would you get old old fashioned with me

For The Ages

Jughead is crazy nervous about the thing currently weighing down his pocket.

A/N: okay so I’ve been on a chick-flick spree which resulted in this cheese-filled one shot. Fair warning: this has copious amounts of fluff and zero smut. Thanks for reading!


“You okay, Jug?” Betty asked, eyeing her apparently too-nervous-for-words boyfriend as he shuffled on his feet, unable to stay still.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. It’s just a bit chilly, wouldn’t you agree?” He asked and she shrugged, thankfully not asking for his jacket as they walked down the empty streets of Riverdale. It had been a while since they had come back here. After everything that had happened with Jason and Fred and Cheryl, Jughead and Betty couldn’t wait to get out of this small, once-perfect town. The only people they missed were their families – but Riverdale itself they were all too ready to bid goodbye to (well maybe except to Pop Tate).

“It’s weird being back here, isn’t it? Being alumni in Riverdale High and everything,” Jughead said, as they turned a corner. Betty’s smile was laced with nostalgia as she smiled at the empty streets. Riverdale had become even smaller since their leaving. It seemed most of the town had a similar idea about the safety of Riverdale following all the chaos that had happened.

“Yeah. I mean, I know this town wasn’t ever really safe but it still makes me feel… safe – is that weird?”

“It’s understandable,” Jughead said, slipping his hand into hers and intertwining their fingers. She smiled up at him.

“So, remind me why you wanted to come to Riverdale, again?”

“I told you! My dad wanted to see us.”

“Your dad wanted to see you.

“Betty, by this point, I’m pretty sure he loves you more than he loves me. When you went to get the pie, he wouldn’t stop talking about you. It was actually borderline creepy,” Jughead said, rolling his eyes. Betty chuckled as they walked past the newly constructed mall, where the drive-in had once stood. They looked at it and sighed. It was so out of place in Riverdale. The fanciness of a mall was unnecessary and stood out as too glamorous in the quiet neighbourhood. The couple eyed it distastefully.

“I mean, I guess it adds a new layer…?”

“It’s hideous, Betty,” he replied matter-of-factly and Betty had to agree.

“It really is the nail in the coffin that is Riverdale, isn’t it?” She echoed his words back at him and he grinned at her.

“Don’t remind me, Cooper. It was a dark time for me,” Jughead said, although they both knew he had written almost too many articles about his beloved drive-in since. Of course, they had all remained on his laptop – god knows people in New York couldn’t give less of a shit about a tiny drive-in closing in Riverdale and the sentiments it awakened in one of the best investigative journalists in the city. Besides, publishing articles about the drive-in sort of went against the whole good riddance feeling.

Betty glanced at her watch:

10:00 p.m. it read and she frowned. Jughead wanted to go to see Pop Tate (apparently the drive-in wasn’t where the sentimentality ended) but surely he would know that the diner would be closed right now. After all, he had basically lived there for a major part of his life.

“Jug, are you sure Pop Tate’s going to be up this late?” She asked as they managed to tear their eyes away from the anomaly that was the mall and continue their stroll.

“I told him I was coming so yes, I think he’ll stay open. Especially since I gave him the most business he’s ever had,” he said, wearing this accomplishment like a badge of honour. Betty raised an eyebrow at this in amusement, flustering him.

“What? He told me. He even had my picture put up in the diner when we left,” he said, although his ears were turning a little red. His mentioning the day they left brought back a flood of memories to Betty. Jughead and her had managed to get into universities in New York while Veronica and Archie were separated by an ocean – Archie was going abroad to study music. But, in their case, distance did make the heart grow fonder, it seemed. Betty and Jughead soon found themselves to be academic rivals which somehow only seemed to make their relationship stronger.

They were the couple that wasn’t meant to last. The couple that was running on “borrowed time” (as Jughead so eloquently put it in a fit of anger). And yet, here they were, seven years later – walking hand-in-hand as if they’d just gotten together last week.

Isn’t this what people like us – who have gone through what we’ve gone through – do?”

For the second time Jughead’s words echoed in Betty’s head. It made her smile to see where they were. Walking in the same place where they had started. It brought a smile to her face which Jughead noticed.

“What is it?”

“The last time we did this, there was a killer on the loose,” she replied and he laughed.

“I mean, statistically speaking, there is probably at least one right now, too.”

“Shut up. You know what I mean.”

“It’s nice,” he agreed and she smiled, adjusting her hand in his.

They approached the diner. It had somehow remained the only constant in Riverdale. The sign was still lit up and the warmth from within welcoming as they entered. The jukebox was already playing softly when they walked in and Betty sighed, allowing nostalgia and a real feeling of home wash over her as she inhaled the familiar scent of burgers and coffee. You had to look closely to see any changes – the booths were slightly more worn, the jukebox dustier, the floor holding a few more stains – but it remained more or less the same. Jughead hung back to shut the door behind them as Betty walked forward towards their regular booth.

“Where’s Pop Tate? In the–” she stopped short when she turned around to face Jughead. With both hands, he was holding a small black box. It was unassuming but Betty stood with bated breath.

Somehow she hadn’t seen this coming.

But now that she thought about it, it all made sense: the nervousness, the insistence on going to the diner, Jughead constantly feeling his pocket throughout the evening.

“Betty Cooper,” he began and then paused and Betty saw tears form in his eyes. She stood there frozen, waiting.

“Betty Cooper,” he began again after swallowing a few times, “you have been everything to me. For seven years, you have been my rock, my support system, and the only person who has believed in and stood by me through thick and thin. When I told you my dad wanted us to come to Riverdale that wasn’t strictly true. Well, actually it was true – he did badger me to come,” Betty let out a laugh at this and only then was aware of tears in her own eyes, “but I more wanted to meet your family. Not your dad – couldn’t care less about him – but I wanted to meet Polly. I wanted to meet Polly so I could ask her if I could–” he paused again, words apparently failing him. Betty took a step towards him, raising her eyebrows, asking him to continue.

He swallowed again.

“Not that I need anyone’s permission or that you’re anyone’s to give away. But I spoke to Archie who spoke to Veronica, who spoke to Kevin and they told me that I should talk to Polly. I know it’s old-fashioned but you know, it’s me – I’m an old soul. Sorry, I’m rambling,” he said, looking away and hastily wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Betty gave another laugh at this.

“It’s just… I never thought I would ever get… well, this. I never thought I could ever be so lucky. I never thought I would be lucky enough to meet my soulmate. Good god, this sounds cheesy as hell, doesn’t it? Sorry. I guess what I’m saying is: Betty Cooper, I had been irrevocably in love with you for the last seven years of my life and they have, without doubt been the best seven years a man could possibly hope for. With that said, would you do me the absolute honour and privilege of being my wife?”

She slowly came closer and, placing her hands on his cheeks –

“Yes.”

And she kissed him.

No matter how unexpected this had been, she realised, in that moment, that she didn’t even have to think about what her response was going to be. It had always been there – at the tip of her tongue just waiting to be said. 

After all, their love was one for the ages.

Summer Nights. {Rowaelin AU}

Okay. This is my end of a prompt exchange with @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty​ (read her end HERE), and follows the prompt: “The fire alarm went off at 3 am and now the cute guy from the apartment next door is standing next to me in his underwear,” with a Rowaelin pairing. It may not be my best work, but I think we can all agree that this gives us major Rowaelin feels.

Are we the only ones that picture Rowan as a boxer-brief guy?

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Aelin thought she was still dreaming when she heard the fire alarm, but her eyes opened to find the terrible truth: it was real. To her dismay, she rose from her bed, groggy and annoyed, and slipped on her flip flops before grabbing her phone off her nightstand and running out the door.

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Who Am I? Part Five

Summary: Tony’s take on you and Steve, plus a certain soldier makes a brief appearance

Warnings: None for this chapter

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A yawn escaped Steve’s mouth as he went opened the fridge. A side effect of the serum was lack of fatigue, apparently that was more limited to fighting and less so to constant sexual session. He smiled, guessing there was actually a way to drain him after all. Since he brought the girl back to his space every three and a half hours he made sure to wake up and give her what she needed. After the last session he decided to get out of bed. It was 10 am, much later than he normally slept. She on the other hand looked like she needed more sleep than he was allowing.

There was no knock or alert when the elevator doors opened. Steve was not surprised to see Tony march in with his chest puffed out and an angry look on his face. Steve spun in the kitchen as the other man walked up, practically shaking a finger.


“Want to explain to me what the hell is going on?” Tony shoved him, but Steve didn’t move an inch.

“You’re up early.” Steve poured a glass of milk. “I’d offer you coffee, but I don’t have any.”

“Want to explain to me why the lab rat is upstairs?” Tony pointed towards Steve’s bedroom.

“Want to explain to me how you know that?” Steve knew the answer, but wanted to hear it.

“I know what happens in my own building.” Tony reached out and stole Steve’s milk. “You told me she wasn’t having an effect on you.”

“Well she wasn’t, and then she was.” Steve shrugged.

“Did you claim her at least?” Tony raised his eyebrows.

“Nope. Side effect of her pills, can’t yet.” Steve stole his milk back.

“Crap. Do you understand how illegal this is? How much trouble you would be in? I would be in? Can your thick alpha brain not think of anything except a little omega treat?” Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re talking straight up felony jail time.”

“Relax.” Steve flicked Tony on the forehead. “She’s my problem now. Don’t give her a second thought.”

“Claim her, then we can come up some back story or get her to deny your involvement and then we can ship her off.” Tony pulled his hands down his face.

Steve let out a growl. Tony stopped and his eyes went wide.

“No. Bad alpha.” Tony smacked Steve on the nose. “I’m not putting up with this aggression garbage. Take care of business, keep her hidden until then. No more midnight lab runs. I’d send the two of you away, but then you’d probably let her do whatever she wanted and definitely get caught. At least here I can watch over you.”

“Any word from Bruce?” Steve did not want to hear Tony talk about his omega any more.
“Late last night. He’ll be back tomorrow. You didn’t hear from Bucky?” Tony leaned against the kitchen counter. “Don’t tell me, you get a girlfriend and ditch your boyfriend?”

“I didn’t check my phone.” Steve let out another yawn.

“Wow, I just realized you look like shit.” Tony grinned. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look this bad…and I’ve seen you in some rough spots.”

Steve propped his elbows up on the counter and wiped his face now. Then he let out another yawn. Tony was not a good moral compass, but at this point Steve was almost desperate for some feedback.

“Can I ask you a hypothetical?” Steve really wanted some coffee.

“Shoot.” Tony almost leaned in, as if he thought he was about to get some special gossip.

“If you had a friend who was a drug addict, what line would you cross to help them get clean?” Steve hoped he was staying vague enough. If Tony knew the entire story there is no way he would approve, but the man was a beta. He couldn’t possibly understand.

“Are you talking about that chickee upstairs?” Tony raised his eyes. “Because there was nothing addictive in those pills.”

“No.” Steve shook his head. “Just hypothetical.”

“Do you think Bucky relapsed?” Tony’s voice dropped an octave.

“Hypothetical.” Steve crossed his arms.

“I would do whatever it took to get them clean.” Tony slapped the counter. “Hypothetically if you helped them before you still have everything in place.”

Tony glanced over his shoulder to the other set of stairs. The ones that led to Bucky’s room. When Steve first found him he insisted on helping him. The others were reluctant at first, but Bucky’s room was originally more like a cell. When the building was destroyed their apartment was largely untouched. As soon as Bucky’s HYDRA influence was erased moving into separate living spaces hadn’t came up.

“Let me guess, you’re going to spend the day taking care of the girl?” Tony pushed off the counter.

“Most likely.” Steve was staring at Bucky’s room, wondering if it could serve another purpose now.

“Don’t forget to take care of yourself. Keep her hidden until you claim her.” Tony started towards the door.

“Aren’t you going to ask what we were doing in the lab?” Steve realized Tony was not being as mosey as he normally was.

“You were doing blood tests on each other.” He didn’t bother to turn around when he hit the elevator call button. “Found out that your blood would pretty much destroy her. Guess you will have to wait until the pills wear off the old fashioned way. Guessing on her age and time on them, I’m guess three, four months tops. You could’ve just asked me, after all, I’m a scientist too.”

Steve rolled his eyes. Tony was a lot of things, but not a scientist. He knew when he took her to the lab Tony would find out. He expected this conversation to go a lot worse. The elevator arrived and Steve had to get out one last question.

“Hey, wait.”

Tony turned around.

“Why were you so nice about all of this?” Steve walked around the kitchen counter.

“Because you’re an old man.” Tony walked in the elevator. “It’s about time you settled down and you were never going to go to one of those formal houses. So a beautiful, smart omega walks into your life. As long as you claim her as soon as possible, keep her hidden in the process we’re OK. Bruce might be another story though.”

With that the elevator doors closed. A small smile crossed Steve’s face. Maybe Tony was right, besides, she needed him. Whatever it took. That’s what he would do to help her.
~~~
The euphoric haze flooded your body and you curled up in your spot on Steve’s chest. You were exhausted, and not just now, literally all day. You weren’t even sure if it was daytime or not, giant blackout blinds covered the wall of windows in his room. Were they blinds? You couldn’t tell.

“You should eat something.” Steve rubbed your arm.

“Un-un.” You shook your head and tried to snuggle up to him. “I’m too tired.”

“It’s three o’clock in the afternoon.” Steve gave you a little shake.

“I mean it.” You threw your arm across his chest. “All I want, all I need is sleep and you.”

It was impossible to keep time, all you did was sleep and wake up when Steve started kissing you. You never complained, he knew what you needed and when you needed it.

“Come on. I make a mean grilled cheese sandwich.” Steve sat up.

You clutched the sheet to your chest, but he tossed you a shirt.

“Y/N, I mean it. Time to eat something.” Steve mumbled something else and then the blinds/wall started to open.

Sunlight flooded the room and you groaned. You felt like you could sleep for days, but your eyelids fluttered open and you saw the look of concern on his face. It made your heart hurt and you sat up, pulling the shirt over your head.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why, I’m just exhausted.” You let out a yawn as you flung your legs over the bed. “This isn’t like me.”

“Believe me, I feel you.” Steve held out a hand.

You noticed bags under his eyes and never felt more selfish in your life. You placed your hand in his and let him pull you up. You almost fell against him, but he grabbed your other arm and steadied you.

“Are you alright?”

A huge grin spread across your face. You had never felt so loved in your entire life. Part of you wanted to fall into him just to have him hold you again, but you knew how unfair that would be. So instead you steadied yourself.

“I’m fine. I don’t know why I’m so sleepy. I’m sure it will pass.” You let out a yawn. “I wish we could cuddle all night.”

“Someday.” Steve leaned down and kissed your forehead.

The sacrifice this man was making for you was unbelievable. You paused to take him in, pajama pants resting low on his hips. There was not a more perfect specimen on the planet. He beamed down at you with a small smirk and you looked away.

“I told you, this is yours. Look away.” Steve started walking towards the door, pulling you behind him.

When he opened the door it was direct to a set of stairs. You got a view of most of his place. It was gigantic. It was an open floor plan. The door opened directly to the elevator you came in last night. To the left of that was a kitchen, to the right an area with a kitchen table. As you descended you saw another set of stairs that met Steve’s at the bottom. They went up to a single closed door. When the second floor dropped out of view you saw the floor to ceiling windows and more open space. Half the area had a sunken, built in couch with a bar and television. The other side had a small workout area. Essentially the place was one giant room though.

“I would hate to have a fear of heights.” The sun spilled in from the view of the Manhattan skyline.

You were taller than any other building in view. When you reached the bottom step Steve led you to the kitchen, then sat you down at a bar stool at the kitchen counter. An alpha who could cook, you certainly were lucky. That was one thing that omega’s learned when they went to the homes, making you intentionally avoid the subject.

“Not afraid of heights. What are you afraid of?” Steve pulled out a pan.

“I was scared of being found out.” You hated to keep brining up the topic, but it had been such a huge part of your life. “Outside of that, I hate bugs especially wasps and hornets. I don’t mind spiders though.”

“What makes a spider so special?” Steve got the rest of the food ready.

“They kill other bugs. We play for the same team.” You tried to stifle another yawn. “What about you? What is Steve Rogers afraid of?”

He smiled and looked over at you.

“I love it that you see me as Steve Rogers and not Captain America.” His happiness made a strange feeling run through your body. Better than an A on a test or an accolade from a colleague ever had.

“That’s not an answer.” You tried to give him a sly look, but another yawn escaped your mouth.

“You really are exhausted.” He dropped the sandwich on the pan.

The smell of the food made you wanted to cringe. All you wanted was his scent. The other aroma was souring it.

“You don’t look so awake yourself.” You knew it was your fault and your dropped your chin.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He flipped the sandwich. “The only bugs we ever had growing up with cockroaches. They became a part of life. I used to give them nicknames.”

“Ick. Where did you grow up?” You pictured him a midwestern farm kid.

“Really? They teach about me in history classes.” He looked at you like you were lying.

“All I cared about was science and math. Everything I learned about history got deleted so I could store more information. You’re lucky I still retained some knowledge from English.” You couldn’t believe how one track minded you were. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I think I like it.” Steve flopped the grilled cheese on a plate and brought it to you. “New York.”

“Wow, a city boy.” You shook your head in disbelief. “You’re full of surprises.”

You wanted to pick up the sandwich and take a bite, but your stomach cringed at the thought. You looked up at him and his face fell.

“I can’t.” You grabbed your stomach. “It looks really good, but if I take a bite of that I’ll throw it up.”

Steve walked around the counter. He held out a hand like he was going to check you for a fever. You pulled your head back.

“That’s not it.” One of the thing that scared you the most about your type was that. “I am more than satisfied in that department. I think it’s a side effect of the withdraw.”

Steve dropped his hand. He let out a yawn and you copied him. Fatigue was not a side effect of what Steve was concerned about.

“I really just need sleep. I’m sure this is temporary.” You stood up from the barstool and almost fell. Steve steadied you before bending down and scooping you up.

You were so lucky to have this alpha who cared about you this way. You remembered the bags under his eyes and the yawns. You needed to repay the favor.

“Steve, you don’t have to be on like a clock.” You brought your arms around his neck. “I hate to put you in that position, but it’s only temporary. I’m sure I will sleep longer than four hours anyway. That way you can rest.”

His brow furrowed and he walked towards the stairs. He started up the left ones, but then turned around and headed up the other set. It didn’t matter where he was taking you. He knew best.

“Promise?” He kissed your forehead.

“Uh-huh.” You rested your head and felt your arms sliding away, never realizing life could be this good.

You passed out in his arms, hoping you could be this happy forever.
~~~
Your eyes popped open. You sat up in complete darkness. Your arms stretched out, trying to feel where you were. In the middle of a giant bed, apparently alone. You felt your way to the edge and rolled out of it. Then walked with out hands outstretched, reaching for a wall. Finally your reached it, but it was soft. Your heart raced as you tried to feel for a light switch.

After what felt like you had showered the entire length you found one and flipped it on. You were right. All of the walls were padded. The only thing in the room was the bed. Then your scanned the walls. There was a closet, a door, and a bathroom. You darted towards the exit. Of course it was locked. You pounded on it, but with each hit of your palm a memory came back.

Your body working against his. You begging for him to fill you. Curling up against his chest. You fell to the floor and let out a sob. That was not you. That was some virus inside of your body growing. You didn’t not try to silence yourself. Footsteps running up.

“Y/N, are you okay?” The asshole’s voice came from the other side.

You scooted away from the door. You started to hyperventilate. Then the door swung open and you saw him. This is for your own good. You curled away from him. The doorframe was too small. You were incapable of hiding your distress. Every inch of you wanted to attack him. This man who had down this to you.

His mouth hung open and he looked you up and down with shock. You did not want his pity this was his fault. With a sudden surge of adrenaline you flung yourself forward, not caring that you could not over power him. You almost made it passed him, but he grabbed you at the last second, his grip not as strong as you remembered.

You kicked and scratched as he dragged you back to the bed.

“LET ME OUT OF HERE. YOU FUCKING MONSTER!” You screamed at him as he tossed you down.

His eyes never went black and he didn’t try to grab you. Instead he moved back to the doorway.

“I’m sorry, but I’m too tired. I can’t.”

You stood up from the bed and raced towards him, but it slammed shut. You heard a lock click and started tugging at the handle.

“HELP! LET ME GO!” You continued to pound at the door.

How could this have happened to you? More memories of the last twenty four hours flooded your brain. The time in the lab. You helped him! You told you rapist what he had to do to keep you compliant. Everything you had worked for, your life’s work, was used against you. What sort of psychopath had picked you?

The door handle started to move again and your eyes went wide. You had to fight him with everything you had. You were stronger than this. It opened and you stood up, ready to try and shove him down the stairs. Instead you froze, shocked by what you saw.

There was a strange man there. He had longer dark brown hair and equally as beautiful eyes as Steve. Relief flushed through you and you wrapped your arms around the man. Someone was here to help you, end this nightmare. You didn’t hold back the tears as he brought his arms around your back.

“Shhhh.” He rubbed you back.

“You don’t know what he’s done to me.” You made out between tears. “Please take me away from him.”

There were so many other issues fighting you brain right now. You didn’t have time to think about what you were asking. The idea of an omega house filled you with almost as much dread as staying here, almost.

“Shhhh.” He pulled you in tighter.

“Thank you.” You needed out of this nightmare.

“Shhhh.” His hand was so smoothing. Then you noticed his smell. Alpha.

You started to shake. Steve had carried you up to the other room, this padded cell. He told you all about his best friend the first night you were together. The night your pheromones caused Steve’s eyes to get blown. You pulled away slowly and looked up at the new alpha.

“I’m here to help you.” He blinked.

You didn’t wait to see how they looked when he blinked. You pushed back off of him and fell to the floor. A growl escaped his lips and a scream escaped your lips.

2017 Annual Review

Stolen from Md-Admissions

1 - What did you do in 2017 that you’d never done before?

Quit a job, took antidepressants, went on a date!

2 - Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

Nah. I don’t typically make resolutions, though I always intend to get healthier and spend more time with Jesus.


3 - Did anyone close to you give birth?

Yup, 2 of my best buddies and my former nurse!

4 - Did anyone close to you die?

Sort of. My dad died. We weren’t close, but you know. I also had 27 patients die in 2017.

5 - What countries did you visit?

France, Israel


6 - What would you like to have in 2018 that you lacked in 2017?

More confidence in meeting new people, more enjoyment of my work, better time management, and the ability to say no without fear.

7 - What date from 2017 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

1/1/17, when I turned in my notice for my old job; 7/14/17, my last day at that job; 4/16/17 my dad’s death date.


8 - What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Taking back control of my life and getting closer to the lifestyle in and out of work that I want.


9 - What was your biggest failure?

Laziness. In pretty much everything, but especially when it comes to physical fitness.

10 - Did you suffer illness or injury?

I got a cold or two, but otherwise I’m good!

11 - What was the best thing you bought?

My new house that is soooo cute!

12 - Whose behavior merited celebration?

My new office manager, who I love because she actually cares about the staff.

13 - Whose behavior made you appalled or depressed?

My older sister- neither of us were close with our dad, but she was plain mean about some things.

My former medical partners, who had no interest in helping me succeed in my job.


14 - Where did most of your money go?

Paying my way out of my old job and life. To the hospital, who had me ransomed for a buttload of cash to keep me working in that horrible place. To the apartment complex I stayed in briefly but had to honor a 6 month lease. To my new house which I am loving furnishing. Student loans. Taxes.


15 - What did you get really, really, really excited about?

Leaving my old job!

16 - What song(s) will always remind you of 2017?

Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift- because it’s a crap song for a crap year.

17 - Compared to this time last year, are you:
I. Happier or sadder?

Much happier. SO MUCH HAPPIER.

II. Thinner or fatter?

Same.

III. Richer or poorer?

A lot poorer, thanks to having to pay my way out of a contract.

18 - What do you wish you’d done more of?

I’m gonna second MD-A and say more self care. I definitely did a lot better in 2017 because I did absolutely focus on getting myself to a better place mentally, but I wish I had taken better care of my body in addition to my mind.

19 - What do you wish you’d done less of?

Watch tv.

20 - How will you be spending/spent christmas?

Went home and hung out with my mom and sister and grandma. 
21 - Did you fall in love in 2017?

Negative.

22 - How many one-night stands?

Zero.

23 - What was your favorite tv program?

Probably Manhunt: Unabomber

24 - Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

No

25 - What was the best book you read?

Finished up Bastard Out of Carolina by Dorothy Allison last week (so good!) and I’m almost done with a serial killer thriller now.

26 - What was your greatest musical discovery?

I didn’t discover anyone new this year but got a lot of new stuff from old faves.

27 - What did you want and get?

New job, house of my own, and a 4 day work week.

28 - What was your favorite film of this year?

Uhm, not sure there. Nothing sticks out at me.


29 - What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

Turned 31 at home with my family. Nothing special this year.

30 - What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

A fella. Or babies.


31 - How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2017?

Super casual at my old job- khakis and sweaters or leggings and tunics. New job is slightly more formal and I had to give up the leggings at work.

32 - What kept you sane?

Jesus, Prozac, Wellbutrin, medblr, and my family

33 - Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

I really can’t think of anyone!

34 - What political/social issue stirred you the most?

Healthcare equality, immigration ban, rampant sexual harassment of women

35 - Who did you miss?

My granddaddy.

36 - Who was the best new person you met?

One of my work partners and a neighbor of mine, both of whom I knew before but have gotten to know much better in the past few months and they have become great friends.


37 - Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2017:

You can’t sacrifice happiness and contentment for money or approval. There’s never enough of either to make you happy.

you fill me up

@zutaramonth​ - multiple prompts (matchmaker, teashop, first kiss)

“I guess I’ve always been a little lonely. I don’t know, maybe I’m just used to it.”

Or:

Katara contemplates her recent breakup over a drink at the bar. Fate sends a hint in the form of an old friend.

(x-posted to ao3 | ffn)


Dark wood, dark night, dark thoughts. Her insides are hollow but the space immediately next to the bar is packed. Music’s too loud to make conversation a realistic possibility; the air’s so stuffy she’s almost glad that she came wearing the sluttiest top she owns. Everyone’s come here to escape, after all, and she’s no different.

She catches the eye of the cute bartender, waves him down for a gin and tonic. She watches him work, fingers methodically measuring and pouring, face kind, smirk devilish.

“Alone tonight, sweetheart?” he asks, raising his voice so she can hear him over the din.

The clear drink slides across the counter. She wraps her fingers around it, cool citrusy liquid sloshing at glass corners. “And every night after that,” she concedes sarcastically, raising her cup in a mock toast. “Because guess who’s single now!”

She takes a slow sip of her drink. It’s strong but not too strong, the gin clean and cold, bursting through tangy tonic freshness.

The bartender’s eyes widen as he leans forward. “Oh, no way! You too, huh?”

Katara sizes him up, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Is he making a pass at her? Should she flirt back? “You didn’t…also…just break up with your boyfriend of four years, did you?”

The words slip out of her mouth clumsily. She’d thump herself on the forehead if she could, but she can barely move thanks to the people crowding around her, pinning her arms to her sides. Smooth, she chides herself, real smooth.

The bartender’s smirk only widens, in a well-how-did-you-guess sort of way, but he shakes his head. “Nah, my boyfriend’s waiting for me back home,” he quips without missing a beat, and she blinks, momentarily taken aback. “But another one of my patrons is also out here nursing his broken heart tonight.” He shakes his head again. “Looks like fate.”

“Looks like,” Katara replies uncertainly. She wonders how she’s supposed to process this tidbit of information now that she’s nineteen and newly single with her cleavey top and smoky eyes. “Is this patron of yours…cute?”

The bartender grins wickedly. “Cute? Sweetheart, he’s delicious!” He winks at her. “I should go top him up. But I’ll be sure to tell him you asked!”

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Companions (with a secret crush) react to Sole asking them for advice on how to tell the person they like that they like them?

So this is long over due, sorry guys, I’ve been in the mood to write, but at the same time I want to write about specific thing, but I promise to try to not forget about this blog. I swear. - Alex

Girls:

Curie - An absolute sweetie about it, she would just tell Sole to be themselves. “That’s what I like most about you, monsieur/madame. You have a great big heart and whoever has you is a very lucky person.”

Cait - Doesn’t really know what to say since she doesn’t really think that she is the ideal person for sole compared to Nate/Nora. “I don’t know, not to experience with this whole love thing. How ‘bout you do things that they enjoy or something?

Piper - Blushes at bit as she thinks about her crush on Sole, trying not to be too obvious. “Well, what about you do what you do best, blue? Be all old fashion and give them a sweet date. That might really show them that you like them.”

Magnolia - Would be the total mom friend, would encourage you to tell them upfront but to be careful not to get their heart broken. “You be careful with that heart, doll. You only have one and it would be painful to see it get broken.”

Haylen - Would try to be all professional, but be a little bit fingerling that her Sole has a crush. Though it may pain her, she will want to help plan a date. “You have to treat them right, it’s a harsh world out there but everyone needs a moment to feel like nothing bad is going to happen.”

Glory - Would be the least to show any distress about Sole having a crush and not know who it is, but would still be curious. Her advice to Sole would be to grab the bull by the horns. “Life is short in the Commonwealth, hell everywhere, there’s no point in hiding your feelings.”

Boys:

MacCready - He and Lucy got together in a strange way, but he would use it to help him help Sole, trying not to reveal that he had a crush on Sole. “My best guess is to show them that you love them, do little things to show your appreciation and your feelings.”

Danse - Would be professional about it, claiming that it would be unwise to have any relationships to serious since they were with the brotherhood, but would still support them. “Not many brotherhood soldiers have relationships outside of our faction, but if they are willing to accept you, despite the fact you are with the brotherhood then they should be sufficient for one of your caliber.”

Hancock - While he is experience in more ways then one, he seems more of the type to take what he wants and if they want it back then he’ll keep it. He’s not one to force things on unwilling people. “If I was you, I would kiss them right on the spot. If they kiss back, you at least know that they’re attracted to you and if they’re willing enough to spend the rest of their life with you, I say their a keeper.

Preston - He’s sweet, we can all agree with that. When it comes to Sole’s feelings he always puts them first, shoving his own feelings aside and helping Sole as best as he possibly can. “General, I think that they would like it if they went out somewhere with you. Somewhere were you aren’t the general, somewhere were it can be just you and them.”

Nick - This old bot is reminded of how the original Nick and Jenny got together and despite it not being his own memory, smiles. “Kid, I have to tell ya, it’s an ugly world out there. Show them something beautiful to forget the ugly, that’s my advise.”

Dogmeat - This precious little pancake will wag his tail and bark at Sole. He will even help Sole get their crush no matter what. How he does so is Sole will tie a little note around his neck, send him to their crush for them to read and guide them too Sole. What a sweetheart!

Deacon - Ah, asking the compulsive liar, Deacon will constantly change his mind on what Sole should do to impress their crush. One day he’ll be like, “Kill a Deathclaw in their name!” Others he’ll say, “Send them on a goose chase all over Sanctuary to find you.” Or “Get a tattoo of their name on your body, that’ll really get them.”

X6-88 - Doesn’t know what to say since this kind of stuff is not the sort of thing that the institute teaches their synths, especially coursers. He’ll just be his old blunt self, but what’s not to love about that? “I’m not sure what you are asking me, sir/ma’am. Just tell them that you like them, if they don’t reciprocate then they aren’t worth your time.”

Codsworth - This old fashion robot is a lot more helpful than one would think. He’ll try to bring out Sole’s experience with their own spouse and ask them how they got together. “Sir/Mum, how did you get with your better half? I think it would be a splendid idea if you did something like that to show the person you like that you truly care about them.”

Strong - Doesn’t know what the hell Sole is talking about. “WHAT ARE YOU ASKING ME HUMAN? WHAT IS THIS CRUSH THING? YOU HAVE CRUSH ON BROTHERS? YOU SHOW THEM CRUSH OFTEN?”

Maxson - May act like some sort of God and that nobody can touch him but when Sole confesses that they have a crush he is actually very honest in his advise. “Knight, I am only saying this from experience, it would be unwise if you had a relationship with anyone. We’re soldiers we risk our lives everyday, we can’t guarantee that we will come back.”

Gage - Being a raider, Gage has always taken what he wanted. When it came to the Overboss asking about such advise he would be harsh, yet honest, with his reply. “Boss, just take them. Kiss them like you mean it, show them how you want them. If they don’t want you back then screw ‘em.”

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Okay, so I did my best, I know it’s short but I did a lot of characters. This has been in my draft for a long time, a really long time. The reason I only did Gage is because I don’t have the other DLC characters so I have no idea what they are like. Either way I hope you enjoyed! :)

- Alex

Old-Fashioned Dating

From this request: Tony’s child and Steve are in an on-again, off-again relationship. Tony doesn’t approve and Steve thinks he’s too old for her. He keeps leaving but he comes back everytime.

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“I’m sorry, Y/N. I just… I don’t think I can do this.”

“Steve, don’t act like this. We’ve gone through it before. I love you, no matter your age…”

“But Y/N,”

“And it’s not like you’re really that ancient. You were put under at a young age; when they unfroze you, you were still that age.”

“Y/N,”

“So really, you’re only like… eight years older than me.”

Steve sighed. The two of you had gone through this a few times. He really did like you, but every time the two of you got close to being ‘serious’, he began to question everything. “Y/N, stop. I can’t… besides, your dad hates me…”

You rolled your eyes. “He does not hate you. He just… doesn’t like to think of anyone dating me. He’d act the exact same way if it were Thor or Bruce or Clint.”

Steve shook his head. He’d said his piece. He was going to stand his ground this time. It would be better in the long run if you found someone else (ahem, younger) to be with. “I’m sorry.”

“Steve, please.”

Steve turned and walked out of your room, steeling himself from looking back. He didn’t hear your footsteps behind him, didn’t feel his phone vibrate with an incoming text or call from you.

Maybe it was over for good.

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Tony walked past your room. “What’s with the long face?”

“It’s nothing, Dad.”

Tony walked in, flopping down next to you on the bed, giving an over-exaggerated sigh. “Come onnnn. You know you want to tell me.”

“No, I really don’t.”

“School troubles?”

“No.”

“Lady troubles?”

“No.”

“Love troubles?”

“No.”

“Aha!” Tony sat up, holographic screen popping up from his watch. “Your heart rate increased, meaning you’re lying. So what did Rogers do this time?” Tony’s face dropped in horror. “Please tell me you’re not pregnant.”

You shook your head. “He decided to leave, once again.”

“Not because you’re pregnant, I hope.”

You turned to your father, eyes wide. “Are… are you saying you… don’t want to be a grandpa?”

Tony paled and looked as though he was about to pass out.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Chill, Dad. I’m not pregnant.”

“You’re sure?”

“JARVIS, uterine scan.”

After a few seconds, JARVIS responded. “All clear. Your menstruation is prepped to start in four days.”

Tony looked you over. “So… Rogers dumped you? Why?”

“He said he’s too old for me,”

“Which he is.”

“And he thinks you don’t approve.”

“Which I don’t.”

You leaned back against your pillows. “Look… just… never mind.”

Tony studied you for a few minutes. “Do you love him?”

“Depends on what you consider ‘love’.”

“Don’t get all poetic on me. Do you love him?”

You shrugged. “I thought I did. But I can only take so much on-again, off-again stuff before I realize it’s time to move on.”

Tony nodded. “Don’t worry, Y/N. Things will work out.”

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“Rogers!”

Steve looked up, finding Tony staring daggers at him. “What?”

“What’s this I hear about you breaking up with my daughter?”

“What’s it matter to you? You hated our relationship.”

“That’s before I understood how much Y/N loved it.”

Steve’s brow creased. “So… what are you saying?”

Tony straightened his shoulders, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “What I’m saying is… my daughter is the most important person in my life… and her happiness means more than any grudge I may hold against any old timers.”

Steve took a step towards Tony. “So… this is your way of apologizing?”

“I never said that.”

“And your way of giving me permission?”

Tony nodded. “Permission to date her, yes. But make no mistake—I find out you hurt her in any way, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

“Thank you, Tony. I can respect how much it took for you to do this.” Steve clapped his hand on Tony’s shoulder.

Tony tried to suppress his glare. “Don’t touch me. And don’t you even think about getting Y/N pregnant.”

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You looked up at the sound of knocking. Steve stood in the doorframe, a sheepish look on his face.

“Can I come in?”

You shrugged, watching Steve take a few tentative steps towards you. He carefully held a bouquet of daisies out to you.

“Would you accept these?”

You sat up slowly. “I suppose…”

Steve handed you the flowers. Then, in the other hand, he pulled out a box of chocolates. “These, too?”

“Steve, what is this about?”

“I… I’m sorry for what I said earlier.”

“Okay…”

“And… and I really do love you, Y/N. The only reason I tried to find excuses to…”

“Leave?”

Steve nodded. “Right. The only reason was because I… I worry that you’re going to get fed up with me.”

“Why would I get fed up with you?”

“Because I’m old–”

“Steve,”

“Fashioned. Old-fashioned. I don’t understand technology or modern entertainment. I like learning from you, but I’m afraid you’ll get tired of trying to teach me.”

“Steve, I meant what I said earlier. I love you. And I love teaching you about this time period, just as much as I love hearing you talk about the past.” You stood, looking up into Steve’s eyes. “Nothing will change that.”

Steve smiled at you. “Your dad gave me permission to date you.”

“Finally,” you said under your breath.

“So… if you’ll have me….”

“Of course, Steve.” You bounced up on your toes, pressing a kiss to Steve’s lips. “Just promise me one thing.”

“What?”

“No more complaining about how old you are.”

“I shall try to control my tongue,” Steve said with a smile.

I’ll Be With You (Part 2)

Summary: Bucky has a chance meeting with the granddaughter of the last dame he dated before going to war on the street, then again and again. How will she handle falling in love with James Buchanan Barnes?

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: The character of Bonnie (Nan) is completely based after my grandmother. She really does exist. I promise! The line “Are you for pretty?” is something my grandmother would say CONSTANTLY.

Word count: 1.8k

Songs: Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree (WIth Anyone Else But Me) - The Andrews Sisters

(Part 1)

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck


    Your eyes looked over your outfit for the tenth time. It was your favorite little black dress with the perfect cap sleeves. The skirt flared out from your waist while the hem reached the middle of your thigh. You paired it with beige heels, hoping you weren’t planning on walking very far. Your stomach continued to flip as you looked over your outfit.

“You look beautiful Miss.” Mindy called from the hallway, already knowing what you were thinking. You chuckled a little.

“Where’s my favorite granddaughter?” Nan called from the other room. You smiled, grabbing your clutch, and walking into the other room to show your outfit off. Your smile grew when your grandmother continued her praises. “My dear Y/N. Are you for pretty? You look beautiful but leave your hair down. You never show off your beautiful locks. You would know that if you went on more dates” She smiled as you rolled your eyes.

“I love you.” You walked over to kiss her cheek again.

“I know. I’m your favorite.” She cheekily remarked. Her eyes lit up as the doorbell rang. “You want me to open the door?” Her eyebrow cocked up as she smirked.

“Ha! Not a chance. This is already weird enough.” You turned to walked towards the door.

“Does it help that we never slept together?” She called after you.

“God! No, Nan! That doesn’t help at all.” You pinch the bridge of your nose as you chuckled a little. There is absolutely no filter on that woman, you thought to yourself as you opened the door.

“Hi!” Your voice was a little higher than you wanted.

“Hey! Wow!” His eyes trailed up and down your figure. “You’re gorgeous!” But there he was, in all his glory. He was wearing a dark long sleeve button up that fell a little tight across his chest. There was not enough courage in the world for you to look down at his pants. Damn, did he look good. It was the big band swing music coming from upstairs that brought you out of your thoughts. You immediately recognized the song, groaning at the reference. You rolled your head back, letting out a heavy sigh as Bucky started laughing.

“Go get ‘em Sarge!” You heard your grandmother call out from upstairs.

“Jesus, Nan!” You yelled back as you pushed him out of the doorway and onto the stoop. “I am so sorry. I don’t normally date.” Your hands were still on his chest as he grabbed them to pull you towards the car.

“She sounds a little excited?” He joked as he opened the car door. You let out another groan.

“Unfortunately, but she does have great taste in music.” You chuckled, nervously straightening out your skirt. “You sure did have great music back in your day.” You winked at him. The flirting had began.

“Is that an old man joke again?” He smirked as he entered the car.

“You know it.” You crossed your legs, allowing your skirt to rise up your thigh. It was quick but you could have sworn he licked his lips. “So, Sergeant Barnes,” you emphasized his rank. “Where is this place you wouldn’t tell me about?” A smile grew over his face as he thought about telling you.

“Would it be cheesy to go to a pizza shop? A good, old fashion Brooklyn pizza shop?” He looked over at you.

“Well, as long as we don’t get cheese it won’t be too cheesy.” You tried to fake concern in your voice until you couldn’t handle it. He groaned as you started chuckling at your horrible joke. “If you can’t handle my jokes, we haven’t left yet?” You flashed him a smirk but he grabbed your hand.

“You’re not going anywhere, beautiful!” He was smirking now as he turned on the car to take you away.

The drive to the pizza shop was short but you continued with your terrible pizza jokes. He would groan but eventually chuckle, even flash a smirk that made your heart flutter. He was a gentleman in everything he did. When the car was parked, he ran over to your side of the car to open your door, offering his hand to help you out, then resting it on the small of your back. It had been so long since you had dated or even had a relationship. Your stomach continued to do flips as he opened the door. The shop was quaint and homely feeling as you sat in a booth towards the back. His back towards the corner, a habit you noticed, so he could see the entire shop. The waiter was quick to take your order of pepperoni pizza and two beers but his soon absence caused you to feel nervous. He looked perfect in the dim lighting. His cheek and jaw structure looked as sharp as a scalpel. You tried to look around the shop but he could already feel you staring. He was staring too.

“So, what’s the hardest thing about coming back to Brooklyn?” You questioned, deciding to start the ever awkward first date questions.

“Ugh!” He huffed. “Why did Coney Island have to change?” He exclaimed, trying to fake exasperation, causing you to laugh.

“Well, you’ll have to take me some day to show me what it was like for you.” You teased but his face brightened.

“I’d love to, doll!” He exclaimed, grabbing your hand. You could feel your heart stop. You awkwardly chuckled back at him. Your stomach flipped again as his smile reached his eyes, tiny lines crinkled his face. His touch was like fire on your skin as you could feel any twitch or movement had made. You tighten your grip as you laced your fingers around his, blushing at your boldness.

“This is nice.” Your eyes met his and he was smitten. He looked at you like you were the only one in the room. “But why does an Avenger want to date an ordinary girl like me?” You teased, winking at him as he stared at you in confusion. He laughed again, eyes crinkling, as you smirked.

“Well, ordinary isn’t the word I would use. I haven’t found anyone else other than Steve Rogers that gets up as early as you do to run.” He teased right back. “But to be honest, it’s nice to get away from the craziness of avenging.” His eyes looked back at you, making you smile again. You were getting giddy under his stare and touch. “But what’s your story, sweet cheeks?” He winked at his new pet name.

“Oh, ha! Not as crazy as avenging but it’s not easy. I’m an ER nurse.” His eyes went wide, not expecting this answer from you. “Yeah, so I’ve got some great stories and I could save your life too.” You smirked, trying to sound cocky again.

“Wow! Beautiful and smart, and you sure you’re single?” No matter how much you teased or faked confidence, there was no chance of controlling this date. You were falling, and fast.

“I normally don’t have time or like to leave Nan at home…” You trailed off.

“You two are close.” He smiled sweetly.

“Well, she raised me. I went into nursing because of her. Buuuuuut” you elongated the word and trying to change the subject as fast as you could when the pizza and beers arrived, “Didn’t have pizza this good back then, did they?” You tried to be as lighthearted as you could but you did make his chuckle again.

“Hilarious.” You opened your mouth to retort his sarcasm but you heard your name from behind you.

“Oh my god! Y/N? Is that you?” You mouthed the word ‘fuck’ as you looked up at Bucky.

“Hi, Lana. How are you?” You turned around to try and fake a smile. The inside of your mouth ran raw as you started to chew on the inside of your cheek. She was tall, short hem of her skirt barely covering her ass, as she walked towards your table.

“I’m great! Just getting Kyle’s favorite pizza! He treats me so well I just have to spoil him too!” She was waggling her hands as she spoke and it hit you, that giant goddamn rock. You faked an interested face as she continued. “Oh! I am so sorry, Y/N! Is this awkward? I mean, me being here, engaged and everything.” Boom, that didn’t take long.    

“No, it’s fine but I think your pizza is ready. Have a good night!” You waved her off as she waved back with her left hand. You turned around in a huff and shot Bucky a ‘I’m sorry’ look.

“She’s gone.” Bucky mumbled and you let your face fall.

“Wow! How awkward can I make this date?” As you reached for your beer. “I’m going to need another one.” Bucky chuckled, waving the waiter over for another.

“So, let me guess. Annoying bitch that stole one of your dumbass boyfriends?” You faked surprise at his answer.

“Right-o!” You said as the waiter handed you another bottle. “Thank you.”

“He must have been blind and stupid.” You probably laughed a little hard then you should have but he was trying to make you feel better.

“That’s cute, Sarge, but how could you come to that conclusion? We’ve only known each other for a day?” You questioned teasingly.

“Let’s just say I have a feeling.”

The rest of the evening was still awkward but Bucky was sweet. He was a gentleman as you left the restaurant. His eyes never left you, as you walked to the car in front of him. You stumbled a little on the concrete but his arm quickly snaked around your waist. A small gasp escaped when he caught you.  

“Do you always sweep women off their feet like this?” Your eyes connected to his and your hands laid across his chest. He gave you another eye-crinkling smile as you stared into his beautiful blue eyes. God, he was breath-taking, making the nagging voice in your mind continue as it did all evening. Why was he interested in you?

“Only you, doll.” Your lips were pressed tight, trying not to giggle or smile too brightly. “Now, let’s get you home.” The two of you continued to walk towards the car but his arm never left your waist.  

When you reached your apartment, he parked to walk you up to the door, offering his hand again as you got out of the car.

“Well, Sarge, I had a wonderful night.” You were blushing, contemplating whether to kiss him or not.

“Y/N, I’d like to take you out again.” You flashed a big smile.

“I would love that.”

“Good.”

“Good.” You bit your bottom lip as he looked down at your hands, still connected. You mustered all your courage to kiss his cheek, causing him to look at you in shock. “Call me.” Then you turned and entered the apartment before you could have a chance to continue.

Part 3


A/N: Please let me know if you have any comments or suggestions.

So! My Faekin post was well received and it was very very fun to write, so I decided to write a Dollkin one!! Just like the previous one, I’ll write a lot from experience so I’m sorry if not everyone enjoys it ;; So! Here goes!

  • Fashion! Probably the biggest thing that makes me feel wonderful as a doll, is getting to dress like one! I wear Lolita fairly often and when I’m not I wear a lot of old/antique clothing (Like old nightgowns!) Lolita is quite expensive, but antique clothing that looks like what a doll would wear can be found very often at thrift shops, and if you’re good at sewing (or want to learn!) You could make some yourself!
  • Balljointed Tights! A pair of these can make you feel like a literal doll all the time no matter what you’re wearing, they’re completely precious and inexpensive!
  • Other dolls! I’ve owned 3 bjds and many other antique dolls, while bjds are expensive they’re absolutely beautiful and wonderful to be around and if you were considering buying one I highly recommend it! But antique dolls are wonderful too! I like my room to be full of dollies, it makes it feel like a large dollhouse!
  • Tea parties! A typical activity for dolls to do is have tea parties, and they’re very fun! I recommend making tea and sweets and dressing up with some friends for a tea party, or visiting a tea room! We have a tea room here that Maman takes me to sometimes, Having someone bring me to a tea room all dressed up and spoil me with sweets makes me feel like a doll!~
  • Museums! Dolls are certainly not a thing of the past, and some people might feel closer to modern dolls, but for me personally I’m very much into antique dolls from the Victorian era in particular! Museums often have old dolls (We have one here that has a haunted doll!) Or are very good places for dollies to visit to take pictures! (Here we have an old French mansion turned museum that I LOVE to take selfies in)
  • A caretaker (I suppose that’s the word?)! Some people may not be comfortable with this idea, but I said I’d write from experience! I have someone who spoils me, dresses me finely (And dresses to match me!) Treats me like a doll and behaves the way people do with their precious dollies! It’s really lovely!
  • Photoshoots! I love to set up my bjd with little props and take lots of pictures of him, and I like the same to be done with me! Sometimes I dress up and pose with tea cups etc and others take pictures of me!
  • Big props! Big forks and spoons etc are GREAT if you want to feel tiny or take pictures that make you look scaled down like a little doll!!
  • Makeup! If you’re good with makeup, it might feel good to do yourself up like a doll! Or you could find tutorials on youtube etc for doll-esque makeup!
  • Furniture! Decorating your room with elegant or antique furniture, putting a canopy over your bed or hanging lovely mirrors and paintings can certainly help you feel like you live in a dollhouse! 

So there it is! I hope you enjoyed it!

PSA for TURNcoats

Alright, Turn fandom. *cracks knuckles* I want to take this moment to address something I’ve been noticing on social media platforms lately, especially Instagram.

Let’s talk about etiquette.

It’s gross when you comment on one of the cast’s photos with something like “fist me daddy” or constantly harass them with similar comments. This is a small fandom–you know they’re seeing the comments, right? These aren’t people with millions of fans, where comments get lost simply because of the sheer amount of followers they have.

Secondly, you have to remember that there is a real human being behind that screen. How would you react if some stranger were to comment something disgusting and sexual on your picture? If you don’t want to see that on your feed, don’t post it on someone else’s.

Before you get angry at me and call me an old person, accuse me of being old fashioned, or call me out for being the “fun police,” remember that I have been 21 for a mere three days.

I’m simply asking for you to show courtesy to the cast. Don’t tweet rude things at them (I don’t care how angry you are about the quality of season 3), don’t comment disgusting sexual things on their photos, and don’t harass them via social media. Part of the reason I enjoyed the TURN fandom so much when I first joined was they seemed above that kind of thing. Please don’t sink down to this level.

Happy fangirling!

ID #14130

Name: Kim
Age: 20
Country: Netherlands

Hi! As you could see, my name is Kim. I am 20 years old and I live in the Netherlands. I speak (ofcourse) Dutch and I am pretty good in English. I can also speak and understand a bit Spanish, German and French. I am a caring girl with an open and positive mind, I enjoy to learn new things and I can be really creative. I admire the little things in life. A simple thing: that moment of the day when it is getting a bit darker, the cute lights go on, you can see the start a bit and can still see what is happing. Btw: I am an impulsive person. I just do what I want and like to do at that exact moment. Also I love to draw, paint and dance, whoo! Sometimes I am really into books and magazines and I love some old 70’s 80’s or 90’s music and a feelgood movie.
Recently I started to play guitar and I would also like to start to play paino.
I love to get to know new people and different cultures, it doesn’t matter if you are from a foreign country or the Netherlands.
Right now I am having a break year, working. I completed 2 studies but have no idea what to do next.
Dont hesitate to contact me, I won’t judge anyone. We could talk online (email, tumblr or instagram) or old fashioned way: snail mail.

Preferences: I doesn’t matter where you are from, how age you have or your gender. Everyone is welcome! (:

anonymous asked:

Can you also do Demetri as a sugar daddy

Sugar Daddy! Demetri Volturi X Reader Headcanons

It all started one rainy afternoon. You had come home from college, exhausted from the long day behind you. However, as you approached your front porch, you saw a shoe box wrapped in beautiful golden wrapping paper with ribbon and a note.

It had your name and address on it along with the return address “Volterra, Italy.” You were puzzled as you didn’t know anyone from there. Yet you shrugged and brought it in anyway, wary of the downpour that was drenching you.

You opened the box, not expecting much – maybe your bank was playing a prank on you: “Surprise more bills and student loans to pay!!!! But here’s a pretty box to make you feel better!” You rolled your eyes at your thoughts. You could barely afford a $2.77 mocha frappe from McDonald’s once a month, let alone pay all your bills on time. Yep, you were screwed.

Convinced now that this was some joke from your bank, you opened the package angrily. You froze, blinking several times in disbelief at what you saw.

There were various different envelopes with fancy cursive writing on them. One of the envelopes displayed the words, “For this Semester’s Tuition.” Another wrote “For this Semester’s Textbooks.” The last envelope had the words “For your favorite coffee each morning.” Inside each envelope was enough to pay for whatever it said it would on the envelope – down to the last penny.

Next, was another envelope. It read, “Dear (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N),

I have admired your strength and durability from afar, and am both pleased and embarrassed that I have grown quite fond of you. Your beauty and personality have captured my stone cold heart and I am not asking for it back. Instead, I ask you to keep it safe and close to your own heart. In return, for you humoring me, I will pay for both your necessities and wants. No, you don’t know me, but all you need to know about me is that I will take care of you from now on.

As long as you need me, I will be here.

Forever Yours,
D.V.

Underneath the signature was a telephone number, an email address, and an old fashioned stamp that was in the shape of some sort of family crest. You were puzzled, excited, and slightly creeped out.

Someone was watching you and giving you things simply because he admired you from afar? And who had this kind of money to throw away on you?

You decided to contact this D.V. person. Texting seemed a bit personal so you opted for email.

You explained to the person through the digital letter that you couldn’t afford to pay him back – in any way shape or form – so it was best if you just sent the money back (no matter how desperately you needed it). You told him to please stay away from you (after all, with this amount of money he could probably be a crime boss – which you definitely did not want to get into.)

After only a minute of waiting on a reply, your phone chirped, letting you know about the new email. You were surprised that he had answered so quickly. But you were more surprised at the response.

“Dear (Y/F/N),

Please do not be frightened! I mean no harm. If it eases your mind even slightly I would be glad to use FaceTime and talk from there so you know who I am. Would knowing my face and name make you trust me even a little bit more?

Forever Yours,

Demetri Volturi”

You hesitated. With a name like that and the old fashioned way of speaking, it was probably some old geezer wanting a young college girl to use to get laid. You rolled your eyes angrily before typing in the number to your phone to FaceTime.

The phone kept ringing until at last it was picked up on the last ring.

The face of a startled angel flooded the screen of your phone. He was young with flawless skin and beautiful brown eyes. His tousled blond hair framed his face and his nervous yet dazzling smile was beyond what you could comprehend.

You blinked trying to wipe away your imagination, yet he was still there.

A thick Italian accent came from the mouth of the angel.

“Hello, is this (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)?”

“Uh.. uh yeah, uh is this…?” You stumbled over your words bringing an adoring smile onto the angel’s face.

“Yes, this is Demetri Volturi. Was there a problem with the package? Was there not enough currency for your schooling?” The angel’s eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“No, no, no! Everything is perfect, um actually a bit too perfect.” You replied.

The angel named Demetri looked like a kicked and puzzled puppy, as if he didn’t know what he did wrong.

“It’s just, I really don’t deserve … this. And I don’t know you so-“

“You’re right. You don’t deserve this.” He declared with a determined expression. “You deserve so much more than what I could offer you. But, all I ask is that you give me a chance. I will prove to you that I will make a suitable mate for you! And if knowing who I am will prove that to you, then I am an open book at your disposal, mi amore.”

You stared stunned at him for a while shocked.

“Uh, okay then…. what’s your favorite color?” You ask stupidly, not knowing how to proceed.

He just laughed happily.

“The color of your beautiful eyes.”

He replied simply, as if there could’ve been no other answer.

“Oh.”

An that’s how you met your sugar daddy.

*

You had gotten to know Demetri more and more as the days passed. Every week, another care package with a note would be sent to your doorstep, wrapped in pretty paper.

One week, it was a series of your favorite books (all hardcover) that you told him you never had the week before. Another time it was a vintage t shirt that smelled of roses, gardenias, and a light yet alluring cologne. Beside it was a fluffy Teddy Bear that you had been eyeing the day before in your favorite store. The next week it was a pass to an all day spa with a note Demetri wrote, telling you how he knew how hard you work and that you needed a day to yourself.

But, the best think about Demetri Volturi being your sugar daddy, was that he was clearly devoted to you. You had no idea how or why, but you didn’t question your good fortune, and rather basked in it.

Especially, when he would send you good night and good morning texts, asking you how you slept or how your day was. He loved to FaceTime you – he always wore a bright grin as soon as he saw your face. And each time, he would tell you how beautiful you looked with the utmost sincerity, even that time you were sick with the flu (to which he also sent many tissues, medications, and movies for you to watch while you were recovering).

And then, one day came when it had been months since your first care package – Demetri had called you as soon as you got home, his face bashful and worried even though you were just going through your every day conversation.

Was he going to tell you its over? That he doesn’t like you anymore? You started to panic. After all, these past few months had been the best of your life: not because you were receiving gifts, no, it was because you had someone who genuinely cared about you and showed you love in a way you never knew. You definitely DID NOT want to lose him…

“Would it be alright if we met up…?”

You blinked repeatedly, almost missing his words in you worrisome inner monologue.

“W-what?”

He grimaced, looking down as if trying to hide a blush that wasn’t there. You could hear his fingers tapping against the phone he was holding.

“Would you, perhaps, like to meet me? ….in person???” His voice shook.

When you realized that he was serious, you grinned happily.

“I would love to Demetri.”

He looked up at you in undisguised wonder, before he smiled back ecstatically.

“Then prepare to be spoiled rotten when I come to see you tomorrow, mi amore!”

anonymous asked:

49 please?

49. “Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.”

There they were, cuddled up on the couch on the balcony beneath a soft fleece blanket. Their hands each adorned with with a mug of hot chocolate. Nights like these were always their favorite. They would just sit there and stare at the stars, with nothing but the ambiance of New York City at night to fill the silence. They would leave their phones inside and lock the doors to avoid any and all interruptions. Tonight was theirs, and they’d like to keep it that way.

It was Magnus who broke the silence first. “Alexander dear, my hot chocolate is cold, would you mind heating it up for me?” He asked, to which Alec was confused.

“Why don’t you just use your magic to do that?” 

Magnus then placed a kiss onto Alec’s forehead and stroked his cheek with his thumb. “I thought we had agreed to a magic-free evening, and besides it’ll taste better when done the old fashioned way.”

Alec rolled his eyes at that. “I would argue that microwaves are hardly old fashioned. I’d much rather lay here with you.”

It was Magnus who was rolling his eyes now. “Come on, Alexander. Please.” Magnus whined. But Alec just laughed and snuggled into Magnus closer.

“Magnus just lay here with me, I’ll make you the best hot chocolate tomorrow okay?” Alec tried to reason.

Usually Magnus is able to get Alec to do as he says with just one pouty face and a shot of his puppy dog eyes. But Alec wasn’t having it today. Not right now. 

“Alexander, if you truly loved me you’d get up and warm up my hot chocolate.”

Alec scoffs. “I don’t recall that being in the definition of love. Come on, Magnus.”

Magnus jolts away and puts on a fake face of sadness. “Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.” He says.

Alec just laughs and kisses Magnus on the cheek. But he gives in and gets up.

“You know you’re a real pain in the ass.” Alec said.

“Yes, but I’m your pain in the ass.”

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anonymous asked:

Hcs for old caesar joining the sdc gang to egypt?

!!!

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-Caesar most likely joined the journey just because Joseph started to tease him if he said he wouldn’t. “I’m too old for this, Joseph.” “Ooooh look at poor old grandpa! Do you need a seat? Here, let me help you walk! Boo hoo.” “You look even older than me! I’ll teach you a lesson!”

-But when he learned that the life of his precious niece Holly was at risk, he stopped fooling around and the thing got serious immediately. No one is gonna hurt his little niece!

-He puts his headband on and dresses in a very fashionable way. He has to look good for the ladies out there! Yes, he’s still a womanizer even in his old years. Another foxy grandpa

-Avdol and him would get along very well! Caesar feels a lot of respect towards Avdol, who even being so young is so wise! and Avdol would admire Caesar’s abilities, which did nothing but grow more powerful with training!

-And Polnareff would get along even better with him. “Hey, Mister Zeppeli, check out that woman over there!” “Wow…. you have fine taste, Polnareff.” He would become Polnareff’s master and will teach him the fine arts of flirting.

-”What the hell did you just call me?! God, your grandson is a brat… just like you when you were younger…” He doesn’t like Jotaro a lot. It reminds him of a meaner, more rude version of young Joseph. But with time, their relationship might get better!

-He is pretty neutral towards Kakyoin though! He thinks he is a weird kid that plays those “vidio geims” things that he doesn’t understand at all. He does, though, try to take him out of his shell with conversations some times!

-And with Iggy, he pretty much has the same relationship as Polnareff. Just that, for some reason, Iggy has the tendency of biting his moustache when Caesar is asleep.

-Just imagine the Bastet fight but with Caesar instead of Avdol.

-He is ready to sacrifice himself for any of the kids (or the other old man) of the group. Nobody is going to harm his kids. And friend. Except himself, of course.

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-Lettuce

Abuelita’s Appetizers

As always for @svu-stories to make her smile!!! Part of the Charity Event Challenge suggested by @yourtropegirl!!! Enjoy, everyone!!!

“They’re not done.”

“I know. I can explain.”

“They’re ice cold!”

Tossing a towel to the floor, you sighed at the sight of the bacon wrapped dates stuffed with blue cheese and charged past Derek in search of the oven. The dial showed that it was set to 375 degrees, but you could stick your arm in the stove without the threat of a burn. Falling to your knees with no care as to whether you stained your crisp black slacks, you peered behind the appliance and realized that the damned thing was unplugged.

“Heat makes food edible,” you groaned. “A fucking caveman figured that much out when he clubbed his meal to death and shit his loin cloth for two days straight with prehistoric salmonella. Because he didn’t build a fire!”

And it wasn’t just the appetizers. The crowned rack of lamb looked as if it was still packed in ice, and your eyes shot daggers at the staff as Derek simply scratched his head.

“I… the guy in charge said it just needed some time to warm up.”

“Great! If we were hosting a breakfast benefit we’d be right on schedule,” you scoffed. “But I’m pretty sure the invitation read dinner at 7:30. So unless every man, woman and child on the guest list is about to take fashionably late to a new level, we are screwed with nothing to show for it!”

Which in some ways was the story of your life.

Kicking the stainless-steel counter, you winced in pain and ignored Derek’s attempt to massage the moment. Not that you ever wanted to come up short when it came to a gig. But of all nights… this event was designed to raise funds for seniors in need of in-home caregivers. The cause was close to Rafael’s heart for reasons that still made him toss and turn and bolt awake with tears in his eyes. Soon he would arrive so that no other grandchild, present or future, would ever have to wrestle with the idea of letting their loved one down, and you wanted to put your best foot forward, to do right by the cause…

…and him above all else.

How the hell were you supposed to make that happen with uncooked fare? Not to mention the cookies that were little more than slimy batter. Maybe you could serve it with spoons and call it an innovation destined to take the culinary world by storm. If everyone drank enough champagne and chased it with tequila that might fly.

Who were you kidding? There wasn’t enough liquor in the world to mask your gross incompetence.

“Ah the calm before the storm.”

Startled while you looked out a long window, you caught sight of Rafael sauntering towards you in a sleek silver suit paired with a light blue tie. Of course he had to be the first to guest to show up, and you shook your head when he clasped your arms and placed a quick kiss of your brow.

“I know, I know,” he said. “Pay no attention to the goddess working her magic behind the curtain.”

“When did I ever say—?”

“The first time was when you wagered you could cook a tuna melt that would make me rethink the merits of fish and cheese,” he reminded you, and a picture from the past filled your mind. He mentioned sandwiches after you spent a lazy Sunday afternoon watching old movies and smiling as he told you that he remembered the first time he saw Bette Davis in this one or Cary Grant in another. Every viewing at his abuelita’s knee. So sweet to imagine him as a little boy getting a grand education in old-fashioned romance. And the quiet secret they shared, that wherever life took him, any time he viewed frames made more beautiful by black and white, his abuelita would also be watching and thinking of him.

How he had believed that she might accept the assisted living facility simply because they promised movies and they could stay connected through celluloid.

“I wish you hadn’t said that,” you muttered.

Biting down on your lip and blinking back a few tears, you turned towards the kitchen that might as well be a walk-in freezer and wondered if there was some way that you could escape out the back. Because wherever that sweet old woman was now, she wasn’t watching a movie. Only a farce that negated your ability to fashion that simple tuna melt when a banquet was about to come undone.

“What’s all this about?” he asked.

Stepping swiftly to cut you off at the pass, he centered his palms on your shoulders. You avoided his eyes and focused on the fact that your knees looked as if you had crawled through flour with not even a slice of bread to show for your efforts.

“It’s already a disaster,” you said. “The food’s not ready.”

“Well I am early.”

“The oven was never turned on, Rafael! Cheese and crackers won’t bring the donations in. I… I wanted to get this right. This especially.”

Why hadn’t you double checked? Better yet thrown in the towel altogether and let someone else write the menu. Cracks in your facades were showing from the moment the Georgia Peach passed on your cuisine, and soon the word around town would be that you were all washed up.

Mi amor?”

He waited, tightening his grip until your reluctantly found his eyes.

“I know what you’re going to say.”

“Oh?” he challenged. “Then tell me.”

You released a heavy sigh.

“That it’s not a big deal. That I can still fix it. God, I swear sometimes you must get so sick of telling me that I’m not a failure.”

Because it wasn’t just the meal. It was the fact that your application to adopt a child had yet to give Jingles a playmate. Even the kitty cat seemed down these days.

“I don’t think I can get sick of that,” he started.

“Wow,” you said, pulling away from him and finally meeting his eyes. “What’s that? Just haven’t said it out loud? Has it been playing over and over again in the dreams you don’t share with me?”

Maybe that was a low blow, but you were too tired to care and ready to leave Derek holding the ladle and passing off pink bacon and lamb as fine food when Rafael seized your waist and buried his head in your hair.

“I can’t get sick of it because I would never say that to you,” he murmured. “Don’t you know that?”

“Yes,” you meekly replied.

“I didn’t quite catch—.”

“Yes,” you repeated, your voice a little louder as you sank into his chest and found his fingers, locking your hands in his as your head came to rest in the crook of his neck.

“I wouldn’t care if you brought out a bowl of chips tonight, mi amor. I just want you with me so I can keep it together.”

His voice hitched on the last word, and you looked up to see him fighting back a few tears. Softly stroking his face, your sense memory took over. On the nights when he sobbed and woke with a start, kicking himself for the idea that he had let his grandmother down, you cradled him until his head came to rest in your lap, combing your fingers through his rumpled locks until he found sleep, hoping that some higher power could answer the smallest of prayers and bring him sweet dreams.

“I’m here,” you assured him, instantly rethinking the idea of running away. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Thank you,” he said, lightly kissing your lips. “I need you. Forever.”

He fell into your arms, and you rubbed his back, wondering what his abuelita would do with a busted oven and guests already en route. You’d heard the stories of other ovens on the fritz. Rafael left in the other woman’s care, Lucia sick in bed on account of being smacked around when she’d fashioned an amazing dinner for a man who needed no excuse to form a fist. Abuelita rarely ventured out of her railroad apartment, but the woman worked wonders and always found ways to make little Rafael smile.

“I think I know what to do.”

Kissing him again, you started to run back to the kitchen when you whipped your head over your shoulders, stretching to the tips of your toes to claim his mouth and caress his cheeks.

“You’re really okay with chips?” you asked.

“I told you. I just want you with me.”

“Give me twenty minutes, and I’m all yours.”

The kitchen was in chaos, the oven finally plugged in as you ordered Derek to make a run to the convenience store on the corner.

“But they charge an arm and a leg for—”

“I’m about to be on a roll! Do not argue with me.”

He came back in record time with rippled potato chips and peanuts. Add that to the chips of the chocolate, peanut butter, and butterscotch variety, the cookies forgotten. Melting the sweets in a sauce pan and adding the salted savories so you could pour the concoction into a muffin tin, you peeked out to see the other guests arriving. At least there was an open bar, and Rafael saw you and rushed to your side.

“Do I even get a hint?” he asked.

“No. Not until it’s ready.”

Suddenly you were thankful for the chill. Derek was doing his best to right the lamb so that there would be something in the way of a main course.

“We’re starting with dessert?” he asked, wiping away a few beads of sweat as you smiled at your surprise.

“We’re improvising. It’s what she would have done.”

Arranging the treats on a silver tray, you took a deep breath and returned to the main room flooded with guests. Rafael was in the midst of a deep conversation with a couple and their daughter.

“I know,” he said. “If I had it to over I would have hired people around the clock.”

“But the cost is—”

“That’s why we’re here.”

He looked so sad again, smaller, and you cleared your throat. Fighting to still your trembling hands around the edges of the tray, you saw his eyes light up when you presented your grand idea and spoke slowly.

“I… I wan to thank you all for coming. Dinner is delayed. But tonight, I was reminded why we’re all here. We want to make this… every day a little brighter.”

You focused on nothing and no one but Rafael.

“See my… my husband knows how to do that. Because he learned from the best. And he lives those lessons every day. So in her honor… in his… these are Abuelita’s Appetizers.”

Everyone moved as if they were walking under water, surveying the strange sweets and sharing a few confused glances before tucking in. For one second your still feared that it would be a bust, but as soon as your attempt at Cuban lunch candies hit their tongues, far more than the chocolate melted. The room was awash in smiles and stories of similar treats courtesy of other abuelitas, of nonnas and jaddahs. Like the best food, like the movies that were meant to tie an invisible string from Rafael to his grandmother through the whirlpool that was infinity, the dead came back to life, assuring the survivors that no one was to blame, that fate had worked its course and they understood. It wasn’t as if they were looking down from above; they were in the air to make everyone remember, to know that no one ever really left if the recipe was right and all souls stayed strong.

Mi amor?”

Your tray was almost empty when Rafael guided you into a quiet corner, his face unreadable until you touched his cheek and let his tears stream between your fingers.

“She would be… she is so proud of you, Rafael,” you said. “Lots of love here tonight.”

Ever so slowly, his lips curled into a smile, and he kissed you, his tongue sweet with memories, his grin broad with the idea of tomorrow as he ended the kiss but still held your hands.

“Thank you,” he said. “For never letting me down.”

And here’s another example of something that needs attention.  Something that’s always bothered me.  In Sleeping Beauty, all those penché-arabesques, with Aurora’s leg at 180 or beyond.  Sleeping Beauty is of a manner; of a period; of a time.  In that time, I don’t think a 16-year-old girl would be showing her underwear to the court, in such an extreme manner.  You can do the physical extremes, sure.  But why would you, and why should you?  Whether you can get your legs up or not, it’s wrong there.  And throwing flowers at the king and queen.  Who said you should throw them?  They must be let go, laid down, like a gift, a grateful offering from a grateful child.  Call me old-fashioned.  And there is nothing in their technical ability preventing them from doing it in the right context.  I’ve seen it in contemporary ballets, fantastic technical things that I just love.  But it doesn’t belong in 19th-century ballet.  Would you do Balanchine without taking the Balanchine style?  Why would you do Petipa in a style not related to Petipa?  And arms have gotten lost; the beauty of the port de bras is lost.
—  Cynthia Harvey (ABT, 2014)

anonymous asked:

As much as I lov yes man vicktor was always my tru securitron bf,,,, would you happen to have any hcs about dating the big metal dude?

honestly, that cowboy charm gets me every game


  • he’s not about to confess to you, he thinks it’d be improper
  • although he’s obviously not above flirting; he’s just doubtful that a human would pursue a relationship with a robot like himself
  • but when you do confess to him, his response is along the lines of “Well, now, how could anyone say no to that?”
  • sort of old fashioned; likes bringing you flowers and little gifts when you’re away from each other for a while
  • croons old love songs to you at times.
  • due to him being a securitron, physical intimacy is a bit…limited.  holding hands and hugs are a thing, and he always acts surprised when you initiate it.
Christmas & Chill

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: swearing, the defiling of the sanctity of christmas, fingering, a handjob, mutual masturbation, no actual penetration, dirty talk, cumming on the butt 

Word Count: 1707

based on the request:  Please do a Bucky x Reader NSFW Where Bucky and the reader decorating for christmas and since she’s shorter than him she has to jump or stand on her tip toes and her skirt hikes up while decorating the tree and that turns Bucky on and SMUT happens

kind of adapted it slightly and also added some ariana grande cause i love her and why tf not??

Originally posted by enochianess

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anonymous asked:

MTL to date a foreigner with Monsta X and BTS plz? Thank you !!

MONSTA X

In my opinion i think I.M would be the most open to dating a foreigner. I think that communication can sometimes play a very vital role in a relationship. Since he can speak English he would be  able to communicate with a majority of the world population. I also get the sense that he like to learn new languages. So he would take the time to learn and start throwing in random words into his speech to surprise you. 

Minhyuk
Jooheon
Wonho
Kihyun
Hyungwon

I think Shownu would be the least likely but still very likely. He is a bit old fashioned. I feel like he wants a sweet girl that is bit old fashioned as well. Someone that he get can along with easily and that already understands what it’s like. That could mean either what it’s like to be Korean or just soft spoken.

BTS

Again, in my opinion i think that…. hmmm it’s a 3 way tie for me. Rap Mon because again communication but also his genuine interest in (i swear to bejesus) everything. But also Jungkook and Tae because they seem so rebellious. I feel like they would love someone that was spunky and open to new and fun things. 

Jhope
Suga
Jin

Jimin would be the least likely. I also think he is a bit old fashioned but still would be open to someone who was sweet and caring. Someone who would compliment him and and play around. Someone just as fluffy as him. (The fluff would be out of this world).

Thanks for requesting. Let me know how you like it!!

firemafia  asked:

Hi first love ur imagines 💗💗💗💗💗keep it up 👍🏼😘💋can u do one of Reid where we are childhood best friend and I surprise him and he introduced me to his friend and they know I have a crush on him and he has one on me too if possible u can change any way you want thank you also I can tell them secrets of Reid also have a cute nickname for him 😊 thank you

Einstein

Contains: fluff 

(He’s adorkable)

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Flashback

“Hey Einstein!” You called outside of your bedroom window, giving him away before running outside to meet him. You gave him a smile, but found once you saw his face ridden with distress.

You nodded, wordlessly dragging him over to your backyard. Grabbing some dandelions you and him both sat on your porch swing, and you started to tie the  stems together.

“ I graduated high school, and I’ll be going to Caltech in a few days, so I won’t see you.” He mumbled, running his hand through his hair. You stared at him with shock, your eyes brimmed with tears and you saw his face mirroring your own.

You had been with Spencer ever since he moved next-door, because his mother worried about his safety. You have been there to Spencer’s dad leaving, him skipping grades, and you were always there to help him with his mom had an episode and locked him outside or didn’t buy groceries.

“Hey…” You cupped his face with your hand, wiping a tear that had slipped down his cheek. “Don’t cry.” You grabbed the finished flower crown and placed it on his head. “There, now you’re the prettiest princess in all of Nevada.” You both chuckled through your tears softly.

“Will you write?” He mumbled.

“Everyday Einstein.” You pulled him in for a hug. “I’m gonna miss you.”

You both cried together.

Now.

You nervously waited outside his door biting your lip and fighting a battle inside your head it had been around 18 years since you had actually seen each other. (Far-fetched I know.) 

You were so terrified you had almost left, but you were so excited to see him again you just had to stay.

*knock knock*

“You waited as you heard footsteps coming. Finally the door open and you smiled widely “Hey Einstein.” you said softly. You groaned as you were immediately met with a hug.

“Y/n! What are you doing here?”

“II wanted to surprise you! And I see it worked.” You guys pulled away and you  found him staring at you for a little while. You blushed and shrugged sheepishly, scratching behind your ear. “Puberty really does work miracles doesn’t it.” You gestured yourself.

“No-no! you look-I mean you’ve always been-…” he sighed. “You look nice.” you chuckled and ruffled his hair.

“Well you have defiantly changed.” You noticed. “ And wow, I missed your rambling.” You teased. “Although I do remember that one time you sent me a 10 page letter about why birds fly south in the winter when I asked about in one of my letters.”

“You know actually I was just reading about the other day and along with the fact that-” you cut him off, chuckling again. “Okay Einstein slow down, I’m only mortal.”

“I haven’t heard you call me that in 18 years, 4 months an 25 days.” You smiled warmly.

“It’s nice you remembered.”

“Well I have an eidetic memory and an IQ of 186-” you nodded, interrupting him. “Yes I know you big dork.” You gave him another hug and he invited you inside, you both sitting on his couch.

“So are you passing by or are you staying?” He asked. 

“I am actually applying for a job here in Quantico. For an elementary school teacher, so right now I’m trying to look for a place to stay. Right now i’m just kicking it at a hotel.” He smiled in appreciation.

“That’s amazing. I know how hard you worked for all of the degrees you have.”

“Yeah well, not everyone is blessed to have a wonderful brain like yours.” you poked his forehead. 

You both talked for a while, catching up on things, bringing up old memories and laughing. You felt old feelings bubble in your chest. You did have a silly little crush on him when you were both little, but you never thought it would never amount to anything so you hid inside. You yawned and checked your watch, eyes widening of how late it had gotten.

“Woah, I forgot you have an early morning tomorrow,’ You stretched your arms, joints popping slightly. ‘I better get going. If you wanna meet up again, just call me. Or since you’re so old fashioned, send me a letter by bird a few days in advance, Einstein.” You kissed his cheek and waved goodbye, heading to your car as you drove back to your hotel.

*Le time skip.*

Spencer had called you earlier that evening and invited you to meet his friends from work you were now were at Quantico’s local bars, feeling slightly uncomfortable in the outfit you had chosen to wear tonight (Black dress and pumps) You were really nervous to meet his friends there probably all brilliant like him and you wondered if maybe he had outgrown you.

“Oh y/n!” Spencer called waving you over to the table those that had quite a few people surrounding it. You walked over and awkwardly waved hello. “Guys this is y/n, she was my childhood best friend growing up. Y/n, this is Derrick Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jarreau, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, and my boss Aaron Hotchner.” You nodded and shook hands with each one.

“Oh um, hi.”

“Do you wanna grab something to drink?” Penelope asked, and you shrugged, nodding. “Good, because now I have another excuse to talk to that cutie upfront.” She pointed to the bartender, dragging you away with her, JJ, and Emily.

-Third Person POV-

“Go get him baby girl!” Derek yelled after her, chuckling. He turned to Spencer. “She’s pretty cute. Are you gonna ask her out?” He elbowed his friend. Rossi and Hotch were both caught up in their own conversation.

“I swear that’s all you think about.” Spencer mumbled, taking a sip of his drink. 

“Well why not? It’s obvious she finds you attractive.”

“How would you know that?”

“Well, let’s just say I know these things better than you do. Plus, I’m a profiler.” Morgan shrugged. “Besides are you telling me that mini-Boy Wonder never had a crush on her?” 

“Well, I never said I didn’t it’s just, well we were both twelve and I was in high school, she was in middle school, I went to CalTech, the timing was just never right.” 

“Now’s your chance Dr. Love, she’s coming back.”

-Your POV-

They were really nice, you already felt like you had known them your whole life. As you four went back to the table Garcia started telling Morgan about how she got the bartenders number and Emily and JJ joined in the conversation that Rossi and Hotch were deep into. You walked up to Spencer, taking a light sip of your alcoholic beverage and smiling.

“Your friends are pretty awesome Einstein.”

“Y/n! Tell us cute stories of Spencer!” JJ called you both over. Spencer gave you a pleading look, but you grinned wickedly.

“Okay so this one time when we were 10-” Spencer tried to cover your mouth but you swatted his hand away. “10 year old Spencer liked this girl and so, I told him to bring her flowers, and so we picked some sunflowers from my yard, and when he gave them to her, she started sneezing because she was actually allergic!” Everyone laughed and Spencer blushed. “Hey it’s okay, she turned out to be really mean anyway, she wasn’t right for you.”

*Le time skip*

You were driving Spencer back to his place, laughing and talking about the evening, stopping once you had reached your destination. You suddenly remembered what was in the paper bag you had bought earlier.

“I have a surprise for you,” you reached in the backseat to grab a small bag. “Close your eyes.” You smiled as you gently grabbed the familiar stems. You placed the flower crown you made earlier that evening. But instead of dandelions, you had bought white carnations.

“Would you maybe want to go grab some coffee in the morning?” He asked, turning to face you, thinking about what Morgan said. “But like in a different way than being friends?”

You nodded, feeling the little 12 year-old feeling bubble up again. 

“If course Einstein. Can’t believe it took you so long to ask for someone as smart as yourself.”

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(Oh my god I know this sucks but I’m just a terrible writer honestly, and so tired. The hardest part of writing these things for me is wondering how the actual person who requested feels after reading this because I totally know what it’s like to request something and have it not turn out the way you planned.)