two costumes in one

Another headcanon coming your way guys: Robbie is the one who makes all those custom outfits that the kids wear all the time

Stephanie, for example, oftentimes is wearing costumes or whatever, but it’s always…personalized? Like there’s usually an S on it somewhere, it mirrors her usual outfit very well

My headcanon is that Robbie, the gigantic softie that he is, whips up a costume or two for one of the kids whenever inspiration strikes, and leaves it in a box around town

The kids never really questioned it, they just know that the “costume boxes” are always fun to rifle through, and they take it for granted, because they’re eight and don’t really think too hard about it while they’re looking for something to play with.

The Anniversary

Chapter 1

————- Marinette’s POV———–

“Buzzzzz” “Buzzzzzz”

Marinette opened her eyes groggily. She glanced to the clock on her desk. It was 7:00 in the morning. She had 30 mins to get ready for school.

She groaned tiredly as she hoisted herself out of bed. She was about to start getting dressed in her usual floral shirt and pink jeans, when out of the corner of her eye she noticed her calendar.

After seeing the date she was suddenly wide awake.

“How could I have forgot!” She chided herself.

It was Friday, September 1st. Three years ago today The superhero team Ladybug and Chat noir saved Paris for the first time, and her school was planning on celebrating the occasion by having a dress-up day. All of the students were expected to wear a costume of one of the two iconic heroes.

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  • Beauty and the Beast  is one of my Favorite Movies and I love SVTFOE (STARCO FOR LIFE cof cof XD) so ….I decided to put this two wonderful thing together and draw this ^^
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anonymous asked:

I think another factor was Emma Watson trying to take creative control over her costumes, I imagine she was like one of those clients who you invite to a fitting and then they proceed to tell you how to do your job

That’s definitely one of the components here.

She’s said she has a femintistic take on the role, and wanted to transform Belle from being an object of desire to become a woman with her own agency. It appears she didn’t think a proper corseted bodice and a hoop skirt fitted that vision. Though mixing up the two is one of the most erroneous costume myths out there - which many has discussed quite well both on Tumblr and elsewhere.

What surprise me is that designer Jacqueline Durran OK’d it. I think she was very much on board on the feministic take on the role and the idea that every piece should be comfortable, wearable and “able for Belle to ride horseback in”. But it doesn’t have to mean a bland prom gown? I’m also surprised by just how much work they apparently put into the gown:

“…it took 10 people and 238 hours to create. They tested multiple yellow fabrics before finding the right shade, embellished the gown in feathers, gold leaf and glitter, and completed the look with hand-painted 18th century heels” ( X )

All I think is that… it doesn’t really show?

anonymous asked:

Reread the Halloween ask (specifically Red's portion and his reaction to skele costumes) and decided to look up sexy skele costumes. I managed to find at least two that have pelvises. One is a black-fabric-white-bones tight minidress with long gloves and thigh highs--the bones are simple with a heart/SOUL behind the ribs. The other is pretty much a white-fabric-black-bones long-sleeved leotard with garter thigh highs and the bones slightly more detailed with no heart. Which do the skeles prefer?

( *I really liked this ask.  I’m a big believer that they’d be fascinated by the costumes, especially during their first or second Halloween. )

Bonus to the Skelebros Discover Halloween imagine.


He’s down for the more detailed leotard.  The more realistic the bones look, the sexier they are, and the pelvis lines up perfectly.

That, and the red heart/SOUL on the other gives him some terrible flash-backs.



He secretly likes the mini-dress.  Shh, don’t tell.


“now we’re talkin’~”

He can’t stop making “wanna bone?” puns and “i’d ask ya if you wanna skeleton on ya, but you already have one.  so how’s about another one in ya?”  He likes both, but if he has to choose, the leotard one.  He prefers it when SOULs aren’t involved in this.


He’s blushing bright red the first time he sees someone dressed in either costume.  It occurs while he’s busy chasing some poor trick-or-treaters off his lawn.  He stumbles while he’s gawking, and then comes to a full stop to openly stare.  


Then, he turns around and full-on sprints back into his house.  If Sans saw that, he’s never going to live it down.  



He likes the one with the dress.  The simple bones remind him of his bone attacks, and the gap between the thigh-highs and the mini-dress leave plenty of smooth skin showing.  The skin is his favorite part, and the printed bones are just a bonus reminder of just what lurks beneath that skin.


He’s also a fan of the dress, actually, for the same reason of his brother; he likes the skin.  And.. he also likes the fact that the dress is so short.. and has the potential to show off quite a bit if the wearer decides to sit down and cross their legs or bend over.  Bones are great, sure, but he’s not interested in another skeleton.  He can get past the red SOUL, too, since he’s realized that it’s just how hearts are depicted for humans.  

Springs in the Summer (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Hey guys! This is actually a combination of requests. Since two of them were so similar, I just decided to combine them instead of writing two incredibly similar stories. This one-shot includes the requests of “I Can’t Swim!” (with Ham my man) and “Hamilton and the other revolutionaries seeing you in a swimming costume for the first time.” Also, I figured knocking two birds with one stone would be great, considering I didn’t post yesterday; since I graduated from high school! I won awards for high honors, and got my ropes for music honors society, latin honors society and the international thespian society. Thank you for all your kind words and encouragements during my finals, you guys really mean the world to me. But without any further ado, lets get FLUFFING.

The creek gurgled and bubbled cool water beneath your feet as you felt the unforgiving rays of the sun inflict themselves upon your complexion. You were going to miss this place. 

Today was the armies last day working in the area, with the battle already won, there was nothing left to do but pack up and move to the next location for another battle. Although, being a revolutionary war nurse, you often moved from place to place, but for some strange reason, you felt this particular area resonate with you more so than any other had. The camp was surrounded by an oasis of fresh, green grass littered with colorful summer flowers and tall oak trees. However, your favorite feature was always the large creek, an astonishing seven feet deep, that cool,crisp water calmly flowed in. You stood there for a few minutes, watching the occasional fish dart by, or leaf from a nearby tree flutter through the air, then gently land on top of the current, to be swept away and deposited into the nearby pond. 

You wondered how this sanctum and the revolutionary war could possibly exist in the same world, at the same time. 

“Hey.” a voice suddenly said behind you, making you jump at the sudden disruption.

You spun around, startled. Sure enough, it was the major general’s right hand man himself. He always seemed to be running into you.

“Alexander!” you gasped, hand clutched firmly to the front of your uniform, as if to prevent your heart leaping out of your chest.

“My God, you almost scared the life out of me.”

“Sorry,” he replied, “I couldn’t help but stop and notice the impeccable beauty.”

You nodded your head in agreement. “This place truly is a work of God above.”

He huffed, his flirtation sailing right over your head.

“Say,” he began again, “the other revolutionaries as well as myself are all going in for a dip in about ah hour, would you like to come?” His brown, shoulder-length hair fluttered a bit in the gentle breeze.

You were taken back a bit by his request. Typically the nurses didn’t take part in any of the revolutionaries’ celebrations or parties. The men, they said, always were too loud and too drunk. And not to mention, wearing a swim suit around the men would be an adventure all on its own. Most of these men had not seen a woman dressed in anything less revealing than a typical nurse uniform for months. Still, you were quite fond of Hamilton, and wanted to spend your last few hours in the heavenly place with him.

“Yes,” you replied. “I would like that very much.”

He grinned his trademark sly grin, “Very well.”

He grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles softly. 

“I will see you back here in an hour’s time.”

He turned and walked away, the tail of his coat gently flapping behind his as he returned to his tent, probably to write. You turned back to the creek and inhaled a deep breath of fresh air, watching the water gently tumble over the smooth stones that bordered it.

This should be fun.


You could already hear a group of men splashing and laughing in the creek as you made your way towards it. It was nice to see them like this, having fun and enjoying themselves. More often than not, they were on the battlefield, risking their lives for what they believed in, while seeing their comrades massacred. It was nice to see the humanity they still had in them. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as they began a splash fight, looking like little kids. You kept you hand firmly clasped on the bed sheet you had wrapped around your body that doubled as both a cover-up and towel to be used eventually. Not that you had any intentions of swimming, but just to lay on the ground and sit on while you read your book and watched the commotion. You saw Hamilton and his friends, Lafayette, Laurens and Mulligan all in the creek, appearing to be partaking in a game of chicken. Laurens sat on Lafayette’s shoulders while Hamilton perched on Mulligan’s, and the top half wrestled as the bottom tier tried to keep their balance, impaired by the fighting men on top of them.

Finally approaching a spot under the shade of a large tree, you set the book down on the ground, and began to unwrap the bed sheet that covered you. As you slowly removed it, you felt several pairs of eyes fall onto your body. You were wearing a dark-blue two piece bathing suit (one pieces were hard to come by these days due to fabric conservation) the bottom half started at your mid-waist and stopped at the bottom of your hip bone, while the top piece was a halter, wrapping around your neck for support, your breasts slightly spilling out of it. The crowd grew quieter as you stood in the open with such a revealing outfit on, bending down to smooth out your blanket. When you sat down and looked back out on the crowd, you saw that just about everyone’s head was fixed in your direction, and the chicken game that had been going on completely stopped, all four men remaining in position, but gawking at you. You blushed and cracked your book open, trying to take some attention off yourself. The noise eventually resumed, the men going back to their games or conversation, but you felt their occasional glances. Alexander and his gang still stared, when Laurens said something you couldn’t hear. Whatever it was, it caused all the men to laugh, and Alexander blushed as he completely shoved John off of Lafayette’s shoulders, sending him crashing into the water. 

You sat with your book, enjoying it and passing the time. It was good to feel some rays of sun on your skin. Most of the time you were cooped up in the hospital tent, and your complexion suffered because of that. 

Suddenly, drops of water began hitting the paper pages of your novel. It couldn’t be raining, could it? But you found the source as soon as you looked up, a drenched Alexander smiling down at you, beads of water dripping off of his hair and onto your precious book.

“Coming in?” he asked, eager to get back into the water, his crew anxiously waiting for you.

“No thanks, Alex. I’m not entirely fond of swimming,” you responded, dodging your secret.

“Aw, come on… the water’s great,” he pouted, still hanging above you.

“I’ll take your word for it,” you said while smiling, returning to your book and wordlessly dismissing him.

“Fine, have it your way.” he replied, turning around and walking back to the creek. You saw him turn to his friends, and say something while gesturing his head towards you. They smiled, and all clamored out of the water together.

You shot Hamilton a confused look as his friends walked away from the pool. He replied with a large, toothy smile. You shrugged and continued reading your book, ignoring the odd exchange.

Suddenly, an arm reached out from behind you and your book was snatched from your hands. You spun around to meet nose-to-nose with a very mischievous looking Laurens, beaming at you.

You raised your eyebrows at him, then two hands wrapped around your wrists, while another two seized your ankles. You realized it was Lafayette with the tight grip on your ankles, while Mulligan held your wrists. Before you could realize what was happening, they had lifted you up in the air and were quickly carrying you towards the spring.

“Wait, let go!” you screeched, trying to tug your hands out of their grasp, to no avail.

“Calm down, amour eux,” Lafayette grinned as they took position by the side of the water. “It’ll make this easier.”

“ONE!” all four men called out, as they swung your body towards the water.

You fought their hold and shrieked as they swung you away from the water, building up momentum for the next swing.

“TWO!” they yelled again, you began to panic as they swung you towards the water again, realizing you were running out of time.

As they guided your body away from the water, building up power for one last swing.

“Wait! I can’t…I can’t…” you cried out frantically.


You felt their grips loosen and release as you flew through the air.

“I can’t swim!” you screamed out as your body crashed deep into the water.

The cool, crisp water enveloped your body and you heard the laughs of fellow soldiers, watching the display from land. 

Your animal instincts quickly kicked in, as you began clawing at the water around you, trying to find the surface. The current began gently guiding you downstream. 

You desperately writhed in the water and tried to manage your remaining oxygen supply. However, as time crept on and you continued to thrash, you felt your lungs burning in need of air. You continued to try and paddle your war up to the surface, to no avail. You felt yourself being carried even further down the spring.

As much as you tried to resist it, your natural instincts took over as you opened your mouth, and sucked in a large mass of water to try and appease your lungs. You suddenly felt very tired, and seemed at peace with yourself, stopped fighting and let the water caress your skin. Alexander was right. The water was great. Black dots began appearing, growing larger and larger as they ate at your vision. 

Suddenly the world was black. Peaceful. Silent. 

You sensed large crash behind you, as your body decided it was content with the water in your lungs, and began to shut down. 

You weren’t even startled by the hands that hooked under your arms, and began dragging you upwards. Your limp body followed their tug. You began feeling a solid, rough surface underneath you as you were dragged to the shore, and an ear pressed to your chest. Then you a different pair of hands support your head, as a pair of lips connected with yours, and their deep exhale filled your mouth. Then, hands pushed firmly down at the area where your sternum ended.

One, two, three.

The pair of lips returned to yours, filling you with air, then returning to push down on your sternum.

One, two, three. 

The pattern continued on, before you began coughing, sputtering up mouthfuls of water as the man propping your head up turned it, so you didn’t choke. Water splashed onto the ground as it left your lungs, and you were able to open your eyes, vision slowly returning along with control over your body as you desperately filled your burning lungs with air. You looked up, and saw Laurens holding your head, and Alexander hovering above you, pausing the CPR, with terrified eyes. Several other soldiers stood around, worried expressions on their faces and trying to help, but with really no way to.

You slowly steadied your breathing from frantic breaths into slow, calmer ones. Everyone had their eyes locked on you, waiting for some kind of declaration that you were okay.

“Sorry…about…that…” you breathed, as everyone breathed out a collective sigh.

Hamilton gathered you into a hug and you hung limply, your muscles still a bit week from the sudden loss of control.

“Oh God, don’t ever scare me like that again (Y/N)…” 

You managed to place your hand on his back, trying to comfort him.

“It’s okay, I’m fine.” you cooed.

The crowd slowly began to disperse as they realized you were fine, leaving only Laurens, Mulligan, Lafayette, Hamilton and you. 

“So…ah, we’re…uh…really-” Hercules began.

Pardon,” Lafayette finished.

“It’s okay,” you quickly responded, not trying to press guilt on any of the men. “You didn’t know, you were just trying to involve me in the fun. No need for an apology.” you smiled, before feeling an immense pressure in your lungs and sputtering up more water, Laurens hand gently guiding your head, making sure you wouldn’t choke.

Once you were finished, you looked back at him and smiled.

“Thank you.”

He returned the grin.

“So…I take it you would like to go back to your tent?” Hamilton offered, trying to get out of the area where you almost lost your life.

“Yes, please.” you responded.

You struggled to get to your feet, and Lafayette quickly rushed to your side and supported you, while Hamilton took the other side. Hercules gently laid your blanket over your shoulders, covering you, and handed your book to Alexander. You felt blood rush to your legs and awaken them as you attempted to walk. Lafayette and Hamilton practically supported all of your weight during the first few steps, where you practically mimicked a baby deer with your wobbly legs. Eventually, you could walk quite comfortably, and Lafayette kissed the side of your head before parting off in the direction of his tent.

“Feel better, petit cerf,” he said before walking towards his tent. 

Hamilton remained by your side and continued to walk you back to your tent as the other men wished you a healthy recovery and made their way back to their tents. you wobbled along with Hamilton, before completely gaining back the strength in your legs, and only having to slightly lean into Hamilton’s shoulder for support. You approached the tent, and you both stood in front of the opening, as you both knew you did not want to go inside just yet.

“Thank you.” you said, breaking the silence.

He looked taken aback.

“Me? For what? I basically told my friends to drown you.”

You chuckled slightly.

“As I said before, there’s no reason to feel guilty. You didn’t intend for that to happen. And I should thank you for jumping in after me, by the way.”

He smiled and hung his head down.

“Ah, it’s the least I could do.”

Silence. You both looked at each other longingly. 

“You know,” he suddenly started, “I was hoping our first kiss would be under less life-threatening circumstances.”

“Ah,” you agreed. “At least we have an ample amount of time to make up for it.”

He smiled. You both slowly moved towards each other, he having to dip his head down slightly as your lips connected into a soft, passionate kiss.

You kissed again, not breaking the contact, feeling his silky, warm lips.

You parted, and then softly buried your head into his shoulder. His head leaned down onto yours, pressing you into him.

“That was really scary.”

“I know.” he responded, kissing the side of your head.

You slowly drew off of him, taking his hands into yours.

“I really should start packing the supplies, we leave pretty early tomorrow.” you started.

“You’re sure you can manage?” he asked, still willing to help you.

“I think I’m fine thank you,” you smiled up at his reassuringly. 

“Well then, I’d better get going, Washington probably needs me by now.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” you said, half statement and half question.

He nodded.

“Definitely,” he said as he pressed a kiss to your cheeks. “I’ll see you in the morning, my love.”

“I look forward to it.”

He smiled at you, then began to walk back to his tent. You watched as he became smaller and smaller, then disappeared behind the flaps of the tent. You could see his figure as he pumped his fists in the hair, jumped up and down and let out a victory cry.

You smiled.

What a dork.

The breeze flowed softly, and you directed your attention back down to the babbling creek, small but still visible in the distance. The leaves on the branches shoot, and you heard the chirping of birds and soft whispering of the long, wild grass as it gave way to the wind.

How crazy is it. You thought.

That little paradises such as this live in the same world and timeframe as a horrendous war.

And how crazy is it, that in the middle of it all, were people as incredible as Hamilton.

We were tagged by @quinlyandreveries

Rules: tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better

Nicknames: none | French Fry, Nilla

Zodiac: Aries | Sagittarius

Height: 5′5 | 5′7

Last thing i googled: Missha | Fenrir Greyback for research

Song stuck in my head: What if by Tokio Hotel | Digimon OST songs

Last movie i watched: Star Wars Rouge One | Star Wars Rouge One

What am i wearing right now: black Star Wars trousers, Batman shirt and teddy cardigan | Fluffy blue-white striped roomwear

What do i post: Harry Potter and RP things

Why did i choose my url: Showing our love for the Marauders, though Becci thought about changing it.

Religious or spiritual: Spiritual | Spiritual

Fave color: grey | lavender

Avg hours of sleep: 8-9 | 6-7

Lucky number: none | none

Favorite character: Jacob (Twilight) | Jiro (OC)

How many blankets i sleep with: two | one

Dream job: egyptologist | costume designer

Tagging: @the-moon-and-stars-my-love @ask-rubeus-hagrid @masksofmickey @potterheadbbc @egdramaqueen @xxkatygirliexx @iwontscreaminmyhead @rikkachloechan We don’t know who already did it so…

“Goodbye John…”

My absolute favourite photo to come out of yesterday’s day at Comic Con, I’m now tired and trying to stuff two costume changes into a bag that barely fits one, but day two here I come!

Pitch Perfect Avengers AU
  • (Beca, Chloe, and the rest of the team arrive at the top floor of Conrad Tower. The elevator doors open to reveal Stacie, slender form encased in the Iron Man suit from the neck down, and Aubrey, only her head free of the red, white and blue costume she spends two thirds of her life in, wrapped around one another)
  • Beca "Hawkeye" Mitchell: Wuh-huh-ooaa. Dude.
  • (Aubrey presses a gloved hand against Stacie's red metal shoulder and shoves the taller woman away. Her super-strength is probably the only reason Stacie budges.)
  • Patricia "Thor" Amy: Well, well, well. I didn't think you'd have even *considered* lady-lovin', Cap'. Did they have those back in your day?
  • "Captain" Aubrey Posen: This isn't what it looks like!
  • (Beca rolls her eyes, moving towards the fridge, one bare arm reaching for the door and brushing against the leather of her vest)
  • Chloe "Black Widow" Beale: Aubrey, it's fine. (She smiles at her friend) We're just glad you two worked out your...
  • Beca: Raging gamma ray boners.
  • Amy: Uh, excuse me, but the Thunder from Down Under deems this too soon for our Asian friend. (Beca apologises by bringing Lilly a beer from Stacie's fridge.)
  • Lilly "Hulk" Onakuramara: (In a faint whisper) Sometimes I destroy chunks of Metropolis and blame Superman.
  • Amy: No, but seriously, can I just say-
  • (Chloe throws Amy and Beca a stern look. Beca hides her grin around the beer bottle and adjusts her bow so that she can hop up to sit on Stacie's huge island counter)
  • Chloe: That we're all really happy for you guys. I mean... You *are* together, right?
  • (Stacie smirks, nuzzling the side of Aubrey's head as she pulls Captain America herself flush against the front of her lithe form)
  • Stacie "Iron Man" Conrad: Finally penetrated her shield.
  • Amy: Mmm, not a good enough reason to use the word penetrate....
  • Aubrey: Oh my god.
Halloween costumes

Hiromi goes all out. She loves to have two different costumes. One for all day, and another for the evening. She plans months in advance. Whether she dresses as a witch, a pirate, or something else the outfit is classy and empowering. She dresses to impress!

Max joins Hiromi in choosing what he’ll be months in advance. He’d want to go as his favorite movie characters. Tough, prone to adventure are the characters he likes to dress up as.

Tyson is to the type to decide about a month before. He likes to do historical characters involving swords or popular tv character. Granted sometimes he likes to go as himself. He pretends to be “dressing up” as the great bladebreaker so he can brag about himself.

Kai doesn’t do Halloween. End of story. He did it once when hiromi begged him but at the end of the night. he decided people where too stupid and crazy on Halloween. No one ever figured out what he was dressed as. All he did was take off his face paint and scarf…. and when asked who he was he gave them a “don’t be stupid look”

Rei avoids Halloween like a plague. His first Halloween with the group he didn’t know what to go as and trusted Hiromi to choose. Since he has slight fangs, Hiromi decided he should go as a vampire. Hiromi put on what he thought was face paint to make him appear paler, but when he looked in the mirror he realized he was paler and to his horror sparkled as well! He’s never lived it down, and Hiromi has never regretted it. She’s got some great photos out of it!!

Kenny likes to go as various anime characters. He easily gets embarrassed so his outfit usually hides his face in a mask since he fears people will judge him for his costumes. He usually has the best costume though!

Shit that happened in rehearsals/preforming nights

SM#2: There are two stage managers, one person who is in costumes, one person for sound and lighting, one person on spot light, and a few stage hands.
SM#1: Don’t forget us and the costume manager (me) do props, hair, and makeup.
Me: We also sit in the off stage cubicle and read lines.
SM#2: *aggressively sighs*

Actor: Uh oh, tech week is coming up.
Me: Yeah…
*actor leaves for cue*
SM#2: That little shit is the reason the whole production is a tech week for us.

Sound tech: *crying in a corner*
Me: honey what happened?
Sound: *point towards a million tangles cords on the sound board*
(We spent an hour untangling and replugging the cords) Spotlight: We’re out of cups Stagehand: *Walks in with a Pringles Can full of Pepsi* Spotlight: Gidget no. Actor: What if we use glitter? Both SMs: NO!!!! Sound tech: DROP THAT MIC AND I WILL FUCKING BEAT YOU Me: CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR EVERYONE CAN SEE BACKSTAGE SM#2: *monotone voice* You’ve got mail *whips his head so hard his glasses fly into the audience* Me: *crawls up a set of stair during the middle of a show cause no one can shut a fucking door* Director: Everyone don’t freak out, you’ll be fine. Main Actor: But I’m still nervous! Sound Tech: *over the speakers* LITTLE MAN GROW SOME BALLS!!!!! Me: *Bribes Sound Tech to play Beastie Boys and AC/DC* Sound tech, SM#2, Me: *Dancing to Bees Gees while everyone is in the prop room* Actress: *Helping her in a quick change* Zip me daddy Me: Language SM#2: *everytime “Stayin Alive” plays* Moriarty SM#2, Stagehand: *holding an ass slapping contest during preforming nights* That’s all I can think of off the top of my head, but there are plenty more.

Is this the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen or is this SO FREAKING BEAUTIFUL!! (teaser for my new video that’s coming up soon!)

No, It’s Bucky: Chapter 9a

Type: Reader insert

Relationship/pairing: Bucky/ Female Reader

Word count: 2,749

Warnings: Language (curse words etc) Mentions of Porn. Just horrible writing.

Reader and Bucky reunite after the reader returns home to work after 6 years of no contact. 


A/N: I broke this up because it would have been WAY too long if I continued to write it as I had planned so Chapter 9 will be in two parts. I also based the costume shop after the one near my house as it is probably my favourite place to go.

All errors are mine.

 | Part 8 |              | Part 9b

Originally posted by unlucky--bucky

The day seemed to speed by and before you knew it you were packing up for the day and out the main doors with Wanda, heading towards your cars. The sudden smile on Wanda’s face should have alerted you to the fact something was happening but you noticed too late when suddenly an arm was thrown around your shoulders.

“All ready for our date later, babe.” There stood Bucky, cocky smile on his face as he pulled you closer to him, your body colliding with him as you tried to get away. How he always managed to find you was a mystery and if only he would stop calling you those stupid pet names.

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