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To those who wish us harm

My city is alive,
and you may not have its joy.
Batter it with ugliness,
it cannot not be destroyed.
You may not taint the palette
of its people with your hate;
Your lies have no religion,
and your murder has no race.
You will not terrorise us
(though in moments we are terrified).
We’ll mourn the dead
Then forge ahead.
My city is alive.


Victuuri Week Day 6: Soulmate AU!

“After completely flopping the Grand Prix Finals, Yuuri never expected his world to bloom with colours, but it did.”

astrological movie masterpost


any genre film based on sun/moon 

aries sun/moon: “boyhood” (growing up and all the rash and/or unwise decisions that come with that. competitive upbringing)  “the aviator” (a frenzied soul who fakes it till ya make it. big dreams, a big persona, and a pioneer to an industry but deeply troubled behind it all), “the wolf of wall street” (honestly this movie was so fast-paced and mad that i could only take it in small doses. everyone is selfish and turns on a dime) 

taurus sun/moon: “the grand budapest hotel” (a film rich in aesthetic. a hotel owner who is a professional lush sets out on an adventure as he is being pegged for murder. a tale of paintings, pastries, and paramour), “big stone gap” (excessive family. stubborn and perseverant. a bit apprehensive of change)“today’s special” (a chef gets back to his roots and has to learn why he was passionate about food in the first place and how to savor every second) 

gemini sun/moon: “ferris bueller’s day off” (witty and incredibly adaptable. can make friends with anyone, anywhere. being childlike and curious, enjoying the little things), “black swan” (ambiguous film where you don’t know what to believe), “the truman show” (his whole life has been unknowingly documented. everyone is just playing a role. media manipulations)  

cancer sun/moon: “take care” (feeling like an inconvenience. wanting to be taken care of. guilt trips), “lymelife” (putting family and ‘home’ into perspective. awkward, at times endearing, a bit hectic), “high fidelity” (old fashioned guy. stuck in the past wondering where it went wrong), “the other woman (2009)” (learning to be a mother. the emotional rollercoaster of trying to love and be loved) 

leo sun/moon: “confessions of a teenage drama queen” (i mean…do i even need to explain this lmao), “beaches” (pride and loyalty. learning to love without having to be the only one receiving love), “anywhere but here” (self-centered mother who wants her to be a star. fixed opinions but is powerful & warm)“grease” (good girl, bad boy. popular. all love their hair lol)

virgo sun/moon: “beyond the lights” (never feeling good enough. a mother who compulsively criticizes her. the theme of ~what happens behind the scenes~ and going back to the basics)“short term 12″ (wants to service everyone else but forgets about themselves), “the intern” (an observant elderly man is methodized and eager to work, always there for advice & support), “as good as it gets” (a bitter man who struggles with OCD overcoming his fears and unleashing his compassionate side)

libra sun/moon: “legally blonde” (a bit superficial. values doing the right thing. people think she’s air-headed but is actually more ‘in the know’ than given credit for)“can’t buy me love” (getting caught up in the popular crowd. pretending to be something you’re not), “he’s just not that into you” (most confusing movie ever. literally nobody can make up their mind lmao) 

scorpio sun/moon: “st. elmo’s fire” (this film has literally everything scorpio and/or related (8th house) in it; secrets, betrayal, intimacy, transforming, debt, etc), “stealing beauty” (uncovering mysteries, forbidden affairs, paranoia. a taboo film), “lila & eve” (crime drama. goes to show just how far two resentful mothers will go)

sagittarius sun/moon: “bruce almighty” (humorous. has the theme of ‘luck’ and ‘higher power’) “away we go” (redefining what ‘home’ means. traveling across the country, new experiences, lots of bad jokes) “funny face” (an amateur philosopher has strong opinions for the modeling industry, wants nothing more than to travel for lectures), “good will hunting” (a genius and self-righteously so but doesn’t know how to truly appreciate life) 

capricorn sun/moon: “uptown girls” (learning to adult from a surprisingly mature child. a mother who is too concerned with her career to pay attention to her daughter), “the pursuit of happyness” (suffering hardships, feeling down & out as he climbs his way up the totem pole. a tale of being a father being able to provide), “the devil wears prada” (another tale of climbing your way to the top, along with the cost of it)

aquarius sun/moon: “scott pilgrim vs the world” (not your average film, includes an alternate dimension. has its technological, futuristic quirks. becoming superior to the rest and standing out in the process), “mona lisa smile” (50′s women gaining new perspective from a ‘subversive’ professor), “the martian” (innovative, humorously noble, feeling castaway, ‘space pirate’) 

pisces sun/moon: “the imaginarium of doctor parnassus” (a fantasy world with a damsel in distress but everything isn’t as it seems),  “because i said so” (milly is bright-eyed and a bit hopeless. her mother pays favor to her. always ends up doing what other people want because although she is highly spirited, she can be a pushover), “amelie” (imagination, imagination, imagination. sets out to help others by being a bit manipulative in the process), “big fish” (reality vs fantasy. idealized & exaggerated upbringing)

romance films based on venus 

aries venus: “10 things i hate about you” “she’s all that” (both films show they can treat romance as a competition but once they are in love, will do whatever they can to keep it alive), “two night stand” (hasty romance. lessons of ‘rushing’. a candor appreciation for another), “beginners” (being honest with yourself. ‘a movie with an unflinchingly tough heart.’)

taurus venus: “dirty dancing” (stubborn, sensual, and learning to position yourself securely lol), “the great gatbsy” (wealth. everyone indulges themselves, goes overboard out of love), “happily ever after” (sudden yearning for stability, excessive in more ways than one) 

gemini venus: “save the date” (a girl who is scared of commitment. covers up her fear with humor. ‘word vomit’ through the whole movie lol. works at a bookstore. has a sister dynamic in the film of the one who is a bit silly & immature and the one who acts like she knows everything), “how to lose a guy in 10 days” (a two faced romance. lighthearted mind games and calling each others bluff), “garden state” (a lost fella falls for a quirky compulsive liar. a surprisingly intelligent and outlandish film) 

cancer venus: “closer” (kind of shows more unhealthy traits of this placement but shows they just want to be in comfort with you but can guilt trip people and ask for reassurance where its not needed), “a walk to remember” (two lovers jaded in their own right find love. trying to protect one another from getting hurt and hurt each other in the process), “brooklyn” (building a life together. choosing between a lover at home or a home within a lover) 

leo venus: “elvis and anabelle” (a radiant beauty queen has a near-death experience that alters her way of existing. brings a boy out of his shell through theatrics and love), “take this waltz” (she meets a man and starts rethinking her own loving marriage, does she want more? demanding, bold, and has a childishness to it), “anomalisa” (uplifting one another, making each other feel extraordinary) 

virgo venus: “people places things” (a man of many standards and subsequently hypercritical in the name of love), “me before you” (taking care of another. breaking free from routine), “when harry met sally” (constant challenging of standards. loving the little things), “enough said” (looking beyond imperfections. practically endearing) 

libra venus: “hitch” (got his heartbroken. now runs a business as a ‘love doctor’ where he gives men the push to pursue love through setting a meet-cue. but when he falls for a girl he has no idea what to do), “alfie” (a womanizer who refuses to be seen as a regular person who experiences the everyday woes that we all do. says he’s ‘always okay’), “27 dresses” (jane is a ‘more’ evolved version of this venus. loves love, is a major people pleaser. her sister on other hand pretends to be whatever her partner wants, is a major socialite) 

scorpio venus: “love actually” (falling for what you can’t have and having difficulty expressing it), “no kiss list” (liking someone you can’t have and making that person feel like you can’t like anyone other than them), “chasing amy” (obsessive. sabotaging a relationship out of fear), “a dangerous method” (a forbidden and intoxicating affair with a patient), “last night” (temptation and affairs) 

sagittarius venus: “begin again” (greta is independent, blunt, and spontaneous. teaches dan and his daughter a few important lessons. love is a learning experience), “definitely, maybe” (flashbacks to 3 romances, all with women who either write, travel, and/or simply free-spirited. habits of running away. being judgemental of how to live life. expanding horizons. shamelessly honest), “they came together” (clumsy, a straight up mess. light-hearted. mocks romance films) 

capricorn venus: “timer” (doesn’t see the point of a relationship if they aren’t ‘guaranteed’. uses a timer to tell you when you’ll find your soul mate)“meet my valentine” (a family man who finds out he’s terminally ill is determined to find a loving provider to replace him), “before sunset” (an assertive romance, at times a bit cynical, but cheeky and loving) 

aquarius venus: “friends with benefits” “no strings attached” “sleeping with other people” (all the couples in the films were meant to keep things casual but got messy in the process), “frequencies- oxv: the manual” (s/o to @astr-logy for the recommendation! a film about being outcasted, breaking the world & love down to an equation, feelings of not feeling) 

pisces venus: “500 days of summer” (tom is a prime example of the idealization and fantasy romance that can come with this placement), “practical magic” (loves unconditionally but there is a tragic twist. two sisters - one who has a homemaker persona and one devastatingly bored of the mundane), “listen to your heart” (a deaf girl, who is a bit of a damsel in distress as her parents crush her dreams, and an amateur piano composer find inspirational love) 

romance films based on venus in the houses

venus in fire house (1st, 5th, 9th): “50 first dates”“the holiday”, “deadpool” (a stretch? no), “before we go”

venus in earth house (2nd, 6th, 10th): “everything before us”, “friends with money”, “chocolat”

venus in air house (3rd, 7th, 11th): “celeste & jesse forever”, “nick and norah’s infinite playlist”, “her”, “the beauty inside” 

venus in water house (4th, 8th, 12th): “the time traveler’s wife”, “eternal sunshine of the spotless mind”“stuck in love”, “candy”, “comet”

action/drama films based on mars

aries mars: “death proof” (daredevil central. going toe-to-toe with a killer), “crank” (a film literally about keeping your heart rate up. will die without an adrenaline rush), “spring breakers” (living in the moment. playfully deviant and childishly so), “the challenger” (learning to fight for what’s worth it; choosing your battles) 

taurus mars: “matilda” (all the antagonists were greedy slobs who put themselves on a pedestal by making everyone else feel inferior), “the shawshank redemption” (avoids conflict, plays his hand slowly, no stranger to money), “american hustle” (luxuriating in ‘sin’, glorifying the hustle, high-resistance characters) 

gemini mars: “pirates of the caribbean” (jack sparrow is a character that’s easy to be allured to but difficult to trust. never seems to be who he appears and covers everything up with slurred antics), “seven psychopaths” (comical murder film where even has a darker or lighter side than you thought), “the prestige” (two illusionists go head to head to out-trick another. the huge secret of ‘duality’) 

cancer mars: “punch-drunk love” (stereotypical ‘nice’ guy with a lot of problems and insecurities. falls into a weird blackmail ploy), “mad max: fury road” (emotionally raw. recklessly protective. driven by the familial and home), “mr nobody” (recounting of memories. driven by pure emotion) 

leo mars: “hot rod” (acts like a big shot, always attempting to prove himself worthy), “guardians of the galaxy” (everyone has a major ego and wants to show off. music reminds me of the 80′s which reminds me of hair which is leo lmao), “frank” (i feel like many would believe this to be a more aquarius film with its long-standing reputation of being one of the most unconventional films of all time but the film is about fame, how to get there, how to stand out, and being histrionic in the making) 

virgo mars: “pay it forward” (actions geared toward helping others, insecurities and not wanting others to feel sorry, a need for efficiency), “captain america: the first avenger” (modest, just wants to contribute. high energy, lots of stamina ‘i could do this all day’), “cyberbully” (theme of words cutting deeper than you’d think) 

libra mars: “mean girls” (acts nice & unassuming only to better manipulate a situation), “gangster squad” (puts justice into their own hands. has people in pocket and knows how to work a room to use people to one’s disposal), “v for vendetta” (another film of putting justice into your own hands. created a tragic scenario to trick evey into learning no matter what one goes through, the right thing to do is the only appropriate way to live)

scorpio mars: “heathers” (conniving & hypocritical. veronica isn’t a saint herself but disproves of people who are cruel and sets out to teach them a lesson), “mr & mrs smith” (secretive. both know they’re spies but never tell each other & don’t feel neither has the right to be; in the same field of work but criticize each other for it), “django unchained” (rescue and revenge. will exploit anything or murder anyone to get back to his lover)

sagittarius mars: “maidentrip” (a young adventuress sails across the world)“artifact” (documentary film giving insight into the truth of the music industry. pretentious, pseudo-intellectuals), “the believer” (heavily controversial film. audacious in the name of beliefs and what one believes to hold verity) 

capricorn mars: “erin brockovich” (a relentless environmental activist sets out a case against a gas company where their supplies have left residents fatally ill. demands respect), “whiplash” (pushes limits beyond limits. ambitious to the core and seeks to achieve aspirations continuously), “american psycho” (a successful banker has an alter, killer ego who relishes in all that he does & ‘achieves’)

aquarius mars: “the big lebowski” (acts above violence and just says ‘fuck it’ to everything), “equilibrium” (feelings are literally outlawed but an enforcer soon falls victim to rebellion), “terminator” (a cyborg on a mission. a young boy fighting against the technologically advanced) 

pisces mars: “snowpiercer” (sacrifice, clairvoyance, spiritualism. as pete travers said, ‘a slambam sci-fi thriller with a brain, a heart and an artful sense of purpose’), “fight club” (gasp. shocking it isn’t aries mars, right? the story is about a man wanting to escape his everyday life, has an addictive personality, and finds himself immersed in this extracurricular activity), “philomena” & “of mind and music” (one defines true forgiveness. looking past all the tragedy and finding the beauty)
Republicans Go Nuclear So They Can Push Through Trump’s Supreme Court Nominee
After Senate Democrats successfully filibustered Judge Neil Gorsuch's nomination, Republicans changed the rules on Thursday, making Gorsuch’s confirmation all but certain.
By Emma Loop, Zoe Tillman

Senate Republicans on Thursday ended the Democratic filibuster of US Supreme Court nominee Neil Gorsuch by changing the Senate’s rules for voting on those nominees.

The move — known as the “nuclear option” — makes it all but certain that President Donald Trump’s first high court nominee will be confirmed by the weekend.

Gorsuch’s nomination will now proceed to a final vote by the Senate on Friday, where the Republican majority is expected to confirm him — a significant win for the Trump administration that will resonate for decades not only on the Supreme Court, but in the Senate as well.

Democrats filibustered the nomination on Thursday morning, defeating a motion to end debate, known as cloture. After the failed cloture vote, Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell initiated a series of procedural moves to change the interpretation of Senate rules about the number of votes needed to invoke cloture on Supreme Court nominations — from three-fifths of the Senate, or 60 votes, down to a simple majority.

Republicans voted 52-48 in favor of making the change, known as the “nuclear option” because it blows up long-standing Senate process.

The First and Last of Us

☇  childhood best friends au

genre: angst, fluff, implied smut

pairing: yoongi // you

word count: 7.1k

warnings: light, lightttt implied sexual themes but like barely anything. it’s like 0.001% of the story

Description: You have the privilege of having Min Yoongi be many of your firsts. But what you’ve learned to realize, is that your first will not always be your last.

Life is full of beautiful moments. From the way the first dawn rises, when the early morning sun just barely peeks a hello from behind the rolling mist covered mountains, to the sound of a baby’s first cry, cheeks a furious red and fresh into a new foreign, but perfectly imperfect world. But perhaps it is the first times that are the most special, one’s first steps, first words, first friend. And you had the privilege of having Min Yoongi be many of your firsts.

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Why Me? Part 2 (Reggie x Reader)

A/N: Sorry it’s short but it was always just a dabble so I didn’t plan on making it two parts. But I really liked how it turned out.

You leaned against Reggie’s car waiting for him to be done with football. Your anger was now fuel from what the girls had told you minutes before. Being alone for this little time made you rethink everything that had happened between the two of you over the course of the last few months. All of the hook ups and late night talks were now going to come to an end. It made you sad to think about but if Reggie was okay with this whole book thing you knew you couldn’t be with him. You weren’t going to be with a guy that thought girls were pretty little objects for them to use.

“Hey, didn’t know that we were hanging out today” Reggie said he walked up to his car.  He looked tired, sweat was still running down his forehead.

“We aren’t”

“Then why are you leaning against my car for?” He asked confused. If there was one thing about Reggie that he didn’t fully get was people’s emotions. He didn’t’ know how to read or express them. Anyone that walked by the two of you right now could tell that you were pissed but Reggie couldn’t.

“We need to talk”

“About? Can’t you come over later?” You rolled your eyes at him, he just couldn’t get it.

“NO! There’s isn’t going to be later Reggie. This” You said waving your hand between you both “Whatever this is, it’s over. It’s not going to happen again. I ain’t going to be that girl”

“What are you getting on with?” He asked as stood in front of you. His figure was way taller than yours but a height difference wasn’t going to stop you. “What do you mean by that girl”

“You don’t get” You yelled “I’m not going to be a toy, Reggie. I’m a person with feelings, not something you can use when you’re getting bored with your stupid life” Your face was clearly red from anger and tears weren’t falling like you thought they would. There were so many feelings inside of you right now you couldn’t explain. Anger was the only thing that you could seem to get out.

“What is wrong with you today? Why do you suddenly think I’m using you as a toy?” Reggie tempter was getting the best of him. You could tell by looking at you that he was getting sick of what you were saying. You just stared at him not speaking waiting to see if it would click in his head.

“So you going to tell me?” Reggie asked breaking the silence that fell between the two of you.

“The book Reggie. The playbook” The second it came out of your mouth you could see the look on Reggie’s face change. It went from annoyed to shocked.

“Where did you hear that?”

“Doesn’t matter Reggie but I hope your ready for what’s to come” With that you grabbed your bag off the ground and started to walk away with a smile on your face. Leaving Reggie standing there trying to process what just happened.


“Hey Guys” You said as you walked up along side of the girls.

“Hey Y/N” Betty greeted. “The guys were just called in so they all we do is wait.” 

Most of the student body was gathering into the hallway now, waiting to find out why most of the school star football players were called in. You smiled at the girls around knowing that things were about to change within the school now after what you guys had done. With the creek of the door from the office was sounded everyone looked up. One by one the boys walked out with the principal not far behind them. They all looked mad as they made their way through the crowd, glaring at you and the girls. But one face caught your attention, it was Reggie. He didn’t look mad like the others he looked relieved. He gave a small smile your way as he passed and you happily smiled back knowing that Reggie might be a bad guy but he knew what he did wrong.

Magnus groaned as the pop song he was currently using as a ring tone woke him from what had been a much needed deep sleep. He reached blindly for the phone, cursing as he knocked several items off of his night stand in the process.

“What?” He demanded, when he finally brought the phone to his ear. He rolled over in the bed and reached for Alexander. His fingers found cold sheets at the same time Caterina’s panicked voice filled his ears.

“Magnus, Madzie is missing.”

“What?” He sat upright in bed, his heart starting to beat faster. “What do you mean she’s missing?”

“She was here last night. I tucked her in to bed myself and made sure that she was asleep. But when I woke up this morning to check on her, she was gone.”

“Damn it,” Magnus got out of bed, nearly tripping over his own feet in his hurry to get to his closet. “Damn it, damn it, damn it.”

“Magnus, don’t panic-”

“Don’t panic! Caterina, there is powerful young warlock missing! One who, might I add, was used by Valentine to murder, kidnap, and do God knows what else. She is probably terrified and the Clave is probably searching for her. And you want me not to panic?!”

Caterina sighed., knowing that there was no use in arguing, especially when she agreed. “I’ll check down town. Call me if you find anything? ”

“Of course.” Magnus hung up. He heard ceramic clacking together in the kitchen and froze. Alec was not going to like this at all.

Magnus briefly considered not telling Alexander anything, but shoved the thought away. That wouldn’t be right. Alec cared very deeply for this child, he would want to help look for her. Magnus sighed and walked out of the bedroom, preparing himself for what he was going to have to say.


He stopped in his tracks as he took in the scene before him. Alexander was adding pancakes to a large stack on a platter on the counter. Madzie was sitting on one of the barstools, pouring a large quantity of syrup onto the pancacks on the plate in front of her. Alec looked at Magnus, then turned to Madzie.

“I need to talk Magnus for a minute, okay, Madzie? You eat your breakfast.”

The girl nodded and speared a piece of pancake with her fork before popping it into her mouth. Alec smiled at her before walking over to Magnus and pulling him into their room again.



“There’s a child in our kitchen.”


“Care to explain?” Alec ran a hand through his hair.

“Madzie had a nightmare last night. She told me that she was really scared and that she opened a portal to find me. She has no idea how she ended up here, in this apartment, since she’s never been here before. But she said that she knew she wanted me and that she knew the portal would get her to me. ”

“But my wards…”

“I don’t know, Mags. I think she’s more powerful than any of us ever thought.”

“What are we going to do?” Alec gave him a small smile.

“Magnus, I think you know already.”

Magnus blinked. Was Alec really saying what he thought he was? Did he want to take Madzie in, raise her, with Magnus?

“Are you sure?” Magnus asked.

“She’s very powerful,” Alec said again. “But she’s got no idea how to control herself yet. Who better to teach her than the High Warlock of Brooklyn himself? Plus, she needs people who care about her to raise her. I think we’re the best ones for that.”

Magnus pulled Alec in and kissed him deeply. Alec smiled against his mouth.

“This isn’t going to be easy,” Magnus warned him.

“I know,” Alec told him. “But it’s going to be worth it.”

Magnus hugged him tightly. All of the things he had wanted for so, so long were suddenly coming to him. A true love, a child, a place where he truly belonged.

“Let’s go take care of our daughter,” Magnus smiled.

He made a mental note to text Caterina after breakfast, as he and Alec walked back into the kitchen, hand in hand.

Imagine: First meeting Edward Nygma

Originally posted by m-enace

Requested by @taintedmarkerEdward Nygma x Reader: “Can you please write something with Edward ? He’s adorable :) and I love your writing ♡ Maybe something like he has to deal with a new Co worker taking miss kringles Job. And she gets his riddles or is just bubbly. Something that he doesn’t get" 

I hope you guys enjoy this, it took me a while to write i hope its good <3 my requests are open so feel free to drop by :)

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pairing; jimin x reader.

raiting; smut.

word count; 1k.

♡ i’m so sorry this took so long. i’ve been super busy and tired so i had zero motivations but i’m back bc bts festa is giving me enough energy to go back to my writings lmao hope u like it!

A reckless young girl. That’s exactly what you were. Jimin knew he was gonna get burned eventually but he loved playing with fire. The adrenaline of it was rather thrilling and exciting, and he was a grown up adult to know how bad he was risking his and your career, but he craved you so much he just couldn’t let you go.

This little adventure of yours had gotten the best of Jimin recently. You certainly look like the most innocent student ever when in class, with your round glasses resting on top of your nose bridge and your slender fingers writing down notes. You were smart enough to not make any weird eye contact with Jimin in school hours and he tried as well, he tried so hard, but he couldn’t not notice the way your skirt went a little too up your legs when sitting in a specific position.

You were Jimin’s biggest temptation and he wanted to sin so bad.

The pitching sound of the ringbell takes you a bit by surprise. You stretch your fingers a few times and give a massage to your numb hands. Long lectures were your least favorite and you always complained about that to your friends. They kept telling you to just change your class schedule if it was that bad, but your acting skills were now on point and you could always get away with a simple ‘I can take it for a few more months’.

Actually, you could take it for years if possible. The only thing that got you tied to that hell of a class was Jimin, and your friends didn’t have any clue of what was happening between the two of you. Even if they did you actually didn’t care at all, but you knew what speculations could do to people and you certainly you didn’t want them to think that your grades were so good because of your body.

It was true that everything started with you doing Jimin a little favor, but not in exchange of good grades. He was horny as fuck, you had a ridiculously big crush on him and well, were you really going to throw that opportunity out of the window?

“Are you coming? We’re getting some friday drinks”, you turn your head side to side and push your hair out of your face, flipping through the pages of your notebook before looking up at Nari, “I’ll see you guys other day, I think I’m going home”, Nari does a little pout and puts her hand on her hip, “You’re so boring”, you imitate her words mocking her voice and flip her off, stretching yourself on the chair, “You can look for another best friend if you want to”, you shrugged as if you didn’t care but Nari just laughs and messes your hair, “Have some rest, grandma”, you wave her goodbye and pretend to put your books on your backpack until she’s out of sight.

This is your new routine every friday after school. You always have a new excuse for your friends to either go anywhere without you or wait for you outside the school. Since they have no clue of what is going on, they never bother to ask you about it and just leave.

Jimin was there to witness your whole little act and couldn’t help but giggle the moment you waved at him from your place on the middle of the classroom, “Why don’t you just tell her? I’m sure she won’t mind at all”, you close your eyes and sigh, putting your hair up in a messy ponytail in the process, “She will question my capacities of having good grades and I don’t want her thinking I suck your dick so I can be a top student in your class”, Jimin laughs fully this time and stands up from his desk, walking over to you and slow and killing way, “So you’re saying you suck my dick for fun?” “I suck your dick because you like it”, those words are enough for Jimin’s member to twitch inside his black dress pants, “Well, that’s true. Then tell me”, he says, his voice dropping one octave or two, while looking right into your eyes with his stupid signature smirk that has you dripping wet in a second, “What is something I do that you like?”, once he’s close enough, he stands right in front of you in the small space between you and the table, with his hands in his pockets.

You can see the thirst in his eyes while they look down at you. You know Jimin is a sucker for foreplay so you put both hands right above his belt and slowly draw them up his stomach towards his chest, standing up in the process, “I like it when you kiss me. I like it when you touch every centimeter of my skin. I like it when you pull me by the waist and thrust harder into me”, at this point Jimin’s length is painfully growing inside his pants and how he wishes you give him that well deserved release sooner than later, “I also like it when you grab onto my ass and push me further to you while I’m riding you in your chair”, once you’ve reached the collar of his shirt, you take a good grip of his black slim tie, turn positions and push him down the chair you were sitting on before, “ or my chair, for that matter”, Jimin is now a breathing mess because even though his usually the dominant one in this weird relationship, he can’t help but feel breathless by just the idea of you taking full control.

Jimin wants to feel you. You may be less than a meter closer but for him it seems like a kilometer. At this distance, he can’t touch you enough. And he’s craving you insanely bad, for some odd reason. He’s one to maintain his chill whenever you are in this situation but there’s something about that specific evening that’s making him feel like he’s drowning in your beauty. He’s usually patient but right now, patience is what he cares about less. With a swift movement, he lifts your burgundy skirt with a hand and gets rid of his belt with the other, struggling with the zipper of his pants, “Slow it down cowboy, we have plenty of time”, but you actually don’t. Right after you say those words, your phone vibrates on top of the table and you’re able to easily read the text message that you just received.

‘We thought about going to that chicken place and decided to change plans. I see your car is still in the parking lot so I guess you’re still here?’

‘Anyway, we’re keeping you company in your house if you don’t mind’

‘Since I know you’re probably obsessing over your notes I’m coming to get you, my nerdy friend’

“She’s coming”, Jimin suddenly stops touching your bare legs when he notices how distressed you look, “Who’s coming”, he slightly complains when you take a step away from him, “Nari. She’s still here”, time is precious to you, he knows, you know it, everyone knows it, but you had him so badly wrapped around your finger that he blindly decided to play with your luck a little too much, “We have time”.

You change positions in an instant. Jimin is no longer sitting in the chair but standing and lifting you up with zero efforts, pushing softly on your shoulders. You take the sign and lay down on your back with both hands on top of your chest, feeling your heartbeat getting faster by the second. You’re so immersed in your worry for Nari catching you that you don’t even sense Jimin’s next actions.

Before you can even take a breath his pushing himself inside you, grabbing onto your covered hips to steady you. You’re speechless, so speechless of how good he makes you feel in a matter of seconds that you don’t make any noise, not even a gasp or a moan. Nothing. Your brain is not functioning correctly because he’s going too fast and you can’t concentrate in anything else. The pleasure is overwhelming and Jimin notices this, so he goes a bit farther and increases his pace even more. He’s a mess too, but you’re out of your limits.

It takes less than two minutes for you to reach your orgasm, Jimin following soon after. Since he knows you’re very responsible when it comes to taking your birth control he doesn’t bother on pulling out before he comes. He takes a moment right after, catching his breath along with you, still inside. Then you hear the clicking of heels far down the empty hall and that’s your queue to take a grip of yourselves. You are a total sex mess, and Nari is walking fast.

Before he goes back to his spot behind his desk, he rips a page of your notebook and gets cleans the cum that is running down your legs even after you fixed your underwear and skirt, “Intelligent choice, Park Jimin”, but you don’t have any tissues by hand so you guess it is quite a nice choice. You wouldn’t let him clean you with your sweater, not in a million a years.

The door slams open soon after Jimin sits on his chair. While he pretends to arrange some papers, you do your best to make yourself look like you’re struggling with your notes. Nari stays at the door for a few seconds before she walks over to you, sitting on the chair besides you, “Let’s go granny”, you look up at her and smile softly, trying to fake tiredness, “Let’s go”, you put all your things in your backpack and fix the chairs, following Nari’s fast steps. You’re about to exit the classroom without giving Jimin a second look when Nari stops in front of you and lifts her eyebrows with a mocking smirk on her face, “I strongly recommend aromatizing this place before you leave, Mr. Park. It smells like sweat and semen in here”, and with that she takes your hand in hers, laughing loudly. You feel a little bit numb because you definitely didn’t expect that to happen, but you’re still able to hear Jimin’s laugh behind you, causing a shit eating grin to appear on your face. You’re so whipped for Park Jimin, and he’s so whipped for you.


otherwise known as the 5 times Garrus Vakarian crushed on the Commander, and the 1 time he finally realized it. 

Glancing at her didn’t mean anything, right?

Because it was totally normal, or so he had told himself, to look at other people while they ate. He looked at Tali, looked at Samara, exchanged middle fingers with Jack, and looked – glanced – at Shepard. Took in her red hair and plump lips and rosy cheeks that were probably, most definitely, were very soft to touch and –

She shifted, and Garrus swallowed quickly through a piece of Levo steak that he hadn’t completely chewed through.

He choked a little, and shrugged off Tali’s concerned hand before lunging for the water.

And as he tossed back a glance, he saw her, from the corner of his eye, watching him, lips twisted up in now what he knew firsthand as a smirk.

He met her eyes. (Ignored his thudding heart.) Narrowed his own in a challenge.

But she merely looked away, so easily – because surely glancing at him didn’t mean anything, right?


The sound of a crash and a loud hiss of a very human swear caught his attention, if only because it was some ungodly hour in human standards, as he had learned being aboard a human ship for as long as he has. There was no mistaking the voice, too, and unlike her, Garrus was wide awake. So when Shepard stumbled into the mess with bedridden hair and drooping eyes, she only gave one look at him before she brushed past his shoulder.

Garrus merely tapped his fingers against the mug.

And so she began to affix herself with that human drug-disguised-as-liquid, Garrus couldn’t help it. He looked. Again.

He swore it was only because he wasn’t aware her fringe could really do that.

“Your hair,” he managed.

She only grumbled in response, before she brushed past him again – so close, it shot electricity down his spine – before collapsing into the chair opposite from her, blowing on that steaming, somewhat earthy smelling mug.

“It’s sticking up,” he continued, undeterred.

He watched as her eyes widened, and her hands abandon the mug to tug it back down into place. He knew the human tells of embarrassment – years of C Sec would do that to any officer – and yet he had never quite found the human thing of cheeks turning red, (blood, as it were) to be oddly endearing.

And when she wrestled her fringe to be normal again, and as she mumbled a half swear from lazy and half-asleep lips, Garrus found himself conflicted; almost wishing he hadn’t said something in the first place.


His fingers drummed against the railing, and honestly he didn’t know he was waiting for it. Didn’t realize the odd tranquility – relief? – that came with the familiar hiss and slide of the door behind him.

He flexed his fingers and turned, readying what he knew was a greeting that was a perfect blend of sarcastic, aloof, yet warm, and as he took a breath to unleash the line he’d been thinking of –

- the words died when he realized it was Joker.

The human raised an eyebrow. “Don’t look so disappointed.”

“I’m not-“ Garrus swallowed. “- Disappointed. Why are you back here anyways?” He said quickly. “Shouldn’t you be flying the ship?”

“Right?” Joker said. “You’d think that’s what a pilot should do. Hey,” he said suddenly. “Tell that to Shepard. Then maybe, just maybe, she’d let a human – who has flown several ships for her, by the way – actually do his job, instead of an AI.”

Garrus merely blinked as Joker scrunched his nose. It was an expression he didn’t typically see on Shepard, he thought, as his fingers resumed drumming the edge of the railing.

“Why don’t you tell her that yourself?” he said goodnaturedly, but the look that Joker gives him said so otherwise.

“You kidding? These days she’s only coming to see you.”

Garrus’s fingers froze.

“That’s why I came in here anyways, to get her to demand EDI to relinquish control back to me. And to tell her that imitating the Reapers isn’t funny. Well, it would be at the right times, but taking over the flying while parroting Assuming Direct Control isn’t really quality humour.”

And Joker was gone, but Garrus hadn’t been listening. He was still stuck on that first part, and truthfully he wouldn’t stop hearing those eight words over and over, on repeat, until the next day.


‘Business as usual’ was already a stretch when he was busting crimes daily with C-Sec; when it became the bandit attacks and wave after wave of firefights, though, Garrus never knew if he was in over his head.

But it was comforting to be lead by Shepard, who knew what she was doing, and he could follow her orders without feeling off.

In fact, it felt right.

He’d never really identified that before.

And the thought played in his mind, festering like a fire, and it’s not until a snipe that’s a little too close to his position than he would’ve liked shock him from his thoughts.

Shepard was holding the smoking pistol, too.

“Earth to Vakarian,” she barked over the comm. “Are you taking a nap?”

“No, Shepard,” he responded, and to prove it, he whipped out his rifle and began to scope out the next bandit to show their face.

“Well good,” her voice crackled into his ear. “Because they had a target on you, and you’re not allowed to hit the dust before-“


He couldn’t help it; his heart did an awkward flop and he has to bite his lip, turn up the volume of Fleet and Flotilla, to just maintain concentration.  

A sigh blew into his comm. “-Before the end of this mission.”


He watched as the bandit in his scope dropped clean with a splash of red; the shot rang out like a pleasant accompaniment to the soundtrack oozing into his ear.

Get a room,” was Miranda’s only addition.


Of all the crew, it was Samara’s expression that caught him off guard.

It wasn’t until the rest of them had filed out after their mission debrief, after Samara tapped him on the wrist as Grunt was the last to leave, Shepard in tow.

It was one simple word.


A cross between mortification and embarrassment shot through his spine, and at first he merely flanged in astonishment before he found his voice again. “Hea- no, I’m not eighteen Samara.”

The Justicar merely shrugged, and it was times like these that Garrus sincerely wished that, if they were to have one resident Asari on board, it should’ve been the younger one who would at least not be so upfront about it.

“My apologies,” she said, with no change in her voice at all. “I assumed. Humans and Turians are quite close in lifespans…”

He couldn’t help the involuntary flare of his mandibles as Garrus gawked. “Shepard isn’t eighteen either—“

But Samara merely gave a smile that was less reassuring and more chilling, and once again Garrus had no idea if the Asari was merely teasing or being completely serious.

“Well your voice shows it, you know?” She said conversationally. “I’ve met enough Turians in my lifetime to identify the sound. You may want to be more subtle though, especially around the crew.”

And then she was gone, or maybe Garrus was just standing there. Processing. Blanking.

What did she even mean?



Shit shit shit shit shit shit.

He didn’t know when it’d hit him like a pile of bricks but it did, and it did literally right in front of her – when he was going to go off on some other funny anecdote because it was what he did, what Vakarian did to Shepard, fireforged friends who went through hell and back and may be on the verge of something and –

He, probably – definitely? – liked her. Romantically.

Terror shot up his spine – it was very clear to him that Shepard had come to him with the proposition of blowing off steam. And him, like an idiot, rolled with it. Didn’t even know, shit – since when – was that what Samara meant, did Miranda know before the two of them, was Joker kidding, were fringes ever cute –

– Was glancing ever just glancing

And the words tumbled out of him before he knew what he was saying, and the insecurities spilled revealing things he didn’t even quite know he felt, and suddenly he was questioning whether she was okay with it all because he’s a turian and she’s a human and they’re friends, best friends, and it could be awkward and bad and they need each other and, really, do they even fit together properly?

But she touched his face, thumb careful along his scar.

“I want you,” she said.

And he was flying. His heart picked up and his throat caught and he knew his mandibles flared, as they do involuntarily, as his mother’s do around his father. Twenty emotions played at his heart and he wanted to do nothing more than to pick her up and spin her around but he refrained, disguising this utter elation with a terrible joke that even made him cringe, and he has no way to recover from the smirk that twisted up her lip as she backed away with a coy, “I’ll let you get back to work.”  

“Right,” he droned.

Shit, shit shit fuck, I think I may really like her.

“’Cause I’m in a great place to optimize firing algorithms right now.”

“My practical advice for a young comic is if you want to do this, do something. Do a lot of it. If you want to build an internet presence, then tweet this amount of times, tweet this many jokes or post this many times. Approach it like a job and take it seriously.”

In conversation with The Creative Independent, comedian Hannibal Buress discusses his approach to building a career in comedy, looks back on learning to do stand-up with the help of Google, and dispenses some no-nonsense advice for young comedians. Read the interview here.


A/N: WHELP. I thought today would be a perfect day to sit down and write a 4500 work smut in 5 hours…yep. Totally. And this smut is dedicated to @bxngtxnfluffandotherstuff whether she likes it or not <3

Anyway! Let’s get into it~ ;p

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (V x Reader)

Genre: Smutty smut

Words: 4,591

Your job is a bit…strange, you’ll admit. Most people don’t spend their days in a typically empty shop, bored out of their mind and having to resort to vibrator races on the glass counter to keep themselves entertained. Yes, working at a sex shop is pretty boring some days—but at least you get an employee discount on toys! Fuck yes—totally worth the boredom—especially when you’re in the shop alone and there are sex toys…all…around you. Whelp! Usually you just throw a 20 near the register and pick a new baby to play with.

The other perk about working at a sex shop, is that when it’s dead busy on the weekdays, you can tell your good friend to come hang out with you, and since you’re the only one on shift, no one will care!


“Anything new in?” A deep voice rings out, the bell on the front door ringing. You look over your shoulder at the blond who has just walked in, book bag slung over his shoulder. He drops it behind the counter like usual, and then moves over to where you’re knelt on the floor, a small box-cutter in your hand as you slice open the tape on the giant brown box in front of you.

“Yeah, this came in today. Not sure what’s in it though.”

“Well we’ll find out, won’t we?” the male grins, leaning on the table beside where your standing. In the process, he knocks a pussy pocket off the surface and immediately bends down to pick it up, staring at the toy with a hint of judgement in his eyes, lips pressing into a flat line. You roll your eyes at him, continuing to tug at the tape on the box.

“How was class, Taehyung?”

“Ughhhhhh~,” he groans, failing his arms around. You laugh.

“So boring! My eyes kept rolling back into my head!”

“Poor baby,” you say, hand reaching over to pat his thigh. The half-sympathetic gesture has him rolling his eyes at you, lips tugging into a fond smirk.

“That’s right. I’m a poor baby—which means that noona should take care of me~,” he sing-songs in a teasing manner, moving behind to you hug you from behind. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, fingers purposefully resting against the tops of your breasts. This time it’s your turn to roll your eyes at him.

“I’m literally not even a year older than you.”

You feel Taehyung shrug. “I just think you have a noona kink and don’t want me to say it, or you’ll suddenly want me to fuck you.”

“You’re asking for a spanking,” you tell him, suddenly thrusting your ass backwards. Taehyung gasps, falling away with a little bit of a pained grunt, and you instantly look back at him with an apologetic stare. He’s lying on the floor beside you, hands lightly cupping his junk.

“I mean…you kinda deserve it.”

“Bite me,” he groans, and you roll your eyes, lips spreading into a grin as you go back to your work.

“I’m still on shift, babe.”

“Like that’s ever stopped you,” Taehyung responds with a laugh, and you can’t help but agree. Taehyung knows what you do here when you’re alone—you two are close enough for him to know. Also, Taehyung thinks it’s entirely fascinating that you are so open about sex and toys and masturbation and everything. Apparently he’d never met such an open girl, and that’s one of the factors that had contributed to your speedily formed friendship a few months ago.

“Open the box already!” Taehyung says in excitement when he realizes that you’ve finally managed to undo all the tape. Like a child on Christmas, he reaches forward and grabs it, shaking it a little, and his eyes widen slightly when he realizes how light it is.

“There’s no way these are toys,” he says, plopping back down, lip pouted in disappoint that you’re tempted to laugh at. For as bubbly as Taehyung is most days, his recent infatuation with toys and his curiosity with them highly amuses you.

“Actually, I think they’re clothes,” you tell him, pulling open the cardboard folds and tugging the small amount of packing paper out of the way. Just like you thought, inside the box is an array of messy lingerie, and you sigh, knowing that you’ll need to either fold or hang up every outfit in the box.

“Damn,” Taehyung says at catching an eyeful of the clothing, hands digging into the box to grab one of the delicate pieces. It’s a red monstrosity with too many tiny straps going every which way, and he frowns at it.

“I’ve never understood why girls like these. Isn’t being naked better? Like why bother with the hassle?”

“Well, for one,” you say, grabbing another piece of clothing from the box. You press to your feet and hold it up in front of you, Taehyung’s eyes focusing on the sheer, see-through baby doll. “Girls like wearing them sometimes. Because it makes us feel good about ourselves. And secondly—some guys think girls look hella sexy in them and don’t care about the hassle of taking it off of them. Girls too. Girls think girls are hot in them too. Oh! Or you can just buy a crotch-less one and that will take care all of the hassle,” you add in, winking at him and laughing when you see his awed face.

“I’m learning so much,” he whispers in excitement, scooting closer to the box and digging inside of it. He pulls out piece after piece, frowning at some and eyes widening at others. You watch him through the corner of your eyes, occupied with attempting to fold some of the clothing in a neat manor. Then, after a good 5 minutes, all of the sudden Taehyung stops, holding up piece of lingerie with a contemplative look on this face.

“Noona,” he calls, catching your attention.

“What?” you ask, turning to face him, your eyes sliding down to the ruffled, white teddy that’s in his hands. Even though the piece isn’t properly hung or on a mannequin, you can see that it’s both crotch-less and chest-less, holes in the fabric where a woman’s breasts would typically fall.

Taehyung’s eyes shift up to meet yours, his head cocking to the side innocently. “Try this on for me?”

The unexpected notion has you flushing red immediately, face warming up.

“I’m sorry??”

“Try it on!” He suggests with a slightly dirty smile, pushing to his feet and holding the item towards you. “You keep saying that girls like them and that they look good, and I don’t like most of them, but I think this one is cute, so you should try it on for me! That way I can see what all the hype is about!”

“You’re fucking crazy,” you tell him, palm reaching out to smack against his chest. However, Taehyung’s hand quickly moves to hold you there against him, the flat plain of his pectoral laid out under the warmth of your palm. Surprised and frazzled by the shift in his attitude, you meet his stare once again, lips parting in slight surprise when you see that rather than his innocent pleading attitude you’d witnessed the moment before, his eyes have now darkened with a hint of seriousness.

“C’mon, you can trust me,” he says, free hand extending the outfit towards you, and with a loud huff you snatch it from him. Immediately Taehyung smiles pleasantly, and you scowl at him, tempted to pout. You’re sure he call tell that you’re blushing like you’ve never blushed before—the idea of him asking you to try on something so revealing immediately short circuiting your mind.

“…are you serious?” you ask again, just to make sure, and Taehyung nods.


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anonymous asked:

How would UT/US/UF bros react to having their crush walk in on them while their changing? Crush blushes and slowly closes the door while saying "haha, don't mind me, I'm j-just around. Btw you look hot- I mean nothing HaHA"



UT Sans: He’s frozen. What. Just. Happened? He’s not a hundred percent sure if he heard you right, so he’ll ask you about it. He’ll be very awkward about the entire time.

UT Papyrus: He’s completely flustered as he apologizes saying that he should’ve locked the door. It takes him a moment before he realizes you called him hot. When he does he gets horrible happy. You complimented him. That means you like him. That means you two can date.

US Sans: He looks so flustered that he might faint. He quickly gets dressed and chases after you. Very quickly he confesses to you and asks you out.

US Papyrus: He just stands there blushing, processing what just happened. After he composes himself he sneaks up behind you and wraps him arms around you. “So, I’m hot huh?” He’ll tease you about it for the rest of your life.

UF Sans: Don’t mind him, he’s just going to curl up into a ball of shame and embarrassment. You might not see him for awhile, for he’s too embarrassed to see you. After awhile he calms down and pretends it never happened.

UF Papyrus: You just stroked his ego. He will walk out of his room without a shirt just to see your reaction. He will then demand that you date him. You admitted that you found him attractive so there’s no problem, right?

anonymous asked:

Your sidebar says that you're taking prompts!!! I'm so excited!! Can you write a Tony Stark after Civil War story? He's got no one now (except for Rhodey, god bless him), and he has to face the Rouge Avengers for some reason (maybe a pardon for them?), and they are incredibly mean to him. They snap at him, yell at him, treat him like shit. All of them. Rhodey puts an end to it when Tony can't handle it anymore and REALLY starts crying.

So far, the entire meeting has been a mess of Tony white-knuckling it through to the end and wishing for a drink he won’t have.

It’s the first time he’s had to talk to them personally, face-to-face. They’ve been in contact through intermediaries for six months now, but as the de-facto head of the Avengers, Tony has to be there for kicking off this process of re-instating them. No one asked his opinion on that, which is probably a good thing.

He’s held his tongue and kept the meeting going. Professional, calm. Cool. Concerned about the fate of the world.

Tony can take a few hits where they matter.

But it’s not easy. Maybe it’s being a year out of practice of taking said hits. Going soft, his new team around him. Maybe it’s the stress.

“Alright, but signing is a non-negotiable part of this deal,” Tony points out. “We can talk more amendments if that’s on your mind, but the fact of the matter is that the UN doesn’t trust your team without a signature saying you’ll play by the rules. It’s non-optional.”

“Because Stark always gets his way, right? Even if he has to break up a team, chase people out of their goddamn home, threaten to lock them up, and brow-beat them into it first.”

Tony blinks, takes a deep, shuddering breath, and continues. “You can take that up with the UN, I suppose. As far as your equipment–”

“That you stole–”

That I built, Tony wants to scream, hundreds of hours of sweat and tears and sometimes literal blood going into equipment they misused, didn’t appreciate. Certainly didn’t appreciate the creator.

The next breath is shakier. “They’re prepared to offer you loans of it once your name hits the page, and–”

“That belongs to us.”

“It doesn’t,” Rhodey says, speaking up for the first time in several minutes. He pushes himself to stand, a slow, laborious process. “It belongs to its creator, who lost sleep over it, gave up his own time and money to build it. Who you’ve disrespected again and again, and if it were up to me, I’m letting you know we wouldn’t be having these talks now. Unfortunately I don’t control the universe and have to contend with what’s coming. Now. We’re calling a break. See you tomorrow.”

Rhodey strong-arms Tony out of the room, no small feat considering he insisted on wearing his braces despite the fact that they still need a lot of work. Still, Tony goes willingly enough, more out of shock than anything else. Numbness.

“You okay, Tones?”

“No,” Tony says honestly. His therapist would be proud to hear the honesty, but if there’s anyone who will allow it, it’s Rhodey. Always, Rhodey.

“Yeah, no shit. Dumb question. What can I do?”

“Just…wait it out with me.”

Someone pulls a car around for them and Rhodey puts up the privacy partition right away, then opens his arms. “C'mere.”

Tony’s breath is shallow and broken, shuddering. “Christ,” he mumbles.


Tony wants to laugh but it sounds too wet, too broken. Rhodey squeezes him.

“I can go back and yell at them.”

“The universe doesn’t bow to our whims.”

“That mean no yelling?”

“Unfortunately.” Tony holds for a moment. “At least not until this is done.”

“I’ll save it up then. Make it a good one.”

Tony does manage to laugh a bit that time.

Meant to Be (Part Two)

Originally posted by reservoir-of-blood

Originally posted by bowie28

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Based on Anonymous Prompt: The reader is a SHIELD agent and later Avenger. After a while of dancing around each other, she and Steve are couple but few months later they break up becasue it didn’t work (but they stay close friends please). After a while Steve falls for Sharon and reader falls for Bucky who loved her since he first met her (but he didn’t do enything because she was with Steve). And Steve and Sharon (who are couple now) try to matchmake reader and Bucky because Cap sees they are perfect for each other

A/N: OH MY GOODNESS it’s been so long.  I’m sorry it just got so damn busy.  I have a lighter course load this quarter, so that should help out.  After not knowing what to write for this chapter for almost a month, I finished it in almost fifteen minutes.  Amazing how inspiration works.  Anyway, hope y’all like it and I’ll try to start writing more regularly…

Tagging @pleasecallmecaptain @mattymattymerduck @writingbarnes @kissofvenom922 @b-orderline @shamvictoria11 @callingmrsbarnes @barnes-and-noble-girl @coley0823 @redstarstan


“Where the hell are we going?” you ask as Steve hands you a dress that he’s hand-picked from your closet.

“Just trust me,” he grins.  “That dress looks good on you.  You should wear it.”

“Where are we going?” you ask again, shrugging your t-shirt off and slipping the dress over your head.

“It’s gonna be great,” Steve says.

“That wasn’t my question, but I’ve now resigned myself to the idea that you’re not in an answering mood tonight,” you sigh, grabbing a pair of flats from your closet.

“Sounds good,” Steve says cheerily.  “Let’s get going.”

You follow Steve outside and struggle to clamber onto his motorcycle, eventually hiking up your skirt in order to sit comfortably.  Steve speeds away, driving you to a nice restaurant.  You resist the urge to ask what you’re doing, knowing you’ll be met with silence and a coy smile.

Steve guides you into the restaurant and to a table.  Before you have time to process, Sharon stands up, a smile on her face.

“Sharon!” you say, rushing forward to hug her.  “Steve wouldn’t tell me where we were going, but I’m still confused.  Am I third-wheeli-”

That’s when you look down at the table and see Bucky, sitting on the other side. Your mouth runs dry and you resist the urge to turn and glare daggers at Steve

“Bucky,” you say, cursing yourself for how surprised and breathless you sound.  Bucky does take your breath away, but you don’t exactly want him to know that.

“(Y/N),” he says and you don’t catch the way his voice wobbles slightly (though Steve and Sharon certainly do).

“It’s good to see you,” you smile, crossing to his side of the table.  Not quite sure what you’re doing, you throw and arm around his neck, breathing a quiet sigh of relief when his arm snakes around your waist.  By the time you pull back, Steve’s already sat down next to Sharon, leaving you to sit next to Bucky.

“You look really nice,” Bucky says, pulling your chair out for you.  You smile as you sink down into your seat, Bucky pushing the chair in behind you.

“You look nice too,” you smile and it’s true.  You’ve never seen Bucky in anything other than his uniform or gym clothes.  Not that he doesn’t look good in those, the man would look good in a potato sack.  But there’s something different about him tonight, something definitively more…date-like.   You brush the thought away.

“It’s been awhile,” you say, struggling to find a coherent thought.  “What…um…TV show are you watching right now?”

And with that, you fall into an intense conversation about “Game of Thrones,” practically ignoring Steve and Sharon, though they don’t seem to mind.  You talk about theories for the next season, favorite characters, and everything in between.  You’re just starting to debate which Westeros house you would want to belong to when the waiter arrives with a cocktail for you.

“Oh, I didn’t order that,” you say, turning back to Bucky.

“It’s from that guy at the bar,” the waiter says nonchalantly and your heart stops.  “There.”  

Your gaze follows the waiter’s outstretched finger to a mildly attractive man smiling your way.  He nods and you smile, taking a tentative sip of the drink.

“You should go talk to him.”

You look up at Bucky, a pang of hurt undercutting your surprise at his words.

“It’s fine, Bucky,” you say.  “We’re talking.”

“It’s not anything important,” Bucky says and you try to keep the frown off your face.  “Go talk to him.”

You cock your head, trying to mentally deconstructing and decoding his words. Does he not want to talk to you anymore?

“All right,” you say reluctantly.  “Come get me when the food gets here.”

You get up and walk over to the bar, smiling as you introduce yourself.

“Bucky!” Steve says the minute you’re out of earshot.  “What the hell?”

“He sent her a drink!” Bucky says defensively.

“She was talking to you!” Sharon jumps in.  “Or are you not interested in her anymore?”

“Keep your voice down!” Bucky hisses.  “Of course I am, I just…”  His eyes trail over to the two of you at the bar, where the man is clearly typing his number into your phone.  “Don’t you think she deserves better?”

“NO!” Steve and Sharon say in unison, so loudly that you briefly look over.  Steve smiles and waits until you turn back to the guy before continuing.

“Bucky, the two of you are perfect for each other,” he says.  “You like her and she likes you.”

“You don’t know that,” Bucky says.  

“I do,” Steve insists.  “But now she’s gonna think you’re not interested, you idiot.”


“And who had the spaghetti and meatballs?” the waiter interrupts, approaching the table with steaming plates of food.

“Right here,” Bucky says quietly, gesturing to the spot in front of your empty seat.