you look like such a nice person

Soft Spot: Miss Moving On ~Sweet Pea Imagine~

Summary: After your break up with Sweet Pea, you return to the Southside as a changed woman. 

Author’s Note: You guys wanted it and you got it! Here’s part two of Soft Spot!

Part One

Originally posted by mona-stay


After your break up with Sweet Pea, something changed in you. Was it just your mixed emotions? Who knows. You changed your style and a bit of your personality. You were more confident than you were before. 

“Hey, Y/N!” Your cousin said, engulfing you into a tight hug.

“Hey,” You smiled as you hugged him back.

“Dude, you look different,” They told you.

“I feel different,” You tell them.

“Post break up looks good,” Your other cousin tells you.

“Thanks,” You tell them.

Sweet Pea on the other hand grew a little more moodier. He hasn’t looked at a girl the same way he looked at you. He knew that he should’ve been happy to be in the relationship with you.

After a month, you went to the Southside due to a small family reunion. You sat there bored as the adults talked about the Black Hood. 

“Hey, Y/N. Let’s go,” Your cousin said. You smiled and joined your three cousins. 

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“The Whyte Wyrm,” They answered. You looked at them before they realized what they said. 

“But we can change it if you don’t want to see him,” One of them told you.

“No it’s fine,” You tell them.

“You sure?” 

“Yeah. Besides, I want to beat your butts in pool,” You tell them.

“Oh it’s so on!”

After parking by the bar, you all walked in making some people look at you guys. You went to pay for a few rounds before going to a table. You set up the balls before looking over at them.

“Two against two. But I need to use the restroom. Forgot to go when we got here,” You tell them.

“Hurry back,” They said as you left. 

Sweet Pea walked in with Fangs and some other Serpents. He spotted your cousins getting ready to play but they were just talking. 

“You guys aren’t going to play?” He asked them.

“Waiting for someone,” They told him.

“Who?” Sweet Pea asked them.

“Just a friend from the Northside,” One of your cousins told him.

“You brought a Northsider here?” Sweet Pea asked them, defensively.

“No worries. They are really cool,” Your cousin said.

“Whatever,” Sweet Pea said before taking a seat in a table nearby. 

You walked out of the bathroom as soon as Sweet Pea left your cousins. You walked over to the table and leaned over showing off your body a bit.

“Alright, let’s play,” You tell them. 

Sweet Pea looked up to see you smiling and in a different style. You didn’t wear your nice, a little preppy clothes he liked on you. Instead you were in a crop top with shorts. The outfit revealed a  little more skin than you normally would show off. He stared in shock and awe as you were a completely different person.

“Hello there,” A Serpent said, walking over to you.

“Hi,” You smile at him.

“I’ve never seen you here before. You new to the South Side?” He asked you.

“No. I’m just here visiting my cousins,” You tell him. You moved over to the side since it was your turn to shoot the ball.

You leaned over and aimed. You shot the white ball as it hit one of your solid color balls into the pocket. You glanced up to see Sweet Pea staring at you. You looked over at the Serpent who was leaning against the wall.

“Are you a Northsider chick?” He asked you. You leaned back up and smiled. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders making you blush a little.

“You bet,” You winked at him.

Sweet Pea walked over to you and picked you up. He threw you over his shoulder and he walked to another room.

“Sweet Pea!” You say in surprise.

“Hey! I need her!” Your cousin says as Sweet Pea walked away from you.

“Well that was interesting,” Toni tells Fangs as they watch Sweet Pea carry you away.

Sweet Pea went to another room in the Whyte Wyrm and he put you down. 

“That the hell!” You yell at him.

“I think you’re done flirting with him,” Sweet Pea tells you.

“Says who?” You ask him.

“Says me.”

“We broke up, Sweet Pea. I clearly remember you telling your friends that you were just using me,” You tell him.

“I made a mistake, Y/N!” He yelled. You stared at him waiting for him to continue.

“I made a huge mistake. I should’ve been proud on telling my friends that I was dating you. I miss you so much. I miss us,” Sweet Pea tells you.

“Sweet Pea-”

Sweet Pea cupped your cheeks and leaned down to give you a kiss. You melted a bit into the kiss as you missed the feeling of his lips on yours. You stayed frozen, not knowing whether to kiss back or push him away. Instead, you pushed him away.

“No. No. No. You can’t do that. You can’t just kiss me and then expect everything to be fine. You can’t do that to me. Not anymore,” You tell him. 

“Y/N-” Sweet Pea says, holding your hand. You start to walk out of the room, letting your hands linger a bit. Sweet Pea stood there, watching you walk off again.

“Hey, what happened?” Your cousin asked you as you started to walk pass them.

“I need air,” You tell them before walking outside.

BTS Drabble/Imagine: Alone at the Cinema (Hoseok)

Member: Hoseok

Prompt(s): “Can you do a scenario where both you and Hoseok end up getting stood up and then just take each other out.”

Requested by: skylions-den

Summary: You’re waiting at the cinema for your date. And waiting. And waiting. What happens when he doesn’t show? 

Originally posted by liveforeverneversaynever

Checking your phone for what had to be the hundredth time that evening, you sigh.

You’ve been stood up. Or so it seems.

You aren’t one who dates very much. At all, honestly. It just doesn’t seem to be worth the effort most of the time. However, when one of your new co-workers asked you on a date to the cinema, you readily said yes. It would be a nice change of pace and maybe something would come from it that would make your family members stop asking about why you don’t have a boyfriend, when you’re getting married, or when you’re going to have kids at every single family gathering.

That would’ve been nice.

Your date, however, must have had other ideas. He is nowhere to be found, he isn’t responding to your texts, and the movie started 20 minutes ago.

You pretend to be busy, switching between aimlessly scrolling through the different apps on your phone and studying the “Coming Soon” movie posters. You don’t take in any of the information though. You are stuck in your head. ‘What did I do? Where is he? Is he okay? Of course, this happened. I could’ve been on my couch in my PJs but no, I had to agree to meet this idiot. Should I just buy a ticket and go watch a movie? That would probably look less pathetic than me just walking out. But I don’t want to sit there alone.’

While you’re having this internal conversation with yourself, your eyes are scanning the cinema lobby. If you had been paying attention, you would smell the popcorn burning because the young man behind the counter forgot to dump the kettle. You’d hear the little kids raving about the movie that they just saw and how the explosions couldn’t have been real. You might’ve joined in on the conversation of the couple in line for tickets…they were talking about your favorite book that was being turned into a movie in the coming months. You would’ve seen a young man, about your age, standing near the entrance with a quaint but gorgeous bouquet of flowers in his hands, searching the scene on the other side of the glass doors as if he was a kid waiting for the ice cream truck. His radiant smile was reflecting in the window.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Honestly I don't have the words to express how much I love you and your art- this is my go-to place whenever I'm feeling bad. May I request a doodle of Tracer, D. Va, or Mercy from overwatch? (Just one of the is fine, but I wouldn't be complaining if you felt like doing otherwise) I just know they would look simply AMAZING in your style! Also, I want to give you the creative freedom of choosing whatever skin you see fit. You are my favorite person on the internet you're just so nice and ILY.

Hey! I’m really glad I can bring something good into your world on bad days, that’s really sweet of you to say. I’ll take it as an honor to be considered as one of your internet favs, and leave you with this Overwatch doodle! 

I was tagged by @lovingfionn thank you sm i love these!!!!

Rules: Answer thirty questions, then tag twenty people you want to get to know better

Nickname: Marty

Gender: Female

Star sign: Gemini

Myers Briggs personality type: ENFP (i had to google this)

Height: 160 cm (5,3 feet)

Time: 16:13 this is nap time in spain

Birthday: 15th june!

Favorite bands: 1d, bastille

Favorite solo artists: whitney houston, beyoncé, i really like niall and harry’s new music as well

Song stuck in my head: feelings by hayley kiyoko

Last movie I watched: Agora!! I liked it , oscar isaac looks nice

Last show I watched: Mindhunter, i feel like i need to watch it again bc i was disappointed

When I created my blog: this summer, at first it was a dunkirk blog!

What I post about: films and actors mostly, sometimes memes, i also talk about how much i love cillian

Last thing I googled: that myers briggs test i literally had no idea what it was

Other blogs I have: @numinousa but i barely use it

Why I chose my url: because cillian is one of my favourite actors and I’m seriously in love with him and its a great url and yeah i love my man

Following: 162

Followers: 450

Favorite color: black, white, grey, navy blue

Average hours of sleep: i used to sleep 8 hours straight but now i sleep like 6 sometimes 5

Lucky number: don’t have one

Instruments: i quit piano years ago bc i’m stupid and i can’t read music

What I’m wearing: jeans, black sweater and dr martens

Number of blankets I sleep with: two, sometimes one

Dream job: anything related to movies really, I’d also love to perform in a musical!

Dream trip: Italy, Vienna, Paris

Favorite food: pasta!!! chinese and mexican food as well

I tag @rizanmed @dicapriyoyo @joycebyers @cate-blnchett @jcklowden @galqadot @cillianmurphy @domhnllgleeson @paulocoelhos @pilctcollins @gyllenhaal-jake @whysoserious @boyegas @cinesolo @isaacoscar @sagyllenhaal @tommhardy @tomellis @xavierdolen @arthurshelbyy this was freaking hard

so i just remembered that last night i had a dream where i was driving around and passed many groups of friends on their bikes and I opened the window and just pointed at them and yelled YOU LOOK LIKE YOU’RE IN STRANGER THINGS!

and then the last group i stopped by turned out to be the actual kids from stranger things

and i was like wow! you’re actually in stranger things!

and they were like hey yeah we are!

and i was like nice! and just drove off

hmmmmm

I’ve been looking for a room to rent, and it’s pissing me off how many people stop responding once you mention your disability. I think it’s dishonest of me not to mention it, you know what I mean? I’m not going to “hide” it from someone. It’s a big part of my life that affects how I live in many ways, so I need it to be disclosed. 

Anyway, I just saw a room in my budget and sent a text to the person letting it. They were friendly, right up until I mentioned that I have a disability. I just got a response that said “it’s probably best you look somewhere else”. I couldn’t help but respond “wow”, to which they replied that it was clear “I had an attitude problem”. Actually, no... you’re an ableist piece of trash? You were nice as pie until that moment? And I mean, if you had other concerns (like perhaps they are loud tenants), you could have at least politely said that?

I have enough to afford this place. That is not an issue. I’m quiet, and tidy. But this added thing of having chronic illness makes it so damn hard for people to take you seriously? They just assume you must be a “burden”. And all of this - these terrible attitudes from people - it adds to that pressure to try and “fit in” and force yourself to act as “normal” as possible, just to be given the time of day. 

I can gaurentee if I hadn’t disclosed that information with this guy, that I would have at least been invited for an inspection, and likely gotten the place (seems pretty first come first serve), but I was written off immediately. So, back to the drawing board. 

It shouldn’t be so hard to find somewhere to live. 

sobersapphic  asked:

I have a crush on my coworker. She's a gorgeous, freckled, redheaded, chubby, bespectacled, bisexual gal, and she makes work so much fun. We've been talking every day, and the other day at work (we work in a grocery store) she was telling me that no one has ever gotten her flowers before, so on my break, I picked out a bouquet of sunflowers for her, and when I gave it to her, the look on her face was so precious. I don't think she likes me back, but I hope she enjoyed the flowers.

That’s so sweet! It’s nice to have crushes and enjoy the fact that the person makes you happy sometimes even if they don’t like you back, and I think we should all remember that. I’m happy you two have each other as work friends! 

Do not pressure followers or partners to comment on your fics. It adds the pressure of expectancy and will make any such comment false anyway.

It’s all well and good wanting feedback for your work, looking for praise and the like is also perfectly fine, you go! Just DON’T try to force comments out of people personally.

random blogrates time

hiya! so i’m v bored right now and my dash is dead. to fix both of those things, i’m doing blogrates! 

to receive one:

  • send me an ask (off anon) recommending me a blog! it can be dnp, dodie, other youtubers - any blog that you like really
  • must be following me. also my dnp and/or my personal blog if you want
  • reblog this post
  • i mean preferably you post dodie and/or dnp related content, but it doesn’t really matter

black list “emily does blogrates” because i’m annoying

the format is under the cut

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anonymous asked:

What kind of girls do you like?

dang! i normally don’t think about stuff like that but i guess i prefer strong, confident, independent girls who know their worth. a great personality, a golden heart, an open mind, a cute smile and nice teeth definitively help… add blue eyes and dark hair and i want to make her mine forever… but in the end only the real person matters for me and not some stupid tendencies, dreams or a specific look…

my lil tips for feeling better

face:

  • wash your face at least once a day, with a cleanser and a moisturizer that works for your skin (you can add a toner and serum to the routine too)
  • keep a lip balm on you at all times
  • please try to remember to brush your teeth. i know, you’re very sleepy and your bed is very comfortable, but still
  • try out some face masks every once in awhile!

hair:

  • find a shampoo and conditioner that really works for you and makes your hair smell nice
  • try to skip using the heat tools and embrace the natural look, your hair will thank you for it
  • deep conditioner? hair masks? argan oil? go for it
  • for those of you with long hair: keep a hair tie on you at all times

hands:

  • keep a small hand cream in your purse to keep your hands from getting dry after washing them
  • maybe keep a cuticle cream in your purse too? (it really helps me stop picking at my cuticles because this motion is actually a good kind of fidgeting instead of harmful, and it keeps them from drying out in the process)
  • paint your nails a light beige/pink neutral color. it’s subtle but looks so elegant and goes with everything

body:

  • moisturize!!!!! after every shower!!!! whether it be lotion or coconut oil or what, it’s important!! dry skin is uncomfortable and does not make you feel better
  • find a perfume you like and spray it on whenever you need a lil pick-me-up. smelling nice = feeling nice
  • take a multivitamin every! day!
  • and take your medications! don’t forget!
  • try to incorporate eating something kinda healthy every day (maybe just one fruit! that’s all!)
A reputation ask
  • 1. Ready for it: What's your earliest memory?
  • 2. End game: What's your otp?
  • 3. I did something bad: What's your guilty pleasure?
  • 4. Don't blame me: What's the pettiest thing you've ever done?
  • 5. Delicate: Which song always gets to you?
  • 6. Look what you made me do: What's the worst thing someone made you do?
  • 7. So it goes...: What's something you know like the back of your hand?
  • 8. Gorgeous: Who's the most gorgeous person in your life?
  • 9. Getaway car: Have you ever run away from home?
  • 10. King of my heart: Do you have a partner?
  • 11. Dancing with our hands tied: Do you ever go clubbing?
  • 12. Dress: What's your favorite outfit?
  • 13. This is why we can't have nice things: What's the worst thing someone has done to you?
  • 14. Call it what you want: Have you ever been in love?
  • 15. New year's day: Do you prefer new year's eve or new year's day and why?
Mistakes Were Made

Originally posted by katylol

Prompt: If there was one thing you knew, leaving Steve’s side had been a mistake.
+ Hi. I really love all of your imagines and read some of them over again. I was wondering if you could write a fluff with Steve Harrington. I have a minor idea that I think you could make amazing… You and Steve have been dating, however when you two are at a party and Billy tries to hit on you. Jealous!Steve plsszz

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader (you’ll see)

Warnings: Billy and just him…

A/N: Yup that’s right, some protective Steve coming at ya’

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!


You hadn’t meant to leave Steve’s, it’d sort of just happened. Soon, about an hour into the party you found yourself Steve-less and by the punch table which you were drinking in full gulps. 

It was Halloween and Tina threw some of the best parties; it was also one of the few nights you got away from your parents and you were taking that to the full advantage. You weren’t sure where Steve had gone, but you knew you wanted him back as soon as possible. The party had been fun but now the loud music was starting to give you a migraine and the alcohol was making your brain fuzzy.

Though no matter how hard you searched, you couldn’t find your seemingly missing boyfriend. As you let your hand fall against the table covered with a pumpkin designed table cloth, you let your eyes wander around what you could see of the house in another desperate attempt at finding Steve; but yet again, no such luck.

You groaned in frustration, turning to the table and closing your eyes in distress. You wanted to go home and Steve was your drive; not to mention that you were extremely intoxicated. You didn’t even really wanted to go home, knowing you’d hear a mouthful from your parents, but you just wanted to be alone and by Steve’s side. God, you were sounding desperate.

Taking a deep breath, you set down your plastic cup and turned around to walk away but you felt yourself collide with another. You let out a gasp of surprise as you knocked the person’s drink from their hands, making the beer spill all over their white shirt. When you looked up to see who you’d just so rudely bumped into, you felt your shoulders slump slightly as you identified the person as Billy; the new kid.

From what you’d seen, you didn’t much like the boy. He seemed arrogant and anytime you’d seen him near his sister, Max you’d learned from your younger brother Dustin, he didn’t seem too nice either. You feared for a moment he’d lash out but the second his eyes met yours, a smile grew. 

“I’m so sorry.” You quickly apologized; you might not like the boy but it was no reason to be rude. You had spilt his drink all over him.

“That’s fine, sweetheart.” You tried to internalize the cringe you felt as he slurred the nickname, offering a small smile in response.

“Well, in that case I really need to be-” Just as you moved to walk past Billy his hand abruptly reached out to grip your arm, and tugged you back. You felt yourself freeze in response, slowly turning your head to gaze at the boy who’d so rudely blocked your path with a heavy heart.

“Now, where do you think you’re going?” Billy breathed, and you could smell the alcohol off of him. “I might of said it’s fine, but you did spill my drink. At least give me the courtesy of helping me get a new one.” 

You felt panic settle in, knowing that Billy would be harder to get by now. “I really should be going…”

Billy’s grip only tighten and you hissed in discomfort, your expression turning into one of anger. You didn’t take kindly to those who thought they could manhandle you, especially one so disgustingly rude as Billy. “Hey, you’re Harrington’s girl right?”

“My names Y/N.” You corrected, glaring. “But yeah, which reminds me. I should really go find him.” You moved yet again to go walk away but that damn arm kept you back. You huff in annoyance, turning to Billy but the moment you did he repositioned himself so you were now against the punch table and he was before you. Your hands moved up to push up against his chest, warning him to stay back as he got dangerously close but the creep didn’t seem to care.

“Listen Billy, i’m not int-”

“Quite frankly, Y/N.” Billy interrupted you, leering down at you. “I don’t care.” Both hands no gripped your arms and you felt your body grow cold in distress as you gaze around yourself and Billy. Half (more than half) of the kids here were drunk, so they’d be no help and you knew anyone else wouldn’t really care. You really were doomed. “Now why don’t we-”

“Hey, new kid.” A wave of relief washed over you as you heard Steve’s familiar voice. Looking just a bit past Billy’s shoulder, you found Steve reaching out for said boy and pulling him back. Billy’s hands reluctantly let go of you and you wasted no time leaving his side and making your way over to Steve. Steve glanced at you briefly, his hand reaching out to touch your shoulder in support as you made your way behind him slightly. He wasted no time turning back to Billy; “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Hey man,” Billy called, raising his hands; “she asked for it.”

You narrowed your eyes; “the hell I did.”

“Listen, just back off.” Steve mumbled; “okay?” He seemed rather calm to annoy who didn’t know him, but you knew Steve. And he was doing his absolute best to keep his anger under control for your sake.

“Harrington, that’s one tight ass you have there so I don’t know what you expect me to do. Y/L/N’s got some-” But it seemed Steve didn’t stay cool for long, because before you knew Steve had raised his hand and swung it so it knocked Billy across the face. A murmur of gasps echoed as the party slowly grew silent. You out of the corner of your eye glanced at Billy and knew you had to get out of there.

Grasping Steve’s hand, you pulled; “come on!”

“But-”

“No buts, let’s go.” You didn’t give him time to argue as you begun leading him in the direction of the front door. 

“That’s right Harrington, run away!”

You didn’t stop pulling on him until you reached Steve’s car. Once you did, you let out a heavy breath and leaned against the side of it, turning to Steve with wide eyes. He only looked distressed and mad, but you couldn’t blame him; you were fuming too. “Steve…”

“Look I know you’re gonna get ma-”

You interrupted the boy by leaning forward and pressing a gently kiss against his lips to soothe him. “I was going to say thank you.”

self-control (part 1) - steve harrington

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Angst, some light cursing.

Summary: You’re in charge of homecoming but you don’t have a date.

A/N: OK, honestly I’m so proud of this you guys. It was like ten pages on a google docs. I hope you like it. I know a lot of people want a part 2 to twist of fate, and that will most likely happen pretty soon! But I want to do this as a series as well so we’ll see. Anyway, hope you all like it. I love the feedback, by the way, so tell me what you think!

Gif is not mine, belongs to the owner.

Originally posted by nwetss

The sound of the phone ringing woke you up. Startled, you ran a hand through your hair and looked around before registering where you were. Home. In bed. Things were normal again, right?

Wrong. It was two a.m and the phone was ringing. Why did your parents agree to get you your own line? You quickly flicked on your bedside lamp and then picked up the receiver. “Hello?” You mumbled barely coherently, slowly sitting up in bed.

“Y/N?” It was Steve. You could tell by the way he pronounced your name. Just slightly different than everyone else did. Like it had more meaning coming from his mouth.

You let out a long yawn. “Yeah, Steve. It’s me. What’s going on? Why are you calling me at-“ you glanced over at the clock on your night stand. “Two thirteen in the morning?”

“I haven’t been able to sleep at all,” he said, and you could hear the tiredness in his voice, all groggy and deeper than usual. “Let me apologize. Let me make it up to you. I fucked up, okay-“

“Fucked up is putting it lightly,” you cut him off, your words sharp like daggers. “I don’t want to talk to you about it. Especially not now.”

Steve sighed on the other line. You could almost picture him running a hand through his hair. You hated that you knew him that well. “Go to sleep, Harrington,” You said, and didn’t wait for a response before hanging up the phone.

You tried to go back to sleep but your mind kept drifting back to a few days ago, when everything starting going to shit.

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  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *sitting in his chair*
  • Rosamund: *sitting in his lap; frowning at a photo* What am I looking at, Uncle Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: *smiles* My baby *points* that's the head, see?
  • Rosamund: *fascinated* Wooow...all those squiggly lines are a person?
  • Sherlock: *chuckles* Yes.
  • Rosamund: Your person.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Yup. And your Aunt Molly's.
  • Rosamund: *giggles* It's funny.
  • Sherlock: Hmm?
  • Rosamund: *still laughing* Aunt Molly has a person in her. How did you put it there?
  • Sherlock: *snorts* Oh, no *lifts her and stands* I'm not having that conversation for another twenty five years.
  • Molly: *enters; grinning* Hello.
  • Rosamund: *happily* Aunt Molly! *runs over; hugs her, whispers* hello, little person.
  • Molly: *smiles* You told her, then?
  • Sherlock: *nods* Oh, yes *pats Rosie's head* you're going to be a godcousin, aren't you?
  • Rosamund: *excited* Uh-huh.
  • Molly: *giggles* Is that so?
  • Sherlock: *nudges Rosie* Pyjamas, young lady. I'll be in soon.
  • Rosamund: *sighs* Okay, Uncle Sherlock. Night Aunt, Molly. Night, little person *runs off*
  • Molly: *calls* Night, Rosie *hugs Sherlock* I'm glad she took it well.
  • Sherlock: *kisses the top of her head* Mmm *pauses* John has some questions to answer, though.
Breaking the Rules - part 7

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,176

Warnings: the usual

A/N: I made this extra cheesy so it hurts more. You’re welcome ♥

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by bisebchris

You plopped down in your seat, avoiding Steve and Peggy’s inquisitive gaze. Your heart was beating so fast and hard, it felt a woodpecker was trapped inside your rib cage.

When Bucky joined the table, he was visibly nervous, but had managed to collect himself a little. Upon seeing the dark hickey on his neck, Peggy jabbed her elbow into Steve’s side. He woofed out a breath and rubbed his ribs before he turned his head to look at her.

She nodded toward Bucky’s neck and Steve’s eyes widened. He reluctantly placed a ten-dollar bill in her awaiting hand.

Meanwhile, you and Bucky acted like nothing had happened. You noticed that he was trying to sneak peeks at you, but you stared straight ahead, ignoring him.

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thank you — p.p.

summary → there has never been a moment where peter’s words haven’t failed him whilst basking in your presence, so why should they form coherent sentences now?

word count → 3.5k

author’s note → did you guys forget that i write because honestly me 2

  Be it totally and completely out of the blue, you awaken one bright, blazing Tuesday morning in early November, brisk chill whipping through the air, and decide that later that night, when you see him somewhere that isn’t so public and academic like, you’re going to kiss Peter Benjamin Parker.  

  You’re not quite sure what brings it on, perhaps you should just leave it to the raging teenage hormones that the doctors and psychologists and guidance counselors blame everything on, but another part of you understands that this longing, yearning, to let yourself fall in love with your best friend is something far from foreign or new. This loving feels familiar to you, like coming back home after vacations far away and far too long, and it’s warmth in the way that burrowing under your blankets when the chill settles into your bones is. Boys like Peter demand to be adored, and they demand to be kissed as if never before. You’d be damned if you let such prime opportunities escape your grasp, or rather, your lips. 

  The hours in school glide by, which was, admittedly, utterly surprising. Typically, when you’re anticipating something later in the day, any hours before the event that is to transpire drag on as if you’re not impatient, as if you can wait all day without a complaint. But suddenly it’s last period, then two-thirty rolls around and you’re bounding over to your locker where your best friend awaits you, rocking slightly on the heels of his feet the way he has a tendency to do when he’s overexcited. This motion is arguably the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. Then again, anything Peter does, the simplest actions that bear no real relevancy, is something that you mark down in your head as the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. 

   Peter glances around the halls, unable to see you through the mounds of students rushing hurriedly past him in order to relieve themselves of academia for the day as soon as possible. He pulls down the cuff of his sweater over his hands, then rethinks this and pushes them back up to his elbows. Blue looks nice on him. There are just these little things you tend to notice about him, silly things that only a person in love would pick up, and these tiny details, like the way the light catches in his eyes and the smiles he saves for certain people, make your heart bright and happy and whisper lovingly to him in a voice he can’t hear. The crowd disperses considerably enough, and you manage to fight your way through the remaining throng of people loitering in the hallway for no real reason- beyond frustrating, you think, but then Peter catches your eye and his already happy demeanor increases tenfold. With a beam that practically stretches out and reaches into your heart, seizing it carefully and determinedly, Peter ambles toward you, trying to appear more relaxed than he felt, and pushes himself into your personal space, as usual, by wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. 

    “You’re in a good mood,” you note, because at this point in your relationship there’s no need for formal greetings, as he parades you out of the building after letting go of you long enough to allow you to gear up for the cold sweeping through the borough outside the walls of Midtown. He casts a glance your way, sideways but still joyous, then shrugs, nonchalant. “You’re just so happy to see me, aren’t you, Pete?” 

   You’re half joking and not expecting much until Peter gives you a little look, head tilted to the side and his eyebrows furrowed slightly like he can’t believe the question is something you don’t know the answer to. He gives your shoulder a squeeze. “You should know the answer to that by now!” He exclaims, mock disappointment in the head shake he gives you. “The answer is yes. We see each other for, like, two seconds at a lunch all day and that’s it. I’m deprived. I miss you.” 

  “We’re together right now,” you laugh, nudging into his side. 

   “Not enough. I see Ned twenty-four-seven, I need both of my best friends with me all day every day if I’m gonna survive the next two and a half years of high school.” Your heart sort of twitches again, your palms feel warm. He has that influence over you. Love is such a strange thing sometimes, impossible to decipher or make sense of, and then other times it feels like the simplest emotion in the world, easy and steady and everything. You’ll never know what to make of it. “I just miss you, okay? Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he jokes, rubbing your shoulder for a second before letting his hand dangle across the edge of your shoulder. You reach up to intertwine your fingers with his, the way you have millions of times before in the same seemingly intimate way, pretending as if you don’t know the sweet grin that the gesture elicits from him, staring adoringly at the profile of your face like he couldn’t possibly get enough of the view. 

   “Aw,” you coo, pinching his cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding his. Peter flinches away, his eyes squeezing shut and his cheeks pink. “I missed you, too, Pete. So, where are we off to today? Can we go traipse around SoHo? We haven’t been in ages and oh! Look, I see the A train, it’s on every corner, let’s go.” Before he realizes it, he’s being dragged down toward the steps of the subway, his complaints about constantly getting lost there falling upon deaf ears. 

   Much more than a mere few hours later, Peter is shaking his head as you laugh hysterically down the block leading to your apartment building. He has a feigned look of annoyance on his face as you talk, exaggeratedly rolling his eyes. “C’mon, Peter, we didn’t get lost that bad this time. Seriously, we made it to Union Square, which was right by the R train, then we took it to the mall and hopped on the M which we took to the F, ridiculously simple!” You exclaim, taking a sip from your bottle of water. “You’re acting as if we, like, walked around in a  circle for an hour.” 

   “Because that’s exactly what we did!” He replies, playfully punching you in the arm, but with a carefully light touch. Peter is, and has always been ever since it became a pressing issue, terribly aware of his enhanced strength and senses. He’s so nervous about accidentally hurting you when his intentions were to be playful that he does everything with extra caution now, barely letting himself touch you most of the time or even give a gentle squeeze of your hand. “We did walk in a a circle for an hour! And your phone died while you were trying to use Google Maps, it was pouring rain, you got so cold I had to give you my jacket which made me cold-”

  You interrupt him, “No one said you had to give me your jacket!” 

  He continues on his rant, pretending as if you haven’t spoken even though the smirk twitching at the corners of his lips beg to differ- “we couldn’t figure out where we were which is stupid since we’re supposed to be New Yorkers, then finally I said to just keep walking straight, which we did until we found Union Square due to pure dumb luck.” Peter watches you throw your head back and laugh, high in sound and utterly happy, and he shoves his hands deep in his pockets, a stupidly thrilled grin on his face, too. He hated that he couldn’t stop grinning; it was ridiculous and it hurt his cheeks and made his eyes squint so hard they ached once he was finally able to let his mouth rest. Oh, how his heart couldn’t stop hammering! He was so nervous he could hardly think straight. Peter Parker was drowning, suffocating, choking on these emotions that had been so far buried deep, deep within the recesses of his heart that he hardly knew what to do with them now that they were drifting to the surface like leaves on a pond. 

     You can feel his eyes on you, the soft and sweet, carefully watching gaze of Peter, and so you take the moment for your own. You’re standing in front of the door to the apartment building when you whip around toward him, and he goes in for the hug like he knows what you’re planning to do. Instead, you lean up, take his face in your hands and you note how cold his cheeks are as you avoid his surprised gaze. Then, you’re kissing him. You are kissing Peter Parker in the way you’ve never kissed anyone before; it’s hesitant, over too fast like it never even happened, but you kissed him and he knows you’ve just kissed him, but the thoughts flipping through his brain and the way his stomach is clenching doesn’t allow him to form coherent sentences that you can hear and comprehend. 

   Instead of kissing you again, instead of lifting you up in his arms and spinning you around the street and singing like a madman because the person of his dreams seems to want him right back, he stutters for five seconds. The only words that he can manage to say are, “Thank you,” before he turns back around and quite literally sprints down the block to his own apartment. 

   When he gets home he collapses on his bed, grunting a hello to May before he shoves his pillow over his face and screams into it, unabashed screaming that he drags out for two minutes. He pulls back, red cheeked and panting. He immediately rolls over to call Ned, begging him to come over immediately and no, Ned, he doesn’t care about the comic you’re in the middle of reading because this is an emergency damn it! 


   “You said thank you?” Ned says incredulously, thirty minutes later and trying not to burst into hysterics after what his best friend had just relayed to him. He can’t help himself, and as Peter hugs his pillow to his chest with a look similar to that of someone who is experiencing severe indigestion, Ned wheezes out a laugh held in for so long that it just goes on forever. Peter buries his face in the plush, comforting fabric, emitting a groan that continues for as long as Ned cackles. “Dude, you’re a mess. I can’t believe you said thank you. Who says thank you after being kissed? For the first time? By someone you’ve been dying to kiss for the past, like, three years?” Ned is practically crying by the time Peter  launches his pillow at his so called best friend, resting his fists against his cheeks and letting a pout befall his lips. 

   “Ned,” Peter whines, brown eyes pleading. “I need help. I said thank you! I hate myself, I shouldn’t be allowed to be kissed ever again. I’m… I’m so stupid. I said thank you! To Y/N! Y/N! Of all people! Thank you! Thank you.” He repeats the phrase with a sad, small shake of his head and lies back down on his bed. Ned stretches out across the top bunk, Peter can hear the old bed creak, and they both let out a sigh. “What should I do, man? Do you think Y/N hates me?” 

   Ned is quiet for a moment. “Right now? Y/N definitely hates you right now. I’m not even saying that to be mean, I’m saying that as your best friend. You said thank you.”  

  “I know,” he says, miserable and pathetic and contemplating what sort of injuries he might hypothetically sustain if he attempted a backflip off the edge of the Empire State Building. 


   “He said thank you?” Michelle Jones doesn’t even bother to wait, to even offer a dash of fake but well meant sympathy, before she erupts into hysterics, laughing so terribly hard that she nearly rolls off your twin bed. You stare at her, stone faced, unamused, as she continues her awful wheezing laughter that she has no intention of halting any time soon. “Oh my god, oh my god, I have to-” MJ abruptly stands up, stifling her laughter behind her hand as she leaves your bedroom, then closes the door behind her and starts laughing again. It’s loud, practically deafening, mostly because the laughter feels so mocking and smothering in lieu of recent events that had occurred less than an hour ago. You sigh, hugging your pillow even tighter to your chest as you wait for your so called best friend to return from her stint in the hallway. 

   “Oh, are you done now? Thanks,” you snap, shifting over on the bed to make room for her to clamor back on. “I can’t believe you. I’m having a crisis and you leave to go laugh at me in the hallway. What sort of friend are you, MJ?” 

   She shrugs, the ghost of a hilariously mocking grin still playing at her mouth. “The friend who tells it like it is.” 

   You huff, lying down on the bed and staring up at the glow in the dark stars you had stuck up there when you were fourteen, the July before you started high school. You put them up with Peter, and it was late and hot and your palms were sticky with sweat that sometimes wonder was due to the heat of the summer or the boy sitting next to you in your room, on your tiny bed, rambling on about the rings that Jupiter had, because yes Jupiter has rings, and the reasons as to why stars emit light. Peter was always there, never wavering in his loyalties, your most beloved friend, the boy who promised over and over again that he’d be there for you no matter what. He was Peter, and you loved Peter, and if Peter didn’t love you back that would be just fine- you just wanted to know sooner rather than later. “What should I do? Is he, like, repulsed by me? Why would you let me kiss him, Michelle?” 

   “Uh, excuse me, I didn’t even know you were planning on planting a big one on Peter Parker, so any blame cast on me is henceforth cancelled. Got that? Good,” Michelle brushes her hair out of her eyes, that intense look appearing on her already intense face. “First of all, that loser is physically incapable of being repulsed by you. I’m just telling you that right now before you go off on a stupid tangent about whether or not he hates you. That’s final. Next, he’s never been kissed before! He was definitely overwhelmed, probably freaking out inside, didn’t know what to do, and that was the first thing that popped into his head and he ran with it and then he ran away. Understandable. Finally, boys are just stupid. All of them. They’re all complete morons, and-” 

   “Okay, Michelle, the idiotic tendencies of people who identify as a male is a riveting debate that we enjoy quite frequently, but tonight I think I’m done talking boys. I’m going to just… let things happen as they should? If Peter likes me, he’ll tell me, and that’ll be that. I just won’t bring up the kiss. I’ll pretend like it didn’t happen.” With a satisfied nod, MJ pats your head, then, for a split second, snorts under her breath again. 

  She holds her hands up defensively, exclaiming, “He still said thank you! He’s never living this shit down!”


    The next day at school, Peter is prepared and ready for the conversation he anticipates is going to happen. He is ready to be understanding if you yell at him for being a complete and utter ass after you kissed him, he’s ready to spill his bottled up feelings all over the linoleum floor if that’s what it takes for you to believe that the kiss was the best thing he’s ever experienced, ever would experience, and he’s ready for the beginning of everything he’s ever dreamt of, but none of that comes. At least, not immediately, not in the way he expected. 

   The boy has always thought himself a patient person, but in the months that have passed he’s realized that under no circumstances is he okay with waiting. He’s impatient and annoyed at everyone and everything that comes his way that isn’t you, and then he’s annoyed at you for not appearing to him and acknowledging that you kissed him on the front steps of your apartment building with a fervor that could only be identified as the crashing, burning, raging, bursting power of pent up emotion. He knows he has hardly any classes with you, so there’s no conceivable way you could have an in depth discussion of your relationship status as of this very moment, but still. He’d appreciate a gesture of some kind. And then, after this thought pops into his head, he wonders if he should be the one to make the gesture. 

   Prompt with following his instincts, he sets off to find you before you can avoid him at lunch like he knows you will. He stands by your locker, leaning against the cool metal frame, waiting for you to make an appearance. He sees you first, and by now this is simply rote for him. You don’t have time to even attempt to duck out of his way; Peter is determined, stubborn, and he won’t lose out on his chance by allowing you to go on ignoring him. Even if you don’t want a relationship, a decision he’ll respect wholeheartedly, he flat out refuses to even entertain the idea of no longer having you as his best friend, as his other kind of love. He takes your hand, silent begging scrawled across the weakened, anxious smile he gives you. He leads you toward the front of the school, around a bend of empty lockers, and takes a step back. 

   Neither of you really look at each other until he says, unexpectedly, “You kissed me!” It’s almost accusatory, the way he says it, and, affronted, you look back up at him in alarm.  

   “And you said thank you!” You retort, eyes narrowed. “Who says that!” The entire reason you’ve been avoiding him was to avoid this discussion. It was making you feel feverish. Peter had always made you nervous, it was painfully obvious, but this was so much different than just incessant butterflies in your stomach. This was a post-kiss conversation, and you hardly knew what to say to him other than repeating the previous query of, “Seriously, who tells someone thank you after they’ve just kissed you!”

   The question is rhetorical, so he ignores it. That, and because he’s already embarrassed enough by his tactless reply. He waves his hands around aggressively. “I know! I know I did! I didn’t mean to! You scared me!” 

   “Wow, thanks.” 

   “I didn’t mean it like that! You’re not scary, you’re like a baby deer, a fawn, you’re so cute and non-intimidating, I didn’t mean that you were scary I meant that I’ve never been kissed and being kissed by the person you have a crush on is a scary thing especially when it comes out of nowhere so I’m sorry that I said thank you but I just didn’t- my brain doesn’t work sometimes, okay!” Peter runs his hands through his hair. One curl flips down, curling over his forehead in a stupidly cute way.

   “Peter, you literally drive me up the wall, sometimes.” You shake your head, give a sigh, take two steps forward so that you’re so much closer to him than you were before even though two steps shouldn’t feel like you’re closing the widest gap in history. “Should I not have kissed you?” 

   His pretty brown eyes go wide. “Did you not hear the part where I called you cute? And the part where I said I have a crush on you? Do you have selective hearing? Work with me here,” he pleads, taking holding of your shoulders and giving the gentlest shake he can manage. 

   “So, kissing is a yes, then?” You press, just to make sure, just to tease him a little because you can see the way he grows more and more flustered each time you act like you have no idea what he’s talking about. He closes his eyes. There’s a deep inhalation while you stand there waiting for him, and when he kisses you, you’re the one taken by surprise, hands frozen in midair as he lets his lips move from yours in this painfully slow way you’re almost sure he’s taunting you with. You open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to the punch. 

  “I swear, if you ruin this moment and say it-” 

  “Thank you, Peter.” 

  “I think we’re going to have to break up before we’re even together. You blew it, Y/N. Good work.” 

  “Aw, c’mon! It’ll be our thing.”

  “No.”

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Dare.

Request: ‘’Can you do ‘’I dare you to send a full nude pic to your best friend'’ for reader and Bucky please?’’ 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, sexual tension, mentions of masturbation

A/N: This is for our Halloween Special ( #halloweenwithdaniandmia ) but life happened and just now I could write it. I’m so sorry that it took so long! This is also my first Bucky fic and I’m nervous bc I fucking love him, so any feedback is more than welcome! 

Originally posted by vintagefangirll


     After a long but succesful mission you were back to the Avengers compound; it had cost some bruises to the team, nothing really bad, but the tension and the mental fatigue were the worst. After an endless afternoon of sleep everybody woke up in a really good mood and relax was the only mission now.  The guys decided to watch a game and then hit a bar while you, Wanda and Nat were grateful to have the place for yourselves. Your girls night would be a success.
     You were working on a huge Mojito jar when you heard Steve yell “bye girls, have fun” while rushing through the door. You spun in your feet to say “bye” but your elbow bumped at the jar; thankfully Bucky was right behind you and reached it before it could crash on the floor. You squealed, startled, and luckily everybody thought it was because you almost ruined the pitcher but the real reason was the man that was so close to you.
     He was in black jeans and a navy blue shirt, the light fabric nearly drawing his muscles, and his hair was pulled back. You shook your head and laughed as he made a fake shock face.
     - Careful, Doll. - He said through a half smile.
     - I don’t need to, you are here to save the innocent liquor from my clumsy skills. - you grinned and winked at him. - You’re the girls’ night hero!
     He laughed and leaned to you, his flesh arm wrapped around your waist to lift you and he quickly placed a kiss on your cheeck before let you go. Your blood boiled in your face but thankfully he was heading to the door and didn’t see the effect of his trick. “Bye girls’’ he shouted before slamming the door behind him.
     Your lips were still spreaded on a wide smile when you looked at the girls. Uh-oh. The devilish grin on Nat’s face meant she noticed your state. Actually, you were fifty shades of pink and smiling like a teenager, a non-spy person would noticed it too. Wanda giggled and covered her mouth with her hands.
     - What? - You asked trying to play cool but you failed miserably when a giggle escaped your lips.
     - Not now… We will talk about it when this jar gets empty. - Nat teased and you knew she never would let the subject go. Nice.
     You didn’t want to talk about it because you didn’t know what it was. He is your best friend and you love him just like that but he has an effect on you. You wanted to be friends but you also secretly wanted to tangle your limbs with his and never let go. He is a gentleman but also a giant sexy teddy bear who hates wearing shirts. It’s not your fault that you have this sinful thoughts about him.
     That’s what you said to them after drinking an impressive amount of alcohol. The three of you were a drunk mess and the world seemed hazy through your laugh tears.
     - Hey! You have only called truth while Nat and I have attended to all your dares. Not fair! - Wanda accused you and you flinched, fearing what is coming.
     - I guess we have to think about a special dare for Y/N, Wanda! - Nat grinned and you knew you were screwed.
     - Yes, Nat! Something envolving the giant sexy teddy bear! - Wanda giggled clapping her hands and Nat squealed.
     - Hell no! - You shouted.
     - Hell yes! I dare you to send a full nude pic to your best friend Bucky! - Nat said and you seriously thought about ripping her throat.
     - I… I can’t! Oh my God I can’t do this! - You pleaded but it was no use. You have dared Wanda to talk to the pizza deliver guy only in bra and panties not even half hour ago.
     - You know the rules, Doll. - Nat whispered and mocked at the petname Bucky gave you.
     Your hand was shaking and you barely could search for the camera app. You gulped the rest of the drink in your glass and breathed heavy, trying to calm down. After a moment you were feeling more confident. You took off your panties and shirt and lay down on your bed. You placed the camera above your head, searching for the best angle. If you were doing this, it has to be the best nude of your life. You pinched your left nipple and crossed your legs, trying not to show too much, and found your best angle. You smiled innocently to the camera until you heard the small click. You studied it for a while and well… you looked good.
     They nocked on your door shouting ’‘let us in’!’ ’'I wanna see it!”. You slipped into your clothes and opened the door, showing them the pic.
     - Oh my god he is SO having a heart attack when he sees it! You look hot, send it already! - Wanda said analyzing the picture.
     - I can’t! I won’t be able to look at him ever again! - You whined but in a second your phone was gone.
     - Done! - Nat announced with a smirk.
     You froze on your spot. What if he didn’t like it? What if your friendship change? What if he gets mad at you? Scold you? You couldn’t breathe. But other thoughts flooded your mind… What if he does like it? What if he gets a boner right now wherever he is? What if he touches himself looking at it? You pictured him stroking himself while looking at you.. his lips slightly parted, focused face…
     - Come on! He knows you’re drunk already! - Wanda snapped you out of your daydream while tugging you back to her room, where the drinks were.
     You kept talking and laughing for hours and you forgot about the whole nude pic thing until your phone buzzed. Thankfully the girls were blabbing and didn’t noticed it, you could deal whith it alone. You sighed and checked it. It was your mom inviting you to lunch on sunday. After replying her you touched at his icon and saw the blue double check behind your picture. A wave of shame washed you and you felt rejected. He didn’t even replied it.
     You said you were hungry to escape to the kitchen alone but they followed you. The cold pizza was fantastic but the anxiety left a bitter taste on your tongue. You were sitting on the couch when you heard the boys arriving. The door cracked and Steve and Sam came in talking cheerfully about the game and Bucky was following them. He was tense, jaw clenched.
     His dark eyes scanned the room before finding you. From afar he locked his eyes at yours and you felt like your neck and face were on fire. His gaze was so intense you couldn’t look away. He bit on his lower lip and soothed it with his tongue before opening the sexiest smile you have ever seen. He walked to you still smiling and leaned to you.
     - I… I… I’m sorry I was… - you began to stutter but he didn’t let you finish. His kiss were fierce.
Everybody was watching surprised.
     - Shut up! - He groaned and wrapped his metal arm around your thighs before lifting you to his shoulder.
     Your waistline was on his shoulder, your head hanging on his back. He spun on his feet and you gaped at them, not able to say anything. Steve was in shock, Sam was nodding with a smirk, Wanda was gaping and Nat had a satisfied grin ghosting on her lips, putting her hands together. Bucky grabbed your ass unceremoniously and rushed to his bedroom. 
     After he slammed the door shut you could hear the rest of the team whistling and cheering. Ashamed, you were about to scold him for the PDA sample when he threw you on his bed. Instantly you forgot everything.



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