nee—” Malfoy broke off with a soft grunt and a pained expression. He
took a shaky breath and tried again, his voice wobbling. “Will you touch
Draco is cursed to speak
in questions. Well…Spelled, thanks to the stupidly improper archival
practices of the fourth century. Harry Potter is there to save the day,
but Draco isn’t going to give in to his help so easily. Fortunately, the
method of saving might be more satisfactory than Draco expected this
Have you read this
yet? This story is completely brilliant! So there’s Draco who, in an
interesting turn of events (and I really don’t want to say anything
about that because !!!!) is spelled to speak only in questions, but
there’s a catch, it’s only in truthful questions. And it turns out that Harry is the only person who can help him in this predicament, which does not sit well with Draco because he sort of tired of Harry always saving him.
in the meantime is barely coming to terms with him being, erm,
interested (for not saying obsessed with) in Draco in a slightly
different way than back in Sixth Year.
now Draco has to ask for Harry’s help (who is Most Willing to Help™) and
he’s only able to question his way into an explanation. It’s all kinds
of brilliant, this fic. And smoking hot, too!
I really hate the fact that I don't see as many black stoner gals being romanticized compared to their white counterparts
I wanna see girls with dreads, ‘fros, braids, big chop, light skin, medium skin, dark skin all smoking pot! All I ever see these days are skinny white girls with huff socks and tie-dyes toking. That shit is getting boring, bruh.
A/N: Life is getting crazy so I may not be posting as often but I’ve got a ton of ideas left so stay tuned and let me know if you want to get tagged! <3 Also apologies if you weren’t tagged in all of the parts until last weekend! I didn’t realize tumblr hadn’t been tagging you. So thanks to @shitty-imagines-95 for pointing it out. :D
This part is kinda angsty and long just FYI but I wanted to give a little bit of insight into the readers mind set.
Summary: Girl’s day with Nat and Wanda! Touch of Bucky fluff at the beginning followed by kinda angsty convos
Rating: T for language
Warnings: insecure reader, (kind of a general inferiority complex. and concern about being inexperienced with dating), general references to Bucky’s trauma, mentions of death/killing
Pairings/Character: Bucky x Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff
Word Count: 2320 (Like I said, it’s long!)
Nat and Wanda left you alone to get ready. You were just
slipping on your sandals when your phone chimed twice.
Bucky: Sorry I had to
leave this morning, doll. Stevie was being a punk about me missing our run.
Bucky: Have fun with Nat
and Wanda today! Catch up tomorrow?
Y/N: Haha, no worries.
Tomorrow sounds good! And tell Steve he owes me cuddles since he stole you this
You sent the text before you could chicken out.
Bucky: Steve has
graciously passed on all cuddle duties to me. ;)
Bucky: You better finish
getting ready. BW is getting ready to come find you.
Y/N: Yikes, thanks for the
head’s up. Talk to you later.
Grabbing your purse, you hurried to find your two best
The conversation was light throughout the car ride into the
city. You caught up on each other’s recent missions and the standard compound
gossip. Once at the restaurant though the topic turned towards you.
“Are you going to tell us willingly or am I going to have to
interrogate you?” Natasha asked imperiously as you sipped your mimosa.
“I could just take the answers we want,” Wanda offered with
“That’s not a bad idea, but I think we should still question
her. Barnes is right about one thing, she’s cute when she’s flustered.”
“You guys suck,” you huffed, unable to hide the blush on
“Oh come on, Y/N,” Natasha groaned, “We’re your best friends,
we just want to know if we need to kick Barnes’ ass for not being a gentleman
while he’s courting you.”
“He’s not courting me,” you argued.
“She’s right, Nat. He’s still wooing her.”
“No wooing. No courting.”
“Just cuddling,” Natasha said with a smug smirk.
“Post mission nights don’t count. You both know that.”
You made sure your tone was serious, and your friends nodded
understandingly. It wasn’t uncommon for two or three of the avengers to bunk
together when any of you returned from a mission. It wasn’t anything romantic,
just a way of reminding yourself you were home and you were safe. During your
time as an avenger there had been at least some nights spent with each of your
teammates, whether it was in bed or you had passed out on a couch or at the
“Okay, fair enough,” Natasha conceded. “But can I ask why
Bucky this time? He’s not your usual go to.”
It was true. If you were particularly beat up after a
mission you would go to Natasha who would patch you up without looking at you
like you were going to break. If it had been mentally taxing undercover work
you would go to Wanda who always knew what to say to remind you of who you
were. The only other person you had ever sought out was Steve and that was
after you had to kill on the job for the first time. Since then you would go to
him after a particularly bloody mission. He had a way of making you feel whole
“He was still up when I got home,” you explained casually. “I
wasn’t too keen on being alone and luckily he was having a cup of tea in the
“Was he waiting up for you?”
The blush that rose on your cheeks told Wanda she had asked
precisely the right question.
“I figured as much. He wouldn’t stop pestering Steve about
when you were coming home.”
“Really?” You asked in surprise.
“He was pretty much a caged tiger the past few days since he
got back from his own mission.”
“He did say he missed me,” you admitted quietly.
“Finally. Now we’re getting somewhere. What else happened
You relented, knowing it was pointless to resist.
“I was really lonely after six weeks of solo missions so I
went looking to see if anyone was up after I took a bath. I thought Tony might
be having one of his late night tinkering sessions or Sam would be watching
movies, but nobody was up except for Bucky. He was waiting to welcome me home.”
“And he told you he missed you.”
“Yeah, I hugged him and he kissed the top of my head and
told me he had missed me. And I would have been very happy to stay in his arms
but my stupid stomach betrayed me, so he warmed me up leftovers and sat with me
while I ate.”
“I honestly assumed
he had a nightmare and that’s why he was still up, but when I asked, he said
he’d been waiting for me. He assumed I would be lonely.”
“So how did he end up in your bed?”
Natasha swatted at Wanda for the question, but you just
chuckled as the question made you think of a very different night.
“He tried to get me
to go to bed but I refused. I needed to be around people, so he offered to stay
“That was sweet of him.”
You nodded your agreement, smiling at the memory of your
arms wrapped around him as you fell asleep. At one point you had woken up and
were surprised to find him spooning you, metal arm wrapped tight around your
waist and his face buried in your neck. With a content sigh you had burrowed
further into his embrace and fallen straight back to sleep.
“You two are really adorable together,” Wanda commented,
snapping you back to reality. “Especially in that picture in front of the
bakery in D.C.”
You sighed, knowing that the questioning was just getting
Over the course of brunch and your mani/pedi appointments,
your two best friends managed to get you to re-hash almost every second of D.C.
that you had spent with Bucky. You left out what happened at the end of the
first Lord of the Rings movie. That memory was meant solely for the four of you
present for it, but you did fess up to getting stuck in your blanket and the
conversation you thought you’d overheard.
“So you’re saying Steve said that Bucky had been planning on
asking you out,” Wanda asked as you picked out dresses to try on.
“No, I said I think Steve said that, but it could have been
a dream considering I also thought Legolas ate the last slice of my pizza and I
punched him in the face,” you corrected as you held up an emerald green dress
and looked at your reflection in the mirror.
“Okay, but let’s
assume it was real,” Nat suggested stepping out of the dressing room and
modeling the black halter dress, “What did he mean when he said you never
texted him back?”
“Well, number one
you’re buying that. And number two, Bucky texted me to go sightseeing with him
that morning, but I didn’t see it until we were watching the movie that night,”
you reported deciding to try on a few of your picks so far.
“Y/N!” They both squealed in concert.
“What?” you wondered aloud as you stripped off your sundress
and tried on the emerald number.
“You can’t just leave vital information like that out of the
story,” Nat admonished you.
“Yeah, now everything totally makes sense.”
“How does that minor detail make everything make sense?”
You stepped out of the dressing room to show off your dress
but both of your friends shook their heads.
“But it’s not you.”
“Try on the red one you have in there.”
You nodded, returning to the fitting room.
“Anyways, everything makes sense now because you were the
girl who bailed on him.”
“What? Where did you get that idea?” You demanded, standing
up on your tiptoes and peering at the two of them over the slatted door.
“Bucky asked you out that morning. You were always the date
he had planned.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“It makes perfect sense,” Nat smirked.
“Why didn’t he just ask why I didn’t text him back?”
“Not wanting to rock the boat.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean he clearly wanted to spend time with you and despite
thinking that you had probably rejected him he went to see if he had a shot,
probably hoping the whole time you just hadn’t seen the invite.”
“And since you agreed to go sightseeing with him, he decided
to take the win and not bring up the text.”
Wanda and Natasha spoke in a smooth tandem that quieted your
“I still don’t see why he would say his date cancelled…” You
stopped short when all your two friends could do is gawk at you when you walked
out to show them the red dress. “Too much? I look stupid. I knew I would look
stupid. I’m going to change.”
“Okay, pause on the commentary – we’ll get back to the low
self-esteem thing too- because you look smoking hot and you need to buy that
dress and never take it off.”
You chuckled at Nat’s antics.
“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better,” you tried to
joke eyeing Nat who was still wearing the black dress and looking like a model.
“Who’s lying?” Wanda asked in confusion. “You are gorgeous.”
“Guys, seriously. I know I look dumb and awkward. No need to
Natasha stalked towards you, placing her hands on your cheeks
and looking you directly in the eyes.
“Y/n, no one is teasing you. You are insanely beautiful
outside and in. I know you struggle sometimes,” she murmured softly, “But try
to remember you are also brilliant and badass and the best person we know and
that’s including Captain freakin’ America.”
“Bucky’s not going to know what hit him when he sees you.
You’re going to be irresistible.”
You frowned at Wanda’s comment.
“What’s wrong with irresistible?”
“Irresistible usually implies sex, but it won’t with me. I’m
not ready to sleep with Bucky or anybody for that matter, at least not outside
of emotionally supportive snuggles.”
“So?” Wanda asked, cocking her head to the side. “It’s not
like Bucky would pressure you into anything.”
“Is that what you’re afraid of?” Nat asked. She looked like
the final piece of the puzzle had just fallen into place. “Because he would
never push the issue.”
“I know that. That’s not exactly what it is.”
“Then what is?” Wanda pressed.
“I’ve never been with anybody… at all. Not even on a date,”
you paused, expecting them to laugh, but they just looked at you
understandingly, waiting for you to continue. “I know Bucky would never push
me. But I would still need him to take the whole dating thing ridiculously
slow. I don’t know how to date, forget about being somebody’s girlfriend or
sleeping with him. He’s going to get bored with me before we get anywhere near
the bedroom! So on the off chance he does actually like me, why cause myself
the heartbreak of knowing that I had him but I was too chicken to keep him,”
you finished with a sigh, plopping down on to the nearby chair.
Nat pulled over a footstool to sit on while Wanda crouched
in front of you.
“Y/n, Bucky is crazy about you. I’m sure he would be happy
to take things as slowly as you need them to be.”
“Oh, please,” you snorted, “He’s an absolutely merciless
flirt. You know he likes to tease me about sleeping with him.”
“The way he flirts doesn’t say anything about how he’d
actually be in a relationship. Do you actually know that he’s had a girlfriend?”
“I…” you stopped short as you thought about. You had heard
tons of stories from Bucky and Steve about him dragging Steve on double dates,
but they hadn’t specifically said he’d ever had a girlfriend. “No. Not for
sure. But still, he has to be more experienced than I am.”
“That doesn’t mean he wants to move any faster than you do.
He’s been through a lot of shit.”
You frowned, knowing she was right.
“Do you want the truth?”
You nodded, unsure that you actually wanted to hear what she
had to say.
“You may be right. He may want to move faster and that may
be a deal breaker. I don’t think it will be, personally. I think he’ll be just
as happy to take it slow if it means he gets to be with you. But either way, it’s
not fair for you to not give him the choice.”
“So what do I do? There’s no good way to have that
conversation. And if he doesn’t like me it’s a moot point, and I don’t want to
screw up our friendship for no reason.”
You watched carefully as Natasha and Wanda shared a long
“Alright, how about this, we’ll stop harassing you about
admitting your feelings and you just spend some more time with him one on one.”
“You’ve gotten really close, but apart from that one day in
D.C. you haven’t really spent any time just the two of you.”
“I guess I could do that,” you mumbled after several moments
“And then you never know, maybe it will happen naturally,”
Wanda said with a mysterious smile.
“Parading around in front of him with that dress won’t hurt
either.” Natasha winked and you burst out laughing. “Now, go change so we can
look for shoes and jewelry. Tony’s buying,” she informed you with a wicked
“I think I saw a lovely diamond tennis bracelet with my name
on it,” you joked.
“Perfect. We’ll get matching ones,” Wanda suggested with a
You felt an overwhelming wave of gratitude for your two best
girlfriends. They had always made sure that you felt like you were just as good
as them and that day was no exception.
Gus was not aware of the fire outside of his room. When he woke up,
he remembered it was too hot. And smoke, too much smoke. He thought
about his mother. When will she come into his room and take him
somewhere safe? He knew papa was not at home. Mama said papa has to go
work somewhere far. Maybe she was still sleeping. He should wake her up.
climbed out of his bed and find his way to the door in the darkness.
When he reached the doorknob, he hissed in pain. The doorknob was hot
too. He looked at his red hands and started crying.
J A C K S O N —
Jackson instantly picked up on your girl friend’s flirting. He tried to keep the cocky smirk off of his face and play oblivious, but when you mixed your older brother and flirting? It was something Jackson always exceeded in. Eventually he would give up the facade and give into the flirting.
“Oh, hey, I think you’re pretty damn hot too. *cue winking*”
J A E B U M —
Jaebum wasn’t oblivious to it, but he definitely wasn’t going to play along with it. He knew she was your friend and you didn’t want him getting too infatuated with your friends, so Jaebum was going to respect that. After all, he loved his little sister and just wanted to make you happy.
“Sorry, but you’re too young for me.”
J I N Y O U N G —
Jinyoung was a pain in the ass for you. Like HELL was he not going to embarrass the hell out of you. When he heard the flirting, Jinyoung went right along with it, with flirting attempts that beat hers by a landslide and had her blushing before the words completely left his lips.
“Come back to me in a year and we’ll see where that statement remains, Jagi~”
Y O U N G J A E —
Youngjae was 100% oblivious to every attempt she made. He just listened to her and took it as some very friendly conversation though somewhere deep inside he knew it was far more than that, but he wasn’t going to say so when his little sister didn’t want him to get involved with your friends.
“Oh, thank you! I suppose you’re quite beautiful too.”
M A R K —
Mark was fine with the attention and he would flirt back from time to time, however he wouldn’t be entirely serious and would add a small “I’m kidding,” at the end to make sure your boy friend didn’t think he lead him on. He’d act as his older brother too, and always offered to let you invite him over and lend you two some money to do whatever.
“Oh, yeah you’re smoking hot too~ I’m kidding, I’m sorry. You’re adorable.”
B A M B A M —
BamBam loved the attention he got from your guy friend, but he tried to keep it very distant although you swore your older brother was gayer than anything. BamBam had respect for you, his little sister, and wanted you to be happy with your brother and the fact that he didn’t involve himself with your friends.
“Oh, that’s very sweet, thank you~ you’re very attractive too, thank you!”
Y U G Y E O M —
Yugyeom adored the boy you brought to your house. He loved the boy and how sweet he was to him, and he tried to get himself close to him yet not too involved. He would give him hugs when he left the house and when he saw him, or when your friend was upset. However he told him to call him his own brother and made his intention clear.
“Hey there. You can call me your older brother, too, if you’d like. You’re so sweet~”