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Miraculous season 2 spoiler alert

Remember when Chat stole the Collector’s book and his immediate reaction was to trY TO FRICKING PUNCH HIS SON’S FACE

(Edit->) So thanks for over 180 notes now guys! But I think this is the wrong blog for Miraculous things so I created another blog. It’s called kiss-me-bugaboo–no I haven’t posted much there yet but I promise there’ll be more soon! So if you want to see more please check it out! And thanks for reading!
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In case you were wondering what happened to Alex’s backbone in season eleven, 
apparently he left it somewhere in season ten.

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Ok so first off I want to say WOW! My last post got more than 180 notes!!! That’s INSANE, thank you to @studypetals because it was mostly thanks to your reblogging it, but also everybody thank you! I wanted to share my study space, I have my laptop which I use for pretty much everything🙏 And the blue folder is my time organisation folder where I keep track of when I need to review topics, then you have my cute stuffed toy called Zoe ❤🌺

  • Friend [in a crowd and can't find me]: This calls for drastic measures.
  • Friend: MARTHA JONES WAS THE WORST COMPANION ON DOCTOR WHO!
  • Me: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?
  • Friend: There she is.
I regret not doing this before (Peter Parker x Reader)

Heyyyooo! It’s me again, the annoying and desperate imagine writer :D I’m sorry this took SOO long but I was busy crying over the comic-con interviews I watched (since I wasn’t there again this year, as usual)  Thank you so much for over  180 notes on my first and 100 notes on my second imagine! I hope that I’m getting better on writing.

By the way, I tried making Peter not that shy in this imagine to make it different.

Originally posted by team-spidey

Request: Yes

Word Count: 1,616

Summary: You and Peter Parker hate each other so much. Then something  really shocking happens…

Warnings: Mentions of killing

It was another day on Stark Tower. No one was up yet so you decided to benefit the peaceful moment by having a coffee and reading one of your novels in your room. Just when you were enjoying the silence, you heard noises coming from the kitchen. Two people were shouting at each other but you couldn’t understand what it was about and who were they. You groaned: “So I can only enjoy my life for like what? Three minutes?” and headed to the kitchen to understand what was going on.

You saw Steve and Bucky having an argument about something.

Steve: Oh so I’m THE ONE WHO STARTED THIS RIDICILOUS ARGUMENT RIGHT?

Bucky: Well maybe if YOU could have shut up for a second and listen to me, than this DAMN CONVERSATION WOULDN’T BE AN ARGUMENT STEVE!

You were shocked. Not because they were fighting or shouting at each other, it was because it was only 7 am in the morning and literally no one had an argument before at least 9 am in the Tower. You started to have a headache and you were fed up with them so you yelled:
“I’M SORRY BUT WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”

They both turned around and faced you. They were really quiet for like thirty seconds then Steve quietly said: “B-Bucky was trying to show me, how to use this new phone we got together. I kept asking questions but all he did was yelling at me. Then I got angry and yelled at him too.”

You wanted to laugh at the situation but you were so angry at them, not letting you have a single quiet moment. The Avengers were always like this. You loved them all, but they became childish at times and sometimes it drove you crazy. They would fight over stupid things.

Although you and Peter were the youngest in the Avengers, and you hated each other so much, your fights were never like this. You guys would just secretly glare at each other, sometimes attack each other with sarcasm and in the trainings, you guys would fight each other harder than you normally should.

You glared at both of them and said: “So I hope you two guys have realized how stupid this argument was as you both are ADULTS, not to mention that you are over 90 years old.”

They stared at each other in silence for a moment then Bucky said: “I’m sorry Steve, I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

They hugged and the Tower was all peaceful again. Until five minutes later Tony and Peter showed up in the kitchen.

“Good morning Y/N! Do you know what the hell that argument was about?”

You had a sip from your coffee then said: “I have no idea Stark. Sometimes I don’t know who is the teenager and who is the 90 years old in this team.” Peter laughed at your joke silently. Even though you guys didn’t like each other much, you would be friendly at times. There was no reason for you guys to hate each other but ever since you met, you never had a proper conversation and had been competing over everything. Whether it’s who will go to the next mission with Captain or who will finish the apple pie first competition, you guys would always be the enemies.

You grabbed you coffee cup and headed your room, so no one can bother you anymore.  However, now everyone was up in the tower, Thor and Banner were having  a conversation about something you don’t care to listen, Nat and Clint were silently having their breakfast,  Vision and Wanda were walking towards you.

“Hey Y/N Good morning!”

“Good morning Wanda” you smiled and kept walking. You changed your mind before you came to your room because since everyone was up, there was no need to try to relax in your room. Instead, you decided to train on your own for a while.

When you arrived to the training room you were relieved that no one was there. You were not in the mood for training with anyone.  You got ready, changed your clothes and started training with your usual boxing workout. Just when you were so focused with your punches, there was some white, sticky liquid all over your hands and you couldn’t move them. You groaned, of course it was Parker, he was trying to annoy you. You turned around and saw him smirking: “Hey Y/N!”

“Oh Hey Parker! Didn’t realize this disgusting liquid was coming out of you” You smiled sarcastically.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to bother your training but Tony said we all needed to work out today and we all need a partner. I was going to ask you but you were so focused I was afraid you may kill me ‘accidentally’”

You mumbled: “Yeah, I’m sure that would be a total ‘accident’”

“I’m Sorry? I couldn’t hear what you said?”

“Nothing. Why did you choose me. Do you want to make this day worse for me or yourself, since I may really kill you today, in this training.”

“Don’t worry for me. We need to start training now. Others will come in an hour I think.”

“Okay, let’s begin.”

It had been thirty minutes since you guys started training, you both hadn’t say a word to each other. The only sounds coming out both of you were either because of pain or the joy of seeing the other person being in pain.

“H-Hey- I-I think we should… we should- stop for a while?..”  said Peter breathing heavily. You just nodded your head because you could barely breathe. Normally you wouldn’t be in so much pain and you wouldn’t be this tired if you were training with someone else but with Peter, you guys were really hard on each other, you were nearly going to faint.

You sat next to Peter while he was drinking water you watched him. How could he be so hot while he was sweaty and with that messy hair? You couldn’t think anything but kissing him. Then you were froze fro a moment because of what you thought. You hated Peter! What was all these thoughts about. He turned to you and your faces were really close to each other.

“Why are you staring at me?” He laughed lightly.

“What? I’m not staring at you!” You said, ironically, staring deeply into his eyes.

“Are you sure? Because you look like you want to kiss me right now.” He smirked.

“Yeah. I would love to kiss the boy who annoys me 24/7.” You laughed sarcastically and turned your face to another direction in order to be far away from his face. Because being that close with him made you blush and you didn’t want Peter to see it. You were lucky, your face was already red because of that training.

Peter shrugged: “Whatever. I already have a girlfriend.” You were shocked for a moment. Peter had a girlfriend? You felt angry and upset at the same time. You were literally jealous because Peter Parker was taken. You couldn’t have imagined that you would think about him this way but here you were, nearly crying over Peter. Then you realized, ever since you met him, you kept ignoring him because you fell for him. You knew you wouldn’t have the courage to get close to him, date him, so you avoided him every time you two were in the same room. Now, you were angry at yourself, if you could have just be friendly with him since the beginning he could have been yours right now. You wouldn’t have need to suppress your urge to make out with him, every time you see him. You were filled with regret so you got up and started walking towards the door.

“Y/N where are you going?” Peter asked, confused.

You didn’t know what to say, so you blurted out: “Why don’t you ask your girlfriend?” angrily.

Peter didn’t understand what you just said for a moment, then he started smirking: “Oh, so you are jealous that’s what this is all about?”

“Peter, I don’t know if you are aware of this but for the last time, you annoy me. Why would I be jealous of someone I don’t care a bit about?”

Peter came closer to you. There were nearly no space between your faces.

“So, if I kiss you right now, wouldn’t you kiss me back?” he whispered, staring at your lips.

Your heart was racing so fast. You didn’t know what to do. Were all these real or were you in a dream?

“W-well. Wouldn’t your girlfriend be mad?”

“If she existed…Yeah..” Then he kissed your softly.  You didn’t know what to do, you kissed him back. Your heart was nearly going to get out of your chest and Peter putting his hands all over your waist (maybe a little lower) wasn’t making it any better. You were feeling so many things at the same time. The only feeling you were sure about was that you needed this immediately when you first met him.

“I-I regret not doing this before” he whispered and kept kissing you, harder than before.

Just when he grabbed you by your waist, you put your legs all over him and he started carrying you to the couch, you both heard some noises.

“Tony, I swear to God, can you shut up for a second?! They will realize we have been watching them.” You guys broke the kiss and turned around. All the Avengers were behind the door, secretly spying on you guys. Your face was redder than ever, and Peter’s wasn’t different than yours.

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Contest

Oookay it took me forever to post this but finally, here it is!

The contest is now open guys! The rules are simple:
1. Every time the notes on this post reach a certain number, I’ll post the drawings corresponding to that amount of notes. (Quick example: if we reach the 50 notes I’ll post the drawings of Werewolf!Rachel and Servant!Jasper (N°3), and the Jekson one(N°4)!)
2. You can like and/or reblog this post as many times as you want, but I’ll only count 1 like and 1 reblog for person. I’ll also exclude my own reblogs.

Now, with that being said, here are the drawings suggested!

1. (from @aasekhon) Drawing idea: Jekyll riding a unicorn along a rainbow, with Hyde riding an undead pegasus and trying to pelt Jekyll with peppermints from a slingshot. Or anyone else riding anything else that might be amusing. / 2. (from @instanttheoristcoffee) Please can you draw ITV Jekyll & Hyde characters in the style of Steven Universe (as best as you can)? -25 notes

3. (from @dabibliophile) Would you draw a werewolf!Rachel and a servant!Jasper? I don’t think I’ve seen any art of them in the Swapverse. / 4. (from @thedoctorsdevil) I was thinking something to do with Jekson because… :3 not too sure what exactly. But, if it’s ok, could you draw your versions of the characters? -50 notes

5. (from @instanttheoristcoffee) Could you possibly do chibi ITV Jekyll & Hyde characters, please? / 6. (from @ingrediorumbra) For the contest……how about TGS Jekyll and Hyde cuddling? -75 notes

7. (from Anon) Okaaaaay…. Shirtless Utterson with Molly o\o (TSFHJ) -100 notes

8. (from Anon) For the recommending thingie, how about the musical jekyll and hyde, with hyde loaming over jekyll as he’s working on his potions. -125 notes

9. (from @thedoctorsdevil) It is a Jekson request…them kissing or holding hands…maybe both. Something along those lines that is cute and sweet, just like the ship…to my knowledge anyway. XD -150 notes

10. (from @rbdecepticon17) Okay…well i’m torn between demon and angel versions of Hyde and Henry…and something shippy between the two…maybe merge them together. Like Henry being an angel, while Hyde is a demon (of course. XD) And their extra features, except for the halo, are the same colour as their eyes…or a similiar shade. -180 notes

General Compatibility
  • Aries-
    ♥♥♥ Leo, Sagittarius / ♥♥ Gemini, Aquarius / ♡ Libra
  • Taurus- 
    ♥♥♥ Virgo, Capricorn / ♥♥ Cancer, Pisces / ♡ Scorpio
  • Gemini- 
    ♥♥♥ Libra, Aquarius / ♥♥ Leo, Aries / ♡ Sagittarius
  • Cancer-
    ♥♥♥ Scorpio, Pisces / ♥♥ Virgo, Taurus / ♡ Capricorn
  • Leo- 
    ♥♥♥ Sagittarius, Aries / ♥♥ Libra, Gemini / ♡ Aquarius
  • Virgo-
    ♥♥♥ Capricorn, Taurus / ♥♥ Scorpio, Cancer / ♡ Pisces
  • Libra- 
    ♥♥♥ Aquarius, Gemini / ♥♥ Sagittarius, Leo / ♡ Aries
  • Scorpio-
    ♥♥♥ Pisces, Cancer / ♥♥ Capricorn, Virgo / ♡ Taurus
  • Sagittarius- 
    ♥♥♥ Aries, Leo / ♥♥ Aquarius, Gemini / ♡ Gemini
  • Capricorn-
    ♥♥♥ Taurus, Virgo / ♥♥ Pisces, Scorpio / ♡ Cancer
  • Aquarius- 
    ♥♥♥ Gemini, Libra / ♥♥ Aries, Sagittarius / ♡ Leo
  • Pisces-
    ♥♥♥ Cancer, Scorpio / ♥♥ Taurus, Virgo / ♡ Virgo

Symbol Meanings:
♥♥♥
- Very Compatible
♥♥- Compatible, sister elements
♡- 50/50, sister signs: 6 signs (180°) away.

* Note: Gemini/Sagittarius combo has more positive aspects than challenging. Most sister sign combinations have a 50/50 chance.

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Journey Into Mystery #109 (Page 8)

I’d noticed several instances of Jack Kirby breaking the 180 degree rule, which confused me because I know he’s a better storyteller than that. This page finally revealed the answer to me – Stan Lee was having panels flipped!

For those of you who aren’t familiar with the 180 degree rule, it’s a visual storytelling guideline for preventing readers or viewers from getting disoriented. In short: if you have two people in a scene and you cut to a different angle, you should make sure the two people remain on the same side of the frame. 

In the example at top, where a paste over has been removed, we see that Kirby put Magneto on the left side in both panels and Thor on the right. The bottom example breaks the 180 degree rule by switching their positions, which is visually confusing.

Why would Stan do this? Well, there’s another storytelling rule that’s unique to comics, which says that you should always have the person who speaks first on the left side of a panel, and the person who speaks second on the right, so that you’re not awkwardly crossing balloons. Stan needed Thor to say something before Magneto responds, so he asked for the panel to be flipped.

If Jack had been working from a full script that already had this dialogue, he would’ve known Thor needed to be on the right in that second panel, and would’ve likewise drawn Thor on the right in the first panel. I guess Stan felt flipping two panels was too much work (or he wasn’t aware of the 180 degree rule).

[Note: You might notice while comparing these images the sad state of many digitized issues on Marvel Unlimited and in old Masterworks. Many of the Fantastic Four issues have been fixed, but other series are still using art that was redrawn from printed issues. A lot of detail in the art has been lost, but also look at how poorly the lettering has been duplicated! And don’t even get me started on the recoloring a lot of digital issues have.

For those of us who like to see these issues preserved with accurately due to their historical importance, the lack of quality control in reprints and digitization can really be frustrating.]

5 SOS Preference #3 - You catch him doing something domestic

Ashton – The boys were still recording their album and had been working long days at the studio. They’d be there late at night and have to go back early in the morning. You could tell Ashton was exhausted, but all he talked about was how excited he was to be releasing new music for the fans. This morning, just like any other, Ash had to be at the studio by 8. So at 7 am you felt his warm body roll away from yours and out of the bed. You could hear the soft padding of his large feet as he walked around your bedroom, searching for something to wear. You slowly drifted back to sleep as your boyfriend got ready for his long day. Soon enough, you were woken by a familiar squeaking sound coming from the other side of your bedroom. As you peeked one eye open and glanced over the covers, you saw something you never thought you would. Ashton was ironing his clothes. Usually when he needed something ironed, he would just ask you to do it for him. You slipped out of bed and walked over to your boyfriend, slipping your arms around his waist from behind, and resting your head on his back. “Good morning princess,” he said, setting the iron down and turning to face you. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. “Morning,” you mumbled, burying your face in his chest. You looked up at him and said, “I could have done that for you.” He smiled and shook his head, turning around to finish ironing. “Yeah, but you looked to cute and cozy sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you up,” he replied while his toned arms moved the iron across his shirt. When he was finished he held the shirt up to show you, smiling proudly. “Look, I did it!” he said. “Now you might have to iron all the time,” you said with a smirk. Ashton’s face dropped and he pouted. “Whyyyy?” he whined. You wrapped your hands around his waist once again and looked up at him saying, “There’s just something ridiculously attractive about a man who can iron.”

Calum – You and Calum had hosted a party at your house the night before. Everyone had such a great time, but by the time they all left, the house was a disaster. After you shut the door when the last person left, you turned to Calum, and he seemed to read your mind. “We need to clean now, don’t we?” he said, sounding a bit disappointed. “We do, but I’m exhausted. The mess isn’t going anywhere. I’ll just wake up early tomorrow and do it,” you said as you walked towards your shared bedroom. “Thank God,” Calum said, following closely behind you. You stripped out of your party dress and climbed right into bed, not bothering to remove your makeup or even put on pajamas. Just before you fell asleep, you set an early alarm so you could clean up the party mess in the morning. Calum slid into bed next to you, and you fell asleep with your back pressed up to his chest. The next morning, you woke up to a cold bed and a missing boyfriend. You glanced at the clock, realizing you didn’t wake up to your alarm. You groaned and climbed out of bed. As you walked down the hallway, you heard music playing. When you rounded the corner, you saw Calum wiping off the kitchen counter and dancing his heart out. You couldn’t help but laugh at your ridiculous boyfriend. Hearing you laugh, Calum turned around and laughed with you. Walking over to you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and asked, “Did you sleep well?” while peppering kisses all over your face, which just made you laugh more. “Yes, I did. But my alarm didn’t go off. I set one so I could clean up, but I see you’ve already started,” you said. “Yeah, I shut your alarm off. I wanted to let you sleep, so I figured I’d clean up for you a bit,” he replied. “You’re so cute,” you said, planting a kiss on Calum’s lips.

Michael – As you drove home from a stressful day at work, you sighed, thinking about all the laundry you had to do when you got home. You’d gotten away with not doing yours or Michael’s laundry all week, but now both of you were running out of clothes, and you knew you had to do it tonight. Michael had the day off and he decided to stay home since you still had to go to work. As you pulled into the driveway, you were dreading staying up late to finish this laundry. You walked in the door and took off your shoes and coat, noticing that Michael wasn’t in his usual spot on the couch. Walking further into your house and putting your purse down, you wondered where he could be. “Michael?” you called out. “In here babe!” you heard him yell from the laundry room. As you walked into the laundry room, you were shocked at what you saw. “Surprise!” Michael said as he threw his arms up in the air. He had not only washed all the clothes, but he also folded them and separated them into two separate piles, yours and his. “Michael,” you said still shocked, “Did you do all this?” He looked at you and smiled. “Well, yeah. I noticed the laundry was piling up and I knew you’d be home late today so I thought I’d do it,” he said with a shrug. “I didn’t even know you knew how to do laundry,” you said, laughing. At this, Michael started to blush. “I didn’t. I had to call Luke and ask him,” he said, looking at his feet, embarrassed. You walked over to your boyfriend and put your hand on his cheek, lifting his face up so he was looking at you. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed. You made the effort to call Luke and ask him about it. And by the looks of it, you did a perfect job,” you said and pressed a kiss to his lips. His face brightened up and he gave you a cocky grin. “Perfect?” he said. You lightly slapped his shoulder and he kissed your cheek softly.

Luke – You had gone out for a girls’ day with your best friend, and you two did all the generic girly things. You got your nails done, went shopping, and even had a Starbucks run. By the time she was dropping you off at your house, it was just about dinner time. You were thinking about what to make for dinner as you stepped in the front door and took off your shoes. You noticed Luke in the kitchen and started walking toward him. “Hey baby, what do you want for din–” You cut yourself off when you noticed that Luke was cooking. Luke was cooking? He turned around and flashed you a smile. “There’s my pretty girl,” he said as he walked towards you and pressed a kiss to your lips. He turned right back around and continued stirring whatever was on the stove. “Lucas?” you said, astounded. “What’s up babe?” he said nonchalantly. “Since when can you cook?” you asked, still dumb founded that your boyfriend was making dinner. “Umm, forever I guess? I don’t know, I used to cook with my mum,” he said shrugging his shoulders. You smiled at this, imagining a little Luke standing on a step stool, trying to help his mom with the cooking. You walked over to stand next to him and wrapped one arm around his waist. “What are you making?” you asked, leaning your head against him. “Just some pasta with marinara sauce. Is that okay?” he said, turning to face you. “Of course it is, silly boy,” you said, kissing his cheek. You left his side to go set the table, and by the time you were done, so was he. You two ate, and the meal turned out to be delicious. “Luke, this is so good,” you complimented. “Thanks babe,” he said with a proud smile. “I hope you know this means you’ll be cooking more often,” you told him. “Sounds good to me,” he said, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.

Note: Hey guys, here’s my 3rd preference, I hope you like. Feedback is lovely, so are ideas/requests, they can all go in my ask! I can’t believe my last preference got over 180 notes, love you all! Thanks for reading beauties!

Laura xx

Duct Tape and Safety Pins

By: SassyShoulderAngel319 (currently MrsWinxerSoldier)

Fandom/Character(s): Avengers - Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Rating: PG

Notes: (Masterlist) Chapter 2 of my fake-married story! Woohoo! And holy cow did this get an AMAZING response from everybody! I have NEVER gotten 180+ notes on a story before. THANKS GUYS! I’m sorry this isn’t an “X Reader” story (I tried writing it that way and it didn’t work), but I hope you keep liking it anyway! Also, side note, I decided to add the Chapter Titles. I just went and edited Chapter 1 “Emergency Engagement”.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 “Wedding Photoshop”

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Steve came over about a half hour later, satchel hanging off his shoulder. “Hey kid!” he greeted brightly, giving me a hug. “Thought I’d come over and help you out.”

“With what?” I asked.

He pulled his laptop and drawing tablet out of his satchel. Though he preferred pen and paper, he was quite accomplished at digital art. “Well, most married couples have wedding pictures displayed in their home,” he answered. Bucky laughed from behind me, stood up, and came over to hug his best friend.

“Good idea,” the ex-assassin remarked. This idea is either getting way better, or way worse, I thought irritably. Steve sat down on my sofa. I sat on one side of him and expected Bucky to be on the other side, but instead he sat next to me and wrapped his metal arm around my shoulders.

Steve scrolled through several different kinds of wedding photos for a few minutes, lips pursed in thought. “Okay. We’re going to take a picture of you two,” he decided. “Are you wearing a camisole under that shirt?”

“Yeah…” I trailed off.

“Good. Take your shirt off.”

“What?!” I demanded.

“Take your shirt off,” Steve repeated. “I need to be able to see your body shape and most spring wedding dresses have bare arms. Go stand against that wall, both of you.” We did as we were told, me reluctantly pulling my green shirt off to reveal the white camisole I was wearing underneath. “Okay, Cass, stand on Bucky’s left and turn in so you’re facing him and then turn your head to look back at me,” Steve instructed. I did so. “Now put your hand on his chest—your left one to show off the ring. Once we have it I’ll add it to the picture.” I put my hand more on Bucky’s ribcage than his chest. “A little higher. Even higher. Act like you freaking like him, Cassandra! Put your hand higher!” Steve snapped jovially. When my fingers were practically resting on Bucky’s collarbone, Steve nodded in satisfaction. “Now Bucky, put your hands on her waist.” He paused as I felt flesh and metal through my cami. “On second thought, that’s a little too rigid. Relax a bit and rest your hands gently on her hips—like you like her!” Bucky did as instructed. “Okay, now smile like you’re hopelessly in love with each other!” the captain exclaimed. I grinned sarcastically for a moment before turning it into a happy smile.

I heard the shutter sound from Steve’s phone and the captain smiled.

“Perfect! You guys make good models!”

“Shut up,” I muttered. Steve snickered.

He flopped back down onto my sofa and Bucky and I resumed our seats—me putting my shirt back on. Steve pulled up Photoshop and lots of stock photos and set right to work. “Which dress do you like?” he asked, showing me about five dresses in the same position as I’d been in for the picture.

“The se—”

“Fourth one,” Bucky interrupted. I scrunched my eyebrows and turned to glare at him.

“It’s my wedding dress!” I snapped teasingly.

“Yeah, but that one would look pretty on you!” he protested.

I sighed dramatically. “Do the fourth one, Steve.”

“Okay. You two go off somewhere and get to know each other better while I finish this bit. When I need your opinions, I’ll give you a call.”

“Are you kicking me out of my own apartment?” I asked.

“Not at all. Just suggesting you two go learn how to pretend to be married.”

“That won’t be too hard given how much I seem to argue with everyone,” I muttered under my breath.

“That’s the spirit!” Steve said distractedly, digitally removing the straps of my bra and camisole so they wouldn’t interfere with putting the dress on over the clothes I was actually wearing. Bucky stood up and offered me his normal hand.

“C’mon. Let’s go for a walk around the block.”

So we did. Steve called once or twice asking if we preferred the woods or a field or a blurry city skyline for our background and if Bucky preferred a tie or a bowtie. Since Bucky picked the dress, I insisted he be put in a bowtie—which he didn’t seem to mind. Finally, after a while, Steve called one last time. “Okay. Your wedding picture is done. Come look,” was all he said before hanging up. Bucky and I rushed back to my apartment and slipped in. Bucky jumped over the back of the sofa and landed on one side of Steve while I—more conventionally—went around the other side and sat on the captain’s other side.

“Wow,” I muttered, looking at it in awe.

“And this, my friends, is why you can’t trust any picture you see anymore,” Steve remarked.

It looked like a real, professionally done photo—taken outside in actual wedding clothes instead of against a blank wall in my apartment. Bucky was in a formal tuxedo and I was in a grand wedding dress that suited my body shape while making me look a bit slimmer than maybe I actually was. His metal hand was covered by the veil falling from my long hair. “Impressive,” Bucky commented, whistling appreciatively.

“I’ll print it out, frame it, and bring it by tomorrow,” Steve commented, standing up.

“Thanks Steve,” I told him, deciding this would be an okay idea after all.

The super soldier gave me a big hug. “No problem. It was my pleasure—Mrs. Barnes.”

I whacked him in the chest as I let go. “Shut up.”

“You two are going to be teased about this until you actually get married. I hope you know that,” Steve whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes.

“Go away Captain,” I snapped.

He strolled over to the door, me tailing closely behind with Bucky still on the sofa. “I ship it!” Steve called before I slammed the door on him and locked it. I knew if he wanted to he could break the whole thing down with like zero effort, but I locked it anyway.

“How does he even know what that means?” I hissed under my breath.

“What does that mean?” Bucky asked.

I sighed. “I’m not even going to tell you.”

“Oh. Um… okay. Is it a bad thing?”

“No. But if I told you what it meant, you might get embarrassed or angry.”

“Huh. Alright then.” He stretched his metal arm over the back of the couch. “Come have a seat. Let’s talk.”

I sat down and let him drape his arm over my shoulders. He held me closer than I could have preferred, but I knew I’d have to get used to it if my grandma expected me to be deeply in love with this guy. We talked for several hours, well into late afternoon, before we got hungry. Bucky looked out at the dimming light and grinned, hopping to his feet.

“Let me treat you to dinner,” he said, offering me his hand.

“No,” I retorted.

“Why not?”

“Because I have food here and we don’t have to pretend yet. Let’s just make a TV dinner and watch a movie.” I took his hand, let him help me up, and opened some of my cupboards—and the freezer. I picked a frozen personal pizza. Bucky picked the same.

We sat close to each other while we ate and watched Megamind. Bucky thought it was hilarious.

As the sun went down and I got tired, I leaned my head on his shoulder. He brushed my hair with his metal hand idly as I relaxed.

“Should I stay over tonight? We might as well get used to sharing,” he remarked.

I shrugged, too tired to argue. “Okay,” I muttered. He helped me up and into the master bedroom. I know it sounds weird, single girl living alone has a king-size bed, but I did have a king-size bed. I slept firmly on one side of it to make it easier to make in the mornings, but I had a big bed. “You can use the bathroom first,” I commented.

“I’ll shower in the morning.”

“Okay then I’ll use the bathroom first.” I took everything I needed into the bathroom, took a shower, changed into my pajamas, brushed my teeth, pulled my hair back into a braid, and left. Bucky was looking at the picture of me and my family on my bedside table when I went into the bedroom.

He took his turn to brush his teeth and whatever else and came back in. I was already in the covers on my usual side, laying on my left shoulder so my back was to him.

Bucky pulled the covers down on his side before stopping. “Do you mind that I sleep without a shirt on?” he asked.

I was too tired to care. “No.”

I heard fabric rustling and then felt him get in. “Good. Thank you.” I shrugged.

We fell asleep with our backs to each other, almost as far away as we could be.

So you’ll imagine how surprised I was when I woke up the next morning.

Bad boy, good lips - part 7

1,1K followers, this is crazy! And thank y'all so much. I also wanted to thank you for 180(+) notes on my last post, which was shit tbh. Here’s part 7 on my Jack Gilinsky fanfic, I hope y'all enjoy!

“You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind.”

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I pulled away from Sam, looking at Jack with a confused look. His eyes burned from both madness and jealousy. “What?” Sam asked and tilted his head to the left. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jack repeated with gittered teeth. “I’m dancing with (Y/N),” Sam shrugged. I looked from Sam to Jack, and I truly had no idea why Jack was so mad at Sam. “She’s my date,” Jack said coldly. What? Was I his date? No, I was not. “Well, I haven’t seen you dancing with her the past couple hours,” Sam snapped, looking over at me. My eyes were glued to Jack. “Sam’s right. I mean, it didn’t seem like you remembered me being your date when you made out with that girl over there,” I said, my voice filled with both anger and hurt. I crossed my arms over my chest as I could see the hurt in Jack’s eyes too. “Bambi, I’m-” Jack started. “Sorry? You should be,” I answered, looking back at Sam. “Wanna dance again?” I asked him as I quickly licked my lips. He nodded, smiling lightly at me. I took his hand in mine and started walking against the middle of the dancefloor, away from Jack. As Sam and I started dancing again, I could feel Gilinsky’s eyes on me. They burned deep into my cheeks, and I knew he was both hurt and angry. Angry at himself. But he deserved to be that, honestly.

After a couple hours of just dancing with Sam, people started leaving. Jack showed up behind me and Sam, and he coughed lightly. “Bambi, we should go. I told your mom I’d get you home before twelve,” he said. I looked at him and nodded slightly. As I let go of Sam, I looked up at him. He was at least a head taller than me. “Thanks for the dance, I really enjoyed it,” I said, earning a huge smile from him. “Yeah, me too,” he said. “Uh, I guess I’ll see you on Monday,” I said, he nodded. He gave me a tight hug before I let go and walked over to Jack. My eyes were glued to the ground. “Let’s go,” I mumbeled as we walked out in the hallway. I put on my coat, before both of us walked outside, on our way to his car. He stopped outside it and looked at me. “Bambi, I’m really sorry,” he started. “Leave it, Jack,” I snapped, my eyes still glued in the ground. “No, Bambi,” Jack said as he took a step closer to me. “Don’t you call me that,” I said. He sighed, his eyes glued to me. “ Listen,I hurt you, and that’s the last thing I wanted to do in the whole world,” he said. I did not move my eyes. “What’s done is done, Jack,” I murmured. “No, you don’t understand, (Y/N). You can’t be mad at me,” he begged. He didn’t call me Bambi. This had to be the first time ever he didn’t call me that. And to be honest, it hurt. Being called Bambi by Jack made me feel so special. But when he didn’t call me that, I felt just like the other girls he’d done this to. Like all the other girls… “Too late,” I snapped. “(Y/N), there was a reason I did that,” he said. I fake-laughed. “Tell me, then,” I said. He took a step closer to me once more, and put his finger on my chin. Once his finger was on my chin, I felt the spark, and I knew he felt it too, because he pulled away. I looked up at him, I’m sure my eyes were pretty huge. “Dammit, (Y/N)! I know you feel that to, that spark that shows up whenever our bodies touch. And I think that tells us something,” he started. That this, whatever this is, feels so right… “The thing is that I think I’m falling in love with you, Bambi. And I’m fucking scared. Scared of hurting you,” he kept going. “You already have,” I interrupted. “Would you please listen?” he asked. I just nodded, biting my lip. “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to loose you. Because you are fucking special to me. When I’m with you, I feel a different way than I’ve ever felt with any other girl. Your smile makes me melt. Your laugh is like music to my ears. I don’t know what to say or do when I’m close to you. You make my head go messy and my stomach fill with butterflies. I’m so sorry if I’ve hurt you in any way, Bambi. The girl was some kind of distraction for me, to not think about you. But you know what? That’s impossible for me to do, because you’re in my mind all day long, Bambi. And I don’t know what to do anymore…” he trailed off as he saw a smile appear on my lips. “Well, Jack. As much as I wish I could not, I have to say that I feel sort of in the same way about you,” I admitted. I could see the smile on his lips growing bigger as he heard every word I said. “So you forgive me?” he asked. I laughed a little at his question. “I guess I do. Just promise me you won’t do it again,” I said as he took one step closer to me, if there was possible to get any closer than him and I were now. “I promise,” he said with a low voice, and before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine.

Short one, I know. But I actually enjoyed writing this part - my Gilinsky feels… Let’s say as the other times that I’ll take 5 notes for another post. But if I get more than 5 notes, I probably won’t be able to post it before Sunday or Monday because I’m going to this festival with my friends. And I’m like really excited about that. Again, thank y'all for reading, and a special thanks to my 1,1K BEAUTIFUL followers. Keep sending me fan-mail and questions btw, it’s so nice and you guys make me so happy. And uh, follow me on instagram & twitter! Thanks again!

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