i think he might be drooling a little too but i can't tell

Feeling Alive- Part 9

Summary: Dance school!AU (or the Step Up/Pride and Prejudice mash up nobody asked for). Bucky Barnes is forced to take twelve hours of commercial dance classes to pass the year- and that just happens to be your regular weekly dance class.

Introduction

Part 1 (Slow Hands)

Part 2 (Stay)

Part 3 (There Will Come a Time)

Part 4 (Weapon of Choice)

Part 5 (Came Here For Love)

Part 6 (Where the Sky Hangs)

Part 7 (When Can I See You Again?)

Part 8 (Manhattan)


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Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Chapter 10/?: Skip To The Good Bit

Word count: 3718

WHAT. The last chapter-? So many people-? Liked it-? Reblogged it-? I’m just an incoherent mess of half-formed sentences tbh THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH I DO NOT DESERVE YOU. This chapter is long and fun and hopefully you will finish with a smile on your face ;) Read on!


You huff out a breath and roll over in bed. It’s no good. Your brain simply won’t switch off. All you can think about is the last few hours: Bucky smiling; Bucky dancing with you around the kitchen; curling up on your tattered sofa and carefully tucking yourself against Bucky’s side… And the tiny matter of the incident on the porch. The miniscule, insignificant fact that Bucky had leaned forward in the weak yellow glow of the outside bulb and pressed his lips softly to yours.

Yeah, that.

Even just thinking about it makes you grin into the darkness. Fizzing bubbles seem to have filled your chest cavity, exploding against your ribs in glimmering sparks of colour.

Bucky kissed you.

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anonymous asked:

Sleep headcanons for bleach+naruto (like, do they cuddle, are they "stay on your side of the bed" people, who starts on their own side but wakes up pressed against their s/o, who cuddles at first but can't sleep if touching too much, who wants to go to bed the same time as/before/after their s/o, who wakes up first, who wants to stay all day in bed, who has to read before they fall asleep, who wants to talk, who will punch you if you talk, do they hog the blankets, snore, drool, etc. Thanks!!!

Yooooo I’m sorry for evaporating off the face of the planet. I’m tired, busy, and attending far to many concerts to be considered healthy. I have a few scenarios started and… ugh. So uninspired; so if you requested a scenario, it’s coming… slowly. I have two half done/started and a premise for a few others so hopefully I’ll get them out soon? Idk if I half-assedly write it I feel shitty about posting it so hopefully the writers block will make like my faith in American politics and disappear. Also I love puppies.

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Naruto

When he does actually sleep, Kakashi, doesn’t move much. He usually goes for a flat on his back or side sleeping position, not curled up but also not really that comfortable. Sleep is a privilege and he treats it as such. Which sucks if you like naps or sleeping a lot because he can’t justify wasting time sleeping that much. Ironically, he isn’t a morning person or an early riser. Just because sleep is a luxury doesn’t mean he wants it to end any sooner. Might cut you is you wake him up before the appropriate time.

Naruto is just as hyperactive asleep as he is awake. He flings his arms and legs around like he’s having a ninja battle with his blankets. He will kick you and punch you; on accident of course. Likewise he isn’t the best to cuddle at night. Lots of accidental bruises.

Sasuke is a lot like Kakashi. He doesn’t move a lot; unless he’s having nightmares. Which happens often. You can wake him up, he wouldn’t mind and he’ll pull you into his chest and rests his chin on the crown of your head. It helps him sleep better knowing you’re close.

You all knew I was including Genma. He’s cuddling with you wether you want to or not. He’s basically a human furnace, which is great in winter; if he didn’t snore loud enough to wake all of Konoha. He will adamantly deny snoring. He also likes waiting to go to bed together; it’s like part of his routine and he can’t sleep otherwise. Snoring aside he’s a pretty light sleeper so if you snore he’s definitely going to tell you about it. Hypocrite.

Rock Lee sleeps like his namesake. He doesn’t cuddle in his sleep, but he keeps you close. He is so hard to wake up you might as well do whatever it was you were doing with out him, but he’s an early riser so chances are he’s already awake. He also snores. Loud. Louder than all other shinobi.

Low key Minato is the best sleeping buddy, he’s always down for naps and likes to spoon. Either spoon, he doesn’t care. He’s a light sleeper though, if you move around he’s bound to wake up and when he’s up, he’s up. He’s one of those guys that can’t go back to sleep once he’s awake. But if he is awake before you he will prepare snacks/breakfast and wake you up gently with his adorable smile. The best wake up call in the world.

Temari likes to be the little spoon most of the time. She is not a morning person; wake at your own risk. Kankuro has many horror stories about interrupting her beauty sleep. When she does wake up though, she gets right to business and goes about her day.

Tenten likes to be the big spoon and sleep close to her partner, she also likes waiting up for them; it feels nice to go to bed with someone. She isn’t one to fall asleep immediately though, she engages in a little bit of pillow talk before she dozes off.

Gaara will only sleep if his partner is with him, and he will have them in a possessive type of cuddling position because it feels more secure. All about protecting his partner. He doesn’t sleep much though and he’s a light sleeper. He will always wake up before you and slither out of bed, he’s a sneaky one. Also a really quiet sleeper, no snoring just very quiet breathing.

Sakura definitely snores. Loud. She will deny it vehemently though. Also a blanket hog. A late riser, she will become easily irritated if you wake her up early without reason. She does like cuddling though, but after she dozes of it won’t last long, like Naruto, she also participates in the new Olympic Sport: Blanket Boxing.

Itachi doesn’t sleep much. When he does it’s light and nightmare riddled. If his partner is with him he likes to hold them close, even if it’s just them sleeping. Their presence calms him down, but only if he’s in the dominant position because he still likes feeling like he’s the one protecting them.

Bleach

Rangiku is the worst person to share a bed with. She kicks, steals blankets, pushes, punches and snores. You will wake up on the floor, with bruises. She also insists she needs her beauty sleep, and gets cranky if you wake her up to early. She also has an extensive morning routine.

Kensei is an early riser. He won’t always wake you up but he will always make enough breakfast for you both. He doesn’t really snore that much and stays mostly still, maybe shifting a bit here and there. One thing he hates though is going to bed when his partner is mad at him or vice versa. 

Ichigo will always cuddle. It’s non-negotiable. He also waits for you to wake up before he gets out of bed, he’s perfectly content lying there messing with your hair. He thinks you make cute faces when you sleep.

Toshiro some how manages to look worried in his sleep. Don’t comment on it though, he gets snappy. Grouchyness aside he’s the best to cuddle in summer because he’s cold. He takes full advantage of this and smothers you in cuddles, eventually dozing off… Before you. He always falls asleep first.

Jushiro is the cuddle King. When he isn’t coughing. He’s sick though, so naturally, he rests and sleeps a lot. His partners company is always welcome when he’s feeling under the weather; they make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 

Shunsui is the comfiest body pillow, for the first like… hour. Once he’s asleep he smothers you in his chest, it sounds nice but. So much. Hair. He gets hair in your mouth, don’t complain he’ll only laugh at you. Is also prone to hangovers, so he sleeps late habitually.

KaraMel Fanfic #4

Title: Someone Who Belongs With Her

Prompt: Kara confronts Mon-El about the kiss they shared while he was dying.

Also posted on AO3.


“Well, I’m not that surprised that he tried to kiss you. You’re a pretty good kisser.” A laugh bubbled up from Kara’s chest as she heard Mon-El’s comment, ready to respond with a clever come back, when she suddenly stopped as she realized what he’d said.

The conversation had actually started pretty normally. They were at the DEO headquarters, getting ready for training with a punching bag designed for Kara’s strength, as Mon-El brought up what had happened the previous night in the alien bar.

“Who was that guy?” he asked, to which Kara responded with a scoff. That guy Mon-El was talking about was the alien—Kara didn’t know which planet he was from—that literally drooled all over her as she ordered drinks for herself and Mon-El. He was dead drunk, a beer in his hand, and not to mention he smelled so horribly of alcohol that Kara had barely held in the contents of her dinner. If he wasn’t that drunk, he would actually be quite attractive, but no good look could make up for that smell.

“You mean that jerk drunk off his ass that tried to kiss me before he even introduced himself?” Kara asked as Mon-El landed a punch on the punching bag, his strength shaking it. A smile pulled Mon-El’s lips.

“You didn’t seem to mind it,” he teased her, yet somehow Kara could see the tension in Mon-El’s shoulders. Attributing it to the weariness, she ignored it.

“There’s a difference between not minding it and trying to be nice. And you saw me banging his head against the counter.” Mon-El’s smile turned to a grin with her words as he glanced at him, stopping for a second.

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When Gods Become Babysitters Pt 2

Rating: G
SCM guys x toddler MC
Note: The best way to read this is if you use the voice of Morgan Freedman.

Part 1| Part 3 | part 4 | part 5

Scorpio had had enough. Slamming his fist on the table as he stood abruptly, he was fuming. “That’s it! She’s soiled my presence for the last time! Get rid of that stray immediately!”

Taken by surprised, everyone was in shock and the silence held until Goldie’s slow cries broke the silence. This upset Teorus greatly. “Scorpy, how could you!” Picking up the crying babe, he tried to coo her into calming down. “It’s okay, Goldie,” he said with pouty lips. “The big scary meanie head won’t scare you anymore.”

“Oh really,” Scorpio growled as he clenched his hand into a fist.

But, before he could say anymore, Huedhaut placed a hand on his shoulder to hold him back. “Scorpio, nothing will come of this if you get angry over a child.”

Scorpio brushed the god’s hand away and walked off in a humph, his paperwork in tow. “I am not to be disturbed in my room no matter what,” he yelled back at the group and stomped off to his seclusion.

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Peeta's and Katniss talk 😭

“Let’s you and me have a talk,” he says.

Out in the hall, away from the cameras, I ask, “What’s happening to him?”

Haymitch shakes his head. “I don’t know. None of us knows. Sometimes he’s almost rational, and then, for no reason, he goes off again. Doing the cake was a kind of therapy. He’s been working on it for days. Watching him…he seemed almost like before.”

“So, he’s got the run of the place?” I ask. The idea makes me nervous on about five different levels.

“Oh, no. He frosted under heavy guard. He’s still under lock and key. But I’ve talked to him,” Haymitch says.

“Face-to-face?” I ask. “And he didn’t go nuts?”

“No. Pretty angry with me, but for all the right reasons. Not telling him about the rebel plot and whatnot.” Haymitch pauses a moment, as if deciding something. “He says he’d like to see you.”

I’m on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet. My palms press into the wall to steady myself. This wasn’t part of the plan. I wrote Peeta off in 2. Then I was to go to the Capitol, kill Snow, and get taken out myself. The gunshot was only a temporary setback. Never was I supposed to hear the wordsHe says he’d like to see you. But now that I have, there’s no way to refuse.

At midnight, I’m standing outside the door to his cell. Hospital room. We had to wait for Plutarch to finish getting his wedding footage, which, despite the lack of what he calls razzle-dazzle, he’s pleased with. “The best thing about the Capitol basically ignoring Twelve all these years is that you people still have a little spontaneity. The audience eats that up. Like when Peeta announced he was in love with you or you did the trick with the berries. Makes for good television.”

I wish I could meet with Peeta privately. But the audience of doctors has assembled behind the one-way glass, clipboards ready, pens poised. When Haymitch gives me the okay in my earpiece, I slowly open the door.

Those blue eyes lock on me instantly. He’s got three restraints on each arm, and a tube that can dispense a knockout drug just in case he loses control. He doesn’t fight to free himself, though, only observes me with the wary look of someone who still hasn’t ruled out that he’s in the presence of a mutt. I walk over until I’m standing about a yard from the bed. There’s nothing to do with my hands, so I cross my arms protectively over my ribs before I speak. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he responds. It’s like his voice, almost his voice, except there’s something new in it. An edge of suspicion and reproach.

“Haymitch said you wanted to talk to me,” I say.

“Look at you, for starters.” It’s like he’s waiting for me to transform into a hybrid drooling wolf right before his eyes. He stares so long I find myself casting furtive glances at the one-way glass, hoping for some direction from Haymitch, but my earpiece stays silent. “You’re not very big, are you? Or particularly pretty?”

I know he’s been through hell and back, and yet somehow the observation rubs me the wrong way. “Well, you’ve looked better.”

Haymitch’s advice to back off gets muffled by Peeta’s laughter. “And not even remotely nice. To say that to me after all I’ve been through.”

“Yeah. We’ve all been through a lot. And you’re the one who was known for being nice. Not me.” I’m doing everything wrong. I don’t know why I feel so defensive. He’s been tortured! He’s been hijacked! What’s wrong with me? Suddenly, I think I might start screaming at him - I’m not even sure about what - so I decide to get out of there. “Look, I don’t feel so well. Maybe I’ll drop by tomorrow.”

I’ve just reached the door when his voice stops me. “Katniss. I remember about the bread.”

The bread. Our one moment of real connection before the Hunger Games.

“They showed you the tape of me talking about it,” I say.

“No. Is there a tape of you talking about it? Why didn’t the Capitol use it against me?” he asks.

“I made it the day you were rescued,” I answer. The pain in my chest wraps around my ribs like a vise. The dancing was a mistake. “So what do you remember?”

“You. In the rain,” he says softly. “Digging in our trash bins. Burning the bread. My mother hitting me. Taking the bread out for the pig but then giving it to you instead.”

“That’s it. That’s what happened,” I say. “The next day, after school, I wanted to thank you. But I didn’t know how.”

“We were outside at the end of the day. I tried to catch your eye. You looked away. And then…for some reason, I think you picked a dandelion.” I nod. He does remember. I have never spoken about that moment aloud. “I must have loved you a lot.”

“You did.” My voice catches and I pretend to cough.

“And did you love me?” he asks.

I keep my eyes on the tiled floor. “Everyone says I did. Everyone says that’s why Snow had you tortured. To break me.”

“That’s not an answer,” he tells me. “I don’t know what to think when they show me some of the tapes. In that first arena, it looked like you tried to kill me with those tracker jackers.”

“I was trying to kill all of you,” I say. “You had me treed.”

“Later, there’s a lot of kissing. Didn’t seem very genuine on your part. Did you like kissing me?” he asks.

“Sometimes,” I admit. “You know people are watching us now?”

“I know. What about Gale?” he continues.

My anger’s returning. I don’t care about his recovery - this isn’t the business of the people behind the glass. “He’s not a bad kisser either,” I say shortly.

“And it was okay with both of us? You kissing the other?” he asks.

“No. It wasn’t okay with either of you. But I wasn’t asking your permission,” I tell him.

Peeta laughs again, coldly, dismissively. “Well, you’re a piece of work, aren’t you?”

Haymitch doesn’t protest when I walk out. Down the hall. Through the beehive of compartments. Find a warm pipe to hide behind in a laundry room. It takes a long time before I get to the bottom of why I’m so upset. When I do, it’s almost too mortifying to admit. All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly.

And I hate him for it.

-The feels- 😭😭