Something Borrowed (pt. 2) - Steve Rogers x Reader

PART ONE

Summary: You and Steve are best friends. You are in love with him, but he doesn’t know. Steve had always had some sort of feelings for you, but he had never realized them until he had found out how you felt.  Unfortunately, Steve is newly engaged to Sharon Carter.

Warnings: heavy, heavy heartbreak - I used my past-relationship experience in this one.  I wrote out some of the things I used to say when my heart broke. It’s pretty ugly lol.

Word Count: 1,700+

Notes: My inspiration for this came from the movie Something Borrowed.

Originally posted by palabras-alportador

You’d clung onto Tony for what seemed like a long time.  Your fingers dug into his suit jacket as if you were holding onto dear life… or really what you were holding onto was the last piece of hope you had of Steve ever loving you back.

Tony didn’t say anything. You had become so fragile to him that he just held you until your cries died down.

He spoke softly, “Y/N, we’re going to get you to your room, okay?”

“I’ll be the one to do that, Stark.”

Steve?

You whipped your head around to the low, hoarse voice. For a second you thought it was Steve, making you panic.  However, it wasn’t him.

With a scowl on his face, Tony turned away from you, still holding onto you, “Remind me why I even allow you to be in my presence, Barnes?”

Bucky ran his metal hand through his hair, “Hey, I apologized countless of times, I thought we’ve moved past this already.”

As expected, Tony scoffed. You looked at the two of them, and you could almost smell the testosterone brewing. You knew where this was going, and their petty conversation made your anxiety worse.

“Hit the road, grease lightning,” he rolled his eyes, “You really think the ‘bygones shmygones’ phrase is going to apply to the fact you murdered my—”

“Tony!” you hiccuped. He immediately turned to you, hard eyes softening.  He searched your eyes, understood, and nodded. He put on a stern face, “You better take care of her, Barnes.” He took your shoulders and slowly led you over to Bucky who removed his suit jacket and put it over your shoulders.

Bucky Barnes was another one of your best friends.  When it came to inside jokes and secrets, he knew it all.  Given the fact that you couldn’t express your feelings about Steve, to well… Steve.. you always went to Bucky first.  You were confident enough to say that he was probably as close to you as you were with Steve.

Bucky wrapped his non-metal arm around you and placed the other one on your free shoulder.  Tony opened the balcony door, looking around the ballroom to see if anyone was looking in your general direction. 

“Let’s go, beautiful. We’ll get you cleaned up, binge some Stranger Things, and eat whatever your heart desires,” Bucky whispered into your ear.

You sniffled out a quiet laugh. “…whatever your heart desires.”  Whatever your heart desires? Ha. What your heart desired was a sweet, dreamy, blonde-haired, blue-eyed man named Steve Rogers.

The three of you made your way across the ballroom, making sure you stayed close to the walls. You were closest to the edge, shielded by Bucky’s large figure, and then Tony was nearer to the crowd, making sure no one noticed your absence.  

You tried hard not to look around, for you dreaded spotting Steve.  You knew if you laid eyes on him, you would’ve broken down right then and there.  However, you betrayed yourself.  No matter how much you were mad at him and how much it pained you to see him with another woman, you still loved him.  It was a vicious cycle that you always fell into.  You might as well call yourself a sadist.  But what could you do?  You couldn’t change your feelings for him.  You loved Steve.  And as much as you didn’t want to see him, a part of you didn’t care because seeing his beautiful face gave you the smallest amount of bliss in your being.  To you, having a glimpse of him and dying inside was better than not seeing him at all.

You craned your neck and peaked around Bucky’s hair. “Y/N, I don’t think you should—”

And then, as you continued walking, you saw her.  Your gaze started with the rippling train of her dress.  It was gold with an intricate design that seemed to go up for miles. God, no one could see them, but you could tell her legs were long; a feature that was unlike your short ones.  The design traced all the way up to her waist to a shimmering jumble, outlining her hourglass figure.

Your gaze trailed up to her shoulders and neck, skin absolutely flawless.  Her Old Hollywood waves framed her face elegantly. And the cherry on top was her vibrant ruby-red lips.  

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Sharon was beautiful. 

The corner of her mouth curved upwards, probably at something adorable that Steve said… Steve. Your eyes darted to the big figure next to her. Steve

They looked like the perfect couple. You saw the way he looked at her.

He loves her.

It was in that second that Steve’s gaze locked onto yours.  Your breath hitched. His wide smile vanished when he saw your puffy eyes.  He turned to Sharon for a moment, mouthing something while giving her a tight smile.  Then, he made he way over to you.

“Shit,” Tony muttered.

Your head immediately spun forward and you instinctively clung to Bucky’s arm. Bucky saw what made you react this way and sped up the pace. You were three quarters across the room.  A part of you wanted Steve to stop you, and hold you, but you were so close, and you needed to escape.

“Y/N?”

Oh, no.

The three of you stopped in your place.  Tony and Steve were face to face. He was blocking him. Funnily enough, it kind of reminded you of the time when their relationship was on the rocks.

“Look, Cap, congrats to you, but our party’s full over here,” Tony pushed him gently. Steve glared at him, but ignored his comments, turning his attention of concern back to you, “Y/N, are you okay?”

When he said your name, your eyes darted to his, and you remembered how beautiful his blue eyes were.  It made you shiver internally.  His voice built up your anxiety, and as if he was psychic, Bucky held onto you tighter and pushed you along, resuming your journey to the elevator.

“Hey, hey, Buck, what’s going on?” Steve pushed past Tony.

Bucky didn’t stop walking you along.  However, you stared up at his expression. He looked down to the carpeted floor, tightened his jaw, and let out a puff of air. He turned to look at Steve, and in that moment you’ve never seen Bucky look so scary up close.  He had given him the dirtiest look, which startled Steve and left him dumbfounded. Bucky’s face frightened you to your core, and it reminded you of the times he turned into the Winter Soldier. You made a mental note to never get on Bucky’s bad side.

Steve was shook, “..Buck?”

Bucky guided you inside the elevator.  He faced you, back to the entrance, still holding onto your arms.  You hid mostly behind his large figure, peeking around his arm to look out.  Tony was still a few feet away trying to stop Steve from passing him.  In all honesty, it was quite impressive because you were sure it took a lot for Tony handle super soldier Steve.  

However, Steve was stronger and was able to push Tony aside with a grunt.  As he made his way to you, your pulse quickened with his every step. You could see his furrowed brows and a mix of confusion, concern, and determination written all over his face.  The tiny piece of hope in your head shouted that Steve was coming to you to tell you it was all a mistake, that he was coming over to hold you in his arms… but it was too late.  That piece of hope was silenced once the elevator doors shut in his face.

The elevator ride was dreadfully quiet, but only because there was some unvocalized, mutual understanding between you and Bucky.  Bucky didn’t want to say anything stupid that made you feel worse, and you appreciated that. 

The doors opened, and F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke, “Have a good night, Miss Y/N. I hope you feel better.” You sniffled out a chuckle, “Thanks Friday.”

You entered your dark complex with Bucky behind you, following suit.

“Oh my god, Y/N.” You whipped your head around to see Wanda getting up from your couch.

Your bottom lip parted from your top lip slightly. You just stared at her, while she looked back knowingly. You didn’t know what to do or say.  Previously, you had been numb, trying to bury the feelings, but looking at Wanda’s helpless face was about to send you over the edge. 

You held your breath, swallowing down the ache that was building up in your chest. “Wanda,” you whispered. 

“Y/N…”

Originally posted by obsessive-fangirl-disorder

Your eyes began to sting, as your tears threatened to fall. You tried to ignore them by darting your gaze to the floor or different objects around your living room. But you failed. And she knew.

“Wanda,” you gave up. 

Originally posted by fearless-man

You ran into her arms and cried into her strawberry blonde hair.  This moment was different from when you cried with Tony.  This time, you yelled and thrashed about. Your voice was rash and you could barely breathe.  Once you saw Wanda’s face, the agonizing burn hit you so hard like a slap to the face.

Steve doesn’t love you, and he never will.  Steve is too good. He’s way too good for you.  You’re not worthy. He deserves and desires someone better, and that someone is Sharon. 

“Why doesn’t he love me?” you howled. “Why did he lie?” 

“Do I deserve this?”

“Why did he leave me?”

“What’s wrong with me?”

This is what felt to get your heart broken. 

The flashes of “what if’s” and the “imagine” scenarios were overbearing.  What if it was you instead? What if he proposed to you?  You imagined your life with him.  You saw yourself waking up to a sleepy, beautiful man, who radiated at the sight of you in your pajamas.  You imagined the first time intertwining your fingers through his, looking up into his eyes and wondering, “Where the hell have you been all my life?” 

You will never have this. You will never have him.

Steve will never hold you, kiss you, or touch you.

He belongs to Sharon now.

PART ONE

lil note: should i have the reader have a lil somethin somethin with our grease lightning? ;) lol lemme know!

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Bucky x Fem!Reader drabble

His arm was asleep, and so were you. To wake you would be the deepest sin he could think of right now; you looked so peaceful and he’d rather never feel his arm again than wake you. His chest ached, though, as you stirred. Breathing deeply, your eyes opened.  You sighed as you took the dark room in, you were still on the couch, but your head has fallen to the side, resting lightly on the shoulder of someone. You were still too asleep to care.

The reddish light from the lamp on the side table casted haunting and romantic shadows all through the room, your eyes adjusted quickly as you slowly woke up. It was late, the clock on the DVR flashed the time. Your eyes wandered up the arm of the person you’d fallen asleep on. Bucky only smiled down at you as your eyes widened slightly. The two of you hadn’t really spoken much since Steve brought him home and demanded a room for his childhood best-friend.

A movie had done you in - the weekly team-building events weren’t always your favorite thing, usually going bowling or to the batting cages, but the team opted for a stay-in night after a longer mission, and you happily agreed and took your place next to Bucky and Wanda on the large, plush couch in the larger den. However, the warm shower you’d treated yourself to, the fluffy sweatshirt, and warm socks were a recipe heavy eyelids and a drifting mind. You’d slumped against Bucky very unceremoniously and Wanda held back a chuckle as the rest of the team turned and followed suit. Bucky quickly hushed them, and draped a throw-blanket over your shoulder to keep you warm.

After the movie, however, you didn’t budge. Bucky readjusted himself as quickly as possible, as to not disturb you in any way. After you’d woken, he couldn’t help but feel the heavy weight of disappointment replacing the heaviness of your sleeping body.

You laughed at yourself and began to apologize, saying the mission had worn you out, and the slow movie was enough to put you to bed. Bucky didn’t speak, he just nodded and laughed when you laughed. He was watching the way your face darkened and how you played with the hem of your much-too-large sweater. You’d talked yourself into embarrassment. Bucky didn’t care, he just smiled at you.

You stopped talking after a while and began putting your hair up and smiling into your own lap. You start to move from the couch, now very aware of how closely you and Bucky had been sitting. He was very aloof and withdrawn. He’d speak with Steve very openly, but seldom ever did he speak to anyone but Sam and Tony, and he’d only do so sparingly. He’d apologize when he felt he’d gotten in the way, or let a small ‘excuse me,’ out when you’d bump into him in the shared kitchen, but other than that, you two never spoke.  

Your legs shook slightly as you stood for bed - the mission took a toll on everyone, which is why, you assumed, Bucky let you sleep on him for as long as he did. His hand found your wrist, though, as you started to walk and mumbled a final apology. He looks like a fish out of water - his arm moving before his brain could think the action through. You don’t move and he doesn’t, either.

It’s not until Steve walks into the den and flicks on the light that Bucky finally takes his hand back from your wrist. You don’t think he noticed your hands, but Bucky doesn’t meet your eye. The two start talking, and you wander down the hallway until you reach your room. You don’t turn on the light, simply walking to the bed and flopping down face-first. The sound you make is unladylike, you’re sure.

You swear you hear footsteps outside your door later on, and a slight knock, almost too quiet to hear. You don’t reply though, and you hear the same footsteps leaving.

You don’t talk about it the next day.

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Just One Dance

A/N:  Imagine requested by @misspygmypie​ . Hope you like it :)

Btw, this is 40s Bucky 

(This is also in celebration of Seb’s 36th birthday. Happy B-Day!)

Y/N’s POV

December 23rd, 1940

Somehow my friends persuaded me to go out dancing.

“Come on, Y/N. Get your head out of your book for one night.” Daisy groaned, as she leaned against my door frame, watching me dig into a copy of Alice in Wonderland that my dad had gotten me on one of his trips to England.

“I have much more fun with ‘my head in my book’ than going out to a shady dance club.” I rolled my eyes as I turned the page. “You go out with the girls, and have fun for me.”

“Y/N.” She moved forward and snatched the book from my hands, forcing me to look up. “It’s almost Christmas. It’s time to have some fun. “

“Give it back, Daisy.” I whined, stretching to get it. She grinned and held it out of my reach.

After we go out.”

It was silent for a moment before I responded.

“I hate you.”

She squealed in excitement. “Go pick out a cute dress. Glenn will be here in fifteen minutes to drive us down.”

“How has your boyfriend been?” I throw my book gently onto my bed before going to my closet to pick out an outfit. “Last I heard, he was off to college somewhere in California..”

“He was…” Daisy shrugged. “but his dad wants him to stay and run the family business.”

“Doesn’t a college degree help with that?” I frowned, as I pulled out two dresses, one red and the other blue. “Which one?”

“Red.” She nodded. “You would think. But his dad is pretty insistent he starts as soon as he can. Which is now, I suppose.”

I move into my bathroom, and change out of my day clothes and into my dress. It was one of my favorites, not that I wanted to admit it. It was one of the most expensive things I owned, and I felt extremely guilty that Daisy had offered to pay for it when I tried it on several months ago. It wasn’t that my family was in deep financial burden, but we couldn’t just throw away $200 for a dress. It was out of the question. But it wasn’t for Daisy’s family.

The dress was simply gorgeous. It was a brilliant red color, and went down to my knees. It was cut so my shoulders were exposed, and a black ribbon tied around the middle. I paired it with a pair of pear earrings my grandmother had given me for my 18th birthday, and a pair of 3 inch black heals, that I had purchased myself after several hours of babysitting. 

Five minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom. I pinned a few of my loose curls against my head with bobby pins, and applied a light red lipstick to my lips. Daisy smiled brilliantly as she looked at me. “Someone looks ready to party.”

“Shut up, before I change my mind and stay in bed for the rest of the night.”

A car horn sounded from the street. “That’s Glenn. Time to go.”

After a comfortable fifteen minutes of conversation with Glenn, we arrived at the club. I walk in with the two, and not even thirty seconds later, we are surrounded by our other friends, Alison,  Linda, and Mary. We begin to talk as we find a seat in a corner of the club, but I feel eyes training on me. I turned to make eye contact with a pair of stunning blue ones. 

His brown hair was slightly ruffled, but not all entirely unattractive. His eyes were one of his most stunning features, but his jawline looked sharp enough to cut. He was wearing a pair of black pants, with a white shirt and suspenders on top. A black coat was hanging on the edge of his chair. He was dressed sharp… it drew me in. 

I blushed, and looked away quickly. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him grin, and it made my heart skip a beat before I turned back to my friends. 

“Oh, I saw that Ms. Y/N.” Daisy smirked. “Checking out James Barnes, were you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I mumbled as my blush darkened and I took a sip of my wine. 

“I’m not gonna lie, he is certainly a stud.” She laughed, as she watched Glenn scowl. “But not as handsome as my loving boyfriend, of course.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He grumbled, and took a shot of vodka. 

“You should go talk to him, Y/N.” Mary nudged me. “It would do you some good.”

“No!” I shook my head as quickly as she spoke. “Nuh uh. No way.”

“Come on, Y/N. Losen up a bit.” Linda giggled. “He’s looking this way, by the way.” 

My eyes flashed over, and yet again, he was in fact looking over. He flashed another smile, and winked playfully. 

“Oh my God.”

“Do it. Or I will.” Alison smirked and started to get up. I reached across the table and grabbed her wrist. 

“Don’t.”

“Then for God’s sake, Y/N, go and talk to the man.” Daisy exclaimed. 

I sighed, and shook my head before rising from my seat with my purse over my shoulder. “I’m gonna regret this.”

“Go get him, Y/N!” The girls cheered as I started to walk way and I groaned silently as I made my way over to his table. He smiled as I came closer. 

“Is this seat taken?”

“It’s all yours, doll.”

I took a seat, and smiled. “What’s your name?”

“James Barnes. And what would this beautiful dame’s name be?” 

“Y/N Y/L/N.” I blushed as he took my hand and kissed it gently. “I noticed you were looking my way. Is there something wrong with my hair?”

“Quite the opposite, doll.” James took a sip of his beer. “You are absolutely stunning.”

A bolt of electricity ran through my veins and I bit my lip slightly at his words. 

“Oh really? Even with all these other dames in the room?”

“Even compared to all the other dames in the world, Ms. Y/N.” He winked. 

“Stop.” I let out a small giggle.

“Just telling the truth, love.” A new song began playing from the live band, and his eyes lit up. “Want to dance, doll?”

“I’m afraid I’ll only step all over your feet.” I let out a small laugh. 

“I don’t mind in the slightest, if that means I get to spend the night with you.”

“You are quite the flirt, aren’t you James Barnes?” I smiled as he got up from his seat. He offered me his hand. 

“Come on. It’s just one dance, unless you want more of course.”

“Alright.” I took his hand, and let him pull me onto the dance floor. I heard my friends cheering from behind me and I sighed. 

“Those your friends?”

“Yep.” I roll my eyes. “Supportive as always.”

“Well… since they persuaded you to come my way, I’d say they’re definitely supportive. Good group of friends you have there.” He wrapped his arms around my waist. I instinctively wrap mine around his neck. 

We swayed gently to the slow rhythm of the music, and I couldn’t tear my eyes from his.  

“You’re a much better dancer than you claim to be, doll.” His face moved closer to mine, and my breath fluttered as his lips came inches from my own. 

“Maybe I just hadn’t found the right partner to dance with.” My voice is almost a whisper as his arms tightened slightly around me. 

“Mm.” One of his hands moved to cup my face and I shivered slightly. “Can I kiss you doll?”

“Yes.” As soon as the word left my mouth, his lips brushed against mine. My body erupted in fireworks as our lips moved in synch and the end of the song was the only reason the kiss had to end. His lips pulled away and we both stood there in silence for a few moments. 

“Wow.” He let out a breathless laugh. “I think I just found my right partner.”

For the next few weeks, I went every Friday night to the dance club to meet Bucky. And every night… he swept me off my feet, either metaphorically or physically as he proved he could do on our fourth meeting. 

After that… he took me on a real date. That one date turned into a handful more, and one night… he proposed. 

We planned our wedding to happen as soon as he came home from his deployment to Europe. But as time passed from his expected return date, from days into weeks into months, and into years… I realized that there would be no wedding. As much sadness I was in, from my twenties until I died sixty years later, I could never regret going to the club all those years ago. 

Because even if it was interpreted as just a dance to some people

it was the day that I met my true love. 

And I knew that neither of us would ever forget that one moment in time.

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Some hilarious writing prompts

Alright so a few days ago I decided to look for some hilarious text posts on tumblr and I laughed so much I just had to write some prompts! (is possible to be customized)
(Send me requests with 1/1+ prompt/s. I write about a lot of fandoms and also a lot of different things : one shots/scenarios/imagines/headcanons/chats/conversations/aesthetics/alomst anything) 


UPDATE 11.02.2018: I TAKE REQUESTS ONLY FROM THOSE PROMPTS THAT ARE IN BOLDED TEXT (like the text from this update.)


1. Do I look like I give a fuck?
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2. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you again for taking advantage of my compassionate and forgiving nature! HOw dare you.
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3. Me? Overreacting? Probably.
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4. I used to be passive aggressive, but now I’m aggressively passive. Don’t mess with me kiddo. I’ll be right here. I’ll fucking forgive you.
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5. A: Whar are you doing?
B: Avoiding.
A: Avoiding what?
B: Everything.
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6. This was impulsive. Probably shouldn’t have done it. WHO CARES?
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7. You’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because I think about kissing you all the time.
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8. A: It’s okay, I’m not mad.
    A (5 mins later): Actually? You can go to Hell.
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9. I hate people who get personally offended when I’m in a bad mood, likeI’m not mad at you Susan (name), I’m mad at the world!
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10. A to A: Bitch, if you actually applied yourself in like…anything, you’d be dangerous ,damn my lazy ass.
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11. I don’t know what I’m feeling, but there’s a lot of it.
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12. Not to dictate your life, but drop your shitty friends.
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13. That sounds like responsibility and I want no part in it.
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14. Why am I better than everyone? Jesus, life’s hard.
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15. A: How do you make someone holy?
      B: You beat the hell out of them.

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16. A: I’m amazed of how insignificant we actually are.
      B: Not me, I’m important.
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17. If anyone can do it, then someone who isn’t me can do it.
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18. In the old days of one week ago things were different. Now look at us - slightly older than we were back then, other clothes and such.
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19. I’m not going to claim that I know everything, I’m simply going to act like it.
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20. You have to “see it to believe it”, so as long as I’m not looking I don’t have to believe in anything.
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21. I’m visualising a powerful mystical energy at the moment.
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22. If I don’t learn anything from my mistakes then I don’t have to consider them mistakes in the first place.
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23. Why the hell is there always this one weak bitch in the group that isn’t down with murder? No offence though.
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24. A: If you ever feel stupid, or weak, or powerless, just remember that I, am not.
      B: THanks.
      A: You’re welcome.
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25. I wanna do dirty stuff with you like farming.
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26. A: What are you reading?
      B: 10 tips for beutiful hair the Government doesn’t want you to know.
      A: wHAT the fuck?

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27. A: I’m tired of these constant near-death experiences.
      B: (opinional) don’t be a whiny bitch, bitch.
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28. Man, how many eye contact until date?
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29. God has a favourite comedy tv series and it’s called “my life”.
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30. Sometimes all you can say is “yikes” and then just on the fuck on.
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31. Why is everyone having their mid-life crisis at like 19?
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32. It’s a beutiful day to give me money, honey.
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33. Women aren’t complicated, you’re just dumb.
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34. Well this social situation isn’t going the way I acted it out in the shower.
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35. No offence, but my favourite hobby is staying hydrated and beautiful.
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36. I’m actually pretty cool if you give me like 5 tries to get it right.
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37. Today I’m feeling cloudy with a chance of sarcastic.
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38. Be prapared to add a cute emoji next to my name in your contacts list because you’re gonna love me.
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39. A: Babe, I’m not grabbing your boob, I’m grabbing your heart.
     B: That’s my right boob though.
     A: Babe.
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40. Every machine is a smoke machine if you operate it wrong enough.
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41. What makes me feel like a failure the most is when I can’t remember the answer to a Harry Potter trivia question.
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42. I hate it when I’m really nice…And then people are just not that nice? Like what the fuck.
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43.Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.
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44.Is your name candle? Because I wanna blow you.
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45. So, was that just awkward eye contact, or were we checking eachother out?-

46.You know, having feelings is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch.
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47.My turn ons? Well I don’t know, maybe some fucking common sense.
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48.I may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep inside I’m actually angrier.
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49.I ship me and that boat.
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50.Listen. I did mean to make you upset and I do think your opinions are shit. But you’re still my friend so it’s okay.
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51.Because my two moods are like glitter and death.
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52.My kink is closing the fucking bathroom door, because no one wants to see you fucking pee!
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53.If I go to Hell I’m gonna constantly torture everyone by continuously asking if it’s hot in here or is it just me.
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54.Oh my God are you seeing this shit?
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55.Graduated top of my class from Hogwarts school of bitchcraft and misery.
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56.A (shows up at your door 10 years after we had an argument): aND ANOTHER THING
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57.I’ll betray all of you in the Hunger Games.
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58.Well, well, well, if it isn’t my old friend, the dawing realization that I fucked up real bad.
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59.I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just life in general.
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60.I’m not racist, I hate everyone equally.
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61.Tell me I’m cute or something, so I can roll my eyes at you, but then blush when I think about it later.
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62.You know when your hair is greasy and it makes you feel so bad about yourself? And your entire life. Everything is awful because my hair is greasy.
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63.True love is having a crush even when he got a haircut you know.
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64.Emotions? You know, I just push my tear back into my eye and tell it “Not now, you little bastard!”.
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65.Are we gonna hold hands, or what?
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66.My soul leaving my body, but with one of those slide whistle sound effects.
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67.A: I love you.
     B: What if I got a bowl cut?
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68.I should really stop planning my future around being rich or famous…but I can’t.
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69.I’m aggressively thinking about having sex with you and trying to keep a straight face at the same time. Do you know hOW hard that is?
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70.My opinion is no.
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71.Did you fall from heaven, because so did Satan and he’s hot as Hell.
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72.What to hear a fairytale? Once upon a time you weren’t such a little bitch.
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73.Which is messier - my life or my hair?
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74.How can you face the problem when the problem is your face?
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75.Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to know wHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.
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76.Read a girl who dates books.
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77.My hands are cold let me put them in your pants.
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78.I’m sorry, you must be at least level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory.
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79.My therapist once told me that I have this obsession with seeking revenge…we’ll see about that.
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80.You have lips, I have lips…interesting.
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81.Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on?


(This update applies ONLY to MY blog (aka Persuasivus) !) 💕

/PART TWO/ PART THREE /

Avengers As Vines |3|

Tony : “Hey! How y’all-”

Bucky : “GRRRRRRRRR-”

Tony : “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GET YOUR FUCKING DOG BITCH!”

Steve : “It don’t bite”

Tony : “YES IT DO!”

Right so, Infinity War comes out this month….

A lot of screaming (if you couldn’t tell) and I’ll be crying the whole time. Everyone just bring a lot tissues to the movie, you know you’ll be crying.

Tom Holland, Mark Rufflo, and Sebastian Stan planning their next spoiler attack.

MASTERLIST

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Steve Rogers

Mornings 

Sweetheart

First Dance

Coffee

Catch Me if You Can

*Behind Closed Doors

Long Enough

Run Away Baby (Suspended) Intro 1 2 3 4 5

Our Eyes (Finished) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Why Not Me? (In Progress) Intro

Bucky Barnes 

First Date

Across the Room

Soft Side

*Unwanted 

*Even

December 16th

The Secret of These Hands (Suspended) Intro 1 2 3 4

There (Finished) Intro 1 2 3 4 5 *6 7 8 9 Epilogue

Birthday (Finished) 1 *2

Battered and Bruised (Finished) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 

Pietro Maximoff 

The Spark of the First Encounter 

Long Nights

The View 

Sharing the Tub

*Jealous Much? 

Pillow Talks

Peter Parker

City Lights

Caught

By Your Side

Leave Your Mark

Read to Me

Love Divided (Suspended) Intro 1 2 3 4 5

Pool Fun (Finished) 1 *2

Loki Odison

Not So Bad After All

Avengers 

Bar Fight

Welcome to the Family

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Infinity war.

In all reality, infinity war got me ducked up man. I want to see some bad ass fight scenes, but I also want to see some cute ass shit go between the avengers as they have a big slumber party in the living room.

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