of shield for a while or like a whole movie.. or two

BTS Reaction: Walking In On Their Crush (Reader) Naked

(IDEK IF YOU WANTED IT THIS FUCKING SMUTTY BUT SOME OF THESE CONTAIN MASTURBATION AND JUST ALL AROUND FILTH PLEASE GRAB YOUR BIBLES AND HOLY WATER!!! BECAUSE I NEED JESUS AFTER WRITING THIS.)

Seokjin:

Originally posted by parkejimins

You carefully dragged the brush through your slightly damp hair, having just exited the shower. You had planned to finish your makeup and hair before putting clothing on so you were walking around your room naked, not too worried about your roommate Seokjin since he was out with some of his friends. You quietly scrolled through your social medias as you unconsciously brushed your hair.

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Punk (Chap. 9)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3423

Warnings: Language, mission/war related violence and gore, shooting, enemy deaths, i think that’s all…*shrugs*

A/N: Chap.9  finally, I know!  This is a it of an information dump/setting the rest of the story arc up chapter.  I tried to dial down the angst since you lovies all told me how you cried on the last chapter :( and put some action and humour in instead.  I hope you like this one and I CAN’T WAIT to give you guys chapter 10 in a few days so please stick around through this one!  it’s worth the wait!

**I’m actually legit terrified that i peaked with the last chapter and nothing will ever be as good, especially this chapter, but i hope to give you guys a good story for the rest of the series.

Feedback fuels my life btw….and the picture is from google…i searched for beautiful things… ;]



“Kiddo, wake up we gotta go.”

Clint’s rough, scratchy voice woke you from an uneasy sleep.  Your head was pounding and your eyes felt sticky, as if they’d been glued together in the night.  “Mmm, wha—w’as happ’nin’?” you mumbled, rubbing a hand down your face. 

“Problem in Brooklyn, we gotta go.  Get dressed,” Clint replied.  He smacked your leg and the bed bounced as he got up and walked towards the closet.

“What about the desert? Nebraska?”

“New Mexico,” Clint clarified with a snort. “There’s no desert in Nebraska. Remind me to get you a map for your birthday.  Now, get—up.” He ripped the blanket away from you, causing you to squeal as cold air rushed over your legs.

“Gah!  I’m up! I’m up!”  You jolted upwards and scrambled out from the bed.  

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Being in a Polyamorous relationship with the Hamilsquad...

(So sorry I got carried away!!)


  • Your boys would be the sweetest in the world
  • Lafayette giving you adorable little pet names in French
  • “Mon petit ange doux, you look divine in that dress.”
  • Always buying a turtle plush for John everytime you take a trip to the store with one of the boys.
  • Here’s how your multiple turtle purchases would go down…
  • Hercules stopped the grocery cart and reached out to catch your arm just as your hands wrapped around the small fluffy green animal with large sparkly blue eyes. He sighed as your large orbs met his, “Y/n, my sweet, I think John has got enough turtles by now don’t you-” The tall man was cut short as his other love stepped out from behind him, setting a box of uncooked noodles in the cart, then took the stuffed animal from your hands and set it in the overflowing cart.
    “Shush Hercules, let her get him the turtle. John loves them!” Alexander insisted. Hercules rolled his eyes and threw his hands up deciding the fight wasn’t worth. Y/n and Alex both erupted with happiness when seeing John’s reaction to the new additions to his collection that they gifted him with. Of course it warmed Hercules’ insides seeing his boyfriend so excited so he obliged and shook his head.
    “Fine, fine, but you two are going to explain this to Laf when he sees John’s getting yet another one.”
  • Hercules making you an endless supply of dresses
  • Cuddle sessions
  • You’d probably have a chores chart
  • John would be the biggest sweetheart out of the four
  • They’d be obsessed with making sure you’re always comfortable and know how much you’re loved
  • Random surprises at work
  • It would most likely be extremely awkward at the start, none of you sure what to do and how to go about a relationship involving five people but after a while things would smooth out
  • Movie nights galore!!
  • Giving the boys massages after long hard days
  • Alex ranting to you about his hatred for Jefferson
  • “He’s just a pathetic, spineless, pain in my ass! What the hell is his problem anyways, huh? I mean my god why doesn’t he just take the damn stick out of his mother fu-”
    “Alexander!”
  • Doodling with John in your free time
  • Braiding the boy’s hair
  • “My love, are those flowers that you’re-”
    “Shush. You like it Alex, stop pretending you don’t.”
  • Bringing Hercules lunch and modeling his work for him
  • Thousands of group selfies
  • You all would move into a spacious apartment in New York with a large master bedroom that you all shared
  • The boys being extremely overprotective of you and each other
  • “That guy won’t stop drooling over Y/n.”
    “Oh tell me about it, this girl over here won’t stop making googly eyes at Laf.”
  • They’d love to baby you despite your protests
  • After a long day at work Hercules would draw you a bath as Lafayette carried you in and helped wash you
  • Lafayette tying your hair up in a bun whenever the chance is presented
  • Shoulder kisses
  • The boys would love placing small pecks all over your face as a sign of greeting
  • You all had enough trust in each other so jealousy wasn’t a very common thing
  • But there’d be a time when out with the boys you would run into Thomas Jefferson and Alex would go into full jealousy mode
  • He’d insist Jefferson was flirting with you and would have his hand wrapped securely around your waist with John holding your hand and Hercules glaring daggers at the man as he chatted away with Laf
  • But even Laf would get uncomfortable with the way his dear friend was staring you up and down
  • “Ah and this must be the lovely Y/n. I’ve heard so much about you. My, my you are more beautiful than the bright stars in the Virginia sky, my darlin’. Hope these men are treating you right, Hamilton especially. If you want to see what it’s like to be with a real man, one who can give you the attention you deserve-”
  • This would be Alex’s snapping point
  • Laf and Herc would have to hold him back from tearing apart the smug Jefferson as John would hold you close, blocking you from the sight
  • The rest of the night was spent snuggling together in bed under a mountain of blankets spent reassuring the boys just how much you love them
  • Morning showers together
  • The boys would try to do your makeup one night and surprisingly impress you with their skills
  • After noticing Lafayette’s constant distress and homesickness after a week or so Hercules, John, Alex, and yourself would get off early from work for the night and get to work make Lafayette a feast of authentic French themed foods
  • Laf being extremely overwhelmed at the action and going into an appreciative French spree of words- or rather so gibberish to three of you.
  • “Mes amours vous fondent mon coeur avec vos douces actions. Comment ai-je réussi à avoir la chance d'avoir quatre beaux anges qui m'aiment autant que je les fais? Je ne méritais pas de toi, mes amours.”
  • Hercules, John, and you turning to Alexander for translation
  • “He uh, he said he appreciates the action a lot and loves all of us more than anything.”
  • He’d then pull all of you in for a large group hug, which would happen often
  • Grocery shopping would take like five times longer for the fact that you live in a house with four other guys
  • John and Hercules always tagging along when you run errands
  • Alex writing heartwarming poems about you nonstop. He likes to sneak them into your work folders or your purse for moments when you need to hear it the most.
  • Hercules making all five of you matching Christmas sweaters in which you pose in for your family Christmas cards that make it out to all of your friends and family.
  • Girl gossip with the Schuyler sisters
  • I feel like Hercules would have a good list of jokes he’d say and mostly at inappropriate times
  • Like when it was Alex’s night to make dinner and he accidently overcooked the pork chops, Hercules would come into the kitchen taking in the dry black meat then look at Alex with a dead serious expression
  • “Hey babe, what do you call a pig that knows karate?”
    “Herc now is not the time-”
    “A pork chop.”
  • John always making silly faces at you from across the room when you’re stressed out
  • Laf being obsessed with taking candid photos of the boys and you,making a whole album full of them
  • “Laf why are you taking pictures of us? We’re just making lunch.” You mumbled half mindedly. The water on the stove was boiling heavily and John wrapped his arms around you from behind setting a handful of asparagus in the pot. He chuckled and placed a chaste kiss to the side of your cheek. Yet again another distinct shutter filled the air as Lafayette smiled to himself.
    “I bet it’s because we look absolutely adorable.” John whispered into your ear. You laughed as the vibration tickled your skin. Laf nodded and pointed towards the two of you,
    “Right you are, John.”
  • Making breakfast with Laf to bring to a sleeping Alex who passed out at his desk on top of piles of papers.
  • Having Christmas movie marathons laying in Hercules’ arms while Laf holds Alex and John cuddles up to your side
  • Becoming amazingly close friends with the Schuyler sister who love to hear about your relationship with the boys
  • But let’s be real, the sex would be outstanding
  • Like John would be sweet, gentle, and hesitant but in all the right ways
  • Alex would love to go down on you and the rest of the boys gaining pleasure out of satisfying his partners. He’s also pretty cocky, no pun intended, in bed but in all the right ways.
  • Lafayette exceeded in the department of dirty talk, whispering dirty French words in the shell of your ear and loud for the rest to hear which would turn Alex on above anything else seeing as he was the only who understood the words
  • Hercules was obsessed with undressing you and the boys loving to unravel you all before himself. He’s to most skilled out of all of you and it definitely comes in handy while in bed.
  • But afterwards they would always make sure you felt okay and cleaned you up
  • Fights would be to an extreme limit but when they did occur everyone acted fast
  • Alex was usually involved in the arguments while John would stand to the side, holding you close if you were near shielding you from the disaster.
  • Lafayette could be explosive if involved so Hercules acted as the peacemaker
  • In most cases all boys wanted the mess to end the second it would start but being hot tempered, sometimes it didn’t matter if the issue was large enough
  • Alex would apologized no longer than five minutes after the start almost in tears feeling horrible for his actions
  • He would rush over to John and you pulling both of you in close as the other two would join in
  • You would all then spend the night over a tub of ice cream peacefully sorting out the issue at hand.
  • So many kisses
  • Exploring the city together
  • Out of all the boys, Alex is the most difficult to convince of things
  • It’s a chore alone just to get that boy to bed
  • And when clothes shopping, you always make sure to go with Laf or John
  • Alex is the smartest with the shopping and usually knows what you actually need and don’t need
  • Hercules insists he can make you whatever article of clothing you want
  • But John simply cannot resist saying no to you and Laf just wants to see you smile so he had no problem throwing whatever amount of money down to cover the cost. (In no means is this used in the gold digger content.)
  • It makes John and Laf so happy when they say yes to you and you erupt in a fit of happy giggles and ‘thanks yous’
  • Every once in awhile all of you would take a trip. It always varied depending on whose choice it was. Lafayette loved taking you all to his home in France, Alex was a fan of adventurous tropical vacations (sometimes cruises but it took a lot of convincing) and heading to Spain for a change of culture, John liked camping trips or mountain explorations, Hercules was a fan of road trips and calm vacations on the shores of beaches in Hawaii, and you managed to talk to boys into backpacking in Europe which although stressful during the process, was a successful vacation and you enjoyed weekends up north far from the social world.
  • Lafayette would come home from work and surprise you with various coloring books or Paris, India, New York, etc. from the local Barnes and Noble. This being said you would steal many or John’s coloring utensils to fill in the books.
  • The boys all had different drunk types
  • Alex was whiny. SOOOOO freaking whiny when drunk.
  • “Y/n… can you please cuddle me?”
    “Jack gimme kisses.”
    “Hercules can you make me pizza?”
    “Laf, babe, are you ignoring me? No baby, lay with me!”
    “Alex sweetheart, I’m doing laundry what do you want?”
  • John was the cuddly drunk who always wanted kisses and hugs. He’d latched himself onto whichever partner was closest and would die before letting go. If someone would say no to John- they’d pay the price. In an instant he’d erupt in a fury of tears and totally let go of himself. Herc, being the usual sober one, was there right away comforting the sensitive boy.
  • Laf was a happy drunk. There was always a award winning smile on his face when a drink was in his hand. He’d tell jokes in different accent and whisper incoherent French words in your ear. He liked to get touch with all his partners and always had a hand on at least one of you while intoxicated. Lafayette was known to laugh at least once every two minutes, sometimes at nothing at all while drunk. He found the world to be one huge joke and had the time of his life.
  • Hercules let loose entirely. He was more of a partier when drunk and liked to brag, a lot. It wasn’t always about entirely PG-13 things either if you know what I mean. He also enjoyed showing Laf, Alex, John, and yourself off as well. Not in a disrespectful manner, just talked about how much he loved all of you. His lips were constantly pressed against your temple as well as the other boys. He’d holler and shout at a ball game on the screen that while sober he wouldn’t even give a second glance to.
  • Speaking of sports, almost everyone in the house was into something different but when March came around, the house was madness… pun intended.
  • The boys as well as yourself would all make brackets. Money was involved, no doubt. Smack talk was also a component even though none of you cared for the sport too much until March.
  • Alex would watch every game leading up to the event feverishly mapping out his plan. In the end, he would take into account more of the end scores than the effort and passion of each team. His end game was between Gonzaga and North Carolina.
  • John would argue against Alex and root for all the underdogs. Things wouldn’t turn out well for him but he had fun! John liked cheering for all teams and tened to root for the team with the most passion and enthusiasm. He was one for effort and hustle so when all his first round picks lost, he didn’t mind.
  • There was no doubt about it, Lafayette cheered for the team ahead. He was a typical bandwagon and switch sides faster than any traitor in history. Laf claimed he didn’t do so but it was clear. Sometimes he would cheer for the team with the name he recognized but he did enjoy watching basketball and seeing the games. Not knowing whether to pick North or South Carolina, Lafayette cheated the system deciding to write ‘Carolina’ as the end winner, claiming he did it on accident but everyone knew what he was up to.
  • Hercules cheered for the team with the best colors. He wasn’t as into basketball as most and prefered to watch his loves get excited themselves. Although he did pick Gonzaga, due to Alex spending an entire week talking him into it. Hercules didn’t mind though, he had no idea what was going on anyways. At the start he had put in the Lakers and Bulls, not realizing the huge difference between college and professional.
  • You on the other hand had watched the teams throughout their whole season which also meant you understood every game was different so you took an approach similar to John. In the end, Alex was the closest to perfection and made sure to let you all know it. But he choose to spend the money won on a night out on the town filed with kisses, champagne, expensive food, and loving memories.
  • You and Alex would be overly involved in reality TV
  • Like don’t even get him started on all those Real Housewives shows. Alex lives for the, most likely scripted, drama. You both try to get the other boys in on it although the only one who bites the bait is Hercules. Her claims he ‘hates’ the shows but you had caught him one Sunday night after everyone had long passed taken on sleep. You had felt his side of the bed shift and soon enough he was creeping out of the room. You followed him in curiosity and the sight you found was no one to disappoint.
  • Hercules has an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians playing at the lowest volume and he was fully consumed.
  • You tiptoed silently down the wooden staircase holding a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing shallow. The light from the TV screen flashed in the dim lit room. You peeked out around the corner of the wall taking in the sight before you. Hopping out from behind the wall you shot your hand out at your boyfriend and hollered in delight,  
    “Ha! I knew it, you do love it!” Hercules jumped a mile high, his bowl of popcorn spilling out as he did so. His eyes flickered from the screen, to you, to the screen, then back to you again. Shooting his hands up surrender, Herc quickly snatched the remote from the cushion turning the show off instantly. “Sweetheart, it’s not what it looks like. I just- I wanted to see… fine you caught me. Don’t you dare tell Alex.”
    “Nope, too late.” A new voice appeared from the bottom of the stairs where a smug looking Alex stood. His hands were folded across his chest with his weight staggered to one hip. The cocky demeanor was shinning as bright as a new lightbulb. The introduction of another voice, or two, followed shortly after.
    “Damn Hercules, they got you too.” John commented sleepily. His messy locks curled around his face perfectly as his eyes batted heavily. You and Alex chuckled joining Hercules on the couch. Both of you were waiting for Monday to watch it together but what better time than the present.
    Alex snuggled into Hercule’s side humming at the man’s hand falling around his frame. You reached forward locking your hand with Alexander’s and rested your head on his shoulder. Laf smiled at the view and walked around the opposite end taking a seat on the floor. He turned around and faced Hercules with a side smirk,
    “C’mon babe I thought you were strong!”
    “Sorry you two! It’s just so terrible it’s addicting. Sit and watch it, just one and you’ll see what I mean.”
  • But above everything you all loved each other more than anything and did everything in your power to protect each other and make one another feel loved and cared for.

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- Daizy xx

MCU ANTI-FREEZE: Why Bucky didn’t shoot the camera before killing the Starks

(the Anti-Freeze section is where I take points from canon that make no sense, are inconsistent with the rest of the narration, are literally plot holes, case of fridge logic-or horror and try desperately to make sense of them using every scrap I can from the source material. Basically it’s me frantically patching canon up trying to hide the ugly parts and finding more or less-it’s less- plausible explanations for them. Or you can say it’s me closing my eyes and singing loudly over logic in order to deny all idea of mistake in my canon and being blindly faithful to the writers for having probably -never- thought of that)


The Winter Soldier is a master assassin so good at his job that most people didn’t even believe in his existence. He is a legend, a ghost of the intelligence community and not a whisper of his existence leaves others indifferent.

This is especially difficult to believe as he spends most of his introductory movie shooting up people in broad daylight in the middle of crowded boulevards of big metropoles. But since this is linked to Hydra’s out of the shadows scheme we can handwave it away by saying he was simply following the out of shadows directive as the fist of HYDRA.

Now the issue comes with his second apparition where he executes Howard and Maria Stark in plain view of a security camera, which he is obviously aware of as he breaks it the moment he is done with the deed. This makes the whole master assassin who’s so good most people don’t even know he exist schtick difficult to swallow. This looks amateurish at best and seems like a contrived plot point to create the Siberia situation.

But what if this was actually a case of fridge brilliance from the writers?

From what we know of the Winter Soldier from Captain America 2, he needs to be kept in ice in between mission as he can’t be out too long without having some “malfunctions”. Also he has some recollections of his life before being a weapon and all points to the fact his reaction toward recognizing Steve is not the first time he had some sort of revelation. That’s why they need to wipe him often to erase his memories.

In Civil War we sees that under the Soviet control while he is controlled by triggers which we don’t know if they were used (though I’d argue not) in the Winter Soldier ; the chair zapping his brain and the sleeping in ice in between assignments was still in use as in shown in the opening sequence. Which means that he still can’t be trusted on his own for too long and needs his memory wiped often in order to make the triggers more efficient.

During the Berlin incident, it is shown that the triggers only allow for simple directives and the state they induce is broken after a while on its own or between bouts of consciousness. This all seem to be an effect of the super soldier serum that heals his brain and thus weaken the mind control while making him stronger.

According to Black Widow, the Winter Soldier has not been very active despite his reputation as he is credited with something like 25 kills over 50 years, which means at best 1 kill every two years. Of course some of his assassination were hidden (the Starks for example) but it seems that Bucky was used only for high target assassinations. Also the fact that his activity is only of half a century as of 2014 when Cap 2 takes place shows that Bucky took time to be molded as the perfect weapon, Hydra had him for almost 20 years before sending him out. All of this shows that he is a valuable almost irreplaceable asset and that his handlers take great care of not breaking the hold they have over him, which they know is fragile in the best of case.

That’s why the Starks were such high targets, and that’s why they wanted nobody to look closer into the accident for nobody should discover the big discovery behind their murder. Indeed, Howard Stark with his bastard super serum offered Hydra the possibility to have 5 more super soldiers without all the hassle Bucky presented.

So Bucky was sent and he executed the mission, taking the serum and leaving no witness alive. Except for the camera.

BUT there is something else we need to take into consideration, Cap 2 heavily implies that Howard had suspicions about SHIELD and the US government being infiltrated by some force and that’s probably why nobody knew of the package he had with him since he wouldn’t want to advertise this when he didn’t know who to trust. So his murder was also necessary as a way to cut off this line of inquiry. Just taking the serum and leaving them alive would have been too big of a risk.

And this is where the camera comes in. The video is found by Zemo in a Hydra base after he spent the better part of a year to try and find this solid evidence. So I think part of Bucky’s instructions was to disable the camera after the kill and then bringing back the serum.

Why? Because Howard was not any target, it was one Bucky knew personally. Moreover the need to make it look like an accident required a face to face approach for the assassin. And since they knew the Winter Soldier program was glitchy they didn’t know how he would react with having to kill someone he knew. So this was a test for Bucky, the camera was there to monitor him and be sure he didn’t break his conditioning at any moment. Since if he did he could have lied during his report.

They needed the footage to be sure the Starks were dead for one, and to observe Bucky’s behavior during the hit to see if he hesitated or remembered. I think during this mission, a lot of HYDRA operatives were around in case things went south and they had to finish the job themselves and get back the stray Asset. And though some might argue that he recognized Howard as he allegedly momentarily stilled his hand before finishing him (I’m still not sure of that after having seen the footage hundred of times) he still completed the mission without any issue.

And I think this mission was the reason why they sent him after Steve during Cap 2. Because they already had tested him against people he knew succesfully and thus were confident he would see things through and kill Captain America even if he used to be his best friend.

…So Convinced? Is this theory acceptable?  
Let me know what you think! 

My Fake boyfriend Part 8

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2910

Warnings: Just fuffly and maybe some aganst

Thank you @drinkfantasy you are the best

Originally posted by seabasschino

Before the war Bucky always liked kids and always imagined having a few of his own. But now? Kids were usually afraid of him and the ones that weren’t afraid, their parents wouldn’t let they get close. Bucky knew how much you liked kids and seeing you with your nephew at dinner last night warmed his heart.  

During the dinner you kept doing silly faces to Julian and telling him little secrets. This opened something in his mind that he never thought that he would have again, the possibility of a family.

You were so happy yesterday and he wanted to make you happy even that he was terrified. After your mother left the room, you pull him into a tight hug “We are gonna have so much fun.” You whisper in his ear, he can feel how excited you are and somehow this makes his fears disappear.

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It was a joke, baby. I swear. Part 2

Here it is… The moment …. i guess some of you… have been waiting for. I hope it’s perfect. 

Originally posted by spiderholland

Peter’s fingers gently sifted through your smooth faded blue hair, as you rested between his legs on his couch. You were both lazing around today, and having a Star Wars movie marathon, which you were having difficulty watching because Peter was nearly lulling you to sleep with his gentle strokes over your scalp.

Peter had practically forgot about the movie, at this point it was just static noise to his concentration on your soft locks. Your initial reaction to his hair dying prank made him feel a little guilty, but now he had no regrets, as you were both enjoying the change. His fingers weaved little braids scattered over your head. He found himself un-braiding and re-braiding all of them as they spilled over his chest. They had only just fallen there aimlessly, but some how they looked to be placed strategically to perfection. 

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Little Things

Summary: little things you do with your avenger boo, and little things they enjoy or maybe even a habit

pairing: Avengers x reader

Bucky: With each and every day being a struggle for Bucky, it was nice for him to have a steady part of the day to look forward to. Being able to hold you in his arms was enough love to make his heart burst, and your version of couples bonding was typically on the battlefield. So the two of you came up with a better method of bonding, and much calmer at that. Hand in hand, both of you walk into the training room almost two hours before anyone else on the team is even awake. (This is also why everyone makes fun of you and Bucky for going to bed at 8pm) After turning on the projector, the two of you roll out your yoga mats and go along with the instructions being played out on the tv screen. Bucky typically loves to chat with you, but he’s a man of few words while he and you are waking up your bodies and enjoying one another’s silent presence. That is, until he asks you to help him stretch his legs, considering he loves the feeling of your hands working out the knots in his muscles.

Steve: Despite everything else in his life being in tip-top shape in the cleanliness department, it seemed like his shield was neglected in it all. Even after just doing training, there was a layer of grime that rested on top of it. Maybe it was just from the age of the shield, but it held onto dirt like no other. One day at training, you had picked it up to hand to Steve, and it left a film of grime on your hand. So without even telling him, you cleaned it while he was in the shower, and he damn near cried because no one had ever done something that nice for him. It just so happened that you were developing a little crush on him, which gave you a reason to carry on with this little thing. Week after week, you found yourself in his room polishing away at the patriotic shield while Steve chatted away about whatever story from his childhood had come into his mind that day. Even after the two of you ended up getting married you still find yourself cleaning the shield nightly, just with a lot more cuddling.  

Natasha: It just so happened that one afternoon you had sent her a link to a video on youtube, which she had never even heard of. Because of her curiosity, she invited you to her room and the two of you spent an entire day in bed just watching anything that popped up into her recommended. Soon enough, the two of you found time each day to just lay in bed and laugh at the stupid stuff you found. Being that she’s a major key to holding the team together, she’s pretty high strung all day. By the time that training and mission meetings are over, Nat is face down on the bed groaning about not wanting to get up for the next several years. So, it worked out having a few hours of laughter and relaxation with the woman you loved most. Making a habit out of cuddling with her wasn’t so hard either.

Sam: One afternoon, he’d come home from a weeks long mission and simply wanted a dance. Even if that meant you were in your pajamas, with your hair in a lopsided bun; he still wanted his hands around your waist with music flowing into both of your ears. Considering the fact that he was always with Steve, he’d began to adopt some of the older music that spangly pants always listened to. With the slow Bing Crosby song playing, the two of you swayed in your small apartment’s kitchen. Soon you found yourself in the same kitchen, every morning, with hooded eyes, just loving on each other with music going and the sun shining. The only things that changed were the ring that came to stay on your finger, and the baby bump that temporarily prevented you from standing too close to your husband, but you still managed to get that dance in.

Peter: Being the fact that you both are broke college students, whenever Tony offers new and exciting things the two of you are at the compound within an hour. Most of the time when Tony calls it’s about missions and what not, but when Peter’s new video games come in, it’s a whole different conversation. You and Peter pack up, and head to the compound for a weekend vacation. Traditionally, you order 6 boxes of pizza and pick them up on the way, and stop to get some beer with whatever cash y’all have left. For the next three days the two of you cuddle, drink, and have a genuine time with one another. This little tradition even continued as far as your honeymoon when you both realized that instead of being on a beach, you just wanted to be in one another’s arms in front of the tv for a weekend.

Clint: The team seemed to have practice for what felt like 12 hours of the day, every day. By the time they were done, Clint’s arrows were all dull from sticking into the various rubber dummies that were in the training room. So you took it upon yourself to sharpen whatever arrows you could find while he was in a meeting, considering you knew he had a stash hidden somewhere. Just the thought of him sneaking around pulling arrows from random places made you giggle as you were sharpening the arrows. Clint was so smitten when he saw you sitting there in the living room, surrounded by his weapon of choice. Needless to say, it became a friday night routine for the two of you to watch movies and sharpen away at his arrows.

T’Challa: All things aside, running a country was the most over exerting task he’s ever had to do. It’s no surprise that he forgets to do something as simple as getting a good meal in the morning before running all over the place for council meetings and Avengers business. Despite trying to remind him every morning, T’Challa would claim he was running late and would run out before you could get another word in. Being the helpful wife you are, you began to pack little snacks for him in his briefcase that he was using for the day. Not only would you put small bags of goldfish, you’d write notes reminding him that he’s doing an amazing job at managing a country and still being a great husband. These little things only made him more excited to come home and love on you each and every day.

Bruce: Despite being a brilliant man with amazing abilities in the lab, his handwriting is horrific. When it came time to look at his lab notes for what he did that day, it was all in shambles with shitty little drawings next to it. You’d been extremely bored one day because of an injury that left you on the sidelines, until you realized a little thing that you could be doing. Bruce’s notebook was full of extra papers that needed to be scrapped, and once you got through them you found the detailed pages and notes of breakthrough technology that him and Stark had come up with. With a new notebook, you began to neatly re-write all of the directions and ideas that accumulated in Bruce’s mind over the past few months. Even when you were cleared to be back on the battlefield again, you still found yourself in the lab on late nights, sitting with Bruce and writing new notes.

Imagine Chris making you feel safe.

A/N: Inspired by the terrifying IT trailer I watched earlier today, that’s still seared in my brain actually. If you don’t like scary movies or clowns, don’t watch it. Learn from my mistake, we don’t all have Chris to make us feel safe. 😂

Chris walked out from the bathroom and raised an eyebrow at you; you were watching something on your iPad that you were holding at arms length and on mute. He chuckled which made you flinch as you looked up at him. “What are you doing?” He laughed when you did, walking over to join you on the bed.

“I’m watching the new IT trailer,” you told him and you heard him heave a sigh. “What?” You giggled when he shook his head at you, chuckling. “It’s on my Facebook wall and it started playing as I scrolled past it, and you know me- I’m a very curious person.”

“You’re also a very timid person when it comes to scary movies, so don’t watch it.” He instructed as he picked his book off the bedside table to read a little more before bed. “Aren’t you needy tonight?” He teased as you forced your way into his arms, resting your head against his chest; his arm wrapped around you and rested lazily against your thigh.

“I’m always needy,” you lifted your head to kiss his jawline and he smiled, pulling you closer to him as he returned his attention to his book. Truth be told, you just wanted to be closer to him while you finished watching that terrifying trailer. “That looks like a very good book, babe,” you glanced back at him, testing the waters to see how immerse he was in his reading before you continued watching the trailer.

“Mm hm,” he hummed in response and said nothing more.

You smiled as you turned back to your iPad and pressed play, you held it a distance away from you and watched the horror continue to unfold. Even on mute, you were absolutely terrified because Chris was right; you were timid when it came to scary movies which was why the two of you never watched them during movie nights. You tried hard not to flinch or react too harshly because you knew Chris would scold you, but you couldn’t help yourself when the clown pounced at the camera. You yelped and jerked away from the iPad, tearing Chris’ attention from the book and onto you.

“I told you not to watch it,” he recited almost monotonously because he’d already expected you to. “Now what?” He quizzed, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched you pull away from him to put your iPad aside. “Are you going to spend the whole night asking me to check out every creak and thud?” You rolled your eyes as you took off your glasses, tucking yourself into bed; beside you, Chris tried hard not to laugh as he continued to tease you. “‘Cause I will not be doing that, especially not when I have an early morning meeting tomorrow.”

“I’m perfectly fine, Captain,” you retorted, turning your back towards him as you tried to go to sleep. “It wasn’t even that scary.” It was terrifying and you could still feel your heart pounding. “And it’s unrealistic anyway, clowns are- they’re dumb.”

“Mm hm,” Chris tried not to laugh; he knew you were terrified. “Well, since you’re not scared and you’re going to bed- I hope you don’t mind me finishing the book downstairs.” You felt the weight on the bed shift and you quickly sat up; your head snapped in his direction so quickly that it nearly gave you whiplash.

“Why can’t you just finish your book here?”

“Because you’re going to sleep and I don’t want to disturb you.” He was trying hard not to laugh as he leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “Goodnight, baby.” You huffed and laid back down, pulling the covers up to your chin. “Don’t let the clown demons get you,” he sang song as he walked out of the bedroom, turning off the lights as he left.

“Hilarious!” You called and heard his laughter follow him downstairs. “It’s just a trailer, Y/N.” You mumbled to yourself and closed your eyes. “It’s fiction. Stephen King writes fiction, it’s not real.” You heard a thud on the roof and your eyes shot open. “It’s probably just a rat, or a bird. Relax, Y/N.” You heard scuttling against the hardwood floor and you buried your head under the covers. “But you’re a writer and writers write from experience which means-” A blood curling scream escaped your throat when you felt something jump onto you; it was only Dodger, but you were too deep in your own imagination to realize that.

“Y/N?!” Chris scrambled upstairs; his rational side told him he had nothing to worry about, but like you- he caught a glimpse of the trailer and had a vivid imagination. “Fucking hell,” he cussed when he turned on the lights and saw you hugging Dodger with a sheepish look on your face. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“If you didn’t leave my side, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

“If you didn’t watch the trailer, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

“Can you just stay here?” You asked with an adorable pout and he chuckled softly, holding out a hand. “What?” You quizzed as he walked over, taking your hand and pulling you out of bed. “Where are we going, Chris?” You asked when he tucked your arm under his, leading you out of the bedroom.

“I thought you’d like to join me while I make a round of the house and check all entry points,” he told you and you chuckled, hugging his arm tightly. “That way you’ll believe me when I say everything’s locked.” Your grip tightened around his arm when thunder crashed outside; Chris chuckled and kissed your head. “Scaredy-cat,” he mumbled into your hair.

“I am not,” you yanked your arm out of his and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Okay,” Chris held up his arms in mock surrender and walked ahead, padding down the staircase with you following behind him. Your whole body flinched when another roll of thunder roared, but it wasn’t until you heard a thud come from behind you that you rushed back to Chris side and slipped your hand in his. “Yeah,” he chuckled softly, entwining his fingers with yours. “You’re very brave.”

“Why did you let me watch that trailer?” You frowned at him then scanned your vicinity warily, flinching at another stroke of thunder. “You know how bad I am with scary movies,” you scolded and he scoffed with an amused smirk, “especially when there are clowns involved. I hate clowns, Chris. They’re so- Oh God!” You yelped, making Chris jump too. “It’s just our reflections,” you chuckled sheepishly when he frowned at you.

“I told you not to watch it, but you’re so God damn stubborn that you watched it anyway.” He pulled you along as he checked the front door. “And of course I know how much you hate clowns, you practically had an anxiety attack when that clown tried to approach you in the lobby of that hotel we stayed at in Malaysia.”

“What kind of hotel has clowns as entertainment?” You argued as you shuddered at the memory. “Nobody likes clowns, they’re creepy and they’re not even that funny.” Chris chuckled as he moved on to check the sliding doors that led out to the backyard. “There’s a reason people use clowns as serial killers and possessed demons, Chris.”

“Relax, baby,” he chuckled and squeezed your hand. “It’s just a trailer, okay? It’s fiction, you have nothing to worry about. Look, we’re checking all the entry points- there is nothing and no one that can get in here tonight.” You huffed and he chuckled again, “if you don’t trust grade-A locks, at least trust your grade-A boyfriend. I’m not going to let anyone get to you, I’m Captain America for a reason. Hm?” He poked you in the cheek and waited for you to crack a smile; it didn’t take long. “There we go,” he smiled. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

“Let’s check the back door and go to bed,” you said and he nodded, taking lead with you slightly behind him. You bit back your smile as you watched him check the lock. It never once ceased to amaze you that he would do whatever he needed to make you feel safe, even if the reason you felt unsafe was irrational and stupid. Any other guy would’ve just told you to stop being an idiot, but not him; Chris always accommodated you and your overactive imagination, and that was one of the many reasons you loved him.

“We good?” He quizzed and you nodded, smiling. “Okay,” he lifted your hand to his lips and kissed it. “Let’s go to bed.” He said, pulling you alongside him as the two of you made your way back upstairs. “Hopefully you can sleep soundly now that you know you’re safe, and now that it’s raining.” He looked to the ceiling, smiling at the soothing sounds of the rain falling against the roof. “I know how much you like sleeping to the sound of rain.”

“I do,” you smiled, hugging his arm. “And I always know I’m safe around you,” you told him and he smiled. “Like you said,” you poked his side, “you’re Captain America for a reason, right?” He chuckled and scooped you into his arms, bridal style. “Chris!” You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Gotta keep you close to keep you safe, right?” He winked.

“Right,” you chuckled and tenderly pressed your lips against his.

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I really, really want Class 1-A to do a blanket fort.

Perhaps it starts just because someone dragged too many cozy blankets into the living room. Perhaps it starts because two or more of the children couldn’t sleep and huddled together for comfort. Or perhaps none of them could sleep because of nightmares, a thunderstorm, or after watching a horror movie.

One way or the other, they end up in the living room, tons of blankets, pillows and stuffed animals strewn out between them, and it doesn’t take too long for someone to come up with the idea of a blanket fort.

The more enthusiastic kids like Mina, Kirishima; Kaminari and Tooru are the ones to start building and hiding. Bakugou joins in because, heck, those idiots don’t even know how to build a fort, he can do that so much better. Uraraka is all for it and drags Izuku and Iida with her. Shouto joins, liking the thought of a warm, cozy nest to sleep in. Tokoyami wouldn’t confess it, but it’s exactly the same train of thought that bring him under the blankets, too.

Kouda is completely content with sitting in the middle of the fort, his rabbit securely on his lap and a stuffed animal next to him while the others build a rather impressive fort around him.

When Toshinori walks into the living room, on his way to the kitchen, he almost stumbles into the fort that takes up most of the living room space. He freezes mid-motion as everyone calls out Watch out!

“Now, what’s all of this?” He asks, baffled as he takes in the walls of blankets and pillows, covered with a big blanket for a ceiling.

“It’s our fort!” Mina’s head pops up between a few pillows, expression shining with excitement.

“Ah, yes. Of course. It’s rather impressive,” the fort shields everyone rather well from his gaze, and Toshinori has to bite back a laugh as he asks, “Is… everyone in there?”

“Uh, yes,” that’s Izuku’s voice that comes from somewhere in the middle of the room.

“I think we lost Mineta somewhere between a few pillows,” Sero comments good naturedly.

“Actually, we buried him,” Jirou mutters.

Iida’s gesturing almost topples a wall over as he exclaims, “Everyone! Go look for him! Really now…”

“Sensei, come join us!” Kirishima pops up next to Mina’ waving so much that Bakugou emerges, too, swatting him over the head to stop him. “Ow!”

“Is there enough space for me in there?”

“Sure!”

“Pleeeease, Sensei!”

Toshinori relents, crawling under and into the fort carefully. He’s too tall and lanky for this, has to basically lie on his stomach in order to fit, but since the ground is also covered in pillows, that’s not even that uncomfortable.

And honestly, uncomfortable or not, it’s so worth it just because his students greet him loudly and happily, basically snuggling up to him once he has settled down.

Once Aizawa walks into the dorms, back from his job as an underground hero, there is nothing to be seen from his students or his colleague. Only the blanket meets his eye once he turns the corner.

Aizawa stops, blinks, let’s that sink in for a moment, before, “How many hours did you all spend on this?”

There is some shuffling, before one edge of the “ceiling” gets lifted and a pair of eyes blinks at him.

“Welcome back, Sensei,” Tsuyu greets him kindly. “We did our homework first, promise.”

“Hm,” Aizawa frowns, not sure if that is enough of a reassurance.  

“It’s just that we couldn’t sleep afterwards.”

If he wanted or not, Aizawa’s reservation towards this child’s work vanishes at that, and he sighs. “Toshinori?”

“Ah, yes?” Tsuyu scoots over as the retired hero appears next to her.

“You better tell me that my sleeping bag is somewhere in there with you.”

“I actually saw it somewhere around here…,” more shuffling, and the blond grunts triumphantly, “Ha! Thank you, Tooru. You’re sleeping bag is here, Aizawa-kun.”

“Well, nothing for it then,” Aizawa crouches, carefully examining the thick walls of blankets. “Is there a door to this thing?”

“Oooh, is Aizawa-sensei joining us, too?!” Kirishima exclaims. “Sweet!”

“It’s getting fucking cramped in here, guys,” Bakugou grumbles.

“Just make yourself a bit smaller, man.”

“Yeah, you could deflate your ego a bit,” Kaminari suggests. “Lots of space would come from that.”

“You fucking little…!”

“Yikes! Help! Get him off me!”

“Guys! You will topple the whole fort, stop that!”

By the time Aizawa has been granted entrance to the fort, he is already regretting his decision to join in on this – there won’t be any escape if people start exploding stuff or electrocuting each other, and he is tired to use his quirk.

“Don’t worry,” Toshinori seems to read his mind. The blond looks utterly too childlike for a grown man, lying on his stomach and making himself comfortable amidst stuffed animals. “They will calm down soon enough.”

“If you say so,” Aizawa huffs, but relaxes enough to climb into his sleeping bag and try to get some sleep.

And really, it doesn’t take too long for the bickering to calm down, yawns to be heard and really, and shortly after Aizawa feels someone flop down next to him, half snuggling up to him.

Cracking one eye open, he regards his students – especially Mina, who is basically falling asleep on his arm – with a calculating look before he huffs and goes back to sleep.

He has to confess – this fort is really good work from these kids.

Here’s week 4!  I’m so amazed at how many wonderful fics there are to read each week!  Thank you again to all of you amazing writers!  You are a gift and we are truly blessed to have you!  Happy reading! 😊💞💞💞💞💞

Fics that are NSFW are marked.

@4theluvofallA Little Hair Pulling Goes a Long Way - You and Bucky are in a relationship and though the sex is wonderful, you want something more.  Bucky x Reader NSFW

@4theluvofallemilyevanstan’s blogiversary - Bucky constantly talks about ‘me time’ and Reader is dying to find out what exactly he does.  Bucky x Reader NSFW

@4theluvofall - Pleasant Surprise - You and Tony find yourselves alone and things happen.  Tony x Reader NSFW

@4theluvofall - Sexting with Steve - Steve’s been gone for a while on a mission and when he gets back, he’s can’t wait to show you just how much he missed you.  Steve x Reader NSFW

@4theluvofall - Tickle Tickle - Just a fluffy one-shot where Steve gets back at the reader for tickling him. Wrote this for a certain someone. I’m having a crappy evening myself so I wanted something cute and fun and fluffy. Steve x Reader

@abovethesmokestacksLike Sleep To The Freezing - This is for my darling JinAh @viollettes, in anticipation of things to come and for being such an amazing person. I may have set the pairing as Bucky x reader, but it was always you when I wrote it. All of my love.  Bucky x Reader

@blackgirloneshotsMeeting The Parents - Anonymous asked: Hi! Can I please request a T'Challa and black female reader where he takes her to meet his family and she’s really nervous but they end up really liking her?  T’Challa x Reader

@bovaria - By Way of Spontaneity (Part 9), Part 10, Part 11 - On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?  Bucky x Reader

@brighterlights#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 11), Part 12, Part 13, Part 14 - When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].  Bucky x Reader

@buckyywiththegoodhairBalcony Scene (ALiL Deleted Scene) - (College!AU): In which an impromptu performance of Shakespeare occurs at the foot of your stairs.  Bucky x Reader

@cassiopeiasskyWhen Everything’s Made to be Broken (I Just Want You to Know Who I Am) Part 42 - Plot:  When you inadvertently become a witness to a murder and are suddenly a target for death, it takes a specially skilled soldier and his team to keep you and your family safe. Bucky x Reader

@dabblinginmarvel - Let’s Hurt Tonight - Request: Hi! I heard you do song requests, so I wanted to ask if you could do one based off of “Let’s Hurt Tonight” by OneRepublic with Bucky. Thanks! And if you can’t then don’t worry about it. :). Bucky x Reader

@dabblinginmarvel - Unbirthday - Could you do a fluffy logan howlett x reader imagine where you are celebrating his b-day please?  Logan x Reader

@hellomissmabel - Little Monster Part 4 - Y/N and professor Rogers have their first meeting. Steve finds himself aligning with a surprising ally.  Steve x Reader

@iwillbeinmynest - An Owed Debt Chapter 18 - When Steve brings Bucky a new assignment, things get a little heated. But he’ll do it to repay an old friend. May might not know the full extent of her powers but she doesn’t think having a babysitter is going to help. Can these two put aside their differences and help each other out? Or is this just an accident waiting to happen?  Bucky x May(oc) 

@iwillbeinmynest - Cool Down Chapter 9 - Steve slips up and makes a confession.  How will you react?  And will it last?  Steve x Reader

@just-some-drabbles - The Only Exception (Part 10) - AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them? Bucky x Reader

@lowkeybuckytrashWorth The Risk {Part 13} - Bucky knew that all Steve wanted was for him to get along with her, but was it really worth the risk?  Bucky x Reader

@marvel-ashRocket Men: Part One - Internationally celebrated crew of Patriot Three, a rag-tag group of astronauts, assimilate back into life on Earth after months in space.  Bucky x Reader

@mrshopkirkIt’s all in your head - In the forties, Steve finds his relationship with Bucky nothing but perfect until the day he catches him with a girl. It becomes a nightmare that haunts him till the present day.  Bucky x Steve (Stucky)

@mrshopkirkUnrequited Love (3.1/3) (end) - Steve has been in love with his best friend for as long as he can remember and he will never stop, even knowing it will forever be unrequited.  Bucky x Steve (Stucky)

@pickledmoon - Friendly Competition bucky and sam argue over who’s the better kisser. you’ll be the judge of that.  Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader

@sebbys-girl - Braving the Elements Part 10 - Three girls, gifted with the ability to control the elements, are called on to help the Avengers when they are put in an impossible situation. The problem is they have been burnt by SHIELD and Hydra before.  Bucky x Reader

@serzhantkris​ - Sunday Morning -  A young man and a young woman run into one another on a Sunday morning at a coffee shop, both of them heartbroken, and rediscover what it means to love and be loved.  Bucky x Reader

@tatortot2701Eccedentesiast - (.n) Someone who ides the pain behind a smileA/N: So this was just a little something I wanted to get out after I saw the pin. I relate to this more than I would like to admit, and if any of you guys do- I just want to say I’m here. Also shout out to the bomb @whothehellisbella for being an awesome editor and letting me run this by her.  Avengers x Reader 

@tatortot2701Off for a while - Idk what this is. Just a tiny drabble to get over this block.  Bucky x Reader

@viollettes - Creampuff Heist - Bucky wants to smuggle a dog out of the shelter but needs the help of someone who has experience carrying out a heist.  Bucky x Reader

@viollettes - Seventeen Days Masterlist - An angel from heaven is sent back to Earth to prevent college senior Bucky Barnes from ending his life. But here’s the catch - she only has seventeen days to do it.  Bucky x Reader

@volklanaFalling In Love In A Coffee Shop - The title of this series come from this song and it will be central to this series going forward, so as usual please feel free to give it a listen, and this whole idea was born from a request by the ever lovely @wellthatsrandomkekSet in the aftermath of Civil War when Tony is attempting to heal and forgive, when he meets you at a chance meeting in a small town coffeeshop will both of your lives be affected forever? Also if you have seen the movie We Bought A Zoo (2011), I imagine reader’s fashion sense and general personality to be quite like Scarlet Johansson’s character Kelly. So her setting is going to be a ranger/keeper in a wildlife park/zoo setting and that’s where she will be based throughout the course of this series.  Tony x Reader

@whyisbuckyso - Misfire - The Scent, The Sight - The four times Bucky tries to ask you out and fails.  Bucky x Reader

Jughead x Reader | Texts

Originally posted by evenstoast

This has been requested by this lovely anon: 

I absolutely adore this imagine!

/ GENDER NEUTRAL FRIENDLY /

Plot: You and Jughead are texting, they live next to each other but can LITERALLY just go to the others house, but it’s late at night and the two of you are bored. Just a short lil fluff I guess

based on show

Warnings: None

“Ugh I can’t believe it finishes like that!” You shouted to yourself. You just finished an amazing movie which had the worst ending in the entire world of movies. You grabbed your remote and switched the TV off. You sighed and scrolled around on Netflix looking for something better to watch. You put on an old episode of your favourite show and sat chilling for a while. Just eating Cheez-Its and trying to stay awake. You were determined to have a good Thursday night.

You got up from your bed to grab your laptop from your desk which faced your window. You looked outside and up at the moon. A full moon, it spooked you out a little as you thought about Jason Blossom death and how his killer is still out there. You shivered and looked up at your neighbour’s window Jughead Jones, the ‘boy next door’. Well… More like ‘the weird spooky boy next door’. You’d known him since grade school and have been friends with him ever since you defended him against a bully.

What you didn’t ever mention is that you liked him a whole lot. He was always there after a breakup, you confide every emotion in him and basically share everything. A lot of your stuff is at his and a lot of his is at yours.

Oh god you’re wearing one of his shirts right now…

Your parents would constantly ask ‘when are you two settling down?’ or ‘shall I send out a Save The Date?’ obviously they were mostly jokes but sometimes you found yourself imagining living with Jughead and waking up next to him in the morning and-

But they were silly daydreams, you knew he had an interest in someone else. Betty Cooper, the actual ‘girl next door’ she was so lovely to everyone and especially you, you were close. Her and Jughead worked on The Blue and Gold. You could sense there was something going on in his head. But you wished it was you. You grabbed your phone from your bed and sent a text to Jughead.

You: You up?

The ‘seen’ message came up almost instantly, he was probably bored too.

Jughead: Yup… Stuck on homework… You?

You smiled and typed away.

You: Bad movie… Hey I can see you!

You walked up to your window and saw Jughead walking round his room looking down at his phone. He looked up, pissed off

Jughead: Creep

You: Pervert

You laughed and kept your eyes on him and saw him texting.

Jughead: I’m a pervert? Wouldn’t a pervert rather see someone undressed?

You smirked and noticed Jughead looking up at you. You mimicked taking your shirt off but stopped before Jughead shielded his eyes.

Jughead: That came out wrong, and you’re immature

You: You’re annoying

Jughead: Why don’t you just come over instead of awkwardly standing in front of your window?

You: Cause it’s almost midnight, I have a curfew. Plus I need my beauty sleep for the Pep rally tomorrow

You almost forgot you made it on the cheer squad. You tried out with Betty and Veronica, the three of you got in. You looked over at your very cute uniform and smiled.

Jughead: Oh yeah… I didn’t think cheerleading was your thing

You: It became my thing once I found out I looked so good in uniform!!

You noticed Jughead smiling and you put your hand up before ducking away from the window. You quickly changed into your cheerleading uniform and walked back up to the window. Jughead chuckled and looked down.

Jughead: Give us a twirl Y/N

As he said, you did a little spin and a few poses. He watched you, a little mesmerised and smiled a whole lot more. He leaned on the window frame.

You: Like what you see Juggy? ;)

You smirked at the text and put your hand on your hips.

Jughead: You’re so annoying.

Jughead: Yeah you look okay

Jughead: I guess

You blushed, he rubbed the back of his neck. You couldn’t see but he was blushing too.

You: You look good too

Jughead: I said okay…

You: Yeah but I knew you meant The Most Amazing Person On This Planet.

You saw Jughead chuckle.

You: I’ll be mad if that’s not my new contact name.

Jughead: Go to sleep!

You: Make me ;)

Jughead sighed and you shut your curtains to change into your pyjamas.

Jughead: Where did you go?

You: I’m changing, wanna see?

Jughead: Not this again…

You opened your curtains, to reveal you just in your pyjamas. And Jughead shook his head smiling. You also opened your window. Jughead did the same.

Goodnight Jughead.” You said

“Goodnight Y/N.” He said. You closed your window and walked over to your bed. You got under your duvet and shut your eyes. Until you heard another phone notification. You picked up your phone and read the text.

Jughead: You’re really pretty

Jughead: I’m sorry for that

Jughead: Do you wanna get a burger and milkshake tomorrow?

You blushed furiously and smiled.

You: I would love to Jug <3

You smiled to yourself adding a cute heart emoji at the end. You put your phone away and went to bed.

Jughead was in his room smiling down at his phone. Blushing furiously.

(Hope you liked it!!)

Where They Kiss You

simple as the title, where your avenger boo kisses you 

Bucky: Thighs. On your first few dates with him, you never pictured Bucky to be a thigh man. You more expected him to be an old fashioned kiss on the hand type, but that all went out the window the first night he slept over. He took what you thought were flaws and made them his favorite things about you. Bucky loves waking you up in the morning by trailing kisses starting at your collarbone and going all the way down to those thighs he loves. You have a small tattoo on your inner left thigh that he always traces over lightly with his fingers, and it drives you absolutely mad. When he’s had a long day of being an avenger, he loves coming home to already find you in bed. Bucky takes this time to climb into the king sized bed and rest his head on your lap, occasionally leaning over from his phone to place a kiss on your thighs and tell you little things about his day.

Steve: Forehead. It started when the two of you finally made your relationship public, and went to a baseball game together. People were around everywhere, most trying to pretend they weren’t staring as you walked to your seats hand in hand, but some were blatantly taking pictures and whispering to their friends. Steve’s grip moved to around your shoulder, and he pulled you closer to him while walking around inside the stadium. Being in the public eye wasn’t something you were used to, and Steve could tell. So instead of giving everyone a show, he sweetly placed his lips on your forehead in hopes of calming you down. After that came many more events where he did the same before you walked out into the public eye, and it stuck as a way for you to calm one another down. Plus it was a way for the two of you to avoid the whole gross PDA thing.

Natasha: Neck. It became a thing of good luck for the both of you whenever she would place a kiss on the left side of your neck before going off on a mission. You weren’t an active agent anymore, but there were times where you would be with Maria in the control room. Natasha had no shame in kissing you in front of whoever she wanted, whether it’s just the team, or on a red carpet for the whole world to see. Sometimes she would just kiss your neck out of the blue to get you flustered and red in the face. Even on game nights with the team she would lean over your lap just to get her lips on your neck before making any bets with the team, and 99% of the time her PDA payed off. Nobody in the public eye knew how much she really suffered from the trainings when she was a kid, and sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night suffering from those memories. But you were there for her, leaving kisses across her jaw and down her neck, bringing her back to reality in your arms.

Thor: Hand. Albeit cliche, he truly loves making you feel like his queen. He was raised to treat women with the utmost respect, because he understood that he wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for them. So when Thor met you, he felt as if he had cracked the code to what life is supposed to be like. Everyone knows about how bubbly he is, but he was even more so after that first look into your eyes at the Shield christmas party. When Thor wakes up in the morning, the first thing he does is bring you closer to his body and kiss your hand. It’s his way of showing how much he loves and respects you, and without being too gross with the affection. But that sure doesn’t mean that he’s afraid to be affectionate.  

Tony: Chest. Tony is all about chest kisses, and he places them with such love and care. He loves leaning into your chest while you are laying on the couch or in bed after a long day of being Tony Stark. You hold his head there, softly running your fingers through his hair and stroking his cheek. He feels his safest with his lips on your chest, even safer than when he’s in the iron suit that is damn near indestructible. It momentarily dispels all negative thoughts from his mind, and leaves him with nothing but pure adoration towards you. He feels like a giant weight is lifted off his shoulders as well. It’s at that point when he turns his head and absentmindedly presses a short, chaste kiss to your skin or the fabric that covers the area.

Peter: Temple. Whether the two of you were tangled up in each other on the couch watching a movie, or silently strolling down the street hand in hand, he always pulled you into a warm hug, and pressed a sweet kiss to your temple. Whenever he was struck with the opportunity, Peter would lightly peck your temple. It helped that you happened to enjoy being kissed there just a little bit more than straight up lip-locking. He wanted to make sure you knew how much he loved and was there for you, and felt that a soft kiss on your forehead or temple was the way to do it. Sometimes you even stretched up on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his temple whenever you saw him stressing out over something, especially new mission plans. Him leaving for said missions was a new thing, so it was always a toss up of who was going to be more strung out over the job that day.

Loki: Under-jaw. The two of always spent your down time wrapped up in blankets in bed, doing absolutely nothing aside from basking in each other’s company and body heat in silence. Loki leaned in to you and you leaned into him, becoming utterly obsessed with each other. He looked at you like you were the most exquisite thing in existence and peppered a million light kisses underneath your jaw and along the side of your neck. You always returned the favor by tightly holding him, eventually squeezing him till he was practically out of breath. You would spend all of your nights together exactly like this, much to both of your delight.

Pietro: Shoulder blades. Pietro craved skin to skin contact with you at all times of the day, mostly in the form of a kiss, which couldn’t happen often, much to your disappointment as well as his. So, he stuck to loosely slinging his arm around your shoulders and following you around like a lost puppy while you performed domestic tasks around the compound. Whenever you stopped bumbling about, doing whatever it was that you were doing, Pietro quickly peppered kisses all along your shoulder blades. They spanned everywhere from the shoulders to the nape of your neck.  As long as it didn’t interfere with your task at hand, you indulged him and stood still, eyes fluttering shut in content for a moment until he was inevitably pulled away from you to do important Avengers work. He always made it up to you, however, in the form of much more interesting activities.

Bruce: Nose. Your touch never failed to provide Bruce with much needed affection, and reassurance that you were still around and weren’t ever going to leave him. You always stuck around, glued to his side while he moved about his lab. He tried on multiple occasions to explain what he does in the simplest way possible to you. Most of the time, you just looked at him and smiled, which Bruce knew as your nice way of telling him to stop wasting his breath because you weren’t going to understand any time soon. He softly chuckled every time, quietly sighed with a light smile on his face, pulled your face close to his and pressed a soft kiss on your nose. This gentle of a kiss reminded him that he’s still just Bruce, and not the other guy.

Scott: Cheek. Scott woke up significantly earlier than you did every morning, but never failed to give you a sloppy good morning kiss on the cheek before he rolled begrudgingly out of bed. They always woke you up though, which you didn’t mind. You always pulled a sleepy smile anyway, and rolled over to his side of the bed and basked in the hot spot of sheets he left behind, instantly falling back asleep. You were awakened again about a half an hour later to another, less sloppy kiss on the cheek and a goofy smile from Scott before he left for whatever job he had acquired from his friends. He whispered a promise to you about taking you out to dinner that night, an offer you accepted, before hurrying out of the room and out of the apartment.  

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  • dino was always the most outspoken, free-spirited person you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting
  • and for a while you didn’t think the two of you would ever be friends because he liked to dance in public and make people laugh,,,,and you kind of got shy when people asked you to speak out loud
  • but you end up saving dino,,,,,he’s supposed to perform at this big show for one of the school’s festivals and you can see that he’s getting all tangled in the wires trying to get his music plugged in
  • and the crowd is getting inpatient and you can see he’s getting frustrated and fidgeting 
  • so you rush over and pull out your own phone, hooking it up to the speakers and asking what song dino wants to play, he tells you and you find it giving him a thumbs up and ushering him onto the stage promising you’ll make sure the song plays when he’s ready to perform
  • and from the stage dino give you a nod and you get everything to work perfectly,,,,,watching dino from the side as he moves across the stage
  • and when it’s over,,,everyone cheering and calling his name
  • you unplug your phone and get up to leave but you feel someone’s’s hand stop you
  • and you turn to see dino’s shining smile,,,sweat apparent on his forehead and without even trying to catch his breathe he goes - “i didn’t get your name, im dino by the way!”
  • and everytime you think of it it’s like some cliche movie meeting but,,,,,that’s how you become friends
  • and dino everytime he sees you walking home or eating lunch he always strikes up a conversation
  • and at some point it becomes a routine,,,,,,,
  • not to mention the fact that you actually enjoy watching him practice and talk about his passion.,,,most people want to see his final routine,,,,,they don’t want to know about the hard work that goes into it
  • but you do 
  • and dino can see that in the way your eyes light up when he shows you a new move or tells you about a song he’s thinking of dancing to
  • and it’s the day of one of dino’s big competitions but on the same day you’ve got a big interview scheduled for an internship you really r e a l l y want
  • and in the subway as you’re taking it with dino he can see you’re nervous so he offers you one of his ear buds
  • and the two of you listen to a playlist dino made of all your favorite tracks 
  • and the nervousness goes away when you feel his shoulder brush against yours,,,,when you know that you can close your eyes and feel safe next to your friend
  • but when it’s your stop you get up and apologize that you can’t come and watch him but dino just gives you a laugh and makes you pinkie promise to call him right after the interview
  • ,,,,,,,the only thing is that when you get to the interview,,,,,,they tell you it’s been canceled because no spots are available anymore 
  • and they won’t even look twice at you and your resume and it,,,,hurts,,,,,,,,,
  • and you call dino like you promised but because he must be rehearsing you get the voice message and you can’t even say anything,,,you just let out a small whimper and mumble that you’re gonna try and make it home
  • but you can’t bring yourself to move,,,,,you sit in front of the building clutching your folder full of recommendations and letters and you keep trying not to cry but it’s hard
  • and you don’t know if it’s been half an hour or a whole hour but suddenly someone is stopping in front of you
  • sitting down in front of you and pulling your hands gently from your tear stained face
  • and you can see,,,,the blurry outline of dino,,,,,and you think that it can’t be him ,,,his competition must be starting now
  • but when you hear the voice ask “are you ok?” you realize,,,,,it is him
  • and dino doesn’t say anything further he just pulls you up and into his arms and you manage to choke out a what are you doing here
  • but dino just says that he’s doing the right thing by being here,,,,,,,any competition is absolutely nothing when it comes to you
  • and for some reason you cling to the back of his shirt and try to say more but you just sob and dino doesn’t care about your tears on his shirt or the look on the judges faces when he grabbed his bag and ran out of the room even though his name was going to be called next to compete 
  • and when you pull back,,,,dino hesitates but he leans forward and kisses the tears off your cheek
  • and you ask quietly if he’s here because he’s a good friend,,,,,,,,,or because you two might be something more
  • and dino tells you that you don’t have to worry about that right now
  • but the way he holds your hand and shields you behind his shoulder if anyone tries to peek at your embarrassed face,,,,tells you that yeah,,,,,,
  • you guys are definitely something more now 
Noise (Part 3)

Summary: (Chris Evans x Reader / Sebastian Stan x Reader) you’re moving into an apartment on your own, ready to start fresh in someplace new. However, your new neighbor upstairs seemingly isn’t the quietest person in the world.
Warnings: fluff
Word count: 1325
A/N: OMG. Okay. I’m trying something out, let me know what you think <3 

Part 1 - Part 2

Originally posted by fandemoniumnet


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Okieriete Onoadowan x Reader 

Steph’s Note: Guys, it happened!! I’m so excited to share this fic with you guys! I still can’t believe I was lucky enough to collab with Ren for my first collab and I am so excited about sharing this with you guys! I am so happy with how this fic turned out and we hope you love it as much as we do! 

Ren’s Note: @alexanderhamllton This is a long time coming, you guys, my first collab with Steph! I am so happy at how this fic turned out, writing for Oak is always really fun to me and being able to do it with Steph was such a bonus! We really hope you enjoy boxer!reader and oak because we certainly do <3

Word Count: 4,155


“You won’t believe who is here to train this morning!” Betty’s voice was a little bit above a whisper as you walked into the gym you went everyday.

“Good morning to you too, B.”

“I’m serious! Do you know how Broadway is producing a musical based on Rocky right?” You nodded. “Well, the cast decided to train here!”  You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at her excitement. “What?”

“You’re boy-crazy, Betty. You have a problem.” You answered, taking a sip from your water bottle. “I have a heavy training today, wish me luck!”

“Ha-ha. You’re so funny.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t you wanna know their routine?”

You roll your eyes as you start to stretch your neck. “I don’t have time to worry about what boys are here training” you explain.

“They aren’t just boys, they are hot Broadway actors!” She whispered, her eyes moving from you to the sound behind your back. “Look at them, they’re like sculpted or something!”

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Valentine’s Day

“can you do an imagine of your bestfriend and your crushs friend are going out so one day your crush and friends boyfriend go pick you guys up from the movies and then you guys go to your crushes house and you guys hangout and it’s awkward at first between you guys but then you guys end up admitting each others feelings after walking around outside alone while your friend and her boyfriend are inside”

I know it’s been YEARS but I finally finished another imagine! Where I live Valentine’s Day is almost over; I probably missed the deadline completely for a lot of you. In any case, I hope you enjoy it, and happy (belated?) Valentine’s Day! ;)

Word count: 2.5k


The bright afternoon sunlight hits your face, nearly blinding you as you and your best friend exit the dimly lit movie theater. “Ahh, my eyes,” you shriek, shielding your face with your hands.

(F/n) grunts in agreement. “I feel like a vampire exiting my coffin for the first time.”

“Strange analogy. Even stranger that it makes sense.”

(F/n) pulls out her phone, looks at the screen, and puts it back in her pocket.

“Is he on his way?” you ask, referring to her boyfriend, who agreed to pick the two of you up.

“Yeah. (C/n) is coming too,” says (f/n), looking sideways at you. You can’t hide anything from your best friend, and though you haven’t said anything outright, she can tell you’re interested in (c/n).

“Okay,” you reply nonchalantly.

(F/n) laughs. “Oh, come on, I know you like him. When are you going to do something about it?”

You sigh, dropping the act. “I don’t know. We’re not that close yet…and anyway, I don’t like him that much!”

“Puh-lease! You’re obsessed with him. It’s plain as day.” (F/n) elbows you teasingly. “And apparently the four of us will be going to his house today, so this is your chance to get close!” She winks.

You try to control the bubbling excitement. You’ve been to your crush’s house maybe once or twice before, what with him being close friends with (f/n)’s boyfriend. But, due to your crippling awkwardness, you can barely hold a conversation with him. Maybe today will be different. After all, the romantic movie you and (f/n) just watched has inspired you a little.

A car pulls up in front of the theater and honks obnoxiously. “Shut up, we’re coming,” (f/n) hollers through the open window at her boyfriend, (c/f/n). She opens the door and climbs into the shotgun seat, leaving the back seat to you…and presumably (c/n). You wipe your palms on your pants and open the door.

And there he is, grinning at you as you climb in and sit down next to him. “Hey, (y/n),” he says, and that simple greeting is suddenly the sexiest, smoothest thing you’ve ever heard. You sigh involuntarily, then quickly remember yourself and try to act cool. “Oh, hey, (c/n),” you reply, buckling your seat belt.

“So. Your house, (c/n)?” asks (c/f/n) as he pulls out of the parking lot.

“Yeah, my parents aren’t home so we can get turnt,” (c/n) jokes. “As in, like, bust out the root beer.”

You laugh, a little too loudly, considering it wasn’t that funny. (F/n) is right, you’re really not subtle about your crush. But thankfully, (c/n) seems oblivious.

“You can stay pretty late, too, if you want,” he continues.

Turning away to face the window, you smile a little to yourself. Spending the whole evening with (c/n) sounds like a pretty good time to you. You just hope you won’t screw anything up with your awkwardness.

(C/f/n) pulls into (c/n)’s driveway and you all hop out. When you’re all inside the house, (c/n) grabs a few root beers from the fridge. You take one from him and your fingers touch for a second.

You crack open the soda, enjoying the satisfying fizz. “Cheers,” says (c/n), holding out his can. You and your friends laugh and bump cans and then collapse onto the living room couches together. (F/n) and (c/f/n) immediately cuddle up next to each other on the loveseat. Meanwhile, you and (c/n) sit on armchairs opposite each other, occasionally making awkward eye contact.

“Hey, baby, I have something for you,” says (c/f/n) suddenly, reaching into his back pocket. As you and (c/n) look on with interest, he pulls out a small jewelry box and hands it to (f/n). She gasps before even opening it. “No way! You didn’t have to!!” she shrieks. Then she opens the box gently to reveal a beautiful chain necklace, and shrieks even more. You laugh quietly, enjoying her happiness, as she pounces on her boyfriend and hugs him tightly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” (c/f/n) says with an affectionate grin. Your good mood evaporates as you remember what day it is. Your least favorite holiday, this is the one day a year when you are constantly forced to acknowledge that you are single, and probably will be for the rest of your life. Seeing happy couples together only worsens the constant suffering of this wretched holiday. Unfortunately, the couple in front of you is no different. As cute as they are, you suddenly feel like an incredibly awkward spectator to their romantic moment. Sneaking a quick glance at (c/n), you can tell he feels the same.

As your friend and her boyfriend start making out, (c/n) meets your eyes and attempts an awkward smile. His face is a little pink, and you’re sure yours is even redder. What an uncomfortable atmosphere to be sitting in with your crush.

Finally (c/n) clears his throat. Your friends continue unperturbed. (C/n) sighs, rolls his eyes playfully at you, and picks up the TV remote, turning it on. The weather report comes on at full volume, startling your friends out of their makeout session. “Oh, sorry,” (f/n) says breathily, giggling when she sees your exasperated faces. She makes eye contact with you, and you raise an eyebrow, jerking your head in (c/n)’s direction as if to say, Thanks a lot for making this awkward!

(F/n) just winks back before grabbing the remote from (c/n). “For fuck’s sake, put on something other than the weather!” She flips through the channels and stops abruptly when a rerun of High School Musical appears. “Hell yes. This is my favorite movie ever.”

You chuckle and settle back in your armchair, taking a sip of your root beer and trying to relax. Though the movie is moderately entertaining, your mind is occupied by (c/n)’s presence just a few feet away. You try to force your eyes to stay on the screen, but despite your best efforts, they continually wander over to (c/n) in his armchair watching him as he watches the movie. The light from the TV screen gives his face an ethereal glow. He is so pretty, you can’t help but think. So. Pretty. At one point he senses you staring and turns to look at you, tilting his head to the side inquisitively. You quickly look away, cheeks burning.

“KISS! KISS! COME ON! DO IT!” (F/n) barks out from her perch on (c/f/n)’s lap, and your head snaps in her direction. Thankfully, she seems to be yelling at the TV. Troy and Gabriella are leaning in, gazing romantically into each other’s eyes as they get closer and closer. But for like the third or fourth time, they’re interrupted before they get the chance to kiss. Damn, the sexual frustration must really be getting to them by now. “NOOO!” moans (f/n) dramatically, falling back into (c/f/n)’s arms.

“Drama queen,” he teases. “Don’t act like you haven’t seen this a thousand times.”

“Every time, I believe in them, and every time, I am let down,” (f/n) sighs. “Come on, let’s show them how it’s done.” She straddles his lap and plunges them both into what looks like another long makeout session.

You sigh and scratch your neck, as if the discomfort is an itch you can rub out. But the uneasy feeling persists. You avoid meeting (c/n)’s eyes, knowing your face is probably bright pink again. At last, unable to stand the awkwardness, you stand up. “Okay, I think I should leave you two alone,” you announce casually. There’s little response. It’s unlikely that either of them can hear anything you’re saying. “I’m just gonna go outside for a bit. Have fun, use protection, don’t forget to breathe!”

As you start to leave, (c/n) jumps up too. “I’ll come with!” he says quickly. “No way am I third wheeling for the rest of the movie.”

He follows you out the door, and for a moment you stand together on the porch, unsure of what to do. “Shall we go for a stroll?” (c/n) proposes overdramatically.

“Oh, yes, let’s,” you reply in a silly high-pitched voice. You immediately feel stupid, kicking yourself internally. But (c/n) laughs anyway and starts walking, so you follow him on a slow path around the house.

“Good thinking, getting out of there while you could,” he says, nudging your arm with his elbow. You try to calm the nerves that are firing up inside you, making you jittery. “Thanks, it was my defense mechanism against aggressive PDA. I’ve picked it up after years of Valentine’s Days.”

“Not your favorite holiday?” (C/n)’s mouth curves upwards, looking sideways at you in amusement.

You make a face. “God no. I hate Valentine’s Day. I’m convinced it was created purely to make single people like me feel bad about themselves.” You stop yourself before you can launch into your familiar rant.

“Well, I like the part where you get to eat ice cream and cry alone,” (c/n) jokes.

“While listening to sad music,” you add. “There’s no way you do that though!”

“What? Surprised? I have a sensitive side too!” he chuckles. You fake a shocked look, while secretly dying inside. Who’d have thought you’d be strolling alone with your crush, talking about romance? And to top it off, the sun is starting to set.

You reach the front of the house again. From here, you can see the sun sinking over the horizon. Without speaking, you stop walking and stand together in the front yard, watching the sky slowly getting set on fire.

As beautiful as it is, you’re again distracted by the presence of your crush, this time right next to you. You glance sideways at him, thinking, This view is so much better though! Then you realize he’s looking sideways at you too, a small smirk on his lips. You quickly look back at the sky. Why is this becoming a pattern? Control yourself! You curse inwardly.

The sky grows darker and you start to shiver. You have a sweater on, but considering it’s the middle of February, the fabric is quickly becoming too thin to keep you warm. (C/n) notices and furrows his eyebrows. “Are you cold?”

“No,” you lie through your chattering teeth.

(C/n) smiles and, in one easy movement, pulls his sweatshirt off. “Put this on.” He holds it out to you.

“Keep it, I’m fine,” you insist.

He shrugs nonchalantly. “I don’t need it, I’m too hot anyway.”

“Yeah you are,” you shoot back flirtatiously before you can stop yourself. (C/n) looks at you in faint surprise and chuckles. You blush and quickly grab the sweatshirt, putting it on. You breathe in the heavenly smell, trying not to be obvious. Oh man, you’re wearing his hoodie. Could it get any better than this?

Apparently it could, because just then (c/n) reaches around you and rubs your arm with his hand to warm it up. “Better?” he asks, grinning.

“Uh huh,” you reply breathlessly. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” You wait for him to move away, shove his hands back into his pockets, or even turn around to go back inside. But he doesn’t. His arm remains circled around your waist, holding you against him. You breathe out slowly, trying to stay calm even though you’re certain you must be dreaming. Real life does not go like this. And more importantly, good things just don’t happen to you on Valentine’s Day.

Your mind flashes back to (f/n) and her boyfriend. The sky is dark and starry now, indicating that some time must have passed. You wonder why no one has come to look for you or called you back inside, but you figure (f/n) must have something to do with it. Thank goodness your friend knows when you need to be left alone.

To break the silence, you say, “Think they’re done making out yet?”

(C/n) laughs lightly. “Probably not,” he responds. A moment passes before he adds, “Besides, this is nice.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “I don’t spend enough time outside. I didn’t even know this many stars were visible from where we live.”

“Amazing what you discover when you’re not huddled in your room on the internet,” he teases.

“Painfully accurate,” you admit. “I leave the house for one day and I get to wear a boy’s sweatshirt. I should try this more often.” After the sentence leaves your mouth you realize how awkward it is, but you can’t take it back now. You wait anxiously for (c/n)’s reaction, but it’s nothing like you’re expecting.

“I get to watch the sunset with a pretty girl, so I think I’m the real winner here.” His arm tightens slightly around you. You turn your face towards him, trying to read his expression. He smiles gently down at you. “(Y/n), I don’t want to be too forward or anything…but I can’t keep this a secret anymore. I really, really like you.”

Your mouth flops open clumsily as your mind races, trying to make sure you didn’t hear him wrong. “Uhh. You mean, like…like-like?”

(C/n) chuckles. “Yes, (y/n), I like-like you. I’ve had a crush on you for, like, ever.” His eyes, shining in the darkness, search yours. “Is there any chance that…I don’t know, maybe…you might feel the same way?”

It would be impossible to fight the grin that splits your face. “Are you kidding? I like you so much, you have no idea!”

“Oh my God” is all (c/n) says before crashing his lips onto yours. Taken completely by surprise, you stand frozen for a moment before melting into the kiss, throwing your arms around his neck. You feel completely delirious, giddy beyond belief at this literal dream-come-true. And it should be noted that (c/n)’s lips are even softer than in your dreams. It’s perfect. You’re in (c/n)’s sweatshirt, kissing under the stars, and it’s absolutely perfect.

Wrapped up in the kiss, you almost miss the muffled shout of “GET IT GIRL!” coming from the house. You pull apart and glance over to see (f/n)’s face pressed against the window, grinning from ear to ear. (C/n) starts to laugh and you join in, leaning your forehead against his.

“So, (y/n)…” (c/n) cups your face in his hands. “Still hate Valentine’s Day?”

You pretend to think it over. “Well, I guess I can make an exception for this one.” You smile up at him and he grins back, pulling your face towards his once more.

Movie Date - Jughead Jones

Originally posted by diltons

Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Description: You and Juggy go to a movie date at the drive-in on a cold, foggy night
Warnings: extreme fluff ♥
Word Count: 1,364
A/N:
hey guys, this is my first riverdale related imagine but i’m obsessed with the show and Jughead so I just had to write something. Today where I live is super cloudy and misty and that’s what gave me the inspiration to write this, bc it reminds so much of the show and jug’s character. Enjoy.


It’s freezing out at the drive-in and as soon as you get there you think that you should have worn a thicker jacket. The wind blows the hair out of your face and you wrap your arms around yourself trying to shield your body from the cold. Looking around, you’re surprised to see that the usually crowded field it’s almost empty. Who would want to stay outside for 2 hours freezing out in such a cold night as this one, right? Only two weirdos like you and Jug. But to be honest, you prefer it this way.

 It doesn’t take long for you to spot the familiar black beanie and a tall figure  sitting on a chair with a bunch of blankets and snacks. A smile automatically  appears on your face while you walk until where he is.

“BOO!” you scream, jumping from behind the chairs and trying to scare him. 
“Ha-ha”, Jug mocks you, clearly unimpressed. “Did you really think I would get  scared that easily?” he asks, smirking.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, silly me.” You answer, smiling and playfully rolling your  eyes.

“Come here, sit. It’s freezing and the movie is about to start” Jug says, lifting  one side of the fuzzy grey blanket and patting the spot beside him.

“Oh, and what are we watching today?” You ask, curious about what he had  chosen for tonight. You loved his taste in weird and old movies and were  always surprised by the films he liked to watch.

“The Shining”, he says, lifting one eyebrow and doing a funny, dramatic voice.

“Oh my god Jug, are you kidding me? You know how much I hate horror  movies!”

“I know, but c’mon (Y/N), look at this weather. It’s freezing, it’s chilly, it’s misty,” he says, lifting his hands in the air and pointing to the sky,” I’m sorry, but this night demands a horror movie.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll watch it” you give in and sigh, realizing you have no choice. “But why do you have to be such an emo?” you purposefully mock him,  knowing how much he hated when people called him emo.

“Oh no. You did not just call me that!” He complains, turning his head to look straight at you, a surprised smile on his lips.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I’m just messing with you” you reply, chuckling “let’s just watch the movie already so we don’t stay here until too late.” You finish your sentence and kiss him on the cheek, wrapping your arms around his neck. That way you knew he wouldn’t say no.

“Yeah, let’s watch it. Even though you don’t like horror movies I think you’ll like this one. Jack Nicholson’s performance is phenomenal, one of the best until this day, in my opinion. The way he conveys his madness throughout the film is what makes it such a classic.”

“Look at you, geeking out again for these old movies” you say, looking at him with pure adoration in your eyes and stroking the black hair in the back of his neck. You love how nerdy he was when it comes to movies and books and you love it even more when he talks about it.

He was looking especially handsome tonight. His green eyes were sparkling and his cheeks were rosy due to the low temperature. Pieces of his dark hair were sticking out of his beanie everywhere, making him look even more adorable. You feel his warm hands on top of your cold ones.

“How can you not geek out when you’re about to watch The Shining? It’s one of my favorites” Jug answers, while the opening title appears on the giant screen.  

“Yeah, you got me, I’m curious now. I just hope it isn’t too scary”

“It isn’t, I promise.”

During the first hour of the movie you two just silently watch, surrounded by blankets. Legs are tangled in each other, Juggy’s arm is around your waist and your head is on his chest, the both of you struggling to keep as warm as possible.  Every now and then you would just look up to see the complete concentration on his face.

Suddenly, his voice breaks the silence “are you enjoying it?”

“Yeah, I thought I wouldn’t like it but the story is actually pretty interesting”

“I don’t mean the movie” he says with a serious look on his face, looking sad almost. 

“What? What are you talking about?” you ask confused, while sitting up so you could look directly at him.

“Are you enjoying this?” he questions, moving his hands between you and him “I mean, are you enjoying… us?”

He quickly looks down, a wave of insecurity getting the best of him.

“Juggy… why are you even asking me this?”

“I don’t know, I just… I just realized it’s almost midnight and you’re out here freezing your ass out, watching a movie you probably won’t even like”, he answers, a sad smile appearing on his lips, “and it’s all for me. I just need to make sure you’re enjoying it as much as I am”

“Oh my God, you’re adorable, you know that?” you reply, laughing and putting your hands on both sides of his face. “Of course I’m enjoying it. Are you kidding me? You’re the best boyfriend I could ever ask for, you’re my best friend. And a boy that brings me on a date like this, c’mon! We’re binging junk food, snuggled up in 5 different blankets, with this whole place practically just for the two of us. And the best part is that I get to be with you. To be close to you. I wouldn’t trade you or this moment for anything, okay?

You immediately bring his face closer to yours and press your chapped lips against his pink ones, mouths moving perfectly in sync with each other. You needed him to know how much you mean every word you just said.

“I wouldn’t trade this for anything either, (Y/N).” Jughead says, sighing and moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Hmmm, not even if I offered you a hot chocolate right now? Your hands are colder than Cheryl Blossom’s heart.”

“Oh wow, my hands are really freezing then” he replies, an adorable laugh coming out of his lips. “But no, I wouldn’t trade you even if you offered me a big, delicious, creamy hot chocolate with a bunch of marshmallows on top. That statement right there is a big step on our relationship coming from me, I hope you know that.”

“My god, I didn’t know I was that important. Now you convinced me” you joke back and kiss him again, this time harder than the last, you just couldn’t contain yourself when you were near him.

These were the moments you cherished the most, the ones where it was just the two of you joking around, kissing, enjoying each other’s companies without a care in the world.

“Well, now that we have already lost important parts of the movie while being a disgustingly cute couple, can I take you home now? It’s getting colder even for me and I think it’s going to rain soon. Plus, I really want a hot chocolate now” Jug says smiling with a pleading look on his eyes.

“Yeah, let’s go. We can finish the movie at my place. And I’ll make you a big, delicious, creamy hot chocolate with marshmallows on top, how about that?” you ask smirking, remembering what he had said to you just minutes ago.

“Sounds good to me”, he replies, kissing the back of your hand and looking into your eyes, a playful smile on his lips, “it sounds really good to me.“

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Once Upon A Dream - Part 10

Characters - Bucky x Stark!Reader, Steve, Tony, Zemo

Word Count - 1984

Warnings - Language, Angst, Mentions of blood, ca:cw spoilers

A/N - *THE VIDEO IS IN ITALICS* I used Romanian for/in this part but the words are essentially the same as the ones we know from the movies. If it’s incorrect, thank google. I’ve had this part in my head for the past week or so and it wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it. Keep in mind that this series is not at the top of my priority list so part will come out when I have the motivation and time.

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“You seem a little defensive.” Tony called out, his stride was casual and his helmet was disengaged as he moved toward you.

You felt a tinge of guilt pass through your body. Regardless of what was going on around you, no matter the fight raging on between the heroes of your world and even though you were a super solider, one thing about Tony remained firm in your heart. He was your brother.

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