at the age of 12, before he had to resist in order to avoid bringing Steve down with him lest the skinny rascal die from the cold.

“Do you,” he begins hesitantly, “do you want to, right now?” The expression on your face is one of barely controlled want and bashfulness at the desire. 

“Yeah,” you say after a full minute’s consideration. That’s how Bucky finds himself, despite his issues with the cold, on the ground in a field of snow like a starfish against the ground and waving his arms and legs wildly. Your giggles float to him on a cloud of air, breathless, shaking, and he stops after a while to lay there next to you, the silver bond of a new friendship glowing in the gray daylight. 

He’s the first to rise, carefully so as to not disturb the pattern, and he pulls you up after, watches the smile split your face into the fullest crescent moon, warming his insides more than the hot chocolate did. The cold is starting to soak through his clothes, but the pins and needles prickling at his skin soon start to sear with that white heat that comes after touching snow, and he’s warm all over. When you turn to look at him with a thank you on the tip of your tongue, his cheeks pink and eyes icy blue, he smiles back. Thinks he could learn to love the cold, if it comes with companionship like this.

[cutie1365]

A Kid from Queens Part 19

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Info: CA: Civil War Era. Tony Stark enlists his daughter to find the web slinging spider in Queens.

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: Language

A/N: I think this is the longest chapter I’ve ever written, but y’all deserve it since I’ve been on hiatus for school. Enjoy!

Any and all feedback is much appreciated!

Masterlist linked in my bio. Taglist in the reblog.

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The light peeking through the curtains caused Peter to stir, as he reached across the bed for you. Instead he found your spot empty, and cold, so you’ve been up for a while.

He pulled the covers from himself and made his way into the kitchen, not bothering to put his shirt back on.

“Hi.” You smile as you see Peter sauntering towards you, sleepy, shirtless, and with his curls gathering into a messy mop on top of his head.

“It’s early,” Peter groaned, rubbing his eyes.

“I know. I have to go upstate and I want to make sure I’m back in time for dinner.” You explained.

Peter noticed your bag and keys ready to go on the counter, and assumed you were waiting for him to wake up.

“Oh, sorry I can-” He motioned towards the balcony but you cut him off.

“No, no you’re fine. Stay. Here, I made some breakfast,” You pushed a plate towards him as he sat down at the counter. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. can help you if you need anything.”

“Are you sure?” Peter asked, hesitantly picking up the fork next to his plate.

“Positive,” You smiled, “Stay as long as you need, F.R.I. will lock up after you leave.”

You grabbed your bag, keys, and the helmet sitting on your chair.

“Um, what’s that for?” Peter raised a brow and pointed the end of his fork at the sleek black helmet.

“Well, last I checked its state law to wear a helmet while riding.” You shrugged.

“You have a motorcycle?” Peter asked in shock, his voice raising an octave.

“Something like that.” You smirked, pulling the helmet under your arm.

“How?” Peter asked, still baffled. He never pegged you as the motorcycle type.

“Steve taught me a couple years ago”, You brushed it off as if it was nothing, but Peter’s eyes were still wide. You chuckled “You wanna see it don’t you?”

“Um yeah.” Peter said as if it was obvious, and jumped out of his chair as you slipped on your black leather jacket.

Peter followed you out of the door into your private garage and his eyes landed on a sleek, black Stark Industries bike.

“This looks like something straight out of Mission Impossible.” Peter gushed.

“It was Nat’s, I’m holding on to it for her.” You explained.

“I didn’t know Stark Industries made bikes like this.” Peter said, totally fixated on the bike and the fact that the Black Widow rode this.

“We make a lot of things, we just don’t mass produce them. My grandfather did try to make a flying car after all.” You chuckled as you straddled the bike, pushing the key into the ignition.

“I should be back in a few hours, I’ll see you tonight.” You smiled as you kissed Peter goodbye.

“This is super hot by the way.” Peter motioned to you on the bike as he stepped back.

“I know,” You smirked, slipping on your helmet, revving the engine and driving away.

Peter chuckled and shook his head.

“I’m in trouble,” he muttered with a goofy smile on his face as he made his way back into your apartment.

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As you pulled up to the compound, you knew what you had to do. No more lies, just like you’d promised. You walked into the lobby, running your fingers through your hair after releasing it from your helmet.

“Hey, Y/N!” You turned to see a familiar face walking by, and that was a miracle in and of itself.

“Rhodey! Where’s the old man?” You asked with a smile.

“He’s up in his office.” He directs you.

“He in a good mood?” You asked with a chuckle, knowing you were about to ruin it.

“For now, troublemaker.” He tousled your hair.

“Hey, trouble finds me.” You smirked, causing him to laugh as you flattened your hair.

You started walking toward the elevator as you heard his voice call out to you once more.

“Oh, I think Pepper’s looking for you.” Rhodey said as you stepped into the elevator.

“Oof, then I really am in trouble.” You replied as the door began to shut, you saw him chuckle and send you a wave that you returned.

You got off the elevator and walked the long hallway to your father’s office. You missed the tower– here everything was so spread out, at least in the tower you could just take the elevator all the way up exactly where you need.

You noticed his door was cracked as you approached it.

“Dad,” You knocked on his door, simultaneously pushing it open and stepping inside.

“Yeah?” He was standing behind his desk, his eyes not leaving the file in his hands.

“I wanna tell you something.” You chose your words carefully. You weren’t necessarily asking for permission, but you did want to be open and honest with him.

“Ok.” He said calmly, closing the file and setting it on his desk, his eyes focused on you, telling you to continue.

“I like Peter.” You said slowly.

“Yes.” He stated, as if that was obvious.

“And I want to be with him.” You continued, gaining a little courage.

“Ok.” He nodded, and picked up his file once more as if you didn’t just drop a bomb on him.

“Ok?” You asked, confused. Had he not heard you?

“That’s what I said.” He shrugged, flipping a page in his file.

“Just like that? ‘Ok’?” You pressed, surely there was a ‘but’ coming.

“Look Y/N,” He dropped his file once more and put both hands on his desk, leaning towards you, “I’ve seen you these last few months and you haven’t been yourself. You’ve been overworking yourself in the lab, and I haven’t seen you truly happy in a while. I figured there might be a correlation.”

“And you’re ok with this?” You raised a brow, suspicious at how he’d suddenly changed his tune about you and Peter.

“I’m giving it a chance. One chance.” He nodded, and you couldn’t contain yourself.

“Thank you, dad.” You jumped into his arms, practically squealing.

He stopped you after a moment, pulling away and holding you at arm's length.

“But you have to be careful. You can see the kid, but you can’t get caught up when he puts the suit on.” He gave you a stern look.

“I know, I know.” You nodded. Tony smiled and you hugged him once more. He patted your back.

“Alright pipsqueak, go see Pep before you head out.” He said once you’d pulled away, you nodded as he kissed the top of your head, sending you on your way.

You made your way across the compound, wondering why the hell their offices were on opposite sides of the building. You were sure getting your steps in today.

As you made it to Pepper’s office, her assistant nodded to you, letting you know to head right on in.

“Hey Pep.” You smiled, a little nervously as you headed into her office. You didn’t know what this was about.

“Hello sweetie, sit.” She motioned to the chairs in front of her desk. You did as she said.

“I looked over your proposal for the internship program. It’s good Y/N, really good.” Pepper placed her hand on the packet you’d put together for more specifics on the program, budget, and schedule.

“Thank you.” You smiled, relieved.

“You really care about this don’t you.” She asked.

“Of course I do, I mean this is more than just an internship for a couple of months. This is investing in our company's future and in these students' futures.” You explained, showing how clearly passionate you were about this.

“Speaking of our company's future...” Pepper said slowly, leaning back in her chair, “Your father and I were talking, and we think you’re ready to take on more than just Philanthropy.”

“What exactly did you have in mind?” You asked, excitedly. This is what you’ve been waiting for, something more, a chance to use your skills.

“We want you to be on the Robotics Review Board. All prototypes the team designs will have to be tested, inspected, and approved by you. What do you think?” Pepper tilted her head, smiling once she saw your eyes light up.

“That sounds perfect,” You beamed, before furrowing your brows, “But, why all of a sudden?”

“You’re turning 19 next week, you’ve proven you can handle Philanthropy and this Internship Program, and we think you’re ready for more. You’re going to be running this company one day Y/N, we want to put you in the best position to do that successfully.” She explained.

“Thank you, Pepper.” You smiled somberly. You knew you were being groomed to take over this company one day, but it seemed so far away. Pepper isn’t set to retire for another twenty years at least.

“Don’t thank me, you’ve earned this. Come here.” She stood, waving you over into her open arms. You stood, and she wrapped her arms around you. It was warm and comforting, she was the closest thing to a mother you had.

“Now you better get going, you don’t want to keep the kid waiting.” She chuckled, rubbing her hand up your arm.

“How do you-?” Your eyes went wide, as she just smirked.

“Go get him, Tiger. And remember what I taught you.” She raised a brow.

“Don’t put out on the first date?” You smirked. She shook her head with a chuckle.

“The other thing I taught you- never show up to someone’s home empty handed.” She shook her head, she swore sometimes you were just like your father.

“Way ahead of ya.” You smiled starting to walk towards her door.

“But the first rule still stands young lady!” She yelled after you, you chuckled as you spun and waved goodbye as the elevator doors closed around you.

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As you walked back into your building the concierge stopped you and said they’d received a package for you. You raised a brow, you really didn’t give out this address and you hadn’t ordered anything, but you accepted it with a smile.

You took the small FedEx box from his hands and made your way into the elevator. Once the doors had closed you ripped the strip down the side and opened it. Dumping the box upside down, a small burner phone fell into your hand.

You stepped out of the elevator onto your floor as you looked into the box, looking for a note, but found none. You raised a brow, curious as to who it could be, as you walked into your apartment.

The living room was dark, and you assumed Peter got home alright. You flipped on the light and slid the phone out of the box once more, walking straight towards the kitchen counter to set it down. You didn’t question things like this anymore, ever since you had started assisting the FBI in their investigation of the major.

“I see you got my gift.” You hear from behind you, and jump around with a slight scream, your hand flying to your chest.

“Steve?” Your brows furrow as your eyes land on a familiar face, “What the fuck!”

“I need your help.” He stands from your chair in the living room, with an authoritative tone.

You turned your back on him, still angry for everything that had happened, now he had the balls to come ask for your help. You placed the phone on the counter, discarding it.

“I’ve got a lot on my plate right now. Plus I’m pretty sure it would be treason if I helped you.” You huffed.

“I just need some files.” He pleaded with you.

“Then steal them, why do you need me?” You snipped, whipping around to face him.

“They’re old Shield files.” He tried to explain, stepping closer to you. You’d forgotten how tall he was as he towered over you.

“And?” You retorted, knowing there was more he wasn’t telling you.

“And only Tony has access to them.” Steve said, causing you to sigh.

“Look, I know you wouldn’t have come here unless it was important and you’re risking a lot by even being in the country right now, but I’m going to need a little bit more than that to go off of if you’re asking me to betray my father.” You placed your hand on your hip, snapping at him.

“It’s for Bucky.” He was ready to give you his famous puppy dog eyes if you didn’t agree to help.

“Isn’t it always?” You rolled your eyes.

“We’re trying to help him. Take out whatever they put in his head. But we need to know how they did it. There’s a notebook, Zemo had it in Berlin, then the Task Force turned it over to Tony to keep safe. We need it.” He was finally giving you a little bit of information, although not much.

“Who’s ‘we’?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“I can’t tell you that.” He shakes his head, he knew he could trust you, but no one could know they were in Wakanda.

“Of course you can’t.” You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head and looking off in the distance.

“Y/N, I’m sorry to put you in this position-” Steve tried to apologize but you cut him off.

“It’s been six months Steve!” You yelled, stepping towards him and waving your arms as you yelled, “We haven’t heard from you, hell we didn’t even know if you were alive! You couldn’t check in just once?”

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He said, genuinely.

“I thought we were friends Steve.” You shook your head with a frown, speaking just above a whisper.

“We are, and I promise I’ll make it up to you, but right now I really need these files.” Steve pleaded once more, hitting you with the golden boy puppy dog eyes.

You groaned, whipping around and starting to walk towards your lab.

“Come with me.” You called to him, and heard his footsteps behind you as you entered your lap. Thankfully you had access to all of the Stark servers.

You sat down in front of the large desktop screen and started typing. You had backdoored into your father’s account years ago, so that wasn't going to be hard. Now you just needed to be careful to not alert him to any presences in the system while you find the files. One slip up and you were toast.

Steve stood silently, leaning on the table next to you, watching you work.

“So... who’s the guy?” Steve asked, breaking the silence.

“What?” You turned to him, your eyes popped. How the hell did everyone know about this?

“The guy I saw leaving your place a few hours ago.” He clarified, and you rolled your eyes.

“Peter,” You spoke, turning back to the computer and typing while you talked, “You’ve met him.”

“I have?” Steve raised a brow.

“You decked him if I remember.” You chuckled, your eyes not leaving the screen.

“I what?” Steve asked, horrified.

You glanced to your side and pushed a piece of paper from your desk towards Steve. It had diagrams of Peter’s suit on it.

“The Queens kid?” He asked, picking up the paper, you nodded in response, “Hmm, that’s a nice looking suit.”

“I’d make you a suit too if you weren’t a war criminal.” You teased.

“Ouch,” Steve put his hand to his chest, fiening insult.

You turned to him and chuckled, shaking your head at him. You missed this, you missed the team all together. Back when they were a team, not divided, scattered all around the world. Suddenly the computer beeped and flashed, turning your attention back to the screen.

“Shit.” You muttered as you examined the screen, you had just found the files, you were so close.

“What?” Steve asked, worried. He came closer, leaning over your shoulder to get a better look at the screen.

“There’s a password.” You explained, Tony didn’t use passwords, everything was biometrics: facial scans, finger prints, etc.

“Five letters.” Steve said, even he knew that wasn’t a secure password. To you, that meant this wasn’t a password, it was a reminder.

“The file is just the notebook?” You asked, turning back to Steve.

“Yeah, it should just be a scanned copy, why?” Steve furrowed his brows, but you didn’t answer. Instead you turned and typed in the one word you knew it had to be.

The screen lit up with “Access Granted” and started downloading the file.

“How’d you know?” Steve asked, you’d been so confident in it.

“It’s his mother, the one who Bucky-” Your voice trailed off, not wanting to complete the thought. Your grandmother: Maria.

“Oh.” Steve nodded in understanding.

“You want a paper copy or digital?” You asked, changing the subject.

“Both?” He answered and you nodded, typing away to begin printing and transferring a copy of the file to a blank flash drive for Steve to take.

“Shit,” You muttered, looking down at your watch, “I need to get ready. Just wait here, that’s gonna take a while to print, it’s almost 200 pages.”

You pushed out of your chair, and Steve nodded at your command, as you left him in the lab. You could not be late to this dinner, and you knew how long it would take to drive all the way to Queens at rush hour.

You came back into the lab about 10 minutes later, now in a casual dress with your hair down and some red lipstick on. Steve didn’t say anything as you began digging through some drawers in your lab, before pulling out what you were looking for and slipping it in your purse.

You made your way back over to the computer, reaching behind it to pull out the flash drive.

“Here ya go.” You smiled, handing it to Steve.

“Thanks,” He nodded, before continuing, “You look nice.”

“Not too much?” You asked, nervously, brushing down the skirt of your dress. He shook his head with a smile as the printer spat out the last page. You gathered the pages and placed them all in a manila file folder before handing it to him.

“Anything else I can do for you Rogers?” You asked as he followed you back into the living room.

“No, thank you. You don’t know how much this means to me.” He said, graciously.

“Well, everyone deserves a second chance, now you can help Bucky get his,” You said as you slipped the burner phone into your purse, “You know how to reach me if you need anything else.”

“Thanks, I owe you.” Steve smiled.

“Yes, yes you do.” You smirked, as you left your apartment, going your separate ways.

This was definitely not how you expected your day to go.

- - - - - 🕷 - - - - -

Just as the clock struck 6:00 you rang the doorbell of the Parker residence. May pulled the door open with a smile.

“Y/N, come in!” She said, with an apron wrapped around her dress, as she motioned inside and held the door open for you.

“Thank you, these are for you,” You smiled, handing her the bouquet of flowers in your hand.

“Oh how sweet, they’re beautiful. I’ll put them in some water. Peter!” May called to her nephew as she made her way towards the kitchen.

“Coming!” A voice came from the back of the apartment.

“What’s this?” May asks, pointing down to the box in your hands.

“Oh, it’s just a little something.” You smiled, handing her the box as Peter’s door opened.

“Hi,” Peter smiles at you with a goofy grin on his face, “You look really pretty.”

He’s seen you with no makeup, and he’s seen you in full glam. But standing before him with natural makeup and a plain dress, you looked gorgeous.

“Thank you,” You blushed, as you hugged him, breathing in his familiar, comforting scent.

A sudden scream makes you both jump. Both of your instincts kick in. You turned to see May holding the open box, exposing a new pair of the shoes you wore on TV.

“Are these?” Her eyes went wide, unable to contain herself.

“If they don’t fit, blame Peter.” You pointed to her nephew with a teasing smirk.

“Oh my god,” she squealed.

Peter smiled down at you, his arm still wrapped around you. His aunt needed this, he hadn’t seen her this happy since Uncle Ben died. He had no idea you were going to do this, but he thought it was really sweet.

“Oh, I have something for you too Peter.” You began to dig through your purse, before pulling it out.

“Aha! Here,” you pulled out the small metal disk roughly the size of a tennis ball, “It’s an exact replica of Cap’s shield... scaled down of course.”

“Woah,” He examined it with wise eyes, flipping it over in his hands, “Is this vibranium?”

“Yep, so don’t lose it,” You chuckled, “My grandfather used this prototype to pitch to the US Army, to convince them to fund the real thing. He even shot it to show it was bulletproof. You can still see the scuff mark on the back.”

Peter flipped it over and his eyes landed on the spot you described. He couldn’t believe he was holding this, it reminded him of the time he held Cap’s real shield for a moment, all those months ago when he’d first met you. If someone had told him back then that Y/N Stark would be standing in his living room for dinner, let alone his girlfriend, he would have thought they were crazy.

“Y/N, I can’t accept this, this should be in a museum.” Peter said, holding the disk out towards you.

“It’s ok,” You pushed it back towards him, “He made two, I’ve got the other. I know you’ll keep it safe.”

“Y/N...” He tilted his head, still not convinced that you should be giving him something this valuable. After all, vibranium is the rarest metal on earth.

“Please, for your birthday.” You smiled, giving him your best puppy dog eyes until he gave in.

You giggled at his defeat, as he leaned in to give you a quick kiss.

“If you two are done being adorable, dinners ready.” May said, with a smirk.

Dinner was exactly what you needed. It was filled with laughter and happiness. Was this what a normal life looked like? The closest thing you’ve ever had to a family dinner was team dinners in the tower, and even then you weren’t always present with school keeping you away. Did normal people sit down and eat dinner together every night?

This was definitely a feeling you could get used to.

After dinner you were sitting on the couch with Peter as May sat in the chair next to you. She spoke up after a lull in conversation.

“Ok, I have to ask,” May’s tone changed to more serious, and Peter knew what that meant.

“May-” Peter warned her. She’d mentioned this to Peter before you arrived and he really didn’t want to make you answer this question, especially considering what had just happened last night.

“No, it’s ok.” You nod towards her to continue. You didn’t have anything to hide... well, barely anything.

“I thought...” She took a second to choose her wording, “Well from the papers, I thought you were dating the mayor’s son until about a week ago. I’m just looking out for my nephew here.”

The question caught you a little off guard, but it wasn’t uncalled for. You could definitely see why she would be concerned, and she deserved an honest answer.

“As you should. But no, Thomas and I broke up months ago after the attack at the mayor’s fundraiser. After that, it was publicists who wanted to keep up the image. They’d stage an outing a week for pictures, but it wasn’t real. I didn’t want to keep living a lie, so we staged a break up.” You told her the truth, well, most of the truth, leaving out the part where you kept fake dating to protect Peter, who’s Spider-Man, and investigate the major’s black market dealings. But basically the gist is the same.

“Guess the magazines don’t tell you everything,” May nodded in understanding. Peter looked embarrassed and he felt bad that May was interrogating you. You reached next to you to take his hand, to reassure him that everything was ok.

“They get a lot wrong, that’s for sure...” You paused for a moment, “Miss Parker, I know you don’t know me very well, but I really care about Peter. I have since the first day I met him, and I’d never do anything to hurt him. I can promise you that.”

“Aunt May.” She said slowly.

“What?” You furrowed your brows.

“You can call me Aunt May.” She smiled, and Peter’s eyes went wide. That was big, that meant she really liked you. You’d gotten the May stamp of approval, and to Peter, that meant a lot.

- - - - - 🕷 - - - - -

[hopes4gf]

Thievery and Mischief- (a descendants/marvel crossover)

After the tour, I decide to pay a little visit to my friends at Auradon Prep, Tia and Tavian, my favorite twins from Louisiana and drama club captains.

”Yo, Adri! What’s up?” Tavian says.

”Long time no see, how y’all doing?” I ask.

”Good now that there’s some peace and quiet,” Tia says, looking up towards the top of the stage.

”Not my fault you guys are so boring,” A voice says from the rafters.

I look up and see a guy with large wings, almost like a bird’s.

He stares at me, his eyes widening and suddenly he swoops down. 

“Holy crap, you’re Adri Ababwa. I’m a big fan,” The guy says now standing in front of me.

”Nice wings man,” I say.

”Thanks, I grew them myself. Mutant powers y’know?” Angel says.

”Mutants?” I ask.

”My dad is a fairy, my mom is a sorceress. I’m Angel, by the way,” He says.

”Angel...by any chance are you the Bell twins’ cousin?” I ask.

He nods.

”They talk about you all the time, I see why now,” I say.

”It’s rare to see mutants in families. Some have wings, have claws in their hands, can shapeshift, that’s probably why I look up to you,” Angel says.

”Cause I can shapeshift into a tiger?” I ask.

”Exactly,” Angel says.

Tia and Tavian stare at us confusedly.

”Power talk,” I say.

The bell rings and the twins collect their things.

”Ooh, Tia! When’s the next time your mom can make me some of her famous gumbo?” I ask.

”If you come with me now, we can stop by her restaurant,” Tia says.

I turn to Angel.

”Wanna come?” I ask.

”Sure,” Angel says.

————

After meeting Angel, I learned some things about mutants and their abilities. This lesson was pretty enlightening and made me feel like I wasn't alone with my curse.

Later, I get a call from a number I don't recognize while walking through the gardens. I pick up the phone.

"Hello?" I say through the phone.

"Hey, Adri. It's been a while," A familiar voice says through the phone.

I recognize the voice to be Stefani, or Lady Gaga through the phone.

"Oh my gosh, Stefani! It's such an honor to talk to you again," I say happily. 

I sit under the usual gossip tree to take the call.

"I know. Anyways, darling, I have a little project for you. You're someone who I love and hold dear as an artist, so I want to collaborate with you on a couple of songs for a movie I'm producing a soundtrack for," Stefani says.

"You want to collaborate with me for a motion picture soundtrack?" I ask.

"Mark Ronson is also gonna help and a couple of people from my team too. I was also looking in the credits for your album and I saw your boyfriend did the mixing for a couple of songs. I was hoping you and him might want to tag along on this," Stefani adds.

"I'm sure he would e happy to, but for now all I can say is yes to you on my own behalf. I would absolutely love to," I say with a smile.

"Great! I'll text you meeting details on Friday," Stefani says.

"Great!" I say.

I hang up the phone and giggle. I feel like screaming for joy. So many great things are happening! I guess that's what happens when you hit rock-bottom, you only go up from there. And now, everything is looking up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I walk to the gym where I find Jay with Lonnie and the rest of the fencing team.

”Take a break, boys!” Lonnie says, blowing her new captain’s whistle.

Jay spots me by the doors and walks over with a smile on his face.

”Hey, babe,” He greets.

Before he can kiss me, I put my finger over his lips.

”We have songs to write for Gaga,” I say with a smile.

Jay’s smile drops.

”Gaga? As in, Lady Gaga? Grammy award winner, Gaga?” Jay asks.

”She just called me and she wants us to write her songs for a movie,” I say.

Jay smiles widely and lifts me of the ground, hugging me tightly. 

“Jesus, why didn’t you tell me sooner? That’s great! What if we win as Oscar or a Grammy or even a Teen choice award? I’m so proud of you,” Jay rants.

I laugh at his reaction to the news.

”Why is Jay smiling like that?” Lonnie asks, coming up to us.

”We get to write music for Lady Gaga,” Jay says proudly.

Lonnie’s jaw drops.

”Congratulations! You deserve it for making such good songs for her album,” Lonnie says, patting Jay’s shoulder.

”Nah, the real mastermind is Adri. Her lyrics and her voice made the songs much more beautiful,” Jay says.

I blush softly and punch his arm shyly.

”Shut up,” I mutter.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After Jay’s practice, we follow Lonnie to Coach Jenkin’s office.

”There's my favorite captains!” Coach says.

“Oh shush, we know we’re good,” I say with a smirk.

I first bump Lonnie.

”Speaking of Captains, I got word of your schedule changes,” He says, pointing to me and Jay.

”Even though these changes have been made, I still think you’d be able to advise your teams. Especially you, Jay, since Ben is out of action,” Coach explains.

”Are you promoting me?” Jay asks.

”I’m making you Captain of the Tourney team, Jay,” Coach says.

Jay’s jaw drops.

”No way,” Jay says in shock.

“Looks like things are looking up, JJ,” I say with a smile.

Jay’s mouth morphs into a smirk.

”Damn right,” He says.

Coach gives us a soft smile.

”You guys can celebrate or something, but on Monday, I expect you all to adjust,” Coach says.

”Yeah,” We all agree.

Suddenly, the announcements go off.

”Adri Ababwa, please report to Fairy Godmother’s office,” The announcement says.

”Did you get your skateboard taken again?” Jay asks.

”How many times are you gonna get that thing confiscated?” Lonnie asks, rolling her eyes.

”It’s in my locker, chill. I have no idea,” I say, getting up from my seat.

I walk through the door and walk to the office.

I walk into the headmistress’s office and I see Mal and Ben with Fairy Godmother.

”Long time no see,” I say to Ben and Mal.

”Glad you’re here,” Ben says, hugging me.

”We called you here because Mal has a proposal for you,” Fairy Godmother explains.

“Rogers stepped down from his position,” Mal says.

My smile fades. Steve Rogers? Family friend, Avengers, Steve?

”Steve stepped down from Captain? Why?” I ask.

“He and Tony had a dispute after Voltron in Germany. I’ve tried to keep a temporary position since Uma came into the Isle, but we need more troops. I think you’d be the best for it because of your powers and experience. And plus, you're already trusted on the court,” Mal explains.

”Mal, I’d be honored to. But I have to find a way to fit it into my schedule. The only free time I have is around now,” I say.

”So, then you can clock in at 5 and finish at 8,” Ben says.

”It's an intensive training role. You’d pick up recruits, train them, and go to the dungeons,” Ben says.

”Not bad,” I think.

”Fine, I’ll do it,” I say.

”Thank you so much,” Mal says with a smile.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I walk into the base of operations and spot a familiar face. Bucky Barnes, Steve’s best friend, and newest Avenger.

”Hey, metal arm,” I joke.

”Thank god you’re here,” Bucky says, spotting me.

He gives me a side hug.

”What the hell is wrong with Steve?” I ask him.

”Steve doesn’t agree with the new laws set by Rhodes and the Marshall. Since Sokovia, they wanna add restrictions on our powers because of the explosion and because of that telekinesis girl,” Bucky says.

”I mean they did destroy the city too,” I mention.

”The reason for Tony’s nightmares,” Bucky recalls.

”He has nightmares?” I ask.

”Yeah, if Loki ever comes back, he’ll have a malfunction,” Bucky says.

”Let’s hope that his arc reactor surgery saves him,” I say.

Bucky laughs, remembering he doesn’t have a heart.

”Anyways, let me show you around. So, this is the center of the base, here we have our tanks, our fake grenades, our armory, and training center,” Bucky explains.

”And the troops?” I ask.

”I think that’s your job to cause the first commotion,” Bucky says, handing me a grenade.

”Watch this, grandpa,” I say, taking the grenade from his hands. 

I toss the grenade into a group of guys.

They all huddle near the grenade trying to cover it and push each other away.

”Hey! What the hell are you sons if bitches doing? If you see an enemy grenade, you take cover!” I yell.

”The hell is this bitch?” One of the guys asks.

”Bitch? I’m not anyone’s bitch, and for the record, I’m your new Captain,” I say.

The troops all mutter and scoff at each other.

”Go home, kid! You’re kidding yourself if you think you’re gonna train us,” Another guy says.

”What’re your names?” I ask the guys.

They both look at me like I’m dumb.

”I’m Jack. This is Lio,” Jack says.

”I’m promoting you,” I say.

They both look at each other in shock.

”Both of you are now my Lieutenants. You’re gonna spend the majority of training by my side. Whoever are Lieutenants, you’re demoted. If there’s anything I know about being a soldier, you’d fight any fight or anyone to make it to the top. As I train each of you, you must be following my direct orders only. I will watch you all carefully and see if any of you demonstrate proper soldiers' skills. That will determine if you are my second in command. New recruits will all be promoted in place of older ones. As long as you keep up with your task, you’re safe. Any bullshit, you’re out, understand?” I say.

”Yes ma’am,” The Troops say.

I grab a sword from a barrel and I throw it at Lio.

”Get to work,” I order.

The troops go to their assigned positions and Lio and Jack come towards me.

”Who the hell are y-“ Lío starts.

”Bro, that's Adri Ababwa,” Jack explains.

”The artist?” Lio asks.

“Yeah, I’m a huge fan and I’m so fucking sorry about the way I acted earlier,” Jack apologizes.

”It’s fine, I don’t take shit personally. At least anymore,” I say.

”Bruh, you called her a bitch,” Lio comments.

”Shut up,” Jack mutters.

”Listen, I can already tell you two are friends. So please make this easy for me and shut the fuck up and listen,” I say honestly.

”You know you remind me a lot of Rogers,” Jack says.

”We’re friends,” I say.

”You’re friends with Steve Rogers?” Lio asks.

”Yes, now listen up. We’re gonna do some tactical work. You’re gonna go through the grass here with your rifles, your gonna shoot three birds and bring them to me. Got it?” I order.

”Yes ma’am,” They say.

They then pick up their rifles and crouch through the grass.

They miss every shot when birds pass by. One of them lands on Lio’s head and he coos the bird. I roll my eyes at his action. Then, Jack shoots two birds at once. My eyes widen at his shot. They fall into the grass and he picks them up. Lio shoots a bird and it falls slowly.

”That's one big bird,” Lio comments. 

As it falls to the ground I notice it’s not a bird. 

“Are fucking stupid? That’s a human, not a bird!” Jack shouts. 

I run quickly under the person and they fall in my arms.

”Angel? Jesus, are you okay?” I realize.

The metal winged man winces in pain. I realize his hip is bleeding.

”Lio, what the hell is wrong with you? You shot him in the ribs,” I say.

I place him in the grass and reach for Jack’s medkit. He hands it to me and I open it up. I take a pair of tweezers and some alcohol.

”Sit still,” I advise.

I pry the bullet from his hip slowly and Angel grits his teeth from the pain. The bullet comes out cleanly and I put alcohol on the wound and wrap it up.

”Can you fly?” I ask him.

”Sure,” Angel says.

He uses his wings to fly up straight.

”Now who the fuck mistook me for a hunting duck?” Angel asks.

Jack points to Lio.

”Come on, man,” Lío says exasperatedly to Jack.

”Terrible shot,” Angel comments.

Then he takes the gun from Lio’s hand and shoots a bird. The shot is clean and the bird falls quickly to the grass.

”That's how you shoot,” Angel says, picking up the bird from the grass.

He’s good. And he’s got those wings too. 

“Hey, Angel? You got anything to do after school?” I ask him.

”No,” He scoffs.

”Would you be interested in being a troop?” I ask him.

”What?” Lio and Jack ask.

”Well, I’ve got nothing else to do,” Angel says.

I smirk and pat his shoulder.

Later, I give Angel his new uniform and make him another Lieutenant. We continue tactical shooting until sunset.

I then search the premises of the base and look at the other troops. They whisper and smirk as I pass by. Some troops, practice grenade launching, shooting positions, fencing. I think to myself:

”Maybe this is something Jay would be interested in hearing.”

I smirk to myself as I think about how successful Jay has been so far in his time in Auradon. I walk into the training center and spot Bucky talking to a troop.

”Hey, how was your first day?” Bucky asks.

”Could’ve been better, but it means progress,” I say with a soft smile.

”Good to know you’re a hard hitter instead of a soft princess. Kind of like your mom,” Bucky says.

”Don’t mention me and my mom in the same sentence, you 100-year-old soldier. That’s like putting you and Steve in the same sentence about ice,” I say, rolling my eyes.

”Shut the hell up,” Bucky says punching my arm with his regular fist.

”You ever punch me with your vibranium arm, I will kill you,” I warn.

Bucky laughs and leaves me alone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

One day at school, Angel and I decided to sit together at lunch. We talk about training and new things I could teach the troops. As we talk about ammunition I spot Jay talking to Ruby Fitzherberg, Rapunzel’s daughter. I see her pressing upon him and twirling her blonde hair. Jay uncomfortably tries to walk away.

”Oh god,” I say, rolling my eyes.

”God what?” Angel asks me.

”Jay is with Ruby,” I say.

”Ruby? The girl who slept with five guys at once? You better scoop your man before she gets him,” Angel advises.

”How do you know that?” I ask.

”What? I’m gay. Of course, I know,” Angel explains.

My eyes widen at his words.

”Huh?” I ask dumbfoundedly.

”I said what I said, I’m gay,” Angel says.

I blink in confusion and stand up from the bench. 

I walk over to Jay and Ruby and sling my arm around his shoulder. 

“Hey guys,” I say.

”Adri! Nice to see you after you dealt with Angel in the theatre,” Ruby says.

”You were there? I didn’t see you or hear your annoying voice,” I say with a smirk.

”I was just asking Jay whether or not he likes my new hair,” Ruby says flirtatiously towards Jay, ignoring my words.

”Um, it looks the same,” I say.

”That’s what I said,” Jay agrees.

”Come on, I cut it 4 inches!” Ruby says playfully hitting Jay’s arm.

”Excuse me, can you not put your hands on him?” I ask her.

”Why not?” Ruby asks.

”It’s super clear that he’s uncomfortable,” I say.

”No he’s not,” Ruby replies bitterly.

Ruby turns to Jay.

”Adri, can we go?” Jay asks.

”Gladly,” I say through gritted teeth.

I grab Jay’s arm and we walk back to my table.

”Who’s this?” Jay asks, seeing Angel.

”This is Lieutenant Angel, the guy Ruby was talking about,” I say.

”Jay. Jay Farr, I’ve heard quite a bit about you from Adri,” Jay says.

”I’ve heard a lot about you too,” Angel says.

”Anyways, you saw what I saw right?” I ask Angel.

”Um, obviously. Ruby has absolutely no self-control. Hey, I’m gay by the way and if you ever and I mean EVER dump her, you’re either getting a Louboutin heel to the face or a date with me,” Angel says.

I scoff at his remarks.

”What? He’s hot,” Angel compliments.

”Thanks, man but I have plans with this girl so...no thanks,” Jay says, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

”Like I was saying, Ruby thinks she is all preppy and cool when she’s totally out of line for that shit,” I say to Angel.

”What did she do exactly?” Jay asks, peeking in the conversation.

”She was flirting with you- anyways I try to be sane one...”

”And you’re complaining why?” Jay asks in between my words.

Angel snickers to himself. I glare at Jay.

”You. Are. Mine. End of story,” I say through gritted teeth.

Jay laughs to himself after I speak. 

“Jeez, you’re jealous! I didn’t actually think you’d slide into the conversation because of that,” Jay laughs.

”With your tendencies, it was so obvious that you were uncomfortable but when I walked over you played into it! It was so clear,” I say frustratedly.

Jay continues to laugh at my responses. I look over at Angel and rolls his eyes.

”She feels like your toying with her and she doesn’t like it,” Angel blurts out.

Jay stops laughing and his smile drops. He turns to see me.

I play with the underside of my nail, trying not to look at Jay.

”Is that true?” Jay asks.

”I don’t know. Maybe I just feel like at any moment you could be suddenly interested in some other girl who’s better than I am,” I mutter.

Jay puts a hand on my thigh and I turn to face him.

”Baby, why would I make plans with you if I didn’t love you or care about you enough to stay with you?” Jay asks.

I blush lightly and shrug.

”It’s because I think your worth every minute of my life,” Jay says sincerely.

I smile softly and I kiss his cheek.

”That's cute,” Angel says.

”Shut up,” I giggle.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A month later,

”Tell me something, boy. Aren’t you tired try to- Fuck what rhymes with that?” I sing, stopping mid-way to think.

”Void?” Stefani suggests.

”Damn it, why is it so hard to write a love song without having the word love in it?” I ask exasperatedly.

”Cause it’s impossible?” Jay suggests.

”It is possible. We’ve just got two weeks to figure it out,” Stefani says, sitting back down in her chair.

Jay puts out his hand for me to pass him the guitar.

”How about we just repeat a couple of lines?” Jay says, receiving the guitar.

“Tell me something, boy, aren’t you tired of trying to fill that void?

or do you need more?” He starts.

”Aint it hard keeping it so hardcore?”  Stefani finishes.

”Yes! That’s it,” I say, writing it down.

We’re about to finish the last song of the motion picture and we’re almost done. But the lyrics keep falling apart.

”Maybe Bradley should just come in here and help us,” I suggest.

We call in Stefani’s co-star, Bradley and he sits.

”What’s the dilemma?” He asks.

”We need more ears. So, how about it?” Jay asks.

Jay hands Bradley the guitar.

”Shit, I’ve only been in classes for a month,” Bradley hesitates.

”You can do it,” Stefani says confidently.

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Bradley starts to strum the chords of the song. I hand Stefani our brainstorm journal and they both look at our lyrics.

They sing the parts of the song effortlessly. At one part, Stefani improvises and nails the part.

They finish and Jay and I clap.

”That was movie magic at its finest! Now, let’s record it, mix it, and then off we go,” I say.

We all get up from our seats to start working on our parts.

Jay and I lay down the mixing and Bradley and Stefani record. And just for fun, Stefani plays a piano version and we end up recording that too.

Later that night, we come home absolutely exhausted.

I plop onto my dorm room bed and sigh. I look up at my ceiling and see the moonlight peeking through my curtain. The bed sinks and I turn to see Jay lying there next to me, looking at the curtains.

”Long days at work, huh?” Jay asks me.

”I took off training to do that, so, yes,” I say.

We both paused in silence for a minute.

”Hey,” Jay speaks up.

”Yeah?”

”Do you think we’ll get nominated for anything?” Jay asks.

”Probably,” I say, thinking out loud.

”You know. I’m glad you asked me to start making music with you. It’s like something I can remember about you...like our own special thing, you know?” Jay says.

”Yeah. By the way, Stefani was the one who asked for you. Not me,” I say.

”Really? I didn’t think that would ever happen,” Jay says in surprise.

I chuckle at his reaction. I turn to my side and wrap my arm around his body. He does the same, pulling me closer to his chest by gripping my waist.

”Baby, where do you see us in the next year?” Jay asks.

I furrow my brows in confusion.

”I mean. Do you think we’ll be together after senior year next year?” Jay asks.

”I mean, we’ve had no problems with our career schedules so far. Sure we had the situation with Lonnie but luckily I’m that wasn’t real,” I say.

Jay laughs at my recollection.

”I’m sorry for that,” Jay chuckles.

”I know. Anyways, I actually believe we could be traveling, making songs, doing couples interviews and photoshoots, and maybe I can have you come to Agrabah and convince my parents to help us get married?” I suggest.

”Married? You wanna marry me?” Jay asks.

”I mean, we need a new heir in the bloodline. And I don’t think Aziz wants to settle down or rule the kingdom yet,” I say.

Jay chuckles to himself for a minute. He scoops down and places a kiss on my forehead.

”Why can’t we do that now then?” Jay asks.

My eyes widen at his words. I blink twice adjusting to his reaction.

”You wanna do all that now?” I ask him.

”Why not? If that means I get to spend the rest of my life with your crazy ass? Definitely,” Jay agrees.

A smile morphs on my face and I jump up to get my phone.

I dial my mom’s number.

”Ma, it’s Adri. We’ve gotta make some plans...”

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[jar-full-of-pixel-hearts]

Suspicious

@Shatter314 request : 

could you do a f. tony one where they work close together and are secretly dating and everyone (maybe like chang and angela. or even mark) is really suspicious and they end up confronting the two of them and f. tony says something to them like "i'm sorry we didn't tell you but i just really love this girl". thank you so much and have a great day!

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F. Tony x Reader 

Space Force Netflix 

A/N : Hi ! Thank you for your request ! It was a really cute request that I have a lot of fun to write. Writting the word suspicious also make me laugh and sing the famous Don’t be suspicious don’t be suspicious of Jean-Ralphio and Mona Lisa from Park and Rec. I hope you will like it and that you let me know if it’s the case.

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You had tried to be discrets. For months now, you only have dates outside of town, text each other under nicknames on your second phones and meet in an empty locked office when everybody is busy somewhere else. But most important, F.Tony and you have mastered the art of turning from lovers to professionals, as much as a social media manager and his assistant can be, in a bat of an eye.

At least, you thought had been discreet.  

Making your way to the office of F. Tony, your phone in your hands, giving a last look at the promotional picture of the astronauts. You push the door, expecting him to be at his morning meeting with the General Naird. It’s that why you gasp so loudly, when you find yourself into his arms at the minute you had pushed the door. In a fluid move,produced by a thousand of similar reunion, you closed the door that he quickly locks before returning his hands to your waist. His hungry mouth only leaves yours for only a few seconds before coming back for more. His tongue joining yours as you breath was becoming more quicker. 

“ Fuck Tony ! what are you doing, we will be caught…” You laugh, still welcoming his lips on yours, his masculin scents making you sense dizzy. 

“ No we don’t, they’re all at these important meetings about a war simulation and I tell them I have important things to do before joining them “ He explained, caressing with his fingers the back of your neck , sending thrills along your spine. “ Your hair looks nice today... is that a new perfume ?“ 

“ Thank you, tie looks really more nicer on you than on that mannequin and no, that's my regular perfume. But as your assistant I have to inform you that kissing me isn’t sadly at the top of your priority list for today. “ You playfully tell, trying to take your professional voice as his hand came back on your waist, pressing your body against his as he was now kissing your neck. 

“ It should. Put it on the top of the list,between my coffee and read the tweet of the day.”  He smiles, kissing you with a little bit more passion as you tried to step back, making you close your eyes and grip his suit jacket to keep your balance. 

“ Aww I come before the morning tweets, that’s such an honor ! “ You smile, trying to regain your breath before gasping at the feeling of his mouth leaving an hickey. “ Fuck Tony no ! I cross the path of people before coming here, they will discover us !” 

“ I made it so tiny they will not see it, promise “ He replied, falling badly at looking sorry. A huge Cheshire cat grin eating his face “ Your phone is ringing” 

“ I noticed thank you ! “ You reply, trying to be mad without success. 

Taking your smartphone, releasing yourself from your boyfriend's arms, you started to walk in the office, taking notes on the unused notepad on the desk, falling quickly back into your professional assistante self.

“ I have to go, we have a problem with the picture of the Chimp, Facebook tags it as if it was P.O.T.U.S… see you at lunch ? “ You ask, kissing his lips in a quick kiss before being brought back with a laugh. 

“Wait, they want me to be the press at the war...you know I will maybe not come back “ He joked, playing you the whole goodbye to the war scene, low voice and puppy eyes included. “ Can I request a kiss before facing a possible death “ 

Rolling your eyes, still amused, you pass your arms around his neck, passionately kiss him, letting him panting and smiling. 

“ See you tonight, I count on you to come back to me in one piece “ You joke, passing the door of the office, yourself still dizzy from the kiss.

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“ Y/N, I think your necklace had a knock...wait...is that an hickey ?” Angela asked you, while you were sitting side by side at the table, eating your lunch, as she was waiting at the order to go to the fake battle.

Putting your hand abruptly on the incriminating mark, you nervously try to brush it off, taking a bite of your sandwich. 

“ A hickey ? Don’t be ridiculous, it’s probably a bruise I make myself I don’t know how. “ You protest. 

“ No no, that really looks like a hickey, girl... where do you get that, you didn’t seem to have it this morning when we talked…” Angela suspiciously tells, narrowing his eyes at you, a marvelous smirk appearing on his lips. 

“ Pretty sure I did it while brushing my hair, I had this knock I had a hard time to untangle “ You lie, nervosity making you lose your appetite “ I should go back to work, I have this problem with a chimp picture…see you later Angela…” 

Finishing to pack your lunch, leaving the cafeteria in a hurry, not sure of being able to lie more to your friend. you didn’t notice the strange look the Captain Ali and Dr Chang ,sat at the next table, exchange behind your back. 

The suspicion on F.Tony and you wasn’t new. Once a while, Angela, Chang and others had noticed some odd detail who could have raised eyebrows. But, without any proof, they preferred to shut their mouths.

Until the end of that day. 

You were looking at our feet, waiting for the general Naird to stop doing the hundred steps in front of his desk. Sat at your side, F. Tony still in his black multi pockets suit and hat, was trying to make an approach on the general. 

“ My General, is everything okay ? We’re here because we won and you want us to do some kick ass publication ?” He asked, giving you a side look, trying to silently calm you.

“ Not exactly F.Tony. I prefer to know why my press agent had killed one of my soldiers by mistake while reading a text message from his assistant. Text message suggesting that you did something wrong. I quote : ( They know . I told you they will discover us. )Let’s be clear here. I know that you clearly aren’t spies. But by what I heard, you disappear at the same time, have meetings behind lock doors and Dr. Mallory swore to see F. Tony coming back from one of these meetings with lips way too pink to be natural. “ He said, doing the little guillemet gesture with his fingers. “ Do you realize what your action could look like for an agent coming from outside of the base not knowing your expert in Bullshit and read that text ! “ 

“ I can explain” You start, not exactly sure of what you will say.

“ No, no need Y/N. I’m not stupid, i’m married. But for fuck sake, you’re both trying to send boots to he moon and you act like two spies in a military base. Your little secret adventure could have put you both in deep shit, you know that ! Did you realise that ?! They can ask me to fire you , for good this time F.Tony !”

Watching your eyes coming back to your feet, F.Tony lift his hand. 

“ General wait, i'm sorry we didn't tell you but it’s not a stupid little adventure. I just really love this girl okay !" The man confesses, taking your hand in his,making you bite your lips as your heart was beating faster “ I realise that we had made a mistake by doing all this a big secret and looking suspicious, but I take the blame. I felt for her from the days that she put a foot in my office with her big ideas and pretty eyes, the day that she show me that she was understand me ...and she worth way more than that but I try to be worthy of her every fucking day...so General Naird if you have to shout at somebody it’s at me,not her. But come on Mark...arem, General, you know that feeling...what the need to put a blame on that situation...“ 

“ It’s really honorable of you Fuck Tony.For the first part at least. I respect that “ Mark replied, an expression of surprise on his face you didn’t often see while he was speaking to your boyfriend. “ But from now on, for fuck sake, both of you, stop acting like horny teens in my base. Go, get out of my office.” 

Getting up off your chair, still shaken by the little speech of F.Tony, you follow him outside, stepping at the elevator as he was keeping the door open.  

“F... You mean it ? “ You ask, ignoring the flow of soldiers and officers who were pushing you to come in.

“ Of course I mean it, I could tweet it if you like... “

Smiling, you cupped his jaw in your hands, crashing your lips on his, kidnapping his mouth in a delicious kiss making him release the door. 

“ Y/N, we’re surrounded with people…” He whispers, smiling against your soft lips. 

“ Blame it on the fact that I love you too “ You smile, taking your place at his side, ignoring the obvious look of the military spacemen.

As his discret victorious "Yes" echoed in the elevator, you couldn't stop smiling. 

For the day on, you had tried to stay professional. Even if the news that you were in fact a couple had traveled in the base like a forest fire. But, once a while, mostly when F. Tony was following the General to D.C, it was still possible to catch you behind a locked door, having one of your lovely reunions.

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[appleschloss]

A Stuckyony, Stardew Valley AU

*ahem*

Jarvis and Ana owned a farm in a small town called Brooklyn. Jarvis had been around when Tony was growing up and considered him to be like a son to him, and Tony saw Jarvis as a father figure as well.

When Jarvis and Ana were too old to care for the farm anymore, they moved away. Jarvis gifted it to Tony, but Tony didn't take him up on it right away, instead storing the deed and the key to the old farm house in his safe.

When Jarvis passes, Tony remembers the deed. He and his dad haven't been getting along (they never really did) so he opens up the safe and decides he's gonna cut ties with his dad and go live on this farm.

(Howard laughs "A *farm*?? You'd never last a day working in the fields!"

"Fuck you, fuck the company, I *can* make it and I will!" (quieter, once Howard's left the room) "yes Mom, I'm sorry. I'll write, I promise.")

He gets there and wanders into the main part of town, looking a little lost. Fury, the grumpy but loved mayor, and Steve, the local carpenter, both notice him at the same time and go over and ask if he needs help.

When he explains that "J-.... My father, Jarvis, left me a farm that he used to run here? He passed on recently and I was wanting to check it out-"

Fury just nods. "Of course, Steve here has kept the house in well enough shape. Let me show you where it's at."

They get there and when Tony makes a slight face at the state of the farm, Steve rushes in to assure him he's down to help him out. "If you ever need anything built, or need help with resources,  my shop is just up north a ways."

(Tony was pretty sure Steve could rip logs in half with his bare hands, with the way his muscles were bulging through his plaid shirt, but he tried to push that thought down as soon as it popped up)

Tony finds some old tools Jarvis left behind and is relieved to note the building is still sparsely furnished. He could spruce it up later, this looked good for now.

He's determined to make this life work and spends all day working on de-weeding and clearing out some of the land to plant the seeds the local store owner (he thinks his name was Clint) left him. When he realizes some of his tools aren't quite up for the job, he grabs the map Fury left with him and goes off to try and find the blacksmith.

After crossing over the small river that ran through town, Tony heard the tell-tale sounds of a forge and hammer. He headed over and saw the darkened brick building and pushed open the door, peering inside. He sees a brunette with his hair pulled back in a bun, wearing a sleeveless shirt. His muscles were rippling as he swung his hammer down onto some molten steel, shaping he pickaxe expertly. Tony had to stop himself from drooling. (What was with this town and producing unfairly attractive men??)

Tony cleared his throat. “U-Um… excuse me?”

The man turned to look at him, and that's when Tony noticed that his other arm was made of metal. His eyes widened only slightly, (primarily in awe), but he quickly looked back into the man’s eyes. “I was told this was the blacksmith… I was curious about what kind of tool upgrades you offered?”

Turns out the man’s name was Bucky, and he was Steve’s best friend. He was happy to explain the process to Tony and how much the materials and everything would cost him. “If you’re feelin real adventurous, you could go grab the stuff from the mines yourself!” Bucky says with a laugh. He was joking, never expecting anyone to want to do that, but then, a week later, he ran into Tony when he was out collecting resources himself, and something about seeing him down in the mines, chipping away at an ore of iron *did something* to Bucky’s heart. 

Tony hates the farm at first, but spite is a powerful weapon, and every time he feels like giving up Howard’s voice pops back into his head and laughs at him, making him scowl and double down and work even harder.

Of course, this lands him in the local doctor’s office a handful of times, from overworking himself.

The first time, Steve had been coming by to check on him, and offer up some advice on how to make some things to make the farm look better, when he saw Tony collapse on the ground. He immediately scooped him up and rushed him to Bruce.

Bruce “Tony, hi, yes, nice to finally meet you. I was hoping it’d be under better circumstances but you passed out from heat exhaustion.”

Tony (immediately trying to get out of bed) “I’m totally fine. I can last another couple hours. Passing out isn’t quitting!”

Bruce “Wait- No one said it was, Tony your body literally isnt used to this kind of work, you have to pace yourself to build up stamina. *Tony-*”

[galacticjs]

The Maximoff Triplets

Summary: title is pretty self-explanatory, set during Age of Ultron.

Warnings: None.

Word count:  853

When you and your siblings agreed to undergo experiments and join HYDRA, you all had no idea how it would have turned out. It resulted in Wanda having various abilities, Pietro was now able to move at supersonic speeds and you were able to manipulate electricity and metal. But soon you had escaped HYDRA and joined Ultron. 

“I’m not sure about this...” you whispered to your brother, who was walking next to you at the time.     

“None of us are.” he replied. The three of you were making your way to the Novi Grad Church to supposedly meet Iron Man himself. And soon enough you had reached the abandoned church and cautiously entered. You were greeted with a large hooded figure who sat on a chair in the center of the building facing away from you.                                        

 “Talk.” Wanda spoke, “And if you’re wasting our time--” she was interrupted. 

“Did know this church is in the exact center of the city? The elders decreed it so that everyone could be equally close to God. I like that. The geometry of belief. You’re wondering why you can’t look inside of my head,” The figure spoke. You knew that Tony Stark didn’t sound like that, who was this? The three of you were just as confused as the other.                         

“Sometimes it’s hard. But sooner or later, every man shows himself.”

The figure than stood up causing the fabric that was covering them to fall to ground. This was not the man in a metal suit you were expecting, in fact this was just metal: a robot. Yourself and Wanda took a couple steps back at the sight of this robot that loomed over you.                                                           

“Oh, I’m sure they do. But you needed something more than a man. That’s why you let Stark take the scepter.”                                                                 

“We weren’t expecting...” you spoke before Wanda interrupted.                       

“But I saw Stark’s fear, I knew it would control him, make him self-destruct.”

Then Ultron went on about his views on the world. You were particularly confident in what the robot was saying. There had to be something more sinister behind this. After a while, you had all decided to go with Ultron where he showed you more robots of himself. Pietro told the robot told your story and when he mentioned Stark’s name, Wanda’s eyes glowed red for a short while and your hands produced tiny sparks of electricity.

-~-~-~-~-~-

“Ah, Junior. You’re gonna break your old man’s heart.” You turned around to see who the voice belonged to. Tony Stark. He was in his suit and was slowing flying down to floor of the boat. 

“If I have to.” Ultron replied. The two of them began a small conversation, in which Captain America an Thor got involved. After a short while Ultron spoke up once more when asked what the Vibranium was for, “I’m glad you asked that, because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan.” And with that, Ultron made his first attack on Stark. And when he was down, you felt the need to use your powers to destroy his suit. However, Ultron must have known as he said to you “Leave Stark to me unless absolutely necessary.”

Eventually one of Ultron’s robots said it was time for some mind games, so Wanda went to try and do what she was told. In the meantime, you hurried towards Pietro who was sitting down on the floor looking rather exhausted.     

“Pietro, are you alright?” you asked whilst helping him to his feet.                   

“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go.” He picked you up and together you got the remaining avengers down so Wanda could work her magic with ease...

-~-~-~-~-~-

You were absolutely destroying the robots. You were crushing them, pulling out their insides or decapitating their metal limbs with your powers. The city was now flying up into the sky and you were fighting an army of robots, nothing made sense. You could hear Pietro and Wanda talking through your in-ear and Wanda saying she’ll protect the core, you drowned their conversation out as you wanted to concentrate on what you were doing. 

And all of a sudden, you felt empty. Like all the light in this world had been encased by darkness. Like you’ve just lost one of your siblings. You couldn’t see them but you just knew. You fell to the floor, killing all the robots around you in process, as you let out a saddening cry. 

-~-~-~-~-~-

Ultron. You knew from the beginning, the moment you first met the evil robot, you knew that he was no good. Maybe if you had just stuck to your instinct maybe, just maybe, Pietro would still be here today. Back in Sokovia, yourself and Wanda had both killed the remaining Ultron as he told you both that you would die if you were to stay. To which you both replied in sync:

“We just did.”

[themusicplayedherlife]

Take a Chance (Domesticity)

pairings: steve rogers x reader

word count: 2k+

warnings: fluff, like legitimately pure fluff

a/n: this has been in my drafts for a while now, but I hadn’t felt comfortable posting it until now lol @forevans gave me the idea of writing a chapter that had more to do with steve and reader rather than them and the baby, and hopefully I did this justice ;w; anyway, let me know what you guys think!

summary: steve rogers and you go to the farmer’s market and steve enjoys his time with you.

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“Go away.”

He chuckles when you pull the comforter back over your head. “Come on, it’s time to get up. You said you’d come with me.” 

He’s come to learn you’re not much of a morning person since you’ve moved in—waking up late on the weekends and barely waking up on time for the weekdays. He just didn’t know it would be this hard to wake you up. It’s like fighting with a toddler to eat their vegetables. He wonders if Shrimp is going to have your stubbornness or his? Maybe a mix of both? Or right in the middle? 

“This early?” comes your muffled reply from under the blanket. “On a Saturday?”

“Yes,” he says, patting the lump that he hopes is either your leg or your back, if he’s touched you anywhere else, he’s afraid you might rip his arm out of his socket. “Come on. You said you wanted fresh flowers from a local florist, and you agreed when I gave you the details.”

“Is Bucky coming with us?” you ask. “If he is, I’m not going.”

He chuckles, knowing exactly why you’re asking. Any time Bucky comes over to pick him up for their Sunday jogs, you would complain about their combined high energies being too much for you. And Bucky takes full advantage of it, enjoying annoying grumpy you in the mornings, knowing that you wouldn’t give him the same reaction after you're more awake. “He’s not, I promise.”

The lump moves and you drag down the comforter. He’s greeted by your adorable face scrunched up and eyes narrowed in his direction. You’re trying to be intimidating but it’s cuter than anything and he can’t help but chuckle. He doesn’t stop laughing, not when you get up and shoot him another glare over your shoulder, or when you peek your head out of the bathroom to tell him off.

Yeah. He definitely wouldn’t mind if they had your stubbornness.

The morning wind whips around them--it’s full of sweets and fresh flowers, and local cuisines. In the distance, a guitar plays its song, accompanied by a smooth crooning voice. Maybe he should take you after a little bit of shopping to check it out, it'd be a good break.

“How are there so many people here already?” you mumble, maneuvering around the crowds of people picking out fresh produce, a few bartering with the vendors. 

He looks back at you and sees you falling behind, and he can’t have that. He holds his hand out for you to take, and you look up at him, eyeing him warily.

“I’m not going to hold your hand like a child, Steve.”

He wants to protest, remind you that you’ve held hands more than once and you’ve never seem to mind before, but that’d probably spike your need to wave him away. He settles on rolling his eyes and shoving his hand in your direction once more. You stare at it for a moment longer, and finally your fingers smooth over his, and without missing a beat, his fingers slip through yours. 

Your hand is small in his, warm and soft; fingers always seem to rest between his so easily, no fussing or fighting, always natural. 

Tugging you closer with a gentle pull, he leads you over to the general area he knows the florists to usually set up in.

You’re mumbling something under your breath—Spanish, again. He’s definitely going to have to brush up on his high school Spanish. Maybe Bucky and Tony would be willing to take some classes with him, or maybe he can ask your sister or mom to help him? And isn’t there a bookstore around here? He can probably find some language books while you're both here. Getting some toddler books would be nice too.

It’s not hard to find the stall he was looking for—it’s bigger compared to the others, full of varieties and even out of season flowers. He spots the familiar faces of Doreen Green and her mother behind the stall, wrapping up bouquets and greeting customers with their friendly smiles.

“Is that really a squirrel wearing a pink bow and handing out flowers,” he hears you ask, confusion and disbelief laced in your words. 

He follows your line of vision and spots Doreen’s red squirrel handing buyers orange flowers, every single person thanking the little thing and leaving with a wide smile. It’s practically the reason their stall is so popular. “It is,” he confirms. “Her name is Tippy-Toe.”

Without any warning, you’re dragging him over to Tippy Toe, a barely concealed squeal leaving your lips. You’re gushing over the squirrel who seems to be thrilled by your attention, handing you one of the orange flowers. 

Doreen finishes with a customer when she notices him, her brown eyes growing wide. “Mom, Steve’s here with a girl!”

He flushes at the sudden attention from the people around them and Doreen, but he should’ve known this would’ve happened. He just wishes it hadn’t. Thankfully, you’re too busy making cooing noises at Tippy Toe to pay any attention to them.

Her mom pauses in wrapping up a bouquet and hands it off to an employee to make her way over to you and him, a wide smile on her face. “Would you look at that? Stevie! And who is this lovely lady?”

Tippy Toe moves away from you to jump onto Doreen’s arm and climbs up to perch herself onto her shoulder, briefly hiding in her dirty blonde hair before poking out again. 

You snap your gaze to Doreen and her mom and introduce yourself.

“My fiancé,” Steve adds on, ignoring the bewildered stares thrown his way.

Doreen is the first to react, squealing happily and scaring Tippy Toe off her shoulder and back onto the table. “Oh my gosh! Congratulations!”

You clear your throat. “Thank you?”

“Oh! I’m so happy for both of you,” the older woman says, clapping her hands together, “This is such good news! Is this why we haven’t seen much of your mother, Steve?”

He squeezes your hand gently. “Yes, she’s been helping with the wedding and everything.”

“Hey, boss, I brought back some of those shrimp tacos you like so much,” an employee interrupts. “Brought back some veggie tacos for you, Doreen.”

They thank him in unison as the employee places two trays down and away from prying eyes, but it’s too late. You’ve already caught a whiff of them and Steve can practically see you salivating. “Those smell so good.”  

“Oh, would you like one?” Her mom offers, but you shake your head.

“No, no, it’s okay.” You turn to him unsure. “But, uh, do you mind if we get some after this?”

He can’t help but laugh. “Didn’t we just have oatmeal with strawberries?”

“Yeah, but I’m eating for two now, Steve. And Shrimp loves shrimp!” Oh, he knows. He’s already picturing all the weird cravings you’re going to get later in the pregnancy. Shrimp with chocolate? Maybe with mayo? 

A gasp cuts off his laugh, his eyes snapping in the direction of Doreen and her mom.

Doreen leans forward on the table, her eyes wide as she pleads with you and him, “Can I babysit for you guys when the baby is born? I promise you I’m really good with babies! There’s this couple from Harlem who always ask me to babysit their little girl, Dani, and if you guys need references I can totally ask them for one and—“

Her mom guffaws, reeling her back.“Woah, there, Dori, their baby hasn’t even been born yet!”

She takes a deep breath and exhales. “Sorry, just got really excited.”

You giggle, the sound bubbling out of your throat, surprising him. “If we’re ever in need of a babysitter we’ll keep you in mind.”

Doreen flashes you a wide smile and she gasps again. “You guys wanted to buy some flowers, right? What can we get for you?”

It doesn’t take long for them to make your requested bouquet, and when he’s about to pay, they wave him away. “As a congratulatory gift!” They had said, sending you off on your way, but not without another flower from Tippy Toe and a “don’t forget to invite us to the wedding!” from Doreen as you walk away.

“They’re sweet,” you say, lifting the arrangement of flowers to your nose. “Maybe we can hire them for the wedding?”

You say it so quietly that he almost convinces himself he hadn’t heard you correctly. But the quickening of his pulse and your uncharacteristic shy smile is proof that he did. This is probably the first time you’ve taken the initiative to think about something for the wedding without someone asking you to. It’s almost like… like you’re actually looking forward to that day.

You turn to him, eyebrows furrowed and lips down turned. “What?”

His lips curl up and widen as he takes your hand, shaking his head. “Nothing. Come on.”

“Weirdo,” you mumble, but you squeeze his hand and the two of you continue down the rows of stalls.

Arms laden with flowers, fresh fruits and vegetables, and sweet honey, you look for a place to sit and eat your tacos. He watches as you hum and eat, a chuckle escaping his lips before he can stop himself. You blink up at him mid bite.

“Sorry, you just make the tacos look appetizing,” he explains.

“They’re pretty good,” you tell him with a shrug; then you’re offering him the taco, one hand pinching the ends of the tortillas together and the other hand under it to stop any of the filling from falling onto the table. “Want a bite?”

Steve blinks and you nudge the taco forward again, enough for him to take a bite of it—the corn tortilla melts in his mouth, the shrimp and cabbage coated in seasoning and some kind of dressing ignite his taste buds—it’s spicy, but not unbearable, just enough to make his tongue tingle pleasantly. “It is pretty good!” He answers your expectant gaze, mouth still full with the bite he took.

“Told you!” You grin triumphantly and pull the taco away to finish it off without much thought.

He doesn’t know why that causes heat to rise to his cheeks or why his heart thumps harshly against his rib cage. He’s seen you share food like this with Vicky and your sister, sometimes even your mom, and Natasha and Wanda. But you’ve never shared food with him like this. So… why?

He doesn’t get to think about it too much with a voice calling his name. “Steve!” 

A familiar face greets him with a smile and a wave, and Steve hops onto his feet excitedly. “Clint! Hey! When did you get back?”

“Hey, man!” Clint greets him. “About two days now!” 

Before they can hug, a Labrador retriever jumps on him with an excited bark.

It takes all of his strength to keep upright. “Lucky! Hey, boy!” It takes a couple of pats and smooches to get Lucky to sit, but then he catches sight of you and tugs Clint forward, surprising both of them.

You’re quick to crouch. “Hey, there,” you coo, running your fingers through Lucky’s fur, and you let out a laugh when he surges forward to lick your cheek.

Clint’s eyes shift from you to him in surprise.

He rubs the back of his neck as you stand. “Uh, Clint, this is my fiancé,” he introduces you and then turns to you who is staring at his friend with curiosity. “This is Clint Barton a friend from college.”

“Nice to meet you,” you greet him politely, offering him your hand, but you’re taken aback when Clint wraps you up in a hug instead.

He grins at the bewildered expression on your face when he releases you. “I’m a hugger,” he explains. “Congrats. I’m invited to the wedding, right?”

“Of course,” he reassures his friend after a nod from you. “Why didn’t you tell us you were back?”

“Was waiting to settle in before I got in contact with everyone.”

“He moved to California after graduation,” he clarifies to you when he sees the confusion on your face.

You tilt your head in response, leaning back down to pet Lucky. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Clint confirms. “Lived in Sacramento for work.”

“Oh,” you perk up. “I’ve been there a couple of times.”

“Really? Did you ever go to…” Steve watches on as you and Clint start naming places from Sacramento, and warmth spreads in his chest seeing you get along so well with another close friend of his. 

As he and Clint catch up, you occasionally pay more attention to Lucky than their conversation. The dog sits at your side cheerfully as you run your fingers through his coat, tongue lolling out of his mouth. You both look pretty content.

Clint grins at him—a wild grin. One he recognizes from their time in college. It usually meant trouble.

“What?” He asks warily.

He only shakes his head, but his grin remains the same. “Nothing. You just look happy.”

Steve relaxes. “Yeah?”

Clint’s eyes narrow fondly, nodding. “Haven’t seen you like that since you volunteered to help design and paint that preschool mural in our third year. Remember that?”

He chuckles. “Yeah, I remember.” How could he forget? He had been excited when the organizer, an old classmate of his, approached him with the offer. It was the last time he got to paint before he met you.

“Have you been painting lately? Or too busy trying to build a sentient robot?”

Steve laughs, his hand falling onto his chest at Clint’s words. “Is that what you think we’re doing?”

“You never know with Tony.”

“I see your point.” Lately Tony has been working on an AI for the office and for home use with more use than SIRI and Alexa, so if he really put the effort in to it, Tony could probably build a sentient robot if he wanted. Thankfully, he won’t. Steve’s eyes once more stray over to you and Lucky, your face practically stuffed into his golden fur as you give him back scratches. His lips twitch. “But yeah, started a project recently.” He wonders if you’re going to like his surprise.

Clint’s watch beeps and Lucky is immediately on alert. “It’s time for us to go.” He stands and Lucky trots to his side obediently. “It was nice seeing you again,” he says to him before turning to you. “And it was nice meeting you.” You smile at him and agree. “Let’s get together soon!” he says, turning his back on you both and calls for Lucky—the two of them jogging back to their home.

He hums. “We should get going too. Unless you want to walk around a bit more?”

You shake your head and smile at him. “I think we have everything we need.”

The two of you walk back to the car, arms full with everything you chose at the market, but he still keeps one hand free to hold yours.

“We should get a dog,” he says absentmindedly, his mind suddenly alight with the image of you and your interactions with Tippy Toe and Lucky. “Adopt one like Clint.”

You laugh, eyeing him. “Is a baby not enough for you?”

He chuckles, swinging your arms back and forth as you walk back to the car. “We don’t need to get a dog now, but maybe later? Once Shrimp is old enough. They could be best friends, look out for one another.”

You purse your lips, thinking it over before your face melts into a smile. “That sounds nice. I’d like that.”

His face mimics yours, and he can feel his lips twitching as they move into a wide grin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirm, squeezing his hand.

[fand0mfancies]

Came across this on Tumblr a few days ago, it amused me for a couple of hours or more, filling it in, while watching QI.

 Fandom Questions

 1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?

Star Trek: Voyager, I suppose at least for reading. Started writing with Stargate SG-1.

 2. What is your latest fandom?

I dip in and out of lots of fandoms on and off, the most recent ‘pick up’ is Ballam from Eastenders, I don’t watch soaps, but Robron and Ballam both appear a good bit on my tumblr, so I eventually gave in to checking them out via fic and youtube – thank god for youtube, lol! I still don’t watch soaps, but I watch those storylines!

 3. What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in?

Gosh, that’s... actually no that’s really easy. Primeval. For anyone not familiar, it’s a ‘silly little dinosaur show’ produced in the UK. It had 4 short seasons, with a somewhat revolving main cast – although they managed to keep 3 of them through all 4 seasons – but the fandom was/is amazing. I made life long friends through the fandom and even though I don’t write much any more I still read some and still talk with those people.

 4. Do you regret getting involved in any fandoms?

I would say no. I can’t say every fandom has always been amazing – ship wars anyone! – but mostly fandom has been a very positive experience in my life.

 5. Which fandoms have your written fanfiction for?

How long have you got... in genuinely no particular order (basically as they came to me) Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, Star Trek (TNG, DS9, Voy, Ent & Reboot Movies), Marvel, Kingsman, Person of Interest, Due South, Quantum Leap, Firefly, Buffy/Angel verse, Harry Potter, The Sentinel, Torchwood(/Doctor Who), Hawaii Five-0, Shadowhunters, Sherlock, Primeval, Emmerdale (Robron), NCIS, CSI (Vegas, NY & Miami), White Collar, Empire Records, Bull, Diagnosis Murder, MacGyver (the original), 1-800-Missing, CHAOS, Without a Trace, M*A*S*H, Charmed, Queer as Folk (US), Will & Grace, Bring it On, Nash Bridges, Magnificent 7 (TV series), House, Babylon 5 – I think I got them all... a few of those were one time only deals, but a lot of them have more (anywhere from 2-52 (or more still!) ranging from 100 word drabbles, to thousands of words – hey I’ve been writing fic for 21 years... you tend to amass a lot of fandoms...

 6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

Oh geez, here we go, lol! Okay...

 Stargate SG-1: Jack O’Neill/Daniel Jackson

Stargate Atlantis: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard

Star Trek: Elim Garak/Julian Bashir, Chakotay/Tom Paris, Jonathan Archer/Malcolm Reed, James Kirk/Spock – I don’t particularly have an ‘otp’ in TNG, the couple I’ve written were Picard/Data, I’ve also dabbled reading Data/Gordi)

Marvel: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Kingsman: Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin

Person of Interest: Harold Finch/John Reese

Due South: Benton Fraser/Ray K

Quantum Leap: Sam/Al

Firefly: Malcolm Reynolds/Simon Tam

Buffy/Angel Verse: Buffy/Giles, Angel/Spike, Xander/Spike, Willow/Tara

Harry Potter: Harry/Draco, Harry/Hermione, Harry/Hermione/Draco

The Sentinel: Jim/Blair

Torchwood: Jack/Ianto

Hawaii Five-O: Steve/Danno

Shadowhunters: Magnus/Alec

Sherlock: Sherlock/John, Mycroft/Lestrade

Primeval: Nick Cutter/Stephen Hart, James Lester/Hilary Becker Emmerdale: Robert Sugden/Aaron Dingle

NCIS: Gibbs/DiNozzo CSI: Nick Stokes/David Hodges, Mac/Danny, Horatio/Speed White Collar: Neal/Peter/Elizabeth

Empire Records: Joe/Lucas

Bull: Benny/Jason

Diagnosis Murder: Steve/Jesse

 I’ve left a few out where I don’t have particular OTPs

 7. List your NoTPs from each fandom you’ve been in.

Here we go again... lol!

 Stargate SG-1: Jack/Sam, I just... no. I’ve read a few where it’s a background or secondary pairing, but it always makes me wince a bit. I’ve read a few with Sam/Daniel as a secondary pairing that didn’t make me react that way and I’ve read Sam with other characters, but Jack/Sam just is a nope for me.

Stargate Atlantis: McKay/Keller – no, just no. that was horrible. She treated him like... awfully, trying to change him to suit her, just... no.

Marvel: Contentious, but Tony/Pepper, also Peter Parker/Tony Stark. Maybe because I saw the movies before I ever looked at the comics, but meh.

Due South: Benton Fraser/Ray V – again, contentious, but honestly I think Ray V was kind of a shit friend to Fraser.

Firefly: Anything with Jayne. No really, I just can not stand the character. I spent most of the series wanting to punch him in the face and sometimes you get characters you love to hate, but I just hated him.

Buffy/Angel Verse: Buffy/Spike, Willow/Kennedy

Harry Potter: Ron/Hermione, Ron/Harry, Harry/Ginny... basically, Ron and Ginny should just be loveless hermits who live by themselves. Ok, no, that isn’t fair... but as much as Ron was Harry’s first friend, he was selfish and bitter and Ginny/Harry just... never sat right with me. Ron literally says she spent ‘all summer talking about’ Harry, when she’d met him for all of three seconds. She didn’t know him. It always felt like she fell more in love with the *idea* of Harry Potter, than Harry Potter himself.

Sherlock: Sherlock/Molly, he’d eat her for breakfast. Serious, she’d never survive him.

Primeval: Oliver Leek and anyway. Arg. Creepy little dude is creepy and evil.

NCIS: Ziva/DiNozzo – ugh, just no.

 Again, I’ve left out ones where I don’t have particular NoTPs

 8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom?

Tumblr, god damned bitches posting gifs of pretty boys falling in love, roped me in!

 9. What are the best things about your current fandom?

I dabble in several fandoms at once... but if we go by ‘most recently picked up’ as ‘current’ we’re talking Ballum, which hey, it’s always fun to have an actual canon pairing be my OTP, that’s rare for me, lol.

 10.  Is there a fandom you read fic from but don’t write in?

Well (so far) I haven’t written any Ballum. (I say so far, because I’m a realist, lol). I rarely read in fandoms and not end up writing in them at some point. Although I have probably dabbled in a few I’ve not written for, but if I read it with any sort of consistency, I mostly end up writing it. I am weak!

  Ship Questions for your Current Fandom

 11. Who is your current OTP?

Okay, so that list above, just basically go with that. While I do drop in and hour of fandoms and some I certainly read in more than others, I do tend to go back to fandoms... If we were talking about what I’m mostly focused on writing atm... Steve/Tony, Mycroft/Lestrade, Harry/Draco and Robron are ones I’m currently working on most.

 12. Who is your current OT3?

I’m not currently writing anything that’s OT3 with any real focus. I have a couple of Neal/Peter/Elizabeth WiPs that I will at some point finish, but they aren’t a big focus just now. I did recently read a fabulous Neal/Peter/Elizabeth fic that’s been on my tbr list for ages.

 13. Any NoTPs?

Just... see above, lol!

 14. Go on, who are your BroTPs?

Harry Hart/Merlin, those two are Bro’s until the end and I will fight you on this. Also, Eggsy/Roxy! OMG they are such a BroTP! And Tony/Pepper/Rhodey – I may no like Tony/Pepper as a pairing, but I love them as best friends and of course, our Rhodes, because again, I will fight you on this, they are awesome and Tony needs his best friends!

 15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?

I’m not sure there is. I suppose I’ve read a few fics for some random pairings over the years, but nothing that’s made me really ship-ship them. I like Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes, after seeing it as a secondary pairing in a Steve/Tony fic, but I’ve seen that pop up a few times since, so maybe it won’t stay obscure for long!

 16. Are their any popular ships in your fandom which you dislike?

Jack/Sam, Tony/Pepper, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Buffy/Spike – they all seem to be het pairings, oops. But I am mostly a slash fic reader/writer, so I suppose that’s not too surprising.

 17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite?

Jack/Daniel from Stargate SG-1. I still love them. I still read them, although it has been a while since I’ve written them on their own (I have got some SG-1/SGA x-overs where they feature)

 18. What ship have you written the most about?

I’m genuinely not sure... without going and counting (and I’m not going any counting!) I’d guess Jack/Daniel, McKay/Sheppard, Jack/Ianto and Steve/Danno.

 19. Is there a ship which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them?

No, not that I can think off. I either like it or not. I do occasionally feel bad for not reading a fic if it’s an author I really like, but I don’t read that fandom or pairing, but nothing specific.

 20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking?

Robron and Ballum, lol. I do not do soaps!

  Author Questions

 21. What was the first fanfic you ever wrote?

 Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel, a story called The Dare, The Disaster, The Almost Happy Ending, And The Very Happy Ending – it was awful. Don’t go looking, lol!

 22. Is there anything you regret writing?

Don’t we all? No, I wouldn’t specifically say so. There are certainly fics, especially older ones, I wish I could have written better, but nothing I’d go, ugh I should never have done that.

 23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.

Uh... honestly that’s really hard. I... um... yeah, I don’t know, really. I wrote a nice little flower one in POI that I felt worked rather beautifully. The Language of Flowers. An I wrote an SGA fic for NaNo a few years ago, called A Different Life, but it’s not online, because I didn’t finish it yet and I knew I wasn’t going to finish it any time soon, so I didn’t feel it was fair to leave it up unfinished (there is a reason I don’t read WiP fics and I don’t post them either, because I know how much I hate unfinished WiPs) Edit: After writing this I reminded myself of a POI fic I wrote called Hours of Separation – It’s a Harold/John break up story that I always intended to write a sequel too where I ‘fixed’ them, but I just couldn’t do it. I broke them a little too well. But I really love it actually.

 24. What fic do you desperately need to rewrite or edit?

The afore mentioned A Different Life needs to be edited and finished, lol! Also a Primeval fic with the working title Crypt Keeper (don’t ask) that I worked myself into a bit of a corner on and I figure out how to fix it, but I haven’t done it yet, so it’s still needs fixing and finishing, lol!

 25. What’s your most popular fanfic?

I haven’t the foggiest.

 26. How do you come up with your fanfic titles?

Sometimes, really easily, a quote, a line from the fic, a song title... other times it’s like pulling teeth, hence working titles on things like ‘crypt keeper’ which is a reference to one scene near the very start and has no actual hint of the plot, lol!

 27. What do you hate more: Coming up with titles or writing summaries?

Oh the titles. Summaries you can just copy a few lines from the fic if you are desperate, if you had to post ‘untitled mcshep fic #67’ people would get cranky, lol, hell I’d get cranky!

 28. If someone were to draw a piece of fanart for your story, which story would it be and what would the picture be of?

Oh... I... huh. I mean who wouldn’t love fanart for their stories? Any of them honestly! But if I had to choose just one... I guess something in my Animal Instinct verse, which is Primeval (although I always intended to write other fandoms in the verse) where some people transform into animals, based on their ‘spirit animal’ and some art of the characters with their spirit animal form would be awesome.

 29. Do you have a beta reader? Why/Why not?

Sometimes, look if you’ve read this far, you know I write in a lot of fandoms, lol. In some fandoms it’s easier than others to find beta readers. Also, sometimes if it’s just something short, I won’t bother. But I do try for my longer fics.

 30. What inspires you to write?

That old adage, if you want to read it, sometimes you just have to write it? Spite? Boredom? Honestly sometimes I just have ideas I have to get out of my brain and it’s write or go mad(der)

 31. What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing?

That it inspired them to write something.

 32. Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you?

Sometimes, sometimes I find it distracting when writing because I end up singing along and forgetting what I’m writing, lol! I do sometimes get inspiration from songs, I guess mostly from the lyrics, but no particular band or genre – although I listen to a lot of country music!

 33. Do you write oneshots, multi-chapter fics or huuuuuge epics?

Little from column a, little from column b... littler still from column c...

 34. What’s the word count on your longest fic?

Around 60k, I think.

 35. Do you write drabbles? If so, what do you normally write them about?

I have. Primeval had/has a week drabble challenge, mostly when I’ve written drabbles it’s been for a challenge, with a specific prompt.

 36. What’s your favourite genre to write?

Uh... I mean, my fandoms really span the genres, but I guess sci-fi or crime are probably my favourites.

 37. First person or third person - what do you write in and why?

Third mostly, I have occasionally written in first person, if it felt like the fic needed it.

 38. Do you use established canon characters or do you create OCs?

Little from column a, little from column b... it depends on the fandom and the story. Sometimes you just need more characters, mostly they are minor roles, I don’t tend to write much established character/oc fic

 39. What is your greatest strength as a writer?

Ability to convince myself people will want to read it, lol! No actually to be honest, I love to know people read and like my stuff, but I gave up a long time ago on trying to ‘please’ people with what I write. I write what I want to read.

 40. What do you struggle the most with in your writing?

Focus. The problem with 21 years of fandom history, is well... 21 years of fandom history. A lot of fandoms, a lot of pairings and as I say, I never really ‘leave’ a fandom, I just drop in and out and sometimes that means I’ll write on something consistently for weeks or months and then end up getting distracted by another fandom again and not touch it for weeks or months again. Hence, I don’t post WiP fics, because I know I’m easily distracted and don’t want anyone to suffer my lack of focus but me.

  Fanfiction Questions

 41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

I don’t read WiP fics, so yeah... but 5 I’ve recently read in different fandoms that I’ve really enjoyed

 Turns Out, I Have a Rose Garden by betheflame (Steve Rogers/Tony Stark)

Lucky by china_shop (Neal Caffery/Peter Burke/Elizabeth Burke)

Colors by Quesarasara (Sherlock/John)

Betrayal by Blackghost7 (Gibbs/DiNozzo)

Matchmaker (Part 1 of the Marmalade Series) by HastaLux, Mottlemoth (Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade)

 42. List and link to 5 fanfiction authors who are amazing:

See now this is hard, because... ahh so many...

 FredBassett – Primeval author, her Stephen/Ryan series is epic and brilliant and endless

https://archiveofourown.org/users/fredbassett/pseuds/fredbassett

 Keira Marcos – I know other people will have said her, I don’t care. I love all her stuff, across all the fandoms she writes in

http://keiramarcos.com/

 theapplepielifestyle – her Steve/Tony is amazing. Hands down some of the best I’ve ever read. I will fight you on this.

https://archiveofourown.org/users/theappleppielifestyle/pseuds/theappleppielifestyle

 JillyJames – her Tony DiNozzo is a real life grown up... exactly as he should be considered given he’s a goddamn federal agent!

https://jillyjames.com/

 missbecky – I’ve read pretty much all her Steve/Tony and Harry/Eggsy and it’s awesome.

https://archiveofourown.org/users/missbecky

 Honestly, I could have listed so many more, but, I’m being good!

 43. Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you?

Everyone. The thing is, fandom at it’s best is like crack, the more you get, the more you want. The writing, the gifs, the art... it feeds you and makes you want to make more of it, because more of it needs to exist and if that means you need to do it yourself, so be it!

 44. What ship do you feel needs more attention?

ALL OF THEM!

 45. What is your all time favourite fanfic?

Oh hell no, not even, I can not. It took me an hour to narrow down 5 authors, I can not narrow down one fanfic!

 46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why?

I mean, it depends on what they like... probably the Hour of Separation I mentioned above, if they like the fandom/pairing, or my Animal Instinct stuff.

 47. Archive Of Our Own, Fanfiction.net or Tumblr - where do you prefer to post and why?

Archive of our Own. I haven’t touched ff.net in *years* since they started getting super restrictive about what you could post. I do occasionally post stuff to tumblr, but mostly I now post to AO3. I did have my own site and I’ve yet to upload a lot of stuff to AO3 – one of these... months... that will be a project – but it’s amazing. Seriously, having been in fandom 20+ years, going from having to search all over a million different places and now it’s all in one place, where we’re honestly, spoiled and protected. The kids now have no idea how crazy impossible that once seemed.

 48. Do you leave reviews when you read fanfiction? Why/Why not?

Yes, but not as often as I should. I love AO3s kudos button, so I can sort of say ‘hey I enjoyed this’ without having to comment, because I sort of hate leaving comments just going ‘hey I enjoyed this’ because I always feel like I should say more, like, oh I enjoyed this specific thing, which yes is an unnecessary hang-up, but there ya go.

 49. Do you care if people comment/reblog your writing? Why/why not?

Of course it’s nice to get comments, kudos, reblogs etc. I’m not as attached to them now as I was when I was younger, because I learned along the way that it was more important that I like what I’m writing than that other people do, but it’s still nice to know that something I’ve created is enjoyed.

 50. How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction?

I went looking for Star Trek Voyager stuff online, pics etc, waaaaaaay back when! And I came across fanfiction entirely by accident... and I read some – het stuff mostly, then I started watching Stargate SG-1, went looking for fanfiction for that, but was not on board with Jack/Sam, found Jack/Daniel went ‘huh really? That’s weird’ read it... and yeah... 21 years later... lol!

 51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

Ship Wars. No seriously, just don’t. Like, who the actual fuck cares. I like my ship, you like your ship. I don’t care if it’s canon or not. I don’t care if it’s popular or not. I don’t read my NoTPs, but I’d never dream of telling someone else not too. Yes I think they are terrible, bad, no good pairings, but that’s *my* opinion. Don’t try to change my mind and I won’t try to change yours. I avoid them like the actual plague. If someone starts that shit around me, I will shut it right down. You are a dick. Go to Jail. Do not pass Go. Do not collect £200.

[p-redux]

Confession: I'm a former shipper. With that said, I seriously wish I never had seen Sam and Cait at any event ever. I wish I had only ever seen pictures of Tony and Cait. Now all I can do is compare. What traits about Tony do you love (physical or personality) that make him great for Cait? Because I want to see it. Sam and Cait together make me physically ill now...but I can't convince myself that Tony is this fairy-tale love either. I wish I had never seen any of them.

Hi Anon, and former shipper. Thanks for the Ask. I appreciate your willingness to be so candid. BTW, this Anon I got yesterday, this isn’t one of the cray ones I was referring to this morning. Just to be clear. :-) Your Ask brings up some interesting questions. I had to take some time to think about how I wanted to answer you because I had a lot of thoughts coming at once. So, I’ll just write all of them, and in no particular order. Here goes���

You mention the word “seen,” a few times. From what I’ve read other shippers mention, it was what they SAW between Sam and Cait that convinced them they were a couple in real life. The flirty looks, the heart eyes, the playful touches, the witty banter. All of these things seemed so OBVIOUS, so VISIBLE. “How could they NOT be together?” many shippers asked. Well, Anon, I’d like to offer a different way of looking at it. You and other shippers didn’t “see” things between Sam and Cait, you were SHOWN things between Sam and Cait–things that purposely sold the epic love story about an epic couple, Jamie and Claire. In order for Outlander to resonate with viewers, the chemistry between the two leads had to be a visceral experience, it had to feel real. And, as we know now, it worked. You didn’t “see” reality, you were “shown” a fantasy–the fantasy of the perfect love. Sam and Cait did their job, they SOLD their show, like they get paid to do. The only way for them to continue to work, like all actors, was for their show to continue to be on the air. And the only way that was going to happen was if fans were invested. And the best ways for fans to be invested, was to believe that epic love existed, since that’s what Outlander is about at its core. Sam and Cait did their job. And very well. They shouldn’t be blamed for that. They didn’t fool anyone. We all knew they were actors. And I would hope, we all knew that actors get paid to ACT, and to promote their work.

But the difference between shippers and non-shippers is that when the video of Cait bouncing on Tony’s lap came out, and when the video of Sam tossing bikini-clad Amy into the pool came out, non-shippers went, “Aw, darnit, guess Sam and Cait aren’t together in real life. Looks like Cait is into dark haired, music industry hipsters, and Sam is into petite blondes.” (or he was), and we called it a day, and reminded ourselves Sam and Cait are actors, and Outlander isn’t real, it’s a TV show. Whereas, shippers explained away the videos, made excuses for what they saw on the videos, or pretended like they didn’t exist at all. Shippers made the CHOICE not to “see” reality. Once that choice was made, then any further proof that Sam and Cait weren’t a couple was also dismissed. It was as if when those videos came out, both groups were literally at a fork in the road, and non-shippers made a choice to go one way, and shippers made a choice to go the other way. Once those roads were chosen, it was very hard for shippers to turn around and find their way back to the fork, to REALITY.

You asked “What traits about Tony do you love (physical or personality) that make him great for Cait? Because I want to see it.” That’s where shippers get into trouble. You’re trying to take part in SOMEONE ELSE’s relationship. Cait and Tony’s relationship is not yours, it’s not for you. That’s why shipping real people is such a slippery slope. Ship fictional characters all you want. With fictional characters you can role-play all you want, insert yourself in the storyline all you want. Not so with real relationships. What makes Tony great for Cait is irrelevant to anyone but Cait. It’s not for me, you, or anyone to give our approval. It is enough that CAIT HAS GIVEN HER APPROVAL. Because it’s Cait’s real life love story, not ours. Simple as that.

You also said “but I can’t convince myself that Tony is this fairy-tale love either.” Remember how up above I talked about the difference between “seeing” something and being “shown” something? You’re equating not being “shown” Cait and Tony being all loved up with each other in public with not “seeing” love, or passion, or chemistry between them. Again, a mistake shippers make. Let me explain it this way. I don’t want to assume you currently have a significant other, but I’ll assume you have had one in the past. When you went out in public, say to the market, were you all over each other, making heart eyes, talking loudly down the aisles about how great the other person was, kissing each other, telling each other you loved each other? No, right? Like, most normal couples, you pushed the cart down the aisles, picked your produce, bread, milk, etc and went home without showing any overt affection for each other. But, hey, that night, after you got home, when you were in private, and after a nice dinner, and some wine, you looked deep into each other’s eyes, caressed, kissed, and made passionate love together. Did the people at the market “see” any heart eyes, flirting, chemistry in PUBLIC between you and your partner? No. Does that mean it’s not there between closed doors? No. Did the people at the market “see” you in PRIVATE making love that night? No. Does that mean it didn’t happen? No. Most normal, REAL couples save the loved up stuff for PRIVATE, just like Cait and Tony do. The reason you saw the loved up stuff with Sam and Cait in PUBLIC, is because it was SHOWN to you, to promote the show. TBH, using our sense of vision to “prove” something is real is a very concrete, infantile, superficial way of looking at life. Adults know that things exist outside of what we can “see.”

So, this is my long winded way of saying: Sam and Cait showed you what they wanted you to see to SELL Outlander. It was superficial, visual and not real. Cait does not show you what she does not want you to see with Tony. She wants to keep her relationship with Tony for behind closed doors. Her relationship with Tony is for her, not for you. So, is Tony Cait’s “fairy-tale love?” I would assume so. An almost 40 year old woman who is beautiful, smart, talented, kind, rich and famous and could have any man she wanted does not spend 5 years, and then marry a man who does not rock her world in every way possible. So, just because Cait does not SHOW fans that Tony is her fairy-tale ending, does not mean that behind closed doors the new Mr. and Mrs. McGill aren’t laughing together, sharing meals, making heart eyes at each other and creating fireworks in bed together. I had sex with my man last night and it was GOOD. If I hadn’t just shared that publicly now, NO ONE would have known it happened. But it did. Same goes for Cait and Tony. And we’re never going to hear or see much of Cait’s love story with Tony because Tony is not for public consumption, he’s only for Cait’s consumption. Cait has her fairy-tale Scot, Tony McGill, and she’s keeping the juicy details to herself, thank you very much. ;-)

Thanks for stopping by, Anon. I hope I was able to answer your questions. 

[littlexredxwolf]

A gift for Steve

              Day one of the count down to Christmas

Fandom: Marvel Prompt: You and Steve have set a limit on how much you can spend on each other it’s making it very hard to find a perfect gift. Word Count: 1,124 Characters: Steve Rogers Reader: pretty sure it’s unspecified. Warnings: none Author note: Enjoy  

The temperature in New York had dropped dramatically over the last few weeks. You were already praying for snow, the grey sky above looked hopeful, but seemed as you’d have to wait a little longer for it as it was still too cold and wet. Navigating through the people dressed up in different layers, struggling to keep hold of the warmth as they braved the New York weather in mid-December to try and find the perfect gifts. You were the same, gloves, hat, scarf, thick coat and whatever else you could have to keep you warm. Your nose poked out from the top of the scarf, bright red as you walked from shop to shop trying to figure out what on earth do you buy a superhero?

It wasn’t long until Christmas, the days were slipping by quickly and you were still looking for the perfect present for your super soldier boyfriend from the forties. You’d been together for nearly a year and things were getting rather serious. You’d invited him to Thanksgiving dinner with your family, and for Christmas day and he’d accepted, it was a big step, you were planning ahead, and did that mean that the two of you would be thinking of other things soon? Natasha and Sam teased you often and saying it would be marriage soon and kids, but was that just to wind you up.

To make the gift hunting problem worse, you had decided to set a limit on how much you could spend meaning that all the things you looked at, the beautiful watches, the other meaningful gifts that you’d found were just too expensive. It could’ve been worse, you thought as you moved down the street, Scott and Hope had agreed to make each other their presents, you’d never seen Scott in more of a flap than the day he came over and sat there stressing out.

There was nothing you could find, even searching online wasn’t easy. No matter how hard you looked, nothing popped out at you. You usually thought buying gifts was easy, but not for Steve Rogers, he was… he was impossible. You’d thought about asking Tony to help you with something, but you knew what you had in mind would be very different from what he produced and that just wasn’t what you needed.

It wasn’t until the twenty-third the day before the avengers were exchanging gifts that you finally figured out what to get him. Walking quietly past a department store, it was the window display that you were struck with an idea, finally a perfect idea. Going inside, you brought what you needed and then made your way home. To get to work on the gift, you were so very excited that you were very sure that you had the best gift ever.

The following night everyone was gathered to give out their gifts to each other. You all gave out your gifts while Christmas carols played in the background, everyone had plans for actual Christmas day and it in a way felt sad that you weren’t going to be together with this family on that day. But while you weren’t together on Christmas Day, you’d be together on New Years to see in the new year as a family. 

It seemed like you and Steve were avoiding each other, as the night went on. Wherever you were, he wasn’t there. He was constantly whispering with Bucky and Sam across the room, glancing at you occasionally, maybe he hadn’t gotten a gift for you. You shook that thought from your mind and just tried to enjoy the evening, hoping that you’d get a moment together at some point that night.

Most people had left by the time you met with each other, looking up at him you smiled gently. “Hi.” You said softly as you stood in the middle of the room together. “Hi.” He said softly back, he took hold of your hand and smiled. “I have your gift, but I want to wait until we are alone.” He explained making you smile. “That’s perfect because my gift is waiting for you at my place.” You told him.

As you left the tower, the rain had stopped so you decided to walk the couple of blocks to your place. Despite being together for about a year, neither of you really stayed at the others place yet, it was almost as if the two of you were scared. You hadn’t told anyone, but you and Steve hadn’t even had sex yet, something was just holding the pair of you back, waiting for the right moment as it were. You were happy though, content with how things were between you, he was sweet, kind, handsome, and everything you’d always wanted in a man.

“I’ll be right up,” Steve said before placing a kiss on your hand as you arrived at your apartment building. “Ok.” You reply, pulling yourself away from him you head upstairs and get into your apartment. You thought it was odd, but he always spoke with the doorman before coming up, it was like he wanted to make sure you were completely safe. Leaving the door unlocked you make sure it is already, putting on a record that you and he had decided was your song, you quickly checked your hair as you stripped off your winter coat, and accessories, before you took a seat on the floor on the blankets.

As Steve opened the door he was greeted with darkness, which you quickly rectified by pushing a switch and turning on the projector. The room lit up and a snowscape spread across the sheets you had set up. “I heard you say it wasn’t Christmas unless it snowed, so this is me giving you snow.” You said as you pulled a cord and dozens of handmade snowflakes fall down around him. “Merry Christmas Steve.” You say with a grin, proud of what you’d created.

Steve stood there for a moment dumbstruck before he shook off his jacket and moved over to you. “I love it, thank you.” He said leaning down and kissing you gently. Taking your hand, he looked at you as your song continued to play. You’d not even noticed that he was on one knee, his eyes focused on yours. “Y/N, I love you.” He said gently before he pulled out a little box and opened it to show a plastic Captain America ring. “I wanted to buy you a ring worthy of you, but you set that limit,” He said softly. “So I found this little shield ring, and it will have to do for now.” He said softly as his fingers ran over your knuckles.

“Will you marry me?”

[freddiesaysalright]

My Man Part IV

A Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader Fic

Summary: Reader is a Broadway actress currently starring in a West End production of Funny Girl. She’s a widow, thanks to the Vietnam War, but it’s a well-kept secret. She also wants everyone to think she doesn’t care for rock music. She met Roger Taylor when he brought his date backstage. They didn’t start off great, but a party at Freddie’s turned them around. Now, they’re friends.

Word Count: 2.1K 

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Part I   Part II   Part III

Over the coming weeks, your time with Roger became as sacred to you as the hours you were on stage each night. He was so open and fun and passionate, and he brought that out of you whether you realized it or not. In the years after losing George, you became a ghost. A shadow of a woman who went through the motions. You only showed energy on stage. With Roger, you were alive. You were an active participant in your spirit flourishing. Even Gary told you that your Fanny Brice was improved. You sang more soulfully, your jokes hit harder, and your tears meant more.

You could not place when exactly Roger had done this for you. But you guessed it was the slow chipping away at the wall around your heart. It had taken years to build. Now came this idiot drummer with a good smile and wicked humor. It made you incredibly happy but more conflicted than ever.

You could not deny your attraction to him after that first of several erotic dreams about him. Even when you were awake and he touched your arm or hugged you, you thought about what it would be like. Not only to make love to him, but to be his. To give him your heart completely.

Then you remembered George. True, it had been years, but he was the only man you’d ever been with. And you thought the love you shared with him was once in a lifetime. When he died, you told yourself there was no way you could ever feel that again. But with Roger, you felt the butterflies and the happiness. It was less hopeful than with George, since you were terrified of being hurt more than ever. Your heart was beaten and battered and you did not think you could take it if you lost Roger too. All the emotions would hit you at once and you’d get so overwhelmed. Weirdly enough, the person to calm you down was always Roger.

You also hung out with the band a lot. They were always popping over to each others’ places and spending time, even outside the studio. It was very sweet.

One day, you were at Roger’s and he was playing around on the drums. You liked to watch him play because his focus was incredible. You got to see how seriously he took his craft. It reminded you of all your late nights going over lines or pushing your voice to hit a note just once more. You had never realized how much went into drumming before.

“How do you do that?” you wondered aloud.

He stopped. “Do what?”

“Look so effortlessly talented.”

His brow furrowed. “Are you joking?”

“No!” you assured him. “You just make it look so easy.”

“It’s not,” he replied, smiling a little. “But don’t you think you do the same thing?”

“I don’t look like I’m having nearly as much fun,” you said.

“I disagree.”

“Could you teach me?” you asked suddenly.

His face lit up like the Fourth of July. “Hell yeah!”

He beckoned you over and let you take a seat behind the drum set. He stood behind you and guided you through a couple beats from Queen songs. You struggled through it, often doing the same thing with both hands.

Chuckling, he said, “Let me help you.”

He wrapped his hands around yours and moved them for you, slowly. His touch was soft and warm and you could feel his breath on your neck as he leaned over you. It sent a shiver down your spine.

Then he watched you attempt it again. You couldn’t help but notice the way he bit his lip watching you play. After a few more tries, you got it on your own.

“I nailed it!” you cried, excitedly. “But seriously, I don’t know how you do this.”

“Years of practice,” he returned. “Just like you, I expect.”

“That’s true.”

“Can you teach me something?” he asked, a sly look on his face.

“What could I possibly teach you?” you returned.

“Teach me to dance,” he said.

“I suppose I can try,” you agreed. “Move the couch back and I’ll move the coffee table.”

You did so, and it left ample space for the pair of you. He met you in the center of the room, and you were barely a foot from one another. You moved to adjust his arms for his frame before coming to stand in front of him again.

“Have you ever done the foxtrot?” you asked.

“Never in my life,” he told you.

“Okay,” you said with a laugh. “It’s not too difficult, I swear.”

You showed him the basic steps; what to do on which count and how to hold his frame. You felt a bit flushed at times when he was holding you so close. You took a turn about the room, and he finished with dipping you, causing you to laugh.

“Very good!” you praised as he led you upright again.

“Have I swept you off your feet?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes.

“I’ll just have to keep working on it then,” he said.

“Let’s put the furniture back,” you said.

Just when his living room was returned to its usual state, the door burst open. In walked Freddie, John, and Brian. They looked at Roger expectantly.

“What is it, guys?” he asked.

“Did either of you read the latest issue of In Tune?” Brian asked.

In Tune was a gossip magazine specifically about musicians. It was generally considered garbage, and yet they still sold out on shelves. Even a fake scandal was better than nothing, apparently.

“No,” you answered. “My eyes happen to be attached to my brain.”

Roger sniggered. John tossed you the magazine.

“You two made the front page,” he said.

“What?!” you gasped, looking at the cover.

It was true. There was a photo of you and Roger leaving a movie theater. The headline read, “Roger Taylor’s New Flame! A Secret Wedding?” In the corner, they had placed a close up of your left hand where your wedding ring was visible.

“Alright, Y/N, front page!” Roger joked, offering his hand for a high five.

You gave it to him, grinning. “Tony’s be damned, this is the greatest accomplishment of my life!”

They all laughed.

“How did you find this?” you asked.

“Saw it on the news stand,” Brian explained.

“I was just so thrilled they weren’t talking about me for once,” Freddie added.

“Did you read the article?” you wondered.

“No, we figured we’d wait and share that with you,” Freddie said.

You checked the cover and saw that the story was on page thirteen. Eagerly, you flipped to it and began to read aloud; “Roger Taylor, drummer for the infamous rock band Queen, was spotted coming out of a London cinema with a mystery lady last weekend. We suspect the pair eloped and have been together for months, as Taylor has not been seen in public with the usual amount of bimbos around him - now, that’s rude - for several weeks. Also, the new woman wears a plain band on her left ring finger. Could it be the playboy drummer has settled down at last? We intend to find out more! - Ugh it just goes on about women you’ve taken out before.”

“Do they really not know you’re the star of a West End show?” John wondered, taking the magazine and scanning it. “That seems rather ignorant.”

“That’s In Tune for you,” you said. “All about the rock stars and disco divas. Nothing about us poor, untalented Broadway performers.”

“It does mention you were seeing Grease,” John pointed out.

“Well, that is vital information,” Brian said.

Freddie looked at Roger. “Really? Grease?”

“She likes musicals!” Roger returned indignantly. “Also it was a cheap, late night showing.”

“A right Prince Charming, you are,” Brian remarked.

“Shut up,” Roger retorted.

“Really, you’d think you could splurge for the new Mrs,” you chimed in.

“Alright, next time I’ll take you to Paris,” he said. “How’s that for romance?”

“Can we still go see Grease though?” you said through a laugh.

“Sorry, but John Travolta’s head is too large for his body and it freaks me out,” he replied.

You giggled. “What the hell?”

“It’s just a thing,” he said with a shrug.

“My darlings, we’ve got to be at the studio,” Freddie interrupted. “We’re already late.”

“Only ‘cause we picked you up first,” John said.

Freddie grinned and then looked at you. “Would you like to come along?”

You shook your head. “I’ve got to get home before I head to the theater.”

“Want me to walk you home, Y/N?” Roger offered.

“No, thanks, I can make it,” you said.

“Have a good show,” he told you.

“Break a leg, darling,” Freddie said. “And come have dinner with us when it’s over.”

“You’ve got it, Mr. Mercury,” you promised.

You left after hugging them all. As you walked, you reflected. Each time you left Roger, your guilt subsided a little. You felt lighter than air as you entered your own flat. But your thoughts were interrupted when your phone rang.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Y/N,” the voice on the other end of the line was your agent, Stephen. “Are you busy?”

“Not at all, what’s up?” you asked.

“I’ve got incredible news for you,” he said. “There’s a production of Oklahoma in the works for here on West End, and the director is in town today. He called me and asked if you’d be willing to try for the part of Laurie!”

You nearly dropped your phone. Laurie was your dream role. The one that made you want to be an actress in the first place.

“You still there?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said, a little breathless. “I’m just - you know how I feel about that role!”

“I do, dear!” he returned. “I’m so excited for you! Can you meet him tomorrow at his hotel room?”

You froze. Meeting a stranger at his hotel room seemed odd. It was far from professional. You normally met a director or producer at a theater if they didn’t have an office.

“Is everything okay?” Stephen asked. “I know it’s a bit unorthodox, but he’s heading to America in three days to meet with the guy he wants for Curly. If you want me to tell him you can’t - ”

“Don’t be silly, I’ll go there,” you said, trying to sound more easy about it than you were.

“Great, I’ll let him know,” he said. “He wants to meet at two.”

He gave you the address and you wrote it down. You thanked Stephen and when you hung up, you squealed.

“I’m going to be Laurie!” you cried, pumping your fist in the air.

Later that night, you met up with Roger and the guys for dinner like you promised. As soon as you got to the restaurant, you ran to Roger and leapt into his arms. He spun you around and kissed your cheek.

“What’s got into you?” he wondered.

“I got the best news before the show tonight,” you said.

You explained to them what your agent said and they congratulated you. Roger was silent, though.

“What?” you asked.

“I don’t like the idea of you meeting him in a hotel room,” he said. “It’s sketchy.”

“Come on, Rog, you heard what she said,” Brian said, comfortingly. “It’s an unusual circumstance. I’m sure they’ll meet again properly, but she’s got to get her foot in the door.”

“Thank you, Mr. May,” you said, and then turned back to Roger. “Can’t you just be supportive?”

He frowned but agreed. “Of course. Congrats, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you returned, but the tension remained the rest of the night.

When dinner was over, Roger did walk you home. As you fell in step beside him, his silence made you crazy. It felt childish but you refused to be the first one to speak. If he had a problem with how you handled your career, that was on him. You had nothing to apologize for.

“Can I see that address again?” he said, coming to an abrupt stop.

It was an odd way to begin an apology, but you obliged. You fetched the slip of paper from your bag and handed it to him.

“This is right around the corner from the studio,” he said. “Will you come by afterward and tell me how it goes?”

You beamed. “Of course I will!”

“Wonderful,” he returned and then gave you the directions. “You will be careful, won’t you?”

“You know me,” you said. “I’m always careful. Plus, I’m a grown woman. I don’t need protecting. Okay?”

With an irritated sigh he said, “Okay.”

“Thank you,” you returned. “Now, get me home, I’m getting cold.”

He didn’t reply, but took you under his arm for the rest of the walk.