#juliet wingwoman

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

fix ideas (feel free to steal)

- santabarbara 1 where shawn stays over for "72 whole hours" which turns into a week to 2 weeks to he's just there now :)

- alternatively henry still gets shot and juliet locks him in the apartment/ gives him some kind of ultimatum to get him to stay for his own safety

^^^any of the above + whump. im too tired to figure out how exactly but there's something whumpy there i promise

- shules "im gonna kiss you on the mouth now" but it's not on her mouth

- better written ikea scene where juliet actually tells shawn she wants him to move in

- lassie debriefing a teddy bear (it's not a teddy bear. he's my stenographer. in case this comes up in court and i need alibi or something (it's a teddy bear)) about how shawn grabbed his ass

- shawn flirts relentlessly with juliet as she patches up his gunshot wound while waiting for ems to arrive

- shawn tries to braid juliet's hair

- some reason please for why jules cur her hair. was it undercover? did she and shawn get really drunk one night? she did it after the ikea furniture scene so was she just mad at shawn for being an ass?

- she calls him mr. spencer

- them going back to his hotel after despereaux in season 5

- shawn getting drunk as shit and telling gus he loves him, gus wildly misunderstands and tells shawn he loves him too, and shawn goes in for a kiss

- juliet goes on a blind date and it turns out to be a girl. ""worse"" yet it's her old partner from miami and their chemistry is still there

- lassie asks if dating shawn means he's dating gus as well and gus decides now is the perfect time to practice his patented three-way kiss (slight crack ik this isn't how polyamory works but it also sounds like gus so-)

- usually lassiter can get anything out of a suspect with just a little time in the interrogation room, but this time not only will the thief not admit to shoplifting, he also doesn't pick up on how desperately carlton wants his number. for uh- police .. work. yeah. i need to know his phone for. official interrogation business. shawn watches from the one-way mirror

- juliet tries very hard to wing man for lassie but unless he stops. talking. about the goddamn federal reserve he's on his own

- juliet has cats. i fear we keep forgetting this but it's referenced in 1x02

okay i really truly need to go to bed now but i have so many of these im so normal about this show

(shules things: "im going to kiss you on the mouth now"; "big fat kisses"; shawn calls her sweetheart; juliet's voice getting higher when he's being sweet/sexy)

[valsverse]

𝐞𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐜'𝐬

summary. headcanons of your relationship with edmund pevensie before dating. (fem reader)

— straight up fluff, nothing else. PART 1/2

— Caspian introducing you to him as a friend, and Edmund being absolutely awestruck by everything about you so much so that he forgets to even tell you his name. He is visibly blushing and stuttering, unable to meet your eyes.

— Him slowly becoming more comfortable with physical touch, but ONLY if it's coming from you. But once he gets comfortable, he's always trying to find an excuse to be closer to you.

— "Accidental" hand touches (which are totally on purpose) when both of you are reaching for the same book. Then getting flustered and immediately pulling away before reaching for the same book once more and brushing hands AGAIN.

— Reciting Shakespearean quotes to each other. You two can have a whole conversation with just quotes from Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, or even A Midsummer Night’s Dream. But the quotes just keep getting more and more suggestive until you're both just absentmindedly flirting with each other without even realizing it because it just seems so natural.

— Him teaching you how to play chess, which ends up being a mistake once you two have your first chess game. Because he just ends up staring at your concentrated face, thinking you're the most beautiful thing he's ever laid his eyes upon. So he just absolutely FUMBLES. Putting his king in danger, not taking your free bishops, trading off his queen, etc. But he's okay with it because it just means he'll get to see your face light up once you realize you're winning.

— Eye contact across a crowded room. His eyes just naturally gravitate towards the most alluring thing in the room.. which happens to be you. And exchanging smiles once you realize he's staring at you. The amount of hours he's spent admiring you from afar.. he can't keep count.

— If you happen to be shorter than him, every single insecurity about his height VANISHES. The height difference ends up being a great source of enjoyment for him. He's never really the tallest in the room, so he gets some sort of pride and confidence from the height difference, even if you're only an inch shorter than him. Either way, the teasing will be astronomical.

— Him finding a way to touch you one way or the other. Picking a petal out of your hair, comparing hand sizes, or sharing an umbrella. He'll make an excuse like, "My hands are so cold, feel them." but he doesn't pull his hand away.

— Hang out's that start to feel more and more like dates. Because what kind of "best friends" lie their head in the other's lap while reading, or cuddle in the library, or give each other "TOTALLY PLATONIC AND FRIENDLY" kisses on the nose and cheeks?

— His siblings noticing that he smiles a LOT more often around you. Like he's full on blushing and fidgeting.. a blind man could tell that he likes you. Peter always finds a way to tease him about it.

— Lucy being his wingwoman because YES.

— Susan, Lucy, and Peter making bets on the two of you. Like who's going to confess first, who will initiate the first kiss, and even who will propose first. Mind you, these bets were all placed BEFORE the two of you started dating.

— Him not even realizing that he's gushing about you. Like you're all he ever talks about. Always managing to bring you into a conversation. Like, "oh, Y/N would love that." or "Y/N loves that story too. She has an impeccable taste in books, doesn't she?" He makes it wayyy to obvious..

— Unsent letters. UNSENT LETTERS. Hear me out. Him just pouring out his feelings for you, and everything he loves about you, and describing every minuscule detail about your appearance, and writing a list of your favorite things. And he laminates them and everything, writes your name on the top of the letter as if he's going to give it to you, but he never does. So his stack of letters about you, and only you, are always growing on a never-ending pile on his desk.

— Star-gazing to clear your minds, with one of his arms wrapped around your shoulder. Except his eyes aren't looking at the stars, they're trained on you, thinking about how beautiful you look in the pale moonlight.

∙ a/n woop woop! first post! hope u enjoyed it. not sure when the next update will arrive, but summer break is soon sooo?? ill probably write again once finals are over AUGH.

∙ okk, au revoir! val tuning out.

[slytherweasley]

2021 masterlist

DRACO MALFOY

a bad day (angst/fluff)

keeping secrets hidden (smut)

the three broomsticks (smut)

burn (angst)

FRED WEASLEY

something more (smut)

birthday surprise (smut)

dreams (smut)

sleepless night (smut)

drunken feelings (smut)

unforgettable present (smut)

HERMIONE GRANGER

busy (smut)

try something new (smut)

homework (fluff)

afterparty (smut)

HARRY POTTER

triwizard tournament (angst/fluff)

just once (fluff)

what you're missing (smut)

intimacy (smut)

neighbours (fluff)

petty arguments (angst/fluff)

there for you (fluff)

PANSY PARKINSON

replacement (angst/fluff)

if you were here (smut)

part 2

what you're missing (smut)

wingwoman (smut)

shopping (smut)

GEORGE WEASLEY

submissive (smut)

cam girl (smut)

skip (smut)

experiment (smut)

RON WEASLEY

rewarded

OLIVER WOOD

break up (angst)

heir of slytherin (fluff)

paranoia (smut)

BLAISE ZABINI

slug club party (fluff)

elegance (smut)

THEODORE NOTT

romeo and juliet (fluff)

DEAN THOMAS

sketches (smut)

before its too late (fluff)

[truerlifebegin]

“ i’ve never kissed anyone before. ” SISTER TIME

kiss sentence starters.

@jouesrose

“Would you believe that before Adam, I hadn’t either?” Belle asked with a soft blush, before giggling and starting to tease. “But for what it’s worth, I’m sure Tristan would be glad to be your first. My brother always was the romantic type anyway. Much more so than me.” 

[softspideys]

Enemies at First Sight (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

summary: when your best friends start dating, you and bucky barnes have no choice but to hang out. there’s only one problem: you hate each other

warnings: none

word count: 4.6k

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

a/n: nothing like a good ol’ fashioned enemies-to-lovers college!au am I right ladies.....this is my first time writing for bucky so I really hope y’all enjoy! :) 

“Remind me again why I agreed to do this?” you said wearily as you shut the door to your Uber and followed Sharon to the bar.

“Because you’re my best friend and you love me?” she said, shooting you a smile over her shoulder. You wrinkled your nose and she sighed. “Because I’m buying your drinks when we go out for the next two weeks?”

“That’s better.”

“Can you at least try to have some fun?” she asked, pulling open the door and allowing you to go inside first. It was only nine o’clock but the place was already packed. This was Georgetown, for God’s sake. Why was everyone in your entire school at this small, shitty bar?

You weren’t usually opposed to going out. You would just rather be doing it elsewhere. But Sharon had met some guy in her Military History class who was apparently so cute and so smart, and he’d asked her out for drinks. They were still in the early stages of getting to know one another, so he’d suggested they could each bring a friend to keep things from becoming awkward. You ended up being Sharon’s pick. Lucky you.

“All I’m saying is this guy better be, like, Leo DeCaprio in Titanic levels of good-looking,” you said, shaking your head. “Some Kappa guys were having a party and I wanted to go to it.”

“Kappa guys are gross,” Sharon said, craning her neck to see over the crowd of people. “And I’m telling you, Steve is like, Leo DeCaprio in Romeo and Juliet levels of good-looking. Seriously. Oh, there they are!”

“I wasn’t talking about Steve,” you said as she began to wave. “I meant his friend. You know, the one I’m actually going to have to hang out with tonight?”

“Oh, be quiet,” Sharon said, flipping her hand. “I’m sure you’re going to get along fine. And if not, it’s just one night. It’s not like you ever have to see each other again.”

You opened your mouth to argue further, but two boys approached you before you could get any words out. They were both tall, although that was pretty much where the similarities ended. One of them reminded you of a Ken doll: he had neatly combed blond hair, eyes the color of your favorite denim jeans, and a million megawatt smile that was born to be on infomercials, selling people ThighMasters and Snuggies at three in the morning. He was picture-perfect in a white t-shirt that stretched over a muscular chest, jeans, and a brown leather jacket.

His friend, however, was a little leaner, more casual in just a black t-shirt and jeans. His had a sharp jawline, tousled dark hair, and blue eyes, but not like the first guy’s: they were a bright, icy blue that reminded you of a frozen pond on a winter’s day. There was something darker and more elegant about him, like he should’ve been born an aristocrat instead of a college student.

“Hi there,” the blond guy said to you, flashing you that charming, All-American grin and offering his hand. “You must be Sharon’s friend.”

“Y/N,” you said, shaking it. “Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Steve,” he said before he gestured to his companion. “This is my friend Bucky.” The other boy nodded to you, a bored expression on his face.

“Bucket?” you said, scrunching your eyebrows together. The bar was loud, and it was hard to hear Steve’s low voice over the din. “That’s your name?”

He fixed you with a glare that was nothing short of hostile. “It’s Bucky,” he said. He didn’t say it loudly, but you heard him clearly that time. He didn’t elaborate, either.

“Oh,” you said, nodding slowly. “Alright.” An awkward silence followed.

“Should we get drinks?” Steve asked, clapping his hands. “First round’s on us, right, Buck?” You and Sharon gave them your orders and went to go find a table to sit at. As soon as they were out of earshot, you turned on her.

“What the fuck was that? What kind of name is Bucket?”

“It’s Bucky,” Sharon corrected, almost pleadingly. “Come on, you just met him. He can’t be that bad; he’s Steve’s best friend!”

“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one stuck with him!”

“Look, would you rather be here or at that noisy, smelly, gross Kappa house with all those creepy guys?” she challenged you.

You pretended to think for a second. “Kappa house, easily.” Sharon shot you a look as Steve and Bucky came back with your drinks, sliding into the booth across from you.

“So,” Steve said, “what are you studying?” You told him, and he nodded appreciatively. “Nice. I’m double majoring in History and Criminal Justice.”

“Cool.” In an effort to be inclusive, you asked Bucky, “What about you?”

“Foreign Language and Literature, minoring in Russian,” he said flatly. You’d never met anyone studying either of those, but Bucky had a look on his face that made it pretty clear he didn’t want to be asked any questions about it.

The night dragged on like that. After about fifteen minutes of painful group conversation, Sharon and Steve opted for leaning in closer to each other, talking and giggling in low voices. You were used to playing wingwoman for your friends and had gone on double dates before, but none of them had ever been this unfriendly. Bucky seemed to have zero interest in you, preferring to check his phone over talking to you.

“Hey,” Sharon said to you after what felt like hours. “Steve knows the bouncer at that really nice bar two blocks up. We’re going to head over there, do you wanna come?”

“Um,” you said, standing up. “No, that’s okay. I’m kinda tired, I think I’m just gonna go home.”

“Bucky will walk you,” Steve jumped in. “Right?” Bucky looked like he’d rather have his teeth pulled than do that, but he nodded anyway. You weren’t happy about it either, but forced a smile.

As Sharon hugged you good-bye, she whispered in your ear, “Thanks for being a good sport. And look: now you never have to see him again.”

You rolled your eyes. “Be safe, okay? Fill me in on everything tomorrow morning.” She nodded and you waved to Steve before following Bucky out the door.

The two of you walked in silence for a while before he said, “Look, you seem nice—”

“Gee, thanks.”

“—but I’m just not that interested in dating right now.”

“Wow, I never would’ve figured that out for myself,” you said sarcastically, shaking your head in disgust.

“Excuse me?”

“You’ve barely said two words to me all night and you look like someone just killed your grandma. I don’t see how I could’ve gotten any impression other than that you don’t like me.”

He shot you another icy glare. “It’s nothing personal. I just didn’t feel like coming out tonight.”

“So why did you?”

“Steve’s my best friend.”

“He doesn’t have other friends? Preferably nicer ones?”

“He does,” Bucky said defensively. “But he asked me to come.”

“Okay, so why you?” you asked. “Aside from your obvious charming and friendly nature, of course.”

Bucky was silent for a second. “He thought it might cheer me up,” he said at last, like he was choosing his words carefully. “I’ve been going through some . . . stuff . . . recently and I haven’t really been in the mood to see anyone.”

“Stuff?” you repeated, raising your eyebrows. “What, did you just get dumped or something?” It was a random guess, but he didn’t answer, staring at his feet as you walked. You snorted. “Oh my God, you did get dumped! And now you’re using your heartbreak as an excuse to just be a jerk. This is rich.”

“You know what?” Bucky said, stopping abruptly. “I’m thinking that you know your own way home. You don’t need me to walk you.”

“No, I certainly don’t,” you said, continuing down the sidewalk. “Thanks for nothing, Bucket.”

“It’s Bucky!” he shouted at your back. You smirked, shaking your head. Overall it had been a shitty night, but you were comforted by the fact that you would never have to see or interact with this stupid Bucky guy ever again.

Although you did have to admit he was handsome. You’d always been a sucker for blue eyes anyway. But it didn’t matter. “Not a chance,” you told yourself, chuckling a little at the absurdity of the idea. “Not a chance in hell.”

*****

Sharon practically floated through the door of your apartment the next morning; apparently she and Steve stayed out all night talking and walking through the streets of D.C. together, and they’d made plans to see each other again. One date turned into two, which turned into three, which turned into many, many more.

You were happy for her, of course. Steve seemed like a genuinely nice guy, and it was clear he was head-over-heels for Sharon (honestly, who wouldn’t be?). You didn’t mind when he stayed over at your apartment, or when she picked hanging out with him over plans with you. No, your biggest issue was still with Steve’s best friend, that asshole Bucky Barnes.

You’d learned more about him through Sharon: apparently they’d known each other since they were kids, growing up in Brooklyn together. Before he hit puberty, Steve had been (much to your amusement) small and scrawny, a favorite target among the bullies at their school. Bucky had always been the one to defend him.

Sharon also said Steve didn’t like to talk about Bucky’s ex-girlfriend, since apparently it hadn’t been the most amicable of breakups. All she’d managed to squeeze out of him was a name: Natasha Romanoff.

Some quick social media stalking revealed a couple things: she was a Pre-Law major with a minor in Russian, which was probably how the two of them had met. She used to be a ballet dancer and had spent time training in Volgograd. She’d done some modeling in Tokyo last summer. She was also, quite honestly, the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen.

“Holy shit,” you said, passing your phone to Sharon so she could scroll through Natasha’s Instagram. “Look at her hair. Do you think she dyes it?” Though the style changed throughout the photos, the color always remained a rich, dark red.

“Wow,” Sharon commented, taking a swig from the bottle of wine you were sharing. “She’s gorgeous. No wonder Bucky’s so grumpy all the time; I would be too if I got dumped by her.”

You rolled your eyes. “Being dumped by a hot girl is no excuse to be an asshole for as long as he has.” You’d been forced to hang out with Bucky several more times since your first disastrous meeting, and not much had changed between the two of you.

The next evening, you pulled up to the curb outside Bucky and Steve’s small, shitty off-campus house that they shared with three of their friends: an Aerospace & Bio-Mechanical Engineer major named Tony Stark, a Mechanical Engineering major named Sam Wilson, and an Exercise Science major named Clint Barton. You were there to get Sharon, but were surprised to see Bucky sitting on the front steps, reading a book. He glanced up at the sound of your car and made eye contact with you through the window.

Against your better judgment, you rolled it down. “Hey, Bucket.”

He scowled. “It’s Bucky. What are you doing here?”

“I’m picking up Sharon,” you said. “Why are you sitting outside?” It was nice out, but it was also ten o’clock at night. The only light he was getting was from the crappy one above him on the porch.

“Forgot my key,” he said. “Tony’s with Pepper, Sam and Clint are at the gym, and Steve and Sharon are . . . occupied.”

“Ah,” you said uncomfortably. Clearly you had some time to kill, so you cut the engine and unbuckled your seatbelt. “What are you reading?”

“Crime and Punishment,” he said. “For my Russian Lit class.”

“Dostoevsky,” you said, nodding. “Cool.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You know him?”

“Uh, yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”

He shrugged. “Just didn’t know you were that smart, is all.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, feeling a fresh wave of hatred for him wash over you. “Just because I’m not, what, Pre-Law and Russian, that means I’m not smart?” You didn’t mean to say Natasha’s studies specifically; somehow they just slipped out.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “No, it’s because—wait.” He blinked. “How did you know that?”

“Know what?”

“Natasha’s majors,” he said, forcing the name out. “How’d you know that? How do you know her? Have you been stalking me or something?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, although your face was burning at being caught. “Sharon told me. I have no interest in you or anything you do, don’t worry.” Desperate to end the conversation, you laid on the horn, hoping Steve and Sharon would hear it and speed up the process.

“Yeah? I’m glad we’re on the same page, then,” Bucky snapped. “So do me a favor and stay out of my business.” Sharon finally came out, looking apologetic. Steve was behind her, holding the door open so Bucky could come inside. He got to his feet and stalked past him.

“You’ve been here for, like, a minute,” Sharon said as she got into the passenger seat. “How are you guys already fighting?” Steve waved half-heartedly as you drove away.

“He’s a douchebag, that’s how,” you said, ignoring the voice in the back of your head that said a handsome one, though.

*****

You met Natasha Romanoff for the first time at Bruce Banner’s birthday party. Originally, you weren’t even planning on going. Sharon and Steve had been dating for several months now, and you got along with their friend group just fine (aside from a certain blue-eyed jerk), but you didn’t really care to go to a party full of them.

That all changed when Sharon told you that Bruce, their constantly-stressed Physics major friend whom the party was for, was now dating Natasha, Bucky’s ex-girlfriend. Now you were interested. A chance to see Bucky uncomfortable? What could be better?

You were in the kitchen, fixing yourself a drink. Sharon was in the next room, cheering on Steve and Sam as they played a heated game of beer pong against Tony and their other friend Thor, a friendly and competitive frat boy type who was also Bruce’s roommate.

Suddenly, a voice behind you said, “Hey!” You turned and saw the birthday boy himself walking in, smiling at you. There was a girl standing behind him, and of course you recognized her immediately. The infamous Natasha.

“Hi,” you said, focusing on Bruce as he reached forward to hug you. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks for coming! I’m so glad you decided to show up.”

“Yeah, of course,” you said. “Wouldn’t miss it.” An awkward silence followed. You were grateful to be holding a drink, since it gave you something to do with your hands.

Bruce glanced at the girl, and then back at you. “Hey, you haven’t met Nat, have you?”

“No, I haven’t,” you said, because technically it was true. Meeting someone in person was very different from stalking their social media. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m Sharon’s friend.”

“Hi,” Natasha said, giving you a small half-smile. She was even more perfect up close, and you found yourself trying to picture her and Bucky together. The thought of it made you a little uncomfortable, although you weren’t sure why. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

“You said you were Sharon’s friend?” You nodded. “So you must know James.”

“James?” you repeated, racking your brain to try and think of who James could possibly be. You knew pretty much everybody in Steve’s friend group now, thanks to Sharon constantly forcing you to hang out with them. But you’d never met anyone named James. “No, I don’t think so.”

Bruce laughed, flicking Nat lightly on the arm. “What?” she said, although her half-smile grew into a bigger one as she looked at him.

You raised your eyebrows, confused. Clearly this was some inside joke you weren’t privy to. Bruce shook his head at you, still chuckling. “James—that’s Bucky’s real name.”

“Bucky’s real name is James?” you repeated in disbelief. You honestly had never thought about him having an actual name, though it obviously made sense. He was always just . . . Bucky. Just that word brought the image of him to your brain, rolling his eyes.  

“Yeah. James Buchanan Barnes.”

“Oh my God,” you said, snorting. “That’s completely ridiculous. James Buchanan wasn’t even a good president.”

“I always liked it,” Natasha said with a small shrug. “And where is he, anyway? I haven’t seen him at all since we got here.”

“He should be here somewhere,” Bruce said. “This is his house, after all.”

Now that you were thinking about him, you realized that you’d only seen Bucky once so far tonight, when you first walked in. The two of you had locked eyes across the room and scowled at each other. Bruce and Natasha had arrived not long after, and then he’d simply disappeared.

It wasn’t your problem. For God’s sake, you couldn’t stand the guy. And yet you still went looking for him. You didn’t bother asking Steve or Sharon where he was, knowing they’d just jump to conclusions, so you wandered throughout the house, peeking into random rooms and hoping you wouldn’t walk in on anyone having sex.

At last, you opened the door to the bathroom and found Bucky sitting on the edge of the bathtub, his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. He glanced up when you walked in, but said nothing.

“Hey, Bucket.”

“It’s Bucky,” he corrected you, like always, but he sounded tired this time.

“Or maybe you prefer James?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. Looking at him, though, you privately wondered if maybe you preferred it. James Buchanan Barnes. It was too stuffy, too old-fashioned for someone like him, but at the same time . . . it fit.

His gaze snapped to you quickly, his expression unreadable. For some reason it made your stomach jump. “I guess you met Natasha,” he said. He didn’t phrase it like a question.

“What makes you say that?”

“She’s the only one aside from my mom and my grandma who calls me James,” he said. “Always said Bucky was the name of a cartoon beaver, not a real person.”

That struck you as kind of harsh, but you didn’t say so. “James is okay,” you said with a shrug. “But I think I like Bucket better.” He cracked a smile, one of the rare ones you were able to elicit from him, shaking his head. “Why are you hiding in here, anyway? You’re supposed to be out having a good time.”

“Like you care.”

“Oddly enough, I do,” you said wryly. “It’s no fun if I’m not the one making you miserable.”

Bucky snorted. He was silent for a few seconds, and then he said abruptly, “It’s just—hard to be out there, I guess. Nat and I dated for two years, but we were friends before that. I know—knew—everything about her. And now it’s . . . not like that anymore.”

“It must be weird,” you said cautiously. “To see her and Bruce together.”

“That was why she broke up with me. Did you know that?” You shook your head. “Yeah. We’ve all been friends since like, freshman year, but I guess last semester was when they got close. And then she dumped me, and next thing I knew they were dating.” He exhaled. “I never saw it coming.”

“That really sucks,” you said. “I’m sorry.” And surprisingly, you meant it.

“Yeah,” was all Bucky said. “I don’t know. I want her to be happy. I thought I made her happy. But if it’s being with Banner that does it, then . . . that’s cool, I guess. Because she’s a great person, you know?”

You nodded. Even though she’d broken Bucky’s heart, you had to respect her for breaking up with him properly instead of just cheating. And Natasha had seemed funny and friendly when you met her. You just couldn’t hate her.

“You deserve to be happy too,” you said quietly. Bucky looked up at you, and for once, there was no irritation or malice in his gaze. He had a thoughtful expression on his face, and it made your stomach flip again. Butterflies? You didn’t think you could handle getting butterflies.

“I guess so,” he said finally. “I’m getting there.” You held his eyes for a few seconds until he shook his head a little, like he was snapping himself out of a trance. “I don’t even know why I told you all that.” He got to his feet and moved past you, opening the bathroom door. “You don’t even like me.”

But as you watched him successfully beat Steve in a game of flip cup, argue good-naturedly with Tony over the future of nanotechnology, and cordially say hello to Bruce and Nat, you wondered if maybe he was wrong.

Maybe you did like Bucky. Maybe all of the arguing was just to keep things interesting, and maybe the only thing you wanted to do right now was go up to him and kiss him right on his stupid mouth.

Oh no. There was only one solution to this: you went back into the kitchen and refilled your drink.

When you woke up the next morning with a terrible hangover, you rolled over to face Sharon, who always crawled into your bed and snuggled with you when she was drunk. “Sharon. Hey.” She groaned. “Wake up.”

“What?” she mumbled, her face half-smushed into the pillow.

“I think I like Bucky.”

There was a pause. You waited for her to be surprised at this revelation, or offer you some advice that only a best friend could. Instead, she opened her eyes and squinted at you, looking utterly disgusted.

“Yeah. No shit.”

*****

“You came to this party with Rumlow?”

You turned around and saw Bucky Barnes of all people standing in the doorway, staring at you.

It had been a strange couple of weeks. After Bruce’s birthday party, you came to the unfortunate conclusion that you had feelings for Bucky Barnes. It was a particularly hard pill to swallow, since a) the two of you couldn’t go five minutes without fighting, and b) he would never in a million years like you back.

You tried to act normal whenever you were around him, but soon you found that just being near him made your heart beat faster than normal. Suddenly it was hard to even form coherent thoughts, much less speak. So, avoidance it was.

You’d sworn Sharon to secrecy, forbidding her to even tell Steve, which she wasn’t happy about. She was convinced the two of them would be able to work some matchmaking magic, but you knew better. Bucky was better suited for girls like Natasha, who were interesting and mysterious and fun. You were just an occasionally annoying presence, a friend of his best friend’s girlfriend. Nothing else.

If Bucky noticed you weren’t around as much, he never said anything. In fact, the two of you didn’t speak at all. Until tonight, at a party thrown by your friends Scott and Hope. You’d spent most of the night successfully avoiding him, but made the mistake of stepping out onto the empty balcony to get some air. Now he had you cornered.

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Theoretically, yeah, I did.”

“So you’re aware that he’s hooking up with some random girl in there?” Bucky asked, almost accusingly.

Brock Rumlow was, by all accounts, a scumbag. Sharon was always telling you how much Steve hated him. But he’d asked you to go to the party with him and you’d do anything to not look like a pathetic, pining loser. Except, of course, now you did, because Rumlow had ditched you to sleep with someone else.

You knew you should care, or at least pretend that you did, but you couldn’t find it in yourself. So you just shrugged, turning back to look over the balcony at all the drunk people stumbling and laughing through the streets.

There was silence, and you thought maybe he’d gone back inside. But suddenly he was right next to you. “What’s your deal?”

“My deal?”

“Yeah. You’ve been, like, weird lately.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, annoyed.

“Just—I don’t know. It feels like you’re avoiding me or something. Ever since Banner’s party.”

You finally turned to look at him head-on and immediately wished you hadn’t. You’d forgotten how beautiful he was, how wonderfully messy his hair was as it fell across his forehead, how flushed his cheeks were from the cold, how bright his eyes were. You had to force your brain to start working again.

“Isn’t that what you want?” you said after a second.

To your surprise, he let out a long sigh. “I thought it was,” he said. “But now I’m not sure.”

“Sorry, wait, what?” you said, holding up a hand, acutely aware of your heart starting to pound. “What does that mean?”

“You just—you drive me insane, okay?” Bucky said. “Like, you pissed me off the first night we met and you fight with me about literally every single thing and you’re so freaking stubborn—”

“Is there a point to this? Or are you just going to keep insulting me?” you interrupted.

“I’m not done!” Bucky said, sounding frustrated. “See, this is what I mean! You’re always just around, and you always seem to like everyone but me and—and then all of a sudden you stopped coming over, or you only come over when I’m not there, and now you’re here with Rumlow and you—you make me feel weird.”

“Weird?” you repeated.

“Yeah. Like—like my stomach is fluttering or something.” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “I don’t know.”

“Are you trying to tell me that you like me?” you said, feeling like the wind had just gotten knocked out of you. There was just no way that was what he meant. It just couldn’t be.

“I . . . yeah,” Bucky said quietly, exhaling. “I think I am.”

For a second the two of you just stared at each other. You searched his face, looking for any sign of him joking, but couldn’t find it. His eyes never left yours, looking back at you unflinchingly. You swallowed. This was real. This was actually real.

“I think,” you said finally, “you should kiss me.”

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice. He slid over, leaning in to crash his lips against yours. You fisted one hand in his shirt while he cupped your cheek, pressing closer still. Everything else seemed to stop, and you didn’t care that it was freezing out, or that your lips were slightly chapped, or that Steve and Sharon were never going to let you hear the end of this. You were kissing Bucky after all these long months of so desperately wanting to.

And God, he was good at it, kissing you so deeply and thoroughly it made your knees feel a little weak. His warm hands ran down your torso, slipping beneath your jacket and shirt and rubbing the skin there. Part of you couldn’t help but be annoyed at the fact that you’d known Bucky for about six months now and had only just gotten around to kissing him now.

At last, he placed one more soft kiss on your lips before pulling away, his eyes sparkling in a way that you’d never seen before. He looked . . . happy. Really, genuinely happy. I did that, you thought to yourself, almost in wonder.

“Do you wanna get outta here?” Bucky asked, gesturing to everything around you. “I know it’s a little overdue, but maybe I can walk you home now.”

You laughed and nodded. “Yeah. That sounds great.” He held out his hand and you took it, liking the way your fingers fit between his. “Let’s go, Bucket.”

“It’s Bucky,” he corrected you, but he was smiling.

[the-and-sign-anon]

Private Detective

Psych x private detective! reader

Request: "How about some Psych headcannnons where the reader is a private detective and often teams up with Shawn and Gus"

Pairing: Shawn x reader (platonic), Gus x reader (platonic)

Masterlist

You guys met when they were on one of their cases

They were snooping around (terribly)

So you offered to help them

"I can get you into the database in about two minutes." "We were gonna try to-" "Shut up Shawn. Thank you, ..." "Y/N L/N at your service."

They're both very impressed by your skills

Within a month you're regularly checking in on them

You come to the police station from time to time

You're friends with Lassiter and you come by to go to lunch together

They're bugging him as usual, but they stop as soon as they see you and hurry over

"Y/N! Our favorite detective! No offence Lassie-face."

"Y/N, please tell me you're not friends with these imbeciles."

"Sorry, Carlton. They grew on me."

He just groans

The one person he thought they wouldn't corrupt was now regularly going bunny-loving and "legally" investigating with them

You totally don't buy his 'psychic' act

You don't tell him though

You're still impressed by his hyperobservance, no matter how long you've known him

You offer to babysit Shawn sometimes so Gus can work

He always thanks you and will bring you snacks sometimes out of gratitude

They try to get involved in your cases sometimes

Every now and then, you work with Lassiter and have to try to keep Shawn and Gus away from cases they haven't been hired on

You get to know Shawn's dad fairly well, which upsets him

You give him updates on how Shawn is doing because you both know Shawn won't tell him anything

You and Juliet get along, too

She had you help her find her dad once

She just wanted to know that he was alright

You're an honorary member of Psych

You help out when Yang targets Shawn

You and Mary get along so well!

You're impressed by his knowledge of Yang and he's glad that someone finally appreciates his expertise

You attend his funeral with Shawn and Gus

You try for years to encourage Shawn to ask out Juliet

You're relieved and excited when they finally get together

You're totally Gus's wingwoman

The three of you quote movies together all the time

The chief counts on you to keep them in line as best you can

[onmyliteraturebullshitagain]

Well, if anyone’s interested, I’m writing a Shakespeare/Hamlet fanfiction that I’ll keep working through and updating. If you’d like to see some Shakespeare hijinks, Hamlet/Horatio, Juliet as the ballsiest wingwoman you’ve ever seen, and a whole lot of bastardizing of classic works, have I got a story for you.

[britishchick09]

first kill livewatch

i discovered this thanks to some tumblr posts last night and it looks spicy! watch out twilight there’s a new vampire romance in town! ;D

this is 48 minutes long so i’m gonna use as little screenshots as possible... we’ll see if that works out! ;)

ooh the credits look like a storybook! :D

OMG THEY SAID ‘OUR LOVE IS DEEPER THAN EDWARD AND BELLA’ LOL ROASTED B)

omg vampire make out! ;)

aww it was just a dream :/

ooh pills?

the pills are dark so maybe they subside her vampire traits?

what a pretty chandelier! :D

and a fancy af house!

even her room is fancy!

she looks like hermione from harry potter!

and she has so many lipsticks! :o

her name is juliette! :D

how appropriate for a romeo and juliet story ;)

are her parents vampires too? :o

mom: “we know you’re nervous, but we both think it’s time you...” started showing your vampism? come out of the closet with fangs and a pride flag?

ooh elinor has sharp nails! :o

juliette’s clothes remind me of sam from let’s play and elinor has slight monica vibes!

they live in a castle mansion SO YEP HER PARENTS ARE VAMPIRES

she’s singing in the car with her friend! :D

his name is ben! another lp reference ;)

they dated for a month and decided to stay friends! reminds me of a certain darling and guitar boi... ;)

ooh her pills are for headaches! vampire headaches?

oh no everything is red! :o

she’s having a vampire headache!

oooh she goes to an academy! ;)

ben: “you’re my wingman!” wingmaaaan flying with eagles wingmaaan he’s trying to help you out wingmaaan wingmaaan wiiiinnnngggmaaaaaan! ;D

juliette: “wingwoman.” you can still say wingman you know... it’s in the word woman!

it be her! ;)

awww cutie ben! :)

juliette: “i’ve talked to her.” *has only pined for her*

quinn gazing at olivia from ‘hetero’ vibes! :)

also that lyric has big eristine vibes!

ben: “i’ll probably wear the prada jacket so i don’t look like a label whore-“ A WHAT NOW lol!

omg juliette bumped into the girl it’s true love! :D

and she dropped her pills! :o

they’re in three classes aww! :D

her name is calliope! :D

juliette: “i like calliope it’s strange... i mean... it’s beautiful!” gay panic alert! ;D

and big anna vibes! all she has to do is say ‘beautifuller’... ;)

WOAH CAL’S BROS ARE THESEUS AND APOLLO? :o

wingmaaaan! ;D

oooh invite her to the party?

what in the world is the music tho?

ooooh she  t o u c h

WTF A BEE JUST CRAWLED OUT OF JUL’S HAND WUT

are bees attracted to vampires?

*squee!*

mr. porter: “i hope that’s a letter to flannery o’connor.” OMG MY CREATIVE WRITING TEACHER LOVES THAT AUTHOR :o

her short story ‘the life you save may be your own’ was based on a seat belt ad she saw! there’s your flannery fact from my teacher ;)

also the guy in ‘good country people’ was a major jerk at the end! >:( (another story i heard from my teacher!)

uh oh jul’s sensitive! :o

ooh cal’s last name is burns! excellent... ;)

instead of focusing on the words cal is reading jul’s just staring at her... ;)

oooh jul’s crush on cal is intense! :o

the teacher thinks calendar apps are for school... no they’re for dates! ;)

HOLY FRICK JUL HAS A BITE ON HER HAND :o

jul: “oh shit!” that’s right girl! :o

the water burns!

AND SHE HAS FAAAANGSSSSS!!!!!!!!

the transformation has begun... ;)

and the fangs are gone!

aww she wishes she could tell cal! too bad she’s a vampire hunter... >:)

she called for mom but now it’s awkward once she comes in the room...

ummm why is mom holding onto her chin...?

ooh peaked night terrors? :o

she’s still holding onto her face...?

mom just said the most awkward ‘see you at dinner’ ever!

jul’s picturing cal... ;)

beautiful sky!

WHY DID HER PARENTS LOOK THROUGH HER BAG EXCUSE MOI???

‘just choose someone?’

jul’s putting the family at risk by not being a vampire! :o

mom: “there are people trying to hunt us-” I KNEW IT!!!!

mom: “every day you don’t embrace your nature, you’re closer to the day where it controls you.” omg! :o

hold up the parents aren’t pale so are they concealing their nature?

is elinor the sister? at first i thought she was a business partner because of how fancy she dressed earlier! the monica vibes were strong!

elinor: “it’s okay to be nervous, sweet little.” aww supportive sister! :)

oh no will cal be the first kill? :o

*boop!*

i guessed that elinor’s first kill was a guy and i was right! beautiful freddy...

elinor: “i think some people prefer to die young.” *smiles* creepy...

wait so is freddy an undead vampire or just ded?

hair jewelry?

JUICY HAIR JEWELRY?

elinor: “you like her. you want her!” brb booking a trip to the ‘i want you’ valley first thing in the morning! ;)

boy it’s been a long time since i made a 1984 reference! ;D

crying blood??? :o

aww elinor’s putting on jul’s lipstick! :)

they both did the pop!

sister smiles! :)

elinor: “just remember- stay calm, be prepared and always finish what you start.” aww wise words big sis! :)

you know elinor has more monica vibes now! she has wisdom within her beauty!

although monica doesn’t have creepy wide smiles...

i was gonna stop at 23 minutes since that’s the halfway point, but the party just started and i’m at 22:25,, so that’s close enough. i’ll finish this tomorrow!

...or later today since it’s midnight ;)

it’s tomorrow! let’s party! :D

aww ben held her hand when she walked into the house! :)

woah there are so many lights!

and kids are actually dancing???

ooh ben wants to know where a potion is... ;)

ben: “i’ll find you later!” jul: “wait wait what?” YEAH SHE’S YOUR WINGMAN BRO!!!!

everyone is having fun! :D

ooh how very sherlock of you, text! ;)

oooooh DERE SHE IS!!!! :D

aww they looked at each other! :)

oooh HOLD UP cal’s wearing the outfit from the poster! :o

and jul’s having a shot! :o

cal doesn’t approve same!

aww :)

WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH 10 SECONDS IN AND THEY GO FOR IT??? WOAHHHH!!!!!!! :o

cal: “woah, not wasting any time, huh?” jul: “sorry, i’m socially awkward.” that’s one way to say hello!

aww she’s wanted to do that for a while now! :)

AND SHE’D LIKE TO DO IT AGAIN YAAAAAS!!!!!! :D

cal’s like ‘um... ok.’ wow awk-ward!

OMG THEY’RE TOUCHING EACH OTHER IN PLACESSSS

it only took like one second for it to go from smooch to make out sesh like woah! :o

this is hot af not gonna lie ;)

OOOOOH CAL’S BITING HER NECK

AND THEY BROKE THE CHERRY JARS OHHHHH

that’s 2009 dnp approved! ;D

but seriously tho who keeps a bunch of cherry jars? make outs must happen a lot at noah’s house...

OH NO what if cal is jul’s first kill on accident? :o

jul gets a hickey and cal gets vamprism! that’s fair right? ;)

JUL IS BLUSHING SO MUCH OMGGGG :D

HOLY FRICK JUL’S FANGS JUST CAME OUTTTTT

SHE WAS DEFANGED!!!!!! :o

she just bit cal YAAAS!!!! :D

HOLD UP cal’s family hunts vampires... right?

OMG YES IT’S IN HER POV NOW

ooh cal recently moved and she’ll be moving again in a few months? :o

oh no cal had nightmares of monsters because of her parents hunting! :o

aww :)

lady: “rituals: a sequence of important activities, gestures, words and actions performed in a sequestered place. in other words, get your narrow ass out of my way so i can do my job right.” OHHHHH ROASTED B)

ooh the narrow asses are her older brothers theseus and apollo! :o

HOLD UP one of them just said they’re monster hunters so ARE THESEUS AND APOLLO LIKE DEAN AND HIS BRO IN ‘SUPERNATURAL’

cal: “i spend a lot of my time trying to be normal.” jul’s like same! :D

some families go to disneyland... and others go to graveland ;)

cal: “one day, i’m gonna be the greatest monster hunter who ever lived. and these clowns will simply be known as my brothers.” lol! :D

WOAH THEO WAS 12 WHEN HE MADE HIS FIRST KILL??? :o

apollo was 14 so that’s still young!

oops cal failed at her shot...

that’s why cal is the lookout

...again :/

OMG THE ADVICE HER BROS GIVE IS THE EXACT SAME AS ELINOR’S :o

“stay calm, be prepared and always finish what you start.”

i wonder if its a vampire thing that the hunters adopted or vice versa... ;)

maybe if the hunters weren’t you know hunters they’d be able to get along! they have similar experiences! :D

ooh a zombie is out on the loose! :o

two zombies!

so they are monster hunters and it’s not just a term for vampires!

apollo to the zombie: “damn, you are ugly!” lol! :D

ooooh i wonder if monster hunters exist in the monster high universe and that’s a reason for the hatred! :o

wait a sec zombies are undead so when they’re killed are they superdead?

oh no there’s a third ghoul and no one’s listening to her! :o

TIME FOR CAL’S KILL BBY! :D

the brothers got to it aw :/

cal: “she looked like a ghoul!” so she wasn’t...?

OMG SHE WAS A VAMPIRE WOAHHHHH

aww cal’s dad is on the phone with her while hunting! :)

dad: “you’re sixteen once, cal. you’re allowed to have a life.” ooh so cal and jul are 16! and cal’s life is with jul... ;)

mom: “hey stranger.” dad: “hey, gorgeous.” aww how romantic! :)

apollo still has his food! ;)

and he’s complaining about his job! just like what mom said he’d do...

apollo: “this is bullshit!” mom: “hey! do you want me to lose my religion in this house tonight?” lol! ;D

aww everyone clinked their glasses to killing monsters except for cal :(

some random guy on the street to a girl: “damn. you’re hot.” damn. you’re not! ;D

ooh she has a sleek mac computer! ;D

and a kind of messy desk just like me!

cal: “wazzup!” friend: “you’re alive?” um... hello to you too?

cal: “you know how moving can be.” friend: “is that code for ‘i found another girl and have been making out with her behind the gym?” it was behind a big pantry closet actually... ;)

also woah that’s her gf??? :o

ooh cal’s feeling her! ;)

omg the friend has a first kill! :D

the friend has an arrow on her arm and cal is drawing one on with marker :’)

woah her lineage is a thousand years old! :o

cal: “but don’t you worry juliette. i won’t underestimate you.” oooh does she know? :o

ooh there’s a feeling you get? :o

the pills have blood in them!! :o

oh no is cal sus of jul until the kiss?

jul’s a daywalker! :o

mina be like same! ;D

i love seeing a new perspective on the scenes from earlier! :D

i missed the silver thing last time and was like ‘wait why did jul say pure silver?’ turns out cal dropped silver jewelry and it made that horrifying imprint into jul’s hand! i hope it’ll fade away soon...

omg cal was watching that whole thing! :o

cal: “you’re a monster. and i’m a hunter.” and now you’re her lover... ;)

cal: “and there’s only one way this story ends.” yeah with a kill of love... ;)

this explains cal’s sus look during spin the bottle! :D

oh so THAT’S why they went into the closet! :o

and so cal could make her first kill... ;)

the ‘um... ok’ is more surprise the second time around!

cal: “there are only three rules to being a hunter.” jul: “there are only three rules for your first kill.” stay calm, be prepared and always finish what you start?

I KNEW IT! ;D

HOLY FRICK CAL JUST STABBED JUL WITH A STAKE!!!!! :o

and jul’s pained face is like another jul i know! (julia when charrington’s men beat the frick out of her in 1984)

and that ends the ep! jul obviously survives that stake to the heart, but how? i’m excited to find out! :D

this was a great first ep and i loved it! a lot of people say it’s bad or cheesy and yeah it’s a bit cheesy, but it was fun! the only ya thing i’ve seen is the first hunger games movie (and two pages of twilight) so i guess it’s cheesier when you’ve been exposed to more of it and aren’t a ya. i thought it was great! jul is so cute, cal is awesome and their romance is mmm mmm mmm! definitely a better story than edward and bella! ;D

[akumanoken]

Here's me going off on my favorite romance plots that Sakura should try:

Arranged Marriage, but oof- the one I love isn’t the one I’m marrying

True blooded Romeo & Juliet style(death at the end is optional)

Prince(ss)xPeasant

Wingman/Wingwoman

HeirxHeir(ess), aka the ‘We can’t marry, because we’re both in line for our respective kingdoms, so our romance is forbidden’

Cinderella style

Brave Prince Rescues Fair Maiden from Guarded Tower

Take your pick homie-

Oh no but like... what if we did a romeo juliet with the handsome himbo prince??

[aroceu]

jack shephard and his many boyfriends sawyer, sayid, desmond, and dogen, and his girlfriend kate, and his wingwoman juliet

[slytherweasley]

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Insomnia 🪴

Braids 🪴

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See you in the summer 🪴

Cam-girl 🍁

Skip 🍁

Ballet recital 🪴

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Fred Weasley

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Missing you 🍁

Early🍁⚡️

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Something more 🍁

Backyard camping

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Third wheel 🍂

Staying in 🪴

Dreams 🍁⚡️

Sleepless night 🍁

Drunken feelings 🪴🍁

Unforgettable present 🍁

Hermione Granger

The mystery girl 🪴🍂

Sleepover🍁⚡️

Busy🍁⚡️

Something new 🍁

Abandoned 🍂

Homework 🪴

Three (Ginny Weasley x Reader x Hermione Granger)🍁⚡️

After party 🪴🍁

Studying day 🪴🍁

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Pet cat

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All my fault 🪴🍂

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Ron Weasley

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Rewarded 🍁

A ring🪴

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Tea leaves 🪴

Harry Potter

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Triwizard challenges 🪴🍂

Just once 🪴

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Joking around 🪴

Keeping secrets hidden 🍂🍁

The three broomsticks 🍁

Burn 🍂🪴

Pansy Parkinson

Replacement 🍂🪴

If you were here 🪴🍁⚡️

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Once only 🪴🍁🍂

Transfer 🪴🍂

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