they make me tie up my hair


Help me tie my shoes

Wash my hair in the bath

Pet me

Pick out my clothes

Pull me into your lap

Get my paci if you notice me chewing my lip

Cuddle me

Make me giggle

Use my little dishes for a meal

Bring me a drink in a sippy cup

Stick a crazy straw in my drink

Hold my hand in public

Order for me at a restaurant

Drive me places (and pick me up)

Go to my doctor’s appointments with me

Help me make tough choices

Let me fall asleep on you

Ask me to help you with things

Tell me when I’m a good girl

Tell me if I make you proud

Take care of me when I’m sick

Remind me to take my medicine

Suggest naptime, especially if I’m crabby

Read to me

Ask me about my favorite things; tell me about yours

Whisper secrets to me

Teach me new things

Remember my plushies’ names

Ask about my plushies and toys

Tuck me in at night

Remind me of bedtime

Ask if I remembered to do things

Kiss the top of my head or forehead

Color with me

Check for mean-monsters

Listen to my excited-babbles

Play pretend with me

Take me to a park

Push me on the swings

Let me pick the movie

Tell me I’m cute/adorable

Kiss my owies

Use awesome band-aids

Surprise me

Get me little gifts

Set up a bubble bath

Let me draw a tiny heart on you

Check on my planner

Make music with me

Pick my jammies

Cook with me

Take me to the zoo

Take me to the library

Plan and go on a picnic

Take a walk with me

Take me stargazing

Visit a museum with me

Paint my toenails

Make sure I have something to cuddle

Invite me to a tea party

Ask about my imaginary friends

Plan a themed date night

Play board games with me

Play video games with me (or watch me play them)

Do arts and crafts with me

Give me candy/sweets

Make me hot cocoa with marshmallows

Blanket. Forts.

Show me a place I’ve never seen before

Whisper “shhh” in my ear when I’m upset

Wipe away my tears

Take me to see a kiddy movie in the theatre

Sing with me when I break out into song

Call me “princess,” “little one,” “kitten,” “bunny,” “girl,” or “doll”

Appreciate little gifts I make/give you

Make a funny face at me in public

Scoop me up princess-style

Watch cartoons with me

Make me a healthy snack

Make a meal of special little foods

Give me an allowance

Have me complete chores

Remind me to wash my hands before I eat

Get things from places I can’t reach

Rub my tummy when it hurts

Start a pillow fight

Shoot me with a water gun or nerf gun

Quote from my favorite books and movies

Ask me silly questions

Try to win me a prize

Take me somewhere I need to dress up to go to

Ruffle my hair

Boop my nose if my emotions are getting too intense

Let me wear your t-shirt/hoodie

Write a note and leave it somewhere for me to find

Congratulate me for doing something difficult

Start my sleepy music at night

Take me to an amusement park

Take selfies/photobooth pictures with me

Make a pinky promise with me


hc that shiro is always oblivious when people are hitting on him, and that he unknowingly shuts them down by bringing up his marriage:

”that’s a really nice tie, mr. shirogane” thanks, my husband bought it for me

“shiro, your hair looks awesome today” that’s what my husband said this morning

“shiro, that shirt looks real good on you” my husband thinks so too

Nervous (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Request: can you write some Steve Harrington fluff where he and the reader are going on a Formal Date and he’s actually really nervous about cleaning up and stuff and Jonathan and Nancy are teasing him about it like “AW HE HAS A HEART” and he’s all pouty but they’re like “don’t worry you’re gonna do great” and Jonathan’s like “make me proud” and then the reader gets there she ruffles his (now) slicked back hair and pulls out his tucked in tie and pulls him by it and he nuts right then and there bye

 A/N: I really love this prompt and Steve Harrington oh my gosh, this came out better than I imagined, please be kind, as this is my first imagine I’ve posted online

Steve Harrington didn’t get flustered, thank you very much. No person in Hawkins has ever seen Steve nervous like this. No one has seen the way his eyelashes flutter more often than needed, or the way his breaths are more spaced apart than usual. No other eyes besides his own have noticed the way Steve’s fingers tap nervously against his black slacks, or the fact that he is combing his hair way too much(or that he put slightly too much gel in it to slick it back). That is, until Nancy Wheeler pointed it out.

“Steve! Your hair!” Nancy gasped when he entered the living room. Jonathan jumped at the sudden noise beside him.

“What? Is it too much?” Steve asked, stopping mid-brush. His hair was now almost flat against his skull, and glossed so much it shone.

“Jesus, you look like a bald man with a comb-over. Let me fix it.” Nancy weaseled out of Jonathan’s comfortable embrace and herded Steve into the bathroom. She washed the gel out of his hair and started from scratch. The whole process took about twenty minutes, but Steve definitely looked better than he had before. Steve didn’t notice that Nancy Wheeler walked out of the bathroom with a look of sly pride on her cheeks. The only thing he did notice was that his tie still hung loose around his still-stiff collar. Steve’s nimble fingers smoothed his tie against his collared shirt before shrugging on a black suit jacket that he stole from his father’s closet.

“Look Nancy, little Stevie’s nervous!” Jonathan smirked from the couch.

“Shut the hell up, would ya?” Steve spat around the cigarette he held between his teeth. The cigarette wasn’t even lit, but the feeling of something besides the dry feeling in in his mouth soothed his flaring nerves.

“Aw, Nance, he really does have a heart under that cold skin.” Jonathan laughed lightly.

“Jonathan, that’s enough. It’s good that he’s nervous. It means he actually cares.” Nancy remarks while giving the dirty blonde a slight shove.

“Shut up guys. This isn’t cool.” Steve shook his head before walking out to the backyard to light his cigarette.

Normally, Steve wouldn’t ever get this worked up over anyone, let alone a girl.

But Y/N wasn’t just a girl.

Tonight is different. Tonight is the night when he can’t make a fool of himself. God forbid that he lets a snide comment slip about the way Y/N’s dress looks, or the way her hair is just a tiny bit more curled than usual. Steve Harrington, for the first time in his life, is truly nervous.

So here he is, pacing his living room while rolling and unrolling his sleeves, trying to decide if ‘formal’ means showing skin or not. Nancy and Jonathan are house-sitting for the night (his parents are out of town, so it’s technically his job, but they’re both introverts and volunteered as soon as they got the news that Steve had finally asked Y/N out), so they’re lounging on the couch watching some boring documentary about penguins.

“Steve, would you cut it out? You’re ruining the movie.” Nancy whined.

“He’s nervous, Nance. Give him a break. Look at him,” Jonathan gestured at Steve’s shaking hands, “how many times has he rolled and unrolled those sleeves?” Steve gave Jonathan a look that could probably summon the Demogorgon again had the doorbell not rung.

“Shit that’s probably her.” Steve took a deep breath before squishing the cigarette into the ashtray and walking to the door. Steve’s heart was beating against his ribcage, the way it did just before the snap of the ball on a Friday night. His clammy hand met the cold door handle, and his slightly pink Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

A chilly breeze blew into the house, and gave the brunette boy goosebumps under his shirt. Steve’s eyes widened at the sight of Y/N standing there, leaning on the rail of the doorstep. Her hair fell the way it always did, soft and perfect, and so touchable (at least to Steve). Her dress hugged her body in every right way, not a provocative way but in a lovely, youthful, almost rebellious way. Her eyes held a spark of mischief and delight that Steve could almost grasp.

“About damn time, Harrington. I was about to freeze out here.”

“Sorry, I-uh…do you want to come in? Er….”

“Steve, did you comb your hair?” Her soft hands reached up and ruffled it. If he had done it himself, he would’ve been a little upset, but in this moment, he really couldn’t care less.

“Yeah, I just…” Steve cursed himself for stammering, he never got this nervous, but for Y/N, it was a feeling he could get used to.

“Steve Harrington, getting all cleaned up for a date? I didn’t think this happened much…at all, really,” Y/N’s fingers untucked the tie from Steve’s jacket, and Steve suddenly forgot how to breathe, “but I could get used to this.


Small rant...

Ok I love Hannibal so much I really do. I love the way it looks, I love the writing, the costume, the actors, the fight sequences. I have one issue ok. It’s an issue that I have with a lot of crime/forensic scenes WHY DOESNT BEVERLEY TIE HER HAIR UP WHEN SHES WORKING?????) SHE IS JUST GOING TO FIND HER OWN HAIR ON STUFF!!!! and breathe………

Originally posted by idontfindyouthatinteresting

Alright so ever since the end of middle school and all throughout high school I’ve been straightening my hair which is naturally curly because of the way people would comment on how “big and poofy my hair was” which would make me feel super insecure. I wouldn’t go to school without straightening it but I wasn’t even that good at doing my hair so I’d put always tie it up in a tight braid. Even when I put it in a pony tail my friends (who I’m thank god no longer friends with) would make fun of how big my hair was and that they’ve never seen an Indian with such curly big hair. Now I’m going to graduate soon from high school. Recently I met with a hairdresser, a guy from Lebanon who was so nice but also told me to back tf off with the straightener because my curls would be damaged and that curly hair is really beautiful. First off that really touched me because I’ve never, not once received a comment like that. I haven’t touched the straighter since and I’ve been trying products to protect my curls. Today was the first day I wore my hair down, natural curls and with a product that helped. And I am so happy. I love my hair and thank god I finally saw the beauty of my natural curls otherwise I would’ve damaged it. I’m just really happy with myself. I would’ve never imagined myself doing this. Please, if you have curly hair, do not straighten it, embrace it. Curly hair is so beautiful, natural hair is so beautiful.

Lost Moments

“Lucas, are you ready?” I hear Riley shout from down the hall.

“I’ll be right there,” I yell back as I grab a tie lacing it around my neck and walking towards her voice. My hands are trying to tie it, but the back piece always ends up longer than the front. I let out a frustrated groan, and I hear a laugh come from the woman I love.

I look up and there is a hitch in my breath. Riley looks breathtaking. Her hair is straight with the front framing her face. Her make up is bare minimum, so it doesn’t hide her natural beauty. She has on a black dress that flares out at her waist matched with a pair of red heels.

Riley walks over to me pushing my hands out of the way, “Let me do this.” My eyes watch her face. There is a crinkle in her forehead as she concentrates, and I can’t help the small chuckle that falls from my lips.

“What?” she asks.

“Nothing. You’re just beautiful.” She laughs as she pulls the tie through the loop pulling it up and tighten it.

“There you go,” she pats my chest, “Now, are you ready?” I nod my head, and Riley grabs her coat and her purse and walk out the door. I follow suit making sure the door is locked behind me.

We walk up the steps to our high school, and a big banner that reads Welcome Back! Class of 2020 Ten Year Reunion hangs over the entrance. I take a deep breath as we reach the top and tighten my grip on Riley’s hand. When I look at her, she is already looking at me with concern written all over her face.

“Are you okay?” she asks and I slowly nod my head, “Are you sure?” I sigh, and she pulls me off to the side, “Okay, tell me what’s wrong,” I shake my head, “It really wasn’t a question. Remember we don’t hide anything from each other.”

I let out a deep breath, “I don’t know. I just, I don’t have the best memories here,” she cocks her head slightly to the side, “We were broken up for the last half of senior year,” her face slowly drops, but I lift her gaze back up, “I’m sorry for doing that to you, but I thought it was best. I didn’t want to hold you back.” She opens her mouth to say something, but I continue to speak.

“Being here, that’s all I think about; my stupid mistake.” It’s me who tries to drop my head, but she stops me. My eyes getting lost into her chocolate brown orbs.

“Listen to me, okay?” I nod, “Yeah, you made a stupid, dimwitted, moronic-“

“Okay, we get the picture,” I cut her off making her giggle softly, and warming my heart.

“But we found our way back to each other that summer. We’ve been married for six years, and have two beautiful twin girls,” she interlocks our hands, “When I look at this school, I think of the first time you told me you loved me,” she laughs, “We were walking out of my dad’s class, and you had to hurry and speak to a teacher. You leaned in to kiss and said “I love you”,” she starts chuckling more, “You didn’t even know you said it. I was about to say something, but my dad beat me to it.”

I can’t hold my laughter back anymore, “He faked a heartache, and yelled we were too young. And he chased me off.”

“He did, and I yelled I love you back. We earned some looks from our classmates in the hall, but it was worth it,” she smiles shyly at me, “That is only one amazing memory here. There are plenty more. Don’t let that one tainted memory ruin the rest.”

“But you forgive me.”

Riley eyes lock on mine, “I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t. Now, come on. We are already an hour late.” She moves towards the entrance pulling my hand behind her.

We walk into the gym, and I’m hit with nostalgia. We go to the table set up in the front to check in.

“Oh, Riley! You’re here, I was worried you were going to miss it!” Darby says as she looks through name tags and hands Riley hers. She turns her attention to me, “Hi, Lucas,” she switches her gaze between Riley and I, “It’s so nice to see Rucas together! I knew true love had exist.”

Riley gasp, “What no Yoby?”

Darby shakes her head, “No, the distance between here and Washington was too much for us.”

“I’m sorry, Darby,” Riley’s voice is filled with sympathy.

Darby shrugs her shoulders, “Eh, don’t be. It was hard when it happened, but I met someone in college. We’ve been married now for two years. I’m honestly the happiest I’ve ever been,” and the smile that lights up her whole face showed that.

“Well, I’m happy to hear that,” I say.

She nods her head, “Oh, Sarah has been waiting for you to come,” she looks at Riley, “She’s been waiting to reunite our prom king and queen.”

Riley looks at me, and I try my best to muster up the best smile that I can. I was hoping the “king” would decide to skip out on the reunion, but I should have known he wouldn’t.

“I’ll let her know you’re here,” Riley nods, and we maneuver through the gym.

For the first few minutes Riley and I are together, that is until Zay and Farkle pull me one way and Smackle and Maya pull her another. I watch her disappear into the crowd, and the three of us move around catching up with some old classmates. That is until Zay gets pulled away by Vanessa, and Smackle comes to take Farkle away.

I talked to Yogi, who tells me the same thing Darby did; the distance was too much. He also met someone, Karen. They’ve been together now for four years, and engaged for one. They have a two-year old son name Michael. The three of them move backed to New York a few months after Michael was born, and Yogi got a job at the high school as a math teacher.

I also talk to Billy and Missy, who ended up together; a little surprising. Billy works as a sports reporter, one of the best to be exact, and Missy is a stay at home mom to their three children; two boys, Hayden and Brian, and their daughter, Grace. They seemed to be really happy and bring out the best in each other. Missy is actually really nice; she told me she was happy that me and Riley worked everything out and wished us the best.

I continue to move through the crowd when I bumped into Dave.

“Lucas! How have you been?” he asks holding out his hand.

“Hey Dave, I’ve been good. How about you? What’ve you been up to?”

He smiles, “I’ve been really good. I’m on the police force, I’m married, and have a beautiful baby girl.”

I pat his back, “Congratulations man! Who’s the lucky girl?”

I watch as his eyes scan the gym and stop when they land on a brunette who is talking to Riley. A smile slowly starts to form on his lips, “She’s right over there,” he gestures in their direction.

“You married Sarah?” he nods still smiling.

He tells me the story of how they met. She’s an event planner, and a party she was working out was crashed so the police was called. They haven’t spoken since the high school, but that night he said there was this connection he couldn’t explain. He didn’t need to, I knew exactly what he was talking about.

Dave wanted to ask her out, but he was too nervous. He was leaving, feeling completely defeated, when Sarah came walking towards him. She handed him a piece of paper with her number written on it.

“She told me I’d better call, but I didn’t. I was way too shy,” a small laugh escapes. “A few days later she went to the station and asked me out on a date, and everything kind of fell into place.”

I smile, “You’ve always been on the quiet side.”

He nods, “So, what about you and Riley? It’s nice to see the two of you back where you belong,” I smile. “When did that happen?”

“The summer after we graduated from high school. She had left to California to start summer school, and I chased after her,” I glance over to Riley and then back to Dave. “I spent the summer with her, and we worked everything out.”

“Well, that’s good to hear. Everyone knew things would work out between you two. Except Charlie, he swore up and down that he was going to win the heart of Riley Matthews. Everyone tried to tell him he was wrong, but he wouldn’t listen.”

I scoff. I open my mouth to say something, but Sarah’s voice bounces off the walls of the gym. I turn and see her standing on the stage. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go get a better look at my wife,” Dave smiles, and I laugh.

He walks away, and I look over to Riley. Her eyes are already on me. I slowly start to walk towards her, when I hear Sarah’s voice again.

“Now, for the reunion of our prom king and queen. Can I have Riley Matthews and Charlie Gardner to the dance floor,” Sarah says from the stage, and the only thing I can think is that it’s no longer Matthews; it’s Friar.

I can feel jealousy start to bubble inside me. I thought I was over this, but when it comes to Gardner I don’t think I ever will be. It irks me that he was the one who took Riley to our senior prom, and that he was the one to be crowd king with her being the queen.

Riley and I lock eyes, and she gives me a soft smile. I really don’t want her to go and dance with him, but right now I don’t think that matters. I watch as she slowly moves through the crowd of our old classmates to the dance floor where Charlie is waiting for her. He holds out his hand, and she gives me a quick look and hesitantly takes it.  

The light shines over the two of them as they dance to You and Me by Lifehouse. My eyes stay glued on them, and I’m almost certain my green eyes are glowing with envy. Charlie looks over at me and gives me a smug smile, and I want nothing more than to walk over there and pull Riley away.

I see his hand start to slid down her back, and my blood starts to boil. Charlie fucking Gardner knows exactly what to do to get under my skin. I start to take a few steps forward, when an arm is placed in front of me.

“Don’t, Riley can handle it,” Maya says, but her words just go in one ear and out the other. I turn my attention back to them, and I see the friendly smile on Riley’s face disappear as she moves his hand higher, “told you,” Maya whispers. “Don’t let cheese souffle ruin the night. He just wants what he can’t have. She’s a Friar now,” a smile spreads across my lips. 

They finish the dance, and Riley instantly pulls away and turns on her heels right to me.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know we were going to have to do that,” she says the smile that once had place on her face completely gone.

I grab her hand, “It’s okay. I’m-“

“Riley!” Sarah’s voice pierces through my ear cutting me off. Riley and I both turn to her, “Can I get a few pictures of you and Charlie?” Sarah looks at me, “Is that okay? It’s just a then and now type picture.”

I try my best to muster a smile, “Yeah, that’s fine.” Riley looks at me, and I know she can see right through me.

“Give me a minute, Sarah,” Riley says not once peeling her eyes away from me. I pull my gaze away from Riley and look in the direction where Sarah was standing, but all I see if her walking away. “Lucas,” Riley’s voice calls my attention, “if it really bothers you, I won’t take the picture.”

I sigh, “Of course it’s going to bother me, but really it’s fine.”

“Okay, I’ll be back as soon as possible,” she presses her lips against mine and walks away.

Twenty minutes go by and still no sign of Riley, that is until I see her in the distance, with Charlie. I have to tell myself to calm down. I see the two of them talking to a few people that I don’t remember. My feet start to move without me realizing it, and I stop once I’m in ear shot.

“So, Riley what is it that you do,” the short red head ask.

“Oh, she’s a children books author,” Charlie answers for her. I look over, and I see confusion written on Riley’s face as to why he answered for her.

“Oh, that’s amazing,” the red head smiles.

“Yeah, Riley is amazing, and beautiful, smart, caring.”

“Aw, how long have you two been together?” the tall blonde asks.

Riley coughs a little, “Oh, we-“

“We’ve been together for a year now. We reconnected after high school,” I watch as Charlie wraps his arm around her waist. Riley instantly pulls herself away, and I’ve had enough.

“We are not together, I’m-“

“She married to me,” I pull her close to me, and the two girls look between the three of us. I can feel anger starting to boil inside me. I turn my focus on Charlie, “What the hell is your problem, Gardner?”

He smiles, and it’s taking a lot out of me not to snap. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I huff, “You’ve wanted Riley since we were in middle school, and you’ve hated the fact that she didn’t want you back.”

“Did you forget that I had her? In eighth grade and senior year,” I start to laugh, he can’t be serious.

“You were a rebound, Gardner. That lasted for what minute.” The more he talks the more aggravated I get. I look over at Riley who doesn’t look happy with Charlie, but most importantly with me. I know I should stop, but I don’t. I don’t know if it’s Charlie or the green-eyed-monster that has been with me all evening, but the fire is lit; and once it’s lit, it’s hard to put out.

“Friar, think what you want to think. Riley had feelings for me.”

“Yeah maybe, but it was years ago. Get. Over. It. You’ve been goggling her all night,” my voice rises more than I have liked.

I feel a familiar touch on my arm, and it calms me down to some sorts. I turn my attention, and Riley has her hand on my arm, “Come on, let’s just go. It’s not worth it,” she gently pulls me away.

“It’d be so easy to steal her away from him. He’s a lousy veterinarian. I’m a real man,” Charlie says to the two girls the second Riley and I start to walk away.

Something inside me snaps, and I stomp back. Without thinking I grab him by his shirt, and I feel my fist start to ball up. “Is there something you want to say to my face, Gardner?” I see fear wash over his face, but at this point I don’t care. He doesn’t know when to keep his damn mouth shut.

My hand slowly starts to rise, but I’m pulled away from him by Farkle and Zay.

“Not here man. This is not the place,” Zay says, but I’m too blinded by anger to listen.

“Yeah, Friar listen to your little friend,” Charlie says with a smirk, and I try to squirm my way out of their grasp.

“Charlie shut the hell up!” Farkle yells over the music. Farkle tries talking to me, but my anger sometimes traps me in my own mind. I hear both his and Zay’s voice try to calm me down. Billy comes and takes Charlie away. Why did I let him ruin the night? Ten minutes go by, and my anger has subsided a little as well as the audience that was formed.

“Riley left,” Maya says walking over to us. I can hear the anger in her voice, and I want to punch myself for making a scene.

“Shit,” I whisper to myself, “I messed up.” It takes me less than a second to pull myself together and walk out of the gym.

Once I’m outside the school, I pull out my phone and see that I have a voicemail from Riley.

I went to go pick up Scarlett and Stella from my parents’ place. I’ll meet you at home.

I wait for an I love you, but there isn’t one. I really messed up.

When I walk inside our home, I see Riley in the living room with too sleeping little girls. My beautiful Scarlett, she has my green eyes, but Riley’s beautiful brown hair. As for my beautiful Stella, she has my blond hair with Riley’s sparkling brown eyes. I close the door softly behind me, not waiting to wake either of the girls and ruin this picture-perfect moment.

I take a step and the floorboard squeaks, and Riley looks up. “Can you help me take them to their room?” Riley asks in a hush tone. I nod, and move to grab Stella.

I follow behind Riley down the hall to the girl’s bedroom. Riley lays Scarlett in her bed, and I lay Stella in hers. Scarlett shuffles a little, and I’m praying she doesn’t wake up. But after a minute or so she stops.

“I’ll meet you in the bedroom,” Riley whispers brushing passed me, and I give her a soft smile.

Every night, I stay in their room a little bit longer and admire them. I thank god for whatever I did to deserve these perfect little girls. There are getting so big so fast. In just a few months, they’re going to be turning four. I give Stella a soft kiss on her forehead and whisper I love you and walk over to Scarlett and do the same.

When I get to the room, Riley has already changed into one of my t-shirts. Her hair is in a messy bun, and her face is cleared of any make-up. This is when she is the most beautiful, and I can’t help but smile. She looks up at me, and my smile slowly vanishes. She isn’t too happy with me.

I take the open spot next to her on the foot of the bed and listen as she takes a deep breath.

“What was that all about?” she asks.

I sigh, “I don’t know. I lost it. I’m sorry.”

“I get it. You were jealous, but that turned to anger quickly.”

I groan, “It’s Charlie. I don’t know what it is about him. Maybe it’s the fact that he had certain moments with you that could have been mine, or the fact that he has always wanted you.”

Riley huffs, “And you don’t think I wasn’t jealous of Maya when I find out about the moment at the campfire scene,” my eyes go wide, “I was. That moment should have been mine, but it wasn’t. It took time, but I moved on from it.”

My head drops, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

I shake my head, “H-how did you move on from it?”

Riley lets out a deep breath, “Honestly, I talked to Maya about it. Not everything I said were kind words,” she lets out a small chuckle, “but I needed to get certain things off my chest.”

“I think I kind of did that tonight, although, there was way more that I wanted to do,” Riley looks at me, “I’m sorry for letting him ruin tonight. We were supposed to have a good night and catch up with some old friends, but I couldn’t get passed my jealousy, and maybe I was a little insecure too.”

Riley grabs my hands in hers, “I know that feeling all too well, but you don’t need to feel like that. You are an amazing man, and there is no one that I’d rather spend this lifetime with than you and our daughters.”

My eyes meet hers, “Are you still mad at me?”

“No, but you really need to control that anger of yours. Sometimes yes, I’m not going to lie, I find it very attractive, but other times it does the opposite.” I slowly start to lean in, and she pause but eventually closes the gap.

“I love you, Riley.”

“And I love you,” she smiles, “Now, go change.”

I move to our walk-in closet to change out the semi-formal clothes. “Can you believe Darby and Yogi aren’t together?” I say.

“Oh, I know, and what about Sarah and Dave? The way she looked at him was the cutest thing.”

I laugh, “You should have seen the way he was looking at her. Oh, and Billy and Missy. Can you believe Missy is-“

“Nice,” she finishes for me, and we both laugh, “But they seem to be doing good and that’s all that matters.”

“Yeah, but Rucas is the ultimate love story.”

“Yes, it is,” I hear the smile in her voice.

I finish undressing, and quickly grab a pair of basketball shorts and throw them on. I walk in the room turning off the closet light behind me. I see Riley lying in bed underneath the covers.

I smile, “You look beautiful,” a blush runs up her cheeks.

She slowly sits up pulling my oversize t-shirt off her small frame, “Why don’t you show me how beautiful you think I am,” she smirks.

“I’d be happy to,” I move to turn off the bedroom light and crawl into bed with my wife, and the last thing on my mind are lost moments.


Kyuhyun exclusive interview with Japan Yahoo Live|161212

Kyu said he remember dance steps well so when member dance wrongly he will point out
MC:Who make most mistake?
Kyu:secret,is donghae😂

Yahoo MC:Feel any changes during your Tour?
Kyu:My concert improve as it progress on
MC:What is unchange?
Kyu:My love for the fans(shyly)😂😂

Yahoo MC: Ideal Type?

Kyu: Get along well with me,cheerful with good IQ,I also like girls with long hair & who tie a ponytail or bun up😂

said he travel alone to Tokyo in 2009, he didnt bring enough money so he call up Changmin & get to stay at TVXQ dorm in Japan 😂

said “Love to Love” initially is for Korea 3rd album but he felt is more suitable for Japan so it was in the Japan album instead

said his life motto is “Even if it hurts but will still bear with it”& he used this for his game ID too since middle school 😂

Yahoo MC:What is the concept for One Voice Japan Tour?
Kyu:Actually I hv no idea yet…I will meet up with the producer to discuss later on😂


You Have a Bad Sex Life With Him


“I know where you stand
Silent in the trees
And that’s where I am
Silent in the trees.
Why won’t you speak
Where I happen to be?
Silent in the trees
Standing cowardly.”

I sing softly, curling my hair, smacking my red covered lips together. I look up in the mirror, my love fixing his tie so that it was on perfectly right.

He looks handsome, the way his hands move upon the fabric, the way his posture changes whenever he investigates his look. He is beautiful, completely irresistible. And that’s what makes this so difficult.

I want tonight to be the night, the night where he lets me make love to him.  Our relationship has been serious for a while now, nearly an entire year being spent together. But there’s a flaw we have, and it’s been eating me alive. It almost feels like it’s drifting us apart in some ways, but I don’t think he notices it.

He hasn’t made love to me yet, he hasn’t touched me. And for both of us already having sex with other people in the past, I wonder why he hasn’t given me his love yet.

Harry looks up to the mirror, his stern face suddenly softening. He smiles, making his way toward the bathroom.

“My love,” he whispers, his arms wrapping around my waist, his mouth against the skin of my neck, “you look beautiful, my love.”

I smile.

"I can feel your breath.
I can feel my death.
I want to know you.
I want to see.
I want to say hello.”

“Hm.” Harry hums contently, nuzzling his face into my shoulder, “love when you sing.”

I turn my head, admiring the aspect of him. He’s more than what he claims to be, he’s everything anybody could ever desire.

I kiss down his neck, sucking on the skin right below his ear. I hear him growl, the fingers that are tight around my hip squeezing together. My lips make their way up to his, capturing the taste of his lemon and peppermint breath. His lips are smooth, plump and easy to manipulate. 

He moans into me, his hand gripping onto the back of my neck, as if preventing me from moving away.

“Make love to me.” I whisper, my lips ghosting over his.

Harry stops his movements, hands loosening, lips stopping. He pushes me away, shaking his head from side to side. I knew it was a risky thing to say to him, but I need to feel him love me they way he claims he does. For now, I feel nothing. I haven’t felt anything in so long.

“We can’t, we’re going to be late for the dinner. My family has been non stop talking about this.”

I cross my arms over my chest, tucking my hands underneath them.
“O—okay. Let me just get more lipstick from Gemma’s room.”

I slowly walk across the hall to talk to Gemma. I know the topic may be strange for her, I can’t hold in my feelings anymore. If I don’t let out what I have to, I’ll drive myself to insanity. I can’t handle it anymore.

I walk into her room hesitantly, only to find her straightening her hair, the smell of nail polish fusing the room.

“Hey, Gemma, can I ask you something?” I mumble, my lips coming together into a straight line.

Gemma places her curling iron down on her dresser, brushing out the last few pieces before turning her full attention towards me.

“What’s up, Y/n?”

I let out a shaky breath, blinking softly a few times before building up the bravery to ask her.

“Does Harry ever talk about me, to anybody? Does he say anything about me to you guys?”

Gemma gasps, looking around her as if the question were appalling. She walks up to me to grab my hands, her eyes reassuring me.

“Are you kidding? You’re all he talks about. Every hour he’ll say something related to you. I’m telling you, we hear your name nearly ten times a day.”

I give her a small smile, but it wasn’t my main concern. I’m scared to address the issue, because I feel like once I admit it, I can’t blame anybody but me. Like I am the one who discourages him to make love to me, like there’s a problem I have that he’s trying to avoid.

“Why, hun? What’s going on with you?”

I squeeze her hands, trying desperately to not sound unappreciative of all the other things he does for me. It’s just killing me, destroying my self esteem, I’m at my breaking point.

“He won’t have sex with me.” 

Gemma’s jaw drops, eyes wide and gleaming with shock. I don’t think she had expected it, simply because we have been together for so long, and we are both old enough to have such an intimate experience.

“You guys—you guys haven’t slept together yet?”

I shake my head, frowning at her question.

“Gem, no matter how hard I try, he won’t budge. We haven’t even done foreplay, he hasn’t even gone past my shoulders. I’ve tried so many times to make love to him, but he doesn’t—he just doesn’t do anything. I mean, is it me? Is there something wrong with me?”

I look down at my hands, my tears and cries unpreventable. 

“Darling, no. Absolutely not. You’re beautiful. Look at you.”

She brings her hand up to place hair behind my ear, smiling at me as she does so.

“Just talk to him, yeah? There might be something on his mind.”

I nod, wiping the tears away from under my eyes. I give her a small smile, wiping off any makeup that could have possibly smudged before I make my way back to Harry.

He smiles when he sees me, kissing my softly. His touch is intoxicating, and, God, how i want to kiss him on every inch of his skin. My love, my handsome love, maybe tonight will be our night.

Dinner was beautiful. Everything was so elegant. Even the aroma was something I’ve never experienced before. And being with Harry’s family was nothing but welcoming. I am so comfortable around them, everything they do is done with such kindness.

“I had a wonderful time, Harry.” I smile, beaming at the events that just unfolded.

You, my angel,” Harry whispers, “look breathtaking tonight. I couldn’t stop looking at you.”

I smile, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. He deepens the kiss, gripping onto my hips, his hands wandering to the zipper of my dress. I sigh contently, my lips wrapping around his, our tongues dancing against each others. His fingers fiddle with the zipper before my dress pools at my ankles, which I immediately step out of. 

This feels different. It feels like it’s actually going somewhere. I feel him giving me something passionate, something with meaning and love. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I met him, since I knew he was the one for me. And now that it’s happening, I can’t get enough. I’m so needy of him, and there’s no reason to deny that.

I slip his suit jacket off of his shoulders, my fingers urgently opening up the buttons of his shirt. `I kiss the new exposed skin, the tips of my nails lightly scratching down his sides.

He grips my head in his hands, lifting me up so that he can kiss me again.

“Alright, angel, off to bed.”

My mouth drops open, my entire body halting once the words escape his lips. He turns around to undress the rest of him, slipping on a pair of sweatpants. His muscles flex as he ties his hair up, continuing on as if nothing had just happened.

“Is there something wrong with me, Harry?” I whisper.

Harry turns to look at me, his eyes immediately gleaming with sympathy. Grabbing my hands as softly as he can, he leans in to quickly kiss my forehead.

“Baby, why would you ask me that?”

I look down, choking out soft cries as I try to make myself sound less greedy than I seem.

“Because you won’t sleep with me!” I shout. “I try almost every night to make love to you and I—I don’t get anything from you. I spent so much time tonight to try and get you to do something. It’s tearing me down, Harry. It’s tearing me down so much. This can’t work if you aren’t attracted to me.”

He looks dumbfounded, completely in shock when I’m done with what I said. He looks scared in a way, guilty, almost saddened by the words I spoke. He stutters, his hands losing a grip on mine to push his hair back, almost out of nervousness.

“Baby, I—“

“Why don’t you show me you love me?” I sob.

He swallows harshly, his sentence gone unfinished. His eyes show desperation, plea, but it’s clear that whatever he had to say was nothing I want to hear.

I drop his hands from mine, nodding understandingly. It’s clear I’m nothing he wants, nothing he needs. I’m far from his expectations, it makes me wonder why he held on for so long.

“O—okay.” I mumble. “I get it.”

I wipe the tears from my face. I can’t believe this is happening here, at this time, in this place, but it is, and I have to pretend I’m okay for at least another day.
I turn away from him, almost turning to look back, just to see if he’d fight for me.

“Wait, Y/n, please.” Harry begs, his voice unsteady. 

I stop my movements, waiting for him to say more, but I refuse to look at him. I can feel him coming closer to me, his radiancy filling my lungs. His fingertips graze my shoulder slightly, almost as if he’s contemplating to completely reach for me. 

I suck in a breath, letting his soft touch invade me.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers before his touch leaves me.

if you give a girl a rope

when you get home I’m going to tie you up
and lick you from your neck down to your knees

you’ll want to make me stop so you can fuck
me cross-eyed just the way you know I like

and I will laugh and keep on teasing you
with hands and hair and just my breath alone

you’ll try to hang on to your self-control
and so we’ll battle to a sweaty draw

I’ll play my game and then release your bonds
and your revenge on me will taste so sweet

you’ll never want to leave again and so
you’ll promise even though we’ll know you lie

Big Brother

Request: Can you write one where the reader is Gerard and Mikey’s sister and it’s she and Frank’s wedding day and Gerard walks her down the aisle?

I looked in the mirror, double checking to make sure everything looked perfect. My hair stayed in place, makeup wasn’t smeared, dress wasn’t slipping…

“You look stunning” I turned around to see my brother Gerard. He looked at me fondly, pride shined brightly in his eyes.

“Gee, your tie” I giggled and went over to straighten it. 

“No ones gonna be looking at me. All eyes are on you tonight”

“Thank you, for dong this” 

“Of course. I’m your brother, it’s my job”

“I always thought dad would be here on this day…” I turned away, tilting my head up. I couldn’t cry, not now. Gerard wrapped his arms around me, patting my back.

“Shhh it’s okay y/n, dad would give anything to be here on this day”

“I know, I just miss him so much” I sighed, not wanting to think about our dad’s death anymore. He die two years ago, loosing a long term battle with cancer. Gerard, Mikey, and I all leaned on each other for support, making us even closer than we already were. 

“Me too, y/n…are you nervous?” Gerard asked, trying to change the subject. 

“Just scared i’m going to mess up my vows” I admitted, feeling my pulse quicken when I realized it was almost time.

“You’ll be fine, don’t worry. I’m just worried i’m gonna trip mid walk”

“That would be legendary,” I laughed “I can see the TMZ article now ‘My Chemical Romance’s front man, Gerard Way, eats shit while walking sister down the aisle’”

“Ha ha your so funny” He laughed sarcastically. “If i’m going down, you’re going down with me”

“You wouldn’t dare”

“Try me” I playfully slapped his shoulder. The music picked up and my stomach flipped. We quickly rushed out of the dressing room and got into line. We watched one by one as the flower girl, bridesmaids, and groomsmen made their down the aisle. My grip on Gerard’s arm tightened as we scooted forward, next in line.

“Thank you, Gee”

“You’ll repay me”


“You can walk Bandit down the aisle”

These Unholy Thoughts {Castiel x Reader} pt.2

Part Two

Summary: Smut. Little bit of fluff.

A/N: sorry for any spelling mistakes :/ its been awhile since I last wrote smut so please bare with me


“‘What do you think?’ I whispered.”


With that, Castiel swiftly swept me up into his arms, making the world spin. Once it came into focus, I barely had time to realize he zapped us into my room because he abruptly threw me on my bed, making me bounce slightly. He quickly sunk into the mattress to hover over me, elbows placed on either side of my head, knees entraping my legs. I tugged at his tie, pulling his head down to crash my lips on his. Our lips moved in sync, his plump ones sucking and biting at my own, eliciting small pleasure filled sighs from me. I raked my fingers through his hair, using my other hand to trace down his clothed chest. He peppered kisses along my jawline, lightly sucking as he reached my throat, kissing a trail up to the material of my shirt.

“Cas,” I breathed out, “we should probably take our clothes off,” I breathlessly chuckled. He made a sound of approval, lifting his hand to mojo our clothes away. Under normal circumstances, I would have rathered to do it the human way, but right now I was greatful that we didn’t have to bother with doin it manually.

The crisp air hit my naked skin, making me gasp. Although it could have been the image of Castiel buck naked in from of me that made me gasp. With how much clothing he wears, I was a bit surprised to see it tanned the way it was. He (or his vessel) was well toned, his arms bigger than the trench coat made them seem.

Castiel resumed his trail of kisses down my cleavage, stopping to suck deeoly on the side of my breast, running his tongue across the flesh. He decided to so the same to the entirety of my breast before taking my nipple into his mouth, lightly sucking.

“Cas..,” I moaned, hand at the back of his neck. He leaned back to survey his work, a smile playing at his lips. Satisfied, he went back to work, his lips trailing down my to my naval, tongue darting out to leave wet lines behind. He stopped when he got to my thigh, his hot breath tickling my skin. His hand came to rest on my other thigh, firmly but gently nudging it away to spread my legs wider.

Now, being opened up for him, my mind started working again. And by that I mean I started to feel embarrassed, being so exposed to him. I was slightly afraid gat after finally seeing me like this, he’d be disappointed. I started discretely scraping my nails against my skin, something I did when I got nervous. Castiel seemed to notice my fidgeting, as he sat up, eyes locking with mine as he grabbed my hand, thumb running soothingly over it.

“You’re very beautiful,” he whispers before leaning down and kissing my inner thigh and groaning against my skin. “So beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, mouth finding its way to my center, placins a kiss at the top of my folds, darting his tongue between them. I clutched the sheets, throwing my head back as I moaned out his name


His tongue expertly swirled around my clitoris, hands gripping my thighs. One slender finger ran up from the bottom of my heat and back down again, following that path for awhile before sliding inside of me. I briefly wondered how he was so good at this as a content sigh flew past my lips.

“Mm Cas,” I rasped, “I want to touch you.”

His assault on my clitoris stilled, dark eyes meeting mine. I sat up, pulling his face to mine into a kiss, the both of us on our knees. I let one of my hands brush down his chest, fingertips brushing his toned muscles all the way down to his hard cock, swiping my thumb across his head before slowly pumping it. He moaned deeply into my mouth, hands gripping my sides. He rocked his hips against my hand, craving the friction. I broke the kiss to lean up and whisper into his ear.

“You like that, don’t you?” I cooed, kissing beneath his earlobe. He groaned out a yes and leaned his head in the crook of my neck, one hand coming up to caress my breast.

“Have you ever fantasized about me, Cas? Hm?” I asked, surprised by my boldness.

“Fuck, yes. All the time,” he rasped against my neck.

“Have you ever thought of me sucking you off?”

When I felt him nod against my neck, my hand stilled on his shaft. I pushed him gently back against the mattress, crawling down his body and staring up at him as I licked the tip of cock. His eyes shut tightly at the sensation, mouth slightly parted. I swirled my tongue around his head before taking him as far as I could into my mouth, my hand making up for what I couldn’t fit in. I hollowed my cheeks and began sucking, the moans coming from his mouth spurring me on. Fuck, his voice was already sexy, but when he moaned, DAMN. Just knowing that I was the one to draw out these heavenly noises was enough to push me over the edge. I let out a hum at the thought, vibrating his cock. He hissed as he started to rock into my mouth. I could tell he was trying to hold back, so I decided to hum continuously on his cock, quickening my pace.

“Y-Y/N, I c… I can’t h-” apparently deciding that he wouldn’t be able to get anything out, he gripped my shoulders and pulled me up to his chest, his cock pressed between our stomachs. He flipped us over, gently rocking his hips, sliding his shaft up and down my wet folds. His eyes held purpose as he stared into my soul, lining his tip up with my entrance. He slowly sank into me, head thrown back as he tried his hardest not to hurt me. Once he was fully sheathed inside of me, he stayed there for a moment, face contorted in bliss.

“Castiel,” I moaned out. At the sound of his name, his head snapped back to look at me before grabbing my hips and pulling himself almost completely out, only to slam right back into me. I cried out in pleasure, wrapping my legs around his waist for a better angle. He set a brutal pace, grunting and groaning out my name.

“So long,” he moaned out, “I’ve waited… For so long,” he practically sang.

“F… Fuck, Cas, you- you should have told me that such a long time ag - OH!” I cried out as he moved a little, hitting that sweet spot.

“You like that, don’t you?” He mimicked me from earlier, his hips slamming rythmetically into mine. I could feel my orgasm coming quick.

“Cas, I’m a-almost there,” I mange to breath out.

He grunted, his pace losing all rythm as he leaned forward, catching my lips in his. He came inside of me, hot spurts of his seed filling my stomach. I followed soon after, the both of us moaning into each other’s mouth.

Cas rolled to the side after pulling out of me, letting me catch my breath. I stared up at the ceiling, letting the shock ease away. I grinned, then started laughing. Cas looked at me warily.

“Did I… Do something wrong?”

“No, it’s just that I… I never thought this would happen,” I turned on my side to face him with a big smile. “You’re perfect.”

He chuckled, “Perfect. I am far from it. Although,” he continues, eyes meeting mine, “When I’m with you, its as close to perfect as it can get.”


Holtzmann scrunched up her nose as her hairtie snapped and her curly blonde locks draped over her shoulders. She turned off her blowtorch and pulled her goggles down around her neck. Her head whipped around and she saw Erin on the other side of the lab. “Gilbert, can you do me a quick favor and tie my hair back up? I don’t mind breaking my limbs or burning any part of my body, but if I singe my hair off I think I might pass out.” Honestly, she could do it herself, but her favorite part of working in the lab with Erin was making her squirm.

You Look Stunning

Requested by: @stellardecay

“Oh my God!” I groaned, wiping the sweat from my face and the back of my neck.

The heat and humidity in Neverland was an absolute nightmare. My hair frizzed up and stuck to my face and neck, not to mention the horror of having to untangle it from all the branches it got caught on while running or hunting.

“Quiet down, you’re going to scare our dinner away.” Felix’s monotonous voice rang out from behind me. I glared at him as he came into view. “What are you complaining about anyway?”

I sighed, attempting to tie my hair up with a small scrap of cloth I’d ripped from my sleeve.

“My hair is suffocating me.” I whined.

I heard him chuckle lowly.

“I’m serious, Felix, it gets in the way of everything! The boys are always making fun of me cause I get caught in branches every five minutes.” I continued my rant as he walked along side me.

“Chop it off.” He suggested without second thought. I shot him an incredulous look.

“Just cut it all off. If it’s really that much of a bother then I don’t see the point in keeping it, Y/N.”

I pondered it for a moment. He was right, there wasn’t really any good in keeping it.

My hand wandered back to feel through the long locks. I sighed.

“Can you do it?” I asked quietly.

He stopped in front of me and pulled out his knife.

“You sure?” He mumbled as he combed his fingers through it.

I nodded quickly.

“Do it before I change my mind.” I urged.

He pulled my hair into one bunch and quickly sliced his knife through it.

I immediately felt the weight from all of the hair disappear.

“I can try to even it out, but I can’t promise anything while I’m using a knife.” He offered.

I nodded. What else did I have to lose?

He worked with it for a little bit before brushing the loose hairs off of my shoulders.

I turned around to face him, and he smirked.

“Not bad for a lost boy, if I do say so myself.” He gloated.

I rolled my eyes and ran a hand through the now small amount of hair on my head. Damn, it was shorter than Felix’s.

I grabbed onto his cloak and dragged him along with me further into the woods.

“Let’s just find something for dinner before Peter sends the boys to come look for us.”

• • • • • • • •

It didn’t take us long to find the hog that had escaped us earlier. We walked quickly back to camp seeing as it was already getting dark, and the boys were probably starving by now.

“Finally you two are back!”

“We thought you guys got yourselves killed.”

“Pan was worried si-”

The camp fell silent when they saw me.

I felt my face begin to heat up as their curious eyes burned holes into me.

And only to make the situation worse, Peter came out.

“Where the hell were you two? I thought-” And just as the boys did, he fell silent when he saw me.

Oh God, what did I do? He hates it, the boys probably think I look weird.

Peter slowly walked over to me, and to my surprise, reached his hand out to feel the newly cut hair. I shivered slightly as his long fingers combed through it. His hand dropped back down to his side as he continued examining it.

“F-Felix did it.” Was all I could manage to say to justify the change.

Felix scoffed in offense.

“Oh please, you asked me to-”

“I like it.” Peter cut him off, his brow raised and a smirk of approval on his face.

His voice dropped a bit so the boys wouldn’t hear him. “You look stunning” He winked before turning back to the boys to give them instructions that I wasn’t really listening to.

I looked over to Felix, who was already staring at me with a smirk.

“You can thank me now.” He said cockily, walking off to go skin the hog. I followed quickly after him.

“For what?” I asked in confusion.

He stopped abruptly and turned around to meet my gaze.

“I’ve lived on this island for decades with Pan. You really think I didn’t know how he would react when he saw you?” He questioned.

“What are you talking about?”

He rolled his eyes at my oblivion.

“I’m talking about the fact that he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since he came out of his tent.”

I slowly turned my head in Peter’s direction to find his piercing green eyes staring at me.

Thank God for Felix.

my kink is tenderness and it comes without language
or equipment. it seems easy to say, tie me up. to say, tease me.
to say, harder. to say things i don’t want.

there is a forbidden drawer in my nightstand but instead
of handcuffs, there’s kisses. and caresses. and soft,
soft hands.

no costume sold in an all-night store can make me bold,
or sexy, or shameless. maybe just take all my clothes off
and look at me for awhile. maybe just run your fingers
through my hair, or touch my face, or lay your cheek
against my stomach.

anything to say that i am loved as well as wanted.
anything to show me that this might actually be real.
Friendly Fire (pt. 3)

part two • part four

Bucky x Reader

Summary: You were tired and your hair was a mess. All you were doing was putting your hair up, but the hair tie had other plans. Now you’re in this little war with Bucky. Who will win, who will lose?

Word Count: 1,200

Warnings: some cursing here and there, + almost nude buckster

Notes: at this point, i don’t even know if its considered a drabble. i love details too much to keep it short and simple. sue me. anyways, these pranks are getting intense. i’m not saying someone might actually get hurt…. but i’m also not saying that someone won’t. makes sense? no? well its 3:44 am so my brain is mush. apologizing in advance for typos, and mistakes. enjoy this cute war ~ let me know if youd like to be tagged :)

With your cheeks burning, you caustiously made your way back to your room. You closed your door, leaned your back against it and slowly slid down. First your phone, then your clothes… Whats next? God knows what else Buck has planned.

You sighed, rolling your eyes to the ceiling.

How did he even get my phone to stick to the ceiling like that? No tape, glue or string could have held a piece of metal like that. Unless…

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. run a scan on my entire room for any differences within the past two days” you called out. You got up, changing into your favourite black yoga tights with a worn out grey tank. As you dried your hair, the A.I replied back.

“It appears that you have a magnetic field coming in from above. Seems like the source is a-”

“Let me guess; electromagnet”

“Yes, that would be correct, Miss Y/N.”

So that’s how he did it. I should have known.. But where did he get one? Doesn’t matter. Answers aren’t a priority anymore. Revenge is. He wants a war, I’ll give him one.

You left your room only to find Nat and Tony in the kitchen.

“Oh hey, Y/N” Nat chuckled out, “I’m glad to see you found your clothes.”

Tony tried not to laugh, but you can see the ends of his lips poking out into a smile.

“Where is everyone?”

“They all went on a last minute scout mission, except for me, Tony and Wanda. We’re staying here to test out this new thing Tony has been working on.”

You nodded, and headed upstairs to find the room above you. To your surprise, it was Visions. At first, you felt bad about creeping around, but you had to find this magnet thing. As you crawled around the floor, you spotted something under the chair.

“Ah ha! Gotcha no-”

“You’d think that after years of intense training, you’d be better at snooping around.”

Nearly hitting your head on the chair, you sat up to meet eyes with Natasha. You could see she wasn’t mad, but rather curious and amused. You got up to walk towards her, holding the magnet in your hand.

“If you really want to know, Bucky and I have a war going on. Have any info on where he might’ve gotten this?” you asked her, hoping that she would know something. She let out another chuckle and grabbed your arm, pulling you downstairs to Tony’s lab.

“Wait, so you have a whole bunch of these magnet things?? For what?” you questioned Tony as you opened a few boxes, full of more magnets.

“If you’re that curious, I’ve been working on a new suit that uses these magnets to lock into place, causing more fluid mov-”

“Okay, okay I get it. How many would it take to cause someone to be stuck in place? As in, they’re not going anywhere?”

Tony gave you a questioning look, only to move his gaze towards Nat, who just shrugged.

“Y/N and Bucky are engaging in a prank war”

“Well in that case, be my guest Y/N. This is enough to keep that old popsicle in place. Here’s a remote that controls the strength and power. Just remember to turn the things on.”

You beamed as Tony handed you a medium sized box, placing the control on the top. Thanking Tony and Nat, you took off.

Alright, the magnets are in place. Now I just have to get him in here.

Deviously laughing to yourself, you awaited for Sam and Bucky to meet you in the gym. Once you finished setting up the magnets in place, you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to notify the both of them to come down to the gym for a little training. You had placed two sets of magnets; one above the ring and one above the door frame. This was going to be good.

“Alright Y/N, you ready to get your ass handed to you?” Wilson called out from the door. You let out a small laugh, and hopped into the ring.

“Bring it, birdboy.”

Within ten minutes, you managed to pin Sam down twice. You got up, lending your hand outwards to help him get up. He waved your hand away, and rolled out of the ring.

“Honestly, I’m just tired from the mission. Give it a go with grandpa over here” he said, nudging Bucky into the ring. You maneuvered your pointer finger at him, signaling him to come at you. He gave you one of his famous smirks before hopping into the ring.

“I’ll try to go easy on you, doll” he said in that sarcastic tone.

“Oh please, Bucky dear” you stepped towards him, getting rid of the space in between. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and leaned dangerously close, whispering into his ear.

“I got you right where I want you”

With that, you quickly pressed the button on the control, and a low hum began. You pulled away from Bucky’s grasp, watching as his arm swung upwards to the ceiling.

“Wait wha-” he barely managed to say, as he zoomed up to the ceiling. He was just a few feet off the ground, so there was no harm.

“Y/N WHAT THE FUCK” he yelled out, as he tried to pull his arm off the ceiling. You and Sam were officially on the ground, dying of laughter. The both of you were laughing so hard, that you’d probably have an asthma attack.

“Sam hurry! Let’s get out of here before Buckaroo kills us” you choked out.

“Us? You mean, YOU! I have nothing to do with this” he said between gasps of air.

As you two made it to the door, you pressed the button again, releasing Bucky. He landed upright, only stumbling to the side before jumping out of the ring, heading straight for you. You quickly stepped into the hallway, making sure to keep a safe distance from the door.

“You are so dea-”

“Ah, ah, ahh, not if I have something to buy me a few extra minutes of life” you amusingly replied, pressing the button once Bucky reached the door.

Once again, the low hum rang out and within a few seconds, Bucky was hanging on the door frame. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the world’s deadliest assassin, hanging helplessly from a door. Stepping closer, you decided to take your prank further.

“If I recall this morning, I was missing my clothes” you smirked at Bucky, “it would be a shame… if..”

You rapidly grabbed ahold of the elastic band of Bucks short, pulling them down carefully and off his body.

“Jesus Y/N sTOP” he said, raising his voice “you win! okay? let me down!”

“Oh no, I don’t think so. You wanted a war, and now you got one.”

You let out a playful evil laugh, walking away as you swung his shorts around and over your shoulder. Leaving Bucky hanging out in the open, revealing grey boxer briefs with red, white and blue stars. Once you were clear, you pressed the button to let him down.

“This is far from over, sweetheart” he mumbled under his breath.

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