friday night is alright

I love you on a Monday
When the world is too busy hating
When the office is too noisy preparing
My hearts does a somersault knowing you’ll be there waiting
And as I jump out of the car running late,
I love you in between adrenaline rates
I love you on a Monday date

I love you on a Tuesday
As I catch a glimpse of you working
On a requirement due an hour of submitting
I would walk up to you hoping
That you would look up noticing
That despite the colors from an artwork you’re painting
The static from my eyes are still more electrifying
Because yours do
And always will
I love you on a Tuesday

I love you on a Wednesday
When twenty minutes of break feels like seconds
When your smiles feel like weapons
And every word is a powerful opinion
That targets my heart in every direction
Every joke is a doorway
Every moment is on replay
Going home late was suddenly okay
I love you more on a Wednesday

I love you on a Thursday
When I ramble about books and comments
And you don’t care about my looks and nonsense
When you remind me of today’s contents
Of happiness, songs, movies, and events
I suddenly wish I have the power to prevent
The curtains from closing this extent
The hours ending from today,
Your hands on mine promising ‘someday’
And when we reach the finish line of today’s raceway,
Remember that I love you on a Thursday

I love you on a Friday
When everyone is busy planning their night
And me hoping everything is alright
As you walk towards my desk in sight,
As my heart beats faster when you meet the light
From the room’s window where I write
My heart elevates on every flight
Up there it goes beyond my height
But there you go,
You skipped my place
Moving your way towards a girl in lace
My heart fell as you embrace
“Where did I go wrong?” I asked the empty space
I love you on a Friday’s lonely night case

I love you on a Saturday
When I gracefully tell myself not to talk to you again
When I constantly remind myself I am not your gem
You messaged me then
Saying you had a great weekend
And I love you so much it hurts
The pain gets worse
As I grip tightly at the hem of my shirt
“I’m happy for you”, I silently blurt
Please don’t drift away
Please don’t be another soon-to-end holiday
Not another visitor on a railway
I love you so much on a Saturday

I love you on a Sunday
As you take her hand and introduce her
As my heart beats slow down and blur
When her eyes are what you prefer
And I am nothing as I infer
Only, I know better
That loving you wasn’t guaranteed to be an open airway
Nor was it just an easy hundred-word essay
It was meeting you halfway
It was shards of glass on the highway
It was sacrificing you away
It was already seeing dismay
Yet going for it anyways
I love you not only on the weekdays
Nor do I love you only on Saturdays and Sundays
For I love you and when I do,
I love you every day.

Of Snowstorms and Men (Bucky AU Oneshot)

Characters: reader x Bucky, OC Tara (mentioned)

Request of sorts from this post by @whothehellisbella , summary/prompt by @novaya-model:

Hot single dad hires a broke babysitter who happens to need a date to their ex’s wedding and the two get stuck in a snow storm on the drive up there and have to cuddle in the small, tight backseat to keep warm

Warnings: mild swearing? Mentions of cheating and sexy times.

 Word Count: 3.2k (yikes. heh.)

Tags are at the bottom. Permanent list is CLOSED I’M SORRY. 

A/N: Holy crap, you guys. I haven’t written so much so fast in a really really long time. Like, 3k in 2 hours. Whoa. I’m a slow writer usually. I saw Bella’s post though and my fingers just started flying!! This is basically just a huge jumble of tropes and I really hope you like it. Any feedback and comments are appreciated! Love you guys!! 

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Three Weeks Ago:

“No offense I hope, but…you seem a bit older than most of the other applicants,” said the man who sat before you.

“None taken, I promise. Trust me, I never thought I’d be applying for a nanny job in my late 20s because I can’t get a job even with a Master’s degree,” you replied, laughing nervously.

“Understood,” he nodded. “So, what makes you a good fit for this position, Ms. (Y/L/N)?” he asked, tapping a pen lazily on your resume before him.

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

Just a few song lyric sentence starters in honour of Valentine’s Day. I couldn’t find my official “Sappy Love Songs” playlist so I just went off memory. Spread the love and the memes this holiday!

Can’t help falling in love

shall I stay? ❞
❝ wise men say, only fools rush in.  ❞
❝ some things are meant to be .  ❞
❝ take my hand.   ❞
❝ take my whole life too.   ❞
❝ I can’t help falling in love with you.   ❞

Falling in love in a coffee shop

❝ I think that I’m falling for you. ❞
❝ I want to come too. ❞
❝ No one understands me quite like you do. ❞
❝ I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop
I love so much. ❞
❝ It was you. ❞ 

A thousand years 

❝ How to be brave? ❞
❝ How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? ❞ 
❝ Darling, don’t be afraid I have loved you.  ❞
❝ Every hour has come to this. ❞
❝ Beauty in all she is. ❞
❝ I will not let anything take away. ❞ 

Coffee and Cigarrettes

❝ Coffee and cigarettes are my only escape. ❞
❝ So, won’t you sing with me? ❞
❝ It’s cold outside, and I’m feeling kinda lonely. ❞
❝ I’m looking up, but I’m feeling kind of down. ❞
❝ Yeah, I have friends, but they have friends. ❞
❝ They have parties, and I’m so awkward. ❞
❝ So what do you say, just as friends, we see a movie
This weekend, alright? ❞
❝ Friday nights are always the same in this town. ❞ 

All about you 

❝ You make my life worthwhile, it’s all about you ❞
❝ It’s all about you ❞
❝ I would answer all your wishes, if you asked me to ❞
❝ Hold me close and say three words, like you used to do. ❞
❝ Dancing on the kitchen tiles, it’s all about you. ❞

Caught Up (Part 1)

author: chrevastan
word count: 3056 (oneshot; possible miniseries)
characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader (F)
warnings: Cursing, like, 5% angst, and pointless fluff
insp: Based on (but not really) Before We Go
A/N: This is the longest fic I’ve written so far. Please let me know if you want this to be a three-part series because I really can’t… *sigh* Can’t decide. This part can stand alone, though. Stan Lee cameo Permanent tag list and drabble requests for Bucky or Steve are open

Originally posted by yourlipbalm

“That’s all for now, thank you.”

You gave a tiny bow, marking the end of your set as a gentle wave of applause met you from the audience. It was a Friday night and as usual, the bar was packed full of people wanting to get a head start celebrating the weekend.

As you made your way down the small platform, the bliss you felt from performing suddenly faltered when you spotted the manager standing by the bar with his arms crossed. He wore a blank expression and nodded at you as if to say “Come here” and anxiety began to bubble up in your chest.

Taking your guitar case with you, you approached him with a cheery smile, trying to hide the worry you suddenly felt. “Hey, Jed. What’s up?”

“Great performance, as always.” his tone sounded unconvinced of what he said, though, “You might wanna sit down for this.”

Bad news. Great.

You sat on one of the bar stools, accidentally hitting the man sitting on your right with your guitar case. You glanced at him and caught a sight of his bulky form. He was wearing a red shirt, a bomber jacket, and some gloves. His long dark hair was pulled back in a small bun and a light stubble accentuated his sharp jaw.

You muttered an apology which he simply smiled at and you realized just how gorgeous this stranger was. The blue of his eyes stood out in spite of the low light, and though you usually felt uneasy around huge men, he didn’t radiate a menacing vibe at all.

“Y/N,” Jed’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you immediately turned around to focus your attention on him.

“Yeah, I’m here. What is it?”

Jed heaved out a lungful of air and looked anywhere but at you. “Look, I hate to do this. But the bar’s getting more attention now and we’re gaining a lot of patrons, so I’ve decided to hire some new talent to take over the Friday night sessions.”

“Oh, so you’re moving my schedule?”

“No, I’m saying you’re fired.” Jed casually said, taking a sip of his whiskey.

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Title: Enchanted
Fandom: Riverdale
Word Count: 920
Characters: Cheryl Blossom x Reader
Reader Gender: Female
Warnings: None
Notes: I love my redheaded girlfriend dearly, and this is my first time writing for her, so I hope I did her justice. ❤️

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Cheryl Blossom had never known what real love was. Her parents loved her when it was convenient for them, when they needed a pretty daughter to show off. Her brother loved her the most of anyone she knew, but still, he withheld aspects of himself from her, and she always felt that he didn’t love her as unconditionally as he claimed.

And then she met you.

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The Bad Guy (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Originally posted by diggstrash

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Requested?: ‘Tjeff with #45 “everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy"’ (@predomina-buna)

Prompt: "Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy”

Words: 3200+

Warnings: Southern Motherfucking Democratic-Republicans, Fluff, High school setting, Prom



“Stay away from Thomas Jefferson. He’s nothing but trouble for a sweet girl like you.”

That’s all you’ve been hearing from your new friends at Monticello High. You transferred there because of your old school upstate was shut down because of sanitary violations. Your family moved from Albany to New York City in order for you to go to school here. You knew your cousins were attending here so you knew you were going to be safe. You didn’t have many friends so your cousins, the Schuyler sisters, introduced you to their friends and you connected with them. You were really good friends with Eliza’s boyfriend Alexander and Alexander’s gay friend John. The rest of the group were cool and really nice to you. You always talked with them regularly and sat with them at lunch. You were all a big happy family.

That is until you met the Southern Democratic-Republicans.

The Virginian duo and upstate New Yorker that made this trio of chaos were the first things Alexander decided to educate you on once you entered the group. Alexander had a really hostile past with the trio of Juniors that ran the school Debate team and Government class. He would pinpoint each individual member and speaks about them in a hushed tone.

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Warren Worthington

(I needed something to occupy my mind. I haven’t been feeling all that well these past few weeks, so writing this was a good outlet. I listened to Colors (Stripped) by Halsey to write this. I should have a Ward Meachum fic up by the end of the week. Anyway, I hope whoever reads this enjoys, and feedback would be greatly appreciated!)

Warnings: Slight swearing, alcohol and blood mention.

Word count: 4k


This is hard.

But he just couldn’t bring himself to do it earlier on.

It would have been easier though.

With the people in charge of the fight club out looking for him, he knew they’d kill anyone including you to get to him.

They wouldn’t want anyone interfering with getting one of their best fighters back.

You had stumbled across him in an alleyway after he had gotten into a fight with a group of men who were looking for trouble.

They had found it.

In the haze of cigarette smoke flowing down from the open window of the building above you and the dim blue light pouring out onto the street as you were walking home, you saw the silhouette of what looked like a pair of wings.

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I Need You

I Need You

Word count: 4.1K

Genre: angst, romantic smut

This was a request from @roleplaymeranda , hope you like it :)

You were antsy, waiting for Jungkook at home. This was the third night in a row that he’d gone out with his co workers. You were glad that he had friends at his new job. He had honestly worried so much about starting to teach at this new school. It was new and prestigious and he’d only graduated two years ago, but he had rocked his interview just like you knew he would.

You two had been married for a year and three months and even had a little dog named, Buster. It was true, the first year of marriage was hard. Despite the fact that you had dated for four years before he asked you to marry him. You’d met in college but you knew him before you’d became friends.

You had seen him in one of your classes a semester before one of your friends, Jimin, had introduced you. You thought he was gorgeous. You were in a class of over one hundred people and you sat toward the side, in the middle,  near the door. Jungkook had sat in the front row, in the middle. He was very sweet and always ready to answer questions, the teacher loved him. Luckily, you had taken a class pretty much exactly like it in high school because you definitely didn’t pay attention to anything but him.

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Let’s Meet At Luke’s Part 3

Catch up on Let’s Meet At Lukes!

                “Yes! Yes you did!” Rory laughed as Dean chuckled, shaking his head. “I do not ever remember telling you I’d watch you walk around a book store and shop for 6 or 7 hours,” Dean said as he looked down at her. Rory smiled softly at him. “Today’s been a lot of fun,” she said as she turned toward him, staring up into his hazel eyes. “You know, Rory, I thought for sure that when I left, I’d never see you again, but, now that I have…” he whispered leaning closer to her.

               Rory smiled and leaned up, their lips inches apart. She could smell the mint he’d sucked on after finishing his cup of coffee. Which, she could still smell a hint of as well; Rory closed her eyes, anxious to feel his lips on hers again. Suddenly, her phone began to ring, causing her to jump back, Dean doing the same as he cleared his throat and rubbed his neck awkwardly. Rory’s eyes were wide as she dug around in her purse pulling her phone out and seeing a missed call from her mother. “Sorry about that,” she said smiling as she shoved her phone back into her purse. “Don’t worry about it, I should get you home anyways,” Dean sputtered as he walked her back to her car. “You know, we should go out again, this was a lot of fun. What are you doing tomorrow night?” Rory asked as they stopped at her car.

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anonymous asked:

could you do number 25 from the writing prompt with josh, please?

25. “When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!”

It had been three months and seventeen days. Three months and seventeen days since Josh left for tour. And three months and seventeen days since you both decided to break up. It was the hardest decision of your life, one that you didn’t even want to make. But the distance was too much, it was driving you both crazy. The moment he was gone it was always constant fighting and arguing, and for the sake of your sanity, you had to call it quits. You loved that boy more than you could show, and leaving him at the airport nearly killed you. But with Jenna’s promise of making sure he was okay, you said goodbye.

The days had been blurring together. You got up, you went to work for 8 hours, you went home. You shut yourself off from your family, only really speaking with Jenna. She didn’t talk about Josh, and you were extremely grateful. She didn’t pretend that he wasn’t there and that she saw him everyday, she just never talked about him for longer than a minute. And you loved her to pieces for that.

“I’m thinking of ordering pizza,” you tell her one night over FaceTime, which you usually did every night. She kept you sane.

“When’s the last time you cooked anything,” she asks, giving you a look. Jenna was famous for giving looks.

You pretend like you’re not actually thinking about it, but it had been a while. You hadn’t even gotten groceries in the past two months. You only left your house for work. “I don’t know, a while.”

“Well, I know how long it’s been. Too long, and you really should stop ordering in so much. I bet making dinner would make you feel better,” she says the last part in a sing-song voice, like she was trying to convince you to get off your ass.

“Josh did most of the cooking…” you mumble.

“Babe,” Jenna sighs, in her maternal voice. “You’re not doing too well are you?”

“What gave it away?” You laugh nervously. You’re actually surprised that it took Jenna this long to say something. You had honestly been a complete mess since day one.

“Do you really think breaking up was such a good idea?” she asks. “You haven’t been yourself since it happened, you’re not eating properly. I promised Tyler I wouldn’t say anything, but Y/N, you’ve lost so much weight, and I know you think that you’re trying to hide it but you’re not doing a very good job. Maybe you should try talking to Josh, see if you can work something out.”

“I can’t,” You defend. “The distance made us crazy, Jenna. We were fighting all the time and neither of us want that.”

“Yeah because the distance isn’t making you more crazy,” She jabs. And you know she’s right, but you’re stubborn.

“Well, Josh doesn’t look like he’s so torn up about it,” you grumble.

“And you know that how?” Jenna raises an eyebrow at you. “It’s not like you’re here everyday, seeing how this is affecting the both you.” You can hear the frustration in her voice and it only put you on the defence.

“Whatever. If he wanted to work things out, he would have made an effort to get in touch with me already,” You snap.

Jenna rolls her eyes. “You’re both like children, honestly. Go make dinner, Y/N. I’ll talk to you later.” She ends the call before you can even say goodbye. You’re fuming. You didn’t care that she made a good point, Josh clearly didn’t want to work things out. If he did, he would have messaged you or called you or something. At least, you thought he would.

Another two weeks pass and you’re slowly getting into the groove of being on your own. Jenna was right, a home cooked meal was way better than take out every night. So your fridge was finally full again, and you decided maybe you should join a gym, channel all the extra emotions you had into building a healthier and stronger body. You were starting to feel alright again.

It’s late Friday night when your front door shakes from the loudest knock you’ve ever heard. It actually makes you physically jump from your spot on the couch. You glance up at the clock hanging on your wall; 11:49pm. Who the hell was banging on your door at nearly midnight. Another knock comes again as you stand to answer the door, only it was quieter this time. You adjust your pj shorts and tank top, making sure you look presentable for whoever your unknown guest was.

You open the door and freeze in place. A very tired, and dropping wet Josh Dun was standing on the other side. You blink a couple of times, making sure that you’re not actually dreaming. But no, he was actually standing in front of you, looking like he just had his heart ripped out of his chest.

“Josh, what are you doing here?” Not that you didn’t want to see him, you were just confused as to why he was showing up at your house at midnight. Your heart drops. “Did something happen with your family?”

“No,” he replies quickly. He’s anxious, you can hear it in his voice. And how you longed to pull him into your arms and remind him that he’s okay. But they stay tight at your sides. “Can I come in?”

You hesitate for a moment, then step to the side allowing him to brush past you into your apartment. He doesn’t sit, and you just stand with your arms crossed, watching him pace. “You realize it’s like midnight.”

“I know,” He almost snaps, and you just sigh. “I’m just trying to find the words okay, just- just give me a sec.” He keeps pacing, and it’s starting to make you dizzy so you cross the room to sit at the kitchen table.

“I’ve been a mess,” He begins, still pacing, not even looking at you. “Since the airport, since you said goodbye. And I thought- I thought that being on tour and being so busy would help distract from the break up. But I was wrong.” He turns to face you, and you can see the stress in his eyes, and it damn near breaks your heart. “I flew here, to try and convince you to come back with me, to finish tour with me. Because I love you, Y/N. I love you so much. And I’m stupid to think that I could do this on my own. Please, please work this out with me. Because I want every day with you.”

You wait for a couple of seconds, waiting for the punch line or something. Because he could not seriously think you could just drop everything and join him for the next 3 months. “You’re serious?”

“Well, I mean I’m here at your house, at midnight. And I have a show tomorrow, so, yeah. I’m serious,” He replies.

You practically snort as your eyes roll back into your head. “You’re crazy.”

“This thing is, Y/N, when you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then! I am willing to do whatever it takes to make this work. Because I want you.”

You stare at him for a long time, and he doesn’t even flinch. He’s serious, and yeah he may have been crazy, but he was right. You don’t just stop. He drops his tense shoulders, eyes pleading. And you knew there was no way you could let him leave here without you again.

“First of all,” You begin, after a long moment of silence. “You are crazy,” you flash him a smile, and he grins. “Second, come help me pack and think of a good excuse to tell my boss,” You finish, standing up from the table.

You think you see tears in his eyes as he lunges forward and picks you up in a spinning hug, pulling you tight to his body before kissing your face all over. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you smile. “Even if you are crazy.”

I Ship Us

Summary: you and Cas are both high school teachers, and your feelings for one another are obvious to everyone else–especially your students–except the two of you. 

Pairing: Teacher!Castiel x Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: language, FLUFFY FLUFF, you and cas get interrupted a lot

Originally posted by i--could--go--with--you

You practically ran inside the building, your high heels clattering against the tile flooring and your purse swinging from your elbow as you desperately tried to hang onto the stack of graded papers and the cup of coffee in your hands. You were running late to your class—again—and the classroom you taught in was on the top level. Of course.

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Imagine being Rafael’s daughter and meeting the squad after you witness a crime

(A/N: Dedicated to the Anon who suggested it and bumped this up the list. Sorry for the wait. First one of it’s kind.  I want to write continuations for this so definitely get excited for those. I hope you enjoy and to the anon who suggested it. I hope I meet your expectations! Enjoy!) 

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Imagine being Rafael’s daughter and meeting the squad after you witness a crime

“And it’s the schools Father Daughter dance on…” you continued to say before stopping yourself as you realised he wasn’t listening, “Dad!”

“Hmm.” he said looking up from his monetarily at you from across the counter as he simultaneously poured milk into a bowl of cereal.

“Is on Friday, at the Glasshouses.” you finished.

“What is?” he questioned, still looking at his phone.

“The Father-Daughter dance.” you chuckled, “You said you would come.”

“On Friday night?” he asked for reassurance.

You nodded inn confirmation.

“I don’t know Y/N. I might be busy that night.” he offered, shooting you a cautious look.

“I understand.” you sighed, slightly disappointed, “I can see how you would be busy at 8:00 on a Friday night.”

He smirked at you, releasing what you were getting at.

“Alright, I’ll try to come. I might be late, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.” he gave in, walking round the kitchen counter and putting the cereal bowl in front of you.

“That’s all I ask,” you smiled before looking down at the bowl, “What’s this?”

“I made you breakfast.” he responded as if it was obvious.

You took a dangerous glance to the sink were the empty bowl of cereal you had finished fifteen minutes ago sat, ready to go into the dishwater.

“Thanks Dad.” you grinned, scooping up a spoonful.

“You’re welcome.” he said obviously pleased with himself, “Do you need money for lunch?”

“I take my lunch to school.” you reminded gesturing to your bag which had your lunch on top of it in the seat next to you.

“Since when?” he asked, confused.

“Since always.” you informed.

“Right.” he nodded, with a sigh.

“But I do need money for dinner, because I’m assuming you’re going to be back late.” you offered, so he wouldn’t feel too bad.

“How much do you need?” he asked, pulling his wallet and finally putting his phone down.

“Fifty dollars.” you stated.

“For take-out for one? I don’t think so.” he scoffed.

“I’m not going to order in. I’m going to buy groceries.” you explained.

“Doesn’t Sarah do that?” he questioned, referencing your maid who also did the grocery shopping each week.

“She does but you gave her the week off so she could go Vermont for her sisters Wedding.” you reminded, giving him an all-knowing expression.

He was trying to come off an annoyed but you could tell he was slightly disappointed in himself for not remembering. He was trying.

“I’m giving you thirty. Drop a few of those fancy vegetables you insist on buying.” he played off handing you a mixture of notes that totalled thirty dollars.

“Alright, but if I starve…” you joked.

“It will be one less thing for me to worry about.” he smirked, quickly glancing at his watch, “I’ve got to go.”

He quickly grabbed your hand and directed the spoonful of cereal that was on it into his own mouth. You gave him a look of protest, but you secretly didn’t mind. You weren’t going to finish it anyway. He gave you a wink before, grabbing his briefcase and heading for the door.

“Love you Dad.” you called after him.

“Love you too kiddo.” he called back after a pause.

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anonymous asked:

Hey in hitmen for hire do you know what chris morris is saying to dylan klebold (?), like do you know the context and transcript? something about 'you gotta do that friday night regardless'? and then dylan says something like 'alright have a ?, enjoy'?

Well, we don’t really know for certain if that’s Dylan.  I’m not fully on board with the sound of  the voice and the accent.  Though the “Mexican Shit” would be something he’d probably say. I don’t really see him berating a friend about grades and doing homework since his own grades sucked.

That said, this is what I can make out from this tiny end segment from HM4H

Dylan/Whoever:  “Well, you gotta do that Friday night regardless. Or else..let’s see you got a D in most.”

Chris Morris: “..what Friday night?”

Dylan/Whoever: “That fuckin’ Mexican shit talent show.”    lol  

Whiny little bitch Chris Morris mumbles:
“eehh..annnd what day do I work?  So I guess I won’t do it.”

Dylan/Whoever:  “Alright, have a D. Enjoy.”  (If this was Dylan, like, he’s one to talk. ;)   

An Assassins daughter (Prt. 2)

Summary: Reader gets more acclimated with the avengers. Plus they all see rocky Horror Picture show.

Warnings: language mentions of violence implied PTSD the usual

(A/N): so the endings for this is kind of weird but yeah. thanks for all the support guys I really appreciate it sorry this took so long but here is part two!

Originally posted by amralleme

 "Hey how was dance class?“ Bucky asked you from your spot on the couch. You had been living with the avengers for almost a week now, and tonight was your first dance class.

"It was fun. Hard but fun.” You said while walking into the kitchen for a bottle of water. “How was sparing with umm….?” You asked, you were still having a hard time with everyone’s names.

“Wanda. And it was good she won once or twice.” You both laughed.

“So umm you want to watch a movie or something?” Bucky asked. He had been trying to bond with you all week and sometimes it worked sometimes not.

“Sure. What decade you want?” You asked. You were helping Bucky and Steve work there way through pop culture.

“Didn’t you say to show me and Steve some Disney movie stuff?” Bucky asked. You grinned late 90’s Disney movies were your favorite.

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