Stories From My Mind

From anime to video games, I write fics for many things. You'll find the details in my pinned master post. REQUEST ARE OPEN!

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Master Post

Shows/Stories I've written about:

Mystic Messenger, Voltage Inc, Various Anime/Manga (that includes and is not limited to: Gundam Wing, Yu-Gi-Oh!, and Ouran High School Host Club) Marvel, and DC

Request are open, so please don't be shy! I'll do my best to fulfill it. However, I am not a smut writer. I will zest things up, but spicy will never be full blown. (Only spice I like is in my food. 😋)

The lovely divider used was made by @cafekitsune

Mystic Messenger

Jumin Han:

The Golden Pen

Fortune

One More Chance

Forevermore

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Yoosung Kim:

One Step Closer

Zen/Hyun Ryu:

Let Me Be Your Wings (PLEASE READ WARNINGS FOR THIS STORY)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Rika:

Revenge

Be My Princess 2

The Great Nut Debate

Love Letter From Thief X

Snow Responsibility

Seduced in the Sleepless City

Relaxing Tea

Part 1

Part 2

Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters

Date Night

Coffee Shop

This Means War!

Dark Beauty of the Night (In Progress) AO3 / Fanfiction

Ouran High School Host Club

A Royally unexpected Turnabout (In Progress) AO3 / Fanfiction

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Marvel

Miscellaneous:

Tower Tour for Two (Request)

Loki:

Does the Emperor Really Have No Clothes?

The Science of Worth (Completed)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Plus One

Wishing You Were Here

Cinnamon Rolls

Sick Day (Request)

Birthday Surprise (Request)

Beyond the Bookshelves (In Progress) AO3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

DC

Jason Todd:

Safely Grounding (Please Read Warning)

You’re My Everything (Please Read Warning)

One of Those Days

Opulence (18+ MDNI, Please Read Warning) (Request)

Broken

Put It on My Tab (In Progress) AO3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

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I know I promised an update in the stories, but life has taken a difficult turn. My elder brother was hospitalized for a sudden severe bleeding stroke early April. Many complications and events led to his passing early 5/11. My family is heartbroken and I am doing my best to keep my parents and younger two siblings afloat. I will get around to posting updates again soon, hopefully. Thank you all for your patience.

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My apologies to anyone who waited for the story update. I severely injured my back at work and am now dealing with a serious family emergency. I'll do my best to post the chapter, it just needs some editing.

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Ducky Barnes

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@soelstress @navybrat817 Bucky through the ages Halloween costumes for the ducklings :D :D

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@indigo-jungle @soelstress YES!!! It must be done.

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Beyond the Bookshelves (1)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, work stress, impossible tasks

Summary: You're a Resource Management Specialist at S.H.I.E.L.D. normally referred to as “The Librarian”. You've been assigned the nightmarish task of digitizing all the physical resources currently owned by the agency, with a few new computers and one extra helper.

A/N: I honestly do not know where this is going and why I even started this. It was an idea that sort of popped into my head while at work. I hope you enjoy it! Please comment/like/reblog. If you'd like to be tagged moving forward, please let me know!

The lovely banners used in this fic are from @cafekitsune.

Papers fluttered to the ground around Loki as stared down at the young woman who ran into him. He cocked an eyebrow as he heard a low hiss of pain come from her gritted teeth. The impact could not have been that painful, but how was he to know? He was minding his own business, walking down the fairly empty hallway reading a book when something had come crashing into him. It was not the first time he had been assaulted, but it was certainly the first time to be tackled in the middle of an empty hallway. Glancing around, he noticed there were a few people lingering about, watching to see what he would do or see what transpired.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Her voice drew his attention back down to the ground to see her on her knees trying to gather the scattered sheets of paper. He slid his right foot back as she reached for one near it.

“You are excused,” he responded in a level tone that held little emotion, if any at all. She looked up at him in wide-eyed shock which had him raise an eyebrow yet again at her. He hesitated for a moment to speak, feeling the eyes on them.

“Is there something else you wish to say?”

“Huh? Oh, no, just surprised to hear you say anything. I’ve never heard you speak before, so I thought that maybe you couldn’t.” She admitted, tapping the bottom edge of the sheets to make the pile more uniform. “You have a nice voice.” She added, carefully inspecting the surrounding area, oblivious to the bewildered look of the prince before her. “Ah-ha!” She grinned, crawling forward and reaching between his feet. Startled by her actions, Loki quickly took a few steps backward, leaving a noticeable shoe print on the paper she had been reaching for. “Thank you, this was the last one I needed.” She smiled at him, though when she saw the print, her lips quickly curled downwards into a noticeable frown. “That’s not good, Fury’s not gonna be happy.” She mumbled, carefully placing the dirtied sheet on the top as she stood up with her sizable stack of folders and binders in her arms. “Well, it was a pleasure speaking to you, Mr. Loki, I hope you enjoy the rest of your day.”

He watched as she casually resumed her walk down the hallway, unperturbed by the fact that she had just walked straight into him, Loki, the monster that had wreaked havoc in the world and destroyed their precious city. The very city they were currently in now. What an odd Midgardian, but I suppose this would be the place to find plenty of odd ones. He turned to look at some spectators and watched them visibly flinch or stumble as they met his gaze, scrambling to leave the vicinity and get away from here, away from him. Opening his book once more, he continued on his way towards his destination.

Just as she had anticipated, Fury was not pleased with the surprise print on one of the report pages. He looked between it and her in silence, sliding the packet across his desk in her direction as he leaned back and turned his chair slightly.

“Mind telling me why you suddenly decided to decorate such a vital report with a shoe?”

“It was an accident, sir. While on my way here, I was reviewing the content and ended up crashing into someone on the way. They unintentionally stepped on the sheet while trying to avoid the others. I didn’t have time to reprint the documents prior to this meeting. I will be submitting a clean copy into the record and have this one shredded.”

“I’ll let it slide this time only. Next time, watch where you’re walking and leave reviewing for when you’re at a desk. Everything looks to be in order, reprint and file it.”

“Thank you sir, I’ll have it done right away.” She bowed her head and picked up the report.

“Don’t let this happen again.” He sternly remarked. “The next time it does, you’ll have to deal with the consequences. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal, sir.” Y/N nodded. “The next item for discussion is the transition of all physical resources into digital. I do understand that many have requested that all resources be scanned and made digital, but that task is a lot larger than many realize. Also, not all of our sources are safe to scan due to age or they need to be translated and checked prior to scanning. It is not impossible, but a sizable team would be needed in order to have it completed. I propose that the physical sources we have are properly cataloged and organized so they are easier to be found. We can have them scanned in the process, but again, we run into the issues of needing to translate and verify that the translations are correct.”

“Y/N, just get to the fucking point. Can it be done?” Fury cut her off, looking at her pointedly with his good eye.

“In an ideal situation, yes.” She let out a small sigh.

“And what is an ‘ideal situation’?” 

“A team of at least five agents per letter, several translators for the various languages we have to make sure we have them properly translated, and a warehouse filled with scanners and computers to scan, name, and upload. With such a team and ideal conditions always, it could take about five to ten years to complete.”

“Oh just that?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, his frown more pronounced than usual. Y/N knew he was not pleased with her answer, but there was no use in trying to make it lighter than it really was. They had an extensive library in house and warehouses of delicate and confidential artifacts, which included tomes and scrolls. She was the head librarian and managed all of this with only a handful of others spread across the various locations.

“Ideally, yes.”

“And if it wasn’t ideal?”

“Depends on what factors are not present, but without those minimum requirements it could take decades.”

“But it can be done.” He flatly responded, sitting forward in his seat and resting his elbows on the desk. “We won’t destroy any of the physical resources, but you’ll have to make do with what you get. We don’t have the luxury of just handing over a slew of agents for this. We need boots on the ground globally to keep an eye out on things out there bigger than us.” A weight suddenly dropped in the pit of her stomach. Though she was not expecting anything close to what she listed as an ideal, there was something in his tone that screamed out that she was going to hear the worst case scenario.

“And what would I get to work with?” She managed to keep her voice steady.

“State-of-the-art technology per library staff member per location and a god.”

Silence fell over them as she stood there, slowly blinking at her superior. This had to be some sort of sick joke. She knew the organization could not give what was needed, but this? This was hardly anything at all.

“I’m sorry, did you just say new computers and a god?”

“That’s what I said.” He nodded his head.

“You must be joking, right? This task would take more than just decades to do, and what does ‘a god’ even mean? A ‘god’ per person or location, or just one god? And what sort of ‘god’ Do you just have deities on demand or something? Are they just going to snap their fingers and things will be done magically? What can they do for me and this lifelong assignment I have now been tasked with?” She paced in front of his desk, muttering to herself on how this could work and what sort of person this ‘god’ was. He cannot be serious, right? But Fury isn’t the type to just say shit or joke around. She turned and looked at her boss. No, not a joker. She frowned.

“Y/N, calm down. We’ve got two Asgardian gods that have a knack for understanding all languages. You don’t need a team of translators when they can do it on the spot just like that.” His sharp tone made her stop and turn to face him. “So that whole crap can be cut, and you can work with one of them to get all this done faster with fewer people and just get to organizing shit. You’re getting what you get, end of discussion. Anything else?”

“No sir,” she sighed and shook her head.

“Good, I’ll get Agent Hill to talk to them and reach out to you. You’re dismissed.”

“Yes sir.” She slightly bowed her head and left the office, her shoulders dropping the moment the door closed behind her. This was not going to be easy.

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The next part is in the works, I hope up have it out in about a week!

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Put it On My Tab (27)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Warning: Stranger Danger: What NOT To Do, Dumpster dive, There was only one bed

A/N:

Please comment/like/reblog. If you’d like to be tagged moving forward, please let me know! I’d also greatly appreciate it if rebloggers remember to add the tags (or some at least).

As always, a huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, please check out the master post for the rest of the chapters.

Everything had been going well until someone decided hiding a landmine was the perfect backup plan to avoid capture. Though the backup plan failed the villain, it had done a number on the vigilante. Even his peak pain resistance and vitality was beginning to erode as he pushed his body beyond the limits. 

Don’t quit on me now, we have to get to safety. He mentally encouraged his overly fatigued body to keep pushing as he fumbled a landing onto the top of a building, which subsequently led to stumble as he attempted to leap across to the next, plummeting into darkness. The next thing he knew, he felt something lumpy beneath him, followed by two something crashing on top of him, one weirdly mushy thing hitting his severely bruised side. He groaned in pain, feeling around to see where he was.

Where the-am I in a dumpster?! How long have I been out? He noted the black plastic bags, followed by the unforgettable scent of eu-de-rancid. “Dammit, this’ll take forever to wash off. Alfred’ll kill me.” He muttered, reaching for the lip of the dumpster and hoisting himself out. His face nearly crashed into the head that suddenly popped up, and he fell back from shock.

“A-are you ok?” Her voice was soft, a twinge of hesitation lacing her heavy concern.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you stranger danger?” He grumbled out the response.

“Stranger danger, yes. But I highly doubt a stranger would dare to run around imitating you or any superhero. If they did, I’d be calling the police to take them to Arkham.” She shrugged her shoulders, a slight pause taking over the conversation. “Any particular reason you’re in the dumpster behind my job?”

“No, not at all. Just enjoying a late night dumpster dive, doesn’t everyone?” He wanted to sound more sarcastic than he did, but the stabbing pain in his side had him hissing more.

“So, I go call the people to take you to the looney bin?” She gave a wry smile, extending a hand to him. He took the offer and got himself back up, climbing out as she climbed down the ladder. He slumped down to the ground, back against the cool metal.

“Holy shit, we have to get you to a hospital!” He heard her shout. Before she could grab for her phone, he grabbed her hand and shook his head. “No, what do you mean no?! I’m no doctor, but those injuries and garbage will lead to something nasty!”

“I just need to rest a minute, and possibly shower.” He forced himself to shake his head again. Don’t black out, don’t black out! Why is she…so…far away?

“Hey, hey! Red hood, wake up!” She quickly knelt down and shook him by the shoulders as best she could, his red helmet banging loudly against the dumpster. Oh great, no response! What do I do?! Ok, breathe Y/L/N, you know CPR, you know basic medical care. You just need ointment, lots of antibiotic ointment. She somehow managed to get him up and threw one of his arms across her shoulders, lugging him to the curbside where she hailed a cab and managed to somehow get them both into the backseat.

She noticed the shocked look of the driver and gave a nervous chuckle in response.

“Busy night, party gone sour.” She quickly explained, throwing her coat over him to cover the wounds as she gave her home address. “As fast as you can, please?” The driver nodded, speeding down the mostly empty roads to the rundown apartment complex she called home. She thanked him with a hefty tip, lugging Red Hood out of the cab and stared up at the multiple steps of the stoop and envisioned the tall flight up to the top.

You can do this, Y/N. Just think of it as the time you had to move your new furniture…a really heavy living piece of furniture that needs attention ASAP. She quickly began moving, dragging him up and accidentally bumping and scraping him against things as she went. She whispered apology after apology as she did, using his weight to force open the tricky front door and kicking it shut.

Somehow in some way, she managed to get him mostly on her bed as she plopped to the ground, giving herself a minute to catch her breath in her burning lungs. Memo to self, start paying for gym membership! Forcing her jello bones to move, she rushed to the bathroom and ran the water hot in the shower as she looked for something to hold it. Spying nothing but the unused new small trash bin, she quickly filled it with hot water and grabbed towels along with her first aid kit.

Hours seemed to drag by as she engrossed herself in the washing and caring of all his visible wounds first. For once in her life, Y/N was grateful for having a spoiled little sister who forced her to learn medicine to help her practice and study. Otherwise, she would have not known what to do or how to quickly stitch some of his wounds. 

Got those taken care of, now on to his hea-oh. She paused, staring at the currently scuffed up iconic red helmet. “I need to take it off if I want to make sure he’s not bleeding in there, and I need to give him some pain meds.” But do you really? Her inner voice argued. He wants to stay anonymous for a reason, and me knowing might lead to me dying way too early. She nearly convinced herself when he wheezed in pain, and she was reminded of the bloody mess he was. Leaning in closer, she inspected it for some latch or something, not seam line in sight. “The hell; how do you even work this thing?!”A good few tugs, and it was off, only to reveal a domino mask and black balaclava. She could not stop the eye roll that followed, as she force-fed him some extra strength painkillers and waited…and waited. 

She waited until his breathing finally regulated and the pained expression on his face eased up. Checking his vitals, she let out a sigh of relief which zapped the life out of her. Her adrenaline crashing, she fell to the floor with a thud. He was going to be safe. Her vision blurred as she fell back against the wall. The last thing she saw was the resting body of the third vigilante she had come into contact with of late. He’ll survive. Were the last words she thought before sleep finally took hold of her.

Slowly his eyes creaked open. His whole body was sore and his head pounding in protest at even the slightest movement. But, it was not as bad as before though, and he was not on a bed of lumpy garbage bags anymore. 

Well ain’t that a fucking bkessing. He was not sure how he made it home, but he had and that was good enough for him. Or it was until he realized he did not recognize the ceiling and the mattress was different. There was a subtle floral and woody scent lingering in the air, with a healthy dose of alcohol and stale blood. This isn’t the manor. He eyed the chipped and cracked paint on the ceiling, black dots of exposed screws from the building settling. Where the fuck am I?! He tried to sit up a little too quickly and a sharp pulling pain had him falling back on the mattress.

“What the fuck?!” He hissed and looked down to see his shirt was gone and most of his injuries were tended to. The work was not the best, but it was impressive and certainly not amateurish. He then noticed the shiny red helmet next to him and his heart rammed itself up into his throat, a hand slapping against his face to feel the domino mask was still there. His head spun from the sudden drop of adrenaline. Squeezing his eyes shut, he took a few deep breaths. Don't do anything stupid. I’m obviously not captured, but clearly someone took me somewhere and bandaged me up. Who would be insane enough to do that? He carefully sat up this time, bracing the side that had a large piece of gauze taped over what had to be stitches, until he was up right enough.

The room was furnished with cheap furniture, cluttered with weird knicknacks and small piles of books scattered around. At first glance it came off a bit cluttered, but there was a tidiness to it all, maximizing space without being a mess. The owner was doing their best to make ends meet with what they had, but not a single photo or item bearing their name was seen anywhere.

They either haven’t put ‘em up or they don’t ever plan on it. Most likely the latter, it’s too lived in for them to not have at this point. He frowned, carefully scooting himself to the opposite edge from his helmet. Silently and slowly, he stood up. The old floors let out a muffled creak of disapproval from under the carpeting, but he ignored the protests as he searched for more clues. They've got a good taste in music and books at least. He noted as he carefully searched for a possible album or letter that would give him a better idea of where he was when a loud thump came from behind. 

Red Hood whipped around, ready to fight whomever it was, but there was no one. He knew he heard something fall though, and his helmet had not moved. So, he carefully made his way around to the other side of the bed with a hand on his holster, the strap open in case he needed to draw. Seconds ticked by like hours as pain and blood pumped throughout his body. The short distance felt like it grew longer with every step until he finally crested the corner. Pulling out his firearm, he aimed at the body on the floor, finger ready on the trigger, but the bullet was never shot. Instead, his jaw grew slack as his mind raced for a whole different reason. There, lying on the floor, covered in blood and dirt was the last person he expected to see.

Y/N, what the actual fuck is going on?! He took a step back, knocking into the dresser which sent things rattling and rolling. He quickly and sloppily stopped the domino effect and peered over his shoulder to see she was still asleep. Heaving a sigh of relief, he locked his gun and ran a hand through his hair, trying to piece together the missing memories. I fell in a dumpster and someone helped me out. But how did I end up here? He frowned, unable to recall who had helped him. Fuck it, I can figure that out later. I'm guessing she patched me up. He curiously eyed the medical supplies in her room. They were good quality, which was a surprise since that tended to be more expensive and this was no typical home medical kit. “I guess I owe you one, again. I really should open up a tab with you.” He chuckled, carefully lifting her up and tucking her into bed. 

She curled up on one side and muttered something about cold foam not being a wise choice for a hot drink. He snorted and slipped his helmet back on. He made his way to the window, but paused and looked back at her peaceful form.

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Put It On My Tab: Chapter 1

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 (I promise I'll write Marvel something soon!)

Warning: General/vague mention of harassment

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

I had zero intention of writing this little piece. I was set to write something else entirely…and yet this is where my hands led me with the keyboard. I really hope you like it, I'm debating if I should make other parts do this. Please let me know!

PLEASE READ WARNING ALWAYS.

The bright sunlight was blaring and loud as it pierced through his eyelids. The steady pounding of the kick drum with the bass cranked up to max followed the rude awakening. What did he ever do to the giant burning ball of gas to punish him? There’s no way the series of poor choices from last night that included, but was not limited to; the pitchers of liquor he imbibed with his friends and brothers was the reason behind this torture.

The fuck did I do to you, asshole? A great first night of vacation obviously includes drinking until you’re speaking in colors. Jason Todd squeezed his eyes shut, covering them with a hand to try to block out more of the offending element that assaulted his senses. “Damn, maybe I shouldn’t have that last stein.” He croaked in a deep and gravelly voice. Leaving it be, he turned away from the window and swung his arm across the king bed. His eyes flung open, and his body instantly sat up as his trained reflexes kicked in through the pain.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my room?” He winced at the sound of his own voice that loudly echoed like a megaphone held to his ear. The other person jerked up at the sound of his voice, the messy mop of hair obscuring their face until they pushed it away to reveal two sleepy and confused eyes. Jason glared at the stranger beside him as he tried to make sense of the situation. Ending up in bed with an attractive young woman was nothing foreign, it was the lack of recollection of bringing a woman to his room that set his vigilance on high alert. Blinking, she looked left and right a few times as she forced herself to sit up in bed.

“Woah there, you shouldn’t move around so much and try to keep your voice down. I’m surprised you’re coherent enough to move so quickly.” The stranger reached out and helped steady his swaying body, much to his embarrassment. “Also, this isn’t your room.”

What does she mean by this isn’t my room? There were two things that were clear in this haze of confusion, One, he had no idea who she was. Two, he had no idea where he was. “Easy, big guy,” he muttered under his breath in hopes to dampen the rave that was currently in full swing in his skull. When he felt some semblance of peace, he tried again in a more modulated tone. “Who are you and why am I here?”

“I’m the girl you saved from some overly hands-y old pervert last night. As for why, you wouldn’t tell me where you’re staying, so I brought you here.” She scratched at her head and rubbed her eyes in hopes to quicken the waking up process. It seemed to be working well enough for her. He envied her lack of pain.

Here, here is where? He tried to focus on the conversation but also avoid triggering anymore of his headache. She obviously knows where this is and is comfortable enough to be in bed. Did she bring me, someone she met for the first time last night, to her house?! “Are you trying to get yourself killed? You brought a some random drunk off his ass, total stranger, home with you?!” He instantly regretted shouting. The party was still going strong at the rave in his head, featuring DJ migraine.

“Will you stop shouting and jumping to conclusions?” She glared at the former caped crusader, firmly pressing her hand over his mouth. “You were insisting on walking me home to keep any other unwanted attention away. I didn’t bring you to my house, I brought you to a nearby hotel and checked into a room for the night. I’m not an idiot.”

“So you stayed in the same room as the rando drunk stranger who demanded you take him home?” He scowled, jerking his head back. Something else he instantly regretted as a sharp pain lanced through his brain. She felt bad for him as he winced in pain, but not enough to ignore the current lecture she was getting from him for being nice. 

“I said I’m not an idiot, not some rich princess. I'm not gonna book two rooms and trust that you won't run up the room service bill or extend the stay. Do I look like I belong to the Wayne family? If that were the case, I wouldn’t have to deal with seedy perverts like that guy last night.” She rolled her eyes, running a hand through her messy hair. “Besides, if you tried pulling anything with me, I would’ve left you on the road to fend for yourself.” The way she stated it so matter-of-factly made the corner of Jason’s lip twitch upwards as he swallowed a scoff. She clearly had no idea who she was speaking to.

Then again, I was plastered, he clenched his jaw and gripped the comforter that was pooled around his thighs. Anger and humiliation tumbled around inside him like an off centered washing machine. How had he let himself get so wasted? How did he even get so drunk? He was not some superhuman like Bizarro or Superman, but he was not some ordinary human either. He survived being tortured at the hands of Joker and the Lazarus Pit. Actually, since the pit, it’s been harder to get drunk like this. Now’s not the time to think about that! Start assessing the situation! He forced his mind to shift gears and began to take in the details of his surroundings. The room was spotless, spacious, and well furnished with a desk, a lounge chair, flat screen TV, and a window with a view unobstructed by buildings.

The sheets are pretty nice too. This isn’t some cheap motel, she’s going to have a pretty big bill for a last minute night. He frowned at this fact. The next thing he noticed was his companion. She was over the covers while he was under, she was fully clothed while he was shirtless. Judging from the crumpled and wrinkled state of her outfit, it was clear she slept in them. The only thing she was not wearing was her shoes. All of these details only confused him further. If we didn’t have sex, what the hell happened last night? “Ok, so I insisted on escorting you home, and you brought me to a hotel. You didn't trust me to not run the bill, so you stayed the night. Why are we both on the bed?”

“Are you always this demanding, wonder boy?” She rolled her eyes as the interrogation continued, noticing his left eye twitch at her nickname. On the other side, he was not amused at how close it was to a former title of his from his younger years.  “Do you treat all the ladies you meet like this, or am I just special?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. Tilting her head to one side as she eyed the handsome young man who was looking less and less attractive by the second with all the questions. “What, don't like being in the hot seat?” She batted her lashes.

“Just answer the question.” His lips pursed to the left as he leveled a glared on her.

Not so fun anymore, huh? “Alright, alright, don't get your tighty-whities in a twist! I helped you get to the bed and tried to make some arrangements on the floor, but you insisted I stay on the bed as well and wouldn't let me go until I agreed. Before I even argued, you passed out, and I was stuck being your human body pillow. I'm surprised I wasn't flattened like a pancake.” She grumbled.

“I'm not that heavy.” The infamous Red Hood carefully and stubbornly tried to get his mind to work through the pain and haze. It all seemed so far-fetched, but the gears began to turn, and the memories trickled in. The guys and I were out commemorating our first night of vacation. Some ass was causing trouble and was making a scene. That's right, he was harassing her and I cut in. Took the drink he tried forcing on her, and he got all pissy. He suggested a drinking contest and I said yes. He lightly nodded his head as the pieces slowly began to fall into place, proving her narrative to be true. “You know, you're pretty mouthy to the guy who saved you from a douchebag.” He leaned on towards her, eyes narrowed. 

“And you're pretty judge-y to the girl who carried you to somewhere safe and paid for the night.” She leaned towards him in kind, challenging him by not backing away. 

“I'm not that heavy,” he rolled his eyes at her choice to pick at his weight. 

“Jupiter is lighter than you.” She replied in that same matter-of-fact tone she had been using most of this conversation. The very same that irked him just enough to negate how cute he found it. Or did he find that even more endearing?

“Don't act like you didn't like it.” He scoffed, fighting the corners of his lips that tugged upwards. 

“I said you're heavy, not unattractive.” She countered him yet again, unfazed and ready to continue. 

“So you like what you see.” A smug smirk easily won against his attempts to remain neutral or peeved.

“I'm rude, not blind.” She scoffed without missing a beat. 

“Damn, you really don't quit.” He chuckled, leaning back onto his hands.

“You're finally catching on, wonder boy.” She laughed, climbing off the bed to stretch.  His eye twitched again, a small victory for her. “All this banter aside, you sound like you're doing better now. Guess you’re the type that can just sleep it off. Do you need to rest more? Maybe get in touch with one of your buddies to let them know you're alive?” She tugged and pressed on her clothing, hoping to miraculously remove some wrinkles. As expected, there was no such luck. 

“One last question,” he crossed his legs and leaned forward on to his thighs.

“Shocker,” she took in a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Are you a journalist or do you just love the game 50-questions?”

“I said last one,” he repeated as his lips curled downwards into a frown.

Yeah, likely story, crossing her arms she shifted her weight on to her left leg. Jason noticed how it made her hip push outwards just enough to be noticeable. “One last question. It’s fifteen bucks for every one after.”

“Fifteen per question, that’s highway robbery!”

“You should consider yourself lucky since I’m not asking you to pay for the little rapid fire moments ago. So, you gonna ask, or what?”

“Damn, do you treat all your heroes like this?” He muttered under his breath. She raised an eyebrow, and he instantly knew she heard him. “That wasn’t my question! I was just thinking aloud.” He quickly clarified. She squinted as she debated her next decision. She gave him a silent nod and waited once more for his question. “Why am I shirtless?”

“Hell if I know, maybe you’re a sleep stripper?” She shrugged her shoulders.

“A what?” She’s insane, she has to be!

“Someone who strips while asleep, like how sleepwalkers walk in their sleep. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“How does that make any sense?”

“You fell asleep with your shirt on but you’re now shirtless. I was over the covers and you’re under them, there’s no way for me to take it off you, so it had to be you.”

“Do I look like someone who does weird shit like that?” She took the time to carefully look over the handsome and topless young man, appreciative of the view.

“Well, you’re certainly not off to a good start. You demanded some random young woman to take you to her house, forced her to be your human pillow, and interrogated her like this was all some ploy and you’re the victim.” She listed the three main points on her fingers, wiggling the digits as his eyebrows knit together again, creasing the skin between them. He looks kinda cute with this face all scrunched up like that, but it’s nearly checkout time and I’ve got work in a couple of hours. All good things must come to an end. She stood from the bed once more and made her way towards the door.

“Hey, where are you going?” He watched as she picked up one of her shoes and slipped on to her foot. She’s leaving, good. She should, it’s better she’s home sooner. This was the way it should be, and yet he had this churning feeling in his stomach that he was losing something. He hated losing.

“My real home,” she casually answered as she slipped on her other shoe.

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“How will I know you’re going to get home safe?”

“You won’t, you’ll just have to believe I do.” She flashed him a cheeky grin from over her shoulder. “And with that, you’re at a grand total of $90.”

“Ninety, how?!” He sat up, mouth hung open as she placed a hand on the doorknob.

“Make that a hundred and five.”

“A hundred and five, what are yo-,” he slapped a hand over his mouth. She watched as realization dawned in his bright blue eyes.

“Nice catch, I’ll be nice with that one,” she winked. “Well, this was fun. We should do it again sometime. You can even pay me back. But until then, see you around, Wonder Boy.” She gave him a wink and vanished behind the door, laughing as his eye twitched.

Yeah, not happening if you don’t tell me how to contact you! Like I’d even do that anyway, charging me so much for a few questions. He grumbled, scratching his head and rubbing his face. He should be feeling relaxed now that she was gone, but instead the room just felt dull and empty. Shaking his head, he forced himself on to his feet and grabbed his phone from his jacket that was neatly hung on the chair. Such a busy body, why would you take care of some drunk off his ass stranger who’s tossing his shit around without a care? He glared at the worn leather before looking over the flood of unread messages before replying that he was fine and would be back at their hotel in a bit. Things would now go back to normal. 

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I am alive and drained with two jobs, but I do have part 27 ready for final tweaks and posting soon!

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The Prank War (Part 2 - Bucky)

Part 1 / Part 2 - Loki

Pairing: Loki, Bucky & female reader (Y/N)

Summary: The pranks between you and Bucky started off innocently enough but they have quickly become elaborate and disruptive which Director Fury does not appreciate. The former Winter Soldier appears to be winning until you finally decide to seek out the God of Mischief who is more than willing to offer his assistance.

Choose your ending! I couldn't decide if I wanted Y/N to end up with Bucky or Loki so I didn't. In this part you've chosen to follow Bucky, which is a fantastic decision! You really can't go wrong with either though 😊

With slight hesitation you knock on the closed door to Bucky's office, unsure of what you're going to say once you're alone with him. His calm voice invites you inside and you open the door, closing it quietly behind you. "Hi Bucky," you greet him, trying to sound cheerful and not at all nervous. "Are you busy?"

"You know I'm never too busy for you sweetheart," he smiles at you warmly from his seat behind his desk. "What do you need?"

You smile at his response as you move closer to him. You think quickly for an answer and settle on something close to the truth. You didn't actually need anything specific from the super soldier, you just want to be around him for a few moments longer. "I was just wondering if I could hide out in here for a while? They need to clean my lab and decontaminate all of my equipment," you shrug. A little guilt trip never hurt anyone, you think.

"Yeah, of course," he gestures to a chair across from his desk. "You know you're welcome in here anytime. Especially if I'm in one of those mind numbing protocol meetings," he adds with a playful grin.

"Thanks," you giggle a little, unsure of what the rest of your plan is now that you have been invited in. Just as you take a seat, Bucky gets up and you watch him curiously.

"I'm sorry about your lab. I guess I didn't think that one through all the way," he admits as he walks around his desk to be closer to you. "How long do you think it'll take until you can get back in there?"

"A few hours probably," you shrug then change the topic, not wanting him to feel too guilty and decide to make your own admission. "I'm also kinda hiding from Loki too. He's probably really annoyed at me for getting him into trouble with Fury."

"Don't blame yourself for that," Bucky insists, moving the additional empty seat closer to you before he sits. His knee almost touches your as he angles himself to look at you.

"But it's my fault, he helped me with my last one," you wave vaguely towards his metal arm, trying you focus on the conversation instead of his sudden closeness. I'm gonna need to find out what cologne he wears and make sure he never runs out, the thought pops into your head in an instant.

"I knew you didn't do that one alone," he laughs victoriously, scattering your random thought. "I know you're smart enough to figure out a way to detach it but I'm not a deep sleeper. I couldn't figure out how you got into my bedroom, that makes more sense now."

You sit quietly, listening to his reasoning with a slight blush as your mind focuses on the part where he complemented you for being smart.

He continues, still smiling, "Seriously though. Don't worry about Loki, he would have been trouble even if he didn't help you."

"Why?" you obviously have to ask.

"Well, cause... he helped me move your bed into the common room," he practically cringes at his own answer.

"What!?" you exclaim in shock, hitting his knee playfully and he winces dramatically.

"Look I know I'm impressively strong," he complements himself with a smirk and you giggle, shaking your head. "But you didn't really think I pulled that one off myself did you?"

"No, I thought Steve helped you. I followed him around for like half an hour trying to get him to admit it," you tell him. "I guess I'll have to find him later and apologize."

Bucky laughs, "I asked Steve first but he said I was an idiot for even getting involved in a prank war with you."

"Thats what Nat said when I asked her for help," you tell him. "I heard you asked her too and she shot you down."

"Oh, I asked everyone," he admits easily. "I was getting desperate and Loki was literally my last hope."

"Mine too," you nod and laugh. "We took your arm cause I thought I could trade it back to you in return for your surrender."

"Wow, you really had that all planned out," he says in surprise.

"Yeah, but then Thor found it," you respond sarcastically.

"I've been meaning to ask him where the heck it was," he looks down curiously and wiggles his metal fingers.

You smile and shake your head, "You never would have found it. It was on the bookshelf in Loki's apartment. Apparently Thor lost his wallet and his brother is the only person who ever takes it. Surprisingly this time, Loki didn't actually steal it which just makes this even more annoying."

"Yeah, that definitely wouldn't have been one of the places I was willing to go look," he agrees with you.

"I know, that's why it was part of my master plan," you give him your best evil laugh and Bucky chuckles at your silly you sound, shaking his head in response.

"Well I'm glad I got it back without having to surrender. It was really a lot of fun while it lasted though," he says sincerely.

"Yeah, it's a shame that it's over. I guess I'll still see you in the lab and in meetings right?" you ask hopefully.

"I'd like to see you more often than that," he says and you smile wide when he quickly adds, "If you want of course."

You nod, "I would really like that."

"How about dinner tonight?" Bucky leans a bit closer to you, his hand resting gently on your knee.

"Yeah, dinner sounds like fun," you agree with a slight blush as you try to remind yourself to stay calm, friends eat dinner together all the time.

"Good," he smiles, his eyes focusing briefly on your lips then lifting to meet your gaze. "It'll be my treat since you lost the prank war so gracefully."

You let out a light laugh, sitting back in your chair a bit, "You didn't win."

"Yes I did," he counters with a smirks. "I pulled the last prank, so clearly that would make me the winner."

"No. You pulled it on Fury," you remind him, the image of your boss covered in various colors pops into your mind and you hold back a giggle. "I pulled the last one on you so that means I won," you explain matter of factly.

"Yes but you can't treat me to dinner tonight," he continues to argue playfully.

"And why not?" you ask.

"Cause it's a date sweetheart," he smiles, leaning closer to you. Your heart immediately jumps in your chest as he kisses your blushing cheek softly.

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Well, well, well, looks like you're not so rusty afterall. Most certainly childish, but that's part of the old charm, right? Poor Steve must have been so confused by Y/N tailing him.🤣🤣🤣

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The Prank War (Part 2 - Loki)

Part 1 / Part 2 - Bucky

Pairing: Loki, Bucky & female reader (Y/N)

Summary: The pranks between you and Bucky started off innocently enough but they have quickly become elaborate and disruptive which Director Fury does not appreciate. The former Winter Soldier appears to be winning until you finally decide to seek out the God of Mischief who is more than willing to offer his assistance.

Choose your ending! I couldn't decide if I wanted Y/N to end up with Bucky or Loki so I didn't. In this part you've chosen to follow Loki, which is a fantastic decision! You really can't go wrong with either though 😊

Entering the library quietly, you make your way through the rows of the tall bookshelves until you reach the cozy nook in the back. Everyone in the tower knows this is Loki's spot and you bite your bottom lip anxiously as you approach him. "Hey Loki," you wave slightly when he looks up from his book, your nervousness vanishing in an instant when he closes it with a smile.

"Hello darling," he shifts on the small couch, patting the cushion next to him lightly in quiet invitation for you to join him.

With your head down in a failing attempt to hide a blush, you sit next to him. "I was hoping I'd find you here," he smiles at your admission, clearly happy to hear you were seeking him. "I just wanted to apologize for getting you in trouble with Fury. I guess they knew you helped me when Thor found Bucky's arm in your living room," you shrug a little as you apologize. I really hope he's not upset about this, I don't want to annoy him, you think as you admit to yourself that you want to spend more time with the prince.

Loki rests his hand on your knee lightly, "No need to apologize. I'm sure that didn't help my case with the director but that's not all I am guilty of doing."

"What do you mean?" you tilt your head curiously at him.

His mischievous smirk reappears, "How did you think the soldier managed to bring your bed to the common area?"

You look at him confused for a moment until it clicks, "You did that?! I bothered Steve about it for like half an hour. I figured he was just lying."

He nods and continues to smile, clearly proud of himself for not only deceiving you but for landing the captain in hot water with you.

"What the heck? I thought you were on my side," you swat his arm playfully.

"I'm a trickster god," he chuckles as he catches your hand easily. "I prefer to remain chaotic neutral at all times."

You laugh and shake your head, "I guess that just means I should have come to you sooner for help."

"Yes you should have darling," he agrees with a smile, his hand lifting to stroke your cheek lightly. "Although I was being honest when I said I was impressed you didn't seem to need me. I was almost afraid you wouldn't come find me."

"Thanks," you blush at the compliment and the gentle contact. Clearing your throat, you try to sound more annoyed than you actually are, "I still can't believe you weren't going to tell me you were helping Bucky, too."

"Let me make it up to you by taking you out to dinner," Loki offers, his hand lowering from your cheek.

You bite your lip, great, he's probably only asking cause I'm making him feel guilty about it. "That's okay, you don't have to," you give Loki a way out if he wants to change his mind although you hope he doesn't.

"But I would very much like to," he insists with a genuine smile.

You smile back at him as you agree quickly, "Okay, yeah, dinner sounds great."

"It's a date then," he leans forward, kissing your cheek lightly.

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I KNEW IT! He had to have been involved with the bed! Well now, prince charming indeed. One smooth operator in working in that date. Cute!

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The Prank War (Part 1)

Part 2 - Loki / Part 2 - Bucky

Pairing: Loki, Bucky & female reader (Y/N)

Summary: The pranks between you and Bucky started off innocently enough but they have quickly become elaborate and disruptive which Director Fury does not appreciate. The former Winter Soldier appears to be winning until you finally decide to seek out the God of Mischief who is more than willing to offer his assistance.

Choose your ending! I couldn't decide if I wanted Y/N to end up with Bucky or Loki so I didn't. Not to spoil the whole fic but... Y/N has a crush on both the god and the super soldier and to make matters worse, they both like her. At the top and bottom of the fic there are two links, one to follow Loki and one to follow Bucky but honestly... there are no wrong choices!

A/N: I don't think I've ever written anything where you interact with Loki and Bucky almost equally so I tagged people from my Loki and Bucky list as well a few random people from my Steve list that I thought might like this. This idea came pretty randomly while I was working on a totally different fic (of course).

I hope you all like it! 💚

Natasha turns on the faucet for you then leans on the wall next to the sink, unable to keep from laughing any longer. "Do you think it's going to come off?" she asks, looking over to watch you as she folds her arms against her chest.

"It freaking better," you rub your soapy hands together under the warm water vigorously. Sighing deeply in annoyance when the water still runs clear, you add more soap and scrub each finger meticulously. "This is ridiculous," you mumble.

"Just remember, the pranks were your idea," she says in a teasing tone, nudging your shoulder. "I told you to flirt with him like a normal person."

You ignore Nat's comment, focusing instead on cleaning your hands desperately. Thankfully, your closest friend doesn't expect a direct reply to her last comment. She already knows you'll avoid confirming you have a crush on Bucky by simply acting as if you didn't hear her, like you have each time she's brought it up in the last few months.

You finally breath a little easier when the paint begins to wash off then sigh in defeat, "This was a pretty good prank." The black paint mixes with the soap and water as it runs down the drain, leaving a trail on the white porcelain. "I can't believe he covered the adjustment knobs on my microscope with paint," you look up at Natasha, your annoyance rising when she giggles. "What?"

"You missed a spot," she mimes drawing a circle around her own eye and you look at yourself in the bathroom mirror quickly.

Groaning loudly you realize the knobs weren't the only part of your lab equipment Bucky found time to sabotaged. "Natasha! Why didn't you say anything?" You grab a paper towel, frantically add soap and water to it then begin scrubbing the thin black rings around your eyes.

She laughs harder, handing you another damp towel when that one you are scrubbing with becomes unusable, "I just did."

You roll your eyes, quietly thankful that the paint seems to be coming off your face easier then your hands. "You're lucky I like you... and that I'm a little terrified of you," you let out at small laugh, remembering all the time you've watched her train with the other Avengers.

The spy gives you an overly exaggerated smile in response, placing her hand over her heart dramatically, "That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me Y/N."

You hiss quietly when you get soap in your eyes. Natasha hands you another damp paper towel then asks, "Okay, so what's your plan to get back at Bucky?"

"I don't know, but it's gonna have to be really good," you tell her in a determined tone. You turn off the sink and grab a dry paper towel to wipe off your hands. "Want to help me?" you ask eagerly.

She laughs and shakes her head, "Not a chance. I told Bucky last week I'm not getting sucked into this."

"He asked you for help?" you ask and she nods. I'm not sure why that's surprising, you think. I should honestly be thankful she's staying out of this, Bucky's mischievous enough on his own- something in your mind clicks and you smile wide at Natasha.

"I'm not sure I like that look," she giggles.

"I know exactly what I'm going to do to end this prank war," you tell her. "I'm going to ask Loki for help."

"Wait... are you serious?" the spy asks, her eyes widen in concern. "Getting the God of Mischief involved, I mean that sounds like the nuclear option Y/N."

"It'll be fine. He can't really be a bad as everyone says he is," as soon as the words leave your lips, you're unsure if you're trying to convince your friend that's true or yourself. It's definitely not going to be fine, you think despite continuing to smile.

She pats you on the back with a light laugh as she opens the bathroom door, "Well... good luck, you're going to need it."

(Later that day)

This is officially the worst idea I've ever had, you think as you exit the elevator and begin to make your way down the hall. There's no way he's going to help me, we barely even talk. Honestly, he probably doesn't know my name.

You make your way down the hall from the elevator, first past Steve's apartment then Bucky's. You keep your eyes on his closed door, walking as silently and quickly as possible just in case the super soldier is home. Letting out a sigh of relief, you turn a corner and pass Thor's apartment, continuing on until you finally reach Loki's door at the end of the hall.

"Oh, come on," you urge yourself quietly, a small smile turning up the corner of your lip as you look at the floor in front of the door. I wouldn't have been surprised if he had one of those mats that says 'go away' in some big, fancy font. I guess maybe he doesn't think he needs one of those cause who the heck would be dumb enough to disrupt his private time? Oh right... me. You pause, your knuckles inches away from the smooth surface of the door. You take a deep breath and quickly turn to walk away.

Nope, he's gonna be annoyed that I bothered him and turn me into a frog or something even worse, you convince yourself easily. I heard he used to do that to his brother all the time. If he has that kind of magic, should I really be messing with him? You pause near Thor's door, rubbing your temples. Isn't the fact that Loki can do magic and trickster stuff why you came looking for his help in the first place? you ask yourself, already knowing the answer is yes. "Ugh, fine," you mumble aloud as you gather your nerve and walk back to his apartment.

You stand in front of Loki's door, looking down as you give yourself one final quiet pep talk, "This is fine and absolutely not at all a bad idea that's going to end with me spending the rest of my life as a snake." Just as you lift your hand to knock, you hear the doorknob turn and freeze when the door swings open.

"I can hear you speaking to yourself," an annoyed tone you've heard dozens of times fills the hallway and you look up at the God of Mischief. Before you can begin to apologize for disturbing his evening, Loki's irritated expression is replaced by a grin which puts you even more on edge. He leans on the doorframe, folding his arms over his chest as he looks down at you, "Well isn't this a nice surprise. Good evening Y/N."

A nice surprise? What the heck does that mean? Well he knows my name, that's a good start... right? You stare at him quietly for a moment while your mind processes his words and you can tell he's waiting for you to speak. With a nervous giggle and an awkward wave you finally respond. "Uh, hi Loki. Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you..." you start to explain, pausing for barely a second to you remind yourself the worst he can say is no, hopefully, "but I wanted to ask you something if you're not too busy."

His grin widens into a mischievous smirk, "You want to know if I will help you with Sergeant Barnes."

You nod as you admit defeat, "Yeah. I'm not sure if you heard what he did today but umm... I really need to get him back and I'm running out of ideas."

He chuckles, a sound you only heard once when Thor was thrown through a wall by a misbehaving prototype from Stark Industries. "Oh, I heard and honestly I have been wondering when you were going to come find me. I'll admit, I'm impressed it took you so long to finally inquire about my assistance." You bite your lip anxiously as he takes a step backwards into his apartment, extending his arm to appear more inviting, "Come in, we have much to discuss."

You look around Loki's living space as you follow him, wondering if anyone else has ever been here. You can't imagine the prince inviting anyone over for dinner or to watch a movie then realize there isn't even a TV in this room. The wall across from the couch is furnished with floor to ceiling bookshelves, overflowing with paperback and hardcover books of all sizes.

He takes a seat on his dark leather couch and you sit next to him, leaving as much space as possible between you. The unflattering rumors you've heard to describe Loki flash through your mind as you try not to appear anxious.

He takes a sip of tea then sits back, crossing his legs as his focus shifts to you. "Tell me, what exactly would you like my help with?"

Okay, has he always been this hot? the thought pops into your head and you quickly chase it away with an image of Bucky smiling warmly at you during your meeting this afternoon. Clearing your throat you answer the God of Mischief, "I need to pull a prank on Bucky so good he'll be forced to surrender from the prank war."

Loki smirks, "I believe that can be accomplished. It will take a bit of thought though, you've pulled off some impressive tricks on the soldier."

You blush at the unexpected compliment, "Thanks... wait, you know about those?"

"I'm a trickster god," Loki reminds you. "Do you really think two mortals trying to out do each other for months where I live and work would go unnoticed?"

"I guess that's fair," you admit. "And I thought Fury told you people don't like being called mortals. It's weird," you giggle when he shrugs indifferently.

He changes the topic back to the reason for your visit and asks, "What is something Barnes truly cares about? Something he would notice is missing and might be willing to offer a truce to have it returned to him?"

Without a moments hesitation you reply, "Steve, I mean everyone knows they're best friends."

Loki's eyebrow raises then what you can only describe as an evil grin spreads across his lips, "Well now, that's something I can work with."

"What do you mean?" you ask, leaning slightly away him when he chuckles.

"He would trade the captain to end your little prank war," Loki states.

"No!" you let out a laugh, shaking your head before you can decide if he's being serious or not. "We can't kidnap Captain America!"

"I don't see why not," he says playfully, his eyes falling from yours to his knee with a curious look.

You pull away from the prince with a slight blush when you realize your hand somehow fell on his knee during your fit of laughter. You clear your throat then state the obvious answers, "Cause kidnapping is bad... and it's a felony." Loki shrugs in response as you quicky add, "And a lot of other really good reasons."

His smile never fades although you can tell he doesn't agree with your reasoning. "We shall table that idea for later... just in case we don't come up with a better plan," the trickster says as he shifts closer to you. "Any other, less human, items come to mind?"

You giggle, blushing involuntary when his leg presses lightly against yours. He's just reaching for his tea, calm down, you scold yourself. When he places his cup on the coffee table again, he smiles at you causing you to immediately look away so you can focus on his question and not his striking blue eyes.

"Umm... his arm," you say slowly, looking up to see him furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"The metal one?" the prince asks. "I wasn't aware it was removable."

You nod quickly as you begin to get excited. "It definitely comes off. Bucky left it at the lab once after a mission so I could run a few tests on it. We could hide his arm somewhere!"

The mischievous grin reappears on Loki's lips, "Well, I think that's settled. Tomorrow night, meet me here after the team is asleep."

(The next night, close to midnight)

No... I take it back, this is the worse idea I've ever had, you think as you follow Loki closely through Bucky's living area. The trickster reaches out and silently turns the knob on your target's bedroom door while you hold your breath. In fact, this is the worst idea in the history of ideas.

Loki stands motionless in front of you as the door swings open, his magic preventing any noise from being made which could disturb the sleeping super soldier.

That's a neat trick, you admit to yourself. You can't help but think back to how loudly the door squeaked when you snuck in a few weeks ago while Bucky was using the pool on the gym level. You had timed the prank perfectly so you were able to steal all of his shoes, leaving him only his flipflops. He walked noisily around the tower for two days before he finally found the first stolen pair of sneakers. Unfortunately for you, the super soldier had a mission on the third day and you were forced to give him back his boots.

Loki turns to look at you briefly before he steps into the room. A mischievous grin has spread across his lips, filling you with a nervous excitement for what will hopefully be your last prank.

"Oh no," you mumble silently to yourself when you follow Loki into the room. "Loki wait," you tap Loki's shoulder to get his attention when you remember he can't hear.

He gives you a confused look then sighs when you continue to talk but no sound is heard due to his spell. He holds up a hand for you to wait then turns waving his other hand towards the sleeping super soldier. You watch in quiet amazement as the green haze settles over Bucky, sending him into a deeper sleep with a soft smile. You struggle to keep from smiling too broadly when he sighs contently as both his body and mind relax. I think that's the most peaceful Bucky's ever been, you think.

"What's wrong?" Loki whispers cautiously. Bucky will no longer wake up due to the change of spells but Steve's bedroom is on the other side of the wall.

"He's sleeping with his arm on," you wave towards the general direction of the sleeping target.

"Yes?" Loki asks then it slowly dawns on him, "You don't know how to remove it?"

"No..." you chew on your bottom lip.

"You must be joking," he says, his tone harsh despite the whisper.

"I just- I mean I figured he didn't sleep with it on," you quietly explain as you take a step away from the god.

Loki raises his hand to cover his face and you begin to fear what his reaction to your massive oversight will be. You've heard dozens of stories about his short temper and his dislike for people he deems 'foolish, witless and brainless'. All words he's used on numerous occasions to describe your coworkers after they inconvenienced the prince with their mistakes. He takes a deep breath and does the last thing you ever would have expected, he lowers his hand and smiles patiently at you. "Okay, darling," the pet name catching you completely off guard to the point where you almost miss his question. "What's the plan now?"

"I-uh..." you look at him, your mouth falling open in surprise but his calm temperament. "Well it comes off somehow," you whisper a moment later as your mind races to think of a solution.

"I can ensure he won't wake up," the trickster promises, holding up his end of the plan with his magic. "See if there is a way to disengage the arm."

You debate moving at first, I don't know. It's one thing to take his arm when it's sitting on his nightstand or something but prying it off his body seems kinda... rude. Biting your lip your mind drifts to Thursday morning. You had opened your eyes slowly to the smell of fresh coffee as Natasha sat on the edge of your bed. She tapped your leg lightly over the blanket, coaxing you to wake up. As soon as your eyes opened you sat up straight in shock. Although you were still in your bed, your bed was no longer in your bedroom, it wasn't even in your apartment. You pulled the sheets higher around yourself, vaguely thankful that you wear shorts and a t-shirt to sleep in because you were currently in the middle of the very crowded common room.

Screw it, you think with a devious smirk. With new find determination, you move closer to Bucky's sleeping body and examine where his shoulder meets the vibranium. Running your fingers along the cool metal you lift your head and smile up at Loki when one of the plates shifts. "I think i got it," you whisper and he grins in return.

(Next morning)

"Where the hell is it?!" Bucky storms into the kitchen wearing the same clothes he had been sleeping in.

"Where's what?" you ask from your seat at the island, acting as uninterested as possible while you eat your cereal.

Loki doesn't look up from his book, sipping his tea calmly in the seat next to you.

"My arm!" Bucky yells, dramatically pointing to the missing appendage as the sleeve on his t-shirt hangs empty.

"Your arm-" Steve stands up in shock, nearly knocking over his coffee then he looks directly at you. In a stern tone he demands an answer, "Y/N, what did you do with Buck's arm?"

"Why do you guys think I had anything to do with this?" you try to keep your voice even despite your heart hammering wildly in your chest. Loki's hand moves to your knee, squeezing it gently in an effort to keep you from bouncing your leg anxiously against his. The prince's gesture does little to drop your heart rate but it does distract you from the issue at hand, for a few seconds at least.

"If this is supposed to be a prank, it's not funny," Bucky says.

"It is a little funny," the prince mumbles under his breath with a smile before taking another sip of tea.

"If Loki thinks it's funny, it's gotta be good," Sam interrupts as he heads straight for the fridge, not noticing the glaring look Bucky is giving you while you eat a bit faster. He hands a water bottle to Clint then closes the door just as Tony walks in.

"His arm is missing," Steve groans as if he can't believe this is happening.

"I thought you looked different," Sam jokes, enjoying the look of aggravation on his friend's face this early in the morning.

"Wait, you lost it?" Clint asks, his concern genuine as he moves closer to the island.

"I didn't lose it!" Bucky insists. "Y/N took it."

Tony sets up the coffee maker for his third cup of the morning, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes closed tightly. "Y/N, give Barnes his arm back," he orders, sounding more like an exhausted father than your boss. He mumbles to himself, turning his attention back to his coffee, "I can't believe I had to say that."

"I mean, I would..." you smile, giving up on denying your involvement any longer since clearly no one believes you. "But I don't have it-" you start to explain but are immediately cut off.

"You don't have it? Where is it?" he asks.

I almost feel bad about how desperately he wants it back but I have to stick to the plan, you remind yourself. You open your mouth to give Bucky the ultimatum that will hopefully end the prank war once and for all but just as you are about to speak, Thor walks in holding the arm.

"Where did you find that?" Bucky asks as he practically runs to Thor. Relief washes over him and you slouch in defeat knowing you've lost all your leverage in an instant.

The God of Thunder laughs, "That's an odd question. Don't you remember where you left it?"

"I didn't leave it anywhere," Bucky says with an annoyed tone as he looks at you over his shoulder. "She took it while I was sleeping." He takes the vibranium arm from Thor thankfully and reattaches it. He rotates his arm quicky, causing it to make a loud mechanical click as it locks back into place.

"How did she manage that?" Clint asks.

Bucky's eyes remain fixed on you, "I'm not entirely sure, but the real question is how am I going to get back at her for this." You chew your bottom lip and lower your eyes to your empty cereal bowl in order to avoid eye contact. Bucky clenches and opens his metal fist, his fingers recalibrating with a metal whirl and you look up at the sound. "I'll see you around Y/N," he waves to you, wiggling his metal fingers with a smirk as he walks out of the kitchen. Loki gently squeezes your knee again under the island, his face remaining emotionless as he drinks the rest of his tea.

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After a moment of convincing yourself to move, you finally get up and place your empty dishes in the dishwasher. Leaving the kitchen you head quickly towards Bucky's office, spotting him not too far ahead of you. "Bucky?" you call for him and he stops, turning to face you with a smile.

"Yes sweetheart?" he answers back as you walk closer to him.

"I was wondering..." you try to gather the thoughts that were scattered by the nickname. "Um, so can we call a truce now? You know, before things get any crazier."

He chuckles at your question then moves closer to you until your back presses against the wall behind you. He gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear with his metal fingers and smiles charmingly. Your knees begin to feel weak as you lift your head to look up at him, fighting to keep from blushing when his cool vibranium fingers brush against your cheek lightly. "No truce. I'm just getting started," he says so confidently you begin to wonder if he would have given in even if his arm wasn't returned.

Bucky takes a step away from you and you instantly miss the brief contact you had shared. His smiles shifts into a mischievous grin and you swallow hard at the swift change. "I know you didn't do this one on your own... be careful who you form an alliance with," Bucky adds before walking down the hall without glancing back at you.

You stand utterly still, your back still pressed to the wall as you try to shake off the feelings that came with being towered over by your super soldier crush. Once your legs begin to work again, you walk in the opposite direction towards Loki's office. When you reach his door, you turn the knob and walk in without knocking.

The prince looks up, sighing heavily in annoyance at the unwelcome interruption but his expression relaxes when he realizes it's you. "Y/N," he says pleasantly as you take a seat across from him. With a defeated groan, you put your face in your hands and lean forward in the chair. "I take it Barnes did not accept your offer for a truce," Loki assumes easily.

"Nope," you confirm as you look up at him, "He says he's just getting started... and he knows someone is helping me."

Loki smiles wide, "Well then, I guess we should prepare for war darling."

(That night)

A balled up napkin hits you in the forehead and you look up as you focus on your friend. "What was that for?" you ask, picking up the napkin from where it landed on the floor.

"You haven't heard a single word I've said in the last five minutes," Natasha responds unapologetically.

For a very brief moment you debate lying to her but you know there's no chance you'll be successful. "Sorry," you mumble instead, pushing the fried rice around your plate with a pair of chopsticks. "I guess I have a lot on my mind."

"Something more entertaining than Thor setting the toaster on fire this morning?" she asks about the story she had been telling you while she divides up the rest of the orange chicken between your plates.

"Not really entertaining... I think I have a problem," you worry your bottom lip, ignoring the new food that has been added.

"With Loki?" Natasha guesses, her posture shifts from relaxed to tense in an instant. She protectively threatens, "If he's being an ass to you, I'll-"

You cut her off quickly and shake your head, "No, no. It's nothing like that. He's... well he's kinda been really great to hang out with actually."

Nat looks at you, stunned into silence for the first time since you've known her. After a pause for her to absorb what you said she cracks a small smile, "You and Loki hang out? When did that happen?"

You shrug, trying to act as if it isn't a big deal, "It's just been a few times, after he helped me with Bucky's arm. He's a lot funnier then I thought, and he's really sweet once you get to know him. The other night we stayed up late just talking about-" Your words die off when you see the smile on Nat's face. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because it sounds like you have a crush on Loki," she states, completely forgetting her earlier story as she leans towards you.

"What? No," you try to deny the feelings you have been struggling to ignore for the last few days.

"Yes," she nods then her head tilts. "What about Bucky?" You can't help the blush that creeps up your cheeks at the mention of his name in a conversation about crushes. "Ooh... so you still like him too," Natasha grins wider.

"I... well...," you struggle to come up with a logical way to explain your feelings before giving up and sinking into the seat on the couch. "I told you, I'm in trouble."

Natasha giggles and asks, "Why's that?"

You look at your untouched plate of food knowing your friend is more than clear on the answer but she wants to hear you finally admit it. "I have a crush on Bucky... and Loki."

"Now this is Interesting," she smiles playfully, clearly enjoying your predicament.

"What do I do?" you look over at her, desperate for an answer to solve your problem.

"End the silly prank war and go ask one of them out," she answers with a light shrug.

"That's the dumbest advice you've ever given me," you sigh heavily despite knowing she's right. You had come to that very conclusion this morning while watching Bucky and Loki train together with Steve.

She places a hand on your knee, "The prank war is going to end eventually and you're going to have to decide which one you like more."

"What if I just quit my job and move to another country?" you smile sheepishly.

Natasha smiles and pats your knee before reaching for her plate, ignoring your suggestion. "We should also hope you don't develop any more crushes in the meantime," she giggles.

"Not helpful," you toss one of the small throw pillows at her then swallow hard when she catches it without even flinching.

(Next afternoon)

Heck yeah, this is actually going to work, you think triumphantly as you become fully lost in your work, peering down at the nanotech sample under your microscope. The door to your lab opens but the sound is drowned out by the music coming through your headphones, your focus remains unbroken even though you are no longer alone. "I have to set up a meeting with Tony tomorrow about this-" you mumble to yourself as you lift your head away from the eye piece and turn towards your computer.

"Holy crap!" you yell loudly as you nearly slip off the chair when you're suddenly face to face with Bucky.

He reaches out, gripping your wrist to help steady you as he fights to keep from laughing at your reaction. The super soldier says something but the words are lost under the loud music playing in your ears.

You pull the ear buds out quickly, giving him a stern look which only makes him grin wider. "Trying to give me a heart attack doesn't count as a prank," you scold him.

He chuckles lightly, "Don't worry sweetheart, I'm planning something a lot worse than a little scare."

You bite your bottom lip, that's exactly what I'm afraid of. It had taken you almost an hour this morning to feel relaxed enough to begin working in your lab. I doubt he'll pull the same trick twice but I'm not willing to bet on it. It's only been a day since I took Bucky's arm, he's gonna get me back with something big, you thought nervously as you checked your equipment, desk and chair for any obvious signs of tampering.

He places a paper plate on your desk and slides it towards you, the smile still on his lips. "What's that?" you ask, eyeing the gift suspiciously.

"It's a cookie," he answers. "You've seen those before right?" he jokes.

"I can see that it's a cookie," you tell him, fighting to keep from rolling your eyes. "Why did you get me a cookie? You've never brought me a snack before." You look at the treat as if it may explode, poking tentatively at chocolate cream topping then without thinking, you lick the tip of your finger. A light blush spreads across your cheeks when you realize Bucky's eyes are now focused on your lips.

The super soldier's eyes quickly lift to meet yours, "I was just trying to be nice sweetheart. One of the assistants brought in a few boxes of pastries for that three hour debrief we had this morning."

"Are you sure there isn't something wrong with it?" you giggle, sliding the plate closer to you.

"I'm hurt that you don't trust me," he chuckles, pulling the plate back before you can pick up the delicious looking cookie. You watch silently as he breaks the treat in half, placing one side down on the plate while he eats the other half. He pushes the plate back towards you then looks at you curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Well... now I only have half a cookie," he chuckles at your exaggerated pout.

"I'm sorry, I'll get you another cookie," he promises sweetly.

"Thanks Bucky, you're the best," you giggle as you add, "Expect when you're breaking into my lab to mess with all of my stuff."

"Technically..." he grins, leaning closer to you, "you didn't lock the lab so I didn't break in."

"Fine... but I know I always lock my apartment," you tell him, referring to the numerous pranks he pulled which required him to be inside you're personal space.

He turns to walk towards the door of your lab, hopefully to get you another cookie and stops. "I guess a lock doesn't keep either of us out, does it?" he waves at you with his metal hand as he opens the door to leave.

(Next morning)

You walk towards your lab confidently with Fury, Tony and the two gods to show them the new tech you are proposing for the Asgardians upcoming mission. As you near the door, you hear footsteps approaching rapidly from the opposite end of the hall. Bucky comes into view and the expression on his face makes you freeze as the director grips the door handle.

"Wait!" Bucky yells in warning but it's too late.

Fury pushes the door open and you pull your gaze away from the super soldier when you hear a soft click. The instant Fury's foot triggers the trap, a bucket drops from above covering him in a mixture of shaving cream and water. He turns slowly to face Bucky, immediately knowing who is to blame but just as he opens his mouth, four party cannons pop off loudly. You cover your mouth in shock as they erupt behind him, sending hundreds of multicolored pieces of confetti into the air. The director's glare becomes more intense as the pieces fall and begin to stick all over the white mixture coating his skin and leather coat. He grinds his teeth hard, his fists clenching when there is another loud popping sound followed by a cloud of purple smoke.

Fury stands silently in the doorway to your lab, covered in Bucky's latest prank. Thor chuckles quietly to himself, clearly amused with the sight in front of him but still cautious enough to not anger the director further. Tony, on the other hand, laughs uncontrollably as he pulls out his phone and begins to take several photos to document the incident. Loki smirks beside you then leans close to whisper, "I'm glad that wasn't you, darling." You nod slightly in response but are unable to make a sound.

After what feels like hours, Fury's hard gaze drifts from Bucky to you and Loki. "My office, ten minutes, all three of you," he says sternly before walking away in the direction of his office.

"Well... it was nice knowing you Y/N," Tony tries to sound sincere as he gains control over his laughing fit. "And I'm sure Steve will miss you Barnes," he adds, purposefully leaving out Loki who rolls his eyes. You barely hear Thor state that he would miss his brother despite Tony's assumption that no one would notice his absence. Swallowing hard, you watch Fury until he disappears around a corner, a trail of confetti and shaving cream follow behind him.

(Ten minutes later)

You sit on an uncomfortable metal chair between Loki and Bucky, looking down at your hands. "How old are you?" the director asks and you lift your head at the seemingly odd question.

"Thirty-five," you mumble a response first.

Bucky replies next, "Technically, one hundred and six."

Fury's attention shifts to Loki and the god sighs before answering, "One thousand seventy-one."

Your eyes widen in surprise at hearing their true ages. I knew Bucky was like a hundred but Loki's over a thousand? Damn they both look really good for their age, the thought pops into your mind as you think about the men on either side of you.

"Then start acting like it! None of you are children and this prank war is officially over," the director's harsh voice snaps your thoughts back to the reason why you're in his office. "The next person who so much as places a prank call will be fired is that clear?"

All three of you respond, agreeing to his terms. You breath a light sigh of relief, that was way too close.

"Now get out," he orders, his attention shifting as he flicks a piece of pink confetti off his shoulder.

"So... that sucked," you giggle nervously when you feel a safe distance away from the director's office. Bucky smiles for the first time since Fury triggered his prank, nodding quickly in agreement.

Loki pauses at the end of the hall, causing you and Bucky to stop as well. The prince takes your hand, lifting it to his lips as he places a soft kiss on your skin. You blush, vaguely aware of Bucky's eyes on you as you look up at Loki. "I'm sorry it ended this way but it was truly a pleasure having another trickster around. Thank you darling," he smiles at you before releasing your hand.

You take a small step away from Loki, the blush deepening as you search for the words to respond to him. You back into Bucky's chest and turn to look up at the smiling super soldier. He runs his metal fingers slowly through your hair, "Sorry I got you in trouble with Fury but I haven't had that much fun since before the war. Thanks sweetheart." He leans down, passing a soft kiss on top of your head as his hand falls from your hair.

Both men smile at you then walk down the hall in opposite directions.

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Put It On My Tab (26)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Warning: Finally they dance, "It's finally slowed down" curse

Translations:

Nena - Babe

Lindura - cutie

mi pequeña petardo - my little fire cracker

¡Has perdido la cabeza! - you've lost your mind

A/N:

Honestly, there has been way too much going on in my personal life, to even begin explaining this delay. So, I’m just going to post this update and runaway! (I also tried to make it as long as possible to make up for the delayed posting.)

Please comment/like/reblog. If you’d like to be tagged moving forward, please let me know! I’d also greatly appreciate it if rebloggers remember to add the tags (or some at least).

As always, a huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, please check out the master post for the rest of the chapters.

“Easier for you to say, you’re not dancing with someone who can bury you in so much debt that you'll end up as a footnote in their biography, at best; in a room full of people who are bound to be your boss when you’re done topping coffees and lattes with whipped cream, drizzles, and crumbles. Unless by some miracle Bruce Wayne decides to adopt me or leave me with some of his petty cash charity budget, I’m shit outta luck.” She grumbled under her breath. “Doesn’t help that you’re really good-looking.” 

“So you do find me attractive!” He smugly retorted, his chest puffing and his shoulders pulled slightly back as he straightened up his spine to be a little taller.

“Easy there, Wonder Boy, I’m broke, not blind.” Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes as she prepared herself to move past this little remark and focus on the daunting task of dancing when something distracted her. Well, two things distracted her. The first was the sight of Tim Drake sipping a rather large cup of cold brew coffee, and the second was Jason’s remark. How did he-you know what, no, I don’t need to know. He’s got his drink and is fully distracted from me.  She lightly shook her head and turned her attention back to the tall young man who currently held her in his arms. “When did I ever say you weren’t attractive?”

“You didn’t, but you act like I’m as alluring as a wall.”

“Some walls can be quite fascinating, you know. Some hold magnificent pieces of art, while others are oddly shaped or scribbled on by children. Some can be riddled with holes or covered in ivy-,” his glare and the twitch in one of his eyebrows earned a grin from her. A grin that made it difficult for him, so he doubled down on his glare. There were ways to silence her, one in particular that did not involve his hands, but did involve his lips. But how would she react to him kissing her? Out of the blue? What risks would she have to endure, especially if one of the Bat Family saw him? The risks outweighed the benefits, or so he told himself repeatedly to keep himself from acting on his insane thoughts.

“You know what I mean.”

“You’re wondering why I don’t fawn over you like all the other ladies you encounter? Batting lashes, padding busts, and pouting lips as they beg for your attention? False falls into your awaiting arms? Doused in sugary perfumes, hoping to entice your sweet tooth?”

“You’re having way too much fun with my troubles.” His voice was dry and weighted with agitation, but it was not crushing. He was a tad annoyed and she enjoyed his mild discomfort.

“Yes, yes I am.” She winked at him,

“Well, I suppose it’s a price I pay to not have you stepping on my feet.” He lightly shrugged his shoulders.

“How do you figure that? I’m pretty sure more distractions will increase the risk of my clumsiness and the punishment of your pedal appendages.”

“You haven’t stepped on them thus far. Safe to say, my ‘pedal appendages’ are safe.” He chuckled, watching her face scrunch in confusion before stretching out in genuine shock. She turned her head from side to side as he led her in small circles. The fact that she genuinely failed to notice the start of their motions warmed his heart in ways he never thought possible. She does that a lot, now that I think about it. Eye twitches and that ridiculous nickname aside. 

“Since when have we been moving?!”

“Since the start of this song.”

“How?”

“By my lead.”

“Without warning me?”

“Did you need further warning after I asked you to dance? I assumed my request, your agreement, and us taking our positions to start was ample warning.” He chuckled, the cute crease between her brows as she glared at him only encouraged him. “I guess not, I’ll keep that in mind the next time we meet at a party, Sweetheart.”

Next time? Her heart fluttered at the confidence in which he spoke each word, specifically the pet name. Does he mean he’ll invite me again, or does he think I'll magically get tickets again? As exciting as it was to have two of Gotham’s vigilantes come crashing through the store window late at night with a target, I rather not have to go through all that every time to meet like this. “You say it like it’s something that's meant to happen.”

“It will.” The assured grin was dangerous for her knees, how she managed to stay standing was nothing short of a miracle.

“Well aren’t you Mr. Confident.” And a natural weapon against women’s hearts everywhere with a grin like that.  

“Comes with the territory.” He slightly shrugged.

“And what territory is that?” She felt her body glide backwards, guided by some unknown force. She found herself looking at the ceiling for a brief moment before all she saw was his face.

“The territory of when a girl confirms she thinks you’re attractive,” and you want to make sure you can see her again. Her face felt warm as she gave a meek and stuttering “oh” as he lifted her back up. The song slowly came to a close, and she took a step back, needing a little breathing and wanting to keep from crowding him.

“Then I guess I'll be relying on you a little longer in leading the dances.”

“If I must,” he heaved a heavy sigh and slouched. Seeing his dramatics, she scowled and shoved him. Or at least she tried to, but she was as successful at pushing him as she would be pushing the Wayne manor. She knew he was a fit guy, but to witness once more just how solid he was so suddenly surprised her. “Can I help you?” He raised an eyebrow with a smug smirk.

“Yeah, fall over when I push you! Give a girl some face!” She grumbled at her failed attempt at knocking him off balance even a little. 

“Oh, was I supposed to do that? I'll keep that in mind for next time, Sweetie.” That subtle pink in her cheeks was back and possibly half a shade darker. That’s a good color on her, too.

That's cheating! “I’m going to keep you to it!”

I wouldn't want it any other way. He kept those words locked away, deep inside him, out of fear that even the slightest sliver of might would expose him.

The next few days sluggishly blurred by, like cold honey being poured out for a cup of tea and she patiently, with an edge of frustration; awaiting the sweetness to drizzle into her piping hot cup. In her case, quite literally, as she made someone’s order who requested a ‘kiss of honey, no less and no more, you better bet I’ll know, because I will’. Which led to her current situation of standing at an odd angle to allow the customer who was watching her like a hawk. If she even tried to use a spoon to assist the honey, she heard the sharp clearing of a throat and loud guttural sounds of phlegm stubbornly stuck to the throat.

Just like this damn honey. She pressed her lips into a line, taking in a deep breath through her nose. To think, I was walking through luxury without a care in the world this past Friday. The bright lights, glittering glasses, delicious dishes, and soft music mingled with chatter. Finally, the honey dipped into the cup and automatically she slowly swirled the suspended bottle. She went in wanting to forget a certain someone, only to come face-to-face with said someone. She quickly righted the honey and continued on with making the detailed order. I guess it wasn’t so bad meeting him there, we did get to clear things up, and the food was fantastic. I finally have that token rich friend, and I’m the token broke friend. She snickered to herself, capping the drink and placing it on the pick-up counter, calling out the name. She knew the customer was right there, but the last time she had just handed it over without calling their name, a complaint was lodged against her for not doing her job.

The nitpicky customer eyed the cup as if it were poison, carefully turning it. The hunt for stains or a mess to have something to complain about began, but there was none. Their lips pursued in dissatisfaction as they picked up the cup, sniffing through the mouthpiece.

“Please be careful, the drink was heated to your requested temperature.” Y/N reminded with the perfect customer service smile as she saw the signs of a reckless swig ready to take place.

“I know that,” they hissed in response, swirling the cup before taking a tentative sip.

Of course, you do, that’s why you idiotically took a gulp of it every other time. Then you accused me of not warning you of the hot contents, and then insisted it is my job to remind you that your hot drink is hot. Demanding compensation for your pain and suffering, i.e., a comped drink. She stood there smiling, watching as their nose crinkled with utter dissatisfaction. “Everything to your liking?”

“Yes,” they harrumphed and stomped out without a single point to raise to the owner.

“It was your turn, huh?” Cici came up beside Y/N who was wiping the counter with a towel.

“Yup, and not a single shred of a mishap found.”

“So no complaints and comped drink? Excellent!” Their coworker chimed in from behind.

“I swear, some of these people think we’re their servants and this is their private home.” Another rolled his eyes, placing a mobile order on the shelf for pickup.

“What, we’re not personal at home coffee bars to every rich snob in Gotham?” Y/N gasped, her eyes and mouth wide open in the most sarcastically exaggerated look of shock she could muster. “Say it ain’t so, Cici, say it ain’t so!” She grabbed her best friend by the shoulders and shook her as if the world was coming to an end.

“Aiy, get off me!” Cici snorted, managing to break free of the grip. “¡Has perdido la cabeza!*” She brushed off her arms and straightened her shirt and cap. “You’re on clean up tonight!”

“I was scheduled for the night shift as is!” Y/N rolled her eyes to the heavens at the ‘punishment’ that was dealt to her by their manager, but raised her hands in surrender at the glare that was leveled at her. “Shutting up now, got it!” She snickered, Cici hip bumping her as she passed, their fellow baristas joining in on the fun as they mock hid in fear as Cici walked by.

“Hello, is no one going to take my order?!” An obnoxious nasally voice shouted from the counter, the customer practically on the counter as they leaned over as if there was not a soul in sight.

“Please do not lean over the counter, one of us will be right with you.” Cici’s firm tone and look had the customer scrambling back onto their feet. Before they could complain anymore or scold her, she turned and left towards the back of the shop through the kitchen doors as Y/N and another barista came up to the two registers.

“Lindura, I’m back!” The bellowing voice was the last one Y/N wanted to hear for the rest of her life. Clearly, it was too much to ask for, since Matías was currently walking right up to the counter with his friends at his heels.

Did someone say the forbidden words of ‘it’s quiet’ now? She scrunched her face as she glared at the tile right in front of her feet. Peace was not on the menu for her today, and she could not help but wonder for the umpteenth time if she somehow insulted some shaman or ancient ancestors. There’s always the option of a past life. Maybe I spit in some mystic’s bean curd? She pondered the possibilities, hoping to block out the whistles, but as he got closer they got louder. Ignore him, Y/N, ignore them. You’re not on the register. She reminded herself, grateful she was not alone this time. Though technically, Jason came in not too long after and saved me from that mess. She was tempted to turn around and see if he was there as well, but forced herself to stay as she was, brooming behind the counter,

“I know you can hear me, mi pequeña petardo!” The grating voice continued to shout, the chatter stopping to see what was going on. Taking a deep breath, Y/N continued her task, refusing to face him as she finally responded to him.

“Sir, this is the final time I am going to remind you to stop using such names. This is my place of work, and we are not anything more than just employee and customer of this establishment. If you are here to order, one of the staff at the register will assist you. If you continue to shout and disrupt the other customers, we will have to force you to leave.”

“Oh, how you supposin’ you’ll do that?” The snobby rich kid sneered. “You gonna come and kick us out yourself? No need to make excuses to come touch, we’ll gladly take you where we can have all the fun you’d like.” The others ‘ooh’ed and laughed, and she could feel the sleazy looks at her back. She curled her lips inwards to control the gag reflex.

Not even for a million dollars. Instead of humoring them with a response, she grabbed the cordless phone. Would Jason come if I called? But what could he do? He’d get in trouble too, there’s way too many people. No, I should call someone else. She fished out the card of one detective Dick Grayson and dialed the number.

“Hey, who are you calling?!”

“You better not be calling the cops!”

“Guys, relax, she’s not going to call anyone. She’s just trying to act tough.” Matias assured them, grinning with such confidence, that was until he heard the voice on the other line that said “this is Detective Dick Grayson” loud and clear. The way that smug look dropped in an instant was a cinematic masterpiece to Y/N who brought the receiver closer to her mouth.

“Hello, Detective, this Y/N.” There was a small pause from the other line. It was just long enough to kickstart her panic, thinking he may have forgotten her or that he was no longer interested in assisting her as freely as he said he would. Shit, what do I do if he doesn’t play along?

“Oh, Y/N, what a pleasant surprise. How can I help you?” She let out a sigh of relief.

“Yes, sorry to trouble you, but there are some unruly visitors at the shop. I’m afraid, things might escalate. With a claim already processing, I don’t want any unnecessary damage that would affect it. You’ve been so busy, and I would hate for all your efforts to be for nothing.”

“No, we most certainly don’t want that.” She heard him let out a heavy sigh and shuffled papers. “I’ll be on my way, it’ll take some time for me, but I’ll send a nearby patrol care over to help secure things.”

“You really wanna do that, Lindura?”

“My name is Y/N and if you continue to disturb others, yes.” She firmly responded, the glare from Cici’s cousin not troubling her in the slightest. Instead, she glared right back at him. “Alright, alright,” he pocketed his hands and took a few steps back. “We’re leavin’. No need to get the pretty boys in blue here. I’ll see you around, nena.” He winked at her and she purposely did not hide her shudder of disgust.

Hopefully never, she brought the phone back to her ear at the call of her name. “Ah, yes, sorry. They’ve left the facility, you don’t need to call anyone. Sorry to bother you so late.”

“Not at all, I’m glad you called. I was beginning to think you don’t like me.” Dick chuckled. It was a low chuckle, one she knew many girls would have swooned over. She may have swooned over it herself once upon a time, but she could not stop the comparison of his to Jason’s. With Dick’s it was friendly and made her smile, but Jason’s was a touch lower and warmer. It hit and felt different. “Y/N?”

“Yes? Sorry, the cafe is still open. I didn’t hear what you said.” Get yourself together, Y/L/N! “Sorry to bother you so late, and thanks for actually answering my call. I really didn’t expect you to answer. I’ll try to avoid calling you again over something so minor, good evening.” She hung up the phone, swapping the broom for the cloth and spray to wipe off tables.

Dick was alone in the precinct office, the only lights coming from his desk light and the streetlamps outside. He sat there, staring at the phone in his hand, confused and speechless. The last few sentences were said so quickly, he wondered if she finally remembered to breathe. 

“But she did call me and that’s a plus! Little Jaybird will be so thrilled if he knew.” He grinned, putting the handset back on the base. “I wonder where he is tonight. I think he said something about being on patrol.” He pulled out his cellphone and looked through his chat to see the ‘don’t bother me, I’m working tonight’ text. Tapping on the dialogue box, he began to type.

<I just got the most interesting call from a cafe employee about some troublesome customers. Did you get any interesting messages?> He was about to close the chat window when he saw the ellipses appear and disappear. At first, he thought it was his imagination, but the appeared once more.

<Fuck off, I’m busy.> Dick snorted at the quick response, pocketing his phone before getting back to his paperwork.

As the night dragged on and the customers dwindled down to nothing, her and Ryan stared out at the spotless lobby and sighed, neither daring to say the cursed words of it being too quiet. They knew the other was thinking it by the mutual look they gave one another. The silence was broken by the melodious tune of a ringtone. Y/N watched as her coworker picked it up, and the bland expression quickly shifted into one of worry and then panic.

“Oh shit, no, no, ok! Uhm, crap! I’m still at work!” She watched her coworker hop and pace, looking between the clock and the floor. “I can’t just leave! Yes, I know, but work is work!” He argued, running a hand through their hair. “Shit, what do I do!?” He hung up the phone and began to pace again.

“Everything ok, Ryan?” She frowned, placing a hand on her friend’s shoulder.

“Wha-oh, shit! I forgot you were there!” Ryan jumped into the air before whipping around.

“Yeah, I noticed. All good?”

“Yeah, no, not at all! My brother-in-law needs to be taken to the ER, but my sister can’t leave her kids alone at home. She was hoping I could go-,”

“Then go. That’s way more important than this dead zone. I’ve run night shift alone before, and it’s only about five minutes left. I’ll lock up behind you and take out the trash.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to just leave you here.”

“I’ll be fine, go watch the kids and keep me posted on your brother-in-law, yeah?”

“Y/N, you’re a fucking lifesaver! I owe you! I’m gonna clock out-,”

“I’ll clock you out at the right time, quit wasting time. Go on, shoo!” She nearly pushed him through the door, but he quickly caught on, thanked her once more before running out, calling his sister to let her know he was on the way. 

“I swear,” Y/N blew upwards, her loose strands of hair flying up for a brief moment from the rush of are. As she said, she would, she began to lock up and made sure everything was put away, the register finalized, the drawer locked away, and clocked both herself and Ryan out before heading out back to toss out the trash. The night air was chilly, but it was nice as she made her way over to the dumpsters, hoisting up the first bag and tossing it in. She heard a soft thunk as she hoisted up the second bag, followed by a groan. She threw in the second bag and froze. Did I hear a groan!?!

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He dancing scene at the party... absolute perfection

Ugh they are so fantastic together! If only they were actually together 🤦‍♀️

A groan?! Who the hell is that??

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Why thank you, that dancing scene took ages in my head to get just right.

Ah yes, the mysterious groan and the bigger question of who could that be? Perhaps a raccoon? Maybe Batman himself?

[socksfersale]

jason dunking fatson

i can't stop thinking about fatson todd. I want to punt kick him so bad (endearing)

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@vbecker10 I FOUND IT!!

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Put It On My Tab (26)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Warning: Finally they dance, "It's finally slowed down" curse

Translations:

Nena - Babe

Lindura - cutie

mi pequeña petardo - my little fire cracker

¡Has perdido la cabeza! - you've lost your mind

A/N:

Honestly, there has been way too much going on in my personal life, to even begin explaining this delay. So, I’m just going to post this update and runaway! (I also tried to make it as long as possible to make up for the delayed posting.)

Please comment/like/reblog. If you’d like to be tagged moving forward, please let me know! I’d also greatly appreciate it if rebloggers remember to add the tags (or some at least).

As always, a huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, please check out the master post for the rest of the chapters.

“Easier for you to say, you’re not dancing with someone who can bury you in so much debt that you'll end up as a footnote in their biography, at best; in a room full of people who are bound to be your boss when you’re done topping coffees and lattes with whipped cream, drizzles, and crumbles. Unless by some miracle Bruce Wayne decides to adopt me or leave me with some of his petty cash charity budget, I’m shit outta luck.” She grumbled under her breath. “Doesn’t help that you’re really good-looking.” 

“So you do find me attractive!” He smugly retorted, his chest puffing and his shoulders pulled slightly back as he straightened up his spine to be a little taller.

“Easy there, Wonder Boy, I’m broke, not blind.” Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes as she prepared herself to move past this little remark and focus on the daunting task of dancing when something distracted her. Well, two things distracted her. The first was the sight of Tim Drake sipping a rather large cup of cold brew coffee, and the second was Jason’s remark. How did he-you know what, no, I don’t need to know. He’s got his drink and is fully distracted from me.  She lightly shook her head and turned her attention back to the tall young man who currently held her in his arms. “When did I ever say you weren’t attractive?”

“You didn’t, but you act like I’m as alluring as a wall.”

“Some walls can be quite fascinating, you know. Some hold magnificent pieces of art, while others are oddly shaped or scribbled on by children. Some can be riddled with holes or covered in ivy-,” his glare and the twitch in one of his eyebrows earned a grin from her. A grin that made it difficult for him, so he doubled down on his glare. There were ways to silence her, one in particular that did not involve his hands, but did involve his lips. But how would she react to him kissing her? Out of the blue? What risks would she have to endure, especially if one of the Bat Family saw him? The risks outweighed the benefits, or so he told himself repeatedly to keep himself from acting on his insane thoughts.

“You know what I mean.”

“You’re wondering why I don’t fawn over you like all the other ladies you encounter? Batting lashes, padding busts, and pouting lips as they beg for your attention? False falls into your awaiting arms? Doused in sugary perfumes, hoping to entice your sweet tooth?”

“You’re having way too much fun with my troubles.” His voice was dry and weighted with agitation, but it was not crushing. He was a tad annoyed and she enjoyed his mild discomfort.

“Yes, yes I am.” She winked at him,

“Well, I suppose it’s a price I pay to not have you stepping on my feet.” He lightly shrugged his shoulders.

“How do you figure that? I’m pretty sure more distractions will increase the risk of my clumsiness and the punishment of your pedal appendages.”

“You haven’t stepped on them thus far. Safe to say, my ‘pedal appendages’ are safe.” He chuckled, watching her face scrunch in confusion before stretching out in genuine shock. She turned her head from side to side as he led her in small circles. The fact that she genuinely failed to notice the start of their motions warmed his heart in ways he never thought possible. She does that a lot, now that I think about it. Eye twitches and that ridiculous nickname aside. 

“Since when have we been moving?!”

“Since the start of this song.”

“How?”

“By my lead.”

“Without warning me?”

“Did you need further warning after I asked you to dance? I assumed my request, your agreement, and us taking our positions to start was ample warning.” He chuckled, the cute crease between her brows as she glared at him only encouraged him. “I guess not, I’ll keep that in mind the next time we meet at a party, Sweetheart.”

Next time? Her heart fluttered at the confidence in which he spoke each word, specifically the pet name. Does he mean he’ll invite me again, or does he think I'll magically get tickets again? As exciting as it was to have two of Gotham’s vigilantes come crashing through the store window late at night with a target, I rather not have to go through all that every time to meet like this. “You say it like it’s something that's meant to happen.”

“It will.” The assured grin was dangerous for her knees, how she managed to stay standing was nothing short of a miracle.

“Well aren’t you Mr. Confident.” And a natural weapon against women’s hearts everywhere with a grin like that.  

“Comes with the territory.” He slightly shrugged.

“And what territory is that?” She felt her body glide backwards, guided by some unknown force. She found herself looking at the ceiling for a brief moment before all she saw was his face.

“The territory of when a girl confirms she thinks you’re attractive,” and you want to make sure you can see her again. Her face felt warm as she gave a meek and stuttering “oh” as he lifted her back up. The song slowly came to a close, and she took a step back, needing a little breathing and wanting to keep from crowding him.

“Then I guess I'll be relying on you a little longer in leading the dances.”

“If I must,” he heaved a heavy sigh and slouched. Seeing his dramatics, she scowled and shoved him. Or at least she tried to, but she was as successful at pushing him as she would be pushing the Wayne manor. She knew he was a fit guy, but to witness once more just how solid he was so suddenly surprised her. “Can I help you?” He raised an eyebrow with a smug smirk.

“Yeah, fall over when I push you! Give a girl some face!” She grumbled at her failed attempt at knocking him off balance even a little. 

“Oh, was I supposed to do that? I'll keep that in mind for next time, Sweetie.” That subtle pink in her cheeks was back and possibly half a shade darker. That’s a good color on her, too.

That's cheating! “I’m going to keep you to it!”

I wouldn't want it any other way. He kept those words locked away, deep inside him, out of fear that even the slightest sliver of might would expose him.

The next few days sluggishly blurred by, like cold honey being poured out for a cup of tea and she patiently, with an edge of frustration; awaiting the sweetness to drizzle into her piping hot cup. In her case, quite literally, as she made someone’s order who requested a ‘kiss of honey, no less and no more, you better bet I’ll know, because I will’. Which led to her current situation of standing at an odd angle to allow the customer who was watching her like a hawk. If she even tried to use a spoon to assist the honey, she heard the sharp clearing of a throat and loud guttural sounds of phlegm stubbornly stuck to the throat.

Just like this damn honey. She pressed her lips into a line, taking in a deep breath through her nose. To think, I was walking through luxury without a care in the world this past Friday. The bright lights, glittering glasses, delicious dishes, and soft music mingled with chatter. Finally, the honey dipped into the cup and automatically she slowly swirled the suspended bottle. She went in wanting to forget a certain someone, only to come face-to-face with said someone. She quickly righted the honey and continued on with making the detailed order. I guess it wasn’t so bad meeting him there, we did get to clear things up, and the food was fantastic. I finally have that token rich friend, and I’m the token broke friend. She snickered to herself, capping the drink and placing it on the pick-up counter, calling out the name. She knew the customer was right there, but the last time she had just handed it over without calling their name, a complaint was lodged against her for not doing her job.

The nitpicky customer eyed the cup as if it were poison, carefully turning it. The hunt for stains or a mess to have something to complain about began, but there was none. Their lips pursued in dissatisfaction as they picked up the cup, sniffing through the mouthpiece.

“Please be careful, the drink was heated to your requested temperature.” Y/N reminded with the perfect customer service smile as she saw the signs of a reckless swig ready to take place.

“I know that,” they hissed in response, swirling the cup before taking a tentative sip.

Of course, you do, that’s why you idiotically took a gulp of it every other time. Then you accused me of not warning you of the hot contents, and then insisted it is my job to remind you that your hot drink is hot. Demanding compensation for your pain and suffering, i.e., a comped drink. She stood there smiling, watching as their nose crinkled with utter dissatisfaction. “Everything to your liking?”

“Yes,” they harrumphed and stomped out without a single point to raise to the owner.

“It was your turn, huh?” Cici came up beside Y/N who was wiping the counter with a towel.

“Yup, and not a single shred of a mishap found.”

“So no complaints and comped drink? Excellent!” Their coworker chimed in from behind.

“I swear, some of these people think we’re their servants and this is their private home.” Another rolled his eyes, placing a mobile order on the shelf for pickup.

“What, we’re not personal at home coffee bars to every rich snob in Gotham?” Y/N gasped, her eyes and mouth wide open in the most sarcastically exaggerated look of shock she could muster. “Say it ain’t so, Cici, say it ain’t so!” She grabbed her best friend by the shoulders and shook her as if the world was coming to an end.

“Aiy, get off me!” Cici snorted, managing to break free of the grip. “¡Has perdido la cabeza!*” She brushed off her arms and straightened her shirt and cap. “You’re on clean up tonight!”

“I was scheduled for the night shift as is!” Y/N rolled her eyes to the heavens at the ‘punishment’ that was dealt to her by their manager, but raised her hands in surrender at the glare that was leveled at her. “Shutting up now, got it!” She snickered, Cici hip bumping her as she passed, their fellow baristas joining in on the fun as they mock hid in fear as Cici walked by.

“Hello, is no one going to take my order?!” An obnoxious nasally voice shouted from the counter, the customer practically on the counter as they leaned over as if there was not a soul in sight.

“Please do not lean over the counter, one of us will be right with you.” Cici’s firm tone and look had the customer scrambling back onto their feet. Before they could complain anymore or scold her, she turned and left towards the back of the shop through the kitchen doors as Y/N and another barista came up to the two registers.

“Lindura, I’m back!” The bellowing voice was the last one Y/N wanted to hear for the rest of her life. Clearly, it was too much to ask for, since Matías was currently walking right up to the counter with his friends at his heels.

Did someone say the forbidden words of ‘it’s quiet’ now? She scrunched her face as she glared at the tile right in front of her feet. Peace was not on the menu for her today, and she could not help but wonder for the umpteenth time if she somehow insulted some shaman or ancient ancestors. There’s always the option of a past life. Maybe I spit in some mystic’s bean curd? She pondered the possibilities, hoping to block out the whistles, but as he got closer they got louder. Ignore him, Y/N, ignore them. You’re not on the register. She reminded herself, grateful she was not alone this time. Though technically, Jason came in not too long after and saved me from that mess. She was tempted to turn around and see if he was there as well, but forced herself to stay as she was, brooming behind the counter,

“I know you can hear me, mi pequeña petardo!” The grating voice continued to shout, the chatter stopping to see what was going on. Taking a deep breath, Y/N continued her task, refusing to face him as she finally responded to him.

“Sir, this is the final time I am going to remind you to stop using such names. This is my place of work, and we are not anything more than just employee and customer of this establishment. If you are here to order, one of the staff at the register will assist you. If you continue to shout and disrupt the other customers, we will have to force you to leave.”

“Oh, how you supposin’ you’ll do that?” The snobby rich kid sneered. “You gonna come and kick us out yourself? No need to make excuses to come touch, we’ll gladly take you where we can have all the fun you’d like.” The others ‘ooh’ed and laughed, and she could feel the sleazy looks at her back. She curled her lips inwards to control the gag reflex.

Not even for a million dollars. Instead of humoring them with a response, she grabbed the cordless phone. Would Jason come if I called? But what could he do? He’d get in trouble too, there’s way too many people. No, I should call someone else. She fished out the card of one detective Dick Grayson and dialed the number.

“Hey, who are you calling?!”

“You better not be calling the cops!”

“Guys, relax, she’s not going to call anyone. She’s just trying to act tough.” Matias assured them, grinning with such confidence, that was until he heard the voice on the other line that said “this is Detective Dick Grayson” loud and clear. The way that smug look dropped in an instant was a cinematic masterpiece to Y/N who brought the receiver closer to her mouth.

“Hello, Detective, this Y/N.” There was a small pause from the other line. It was just long enough to kickstart her panic, thinking he may have forgotten her or that he was no longer interested in assisting her as freely as he said he would. Shit, what do I do if he doesn’t play along?

“Oh, Y/N, what a pleasant surprise. How can I help you?” She let out a sigh of relief.

“Yes, sorry to trouble you, but there are some unruly visitors at the shop. I’m afraid, things might escalate. With a claim already processing, I don’t want any unnecessary damage that would affect it. You’ve been so busy, and I would hate for all your efforts to be for nothing.”

“No, we most certainly don’t want that.” She heard him let out a heavy sigh and shuffled papers. “I’ll be on my way, it’ll take some time for me, but I’ll send a nearby patrol care over to help secure things.”

“You really wanna do that, Lindura?”

“My name is Y/N and if you continue to disturb others, yes.” She firmly responded, the glare from Cici’s cousin not troubling her in the slightest. Instead, she glared right back at him. “Alright, alright,” he pocketed his hands and took a few steps back. “We’re leavin’. No need to get the pretty boys in blue here. I’ll see you around, nena.” He winked at her and she purposely did not hide her shudder of disgust.

Hopefully never, she brought the phone back to her ear at the call of her name. “Ah, yes, sorry. They’ve left the facility, you don’t need to call anyone. Sorry to bother you so late.”

“Not at all, I’m glad you called. I was beginning to think you don’t like me.” Dick chuckled. It was a low chuckle, one she knew many girls would have swooned over. She may have swooned over it herself once upon a time, but she could not stop the comparison of his to Jason’s. With Dick’s it was friendly and made her smile, but Jason’s was a touch lower and warmer. It hit and felt different. “Y/N?”

“Yes? Sorry, the cafe is still open. I didn’t hear what you said.” Get yourself together, Y/L/N! “Sorry to bother you so late, and thanks for actually answering my call. I really didn’t expect you to answer. I’ll try to avoid calling you again over something so minor, good evening.” She hung up the phone, swapping the broom for the cloth and spray to wipe off tables.

Dick was alone in the precinct office, the only lights coming from his desk light and the streetlamps outside. He sat there, staring at the phone in his hand, confused and speechless. The last few sentences were said so quickly, he wondered if she finally remembered to breathe. 

“But she did call me and that’s a plus! Little Jaybird will be so thrilled if he knew.” He grinned, putting the handset back on the base. “I wonder where he is tonight. I think he said something about being on patrol.” He pulled out his cellphone and looked through his chat to see the ‘don’t bother me, I’m working tonight’ text. Tapping on the dialogue box, he began to type.

<I just got the most interesting call from a cafe employee about some troublesome customers. Did you get any interesting messages?> He was about to close the chat window when he saw the ellipses appear and disappear. At first, he thought it was his imagination, but the appeared once more.

<Fuck off, I’m busy.> Dick snorted at the quick response, pocketing his phone before getting back to his paperwork.

As the night dragged on and the customers dwindled down to nothing, her and Ryan stared out at the spotless lobby and sighed, neither daring to say the cursed words of it being too quiet. They knew the other was thinking it by the mutual look they gave one another. The silence was broken by the melodious tune of a ringtone. Y/N watched as her coworker picked it up, and the bland expression quickly shifted into one of worry and then panic.

“Oh shit, no, no, ok! Uhm, crap! I’m still at work!” She watched her coworker hop and pace, looking between the clock and the floor. “I can’t just leave! Yes, I know, but work is work!” He argued, running a hand through their hair. “Shit, what do I do!?” He hung up the phone and began to pace again.

“Everything ok, Ryan?” She frowned, placing a hand on her friend’s shoulder.

“Wha-oh, shit! I forgot you were there!” Ryan jumped into the air before whipping around.

“Yeah, I noticed. All good?”

“Yeah, no, not at all! My brother-in-law needs to be taken to the ER, but my sister can’t leave her kids alone at home. She was hoping I could go-,”

“Then go. That’s way more important than this dead zone. I’ve run night shift alone before, and it’s only about five minutes left. I’ll lock up behind you and take out the trash.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to just leave you here.”

“I’ll be fine, go watch the kids and keep me posted on your brother-in-law, yeah?”

“Y/N, you’re a fucking lifesaver! I owe you! I’m gonna clock out-,”

“I’ll clock you out at the right time, quit wasting time. Go on, shoo!” She nearly pushed him through the door, but he quickly caught on, thanked her once more before running out, calling his sister to let her know he was on the way. 

“I swear,” Y/N blew upwards, her loose strands of hair flying up for a brief moment from the rush of are. As she said, she would, she began to lock up and made sure everything was put away, the register finalized, the drawer locked away, and clocked both herself and Ryan out before heading out back to toss out the trash. The night air was chilly, but it was nice as she made her way over to the dumpsters, hoisting up the first bag and tossing it in. She heard a soft thunk as she hoisted up the second bag, followed by a groan. She threw in the second bag and froze. Did I hear a groan!?!

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Let Me Go (Alt. Happy Ending)

Let Me Go (Original Unhappy Ending)

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: Prince Loki has been declared king regent after the Allfather falls into the Odinsleep without any warning while Prince Thor remains banished on Midgard. The God of Mischief summons you to his chambers in order to dissolve your engagement despite your reassurance that you will stand by his side through whatever devastating lie his father revealed to him.

Warnings: Angst, Loki telling you he's a monster, reader feeling hurt, confused, devastated

A/N: I wrote this a while ago with a very, very unhappy ending and promised a few people I would fix it so here we are 😊 The first part of the fic is exactly the same as the unhappy ending. I've added a purple line to indicate where the change starts just in case you want to read both.

I hope you all like it! 💚

The door to the library opens and closes but you keep your eyes down, your attention solely on your book and not the heavy footsteps coming steadily towards you. You flip to the next page quickly, biting your lip as you tuck your legs under you on the small couch and hold the book closer.

"Lady Y/N," a familiar voice breaks through your focus and causes you to jump in surprise.

"Fandral, I apologize. I was so engrossed in my reading, I didn't hear you come in," you greet one of the warriors three as you stand, smoothing out the skirt of your floor length gown. Prince Thor's oldest friend he doesn't smile in return and you can't stop the anxiousness that fills you. "Is there news of Prince Thor from Midgard?" you ask hopefully, the older prince has been gone for nearly a month. Much longer than anyone had expected and any word of his return would have been welcome.

He shakes his head, his somber expression confirming your fear that something is terribly wrong on Asgard.

The sound of the doors opening again distracts you momentarily from the blonde warrior in front of you. You swallow hard when two Einherjar, the palace guards tasked with protecting the royal family, enter the large room and you look back to Fandral.

"Fandral..." you repeat his name quietly as your mind fills with dozens of dreadful scenarios including Prince Loki being injured somehow. He takes a deep breath as he prepares himself for the message he is about to deliver and you wait in silence. The book slips from your fingers, hitting the ground with a thud when you learn King Odin has unexpectedly fallen into the Odinsleep.

"The king regent has summoned you to his chambers," Fandral tells you after explaining that Asgard will now be ruled by the younger prince and you nod slowly. "The Einherjar will escort you."

Walking down the empty halls, you keep your head lowered and your hands clasped in front of you as you follow the two guards closely. The sounds of your footsteps and those belonging to the Einherjar echo through the marble hallway, adding to the tension you feel in your chest. The palace has never been so still. The high court and royal advisors wait in the great hall for an update from the queen on the king's health while the palace staff has been ordered to remain out of sight unless summoned.

I can't imagine how hard this must be for Loki, to have witnessed his father succumb to the Odinsleep alone must have been so shocking. My prince has such a heavy burden to carry, I hope I can take some of the weight off his shoulders, you think as you and your escorts continue towards your destination.

Thor should be here. Loki never wanted this, he never wanted to rule the kingdom. He only ever wanted to be seen by his father and brother, you sigh when you think back to your late night walk in the garden where Loki admitted that very thought to you. He had never voiced it to anyone before, he knew his brother would never understand and his father would see it as a sign of weakness. As hard as it was to hear how he truly felt, you cherished the knowledge that you gained his trust and swore never to betray it.

Your thoughts shift to your engagement with the prince as you follow the guards up the grand staircase. Your relationship with Loki has not been what you expected and you couldn't be more grateful to all the gods for their blessing. The marriage had only been arranged to advance your father's status at court but in the six months since it was announced, you and your betrothed grew closer and closer. A friendship blossomed easily as you had many similar interests but in recent weeks you realized you have fallen completely in love with your future husband. The thought of spending the rest of your life with Loki no longer fills you with dread and apprehension as it did prior to your meeting. You are beyond excited by the idea of being his wife, counting down the days to your wedding although you are still too nervous to reveal your true feelings to him. Maybe on our wedding night I'll finally have the courage to tell him I love him dearly, you hope.

You look up just as the door to Loki's chambers comes into view at the end of the hall. If you and Loki hadn't broken royal protocol almost every night for the last two months, this would have been your first time here but the guards don't need to know that you knew your way.

You couldn't help breaking protocol though, you slept better in his arms then you ever did in your own bed no matter how soft it was or how many pillows you had. Each time you slipped out of your room to sleep in his bed, he would kiss you gently as his arms held you close to his body. When your eyes would drift closed, he would whisper how many days left until your wedding as if he was as excited as you were for the day to arrive. You blush a little as the memory of last night fills your mind. 'Only seventeen more sunrises until you are mine for eternity,' he whispered, his lips barely touching your ear just before he placed several light kisses to your skin.

A loud series of knocks on the tall wooden door pulls you from your pleasant memory and back into your present state of worry and anxiousness. One of the guards stands next to the door that leads into Loki's chambers while the other announces your presence as it opens.

As soon as the door closes you run to Loki without uttering a single greeting, immediately forgetting all the formalities of court that have been drilled into you your entire life. You hug him tightly but his arms remain at his sides and you fear you've made a grave mistake. Just as you are about to let go, he lets out a heavy sigh and embraces you tightly. After a long moment Loki pulls back slightly, not enough to free himself from your arms but enough to look into your eyes. He lifts his hand to gently stroke your cheek and you force a smile despite your growing nerves. He looks down at you in silence as you search his face for any clue as to what he is thinking. He seems emotionless but his eyes reveal the pain and confusion he is trying to hide from you.

You know better than anyone on Asgard how delicate the relationship between Loki and his father is but you also know deep down Loki is desperate for the king's love and approval. Were they fighting before the king succumbed to the Odinsleep, the thought pushes into your mind suddenly and your heart aches. Is that why he is taking this drastic turn of events so terribly? Does he blame himself? How could he though, this isn't his fault. Rumors that the king has been putting off the Odinsleep have been heard throughout the palace for years. It was bound to happen this way, surely Loki must know that.

You're at a lose for words as you look up at your future husband. I'm sorry, I'm here for you, everything will be okay. These words don't feel as if they will be enough to take away the emotions he seems to be wrestling with as he looks at you silently. Instead of speaking, you press your lips to his and feel the smallest hint of relief as he kisses you back.

Suddenly Loki breaks the kiss and pulls away from your embrace, taking several steps away from you. His eyes fall to the floor between you, your heart feels heavy when he lifts his eyes to look at you. You mumble a quiet apology for the kiss, fidgeting with your fingers but the prince shakes his head slowly in response.

He takes a step towards you and stops almost as if he can't bring himself to be any closer to you. "My beautiful Y/N," he says quietly, the joy missing from his voice. "If you only knew... one more kiss could be the best thing," as if he knows you already miss the feeling of his lips on yours, "but one more lie could be the worst."

"Loki..." you take a deep breath to steady yourself, moving tentatively towards him but you freeze when he takes a large step back, "You are making me nervous." Your mind races as you try to understand if he is accusing you of a lie or if he has been lying to you. "What do you mean, one more lie?"

He doesn't answer and you can't stop yourself as you begin to close the distance between you and your fiance. "Loki, you know I've never lied to you, I would never. I don't understand," you tell him, thankful that he allows you to come close enough to reach out and take his hand.

"No, I know you haven't," he lifts his other hand to cup your cheek gently. A small smile flickers across his face before he lets his fingers fall from your skin but he still holds your hand. "My father-" he clears his throat and corrects himself which you find curious, "The king has lied to me my entire life but now that I know the truth I know what I must do."

You are almost too afraid to ask what he means but you push yourself the speak, "You know you can tell me anything. What did the king lie about? What do you think you need to do?"

"The truth would only destroy your image of me and I cannot bear the thought of you seeing me for what I really am," his words frighten you. "Y/N, in this world there's real and make believe and I have learned that none of this was real."

"This seems real to me," you insist, squeezing his hand and placing a soft kiss to his cheek, his skin feels unusually cool to your lips.

"It is not," he counters with no explanation then he pulls his hand free from yours. "You're not something I deserve."

"Don't say that," you tell him as you feel your heart starting to break open. A new fear you had never imagined surfaces. Loki is ending our engagement, he's ending us. Without even a second thought you let out the only secret you've ever kept from Loki, "I love you."

The words hang in the air between you and you worry at your bottom lip, desperate for him to say he loves you in return. Instead, he shakes his head as if he doesn't believe you, "You say you love me but you don't know who I am. Let me go before you learn the truth and fear me as you should."

"I could never be afraid of you," you feel a tear roll down your cheek and do nothing to stop it as you look into Loki's eyes. "I love you and I know you, Loki. I know you better than anyone on Asgard. You're my prince, my best friend, my future. Just give me a chance, talk to me please."

His expression softens, as if seeing your pain and hearing your words has changed his heart but he looks away quickly. "You cannot know me Y/N because even I didn't know who I was until the king let his secret slip just before the Odinsleep took him."

"What secret?" you follow him as he walks across his room and places his hands on his desk, his back to you. "Loki, please you've always been able to talk to me," you urge, your hand resting on his shoulder lightly to let him know you are here. Your breath catches in your throat when he turns to look at you and you back away, your body filling with terror as he predicted when his crimson eyes focus on you. There's only one race in the nine realms that has eyes which glow such a deep red and they are monsters.

"Do you see it now?" he asks, his voice harsher than you've ever heard before when he sees how scared you are of him.

"I don't understand-" you shake your head, trying to make sense of what is happening but your fear makes it hard to think rationally.

"Odin is not my father," Loki finally begins to explain the long held secret of the royal family. "He stole me from my home as an infant during the war on Jotunheim a thousand years ago."

"You're... you're a Jotun?" you ask, your voice shaking as he walks slowly closer to you and you can't help but take a step backwards. You've heard stories about the frost giants from Jotunheim, every child on Asgard had. They were a violent race who were to be feared. The king waged war on the ice planet to save the realm from their horrid plan to destroy the bifrost and turn Asgard into a frozen wasteland. How could the man I love with all my heart be a monster from the frost realm?

"I am," he nods then asks you a question in return. "Do you fear me?"

"I-" you open your mouth to answer him but your voice fails you when Loki's pale skin becomes a deep shade of blue. Intricately detailed ridges form along the exposed skin on his wrists and neck, traveling up his face. He stands in front of you in his Jotun form and you find it hard to breath.

"Do you still love me as you claimed to only moments ago?" he asks when you don't answer his first question.

Yes! your heart screams but your mouth remains tightly shut as your mind replays the dozens and dozens of horrific tales you've heard about frost giants as a child.

Loki senses your indecision and makes the choice for you, "You said you love me but you didn't truly know me. Now that you know the truth, you're terrified of me as you should be. I know what I am, I'm the monster mother's tell their children about to ensure they behave. I am not something you cannot love, now get out!"

"Loki, wait..." you shrink back when he yells, your feelings for him trying to win the fight over your deeply rooted fear. "Please, I just need a minute-"

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"A minute to what? Come up with a reason for why you no longer feel any affection for me?" he asks harshly. "I do not wish to hear lies or excuses for why your feelings for me are suddenly extinguished because I'm-"

"Stop!" you yell, surprising both the prince and yourself when you raise your voice, your heart pounding frantically. "Just stop... please," you say quietly, taking a deep breath to try and ground yourself.

He nods silently as if realizing for the first time that he's given you barely a few seconds to absorb the heavy truth he revealed to you. His crimson eyes follow your slow walk across his chambers to his bed where you take a seat. Your fingers trail over the vibrant emerald and gold blanket while Loki fights the pull in his chest to sit next to you.

You look down at your hand, feeling the smooth silk for what you fear is the last time, memories of your nights with Loki flash through your mind. A tear falls onto the blanket, a damp circle forming next to your hand then another when you think about how perfect everything was just this morning. Taking a deep breath, you wipe your eyes as you lift your head to see Loki has cautiously taken a few steps closer although he still remains too far for you to reach him.

Sniffling quietly, you force yourself to meet his red eyes while your mind begins to fill with questions you doubt Loki has answers to. Why would the king have taken him from his home? Why didn't the king of Jotunheim search for his son, did he think he had been killed during the destruction of the palace? Was the Allfather planning on using your fiance for some political reason or merely keeping him as a stolen trophy? What about his mother, the queen? How could the she lie to Loki when it so easy to see how much she loves him? Is Thor aware that Loki isn't his truly his brother, is that why they never became close as they grew older?

You close your eyes and rest your head in your hands while taking a series of slow, steady breaths to quiet your thoughts. When you open your eyes, the question you most desperately need an answer to pushes through all the others.

"Do you love me?" you ask your fiance.

"What?" The prince asks, clearly caught off guard by your question.

"I asked if you love me," you get up from his bed but don't move closer, hoping he'll come to you. "Or if you ever did..." you add when he doesn't move towards you.

"I don't see how that would matter now," Loki avoids answering your question, focusing instead on the floor below him. He suddenly turns away from you, walking towards his desk at the other end of the vast room.

"It's the only thing that matters," you reply, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. You follow him, unwilling to let go of your prince until you know his true feelings for you.

Loki's back faces you, his eyes focused on his hand as he slowly turns it over. Examining his palm then the ridges on the back of his hand as he rotates his wrist, he finally answers you, "I love you more with each passing day."

You take a few steps towards him, your heart pounding at his response but you freeze when he turns to face you. "That is why I can't do this to you," he tells you, tears in his eyes.

"Do what Loki?" you're almost afraid to ask.

"I can't marry you," he states simply as your heart aches deep in your chest. "You can't be tied to a monster for eternity, you need to let me go."

You move silently across the room until your standing directly in front of him, his back to his desk with nowhere else for him to escape. Cautiously you raise your hand, Loki flinches when your palm is inches from his cool skin and you pause, waiting for him to let out a breath before gently cupping his cheek. You gaze into his deep red eyes, searching for the man you love through the pain, anger and fear. "I can't let you go," you say as a tear rolls down his cheek, tracing the ridges as it descends.

"Please Y/N," he pleads quietly, "You need to-"

"No," you shake your head, your thumb stroking his icy skin gently as you wipe away another tear. "I'm not afraid of you Loki," you tell him through your own tears.

"You should be," he counters. "We both know I'm a monster, my father-" you can see the hurt in his eyes when he quickly corrects himself, "The king said all Jotuns are-"

You cut him off before he can finish, "The king lied to you about who you really are, why should we believe anything else he told us?" Loki looks at you quietly, absorbing your question. "I don't know if Jotuns are truly as horrendous as we were led to believe but if they are anything like you..." you smile, letting all the sweet memories of your time together fill your thoughts. "Then they are far from monstrous."

"Y/N..." he whispers your name as if he can barely believe what your are saying.

"I love you," you remind him, your heart beating faster when the corners of his lip begin to curl up into a smile. His hand slowly raises, settling on your lower back and you let him pull you a step closer. Your eyes never leave his, "I want to marry you every bit as much as I did this morning."

Loki doesn't respond in words, instead he leans down, pressing his cool lips to yours almost desperately. You can feel his whole body relax when you put your arms around his neck and kiss him back fiercely. He pulls back slightly after a long moment, breaking the kiss but still keeping you close. "I love you," he tells you, his smile finally appearing only to fade as a thought enters his mind. "I can't stay here."

"What do you mean? At the palace?" you ask in confusion.

He shakes his head, "Asgard."

"But it's our home," you reply, unsure what he is thinking although you quickly decide that you will follow him wherever he goes, even it's the frozen wasteland of Jotunheim.

"I can't continue to live here knowing my whole life is a lie," he explains, his fingers running slowly through the ends of your hair. "How am I supposed to look at my mother now that I know the truth? What will happen when Odin wakes up? We argued and he exposed everything just before he slipped into the Odinsleep." You can see Loki's thoughts spiraling as his eyes drift away from you.

You cup his cheek again as a rushed idea forms in your mind, "Bring Thor back."

"Thor?" he asks as if he forgot his brother is still banished to Midgard.

You nod. "Bring him back, he can be king regent until Odin wakes," you clarify your desperate plan, "And we can leave. We can live on Midgard or any of the other realms. I don't care which one."

"You would leave everything for me?" Loki asks hesitantly.

You smile up at your fiance which calms him instantly, "You are my everything."

"Y/N, my queen, my darling," he smiles in return, keeping his hand on your back to hold you flush against his body. "I love you more than anything in the nine realms."

"Good," you giggle, your fingertips lightly tracing the ridges on his forearm as you look up at him. "Because I'm never letting go of you."

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Well done, as always! A great alternate ending!

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Cupcake (Part 5 - FINAL)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Pairing: Steve Rogers x plus size female reader (Y/N)

Summary: Cupcake, that's the nickname Captain-Perfect-Super-Soldier-Rogers gave you when you first started working as his assistant. You think it's cute, sweet and a touch random, just like he is when he brings you little treats throughout the week. The small gifts make you feel appreciated and cautiously hopeful that your crush has similar feelings for you despite him being your boss. The women you work with don't understand the nickname or why he seems so friendly towards you while practically ignoring them. They quickly let their jealousy turn to outright bullying, their rude remarks focusing entirely on your weight which you are already self-conscious about.

Warnings: Low self esteem because of your weight, feeling self-conscious, feeling like you aren't good enough / pretty enough, being bullied and called names behind your back (unfortunately you hear them), thoughts of never eating again, miscommunication cause I barely use that trope and really wanted to... general angst but I promise fluff at the end and the jerks don't get away with being mean to you

A/N: As soon as I finished writing Bucky's Favorite Person I had a really strong desire to rewrite it with angst. As a plus size woman myself, I kept thinking the faces some people make when I treat myself to a snack and how self-conscious I feel sometimes about my weight. Thanks @cabingrlandrandomcrap, @siconetribal and @multyunervisesuperfan for letting me bounce some of my ideas off of you guys!

Sorry this last part took so long. I lost all of October between having 2 surgeries and spending a week in the hospital then trying to recover from that. I hope everyone likes this ending! ❤️

"So, you lost the fight to keep me?" you ask, half joking.

"No," he grins, "I gave in to him because of the second reason."

"Which was?" you tilt your head, having no idea where this conversation is going.

"He made a really good point about an issue I've been struggling with," Steve answers vaguely.

"Are you going to tell me what it is or do I have to guess?" you laugh but your smile fades when you sense him becoming nervous again.

"Well... Bucky reminded me that if you worked for him, I wouldn't be your boss anymore," he says and you nod in agreement. "If I'm not your boss, that means it won't be against SHIELD protocol for me to finally ask you something I've been dying to for months."

You stare at him in confused silence as he smiles nervously at you. What else could possibly happen today, you think anxiously as you wait for Steve to reveal what he's been thinking about.

"I was wondering, well no, I was hoping really..." he starts slowly as if he's unsure of his next words which does little to put you at ease. The super soldier takes a breath and quickly forces out the remainder of the question, "Would you go on a date with me?"

"A date?... With you?" your mind scrambles to wrap itself around the question as you continue to stare blankly at him. There's no way he just asked me that. Why would he do that? you think quickly as you try to come up with a reason for what is happening. Oh no, maybe I passed out from skipping meals and now I'm in the infirmary having some crazy hallucination or I fell asleep during that boring meeting and this is all a dream... a really detailed and confusing dream.

"Yes and yes," he answers cautiously, unable to read your vacant expression.

"A date," you repeat again, your excitement finally overtaking the sheer disbelief you initially felt. A smile forms on your lips which causes Steve's grin to reappear in response but it fades instantly when you let out a sudden nervous laugh. You clap your hand over your mouth to quiet the sound but it's immediately clear Steve thinks your ourburst is an answer to his question. He runs his fingers through his blonde hair as he avoids eye contact with you. Your hand lowers and in a hushed voice you mumble, "I didn't mean to laugh."

"It's fine," he places his hands on the armrests of his chair and stands up. "I'm sorry Y/N, I obviously misread everything. It's been a really long time since I've been interested in someone and I thought you felt the same way about me." Before you can open your mouth to respond he shrugs, "I guess it's a good thing you're working for Bucky now. It'll be easier for you to avoid me, we can just pretend this didn't happen."

You watch him turn as you realize you're letting your one chance to be with him slip away. Do something damnit, your heart screams over your self conscious and confused thoughts. In an instant you find yourself standing in front of your crush, your fingers intertwining with his.

His eyes widen in surprise at the sudden contact and your heart pounds in your chest as you force yourself to speak honestly. "I don't want to avoid you. You're my favorite person, muffin," you admit with another nervous giggle. A blush spreads across your cheeks when his thumb slowly strokes the back of your hand. "I really want to say yes..." you pause as your insecurities push their way back to the surface.

"So say yes," he urges you with a smile.

"I want to," you say again, "But I guess I just don't understand why someone who's literally perfect would want to date his..." You pause as you search for a way to condense the numerous reasons why you convinced yourself that Steve would never want you. You mumble the rest of the sentence, looking down at your shoes as you talk, "...His boring, unattractive and really overweight coworker?"

"I wouldn't say I was perfect," you can hear the smile in his voice, your head lifting when he takes a step towards you. "But I tell Bucky all the time that you are," he lifts his free hand to cup your flushed cheek. He chuckles lightly and adds, "He's honestly really tired of me rambling on and on about how amazing and funny and sweet and beautiful you are."

"You think..." your words trail off as your unable to keep from giggling like a teenager with her first crush. "You think I'm beautiful?"

"Absolutely cupcake," he nods and smiles wider, obviously pleased with your reaction until you bite your lip.

"No one ever told me that before," you admit hesitantly.

"Well if our date goes well, and I have a feeling it will, I can remind you everyday how perfect and beautiful you are," Steve offers with a smirk. "But you still didn't exactly agree to go out with me so..." he adds jokingly with a light shrug.

"Yes, I'd really like to go on a date with you," you tell him finally, your heart racing when he leans forward to kiss your cheek lightly.

"Good," Steve says with a grin as he pulls away.

"Just umm... one thing?" you lift your free hand to bite your nail anxiously.

His smile begins to slip and he squeezes your other hand gently, "What's that cupcake?"

"Can you stop bringing me those pastries every morning?" you ask.

"Oh," Steve looks at you a bit stunned. "Sure. Sorry, I thought you liked when I brought you those."

"I did, I mean I do its just..." you try to think of a way to explain your request without telling Steve the whole truth but as soon as you look into his eyes again it all rushes out. "Every time you bring me a sweet treat I hear them giggling and whispering about me, about my weight. They joke that you're paying me in donuts or using chocolate and cake to convince me to work overtime. I've even heard them say that you should call me pound cake instead of cupcake cause I'm so huge," you sniffle as you struggle to hold back tears, letting your gaze drift to the floor as your cheeks redden with embarrassment.

Steve cups your cheek and lifts your head gently, "Who talks about you like that?"

You shrug, suddenly feeling the way you did when you were in school and told a teacher that another student was bullying you on the playground. "It's not important," you mumble hoping your boss or soon to be former boss will let it go.

"I wish you had told me about this sooner," he smiles softly at you. "I would have just fired whoever is talking about you like that and then still brought you those little snacks."

"No," you say instantly, causing his eyes to widen a bit in surprise. "I just mean... they're right. I'm already heavy enough Steve, I don't need you to keep bringing me sweets and pastries everyday. I need to lose at least a hundred pounds if I want to look like someone who's pretty enough to date Captain America."

"Y/N," you bite your lip when he looks at you seriously but you relax when his hand settles on your lower back, pulling you a step closer. "I'm not interested in anyone's opinion on who Captain America should date. I want to be with you, just as you are now."

You move closer to Steve, pressing your flushed cheek against his chest as you hug him tightly. He chuckles softly as his arms wrap around your body. "I hope this means you believe me more then whoever those mean girls are," he says and you quickly nod in response.

"Good," he says. "Now, if you want to lose weight, I'll do whatever I can to help so long as you do it for yourself and not anyone else, including me."

"Thanks muffin," you tell him honestly, smiling wide when he leans down to kiss your forehead. "You know, you really are annoyingly perfect," you joke as you look into his blue eyes.

"You keep calling me that but I can promise you I'm not," he insists. "If I was, I would have come up with a much better plan for this whole thing."

"That's a good point, this was probably the least romantic way you could have asked me on a date ever," you giggle in agreement.

"There is one thing I can do to help make this up to you a bit," he smirks.

"What's that?" you ask curiously as he takes out his phone.

He doesn't answer your question, keeping one arm around you as he types a short message. "All set," Steve says, putting his phone in his back pocket. "I told Bucky you're still not feeling well and I'm taking you home."

"Really?" you ask, confused by his statement. "I can still work the rest of the day, I'm okay."

"That's not necessary, you have loads of sick time and I know your boss will approve it," he winks. "Plus, if we leave now we can go to the new steakhouse by the park and still have plenty of time to visit the Met."

You giggle, "Bucky will be so upset when he finds out you went without him."

Steve laughs, letting go of you to take your hand, "He'll be absolutely devastated I'm sure."

You exit the elevator and head towards your desk, nervously excited for your first day with Bucky as your boss. So glad I didn't need to move to a new desk, I've got everything set up just the way I like it, you think as you turn on your computer.

A few minutes later the scent of your favorite coffee causes you to look up, a smile spreading across your face. Steve grins in return as you stand up to greet him, barely noticing Bucky is following him to your desk.

"Good morning muffin," you giggle as your new boyfriend kisses the top of your head.

"Good morning cupcake," he replies cheerfully, placing your coffee on your desk so he can hug you.

"Morning Y/N," Bucky says in a tired voice as he walks past you and Steve to take a seat at your desk.

"Oh, hi boss," you wave awkwardly after pulling yourself free from Steve's comfortable embrace. You take a seat behind your desk, the blonde super soldier following you as he reaches into the white paper bag for your breakfast. "Blueberry, my favorite," you glance at the muffin then place a quick kiss on his lips in thanks.

Steve cups your cheek as soon as you pull away, bringing your lips back to his for another moment. He smirks when your kiss ends but before he can say anything Bucky speaks, "Alright punk, I think you've distracted my new assistant enough. You can have her back at lunch, she's got a lot of work to do."

You blush, having momentarily forgotten Bucky was waiting to talk to you but Steve chuckles at his oldest friend. "Be nice to her today jerk," he warns Bucky with a very non-threatening look then his attention turns back to you. He places a soft kiss on your cheek, "I'll see you at lunch beautiful."

"Okay," you nod with a giddy expression until you once again remember Bucky. Turning back to face him, you mumble, "Sorry."

"The two of you are disgustingly cute," he says with a light shake of his head, the corner of his lip curled into a small. "Anyway... I sent you an email Friday night with the status of all my current missions and everything that's still outstanding."

"Oh great, thanks," you quickly find the email and open it, your mouth falling open in shock.

"Yeah," he lets out a short laugh at your reaction. "Yasmin really was the worst assistant ever." You look up at him as he stands, "Let me know if you need anything."

"I will, thanks," you mutter as your eyes fall back to the dozens of reports you need to finish and file. "Oh, I have kind of a random question," you say before Bucky walks away from you. "Do you know if Bree and Calla are off today? I need to talk to them about something." Well that's a lie, you think to yourself. As much as I'd love to never see either of them again, I was kinda hoping they'd be here this morning so they could absolutely freak out when they saw me and Steve together.

Bucky looks over his shoulder at the empty desks then back at you, "You know what, I'm not actually sure what their doing but I know they're in the Tower and I'm pretty sure Loki is involved somehow."

"What do you mean?" you ask him. "Why would Loki be involved, doesn't he have his own assistant?"

"He does, or at least he did at the end of the week, who knows if it fired him over the weekend." Your boss shrugs then chuckles at your confused expression, "Y/N, it took Steve about ten seconds to figure out who was bothering you." You bite your fingernail when you remember the two best friends talk about everything. "And you didn't really think he'd let them get away with treating his girl like that would he?"

You smile hearing Bucky call you Steve's girl then shrug. "I actually hadn't thought about it like that," you admit.

"Ask him about it on your lunch break," he says, turning away from your desk then he adds, "And let him know you might need to work late tonight."

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This is inner Steve, he is dancing to his success at getting the girl and fixing her pest problem. They say you can't have your cake and eat too, but what about muffins and cupcakes that come in multiples??

Bucky when he had to show Y/N jusy how buried he is and she has to do the digging.

But what does Loki have to do with all this??

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Beyond the Bookshelves (14)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: The truth behind the names is revealed!

Summary: You’re a Resource Management Specialist at S.H.I.E.L.D. normally referred to as “The Librarian”. You’ve been assigned the nightmarish task of digitizing all the physical resources currently owned by the agency, with a few new computers and one extra helper.

A/N:

Honestly, there has been way too much going on in my personal life, to even begin explaining this delay. So, I'm just going to post this update and runaway!

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The incessant racket quickly became unbearable to the prince. As grateful as he was for his privileges being returned (though he was adamant they were unjustly revoked), he needed the peace and quiet that was pressed upon in these walls. Snapping the book shut, he stood with a firm stamp of his foot as he uncrossed his legs, teleporting to the front to find the culprits and demand they be handled immediately. 

That drive for justice quickly flickered and switched to greater annoyance as the sight of the star plastered heroes and the librarian. A joyous and friendly Librarian who clearly was not as unbiased as she proclaimed to be. Smiling at those two and shouting on top of their lungs to disrupt me? It's clearly all intentional. He ground his teeth together, his blue eyes narrowed to slits as he focused on the blonde. His hand itched with a need, gripping his fist tighter he heard the leather creak. Leather? His gaze dropped to his hand to see one of his trusted daggers in hand, gleaming in the fluorescent lights. He quickly sent the weapon away through magic, but stared at his hand for a moment longer. Have I completely lost my mind? Being on this backwater planet is taking its toll on me. He shook his hand and forced it to remain open at his side.

The three of them seem rather chummy. If she’s so capable of basic kindness, why is she so adamant on such rude behaviors with me? How has she not come to me to express her gratitude? Even if they have questions for her, they are hardly more important than her expressing her thanks to me, her benefactor. The corners of his lips tugged downwards, and his eyebrows scrunched together. The ways of midgardians were so chaotic it was a miracle anything was done. Respect and common sense were a rarity, but so often freely given to the unworthy. No different from the hypocrisy of the Asgardian court. His mouth twitched as something pricked at him. “What an odd sight to see, Corporal Ameri-man breaking rules? The world must be in another crisis.” He stepped forward, allowing himself to be visible to them.

“It’s Captain America,” Steve heaved a heavy sigh and dropped his head forward, shaking it before turning to face Loki.

“Same thing,” the Asgardian waved a dismissive hand as his gaze shifted to the brunette male with a metal arm. “Isn't one Metal-man enough?” Bucky’s metal hand balled into a fist, his jaw tightened as he leveled a death glare at the newcomer. Loki simply raised his hands in surrender, assuring the brutish looking one that he meant no harm.

“First off, what you called Captain was off, again; and he's not taking Tony’s place or acting as a double.” Y/N rolled her eyes at the sharp words that were the norm for the prince. Though she had not interacted a lot with Loki, she prided herself as someone with great observational skills. In the little interactions they had, she surmised his sarcasm and mischief were his way of communicating and his haughty princely airs were his defense mechanism. He did not let many in, and she could not blame him with all the whispers and stares that followed him like a second shadow.

“Y/N, you don't have to help assholes like him. It's obvious what he's doing.” Bucky scoffed, flexing and extending his metal fingers to ease the tension in him.

“Helping cover up assholes is above my pay grade. He genuinely forgets the names of other Avengers, and he probably thinks you’re sporting some Stark tech as part of your powers, a second Iron-Man. I doubt the two of you chatted about your stories to one another for him to know. ” She casually responded as she organized the printed data for them, looking up to see the two of them with identically scrunched eyebrows and slightly tilted heads. It was too cute to see, but she was at work and needed to be professional. So, she allowed herself a smile over a laugh. “You don't have to take my word for it, ask him. Though, judging by the look of shock on his face about how I was able to understand, that should be proof enough.” She pointed at Loki. The two turned to see him with his eyebrows raised as high as they could, if possible they might have merged with his hairline. 

“Do you really forget my name?” Steve pointed at himself. Loki silently shrugged in response at being caught. 

“Do you think I'm some Iron-man copy?”  Bucky asked. 

“Why else would you have a metal arm? The only other Avenger that's covered in tin is the tiny midgardian.”

“We’ve trained together.”

“And that is to clarify anything how? As the Librarian pointed out, neither of us thought it pertinent to sit for tea and discuss personal details. Also, why would I bother going around trying to find out your life story? As long as I am able to work together efficiently with the team is all that matters. Me knowing such things is unnecessary.”

“To be fair, none of you go around asking each another about their ‘why’s and ‘how’s. It’s something private, immensely sensitive, and sharing it will leave you utterly vulnerable on various levels. This does not including the two of you with another and Black Widow with Hawkeye.” Y/N chimed in, not allowing there to be an awkward moment between the trio, which would inevitably lead to a misunderstanding and tension. Steve turned back to look at Y/N who was busy sorting out the stacks, making sure everything was in order before stapling them together. “Alright, I think that should do it for now. If you need any more information or have any questions, just drop on by, and I’ll do my best to help you out.” She set a set in front of each of them with a bright smile, undisturbed by the heaviness of the topic. Her lack of unease helped Steve fall at ease as well, taking his stack and flashing her his signature handsome smile.

“You’re the best Y/N, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Probably be stuck in the information phase and never actually completing a meeting.”

“C’mon, I’m not that bad.”

“That’s not what your report cards used to say.” Bucky snickered, dodging the playful punch as he grabbed his stack.

“Now, now, this is the library, not the training hall.” She rested her hands on her hips as she looked at Steve. “It seems Sgt, Barnes’ words hold some truth, I never expected such rule breaking from you, Captain.” She lightly shook her head and tutted under her breath. “You've had your free swing or the day, off you go!”

“Seeing you in trouble, some things just never change.” Bucky grinned. “See you next time, Y/N.” He nodded his head to her and turned to leave, facing Loki once more. “The name’s Bucky Barnes, not Metal-Man and no, I’m not a copycat of Stark.”

“Duly noted, Barnes.” Loki gave a slight nod of his head, hands folded behind his back.

“You can call me Steve Rogers when we’re not on the field, but it’s Captain America otherwise.” Steve chimed in after. “If you ever want to talk, we’re here for you.” Bucky made a small face at being offered as some sort of pocket therapist, but said nothing.

“I assure you, that is not necessary.” Loki refrained from rolling his eyes as he gave a politically polite smile. “I will keep your title remembered, Rogers.” Now will the two of you leave, or will you be expecting me to invite you over for tea?

“Great, see you both around.” Steve grinned, clapping a heavy hand on Loki’s shoulder as the two passed him, the energetic smile giving Loki a heavy sense of unease in his stomach. The overly friendly leader and poster boy of the Avengers must have taken his talking as some sort of validation or verification of friendship. The vile thought made him visibly shudder as the door closed behind him.

“Oh it’s not that bad, don’t be such a priss!” Y/N snorted. “Though now I know one way to get you to behave if you ever get out of line again.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” He glared daggers and she simply smiled back at him, mischief glittering in her eyes as she sang her next words.

“Maybe yes, maybe no!” He disliked the pure joy she received in torturing him, but he hated the darkened expression that took its place as she glanced at something behind her desk. Her lips curled inwards as she rocked her head side to side, contemplating something. His eyebrows slowly squeezed closer as he battled with the words of inquiry when she released her lips with a small pop. His gaze found them in an instant, mesmerized. He found himself far too enthralled by them and tore his gaze away at the sound of her voice. 

“So, do you have time to start working on translating some materials for me?” Silence followed and she shifted her weight from foot to foot. “I finished setting up the other locations, connected the network and all that, so you don't need to go to other sites.” She added, hoping this would spark some interest, but he just stood there in silence. Is he going to refuse?! What should I do? Fury is going to be pissed to know I haven’t even started and I don't want him forcing Loki or end up putting Loki in a bad position when he’s trying to redeem himself. “Thor is still out on his mission, taking longer than usual. I’d ask him instead if he were around.” 

You’d ask him instead of me? His eyebrow twitched at the hurtful words. Her awkward rambling had been cute up until then. “Alright,” he heaved a heavy sigh to force out the growing irritation at her last words “May as well get this started so that it ends sooner.” He crossed his arms, tapping a finger on one of his biceps, watching her mouth flop open and shut a few times. Like a clueless little goldfish. A smile tugged at his lips, trying to fight the scowl that was already there. “Well?”

“Oh, yes!” She jumped, snapping out of the fish-like daze, gathering a rather large and old book and some notebooks. “Follow me!” She scurried out front and led the way towards a table with ample lighting but still had a view of the reception desk. He watched her carefully set the rather large old tome down onto the table, lips pursed at the lingering annoyance in his heart. 

Why am I so bothered by her going to my brother for this idiotic task? I should be relieved! I never wanted to do this from the start. There's hardly any insult on her choosing him, in fact, she is proving to be wise in not bothering me with such a menial task. Yes, that's it. I'm looking at it from the wrong perspective. He is not a better choice, he is the proper choice because this is all beneath me. Feeling at ease with this newfound understanding, he felt lighter, more compliant to reward her sound understanding.

“Here, you can sit here.” She pulled out the chair in front of the book, only moving to the seat over once he sat down. It was only natural to him that she prepare the seat for him, a prince, and be seated afterwards. What he had not expected was her scooting closer and leaning over, reaching across to open the book. She was rattling on about something, most likely pertaining to the book, but he was unable to focus with her bombarding him like this. She was warm, but not as hot as she had been that day when he took her to the medic. He flinched away out of fear of her feeling how cold he was in comparison, but she either did not care or did not notice as she kept on eagerly talking. She stared at him expectantly and his stomach sank, heavily laden with guilt, and his heart shot up into his throat, coloring his cheeks an almost unnoticeable shade of pink.

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Cupcake (Part 4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 5 (in progress)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x plus size female reader (Y/N)

Summary: Cupcake, that's the nickname Captain-Perfect-Super-Soldier-Rogers gave you when you first started working as his assistant. You think it's cute, sweet and a touch random, just like he is when he brings you little treats throughout the week. The small gifts make you feel appreciated and cautiously hopeful that your crush has similar feelings for you despite him being your boss. The women you work with don't understand the nickname or why he seems so friendly towards you while practically ignoring them. They quickly let their jealousy turn to outright bullying, their rude remarks focusing entirely on your weight which you are already self-conscious about.

Warnings: Low self esteem because of your weight, feeling self-conscious, feeling like you aren't good enough / pretty enough, being bullied and called names behind your back (unfortunately you hear them), thoughts of never eating again, miscommunication cause I barely use that trope and really wanted to... general angst but I promise fluff at the end and the jerks don't get away with being mean to you

A/N: As soon as I finished writing Bucky's Favorite Person I had a really strong desire to rewrite it with angst. As a plus size woman myself, I kept thinking the faces some people make when I treat myself to a snack and how self-conscious I feel sometimes about my weight. Thanks @cabingrlandrandomcrap, @siconetribal and @multyunervisesuperfan for letting me bounce some of my ideas off of you guys!

I hope everyone likes this! ❤️

Steve stands frozen as he watches you storm out of the conference room, fear sinking in as he realizes it may already be too late to explain his actions. "Go get her," his friend's words break through his rapidly swirling thoughts. Nodding in response, he pushes himself towards the door, slamming it open as his mind and body finally catch up to how urgent the situation is.

He takes a left without thinking, rushing down the hall lined with conference rooms in search of you. His heart pounds in his chest but not from running as he makes his way closer and closer to the elevators. "Please don't be gone, please don't be gone..." he repeats under his breath as he passes a group of interns. They get out of his way and watch him, muttering amongst themselves as they guess where the super soldier is going on such a hurry.

"Y/N!" Steve calls out after turning another corner, finally catching sight of you at the end of the busy hall. Agents and analysts and people he barely recognizes wander through the hall in all directions, going about their day unaware of how desperately he needs to speak with you. The smallest bit of relief begins to wash over him as he makes his way to you. I still have a chance to not screw this up any more than I already did, he breaths a little easier even though he knows it will still be a tricky conversation.

The three people waiting with you turn towards the sound of Steve's voice when he calls for you again but you refuse to acknowledge him. Folding your arms across your chest, you keep your eyes focused on the closed doors in front of you. Your boss continues steadily forward until he's standing directly behind you only a second before the elevator finally arrives.

You take a step backwards to make room for the agents getting out without realizing how close Steve has moved to you. The super soldier barely make a sound when you step on his foot, your back hitting his chest as you lose your footing and stumble. Steve's hands raise quickly, gripping your waist to steady you but you pull yourself free as soon as you feel his touch.

"Sorry," he mumbles, looking down when you sigh in annoyance as a response.

Steve stands once again finds himself frozen in place as he watches you enter the elevator after the people who had been waiting with you. 'Go get her' Bucky's voice replays in his mind just as the doors begin to close. He reaches forward, his hand slipping through the doors just before the gap disappears. They spring open again and he steps inside, determined to finally talk to you. He looks over at the control panel, selects a floor then turns his attention to you.

I can't believe this is happening. If I wasn't fired before I definitely am now. What the hell was I thinking? Biting your nails, you look down at your feet in an effort to act as if Steve isn't standing over you.

"We really need to talk," Steve says quietly so the others don't pay him or you any attention. His hand raises tentatively to touch your cheek but he lets it fall before you notice.

"Can I go home?" you ask, your gaze still lowered. "You said I have plenty of sick time-"

"No, we're going to talk first then you can leave if you still want," Steve responds. The ding of the elevator reaching the next stop causes you to lift your head to check how far you've gone even though you're still no where near the lobby. Your boss turns his head towards the group of agents talking happily in the small space, "This is your floor."

"What?" the short brunette asks, furrowing her eyebrows as she looks at the floor number.

"No it isn't," a man you recognize from the intelligence division shakes his head.

"Get out," Steve rephrases his order to be more direct. The agents nearly bump into each other in an effort to leave just before the doors close.

"Seriously?" you ask once you're alone.

"I told you we have to talk," he says again and you realize there's no escaping this time. "Look, Y/N, I know you're angry about the email and you have every right to be but-"

"Wait, what email?" you cut him off almost as soon as he begins talking.

"The email from Agent Hill," he answers, sounding almost as confused by your question as you feel asking it.

"I didn't get anything from her," you shake your head but he nods to insist you did. You pull your phone out of your pocket when you remember you still haven't fully caught up on your emails.

"She sent it right before lunch yesterday," he clarifies than quickly asks, "Isn't that why you went home? I thought you were upset because of what it said." His vague reply only adds to your growing anxiety as you search for the message.

"No," you shake your head, "I went home cause..." your voice trails off as you find the email at the bottom of your inbox. "Cause I was sick," you continue to lie even though it's clear he never believed you. You bite your fingernails as you begin reading.

Effective end of day Friday, you will be released from Captain Steven Rogers's service and will no longer report to him as his assistant-

"You're actually firing me!" you look up at him in utter disbelief. "In a freaking email?! You couldn't even do it in person?" You take a step away from him, your back hitting the wall of the elevator hard as you forget how small the space is in your effort to get away from him.

"No!" He responds instantly as he takes a step towards you. "No, cupcake, you're not being fired," he reassures you as you look up from your phone, the nickname doing the opposite of calming you.

"It literally says I'm not going to work for you," you tell him as the elevator comes to a stop and the doors open.

A group of people begin to enter the elevator but Steve looks at them over his shoulder. "Take the next one," he says as he pushes the button to close the doors before any of them have a chance to respond.

"Wait..." you mumble to yourself, barely noticing Steve interacting with the confused agents as you continue reading.

Beginning Monday morning, you will report directly to Sargent James Barnes-

"I don't understand, I'm working for Bucky now?" you ask, you're thoughts racing as you try to free relieved that you still have a job.

"Let's go to my office, I'll explain everything," he says as you finally reach your floor. "Unless you'd rather we stay in here all afternoon," he smiles nervously.

You stare at him, unsure how to respond other than to force yourself to nod and follow him out of the elevator.

You walk silently behind him, passing the empty desks belonging to the assistants still in the meeting upstairs. I've never wanted to be in a mind numbingly boring meeting so badly in my entire life, you think as you get closer to his office. I should have just kept my mouth shut and we could have avoided this conversation for at least a few more hours.

He opens the door and let's you walk in first, closing it with a thud that breaks the quiet in the room. "Have a seat," Steve gestures politely to one of the chairs in front of his desk. You take a seat, expecting him to sit across from you like he always does but he surprises you by sitting in the chair next to you. "Okay," he says, turning it to face you better and you realize that he's trying to steady himself for what he needs to say.

"You're making me really nervous," you tell him honestly with a forced giggle and he nods.

"I know and I'm sorry," Steve apologizes with a half-hearted smile then he takes a breath. "Okay, I'm just going to do this like I practiced with Bucky."

"You practiced firing me?" you ask without thinking.

"You're not fired," he insists again, releasing a deep sigh. "Just... just let me explain okay? I should have talked to you days ago, before you got the email, but I'm an idiot."

"You're not an idiot," you tell him gently despite completely agreeing with him at the moment.

He smiles a little at your response then clears his throat, sitting up straighter as he starts. "Y/N, you're by far the best assistant I could have asked for. You're absolutely amazing at every aspect of your job and I wouldn't change a single thing about you. You've saved my butt more than a few times and I have no idea what I'd do without you when it comes to those stupid expense reports. I might be a bit biased but you're by far the best assistant working for anyone at SHIELD."

You smile, beaming with pride at his words but the feeling fades when you remember the email at the center of this conversation. "Thanks," you mutter quietly as you shift uncomfortably in your seat and wait for the other shoe to drop. If I'm so amazing, why he doesn't want me anymore?

"Yasmin on the other hand," rolling his eyes when he says her name, "Is... not suited for this type of job."

He chuckles, his body relaxing the moment he hears you giggle before you quickly cover your mouth. "Sorry," you mumble from behind your hand then clear your throat in an effort to try and appear more serious.

"Don't be sorry," Steve says, the smile still warming his expression. "You and I both know Bucky would say I understated how terrible she is to work with. She's always late, never files his paperwork on time and it's glued to her phone."

You nod, "All good points." Your eyes widen a moment later when it clicks that the second half of the email said you would be reporting to Bucky. "Wait, am I supposed to work with her now?"

"No," Steve laughs, shaking his head. "I would never do that to you. I like you too much."

Your cheeks redden and you look down at your hands in your lap, missing the way he smirks at your reaction. "So..." you lift your head after your blush subsides, "If I'm not working with her, is she going to work for you?"

"Absolutely not," he answers and you can't help but laugh a little at how quickly the words came out.

"Good cause if you think you can replace me with her-" you start to joke.

"No one could ever replace you," he says sincerely and a part of you wishes he doesn't just mean because you're good at your job. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this part but honestly, I doubt you'll tell anyone. Bucky is firing her end of day Friday, that's why he needs you to start Monday."

"Why doesn't he just hire a new assistant?" you ask, still trying to understand how you got caught in the middle. "Now you won't have one."

"Right well... two reasons," Steve begins. "The first is that he knows you're perfect. I tell him all the time that I'm lucky to have you."

"You talk about me?" you can't help but not believe him as you fight not to blush once again.

"Too often apparently because he decided he wanted to steal you from me," he chuckles.

You smile wide at the thought of Steve bragging about you to his friend. The idea that he would think or talk about you at all after work is something you never would have expected. "So, you lost the fight to keep me?" you ask, half joking.

"No," he grins, "I gave in to him because of the second reason."

"Which was?" you tilt your head, having no idea where this conversation is going.

"He made a really good point about an issue I've been struggling with," Steve answers vaguely.

"Are you going to tell me what it is or do I have to guess?" you laugh but your smile fades when you sense him becoming nervous again.

"Well... Bucky reminded me that if you worked for him, I wouldn't be your boss anymore," he says and you nod in agreement. "If I'm not your boss, the means it won't be against SHIELD protocol for me to finally ask you something I've been dying to for months."

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Elevators are the absolute BEST place to have a private conversation. That agents were clearly not reading the lift properly. It was clearly "reserved".

EXCUSE ME?! Did your draft delete some lines? Or did you forget to add prior to hitting submit?! I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION!