i would seriously just watch hours of them slow dancing and making out

post-emoji movie Trauma

WARNING: the following text contains spoilers and can be considered disturbing to some readers. especially my brain, because it’s leaking out my ears after typing this.

This is the first movie ever I’ve gone to see on opening night. And let me just say that, for the record, I’m glad I went to watch with friends. Without them, I would have most likely calmly exited the room, climbed up to the roof, and dived straight off.

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Tease (M)

Originally posted by louizlake

Summary: Your best friend had gotten a new job, but wouldn’t tell you what it was. You decide to take it upon yourself to find out, so you find the address to his work. But… why did the address lead you to a strip club? 

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut (M)

A/N: This will most likely be a two-shot (if enough ppl want it), so you could expect the real smuttiness to occur in the next part ;) Anywho, there is brief mentions of arousal, lewd actions, and strip teases in this chapter. This will be a mature read, so you have been warned! 

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“This can’t be right…” you exasperate in confusion.

You look at the small entrance to the building, scratching your head. The place looked as if it was some type of club, as you could hear the loud music shaking the ground, even from where you were standing. There was a line up to get in, and you couldn’t help but notice that the majority of the people waiting, were females.

There’s no way Jimin would work here, he doesn’t even like clubs… you think in your head.

The reason you were out here by yourself at 11pm at night, was because you found out Jimin recently got a job. He would start buying more expensive clothing, and offer to pay more for you whenever you two went out. Obviously he was making some nice cash, so when you asked him about it; he completely ignored you.

You two have been best friends and roommates since freshman year in college, and now you both were in your third year. Jimin typically hid no secrets from you, as he was a very open and relaxed person. So when he purposely didn’t tell you where he was working, that made you highly suspicious.

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picture this.

Originally posted by swagmama

elijah mikaelson x reader

warnings: smut, swearing and adorable smitten elijah.

prompt: elijah finds your private photos and gives in to his desires.

you were temptation and you didn’t even seem to realise it. wether you were sitting with a book on your lap, reading quietly to yourself or stretched out in bed in your tight fitting tank top and underwear, catching elijahs eye as he walked past. 

you’d been living with the mikaelsons for two years, and ever since elijah had laid eyes on you, he’d been smitten. at first, it was an innocent kind of love, wanting to hold you when you cried or wash your hair after he’d ran you a bath but that had escalated quickly to catching himself staring a little longer than usual - eyes darting to your cleavage and well rounded ass before back up to your eyes. 

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klance || truth or dare || 6.5k || nsfw

The paladins introduce Allura to the age-old Earthling game of truth or dare. Keith shares unwelcome knowledge about his sex habits. Hunk may or may not eat a sock. Somehow, sexual tension and relief ensues. Also, there are jokes.

i apologize for the memes, but be aware, it’s about 80% jokes, 20% smut

>> READ ON AO3 <<

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@eyethefluff requested: “Can I have Peter being defended by dad!Tony when he heard that Peter got bullied?”

This got particularly long but sjdlfjsdlfjl good prompt

Also let me just say am I good at action scenes??? No. did i write one anyway??? Psh heck yeah

also also sorry this took so damn long!!! I got stuck on the last bit for a long time

Usually swinging from building to building and doing flips around the city as Spider-Man cheered Peter up instantly after a long day at school. Usually it was all he could do to wait until 2:45 when the bell rang and he could run out to get his patrol snack. But when the bell rang that day, after perhaps the trillionth time “Penis Parker” had been chanted or passed along in stupid notes as if they weren’t in high school now, Peter walked out of the school feeling dejected and tired.

He didn’t feel like losing his backpack on top of everything, so since he wasn’t in a rush for once, he went back home.

“You’re home early,” May commented when he walked in the door. He shrugged and she followed him down the hall from the kitchen. “Hey, what’s up? What’s wrong?”

“Just a bad day,” he explained. He didn’t want to talk to May, not right then at least. Maybe when he got home after blowing off some steam, he would be more willing to open up. “I’m gonna go out if that’s okay.”

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Take My Hand

( let’s see where we wake up tomorrow )

Anonymous requested: Jungkook/Reader + one of them has amnesia and how they deal with it
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Word Count: 11,663
Author’s Note: I made myself hurt writing the outline, which ended up quite long and intricate so I apologize. Title taken from Adam Levine’s “Lost Stars”—although I do prefer the Jungkook cover :3

Summary: In which you lose your memory in a car crash, and Jungkook desperately tries to keep both of your lives intertwined. This in itself proves to be a challenge, especially when you can only remember him as the idol you once adored from afar.


Jungkook never paid too much attention to those moments in life where he would figuratively hit the wall and knock the wind out of himself, until he gets the call from the hospital. And then he’s running, dashing fast and wild as quickly as his legs can take him, his mind clouded with so much fear, so much apprehension that even when he can no longer breathe he forces himself to keep running. He feels as if he might lose his mind, already grappling with deniability over his situation, the only thing that can remain consistent throughout his mind is you.

“Are you Jeon Jungkook, Y/N’s emergency contact?”

Jungkook stills, pausing in his momentary movement to wipe the sweat that has formed across his face in recovery from the intense dance practice session all the boys have just ended. “Uh, yes I am,” He answers, furrowing his eyebrows together at the seriousness of the situation, his disposition changing in such a drastic manner that all the other boys stop what they’re doing as well to watch the maknae. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m letting you know that Y/N was recently involved in a car accident and was rushed here under critical condition. She’s undergoing surgery now but—!”

“I’ll be right there,” Jungkook interrupts in a breath, the panicking settling in before the gravity of what has just happened to you really weighs in his mind. He doesn’t wait for the nurse on the other end of the line before he’s hanging up and pocketing his phone. His heart starts to race, making the blood pump quicker as air leaves and enters his lungs at an alarming quickened pace. “I have to go,” He relays to the guys, grabbing his jacket off the couch.

“Woah, woah, Jungkookie, what’s going on?” Jimin inquires, straightening from his seated position on the polished wooden floor. “Is everything okay?”

“No, it’s not,” Jungkook says, desperately trying to pull himself from the conversation so he could make his way to the hospital. “Y/N got into a car accident. She’s in surgery right now, I have to go—I have to see how she’s doing.”

“Let me come with you,” Namjoon interjects, already joining Jungkook’s side, jacket on.

Jungkook runs a hand through his hair. “Whatever. I’m running, so keep up.”

Namjoon dismisses Jungkook’s words for stress as he merely nods, following the younger boy out of the studio and dashing down the street. The hospital you have been rushed to is nearby, thank god, only a few blocks away from where Jungkook stands, but it feels like miles stretched on for miles. He runs, runs, runs faster than his legs can possibly carry him, huffing and puffing but never quite moving fast enough.

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Unexpected (Part 5)

All of Yoongi’s efforts to swallow his emotions and deal with everything alone start to fall apart.

Warning: angst, smut, domination, submission, dirty talk, oral, fellatio, intercourse and lots of Yoongi being a general ass-hat.  Also, twice as long as the previous sections.
Parts: 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8 (final)  8.5 (bonus) 

“Get up already!” Jin shook Yoongi, trying to wake him. “You’ve already slept through breakfast and we need to get going to the studio.  It’s dance practice time.  You’re holding everyone up!”

Yoongi groaned as he labored to get himself out of bed.  He held his head in an attempt to keep his brain from busting through his skull.  He couldn’t remember a time when he was more hungover than right now.  The thought of spending a full day in the studio learning new choreography filled Yoongi with dread.  He was sure this day would not end well.

Jin looked at Yoongi disapprovingly.  “I don’t know what you were thinking getting so drunk last night.  Just hurry up!  Also, take a shower, you smell like shit.”

Yoongi took a quick shower, got dressed and staggered into the van with the rest of the guys to go to the studio.  Yoongi closed his eyes and leaned against the door, he could feel water dripping down his face from his still wet hair but didn’t have the energy to wipe it away.  Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung were sitting in the back seat of the van talking about some movie they watched on tv last night and were quoting lines and laughing about funny scenes.  Hearing them enjoy themselves annoyed Yoongi to no end; he quietly wished that the van door would open up so he could fall into the street to be run over by a passing car.  He was pretty sure death would be more pleasurable than dance practice with these idiots.

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.12

A/N: Okay, I already know this sucks so I’m terribly sorry, but my friend said it doesn’t sooo… I don’t have much to say this time, so yall know to get this to 100 notes and send in some feedback for the next part. Again, I’m sorry for this shitty chapter, but I hope y'all enjoy💕

**WARNING**: Draaammaaa

One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}

The sound of Calum’s phone ringing reverberated around the white walls of the hotel room. He ignored it at first, but soon remembered that he wasn’t the only one in the room the second he felt your warm breath against his neck. He reached to grab his phone from the bedside table and answered without checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” He sighed out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Hey, Calum, how’s it going?”

“Besides the fact it’s nearly four in the morning, I’ve been doing well.”

“It’s almost one in the afternoon, mate.”

“I’m in London.” Calum groaned.“Did you need anything, David?”

“Well, we have some issues we need to discuss concerning this new "gold digger” of yours. Care to fill me in?“

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So this is my @voltronsecretvalentine present for @sunprintedbedsheets !!! They love the Coffee Shop Au and Klance and well, I think I went a little overboard here. ^^; (its my first time doing one of these) I hope you love this hun!!

Summary: It was a case of falling for a grumpy customer who happened to be really cute, and his lack of self-control.

Word Count: 6970 (guys idk what happened)

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Lance leaned against the counter and groaned. Boredom was his unwanted friend today. Mid-day shifts were always slow, and if Lance wanted anything out of the shift at this point, it was a rush. Even a 5-person rush would be better than standing here at a register staring at an empty café.

He let out another sigh, puffing out his cheeks in a pout. If he looked on the bright side of this, his paycheck was going to be bigger than his last one. This pay period he picked up three extra shifts. Plus, he was working a double today because his coworker, Brian, was sick. He could only hope Blue was alright by herself. His cat always got antsy when he didn’t come home at the normal time. She was clingy like that.

The door chimed and Lance immediately stood up straight and flashed his best smile.

“Hi, welcome to Juniberry Café!” he greeted.

The customer was pulling down his scarf, freeing his mouth so he could speak. Lance kept his smile in place, but in the back of his head he was freaking out. Okay, so the guy was like really cute? Could you blame him? The customer came up to the counter and eyed the menu. He had dark gray eyes and a mop of hair that…was that a mullet? How was this guy pulling off a mullet? It’s the 21st century, dude, not the 80s. Yet that didn’t really detract from how attractive this guy was. How was this even fair?

“Could I get a double shot espresso?” he asked.

Lance keyed it into the register and grabbed a cup, slipping a sleeve on it. “Sure, what’s your name, pretty boy?”

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This Is Us- Chapter 15

Like on A Date?

Catch Up On Previous Chapters Here Chapter 14, Chapter 13, All Chapters

Thank you everyone for comments and questions –for your patience as I learned enough to stop dropping my head to the keyboard in Tumblr ineptitude and most of all for caring about the story enough to want more!

FWIW their first kiss – in rough form–was drafted awhile ago and I couldn’t let go of how that unfolded.

Having Faith popping into my head and demanding her due– to which I agree she is quite entitled– changed the pacing and several of the beats came as surprises to me.

Who knew Jamie was going to invite Claire to Lallybroch (originally he went alone) and who knew she was going to be so damn adorable when she got there?

Readers of this story have stuck with it, cheered it on, loved and at the same time decried the slow burn. You have continued to like the story, to find it funny and sweet, tender and touching and sexy through 33,800+ words of a love story before the first kiss. I’m very grateful for everyone letting it breathe and season so it could take on a life of its own.

For all that this chapter does end the UST, it is in the next chapter that you’ll be appropriately rewarded for all your patience (that is my goal, at any rate).

“How is she doing?” Claire asked as she dropped her keys on the table near the door.

She had been delayed waiting for an open surgical theater. Jamie was the one who came to relieve Mrs. Crooke after work.

Now that Claire was home, he knew he should get going but he didn’t. Jamie was enjoying the sight of her. He’d missed her the past few days, their schedules hadn’t aligned to spend any time together.

Jamie also couldn’t stop thinking of their long weekend at Lallybroch. His mind skipped over dozens of moments.  

Large ones: watching her save the lives of Geneva and Geillis. Geillie had needed an epi shot, which Claire had in her wee kit. And small: stumbling on Claire surrounded by all the bairns in his study, blinds pulled tight, lights off, sitting under a makeshift tent of sheets and blankets, making shadow puppets on a pretend camping trip. And life altering: looking down at his lass, laughing as he pretended he couldn’t reach the candles and the expression of determination on her face when she decided it was up to her to blow them out. The feel of Claire in his arms floating under the fairy lights as he breathlessly waited for that kiss that never was.

He badly wanted to talk with her about it all but sensed they’d both needed a little time to think about things since returning to the city.  

So instead he talked of the mundane, the routine.

“Och, the wee lassie was plumb worn out from feeding the ducks. The new construction around the park started. They are rerouting the foot traffic. Ye have to go through that alley. They havena put in a crosswalk yet so ye need to hold her hand and remind her to look both ways. Oh, and there are all kinds of performances lined up in the park over the next few weeks. She’ll tell you all about it tomorrow I’m sure.”

Jamie started reaching for his coat.

He hesitated though and Claire noticed. She noticed everything about him these days.

She’d been grateful, in a way, that her work schedule had been brutal since their return. She’d hoped it would keep her mind busy, that a little distance would help her think more clearly.  When he was near, he filled her senses completely; but, lately, even when they were apart, Jamie had become her constant companion.

Claire couldn’t stop thinking of the Jamie he’d shown her at Lallybroch. Like an awakening of his soul the second his feet knew they were home. His joyful step taking her through the gardens, inviting her to rootle to her heart’s content, his laugh of delight coming upon her a lost couple of hours later, reaching down to help her up, not caring that her fingers were covered in dirt. Listening to him have a heart to heart with his namesake on the intricacies of clan relations, the importance of tradition, and wee Jamie’s duty to set an example as the first of the next generation of Frasers, no matter that last name was Murray. Stumbling upon him in his mother’s art studio with Kitty and Faith, their hands covered in finger paints and working on what had to be the ugliest group art project she had ever seen. It now hung on her fridge- it’s mustard, brown and gray swirls made her grin every morning.

If she let her mind wander, Claire could feel the heat of his palms gripping her backside. The graceful rhythm of his glide as they danced, his arousal when she pinned him, and the aching need she felt, after that half second where her tongue touched his, to complete their kiss.  

They had somehow crossed a line at Lallybroch. Immersing herself in his world had released something inside of her and she couldn’t contain it, not now, not if he felt the same.

The longer they didn’t talk about it the harder it became to start. It was a risk, and she’d feel foolish if she had misread the situation but unless she was prepared to prod him, they’d be grandparents before he’d make the first move.

Remembering his hesitation, hoping she was right, she inquired,

“Something you wanted to ask me, Jamie?”

She watched as his body relaxed itself a little bit, she hoped in relief.

“Sassenach, would ye–”

Jamie’s ears turned bright red. She flushed herself, her skin itching to touch him.

“Would ye want to have dinner some night?”  

“We have dinner rather often, did you have something special in mind for Faith?” Claire had to be sure she knew what he’d meant, this was too important.

Jamie’s heart was pounding, did she not feel the same? Did she not understand?

.“What do ye think about, I mean…. dinner ….wi’ just the two of us… you and me?”

Jamie’s eyes darted away.  Claire felt her insides quiver and squelched the bubble of laughter that threatened to spill over.

“You and me? Like on a date?” She teased.

Jamie misread her playful tone and suddenly the perils of asking Claire out while they were still learning how to support one another as parents seemed all too real. Had he seriously miscalculated?

Stupid, wee fool!” he thought; he could kick himself. God, the last thing he wanted was to make things awkward for them.

“Och, nevermind, Sassenach, I ken ye think the notion foolish. I’m sorry to have asked. I’ll see you tomorrow night. You’ll come get Faith around 6?”  

He turned and brusquely packed up his belongings, using more energy than necessary in his haste to get out of there before he made more of an ass of himself.

He had the door open when her hand on his arm stopped him.

Claire leaned across his body, brushing her breasts against his forearm as she reached forward closing the door to prevent his leaving.

Jamie wished he hadn’t noticed, distracting before Lallybroch, it was all consuming now. You’ll start aching even before ye can touch her.

Jamie could not look at her, cheeks burning, ears bright red.

Claire got her hands up on both his shoulders and physically turned him then dropped her hands down and reached for both of his. He squeezed them in encouragement, hoping she could salvage the mess that he thought he’d made of it.

“I would like dinner with just the two of us, Jamie.” She told him honestly and he could see she meant it.

“Can you stay a minute so I talk with you about something?” She asked.

“Of course, anything.” That came out in a breath.

Claire guided Jamie to the living room couch and they both sat.  But she picked up his hands again immediately.

“Do you mind…” she held up their joined hands.

Jamie shook his head, he dinna mind a bit.  

“I meant what I said.” She watched him intently. “But I’m also scared.” Claire’s courage abruptly fled and she looked away. This was so much harder than she had imagined.

Could she really tell him her troubled thoughts?

Dinna hide, lass, Jamie thought as he watched her struggle.

He had no idea what to say to her at this moment. He settled for squeezing her hands.

She turned back to him and he saw her draw in a deep breath.  

“After I sent that letter and didn’t hear back from you, I wondered. And then, suddenly your face and name were popping up everywhere with the Slainte launch. But still I heard nothing.”  Claire had been staring at their joined hands but looked up as he made a little sound of distress.

He opened his mouth to remind her why he hadn’t, but she released a hand and shot her fingers to his lips to quiet him.

Jamie groaned softly, it could have been a further sound of entreaty on his part but he knew the truth of it– his was in pure reaction to the frisson of heat that shot down his spine with her intimate touch.

“I know, Jamie, you don’t have to say it.  But I wanted you to understand why I–” She was looking at their hands, not meeting his eyes.

“I thought you didn’t want to get involved, that you might not have wanted anything to do with Faith or perhaps you thought I was being opportunistic because of the timing. And Faith, well, having spent time with her, you can see…..I knew if her father would only give her a  chance, just get to know her, he’d love her, too. I think Frank might have, if he’d just waited a bit.”

At this Jamie could not help a derogatory mmphm conveying his judgment of Frank’s actions. Claire’s lips tightened briefly then she continued.

“But he wouldn’t. I was powerless in that situation. I couldn’t say anything to convince Frank to give us a chance. So before I met you, when you were a name on a piece of paper, I tried my best in the letter to explain to it to that, James Fraser, whoever he was, hoping if I used my words to paint a picture of what she was like and if he knew I wasn’t the kind of person who would make it difficult, then that man, her biological father, would want to meet her.  But he never called. I built up a negative opinion of him –that unknown, faceless Mr. Fraser because I was heartbroken for Faith. First Frank and then, I couldn’t help but think….” She blinked hard and didn’t look at him.  

Jamie grabbed her hand which hadn’t reconnected to his and held it hard against his thumping chest. But waited her out, wanting to hear everything she needed to say.

“I told myself that it didn’t matter, what happened with Frank. He didn’t want us and I told myself that I didn’t need him. When Mr. James Fraser never called, I told myself that was fine, too. I didn’t need him either, I didn’t need anybody. I’d done fine on my own. We’d just soldier on as we had done all along.”

Claire’s voice grew soft, hesitant.

“But then…. Jamie, I discovered–” she sighed, out with it, Beauchamp, she mentally cajoled herself.  

“I haven’t had anybody to share this with.” Claire made a grand circling gesture with her hand meaning to encompass all of it, learning how to be Faith’s mother, raising her on her own.

“I could have been content, you know.”

She looked up sharply, almost glaring, defiance in her tone. Not knowing what else to do, he nodded in agreement.

“I could have continued to fool myself into imagining I was ok on my own…. until that James Fraser ended up being you. Everything changed when you came into Faith’s life.” She admitted.

Jamie could not remain silent. “Sassenach, I came into your life, too.”

“I know. That’s it, exactly.”

Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, as if the truth of the statement made her heart break.  

Would he never, ever be on solid ground with this woman? Jamie thought as every muscle in his body seized in sympathy with his churning wame.   

“Jamie, I didn’t know, before I met you, I had no idea. I watch you day by day falling more in love with Faith.”

A grunt of acknowledgement from him.

“I am overjoyed for her and for you. Jenny and Ian, the kids, even Fergus and Murtagh knowing them now, I–”

Oh God, Claire thought, am I really going to confess this?

“It’s alright, Sassenach, whatever it is, say it.” Jamie encouraged.

“Oh, Jamie, I envy you. If Faith does something you have a whole phone book of family to share it with. Then they will tell you all about you or one of their kids at that age. Lallybroch.” The word drawn out on a sigh of longing he felt in his bones.

“Ever since being there I realize what is it to belong not just to a family but to a place, to a people, a way of life that goes back generations. No one in my life knew my family or remembers me from Faith’s age. I didn’t really understand just how…alone I had been until…”

Claire paused to try and gather her thoughts. Jamie made a sound of distress. But she shook her head forestalling anything he might say.

“I didn’t have anyone to call, not in that way. But now there is you.”

Aye, there is me, and I’m not going anywhere.

Her eyes locked on his.  “Your clan, your family, Lallybroch will always be there for Faith and I am so grateful for that but right now, for this time I have you, too and you…. Oh Jamie, you always take my calls and ask questions.”

Jamie, unable to stop himself, moved so he could cradle her face in his large, warm hand, moving his fingers back to cup her behind her ear.

“You cannot imagine– I cannot tell you— how different it is. You make me feel….”

Claire cleared her throat, took in a breath and looked him dead in the eye. “I know it’s selfish of me but now that I know what it is to have it, I’m….I don’t– want to be so alone again.”

Claire couldn’t hold his gaze, she acted as if she had revealed a painfully shameful secret.   

He was overwhelmed, feeling so much love of her and for her. It wasn’t only Faith he was falling for day by day; and he could feel himself fall a little harder as she exposed the bruising on her heart.

Then she swung her focus back to him and Jamie was spellbound, he didn’t dare blink.

“But on top of being selfish, Jamie. I’m greedy too. For even though I know what I risk, when I look at you, I- I burn Jamie. For a little while I told myself that what I felt was just our connection as Faith’s parents. Then I told myself my feelings were those of a friend. But that isn’t true. There is another feeling that comes up from this place inside of me and suddenly I don’t care what could be lost. It’s a wave of heat rolling inside me and I can only think how much I want to throw myself into the flames.”

Jamie watched it all play over her face– the fear and the hope, the desire which seemed to flare between them the instant they saw each other.

Helpless, Jamie called her to him, called her as his body demanded, as her body ached for him to do. The deprivation of weeks welled up and spilled over.  Emotions brutal and gentle, all mixed up inside him, and the only thing he knew was that he needed to take her pain into him and give her all the tenderness that filled his heart.

He hovered over her lips and flicked his tongue in and out, along the edge of her lip, feeling its softness as he lowered his mouth onto hers. She sighed as their lips slid over one another’s and their tongues met in hesitation.

Jamie moaned, an embarrassingly loud noise of gratitude that transmitted its longing to her core. No longer gentle, he poured all the desire he felt for her into that kiss. His senses rejoiced as Claire met him with equal need. She set his whole body tingling.

She made a sound like a hitching sob as her fingers wrapped tightly in his hair. The slight tug of pain answering lower down his body had him groaning in response. He changed the angle of his head and deepened the kiss.

Tongues no longer uncertain but joyfully exploring one another.  The smack of their lips almost as erotic and their breathy moans. She made that noise deep in the back of her throat again, it was making him desperate.  

She pressed her whole body harder to him, his hands splayed across her back urging her to rub more of herself against him. He needed– oh God! How he needed. The sounds she made enflamed him. His only thought: more more more.  

He felt her hands spasm in his hair as she gripped him harder. He’d never been this in sync with anyone. It was hard to say who was leading anymore. They were moving together, anticipating, meeting, joining, moving apart, thrusting back together. Jesus, what would it be like to have her naked and panting against him with those wee noises she was making?

Starting as comfort, it would end as something else entirely.

But some shred of recognition remained and he knew they couldn’t leave the conversation where it ended. He needed her to know she was safe with him, that he would protect her heart.

On a groan he pushed her back from him.  Dazed confusion in golden eyes as she slowly came back to awareness.

“Lass, if ye continue wi’ that, I’ll no be able to stop.” His voice impossibly husky.  “And as much as I want to carry on wi’ it, we need to figure this out before it goes any further.” He was breathing hard, so was she.

Claire nodded in shaky agreement.  She moved off his lap with an increasingly awkward awareness that let him know that, like him, she’d had no idea she’d been sitting in it and grinding up against him. His body wanted her right back where she had been but his mind was thankful that she had broken contact. He waited a moment for his blood to cool so he could gather his thoughts.  

When he was ready, he turned his body to face her and reached out for the hands she placed in his. She nodded in encouragement. 

He smiled at her, he couldn’t help it, for the joy of being well understood.

“Sassenach, I ken yer scarrit, but ye needn’t be. There’s the two of us now.” His eyes raced over her face, unable to stop looking at her.

The intensity of his feelings had nothing to do with Faith. Yet, everything they did impacted her so she needed to be their guiding light.

“Do ye think we can strike a bargain, the two of us?” He asked, feeling his way slowly. She nodded.

“I dinna know where this, what lies between us, will lead, but I feel it too. God, ye must ken that much?”

She smiled at that as Jamie pressed her hand hard to his heart. It was beating very fast, almost kicking her palm in its intensity.

“I am thankful you feel like ye can talk of such matters wi’ me.” He kissed her hand as he held it. “I hope I am always the first person you want to call and I will always make the time to talk to you. Always.”

Claire saw something shift in his eyes, a look of resolve came over his expression.

“Claire, I make you a vow and to a Scot a vow is no’ just words, ‘tis a sacred oath and I’d ask ye to do the same if ye feel ye can.”

Claire nodded and he continued.

“Faith is the blood of our blood and bone of our bone. Can we pledge that we will remember her and do honor to one another as her parents? That when it comes to our lass, we will help each other be the best parents she can have? For whether you and I are together, she will be ours together ‘til our lives shall be done.” The intensity of his stare gave truth to his promise.

“Oh yes, yes I agree!” Claire breathed, relieved because he did understand.

Jamie dove in for a hard, hot kiss that melted her insides and left her dizzy.

“Thank you, Claire.” Jamie kissed her hands still held in his and gave a small relieved chuckle.

“Sassenach,” he said leveling a look of pure desire at her, “by chance do you ken if Mrs. Crooke can babysit Friday night?”

Sexual Tension - Bucky Barnes x Reader Pt. 3

Summary: (Y/N) transfers to a new university only to find out her new teacher is a hot jackass. Heated words are tossed back and forth but it ends up making them gravitate even closer.

Chapter Summary: (Y/N) is forced to spend time with the last person she wants to see, her asshole professor, Mr.Barnes.

Pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.3k (sorry it’s shorter than usual)

Warning: Some cursing, lots of fluff ok A/N: thank you all soooo much for supporting this series!!! (PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS AND TALK TO ME I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!)

Chapter 2


You were shaking your hips, head moving back and forth. Spinning and singing to your hearts content. It was a few days after the incident you had with your teacher. You didn’t speak one word to him and you came to class a minute before the bell rung each day. He constantly tried to get your attention; Whether it was saying something dumb to get a sarcastic comment out of your mouth or if it was to talk after class.

Each time you either ignored him or completely walked away from him entirely. You continued to dance and scream the song playing on the speakers a few feet away from you. You were staying overtime at your new job and was the only one in the building. You were put on kitchen clean up duty so you wouldn’t be leaving the store for quite a while. Preparing yourself for the extra hour you stuck your phone into the speakers doc a few feet away from the overfilling sink.

Putting on huge yellow rubber gloves you headed over- more like danced over- to the filled up sink. Dishes were everywhere but you didn’t mind. It was a good way to be lost into your thoughts and do whatever you want without anyone judging you. You were about halfway through when one of your favorite childhood songs came on; Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood.

Right now, he’s probably slow dancing with a bleached-blond tramp and she’s probably getting frisky” you sang at the top of your lungs, off tone and everything. You scrubbed plate my plate singing and spinning. Shaking your hips to each word said in the song.

You were halfway through the song when you were finishing the rest of the dishes. You cleaned the last few cups and set them into the machine, turning it on and turning off the faucet. You swayed back and forth finishing the last sentence to the famous song.

“Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.” Singing like nobody was watching you laughed at yourself for being so weird. You heard a disconnecting sound signaling your phone wasn’t on the doc anymore. You figured it just fell out, that happens often because you jam your huge iPhone 7+ phone into a doc made for a IPhone 5. You turned to go set it back in before being shocked with a familiar voice.

Really? Who screwed you over?” You looked at the mysterious man. Mentally giving yourself punches in the face as you roll your eyes and peel the yellow gloves off your hands.

“It’s a good song!” You protest “Wait, ugh, what are you doing here? How long have you been here?” You leaned against the counter top, giving him an irritating look.

“Long enough to see you dancing lessons. You know I can help you with that right?” He gave you a wink and you scoffed.

“And well…” trailing off, his muscular arm raised up to the back of his neck as he gave it a rub. “I came to see you.” He smirked like the past week had never happened. He had his ego back in and not an ounce of sadness was left in him from that previous Monday morning.

“How the fuck did you know that I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), would be here in the back kitchen at Tony’s Pizza washing dishes at-” you picked up your right hand glancing at your favorite watch “12:36 am at night?”

He chuckled at your irritation and anger as you continued to ramble.

“Plus I just got this job! It’s impossible for you to figure out unless you were, I don’t know, maybe tracking my license plate? I know these things are not in my files! The only person I told about this job and how I was stuck here for a while is-”

Your phone dinged as someone messaged you. He looked at the phone still in his hands, smiling wider than before. He tossed it to you and you caught it, looking at the lock screen to see who had messaged you. You finished the sentence you were cut off from by your device with a sigh.


Running your fingers through your hair you re-read his message and responded back to him.

‘I’m sorry (Y/N)! He threatened after class if I didn’t tell him that he would fail me.’

“Really Rogers?!’

Even though you understood why he did it, you were upset that you were practically face to face with the last person you wanted to talk to. Tossing your phone on the counter next to you as you looked up to the familiar beautiful blue eyes you missed dearly.

“Door unlocked?”

“Yeah, you guys really should lock doors if you’re closed. Especially when the only worker is too busy singing Carrie Underwood in back room” He chuckled and you tried hard not to smile. You were mad at him; you weren’t going to easily forgive him even if his smile melted your heart entirely.

“If you want to criticize me so much why don’t you work here yourself?”

“If that meant I got to spend more time with you, then why not?”

“Seriously you can’t just walk up to me and pretend like we’re on good terms. It might be childish but you really hurt my feelings. And for you to just waltz right up to me and give me those dumb stupid comments of yours expecting me to just forgive you makes you completely out of your mind.” You close your eyes and rub your hand through your hair once more.

“What if I am here to apologize? Also..” he trailed off before lifting up a cup with the words ‘The Grind’ written on the side. “I brought your favorite smoothie?” Shrugging his shoulders and shaking the cup as if he was trying to get you to forgive him.

You stared at him with a serious look and didn’t say a word. You raised an eyebrow and he set the cup down inhaling deeply while walking towards to you. He leaned on the counter directly across from you making you both arm length apart.

“I should have defended you. What she said wasn’t right. I knew she was wrong but I just… I didn’t know what to say. We had a dinner later that day and all I could think about was-” he paused and looked at his feet. “ it’s just that dinner completely and utterly horrible. I took your advice and I told them I needed time to think about the relationship they’re setting on my shoulders. I needed time to find out what I truly want.”

“And what did they say?” looking at the floor along with him, you practically whispered the question to him.

“That if I didn’t marry Dot by the end of the month then I’m the first Barnes to fail his family.” His voice cracked and you knew that this was the first time he had talked to someone about the situation.

You paused for a second, thinking of the best thing to say to him. He couldn’t possibly be thinking of living a horrible life to please horrible people.

“So are you going to do it?” You looked at him with a questioning look. You stopped leaning on the edge of the counter, standing up straight and looking him in the eyes.

“Are you going to marry dot? She did say that you were hers- that you were ‘her man’. Are you going to throw your life away to marry a piece of scum? Are you sure you want to do that, Bucky?”

He could tell you were mocking himself and Dolores. You were repeating the nicknames they’ve called each other while simultaneously asking him in an intimidating tone. He knew you weren’t doing it in a hurtful way; but in a way to show him to choose what’s best for himself.

“No. I’m not. I don’t love her and I never will.” Looking into your (Y/E/C) eyes he inched closer and closer to you. Setting his hands on your shoulders with your faces only inches apart. Your hands still behind you gripping the end of the counter.

“Good. How do you expect to live doing things that only harm you? You’re suppose to live life doing what makes you happy and if you don’t do that then you’re nothing more than a slave.” Your hot breath hit his face as he continued to stare into your eyes.

He began to lean forward. He closed his eyes but before he could close the small gap between you you quickly turned around, grabbing a wet rag.

“I should really finish cleaning.” Was all you managed to say before wiping down the counters.

You have to admit, you knew what was happening. You were afraid of doing anything with him. You knew deep down inside that you wanted it but you were afraid. Not only that but he still wasn’t off the hook for what he did earlier that week; if he deserved anything it definitely wouldn’t be a kiss on the lips. He would have to practically earn back your trust or forgiveness. You weren’t going to be like the rest and just accept him because he’s adorable and just the funniest thing ever.

“Go out with me. Tomorrow night.” He was standing there leaning on one hand that gripped the counter edge.

Finishing the final thing you needed to clean, you wiped down the last counter and threw the cloth into the dirty pile bin.

“It’s not that I’m underage it’s just you do know that it’s against school rules for a student to date their teacher, right?” You untied the apron from behind your waist and off your neck before hooking it onto the door.

“Who said we would be dating?” He smirked at you receiving an eye-roll.

“You’re telling me that you asked me out on a date and didn’t even think about dating for a split second? I mean usually dates are the thing to get to know each other before you start dating hence why it’s literally the same word but with an added suffix.”

“God you sound like a middle school English teacher.”

“But I’m right.” You smiled and took the hair band out of your hair letting it fall to your shoulders.

“I never said it was a date, I just said go out with me.”

“Barnes, that literally is a way to ask someone out on a date” You both laughed and you crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes at him.


“Tomorrow 8pm.”


“I don’t know, movies? Restaurant? You choose.”

“I’m indecisive. Choose.”

“Ugh fine um, movies. I heard there’s this really cool action movie coming out. Trailer was good but I forget the name. It surrounds this girl who is saving the world or something.” He stroked his chin and squinted his eyes trying to figure out the name of the movie.

“Wow you want to see Wonder Woman? And I thought you were more of a Marvel kind of guy.”

“What’s the difference? But is that a yes?”

“It would have been a yes if you didn’t just insult me! Marvel and DC are completely different things!” You dramatically throw your hands in the air earning a chuckle from him.

“I was joking!”

“I know you weren’t! But I really want to see Wonder Woman so I’ll go. Now let’s go before it’s too late.”

“Oh yeah, right. Accept the date but only because you ‘want to see the movie’” he mocked your voice and used his hands for dramatic and misused quotation marks. he picked up the sweating smoothie and took a drink before handing it to you.

“I bought this for you and it would be rude to not accept it.”

Laughing, you both walked to the front of the store. You checked everything to make sure it was clean for the next day and grabbed your bag and jacket before meeting him the front door.

“Well Mr.Barnes, you better make tomorrow worth it.”

“Oh I will, trust me, oh and call me Bucky.”

“Is your first name really Bucky?”

“It’s James but I prefer Bucky. Only close people can call me it.”

“Oh yeah, like Dolores.” You snorted. It probably wasn’t the best time to bring her up but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Okay, well, only close people who I give permission to can call me Bucky. I never gave her permission or mentioned the nickname to her; My father told her.”

“I don’t know…” you trailed off in a teasing way. You smiled and tapped his chest.

“I kinda like James more” you winked at him and lust filled his eyes. He loved the way you said his name. Normally if someone said his first name he would glare at them but the way you said it filled him with desire.

You opened the door so you both could walk outside to the parking lot. You dug in your bag to grab your keys to lock the door.

“You better lock it this time!” He opened his eyes wide, teasing you.

“I wasn’t suppose to the first time.” You rolled your eyes with a smile. “And what does it look like I’m doing!” You jiggled the door to make sure it was locked before giving him once last smile and wave before walking to your car.

The moment you turned you felt a grab at your wrist, pulling you and turning you around to hit his hard chest. His warm lips connected with yours and his hands wrapped themselves around your waist.

After a moment of realizing what was happening you kissed him back, cursing yourself inside for giving into him when you clearly told yourself he didn’t deserve it. After a few seconds he pulled away and gave you a smile. He turned and walked to the direction of his car while holding up his hand.

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

“Sweet Dreams, James.”


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Distractions pt 11

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Yoongi x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 4856

Originally posted by yoonmin

Yoongi laid in bed as the noon sun pierced through the blinds painting glimmering golden stripes across the bedroom. It’s already been a whole week since he collapsed and finally, he seemed to be recovered but he chose to stay home for one more day to make sure that he had fully gotten rid of his illness. He didn’t want to get you or anyone else sick at Music Box.

After hours of just laying in bed, Yoongi’s stomach finally decided to make a desperate call for help. All this week he had no appetite because his brain just refused all ideas of eating while he was sick. Now that he was better, he felt like he could eat an entire grocery store or something. 

The dorm was empty as expected. It was already afternoon and everyone would probably be out doing their own thing, but Yoongi was surprised to see Jimin in the kitchen eating lunch. He thought that he’d be out with one of the others, but that obviously wasn’t the case. Yoongi could sense that there was something up with Jimin. After living together for so long, he had grown accustomed to the way Jimin acted. Just by the way the younger poked at his food and zoned out, Yoongi could tell that there was something wrong.

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sarah’s ultimate fic rec (1/?)

this is only part one because i read too much. i’m making this bc i rly needed a place to organize everything (my ao3 bookmarks are a nightmare yikes), so here! have this! it’s categorized by ship, so it should be easy to navigate your way around.

this one only includes the following ships: yoonmin, yoonkook, vmin, taekook & taegi. i tried to limit myself to 10/20ish fics per ship bc i didn’t want it to get too long, so i’ll add the rest later on & i’ll also include other ships in the next post!

total: 20 yoonmin fics, 23 yoonkook fics, 15 vmin fics, 11 taekook fics, 8 taegi fics (77 fics overall).

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Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: fluff 

Summary: “If, by chance, we both still don’t have anyone by the time we’re thirty-five…Promise me we’ll marry each other." 

You laid on your bed, wrapped up in your blankets so that only the top of your head was exposed. There were tissues messily laid out around you and by your head sat an empty tissue box. You stare up at the ceiling, glossy eyed and dazed, going over that day’s events.

April 15, 2007 - The day you got your heartbroken.

You were fourteen years old but you swore you were beyond your years. You decided a long time ago that you were in love with love. And god, how today sucked. You couldn’t stop thinking about the break up and you had cried your poor little heart out so much so that you were sure your body was shrinking from losing so much water.

You reach over to your night stand to check your brick of a Nokia phone for messages from your best friend but stop dead in your tracks when you see a picture of you and your boyfriend–ex boyfriend, prettily displayed as your home screen.

Your eyes well up again and you brace yourself for the inevitable tears. You reach for the tissues and finding that the box was empty, a loud sob escapes you and once again you lie there in your naive agony.

Mark runs frantically to your house after receiving your ’S.O.S’ text. He rings the doorbell furiously and is met with your mothers’ worried eyes.

"Y/N…sent S.O.S,” he wheezes as he tries to catch his breath. He’s bent over with his hands on his knees. “Is she….okay?”

Your mother looks at him endearingly. Mark was no stranger to your family. You two had been attached at the hip since you were born. She had found it adorable how he never failed to make it to you during your episodes of teenage angst.

She readily hands him a bottle of water before stepping out of the doorway to let him in.

“He broke up with her. She’s been crying for two hours, Mark. Two hours! Please help.” she implores, playing along with the heightened emotions of young heartbreak.

Mark was taken aback. “He broke up with her?! I’ll kill him.” he spits through his braces.

He runs up the stairs to your room hurriedly and your mother stifles a giggle, adoring how Mark cared for you.

These days, she tells you how she’s known all along.

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Flustered (Hui x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) Hello, world! Keeping it short up here, but here’s another smutty smut this week! Today we are joined by one of the most gifted vocalists in kpop today: Pentagon and Triple H’s Hui!!! All I’ll say is, have fun discovering your newest kink!

Originally posted by stahptis

You couldn’t help but blush at yourself in the horridly lit changing room mirror of the fancy and uppity lingerie store. Maybe it was the disgustingly unflattering lighting, or the lingerie itself, because the longer you stared at your reflection, the more you regretted coming. The reason you were here in the first place was because of something your boyfriend had mentioned to you on your usual coffee date last Friday, and it had been picking at your brain ever since.

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pinky promise

request: can you write something about Harry’s girlfriend throwing him a surprise 23rd birthday party with all his friends and he gets v drunk and just loves her a lot

no warnings.

“Love, do we have to go out tonight? I just want to stay home with you.” I smiled when I felt Harry’s arms go around my waist, pulling me to his chest.

“We already made reservations.” I turned in his arms, “Don’t be so lame, it’s gonna be fun, I promise. Besides, you won’t get to see your family next week since we’re flying back to L.A. and you know they want to see you for your birthday.“

"You’re right.” He kissed me briefly on the mouth, “Come on then.” He said, tugging me by the hand.

I smiled to myself as we left his flat, knowing that he had absolutely no clue what was waiting for him at the restaurant.

“What are you so happy about today?” Harry asked as we got out of the car.

I shrugged, “There’s lots to be happy about. Like how my boyfriend is the best guy in the world.”

He narrowed his eyes, “Stop being so corny you’re making me uncomfortable.” I laughed and he pulled me in his arms, kissing me again, “I feel the same way about you, you know.” He said tucking a hair behind my ear.

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Pairing: Stenbrough

Word Count: 1778

Prompt: Part 2 of ‘OH, TO BE ALONE WITH YOU’ or alternatively, “the five times Stan tried to tell Bill he loved him and the one time he actually did it”

Warnings: nothing, just pure fluff and some swears and Richie being a little shit

Dedication: those two anons who messaged me and asked for a part two!

Link to part one: https://jamespottev.tumblr.com/post/166409273157/oh-to-be-alone-with-you


After a month of dating Bill Denbrough, Stan knew he was in love. But he kept his mouth shut. One month of dating was too soon ( all the websites said so ). However, just because he wouldn’t tell Bill didn’t mean he was able to keep his mouth shut to everyone.

Somehow, in the few short months Stan had lived in Derry, Richie ended up being his best friend. Stan wasn’t really sure how it happened, especially because Richie was so wildly different from him, but it did happen. And one night, Stan confessed it to Richie. And that had been a huge mistake. Because Richie refused to let Stan forget it.

But it was December now, and Stan and Bill had been dating for just under three months. The first-time Stan almost told Bill he loved him was a giant mess. In fact, he even said it out loud.

It was a chilly Saturday and Ben’s mother wasn’t home ( she was spending the weekend moving her father into a nursing home in Portland ). Richie and Bev, being the troublemakers they were, got their hands on some cheap beer and two twelve packs of Mike’s Spiked Lemonade. Stan wasn’t sure how they did it and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know, if their self-satisfied smirks were any indication.

It wasn’t long before they were drinking. Bill and Eddie were the only ones not drinking; Eddie had no interest in any form of alcohol and Bill was still reeling from his last time drinking. Stan surprised himself with the amount he drank. And it didn’t take much time for his words to slur and any inhibitions to leave him.

“Billy,” Stan exclaimed cheerfully, plopping himself down on his boyfriend’s lap.

Somewhere behind him, Richie and Bev cheered loudly. Mike wolf whistled.

“Hi,” Bill whispered to Stan, laughing quietly.

“You’re so handsome,” Stan slurred, nuzzling his nose against Bill’s.

“Thanks,” Bill chuckled. “But I got nothing on you, Stanny-Boy.”

Stan hummed in contentment, his eyes fluttering shut as a tiny smile worked its way onto his lips. He pressed his face into the crook of Bill’s neck.

“I love you, Billy,” he heard himself mumble against Bill’s skin.

“Hmm?” Bill asked, eyebrows furrowed.

But Bill got no response from Stan. Instead, he had to deal with a curly haired, sleeping mess that was slumped against his body.

“He slumped!” Richie and Mike chorused loudly, followed by boisterous laughter.


The second-time Stan almost told Bill he loved him was a simple night. Christmas break was drawing to a close and they were having a New Year’s party at Bill’s place. Georgie was sleeping over a friend’s and Sharon and Zack were at some classy party at Zack’s boss’s house and would be staying in a hotel. At some point after the ball dropped, Stan and Bill found themselves in Bill’s room, underneath the warm covers of Bill’s double bed.

“Perfect for two,” Bill had once told Stan, while wiggling his eyebrows.

But in the current time, they were facing each other, forehead’s pressed together and fingers intertwined. It was so peaceful and calming. And Bill kept pressing light kisses to Stan’s neck.

It was driving Stan crazy.

“This is nice,” Bill hummed as Stan began to reciprocate the light kisses. “M-muh-maybe even perfect.”

But nothing was perfect. So, Stan said nothing. He kept his mouth shut and didn’t say the three words he’d been dying to say for the past two months. Bill thought he was perfect and Stan knew he wasn’t perfect.


The third time was two months later on Valentine’s Day. Stan thought the whole thing was stupid, but apparently Bill didn’t. Even though it was a week night, Stan had been called in to babysit Georgie because Zack and Sharon were going out ( the week before Zack had confided in Stan that he was surprising Sharon with a two-week cruise around the Caribbean for the summer ) to celebrate this day of love.

Bill was, apparently, such a fan of Valentine’s Day that he got Georgie and his parents involved in his plan.

“Mom and Dad put money on the counter for you to take me to the movies!” Georgie exclaimed, looking as excited as ever when Stan walked into the house. “Can we go see Black Panther? Please, Stan?”

And so Stan took Georgie to the movies and indulged in Georgie’s hurrahs and screams of delight every time a bullet went flying ( Stan was never the one to take to an action movie ).

“Goodnight, Stan!” Georgie yelled when they got back to the house.

Stan furrowed his eyebrows as Georgie sprinted into the house before he was even able to get out of his mother’s car. Normally, Georgie put up a fight when Stan told him that he had to go to bed. Still, Stan didn’t think much of it. And, anyways, Bill’s car was in the driveway so that would give them some make out time.

When Stan walked into the Denbrough’s kitchen to get himself some water, he stopped dead in his tracks. Bill was standing next to the table with a self-satisfied smirk as he looked at Stan. Set up on the table were some fancy plates, wine glasses, and lit candles.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Stanny-Boy,” Bill said, grinning as he held out a bouquet of daisies.

“I hate you,” Stan chuckled, as he looked at the display.

Though, in his head he was really thinking ‘I love you.’

But Bill grinned, as if he knew what Stan was really thinking, even if he didn’t say anything.


The fourth-time Stan almost confessed his love for Bill was at a college tour. Stan wanted to look at schools in Boston and Bill tagged along for the ride. They woke up at the ungodly hour of 5:00 in the morning to get to Boston for a 9:30 tour of Boston College. It took them three and a half hours to get there, but they had enough time to grab a quick breakfast from a coffee shop not far from the university.

After the tour, they spent the day in the city just having fun. They walked part of the Freedom Trail, spent some time in the Boston Commons, and ate lunch at a trendy little place on Newbury Street. As they drove home, Stan watched as the sun disappeared beneath the trees.

“You know,” Bill said quietly, words slow and deliberate. “I’ve been thinking and— well, it’d be fun to go to college together, right?”

Stan shifted in his seat and smiled.


“W-we could room t-t-tuh-together,” Bill said, his eyes ever so slightly flickering from the expanse of empty country road to Stan’s face. He took a deep breath. “O-or we could g-get some shitty st-tudio apartment in the city?”

Stan’s breath hitched.

Bill wanted to move in with him after high school?

As Richie would so lovingly put it, Stan was shook to the core.  


Stan’s mind was screaming, urging him to tell Bill how he felt. But something wouldn’t let him.


The fifth time was during junior prom. The DJ was being cliché and had the slow song as How Would You Feel by Ed Sheeran ( though Eddie, who was a self-proclaimed expert on the singer, would bitch and bitch about how Perfect was a significantly better love song ). Stan had to seriously disagree with Eddie’s How Would You Feel opinion. But that was probably just because Stan could relate to the lyrics of that song.

Bill was holding Stan close as the lyrics filled the air. Couples swayed all around them. Stan watched as Ben blushed from Bev resting her head on his chest. Mike was dancing with a sweet girl named Sara from their history class and had a big grin on his face as they quietly whispered. Richie and Eddie were nowhere to be seen, but Stan figured they were making out in the bathroom ( as they were prone to do, despite Eddie’s germaphobia ).

How would you feel if I told you I loved you? Ed Sheeran’s voice crooned pleasantly, leaving Stan wondering the same thing about Bill.

And he almost said it too, but his voice died in his throat as Bill pressed a kiss to his lips as the song drew to a close.


When Stan finally managed to tell Bill how he really felt, the situation was not as happy as he would have liked. They were fighting, screaming even. It had gotten to the point where Stan didn’t even remember what it was about. All he knew was that he was crying, and the Bill was too.

“I need to go,” Bill said, wiping under his eyes.

Stan watched as he grabbed his jacket and stomped out the door. For a moment, Stan watched the empty doorway where Bill had just been standing. He took a breath and began sprinting. He didn’t care that it was raining and he wasn’t in a coat or wearing shoes. He just had to stop Bill from leaving.

Stan was a smart guy. He knew that if he let Bill drive away that that would be the end of it, or at the very least things would never be the same.

STOP!” Stan yelled, stumbling to a stop at Bill’s driver side window. He knocked on the window. “Open the window— Bill, please.”

Luckily, Bill did.

“Please don’t go, Billy, please,” Stan begged. “Can you please just come back inside? I don’t— I can’t lose you. I love you.”  

Stan hadn’t even realized he said it. He just knew that he needed Bill to stay.

“You l-l-luh-love me?” Bill asked, eyes wide.

Stan froze, but nodded.

Bill said nothing as he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door. Slowly, he reached up and grabbed Stan’s face, running his thumbs across Stan’s cheeks. Neither one of the boys paid any mind to the freezing rain pouring down on them. Bill merely smiled and laughed almost bitterly.

“I love you too, Stanny-Boy,” Bill whispered.

And as Bill pressed Stan’s back against his car to kiss him deeply, all thoughts of the stupid argument were whisked away.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” Stan mumbled as Bill broke away from the kiss to pepper kisses down his neck.

Once he managed to say it, Stan was addicted. He couldn’t stop. He wanted nothing more than to make up for all the times he could’ve told Bill but didn’t.

“I love you.”


The Neighbors (7/?)

Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing,  flirting, a little angst & fluff

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, eventual Steve Rogers x Reader

                    Chapter 7 : The Confrontations

   You have to pull Steve away from Nick, reminding him tonight is about good publicity & hitting a civilian right now would be counterproductive. The scowl doesn’t leave his face though, so you pull him into a kiss to try and distract him. It works, and he pulls you to him by your hips. You finally separate as you hear someone let out a cough. Both of you part and see Tony Stark raising an eyebrow at you. As you smile, you extend your hand to him.

“Hi Mr. Stark, I’m Y/n. It’s nice to finally meet you,” You say sweetly. He smiles in return, letting out a laugh as he takes your hand.

“Please, call me Tony, darling. So you’re the girl Rogers won’t shut up about, huh? It’s nice to put such a beautiful face to the name.” A deep blush spreads across your face.

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

  Nick comes to stand next to Tony. “Mr. Stark, shall we continue the interview for the magazine since we were so rudely interrupted?” Nick asks, in his fake, kiss ass voice.

“Yeah yeah, sure kid. I’ll see you guys in a little bit, go mingle!”

So Nick’s new job is for a magazine. Those poor people don’t know what they’ve walked into.

  Before Nick walks away with Tony, he looks you up and down, making you squirm under his gaze. “New York has changed you Y/n, I’m loving it.” He winks at you then goes after Tony. Steve’s face was the definition of murderous as he watches Nick walk away. You take his face between your hands, redirecting his gaze to you.

“Hey, don’t let him bother you. I’m yours, remember?” You say softly. He snaps out of it and smiles down to you. He places a kiss on your nose then takes your hand in his.

“Come on, it’s time you met the team, Doll.”

  On the way to find the team, the boys have to stop and socialize with every group. You’re hesitant at first, but when Steve starts introducing you everything feels like it’s going smoothly. You feel like you’ve met a million new people already.   

   You finally make your way to the team. You start getting anxious,but shake it off. They are just people, like the boys. They just save the world constantly. Normal, world saving people. Breathe.  

Guys, this is Y/n.“ Steve says, as he pulls on your hand making you step in front of him and closer to his friends. Natasha is the first one to approach you, a beautiful smile on her lips.

“Hi, I’m Natasha, it’s really nice to meet you. I don’t know what you’ve done to these boys, but they talk about you constantly.” She says as you shake her hand. You blush and laugh.

“It’s really nice to you too. I’m a big fan of all of you.” You look to the rest of team, their attention was on you already. “Thank you all for everything you’ve done for this world.” You send them all a genuine smile, receiving the same from them. After Natasha, you met Clint, Rhodey, Bruce, Thor, Vision, and finally Wanda. When you meet Wanda, she pulls you into a hug.

“It’s so nice to finally meet Steve’s girlfriend!” she squeals. Oh God, she so cute with that accent. Wait, is Steve telling people I’m his girlfriend? Huh, I wasn’t aware this relationship started already. “It’ll be fun having another girl around, right Nat?” she lets you go to look at Natasha.

 Natasha laughs and agrees. You smile and begin talking with the team about random things, just getting to know them a little more. Steve stands right behind you the entire time, playing with the hem of your dress. As the team continues talking, you get a chance to look at their costumes, which aren’t really costumes. They all had on their Avenger Suits, except Rhodey; he wore a shirt with the arc reactor like Iron Man.  These guys have such creative minds. You and the boys all receive compliments on your costumes. Yup, I’m a genius. Tony made his way back to the team, announcing that they have to go socialize more. He begins shooing everyone in different directions.

  You end up getting separated from Steve when Tony drags him along with him. Music begins playing a little louder than before, and people begin slow dancing on the floor in the middle of the room. You smile watching them dance, then see Wanda and Vision among them. You send her a wink, causing her to blush. You begin talking to a couple that was standing close to you when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Please be Steve asking me to dance. You turn, expecting Steve to be standing there waiting for you, but instead you’re met with the exact opposite: Nick.

Would you like to dance, Y/n?“ he asks softly. He seriously has some fucking nerve.

As you’re about to reject him, you notice the couple you were talking to watching the interaction. I can’t cause a scene and I can’t be rude. Just get this over with. You force a smile and nod. You then excuse yourself from the couple, and make your way to the dancefloor. Nick pulls you to him, resting one hand on your waist while holding yours in the other. He begins slowly moving side to side, following the beat to the song.

"You look beautiful tonight, you know that?” He asks, his lips close to your ear.

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“I’m aware. Don’t think anything has changed Nick. I agreed to dance to avoid bringing negative attention to us by rejecting you. This dance isn’t for you, so deflate your giant ass ego,” you whisper harshly as you smile at a couple dancing near you. He lets out a deep chuckle, gripping you tighter.

"Oh sweetheart, what do you think you’re doing? We both know you don’t belong here. Let alone with a team of Heroes.” You scoff, going to push away but he grips you harder. He moves his lips right to your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Steve is going to get sick of you, he’s going to realize he can do better. Why else do you think he hasn’t come to separate us yet? Maybe it’s because his attention is already moving elsewhere.” Nick lets your waist go and spins you so that you see Steve laughing with a beautiful Blonde woman. He pulls you back to him.

“He’s going to realize you’re not worth more than anything other than a good fuck. Then what are you going to do Y/n? It’s time to give up this fantasy life, and come back to me. Where you belong."   

   You let out a laugh, leaning up to whisper, "Oh darling, I will never come back to you. No matter what happens, I would rather feed myself to an alligator than have anything to do with your pathetic, lying ass. I don’t care what you do, stay in New York, Hell move into my building if you’d like, but I will never associate myself with you in this lifetime ever again.” You shove yourself away from him, walking away without looking back. His words are still echoing through your mind. You feel a hand wrap around your wrist, and you rip you hand away. You look to see it’s Steve, with a shocked expression on his face.

“Steve, sorry I thought you were Nick.” You apologize.

“I saw you guys dancing, how did you get sucked into that?” He has an edge to his voice, but you can’t blame him.

“I didn’t want to make a scene, he asked me infront of people.” You shrug. He nods and lets it go.

“You sure everything’s okay?” he asks one last time. You  force a smile and nod yes. He leads you back to the team, just in time to hear Tony dismiss everyone for the night.  You and Steve both sigh, both so ready to get the hell out of there. Fucking finally.

   You finally step out of the elevator onto your floor, Nick’s words replaying the whole ride home. You go straight to your door, the boys following close behind. When you realize they are all behind you, you sigh. I can’t deal with them all right now.

“Hey guys, I think I need a couple minutes to myself right now, okay?” You ask quietly. They all have looks of uncertainty on their faces, you roll your eyes. “I think I can handle being alone for 10 fucking minutes.” Anger and sass leak from your words. You feel bad,  with all Nick’s words swirling around your head and igniting a new flare of self doubt, you can’t help but want space.

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   They don’t say anything, just head to their own door. Steve stays behind, sending you a ‘what aren’t you telling me?’ look. You don’t say anything, just step into your apartment and close the door behind you. You go to pour yourself a glass of wine; you deserve it and you didn’t drink at the gala, so fuck it. As you begin to pour it, your phone starts vibrating. You see that Nancy, a nurse you work with, is calling so you answer immediately. 10 minutes later, you find yourself having agreed to take Nancy’s shifts for the next week. She had a death in the family, so you didn’t have the heart to say no. Plus, she got your boss to agree to give you another week off once she gets back, to make up for cutting your vacation short. It’s only a week, I can do this. Only seven , 16-hour night shifts in Pediatrics.  You run your fingers through your hair. Fucking Hell. This is going to kill me. You abandon your wine and begin searching for your pink scrubs. How rowdy can Peds get at night? You find them and switch out of your costume. You throw your hair up in a bun and wash off your makeup. As you’re about to leave, Steve walks through your door.

“Why are you in your scrubs? Where are you going?”

“Someone needs me to take their shift, I’m going to work, Steve,” you say simply.

“Didn’t you drink, you can’t go to work with alcohol-”

No Steve, I didn’t drink. I’m not an idiot I wouldn’t go into work drunk. Seriously?“ You’ve finally had it, you never thought you would see the day where you didn’t want to be by Steve Rogers. You push past him, grabbing your bag and going to the elevator.

"Y/n, wait!” But you don’t. You get in the elevator and the doors shut in front of Steve.

You let go of the breath you are holding, tears falling freely from your eyes.

“What is wrong with me?” you whisper to yourself.

Time skip : the last night of covering Nancy’s shift.

    You finally make it home; today was the last time you had to cover for Nancy. Being in the Peds department was more stressful than expected. You are now off for a week again, but with no interruptions this time. You have barely spoken to the boys this past week; whenever you get home from work you would just sleep until the next shift. Of course, they would text you, but barely answered. Most of the texts were from Steve trying to check in on  you. You feel bad for how you treated him after the gala that night, but you haven’t had the time to talk to him about it. The only person you confide in about that night is Gloria. To say she was mad would be an understatement. She has a death wish for Nick, and ripped you a new one at how you let his words get to you and affect how you think of Steve. She was right, you shouldn’t have let them bother you. But you’re only human after all .

  You’ve been home for about ten minutes, only having time to ditch your scrubs for a tee and underwear. You hear a pounding on your door and groan. I can’t deal with any of the guys right now. I’m so fucking tired. You drag yourself to your door, flinging it open. Only you’re not met with who you expect, but with someone better.

   “You going to let me in or what, sweetcheeks?” GLORIA. The damn inside you breaks, tears pouring out of your eyes like Niagra falls. You throw yourself into her arms, wrapping yours tightly around her neck. She holds you to her as you sob.

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 Neither of you notice the guys burst into the hall, just watching you. You hear someone clear their throat and remove your face from its spot in Gloria’s neck. You both look to see all three men staring at you. Gloria releases you, sending them a wave. You sniffle and wipe your eyes.

“Hey guys,” You say shyly. Bucky gets his signature flirty smile on his face as he opens his mouth you stick your hand up stopping him.

“Don’t even try Barnes, you’re not her type.”  All of you chuckle besides him.

You don’t’ know that Doll,“ he fires back. You roll your eyes.

"Unless you have boobs hidden somewhere and a vagina, I think I do Doll.” The boys all blush as they realize what you mean. You snort and gaze back at Gloria. Her hair is longer than before, almost past her shoulders, she has on a blue flannel, and khakis with a beanie. I’m happy somethings never change. You grab her hand, interlacing her fingers with yours.

“Well, if you ever change your-”

“You really weren’t kidding about him, were you?” She asks you. You just laugh. Sam steps forward.

“It’s nice to meet you. I hear you’re the female version of me? Gotta say, I look good as a woman.” You both snort and Gloria pulls Sam into a hug. A bright smile appears on your face at the sight of your best friends hugging.

Steve moves up next, she also pulls him into a hug.

“So, you’re Steve? I can see why she had a crush on you bef-” You cut her off with a hand over her mouth.

“We don’t need to talk about that Gloria, it’s been discussed” You say awkwardly.

“No it hasn’t!” Sam yells. You shoot him a glare, but Gloria wiggles away from your hand.

Steve has a big goofy smile on his face, knowing what Gloria is going to reveal already.

“Sweet Y/n here has had a giant crush on Steve Rogers since we were about 8.” You feel your face turn red, and you reach your arm out and smack the back of Gloria’s head.

Sam & Bucky are bent over laughing, Steve just lets out a chuckle.

“Did you know this?” Sam questions Steve. He just nods, still smiling. They continue to laugh at you expense, you grab Glorias hand and pull her through your doorway.

“I’m sorry, I had to,” she says as she laughs. You wave her off, already over it.

“What are you doing here Glo?” You ask as you both flop on your couch.

“You sounded like you needed me when you called last week. I knew you’d let this Nick thing get to you, so I’m here to snap you out of it. Steve isn’t Nick, Y/n. You’re going to lose him if you keep treating him like he did something wrong when he hasn’t. Nick knew exactly how to manipulate you so you’d self destruct, you’re letting him win.” She’s right, poor Steve. I’m such a bitch.

You continue talking, catching each other up on everything that didn’t make it into the phone calls. You sit on the couch for hours until there’s a knock on your door.  It opens before you get there, and all three of your boys are standing there. Sam’s holding 3 bottles of tequila and margarita mix in his arms while he wiggles his eyebrows at you. Bucky has a bag of what smells like tacos, and Steve has a cake from the bakery you love in his.

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“Anyone up for a little fun?” Sam says as he walks in. They all drop their stuff on the kitchen table, you and Gloria dart to the kitchen behind them. I will never turn down tequila, tacos or cake. They really do know me. The rest of the night is spent with all of you laughing, playing UNO and revisiting old memories. Gloria unravels all your dirty, embarrassing secrets to the boys. Making you want to strangle her, you stand up about to tackle her to the floor as she starts another story. Steve stops you, pulling you into his lap. He sends you a loving smile and you return it. Things feel normal for you guys again, thankfully. The night ends with everyone on your couch, except instead of cuddling up to Steve during the movie, you’re wrapped in Gloria’s arm. You lock eyes with Steve, you move away from Gloria, leaning to Steve and planting a kiss on his lips.

Tomorrow, I will talk to Steve. Everything will be normal again. Nick’s wrong. Steve isn’t just another guy. You lay back into Gloria’s embrace. If home has a feeling, this might just be it.  

 You wake up to the sound of knocking on your door. After realizing that everyone who is usually at your door is sleeping on your couch, you peel yourself out of Gloria’s arms, slowly going to your door. You wipe the sleep out of your eyes as you answer and are met with the horrible image of Nick leaning in your doorway .

“Are you that dense? Get the hell out of here.” You can’t control the volume of your voice and manage to wake everyone up with it.

  Before you know it, Gloria is right behind you. “Oh you’ve got to fucking kidding me.” She crosses her arms as she glares at him. The guys are behind you, but you wave them back. Sending them a silent ‘I got this’.

“Well hello buttercup, it’s nice to see you too Gloria.”

“You’re one smug son of a bitch, you know that? Now take you small dick and ugly face and get the hell out of here.” Gloria’s anger could rival the Hulk’s and maybe win.

  Nick laughs. “Well, you’re still a fucking bitch. I see they got sick of you back home. Seems like no one likes a crazy, dumb cun-.” Something in you snaps and you lunge forward, connecting your fist with Nick’s nose. A sickening crack echoes through the hall. He stumbles back into the wall, holding his nose with blood pouring out of it. It’s one thing to fuck with me, but no one says one bad thing about Gloria in front of me.

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 You can see the blood trickling down his face. The guys are in front of you in a heartbeat, but you aren’t having it.

 “Do not ever bring her into this. Or I swear, you’ll be leaving with more than a broken nose. Stay the hell away from me or the next time you see my name it’ll be on my restraining order against you, you piece of shit.“

You walk back into your apartment before Nick can say or do anything. You turn back around to all of your friends astonished faces.

You laugh awkwardly. "So, anyone for morning margaritas?"  

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Slow Dancin’

So basically @imoutofmyvulcanmind bugged me all afternoon to expand on my drabble. After much arguing back and forth, I relented (she is a bad influence)and I figured I would share it with you all as well. Nothing fancy, just short and sweet

Bones x reader 1,956 word(s) of so much fluff

I don’t even know who is interested in this so, apologies if you aren’t:

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Happy Valentine’s Day once again :)

You sighed heavily and rubbed your face as you made your way down the quiet hospital hallway. You had just finished up a 12 hour surgery, you were exhausted to say the least. You changed out of your scrubs into your regular clothes and made your way out of the hospital.

Bones, your boyfriend, had the day off today, so he had insisted on taking you to work that morning and picking you up after your shift. Completely hating  driving through traffic, you gave no arguments. Feeling glad you took him up on the offer now, given how tired you felt. You made your way out to a bench outside after calling Bones to let him know to come pick you up.

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What I’ve Been Waiting For

What I’ve Been Waiting For

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None

Anon: Bucky one-shot please? It’s during a party and Bucky is building up the courage to ask the reader to have a drink with him, while the rest of the Avengers are teasing and encouraging him, when one of them finally threatens to go up and kiss her if he doesn’t. Fluff, feels, funny, and just plain cute Bucky.

A/N: I’m like a hundred years late, and I apologize my darling. You most likely don’t even remember this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  but still, I’m really sorry :( I’m also sorry if this sucked, I’m not the best (:

“C’mon Buck, it’s not that hard,” Clint teased. Buck was jumping up and down, shaking his arms. “Yeah Buck, you used to be so good at this. What happened?” Steve says, smirking, holding his glass to his lip. Bucky rolls his eyes, “she’s different all right?” Natasha lets out a loud groan, “just go and ask her already! It’s just a drink Bucky. Hurry up before someone else takes her. That group of guys has literally been staring at her since she got here.”

“Do you think he’ll ever ask me out?” I ask Wanda. The whole team are by the bar, they look like they’re having fun. I watch them laugh and shove Bucky, who also can’t seem to shake that smile off of his face. No matter how much he is shaking…. Why is he shaking anyways? I scrunch my eyebrows together slightly as I turn my head back towards Wanda’s face. “Yes, of course (Y/n). He’s practically drooling over you right now.” I glance back at Bucky, he smiles softly at me. I wave at him and I say to Wanda, while still looking at him, “should I go to him instead?” I turn back to her, “or should I wait a little more?” She shakes her head, “you should wait a little more, I think he’s finally getting the courage to come up here.” I nod, “alright– umm– let’s dance while we wait shall we?” Wanda laughs as I pull her into the dance floor.

“Come on Buck.”

“She’s literally waiting for you.”

“I don’t think so, she looks like she’s having fun with Wan right now.”

“She has to do something while she waits for you to suck it up, doesn’t she?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Now go! Don’t leave the poor girl waiting.”

“Alright Buck, you got this. You’re freaking James Buchanan Barnes! Ladies man. Well at least back then… but who cares. All you care about right now is (Y/n). She’s literally waiting for you right now man, just go! You’ll regret it if you don’t,” Bucky thought, trying to gain up the courage to walk up to (Y/n) right now. “But what if she’s not waiting for you, she’s clearly not waiting for you. Wait, she’s looking at me right now, or is she? Is she looking at Pietro?” Bucky turns to Pietro, who was smiling at (Y/n). “That little– focus Buck. C’mon, hurry, before Speedy takes her before you do. I mean it would only hurt more than that fall… “ Bucky then rubs his left arm, remembering how painful that fall from the train was.

“Well, since Mr. Barnes here is not going to do anything, I will,” Pietro says, looking at (Y/n), then at Bucky, “last chance Barnes, if you not go up to her in five seconds, I will kiss her in six. One, Two–” Bucky’s jaw drops, “you wouldn’t.” “Oh I would certainly will, she’s pretty hot, I mean look at he–”

Before Pietro could even finish his sentence, Bucky finally takes a step forward.

“He’s coming this way!” Wanda says excitedly, my eyes going wide.

“Really? I don’t want to look. How do I look?”

Wanda giggles, “you look absolutely beautiful.”

“Don’t lie.”

“Seriously (Y/n).”


I turn around and smile, “hey Buck.”

Wanda smirks, “I’ll leave you two alone.”

“What brings you here Barnes?” I said, making him chuckle. “I– I just wanted to ask you if you wanted a drink?” I scoff, “that’s all? I waited for you for over an hour, just for you to ask if I want a drink?” Bucky was stunned, “uhh– I mean– you– you looked thirsty?” I shake my head laughing, “I’m kidding, but I’m serious at the same time.” I look at him with a serious face. “What does that mean?” A slow song began to play, I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck. As I half ignored his question, I stare at his lips, then to his eyes, then back to his lips. I lean in to kiss him softly on the lips. As I pull away, I could see Steve raise his fist in the air, in the corner of my eye. Bucky was finally filled with confidence.

“Go out with me, “ he says, making me smile.

“See, that’s what I’ve been waiting for.”