i had to make a close up

simply-yelly2  asked:

Except for her sister, Mothwing, and Sorreltail, Leafpool had no friends. I blame that on how she acted as an apprentice, being all goody-girl and the like. Do you think Leafpool would have been a bit more well rounded if she had more friends who were close to her age?

Y’know, I admit I’ve always been a little puzzled over this;  because considering how easily Leafpaw became friends with Moth and Sorrel, and Cody later, and how she kept an easy rapport with most cats she came across (and was respectful and undemanding in most social settings) I can’t make sense of how little friends Leafpool ended up having because the Erins firstly made her out to be one of those who made friends wherever she went - yet as an adult medcat there’s only Mothwing remaining (and that wasn’t too well executed in the long run) with Sorrel stuffed back into the background noise again, and little to no mention of any other friendly relationships for Leafpool outside of her immediate family circle. Idk that just didn’t make sense to me, no matter what sort of drama she’d been through at the end of NP. 

But yes, when you mention it, one of the things I really missed for Leafpaw was for her to associate a little more with her own generation. The Erins imo made a hit and miss on Sorreltail cuz even tho she was still -paw there at the start, she was still about a year older than Leafpaw. It’s okay that Leaf gets on easier with cats who are older than her (Squirrel and Bramble don’t count Bramble usually got really childish around her lol) but at the same time you’d think there were some differences between them, a little bit of an age gap that would be hard to bridge. But then again Sorreltail was only chosen to be Leafpool’s close friend so Leaf had someone to be envious of when she got pregnant… 

And seriously, the NP apprentices’ generation was so underestimated?? Here you had sweet and diligent Whitepaw (whose temperament was really similar to Leaf herself) sourpuss Spiderpaw and his bro Shrewpaw, and then crazy lil’ Squirrelpaw, and this all sounds like a merry little clusterfuck - yet Leafpaw’s pov is almost excluded from this group just because she’s the speciul lil’ medicine cat apprentice… as if someone who’ll be in a very socially important position in the clan in the future would be better off isolated from her peers, when one of the medicine cat’s most important skills is namely people skills… yay… and now I have yet another reason to dislike how the Erins treat the medcat position. u3u

Wrapped Around Her Finger

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Warning(s): None, slight AU

Word Count: 934

Prompt: 47. “Are your nails painted?’

A/N: This one is so fluffy, I love imagining the boys as fathers, I think they’d make the best dads. 

“I’m home!” You yell, closing the door tiredly behind you. You’d been called into the office unexpectedly this afternoon, so what was supposed to be a day spent at home with your family turned into a hectic day of trying to help out your co-workers before they all drowned under the amount of work they had to do.

“MUMMY!” Your 4 year old daughter ran to the door to greet you, leaping into your arms. “Hey Olive, what are you still doing up?” You question your daughter. It was 10 o’clock, and she was normally in bed well before this. You look at her face and see that she must have been giving herself a makeover, as she had baby blue eyeshadow poorly smeared onto her eyelids and pink on her lips and the surrounding area. She nods her head in response, looking slightly guilty as she rests her head on your shoulder. “Me and daddy were having so much fun though.”

At this, your very sheepish looking husband walks around the corner. Dean was dressed in sweats and a plain grey shirt, and you were in wonder how he always looked good, even when he wasn’t trying. “Hey babe,” he gives you a quick peck on the lips, to which Olive makes her disgust well known before you head into the lounge. There were toys strewn all over the floor, looking like she had gotten out every single plaything she owned and thrown it around the room.

“Wow, you and daddy really were having fun huh?” You give Dean a pointed yet amused look, to which he shrugs and grins at you. “Well first we were playing hungry hippos, then the princesses at the castle needed our help, and then we were doing makeovers, you know how it is. So much to do so little time.” You laugh at his exaggeration and look to see that Olive’s breathing was getting heavier and her eyes were shut. “Get her to bed and I’ll clean up in here,” he states. You raise your eyebrows in questions, to which he nods affirmatively.

You get a facecloth and wipe Olive’s makeup off of her face, much to her displeasure and get her into pyjamas. You tuck her into bed and Dean comes in to say goodnight. “Can I have a bedtime story mummy?” She asks you, even though she’s fighting to keep her eyelids open. “I think it’s probably for the best if you just go to sleep baby,” which causes an instance pout to form on her face.

“Oh c’mon, one story couldn’t hurt,” Dean says. You can’t help but smile as you turn to look at him. “You cannot say no to that girl, can you?” You whisper to him, making him smile in response. “Babe… How could you say no to that face?” You laugh and turn to kiss your daughter on the head. “Daddy’s gonna read you a story, I’ll see you in the morning.” You exchange ‘I love you’s’, and as you exit the room you hear Dean begin to read her favourite, Thumbelina.

You get ready for bed, and once you’re done you walk to stand at the entrance of Olive’s room. She was fast asleep, and you assumed she fell asleep as soon as Dean had started to read to her. Dean remained by her sleeping form, humming something softly to himself as he gently stroked your daughter’s forehead. You stood there watching him for several minutes, your heart swelling at the sight before your eyes.

Eventually Dean stands to leave, smiling when he sees you at the door, walking towards you and shutting her door behind him. You smile up at him and he wraps his arms around you, engulfing your body in his own in a much needed embrace. “Busy day?” He enquires, causing you to laugh. “No busier than the day you’ve had,” you say in comment of the state of the house. He chuckles at your statement and pulls away from you slightly so that he place a tender kiss on your lips.

He reaches up to stroke the side of your face, but a flash of colour makes you grab it before he can. “Are your nails painted?” You ask incredulously, grabbing his other hand to examine them. In fact, they were painted. Dean had blue, yellow and pink nail polish smeared on his nails and a lot of the surrounding skin as well. You laugh and look up at him, him laughing along with you, looking slightly embarrassed. Your husband was always so masculine, you never could have imagined him letting anyone do anything like this to him.

“Well, she’d already done hers and she wanted to keep painting nails,” he states matter-of-factly, only causing you to giggle more. “You really don’t know how to say no to that girl do you?” You say with a shake of your head. He shakes his head in agreeance with you.

“I never thought I’d see the day a woman would get the best of me, but she has me wrapped around her finger.” Your laughter dies off and you look at the kind face of your husband, the one who had given you a family and made your life feel complete. “Well… her and one other.” He finishes, to which you lightly slap his arm for being so cheek.

“I love you,” he says, his green orbs making your stomach flutter just like the day you’d first met. “I love you too.” Your lips meet again, but you can’t hold back a smile for this one.

angel-of-music-hyde-no-longer  asked:


Hahaha and I love you too~ that’s why I did both requests. (plus I did say I would draw you Licht sometime and it’s been awhile since I have.)

This was actually really fun~ I had to make it full body cause I wanted to draw the heels lol Thanks for asking!!! Also hope you’re feeling better! ;w;


Requested Imagine 26• Monty

Hey I adore your writing:). Could you maybe write an imagine where the reader is dating Jeff, but monty has a crush on her and tries to break them up and it ends with Jeff fluff!

“Y/n? How long have you and Jeff been together?” Monty asked you, distracting you from your studying “just under a year, why?” You reply not looking up “oh um, it’s probably nothing, it’s just I wondered if you had an open relationship or something? I wonder because I saw Jeff on Friday night getting pretty close to this blonde girl” he told you, rambling a little, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, could your boyfriend be cheating on you? “It couldn’t have been jeff, he was having dinner with his family on Friday night” you say, making up excuses for him, Monty just raised his eyebrows “it was definitively him, I said hello to him. He was getting real close to the girl too” Monty added. You didn’t say a word, got up and gathered your things before leaving the library.

Walking towards your locker you saw Jeff…with a blonde, they were laughing and she kept putting her hand on his shoulder. You panicked and ran straight home, not caring about school. You spent the rest of the afternoon laying in bed feeling sorry for yourself, while also ignoring everyone’s texts wondering where you are. You zoned out of the world watching Netflix when suddenly your bedroom door burst open “heyyyyy baby! Jeez I’m soo ready for the weekend, wanna just chill out and do nothing?” He rambled on putting his bag on the hook on your door and getting comfy on the chair, then finally looking at you “baby? What’s wrong?” He asked scooting over to you “go away I don’t want you here” you mumble and roll over facing away from him “tell me what’s wrong! What have I done?” He pleased sitting next to your bed “I don’t know her name, do you even know it?” You snap and he snorts “what are you talking about?” He blurts. You turn around and look at him “the blonde girl you’ve been seeing behind my back!” You nearly shout at him and he laughs “you think this is funny?” You ask seriously “no baby it’s not funny, and it’s most certainly not true, I would never cheat on you” he pleads, looking into your eyes “ but mont-” “Montgomery put you up to this? Damn that boy is dead!” Jeff gritted through his teeth and made his hands into fists “he told me he saw you on Friday night getting close to a blonde girl” you mumble “I was with my family for dinner on Friday night, nowhere near Monty. He’s jealous of me and he’s trying to break us up and be the hero for you” Jeff stated making you laugh “why would Monty be jealous?” You ask and Jeff gives you a “seriously?” Kind of face “because I have you and he desperately wants what I’ve got” he says making you smile, Jeff gets up and climbs into bed with you, spooning you “so you haven’t cheated?” You ask as he snuggles up to you “never” he whispers as he kisses your neck, “I’m sorry Jeff I shouldn’t have believed him, it’s just that I saw you talking to a blonde girl straight after he told me and I jumped to the wrong conclusion” you say and he just hums against your skin “forget it baby we’re good” he says beginning to fall asleep, before he does he leans over and gives you a deep kiss before dozing off.

This is probably awful. I apologise if it is! I fell asleep about 5 times while writing it

Adoration part two - Draco x Reader


Part one 

Warnings - Be prepared for it to suck. Let me know if there’s anything I need to put up here please!

Y/N sighed as she pulled a pink sweater over her head. Draco Malfoy would be looking for her in a few minutes and she wasn’t even close to being ready. She walked to her dresser and opened the top drawer.

“Skirt or jeans?” she asked her best friend, Pansy Parkinson.

“You know, I still can’t believe you’re going on a date with Draco Malfoy.” she answered.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Skirt. It makes for easy access.” Pansy winked and laughed loudly as she exited the room. Y/N shook her head.

“Jeans it is then.”

She’d been standing at the bottom of the dormitory stairs for ten minutes and Draco still had not shown up. A million thoughts ran through her head, but the one that stuck out the most was the thought that this had all been a joke. It wasn’t unlike a Malfoy to pull this cruel of a prank.

“Did I not say,” a voice drawled from in front of her and her snapped up. “to wear black?”

“You did and that’s exactly why I didn’t.”

Draco gave her a once over. He smirked and offered his hand. Y/N looked at it and then walked out of the Slytherin common room. He followed close behind.

“So where are we going and what are we doing? This also better not be a prank Draco Malfoy or so help me-“

“It’s not, Y/N, relax.”

Draco led Y/N down a few flights of stairs and through some hallways - straight into the Great Hall. The sky outside was dark and slowly filling with stars - which was reflected in the ceiling above them. All of the house tables had been cleared. In the middle of the big room, sat a small table with a few candles placed on top. Besides those and the small amount of light outside, the room was dark. On the table sat two plates and rose petals were scattered around the table.

“I hope it’s not, um, too much. Forgive me if it is, but I-“

“It’s perfect, Draco.”

Draco led her to the table. He pulled out the chair for her and made his way around to his. They talked about what their interests were and what their families were like. The pair compared what exactly it was like to grow up in a house full of Slytherins. They talked of the pressures their family put on them to marry pureblood. Y/N quickly found out that while Draco did in fact believe in the pureblood line when he was younger, he’d changed his mind recently and didn’t so whole heartedly believe it. He did keep up the act though so no one would report back to his father.

Draco learned of Y/N’s favorite color. He learned that while most of her family had in fact been Slytherin, she had a distant aunt or two that were sorted into Ravenclaw. Her father wanted her to marry a pureblood Slytherin while her mother didn’t really care who she married - if she married at all.

“So, Draco, about last night…” Y/N trailed off, looking anywhere but at the boy in front of her.

“What about it?” Draco asked, confused as to why she would bring it up again.

“You didn’t have to be so nice to me you know. I could have handled the situation by myself.”

“I know. I wanted to help though. See, Y/N, the truth is, I’ve had my eye on you for awhile and I feel like I’ve never had the chance to introduce myself to you properly. You’re always surrounded by people.” he explained, avoiding eye contact with the beautiful girl in front of him.

“Draco, you and I both know that isn’t true. We have several classes together and you choose to ignore me in every single one of them.” Y/N looked down at her hands, remembering the several times she tried to talk to the boy now sitting in front of her.

“You’ve never tried to speak to me, Y/N.”

“I have! You chose to ignore me every single time, Draco. It’s embarrassing so trust me, I remember it.”

“I’m sorry.” the blonde boy mumbled.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes. Y/N didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to accept his apology because in no way was it okay that he ignored her. Maybe Draco was right though. Maybe he just didn’t hear her. Maybe he simply whole heartedly believed that she never tried to speak to him.

“Would you like to go for a walk?” Draco asked, finally meeting her eyes.

Y/N nodded and followed the boy out into the grounds. They walked in a comfortable silence, neither one of them forcing conversation. In the back of Y/N’s head she wondered why exactly they weren’t being stopped by any teachers, but she didn’t question him - just followed. Draco sat down at a big tree by the Black Lake and Y/N took a seat next to him. She followed his gaze towards the stars above them.

“Do you ever wish you could go back and change certain things?” Y/N asked, keeping her eyes on the stars. Draco’s eyes slid to look at the profile of her face illuminated by the moonlight.

“Doesn’t everyone?” he replied and returned his gaze to the sky.

“I guess so. But I mean important life moments… like when I saw you for the first time. It was our first year. I remember seeing you with your parents before the train took off and I remember thinking how lucky you were. I thought you were so lucky that both of your parents were there to send you off for your first day. My mother was the only one who was able to make it because my father got called into work. She had to get back to work as soon as possible so I made it a short and sweet goodbye. As I got to the train doors, I turned around and saw her heading over to talk to your parents. You were still with them and Draco, I just wish I could have made my feet move. I wish I had known you sooner. I wish that I didn’t have to really meet you while I was super drunk at a party that I didn’t exactly want to be at in the first place.”

Draco was silent for a few moments before he mustered up the courage to finally speak.

“It’s funny because I saw you for the first time when we were sorted. I remember watching you and hoping and wishing that someone was on my side and you were sorted into Slytherin. I was so hopeful in that moment. I don’t think I’d ever been that hopeful in my entire life. I was going to introduce myself to you that night. I ended up losing you in the crowd. I’ve been infatuated with you ever since. This might sound bizarre, but I know how the sunlight reflects off your hair. I know that when you don’t know the answer to a question your eyebrows knit together. I’m aware of how your nose is slanted perfectly, but also at an angle. Your eyes are Y/E/C. And I also know that you dated that guy to make me jealous.”

Y/N’s attention snapped to Draco’s face. He was smirking. Y/N was aware of the fact that she had dated this guy to make him jealous, yes, but where had he gotten that information from? It had to have been Pansy- she was the only one Y/N had told.

“Pansy?” she asked and he nodded his confirmation with a laugh.

“You might want to stop staring at my handsome face and instead at the sky. We’re on a stargazing date, not a Draco-gazing date. Though I can’t say that I wouldn’t mind one of those.”

Y/N snorted and brought her face back up to stare at the vast night sky. She glanced at Draco only once as the minutes passed.

Suddenly, a bright light streaked across the night sky. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat and she closed her eyes, wishing on the shooting star. She opened her eyes and stole another look at Draco. He opened his blue eyes and met hers.

“What’d you wish for?” he whispered.

“I wished we could start over.” she breathed. He smiled and stood up. Draco offered the girl his hand and pulled her up as well. He let go of her and then stuck his hand out again, but in between them.

“What are you doing?”

“Hi, I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.”  Y/N laughed and shook Draco’s out stretched hand.

“Hi, I’m Y/L/N. Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

I’ll be the first to admit that my coaching career hasn’t exactly turned out the way I had hoped it would. I’ve had to deal with players who were, at times, frustrated, selfish, angry, apathetic, and downright ungrateful. I struggled to stay organized and keep it together in my administrative responsibilities. I was often unsure about how to teach a team where the majority of kids have never even picked up a glove or a softball. As my short-lived time coaching high school softball came to a close, I found myself getting lost in my own frustration, bitterness, and self-doubt as a coach. But this single letter from a single player has reminded me of just how valuable my time coaching has been. It hasn’t been easy, and it hasn’t always been fun, but it will always have been worth it. I will admit that I have sometimes thought I’d failed my kids, but it’s so nice to be reminded that DID make a difference, even if it was only to one child.

anonymous asked:

📷 Carlilse Thornway~

The new day surely had made Susan far too drowsy, given the moment she woke up was not met with a cup of coffee in her hands. Thus, for the next few moments, she had to inspect the picture closely with narrowed eyes and pursed lips.

“Hm,” she grunts, making out that it infact was the Carlisle… Oh which would cause her to smirk only a faint bit, “Surely this was meant for Reurix.”

With a casual flick of her wrist, Susan tosses the photo into the pile of family and friends unframed photos.

“Any other day I’d fuck ‘em, if I didn’t know about how weird he is.”

Susan snorts.

Thank you, @thebrotherthornway !


As I made a post called BTS AT BBMAS (EXPECTATIONS) this is the part 2.

BTS getting out of the Limousine like “HEY you heard that screaming? We here to SCREW change your life”

Originally posted by coffee-joonie

Walking the red carpet like KINGS I mean THEY ARE KINGS

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“Jin Blowing kisses” is now GLOBAL. The world knew peace for a second

Originally posted by forursmiles

And OFC our car door guy made an impact - Now he is the “3rd from the left” guy

FIRE kept playing during the whole PRE-SHOW. It was like hearing  the song for the first time

Originally posted by feledia-bts

BTS interview at the red carpet: Namjoon speaking plus 5 lost souls and one hyped human.

Originally posted by stayingmintyfresh

Paparazzies LOST it. They never saw creatures THAT beautiful

VOGUE was proud of their outfits and ARMYs were proud of the stylist noona (THANK YOUUUU)


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YET a particular someone couldn’t stay in his lane. I name PARK EFFING JIMIN 

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Meanwhile V was lost everytime Rapmon spoke (BTW BLESS THE MELANIN)

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*Trying to nod to hide it* Like BOII 

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THE FANCHANT MADE HOLLYWOOD STARS QUESTION THEIR FANBASES + Jimini smile alone  made the whole arena scream

AND AND AND THEY FUCK*NG WON !!!!!!! (Look t the pple in the back, knowing them for 30 min and stanning them already)

Originally posted by blissfulnini

AND LOOK AT THE ARTISTS THEY ADMIRED GIVING THEM A STANDING OVATION (At that moment half the ARMYs woke up their neighbors)

THEY DID THE INFAMOUS GROUP HUG (Stars were sooo touched)

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And we continued sobbing because of the interviews that bought us to the past aka their debut and strugglinhg days

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Speaking of the past, SUGA HELD THE TROPHEE, and we recalled their first win when he held it the same way - so we cried again

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CAMELIA CABELLO GAVE THEM A KISS KISS (meanwhile Yoongi is more amazed by the card)

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I tried to make a post that sums up the night. Hope you like it ^^


“I am me, the universe and you.”


Converse High

Listen. It wasn’t like she showed up in my life and changed anything and everything. She did not put this mangled wreck of pieces back together and things were not even close to being magically better when she walked right into my life. What she did do, was she made me feel safe. She made me feel smart and beautiful and finally like I had some worth. She made me hopeful– for a better life… a better future. She made me want things I never knew I wanted. This isn’t some heroic love story where she saves me– it’s one where she makes me want to save myself.
—  5/15/17

By rewatching The Blade of Marmora for the billionth time, I finally came to terms with something that had been bothering me since VLD season two dropped on Netflix.

Take a look at this broken, shattered little thing. His father just gave him an ultimatum: “If you go out that door, you’ll never find out who you are.” 

The one above is the moment right after, when Keith decides that saving the life of many is more important than knowing the truth about his past, more important than having a talk with his father, more important than seeing his mom – probably for the very first time.

That’s the look he gave him, the “I’m sorry, I have no other choice” look. He said: “Goodbye, father,” but did not shed a tear, and that’s what I’ve finally come to terms with.

His eyes are full of sadness and yet so firm; it looks like he’s about to cry, but he doesn’t. Why is that? Because he’s one hell of a person, a great paladin, and would make an even greater leader, that’s why [read this too for further analysis]. 

He must stay strong. He can’t crumble. Not now.

He put himself last and gave up on the sole occasion he had to discover who he really is, pushing aside the horror of the nightmares he had been experiencing for days. He was probably close to his limit, but for the sake of others – strangers, to be precise –, he opened that friggin’ door. Crying? Maybe later.

He’ll never know who he really is, he’ll never know what that blade means to him [“I know who I am. We all need to work together to defeat Zarkon. If that means I give up this knife, fine. Take it,” he then said, handing the blade over to the Galras], he’ll never meet his mom and Shiro had just abandoned him, saying the worst things to him, but Keith still went: “I have to go, there’s people who need me out there.” 

Y’all should seriously reconsider the idea of Keith as the worst leader for Voltron, ‘cause he’s been able to put himself last in order to do what was right. I’m still enraged we didn’t get a proper aftermath (join my ranting here), but now that Shiro is gone again, I guess it will be hard not to fall into pieces. As of now, nobody knows what Keith’s been through out there.


- “I will always come find you.”
- “You are the one who I always come back to.”

anonymous asked:

Complete this conservation: "Wait.. you gave him a mixtape? Dude, you’re a dinosaur.”

“Wait.. you gave him a mixtape? Dude, you’re a dinosaur!” Dean grimaces as Claire’s laughter titters through the phone. Every time he thinks he and her might be on the same level, she says or does something to make the age difference between them 100 times more evident.

“Where did you even find cassettes?” Claire asks incredulously. “Did someone leave a Delorean around or something?”

“Shut up.” Dean grumbles, no heat in his voice. He wedges the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he attempts to remove the Impala’s serpentine belt. “Amazon sells ‘em. They’re not antiques.

“Close enough,” Claire snorts. “I bet you had to hold the tape recorder up to the radio too.” Dean’s frown deepens because, yes, that is exactly what he did. He huffs into the phone as he slips the belt over the alternator and tightens the bolt. 

“Enough about me,” Dean sighs. “How’s school?”

“Doesn’t start for four months. Don’t change the subject,” she says. “I think it’s sweet actually.”

“Sweet?” Dean’s hand freezes mid-turn of the screwdriver. 

“Yeah, it’s really sweet for you to make Castiel a mixtape and put all that effort,” she says. “Romantic, too.” Dean feels his ears heat at the word. 

“It’s… It’s not… We’re…”

“Riiight,” Claire drawls out sarcastically. “You should totally make him another one and play it while holding a boombox over your head.”


“Like in ‘Say Anything.’“

“Claire, it’s not-”

“’Cause, y’know… you’re in loooove with him.” Dean can’t stop the shy smile from crossing his face.

“Goodbye, Claire,” he mumbles.

“… and he loves you, too!” Claire shouts as Dean hits the end call button. 


How we need another soul to cling to - Sylvia Plath

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Forbidden Love | Pt. 10

▷ Jimin Angst

❥ “I think about you a little more than I should..”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

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“Is he my son, Y/N?”

Looking up with your pleading eyes, you tried to calm Jimin down.

“Jimin, please. Calm down a little bit, you’re going to wake up Jihyun-”

Ignoring your words, he hissed again. “Answer my question, Y/N! Is Jihyun my son?!”

Averting your eyes from him, you looked down at your lap. “Y-Yes.”

You heard how his breath hitched in his throat. Too scared to look at him, you closed your eyes and tried to fight back the tears.

“How could you?”

Flinching at his broken voice, you turned your head towards his crouched body, his head placed in his hands as his hot tears rolled down his face.

“I.. I had to.”

Hearing your answer, Jimin angrily stood up from his crouching position and yanked you up from the sofa, slamming your body against the wall. “You had to?! Are you fucking kidding me?! You took my child away from me, Y/N!”

“Jimin, listen-”

“I can’t believe it! How could you do this, Y/N!?”

“Please, listen to me-”

“You’re selfish, Y/N! You’re-”

“I could’ve died, Jimin!”

Jimin’s head snapped up at your words. Now it was you’re time to let go of your tears.

“W-What do you mean?”

↳ Flashback: Three years ago..

“Please, Dr. Jung! Save my baby! Please tell me that my baby is okay, I’m begging you..”

Looking away from the ultrasound monitor, he met your eyes with his hesitant ones and smiled. “You’re baby is absolutely fine, Y/N.”

Releasing the breath you were holding in, you covered your face with your hands and started sobbing because of the relief and happiness.

“But there is still a problem..”

When you heard the the doctor’s words, you felt like you were slammed against a wall. Removing your hands from your face, you asked. “W-What?”

Taking a deep breath, your doctor looked seriously into your scared and teary eyes. “Giving birth to your baby could kill you, Y/N..”

Frozen, you looked at your doctor’s face. “I.. W- Wha- Why?”

“There is a 50 percent chance that your heart won’t be able to handle the labour, Y/N.”

In that moment, you felt like your heart stopped beating. You watched how Dr. Jung wrapped his hand around yours, the somewhat comforting smile on his face making you feel even more sad.

“Think positive, Y/N! There is still a 50 percent chance that you both will be fine at the end! You have to be strong! For you and for your baby! And I will do whatever I can to heal your heart, I promise!”

Smiling slightly at him, you squeezed his hand thankfully. “Thank you so much, Dr. Jung..”

Smiling back at you, he stood up and gathered his belongings, ready to leave the hospital room.

Just before he stepped away from side, your grip around his hand tightened and he looked back at you with confused eyes.

“Could you please do me a favor, Dr. Jung?”

↳ End of Flashback

“I had no other choice, Jimin. I told him to tell Taehyung that the baby died..”

Looking up from your hands, you observed Jimin’s frozen face.

“Jimin, I couldn’t do that to you.. If I had told you this, you would’ve been very sad and I didn’t want to do that to you.. It destroyed me, and I didn’t want to destroy you too..”

“I would have been by your side, Y/N.. We could’ve fight trough this together..”

Leaning your head back against the wall, you closed your eyes and whispered in between your sobs. “I know.. I know..”

When you felt Jimin’s soft lips on your forehead, your crying intensified and you your weak knees gave up on you, making you fall on the ground.

Sitting down with you, Jimin wrapped his arms tightly around your body and mumbled in between his own sobs. “Please, don’t run away from me anymore, Y/N. I want to be by your side.. I want to be able to hug you, kiss you and hold you as much as I want. I want to be with my son, I want to make up those three years to him, tell him that I’m his father and live happily as a family.. Please don’t take this away from me again.. I wouldn’t be able to survive this pain for the second time..”

Reaching out for his face, you placed a soft and meaningful kiss on his forehead. Stroking his cheeks gently, you whispered. “I’m sorry, Jimin..”

Confused, Jimin leaned back. “W-What?”

Before you could say anything, you heard the opening sound of your apartment door and the voice that belonged to the person who supported you for the past three years.

“Jagiya, I’m home!”

A/N: Dun dun dun! Ahh, what have I done.. Please don’t hate me guys! It’s just.. I really like cliffhangers.. I hope you like it and let me know what you think about it!~ And thank you so much for all the support and love you’re showing this series! I really appreciate it! <3

The bet

(A/N): YOU GUYS I LOVE PREWAR BUCKY SO MUCH (please send me more prewar requests, I’m begging you)

Request:Hey 👋🏻 ❤ So could I request a 40’s Bucky x reader?the reader is very shy and a friend of Peggy. Bucky is the ladies man. One night they all went to a party and Bucky asked the reader out as a bet she said yes and they became a couple. Bucky begins to fall in love with the reader. After a while she discovers by accident about the bet and her heart got broken. Bucky does not give up on her and tries to win her back! With a happy ending,angst and fluff!! Thank you love you 💛💙

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah, @callmeoncette

Originally posted by almie18

   Bucky was bored, Steve was bored but Peggy was having the time of her life. The three of them were out celebrating the end of the war, the fact they were still alive; In fact, it seemed everyone was out celebrating their win. The bar was crammed full of men and women, all dancing and drinking, having a jolly good time, everyone except Bucky and Steve. Peggy had had one too many drinks and she was content to talk the entire night away, boring both men into a light sleep. The only thing that woke them up was when Steve accidentally let his head slip out of his hands and he smacked the table, jolting both men awake. Bucky looked around in shock, before looking at Steve who was now rubbing at his red forehead. Bucky snickered softly, shaking his head but his laughter immediately died when his eyes caught something lingering at the entrance. 

   A young girl, around Peggy’s age, was standing at the entrance to the bar, looking rather anxious. Immediately she perked up as she looked in his direction. Bucky thought she was smiling at him but he quickly realized he was wrong when Peggy jumped up and rushed over to her to hug her. 

   "(Y/N), you’re here!“ 

   "I wouldn’t miss out on the chance to see you,” She smiled gently, showcasing her beautiful smile. 

   Bucky looks at the two interacting for quite some time, entrance with (Y/N) but a quick tap to his shoulder quickly snapped him out of his trance.

    “I’ve got a dare for you,” Steve smirks coolly as he folds his arms over his chest. “I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you go and ask her out,” Bucky looks at him, furrowing his brows. 

   "Okay…what’s the catch?“ 

   "You have to date her for more than four months,”

    “no,” Bucky shakes his head, folding his arms over his chest. “No way, do you know how many days that is that I’d have to go without kissing some cute blonde?” Steve chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.

    “What about two hundred?” Bucky purses his lips in thought, humming softly as Peggy and (Y/N) approach the table, still talking to each other animatedly. 

   "Fine two hundred dollars,“ Steve chuckles as he leans back into his seat, closing his eyes once again.

    "Guess you’re gonna be out of two hundred dollars in a month," 

   "Whatever,” Bucky growls to Steve as Peggy and (Y/N) sit down. 

   "Steven, James, this (Y/N), a friend of mine,“

   "Hello,” Steve answers politely, giving (Y/N) a soft smile. Bucky on the other hand was going to be more flirtatious, he did have to win a bet after all.

      “Heya doll,” Bucky leans forward, smiling at (Y/N) smugly. The poor girl blushed madly, her entire face red as Bucky looked at her. 

   "Hi,“ (Y/N) replies quietly, her eyes glued to their hands as she does so. She was shy, Bucky loved the shy ones.

    "She recently moved to Brooklyn-" 

   "Good choice cutie,” Bucky winked at her and Bucky swore he’d never seen a face redder than hers. It was…cute. Most women were throwing themself at his feet, batting their eyelashes and acting all sorts of sweet and innocent but for once Bucky thought he’d found a girl who actually was what all those women pretended to be. She seemed so genuinely moved by his compliments, as though no one had ever called her cute nicknames or told her how cute she was. 

   Oh, Bucky was going to have fun with this one. 

   The “party” had dragged by painfully slow, with Peggy still rambling and (Y/N) occasionally breaking the constant talking with small input here and there. Every now and then Bucky would throw a compliment her way, a ‘your hair is looking fantastic’, or maybe a little something like 'Thats one hell of a dress’. E very time he so much looked her way she ended up blushing madly but nonetheless it always brought a small smile to her rosy cheeks.

    Around 10 Peggy finally crashed, quite literally too. She was slowly talking one second and then the next she was fast asleep. Steve picked her up and carried her home, leaving Bucky and (Y/N) all alone. He was of course going to walk her home, what kind of a man would he be if he didnt? And truthfully he was actually looking forward to some one on one time with (Y/N), she seemed beyond nice and Bucky wanted to get to know her more.

    “(Y/N)’s a gorgeous name,” Bucky states as he walks along, hands shoved in his pockets. Even in the dim lighting of Brooklyn he could see (Y/N)’s wild blush. “And that blush is pretty cute too,” Bucky smirks as (Y/N) cracks a wide smile, hanging her head to hide jus how much of an effect his words had on her. “So (Y/N), you got a man of your own?" 

   "Um no,” (Y/N) whispers, cheeks burning once again. 

   "No?“ Bucky asks dumbfoundedly. "That’s- no- that’s not possible, how can someone like you not be datin’ anyone?” (Y/N) shrugs, her ever present smile still there. 

   "I’m really quiet, guess that’s not something men these days like,“ 

   "I like it,” Bucky supplies rather quickly. “Shy gals are the cutest," 

   "Seems like you’re the only man on the face of the earth who thinks like that,”

    “Good,” Bucky smirks a bit, “more for me,” (Y/N) smiles, a wide toothy thing that had Bucky’s heart fluttering just a bit. “So (Y/N), I was wonderin’ if maybe you’d like to go out on a date sometime, I get if you don’t want to but you seem really nice and I’d love to get to know ya more,” (Y/N) looks at Bucky with a shocked expression, eyes wide and lips parted.

    “Are- are you serious?" 

   "Hell yeah I’m serious,” Bucky smiles at her widely. 

   "You’re not lying to me?“

    "No doll,” Bucky stops walking, turning to face her immediately. “I’m bein’ dead serious, I’d love to take you out for some dinner some time, maybe see a movie, go feed the ducks, whatever the hell you wanna do,” (Y/N) blushes once again but we smile is much brighter and bigger than he had ever seen it. 

   "I’d love that,“ Bucky sighs gratefully, internally chanting and rooting himself on. In five months he was going to have a nice stack of two hundred dollars in his hand… 

    Well- Bucky had fucked up Royally, what had supposed to be nothing more than a stupid bet had quickly turned into something more. Bucky quickly realized what a gem in the rough he’d found, (Y/N) was unlike any other girl he’d ever met. She was abnormally sweet, so caring, beyond adorable, and not to mention the most hilarious person he’d ever met.

    After having spent a couple of years with the military he was used to strong language, crude jokes but what he heard from (Y/N) completely topped anything he hear in the army. It was a huge surprise when one day whilst (Y/N) was cooking a meal for the two of then he quite suddenly heard a loud crash followed by (Y/N)’s feminine voice yelling a short but consice "Fuck!” Bucky didnt think he had laughed that hard in his entire life. But Bucky quickly learned that (Y/N) also had a bit of a feisty side. She was bound and determined to do everything herself, she didn’t need help doing a single thing. While most women would expect him to do everything (Y/N) would most likely punch him if he even thought about doing a single thing for her. She was different and Bucky loved that.

    It didn’t take him long to realize just how screwed he was. A month of dating each other and he realized he was in love. The damn idiot had actually fallen in love. Now, it was the five month mark and Bucky was as anxious for it as he could be. He couldn’t accept Steve’s money now, not after falling in love with (Y/N) and he sure as hell had to tell her about the bet, how horrible would it be of him to not to do so? He’d be the worst boyfriend on the face of the earth but whenever he tried to he’d choke up and refuse to tell her. But now he had really done it. 

   He had meant to tell her that night but then things went a little….sidewards and now he was laying in (Y/N)’s bed, butt fucking naked as he held a sleeping (Y/N). Her skin was still slightly sweaty from precious activities but if he even dared pulled away she’d begin to shiver and whine in her sleep so Bucky stayed by her side, holding her as close as humanly possible. 

   He’d tell her later, after she woke up. He’d make her a nice breakfast (even though she’d probably beat him for it), he try to explain it as nicely as he could and hope for the best. 

    “Wait…” (Y/N) looks at him, her eyes brimming with tears. “Are you- are you being serious?” Her tone was meek and quiet, just like the tone she usually had around anyone but him. Bucky sighs, his stomach twisted up in knots as he nods.

     "Yeah, yeah I am,“

    "I was just- I was just a bet to you?” (Y/N) squeaks, her voice breaking as her tears threatened to spill over. 

   It physically made Bucky sick to see (Y/N) hurting, especially because of him. He’d never seen her cry and the idea that he was the cause of these fresh tears made his heart ache. 

   "In the beginning yes but as soon as I took you on that first date I realized that you meant more than that-“ Bucky stops when (Y/N) sniffles, a single tear rolling down her beautiful cheeks. "Doll, I promise-” Bucky reached out to wipe the tear away but his hand froze in mid air as (Y/N) abruptly stood up, tears now freely sliding down her cheeks, turned on her heel and marched to Bucky’s front door. She grabbed her jacket and hand bag, not even giving Bucky a second glance as she did so.

     "(Y/N), doll, I promise it’s not like that anymore-“

     "Two hundred dollars?” (Y/N) looks at him, her beautiful lips trembling. “Two hundred dollars is all I mean to you?” Bucky’s heart aches, it hurts so fucking much and all he wants to do is reach out and hold (Y/N), comfort her and convince her that she meant the world to him. But before he could even open his mouth to respond (Y/N) slammed the door shut, leaving Bucky all alone in his apartment. 

    Bucky immediately ran to Steve’s place, damn well knowing that Peggy was probably there as well. His fist best upon the door loudly, he panted from the exertion of running god knows how many blocks, and his eyes burned with unshed tears. Immediately the door opened, revealing a rather dishelved looking Steve. 

   "Buck, uh- I’m kinda busy right now-“

    "Yeah, I can see that,” Bucky grumbles as he marches into Steve’s apartment, ignoring Steve’s cries not to. Bucky completely ignored the fact that Peggy was laying naked on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her body as she looked at Bucky in disappointment. “I fucked up Steve, I fucked up so bad," 

   "What? What’d you do?” Steve asks as he slams the front door shut, obviously unhappy with the way things were turning out. “I told (Y/N) about the bet,”

     "you- you- you fucking idiot! Why the hell would you do that?“ 

    "I thought she deserved to know!" 

    "God Bucky, what kind of an idiot does something like that?”

    “I do!" 

   "Wait-” Peggy raises a hand, silencing both boys. “What bet?” Both men sigh in disappointment, knowing that Peggy would beat both their asses for what they did.

     "That day in the bar, the day we returned home,“ 

    "Yes,” Peggy nods, acknowledging the memory.

     "Well I told Bucky that if he could date (Y/N) for a solid five months I’d give him two hundred dollars,“ Peggy looks between the two of them, dumbfounded, and even a bit hurt. The room is silent for far too long, no one says a word as Peggy sits there brewing in her anger. Both of the boys nearly cowered in fear, waiting for Peggy to snap and bite their heads off. 

   "You two-” Peggy whispers quietly, “Are the biggest dicks on the face of this earth!” Peggy chucks a pillow their way, cursing both of them to hell and back. “I can’t believe you’d do that!" 

   "I know,” Bucky cowers in fear as Peggy continues to throw pillows. “We were stupid!" 

   "I ought to get up and beat you to a bloody pulp, both of you!" 

    "Or you can help me fix this with (Y/N)!”

     "Why should I you heartless prick?“ 

    "Because I love her, okay! I love her more than I’ve ever loved anything in this world and I can’t- I can’t lose her,” Peggy finally settles down, looking at Bucky with a now much softer gaze. “I want to fix this, I want (Y/N) to know how much I love her.” Peggy sighs softly as she readjusts her blanket, pulling it up her body a little higher. 

    “She’s not going to be easy to win back, she’s sensitive and she likes to hold a grudge,” Bucky nods, sighing in defeat. “But I know you can win her back James,” Peggy smiles softly, “Plus with a little help from me you’ll be golden,” Bucky smiles, sighing in relief. 

    “Oh thank you so much Peggy, I can’t thank you enough," 

   "You can thank me by getting out of here, I’ll come buy Tommorrow to figure something out, okay?” Bucky nods as he runs a hand through his hair, gripping the strands gently.

    With Peggy’s help he actually had a chance at winning (Y/N) back, there was a glimmer of hope for him. He just hoped that he hadn’t hurt (Y/N) too much, he hoped it wasn’t too late to repair what they had.  

   "She loves the stars,“

     "Yeah, I know that Pegs,”

    “Loves chocolate," 

    "I know that too,”

     "She loves to read-“

     "Peggy, this is all shit I already know-”

    “She likes red wine too,”

    “How is this going to help me at all?”

    “Just combine them all together,” Peggy sighs, shaking her head. “A night under the stars, some chocolate and red wine, pick up a book for her," 

   "Peggy, Brooklyn is covered in snow, how am I supposed to-”

     "Stark has been working on this machine, more like a room really. Find (Y/N), tell her you’ll pick her up at six, I’ll give you directions to the place, you just show up with your stuff and I’ll have everything ready,“ 

    Bucky was a bit reluctant to agree, after all, what if Peggy screwed him over for making the bet? But this was the best plan he had right now so he had to roll with it even if his gut feeling was telling him it was a bad idea.

     Bucky rapped his knuckles against (Y/N)’s door, sighing shakily as he awaited an answer. 

    "Go away,” (Y/N)’s voice was soft, full of insecurity.

     "(Y/N), please just open up,“ 

  "Are you here to rub two hundred dollars in my face?” 

  “No, I’m here to ask you on a date-” 

  “a date? Are you serious?” 

  “Please (Y/N), just open up so I can talk to you,”

   “Why should I?” 

  “Please (Y/N),” Bucky rests his forehead against the cold wood door, sighing as he does. “I’m beggin’ ya doll,” Bucky could hear (Y/N) sigh softly and not a moment afterwards the door swung open, revealing a rather worn down looking (Y/N). Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, her hair was a mess, and the only piece of clothing around her body was an old robe. Even now Bucky found her stunning.

    “So…a date?” 

  “Yeah,” Bucky nods, trying to tear his eyes away from (Y/N)’s gorgeous form. 

   “I’ve picked some stuff up and I’ve got something special planned for us,”

   “Do I have to dress up?” Bucky smiles a bit, shaking his head as he does. 

  “Of course not, wear whatever you want,” 

  “…when do we leave?” 

  “Six,” (Y/N) sighs, resting her head against the doorframe. “I know I hurt you,” Bucky looks at his feet, shame flooding through his system. “It was stupid to even have the bet, I shouldn’t have done that to you and I’m so sorry (Y/N)-” 

  “It’s okay,” (Y/N) shrugs, “Guess it was the only way someone would ever want to date me-”

   “No doll,” Bucky takes a step forward to hold her, just like he usually did when she was hurting but this time he stopped himself, deciding against it. “That’s not true,”

   “that’s why you dated me, right? Had it not been for the bet you wouldn’t even be with me right now, would you?”

      “I don’t- I don’t know doll,” Bucky sighs, looking down to his hands once again.

       “Yeah…that’s what I thought,” Both of them fall silent for a bit, just staring at the ground, each one biting back their own words and feelings, too scared to share them at such a vulnerable moment. “I’ll be ready at 5:45,” (Y/N) finally speaks, their voice so quiet Bucky had to strain to hear it. “You can come pick me up then,” Bucky nods, sighing shakily as he does,

      “Sounds good,” He gave (Y/N) a gentle smile but it didn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually did. (Y/N) smiles back, mirroring his expression as she murmurs okay and gently closes the door, leaving Bucky all alone on their doorstep.

     Well, she had said yes, that was a start.

    As promised Bucky was there at 5:45, knocking on (Y/N)’s door gently. Immediately it swung open, revealing the girl herself and holy shit- she damn near took Bucky’s breath away. She wasn’t dressed in anything extravagant, just a simple floral dress, she didn’t even have a lick of makeup on and Bucky still thought she looked far more beautiful than any other woman he’d laid eyes on.

  “You look amazing,” Bucky whispers, his eyes unashamedly raking over (Y/N)’s form. A slight blush rise to her cheeks, the same blush that made Bucky fall in love and suddenly he felt like he was on his first date all over again.

   “Thank you,” (Y/N) whispers all shy and timidly, making Bucky’s heart flutter lightly.

  “I uh- I’d ask to hold your hand but I think you’d break my hand if I did,” Bucky smiles sheepishly as he and (Y/N) make their way down the steps and out onto the open streets. Wordlessly (Y/N) clasps Bucky’s hand in her own, giving it a soft squeeze, a reassuring squeeze. Even when she was mad at him she could help but give into the affection, Bucky loved it. Bucky smiles happily as he guides (Y/N) along, his thumb smoothing circles into her skin as they walked along, venturing further and further away from civilization.

  “Uh- you’re not taking me out here to murder me, are you?” (Y/N) chuckles nervously, looking at the abandoned streets and overpowering weeds in fear.
  “Of course not,” Bucky chuckles. “I’ve just got something special, that’s all,”

  “Is it murder? I bet it’s murder,”

  “It’s not murder,” Bucky chuckles a bit. “I promise,”

  “Well, what’s in the box?” (Y/N) gestures to the small bag Bucky carried in his free hand. It was full of all the materials Peggy told him to bring, chocolate, wine, a good book all he needed was Starks facility and hopefully he was good to go…hopefully…

   The place Peggy had given him the directions to was…run down to put it lightly. It was a crumbling buidling in some old lot, one that barely looked inhabitable but Bucky didnt doubt Peggy, never did and never would.

  “This is the surprise?” (Y/N) asks in disbelief.

  “It’s on the inside,” Bucky mutters, biting his lip as he took a few steps towards the building. He trusted Peggy, he trusted Peggy, he trusted Peggy, he trusted-

   Bucky stops as he enters the building, his eyes roaming around the interior in shock. It was full of stars- not exaggerating. The entire interior was space, he could see all the planets, every star, every little speck of dust in the universe was in this room.

  (Y/N) trails not too far behind, her eyes wide as she stepped in as well. If Bucky thought that was cool it became magnificent when suddenly the stars and planets began to move, orbiting as though they were actually in space.

  “Bucky-” (Y/N)’s voice is quiet, full of surprise as she looks around. She trails off however as they reach out, touching a small star close to them. The thing moved to her hand, sitting there as though an actual fucking star was made to fit in her hand.

   “You like stars, don’t'cha?” Bucky asks as he gently tugs (Y/N) along, to a small spot in the middle of the room. There was already a blanket there (Thanks Peggy) and Bucky sat down, pulling (Y/N) alongside him. She looked around in awe, her eyes twinkling in a way Bucky had never seen before. She looked so beatiful, so full I happiness and curiosity that Bucky wished he could just live in this moment forever, just to watch (Y/N) smiles the way she was smiling. “I also- uh- have some chocolate and wine,” Bucky pulls the two Items out, setting them down on the blanket for (Y/N) to take. “And I know you love poetry and love so-” Bucky chuckles as he pulls out some poetry book he had found at the store. It was chuck full of cheesy romance poems and he knew (Y/N) would simply eat up.

   “You did all this for me?” (Y/N) asks softly, her eyes brimming with tears as she looks at Bucky. Bucky nods, smiling at her so sweetly and so lovingly he was surprised he didn’t develop diabetes.

  “Yeah I did, with a little help from some friends,” (Y/N) smiles, her eyes watering even more as she pounces forward, wrapping Bucky up In a warm, tight hug.

  “Thank you so much,” She whispers as she nuzzles into his neck, breathing in deeply.

  Bucky wraps his arms around (Y/N)’s waist, sighing softly as he finally- finally held her. It felt so good to have her back in his arms, it had only been a few days but even that had been too much for him.

  “Anything for you doll,” Bucky whispers as he kisses the tip of (Y/N)’s ear, a small action that she loved dearly. “I’m so sorry about the bet, I promise you mean so much more to me than some stupid money. The thought of hurting you the way I did makes me sick, I don’t want you to ever think I don’t love you, because I do, I love you so fucking much (Y/N) and I wish I had told you sooner,” Bucky rants as he rubs his nose against (Y/N)’s pulse point, her heartbeat soothing him slightly.

    “I love you too Bucky,” (Y/N) smiles at Bucky, her cheeks now wet with tears. “I love you so much,” Without any hesitation she leans forward, connection her lips with Bucky’s.

     It felt so good to be kissing her, to be able to feel her and hold her, it felt so amazing to know that she knew that he loved her, what was even better was knowing she loved him back. Bucky and (Y/N) loved each other, that’s all that mattered.

    Bucky pulls (Y/N) a little closer, kisses her a little deeper, a little more passionately, a little more sensually-

     “As cute as this moment is,” Howard Stark’s voice blares through the room, breaking the two lovers apart. “I’d like to remind you two not to have sex inside here, I don’t need your bodily fluids all over my experiment, thanks,”

Friends Part 1

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1947

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing 

credits to the gif owner

You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels.  But as soon as you arrived at the party, you felt your heart being shattered.

You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comes in your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.

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