out the door look

For a fun and inexpensive date with that special somone, consider the following:

Get a nice bottle of wine.  Or two. 

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Set up a comfy spot to sit outside under the stars.

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And here is the key…..

Open your laptop to the Fail Army Youtube channel.  Take turns choosing videos to watch.

Originally posted by catgifoftheday

Originally posted by zevzekadamcom

Because wine is delicious, the stars are romantic, and laughing together solidifies love.  

And there’s nothing funnier than when gravity gets the best of someone.

Especially once you’re into the second bottle. 

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     Luke once again knocked on your door repeatedly. He had been standing outside your house for about an hour now knowing good and well that you were at home, but for some reason you weren’t answering the door. Luke let out a huff and looked around at his surroundings before digging into his back pocket. He bent down and pulled out the tools he used to pick locks. Usually Luke never had to break into your house. He was always welcome and the door would be open whenever someone was home, but desperate times called for desperate measures. 

Luke slid the metal hook into the lock of the door and inserted the tension. In less than five minutes Luke had managed to break into your house. He smiled in triumph when the sound of the lock clicked. Luke stood and his eyebrows furrowed when he realized how dark inside it was. It was during the middle of the day, four in the afternoon to be exact so with your home being empty it was unusual. Luke shook off his weird feeling and entered inside. He shut the door behind him began to make his way upstairs. Maybe no one was home after all and Luke’s knocking was all for nothing. Luke began to mumble to himself as he flicked on the light in the bathroom. His eyes scanned over the area in search of your makeup bag. When he couldn’t find it Luke groaned in frustration. He began to rummage around; opening cabinets and digging through drawers and even looking in your bath tub. Finally after some time his eyes landed on your makeup bag that was resting behind a few body wash bottles. “There you are,” Luke said, grabbing the gold colored bag. He sat down on the toilet seat lid.

You were woken up by the sound of someone messing about in your bathroom. Your hand reached out to pick up your phone and you clicked on the lock button to turn it on. The bright light illuminating from your phone made your eyes squint. When you noticed all the missed calls from Luke your eyes widened in surprise. You sat up in bed and rubbed at your eyes. With one hand you clicked Luke’s number and flicked on the light with another. The phone began to ring and you suddenly heard a ringtone come from down the hall. Your eyebrows furrowed and you slid out of bed. As your phone kept dialing, the ringing continued. You were confused and ended the call which in turn the ringing ended. “This has horror movie written all over it,” you huffed, exiting your room and following to where the sound had came from. Light slipped through a crack in the door and you peeked inside. You let out a sigh of relief when you spotted Luke’s hair. You pushed open the door making Luke’s head fly up.

“Hey gorgeous,” Luke smiled, slowly trying to hide your makeup bag from your view. 

“Hey…” you slowly said, eyes darting down to the bag. “Did you break into my house? What happened?” you questioned, walking more into the bathroom. You grabbed at his chin to turn his head to the side and inspected his eye. “You got into another fight didn’t you?” you sighed, thumb ghosting over the dark bruise. Luke flinched at the feeling and he grinned at you.

“This time it wasn’t my fault, but i can’t go home with my eye looking like this my mom would freak out,” Luke explained, grabbing a hand mirror from out the drawer and looking at his eye. “It doesn’t seem that bad right?” he questioned, looking at your innocently. Luke’s bottom lip was poked out in a pout . You mimicked his pout and grabbed the makeup bag from out his hands.

“Is that why you were looking through my makeup? For concealer.” you said, “You know I don’t have anything to match your skin tone, but lucky for you my friend left some of her makeup here.” You tossed your makeup bag on the counter and opened one of the drawers. Luke’s legs parted to allow you to step between them. You tilted his head back and uncapped the concealer. “Close your eyes for me,” you instructed, squirting the cream out onto the side of your hand. Luke closed his eyes and soon felt the coolness of the concealer on his skin. “So why did you get into a fight?” you asked, beginning to smooth the makeup under his eye. 

“Uh some dude was talking shit to me and the guys which was no big deal, but then he started to talk about you and I couldn’t have that,” Luke said, opening his eye to give you a wink. You stopped rubbing the cream under his eye and gave him a small glare.

“Do you want me to put this in your eye,” you sighed. Luke shook his head then closed his eyes again. You continued to cover up his eye and finally tossed the makeup back into the drawer. “Okay I’ve finished,” you said, handing over the hand mirror. Luke stared at his reflection for a minute and then smiled. 

“Thank you baby this looks gre-did you put highlighter on me!?!” Luke shouted, looking at you bewilderingly. You stood back and grinned at him. “Y/N that’s not cool I just needed my eye covered,” he whined, quickly following after you once you had ran away. “I can’t walk around with highlight on my face! I got a rep to protect!”   

Title: Good Enough

Warnings: None

Request: Could I request a charlie mcavoy one where he’s all sad abt being eliminated so he just breaks down and cries when he watches highlights from that match and u tell him it’ll be OK but he still had doubts because he doesn’t know if he’s good enough for the nhl.. I need angst lol!! Thank you😊😊

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When you looked into the living room, you saw Charlie looking disgruntled on the sofa. You sighed, realizing he was watching highlights from the game. Your eyes fell back down to your book, waiting for Charlie to get tired enough to come to bed with you. Hearing the TV click off, you stood up, noticing Charlie was no longer in the living room.

Your heart broke when you looked through the glass door out to the balcony, Charlie’s shuddering frame in clear view, illuminated against the night sky by the light left on in the living room. Earlier, he had asked to be alone and you wanted to respect his wishes, but fuck. Walking quickly outside you moved to sit beside him on the loveseat, wrapping your arms around him. He turned to you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, tears continuing to fall. One hand immediately tangled in his hair, the other traced reassuring lines up and down his back.

In all your time knowing Charlie, you had never seen this side of him, and to be honest, it scared you. “Charlie, what’s wrong?” you whispered into his hair, breathing in the scent of his shampoo. He shook his head, unable to speak. Lost as to what you could do for him, you did they only thing you could, you held him.

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Once Leo has all of his things packed, they both head downstairs and make their way out of Cecilia’s house. Melody doesn’t turn around from her place on the sofa in the living room and Leo is saddened when she doesn’t return his wave.

Leo: “I’ll see you soon, Mum! I love you! Byeeee!”

Aubree wraps an arm around Leo’s shoulders and guides him in front of her as he skips out of the front door ahead of her. She looks back over her shoulder and feels her blood boil as Cecilia flashes her a wicked smile.

Aubree will win Melody back, but she needs to focus on Leo first. She vows to come back here one day and enjoy the expression on Cecilia’s face when she whisks her wife out of the house and away from all of her oppressive control!

rasticoresbride  asked:

Can you please do promote 48 as a jennstar if you don't mind by the way I love your writing it makes me happy after I've had a crap day

Awww! Of course I can! And thank you so much for all your sweet words, I really liked writing it! I’m glad my writing helps cheer you up, and I hope you have a better day tomorrow!

48- “You make me want things I can’t have”


“I said I don’t want to hang out! Just leave me alone!” Janna groaned, slamming the door in the face of Star. Star just stood there for a minute before sniffling and bursting into tears, running home.

“MARCO!” Star cried out, running in the door. Marco looked up from the couch and Star threw herself in her friend’s hug. “Janna was just so mean! She was so mean AGAIN!” Star sobbed. Marco held his friend close and hushed her.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Marco assured. “I know, I know.” He comforted her as she blubbered out the events of the day. And how Janna kept ignoring her and telling her to leave. “Did you ever think that maybe… she just doesn’t like you that way?” Marco asked.

“Me and Janna have always been such good friends though!” Star cried. “And-and you said she seemed like she liked me… but as soon as I told her I liked her she just got really distant and now she doesn’t want to even see me! I ruined everything!” Star sobbed.

“Hey, hey. Cheer up, Star.” Marco smiled. Star pouted and wiped away her tears, before huffing and marching up the stairs.

“I don’t wanna cheer up!” She mumbled. “This is just like the Oskar-Phone-Call situation all over again.” She muttered before slamming the door to her room. She then open it back up, “Only this is a million times worse!” Star screamed. Marco sighed and rubbed the back of his head before taking out his phone and dialing Janna.

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“She’s just been up there sobbing!” Marco seethed, as the girl made it to his house. Janna sighed and rubbed the back of her head.

“I… I didn’t want to hurt her like this I just…” Janna trailed off.

“Well I don’t care! You don’t have to like her, but you have to be nice!” Marco bit. ‘She never did anything to you.” He added.

“I know that! And I do like her you moron!” Janna hissed. Marco turned around. “That’s why I… that’s the problem! I DO like Star, but I… She’s upstairs?” Janna asked. Marco nodded and she pushed past him, running up the steps to Star’s room. Janna knocked on the door, but when there was no answer she let herself in. “Hey Superstar? You in here?” Janna asked.

“Go away.” Star grumbled, pouting on the bed.

“Star… I’m sorry I was so mean to you.” Janna sighed, sitting down next to her. “I didn’t mean to hurt you… I just meant to drive you away.” Janna explained.

“How is that any better!?” Star snapped. Janna groaned and threw her face in her hands.

“Because I had to get you away from me!” Janna cried. She then stopped when she heard what she had said. “No, wait, I didn’t mean it like that.” Janna ran her fingers through her hair. “It’s just… you make me want things I can’t have.” Janna sighed.

“Want things? Things like what?” Star asked, scooting closer.

“Things like you, Star!” Janna cried, jumping up. Star fell back. “Of course I like you, dummy! Have you seen yourself? You’re cute and funny and adventurous… but… that’s why I can’t… you’re a princess Star.” Janna continued.

“And you’re a sophomore.” Star continued. Janna shook her head.

“Yeah… that’s the whole point. I can’t get a girl like you! You’re gonna go on a date with me and then realize you belong with another prince or princess, and I’m… not.” Janna sighed. “I’m not as great as you are, and you deserve better.” She explained. Janna just sat on the bed with a bummed expression for a while until she felt a set of arms wrap around her.

“Oh Janna.” Star mumbled. She then pulled away and looked the girl in the face. “Did you really mean what you just said? You like me?” Star asked. Janna nodded and gave Star a hug, letting the Mewni girl hold her.

“I like you so much Star… I’ve liked you for a long time. But you deserve better.” Janna explained again. Star then smiled and got a little idea, pulling away and giving Janna curious yet sly look.

“Well then… you won’t date me because I’m a princess? And you think a princess deserves better?” Star asked. Janna nodded. “Well I think, a princess should get whatever she wants. Don’t you?” Star asked, standing up and grinning bigger.

“I know I think so.” Janna smiled a little, picking up on Star’s little game.

“Well then! As the princess of Mewni, I DEMAND, that you Janna, let me give you a chance. And let us try and be happy together.” Star tried, smiling a bit nervously. Janna let a smile cross her face and she pulled Star down to give her a fast kiss, causing her hearts to light up a brighter pink.

“How could I ever say no to a princess?” Janna asked, before dipping Star down like they were dancing and giving her another, deeper kiss.

I want to live in the mountains, or near the mountains

I miss looking out my back door and being humbled by the sheer size and majesty of a mountain range. I want it back

also snow in the winters. want that back too

She May Be The Most Unstoppable Scientist In The World

Two years ago, Eqbal Dauqan was going to work in the morning as usual. She’s a biochemistry professor. And was driving on the freeway, when suddenly: “I felt something hit my car, but I didn’t know what it was because I was driving very fast,” she says.

Dauqan reached the parking lot. Got out of the car and looked at the door. What she saw left her speechless.

“A bullet hit the car, just on the door,” she says.

The door had stopped the bullet. And Dauqan was OK. She has no idea where the bullet came from. But it turned out to be an ominous sign of what was to come.

“In college, I would tell my friends that I wanted to pursue a Ph.D., and they would chuckle and ridicule the idea,” says Eqbal Dauqan, who is an assistant professor at the University Kebangsaan Malaysia at age 36. Born and raised in Yemen, Dauqan credits her “naughty” spirit for her success in a male-dominated culture. Sanjit Das for NPR

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I KNEW THIS MOMENT IN WILD SPACE REMINDED ME OF SOMETHING.

The minute OMG OBI-WAN’S HERE AND I NEED TO TALK TO HIM happens, Anakin LITERALLY RUNS OUT OF THE ROOM, even twenty years later, he’s still doing it as Vader.  OBI-WAN SHOWS UP AND *WHOOSH* HE’S OUT THE DOOR and everyone just gets the fuck out of the way.

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Men of Reddit, what innocent behaviors have you changed out of fear you might be accused of wrong doing? • r/AskReddit
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Just a short selection of comments I found. It seems men can’t seem to get away from being called pedos and perverts.

Sticking to myself at shopping centers.

I’m a tall(6'3), bearded man who grew up in a small town of about 800. So I grew up holding the door for anyone, saying have a nice day or howdy everywhere I go, and help anyone with anything if they need it. It’s just how I was raised.

One day I was headed to my girlfriends house and decided to stop at Walmart to grab some snacks on the way down. I was 20 years old at the time, but for as big as I am and the beard you could confuse me for 25-30. Anyhow, I was standing in the chip isle and noticed a little girl no older than 5 wandering around looking frightened, so I walked over and said are you lost? And she just kept saying “ mommy ” so instantly trying to do the right thing I thought to take her to the cashier so she may call over the loud speaker and call for her mother. As I walked she held her hand up to hold mine and I thought nothing of it, being as I was only doing the logical thing. Next thing I know the mother runs up to me screaming and snatching her daughter up, calling me a kidnapper and threatening to call the police. I tried explaining the situation and where I was trying to take her, unfortunately she was an uneducated moron and at that point I got a little heated and decided to tell her to maybe not let her child run off next time. Moral of the story, I tried to do the right thing not even thinking about how it would look for a bearded man to be walking with your little girl, even though they shouldn’t of been left alone, but it’s definitely something I’ll never do again.

When shopping with my wife and she wants to try stuff on I just have her text me pictures of her outfits if she wants my opinion.

We were at Macy’s a few months ago and I was just patiently waiting outside the dressing room waiting for my wife and she would open the door and step out to get my opinion.

I was just looking at my phone and minding my own business when I notice people walking up to me. A middle aged woman had gotten a manager and she had brought a security official of some type and asked me to leave or they would be forced to call the police.

It was super embarrassing and now I feel super self-conscious when shopping with my wife.

I stopped going to the playground with my niece. She loves it when I’m there with her. Going on slides with her or pushing her swing. But according to the mother’s there and the old ladies its creepy for a man to go there, even with my niece.

At first I didn’t care, I just ignored them. But some even went as far to ask my niece who’s only 3 if I was her father and other inappropriate things. Even got the cops called on me twice and after explaining the situation and having to go as far as having to get my sister down there, they left. But I’m still a creep to the woman’s eyes. I don’t talk to the other kids, I say Hi back and answer them if they ask something.

But… I just don’t understand.

I’ve been getting driving lessons recently and after the first one the instructor dropped me off and when we were organising new lessons we just said we would meet at the same place. It’s outside a school.

We probably met there about 10 times at various parts of the day in a car with massive “Driver Learning School” stickers all over it.

A woman came up to me yesterday as told me how it was wierd that two men met there and how people were talking and how there were “weirdos” about who people thought were selling drugs and how we wouldn’t want anyone thinking we were “weirdos”.

I’m a large dude. I seem to get more scared of this at work.

I’ve been told I’m intimidating in meetings. I pay close attention to my tone and body language now.

I stare at the elevator doors with my headphones on, especially when a lady gets on.

When the kids charity uses our offices for events every few weeks, I go to a different floor to use a private bathroom so I’m not alone in a public bathroom with any kids.

I volunteer at cub scouts. No parent or scoutmaster (predominantly male) is allowed to take the children anywhere alone. Not even to let them play in the gym after the pack meeting.

A female colleague was leaving the company. I offered a handshake. She asked for a hug (which I gave). I told her that in a company with 60% women, you never assume a hug. She nodded and said ‘Fair point.’

I have a bad back. I asked for a place to lay down occasionally during the day for short periods of time. They told me to use the 'wellness room’. Which is built for and decorated for nursing moms. And it’s outside the women’s bathroom. I told them a 6'4" dude with a beard laying on the floor outside the women’s bathroom is not a good look. They agreed. I lay on the cold tile of the handicapped bathroom now.

All it takes is an accusation, even if wholly unfounded. The conversation will always be there. I make sure I don’t even put myself in that situation.

anonymous asked:

So apparently, baby ducks can imprint. How what would happen is that one day Derek just walks into Deaton's clinic with about ten baby ducks in his arms, which had been following him around all day since they decided for some reason that he is their mom and refused to let him out of their sight .

Derek totally didn’t name them, but, “I think Patrice has abandonment issues.” 

“Abandonment issues?” Deaton asked, blinking, and then “Patrice?” 

Derek just glared, averting his gaze. Alright, so he had named him. But only because it made them easier to tell apart. “Yes,” he gritted through his teeth, holding out the baby ducks for Deaton to take. “I can’t look after them. So here, you have to take them.” 

Deaton shook his head. “I think you’re doing just fine, Derek,” he said in a way that could either mean ‘fuck off’ or ‘these ducklings are part of some bigger plan that I’m not going to tell you about’ and then walked away. Just like that. 

The bastard.

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Later that evening, Stiles came home to find Derek….and several ducklings on his bed. 

“Please tell me that’s not the pack,” was the first thing he said, panicked that he wasn’t feeling just as panicked about that scenario as he should be. He wasn’t going to lie and say the thought of Jackson being turned into a baby duck didn’t amuse him. 

Greatly.

“No, it’s not the pack,” Derek answered, rolling his eyes, letting one crawl into his hands. “I think….” he frowned. “I don’t think they have…parents.”

“Oh?” Stiles asked, carefully watching Derek’s face. 

“Yeah, “ Derek nodded, all serious and utterly adorable. “And….I don’t know what to do.”  It was hard to read Derek most of the time, but Stiles thought he was getting better at it and this was definitely Derek speak for: ‘I found these baby animals and now I am scared I’m going to hurt them because I don’t have the best track record. SOS, send help, I am a tragic, brooding, beautiful mess’.

Okay, so maybe not the last part. But Stiles was definitely on to Derek.

Derek looked up at Stiles then, as if reading his thoughts, like Stiles had all the answers to the universe. Usually, Stiles was flattered when Derek came to him for help. Well, not flattered, per se. Smug. Smug was the word he’d use. He liked being smug around Derek, his own personal fucked up foreplay. But right now, something different was tingling in the pit of his stomach. He felt warm, and maybe just a little bit helpless. He wasn’t sure if it was a feeling he necessarily liked. 

“Well, how about we start with a pond?” he suggested, leaning back against his bedroom door, resisting the urge to grab his phone and snap a picture.

“A pond?” Derek’s eyebrows shot up. “You mean, like, build a pond?” He started shaking his head, like the thought terrified him. 

Silly, beautiful wolf.

Stiles shrugged. “Why not? You have the money, don’t you? Plus, I think they like you.” He winked and Derek flushed, right to the tips of his ears. Stiles laughed.

“Come on, sourwolf,” he grinned, shaking his head, picking up his backpack from where he had dumped it on the floor. “Let’s go make us a home.” 

~

“It’s your turn to feed them,” Stiles groaned, turning in Derek’s arms. He swore he could hear the ducks already quacking impatiently. “Please, babe, I’ll do anything if I don’t have to get up right now. I’ll even blow you. Twice. It’s so waaaaaarm.” He stretched, like the lazy cat he was, and smiled all the way down to his toes. 

“Don’t call me ‘babe’,” was the only reply he received.

Stiles groaned again. “Sweetheart?” he tried, instead. “Honey? Chicken pot pie of my life?” 

For that, his Derek Hale shaped cover was snatched away from him. 

“What’s wrong with chicken pot pie???” he yelled, heart broken. Utterly, utterly heart broken. No, betrayed. Derek was mean. 

“Nothing, if you want to stay married to me, noodle.

Stiles grimaced. Okay, they’d work on their pet names for each other outside of sex later. They couldn’t just stick with ‘asshole’ - it was starting to lose its meaning when they fought. 

Shoving a pillow in Derek’s face, because when was that ever not satisfying, Stiles crawled to the side of the bed - and because he had no dignity - rolled out of it. “See if you get any sex when I get back,” he called over his shoulder, grabbing Derek’s boxers on the way out of the door.  

Derek only grinned when Stiles looked back, already falling back to sleep. 

Stiles refused to find it adorable. 

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At that moment, he realized seeing his two favorite people smile at the end of the day was his refuge. His safe haven. As long as he knew they were happy, he could endure the pain a little while longer. 

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Tom is your Tom problem.

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Cultural Appropriation is a real, important, and harmful thing, but god damn if it’s not one of the most recklessly abused terms in the social justice lexicon.

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Yes, Sir // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Collab With The One And Only @stilinski-jpeg

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Violence (like seriously some crazy shit goes down), Oral (69), Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Choking, and Swearing.

Word Count: 9,859 

Song: Young God by Halsey

A/N: Hey guys! Welcome to day 2 of #MitchWeek! Yes, this smut is completely inspired by that bathtub scene from the trailer. I came up with this idea and immediately told Nia about it to which she said and I quote “if you don’t write this, I will.” And so we decided to turn it into a collab! I hope you guys love how intense this is as much as we do. We really felt no need to hold back.

“I don’t need a babysitter.” Mitch snarled at Stan Hurley as the pair walked down the long hallway.

“If anyone needs a babysitter, it’s you.” Stan chuckled at his least favourite trainee’s expense.

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it’s 3 am. i’m watching the falsettos boot for the 500th time. suddenly, i hear knocking on my door. i pause the video and look over. the door opens and out comes andrew rannells. without saying anything, he runs over and shuts my laptop. i can’t even speak any words. he just says, “go watch falsettos in theaters. it’s much better quality than the bootlegs online. and it’s legal. so everyone wins.” before i can argue that it is only showing in north america, so actually not everyone wins, he gracefully exits in a head first dive out my window.

For My Eyes Only

Note: thanks for the request, darlin! I hope it’s not too short! feedback is welcome! .c

Request:  Can you do one where reader shows up to a ball very very beautiful in a high-fashion gown which attracts so much unwanted attention making fiance!Bucky irritated af?

Originally posted by lancefuckrr


Your hands flattened, running down your hips in your red ball gown. Tony had been planning a ball for the team, something he set his sight on after months of non-stop missions. You’d rather get cozy and watch movies with the team, but Tony likes to go above and beyond. You grew to accept his need for parties when he was feeling too anxious. It was his way of winding down and feeling like he was on solid ground again.

A soft sigh fell from your lips as you finished styling your hair and you took a look in the mirror once again. You were nervous to wear such a bold dress. The sleeves and chest area was a floral lace material, with a puffed out waist, cascading down to the floor.

Red was definitely your color, you never failed to look good in it. It also helped that it was one of Bucky’s favorite colors on you. It took you ages to find the perfect dress, and when your eyes landed on this, you knew it was the one you’d be wearing.

Your eyes fell to the shiny diamond ring on your left finger and your stomach fluttered happily. You’ve been engaged to Bucky for a year, having dated for three years prior to his amazing and beautiful proposal. You didn’t think Bucky could be anymore romantic-he was a sucker for sweet stuff-but a proposal at the first place you met was heartwarming.

A knock sounding at your door made you nearly jump out of your heels. “Coming!” You called out as you walked towards your bedroom door, careful not to trip over yourself. You opened it and smiled as you saw Nat and Wanda dressed to the nines with their hair perfectly styled and lips painted.

Nat was wearing a tight black dress and black heels, her hair loosely curled, framing her face in a flattering way. You knew she wasn’t one for going to the extremes with her dresses, and you couldn’t believe how subtle it was, all the while making her look like a queen at the same time.

Wanda wore a red dress that was similar to yours, rhinestones littering the chest area and it was sleeveless, and her hair was neatly straightened. Her heels were black, as well. You had to take it all in for a moment, appreciating the fine detail and of course, how beautiful she looked in it. Your friends were definitely heart breakers.

“Earth to Y/N?” Nat said, waving her hand in front of your face. You giggled and shook your head, coming or of your daze. “Sorry! You guys just look smoking hot!” You blushed and ushered them out into the hallway, shutting the door behind you.

Us? Look at you! You look gorgeous!” Wanda said with a wide smile, her teeth shining. You rolled your eyes playfully and walked down to the elevator.

“Thanks! I just can’t believe Tony would throw a ball.” You shook your head lightly as Nat pressed the up button on the elevator. “The man is rich, he would throw parties like this every night if he could.” Wanda muttered, making you and Nat laugh as you all entered the elevator.

The ride was short and you hooked arms with Nat and Wanda, walking down the hallway until you turned into the doors of Tony’s large dance room. He did not disappoint. Everything was decorated intricately and the music was actually good this time.

Nat scoffed and leaned into your side. “All eyes are on you, of course.” She mumbled with a smirk. Your eyebrows raised slightly and you turned to look at the crowd, seeing the eyes of men looking at you. 

Wanda giggled softly on your other side. “Don’t let Bucky know. That’s a disaster waiting to happen.” She said, laughing a little harder at your mortified expression. You groaned in annoyance and discomfort. 

Nat and Wanda separated from you after seeing their dates-Vision and Bruce- leaving you by the door. You didn’t mind, it gave you time to search for Bucky.

You scanned the dance floor, spotting Sam dancing with two women, twirling them both. His eyes lifted in your direction and you nearly doubled over in laughter as you watched him trip over his feet. 

You could see him faintly word ‘holy shit’ under his breath as he took in your appearance. The two women noticed his eyes on you and they stormed off, leaving Sam to follow after them like a lost puppy.

Your eyes left Sam and you spotted Tony at the bar with Steve and Bucky by his side. A smile formed on your lips as you made your way over there, your heart beating wildly in your chest. Though, as you were walking, you noticed the faint turn of heads, the sense that everyone was watching you creeping up your spine.

Swallowing the nervousness that bubbled in your lower belly, hoping you weren’t actually gaining the attention of every male in the room, you made it to the bar and leaned into Bucky’s arm. “Hey, stranger.” You murmured in his ear. He turned to you and instantly his mouth fell open.

“Doll, you look…” He was rendered speechless, his cheeks burning with blush as he looked at you. He swore you were straight from a fairy tale. The ring on your finger confirming his thoughts that you were really his. You giggled and stood away from him, spinning around so he could look at your dress.

Steve stood to his feet as you turned to face them again. He looked down at you, keeping you at arms length before hugging you. “Y/N, you look gorgeous!” Steve breathed, his blue eyes just as wide as Bucky’s. Tony turned to see what caught their attention after his sentence died down and he gasped upon seeing you.

Tony crossed over to you and grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his lips. “You look stunning.” He said with a smile, kissing the back of your hand. You couldn’t help but blush, easily flustered at any compliment. Bucky scoffed and shoved Tony out of the way. His arm wrapped around your waist and he kissed your head.

“Watch yourself, Tony.” Bucky warned, pulling you closer. You giggled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. He smiled down at you and trailed his finger down your jawline. “She’s beautiful and for my eyes only.” He murmured to you, loud enough for the other two to hear. You hummed in response, smiling as Bucky kissed your nose.

“Sorry, but every man in here has his eyes on her.” Tony stated with a shrug. He always enjoyed getting a rise out of the super soldier. Bucky immediately stood up straighter, his head whipping around to look at the crowd. Tony was right. Nearly every man was looking your way. “Are you serious?” Bucky growled, his jaw clenching.

Bucky instantly wanted to get you out of there. His hold on you had gotten tighter and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Tony snickered at Bucky’s reaction. “You better keep her close, old man. One of these men won’t hesitate to take her away.” With a pat on Bucky’s shoulder, Tony left with a smug grin, leaving him a fuming mess.

“No man is going to steal you away from me.” Bucky said more so to himself than you. You gave him a reassuring smile. “I promise that won’t happen, Bucky.” He sighed heavily, his fingers digging into your side.

You looked out into the crowd and felt rather small after meeting eyes with a man, a slight smirk forming on his lips as he held onto another woman, completely oblivious to his wandering eyes. Steve scoffed and shook his head, having witnessed the action. “I can’t believe men act like this now.” He said, crossing his arms.

Before you knew it, a different man was walking over to the bar, his hand running through his slicked-back hair. You absentmindedly shrunk into Bucky’s side as he walked by you and he smirked down at you.

“Evening, beautiful.” He said with a deep voice, sending a knowing glance to Bucky, nearly challenging him. Your expression matched Steve’s: wide mouth, wide eyes, full of shock. Was he serious?

You felt Bucky start to move towards him, hearing a low growl rumble in his chest. “You fucking-” You gasped and pulled him away quickly, “No, Bucky, don’t.” You pleaded. Steve quickly helped you move Bucky away and left the man at the bar, keeping your eyes on Bucky’s shaking figure. 

“I’ve got him, Steve.” You said softly, watching Steve debate whether staying beside you two or enjoying his evening. He nodded gently and looked at Bucky before walking off, disappearing in the crowd.

“Let’s just dance. Don’t worry about it.” You said softly, caressing Bucky’s hand with your thumb. You pulled Bucky towards you and your ears perked as you heard “Burning Love” come on.

“Lord almighty, I feel my temperature risin’!”

A gasp fell from your lips and Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle softly at your reaction. The look on your face instantly calmed him. You were bubbling with laughter and your cheeks nearly split from how wide your smile was as the both of you fell in sync during the song. You had to admit, he hasn’t lost his rhythm.

As the song played through, you and Bucky never missed a beat. It felt perfect and you both had forgotten the unwanted attention from the men in the crowd. You were twirling and dancing around with Bucky, a smile permanently etched on your faces.

Just as the song was about to end, Bucky pulled you to his body, your hands resting on his chest as he dipped you.

You gasped and looked up into his eyes, slithering your arms around his neck. “What are you doing?” You asked, nearly breathless. Bucky leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, making your heart jump in your chest. It was full of passion and need, love and adoration.

Pulling away, Bucky stood you both upright again and you felt lightheaded from the kiss. “That.” He said with a bright smile. You shook your head as you giggled and rested your forehead on his chest, the next song slipping into a soft, slow melody.

Bucky kissed your head as you swayed back and forth. “I love you. You’re mine.” He whispered, his hand resting on the small of your back. You nodded and lifted your head up to look at him. “I’m yours. I love you too, fiance.” You said sweetly. Bucky blushed and lifted your hand to kiss the ring on your finger.

“I love the sound of that.”

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“Pizza Parker” (Prologue)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: In which a boy delivers pizza and a girl eats them.

“Pizza Parker” (Masterlist)

“Hi, this is Da Vinci’s Pizza. How may I help you?”

“Um, hi. I ordered a pizza about twenty minutes ago, and I was wondering where my pizza might be? Is it en route to my house? I live in 26 Garfield Lane, Apartment 21? It’s the Maguire Apartments.”

“Give me a second, let me check… 26 Garfield Lane… Ah, right here! Um… Uh oh.”

“Uh oh?”

“Erm, your pizza is right here. Next to me.”

“I don’t understand.”

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You Smell Like Cupcakes.

Request from anon: Can I request one where Bucky & his gf spend the night together the first time and he’s being super snuggley the morning after? He teases her cause she smells like cupcakes cause she owns the bakery where they first met. I love stories where he falls for an ordinary girl. They’re always so fluffy!

Bucky x Reader

Words: 1,535

Warnings: None really. There is implied smut but none of it is written out.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Cupcakes.

They had never been the first thing on Bucky’s mind and given the choice between them and some fresh fruit from the market he would be happy to admit that he was much more likely to go for the latter rather than the former. However that all seemed to change the day he had been forcefully dragged into a bakery by Steve.

He seriously needed to show that punk what ‘a fun outing’ should consist of because in normal society that definitely wasn’t it.

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