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#malia's spooky celebration
starbuckie · 3 years
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For your spooky requests, how about Bucky dating witch!reader, you could have them do whatever. Or Bucky and reader dressing their kids up for Halloween? I think that’d be adorable! Much love 😘🥰💕
ooh yes yes yes oh my goodness i love this! i decided to make the best of both worlds and have a (kind)witch!reader and bucky dressing their kids up for halloween. okay so for this she isn’t so much of a witch, but she has the same powers as wanda and a similar backstory. also after rereading this i realize that this could be a part two that takes place five years from “keeping me warm”, so if you want you can read it like that. i went a little itty bit far with this but i felt the mood for fluffiness so i hope you enjoy<3
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“Mama, mama, can you help me zip up the back of my dress?” You turned, a three month-old baby on your hip, holding a pair of scissors between your teeth as you looked at your oldest daughter who was impatiently tapping her foot on the ground. The back of her space-princess dress was half-zipped up, both arms reaching behind her head though she couldn’t reach the zipper. 
“Yeah, baby, let mama do it.” With one hand you expertly zipped up the back and smoothed down her hair which was in it’s usual Rebecca Barnes mess. Curly locks of chestnut hair fell short above the five year-old’s shoulders, topped with a headband with small planets decorating it. “You’ll be the prettiest space-princess all of New York has ever seen.”
“Not all of New York, mama, the whole wide galaxy!” Nico chimed in. He’d always admired his older sister, despite only being a year younger, and had decided to match with his sister and became one of Rebecca’s royal Martian subjects for the special night.
Halloween was never a stressful holiday before this one, with all of your kids being too young to go out trick-or-treating. You were scared of letting them go out, even if they were with their dad, and you wanted nothing more than to coddle them all in blankets know they were safely tucked in the house with you. However, it was Rebecca’s first year of school, and with relentless begging and pleading you had backed down and allowed them to go. 
The school day seemed to have gone by so quickly, with two of your kids at their respective schools, and baby Emma staying home with you. You picked Nico up from preschool, Rebecca up from kindergarten, and by the time they had gotten home, eaten their dinner, played for a bit, and gotten into their costumes it was already six o’clock. Bucky had been at the compound all day; after you gave birth to Rebecca he decided to step down from missions and just trained the recruits, and you were on maternity leave for another good two months before you got back out in the field. Every inch of you was dying to go back on missions, no respect to stay-at-home moms, but you had too much energy and were tired of sitting on your ass all day. 
“The great father of this household politely asks her Royal Highness and her subject to please help put the groceries away.” As soon as they heard their father’s voice the two older Barnes children sprinted as fast as they could to embrace him. Bucky stumbled backwards with their arms around his torso, but chuckled at his kid’s silliness and love. “Hey, guys, I missed you a ton.” He kneeled down to their height, cerulean eyes you loved so much filed with nothing but pure happiness. “Can you help me put away the groceries? I got you some broccoli because you need to eat more veggies, Nico, I know you haven’t been eating them.”
The young boy frowned, clearly upset that his dad caught him trying to sneakily avoid his greens, but nonetheless took the small bag of groceries to the kitchen counter. “Hey, baby, how was work?”
Bucky locked the door and sauntered over to you with a smile on his lips. “Boring, I miss having you there.” He pecked a quick kiss on your lips, moving on to the baby girl with the same eyes as him. “Hi, Em, did you miss your dada?” There was a hopeful tilt at the end of his question, waiting for the baby to say something in return
He got nothing but a wide-eyed stare.
With a huff he wrapped an arm around your waist and buried his head into your neck, sweet vanilla and cinnamon invading his senses. “Give it a while, Buck, she’s only three months old.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Nico and Rebecca’s chatter about candy faded in the background as soon as the lock on the knob of the door started rattling again. “Doll, I should probably tell you that I-”
“Guess who’s favorite uncle is here?” Sam yelled through the house, adorning a Mad Hatter costume and large bags that seemed like they were full of-
“Candy!” Both Rebecca and Nico swarmed their “cool” uncle and started to peek in the bags.
“Wilson! I told you you could come over, not feed my kids junk.” Bucky grumbled. He walked to his friend, snatching the bags of candy out of his hands and putting them away, effectively ignoring the cries of his children. “You munchkins are about to go out trick-or-treating, you don’t need any more sugar.”
Sam walked over to you with a kiss on the cheek for cooing at the baby in your arms. “Aw, come on, Barnes, I’m just trying to have some fun. A man’s gotta do something to ensure their place as the favorite.”
An eye roll from Bucky and a wink from Sam, the two men slumped onto the couch where you sat. “Mama, are you gonna come with us? Can you do the magic for us, please?”
The kids were never supposed to know about your past, a past full of darkness and pain until Bucky walked in. It was only a year ago when they had seen footage of you with their Aunt Wanda controlling objects with wisps of glowing red energy. You had cried into Bucky’s arms the whole night after that as he comforted you, knowing how terrifying it was to have your kids know that other side of you. Your kids, the innocent ones they were, thought you were still the most amazing and badass mom who could bake the best cookies and was like a witch. Yeah, they had lots of bragging rights at school.
Bucky pulled Nico into his arms and nuzzled the boys face, letting the little boy squeal at the feeling of stubble on his soft skin. “Not tonight, Nico, your mama needs her rest. I’m gonna take you kiddos tonight.”
The soft “aww” of the kids was silenced by Sam’s proposition. “I can take the kids if you want, Bucky, that’s actually why I came over. You’ve had a long week and I’ve been on bed rest from the leg. You stay home with your wife and start working on my next nephew,” you punched him in the arm, eliciting a wince from the large man, “or niece.”
“I just gave birth three months ago, Sammy, I’m not doing that anytime soon.” A quick look at you husband for confirmation and you turned back to Sam. “Are you really okay with taking Nico and Rebecca?”
“Of course! We’re gonna go tear up the state.” A peck on the cheek from the Falcon, and he took your kids in his arms and slammed the door open. “We’ll be back in two hours! See you later!”
Another thud let you know that Sam had left, little Emma jerking in response to the loud sound. Bucky took this as an opportunity to sprawl out, head coming to rest in your lap as he took a deep sigh. “Just the three of us for Halloween this year, huh, doll?”
“Yeah, Buck, just the three of us.” 
It wasn’t anything fun. It was you, Bucky, and Emma passed out on the couch at only six in the evening, exhausted from the days activities. But in the moment, you couldn’t find anything more special to than to share October 31st with two of your loves wrapped around you.
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mercheswan · 2 years
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Steospooktober - Hauted House
*The pack setting up a Hauted House*
Lydia: Do we have the spooky music?
Stiles: Check
Lydia: Do we have the scary creatures?
Scott, Liam, Malia:
Lydia: I shouldn’t have asked. Do we have the fake skeletons?
Theo… back from the graveyard covered in dirt: Wait … fake??
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“You didn’t” Stiles glared at his boyfriend with a serious face.
“I thought you needed the bones for some kind of ritual or spell! You should have specify that’s you wanted plastic ones!!” Theo argued.
“Theo we’re preparing a Haunted House for Halloween!!” Stiles argued back.
“I thought it was the aesthetic for the spell! What would you even want to celebrate Halloween for!?! We live in a Town that’s a freaking nightmare all year long!!” Theo complained.
“He’s gotta point there” Liam agreed.
“We’re putting those back!“ Stiles pointed at the skeletons. “But after the party, we won’t be able to find new ones in such short notice” He added.
“Stiles! No!” The pack shouted while Theo grinned proudly at his boyfriend.
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tweenw · 5 years
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Han and Leia-(Stiles Stilinski)
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Characters: Pretty much the whole pack, Stiles Stilinski and (Y/N)
Pairing: Eventual Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Word Count: 1990
Warnings: None
Summary: Stiles and (Y/N) coincidentally match their Halloween costumes.
"Alright, listen up guys. We have two days to turn this somewhat boring yet stylish environment into a spooky house of horrors." I announce as I stride into Lydia’s library, interrupting the pack at geeking out over her house. Isaac's reading one of the many books while Stiles's playing around with a sword he found in a glass case in his room. I'm not even surprised, to be honest. This perfectly describes the two.
The pack stops and looks at me in shock, while Derek just looks like I told him I'm pregnant. He never has been one for parties. I roll my eyes at their expressions and stand aside in the doorway, making space for everyone to pile out. And I think that's when they snap out of their daze. Immediately, a few of them start talking over each other. But Stile’s voice is the loudest, as per usual.
"Whoa whoa whoa. What's this I hear about a party, (Y/N)?" Stiles sets his sword down. Well, that's what I said, right? God I swear sometimes he’s the most dense pack member.
"We're hosting a Halloween party and we can't cancel because I already sent out the invites" Lydia smiles, knowing that there's no way in Hell they'd let her do this unless they didn’t know about it in the first place.
"Who did you invite anyway?" Erica asks, a twinge of excitement in her voice. Ever since she’s been turned, her outlook on parties and social events has made a 180 degree turn. 
"She invited just about half of the school. And Scott, you're gonna be the one hanging up cobwebs in high places. Go stretch." I glare at the poor guy and point at him while Stiles smirks in amusement a little. 
"Now, get your keys Derek and Stiles, because we're going shopping for food and decorations. Oh! And costumes." Lydia explains and watches as terror slowly seeps into their eyes. This is the highlight of my week. This is what I live for.
I see Derek about to complain, but I give him one of my best bitchfaces which I've learned from him. "Derek, no. Think of all the nights I whined and complained because we either do research or sulk around all the time. I want this party and we are going to have this party, thanks to Lydia. I don't want anyone complaining, or so god help me." I growl at them, making sure I look as threatening as possible. But I'm as intimidating as a pink butterfly on a cupcake so I guess this might not be my best tactic. Although by the looks of it, it's working just fine.
"Now, guys get the cars running because we're turning this house spooky." Lydia grin as defeat engraves itself on their faces.
~Time about 3 hours~
"No way, (Y/N)." Derek exclaims, looking at the funny and ironic costume. What? It's pretty funny and awesome in my opinion. I throw the costume at him, basically forcing him to catch it. Next to him, Erica and Isaac cough to hide their laughs.
"Yes way, Derek. C'mon. Just once." I plead with him, watching as he has a mental debate with himself. And by the looks of it, I've won. He looks at me in defeat and puts the werewolf costume into the trolley alongside tons of decorations and food. Now, let's check on Stiles.
Speaking of the devil, Stiles appears next to me with a smirk and holds up a Han Solo costume. 
"Well, I'll be sticking with this baby. Now, what's up next?" He asks as he sets his costume on top of Isaac’s police officer one with a chuckle. I think he's a little bit excited for this.
"Well, we still need to buy some alcohol, so Derek get on that one. Scott and Allison, take care of the snacks. I'll go and get some led lights. Meet at the checkouts in a few." I explain and turn around with the shopping cart to go and get my items.
~Time skip to the party so like... 45 hours?~
The two unimpressed boys and the half of the now-excited pack look up as Lydia and I enter the library in our costumes. Isaac winks at me, looking me up and down while Stiles’s face lights up as if he just realised who I was supposed to be dressed like. Scott even jokingly catcalls Lydia, who looks amazing in her mermaid costume.
 "Wow (Y/N), I didn't think you'd have it in you. I know what you'll have in you by the end of the night though." Isaac calls out, muttering the last part so I barely hear it. Oh but I do. I glare at him and turn around heading towards the door. Over time, these comments have become harmless and only slightly annoying.
Any minute now the guests should be arriving. Lydia told them to bring alcohol and dress up in a Halloween costume, and I can't wait to see them look as ridiculous as Scott. I mean, c'mon. He’s is wearing a fireman's costume. And I guess there's never enough alcohol. I'll try and stay as sober as possible though so I can remember all the embarrassing actions these guys do and tease them about it later.
"Well, (Y/N), you certainly are living up to Leia. I bet you and Stiles will look cute when he comes." Erica comments, making me smile a little bit that she thinks that. I wouldn't have thought she'd seen Star Wars.
As soon as I reach Lydia’s door, there's a knock. Well, time to get it on. And not in the way Isaac always suggests. I open the door and see that it's Malia and Peter. But they're wearing costumes, which are pretty thoughtful to be honest.
Malia is wearing a nurse costume with blood and guts smeared across it. I hope they're fake. It's even topped with a little Red Cross hat and a scalpel. The dress is barely covering her backside and shows a lot of cleavage. Lucky night for Stiles, I guess, as much as it hurts me. She also has a small bag which looks like it contains alcohol.
Peter is dressed up as Charlie Chaplin as far as I can tell, and he's rocking it alright. He has a glass of wine in his hand which I'm not even surprised about and a pleasant smile on his face.
"Thanks for making it all the way here, just head down stairs. Others will arrive shortly." I say with a smile and open the doors further, letting them in and notice them check out the decorations in awe. Well, Malia is the one looking around in awe. She probably hasn’t celebrated Halloween before.
As if on cue, Allison, Aiden, Stiles and Liam appear in front of the door looking rather good, might I add.
Aiden is looking pretty amusing. He's like Isaac’s exact twin. From the worn sweater to the pink scarf, its like he fell out of his ass.
Aiden is sporting a Dracula costume, complete with a cape and fangs drenched in blood. I don't even want to know if it's fake or real. But ironic costume of choice, nonetheless, which I appreciate.
Allison has the striped yellow suit of the Bride from Kill Bill on. And let me tell you something. She's went all out on his outfit. It's pretty detailed, and I like it.
But what makes me chuckle the most is Stiles’s costume. He's wearing the Han Solo costume he bought a few days ago and that makes me laugh. Exactly the perfect match for my costume. He looks at me impressed. "I do believe this is a coincidence, (Y/N). Or maybe it's the universe trying to tell us something." Stiles smirks as the other three walk past, noticing how well in character he already is
I hear Aiden murmur. "Yeah, to suck it up and get a room" I'm not even surprised at his reaction. He just realised there's one less girl to hook up with. Not that I'm planning on doing such a thing with Stiles. Strictly friends.Just Stiles, my best friend who I’ve been crushing on for years.
Him coming dressed as Han Solo and me being dressed as Princess Leia is amusing. Time to see if he's a fake fan or if he'll stay true to his character.
"Well, do come in, scoundrel." I grin a little, almost as if I was trying out the waters. Well, in the movies Leia and Han have a lot of chemistry yet there’s merciless insults. Let’s see if he’s down to... Roleplay I guess?
If it were possible, his smile gets wider as he grabs a hold of my hand and starts kissing it. "You know playing hard to get will only delay the inevitable." An involuntary shiver runs down my spine as his lips connect with my skin. This is so unlike Stiles. I like it though. I start to laugh.
"Alright you two weirdos, the party's down here!" Erica yells from the library. I can sort of sense that she's already started downing our alcohol, even if it won’t do much to her. Oh, right. I pull away from Stiles unwillingly and let out a laugh as I walk into the room full of dancing people and the awkward Malia doing the 'white dad at a barbecue' dance. I leave the door open for others to just come in. This one will be worth staying sober for, even if it is just for a few minutes.
"Well, care to dance, Princess?" Stiles asks, not waiting for a response before he pulls my hand and drags me onto the 'dance floor', not once breaking any physical contact with me. Well, this night is weird so far. And we barely even started yet.
He spins me around in a few circles, not once breaking contact. “I love the costume by the way, nice job.” 
I grin at him, my heart skipping a beat. He likes it.
“Why thank you. Yours isn’t half bad either, Solo.” I chuckle, and briefly pull away from him to grab a nearby bottle of some liqueur, before taking a few long gulps. Liquid courage, as Lydia calls it. I pass it to Stiles, who does the same, and then hands it to a passing by Allison.
His hands rest on my hips as a slower song comes on, the pack and a now more busy room pairing off to dance with their significant other. In this case, I’m dancing with my costume significant other. 
For a few minutes, it’s just us swaying, before I feel the dull presence of alcohol, and let out a giggle. Without really questioning it, Stiles joins me, before we’re a giggling mess. I guess we’re loud to the point Erica and Derek stop next to us, her expression one of amusement and his of defeat, probably having been roped into the dance by his Beta.
“You know, it’s not really Han and Leia without the kiss.” She smirks, Derek rolling his eyes and pulling her away before she has a chance to say anything more. 
Stiles looks uncertain, almost as if he’s having an inner battle with himself. I, on the other hand, seeing double, take a hold of my best friends face and pull him down for a deep kiss. 
His lips feel soft against mine, hesitant at first, but then more eager than perhaps mine. I feel his arms wrap around my waist and pull me in a little closer, which I don’t object to. For a few brief seconds, it feels like it’s just the two of us. No pack members, no other high-schoolers and Derek’s old friends. Just my best friend and I.
All too soon he pulls away, but rests his forehead on mine, and his sweet breath fans my face.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that for the past year.” He grins, his hands holding my face. My lips mirror his, a smile now present on my face.
“Well, Solo, I’m glad you got what you wanted.”
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Lydia- I Think I Do
Request-  Lydia + number 2 of the holiday prompts would be great ^^
2. “I know I was supposed to plan the entire Christmas party, but this is A LOT harder than it looks, okay?” In which decorations are destroyed, plans go awry, and someone has to swallow their pride and ask their crush for help.
A/N- I LOVE Lydia Martin, okay? I totally changed the holiday in the prompt but oh well. Thank you for the request!! Happy early New Year guys!!
“What do you think about a dutch braid?” Lydia asked, leaning forward as she held out a thick section of your hair.
You shrugged. “Whatever you want to do.”
“This is supposed to be your makeover,” she reminded you.
You tilted your head, smiling at her in the mirror. “I think we both know it’s always been your makeover.”
Lydia’s lips curled up. “Fine, so I’m a control freak when it comes to makeup.”
“Don’t forget hair and clothes too,” you added, winking at her.
Lydia blushed, and looked back down to examine your head. “I think I’m going to try a milkmaid braid on you. And then we can curl these strands right here…”
“How did I know we would be doing this when you invited me over?”
“Because you’re the perfect model,” she said swiftly. “And you’re perfectly willing. Unlike Malia, who almost took off my fingers when I tried to paint her nails.”
You laughed softly. “Sounds like Malia.”
“And, because I already talk too much about myself,” she continued. “This way, I’m too busy to gossip, and you get to catch me up on what’s been going on with you.”
“I haven’t been that busy…”
“Y/n, everytime I texted you at school, you were always studying. We haven’t really talked in months.”
“Well, I’m just glad the semester is over,” you admitted. “I didn’t do much but study and sleep when I was at school. And when I came back, I missed almost all the action.”
Lydia scoffed. “You skipped your finals to come save us from hunters, Y/n. You were the action.”
A warm feeling spread through you, a direct result of Lydia’s admiration. “Well, calculus could never be as important as my best friend. And you’re a lot more fun.”
“Speaking of fun,” she mused. “What are you doing for New Year’s?”
“Are you throwing another party to end all parties?” you wondered, teasing her just a little.
As her best friend, you had been to a fair amount of Lydia Martin’s infamous parties, and year after year, they never failed to impress. Things changed after Allison died, and it became only you and the rest of the pack, but Lydia still went all out.
“Honestly,” she told you. “This year was hell. I’m not sure I want to celebrate it.”
Your mouth fell open. “You want a quiet night in? Lydia Martin does not do quiet nights in.”
She sighed, smiling sadly. “Maybe at one point in time. I’m just not the same girl I was in high school, Y/n. None of us are the same.”
“Maybe,” you admitted. “But you’re still my best friend, and to be honest, I think we should celebrate the fact that we’re all still alive.”
“I’m just not in the mood to plan it,” she admitted. “If I’m doing it, it has to be done right. I just don’t have the energy.”
“Lydia,” you said softly. “We’re all going separate ways. And since everyone comes back for the holidays, New Year’s is the one time when the stars align and put everyone back in the same place. You really wanna pass that up?”
She frowned. “I don’t know.”
“What if I plan it?” you asked her.
She glanced at you with skeptical green eyes. “You’ve never planned a party before.”
“And?” you demanded. “Everyone has to start somewhere. We can still have it here, but I’ll do all the prep work. You can sit back, put your pretty feet up, and let me throw the party.”
She pursed her red lips. “You’re sure you want to do this? It’s a lot harder than it looks.”
You rolled your eyes. “Are you forgetting that I’ve seen you at your worst?”
Her lips curled upward, and she placed a warm hand on you shoulder. “You have...I guess it’s up to you then.”
You smiled brightly at her, ready to prove yourself. It wasn’t that you particularly cared about partying. You would have been just as excited about a movie night with the pack, but you secretly wanted to impress Lydia.
For years, you had watched her light up rooms full of people with her charisma and careful planning. You wanted that too, even if it was for one night. Maybe if she saw that, she’d finally want you as more than a friend.
As her fingers wove through your hair, you pushed away your longing and plastered a smile on your face. You were going to throw an amazing party if it was the last thing you did.
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It was a disaster.
The decorations you ordered ended up being for Halloween, due to some mix up at the shipping facility in Oregon. Little plastic champagne flutes were decorated with spiders and skeletons, despite your order for stars and glitter. Instead of silver and black banners, you now had purple and green ones, plastered with a shaky font reading “TIME TO GET SPOOKY.”
Your cookies had burned in the oven, the cake hadn’t arrived from the baker, and Malia had knocked over the enormous platter of cheese and crackers, intending to steal a snack.
“This is awful,” you groaned, as Malia munched on a cracker from the floor.
She was sitting at your kitchen table, staring at you with raised eyebrows. “I mean, the food is still good.”
“I literally charred these,” you reminded her, snatching a blackened chocolate chip cookie and waving it in her face.
She reached for it, took a crunchy bite, and looked thoughtful. “They’re not that bad.”
You sighed and ripped it from her hand, tossing it in the trash without a second glance.
“And why are you eating those?” you demanded. “They fell on the floor!”
“They still taste the same. Maybe a little bit dusty, but mostly the same.”
You opened your mouth to reply, but ended up closing it. It was better to just drop the subject.
“You know, you could always call L-”
“I am not calling Lydia!” you snapped, sinking down into the chair across from her and putting your face in your hands. “I told her I would take care of everything. I promised I would do it.”
“Look, I get you don’t want to look stupid in front of her, but I think you’re past that…”
You glared at her, but then your lip started to tremble, and you broke down into tears. “You’re right.”
Malia grimaced. Emotions were never something she had been good at dealing with, not even her own.
She reached forward to pat your back stiffly. “Um, hey. It’s not that bad. I mean, the worst she could do is be disappointed in you.”
You began to cry harder, and Malia groaned, reaching for your phone. “Y/n, just call her. She’ll probably be happy to help. You know how easily she gets bored.”
“I don’t want her to hate me.”
“I could never hate you.”
You glanced up, jumping slightly as you realized Lydia was standing in the doorway of your kitchen. Mortified, you asked “What are you doing here?”
She sighed. “I figured you might need a little help. And Malia, is right, I was bored out of my mind.”
She came over to wrap an arm around your shoulders. “Oh, Y/n, why didn’t you just call?”
“I wanted it to be perfect,” you explained, wiping tears away from your cheeks. “I wanted to do something special for you.”
“For me?” she asked.
“Well, for everyone,” you said quickly. “But especially for you. You always go all out, Lydia.”
She smiled. “Yes, and it’s exhausting...but the fact that you wanted to do this for me is amazing. And you almost pulled it off too.”
You buried your face in your hands, and she pulled you into a hug. “You were pretty damn close...which is why this party can absolutely be saved.”
You picked your head up and looked at her with puffy eyes. “It can?”
She nodded and winked at Malia, who didn’t seem to notice as she gnawed on another burned cookie. “It’s nothing a trip to the dollar store can’t fix.”
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“Wow, Lydia,” Scott remarked, as he stepped into her foyer. “This place looks great.”
“Actually,” Lydia informed him, looping an arm through yours as you stood in the entryway. “Y/n planned the whole thing. I was only here for assistance.”
Scott gave an impressed nod and smiled at you.
Kira smiled as she trailed behind him, glancing up at the cheap foil banners and balloons you and Lydia had dipped in glitter glue. As it turned out, no one could really tell the difference between expensive decorations and these.
“I love it,” she told you. “It reminds me of you. Very bright.”
You flushed, and Lydia squeezed your arm excitedly.  
Stiles showed up next, rolling his eyes as he led a chattering Liam and Mason into Lydia’s
house. He had been tasked with chauffeuring them to the party.
“Holy shit,” he said, as he walked inside. “You did better than I thought you would, Y/n.”
Lydia shot him a glare, and he swallowed. “It looks very nice.”
“Looks like that’s everyone,” you remarked as you followed them to the kitchen.
The cake was sitting on the kitchen table, decorated in silver and gold icing. It turned out that the bakery had just been running late, and on your way back from the door, you, Lydia and Malia had stopped by to pick it up.
Malia had stuck her face up against the glass, eyeing all the pastries and sweets, and she ended up choosing the cookies that would replace the ones you had burned. Even though, as Malia stated, “They tasted fine.”.
Throughout the night, you laughed and drank and enjoyed the time you had together. When Liam flicked on the TV to see the ball drop, you all screamed with joy as the new year rang in.
After the excitement had died down, everyone was either asleep (Malia), drunk (Mason and Stiles), or talking quietly.
You and Lydia had made your way to the top of her stairs, and were sitting quietly with near-empty glasses of champagne in your hands.
“Did you really want to do this for me?” Lydia asked softly.
You turned to her and smiled. “Yeah. You’ve come such a long way. I kinda wanted to celebrate that.”
She smiled, a light blush creeping onto her cheeks. “So have you. You’re the bravest person I know.”
“And you’re the strongest,” you said softly.
She gently shook her head, causing her red curls to shake. “I’m not strong. I’ve spent this entire year scared out of my mind, wondering if all of us are going to stay alive or not. I was terrified something would happen when you were at school.”
You laughed softly. “Lydia, I just went away to college. I was probably safer not being in Beacon Hills.”
“I know,” she whispered. “It’s just...there were things I wanted to tell you. I was afraid I wouldn’t get to say them.”
“Then tell me,” you said with a shrug. “We’re together now, aren’t we?”
She nodded. “Y/n, you’re my best friend. You’ve always been my best friend. Out of everyone else, I was most terrified of losing you and at first I thought that was why. But that wasn’t it.”
You felt your breath catch in your throat, and you set your glass down out of fear that Lydia could see your hands shaking.
“There’s more,” she continued. “When you did this tonight, I finally realized that you might feel the same way. That you might be in love with me too. And I really hope it’s true.”
She was staring at you with those wide green eyes, so full and hopeful. You wanted to say so many things, but you couldn’t put into words the years worth of feelings you had for her.
Instead, you leaned forward, cupping her warm cheeks and kissing her. She leaned into you, eagerly kissing you back.
With her lips on yours, you remembered all the small little moments that had told you that you loved her. They flashed through your head like a film reel, and it was like you were watching your life from the outside.
You could remember spending hours in her pool during the summer, spitting water at each other and splashing. You could see the two of you watching the notebook, hugging each other and crying. Getting ready for the first day of school together. Sitting with her after Peter attacked her. Clinging to each other for support at Allison’s funeral. Doing each other’s makeup for dances, prom, and tearfully before graduation. Saying a goodbye when you left for college, knowing it could never truly be goodbye, not with Lydia.
She kissed you back fiercely, as if she knew exactly what you were thinking and was feeling it too. When she pulled away, she reached up to run her thumb across your lip.
“You ruined your lipstick,” she remarked breathlessly.
“You can fix it,” your murmured to her, reaching forward to pull her into a hug. “Lydia, I love you.”
“I love you too,” she whispered. “So much, Y/n. You have no idea.”
You pulled away to smile at her, looking into her deep green eyes.
“I think I do.”
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mischiefandi · 5 years
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Dylan Tumblr Awards Results!
Stiles Award
@were-cheetah-stiles The Mistake/The College Years
@mischiefandi I’ll Be Watching You
@spooky-lara-stilinski Trapped/Anchors
Void Award
@thelittlestkitsune Swipe Right
@perlocutionary Riddle Me This
@dumbass-stilinski Little Bird
Mitch Award
@were-cheetah-stiles The Recruit
@all-alone-he-turns-to-stone Killer Queen
@minhosmeanhoe The Preacher’s Daughter
Stuart Award
@thelittlestkitsune Search History
@mf-despair-queen Cabin Fever
Thomas Award
@twilightparker Tell Me You Love Me
@mf-despair-queen Lost Without You
Dylan Award
@were-cheetah-stiles The Summer Fling
@dobseventeen Suffering / A New Beginning
@itsbilescallmebiles First impressions
The Maze Runner Award
@twilightparker Tell Me You Love Me
@bilesbilinskix TMR Rewrite = @perlocutionary Morning Glory
Teen Wolf Award
We have a tie!
@rememberstilinski The Power Of Love/The Things You Said = @were-cheetah-stiles The Mistake
@bilesbilinskix TW Rewrite
American Assassin Award
@were-cheetah-stiles The Recruit
@lovefilledtragedy Driven Motive
Katrina Award
@ashotofblues How It Should’ve Happened
@redstringlovers Supermarket Flowers
@thelittlestkitsune
Newt Award
@redstringlovers
@mf-despair-queen A Puppy Among Puppies
Malia Award
@twilightparker Selfish
@mf-despair-queen
@minhosmeanhoe The Danger Of Red Lips = @herscrunchiehairtie Friday Nights
Hurley Award
@minhosmeanhoe Yes, Sir
Stydia Award
@dumbass-stilinski Puppy Love
@were-cheetah-stiles The Mistake
Teresa Award (by 1 vote)
@twilightparker Seeing Blind
@rememberstilinski The Power Of Love
@huntersanonymous It’s Just A Word
Noah Stilinski Award
@spxderbarnes Nine To Five
@mf-despair-queen Where Have You Been All My Life?
Sonya & Newt Award
@dylans-jawline Going Away
Liam Award
@dumbass-stilinski
Scott Award
@mischiefandi
Melissa Award
@thelittlestkitsune
Lydia Award
@were-cheetah-stiles
@mf-despair-queen
@twilightparker
Picture Perfect Award
@redstringlovers
@herscrunchiehairtie
@brien-odylan
Reader Insert Award
@redstringlovers
@were-cheetah-stiles
@itsbilescallmebiles
Adidas Award
@redstringlovers
Newtmas Award
@twilightparker
The Freshman Award
@curlswithcreativity
@the-celestial-kitsune
@julzdec
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It’s officially over, that’s it! Two months have come and gone and so have the Dylan Tumblr Awards :) 
I’d just like to end this with two little things.
First of all, thank you all so very much for participating so willingly and enthusiastically. It was awesome to have so many people be so excited about the awards, you made this all worth it 100%, it was an incredible experience, so thank you. Thank you as well to everyone who reblogged my long-ass posts concerning the awards, I know they were lol so thank you for reblogging and sharing and reminding people daily that these were going on, you were a huge help and source of support so thank you. (huge thanks as well to everyone who voted for me, you guys are the literal sweetest)
Secondly, I just want to say that this really truly was an incredible experience. It came with stress (a lot of stress lmao), excitement, responsibility, fun, I formed friendships with people I barely even knew before then, it was fantastic fir so many reasons, but the main one is that it got me to connect fully to this amazing and wonderful fandom that I am lucky enough to be a part of. 
My goal was to celebrate the wonderful members of the fanfiction community in the Dylpickle fandom, but it did so much more than that. It brought us closer together, it made me smile and gave me a purpose when I felt empty. I know I’m making this all about me lmao, I'm sorry, that’s not the point, I just want all of you to realise just how much it meant to me that you all participated and actually had fun, I know not everyone is a fan of these, but you stuck by me still, so thank you.
Hope you guys are all proud of yourselves, wether you won an award or not. Your blogs are a wonderful source of happiness for thousands out there, you are a part of something beautiful, and your talented souls have made my past two months the funnest ever. Love everyone here, literally everyone. Thank you all so much (huge thank you to my beloved judges, you are the best), have a wonderful morning, afternoon, evening, talk soon :)
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3, 10 and 26 for the song ask?
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3. three songs you were recently obsessed withohhhh,riptide by vance joybreezeblocks by alt-jthe full ‘how to be a human being’ album by glass animals, namely pork soda and mama’s gun
10. three favourite Halloween/spooky songswe don’t celebrate halloween where i live? but uh spooky-creepyish songs:seven devils by florence and the machine i can’t decide by the scissor sistersfor what it’s worth cover by malia jdoes meet me in the woods by lord huron count?
26. three favourite non-English songsfair warning i don’t think ive watched either of these movies
balam pichkari from the yeh jawaani hai deewani movie soundtrackbadtameez dil from the yeh jawaani hai deewani movie soundtracklocha-e-ulfat from the 2 states movie soundtrack
honorable mention: Ek Main Aur Ekk Tu from idk where bc i was obsessed with it back when i was Very Small
thanks for asking! my music taste fluctuates a Lot so rip
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katslefty · 7 years
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The Obama Years - A Nine-Part Oral History | HISTORY
The Obama Years - A Nine-Part Oral History.
"My favorite memory of that day is actually driving with our daughters down Lakeshore Drive. This was the first time we had full Secret Service and Malia, who was 10, and Sasha, who was 7, were in the backseat. And Malia says, 'Daddy, you won right?' And I said, 'Well, we don't know yet. We're still counting the votes.' And she says, 'There's supposed to be a big party downtown where everybody's going to celebrate if you win?' And I said, 'Yeah, that's right.' So she says, 'Daddy, I'm not sure people are coming because the roads are empty.' It was the first time they'd cleared the roads for us, and it was true, it was a little spooky, but it gave you some indication that this was now different. So that by the time you walk on stage the enormity of it hits you. You understand that it's game time and you have to meet the moment as best you can."
http://www.history.com/the-obama-years/index.html?utm_source=nextdraft&utm_medium=website
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starbuckie · 3 years
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🎃send me some spooky drabble requests🎃
with halloween well on it’s way i thought that i’d open requests for some little spooky drabbles. i’m having a bit of a writer’s block with the next chapter of all you knead is love right now, and i’m working on some carter and dayton stuff, but halloween if one of my favorite holidays and i just wanted to celebrate a little bit.
i’ll be taking requests for:
seb characters (no sebastian or lee bodecker please)
mcu characters
the marauders (oof i’m gonna give it a shot)
i’ll leave this mini spooktober celebration open until november first, so send in your requests<3
tagging a few mutuals bc i think that’s what you do for these things @adorkably @aiofheavenandhell @april-showers-and-flowers @themainleipotterhands @asonofpeter
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starbuckie · 3 years
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MAL CAN WE GET SIRIUS PLEASE LIKE A SIRIUS DURING HALLOWEEN? ONE OF THE SCENES I JUST THOUGHT OF WAS ACCIDENTALLY MATCHING COSTUMES AND THEN THEY JUST CONTINUE TO ACCIDENTALLY MATCH THIS AOULD BE ADKRABLE I THINK OMG
so i tried to make this house-neutral but THIS IDEA I’M SO EXCITED FOR YOU TO READ THIS ANGE AGJDKAHDJGHJKS OKAY HERE IT IS HOPE YOU ENJOY<3
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“Black, don’t think for a second that I planned this.” Y/N stood with a bottle of firewhiskey in the Gryffindor common room, princess dress hanging loosely off of her shoulders after the few hours of partying they had done this Halloween. 
Sirius readjusted the crown on his head and took a swig from his firewhiskey bottle, Y/N using all of her willpower to not look at his exposed neck as his head tilted back. His princely costume was played lowkey their final year, just a crown with a nice dress shirt and clacks, but with his confident attitude that resembled a royal’s, it was impossible to not know what he was for Halloween.  “Again, Y/N? Really, we’ve been playing this game of match up, dress up, whatever you want to call it for three years now, it seems highly unlikely that it’s just a coincidence again.”
“Sirius, you bring up this argument of yours again and again every year, and every time I say the same thing; it is just a coincidence. It’s not like I try to match with you, I actually despise it.” No, you really don’t, a voice whispered in her head, you bloody love it, you little minx. 
“Trust me, love, I know.” The grey-eyed boy let out a heavy chuckle that sounded more like a sigh as he averted his eyes to the ground. What was he thinking? “I’ll always remember when you kneed me in the ballsack back in fifth year.”
Fifth Year
Y/N glared across the hall at the group of troublemaking boys in her year laughing hysterically at absolutely nothing. Lily stood to her right doing the exact same, with Marlene and Dorcas admiring them from her left. 
“They’re brilliant, Lily, why can’t you just admit that?” Marlene whined. “Y/N, you understand, right?”
Sure, the little group of Marauders, as they liked to call themselves, were clever. It was no secret that they thrived academically and were astoundingly smart with their high marks and amazing discoveries. However, it was also not a secret that they were a bunch of bloody gits, using that charm and wit of theirs to craft pranks that more often than not had her on the receiving end. Lily agreed with Y/N, of course she did, though it was becoming increasingly obvious that the redhead fancied a certain James Potter. Dorcas and Marlene still marveled at the boys, absolutely wooed by their “talent” and “amazing pranks”.
“They’re brilliant in some aspects, Dorcas,” Y/N watched as Peter Pettigrew tripped over his feet and into James Potter, knocking them both over. “It doesn’t change the fact that they’re a ton of lazy sods.” The redhead next to her nodded, still watching Potter, as Y/N tugged on her arm. “Now come on, Lily, I don’t want him to see me, let’s get a cuppa at the Great Hall.”
A devilish smirk appeared on her face, eyes glinting as they gazed towards one of the taller boys. “You mean you don’t want Sirius to see that you two are wearing matching costumes?” Y/N shot her a glare but Lily simply laughed at her friend’s peeved expression. “Don’t be such a ninny.”
“Piss off, Evans.” She growled at her friend. It wasn’t intended that she was matching with the raven-haired boy but Halloween was a fun time to dress up, and the only thing she could find were a pair of plastic fangs to make a vampire costume. It just so happened that Sirius Black thought of the exact same thing, which made her blood boil. Both of them wore blood red capes and black attire under, fake fangs in their mouths, and worst of all, they looked like a couple. Her and stupid, bloody attractive, smart, charming, Sirius Black. Even his lopsided smirk had imprinted its image in her brain and she hated how he infiltrated her thoughts. 
Lily finally relented, letting Y/N steer her and their friends towards breakfast right when a hand caught her wrist and spun her into a pair of arms. Grey eyes peered into her own and her heart nearly beat out of her damn chest at the upwards tilt of his lips. “Hey, L/N, that outfit looks pretty familiar.” 
Snapping out of her trance, she pushed herself off of Sirius and stomped back to her friends before he stopped her again, by her cape this time. “C’mon, sweetheart, we look good together. We’re bound to happen at some point, L/N, so why don’t we save all the hassle and get together now? I think the matching costumes are a pretty telltale sign, and I know a little space behind the castle where we can get to know each other a little better. What do you say?”
With a little smirk on her lips, Y/N stepped closer to him, hands coming to run down his chest as he gripped her hips with wide eyes. She almost laughed at his surprised expression, rosy lips opened in shock rather than his usual smirk. “I think that,” he leaned forward at her every word so that her chest pressed against his, “I’ll just,” his mouth was millimeters away from hers, hot breath mingling together in the most delicious way, “kick you in the groin, you horny tosser.” 
True to her word, she swiftly kneed him in the balls, making a near-dramatic exit with her head held high and cape swishing by her ankles. Sirius keeled over in pain with a pained groan, all the students in the corridor laughing at the normally suave boy who got absolutely schooled. 
A wheeze and cough was heard behind him, James and Peter nearly losing breath at how hard they were laughing. “You had that coming, Pads, you played that so dirty and I can’t even-” James lost himself in another bout of laughter as his glasses slipped off his nose. 
Remus, who wasn’t laughing as hard for the sake of his friend’s dignity, placed and arm out for Sirius to balance on as he stood up. “Prongs is right, Pads, you came off as a manky prat.” 
He longingly look at Y/N’s retreating form, face red from the humiliation of being rejected by the girl he was kind of completely head over heels for. Of course he went after the one girl he couldn’t have.
“Oh, come off it, Moony.”
“Okay, Black, you can’t even deny that you didn’t deserve that. First of all, it was absolutely disgusting, asking to shag right in the morning and in a hallway of all places.” The princess took another sip of her firewhiskey, wincing at the burn of it down her throat. “Second of all, it’s rude and extremely horrible to lead a girl on like that, I mean I’ve liked you since third year and I know that if you pulled that fifth-year shit again on me this year, I’d probably hurt you worse.” Noticing Sirius’ nearly blank stare on her, her neck suddenly felt hot. “What is it? Do I have something on my face, or-”
“You like me?” His hands were stilled, eyes searching hers for a lie. Shit, shit, shit, shit! The one certainty of Sirius never finding out about her feelings was that Y/N would get to keep this bond with him, year after year, ensuring that even if they weren’t together, she’d still have some sort of relationship to him. But now he knew, and there wasn’t anything she could do but play it off as a lie.
“No, no, my tongue just gets much looser when I’ve had some alcohol, and what I meant to say was that I’ve liked being your friend since third year, not that I’ve, you know, had a crush on you since third year. Because that’d make no sense, right? I mean I really don’t like you, in fact I absolutely...”
“Hate me?” Sirius’ firm hands wrapped around her waist, a cute but cocky smirk on his face. “Oh, I’m sure you do, love.” 
And when their lips connected, Y/N didn’t object.
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starbuckie · 3 years
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Okok what about peter and reader going to a Halloween party and they’re in college but before they leave, they’re told they have to take Morgan trick or treating and are kinda annoyed by it but end up having a good time! Also if they have a couples costume 💕💕💕
YES YES YES i’ve never written for peter before but i hope i do him justice. btw, this is kind of an au in which nobody finds out pete’s identity, cuz i have no idea what’s happening there. enjoy reading<3
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A rapping against the wooden door of Peter’s dorm echoed across the small room and the eighteen year-old boy shot up from the couch. Tonight was the first normal part they’d get to go to, one of the frats throwing a party to end Halloween on a big note. His girlfriend, Y/N, was getting ready with him beforehand, bringing some dinner she picked up from the Thai place near their school’s auditorium and his favorite cuddles from his favorite girl. He was expecting it to be a crazy night, full of music, dancing, and just a nice break from the work they’d been so swamped with.
What he was not expecting however, was his girlfriend holding a six year-old Morgan at the door and a box of pizza in one hand. “Petey!” Y/N dropped the little wriggling girl she was holding in her left arm and let her jump on the surprised boy. “I’ve missed you so much! Momma said she had some business tonight and I couldn’t go trick-or-treating, but Y/N said I could hang out with you guys tonight and that you would take me.” 
Peter forced out a chuckle and look to Y/N. “You said what?”
She rolled her eyes and walked in briskly, but not before dropping a kiss to his lips. “C’mon, Pete, Morg was upset so I told Pepper that we could take her trick-or-treating and feed her some dinner.” Brushing her lips by his ear, she quietly added, “Rhodey called her in for some tech help, Sam and Bucky are off the grid.” 
Oh, that type of business. Ever since he and Y/N had started their freshman year of college they had gotten somewhat of a break from near-death experiences, and especially after Mysterio two years before, they were so much more careful of how they lived their lives. Pepper had insisted that they go to college, even though Peter protested at first, wanting to make sure that he was there if the rest of the Avengers ever needed him, but with a final rejection from the blonde woman, he relented. 
Still, tonight was supposed to be a night for him and his girlfriend, and as much as he loved Morgan, he wanted to just enjoy some time with Y/N, doing what Pepper liked to call “having the full college experience” that she wanted so badly for them. With a sigh, Peter ruffled Morgan’s hair and brought her to the couch where Y/N had started setting up dinner. “Did Pepper give a time that we have to bring this little kiddo home?”
“Yeah, she said eight because when she let Buck and his girlfriend take her last year they brought her home at nine completely passed out, and she threw up the next day.” She handed a slice to the Morgan, who was dressed as a unicorn this year, and sent a wink her way. “We’ll still have plenty of time to go to the party if you want afterwards.”
“There’s a party?” Morgan asked, excitement filling her eyes. “Can I go to the party with you guys.”
Peter chuckled at the sweet little girl and shook his head. “No, it’s gonna be way past your bedtime, Morg, but I think that going trick-or-treating will be, like, fifteen times more fun.”
“Fifteen times more fun? Really?” She gasped. 
“Yeah, Morg, fifteen times more fun. Those weirdos at the party got nothing on you.” Y/N smiled at her two people, warmth blooming in her chest. “What time are we going out, baby?”
She sat herself next to Peter and curled into him, head resting on his shoulder as Morgan giddily watched Hotel Transylvania. “We’re thinking in maybe an hour or so so Morg can have at least two hours. We’ve also gotta pull the costumes out so we can match.”
Peter looked down at his girlfriend with shock, face red from pre-embarrassment, thinking about the matching Han Solo and Princess Leia costumes under his bed in the dorm. “We can’t dress up, we’re way too old!” Y/N fixed him a pointed look and he exasperatedly sighed. “I ordered those as a joke!”
“No you didn’t, Peter.”
���No, I didn’t.”
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starbuckie · 3 years
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halloween party with seb/bucky where they unintentionally match costumes (such a cliche trope but i’m a sucker for it 🥺👉🏼👈🏼)
lea!!! im sorry this is coming at ya late, but i love this trope too so i was super excited to write it. there’s a grease reference in there so if you don’t get it shame on you(im kidding i love all of you but go watch grease)(also i made this a college au bc i felt the need) i hope you enjoy babes<3
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The skin-tight black leather pants felt suddenly constricting as you made eye-contact with the blue-eyed boy across the room. You knew who he was. Everybody did. James Buchanan Barnes, or Bucky as he liked to be called, was the well-known, sweet-talking, boy next door, hot as hell boy in your class. In the two months you all had been at college already, he had make himself a big figure, having everybody swooning over him and falling at his feet. Though, the strange thing was, as popular as he was across campus, he didn’t let it go to his head. No, Bucky Barnes was a sweetheart, kind and friendly and talked to everybody he saw, the classic helping old ladies across the street type of boy. In all, it was safe to say that he was a dreamboat.
And you unfortunately were the Sandy to his Danny this Halloween.
Actually, was it unfortunately? You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a little crush on him, just like every other person in your class. However, admiring him from afar was about the closest interaction you’d ever had with him, despite him being in many of your courses with you. He started walked over and you palms started to get sweaty, debating whether it was weird or not to run in the opposite direction right after you made direct eye contact. “Hey, you’re Y/N, right?”
His deep baritone voice sent shivers down your spine and you managed a meek nod before saying, “Yeah, that’s me.” Well that wasn’t awkward at all, L/N, way to go.
“I think we’re in the same linguistics class, right? With Fury?” He asked, a genuine smile playing on his lips. 
“And political science, with Hill.” You looked him up and down, trying to look as casual as possible, but he caught your eyes on the leather jacket straining over his arms. 
“You make a good Sandy, doll.” His eyes roamed over your form, and he wasn’t barely shameless about it either. Pink tongue darted over his lips and you tried so hard not to crumble right then and there in front of him, but the next words he said were nothing of what you expected. “I mean, one might even say we go together...” 
Your eyes widened at the pun and you couldn’t help the laughter that flowed out of you. It was probably the stupidest line you had ever heard come out of someone’s mouth, but you had to admit it was cute coming from him. Bucky seemed relieved that you liked his pun, small chuckles pulling you back to reality that he was like this with everyone. 
Both of you looked around the party in silence once again, not knowing what else to say. Students everywhere were completely wasted, either dancing around like crazy and couples drunkenly making their way out of the front of the house and falling over themselves. While it was nice that he was talking to you, it made your nerves go haywire, and his silence was giving you the one chance you needed to get away so he didn’t think you were even more socially awkward than before.
“Well, it was nice talking to you Bucky, I hope you have a good Halloween.” You started to walk away, back to Natasha and Wanda, when his hand caught your wrist, warm and calloused in contrast to your freezing body. 
“Where do you think you’re going, dolly?” His blue eyes gazed intensely into yours, almost in a seductive way, and the last thing you felt like doing was looking away. “We’re matching, Y/N, that means we gotta stick together. What do you say?” 
You peered over to your friends who were giving you thumbs up and nodding excitedly for you. You were supposed to get them drinks but you honestly doubted they cared about them now. Turning back to him, you gave him a small smile as he wrapped his left arm around your waist. There were glares of other jealous girls on you, upset that you had gotten the campus charmer to fall for you so quickly, but you paid them no mind.
A new chapter of your life was being written, and you’d be damned if you let anything ruin it for you. 
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and buCCI OMG WHAT AB READER DRESSING UP AS WINTER SOLDIER AND BUCCI DRESSING UP AS READER (also i realize i just ask spammed you with a bunch of requests, don’t do em if you don’t want to, love you babes please take care of yourself) and to all of my lovely beautiful hooman’s followers: LETS GET SPOOPY BITCHES
HI ANGE! im sorry im getting this in so late, but YES I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE. i decided to have her just dress up as bucky, rather than the winter soldier, so i hope that that little change is okay. anywayssss i hope u enjoy and good luck on prank week babes <3
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It wasn’t weird for Bucky to notice his maroon henley dropping off of his girlfriend’s shoulders. No, one of his favorite things in the world was getting to wake up everyday and see her cuddled into his clothing, just a small reminder that she was his and he was hers, but what really caught his eye was the tin foil peeking out under the shirt. There wasn’t much to be seen, the shirt was so big on her that it covered her hands, but while she rapidly waved her arms around to reenact a scene from Edward Scissorhands for Sam and Sharon, it was much more obvious that the glint of foil covering her arm was meant to be his metal arm.
“Hey, doll, is that my shirt-” Y/N turned around at hearing his voice, and what he was met with nearly stopped his damn breath. There she stood, with what seemed like brown eyeshadow covering the bottom of her face, eyes wide with innocence. “What’s on your face?”
She lifted her hand to her face, smearing the makeup around a bit before walking up to him. “Well, it’s eyeshadow, ‘cause I was trying to make your beard but it just looks faded so I’m gonna go take it off. Oh yeah, if you couldn’t tell, I’m you.” Y/N rolled up the sleeve of her left arm, showing the tin foil with gold lines scribbled over it. “I also tried to make your vibranium arm, but it was too hard to color the tin foil black so I drew the gold plates over it with a marker. Anyways, I left your costume on the bed, so get ready quick. Sharon is driving us to Queens so we can hit up all the bars and get wasted.”
“What’s my costume?” Bucky asked amusedly.
The dark look that came over his girlfriend’s face was genuinely terrifying, the evil tone in her normally charming voice making his heartbeat race. “Oh, don’t worry, honey, you’ll see.”
He raced to the elevator, Y/N’s laughing echoing after him, and pushed the door to their shared room open. One look at what his girlfriend laid out for him, and he took a deep sigh. “You’re lucky I love you, sweetheart.”
Y/N heard Bucky’s loud footsteps before she saw him and struggled to hold back the giggles. Turning away from her teammates who were also waiting anxiously for the grand reveal of her so-called “fantastic” and “eye-opening” costume for Bucky. However, the gasps of shock coming from them were enough to prove that she had told them correctly, and the howls of laughter when her boyfriend entered the room said enough. 
There James Buchanan Barnes stood, decked out in his favorite blue henley, customary to a normal Y/N L/N outfit, and a pair of olive green leggings that stretched deliciously over his thighs. However, what really made the three laugh was the pair of white cotton panties he wore over the leggings. “Buck, turn around, turn around, it gets better.”
Bucky’s face was completely red from embarrassment. “Really, Y/N?”
She looked him dead in the eye and whispered, “Yes.”
Head hung low, he turned around, showcasing the back of the panties which read property of Bucky Barnes. Sam wheezed so hard he fell off the couch while tears of laughter streamed down Sharon’s face. He’d gotten a pair of those for Y/N as a joke their last Christmas, but she’d insisted on wearing them as often as possible, much to his embarrassment. Of course, nobody knew about it, as no one got to look at her in that state, and it had stayed their little secret.
Well, up until then. 
Apparently she’d ordered another eight-pack of the exact same panties, every single one reading the exact same thing. “You like that type of shit, Buck?” Sam cackled.
Bucky walked over to him, lightly kicking his shoulder in attempt to get him to shut up. “I ordered it as a joke, but she kept wearing them.” He picked Y/N up, his left arm hooked under her knees. “I love you a lot, doll, but you’re a little shit.”
“Oh, I know, Buck.” She smacked a sloppy kiss on his lips and wiggled to get down. “Shar, get the car ready ‘cause I’m gonna take this makeup off and then we’re gonna go get absolutely wasted!” 
As she walked away Bucky called out to her. “You’re really gonna make me wear this, Y/N.”
“Yes, Buck, I love you but that doesn’t excuse you from Halloween tricks.”
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𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬
drabbles
-> shipping out (40’s!bucky)
-> wakandan serenity
-> a bucky in disguise
-> the barnes halloween
-> we go together (college!bucky)
-> first thing in the morning
headcanons
-> post-christmas shopping
-> rainy day baking with bucky
-> dating college!bucky
𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧
drabbles
-> caving in (mob!sam)
𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬
headcanons
-> summer daze sequel
𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫
drabbles
-> morgan the party pooper (college!peter)
𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤
oneshots
-> the pine is over
headcanons
-> college!chris takes care of sick reader
𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧
drabbles
-> caught
𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧
headcanons
-> carter and his birthday girl
𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫
headcanons
-> dating lance tucker
𝐣𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
drabbles
-> jefferson and his stupidly stubborn pregnant wife
𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤
drabbles
-> matchy matchy
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