the call me stacy

-They call me “hell.” They call me “Stacy.” They call me “her.” They call me “Jane.” That’s not my name.

–Me: What is your name?

-That’s not my name.

–Me: What is your name?!

-That’s not my name.

–Me: What’s your name?!?!

-That’s not my name.

–Me: WHAT’S YOUR NAME, MAN?!?!?!

-ALEXANDER HAMILTON. MY NAME IS ALEXANDER HAMILTON. AND THERE’S A MILLION THINGS I HAVEN’T DONE, BUT JUST YOU WAIT. JUST YOU WAIT.

All Alone - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: embarrassing dancing, sexual innuendos 

Word Count: 530


Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

The whole team was on a mission except for you. You had been told by Steve that everyone would be gone, you would have the compound to yourself. You decided that that meant you could safely turn up some music and dance around the compound in only a sports bra and some very short shorts. 

You thought that this would be okay. Boy, were you wrong. 

Keep reading