Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.
Word Count: 5226 I’m excessively wordy. Deal with it.
Author’s Note: Here we go! This is the last part! It is longer than it probably needs to be, and there are some parts I don’t love, but hopefully you like it. :)
Laying on the couch in that massive hotel suite with her stretched and exhausted body half on top of mine, all I can think about is how warm and soft she feels like this. I can feel everywhere that our skin meets like I’m glued to her smooth warmth, her cheek pressed flat against my chest, eyes closed, her fingertips lightly tracing over my neck and shoulders, occasionally sending a shiver running across my entire body. I don’t want to move or think, I just want it to be quiet like this, swirling lazy circles over her back like this. This is how it should have been days ago, this is how close I want her all the time.
Hey guys!! It’s so nice to see all this beautiful people 💜 I’m holisticdork. Sometimes I make some dghda sketches but I mostly reblog stuff.
I’m from Brazil, and I have only one friend who watched Dirk Gently…. My favorite character is Dirk, the sunshine man ❤ , but I think I’m more like Todd.
Anyway, this fandom is great and pure and I hope it can always be like this!
(bcs why not) Finally my collection of text posts will get in use omgg :D:D:DD:
(is possible to be customized) (Send me requests with 1/1+ prompt/s. I write about a lot of fandoms and also a lot of different things : one shots/scenarios/imagines/headcanons/chats/conversations/aesthetics/alomst anything) REQUESTS ARE OPEN!(for promts from this list and from the first one)
82. Do you ever talk to a person and your heart starts doing some dubstep
shit. — 83. If you can’t deal with my sarcasm, I can’t deal with being your friend. — 84. I’m nothing but a constant state of internal screaming at this point. — 85. I went to the beach once, 500 years later I still have fucking sand in my
shoes. — 86. How long after arriving at
someone’s house is it appropriate to ask for the WiFi password? — 87. Getting real tired of my own
bullshit. — 88. Thanks elevators, for bringing me up when I was down. — 89. Here’s a little song I like to call “I cherish our friendship so I won’t tell you I would totally have sex with you if you asked.” — 90. A: Do you ever get the urge to get up in the middle
of the night while everyone else is fast
asleep and just walk places and be completely and entirely dedicated to your
thoughts? B: Yea, but the problem is I don’t want to get murdered. You feel me. — 91. Let me sleep in your stupid t-shirts and hold your
dumb hand, you piece of shit. — 92. need a gang to follow me around all day and clap when I make jokes. — 93.
You know that feeling when you’re not your favourite
person’s favourite person, and it kind of feels like you’re constantly
swallowing sand. — 94. “Stop being so dramatic” they say, “I don’t know what you mean” I say as I descent from the ceiling, surrounded by mist. — 95. Just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. It’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot. — 96. Studies show that I literally did not ask. — 97. A: It doesn’t matter what you look like on the outside… B: Whew!!! good A:…It’s who you are on the inside! B: Ah, fuck! — 98.
their hand over their crush’s): Ha ha how’d that get there? — 99. I express my emotions in long groans at different octaves. — 100. I mean you piss me off, but I’d do anything for you. — 101. Honestly, sometimes you just gotta let me be dramatic. Because I will get over it. But let me be dramatic first! — 102. Do you ever feel like a 4 times divorced 45 year old woman that smokes cigarettes in her fur coats on a grand piano? Cause I do and it’s sad. — 103. Single, not sure how to mingle. — 104. I love it when people rant to me, like yes, I am entrusted with your hate. — 105. My idea of flirting is making fun of each other, until one of us fucks up and says something nice. — 106. A: I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking slut. B: I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking virgin. — 107. Do you live on Elm Street, because you’re a nightmare. — 108. Remember your parents told you to take out the trash? I’m the trash. They were telling you to take me out. Date me. — 109. You know, liking someone and pretending you don’t is a lot of hard work. — 110. How do you politely tell someone that you want them naked and on top of you? — 111. A (whispering): I really like you and want to kiss
you a lot. B: What? A: I said you suck. — 112. Have you ever accidentally befriended someone who is very very irritating? — 113.
If you step on a person’s foot they open their
mouth, just like a trash can. — 114. How do I get over someone I never even dated? — 115. Things I want - snuggles. Things get - struggles. — 116. If you see me and I’m not wearing black, you saw wrong, that’s not me. — 117. Why do we need to watch the sky to enjoy the stars, when the ulitimate star is me. — 118. I hate when It’s so hot outside and a bitch tells you to take your jacket off, like bitch no, this is my outfit. — 119. If karma doesn’t come around and hit you in the face, I will. — 120. I don’t think I’ve ever shut up in my entire life. — 121. A: You don’t talk much. B: I’m observing your weaknesses since you’re so freely verbalizing everything about yourself. — 122. A: My kink is when people actually care about my feelings and what I have to say B: Too unrealistic, settle for bondage like the rest of us. — 123. A: Your future self is watching you right now through your memories. B: Not if I get drunk enough. — 124. A: Is there a word between angry and sad? B: Malcontented, disgruntled, miserable, desolated. A: Smad. B: Oh my gOD. — 125. Does the pale glow of my computer make me look hot? — 126. Rest in peace to all the hours of sleep I’ve lost to overthinking. — 127. You know it’s really rude to talk while I’m interrupting. — 128. Is “no” an emotion, because I feel it? — 129. I always look sleep deprived is that hot? — 130. If you listen carefully you can hear me whisper “shut the fuck up” at least once every five minutes. — 131. I’m kind of hurt, kind of offended, kind of not planning on saying anything about it. — 132.
I’m tired 8 days a week. — 133. I don’t trust people who look good with messy hair. — 134. I may be a shitty friend, but I’m your shitty friend. — 135. Seven billion people on this planet and I have 2 friends. What is wrong with people, like put some effort in it, I’m not just gonna come and do the job for you. — 136. I’m sorry, is my swag distracting you? — 137. I aspire to get to that level of hot when my hair looks like shit and I smell like black coffee and yesterday’s eyeliner is smudged under my eyes, but I still look fine as hell. — 138. A: No, listen! What if one day you just turned into an almond and you couldn’t do anything about it because you were just a fucking almond?! B: You need to get laid, you weirdo. — 139. A: You wear that a lot. B: That’s because I’m the main character of the story here, peasant. — 140. I don’t “dress to impress”, I dress to depress. I want to look so good that people hate themselves. — 141. Behind every great man is me, checking out that ass. — 142. The future is now, old man. — 143. Seriously, all you do is bitch. — 144. Are you trying to seduce me? Because so far you’re doing a great job. — 145. Forgive and forget? More like resent and remember. — 146. I’m that kind of person who between two choices always picks the wrong one. — 147. I know what you’re going through, I read “The Perks of Being a Wallflower”. — 148. Excuse me, I hate to go and vomit. — 149. A: One day I hope I am the girl that walks into a room and all eyes are on her. B: The trick is to get a really big hat and scream. — 150. So tired of being human, I want to be a flower. — 151. Screenshots don’t scare me, I know what the fuck I said! — 152. I’m sorry for what I said, I was hungry. — 153. A: Don’t buy a girl flowers. Flowers die. Buy her a dragon. B: Because dragons don’t die? A: Because it’s hard to say “no” to something that can murder you instantaneously. — 154. I want to be rebellious, but I don’t want to get in trouble. — 155. A to B: Breaking news: being an asshole all the time doesn’t make you complicated and mysterious, it just makes you an asshole — 156. You know it’s really rude to talk while I’m interrupting. — 157. One of these days I’m going to roll my eyes too hard and I’m gonna go blind. — 158. I’m not a hint taker, you need to speak up. — 159. Why allow yourself to be full of hate, when you can be full of pasta instead? — 160. I’m an angry person and I want to let it all out and be an asshole, but I’m also a nice person and I don’t want to actually hurt anyone’s feelings, do you feel me?
❁ Request: So can you do a Yoongi imagine where we’re in a big fight and you flinch as he does something ? ❁ Group: BTS ❁ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader ❁ Genre: Angst || Fluff ❁ Word Count: 1392 ❁ Summary: Yoongi comes home, only to ignore you the entire time. After getting fed up with getting ignored, you try to talk to your boyfriend only to be accused of cheating on him with one of his members. ❁ Authors note: I am so so so so so sorry that this took so long, i really hope you like it. Also I am really sorry if this is bad, I haven’t written anything other than school assignments for over a year and I’ve never written in second person before. Thank you so so so much @evalocity for not only encouraging me write this, giving me some ideas and editing it, but for also continually telling me that I am a good writer who is capable of finally finishing this imagine. ily boo xx. feel free to send me how i can improve in my ask box! (this future english major probably, doesn’t even know how to properly space out paragraphs so lol if someone wants to tell me how to do that feel free) also I might rename this later on
I was in the restroom once and while i was in there i was fixing my hair and shit and this guy walked in on his phone and didnt know he was in the wrong restroom till he put his phone in his back pocket and was about to whip his dick out to take a piss. It was honestly something from a movie cuz he fucking froze and looked dead at me and I laughed and said "wrong restroom man" and he ran out screaming "WHY DIDNT YOU SAY ANYTHING"
Anything for Mrs Moony (Young James Potter x reader-- PLATONIC)
A/N: i haven’t posted writing in a while so here’s something i did like three months ago lol,, i don’t rlly know what to call this… like the reader is dating remus but this fic only has the reader and james in it..? idk
word count: 647
warnings: i think theres like one swear in here somewhere
You sit on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, wrapped in a blanket, belonging to your boyfriend, and sipping a warm cup of tea. It’s late. You just really couldn’t sleep, didn’t wanna be in bed. The common room door swings open behind you. You look back, confused. No one should be up at this hour. “Y/N?” Says a familiar voice, yet no one is standing there.
You furrow your brows and tilt your head slightly. “James?” You ask.
He drops his invisibility cloak and smirks. “How’d you know?”
You chuckle slightly, “Who else can just- well- be invisible? Also, you think I don’t know the sound of your voice? After how long we’ve known each other? C'mon.” You roll your eyes.
He smiles at you and begins toward the couch. “Why’re you up?” He sits down next to you.
“Full moon.” You sigh, closing your eyes and taking another sip of tea.
He places a hand on your knee. “He’s doing fine, Y/N. He’ll be back in the morning. Tonight’s transition wasn’t as bad as it has been.”
Your face drops. “Why aren’t you with him?”
“I- uh- broke an antler.. Sirius told me to head back for the night.” He rubs the back of his neck.
You chuckle. “Good going, Prongs.” You ruffle his hair.
He shakes his head. “I know my hair is shit, but that doesn’t give you the right to screw it up.” He whines and swats your hand away. He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes, letting out a yawn. “You must be exhausted, Y/N. It’s really late.”
You nod. “I’m quite aware of the time, James. And I am exhausted. Just can’t quiet my thoughts. Never can when he’s out there.” You sigh and run a hand through your hair. He frowns at you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. “I mean, it must hurt. It’s gotta be painful a-and there’s nothing I can even do about it. I just- I love Remus, so much. I would do anything for him. I feel so useless when he’s out there. And then when he comes back all battered up- I feel horrible!” You lean your head on James’s shoulder.
“I know. It sucks. It really, really does. Just know, that without you, he wouldn’t be able to get through it.” He tells you, running his hand up and down your arm. You look at him, slightly confused. “He tells me all the time, that if he didn’t have you to come back to the next day, it wouldn’t be worth it. And I always tell him that that’s not true, no offense to you of course,” He says, making you chuckle and nod. “but, ya know, I tell him that he’s got loads of things to live for, including you. He always tells me that you’re what really makes him wanna get up in the morning.”
You can’t help a smile creeping onto your face, yet you also kind of wanna cry at the same time. “Does- Has- Has he actually told you that? Did he really say that?”
He nods. “He loves you just as much as you love him, Y/N. And I know for a fact that he wouldn’t want you staying up all night, worrying about him.” James stands up, taking your hand. “C'mon, then.”
You’re incredibly confused, but you don’t say a word as James leads you up the boy dormitory stairs. “You’re sleeping in his bed tonight.” He smiles and guides you down. “You’ll sleep better. Then, when he comes back in the morning, you’ll be right here waiting for him.” He boops your nose and brings Remus’s covers up to your chin. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Night, Prongs.” You wait a moment until you know he’s in his bed. “Thank you.”
if you wanted prompts, how about bucky pining over the cute nerd tony and getting jealous of how much time tony spends with his best friend/super popular kid rhodey
Bahaha Tony’s friendship with Rhodey is more important to me than any shipping I just want everyone to know that. Look out for more under the cut! I hope you like this, Anon! :)
“You’re staring again,” Steve commented, peeling his orange.
Bucky didn’t even try to deny it. He’d denied it the first few times and now Natasha just looked at him like he was pathetic when he tried to say he was looking at something beyond Tony. Besides, what was the point of denying it when basically the whole school knew how gone he was for Stark? Except for Tony himself, of course, the oblivious punk.
“He’s just so cute,” Bucky whined, leaning his face on his fists as he watched Tony gesticulate wildly while he talked to Bruce Banner. “With his glasses and the way his hair curls a little bit and his stupid backpack that’s almost as big as he is–”
“I’m waiting for the day when the weight of his backpack sends him down the stairs,” Clint cut in. “Fifty bucks it’ll happen by the end of the year.”
For some reason I was laying down in a room? Looks like it was backstage?
At first I was alone, but then Yoongi walked in and asked “are you tired?”
I shook my head no and said “nah.”
He looked like he just came in from performing because his clothes were a bit damp and his hair was all over the place.
Then all of a sudden we were making out, like HEAVILY. Tongue in each other’s mouths and everything. (Idk how we got to that point)
Then he suddenly he says, “I want to taste you.”
This dream felt so fucking real, I can feel both our hearts racing.
But my dumbass says, “somebody is going to walk in on us.”
Fuck. This nigga says, “I locked the door.”
I swear it happened liked something off the “SIMS” cause my clothes went GHOST. I was naked laying on the couch with Yoongi hovering over me.
He’s legit looking at me like I’m his last meal, INSTANTLY WET.
Then I took his hand and pulled him closer, he stopped for a second taking off his shirt and the stared at me again licking his lips. Low key I felt intimidated.
Then he climbed on top of me and we started kissing again. His hands was all in my hair and shit, but anyway, he pulled away and said, “lets see how wet you are.” And then he stuck his finger in my pussy.
I must’ve been WET AF cause bitch he said, “…shit.”
So he starts stroking me with his fingers as he’s sucking on my neck, then slowly his kisses start getting lower, and lower, and lower.
At this point I’m legit panting this shit felt so fucking real what the fuck.
All of a sudden he stands up and pulls my legs so that I’m kind of halfway hanging off the edge of the sofa, then he kneels, right between my legs, staring my cooch in the face.
Before I could say anything, he picks my legs up and rests them on his shoulders and DIVES STRAIGHT TF IN.
It felt like so many things happening at once, he was gently sucking on my clit while fingering me with one finger. I was grabbing his hair and moaning like a damn banshee. Then he switched it up a bit, his tongue started twisting and doing tricks that I honestly can’t explain.
All I could hear from him was slurping oh my gawdddddd. Adding another finger he started fingering a bit more aggressively, and he looked up at me, hair disheveled, eyes bright, and face flushed and glistening wet. He was breathing heavily, licking his lips.
Looking me dead in the eye, he removed his fingers and stuck them his mouth, sucking them. Before I could even catch my breath from that he dove right back in, this time, his fingers were rubbing my clit and his tongue was deep in my pussy
bitch I’m shaking as I type this
Then he came back up and said, “you’re so wet, I’m not going to stop until IM satisfied.”