and is my sunshine on a cloudy day

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I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day… When it’s cold outside, I got the– OH MY GOD JAGGED FLAMING ROCKS ARE FALLING FROM THE SKY CORAN WE NEED TO SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY

*Clappin Cheeks*

My peanut butter chocolate cake wit koolaid : Babe wait 

Me : What? Did I hurt you?

My fuckin cinnamon apple : Nah. Did you submit that paper? 

Me: Yea. 

My sunshine on a cloudy day : Okay, just makin sure. Now, choke me.

Me:

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happy 28th birthday kim minseok! I’ve only be lucky enough to celebrate your special day 4 times, but I hope that in the future that you’ll always be happy and healthy. it’s hard to express the unbound affection I have for you, but I’ll try my best! I hope that when you face hardship, you continue to persevere; to work hard no matter what and to never give up your dreams. regardless of your success or failures, I will always look at you with kind eyes. no matter what you decide to do in life, I will try to support you to the best of my abilities. you have so much time ahead of you, I’m certain that you’ll be able to touch even more hearts like you have with mine and so many others already. thank you for being my sunshine on a cloudy day. thank you for always inspiring me, for always giving me a reason to try harder, and helping to better myself as a person. I’m glad we are able to grow together like this, following our own respective paths. I hope that you only have to walk the flower road, but I do understand that every person must face obstacles and hardship to grow and improve as a person. no matter what, I hope that everything you face help shape you into the person you will be tomorrow and way into the future. while I don’t know everything you have gone through, I do know that whatever most of it was, it has helped mold you into the person I see you now. far from perfect, since we’re all human, I still adore you anyways. your flaws that you might nitpick about, the haters who try to bring you down, please know that me and so many others will be here to support you and to lift you up from those painful times. your family, your members and your friends are there for you and that brings comfort to me to know that you’re not alone. regardless of what the future may bring, be unabashedly yourself and don’t be afraid to show the world just how amazing you are.

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( week 16: 4/16 - 4/22 )

with work & finals looming in the distance, my week has become rather gray. this week was inspired by the cloudy days i had, plus the sad skies i’ve been seeing around. the little quotes were the little beams of sunshine that peeked through throughout the week.

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My Girl (Father!Negan X Daughter!Reader)

Based on the song ‘My Girl’ by The Temptations. Enjoy!


I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it’s cold outside I’ve got the month of May.

Everyone rested on their knees kneeling to Negan, watching as he smiled at all of his people. Lucille in his hand, fingers gripped tight around the polished wood as he began to quietly chuckle. “Y'all can stand” his voice boomed, shifting his body 360 degrees as everyone began to rise from their knees. He then turned to his next victim, sitting right in the middle of the large room.

Negan smiled right at him, showing off his pearly white teeth before beginning to laugh. “What’s your name again?” Negan asked. “J-Jason” the man hesitated, obviously scared of what was about to come from the devilish man grinning right in front of him. “Jason, tell me, you see that girl?” Negan asked, pointing right at the balcony, right at you. Jason quickly twisted his head, before looking back at Negan. “S-Sir I-”

I guess you’d say What can make me feel this way?

Negan grabbed his face, cutting him off from his words and turned Jason’s chair around, making him stare right at you. “Her, right there. Do you see that girl, yes or no?” Negan shouted as Jason began to weep. “Yes!” He cried before Negan threw him onto the floor. You watched helplessly, knowing that no matter how much you would scream and cry for him to stop, Negan would never stop.

“Do you mind telling us who that girl is?” Negan bent down to meet face to face with Jason, watching the boy shake with fear. “(Y-Y/N)” he stuttered before Negan chuckled and smacked Jason’s leg with Lucille causing everyone, including you, to flinch once you heard his loud cries. “You don’t deserve to say her name” Negan spat. Jason was sobbing uncontrollably, his fear and pain pouring out.

“I am going to ask you again, who is she?” Negan grabbed Jason by the shirt, holding Jason’s face close to his as Jason trembled. “Y-Your daughter, s-sir” Jason stuttered as Negan threw him back on the floor, and raised his arms in triumph.

“Now, was that so hard?” Negan played, before glancing back up at you and smiling. “My girl, my precious not-so-little girl!” Negan exclaimed, trying to see if he could make you smile, but frowned watching you keep the look of annoyance plastered right on your face.

My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin’ 'bout my girl (my girl)

Negan swerved his body away from you, turning and watching the frightened crowd of his people, all terrified of his future actions. “I know, I may not be the best father. I mean hell, in a shit time like this, I don’t think good fathers even exist. But I know, I’d be a completely shit father if I let this moron talk to my daughter the way he did” Negan spoke loud, his voice echoing within the filled factory. He turned his body back to Jason, looking down at the injured boy.

“I don’t know who raised you,” Negan began, “who fed you, played with you, wiped your fuckin’ ass, but I do know this;” Negan pulled Jason up from the floor, throwing him back into the chair that he was sitting in before, and whacked Jason’s torso with Lucille. Jason’s pained cries were like nails on a chalkboard, everyone flinched and covered their ears, unable to bear the shrieks of pain. You had enough and left, feeling hot tears of embarrassment and disappointment streaming down your face.

“You do not ever, ever speak to a woman like that, especially my fuckin’ daughter! Do you understand me, or do I have to repeat myself like I’ve been doin’ for the last 50 fuckin’ times!” Negan shouted. Jason could only get out the slightest of whimpers before Negan shouted for him to answer. “Y-Yes! I-I’m sorry! But p-please, let me g-go!” Jason cried before Negan scoffed. He looked back up at the spot you used to be, before leaning away from Jason’s face and looking back down at the boy.

“I’m not fuckin’ finished with you”

I’ve got so much honey The bees envy me I’ve got a sweeter song Than the birds in the trees

You were locked in your room, sobbing into a pillow, feeling your heart twisted and torn from Negan’s actions. You felt betrayed and alone, like both of your parents had died. Losing your mother at a young age, before all of this happened, was hard enough, but now your father acting like this, killing innocent people, to say you were disappointed would be an understatement.

Three loud bangs cascaded from the other side of your door, you shifted your body as the door slowly opened, revealing Negan with a bloodied Lucille slung over his shoulder.

I guess you’d say What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin’ 'bout my girl (my girl)

“Baby, I’m so-”

“Can you just leave? You are the last person I want to see right now.”

Negan frowned, setting Lucille down by your door before closing it and stepping towards your bed, sitting next to you. “You are so stubborn, just like your mother,” Negan chuckled “just like your mother.” he repeated softly to himself before shaking his head.

“I know you know I haven’t been the same since she died, hell, I haven’t been the same since she got goddamn cancer. But you, you’re the reason why I haven’t completely lost my mind. You kept me in place” Negan spoke softly, this was a side of Negan you haven’t experienced since you were a little girl, it felt like a completely different person.

Negan looked over at you, and chuckled. His smile was big as he continued to look over your facial features which he found completely identical to your mothers. “I know you’re not happy with the way I do things, Baby. But this is who I am, this is how I keep us safe!” You cringed at the use of your old nickname; Baby. Your mothers favorite movie was Dirty Dancing and she began to call you Baby after you had told her you wanted to dance just like Baby.

Though Negan despised the movie, the nickname did stick with him and he has used it ever since, but as you got older you began to hate the nickname, as it reminded you of the times that used to be.

I don’t need no money, fortune or fame I’ve got all the riches, baby One man can claim

“Don’t call me Baby” you muttered, before Negan was taken aback, his eyes widening at your fierce attitude. “What did you just say to me?” He grumbled, his short temper now sparked. “Don’t call me that dumb nickname, don’t even think about it! Only my dad is allowed to call me that and right now I don’t know where he is!” You shouted, as Negan furrowed his eyebrows.

“Who do you think you are, talkin’ to me like that, after I just defended you from that dick-wipe who completely treated you like a piece of trash!” Negan shouted back at you, his voice obviously louder than yours. “I’m not that little eight year old anymore, I can handle myself! I taught myself how to survive without a dad, because a dad is the complete opposite of what you are!” You cried, watching a rare look of horror play out on Negan’s face.

guess you’d say What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin’ 'bout my girl (my girl)

Negan grabbed you off of the bed, holding you in his arms, close to his chest. “No matter how much you hate me, I’m always gonna love you. You make think I’m unfair, but I’m doing what I need to do to survive and keep your ass safe, because keepin’ your ass safe is what your mother would want. I want what she wants. So hate me all you want, you can even kill me right now, but if you did, I’d still take a bullet right between the fuckin’ eyes to protect you” Negan spoke, as tears began to fill your eyes, you didn’t know how to react.

You couldn’t help but pull him into a tight him, whispering soft 'I’m sorry’s’ into his ear. You definitely have never seen this side of him for a long time, and you couldn’t have been more relieved to know that he still had his soft spot for you. His sunshine, his Baby, his girl.


That was really bad. I apologize. I might rewrite this.
Good Girl Ch 38: Sunshine and Rainbows Turned Into A Cloudy Day (M)

“Daddy.”

Kai and Sehun don’t even try to hide their giggles when I walk out of the closet. Their eyes turn into slits as they start laughing making me huff cutely before turning on my heel to walk back in to change. Kai manages to catch me and pull me into a hug.

“Sorry baby, but you just look so cute!” He coos at me. I pout when he holds me at arms length, eyeing me up and down as he licks his lips. I can’t help but blush under his gaze. The white baby doll dress they forced me into makes me look really little and cute, which is what they wanted of course.

“Hyung, stop looking like you are about to eat her, this is for Chen hyung,” Sehun snatches me away. I let the younger man drag me down the hall towards Chen’s room. In my thigh high stockings I’m easily pulled along to the door where Sehun quickly knocks before rushing back down the hall faster than I’ve ever seen him move. Worry washes over me at not just his actions but the way they all have been acting with Chen. Apparently there was some big test today that he was too busy to study for and he didn’t think he did well on it. I’ve also found out that only two things can really stress him out, his grades and me. And with me being gone the whole weekend not to mention the, um, business stuff they did he is really stressed.

In fact he hasn’t left his room since I’ve been home, he’s locked himself in for the whole night before storming off to class by himself when he usually rides with Baekhyun to school. Guilt is rocking me for making him worry and stress so much, which made it easy for Sehun and Kai to talk me into doing this for him. So now here I am standing in front of his door, basically shaking in my socks at the thought of him possibly being mad at me for possibly bombing his test. And when the door flies open and he’s standing there with a scowl on his face, in that moment I’m ready to start crying and apologizing. But only for that moment.

His face softens as the sight of me, his eyes scan me up and down taking in the stupid outfit I put on for him. A small smile appears on his face, “Baby.”

I give him my best smile before spinning around in a little circle, “Do you like it?”

“Oh, I love it! You look so cute! Who picked this out?” Chen pulls me into his room, making sure to close and lock the door behind me.

“This is the one daddy Kai picked out when I went shopping for a birthday dress.”

“And you’re actually wearing it? I would have picked something like this if I didn’t think you would have rejected it.”

“Do you really like it that much?” I giggle at the massive grin that grew on his face.

“I love you in that dress that much,” He pulls me close and kisses me softly.

When he pulls away I smile sadly at him, “I’m sorry about your test.”

“It’s okay baby,” He quickly pushes the thought away, far too focused on my to even think back to the test. “I can retake it, hell I could drop out if I wanted to.”

“You’re just saying that because you are distracted by something else.”

“I am very focused right now,” He mumbles unable to take his eyes away from me. “How would feel about keeping the dress on?”

“I can where it for as long as you want, I just kind of figured you’d want to, um…” I blush, still unable to say it.

“Oh, I do,” He doesn’t explain further, he just pulls me back in for another kiss, this one is a little less innocent. I wrap my arms around his neck and smile into the kiss when he picks me up and carries me over to the bed. His attempt to set me down doesn’t work well when I’m able to roll us over so I’m giggling on top of him. “You’ve put on a little weight haven’t you,” He teases as he feels up my thighs that are straddling his waist.

“Daddy that’s mean! I’m trying to be sexy for you,” I swat at his chest only to have him catch my hands in one of his and flip us over so he’s on top.

He chuckles at the little whine that escapes my lips, “I’m not being mean, and you are doing a very good job being sexy for me. I’m happy you are putting some much-needed meat on your bones. Your thighs are so full, I can’t see your ribs anymore when I give you a bath, I’m happy you don’t look like a skeleton anymore.”

“Daddy, I’m supposed to be making you feel better, not the other way around,” I buck my hips against his making the man groan.

“This is making me feel good. I just want you to know how much you are wanted and needed here. You were gone for a weekend, not even a full 48 hours and I couldn’t focus on anything but you.” He sighs before leaning in and burying his face in the crook of my neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I leave a trail of kisses down his neck. “But now stop with this fluffiness. Where is my silly daddy who can hardly ever keep a straight face?”

He leans back with a smile on his face, “Okay, I’m done, now back to the little hip thrusts you were doing before.”

“You mean these?” I buck against him again.

“Exactly,” He grins as he kisses me a few times as his hands slide up my thighs to the exposed skin in between my stockings and lace panties. “I love these stockings, who the fuck dressed you?”

“Kai and Sehun,” I say breathlessly, already worked up just from his small touches.

“I’m surprised they know how to put such nice lingerie on, garter and everything. I figured their talent would be in taking it off.” We laugh even as he peels off my panties and throws them aside we lay there, just enjoying each other’s company. This is what I love about Chen, he can make such intense and intimate acts funny and silly. Especially when he crawls off the bed to take his pants off, but not as smoothly as he was hoping. The cute man ends up tumbling to the floor with his pants still half on leaving me dying on the bed, clutching my stomach as laugh. When he manages to get his pants off he stands tall like it didn’t happen, “Are you laughing at me little girl?”

I have to force myself to stop laughing and press my lips in a tight line so giggles can’t spill out, “Nope.” But I can’t, I really can’t at the sight of his SpongeBob boxers that leave me dying in laughter once again. He quickly climbs back on the bed and pins me down but I neither one of us can take his dominate look seriously. After about five minutes of us trying to get all the laughs out we are able to try and continue.

“Okay baby girl, I’m being serious now,” He tries to keep his face serious. I help by not cracking up again, instead I look up at him with wide innocent eyes.

“Okay, Daddy, I’m sorry.”

He cracks a smile at that, “Good girl. Now tell me something baby, do you know how to make daddy feel really good?”

I bite my lip and nod, “Of course.” He flips us back over so I’m on top before scooting back until his head rests on the pile of pile of pillows at the top of the bed. His legs are open slightly, inviting me in between. I lick my lips as I crawl up to him, opening his legs a little wider, dragging my nails up his bare legs until I reach his boxers. Not breaking eye contact I pull his boxers down like he did to me and toss them away. I lean forward, looking away for just a second to kiss the head of pink manhood. After a few soft kitten licks I look back up making sure he’s watching as I take the whole thing into my mouth.

He can’t keep his eyes open when I begin to bob up and down, his head tips back as his hands find their way to my hair. My hands are resting on his hips to make sure he doesn’t buck into my mouth like I know he’s dying to do. I slurp and suck him for all he’s worth until he is moan in both pleasure and frustration. Upset that I won’t let him fuck my mouth, last time he got a little too rough giving me a sore throat and him a beating from the others so I’m trying to do us both a favor. But he doesn’t appreciate it and the next thing I know Chen moves behind me and pushing me into the mattress.

“Baby, were you teasing daddy?” He purrs in my ear. My ass is up in the air with skirt pushed out of the way, giving him a perfect view of what he wanted to see.

“Of course not,” I stammer out when I feel his hands caressing my ass. I hold my breath waiting for what’s to come. As if on cue his hand comes down hard on my left cheek, the sting makes me yelp but it would be a lie to say I wasn’t getting me wet.

“Oh, you also lied to me, that’s another one,” I can hear the grin in his voice as he spanks me again. He rubs my red cheek, even places a few kisses on it to help with the sting. He surprises me by sliding himself into me without warning. I let out a mixed moan and yelp, making the man above me laugh. “Did I surprise you baby?” I can’t get myself to respond, my mind is spinning and my body tries to adjust to his size for a second before he starts thrusting slowly.

We both moan as he lazily pumps in and out, he leans over me, leaving kisses across my shoulders. His hands wrap around my body to find my breasts, his skilled hands massage and pinch at them threw the thin fabric, earning more moans from me and building up the already wound knot in my belly. Neither of us last very long, after a few more thrusts we are both grinding frantically threw our orgasms.

He pulls out of me before quickly pulling my dress off and holding me close to cuddle. I give him a questioning look, “I thought you liked the dress?”

“I do, I just prefer to feel your skin against mine instead of that itchy fabric.”

“Good to know,” I hum as I snuggle in to his embrace and he pulls the covers over us.

“I never got to ask, how was your weekend? He didn’t do anything to you right?” He wonders as he tucks my head under his chin.

I bite my lip, happy Chen can’t see my face right now, he would know something was wrong, “Of course not. It was really fun.”

“Any chance you are willing to tell me what we did in your dream? Luhan hyung told me that you thought we were going to kill you.” I don’t answer. “I take that as a no.”

“You didn’t really do anything,” I sigh, “You just encouraged it like normal.”

“What do you mean?”

’Make sure it hurts Yeol, I want to hear her scream.’” I repeat what the cold man in my dream said.

“What was Chanyeol doing?”

I burry my face deeper into his chest, not wanting anything to do with the memoires of that nightmare but I manage to choke it out, “He was going to rip out my teeth.”

………………………

The next morning

“Do we have to let her go?” Sehun whines at the breakfast table where he has been holding me hostage on his lap. The others try to ignore him and the irritation they are all feeling.

“It’s a deal Sehun we all knew this was going to happen. At least we got an extra day with her,” Suho reasons with a sigh, even though he understands he is still upset. I can’t really blame them. It’s Tuesday, Jiyong’s day with me and just like my daddies, I’m unnerved at the idea of seeing him again so soon. But mine is for a different reason.  I told him that I love him. I’m so freaking nervous I feel so tempted to ask my daddies to call him and tell him that I’m sick or something but that would raise questions on why I don’t want to go. That isn’t something I want to deal with right now.

“You guys will have her all day so you have not right to complain,” Kris sneers.

“We only have three classes with her,” Kai corrects.

“That’s more then any of us,” Tao snaps back.

“Can we not fight about this?” I ask meekly.

“Why can’t you just tell him you don’t want to see him today, that you want to skip this week?” Sehun asks hopefully.

I shake my head, “He’ll get mad.”

“Why would ask such a stupid question Sehun? We all know she would never cancel her night with her favorite oppa,” Xiumin growls not even looking in my direction.

“Daddy Xiumin,” I start but he doesn’t bother to listen.

“I don’t want to hear it today baby. You have fun with him tonight, I’m going to be staying late in the office today and I’m heading in earlier so see you all in the morning.” Xiumin is on his feet and heading to his room at his last word. I watch him go with my mouth hanging open, dumbstruck and upset that he didn’t even let me tell him to go ahead and call.

“Hyung’s crabby today,” Kai grumbles.

Kris tsk at us, “Can you really blame him? Hyungnim just gets to take her whenever he wants because she wants to go. If any of us tired that someone would pop and say it’s unfair and we’d end up having everyone getting together. The only one who can say no to Hyungnim is Jooyoung and she won’t do it. And it’s really fucking unfair that he can have you to himself for a night out, I wish I could take you on a date. Take you to a nice dinner where we could just talk and talk like you do with him. To bad I’d have to wait my turn.” He stands up and storms off like Xiumin.

The room goes silent except for the sound of me breathing deeply to keep myself from crying. I feel like my heart has been ripped out, I’m an asshole. I always forget how greedy I  am, I have all twelve of them and I barely get to give all of them that much attention. A tear slides down my cheek that I quickly wipe away.

Sehun tries to hold me tighter but I jump out of his embrace, “Baby, they are just irritated, don’t be upset.”

“You don’t understand how hard it is to have to share you with each other let alone another guy who is obviously trying to steal you away. You just don’t ever think about all the drama that follows,” Suho tries to say it gently but I can hear the bitterness he has for me in his voice.

“I’m sorry, I’m just constantly told not to think about anything really that doesn’t have to do with rainbows and fucking sunshine,” I give them a bitter sweet smile. “Can someone take me to school? I’m want to get out of your hair as soon as possible this morning so I don’t cause anymore drama.”

“Baby-“ Baekhyun starts but I cut him off.

“I can call Jihyo if you want or the boys, whatever is less drama for you. Hell I’ll walk if that makes it easier for you,” I laugh humorlessly.

“Jooyoung, please stop talking like that!” Luhan both demands and begs.

“I’ll call them on my way,” I rush towards the door where my backpack is waiting.

“I’m getting my keys,” Lay yells from behind me, “Baby, please wait.”

The Start Of Something New

The Start Of Something New
(AU)Avengers x Reader, Bucky x Reader
Warnings: None?

Summary: You’re Clint’s little sister. He brought his friends home to hang out for the night. A movie and a round of karaoke starts something new in you’re life.

*
“Hey ugly.”

You roll your eyes as your older brother runs down stairs and kisses the top of your head.

“What are you making?”

“Umm a sandwich?“you said,” want one?“

"Nah I’m good,” he takes out several bowls and bags of chips.

“Going to eat your problems away again are you?”

“Uh, no.”

“I’m bringing some friend over tonight,” he says.

You froze and so did he when he saw you staring at the peanut butter you were just currently spreading.

“Uh (Y/n)?"he says worriedly,” you okay there buddy?“

You put the knife down and turn to him.

"You? Clint Barton. Have friends?”

He rolls his eyes and walks away.

You laugh evilly to yourself and called out,“ LOVE YOU.”

You heard a quiet,“ whatever,” coming from the living room.

*

It was 7pm when all of Clint’s friends came.

They sat around the couch and the floor to watch a movie.

You began to go back upstairs so you wouldn’t bother them.

“Hey (Y/n), why don’t you join us?”

You turn to see Steve smiling at you, he was one of the only friends of Clint that you’ve met. Other than Natasha of course.

“Oh no it’s okay,"you said shyly,” I don’t want to be a bother.“

"No, seriously, he’s right. Join us,” Clint says taking a sip of his drink.

You sighed,“ fine.”

*
You were sitting between Bucky, Steve’s best friend, and Pietro, a new friend Clint recently made.

During the movie, Pietro would constantly look at you and you would catch him staring. He would just give you a smirk every time you caught him. At one point, he puts his arms around your shoulders and pull you close. You didn’t mind, he seems like a great guy. You weren’t quick to judge someone you didn’t know.

Clint looked your way and noticed how close you two were.

He stands up and walks to the kitchen.

“Ah, (Y/n)?” he calls from the pantry,“ can you give me a hand?”

You get out of Pietro’s hold and you just see his bottom lip out like a child.

“Sorry,” you whisper to him, then quickly ran to the kitchen.

“What’d you need help with?”

“Nothing, I just needed to talk to you.”

“About?”

“Speedy over there,” he nods his head over to where Pietro was sitting.

“Speedy? Why?”

“He’s quick to get girls, I don’t know him well enough yet to let you go flirt with him but I do know that he’s a player. Okay?”

“Okay, thanks Clint,” you gave your brother a hug,“ thanks for not letting me waste my time on a guy like that.”

You and Clint were pretty close to each other. So times like these we’re not awkward at all.

You walked back to your seat and sat back down between Speedy and Bucky.

Pietro wraps his arm around you again, but this time you grabbed his hand and unwrapped it from your shoulders.

“What are you doing?”

“Shhhhh,” you hushed, pressing your finger against your lips,“ movie’s playing.”

You hear a soft chuckle coming from next to you and you turn to look.

Bucky looks at you with a smile and shakes his head.

*
As the movie finished, Natasha screams,“ time for karaoke!”

“Oh yes!!” you hear Tony says, he was one of Clint’s older friends.

Clint hands the microphone to Steve with a smirk. “C'mon Captain,” he says,“ sing.”

“Captain?” You questioned.

“He’s was captain of our team remember?, back in high school.”

You forgot that Steve and Clint went to the same school and played football together.

“Mm, oh yeah,"you hummed,” I forgot.“

Steve takes the microphone and grabs the little booklet that has all the songs.

He chooses one quickly and began to sing ‘My Girl’ by The Temptations.

"I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day
When it’s cold outside I’ve got the month of May.”

You look to your left without moving your head and see Bucky swaying and totally feeling the music.

When Steve would say ‘my girl’, Bucky would sing back up and you would start cracking up.

After he was done, Steve gave Bucky the mic and he happily took it.

“Clint, do you have another mic?” he has.

“Uhh yeah I think so,” he says, looking for it in the cabinet,“ are you going to be doing a duet with someone?”

“Yeah,” Buck says grabbing the mic from Clint,“ thanks man.”

Bucky looks at you with a smirk and hands you the other mic.

“Oh I don’t sing,” you awkwardly laugh.

“So? Who cares,” he says.

“I do!”

“It’ll be fun, c'mon.”

“Fine.”

You take the mic from him and he smiles. He picks a song without asking you but you knew the song by the familiar tune.

“High School Musical? Really?”

“I think it would be a perfect song for us to sing,” he chuckles.

You rolled your eyes,“ whatever.”

You secretly were very happy, and you can see Clint smiling at you from the other couch, knowing that having a 'Troy and Gabriella’ moment was all you ever wanted when you were 14.

“Livin’ in my own world
Didn’t understand
That anything can happen,” Bucky starts singing, and then looks at you,“ when you take a chance.”

You look away from him and stare at the screen,“ I never believed in, what I couldn’t see. I never opened my heart (B:Ohh) to all the possibilities, ooh.”

You both look at each other.


[Both] I know…
[You] That something has changed
[Both] Never felt this way
[You] And right here tonight
[Both] this could be the…

At once you both jump up, now standing on the couch.

[Both] Start of somethin’ new
[You] It feels so right
[Both] To be here with you, ooh
And now lookin’ in your eyes
[You] I feel in my heart
[Bucky] Feel in my heart
[Both] The start of somethin’ new
[Bucky] Ohhhh, yeahh

Everyone started screaming and cheering.

[Bucky] Now who’d of ever thought that… oh
[Both] We’d both be here tonight… yeah

You started gaining more and more confidence.

[You] Oh yeah, the world looks so much
brighter
[Bucky] Brighter, brighter

Bucky was totally feeling the song and you were pretty sure that he felt like he was Zac Efron.

[You] Oh, with you by my side
[Bucky] By my side
[Both] I know… that somethin’ has changed
Never felt this way
[You] oh I know it for real
[Both} This could be the…

You both jump off of the couch and walk around the small coffee table in the middle of the room. Everyone in the room started screaming the next part in the top of their lungs.

“START OF SOMETHIN’ NEW
IT FEELS SO RIGHT TO BE HERE WITH YOU… OH
AND NOW… LOOKIN’ IN YOUR EYES
I FEEL IN MY HEART
THE START OF SOMETHIN’ NEW”

[Bucky] I never knew that it could happen
'Til it happened to me
Ohhhh, yeah

He was walking towards you while he sang like they did in the movie.

[Both] I didn’t know it before
[You] But now it’s easy to see
[Both] Ohhhhh

By this part of the song, you two were already breathing heavily and you flopped back down on the couch to finish the song.

[Both] It’s the start of something new
It feels so right to be here with you… oh
And now… lookin’ in your eyes
I feel in my heart
That it’s the start of somethin’ new
It feels so right
[Bucky] So right… oh
[You] To be here with you… oh
[Both] And now…
[You} Lookin’ in your eyes
[Bucky] Lookin’ in your eyes
[You] I feel in my heart
[Bucky] Feel in my heart
[You] The start of somethin’ new
[Bucky] The start of somethin’ new
[You look into Buck’s eyes] The start of somethin’ new
[Bucky looks into your eyes as well] Somethin’ new

Everything started to fade and you can hear Steve chanting quietly to himself,“ kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss.”

“Okay my turn!"Pietro says loudly and snatches the mic from Bucky, ruining the moment.

Pietro has his moment and sings his heart away while you and Bucky are breathing heavily on the couch, trying to catch your breath.

You lay your head on his lap and he begins to play with your hair.

The feeling made your eyes roll into the back of your head. You loved it when people played with your hair and you would fall asleep every time someone would do so.

*
"You wanna stay over Buck?”

Bucky looks up to see Clint standing in front of him.

“Oh, everyone’s left already?”

“Yup, we tried talking to you but you were too busy in your own world, playing with my sleeping sister’s hair.”

“Oh shoot, Clint I’m sorry.”

“Nah it’s alright,"he says walking upstairs,” take her to her room would you? And the guest bedroom is right next to hers.“

"Alright, thanks Clint.”

“No problem, I’ll be up in your room, fixing the bed.”

Clint disappears as he ascend up the stairs.

“Come on doll, let’s go to bed.”

You mumbled,“okay,"on his thigh.

"There’s literally a pool of drool on my thigh right now,"he grumbled.

You giggle and it makes him smile.

"Okay c'mon, let’s go.”
Bucky lifts you over his shoulder and you start giggling.

As he goes up the stairs, your head would hit his back on every step.

“Buckyyyyy.”

He chuckles,“ sorry doll.”

He continues carrying you like this and walks to your room.

He throws you on your bed lightly.

“Look how soaked my leg is,” he says, glaring at you.

You giggle,“ sorry.”

He bites back a smile,“ alright, good night doll.”

He kisses your forehead and you watch him walk out your door.

“Night Buck.”

Bucky closes the door lightly behind him and he moves next door to the guest room.

Clint was in there fixing the bed sheets.

“Alright Buck, everything looks good,” Clint says smoothing out the sheets.

“Thanks Clint,” Bucky says patting him on the back.

Clint tells him good night and walks out the door.

Right before he shuts it, Bucky blurts out really fast,“ would you be mad if I asked out your sister?”

Clint walks back in with a black face.

Buck couldn’t tell if he was surprise, mad, or confused.

Clint let’s out a chuckle,“ no, no I won’t. I rather you than Maximoff.”

“Really?"Bucky says happily. "Thanks man.”

“Yeah yeah,” Clint says walking back out,“ you’re a great guy Barnes, but break her heart, I’ll break your arm. Got it?”

“Yes sir.”

Clint nods and shuts the door.

Bucky jumps on the bed and screams out into a pillow. He couldn’t contain his excitement and he couldn’t wait to ask you the question tomorrow morning.

A/N: Let me know what you think!
I will be starting to post every Friday :)

RvB Rare Pair Week Masterpost

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When posed with the question, “What do you dislike most about yourself?” I paused for a moment, just long enough to organize my thoughts, and wrote down the words, “Nothing. I love myself.” This question is one that seems to come up often, in something as cliche as personality quizzes and in something as casual as conversations with new friends. It’s supposed to be something easy to answer. I’m supposed to hand over a piece of myself to someone else with a note that says, “This is the worst part of me.” I’m supposed to brace myself for their agreements when they say, “I understand, maybe you could work on that,” or let my guard down, let them walk right in, when they say, “No, I love that part about you!” I’m supposed to carefully package my insecurities and seal them with modesty, delivering them like presents on Christmas morning. I’m supposed to give a simple answer, to which they will give a simple response, and we will all move on.

But I don’t.

The response is always the same. A lighthearted chuckle, a smile that doesn’t quite reach their eyes, a look that says, “That’s cute,” or “You’re kidding, right?” A high-five, a pat on the back, a fist bump. And then, “No, but seriously.”

How do I say, in the most serious way, that I am serious?

I do not want to stand in front of a mirror and pick myself apart to appease others. I will not go looking in the lost and found, searching for pieces of myself that I misplaced during math class. There’s a deeply rooted assumption that every teenage girl eagerly waits in line, ready to pull out a long list of problems with herself at the snap of a finger. My list has been in the landfill for awhile now, I try to explain, but no one ever believes me when I assure them that I crumpled it up and threw it into the trashcan years ago. Every compliment from someone else is supposed to be a chance for me to jump through hoops for more, to beg for praise, or to deny their kind words.

And it seems that everytime I say I love myself, I hear an anthem playing in the background with demeaning lyrics disguised as constructive criticism. Maybe this is why I do not say the pledge of allegiance.

I will romanticize myself, like I’m the protagonist every character is falling in love with, or the the muse of a poet’s greatest piece. I will describe my own smile as sunshine on a cloudy day, brighter than the brightest star. I will explain my love for words, for reading them and writing them, with that prize-winning smile on my face and a list of all thirty-three books I’ve read so far this year. I will wear my rainbow bracelets and pride socks and imagine that I am Sappho reincarnated. I will belt out the wrong words to my favorite songs and laugh when I am corrected. I will not shy away from all the amazing truths about myself.

It is always met with resistance. Words not necessarily meant out of malice are tossed at me like darts at a target, with incredible precision. Selfish, narcissistic, conceited, full of yourself, arrogant, overconfident. I love to pose for pictures, to smile in my own phone’s camera, to say, “Wow, I look nice today.” I’ll try on mountains of clothes until I find what’s just right, but the elevator music with tales of modesty as its chorus is a little too much for the background. When did loving my body become the same as disrespecting it?

There is nothing I dislike most about myself. I could always amend my original answer to be the way my cheeks are a little round, or the way I’ve always been subpar at science classes, or the way my hair looks when it rains. But those would be lies, and I love how I am honest with myself.

To those who accuse me of narcissism when I pause in front of a mirror: What is wrong with being in love with your own reflection? Shouldn’t you be happy to see yourself?

—  an essay i wrote for english class.
My Girl (dad!Tony x reader)

Request:  Could I request a song fic based on My Girl reader is marrying Steve and Tony is her dad. He doesn’t make it back in time from a mission and she’s upset but he gets back in time for the father/daughter dance to that song? :D Thanks!

I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day.

When it’s cold outside I’ve got the month of May.

I guess you’d say

What can make me feel this way?

My girl (my girl, my girl)

Talkin’ ‘bout my girl (my girl).

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