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amazingmaeve · 3 years

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Scared - Fred Weasley

Harry Potter Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Summary: Y/N decides to move to London where she meets Fred Weasley who changes her life for the better. She’s scared of loving him.

Request: Hi!! Can I please request a (Fred lives! Au) Fred Weasley x Salvatore (Vampire)!reader where she’s Damon and Stefan’s younger sister (I can so see her acting like Damon, but really being soft once you get to know her) oneshot where she needed time away from Mystic Falls, so she goes to London, where she meets Fred & George, and she & Fred over time fall in love. At some point I’m sure they would have the talk about her being a vampire and him being a Wizard (it’d be so shocking for the both of them haha). And during the war, instead of leaving England like Fred asked, she follows the Weasleys to Hogwarts, kinda just hiding in the shadows until she sees Fred is in danger and saves his life. Almost losing him freaks her out because it reminds her that he’s mortal and she’s not, so she runs back to Mystic Falls, where Elena, Damon, & Stefan (Stefan lives au😅) have just taken the vampire cure and she takes it too, going back to Fred (Omg I can so imagine her asking Molly to bring her to the joke shop so she can run into Fred’s arms to surprise him and apologize for running off)

Requested by: @kpopgirlbtssvt

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, some violence

AN: I hope I did it I may have left out a few things since I couldn’t fit them in. Also I haven’t seen the deathly hollows only clips so if I got anything wrong that’s why. 😊

Y/N didn’t plan on going to London but she needed to get out of Mystic Falls. Get away from all the drama. Especially the drama between Stefan Elena and Damon.

She didn’t understand how everyone fell so in love with Elena and Katherine. But she got over it.

Damon and Stefan were angry about her sister leaving but Y/N didn’t truly care about it. Stefan got used to it but Damon just was snappy.

When she was in London she got a to breath a bit without her brothers by her side. Even though London was usually gloomy she made the best out of it.

While shopping Y/N ran into someone while she wasn’t looking.

“Sorry about that,” Y/N sighed and picked up her bags.

When she got up she saw someone else staring at her. The guy who was pretty tall and had red hair.

“No worries darling what’s your name,” Fred asked with a smirk on his face.

“Y/N,” She answered while looking the guy. She thought he was pretty cute himself.

“What no last name,” Fred laughed.

“I don’t even know your know so why would I tell you my last name,” Y/N snapped at the Weasley.

“Fred Weasley,” Fred introduced himself while pushing his hand out.

“Y/N Salvatore,” Y/N rolled her eyes while shaking his hand. “Well I have to get going,” She said after shaking his hand.

“Wait,” Fred yelled out as Y/N began walking away. Y/N turned around with a confused look on his face. “Can’t I at least get your phone number,” He asked.

“Maybe next time,” Y/N teases with a smirk on her face then walked away with her bags in hands.

Y/N was sure she wouldn’t see Fred again. Y/N thought he was cute but nothing would happen about. How wrong was she.

As Y/N sat in restaurant eating some breakfast she felt someone approach her and she turned around to see Fred standing there.

“Fancy see you here,” Fred smirks sliding in the booth besides her.

“Hello Fred,” Y/N greets the red head.

“I never got to ask what you think of London,” Fred asked taking a menu. Y/N stared at him in shock as he just sat there so casually.

“How do you know I just came here,” Y/N asks suspiciously.

“Well your accent is American and you looked like you didn’t know where you were love,” Fred put down his menu to give her that same smirk.

“To answer your question it’s gloomy but nice,” Y/N ignores his last statement and decided to answer his question.

“So can I get your number now love?” Fred asked as Y/N felt butterflies in the bottom of her stomach. She didn’t know why she was having these. The last time she had these is when she was human.

“Nope,” Y/N popped the P.

“What why you said ‘maybe next nine’?” Fred asks as confusion crossed his face.

“Well I’m a liar,” Y/N admits.

“Hmm,” Fred made a humming noise.

“Why are you making that noise,” Y/N questions as the waitress came over and sat the food on the table.

“No reason so if I can’t have your number will you at least let me take you out on a date,” Fred asks taking a bit out of her bacon.

“Why are you so adamant on hanging out with me,” Y/N asks feeling heat rise in her cheeks. Y/N doesn’t know why she’s feeling like this. She does have her humanity on but she’s hasn’t felt like this way in a while.

“Because there’s something interesting about you and I want to get to know you love,” Fred admits giving you a smile.

“Fine if it will stop you from annoying me,” Y/N snaps writing her address and phone number down and giving it to Fred before leaving. Fred looked back at her in awe knowing that this girl was special.

In reality she didn’t want to admit but she was happy that Fred has asked her out. He seemed like a good guy and he was really cute.

He called when Y/N was taking a drink out of a blood bag. He asked for a date on Friday and it was Wednesday.

Y/N agreed to the restaurant and the time. When Y/N hung up the phone she stared down at it with a smile on her face.

She didn’t even realize she was smiling since she hadn’t for a while. Y/N let out a sigh before shaking her head and wipping the smile off her face ignoring the feeling she had.

On Friday Y/N put on her best dress and put on some make up before exiting the flat with a smile on her face.

She saw Fred approach in a suit and Y/N couldn’t deny he was pretty handsome.

“You look beautiful,” Fred gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Well you don’t look so bad yourself,” Y/N teased giving a little punch on the shoulder.

When they got to the restaurant Y/N ordered a salad while Fred for stake. While they waited Y/N learned that Fred had many siblings. 7 to be exact. One of them was his twin George.

“Wow I can’t handle the two brothers I have it must of been hard for you,” Y/N laughs. “No wait I feel bad for your sister it sucks only having 2 it must suck even worse to have 6.”

“Ginny knows how to take care of herself she’s a strong girl,” Fred tells Y/N.

When food came they ate and Fred told her some of the pranks he played on some people just leaving the fact he was a wizard out of it.

Y/N was having a good time.

“I can’t believe you put hair die in her shampoo,” Y/N lets out a giggle.

“Me and George got in big trouble for it grounded for 2 weeks and Ginny ignored us for 1,” Fred scoffed.

“Well I don’t blame the girl I would have been pissed to,” Y/N takes a sip out of her wine.

“Did your brothers ever prank you,” Fred asked curiously.

“No but my older brother does like to joke around a lot,” Y/N admits while rolling her eyes.

As night went on the date ended which made Y/N feel a bit sad as Fred walked her back to the flat.

As they stood in front of the building Fred approached Y/N wrapping his hands around her cheeks putting his lips to hers. Y/N was shocked but kissed back wrapping her arms around his waist.

They parted ways as Y/N went into her building with a goofy grin on her face.

Y/N liked the way she was feeling but she hasn’t been in a relationship that wasn’t sexual in a while and didn’t know how to handle it.

So Y/N ignored Fred’s calls not knowing what to do next. Y/N felt bad and it was strange for her to feel bad. She usually didn’t care about people’s feelings.

As Y/N sat in her couch someone knocked on her door.

“Who is it,” Y/N yelled.

“It’s Fred,” Fred yelled back.

“Y/N froze in shock she didn’t know what to do but to answer the door.

“Hey Fred,” Y/N waved awkwardly.

“Why’ve been ignoring my calls,” Fred asked putting his hands into his pockets.

“I haven’t been ignoring your calls,” Y/N muttered looking at the ground.

Y/N saw the Fred approached her putting his fingers underneath her chin lifting her head.

“Why are you lying to be love,” Fred whispered.

“I’m sorry Fred I just haven’t felt like this for someone in a while,” Y/N admits while closing the door and letting him.

“I could’ve helped you,” Fred puts his hand on top of hers as she put it down on the kitchen counter.

“I know but we barely know each other,” Y/N scoffs.

“Well the let me get to know you,” Fred interjects before she can say anything else she let out a sigh and nod. “George gets annoyed every time I talk about since he hasn’t even met you.”

“You want me to meet your brother already,” Y/N asks flabbergasted.

“No I would wait til the 3rd date darling,” Fred gave her one of his smirks which made her feel like puddy in his hands. She felt so happy with Fred.

From then on Y/N Fred began to go on more and more dates. And after the third date Y/N met George. She was nervous but Fred reassured her that he would lover her and it was true. George was happy that his brother found someone to make him happy.

They knew almost everything about each other after 3 months. Except about her being a vampire and him being a wizard. They both wanted to tell each other but Y/N was scared of rejection and Fred was worried Y/N would get hurt by telling her.

Y/N invited Fred to her flat feeling nervous about telling him. She could compel him if he didn’t like it but she couldn’t do that to him.

A knock on the door broke Y/N out of her daze.

“Fred you have a key you can come in,” Y/N lets out a little laugh.

“Sorry love just didn’t want to startle you,” Fred closed the door as enters the flat. He notices the worried look on Y/N’s face and goes to stand in front of her. “What’s wrong darling,” Fred whispers putting his hands on her waist.

“Nothing,” Y/N muttered burying her face in his chest.

“Well obviously something’s bothering you,” Fred asks rubbing her back.

“Okay I’m going to come on and out with it,” Y/N moves back and lets out a sigh. “I’m a vampire,” She blurted out.

Fred stares at her for a second before laughter.

“Right good one,” Fred laughs and begins to notice that she isn’t laughing with him. “You’re serious,” He gasps.

“Yup,”

“That’s so cool,” Fred lets out a laugh. “Well since you told me I have to tell you something,” Fred gives her a grin. “I’m a wizard.”

Y/N gaps at him with shock on her face.

“That is so cool.”

Y/N and Fred that day began to get closer to each other with know each other’s secrets. She met his family at his older brother Bills wedding. And they all excepted her with open arms.

Molly gave her tight hug which made George and Fred laugh. Arthur shook her hand giving her a smile. Ron couldn’t believe his brother got a girlfriend. Ginny gave Y/N a handshake and smile. She also met Harry and Hermione who greeted her.

Fred told Y/N she would meet Bill at the wedding.

Everything was going great until the death eaters came.

Most people were fine and only had cuts and bruises. Fred then went to the battle of Hogwarts and told Y/N to stay behind which made her mad.

“I can’t stay behind,” Y/N snaps.

“Yes you can love this is different than vampires,” Fred argues with.

“Please I just don’t want something bad to happen to you,” Y/N pleaded with him.

“I’ll be fine love just stay here,” He whispered giving her one last kiss.

“I love you,” Y/N whispered as he left.

She couldn’t just sit around and do nothing when she had this feeling in her gut that something was going to happen to Fred. She didn’t know where she was but she found the castle with some luck.

Y/N saw fighting everywhere as she entered Hogwarts. It was like a blood bath.

Y/N finally saw Fred getting attack by this one guy which made her eyes widen and ran over to the guy and bit into his neck killing him.

Y/N couldn’t stand the look Fred was giving her so she left feeling ashamed of herself why’d she do that why didn’t she just push him away. This was the first time in a while she felt guilty.

Y/N went back to mystic falls to take the cure maybe if she was human Fred would look at her in a different way.

Stefan and Damon were confused about her decision. But let her take it it would make her happy.

On the way to London she felt nervous and felt tears creep up. Y/N hoped Fred would look at her like her did before.

When she got to the burrow Y/N was met with the nice look of Molly.

“Y/N dear come in,” She let Y/N in. “Fred has been worried sick about you.”

“I know that’s why I’m here I need to talk to him,” Y/N admits running her fingers through her hair.

“Well come on dear let’s go,” Molly gets her purse getting ready to go to the shop.

When Y/N entered the shop it was full of customers. Y/N had a smile on her face as she saw all the stuff that was going on.

Y/N lost Molly and then she heard someone say, “Y/N.”

She turned around and saw Fred standing there with a smile on his face. She knew it was Fred she didn’t know how she just did.

Fred ran up to her giving her a tight hug and gave her kisses on all of her face.

“Where have you been I’ve been worried sick about you love,” Fred whispered in her ear.

“I love you,” Y/N blurts out with a smile on her face and tears in her eyes. Fred put his warm hand on her cheek and caressed it.

“I love you too,” He whispered kissing her on the lips as she wraps her arms around his neck and his around her waist.

He lifts her up feeling on top of the world and in the moment Y/N knew she’d be alright.

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Destiny Has Other Plans | Loki x OFC (Alexis Randall) | Chapter 4

Pairing: Loki x OFC

MASTERLIST IS HERE

Summary: When Loki goes to ask his father for permission to marry, he is shocked to discover his destiny has already been made for him. He is already betrothed to Sjofn, the daughter of the King of Vanaheim. An arranged marriage to bring the two kingdoms closer together and strengthen the bond. Never mind that Sjofn and Loki can’t stand each other.

After The Battle of New York, Loki is sent to live at Avengers Tower as punishment for his misdeeds. But it doesn’t mean he has to like it. A year later, he has adjusted to life on Midgard but has avoided any romantic or emotional entanglements, still bitter over his lost love. Dr. Alexis Randall is skilled at helping others fix their relationships as a couple therapist, but can’t help her own love life. A chance encounter with Loki in a dive bar has life altering consequences for both of them. Now, Alexis and Loki must figure out a way to co-habit without killing each other in the process, plus navigating impending parenthood and other roadblocks along the way.

This Chapter: Tony’s attempt at matchmaking goes awry. Alexis meets the man that goes bump in the vents and makes some poor decisions.

Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Smut, Angst, Semi-Public Sex, Mentions of law enforcement, Oral Sex, Cursing, Vaginal Sex

Taglists are Open, please let me know if you wish to be added.

Alexis tugged at her dress. Even though she was still early in the pregnancy, her clothes were already fitting differently. She could see the beginnings of a bump in the mirror. Loki’s clothes fit him like a glove. Like a perfectly tailored, bespoke “look at me I am so fucking handsome” glove, Alexis groused to herself, tugging again at the neckline.

“Do you always fidget so much?” Loki questioned as they walked towards the entrance of the restaurant Tony made reservations at for them.

“No. None of my clothes aren’t fitting right. My bump is starting to show.”

“Have JARVIS order you some new ones.” Loki commented back. He held the door open for her. He didn’t think the dress was fitting Alexis poorly. Quite the contrary, as the low neckline highlighted her breasts in a manner Loki found rather stimulating. He particularly enjoyed the tiny stomach bump developing on her.

“Two, under the name Stark.” Loki wrapped his arm around Alexis’s waist as the bartender smiled at them from across the entrance. His grip tightened as a spark of jealousy hit him.

The maitre’d nodded and led them to a cozy table off to the side, and thankfully for Loki, out of the eyeline of the bar.

The server came by and asked for drink orders.

“Scotch neat.”

Alexis’s face dropped. “Just water, please.” A glass of wine sounded tempting right now.

The server nodded and moved away, but Loki grabbed his arm. “On second thought, water and Diet Coke for me.”

The server changed the order and stepped away. Alexis squirmed in her seat. “You didn’t need to do that on my account. I’m an adult and so are you. You can drink if you want.”

The server returned with the drinks and left to give them more time with the menus. Loki pushed the Diet Coke in front of Alexis. “A peace offering. If you can try, so can I.”

Alexis took a long draw of the soda and hummed. “Thank you, Loki.”

“My pleasure.” The server returned, ready to take their order.

“What would you recommend?” she asked.

“The tuna tartare is popular.” The server gestured to the menu. Loki coughed and raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t like anything raw.” Alexis lied. Sushi was one of her favorites. “Anything else?”

She settled on a seasonal risotto while Loki ordered a steak, medium rare. Once the server left, the two of them carried on a polite conversation until their bread service and entrees arrived. Alexis noticed as she ate, a blonde woman sneaking glances at their table.

“Loki, do you know her?”

He turned around to glance and shrugged his shoulders. “She looks vaguely familiar, but I can’t recall. I’ve met many people in my last year here.”

“LOKI!” The woman was now at their table. Alexis wasn’t entirely sure what was preventing the woman’s boobs from slipping out of her dress.

Loki narrowed his eyes. “Hello, um…”

“Ashlyn! You silly.” She slapped Loki’s shoulder. “You would think a god would have a better memory?”

“You would, wouldn’t you?” Alexis leaned forward on her hands, mocking Ashlyn.

Ashlyn turned to Loki, oblivious to Alexis, although Loki glared at her across the table. “I am so sorry, Ashlyn. I shall endeavor to do better.” He flashed her a smile.

“I can’t believe you never called me after our last date, and now I find you here out with another woman!”

“Oh, we aren’t dating!” Loki and Alexis responded simultaneously.

“She’s a friend.” Loki added.

“From work.” Alexis chimed in.

“Well then,” Ashlyn reached across and grabbed a spare cocktail napkin, she scribbled on it, leaning over the table to ensure Loki receive an eyeful of her ample cleavage. “Call me sometime.” Ashlyn tucked the napkin into Loki’s shirt pocket before walking off.

Alexis’s gaze followed Ashlyn until the blonde sat back down at her table.

“I’m surprised you didn’t drag her into the bathroom right in front of me.” Alexis sniped.

Loki scowled at her. “I am not that crass. And if I recall, you pulled me into that bathroom.”

Alexis sneered as she pushed her half eaten risotto away, no longer hungry. Loki frowned. “You need to eat.”

“My stomach doesn’t feel so good. I’m not feeling well.” Sure as shit, she wasn’t feeling well. She realized they weren’t beholden’d to each other and hell she even gave him permission to date. But Alexis never imagined it would sting this much.

“Then we should return home at once.” Loki signaled for the check, oblivious to the true reasons for Alexis’s upset stomach.

Tony was waiting for them in the common room, clearly wanting all the juicy gossip. Loki wrapped his arm around Alexis as they walked through.

“Look at the two of you!” Tony called out, scaring the shit out of Alexis.

“Does everyone around here just lurk in corners?” She clasped her hand on her chest.

“Not now, Stark. Alexis isn’t feeling well.” Loki snapped, not stopping.

Tony shuffled to follow them, cutting them off at the hallway entrance. “Just answer one question, was there a love connection?”

“Oh, there definitely was.” Alexis grumbled. Tony did a little fist pump. “Loki snagged a date with Ashlyn, the real life blow-up doll.”

“I beg your pardon?” Loki’s head at her and he removed his arm.

“Come on! She practically shoved her tits in your face, Loki. With me sitting there.”

“I’m going to bed.” Tony muttered and hightailed it out of the line of fire.

“You said you didn’t care.” Loki countered.

“And I don’t!” Alexis moaned, lying to herself and to Loki. She was getting a headache. “I don’t.” She took a deep breath. “I just don’t need it happening right in front of me, okay?”

Loki shoved his hands in his pants pockets. “Apologies. I hadn’t considered…”

“Spare the apologies, Loki.” She moved away from him. “I’m going to bed.” She walked away at a brisk pace.

When Loki got there, he peeked into her room, but she was already under the covers, eyes closed.

Loki avoided Alexis for the next week. They exchanged little more than pleasantries in the morning and evening. Alexis spent more of her evenings in her office on the 5th floor rather in the apartment with Loki. She didn’t go anywhere. Loki insisted it wasn’t safe, now that she was showing. The walls were closing in and Alexis was going stir crazy.

One evening, Alexis was lying on the couch watching TV when Loki came out of his room dressed in a black suit.

“Going on your date?” Her tone sharp and words pointed. “Give Blow Up Barbie my best.”

“You said you didn’t want to know. But yes, I am meeting Ashlynn tonight.” He tightened his tie. He didn’t really want to go, but Ashlynn didn’t stop calling until he gave a firm date.

“I don’t. Just curious whether to make an entire pot of coffee in the morning or not? Should I expect you home tonight?”

“I wouldn’t bother.” Loki adjusted his cufflinks. “Enjoy your show.”

“Use protection!” She yelled after him.

Loki smiled as he shut the door behind him. Alexis tried to focus on her show, but couldn’t. She couldn’t pinpoint why this date bothered her so much. Alexis harbored no romantic feelings for Loki. She barely got through a conversation without insulting him.

“Fuck it.” She grabbed her phone. “And fuck him.”

“Hannah? Yeah. Can you come pick me up at Avengers Tower?”

“Warden letting you out on good behavior?” Hannah giggled. She enjoyed joking about Alexis being held captive.

“More like a prison break.”

“Did you want to grab dinner or something?”

“How about dancing? Somewhere loud and slightly crazy.” Alexis stood and went to her closet, selecting a skintight electric blue dress. It would highlight her newfound curves.

“Are you sure? What about Loki?” Hannah questioned.

“When the cat’s away… He is out. On a date. Get me back here before morning and he will never know.”

“Devious. I’m in.”

“Twenty minutes, Hannah. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

She dressed and fixed her hair before slipping on a pair of high heels. A quick glance down the hallway and Alexis slinked towards the elevator.

“Loki takes the service elevator when he skulks out at night.” Clint stepped out of the shadows. “I see he didn’t share his trade secrets with you.”

Alexis jumped a bit but regained her composure. “Jesus Christ. Between you and Tony… I’m not skulking. Just meeting a friend.”

“Fancy dress for a friend.”

“Nosy question for a man who crawls through the vents.” Alexis narrowed her eyes at Clint.

“Just an observation. Have a good evening.” Clint nodded and disappeared into the shadows of the night.

Hannah was waiting outside when she made her way outside.

“I worried you got caught.”

“Just a bird in the vents distracting me. Have faith in me. Now… let’s party.”

Hannah hooked her arm with Alexis and they took off down the sidewalk.

Loki’s mind wandered as Ashlynn droned on about her number of Instagram followers. Social media did not interest Loki. Not even a bit. He remembered why he “forgot” to call Ashlyn back the first time. While she may be nice to look at, it was all style and no substance. Blow Up Barbie was an apt name, Loki mused. He chuckled at Alexis’s joke as he replayed it in his mind.

“What so funny, Loki?” Ashlyn questioned as they walked out of the restaurant.

“What?” He turned to her in shock. “Oh, just something someone told me earlier.” He brushed it off.

“A joke?” Ashlyn perked up. She hopped and her boobs bounced in a way boobs shouldn’t. Loki had said little that night. “Tell me.”

“You won’t enjoy it.” Loki deflected. “It is rather offensive.” He smiled again, thinking about many of Alexis’s off-color jokes. He often found it hard to not laugh.

“Fine.” Ashlyn pouted. “Let’s go back to my place.” She tugged him in the opposite direction of the Tower.

Loki sighed. “I think I should head home.” He feigned a yawn. “I am tired and I have an early meeting tomorrow.”

Ashlyn frowned at him. “On a Sunday?”

Loki coughed. “An Avenger never has a day off.” He was failing at ending this date. Loki wondered if Alexis would still be up.

“Really, because you always said—” Ashlyn’s comment interrupted by Loki’s cell phone.

He frowned when he saw Alexis’s number on the screen. He answered the call.

“I told you not to wait—” He snapped into the phone, even though moments ago he was ready to call it a night.

“It’s Alexis’s friend, Hannah. You don’t know me, but—”

“What happened? Where are you? Where’s Alexis?” Loki snapped. Ashlyn leaned in to listen to the conversation. Loki turned his back to her.

“We’re at the police station. Can you come bail her out?”

Loki paled. “Give me the address.”

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ablogcalledrevenge · 4 years

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Never Really Over

(a Gabriel O’Malley x Reader Insert Multi-Chapter Fic, Rated M)

Chapter Four

You carefully open the door to your Zayde’s house, balancing a tray of roasted vegetables in your arms. Toeing off your shoes, you head towards the kitchen, calling out your hellos. You’re practically vibrating with excitement, you have big news to tell them.

“Bubbeleh hello! Let me take that.” Your Bubbe says, kissing your cheek and taking your dish from you. Ever since you were a little girl, Saturday nights were for dinner at your Bubbe’s house with everyone. Even after you moved out of your parent’s house, you still came like clockwork every week.

“So how’s work?” She asks, checking on the brisket. It smells amazing and your stomach rumbles in response. Maybe it’s unfair; but you didn’t get your grandma’s, or your mother’s, gift for cooking. No, that had passed over to your sister. You certainly got their appetite though.

“Work’s good, nothing too crazy but I have super exciting news. Where’s mom?” You say, searching through the drawers for a corkscrew. You’ve worked at the bank for almost three years now, and you enjoy being a teller. It’s not the most glamorous job, or the most challenging, but it keeps you busy and you get to work with your uncle and cousin. If the bank also happens to help launder money and hide suspicious checks, well, that’s just a coincidence. At your sound of triumph, both your mother and Mrs. Petrillo enter the kitchen.

“What exciting news?” Your mom asks, grabbing wine glasses for everyone. You give each woman a hug, complimenting Mrs. P on her perm.

You help the women bring the food out to the dining room, talking as you go. There’s a lot more food than normal which makes sense when you see the Godfather and his wife sitting at the table next to your father and Zayde. Despite it being Zayde’s house, the Don sits at the head of the table. He always sits at the head of the table. More people are coming in through the door yelling hellos and giving kisses.

“Well today was a pretty quiet day, no big deposits or anything and then the craziest thing happened. Who should walk up to my window but Al Pacino! Al Pacino!! Can you believe it? He needed change to get lunch at the deli next door. He was super nice too, and we just started talking because the bank was basically empty.” You gush as you place drinks on the table.

“Oh I just love him, he’s so handsome.” Mrs. Petrillo adds as more people come to the table.

“Yeah, but he’s so short.” Tony pipes up, opening a beer. You shoot him a glare; he’s 5’6 so he has no room to talk.

“He’s not that short, he’s taller than you! And even so, who cares? I’m shorter than him and he’s a talented actor.” You shoot back as Gabriel joins him at the table. You don’t acknowledge him even though he says hello. Ever since the incident at the beach, you’ve been avoiding Gabe. It doesn’t help that your dreams for the past week have been of him and only him, replaying the way your bodies moved together in your Cadillac. You grip your wine glass tightly and push those feelings down.

“So what happened next? What did you talk about?” Your Bubbe asks you as everyone sits down to eat. Even though it’s your family’s house, no one starts to eat until the Godfather does, then the sound of scraping silverware and clinking glasses fills the air.

“Well we were just talking about nothing really. Chatting about movies that were coming out and the like when he asked me out to dinner. Can you believe it? Al Pacino, the actor, asked me out on a date! We’re going to Dan Tana’s! Like how fancy, right?” You continue, taking a sip of wine. Everyone around you oohs and awws appropriately and you beam.

“I like that,” The Godfather says, wiping at his mouth, “he’s a nice Italian boy. He makes good money.” Zayde shrugs and eats another piece of brisket.

“Eh, let’s see what happens. One date doesn’t equal marriage. Just because he played a gangster doesn’t mean he’d be good for our little shaina maideleh.” He says, pointing his fork at you and moving it around in a playful way.

“Don’t worry Zayde, it’s just one date. Hopefully it’ll become more, he’s so handsome in person, but this is just a date.” You reassure him and the conversations around you continue and shift as people eat.

Ben and Lisa are back from their honeymoon, apparently she got beautiful color in Miami. Your sister is in the process of moving out of your parent’s house so she’s stressed about it. Thankfully she has a roommate to split costs with but you feel bad that she’s going through a rough patch. Moving out is never easy, both in the physical and emotional sense. Mrs. Petrillo brings up her perm. All in all, it’s a very normal dinner.

Everyone has just about finished dinner, you’re pleased to see your roasted vegetables are gone, when Gabriel suddenly speaks. He spoke very little during dinner, polite as always, but quiet.

“You can’t go out with him!” He tells you, his beer bottle thudding down on the table. There’s an awkward silence as everyone tries to figure out what he’s referring to. When you realize he’s talking about your date, you purse your lips.

“Says who? We’re both adults and he asked me out.” You reply breezily, eyes narrowing. Gabriel flushes a little when he realizes everyone is watching you but he carries on.

“He’s so much older than you. Like that’s a little weird right? He’s famous, like he could have anybody! Why’s he asking out a bank teller? What if he’s using you for a good time?” Gabe rushes out looking almost panicked. It’s actually a little unsettling, you’ve never seen him like this before. But his insult stings and your father glares at him from across the table. Still, no one speaks up for you. They know you’re capable of handling this yourself.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? What, just because I’m not Jane Fonda, suddenly I’m not good enough for a Hollywood actor? Screw you, I’m wonderful! He thought I was nice and pretty and he asked me out! His age has nothing to do with and he’s not that much older than me. You have no say over whether or not I go out with anybody. It’s just a date and I’m going to go on it.”

“I’m just saying, it seems a little weird. I don’t want to see you get hurt but some Hollywood asshole.” Gabe mumbles out, looking embarrassed.

“Oh bullshit! You’re just upset because you realized I’m not waiting around for you. You left me and just because you’ve come back with your tail between your legs doesn’t mean I’m going to open mine.” The again goes unspoken. “You don’t own me Gabe, I can do whatever I want!” You scoff, pushing away from the table. Before you leave the dining room, you lean across the wood table into his face.

“I’m going to fuck Al Pacino and there’s nothing you can do about it.” With that, you leave the room, absolutely furious.

“Oh patatino, that was not the right thing to do.” Mrs. Petrillo sighs out. Zayde shakes his head and Gabriel just lays his head on the table.

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He’s been parked outside the restaurant for 20 minutes, just chain smoking and watching people enter and leave the little Italian restaurant. He saw you walk in with Pacino, arms linked together. Pacino looked good and you looked beautiful. He wondered if you still wore the same perfume you used to for date nights. You weren’t wearing it at the wedding and Gabe wondered if you stopped wearing it all together. He liked the scent.

Gabe rubs at his eyes and sighs. What the fuck is he doing? He’s waiting outside the restaurant like a creep and a loser. He doesn’t think anything bad is going to happen to you, but some pathetic little part of him wants to be there in case Pacino is a jerk. Gabe wants to rush into the restaurant and sweep you into his arms and save the day. It’s really mean and selfish, but he’s been trying to come up with a reason to break up your date this whole time. He could rush in, say that he saw you being followed and take you home to hide. He could say that your Bubbe needed you for some kind of cooking emergency. Gabe snorts and flicks some ash off his cigarette. That one probably wouldn’t work considering how shit you were at cooking. It was one of the many things he loved about you.

He looks back at the door, laughter pouring out as a couple opens the door. It makes his insides twist with jealousy. He imagines you’re snuggled into a booth with Pacino, drinking wine and talking. It’s fairly ridiculous but he can’t help but picture the two of you sharing spaghetti like in Lady and the Tramp. He knows he has no claim over you, he knows he’s the one who messed up. But the additional image of him striding in there and punching the actor in the face makes him feel too good. Which kind of stinks, because he likes Pacino. He liked him in that bank heist movie.

He’s contemplating just starting the car and going back to Mrs. Petrillo’s house when someone knocks on his window. He rolls it down to reveal Benjamin, your cousin back from his honeymoon. The smile Gabe was sporting at him quickly slides away when he sees the pale color of Ben’s face.

“Ben? What happened? Are you okay?” He asks, opening his door and stepping out of the car. Ben sets his mouth in a grim line.

“We knew (Y/N) was on a date but we couldn’t find you and then Tony mentioned that you were stalking her date like an asshole so I came to find you,” Ben coughs out, like he’s been running, like he’s out of breath, “It’s Zayde.”

Gabe grabs Ben by the shoulders like a lifeline. So many horrible things flash into his brain.

“What happened? Is he okay? I know those Chinese gangs have been getting bigger, did they…” He sputters out as Ben shakes his head.

“It’s not that. He had a heart attack. He’s in the hospital. He’s okay for right now, but it might not stay that way. It took awhile to get him stable. You should relax and head over, I’ll get (Y/N).” Ben explains and Gabe doesn’t relax, he can’t relax, but he does let go off his friend’s shoulders.

“No, let me do it. She’s going to get mad and upset and I’d rather her feel that way towards me than you. You go, we’ll meet you there. Thanks for finding me Ben.” Gabe says resolutely, shaking his head. Ben nods and walks back to his car, lurching away from the sidewalk and speeding away. Gabe sighs again and heads towards the restaurant.

He opens the door, smoke and music and small talk pounding in his ear drums. It’s a nice place, dark and intimate with brick walls and cozy booths. Maybe in a different life where he didn’t screw up, he could’ve taken you here. A pretty blonde at the maitre’d station asks him if he has a reservation but he shakes his head, walking past without a glance. She calls after him but the only thing he hears is his heartbeat.

He sees you before you see him and you look so beautiful. Shit, he feels like a schmuck bothering you like this. Your head is thrown back in a laugh and your cheeks have turned light pink from the wine on the table. Waiters brush his shoulders carrying steaming plates of pasta and veal and he hates what he’s about to do. Then you see him as he approaches the table and it’s like every good thought inside you disappears. First you’re shocked, mouth open in a little ‘O’ shape, then it morphs into anger. Which, considering what he’s done, is fair.

“Gabe! What the fuck are you doing here? I can’t believe you would show your face… what’s wrong?” You start, foaming at the mouth. But then you see the tremor in his hands and the expression on his face and you stop.

He opens his mouth and closes it, unable to ruin your night. Even Pacino looks concerned. You get up and grab his shoulders like he did to Ben. You shake Gabe and the words come.

“It’s Zayde. He’s in the hospital. He had a heart attack. He wants to see you.” He forces out and the lovely pink flush you had instantly vanishes. Your hands squeeze painfully at his shoulders and he wonders if you even realize you’ve done it.

You nod and grab your bag, opening it and throwing down some bills. Pacino gets up, probably to go with you, but you shake your head. Gabe steps back and decides to wait by the door. He feels like the worst human being on the planet. There he was, sitting in his car, wishing he had a reason to end your date. Now that he has it, he wishes that the earth would open up and swallow him instead.

You meet him at the front door, looking pained but you’re not crying or anything. He opens his mouth to ask about Pacino but you shake your head, grabbing his wrist and pulling him out the door towards his car. You don’t say a word as he starts the car and takes you to the hospital. You don’t say anything as he weaves through traffic, going faster than the speed limit. At least you weren’t stopped by cops or anything, though Gabe was prepared to point his gun right in their face if any tried.

He wants to tell you how amazing you look, the neon signs bouncing off your skin and settling in the hollow between your breasts. It’s not the right time though, your face is tight and your hands are bunched up in your lap.

It was a nice hospital and they let you in with no problem. There were guys at the door of Zayde’s room and that calms the both of you down. Most people wouldn’t go after a consigliere, but being alone in a hospital was still risky.

It’s quiet in the room, nothing but the sound of steady beeping and light breathing. Bubbe is in the room, as well as your dad, but your eyes go straight to the hospital bed where Zayde lays. You track him and Gabe tracks you. Your grandpa’s awake and breathing steady but the amount of wires and tubes going around him and inside him is unsettling.

“There’s my shaina.” Zayde says hoarsely and that’s when Gabe sees you cry. You rush over to the bed and fling your arms around your grandfather. Bubbe starts up to stop you, afraid for the wires maybe, but your father stops her. Zayde gives a weak chuckle and pets your head, making shushing sounds.

“Oh Zayde, what happened? How are you feeling? I was so scared in the car. I came as soon as I could. Zayde, I’m so glad you’re okay!” You cry, practically getting onto the bed. He wipes away your tears and shakes his head.

“Relax shaina, I’m alright. I’m old and I had a heart attack. Too many pieces of pie and not enough running after you. The doctors say that as long as I’m careful about what I eat, I should be fine. I know you were scared, but I’m okay now. They just want to keep me overnight.” He says and you nod slowly. Gabe lets out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Sure, Zayde wasn’t related to him, but he loved the crazy old man. He would’ve been devastated if he lost him. But you, Gabe didn’t even want to think about how you’d react. He was glad he got to avoid it now.

Zayde looks up and sees him, standing awkwardly in the corner. He looks confused and then he swivels his head back to you.

“Did you leave your date? You didn’t have to do that. I thought I was gonna meet Pacino!” He says, in what would be a pout in a less scary man.

“I did but it’s okay. I wanted to see you. I’ll call Al later and explain everything. You should focus on getting better.” You kiss his cheek and Gabe smiles at the little tableau in front of him. You get off the bed and go over to your dad and Bubbe, speaking quietly. Zayde turns his gaze to Gabriel and he swallows dryly.

“I’d like to talk to Gabriel alone. Everyone out.” He says, eyes only on Gabe. Everyone grumbles a bit, but with a wave of Zayde’s hand, they all leave. Approaching his consigliere’s bedside, Gabe gives a tight smile. A hand extends to him and he takes it gladly.

“Thank you for bringing her here. I appreciate it. You’re a good boy Gabey. I’ve always thought that. Take care of her.” Zayde whispers, forcing Gabe to lean in a little.

“I will Zayde, you know how I feel about her.” There’s nothing more to say. The older man nods and pats Gabe’s hand before turning back to his family.

“Alright, so tell me everything about this date? How was the veal?” He booms out, face bright and open.

You give a watery chuckle quickly launch into a story about your date and Gabe decides to leave and give you privacy. He doesn’t want to hear about how amazing Pacino is, not when his heart practically broke seeing you cry. He’s already intruded enough in your life.

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About an hour later, your grandpa is sleeping peacefully and your dad has gone home. There’s a payphone in the hallway and you call Al, letting him know what’s going on. He’s surprisingly sweet about it and you make plans to see each other in a few days. He’s a nice guy, but not the one you want to be with right now. You find Gabe outside, sitting on the floor next to a vending machine. He’s not smoking but you can tell he wants to. The hospital lights wash him out but you still think he looks handsome. Grabbing your skirt, you sit down next to him.

“Thanks for bringing me here. Thanks for letting me know.” You whisper, when the silence between you gets too heavy. Gabe shakes his head.

“I shouldn’t have though; I shoulda just left you to your date. You looked like you were having a really good time. I ruined your night out.” He admits with a grimace. You rest your head on his shoulder. He’s bony but you don’t mind. You never did.

“No, I’m glad you did. I would’ve hated to not know. What if something happened and Zayde got worse? I woulda been drunk with Pacino while my grandpa was… well it doesn’t matter because he’s fine. But I’m glad you told me.” You say, feeling a strange mix of emotions welling up inside your chest. You’re relieved that Zayde is okay, but you were so scared and some of that fear is still in you, skating up your spine and to the tips of your fingers. You also can’t help but be annoyed because you were having a really nice time on your date and now you didn’t know if you’d have another chance. Then you feel unbelievably shitty and guilty for thinking that when your grandpa was in the hospital.

“There'll be other chances to go out with Al Pacino.” You admit with finality. Gabe shrugs his shoulders under your head.

“He’d be an asshole to say no to you. You’re amazing (Y/N). Fuck, you’re the best girl around. Any guy would be lucky to have you. Trust me, I know.” There’s a note of bitterness and resignation in his voice and you lift your head. He’s been crying too, his eyes red.

Your hand comes up to pet lightly at his cheek and you give a small smile. Leaning forward you kiss him softly. It feels like opening the door to a warm apartment on a cold winter’s day. It feels like the first ray of sun after a week of pouring rain. It feels like coming home. The kiss is simple and short but it was the first time you’d done that since Gabe left. All of your fear and sadness leaves you in those brief moments and the anger you had at Gabe, the hurt over his leaving faded away like fog. Things weren’t back to the way they were, but life was so short. The thought was cliche, you knew this, but you also wanted him more than you wanted pride. Maybe it was pathetic and stupid but you still loved Gabriel and you had never stopped. It was clear you needed him but also, he needed you. Pulling away, you bite your lip. He looks like he was just hit over the head and you giggle a little at how ridiculous your life is, before getting up.

“Take me home?” You ask, holding out your hand for him to take and he nods, brushing off his slacks and walking out of the hospital, hand in hand with you. You imagine a little gold ball of light and warmth growing in between your palms and spreading up your arms to fill you with happiness. You glance at Gabe under the dark night sky, streetlights bouncing off his hair. He smiles and you think he feels it too.

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Phantom Pain (28)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - Bucky X Reader

WARNINGS - Bad Habits and Rough Sex, Angsty and Dark AF.

DESCRIPTION - Everybody in the world knew of you, but not who you really were. Some called you a vigilante, some called you a criminal and some called you a hero but all of them called you The Phantom.

Only two people knew your real identity and they swore to never tell anyone but when The Avengers need to infiltrate a high-security facility, Bruce Banner deduces that you’re the only one who can pull it off. That decision puts you and Bucky Barnes on a path you can’t turn back from, even if neither of like where it’s leading.

Series Masterlist

Chapter Twenty-Eight - A Dangerous Distraction

If Bucky Barnes ever got tired of being an Avenger, he would make a great fashion guru you decided as you unzipped the garment bag that had been messengered to you. The knee length dress was in your usual style and a shade of navy blue that worked perfectly with your skin tone. As beautiful as it was, you were more interested in what was in the box that had been delivered with it.

Twenty minutes later you stepped out of the lobby of the building to see him waiting by a sleek, modern but modest car. His eyes lit up when he saw you and he looked you up and down, admiring the way the dress clung to your shape.

“You wore it.” He said in approval as he came over to offer you his arm.

“Obviously. Why did you send it if you didn’t think I was going to wear it?” You laughed.

“I wanted you to have an option of something other than your work clothes. It was a suggestion, not a demand.” He explained, opening the car door for you and helping you inside.

“Are you wearing the rest of it?” He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

You smirked at him and deliberately exposed your thigh as you slid your legs into the car, flashing him an excellent view of the stockings and suspenders under the dress. His eyes went dark and he looked at you much the same way you imagined the wolf looked at little red riding hood before it tried to devour her.

The difference between you and little red was that you knew the pleasure in submitting to the wolf.

Bucky shook his head to clear his mind and closed the passenger door and hurried around to the driver’s side, sliding into the car and starting the engine.

“Do I have to wear an earpiece tonight?” You joked.

“Maybe next time.” He joked back as he manoeuvred the car into the traffic.

“So, what did Tony say about the blood?” You asked.

“It wasn’t human. Can we discuss this tomorrow?” He asked, pleading with his eyes and you nodded.

“Ok. What have I missed at the compound?” You asked, deftly changing the subject.

“West has more or less adopted Vision and Wanda, Frank threw up a hairball in a pair of Tony’s shoes and Sam got to close to one of Banners experiments and singed his eyebrows off.” He told you, looking especially pleased about the last one.

“Poor Sam.” You said, frowning.

“The idiot stuck his face right up to it, and they’ll grow back.” Bucky snorted.

His eyes kept darting towards your thighs and you felt a giddy excitement and having discovered one of Bucky’s kinks. You smoothly crossed your legs, letting the dress ride up and reveal the top of your stockings.

“Domniţă…” He warned.

“Yes Sarge?” You asked innocently.

“I’m driving.” He growled.

“So keep your eyes on the road.” You suggested sweetly, ‘accidentally’ pulling the dress up an inch higher.

“You know that I care about you, don’t you?” he asked.

“I know.” You said softly, knowing how true it was.

“Good, because tonight when I get you home, I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.” He vowed, seamlessly sliding into the valet parking space outside the restaurant.

He got out of the car and waved off the valet who was hurrying to open your door so he could do it himself. As he helped you out of the car he yanked you closer.

“And you’re going to be wearing that lingerie and heels when I do.” He growled in your ear.

Your legs were shaky as he escorted you into the restaurant and you were visibly flushed.

“Are you alright sweetheart?” He asked in faux concerns, a distinctive mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Fine. Perfectly fine.” You snapped at him and the bastard laughed at you.

“Sure you are.” He said, wrapping his arm around your waist as a waiter led you to a table and it was only then you looked around.

It was a nice place but not overly fancy. It was the sort of place that took pride in their food but didn’t serve obnoxiously over priced tiny portions. It was well lit but cosy and the table you were seated at was in a private corner.

The waiter tried to pull out a chair for you but it was the one with the back to the wall and you knew that Bucky would want that one so you sat in the other and stifled a laugh as the waiter tried to save face by holding the chair out for Bucky instead.

“Would you like to see the wine menu?” The waiter asked.

Bucky shook his head and ordered your favourite drink for you and water for himself.

“You’ve either been stalking me or you asked West what I drank.” You noted aloud and he wisely didn’t answer.

“So, take a lot of dames here?” You asked casually as you perused the menu.

“No.” he answered flatly, raising an eyebrow at you over his own menu.

“Sounds fake but ok.” You said and he glared at you.

You jumped as something brushed your ankle and he smirked as he read the menu. Two could play at that game you decided and striking quickly, before he could stop you, you crossed your legs under the table, grazing the sharp point of your heel along his calf as you did. You heard his breath audibly hitch and smiled victoriously.

“Do you know what you want to eat?” You asked him, pretending there wasn’t an intense game of footsie going on under the table.

“Yes. I do.” He answered, not taking his eyes of off you as the waiter returned with your drinks.

“Are you ready to order or would you like a few more moments?” The waiter asked.

“He can order for me.” You said, passing your menu over.

Bucky accepted the unspoken challenge and ratted off the perfect order, substituting the ingredients you didn’t like for the ones you did and adding an extra side.

“So, you are stalking me.” You deduced.

“I pay attention. Training. I notice little details, like what things you have in your kitchen cupboards. I can’t switch it off.” He said.

You knew what he wasn’t saying. That everything Hydra had done to him and put in his head affected him in even the smallest of ways and changed the way he saw the world.

“Look at you, taking all that dangerous training and putting it to good use every damn day. I don’t think anybody would have blamed you if you disappeared forever, retiring to a calm and peaceful life but you didn’t. Every time someone needs you, you march right back into the fight.” You said, admiration pouring from your words.

“I am what I am, I can’t change it, I can’t fight it.” He said regretfully.

“If that were true you’d be the bad guy but you’re not. You’re a hero. Hydra made you into something and you did fight it, you became something else entirely.” You told him; your tone almost harsh as you tried to make him hear what you were saying.

He looked taken aback and he was. He knew what he was and he knew that while he wanted you, he probably didn’t deserve you, but he hoped in time he could change that. Judging from the way you were looking at him, you didn’t quite agree. You were looking at him the way people usually looked at Steve, like he was heroic and brave, deserving of admiration.

It was like you were looking right through him and seeing the man he wanted to be, not the man he saw himself as. It was the same way you’d looked at him the first time you saw his scars. Seeing that look in your eyes made his chest swell with pride and he almost believed he could be that man. You were the smartest person he knew and if you thought that highly of him then it must be true.

He was so lost in the moment, so transfixed by you that he almost didn’t react in time but his instincts kicked in and one moment he was across the table from you and the next he was diving for you, colliding with your body and sending you both sprawling to the floor.

You looked across the room in shock at the bullet embedded in the wall and knew, from the angle of it that if Bucky hadn’t have tackled you then that bullet would have been imbedded in your skull instead.

“Stay down. Have you got your knife?” He asked and you nodded.

He looked up at the now broken window and quickly calculated the best course of action. He dragged you to your feet and quickly pushed you into a corner, out of sight of the window.

“Stay here.” He said, pulling out a gun.

“You’re not going out there alone!” You snapped.

“You’re Miss King, not The Phantom. Stay here.” He ordered.

“No!” You protested.

He growled lowly at you and you were pressed into the wall as he kissed you, his teeth clashing against yours.

“Stay. Here.” You commanded and then he was gone.

You made a low noise of frustration and looked around the restaurant.

“You, is there a walk-in freezer in the back?” You snapped at a waiter and he nodded.

“Alright, everybody calmly and quickly make their way to the freezer and lock yourselves in and call the police. Stay low.” You called loudly.

“NOW!” You yelled and they all hurriedly obeyed.

You stayed in the dining room. If whoever had shot at you got past Bucky and came for you, they would be more likely to avoid hurting anyone else if they didn’t have to through them to get to you. You pulled your phone out of your clutch bag after crawling across the floor to it and sent a text to Tony and Steve, telling them what had happened.

You were frantic with worry at Bucky and angry that he had forced you to stay behind. It wasn’t as if you were a civilian, you were The Phantom.

Which made you wonder about something. Picking up a discarded steak knife you peered out of the window to check the coast was clear before digging the bullet out of the wall. It was a normal bullet, meaning whoever had just tried to kill you didn’t know who you were.

You hoped it was just a normal assassination, a weird thought to have. But it was most likely the other Phantom, the one who had threatened you only earlier that day.

A gunshot echoed not too far in the distance and you jumped as your heart started thundering in your chest. You had just decided that you weren’t going to sit around and wait for Bucky to handle it when someone phased right through the wall in front of you.

You gaped in shock at the tall, hooded figure as they raided their right arms and aimed their gun at you. You instinctively tried to go intangible, but it didn’t work and you internally swore as you remembered the Vibranium knife strapped to your thigh. You dove to the side, sliding behind an over turned table, narrowly avoiding the shot.

“Whoever you are, there’s something you should know….” You called.

You didn’t wait another second, knowing people never expected an attack mid conversation and stood up, flinging the knife at your attacker. It hit them in the shoulder and you leapt over the table as they grunted in pain, running for them you ducked under their right arm and grabbed it, holding it away from you as you brought your knee up and slammed it into their ribs.

They made a pained noise and headbutted you. You responded by wrapping your arm around their right one and twisted and yanked at the same time, hearing the satisfying pop as you dislocated their shoulder.

“Take that Casper the unfriendly ghost.” You hissed, stamping your heel into their foot and twisting your body while keeping hold off them and throwing them over your shoulder and onto the ground.

Bucky burst through the door of the restaurant in time to see you stamp your foot down on the blade still embedded in the other phantoms shoulder, driving it further in.

“Next time, don’t bother leaving me behind.” You told him smugly.

“Next time we’re attacked, I’m hiding behind you doll.” He remarked.

The other Phantom made a noise of disgust at the flirting and Bucky raised his gun to shoot them but they rolled out of the way, accidentally knocking the knife free in the process. You dove for them but they phased straight through the floor, dropping out of sight. You were about to follow when Bucky shouted your name and you looked at him.

“You have an advantage, don’t give It up.” He said.

“So I let them go??”

“You’ll be alone and unarmed. Pick your battles. They’ll be back and we’ll be ready next time.” He said placatingly coming over to you.

He reached out and grasped your chin, tilting your head back and as the adrenaline wore off your cheek started throbbing where you’d been headbutted.

“That’s going to bruise.” He informed you.

“You should see the other guy.” You quipped and he shook his head fondly at you.

He leaned in to kiss you, but you pulled back.

“You shouldn’t have made me stay behind.” You told him.

His eyes were heavy with emotion and regret.

“I know but I was scared. You were almost shot and I panicked. All I could think about was making sure you were safe and if you had come with me I would have been distracted. I didn’t ask you to stay because I thought you were incapable but because I knew if you were there, I would be.” He explained.

You visibly softened at his reasoning, touched by his admission.

“Ok.” You whispered.

“Does that mean I’m forgiven?” He asked and you nodded.

“Then can I kiss you now?”

“I wish you would.” You said and wrapped your arms around him as he kissed you tenderly, savouring you.

“Did you guys call me here because you wrecked a restaurant with your sexcapades?” Tony demanded from behind you as he arrived, clad in the Iron Suit.

You and Bucky flipped him off simultaneously without breaking the kiss and Tony laughed.

“The Other Phantom attacked.” You informed him, pulling away.

“And she kicked his ass and he fled with his tail between his legs.” Bucky said proudly.

“Oh, there are a bunch pf people locked in the freezer.” You remembered as you heard the police sirens.

“Quick, lets get our stories straight. Miss King was attacked by an old adversary of her father and Barnes acted as her bodyguard?” Tony checked.

“That works.” Bucky sighed.

“No, I was attacked while on a date with Bucky.” You decided.

“You’re one secret I don’t want to keep.” You told Bucky.

He smiled softly at you and you smiled back. Tony made a gagging sound and you ignored him as Steve came in, looking around at the damage.

“Are you both ok?” He asked straight away.

“We’re perfect.” Bucky said.

“They’re in lurrrrrrrve.” Tony teased.

“Want to leave Steve and Iron Ass to deal with the clean-up and run away?” You whispered.

“Absolutely.” He agreed.

“Hey no! Get your asses back here!” Tony yelled as Bucky grabbed your hand and the two of you bolted.

He kept a hold of your hand as the two of you fled and when he heard you laughing, he looked back at you, his smile bright and wide as he led you back to the car.

That was the moment it fully hit you.

You were falling in love with Bucky Barnes.

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I'm fully invested in WInterGhost at this point, it's my OTP. I really hope you guys enjoyed reading this chapter half as much as I enjoyed writing it (I enjoyed it a LOT). It's also quite a long chapter so I hope that's ok?

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allthekpopimagines · 6 years

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EXO Reaction - When you apologize first after an argument even when you were right.

Prompt: You and your EXO man have had an argument. It was pretty big enough for you to not talk to each other but after a little while you would apologize to them, but you were right anyways. But we all know that we can’t last very long without a bit of our exo boys.

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Xiumin: Okay so this ball of preciousness would feel bad after the fight. But he knows you would need space. He would spend the whole rest of the day planning how he was going to apologize, he bought you something fancy to wear and he reserved a spot at a very fancy restaurant, the boy even got flowers for you! Then you would show up at his house and you would just hug him and he would be like, Suho that jerk told her! You would be crying and you would apologize and he would be like, “Baby, you didn’t have to apologize. Please don’t apologize. You were actually right.” You would look up at him confused and he would smile and say, “You’re right. I do focus too much on dancing and I need to focus on our dates more. Speaking of which go into my room. Get dressed because we have a reservation in...” He looked at his watch, “20 minutes.” You would kiss him quickly and run into the room to get dressed and head out with your love.

Suho: So this leader would feel terrible because we all know he’s a soft baby and his mood would just be down all day. He would feel bad and he would constantly be messing up on the dances and he would get in trouble for it. But he couldn’t help it. During one of the breaks he would realize that you were right, he would bolt out the door to find you quickly. He ended up running into you and almost knocking you over but he caught you in time. He would just kiss you first and he would pull away and you would say, “I’m sorry. I was wrong.” He would shake his head, “No no no baby, you were completely right. I was just being oblivious to the obvious because of my comeback clouding my mind. I’m sorry.” He would hug you and you would just smile glad to have your babe back in your arms.

Lay: This unicorn would feel bad enough as he would be worked up on his solo stuff so when you said something about that he would go off and you would end up arguing and he would storm out slamming the door and heading to the recording studio not wanting to talk to you at the moment. Then as he was writing he got frustrated realizing that he can’t work when you two are in an argument or you two aren’t talking to each other. He never can. So he rushed home to walk in and see that you were making a romantic dinner, “Baby, what’s all this?” You saw him and he could tell you had been crying, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get mad at you and yell. It’s completely rational that you would be working hard on your solo album.” He would shake his head and hug you while you just hugged him tightly, “I should be the one that’s sorry.”

Baekhyun: (Oh my baby! Gah! I love him! <3) Anyways this puppy would be depressed throughout the day after you two had a fight. He would head to the dance studio and he would try to dance his anger out alone. If people came in he would just stop dancing and either ask them to leave or he would just stop dancing until they left the room. But once he thought about how much time he spends dancing and being with EXO over you he would realize that you were right. Yes, you did make a comment about how much time he would spend with EXO but he had come home from a tour with them and then proceeded to go out drinking with them instead of coming to see his s/o. He would rush home and find you crying in the bed and he would come to you and pull you into a hug and you would apologize about 800 times and he would just keep shaking his head and then he would interrupt you, “Baby, you’re not wrong. I’m wrong. I was being too insensitive. Please forgive me and my mistakes.” You would just cry and hold him.

Chen: (Gah! Bias wrecker! What a stab!) This boy would not be his normal bubbly self if you two had a fight that morning. He would just be very short worded and he wouldn’t voluntarily talk to someone unless they came and talked to them and he would not talk to anyone unless absolutely necessary. He would realize and understand how you would be nervous about his career and he would realize that there was no way that you could not be nervous because he was traveling around everywhere and he would be around a lot of fans that could be scary and try to grab him and he would finally come to his senses and he would show up to your house with flowers and when you opened your door and you saw him you would hug him and say, “I’m sorry. I love you! I didn’t mean it.” He would hand you the flowers and kiss the top of your head, “You’re right. I’m actually glad you worry about me and I’ll be better about contacting you back and calling you and everything else when I’m on tour.”

Chanyeol: This big giant would throw a fit when you fought. You would actually be intimidated because of his height (especially if you’re short like me) and you would start crying in the middle of the fight and it would make him question what he was saying and how you were hurting because of him. He would then stop and ask himself out loud, “Am I really hurting them this much?” then you would wipe away your tears and he would look at you and be like, “You know I love you most. I understand how you could be insecure about my job being around all those girls but don’t worry. My heart belongs to you and it has for as long as I can remember now.” You would shake your head and say, “I’m sorry.” He would pull you into a hug and he would put you on the counter and he would kiss you while holding your sides and he would name everything he loves about you to say he’s sorry.

D.O. : Now this man does get mad a lot but he’s always joking (unless it comes to Baekhyunnie) but he was never seriously angry with you until you two got into this fight about how he’s always going out with the EXO boys and it was hard to get your relationship to be approved in the first place so he should spend more time with you. He would call you over dramatic and how you weren’t thinking right and he would again, go out with the EXO boys. When the EXO boys began to ask about how you were doing with your school studies and how your job was going he wouldn’t have an answer and that’s when he realized that you were right about this whole situation and he would rush home and he would find you and just hug the life out of you and you would explain to him about how you were being over dramatic and he would shake his head and he would kiss your forehead and he would say, “I’m sorry baby. I realized that we did fight hard to get our relationship. I should know more about you and spend more time with you but I don’t, which is rude. I promise I’ll be here more.”

Kai: (another bias wrecker! Ah!) This cute little baby would hate the fact that you two would have a fight. He would probably be close to crying himself. You would just about loose it when a tear rolled down his cheek. You would shake your head and you would hug him and mutter so many apologizes he wouldn’t be able to keep count and he would wipe away the tears you had developed throughout the argument, “Baby, I wasn’t crying because of the fight. I was crying because I realized that you were right and I was realizing how bad of a boyfriend I was being. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you much. I’ll make sure to see you more. I promise.” Then he would kiss the top of your head and just hug you for as long as he could. Ending in cuddling.

Sehun: This young giant would put aside his sassy comments when he saw a tear stream down your cheek after you two had fought and his mood would fall. You would wipe away the tears that would begin to come down and he would just stop and he would run around and he would grab candles and then 2 wine glasses and put them on the table, “What’re you doing?” You would ask him and he would finish and he would begin cooking and he would say, “I’m taking you on a date.” You shake your head and you would say, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” He would stop you right there, “No babe. You are right. I don’t take you out on dates anymore. I’m sorry. I love you and I need to show it more. So go get dressed up all nice and I’ll take you on a date by Mr. Sehun. Sound good?” He would look at you and you would smile at his effort and nod and he would come and kiss your cheek, “I love you.” “I love you too.”

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A/N: Oh my lord I spent an hour writing this. Wow. Well, I really hope you guys enjoyed this reaction by my bias group. I love the EXO boys. They’re my favorite little groups of weirdos. But, regardless, I hope you guys enjoyed this. Our new admin will be posting later this week hopefully. She’s talked to me about an imagine she’s been working on and it sounds amazing. Please look forward to it! Thank you my babies! <3 - Admin M

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ethicallysourcedhumanmeat · 7 years

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Practically Impractical 34

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It’s so quiet in the house with just the two of them. Max was back in the states, Jumin’s car had been leaving as he pulled into the driveway and Saeren had gone out with Yoosung and Zen. With Callie quiet was relative of course, there was still music playing loudly for most of the day, but Callie herself hadn’t had much to say either. Not since she’d broken the news more than a week ago.

He understood of course, the way she kept to herself, the way she spoke in short precise sentences. Jumin hadn’t helped either and he’d suspected that since he hadn’t stayed they were probably still in disagreement. Not that he agreed with her stance on the situation but he understood where she was coming from, the desire to say that she’d done this on her own. There had been something relatable about the way she’d looked at him when he’d spoken in Jumin’s defense.

She’d been asleep on the couch in the living room when he came in, Max’s fuzzy pink blanket pulled up to her chin, and a bottle of water on the table next to her. Unusual for her to nap and he considered texting Jumin to see if she was ok, but he figured he would be informed if he needed to be. He turned down the stereo and eased onto the couch to take advantage of the unusual peace of the afternoon.

The music was loud again when he woke up, the sun was setting, and he could smell something cooking. Callie’s studio was open and he could see her suitcases stacked haphazardly in one corner. The bottle of water on the table was empty. He sat up and stretched, and went to figure out where she’d gotten too.

She meets him at the top of the stairs, her hair in a towel, wearing only a big tank top, under his hoody. She kisses him on the cheek and smiles a big genuine smile. “Have we even gotten a night to ourselves here yet?”

“I imagine Yoosung will follow Saeren home.”

“Apparently there’s a little get together, or it was supposed to be. Now it’s just Yoosung, and Saeren at Zen’s.”

“How did we escape?” he laughs, just glad to see her smiling.

“Jumin agreed that the entire RFA would have lunch tomorrow and I agreed that they could do a stupid sappy send off at the Airport when we leave Tuesday,” she rolls her eyes.

“Oh, he has a name again?” Saeyoung follows her to the kitchen.

She stirs the pot simmering on the back of the stove. “I guess,” she shrugs.

“Which one of you gave in?” he smirks at her.

She grabs him by his collar and kisses him. “How long since it’s just been the two of us, what does it matter.”

“So it was you.” He takes her by the wrists and peppers her fingers with kisses while she laughs, stopping when he gets to the stitches. “What the fuck Callie, did you hit him?”

She pulls her hands away from him. “No, not him.”

“Cal, you definitely hit someone.”

She shrugs. “That stalker T hired was at the restaurant. Please don’t lecture me, Jumin and his Dad were both on me about the lawyer and I drank too much, ate too little and she called me a bad mother, and it just happened.”

“No, no, no,” he laughs. “No lectures here, that’s badass, babe. Did you knock her out?”

She laughs. “Fortunately I didn’t, I’m not sure exactly how bad it was to be honest, I think I kind of blacked out, I dunno, it’s a blur.”

“Wait, you got into a fist fight in a fancy restaurant, in front of Mr. Chairman? Was Jumin mad?”

She shrugs. “It wasn’t so much a fight as she yelled a lot of stuff at me, and I hit her and then she was escorted out of the building and I had a panic attack.”

He laughs. “Either way you’re a badass.”

She throws the towel from her hair at him, and he traps her in a bear hug, kissing her on top of her head before letting her go and going downstairs to change. When he gets back upstairs supper is on the table and she’s already eating, staring at her phone.

“Something interesting happening?” He asks sitting across from her.

“Jaehee was checking on me, I guess she’s at Zen’s now too, and Jumin reminding me to take my pills.”

“And did you?” He asks around a mouth full.

“After we eat,” she frowns.

They finish eating in comfortable silence and clean up together. He pushes her out of the kitchen and does the dishes himself. While he washes he can hear her on the phone, the first call that comes in is obviously Max, he hears her shuffling about, the way she forces herself to be chipper. He can hear the rattle of her pill bag and glances behind himself to where she’s come up from the basement, shaking the bag and pretending to walk with a cane. She holds out the phone and he can hear Max yelling about something.

“Chill out Max-a-billion.”

“No way, seven eight nine,” the shrill voice of an excited nine year old yells back.

Callie goes back to the call, and he finishes the dishes. She’s on the phone again when he finishes, sitting on the couch with her feet tucked under her and Max’s pink blanket over her shoulders.

“No we’re definitely not going to be there tonight, no Yoosung, not even since Jaehee is there. I’ve seen. Yes I have. Yoo- Yo- Yoos- Oh my god please don’t. Where is Jaehee, you need an adult. No not me, n-ugh!” She throws the phone at him but he just hangs up.

There are three pill bottles and a bottle of water on the coffee table in front of her, one more bottle than normal and he frowns at her as he watches her count out her pills. The new pill familiar from his brother’s collection.

“Those are all yours right?” he asks. “I mean you’re name is on those bottles.”

She tosses them at him as she swallows the handful of pills. “Nope, found them on a bench this afternoon and thought why not get a little weird.”

All the bottles have her name on them and he’s a little disappointed in himself that he didn’t know about the new one. When had she started taking medication for anxiety? He sets the bottles back on the table.

“It’s not a big deal,” she says, guessing at his thoughts. “I’ve taken them before, just not recently.”

“Is it because of, you know, what’s going on?”

She shrugs. “That week you and Saeren were away, before the accident, T followed us to the park, or maybe it was a coincidence? I don’t know. I had an anxiety attack and Jumin made me talk to his doctor and they prescribed me these, but I haven’t really needed them. After today I think I need to give myself a break though.”

He lays out next to her with his head in her lap. “You know Jaehee was right the other day, you do give Mr. Director a lot of control.”

Callie stops curling his hair around her fingers and frowns down at him. “Spying on me? In our own home? Very sneaky sis.” He doesn’t laugh and she rolls her eyes. “I don’t give Jumin any more than I give to you, or Max.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining, we’re all assholes in our own way, but we both know he doesn’t always realize he’s taking advantage.”

“And I don’t exactly have a great history of standing up for myself. Is that what you’re saying?”

Well fuck, he thinks. He didn’t know when the words were coming out of his mouth, but she’s right, and he’s not exactly sure he should feel bad about his concern. He covers his face with his hands. “I don’t know Callie.”

“I stand by what I said, the things I do for Jumin are just more obvious than the things I do for you.”

“Like what?” He asks, realizing the implications of that question he quickly adds, “I’m just curious, I’ve never thought that you might just do things for me.”

“Well,” she says thoughtfully, “I have a bunch of clothes with patterns that make Jumin uncomfortable separate in the closet, which isn’t much different than my not drinking when it’s just you and I.”

“What, I never noticed.”

“Well think about when I was in Rika’s apartment, what was I doing in the evening?”

“Mostly you were on your computer, or your phone,” he says thoughtfully. “And I guess you had a glass or two of wine.”

She shakes the bottle of Xanax at him. “Compromise.”

“I didn’t ask you to though.” He says a little defensively.

“Jumin didn’t ask me to stop wearing those, he doesn’t even usually tell me if a print bothers him, but I know he has his thing with diagonals and I can tell by his body language, just like I know you get uncomfortable when I drink alone, even if it’s only one drink. I can handle Jumin Han.

They sit in silence again and she starts to play with his hair again. “You know Saeyoung, everyone is always really concerned that I let people take advantage of me because of T, and I get it, there’s this 10 year period of questionable life choices but I’m getting really sick of defending my ability to stand up for myself to people who’ve never seen me small.”

“It’s been a rough few weeks,” he starts.

“More like a rough month,” she laughs.

“But you know what,” he turns and sits up. “We’re fucking totally married now.”

“Well you know what that means?” She smiles.

“You’re gonna make me blush Missus.”

Callie cackles. “It means you trade all your cars in for tricked out mini vans.”

“No!” He gasps.

“You’re a Dad now Mr. Choi,” she gives him a gentle push and he falls over still frozen in horror.

“Mini vans and SUVs with dvd players. No more fancy sports cars.”

“Well we’ll just have to get divorced, or sell Max to Jumin. He’d buy a kid right? Like a playmate for Elly?”

“That sounds perfectly reasonable,” she laughs. She stands and walks to her studio; she slides the suitcases out and fiddles with the music. “Uh do you mind not watching me?”

“Watching you? Was I watching you?” He smirks.

“You are.”

“Just out of curiosity what am I not watching you do.”

“Saeyoung.”

“Of course I’m not going to watch you do whatever you’re going to do,” he says, hand over his heart. “But just between you me and the bumblebees, what am I not watching? Are you going to do hard drugs? Maybe kill someone? Dispose of a body?” he gets increasingly excited with each suggestion. “Do you have a cat in there? Did you get me a cat for Christmas?”

“Surana has the studio closed for the Holidays, visiting her Mom in London, I didn’t get to rehearse today, I’m just going to stretch, please don’t make me close the doors.” She’s blushing, she so rarely blushes.

“You can dance?” He gasps and laughs. “Callie I’ve seen you dance with Zen here, days ago, I’ve watched you from the weird little window in Surana’s studio.”

“I know,” she laughs. “But I’m not dancing, I’m just stretching.”

“Can I help?”

“Really,” she’s surprised, “I mean I guess but you have to trust me ok?”

He gets up and helps her fold down the desk in the studio, she only turns one of the shelving units. He knows there are things that Zen and her do together but he’s only ever seen her go through actual dance positions not the stretching, never the prep. So he watches her from the corner of the studio run through her extensions.

“Come here,” she says softly and points to her foot where it rests on the bar. “Can you push my leg up until I tell you to stop? I think if you help I should be able to rest my heel on your shoulder from here but I’ll tell you to stop if I’m wrong.”

“Is this how you picked up boys when you were young?” He waggles his eyebrows but does what she asks.

She frowns and he can see her adjust her balance more than once. “It worked better on girls when I was in highschoo— Stop! St-stop there.”

He does what he’d told, holding her foot around armpit height.

“Can you hold me steady there for a count of 20?”

He nods. They repeat this a few times switching legs, switching positions. She stretches on her own for a while and then calls him in to push her past her boundaries. They joke around, make small talk, she always estimates that she can go about four inches farther than she really can and he suspects she’s pushing the envelope to go as far as she is, having only been back to dance for a few weeks.

It’s nice to listen to her talk about herself when she was younger, without the regrets, or the longing. He’s never been to high school and his University experience had been so controlled. He knows she feels awkward sometimes because of their age difference but Saeyoung has spent all his time around people older than him, Yoosung and Zen are the first people his own age he’d ever really had the chance to connect with. He laughs when she complains that she forgets she’s not in her 20s anymore because most of the time he thinks he has to be over 30.

“Are you packed?” she asks when they’re finished.

“Are we going somewhere?”

She shoves him.

He shrugs. “I was going to in the morning.”

She groans. “We’re going to be there for at least a month, if we’re lucky. I’ve been packed for a week.”

“And unpacked, and then packed again because you keep packing things you need,” he teases.

“Ok so I’m neurotic, you’re brother finished packing yesterday, tomorrow is the last day and now we have plans, Saeyoung,”

He laughs. “I guess I can start tonight, if you haven’t used all the suitcases.”

“You will be greatly rewarded,” she smiles and kisses him.

He helps her into the brace, now mostly restricted to wearing it to bed so that she didn’t mess up her recovery in her sleep, she watches him pull his suitcases out of the closet. She can’t watch him pack, he just throws things in suitcases, barely folded. She teases him at first, calling out that he’ll have to do his own ironing, until it becomes obvious that his haphazard idea of packing actually bothers her and she buries her nose in her phone.

Considering what she said earlier he starts folding the things he’s tossed into his suitcase. He can hear her laughing softly, and the shutter sound of her phone camera. She’s asleep when he finishes, he can’t pack his equipment until tomorrow, just in case, and he figures this should sate her.

He crawls into bed next to her and wraps his arms around her, but she’s fast asleep, phone still in her hand. He considers waking her up, she had said something about a reward, and she’s never complained before, but she’d had an eventful day. He plugs her phone in and snuggles in next to her.

This was being married, and being married was pretty cool.

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shakesonaplane · 6 years

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Mad Times in MAD City: Drinking our way through Madrid

Hola everyone! Today we’re going to learn a lesson: how to “drink” a city. For those of you who know me, you’re aware that my side-hustle of a bartender makes me keen to explore the alcohol and cocktails of a city when I visit it. Whenever I visit a city, I aim to find the cool drinking spots in addition to searching for the culture and local flavors. So, when my brother recommended we visit Madrid after his work trip in Europe, you had better believe I saw an opportunity to “drink” a city. Now, whilst I know that phrase sounds really odd, and even potentially gross, rest assured nothing out of the ordinary happened on this trip. Well, by out of the ordinary I mean potentially illegal, bc a lot of things you can get up to in Madrid might seem a bit different to the average person. If at this point, you need a definition of what “drink” a city means, please go pour yourself a cup of something strong, finish it, pour another cup, and read on…

Something tells me Fidel’s Rum might just be superior but also comes with a hangover that would rival Cuban Communism

But, before we start, a quick lesson. I know that in most of the world, when we think of tapas, we think of small, shared plates. A classic restaurant experience where we order a couple things to share and then have a nice meal and maybe a drink or two. Fun fact for you: that is not what tapas really is. I learned this lesson when I first visited Barcelona in 2014 with someone who had lived there in college: tapas is really just an excuse to drink. As one of the many stories go, bartenders in Spain (some say Seville) started putting saucers and breads on top of their customers opens glasses to keep the flies out. Upon doing so, they realized that customers would come back if they offered some small bites like olives or cheese, hence Tapas (which literally means “on top”) was born. (By the way, there are a myriad of stories on how Tapas started, I just chose that one…though without fail they all seem to center around drinking). So, if you go out in Spain now, just know that Tapas are a thing to do alongside drinks and not just a quiet endeavor to eat some food. If you don’t order a drink and don’t seem to have one, I can attest that you will get a quizzical look from the local spots we tried. Recommended Tapas by yours truly were found in La Latina district called Txacolina and Casa Lucas.

I summoned my greatest willpower and only chose a few dishes here instead of my first inclination which was to ask for one of everything

I don’t often talk in too much detail on the drinks I personally consumed bc I realize everyone’s tastes are quite different and, as a person who enjoys all flavors (read: drinks too much), you can find some fun anywhere. Just note this: if you’re Tapas-ing (new word?) during the early afternoon, chances are you’ll have to taste the Spanish Vermouth, by far one of the easier Vermouths I’ve had to drink. We looked around quite a bit when we ordered a beer at this hour and noticed several of these martini glasses full of a wondrous concoction. Upon the realization that it was Vermouth, we quickly ordered our next round of this soul-clarifying elixir and briefly thanked the fermentation gods for such a lovely creation. Quick Shakesonaplane rule of thumb for drinking Madrid: If it’s sunny, vermouth or white wine…if it’s just after dark, beer, red wine or a cocktail…and if the sun is about to rise, liquor, water, and prayer (you’ll understand what I mean by that in a moment).

Example of Tapas and Nishu trying to show off the above mentioned “quizzical look”

Don’t fret, though…we didn’t spend this entire weekend drinking, though the option was certainly presented to us. We did try to find some time to experience the culture of Madrid as well as the amazing art and sights the city has to offer. And by culture, obviously, I meant finding a bar playing the Real Madrid match. Surprisingly difficult to do, Aakash (a fellow US traveler who joined our trip) and I found that not all bars will show the games, perhaps bc of the rowdiness than can follow. So, whilst Nishu and Anu (our final travel companion) were siesta-ing, Aakash and I found an Irish pub (go figure) to watch the Real Madrid match. While it is always a pleasure to watch football in España, I must say I would’ve preferred being at the match itself. But beggars can’t be choosers, so we endured.

Post siesta fun at just another local watering hole…still not sure if Spanish people do anything but drink all the time and I don’t mind at all

Perhaps the highlight of our cultural tour of Madrid was not related to drinking at all, but instead a walk through the Cubist section of the Reina Sofia musuem and a long, wonderful stare at Guernica, perhaps Pablo Picasso’s most famous piece of art. A massive drawing that takes walking across to really appreciate, Guernica is what a non-art-aficionado (like me) would call “pretty amazing”. The Reina Sofia has a multitude of really wonderful art to take in, so if you’re around in Madrid and have some hours to kill between drinks, I’d recommend a stopover before or during siesta time. The queue outside the Reina Sofia grew immensely when we left it, bc the evening seems to be a hot time to visit on the weekends, so plan accordingly.

You can’t take photos of Guernica, so apologies for the stock photography, but even looking at it again as I write his brings back a whirlwind of questions and emotions.

By now you must be wondering, well, hey, where’d all the drinking go? And you know what, so were we. So with our sleuthing hats on, we endeavored to find something tasty by way of cocktails in various areas. Being that I’m turning into a cocktail snob, the goal was to find really unique drinks in the coolest locations and best designed bars. Let me say this, Madrid did not disappoint. I’ve started to notice that Spanish cocktails are amongst the best mixed drinks I’ve had in many European spots. We delved into all manner of drinks across a few trendy cocktail bars, but if I had to recommend some I would point you to Salmon Guru and 1862 Dry Bar for the best fancy cocktails I had there. Be warned, these drinks are not for the light-hearted, so if you’ve felt toasty just reading my escapades in the past (or you’re not even close to done with that 2nd drink I told you to get), then exercise a bit of caution. That doesn’t mean skip it, that just means order yourself a glass of water as a chaser

Yes that’s a chili in my drink, yes it was spicy, yes it tasted like home

For our final foray into drinking away our time in Madrid, we ventured a place that has only been described to me as “don’t go before 3am”. So you can imagine my surprise when we rocked up at 3am and saw what was probably the largest center-of-city night club I’d ever seen. For those who aren’t familiar with the Spanish clubbing style, Kapital is the kind of place that doesn’t even open till midnight. And then you can venture across several floors of people, music types, people, drinks, people and oh did I mention people? Couple up Aakash, Nishu, and Anu and this nightclub and basically I knew that breakfast was going to be drunk food and that was that (which turned out to be Mexican tacos, somehow). I have to say, this was a pretty enjoyable clubbing experience, and I don’t often say that as I get older and the grey in my beard starts to win over the black. But hey, if I could handle myself till 7am with the best of them, then surely I can’t be that old (he said while sadly remembering his hangover).

I would describe what is going on in this picture, but let’s be honest, you don’t really want to know

So there you have it! A crazy weekend in Madrid that ended with me waking up after 1hr of sleep and heading to the airport for a flight back to London. To say I was tired the next day is an understatement. I even got yelled at by a woman at the lounge in MAD airport for opportunistically taking a cold shower there…unless I was so out of it that I didn’t realize I was hallucinating! I also realize after reading through this that there are a ton of dark, dank, and rather hilarious photos we took. Rest assured, we did see sunlight whilst here, and I do need to make a trip back to explore the other important sights of Madrid :)

As always, here are some photos from our trip there and a map to guide you along your way when venturing through this city, drunk or not:

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Hasta luego! Abhishek

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