Draco was having a lovely Thursday evening, spending the time reading books on new Quidditch techniques and scribbling down any potion ideas that came to mind. Of course, Draco could be more productive.
Wait. No, he actually couldn’t.
Because Harry was playing unnecessary, loud, cantankerous garbage. Usually, Draco can drown it out and chalk it up to Harry going through a ‘hardcore’ phase.
But it’s been over a year.
His so-called “music” booming from underneath Draco’s room was trembling the floorboards, shaking the windows, and rattling the thoughts inside Draco’s mind. Which wasn’t “punk rock” at all.
Request: HI!!! i love Lift sm it’s so good may i request something where fem!reader is an assassin and is using steve’s apartment in brooklyn as a sniper nest to kill a bad guy bc her intel told her that he’s not going back from a mission until next week but steve comes home early bc the mission was easier than they all thought and he finds the reader just looking through her sniper and stuff gets awkward? Thank you ily!!!
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A/N: First of all, thank you so much for requesting. Secondly, I kind of went off the tracks and made this into some kind of sappy drabble and I apologize! :’)
She knelt down before the door, glancing behind her quickly before turning her focus to the gold-colored lock before her. She dug out her lock picking gear and placed them in the keyhole, twisting them in place with ease due to much practice, the door creaking open.
The place was just like she had imagined yet all the details were still new to her. Her eyes followed the colorless photographs hung up on the wall, the flowery wallpaper and the old furniture. It seemed out of time yet a few things would stand out. The kitchen appliances for a starter, the laptop on the kitchen table for a second.
She wanted to ask headquarters if they were sure he was away, but she didn’t want to question them. She had done too much of that during her past missions. She just wanted to be sure, but she ended up making a fool out of herself as headquarters were always right.
“I’m at my location. Getting in position now.” She informed through her earpiece upon seeing the living room window. She swung her gear off of her back and opened up the long and narrow bag.
“Copy that, Alpha. Target arriving in T minus 4 minutes. Team Omega at stand by.”
She screwed the tripod base until whole again, propping it in front of the window before starting to put her sniper rifle together. She was swift, knowing exactly where each piece was going. She placed it on the stand and lowered the aim for the window on the fifth floor in the building across from the one she was in.
Her heartbeat slowed down as she took long and deep breaths. Her aim was good, her gear was in place and her senses sharp. All she had to do was wait for the target.
She had only accepted the mission as she felt it was so personal. She wasn’t much for working in big cities. It came with too many complications which meant she had to take extra many precautions. It became tiring in the long run, but the mission she was on was far too personal for her to rely on someone else to take care of it.
As she sat there, right eye scanning through the scope, she was suddenly put in a headlock. She inhaled sharply and her hands flew to the strong arm wrapped under her chin.
“Who the hell are you?” He asked, relief washing through her at the same time as embarrassment.
“Steve.” She choked out, her voice strained from the lack of air she was receiving. “It’s me.”
He dropped her and she stumbled forward, gripping onto the wall for support as she coughed. “Y/N?” He said, grabbing her shoulder and forcing her to spin around. His tense muscles eased as soon as he saw her face at the same time as his curiosity and confusion peaked. “What on god’s green earth are you doing here?”
“What are you doing here?” She tried to retort as if she was in any position to do that. To her luck, Steve was Steve, so he answered her question.
“I came home early from my mission. What’s your excuse for breaking into my apartment and standing by the window with a rifle?” He crossed his arms. She didn’t want to tell him, and she tried to ignore headquarters constant commands in her ear to not tell him, but she couldn’t do that to Steve.
She picked the earpiece out of her ear, walking over to the kitchen counter where an old glass of water stood, dropping the device in it and watching it sink to the bottom before turning back to Steve.
“While you were away, we were given reliable information about a spy who was targeting you. My first guess was Hydra but I honestly don’t know. Either way, we’ve been tracking the fake name he’s been using and followed the purchase of an apartment to right there…” She pointed across the street to the apartment in question. “I was given orders to keep this off the radar, your radar, to be exact. You weren’t supposed to know about the spy or that I had been here to take care of him.”
“So if I have someone on my tail, they don’t even let me know anymore? They keep it secret?” He question, rightfully upset.
“Look, Steve… I know you don’t like the way we handle things compared to yours and the Avengers ways, but I have orders, even if I don’t have someone listening to them.” She glanced towards the dysfunctional earpiece. “I need to do this… For your safety and for my job.”
He didn’t know what to say to that. Y/N and him had a thing in the past, which meant roughly six months before, and although their feeling had far from gone away or as much as faded, they couldn’t stay together. Y/N was dedicated to the service she was in, and Steve was against her killing-methods. Work had in the end been what caused them to fall apart, no matter how much they both hated it, that was the only reason.
“I’ve told you that there will always be a spot for you with the Avengers. You don’t have to continue this life of murdering.”
“Like you haven’t killed a couple of bad guys during your time.” She argued, her voice low.
“I’ve never worked for an organization that kills for money. If they could afford you, you’d kill cheating husbands for grieving wife’s. Sometimes, the lives you take, do not deserve to be taken. You know that your organization is not what it used to be… They might still have some trace of what once was a faction of SHIELD, but you know that they’ve changed, don’t you? I’m sure they’ve ordered you to kill people. People you thought were innocent.”
“Stop.” She put her arms up in defense.
“This is your way out, Y/N.” He pointed to the submerged earpiece. “You can work with the Avengers.”
“I just don’t see how I would fit in with you.” She explained, a battle between two sides going on in her head.
“And so you think you fit in where you are now?” He had a suggesting tone to his voice that caused her eyebrows to furrow together. “Take a look.”
He pointed at her rifle. She eyed him before turning around, slowly leaning down to the scope and centering the window across the street.
“Oh god…” She gasped, standing up and placing her hand over her mouth.
“That safe source your superiors talked about was probably stolen, SHIELD information. “Steve looked to the building beside his own where Rhodes stood in the window. “He moved here after I suggested the neighborhood. SHIELD keeps track of him, of course… And I’m willing to bet my life that your little organization knew that it was no spy that moved in across the street from here.”
She couldn’t find the words in her to tell him something, anything. Her mind was a blank slate.
“Want to know what my mission was?” He questioned like she would have a choice in whether he would tell the answer or not. “Locating a leak within SHIELD that caused Natasha to have her cover blown over in Europe.”
“Bosnia…” Y/N breathed out, remembering having the mission given to her to go to Bosnia and take out an elite Hydra agent, but turning it down for Steve’s spy.
“You see? They’re lying straight to your face.”
“They might as well be Hydra…” Her brain was trying to puzzle it all together.
Steve took a step closer. “We don’t know that, but whatever they are, they’re far from SHEILD. You could be the one who takes them down. You can live in the Stark Tower, or we could go off the grid for a while…”
She shouldn’t have paid attention to it in the moment, but she couldn’t help it. “We?”
His cheeks flushed red. “Well, you and I could go to one of T'Challa’s many hideouts around the world… Reconnect.”
“Is that the word they use for it these days?” She tried to be flirty but he saw the tears well up in her eyes, realization crashing down on her like a harsh wave.
“Oh no, baby… Come here.” He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her against his chest as her first tear managed to slip. God was it heartbreaking to see her cry. He had known her for years, and she had never allowed to show herself weak, ever. She needed to find out she had been working for the bad guys all along to finally break. “It’s going to get better, you hear me? I’m here. We’re going to be together after all. We can take that trip to China that we always wanted, walk the entire Wall…”
She chuckled against him, pressing her check flat against his chest. “You’re so dumb.”
“You love it though.” He smiled. “Admit it.”
She would never.
She looked up into his eyes, hoping he would forgive her for all the times they had fought over her wanting to stay true to the organization she was hired by. She hoped he would forgive her for all the people she had killed. She hoped she would forgive herself for both of those. Perhaps it would take time, but it seemed as Steve was willing to give her that.
RFA+ V&saeran on MC with braces bc having braces as an adult are really awkward for me ;; ily btw. Have a great day <3 ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ
Ahhh, I think adults in braces are cute, is that wrong?
These came out really short because, honestly, I don’t think there’s much of a reaction here. Anyway, still hope you like this and make you feel less awkward:
RFA + Saeran and V with a MC with braces
No matter what you say, he thinks you look adorable
He’s always complimenting your smile so you don’t feel self-conscious
And when you start complaining, he’s always telling you to be patient, this will pay off and your smile will be even more perfect than… his.
God have mercy on that tabloid that tried to trash talk your metallic smile because Zen hasn’t, he made his fans flood their social media until they apologized.
I bet he used braces being a kid
And yeah… it was uncomfortable and he constantly felt insecure about smiling, so… he understands you.
But boy loves seeing you smile, so he’s always reassuring you that there’s nothing wrong, and he feels really cool comforting you like this confident dude.
Also, he tries to cook foods that are easier to chew and don’t get too stuck in the braces, boy knows all the tricks!
She thinks it’s adorable, tbh
It gives you this really young vibe, and she can’t help remarking how cute you are
She’s more careful than you, especially when you two are kissing
Always reminding you to brush your teeth and use dental floss. “Yeah, mom, I didn’t forget.”
He’s curious on why didn’t you start using them as a child
But won’t be an ass about it, he’s just curious because he’s not used to see adults with braces, and you’re cute after all.
Also very careful, sometimes more than you.
Will pay for more comfortable ones and take you to the best dentists in the world, maybe you can get rid of them sooner than you think, if you want to.
I imagine him using those mobile ones when he’s home.
So he understands a little and is always studying yours to see if there’s something he can do to make them more comfortable without affecting their original function.
That’s what he says, but it’s probably just an excuse to steal kisses from you.
Seeing your discipline with yours remind him that he should take care of his better.
It took him a while to get used to
At first he wasn’t sure how to kiss you, it won’t cut him, right?
He’s not being douchy, it’s just he really never saw these and never thought he would kiss a person with braces (or… any person, for that matter)
But he’s very curious about them. “How do you eat?” “How do you brush your teeth?” “How do you use dental floss?” “How do you go to the dentist without being terrified as shit?” and that’s how you found out he’s scared of dentists, though he insists he’s not
Not even fazed
He can’t really see you, but he bets you look cute as hell
Also very careful , but he’s surprisingly not that good at holding back when he’s kissing you
Always goes with you to your dentist appointments and holds your hand. You would feel pathetic if his hand wasn’t so soft and warm…
What advice would you give to someone who struggles to make friends? I'm a really awkward person. Also ily btw <3
Being awkward is endearing, at least that’s what I tell myself so know that I would be your friend! My one piece of advice is to not go out with the goal of making friends. Go out to have fun, if you are yourself your true friends will come to you.
BUT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND I NEED MY AWKWARD QUEER SASSY CINNAMON ROLL ANGIE MARTINELLI IN SEASON 2 I WANNA SEE HER PREFORMING AND SEE PEGGY IN THE AUDIENCE AND SHE JUST SMILES PROUDLY SJSYNSY I NEED HER TO BE SASSY AND I NEED MORE SCHNAPPS AND PIE CARTINELLI IN THE MANSION oKAY I JUST LET ME HAVE A MOMENT TO SHED MY TEARS