Native American dancers. Jingle Dress is a Native American Powwow dance performed by women. The regalia is elaborately ornamented; the metal cones create percussive sound as the dancer moves.
From wikipedia: The traditional jingle dress dance is characterized by the jingle dress and light footwork danced close to ground. The dancer dances in a pattern, her feet never cross, nor does she dance backward or turn a complete circle. Compared to the original dance, the contemporary dance can be fancier, with intricate footwork and the dress design is often cut to accommodate these footwork maneuvers. Contemporary dancers do often cross their feet, turn full circles and dance backwards. Such moves exemplify the differences between contemporary and traditional jingle dress dancing.
Pairing - Cowboy!Bucky x Plus-sized Reader Modern AU
Summary - Your lonely night takes an unexpected turn when a handsome stranger asks you to dance.
Warnings - n/a, just adorable fluff, it’s sorta my thang
Word Count - 1805
Notes - Props to @angryschnauzer for creating the cowboy!Bucky moodboard for me, it was perfect for this fic! I was inspired by the songs Body Like a Backroad by Sam Hunt and Little Things by One Direction which I encourage you to listen to as you read (I originally wanted to work them into the fic but I couldn’t find an organic way to do it). I also got quite a lot of inspiration from Seb’s character Hal Carter from Picnic.
The night was winding down and you sighed as another slow song started playing. You loved to go dancing, especially line dancing, but this part of the night was always the worst. You watched as one by one each of your friends were asked to dance while you were passed over, yet again. You weren’t picky, not really, and would probably have said yes to just about anyone. But that was the problem, no one was asking.
His words make you pause and your breath catches in your throat. Can you? Can you accept that his lips will only ever graze your cheek and his kisses won’t trace the curve of your spine and you won’t get to see if he tastes like that strawberry-flavoured chewing gum he always has in his pocket? Can you keep your mouth shut when she buys him a shirt that’s the colour of the setting sun but you know his favourite colour is the shade of blue the sea is when it’s calm? Can you live with the fact that he will call you when she breaks his heart but you will never have the power to mend it? Can you listen to him talking about his wildest dreams for the future and know that you only play a sideline to his crazy wishes? Can you watch him live a life you dreamed having with him with someone else by his side? Really, honestly, can you?
But love, even unrequited, is irrational and even as your head and heart are screaming no your lips are forming the words which may sentence you to a kind of torture worse than death.
“Of course we can.”
And I’ll just close my eyes whenever I see your gaze linger on someone else, 16/07/2015 #13
Things YoI Fans/Ficcers Should Know About Skating (#4)
LET’S TALK ABOUT THEIR COUPLE SKATE. Pairs Skating vs. Ice Dancing. Debunking the fic myths.
There are three categories in competitive skating:
1. Singles Freestyle (i.e. what Viktor and Yuuri do) 2. Pairs Skating (NOT Viktor and Yuuri’s duet) 3. Ice Dancing (i.e. Viktor and Yuuri’s duet)
Skaters only compete in ONE category. Sometimes younger skaters will start in Freestyle and compete in more than one (usually Singles Ice Dance, which only goes up to a certain level before you’re required to get a partner) but then they have to pick because they have to dedicate time and training to it.
Pair Skating vs. Ice Dancing
Pairs Skating involves couples (usually with a significant height difference). Pairs Skaters do jumps and spins side by side. These are graded on unison (among other criteria). They also perform throw jumps, and over the head lifts, and pair spins. Here’s an example of Pairs.
Ice Dancing is (in really simplistic terms) much more like ballroom dancing on ice. The skaters do not jump and are not allowed to do any lifts over the shoulders. Ice Dancers skate closely and in hold for much of their routine, not moving very far away from each other. Here’s Davis and White competing in Ice Dance.
Takeaways for my beloved fic writers:
1. Skaters don’t miraculously know the other two styles without previously studying them. We’re gonna assume Viktor had to study ice dance at some point. 2. Viktor and Yuuri can’t compete or skate as a pair couple just because of the physical demands. They could do side-by-side elements, but Viktor probably couldn’t throw Yuuri or lift him over his head. 3. THEIR DUET AT THE END OF THE SEASON IS AN ICE DANCE. (Which makes sense because the show’s choreographer was an Ice Dancer).
As always, you guys rock my socks with the quality and quantity of magnificent fics you produce. If you have any skating questions, my ask box is always open, and Toepick, my friendly former competitive skater/Ice Dancer now coach is on hand to answer any questions I can’t. Keep making history!
Morning came far too quickly for Ivy. Joe woke her up around 7:30 and she’d sleepily pulled on a simple black sundress before curling back up in the bed while Joe got ready. She must have fallen back to sleep because the next thing she remembered was being lifted in a strong pair of arms and cradled against a broad chest.
“You don’t have to carry me. I can walk,” she murmured sleepily, even as she nuzzled his throat like a little kitten. He tightened his hold on her, pulling her in closer to protect her from the early morning chill.
“I’m the one who kept you up half the night. I got you, baby,” he chuckled softly, kissing her temple.
Ivy grinned at the mention of their late night escapades that led well into the wee hours of the morning. The couple had come back to the hotel, ordered some room service, passed out and woken up sometime after midnight to ravage each other. He carried his little angel down to the SUV, gently loading her into the front seat and buckling her in.
“Imma grab our stuff and go check out. Be right back, baby girl.”
Ivy yawned, a little smile on her face as she curled up a little. Little things that Joe did like that always got her and made her fall even harder for him. He came back to the car and climbed into the driver’s seat, turning the heat on.
“Mmmm…yes please,” she murmured, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
It took her a second to notice that he was wearing glasses and she gaped at him.
“How did I not know that you wear glasses?”
Joe snickered as he drove towards the coffee shop.
“I usually wear'em when I’m traveling…or reading.”
"Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier, your ass goes and pulls Professor Roman outta the bag.”
“Professor Roman?” he asked, looking over at her incredulously.
“Mmhmm. Cause you still look like Savage Roman from last night but with those glasses, I just wanna ask you what it’ll take for me to get an ‘A’ in your class.”
Joe laughed his ass off at her statement. It always amazed him the way Ivy could go from almost shy to a sultry vixen who tempted him at every turn.
“Gonna add that to my list of fantasies. We can act that one out in the library at my place.”
“You have a library in your house?”
The way she perked up at the mention of books was fucking adorable.
“I do. And I was thinking you should come… meet the family and all before Mania.” He glanced over at her to see her reaction. “We don’t have a pay per view in February. I was thinking that I take a day or two off after Raw on the 20th and we go to Pensacola.”
Ivy nibbled her full bottom lip as she looked over at her boyfriend.
Wanna One reaction when their gf has a dance collab with Yuehua ’s Jung Jung on a show ( the dance includes a lot of skinship )
He’d be just a little bit of jealous.He knows that it’s just a dance and he can hire anytime assassins to kill JungJung.Even trough he is jealous,he wouldn’t show it or tell you about it.As long as you are happy doing what you love,it doesn’t matter what he thinks.
“Woah,that was amazing Y/N,JungJung!”
It would be clearly seen that he is jealous,but when you ask him about it he won’t admit it.He wants you to be happy although he wants to strangle JungJung when your body is crushed into his arms.
“Sungwoon,are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“Sure.It’s not like it’s something more between you two than an collaboration.”
He’d be really okay with it.You are doing your job and he doesn’t have any problems with it.He’d feel a little uncomfortable when he sees JungJung’s face coming closer to yours,but he’ll continue to watch the performance in peace.
“Who is the best dancer in the world?You.I chose my girlfriend right.”
“That’s because my partner right here is amazing at dancing.”
“Sure,good job JungJung.Good job.”
He’d be jealous,but won’t complain about it.He’d hate to see JungJung’s arms all over you.When you come off the stage he would look like he was enjoying the performance,not like he was trying not to murder someone.
“Was it cool,Ong Ong?I looked so cool,right?”
“Hmmm…let me think about it.”
“Heyyy,it was obvious that I was cool,what are you thinking?”
“Yea,you were cool.I taught you right.”
He’d suddenly feel tensed when he sees JungJung hugging you tightly from the back.He knows that the dance is supposed to be like that,but he won’t feel good about it.The others would tease him about how serious he looks while watching the performance than usual.But when you two come off the stage,he’d be really supportive and happy that everything went well and it’s finally over.
“Why don’t you dance like that when you are with me?”
“Cause I need someone to dance with me.”
“I can dance.”
“You can’t.I need someone who dances modern dance.”
“Yaaa,JungJung come here.How much should I pay you to teach me how to dance?”
Of course he’d be jealous,but he knows that he doesn’t needs to worry.He’d still support you until the end.When your body crashes into JungJung’s he’s feel uncomfortable,but he’d think of it as something normal as all the dancers do.
“It was so good.You did so well.”
“Thank you,Daniel.I’m glad that you liked it.”
“Oh,you don’t realize how much I loved it.”
He’d be cool with it until JungJung’s arms are all over your body.He’d be jealous,a lot,but if he shows it,it would make you worry so he would keep his jealousy for himself.
“That was so amazing.You were so good.”
“Thank you,baby.I was thinking about you on the stage.”
“Awh,give me a hug or I’ll melt from your cuteness.”(meanwhile I’m melting here bcs of his cuteness)
He is used to see dancers being close on stage,but the sight of you dancing close to someone else than him would slightly make him jealous.He knows that everything is professional and nothing else so he’d try to keep himself thinking of something else than you being a professional dancer.
“Woooah,I almost cried while watching you perform.”
“Ahh,what should I do?I don’t want to make you cry.”
“I am proud of you,that’s why.”
He’d be jealous.A lot.But would hide it to make sure you won’t think about this while performing.He’ll be happy to see you doing what you love even if you need to be closed with someone else.
“I think I fell for JungJung’s dance.”
“Yaaaa.I was there too.Praise me,I deserve it.”
“Of course you were amazing too.You were the best.The best out of best.”
He’d feel uncomfortable knowing that another guy touched you.JungJung would touch your arms,legs,face,would come closer to you by every step and Daehwi would be reevaluating his life choices in the back.He’d look upset,but would still be proud of you.
“Daehwi,don’t be upset.It was just a dance.”
“Guanlin told me that you were talking alone in english about how much you hate that I’m doing this.”
“Can’t he just shut up,aish.I don’t hate it.I just felt sad that you are in somebody else’s arms.”
He’s be jealous and it would be obvious.Just like the other he’d try to hide it,but would probably fail.He supports you as an dancer and he knew that you’d do this kind of dances too.The jealousy would grow in him when JungJung hugs you from the back,looking like a cute couple who is casually hugging.
“Guanlin,stop pouting.You hug me everyday.Wanna One members hug me everyday.Seonho hugs me every time he sees me,for hours.Why are you jealous now?”
“It was more intense than usual,yeah?Sorry for actually caring about our relationship.”
Please request (I got tired of writing this “please request” thing,but here i go again)
a|n yay!! i finally updated lololol we all move fast. i am fairly in love with liam payne’s strip that down that’s why i borrowed the lyrics of his song. let’s all sing and dance, shall we? lololol.
You know, I’ve been taking some time And I’ve been keeping to myself (self)
Your eyes were carefully trained on the television in front of you as you memorized every move and steps he was making while performing. GD Entertainment just released the very latest music video of their top selling artist for the year. Your ears were absorbing every words and lyrics he was singing as he danced and performed on the music video.
I had my eyes up on the prize Ain’t watching anybody else
You bit your lip as you watched how he grind his body and swayed to the rhythm he was singing. His voice, his eyes, his jawline, his nose and everything about him were screaming gorgeous and hot. You watched at how he was intently looking at the camera as his hands roamed the body of the woman he was with in the music video.
But your love, it hit me hard, girl Yeah, you’re bad for my health ♪
He moved at her back and wrapped his arms on her waist as he leaned in on the crook of her neck, the woman tilting her head to the side to give him access. His eyes were blazing with desire and passion as he flicked himself off of her and started dancing inanimately. He was kicking his feet to the ground and his movements were fast. This was a side of Zen you didn’t know existed. You knew he was good in everything but to be able to dance this sexily and make every possible person want him more and more was just beyond the roof.
Originally composed by George Gershwin for Shall We Dance (1937), the song “They Can’t Take That Away From Me” has consistently appeared on lists of the best American popular music, and it has influenced several generations. Indeed, covers of the song continue to be made even today, and many notable artists have performed it. But not many people know that it was introduced by Fred Astaire in the 1937 film, where he sings it to Ginger Rogers as their characters are on the verge of separation. Considering that it was an Astaire-Rogers vehicle, George Gershwin’s assumption that the two would dance to it wasn’t far off; however, they infamously did not. Gershwin was upset, stating, “they just throw two or three songs away”. Less than two months after the film was released, George Gershwin died of a brain tumor – shocking everyone and adding to the poignancy of the fact that this was one of his last songs. He was posthumously nominated for the Best Original Song at the 1937 Academy Awards, but unfortunately, he didn’t win.
When Astaire and Rogers did their reunion film, The Barkleys of Broadway in 1949, Rogers suggested that they ought to dance to that song. Astaire agreed, having always regretted that they didn’t dance in 1937, thus marking the first and only time he allowed himself to repeat a performance from a previous movie. Its’ context in both the movies is heartbreaking, but also filled with romance and passion. The lyrics perfectly sum up the relationship between the two characters in their movies – and perhaps, some would venture so far as to say, the relationship between Astaire and Rogers in real life, and the tune is eminently recognizable. Perhaps Rogers also suggested dancing to this song in order to honor Gershwin, who had been a close friend of both dancers. Viewed today, it is not an unreasonable assumption that George himself would be happy, if he had lived to see The Barkleys of Broadway.
Steve lives. He and Diana are at a gala after the war, and she discovers how other women react to a handsome war-hero in their midst. Needless to say, she is not pleased.
The worst part of the gala was the
dancing. Certainly not dancing with Steve—she could never dislike being in his
arms!—and not even dancing with other men. They were respectful to a man, no
doubt thanks to the formidable reputation she had gained, and many were quite
skilled on their feet. What Diana hated more than anything else was watching
nearly every other woman in the room throw herself at the dashing Captain
Trevor. It was a week after the war had ended, and England was celebrating in
style. Anybody who was anybody had been invited to Buckingham Palace for the
event, and as the heroes of the last battle, she, Steve, and the rest of the
crew were in attendance. As far as she was concerned, Steve should have been in
bed resting and not at a party, but she’d have had to tie him down to keep him
from coming. Even with all the cuts and bruises on his face—souvenirs from the
suicide mission that he’d managed, impossibly, to survive—he still looked
dashing in his uniform. If anything, his injuries gave him a bold roguish look
that she thought made him even more attractive. The only problem, she soon
realized, was that every other woman in the room shared her feelings about
Steve. Oh, they tried to be sly about it, but though Diana was new to the world
of men she still possessed a woman’s intuition, and she saw straight through
every little gesture. The shy smiles, the downcast eyes as they curtsied to
him. The attempts to get just too close as he took their hands and drew them
into dancing position. (She noted, with a rather savage satisfaction that
surprised her in its intensity, that Steve was a master at holding a firm
dancing frame and keeping the harpies at a respectable distance.) The way they
seemed to laugh at everything he said. And the worst, the way they lingered.
She saw how their hands would drift over his shoulder, down his arm as he
released them after a dance. She saw how their eyes would follow him as he
turned away after bowing. It made her sick. Thankfully, the steady stream of men
asking her for dances kept her largely occupied, but in the moments when she
found herself resting at the edge of the floor she couldn’t help but notice the
machinations of these women. She completely trusted, Steve, though, and let him
handle them on his own. —He can take care
of himself, she told herself firmly. —I
am not going to get involved.
It wasn’t long before she found
herself going back on her own words.
The woman was shockingly redheaded.
Watching her move around the floor was like watching a tongue of flame flitting
through the sea of bodies. She had been a late arrival, and quite quickly
navigated her way over to Steve. Diana happened to be taking a break after a
particularly spirited set with a young colonel, so she watched the whole scene
unfurl. Steve was just turning away from his previous partner as the
flame-headed woman stepped around one last person to stand in front of him.
Diana saw him stop and gawk, then sweep the woman clean off her feet in a bear
hug before setting her down and holding her by her shoulders at arm’s length.
They chatted animatedly in the brief lull in the music, seeming to talk over
each other in their excitement. After a brief interchange—during which his
hands never left her shoulders except to make the occasional gesture, Diana
noted sourly—he pulled the woman into another fierce hug. The music started up
again and Steve made the most ridiculously elaborate bow to the woman, who laughed
delightedly and dropped into an equally over-the-top curtsy. As Steve took her
hand, the woman closed well beyond the bounds of propriety. Diana, her mood
darkening by the second, noticed that Steve made no attempt to maneuver the
woman away from himself as he circled his other arm around her waist. Diana
felt a muscle jump in her jaw. The musical introduction finished, and all the
couples on the floor whisked away in an elegant waltz. Steve was an excellent
leader (of course), but this woman was also incredibly nimble on her feet and
although Diana hated to admit it, the two made a stunning pair. She felt a
reflexive stab of revulsion at “stunning pair” accurately describing Steve with
any woman besides herself. It seemed as though the dance would never end. Diana
saw more than one pair of heads bend together to whisper after Steve and his
partner had floated by, no doubt commenting on the beauty of their dance. She
thought she was going to be sick. At long last, the music came to a close and
the dancers all bowed to one another. Diana drew a deep breath, trying to
untangle the knot of fury in her belly. A small part of her brain tried to
remind her that she trusted Steve without reservation. Then, the red-haired
witch—Diana’s brain supplied this word before she could stop it—hooked her arm
comfortably through Steve’s and steered him off the dance floor toward a waiter
holding a tray of delicate champagne flutes. They each took a glass, exchanged
a couple of words, then clinked the glasses and downed their contents, tossing
their heads back in a synchronous motion that looked well-practiced. The two
now stood, holding empty glasses and grinning at each other, and Diana snapped.
She moved from her corner and stalked
her way towards the errant Captain Trevor, gathering her anger about her like
the folds of a cloak. The guests in her path, sensing the growing thunderstorm
within the young Amazon, shifted quickly out of her way as she moved through
the crowd. The last of the crowd parted to show her Steve and the woman, still
animatedly talking. As she opened her mouth to say gods only knew what, Steve,
whose eye had caught the sudden motion of the crowd, glanced over and broke off
“Diana!” he exclaimed, a brilliant
smile breaking over his face that put her wrath on its heels. “There’s someone
I want you to meet!” He closed the distance between them, bringing the strange
woman with him. “Lizzie, Diana. Diana, this is Elizabeth Cunningham. We grew up
together in the States, and she served as a communications operator in France.”
“So nice to meet you!” the
woman—Elizabeth—extended her hand and Diana shook it reflexively, still
off-balance. Elizabeth had a slender face thickly dusted with freckles and a rich,
musical voice, but her handshake was firm and her palm was calloused. This
woman was no delicate flower. She continued without waiting for a response from
Diana. “They rather frown upon women going into combat, or I’d have been a
pilot like this guy.” She directed a
playful jab at Steve’s shoulder. “So, I got into communications instead! Not
quite as exciting as chasing down enemy pilots in a Sopwith, but—” she lowered
her voice conspiratorially. “I did
get the chance to get my hands in the intelligence business, which is great fun.”
Her eyes sparkled mischievously. Diana, whose experience with the intelligence
business had involved six men with guns in a London back alley, wasn’t sure she
agreed with Elizabeth’s assessment. “But you grew up on an island of warrior women! Steve was just telling me
about you. What I wouldn’t give to have that kind of training!”
Steve rolled his eyes. “Don’t let
her fool you,” he said to Diana. “I can’t think of anyone I’d rather meet in a
dark alley less, aside from maybe
you. She’s one of the best hand-to-hand fighters I know, and a crack shot with
“Well,” Elizabeth continued,
unfazed, “it’s nice to know there’s another woman in his life who can keep him
honest!” Diana bristled at being referred to as “another woman” in Steve’s
life. “Too many girls just fall all over themselves when they get around him.”
She put on a simpering false voice. “‘Would you care to dance, Captain Trevor?
My, you’re so strong, Captain Trevor! Is it true you shot down six enemy
fighters in one engagement, Captain Trevor? How brave!’” She laughed as though
it were the most preposterous thing in the world. “It’s a wonder he hasn’t got
an ego the size of Texas!”
“With people like you and Etta, and
now Diana, to keep me humble? Not a chance!” He smiled at Diana, and suddenly a
flood of warmth was competing with the thunderstorm in her head. At that
moment, a stuffy-looking old Frenchman in a dark suit approached and cleared
his throat to get Elizabeth’s attention.
“Might I ‘ave ze honor of zis
dance, mademoiselle?” he said, bowing stiffly.
“The honor is all mine, monsieur,”
Elizabeth replied, suddenly demure as she dropped into a curtsy. Handing her
empty glass to Steve, she took the Frenchman’s proffered arm, and as she glided
away she fluttered her fingers at Diana and called, “Pleasure!” over her
shoulder before she disappeared among the dancing couples.
Steve chuckled and shook his head
as he watched her go. “Comes at you like a whirlwind, that one.”
“She is certainly…something.”
Steve’s head turned sharply at the strained note in her voice, and he noticed
for the first time how rigidly she was standing, and the smoldering in her
“What is it?” He drew her towards
one of the balconies so they could talk in private.
Diana’s brain was whirling,
reassessing, trying to let go of the rage that had filled her, but she found
that it was like trying to get free of being tangled in a large blanket. Off
balance, she sputtered. “I just…you were…and she’s so…!”
“Lizzie?” Steve was incredulous.
“You were worried about Lizzie?” They
emerged into the cool night air. He began to chuckle, though Diana couldn’t see
what he found funny about the situation. “Diana, are you…” he paused, and it
sounded like he was fighting to keep laughter out of his voice. “Are you jealous?”
“She was very close to you,” she muttered rather sullenly, feeling her
face warm and refusing to look at him.
“Hey…” his voice was suddenly soft,
and the hand he placed under her chin to turn her face towards his was gentle.
Blue eyes met brown, and she was staggered by the incredible tenderness there.
“Lizzie is my best friend. We did everything together as kids. I haven’t seen
her since we both joined up and got assigned to different divisions two years
ago.” His hand was now warm against her cheek, and his eyes were starting to
crinkle with amusement. “She actually embarked on a matchmaking crusade a year
or so before we joined, and spent her time alternating between trying to set me
up on dates and lamenting that no woman would ever be foolish enough to
actually take me. She’s actually quite pleased that I’ve found someone who…how
did she put it?…will ‘keep me in line.’” The smile that had been tugging at
the corners stretched across his face, and Diana felt her anger slowly ebb
“I saw how all the women treated
you tonight,” she said slowly. “I watched them simper and fawn and try to get
too close to you, and I watched you deflect every single one of their advances.
Then she came along and…” Diana
trailed off, looking away. Her voice was small when she continued. “I was so
“Hey,” he repeated, and she met his
gaze again. “I love Lizzie dearly, and I hope you’ll come to love her as well,
but you have nothing to worry about on that front.” He hesitated. “I actually
tried to kiss her when I was sixteen.”
“Really?” Diana’s eyebrow arched.
He chuckled. “I’d started
developing a crush on her, and I thought something magical would happen if we
kissed. She stopped me the second she realized what I was trying. I believe her
exact words were, ‘Dude! Just…no.’” Diana stared. “I couldn’t look her in the
face for a solid week afterwards, and that was the end of that.” He grinned,
and Diana felt herself slowly smile back at him.
“Dude,” she repeated musingly. “Just…no.”
“Don’t go getting any ideas, now!” Steve
looked suddenly alarmed. She couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up. That
was the exact reaction she’d been hoping for.
“You have nothing to worry about.”
She reached up with both hands and pulled his face to hers.
When they separated some time
later, she spoke again. “I believe I over-reacted.”
He shrugged grandly. “You didn’t
react, technically. Lizzie didn’t give you much chance to get a word in
edgewise. She does that.”
Diana smiled. “I think I’m really
going to like this girl.”
“I certainly hope so.” He offered
his arm, and she took it. “Let’s go find out.” And they turned and went back
A chilling, neon blue. Very fitting. The perfect compliment, to be honest.
Mal’s personal best, mounted on its tripod and trained out across the floor, playing everything back on its little LCD screen for Mal to see.
…And boy, was there plenty of action.
A lilting, lusty voice rang loud and clear through the speakers, filling the dancefloor of the old club they filmed in like a thick, wonderfully deadly fog.
“You got that good girl attitude, and yeah I kinda like it…”
“You got the tats on your arm, get a bad girl excited…”
But the voice just barely held a candle to the body it belonged to, the body on the dancefloor, moving in close to her backup dancers as she acted along to the music. Evie, the pop star, filming for her newest music video with Mal, as always, behind the camera. Concepts came and went, and Mal had seen them all, but this one…something was different about this one.
“Please don’t lie to me like that. You know I don’t like being treated like a kid, Y/N.” Yugyeom said seriously, grabbing onto your shoulders and looking you straight in the eye. You sighed, finally pulling the paper out of your pocket and handing it to him.
“How..How long have you been standing there?” You asked through a steady stream of tears. Yugyeom stood by the entrance to your apartment, unsure what to say. You sniffled, clutching the small piece of paper in your hand. Paper was always so disposable, but this one sealed your fate.
Quickly, you stuffed the paper into your pocket and wiped at your eyes harshly. He couldn’t know. Not yet.
The instruction to not enter called out to you like a bright light to a moth. You wanted to go in. You wanted to know what was so important that it was worth labelling with a warning. But was it worth crossing a room full of robotic dancers to find out?
(2017) reader dances for the USO, and they are working on a 1940s dance with costumes. Bucky and Steve get invited to view it as they have seen some. Bucky can tell that one of the dancers is close to heat and is HIS Omega.
Good lord I love you for sending these in. Seriously. Thank you.
Dancing has always been your life, it was practically part of your DNA. When you were a young girl, you hadn’t been the most graceful, but you’d still persisted, taking every dance class your mom could afford.
So when you’d gotten the chance to dance with the USO, you’d taken it immediately. You’d done a little swing dance in one of your classes, so you knew the basics and were insanely excited when they’d decided to do a 1940s show, complete with various swing styles.
And then you’d heard that Captain America and his best friend Bucky Barnes were coming, and you were even more excited. You’d secretly had the biggest crush on them both when you were a kid, visiting the Smithsonian exhibit as often as you could.
Of course, you practiced at home, at practice, and anywhere you could do the moves, wanting to be perfect for Cap and Bucky. Your instructor had even commented on your moves, praising you for how on-point they were.
You’d forgotten to check your calendar, so you didn’t realize your heat was going to show up on the day of the show, until your app gave you an alert the day before. Cursing your forgetfulness, you took your suppressants, but you knew it’d been too late, and some of the Alphas that showed up would be able to smell your Omega hormones.
The day of the special show, you make sure to pack your Alpha-repellent spray, just in case, and try to contain your excitement as you head to the theater and start warming up with the rest of the girls. Thankfully they’re all Omegas too, so they know what you’re going through, and a few even offer you scent-blocking spray, though you know it’ll wear off from the sweat from dancing. You apply some anyways, hoping maybe it’ll last, and then it’s time for the show, and the adrenaline comes back full-force as you stand behind the curtain, waiting for your cue.
Bucky is sitting beside Steve, trying to sit still, because he can smell Omega, his Omega, somewhere in the building. He knows it’s his Omega because he asked Steve if he could smell it, and Steve didn’t notice anything out of the usual, and knowing that his Omega is in the building has Bucky even more antsy than usual. He didn’t think he had an Omega, not after the shit-storm that was The Winter Soldier.
Shuddering at the memories, he turns his attention to the stage as the curtain rises, revealing a line of beautiful women. The smell is stronger now, and he can get a vague direction on the scent, but he can’t pin-point which girl it is. Luckily, he and Steve had been invited to meet the girls afterwards, and Bucky would find her then, he was determined. Fate might be cruel, but she’d given him a mate, and he’d be damned if he let her go.