Pairing: Reader x 40s!Bucky Word Count: 1.4K Warnings: Fluff
A/N: I’ve always wanted to write a 40s!Bucky fic, I hope it’s okay!
“C’mon, Buck,” Steve nervously glances at the clock, knowing that you’d be showing up any moment, “She needs someone to teach her how to dance. I’d do it myself, but I’d just stand on her feet and mess it up,”
“Pal,” Bucky whines for the fifth time, “I jus’ don’t wanna, okay?”
“We’ve known her since school,” Steve tries to reason, “Just do her this one lil’ favour. You love dancing!”
“I don’t wanna help her good at dancin’ so that she can impress another fella,” Bucky confessed, “She’s always refused to let me take her dancing, so why should I help her?”
Steve sighs, and readies himself for another argument about Bucky’s crush on you. But a soft knock at the door stops him, “Because she’s here and I already told her that you’d help,” Steve quickly whispers.
Bucky groans, making Steve give him a satisfied smirk. Steve knew that Bucky could never say no to you in person.
“Did you really think hiding your cheek bones was going to fool anyone?” “Do I…know you?” “Have we met before?” “Are you sure I don’t know you?” “Your eyes are absolutely captivating.” “I don’t think we’ve met yet.” “May I have this dance?” “You look positively enchanting this evening.” “I’d know those dazzling eyes anywhere.” “These skirts make it so hard to move.” “Some of these costumes are so extravagant. They must have cost a fortune.” “You look quite ravishing in that dress.” “You look quite handsome in that suit.” “Can I see your face?” “I don’t think you want to see my face.” “My God, you could fit an entire circus under her pannier. How’d she even fit through the door?” “Champagne?” “My feet are killing me.” “I never thought I’d see you in something so fancy.” “I feel like I’m rubbing elbows with the queen right now.” “Care to sneak away with me? I doubt we will be missed.” “Can you guess who I am under here?” “I’d compliment your beauty, but I can’t see it under there. You’ll have to accept my compliments to your mask instead, it’s quite lovely.” “I can’t hear you through that mask. Did you really have to choose one that covers your mouth?” “Do you know who I am?” “Do you know who she is?” “Do you know who he is?” “You’re very light on your feet.” “Ow! It’s like you have two left feet.” “I’m a terrible dancer.” “Who cares if you’re a good dancer? Have fun! No one will know it’s you anyway!” “No one’s asked me to dance all night…” “I feel like I’m in a dream!” “Can we please go home? This is torture.” “How did I ever let you talk me into coming here?” “I prefer watching from the sidelines to participating.” “You’ve spent the entire evening at the snack table.” “Can I cut in?” “I have to go.” “I’m not supposed to be here. If they catch me I’m in trouble!” “Please. What is your name? I want to see you again.”
dance even if you have two left feet, sing even if you sound like a dying cat, draw even if you think you can’t, write even if it doesn’t make sense. make art. live life. don’t worry about what u or the things you make look like. have fun baby you’re doing great
“Had a great session with Anthony Mcgann and his son Jack"Pilgrim"Mcgann today.Couldn’t be more grateful for their time. They’ve had enough of my bent arm.Time wasting.90% of my game lost because of my footwork. So..40year old needs to focus much more
: Willing to bet money that at least once, Will bribed the Demeter kids to grow 13 black roses for him and he put them all in a big beautiful bouquet and left it in front of the door of the Hades cabin for Nico to find later
:when the camp Halloween party draws near, Nico and Will decide to dress up as Hades ad Persephone, but the other way around just to mess with everyone. So Nico wears a black rose flower crown and Will is wearing some of Nico’s clothes with an added black robe for dramatic effect. So when they show up to the party, everyone is just looking at them extreamly confused while Piper and Annabeth are taking pictures
: Nico talks a lot with his hands (according to the book. I mean he is Italian) and sometimes Will has to stifle his laughter because he thinks its so adorable.
: Sometimes when Nico and Will go out on a date, the rest of The Seven will follow them around ingonito to make sure nothing goes wrong. ESPECIALLY the date where Nico plans on proposing (I like to think he’s really good at grand romantic gestures (which is from another solangelo headcanon, which I did not write, so credit where credit Is due)) Frank is definitely the bird’s eye spy for obvious reasons. Annabeth is the stealth master with her Yankees cap, :Nico is secretly a kickass dancer (especially when it comes to Liny Hop, Jazz, and Swing Dancing) While poor Will has two left feet. Nico sees this as an opportunity to spend more time with Will by teaching him how to dance.
:One day Nico decides to shadow travel him and Will to Venice and spend the day together and just mill about being all cute together <3
:Sometimes, Nico and Will get into a competition of one-upping eachother in the grand romantic gestures department, most of which Nico wins. But the one time Will actually won was when he got up and started a one man flash mob to “Classic” by MTKO in a tuxedo and top hat (bless his heart, he pulled 3 all nighters to come up with the choreography for it).Piper, Annabeth, and Jason (the original Solangelo shipper) made absolutely sure that Nico had a front row seat.
:Whenver Will finds out that Nico hasn’t eaten, he remembers that the boy has a weakness for McDonalds so in order to get him to eat, Will will ask Nico to shadow travel them there (Will is pretty smug about finally getting Nico to eat something without begging, pleading, or threatening to tell Jason, Reyna, Piper, Hazel, Percy, Annabeth, and Frank about how many meals he’s been skipping)
: Hades and Apollo have had a bet in place for a while on who will be the one to propose and when Nico tosses an Apple to Will one day with a ring of gold with a silver skull imbedded in the center of a golden sunflower in the middle tied to the stem, Hades wins to he shock and surprise of pretty much everyone.
Broken yet happy. Faithful but faithless in the same stride. I have two sides. With each passing tick on my watch I battle with just whom I am going to be. Whether the hopeless romantic cynic. Or the loyal liar with pants ablaze. Picking a beautiful Lilly with the intent to “save” it. Lonely yet so full of love and never alone. Being a walking oxymoron is like having two left feet and still buying one right shoe.
So this is an original song I wrote, which tbh was pretty inspired by the Love Square™. I can imagine all sides of the Adrien and Marinette singing this too each other honestly. Sorry if I’m not the best singer !
Lay with me
Underneath the shade of this tree
And just imagine whatd it be like
To give it all up on a free ride
Lets go out today
Skip the sidewalks in the streets we play
Close our eyes and count to fifty
hold my hand when ya start to miss me
Oh baby mine
Look what you do to me
We’re a messy pair, a little more than weird
And yet I wont stand it if you arent here
Oh baby mine
How could I resist?
When you stare at me,
like Im all there is
Baby Mine x2
Stay the night
We’ll be doing more than pillow fights
Dont make a sound, or we’ll get caught
My Pops’ll decide if thats fun or not
Dont worry babe
Hold onto me we’ll simply sway
Youve got two left feet, and Ive got two more
But that wont stop us on that dance floor
And as I see you there
Admit it, we’re quite the pair
Somehow it all works out
And nothing would ever compare
to my baby mine
Look what you do to me
Ill be by your side
When you need me there
If you’ll have me
How could I resist?
I’ll give it all to you, if you tell me this
my fave headcannon is Tony knows all the moves to formal dancing and although he grumbles he absolutely loves dancing and when bucky comes back, since he used to dance alot they find any excuse to dance and they eventually fall in love, before that tho, to buckys surprise, tony dip kisses him at a gala cos he got carried away and then panics cos obvs bucky won't feel the same
Lmao is this not Canon, would Maria not have insisted that her son learn all these dances (Don’t think about a young!Tony dancing with Maria and beaming at her because he’s pretty good and with a partner like his mother he feels amazing, it will make your heart hurt when you think about Maria being dead and Tony swaying around the hall by himself, arms around an invisible partner.)
I bet that to heal the anger and hurt, they try and talk about innocuous things instead of things that are emotionally charged. One day Bucky blurts out, “I miss swing dancin’ and the Lindy Hop. Today’s dances ain’t got nothin’ on them.” The closest Tony ever got to Swing was watching at competitions but he’s done the Lindy Hop. Tony haltingly admits that he’s always wanted to try swing dancing, but his instructors had only wanted to focus on ballroom. “I can pasodoble like a champ, though,” Tony says after a moment when Bucky’s sympathetic eyes are too much. Bucky’s expression goes flat. “The pasta-what-what?” “Get out of my workshop you heretic,” Tony orders immediately.
Tony suggests Bucky dance with Steve, because doesn’t Steve miss it, too? “I thought we were trying to work things out,” Bucky says, pained. Tony is a little bewildered by it. “Wha-?” “Why would you tell me to go get my feet tromped on by a brick wall with two left feet?” Tony can’t help a bark of laughter. Steve can apparently somersault out a window and land on his feet like a cat but can’t dance to save his life. How sad.
So sometimes they dance together, just for nostalgic purposes. And then Bucky gets cleared for public events, and they dance together just to impress people. (It works. Pepper is jealous. “You never danced like that with me.” “You never let me dance with you like that, Pepper. You didn’t try to lead but you didn’t let me do my job to lead properly, either.”) Their dances become the highlight of the galas. A couple of professional dancers are invited by a petty debutante pissed off at Tony for one reason or another, and they put the rest of the couples to shame.
“I can’t move my hips like that,” Bucky admits as the man twirls his pretty partner across the floor. “I can,” Tony retorts, and holds his hands up to be led. Bucky nearly chokes because Tony has been leading up until now, being the expert on all the dances that the people at these fancy-shmancy parties know. Tony scowls at him when Bucky doesn’t immediately move to take his hands. “Bucky. Fucking swing me around the floor like a ragdoll. I will be your Ginger Rogers.” “But I’m better looking than Fred Astaire,” Bucky says as he takes Tony’s hand and sets his metal one on Tony’s waist. “You can be Gene Kelly then,” Tony sighs, rolling his eyes, but there’s a grin trying valiantly to shine through his playfully-annoyed expression. “I’ll take Gene Kelly,” Bucky replies, smirking, and then swings them onto the dance floor. Tony looks surprised, but then he laughs, delighted, and Bucky has one moment to think oh no before they’re swept up in the dancing. (The petty debutante is spitting mad at the end of the night, because while they hadn’t been nearly as good as the dancers she’d hired, the dancers had still stopped to watch as Bucky did a complicated move that Tony followed seamlessly and even clapped when Bucky and Tony had come to a stop, panting. This wasn’t why she’d fucking hired them.)
And of course they pine, that’s what these idiots do best, so they enjoy their dances, fingers lingering in each other’s hands, on their shoulders and waists. Everyone knows they’re in love with each other except them and it would be irritating if they weren’t so beautiful when they looked at each other longingly while they were dancing. “I hate this,” Natasha whispers, because these idiots could be together but they look so tragically beautiful as they dance. “No you don’t,” Pepper whispers back. “You don’t know my life!” Pepper rolls her eyes. She may not know Natasha’s life but she does know that Natasha is kind of a hopeless romantic, at least when it comes to her friends’ relationships.
And then one night they’re doing the waltz, and Tony is telling Bucky how much his mother hated the waltz, how she preferred tarantella, when Bucky looks at him with soft eyes and says, “I bet she loved dancing the waltz with you, doll.” And it’s true, Maria had smiled at him fondly after they danced and said, “But I don’t mind if it’s to teach you, darling,” and she’d chattered about hating the waltz but it never stopped her from dancing it. Tony is helpless to resist, stopping and dipping Bucky deeply, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips.
Bucky takes a sharp breath and Tony comes back to himself, mortified, because Bucky is staring at him with wide eyes and oh God their mouths are still mashed together in the world’s least graceful kiss. Tony leans back, flushed, stuttering, and he tries to say he’s sorry but all that comes out is, “Oh shit,” because he’d forgotten why he couldn’t do more than dip Bucky quickly. “Fuck!” he squawks as he’s thrown off by Bucky’s weight, both of them falling to the floor. Bucky wheezes, air knocked out of him from Tony’s full weight slamming into his chest. Tony thinks it’s possible that the hand he’d had on Bucky’s back might be broken from their combined weight. Fuck.
(Tony avoids Bucky outside of the workshop for days afterward, humiliated, because Bucky hadn’t said anything, just stood up and walked away. Tony’s been rejected before, even publicly, but this… this one hurt. Because he’d really liked Bucky. Now all he’s got to show for it is a fractured hand and an empty stool in the workshop. Why did he have to go for the dip? Why did he have to kiss him? Now everything was ruined. Bucky wouldn’t want to be near him again.)
((JARVIS informs Tony that Bucky is waiting for him in the gym, and Tony is miserable but he figures Bucky wants to reject him properly, with actual words, so he trudges into the gym anyway. But to his surprise, the lights are low, and there’s music playing, and he’s helpless to resist when Bucky holds his hand out to him and says, “Let’s try this again,” because he’s just so goddamn in love with him. He lets Bucky lead, tries to soak up the warmth of not having to think, just follow, tries to remember what this feels like in case this is the last dance they’ll ever have. He wants to weep.
And then Bucky’s expression goes from serious to fond, and he turns, and Tony gasps as he’s dipped backward, nearly parallel with the floor. His “oh!” of surprise is swallowed by Bucky’s mouth, and Tony’s heart flutters as Bucky’s tongue sweeps over his bottom lip before he nips it, tugs. It’s much better than the kiss Tony gave him. Tony lets go of Bucky’s hand to grasp his other shoulder, mewling, and Bucky whispers, “I didn’t wanna say anything in front of all those people. This is just for us, doll. No one’s watching.” Tony doesn’t care who watches, but he understands what Bucky’s trying to say. He tilts his head up for another kiss. Bucky obliges.))
(((“You just wanted to fucking show me up,” Tony accuses later. “That you could dip me to the floor but I can’t dip you!” “I’m bulkier than you, why would you be able to dip me when I have so many pounds on you?” Bucky asks, bewildered. Tony throws his hands up and begins to pace. “Unbelievable! Now you’re calling me weak!” “NO I’M NOT YOU FUCKIN’ ASSHOLE.” Tony finds he likes being kissed into submission.)))
Summary: At a cast party, your favorite song starts playing and you ask your best friend Jensen if he’ll dance with you.
Word Count: 995
Warnings: this might give you a cavity, drunk!Jared, cursing
A/N: Written for @wayward-mirage‘s Rat Pack Challenge! Sorry it’s past the deadline, I really suck.
“You almost ready?” Jensen called from the
living room as he buttoned up his cuff links.
You hummed and stepped into the hallway, black
heels clicking on hardwood floors. Jensen looked up from his task, his eyebrows
You look… amazing.” He coughed and stood,
meeting you by the door.
He helped you into your jacket as you blushed,
unsure of how to respond to his compliment. Opening the door for you, the two
of you made your way to the cast party to celebrate the 300th episode of
“There they are!” Jared’s voice boomed toward
you, followed closely by his hulking figure.
“Hey Jare, few drinks deep already, huh?” You
chuckled and adjusted his bowtie for him.
“Been waiting for you two! What took so long?
Some pre-party fuckin’?” He wiggled his eyebrows.