back road drives

Run away with me. Stay in a cheap, outdated hotel with me because that’s the only place we can afford, and drive down the car-infested highways with me in a beat up old van and park in the middle of an dark, empty field with me and lay a blanket on the hood and let’s gaze at the diamond-encrusted sky for a couple of hours. The world is our movie theater, the fireflies our actors, the clouds our scenery, our eyes the cameras. Dance with me in the rain, and roll the windows down to let the summer breeze dry our clothes as we race down the back roads.
Drive into the city with me. Let’s explore the dirty sidewalks of this concrete jungle and take pictures of our sparkling eyes and unkempt hair that glow in the light of the neon signs. Wear your fanciest clothes with me, and let’s have a night on the town window shopping and and dancing and telling secrets and pretending to own the world. We can’t afford to eat anywhere but the cheap diner with the crappy coffee, but we pretend like we’re in a 5-star restaurant, and with our imaginations, it is one.
Travel up the mountains and across the rivers with me. Let’s climb until our arms are sore and sunburnt, swim until our legs ache, and explore until we know every nook and cranny of the earth like the backs of our hands. No mountain is too high and no valley too low and no plain too wide when we explore together. We might not be able to afford fancy clothes and expensive things, but these kind of mind-broadening experiences are free and worth more than all the lamborghinis and louboutins in the world.
Run away with me. I promise you won’t regret a thing.
—  emvincible-b
Cold (Yoongi x Reader)

- pt 1 -

words: 3,687

genre: angst

summary: he always had a cold personality and kept you at a distance

a/n: When you get to the 2nd hospital scene, just insert some random guy’s name idk I was too lazy to actually make one up. Btw I’ve never had a concussion and I don’t know much about hospitals yet, despite being a nursing major (pretty sure South Korea is different from America too). Disclaimer just in case I get some stuff incorrect. Let me know if you want a part two!!

Min Yoongi had always acted cold towards you.

The members tried to justify his behavior, that he was cold to everybody and on the inside, he cared for them all deeply. But it never really seemed that way to you.

You were just an outsider, anyway. That’s what he had called you when you had started to hang out with the boys a lot. An outsider. You tried not to think too much about it. All you did was ignore his presence once you realized he didn’t want to be friends with you.

You didn’t talk to him. He didn’t talk to you.

You sat against the fence of the basketball court, watching the members play basketball with one another. You were okay at basketball, but you weren’t amazing like the other boys were at it, so that’s why you were sat off to the side.

Yoongi had sat down as well, tired from playing so much. It was his favorite sport after all, so of course he went all out for it. You glanced over to him, noticing the far distance between the two of you. He was drinking a bottle of water, sweat dripping down the side of his face.

You looked away soon, trying not to get swayed by his attractiveness. You had a crush on him, but you knew that you had no chance by the way he treated you so coldly. Even the members themselves told you that he wasn’t ever going to date anyone. They said something about him not wanting to get intimate or share his emotions with someone else.

It was pretty obvious that he didn’t even like you anyway.

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anonymous asked:

hi! Do you know any hot bed sharing fics? Also do you know any fics where sherlock is self-deprecating and john just showers him with love? Thanks!!

Hi Nonny! 

I actually currently have a bed-sharing fic rec list here so you can check that out there! Here are some others I don’t have on that list that I’m currently sorting:

Feel your breathing by Mixxy (T, 2,129 w. || Post-TRF, Cuddling, Separation Anxiety, Platonics) – And he was numb yet feeling far too much, he was back on that pavement, and his mind was buzzing far too hard, whispering you didn’t do it in time, Mrs. Hudson is dead, Lestrade is dead, your John is dead dead dead- And then John’s hand was around his wrist, thumb rubbing over his pulse point, and Sherlock’s not sure if it was to comfort him or John but either way it worked.

Turn the key, and come home by TooManyChoices (M, 2,718 w. || Angst/Humour, First Time/Kiss, Happy Ending) – Sherlock and John have been dancing around what’s between them for years. Will John return to Baker Street, and if so, will things ever be the same?

Lie-In by scullyseviltwin (E, 2,540 w. || Bed Sharing, Morning After, Fluff) – “I can’t believe you drank an entire bottle of wine.”

Assurance by belovedmuerto (T, 2,382 w. || Bed-Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Idiots in Love) – It’s not so much the ‘you’re half-dead, you wanker,’ or even the broken ribs, the hairline fracture of the pelvis, the dislocated shoulder and knee, and the wrenched ankle.

Affirmation by jamlockk (E, 3,096 w. || First Time, Dev. Rel., PWP, Love Declarations, Emotional Sherlock, Comforting John, Gross Fluff) – “Sunlight dappled John’s skin, casting a glow across his spreadeagled form as he dozed among the rumpled sheets. Sherlock knew the expression on his face was hopelessly soft but for once did not care about showing his true feelings so openly. He simply stood there, in the doorway, gazing at the impossibly beautiful man currently snuffling softly in his slumber.” Part 8 of All the ways we love

It Was All Right There In Front of Him (A Five Times Plus One Story) by bees_stories (T, 3,191 w. || 5+1, Protective Idiots, Grooming, Bed Sharing, Lestrade POV) – DI Greg Lestrade is a good detective. But sometimes he doesn’t trust the evidence in front of him, until there’s a compelling reason to do so.

Acceptable Behaviour by bbcatemysoul (M, 3,449 w. || Fluff, Dev. Rel., Miscommunication, First Time) – Sherlock isn’t really sure why John wants to shag him, but he’s certain that if he’s careful to behave properly about it, John can be persuaded to keep doing it. In other news, John is a good boyfriend and Sherlock is an idiot.

One Day Like This by nondeducible (E, 4,872 w. || First Time, Bed-Sharing, Romance, Fluff, Virgin Sherlock) – When Sherlock emerged from the bathroom, the sight before him nearly took his breath away. The only light in the room was the small lamp on the bedside table. John’s skin shone like gold, his hair like the purest silver. He was on his side, facing the empty part of the bed, his outstretched hands ready to embrace whoever climbed in next to him. Sherlock could imagine, just for a second, that this was their shared bed and he was coming back to settle into John’s arms.

Bed-Sharing Between Flatmates by testosterone_tea (T, 5,053 w. || 5 and Ones, Bed Sharing, PTSD John, Science, Whump, Insecure Sherlock) – 5 times Sherlock had an excuse to share John’s bed, and the one time he didn’t need one.

A Terrific Soporific by antietamfalls (T, 11,269 w. || Bed Sharing, Sleepy Cuddles, Fluff, Insomnia, Experiments) – Sherlock, a long-time sufferer of insomnia, is forced to share a bed with John at a hotel while on a case. To his astonishment, he finds that spending the night next to John helps him sleep and becomes determined to maneuver himself back into John’s bed.

Winter’s Delights by Kate_Lear (E, 21,173 w. || Holmes Family, Christmas, Fake Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Bed Sharing, Domestics) – Sherlock takes John home for Christmas to meet the extended Holmes family. Part 1 of Winter’s Delights

Knotted by naughtyspirit (E, 23,166 w. || UST/URT, Cuddling, Sharing Body Heat, Confessions, Kissing, Mastrubation, Frustration, BAMF!John) – John has to cancel a date because of Sherlock’s case, which leads them to be tied up in a basement from which they have to escape. They get wet, get tied up close and John has to step up and save them. Because he’s pretty. And hot. And just a little bit of a BAMF.

Bedtime Stories by Liketheriver (M, 34,388 w. || Emotional H/C, Romance, Angst & Humour, Bed Sharing, John First Person, TRF, John Whump) – John’s POV during Season 2 and beyond when Sherlock takes up semi-permanent residence in his bed. A collection of codas and missing scenes wrapped up into one long fic and topped with a bow that takes the story beyond Reichenbach and into happy territory once more. Part 1 of Bedtime Universe


As for self-depricating Sherlock, Gosh, this is something I really like too, but I think when I was sorting I classed it under my “pining” category… Let me see if I can find any off hand (Sorry if there are repeats; a lot of the ones I have are bed-sharing fics). Note that these are the ones that are tagged; I probably have more but haven’t sorted them yet:

Under The Covers by berlynn_wohl (E, 1,221 w. || Est. Rel., Shy Sherlock, Anal, Fluff) – John would have liked to have the lights on and seen everything, but Sherlock was shy, so they did it this way, always.

Apologies by Sherlock Holmes by ad0rably_0rdinary (G, 1,549 w. || Fluff, Worried Sherlock, Cuddles) – Sherlock sends John off with harsh words, and Sally points out that if he keeps it up, John could leave him. Worried Sherlock ensues, and he blunders his way into a cuddly apology.

29 January 2017 by wearitcounts (Sher_locked_up) (E, 1,765 w. || Anniversary, First Time, Insecure Sherlock, Love Confessions, Post-S4) – “That,” John says, “should have happened years ago. Maybe even the first time.”

The Marriage Proposal Negotiation by Goddess_of_the_Night (G, 2,161 w. || Dev. Rel., Possessive Sherlock, Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, First Kiss, Post Mary) – Sherlock hasn’t ever really done anything the traditional way, so of course it wouldn’t bother him to propose to John even though they’re not even dating. And the fact that John is already on a date with someone else when he decides to do it? Tedious.

Affirmation by jamlockk (E, 3,096 w. || First Time, Dev. Rel., PWP, Love Declarations, Emotional Sherlock, Comforting John, Gross Fluff) – “Sunlight dappled John’s skin, casting a glow across his spreadeagled form as he dozed among the rumpled sheets. Sherlock knew the expression on his face was hopelessly soft but for once did not care about showing his true feelings so openly. He simply stood there, in the doorway, gazing at the impossibly beautiful man currently snuffling softly in his slumber.” Part 8 of All the ways we love

Unmissed by 221b_hound (M, 3,235 w. || Est. Rel., Pet Names, Insecure Sherlock, Worried Sherlock) – John enjoys a good brawl during a case, and Sherlock begins to worry - when they retire, will John get bored? Will John get bored and leave. But even if John isn’t a genius about cases, he knows a thing or two about Sherlock’s panic attacks about them as a couple. With only four days till the wedding, he’s not about to let Sherlock continue with this misplaced notion that John will be bored in retirement. Part 20 of Unkissed

Acceptable Behaviour by bbcatemysoul (M, 3,449 w. || Fluff, Dev. Rel., Miscommunication, First Time) – Sherlock isn’t really sure why John wants to shag him, but he’s certain that if he’s careful to behave properly about it, John can be persuaded to keep doing it. In other news, John is a good boyfriend and Sherlock is an idiot.

Rumpled by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 3,601 w. || Est. Rel., Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, PWP, Proposal, Bottomlock) – Then, halfway through a documentary on river otters that neither of them was paying attention to–how could John, with a gangly, limp consulting detective practically purring in his lap?–Sherlock suddenly bolted upright, looked at John with a perplexed expression and a crinkle above his nose, and blurted, “Marry me.” Part 4 of Longitudinal Cohort

Bed-Sharing Between Flatmates by testosterone_tea (T, 5,053 w. || 5 and Ones, Bed Sharing, PTSD John, Science, Whump, Insecure Sherlock) – 5 times Sherlock had an excuse to share John’s bed, and the one time he didn’t need one.

the lingering taste of orange juice by darcylindbergh (G, 5,824 w. || Pining Sherlock, Fluff, Miscommunications, Humour) – Sherlock felt the familiar heat surge in his abdomen again at the touch: hope strung taut between head and heart as in all the quiet moments between them, when Sherlock sometimes got the clues all mixed up and thought maybe John felt something too. For once, Sherlock is the idiot.

All the Flavours, Cherry and More by cwb (E, 6,274 w. || Est. Rel., Lip Gloss, Lingerie, Birthday Presents, Insecure Sherlock) – Sherlock feels a blush rising to touch his cheeks, more sensual than uncomfortable now that he knows John isn’t disgusted by him. No, John is responding exactly the way he had hoped.

Abatement by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 6,816 w. || Est. Rel., Retirementlock, Fluff, Sherlock’s Self Esteem, Grumpy Sherlock) – “What’s wrong with you? You love the cottage,” John glances over to the passenger seat, then quickly turns his eyes back to the road. Driving was still not his forte, but considering Sherlock still couldn’t properly bend and lift his new knee enough to press and release the clutch, he had to make do. Not that Sherlock hadn’t tried to argue his way into the driver’s seat. “I love the cottage for a week or two, John. Don’t be deliberately obstuse,” Sherlock grumbles, sinking further in his seat. Well, as best he can with a four-week-old knee replacement. “And that’s all we’re going for, love,” John says out loud. But what he’s thinking is, shit. He knows.

In Which “John” Becomes a Synonym for “Help” by asignoftwo (T, 7391 w. || Injured John, Worried Sherlock, Fluff) –  After the fall Sherlock returns to Baker Street and is reunited with John. When John is injured on a case Sherlock is faced with the reality that he could lose John again, and it tears him apart.

High and Tight, Soft and Loose by cwb (E, 7,429 w. || Jealous John, Miscommunications / Misunderstandings, First Kiss / Time, BAMF John, Insecure Sherlock, Clueless Sherlock, Junk Size, UST / RST) – John pressed the knuckle of his index finger against his mouth and sighed. “So, you’re coiled like a spring and ready to be … sprung?” “If you want to be pedestrian about it, yes.” “Like I said, you should do something about that.” “And like I said, pedestrian. What would you have me do? Take up jogging? Yoga? Oh! Unless you mean –” “I don’t mean anything. Let’s drop it.”

For you, there’s only me by shock_blanket (E, 19,557 w. || Jealous Idiots, Virgin Sherlock, UST/RST, Pining, Miscommunication, First Kiss / Time, Insecure Sherlock, Masturbation) – Sherlock realizes he has fallen in love with John, but believes he is unlovable. Cue lots of pining and jealousy on Sherlock’s part, followed by our favorite cuddly marksman making it all better. Because for Sherlock, there’s only John.

State of Flux by Atiki (E, 24,655 w. || Sherlock POV, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Friends to Lovers, Frottage, Cuddles and Snuggles, Awkwardness, Insecure/Virgin Sherlock, Romance) – John’s marriage is over and he is finally back home (i.e. at Baker Street, where he belongs). Sherlock is awfully insecure and John is awfully hesitant, and they’re both awkward idiots, of course, but they figure it out. Many First Times happen.

a good old-fashioned happy ending by darcylindbergh (E, 32,731 w. || Christmas, Frottage, Comfort, Est. Rel., Fluff, Insecure Sherlock) – For Christmas this year, Sherlock wants to get John something special: something every fairytale deserves. Part 2 of things fairy tales are made of

Bedroom Tales by Junejuly15 (M, 49,950 w. || Friends to Lovers, Through the Years, H/C, Military Kink, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Insecure Sherlock, Voyeurism, Post-TRF, Ficlets, Fluff and Angst, Fix-It Fics) – Bedroom Tales is a collection of John and Sherlock ficletsThey are set at various stages of their relationship and are in no particular order. Some are fluffy, some sexy, some angsty, there is hurt and comfort, romance and love. What unites them is that they all play in a bedroom, but not necessarily the one in 221B.

Breakable by MissDavis (E, 117,627 w. || Established, Fluff/Angst, Depression, Paralysis, Happy-ish Ending) – After John is seriously injured, Sherlock struggles to figure out how to help him, keep himself sane, and maybe, just maybe, get their life back to the way it’s supposed to be. Part 1 of Breakable Not Broken

Definitions by siennna (T, 101,528 w. || Dev. Rel., Pining, Fluff and Romance, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Cuddles) – Sherlock’s journey in defining his flat mate and stumbling through the muddled world of emotion.{{This feels complete; the chapter count is listed as ? but I feel like it is done}}


Clearly this isn’t all I have, but I’m always open to having more of insecure Sherlock fics if anyone’s got them! Hope these satisfy you lovely!

So uh, it’s still raining. My house is another road past the ones on the lake thing and up a bit higher so it’s gonna be a looot more water before I flood, but this is getting crazy. 

Season 4 Finale Meta

The 100 never does the expected. I thought season 4 was going to show the breakdown of existing systems of leadership. Instead it showed that while some did reject those systems, the majority were willing to cling to them even if it meant the death of literally everyone. The entire human race. Like Dante, like Lexa, and like Pike. Doubling down on the very flaws that led to their downfall instead of changing. Actually actively rejecting change. It’s a consistent theme throughout the show, a cyclical portrayal of choices and consequences on both the large population and small individual scale. Our heroes are the ones who change and adapt.

The season 4 finale did this brilliantly, paralleling the bunker and Unity Day. Clans/stations forced to come together to survive. History almost repeating with Octavia on her way to massacre an entire clan just as the 13th station was destroyed to form the Ark. Only this time Kane and Jaha were in time to prevent it, unlike the commander of the 13th station and Becca’s departure to Earth.

I’m excited to see how the bunker is going to be representative of the old systems, the Ark and the Commander, particularly with Octavia as the leader. The girl with no clan, who suffered being born in one and has rejected both, ironically appears to be the one who will be taking those same systems into the future, an enforcer instead of a delinquent. And it will be brutal if the finale was any indication of how she will lead.

Before season 4 I thought that it was going to be individuals that would represent the old systems, characters like Jaha who were part of the previous power structures. Instead the show is going back to the Ark with a delinquent in charge of an amalgamation of violent systems proven to be cruel and unsustainable, with what I think will be the old guard (Jaha, Kane, Abby, possibly Indra) trying to prevent a repeat of history instead of representing it.

I’ve been absent for a while and probably missed a lot so I’m going to tag some peeps who can hopefully fill me in on the spec in this direction:

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Unknown King - Part VI

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Great Gatsby AU

Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.

A/N: I definitely went overboard on this one, it’s really long! Sugar daddy bucky is about to emerge. If you want to be tagged just ask! I will most likely say yes

Word count: 3k +

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

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Originally posted by flyngdream

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside. Your eyelids opened. The rays poured in from the open curtains. You grabbed a handful of your hair as you scratched your head. In the morning light, you were able to finally see the details in the room. A small chandelier hung above. There was a very comfortable looking sofa at the corner of the room with a coffee table in front of it. A grand balcony complete with a lounge chair. You stared in awe over the horizon. The houses across the lake at East Egg were mere specks but already looked grand.

You got off the bed and went into the adjoined bathroom. It was as big as your room in the cottage. The white marble floor gave the place a hue of brightness. The white bathtub sat on an elevated platform. The steam shower had glass walls and you just couldn’t wait to indulge in a hot shower. After some difficulty in trying to figure out how to turn on the water, you were successful and the warm water now drained down. You stripped yourself of your clothes and sighed in relief at the feeling of warm water.

There were towels that were neatly folded on a small shelf. You grabbed two and wrapped them around your hair and body. Without a second thought, you walked back into the room and nearly screamed when you saw a maid making the bed.

“Good morning Miss Y/N,” She smiled and continued.

Your cheeks burned and you quickly went to your luggage to grab some undergarments. The maid tucked a stray of blonde hair behind her ear before turning to you.

“Would you like me to unpack for you?” She asked.

You shook your head, “Oh, no. No thank you.”

She smiled and nodded, “Understood. Well, I’ll leave you be.” She went into the bathroom and retrieved your dirty clothes. “I’ll take these down to the laundry and Mister Barnes is waiting for you downstairs whenever you’re ready.”

“Thank you,” You said, no quite sure what to do in situations like these. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I know,” She paused. “Mister Barnes talks a lot about you. I’m Shea.”

Before you said anything else she scampered out of the room. You sighed in relief. Then you remembered that Bucky was waiting for you and quickly began to get dressed. Not wanting to waste a minute.


Bucky was at the stove, flipping an omelet with a spatula. He was dressed very lazily in a pair of sweats and black shirt. His hair was not slicked back and his locks now curtained off his face.

He looked at you and smiled, “Morning, Y/N.”

“Good morning, Buck,” You went to wash your hands. “Need any help?”

He shook his head, “I think I’m fine. I’m almost done.”

You stood around for a second before grabbing two cups of glass. You filled one with water and awkwardly drank, trying to avoid small talk. Finally, you decided to break the ice.

“I didn’t know you cooked.” You said truthfully.

He laughed, “I had some spare time and took some lessons with Renaldo and Anthony. Didn’t hurt and I have expanded my cooking skills.”

You smiled, “Impressive.”

He set a plate with an omelet in front of you. He handed you a fork and you thanked him. You waited until he sat across from you to begin eating. The food was delicious and left you wanting more.

After breakfast, Bucky left claiming he had business to attend to. You spent the day unpacking and exploring parts of the house you did not see. Mainly, you just didn’t want to keep getting lost in the maze of halls and bedrooms. You came across several locked doors and rooms that were nearly empty. The room in which you first met Bucky was, in fact, his study. There was a window that had a view of the courtyard, where the parties took place. You wondered why he would simply watch his parties. What was the point? What prevented him from going downstairs and get roaring drunk?

You found yourself in the courtyard, gazing up at the window you were looking out of just minutes ago. You stood on the small platform in the middle of the pool. The staircase loomed over you as you crouched down to dip your fingers in the water. You walked towards the main pool. The large circular body of water that was crystal clear and bright blue at the same time. The floor of the pool had a custom design. A circle with the initials JB. James Barnes. You took your sandals off and sat on the edge. You let your feet dangle off the edge and into the warm water. You had a view of the lake and East Egg from where you sat.

How could Bucky live here all alone? You asked yourself. A house so big with only a few people that he pays to be here. Is that the reason for these parties? To keep the house full even if it’s for a few hours and one day a week. To let people enjoy the riches he has earned when he can’t because he has no time? You bit down on your lip in thought. You felt a headache beginning to blossom. The sun overhead was beating down on you and you had the urge to take a swim. But you didn’t feel comfortable.

“Would you like a towel Miss Y/N?”

You turned to see Ace holding a white towel in his hand. You took it and thanked him. You lay the towel on your lap and continued to gaze off into the distance.

“Ace?”

“Yes, Miss Y/N?” He asked.

“How long have you been working for Bucky?”

“About 3 years, Miss, why?”

You shrugged, “Is he ever in any danger?”

“I’m afraid I cannot answer that question,” He said.

You pulled your lips in a thin line. “But,” You paused. “He’s a good person, right?”

“He is a good man,” Ace nodded. “He would never hurt you if that’s what you want to know. He finds your presence quite calming. I do believe your evening will be wonderful.”

You smiled, “Thanks, Ace.”


“I really appreciate you doing this Shea,” You smiled and felt the soft fabric of the robe she gave you. She had insisted you take a bath. She poured various scented products into the water and also smeared on a face mask. Your skin now felt clean and smooth.

She nodded, “It’s what I am here for. Mister Barnes doesn’t always have dates. It’s quite rare so I’m glad he’s found someone as beautiful as you.”

You smiled, “Thank you, Shea”

“Now let’s get you ready!” She exclaimed.

Bucky had returned a few minutes ago. You hadn’t seen him since the morning because you were far too busy sitting in neck deep bubbly water.

Shea made you sit on a chair in front of the vanity. She began to work on your hair and as she did, she went on and on.

“The last girl that I remember he was seeing was a girl named Carmen. That was two years ago and it ended badly. She was cheating on him,” Shea said. “She lost it all and let Mister Barnes heartbroken.”

You weren’t sure how to feel about this new information. It had been 2 years since his last relationship. 2 years until you crashed into his life. You had mix emotions. After Shea finished curling your hair, she began on makeup.

“Oh, you don’t need much,” She stated. “Just some mascara, some glow and a touch of lipstick.” Shea paused. “You are gonna wear the dress he got you right?”

You looked at her, a bit surprised that she knew about that. You nodded to answer her question.

“That dress is gorgeous, I know because I helped pick it out,” She winked. “You’ll look so good in it.”

You had ten more minutes to get ready. With Shea’s help, you got out of the robe and into the gown. It was the first time you wore it and to say the least, it looked absolutely stunning. The top hugged your body perfectly and the skirt flowed around your legs. Shea handed you your black heels and nodded.

“You look beautiful.”

You smile, “Thank you, Shea, I really couldn’t have gotten here without you. My hair looks amazing.”

She grinned, “I will leave you now. I’ll tell Mister Barnes you’re ready now.”

You nodded and she slipped out of the room. You sat on the edge of the bed and composed yourself. You wish you had someone to call, but your only friend was the one that was taking you on the date. You went into the bathroom and made sure you didn’t have anything between your teeth. After spraying yourself with perfume, you nodded at yourself and went towards the door.

You opened it and made your way towards the stairs. Bucky stood at the foot of the stairs, he saw you and smiled. He was dressed in an all black suit and he looked very handsome. He extended his hand and you took it as you reached the bottom.

“You look beautiful Y/N,” He said.

“So do you,” You mentally slapped yourself as you registered what you just said. “Fuck, I mean you look handsome.”

He smiled at your stuttering state, “Come on, not a moment to lose cause I have a fun night planned.”

He led you out of the house where a sleek black Lamborghini was already waiting in the driveway. The butler got out and Bucky thanked him. He opened the door for you and you got in. This was possibly one of the most expensive cars you’ve ever been in. Bucky got into the driver’s seat and sped away from the house. The gates were already open and he raced through.

“So what do you have in store for me, Bucky?” You asked.

“A night full of wonder,” He said. “You look very beautiful by the way, I know I already said that but I wanted to say it again.”

You blushed, “Thank you.”

“Y/N,” He said. “What’s your opinion on me? I don’t want to make it sound like it’s all about me but I know that there are bizarre rumors going around. I just don’t want you to think that I am someone who cannot be trusted.”

“I hardly know you,” You started. “But I do trust you.”

He looked at you and your eyes connected momentarily before he turned his attention back onto the road. The drive over the bridge was quiet. You fiddled with your fingers, wondering if you said something wrong.  You gazed at the city. Every building was illuminated with its glimmering light that came to life every time the sun fell across the horizon. Bucky raced down the busy streets of New York, he weaved in and out of the lanes, receiving various angry honks from drivers. He flew by patrol cars, but the officers did not chase after the car. Just how powerful was Bucky?

James stopped the car in front of a towering hotel. He got out and hurried to your side to open the door. You smiled and took his hand.

“Good evening, sir,” A young man approached you.

Bucky tossed him the keys to the car. “I don’t want to see a scratch, you hear?”

“Of course, sir,” He bowed his head and got into the car.

You hooked your hand through his arm as he led you into the hotel lobby. Your eyes nearly bugged out when they fell upon the giant crystal ball. Men and women of all shapes, color, and age were scattered throughout the lobby. Some carried bags that had prestigious logos such as Chanel, Gucci and other’s you only saw in magazines. Bucky gave you no time to register your surrounding, he was already pulling you in another direction.

“What are we doing here?” You asked.

“This place has an amazing restaurant,” He explained.

“Oh, I thought you booked a room, I was so confused for a minute,” You admitted.

“No!” He exclaimed. “Unless you want to of course.”

Your cheeks burned bright red, but before you could say anything else, you arrived at the hotel’s restaurant. The hostess smiled at us.

“Hello,” She greeted. “Name?”

“Barnes,” Bucky said. “I reserved the entire rooftop patio.”

The hostess looked at the computer and nodded, “Ah, here you are. Barnes and a guest.” She looked at you and smiled. “Your gown is lovely.”

“Thank you,” You beamed.

“Follow me,” She rounded the desk and you squeezed Bucky’s arm as followed the hostess. She stopped in front of an elevator, the doors opened and she motioned for you to step inside. She pressed a button on the number pad and turned to us, “The waiter that will be assisting you for the evening is already waiting. Enjoy your night.”

The doors closed and the elevator began moving up. You took a deep breath and chewed on your lip as you waited.

“Did you really rent out the entire patio?” You asked.

He nodded, “How could I not?”

The evlevator dinged and the doors slid open. Your mouth fell agape when you saw the patio. It was completely empty except for the single table that sat in the middle. A red carpet was extended from the entrance of the elevator to the table. Fairy lights decorated the short walls. The roof opened up to the night sky. The lit up skyscrapers towered over the patio. You were left breathless. A light wind began to pick up, but Bucky placed his hand on the small of your back and a sudden jolt of heat raced through your body.

“Wow.” Was all you could manage.

“Do you like it?” He whispered in your ear.

You turned to him and tilted your head up to meet his eyes, “I love it.”

Bucky pulled out the chair for you before you sat down. His eyes were locked with yours as he planted himself on the chair across you. The waiter approached the table. Two menus were in his hand.

“Good evening,” he began. “Welcome to Belassio, my name is Carson, I will be helping you this evening,  what can I get started for you today?”

“A bottle of your finest wine,” He said without breaking his gaze from you.

“Of course, sir,” Carson nodded and strolled off towards the elevator.

You admired the view around you. No doubt people who were in those tall buildings could see what was happening, but you didn’t care. Bucky cleared his throat, you turned to him.

“Y/N, I’m afraid I haven’t been honest with you,” he said.

“What do you mean?” You asked, your heart crawling in your throat.

He sighed, “I know a lot about you, but you hardly know anything about me. For starters, my name is James Buchanan Barnes, I was raised middle to lower class in Brooklyn. Steve Rogers is my close childhood friend. My father died when I was young and before she died, I’m happy to say that I bought my mother a beautiful house that she always dreamed of. She was able to live like the queen she was always meant to be.” He paused. “I started the business that I am in at the age of 19. Tony Stark, he helped me and shaped me into the man I am today. The line of work that I am in, it isn’t something that’s popular. I hit my climax moment 4 years ago, the money began rolling and I felt like a king.  I bought the house I am currently living in and immediately felt the bad vibes coming from East Eggers.”

Carson came back and poured the wine into two glasses. Bucky let you order your food first, though you weren’t sure about any of the dishes. Instead, Bucky ordered two chefs specials. Carson jotted it down on his notepad and went back down the elevator.

“Is that why you asked me about those rumors?” You asked.

He nodded, “I don’t want you to have the wrong impression of me. We’ve known each other for a few months but I want to tell you the truth so that you could hear it from me and not some ridiculous story told by some gossiping whim.” He paused. “Y/N, doll, I really like you. You’re this gorgeous, kind hearted person who is selfless and you’re just….perfect.”

He stood up and kneeled in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks, “I want you in my life, Y/N, I do. I will make sure nothing happens to you. I just need you to want to be in my life. That’s terrible wording, but I think you get the point. I’m not going to force you to do anything.”

You were left shocked, you didn’t know what to say next. Bucky was in a sketchy ass business that only seemed to be real in movies. Was he a drug lord? Maybe. Mafia don? Possibly. He was in a line of business that could most likely get him killed. And you strangely knew that nothing would ever happen to you and hopefully him too. He continued to stare with hope clinging onto his eyes. You were speechless but your mind was going a mile a minute. He abruptly stood up and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Okay,” You said quietly. “I trust you, Buck.”

He turned, shock crossed his face but it quickly broke out into a smile. You expected him to do something else but instead, he sat back down on his chair. Your shoulders slumped, disappointed that he didn’t use this golden moment.

“What the hell am I doing?” he asked and suddenly stood up before capturing your lips in his. You held your breath during the breathtaking moment. Fireworks seemed to go off in the background as heat raced through your body. Your face began to grow warm. He pulled away shortly after and you smiled.

“I’m so glad you did that,” You whispered.

“Trust me, doll,” She said. “So am I.”

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anonymous asked:

Adrienette for the cuddling prompt #5 maybe?

5. In the back seat of the car

Nino and Alya are the biggest Adrinette shippers

“Nino!” Alya whispered, elbowing him in the side. “Look! Look at them!”

“Alya, I’m driving.” Nino said, sighing. The drive from Nice to Paris was a long and tiring one, especially after all the fun they had that weekend, and he was the only one with a licence.

“You have to look!” She was turned around in her seat, taking pictures of the back seat.

Nino adjusted the rearview mirror so he could see the back seat and could barely hold in his own squeal of joy at what he saw.

In the back seat of Nino’s dad’s car, Adrien and Marinette were sleeping.  But it was the way they were sleeping that had their friends so excited. Marinette’s head was leaning on Adrien’s shoulder, and he was leaning back on her. They were both smiling contentedly in their sleep.

“So cute!” Alya squealed, taking several more pictures.

“Yes!” Nino said, pounding his fist briefly before turning his attention back to the road.

“Drive carefully!” Alya whispered. “We don’t want to wake them up.”

By the time they reached Paris, Adrien and Marinette had snuggled even closer together and their best friends were grinning like idiots.