can i still not like her makeup

 honestly, star trek has a fucking problem with basically demanding that women be attractive and “sexy” 

like for the original series i might give the miniskirts a pass because they were a symbol of empowerment and such but a lot of the other costumes were pretty explicitly designed for the male gaze. tv tropes even has a trope called the theiss titillation theory named after the tos costume designer.

the bajoran makeup is as minimalist as it is because rick berman wanted to make sure michelle forbes still looked pretty. he told michael westmore  “We’ve hired a pretty girl and I want to keep her that way. Think of something that we can take and make her look a little alien, and still get the idea she’s from another planet, but she’s still gorgeous.

the trill makeup was changed between tng and ds9 specifically because they wanted to make sure terry farrell was still attractive. she said that “paramount didn’t want [her] to look strange” because they wanted the character to be beautiful.

rick berman conceptualized the character of seven of nine as a “borg babe”. before she even had a name or a story or any real character, they had decided she needed to be hot. jeri ryan was fully aware of that, she said "I knew exactly what I was in for when I had my first costume fitting. Clearly my character was added to the show for sex appeal, which remains the one way to get attention very quickly.

catsuits are everywhere. t’pol wears them even though they look nothing like what every other vulcan we’ve ever seen seems to wear. kira wears them, though at least the fact that it’s a uniform makes it slightly better. troi wore them along with a variety of other outfits - none of which, notably, show her rank. she is a lieutenant commander and between the pilot and “chain of command” she never has rank insignia. marina sirtis was ecstatic when she got to wear an actual uniform “it covered up my cleavage and I got all my brains back, because when you have cleavage you can’t have brains in Hollywood… I was allowed to do things that I hadn’t been allowed to do for five or six years. I went on away teams, I was in charge of staff, I had my pips back, I had phasers, I had all the equipment again, and it was fabulous. I was absolutely thrilled.“

and of course there are the infamous reboot underwear scenes, the countless alternate “sexy” versions of the female characters that pop up in the mirror universe and in holosuites, the revealing outfits given to background women like the orions or dabo girls…

every single female regular - a number, which, for the record, has never exceeded 3 on a single show and never more than 1/3 of the main cast - has to be attractive, apparently. that is clearly what the men in charge think. no one cared if worf or quark or odo or neelix or phlox looked “attractive enough” in their prosthetics. men can wear tight costumes or be shirtless from time to time, but they don’t have to have “sex appeal” as a major facet of their characters. no one designed a male character thinking of their looks first and foremost. 

and it fucking pisses me off. the way star trek in general treats women needs to be improved in all aspects - there need to be more women, they need to be diverse, they need to fill a variety of roles, and they need to not be required to be “sexy”. an beautiful woman in a proper uniform is still a beautiful woman, no need to give her a skintight catsuit or strip her. a woman under complete alien prosthetics that make her look “less attractive” is still as interesting and compelling of a character as she would be without them. a woman whose body type isn’t skinny or curvy or whose looks aren’t “conventionally attractive” has just as much to offer to a crew.


❛ i need a reasonable paying job, something like $2,000 an hour. nothing too wild. ❜
❛ idc (i do care) ❜
❛ ‘are you taken?’ yes bitch, taken for granted ❜
❛ half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half is, well, an asshole ❜
❛ you’re yelling? at ME? the one person who has never done anything wrong ever?????? ❜
❛ you will find your home, you will find your place. you will find your people. give it a little bit of time but it will happen. ❜
❛ in order lead a happy life i’m gonna have to disappoint my parents a bit. ❜
❛ any body else here not good at anything??? ❜
❛ you can’t force people to appreciate you. ❜
❛ *puts on baseball cap* i am the dad now… ❜
❛ i fake smart.. like i’m honestly a dumbass idk shit but i know how to seem like i do.. i’m smart-passing.. ❜
❛ every straight woman who ever called her platonic friend her ‘girlfriend’ owes me $50 ❜
❛ i am a professional at misreading tones and overreacting to problems that most likely don’t exist ❜
❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life, i will be impressed with myself ❜
❛ you can’t cure sadnesses with a shower but honestly there is no purer place to suffer ❜
❛ patiently waiting for a kind soul to come along and make everything a little softer, brighter. ❜
❛ honestly i don’t even play an active role in my life, shit just happens and i’m like oh this is what we’re doing now? ok ❜
❛ no offense but if i die and no one uses a ouija board to keep me updated on memes i will literally haunt you all ❜
❛ imma start charging people for hurting my feelings $3 an hour ❜
❛ i have finally reached the age of most young adult protagonists yet my life is still uneventful??? where is my cool story??? my cool talents??? @ universe i’m pissed ❜
❛ hello, police? i accidentally stepped on my cats foot and need to be arrested ❜
❛ *tries to watch 45 minute episode in 20 minutes ❜
❛ please don’t just come in my life, take my heart and leave. please don’t do that. ❜
❛ concept: me, 10 years from now, living in a pretty house with my love, sipping a hot cappuccino on a rainy autumn afternoon. our dog curls up next to me in the window bench while our cat snoozes on the bed. i’m financially stable and i’m never tired anymore. the bees are safe. ❜
❛ i can’t believe what walkie talkies are called ❜
❛ the gorilla could have died and been done with in like a week but none of you know how to be normal ❜
❛ me: *is bitter but is also right* ❜
❛ just saw a girl in high heels long boarding to class. godspeed, my queen. ❜
❛ i’ve never belonged anywhere, i’m always just in between ❜
❛ too young for unnecessary stress, i gotta live ❜
❛ i may not be beautiful but at least i know a lot of useless information ❜
❛ i’m like always sleepy. i feel like i should be used to this by now and stop complaining about being sleepy but i can’t. always, i’m sleepy. ❜
❛ lmao no offense… but what’s the point of being mean to people for no reason ❜
❛ drunk me is the me i really want to be. confident, hilarious, and most importantly, drunk ❜
❛ “alcohol isn’t supposed to taste good” buddy watch me drink the fruitiest/sweetest shit i can find and enjoy it because i don’t hate myself enough to even begin to consider drinking like.. beer ❜
❛ tfw you’re already fully aware of the unnecessary self destructive bullshit you’re doing but you can’t bring yourself to do anything to stop it ❜
❛ hey sorry for not replying i didn’t want to ❜
❛ honestly how am i gonna make it in the world???? i get a little teary eyed any time someone compliments my personality ❜
❛ true bonding is when you and your friends are all angry about the same thing ❜
❛ *touches your hand and looks seriously into your eyes* i am a piece of shit ❜
❛ lets play ‘how rude can i be until you realize i don’t like you’ ❜
❛ i love drunk me but i don’t trust her ❜
❛ hate when i am wearing makeup and still look shitty like what else am i supposed to do? get enough sleep? eat right and exercise??? as if ❜
❛ i’m not on a high horse. i’m not even on a horse. i’m face down in a ditch on the road of life ❜
❛ i hate when people ask me what i would do in their situation because 9 times out of 10 i would literally never be in that situation in the first place ❜
❛ i barely remember the last 6 months honestly like am i even alive ❜
❛ you had me at ‘hello’ and lost me at ‘i think your friend is cute’ ❜
❛ i’m pretty sure by now ‘tired’ is just a part of my personality description ❜
❛ wow i really liked that song now i think i’ll listen to it another seventy times in a row ❜
❛ ‘shit it’s 2 a.m.’ i say every day at 2 a.m. as if i’m surprised ❜
❛ i’ve been stressed out since like the third day of second grade ❜
❛ telling other girls they look pretty is like cracking a glow stick full of positivity and female friendship ❜
❛ i want to be sun kissed and also people kissed ❜
❛ about me: glowing, eating peaches, drinking wine in lingerie, not texting your desperate ass back  ❜
❛ i highly recommend never having feelings ❜
❛ due to unfortunate circumstances, i am awake ❜
❛ i’m gonna solve mysteries so fucking good ❜
❛ what did people even wear in 2008 ❜
❛ i’ll just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  my way through life ❜
❛ you know what sucks? everything bye ❜
❛ me? overreacting? probably ❜
❛ people asking me what kind of music i like is such a stressful experience ❜
❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life i will be impressed with myself ❜
❛ if you listen carefully you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜
❛ any time you like a boy just know you played yourself. always keep that stored in your mind for later ❜
❛ hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof ❜
❛ what i lack in personality i make up for in…….. nothing ❜
❛ me? cancelled ❜
❛ an app that tells you how raven something is ❜
❛ be with someone who will take care of you. not materialistically but takes care of your soul, your well being, your heart, and everything that’s you ❜
❛ i love the infinite multiverse theory because that means there’s a universe where i’ve pulled every single fire alarm i’ve ever seen ❜
❛ name a more iconic duo than the lengths i’ll go to both get attention and to avoid it… i’ll wait ❜
❛ i just want to be treated very gently and smell like vanilla and wear only matte dusty rose lipstick ❜
❛ 2017 is going to be a very healing year because it’s going to force us to accept that 2007 was ten years ago not three and i think that’s the root of our collective issues ❜
❛ i just wanna do cute things with you like crush the patriarchy, fight for gender equality, and help to destroy racism ❜
❛ i may not be that funny or athletic or good looking or smart or talented… i forgot where i was going with this ❜
❛ how is 2016 already almost over?? like this bitch came in, fucked us up, then left like she gave us a gift ❜
❛ supercalifragilisticextentialcrisis ❜
❛ stop breaking your own motherfucking heart ❜
❛ co-napping is a beautiful thing. knock out with me so i know it’s real ❜
❛ *on the verge of tears* ok not that i care, but ❜
❛ it’s not you…. it’s your zodiac sign ❜
❛ i want to be loved so bad it’s pathetic and embarrassing ❜
❛ my heart is filled with hate and swag ❜
❛ ‘i don’t care’ i say, caringly, as i care deeply ❜
❛ i highly recommend never having feelings ❜
❛ we all ugly to somebody, don’t trip ❜
❛ do i have a crush or am i just idolizing this person for being vaguely nice to me? ❜
❛ my parents were arguing today and my mom said that justin timberlake wouldn’t treat her like this ❜
❛ kissing is hella rad but no one is kissing me so that makes me hella sad ❜
❛ everyone’s having their mid-life crisis at like 19 ❜
❛ there are just people out there that are the embodiment of the sun like the things they say do light up the world and make you feel warm they are human sunshine ❜
❛ dermatologists HATE me… everyone hates me. i’m so alone ❜
❛ you know when you realize and you just… realize ❜
❛ a girl can respect herself and still take booty pics wtf y’all talkin about ❜
❛ i’m not badass i’m sadass i cry about everything ❜
❛ inspired by animal crossing, i’ve started doing this thing where i mail my best friends a framed picture of myself and then never speak to them again ❜
❛ i didn’t know double texting was such a big deal?? i have a lot to say ❜
❛ can someone please just be proud of me like fuck i’m trying ❜
❛ cosmo sex tip #367: when you’re in the mood, tell you partner ‘my spidey senses are tingling’ ❜

(  you can find the other popular text posts memes on my old blog: 1, 2 )


Something New, Something Old

A belated Kuroken Day collaboration​ ~
Story by @nimbus-cloud
Art by @mookie000

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Kuroo Tomoko was a confident woman; not completely lacking in humility as the word ‘pride’ might suggest, no, she was confident.  She had faith in her abilities (and her son’s, whatever she might say), and she held her observational skills in high regard.  It was how she had known her son’s sexuality long before he finally outed himself and how she knew now that Kenma was nervous standing in front of her. 

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Coincidence (Jimin x Reader)


Prompt/Ask: Hi could you do a jimin fanfic or something?? Where she has a one night stands with jimin and has feelings for him and in the morning she realise he is her new teacher. Xxxxx

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: language, sex, drinking

Word Count: 4275 (woops)

Authors Note: Some smut for Jimin (my first bias before Jungkook snatched me lmao). I hope you enjoy it and that it was as good as you asked for! I got a bit carried away lol, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Let me know if there are errors, feedback is appreciated, and happy reading! ^^

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So ummmmm who got El that snowball dress?

Who did her makeup?

Her hair?

Can you just imagine gruff Jim Hopper, chief of police, going out and shopping for El, buying her the make up and the cute hair clip and the belt and dress because she’s still not allowed out? and he comes home with all his shopping and shows it to her shyly, wondering if she’ll like it, and her face just lighting up?

And then, on the night, Hopper applying the eyeshadow, combing her hair, smiling so much his face hurts when she puts on her dress because she so beautiful 

I just…. he’s her DAD!

One of the things that’s seldom talked about in the Gilmore fandom (but totally should be) is how the stylists handled Rory and Lorelai’s looks (i.e. clothes/hair/makeup), especially in the first couple of seasons.

Like, in so many shows, if the main characters are young, supposedly attractive women they always have perfect makeup, their hair is always flawlessly highlighted, cut and straightened/curled, and their clothes are generally the latest “styles”. Or even if they’re older, or playing a specific role (like detective, lawyer, doctor, etc.) they’re given a certain ‘look’ that we’ve come to associate with that type of character. Basically, they look like no real woman actually looks unless they’re at a magazine photoshoot. But for Lorelai and Rory, their style actually reflected their respective personalities. 

Often, early on, it appears that Rory is not even wearing makeup, particularly in casual situations (obviously they wear stage makeup but you can’t really tell). Her hair is cut pretty basically, one length, parted in the middle, and often looks a bit frizzy (aka just normal and not straightened). Her style is pretty much just what you’d expect from Rory - casual, comfortable, not super trendy or “cute” but you can still imagine she enjoys her clothes and did pick them out (hoodies, t-shirts, jeans, cargo pants, chunky sweaters and the occasional rather frumpy dress). I feel like it’s so important to show that Rory’s look is simply Rory - she doesn’t look stereotypically “nerdy” even though she enjoys things that are often pegged as “nerdy” - i.e. reading, studying, etc.

With Lorelai, she’s given unique and wacky outfits (some of which are cute, some of which are not, but all of which totally scream Lorelai), with her hair alternating between nicely curled (probably when she’s feeling fancier) and straightened/pulled back in a low ponytail. She’s not the kind of person who will have one hairstyle or hair routine every day for years. She also experiments with makeup - I specifically remember a weird icy blue eye shadow and a nude lip gloss…neither of which were particularly attractive, and I love that. Because in real life, women who wear makeup don’t look like they’ve come straight from getting a perfect makeover - they try different stuff, get bored of it, move on.

It’s not just Lorelai and Rory either - it’s Lane, it’s Sookie, it’s Paris - and when someone (male or female) doesn’t change their look much (i.e. Luke or Emily) it’s shown to be a character trait, not something imposed on them because they have to look a certain way to really embody the character or whatever.

It’s especially important because most TV shows don’t show women this realistically or complexly when it comes to how they look. They usually have one style, one look, generic ‘perfect’ makeup and clothes that get more dramatic for special occasions and less when they’re meant to be casual - but not in a way that rings true to how women actually present themselves. It’s so validating to see people who some days dress up and do their makeup, other days just kind of hang loose, try new things with their hair that aren’t always the latest trends. 

I’ve just been thinking about this a lot lately, watching other shows that I genuinely love but feeling like unless it’s supposed to be a gag where a female character looks ‘ugly’ they always stick to this perfectly manicured look - wardrobe, hair, makeup. It’s frustrating and I wish more shows would take a page out of Gilmore Girls’ book and create more realistic and diverse looks for female characters.

Okay, but one of the things that I noticed right off the bat the first time I watched the Balmera arc is the design of Shay’s people.

I didn’t immediately connect Shay’s voice to her on-screen character because I was expecting a very feminine design to match a female voice actress; in almost every story about an alien or fantasy race, you immediately know who’s female in the bunch because they look exactly like human women, as compared to the males who can pretty much look like anything.

Case in point:

So when I didn’t see a stereotypical female design for the Balmerans, it threw me for a minute. Because Shay and her grandmother look very similar to Rax and the other male Balmerans. They have thick, knobby skin and sharp claws rather than slender arms and graceful fingers. Maybe their earring-things differentiate between genders (who’s to say Balmerans are only male/female?) but I’m seeing a distinct lack of boobs, makeup (long eyelashes, lipstick) and long hair that usually identify an alien woman.

Nope, still not seeing it.

It’s a super small thing and not very important to the overall story of Voltron, but this is one of the first times I’ve ever seen alien women designed like this and I think it’s so cool. 

Sweet Tears Pt. 2

Jungkook x Reader { Cat Hybrid/Dystopian Au! } (a)(f)(eventual smut)

Warnings: Mature themes, Language, Abuse, Violence

Who could have known that taking home a hybrid would change ones whole life? How could y/n have guessed he would affect her so much? All she wants to do is help, but she doesn’t even know if he’ll let her.  

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**Thank you so~ much for reading! I really hope you enjoy this chapter plus the rest to come. This chapter is definitely longer, and calmer, but it’ll speed up again soon. I hope to make all of my writing long, and entertaining for you. Please send me feedback and your thoughts, I would love to hear from all of you.



Previously: His screams had stopped, but his hands still firmly clutched the covers. His face was dry of rain but drenched with sweat and tears. You let your head fall lightly on his stomach, head still pounding as a dizzying nausea spread over you. Soft sobs and gasps for air left both of your mouths, chests shaking up and down in unison with every breath.“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Were the only words you were capable of saying, over and over again, softly without fault. It was like a lullaby to both you and the boy who’s name you hadn’t even had time to ask. He fell asleep to the sound of your voice, while you fell asleep to the rise and fall of his chest, ending the first night of many more to come. 

Waking up was harsh. As you attempted to lift your neck up, it proved to be painful. The muscles were stiff and cramped due to the position it had been in for who knows how long, your hair and clothes sticking to your skin in the most uncomfortable ways. Your legs had fallen asleep from the weight of your body being rested on them. A groan left your lips when at the movements of your ankles and toes. Little prickles stung your skin, encouraging you to reach down and rub the numb area in an attempted to stop the feeling.

Getting up was a struggle as you grabbed onto the bed post, using what strength you had left to pull yourself up. All your muscles were sore, not even the amount of stretching you did able to give you relief. Looking around at your surroundings in the midst of rubbing a knot in your neck, you realized you weren’t in your room, but one of the many guest rooms.

Confusion flooded your mind as you looked around. White and gray curtains draped from the top of a large window directly in front of you, the part down the middle of them revealing a dark and starless night. Tops of buildings and the light of the city filled what you could see. A somewhat mesmerizing sight that threatened to take a hold of you.

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Pumpkin Spice

Word Count: 1138

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s Seasons of Love - Colors of Fall Challenge. My prompt was pumpkin spice latte. 

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“Jens.” You nudged your boyfriend who had fallen asleep on your shoulder, waiting to film a scene. You’d both been sitting outside in the pouring rain all day and night waiting to film. You were cold, miserable, exhausted, but you’d had the foresight have coffee delivered. Jensen on the other hand, did not. “Jensen.” You nudged him again when he grunted in response the first time, unwilling to wake up. “We gotta finish this scene babe, get up.”

“Gimme.” Jensen reached out, grabbing your extra large cup from your hands and downing a huge gulp of your coffee before you could stop him. He choked, swallowing it down and glaring at you like you’d just kicked a puppy. “That’s not coffee!” He glared harder at you, his lips forming an angry purse and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“It is absolutely coffee.” You giggled. “It’s a pumpkin spice latte.”

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Underrated lines/details from Beauty and the Beast 2017 (spoilers obviously)

A few (okay maybe more than a few) moments, lines, and little details I adore and feel deserve more recognition… (I’ve seen the movie three times thus far but it has has been a few days since the last viewing so I apologize if the quotes are not exact) 

 - Dan Stevens’ mannerisms in the opening dance as he flits from one partner to another looking like a rococo Jareth

 - Just how cramped the village feels bringing a visual contrast to Belle’s “I want adventure in the great wide somewhere”

 - the fact that the village “library” was in the church 

 - the way Gaston is able to still appear to be strutting his way into town while on horseback 

 - LeFou’s “It’s never gonna happen, ladies" 

 - Maurice "It’s a small village. Small minded…" 

 - the body language* when Gaston is talking to Belle
 *how he traipses over her garden(I physically winced every time at the veggies being trampled), how pointedly she locks the gate and he reaches around to unlock it, the little gesture to his hips as he talks about her having children, how he grabs her skirt as she is clearly trying to get away, the way she holds to door closed until she is sure he is gone. All of it!

- the way Belle frustratedly throws the chicken feed on the ground with that "URGH!" 

 - "Do you know where we are Phillipe? Because I don’t…” seriously Maurice was just wonderful 

 - how Maurice paused a moment at the castle to look at the helping hand lanterns because those were an homage to Jean Cocteau’s 1946 Beauty and the Beast 

 - Lumière and Cogsworth “A man of taste!” “He was talking about me!" 

 - How worried Cogsworth seemed when Belle picked up Lumière and carried him off but couldn’t do anything about it 

 - "Do you want to be a man or a mantle clock?”

- “Oh master! You’ve returned!” Cogsworth’s panic and Lumiére’s laugh 

 - Lumière’s movements in general. Especially the way his coat moved. 

 - Mrs. Potts “you can’t judge a person by who their father is now can you?” and the look Beast/Adam gives her. Really Mrs. P? Not fair. 

 - his forced cheery “will you join me for dinner?” And his confused look back at everyone to see how he did 

 - Lumière singing louder as Cogsworth tries to shush him during Be Our Guest  

- Cogsworth later belting out “COURSE BY COURSE!” in Be Our Guest. Ian McKellen did not get to sing nearly enough. 

 - the moment Lumière is dancing in a bit of fabric as he sings “life is so unnerving for a servant who’s not serving” feels like it is meant as an homage to the dance “Lamentation” which is a nice touch 

 - the fact that they never told Belle that learning to love/earning someone’s love would break the curse so that she didn’t unconsciously develop feelings out of any attempts to free the castle. Her feelings were genuine. 

 - Belle’s reversible bodice on the blue dress! (All of her costumes really. All of the costumes in this whole movie!) 

 - Days in the Sun melts my heart. Audra McDonald’s voice gives me chills! She is so wonderful 

 - “Your village sounds terrible!” And “What do you say we run away?” The look on Beast/Adam’s face is just so hopeful and sweet

 - The look on his face when Belle says “let’s go home" 

 - How LeFou kept paying people to go along with participating during Gaston. He pays the band to play and later it looks like he pays someone to let them dance on the table. 

 - I know everyone is talking about Evermore but seriously Dan Stevens is amazing. *side note I think I read somewhere that his wife helped him prep for singing Evermore since she herself is a singer and a vocal teacher and if that isn’t just the sweetest thing I don’t know what is*

 - Maurice’s little sound effects as he tries to remember how the tree fell as they look for the castle. 

 - Maurice being an A+ dad and shutting down any notion Gaston had that he would help Gaston marry Belle 

 - Just how much of a guilt-ridden cinnamon roll LeFou was over leaving Maurice in the woods. "This is a pretty nasty storm. At least we’re not tied to a tree out in the woods…” And the relief in his voice when he sees Maurice in the tavern 

 - Agathe’s expression as Gaston says “no offense” after completely writing her off as a credible source. 

 - Père Robert “He needs a hospital not an asylum!" 

 - Maurice calmly handing the picked lock to Monsieur D'arque as Bell rides off, her ballgown fluttering to the ground so she can more easily ride
"She’s always been strong willed. Do you have children?” There goes my daughter riding away half dressed to save her cursed boyfriend. Lol, kids right? 

 - Cadenza’s little “ouch” when Gaston abandoned LeFou during the battle for the castle 

 - the fact that the staff still had smudged makeup from the beginning of the movie because they’ve been objects and couldn’t change outfits or wash their faces like Adam could while cursed 

 - The costumes at the end during the celebration dance! Where can I purchase a knock off of that rose dress because it is so beautiful!

  This turned out to be much longer than expected. I probably still left things out. Thanks for baring with me!

anonymous asked:

Hey, could I have some advice/an opinion? For a while now I have identified as genderfluid, mainly because I dress super girly/feminine a lot. But even when I'm dressed in stereotypical feminine clothing she/her pronouns just don't feel right. I think I might be nonbinary? Can you be nonbinary and still love dressing femininely? I'm so confused. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you!!! I hope you have a great day/week/month. 💗 (PS you are my main nonbinary/non-cis role model)

Oh boy I’ve been waiting for this ask. So I’m nb and I don’t feel like a girl at all, not even a bit and I love love love makeup and fashion and hair and pretty “feminine” things. Whenever I put on pretty makeup and “feminine outfits” it feels like art, it feels like I’m creating a picture on myself and I don’t feel like it reflects my gender at all but it’s still fun. That’s the thing that I wish more people understood, there is no one way to be a gender. You don’t have to be androgynous or dress androgynous to be nb. You don’t have to be feminine or dress feminine to be a girl. You don’t have to be masculine or dress masculine to be a boy. Gender can be expressed through clothes, makeup and hair but you can also just look how ever you want and have fun with it even if it doesn’t express how you identify. Fashion is an art and humans are canvasses and that’s that.

anonymous asked:

how about the RFA members reacting to MC giving their s/o an extremely visible hickey, like on the neck or something

~No problem!

◉ Yoosung

  • Woke up and went to the bathroom to take a shower
  • When he got out and stood in front of the mirror all sleepy and ready to do his hair 
  • He saw it
  • A giant hickey on his neck!
    • “So cool!” he thought 
  • He had never been one of those people walking around with love marks before!
  • He doesn’t even bother to cover it up 
  • Goes to class with it just as it is 
    • “Woah, what’s that?!” one of his friends pointed to his neck as he sat down 
    • “Oh, heh…girlfriend,” he smiled and shrugged
  • Inside and outside he was beaming 

◉ Jumin 

  • Normally would not like you to leave marks 
  • He’s the one to mark you
  • Not the other way around
  • But it happened 
  • He inspected it in the bathroom mirror for a few seconds before sighing and heading out for work 
  • Didn’t bother to cover it 
  • One of the guards was staring as Jumin gave orders 
    • “Repeat what I just said,” Jumin commanded 
    • “Oh…I-uh…I’m sorry,” he stuttered 
    • “If something as insignificant as this is enough to distract you then perhaps I chose the wrong person for this job. Should I fire you, now?” He asked 
    • “No! It won’t happen again, Mr. Han!”
  • People at C&R knew better than to make any comment about it 
  • Though Jumin still noticed a few stares 

◉ Zen 

  • Ah!
  • He had a rehearsal today but there was a giant mark on his chest!
  • And it was a shirtless scene!
  • He still kind of liked it though…
  • Grabbed for the concealer and powder to try and cover it up 
  • He thought he did a pretty good job 
  • Rushed into hair and makeup 
  • Of course the first thing the makeup artist did was point and smirk 
    • “What’s this, Zen?” 
  • He turned so red 
    • “My girl…she get’s carried away sometimes. Can you blame her?” he grinned 
    • “Hah, I guess not. But let’s cover this properly, before anyone else sees it,” she laughed 

◉ Jaehee 

  • So embarrassed! 
  • Woke you up to point it out and scold you 
  • You just laughed and she hit you with a pillow 
    • “How am I supposed to run the cafe today with this?!” she cried 
    • “Jaehee…calm down. It’s a hickey not a perverted tattoo or something…” you rolled over and went back to bed 
  • She rummaged through the closet to find a scarf 
  • Threw it around her neck and was off 
  • Omg she was sweatin 
  • The darn thing was making her so warm but she wouldn’t dare take it off 
    • “Isn’t it summer?” a customer asked, “why the scarf?”
    • “I just…think it goes nicely with this outfit,” she smiled 
  • The customer shrugged and left with their drink 
  • It was going to be a long hot day for her 

◉ Saeyoung 

  • Hadn’t even noticed until he was brushing his teeth and looking in the mirror 
  • A giant visible hickey on his neck 
  • He didn’t even remember you doing that last night?
  • He inspected it with his fingers 
  • Finished brushing his teeth 
  • Ran into the bedroom and jumped on the bed to wake you up 
    • “Saeyoung what the hell I was asleep!” you yelled 
    • “Look what you did”
  • He pointed to his neck when you turned to face him 
    • “So? Now let me sleep,” you groaned 
    • “No! Now I have to get you back!”
  • He nuzzled your neck and you laughed 
Her Majesty [Anakin Skywalker x Amidala!Reader]

Part 2

Summary: The reader is Padme’s younger sister and when she became senator, the reader became queen. Because of an attempt to end the reader’s life, Anakin is assigned to protect her. They go back to Naboo and where there’s a ball held. Anakin gets jealous when he sees someone hitting on the reader.

Word Count: 4000+

Warnings: Brief mentions of death

You pulled your hair up into a knot at the back of your head and frowned at your reflection in the mirror. You looked so tired. Shadows seemed to be painted under your eyes. Your brows seemed permanently furrowed in careful concentration. “I feel so helpless,” you sighed. “Everything is happening far too quickly.”

Behind you, your older sister Padmé was helping you pack for your journey back to Naboo. She was a saint, really, and the only person with whom you felt completely at ease. Padmé smiled and shook her head. “The galaxy doesn’t slow down for anybody, but there are some people who are able to keep up with it. They might get tired from running, and they might feel lost at times. But they’re still called queens.”

You released your hair and turned around to face her. “Do you think it’s a bad thing that I sometimes like to forget I’m the queen? Like now, for instance… I don’t have anything fancy on. No red and white makeup. I’m not surrounded by handmaidens, and I’m with you. It’s nice and comfortable.”

“Not at all,” she assured you. “When I was queen, the best part of the day was when you were around. I felt like myself. Even as a senator, I can understand that.” She held up a deep purple gown. “Is this what you’re wearing to the ball tomorrow evening?”

You stared at the dress. You had never worn it before, but it looked complicated to put on. “Yes,” you confirmed. “It’s going to be a nightmare getting into it, though. Could I borrow that white dress that you wore at the Gungan’s parade?”

“Y/N…” Padmé sighed.

“I’ll give it back, I promise,” you swore. “It just looks so much easier. Things would be better if I was allowed my handmaids…”

The previous month, there had been an attempt on your life by one of your own handmaidens. The girl had been killed, but not before taking down two of your most loyal friends with her. The survivors had been forced to leave service, for their safety and yours. Padmé knew that you thought it was a great injustice that they all had to leave because of one traitor in their midst.

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First Draft

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Request: Could you do a AU where the reader is in college and runs into an old classmate from middle school, but when she was at that school everyone were mean to her, and ever since she left she has gained self confidence but seeing how mean her old classmate can still be(like sugary rude comments) it crumbles and Dean came to her rescue because he has the biggest crush on her, and has never made a move, but he can stand the way her classmate is talking to her or something like that? Pretty please?

Pairing: student!Dean x reader

Word Count: 700ish

Warnings: language

A/N: I thought this one got pretty cute at the end…

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I see a lot of people are disappointed that Lydia isn’t dressing wearing as many pretty dresses or doing up her hair as before. I agree, her costuming and makeup isn’t as good as it can be this season but consider:

  • She has packed everything but her bare essentials and doesn’t want to take them out because she is determined to go to college eventually
  • Holland said something at one of the fan cons about how as Lydia becomes more self-confident, she doesn’t feel the need to dress up as much, she lets herself wear pants and leave her hair down etc. By this stage, she no longer feels the need to doll herself up.
    • Sure, she probably still likes dressing up, pairing clothes together and all that, picking out nail colours etc, but refer to point 1
  • A large part of her time between 6a and 6b was spent with Stiles, and there were probably multiple occasions where they just woke up and lazed around at either one’s house doing nothing all day so they never changed out of their comfy pyjamas, and Lydia gets more and more used to spending an entire day in casual clothes and without makeup.
  • Teen Wolf ran out of budget to buy her fancy clothes
Longing (part 1)

Originally posted by isaldaria

Request: Not requested, but I had an idea for a new Bucky Barnes series, so here’s part 1 <3 . I’m really excited about this one y’all 

Word Count: 7,760 

“Which one, the green one or the beige one?” Y/n asked her best friend, holding up two distinctly different blouses over her bare chest. She had just gotten out of the shower, had her hair up in a towel, and nothing on but black pants and a bra. She quickly interchanged the two shirts. The green one was a sheer, long-sleeved v-neck that she often paired with a scarf, and the beige one was this peasant type shirt that Sam Wilson didn’t completely understand. But he eyed both of them carefully, knowing she needed his honest opinion.

“The beige one. Looks more professional.” He replied, taking a sip from his coffee. She nodded and roughly took the garment off the hanger. She forced the top over her towel headdress, and hurried back to her room when she pulled it over. Sam followed her and watched her open up her large makeup bag. She shuffled around in it. “You nervous?” He asked.

She scoffed, “Nah, I’m just meeting with Tony fucking Stark to propose a new, never been done before surgery to potentially ‘fix’ the guy who killed his parents.”

Y/n Y/l/n was a recent graduate from the New York University medical school; in undergraduate school, she majored in biology and psychology. She graduated top of her class with honors, and she had recently taken the year off to travel with Sam. She wasn’t sure what she was doing with her career currently, but after Sam joined the Avengers, and she heard all the stories about James Buchanan Barnes, she seemed to find her calling. She began her focus on neurological, experimental surgery and developed an idea to try on the cryogenically frozen superhero. After proposing the idea to a professor, getting his approval, and talking it over with Sam, she managed to get an interview with Stark (without the help of Sam). She had been preparing for this interview for weeks, and today was the day. Her nerves were absolutely shot and she felt like throwing up.

She laughed to herself. Despite being best friends with Sam and living with him for the past ten years or so, she hadn’t met a single member of the Avengers other than Steve Rogers. She was studying abroad in Norway when Steve and Natasha came to Sam for help, so she didn’t get to meet them then. She hadn’t met them not because she didn’t want to, but she was always busy when they weren’t, and vice versa. But she was about to meet Tony Stark, and terrified didn’t even begin to explain it.

“I can still come with you.” Sam offered.

She shook her head as she finished putting on mascara. “No, it’s fine. I want to get this because my science is sound, not because I know the right people.” Sam always had connections and was always using them to help her. She was thankful for that, but she wanted to do this on her own. She wanted to feel like she earned it.

Sam yawned loudly and stretched. “Well, I believe in you. I gotta go though.” He wrapped Y/n in a side hug so she wouldn’t have to stop putting on her makeup, and kissed her on the cheek.

“Gotta go play cards with Scott some more, you mean?” She smiled cheekily at him through the mirror. Since they didn’t have any cases currently, all Sam seemed to do was hang around Stark Towers and play cards with Scott Lang. But it paid the bills, and he was happy. After his tour with the army, he was never happy, so it was nice to see him this way.

He shot finger guns at her instead of responding. “Good luck!” He called down from the hallway. Y/n heard the front door open and then close.

Y/n finished her makeup, blow dried her hair, and threw on a pair of black heels. After throwing on a coat and hurriedly locking the door, she walked away from their shared house and headed toward the subway station. She took the train that would lead directly to Stark Towers. The whole ride, she rehearsed her ‘elevator pitch’ to herself over and over until she felt she could say it without shaking.

She exited the subway tunnels and entered the bustling New York City streets. Directly in front of her, was the landmark building- ‘Stark’ was written across the top in large, white letters. The building was a staggering 93-story high skyscraper separated into two sections, and lined with wide, blue windows. Y/n took a deep, shaky breath in and moved toward the door when a familiar hand reached out to grab it for her.

The large figure smiled down at her as he held the door open. Y/n looked up at the blonde-haired man and returned the grin. Steve Rogers was looking dapper as ever in a white t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and leather jacket. Y/n mentally laughed at the Captain America patch on the pocket. He looked healthy, considering everything that had happened recently. She couldn’t help but feel her anxiety wash away as she looked up at her friend. Sam was always the one to make her smile and laugh, but Steve always made her feel safe and at home. Part of it was because they were both from Brooklyn and she felt a sense of home in his presence, but he also saved Y/n’s life a few months back. She trusted him ever since.

“Mornin’ beautiful.” He beamed. His voice was chipper, even for him.

“Back at ya, handsome.” She entered the building and walked with Steve to the front desk. “You’re in a good mood.”

“I had my date last night.” He had been talking about this date with Sharon for weeks, and it had finally happened. Y/n wasn’t entirely sure what happened but it was obviously good.

Y/n smiled and gasp lightly, “Yay, finally! I can’t wait to hear all about it. You seein’ her again soon?” She handed the receptionist her I.D.

“What brings you here today?” The receptionist asked.

“Tomorrow night.” Steve replied at the same time.

“Oh fun!” She said to Steve first, and then turned to the receptionist, “I have a meeting with Tony Stark at 9:00.” The receptionist ran her name through the computer, printed out a fancy I.D. badge, and handed the badge and her license back to Y/n. Y/n thanked the woman, and walked toward the elevators with Steve.

“Meeting for what?” He raised an eyebrow and pressed the up button. Y/n swallowed; she hadn’t told Steve about the operation yet because she didn’t want to get his hopes up if she couldn’t fix his best friend. Y/n mulled over whether to answer the question truthfully or not. She didn’t want to mention Bucky, only for Stark to say no.

She cleared her throat, “Uh, I wanted to talk to him about a possible internship.” It wasn’t a total lie. After that, she acted like she was too busy marveling the beauty of the building to answer in depth; again, not a total lie. The lobby was enough to take anyone’s breath away; it had vaulted ceilings, flying buttresses, and all the latest technology displayed on all the walls. The Stark Tower was very much like the old S.H.I.E.L.D tower, except it was a bit smaller and fewer people traveled in and out the doors. Even the elevator was awe inspiring with its glass walls.

“I looked just like that when I first came here.” Steve whispered to her on the packed elevator.

Y/n made light conversation with Steve the rest of the way up. They talked about Steve’s date a little and whether they were going to do their weekly Monday lunch with Sam or not. They agreed that they would, and that she’d meet him on the 60th floor after her interview. He got off and wished her luck. Once he was gone, her anxiety returned immediately, and only rose as the elevator did.

On the 93rd floor, she exited the elevator and entered a waiting room type area. At the front desk sat a brunette woman, who Y/n informed that she was here to meet with Mr. Stark. The receptionist replied curtly, “He’s very busy. Impress him in the first minute or he won’t hear you out.” Y/n nodded, swallowed the lump in her throat, and took a seat. She drummed the folder in her lap with her fingers and bounced her leg up and down. Five minutes passed when the elevator doors opened up and the infamous Tony Stark marched out. He was wearing a tight, black suit; his face was clean shaven despite a few scraps from a possibly recent battle. He said hello to his receptionist and hesitated when he saw Y/n.

She stood up and stuck her hand out to shake his. “Who’s this?” He asked.

“Your nine o’clock, sir.” The receptionist replied.

“Also known as Y/n Y/l/n…sir.” Y/n blushed slightly.

Stark eyed her up and down before turning on his heel. “Y/n, I’m sorry but I don’t have a lot of time. Talk fast.”

Y/n began to panic. Everything she had planned to say was thrown out the window. She stuttered along her words as she tried to follow Stark as best as she could. “I think I uh-” As they walked, several assistants came up to Stark and asked him to sign here, initial there, smile at the camera, etc. Y/n recognized one of the women as Pepper Potts, Tony Stark’s girlfriend. Y/n couldn’t seem to get a word in. “I spoke with my former research professor and-” Y/n stammered as she was interrupted by more people. Stark held up a finger at her to tell her to wait. Y/n could feel her panic and anger rising. He was being completely unprofessional and Y/n did not appreciate it.  

She stopped walking and realized Stark didn’t even know she wasn’t following. He was continuing on farther into the distance. Y/n swallowed her pride, gathered her breath, and shouted over the noise and chatter, “I found a way to fix Bucky!”

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Sparks Chapter 5

Originally posted by gliceria

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other members of the avengers team

Word Count: 3.6K 

Summary: y/n goes clubbing with the girls and after viewing her snapchat story Bucky spots Hydra agents lurking. Bucky goes to y/n’s apartment to warn her. He brings her back to the tower and she spends the night at his apartment. They casually share a bed and Bucky has a night terror episode which he is embarrassed/ashamed about. y/n on the other hand isn’t scared or disgusted by her friends night terror. Their friendship gets stronger and Bucky starts to face new feelings about y/n.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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Lisa Bonet who is mainly known for playing Denise Huxtable on The Cosby Show, and A Different World is my favorite style icon. Going back and watching the Cosby Show and A Different World Lisa Bonet always stood out because of her fashion choices. No matter what she had on or how her makeup and hair was, she always slayed. There is nothing Lisa Bonet cannot pull off she is such a natural beauty. I love how daring she is with her makeup, hair, and fashion. She doesn’t care what anyone thinks as long as she likes it she’s gonna rock it. She was one of the first girls to rock the pixie/boy haircut. Lisa Bonet is still considered a style icon to this day there is nothing she can do wrong when it comes to fashion and beauty 👸🏾😍❤️👑🌹🎉🎉💪🏾✊🏾✊🏾

Good Girl Ch 29: Birthday Pt 4

“You liars!” I yell as I collapse on to the fake grass, my chest is heaving as I try my best to breath without hyperventilating. I’ve never run so much in my life. Xiumin comes over to me with a bottle of water in his hand that I happily accept, he drinks his own while Luhan joins us. “You guys are so mean to me,” I pout.

“We went easy on you,” Luhan tells me for the hundredth time. “You should see how it is when all of us are playing, things get kind of crazy.”

“Kind of?” Xiu scoffs, “That shit gets straight up violent.”

“I will be a cheerleader when that is going on,” I shake the horrifying thought out of my head of what they would be like.

“I’m sorry if we were too aggressive,” the oldest kisses my cheek. “Next time we will make sure you are more prepared for something like this,” I flush at the sexual thoughts running threw my head.

“Did I interrupt something?” Suho chuckles as he walks across the field to us.

I hold my arms up to him like a child wanting to be picked up, “Daddy Suho these two are being mean.” He happily picks me up princess style.

“You guys went too hard on her didn’t you?” Suho gives them a glare. “I told you to be careful with her.”

Luhan sticks his tongue out at the younger, “What are you going to do about it?”

Suho gives him a smug smirk, “I’ll tell Lay.” The two men obviously tense, “You heard him earlier about his itch to fight lately with the news of our baby’s family situation. I don’t think he’d be happy to hear that you guys have been too rough with her.”

They pout, “We’re sorry.”

“It’s unfair for anyone to place against you two.”

I nod in agreement, “They have some weird connection, like they know what the other is thinking. They have their little hand signals and looks.”

“That’s impressive, that’s why you were catching on at the end, no one can ever really figure out what we are doing but you did a pretty good job baby,” Luhan compliments me.

“We are heading out, see you at dinner,” Suho waves to his brother before carrying me out like the gentleman that he is. When we reach the top of the stairs I try to get down but he doesn’t let me, “You look tired, we’re just going a few floors up.” I sigh but don’t fight. He goes to the elevator and steps inside.

“Is it a stupid question to ask if you own this building?” I ask after a moment of silence.

He chuckles, “Kind of.”

I sigh, “You guys are so freaking rich it’s starting to get ridiculous.”

“You looked like you were having fun.”

“Yea, it’s been awhile since I felt so free.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m always at school or at home, as big and amazing as your house is, it’s just been awhile since I’ve been able to go and run.”

“It’s your house too you know.”

“Our house,” I correct.

The doors open to another smaller lobby where a beautiful woman is sitting behind the front desk with a flirty gaze fixed on Suho. This bitch. I glare at her before snuggling closer into Suho’s embrace. She stands up and bows politely.

“Hello Mr. Kim, it’s rare to see you here.” She greets with a fake smile.

“I’m treating my girlfriend for her birthday,” Suho explains, completely uncaring about the obvious fuck me vibe the lady is putting out. I’ve never been so satisfied hearing that word.

Her smile falters before opening the glass door to let us threw. Another woman is there to greet us, she holds out a bathrobe for each of us before leaving us in a changing room. Suho helps me peel off my sweaty clothes, leaving me in nothing but the robe before taking off his own clothes. We step into room where a big bath is waiting for us. It’s like strait out of the movies, there are candles, rose petals, bubbles, and two glasses of champagne, I raise a brow at him.

“It’s a bit cheesy I know.”

“It’s romantic,” I correct. We climb into the hot water, we get into our normal position with me in between his legs, and my back resting on his chest. He hesitantly hands me a glass after a few minutes of me whining.

“I hear you’ve had a few run-ins with some of Jiyong’s guys today.”

I nod, staring at the tan tiled wall, “Yea, it was no big deal, I didn’t even get to open the card Seunghyun-ssi gave me.”

“Kris wanted to test it for poison before we gave it to you.”


He sighs, “It’s clean.”

“Seunghyun wouldn’t kill me.”

“What makes you so sure?”

I take his hand and lace our fingers together, “Kris said it himself, Seunghyun is incredibly loyal to oppa. And not to sound too cocky but I feel like I’m important to Jiyong.”

He hums in agreement.

“Are my friends you guys’ foot soldiers?” I ask bravely.

He doesn’t say anything for a minute before asking, “How did you learn about that?”

“I over hear conversations daddy, I know a lot more things than I should.”

“Yes they are.”

“What is it like to be a foot soldier?”

“Why are you so curious?”

I sigh, “Because you guys know so much about me, I barely know anything about your past, I just want to know what you were like before you became the headmaster of a school and mafia boss.”

He chuckles at that, “I wasn’t the best soldier as you can imagine.”

“I don’t trust the image I have of you, I didn’t think Lay could be scary yet everyone seems to be afraid of him.”

“Lay is one scary bastard if you get on the wrong side of him, if there is one thing I don’t want you to see is him upset. Though there is a good chance you’d be the reason, so please be safe.” We both laugh, “He has been really upset the last few days after we talked about your family. We all have been but you know him and his worries.”

I just nod.

“You should have told us.”

“I don’t like to talk about them. They aren’t that bad of people they just didn’t like me.”

“You know we love you right?” He wraps his arms around me and hugs me close.

“I know, I love you too.”


“I kind of want to jump in,” Baekhyun sighs sitting down on the tub ledge, he dips a pretty finger into the still hot water.

“I don’t think Chanyeol would appreciate you doing it without him, I haven’t thought about what it would be like with you and Suho but no match seems like a bad idea, I guess,” I can’t help but tease the older boy. He realizes what I’m talking about and blushes.

“Who told you about that?” He glares at the older.

“It was the two oldest so good luck getting back at them.”

He huffs, “Great, now lets go and get you ready for dinner.” He grabs a towel and holds it up to wrap around me after I get up. Suho stand up too, accepting the towel the younger offers.

“Are we leaving the building?” I ask, dreading the idea of having to put on clothes again to just change not even an hour later.

“No, we’re going a few rooms over for you to get your hair styled and get your makeup done for dinner.”

Once I’m dry he takes the towel back and helps me put the robe on before leading me out of the room into an empty hallway. We walk into a big room where there are lines of empty chairs, a pretty girl is waiting by one of them with a polite smile on her face. She bows to greet us, she gestures for me to sit in the chair and I obey while Baek sits in the one next to it.

“What would you like me to do with it?” She asks him.

“I think up would look especially beautiful. What do you think Baby?”

“You can pick.” He nods to the girl before she begins playing with my curls.

“How was you day today?” He asks.

“Really good, you guys are just too amazing,” I beam at him, making the puppy boy flush once again. He looks at his phone for a minute before jumping to his feet, “Is something wrong?”

He quickly shakes his head and gives me a small smile, “It’s work related, just give me one second.” I nod and he leaves the room. In the mirror I watch the girl’s lust full eyes follow him out. What is with the girls here checking out my daddies?

The girl and I sit in silence for a few minutes before she asks, “How long have you been dating Mr. Baekhyun?”

“A little over two months,” At least that’s my guess on when you could say we started dating.

“I was surprised when he requested for me to come in when they had shut down the whole spa, you are one lucky girl to have such a sweet boyfriend.”

I nod, “I’m very lucky.”

She is quiet for a minute before she adds, very bitterly, “There is a long list of girls who are dying to get even a second of his attention.”

“I don’t blame them, every second I have of his is amazing and filled with fun.”

“I guess so, you don’t seem to be getting very much of it.”

“I don’t need his attention every second of the day, I’m not that desperate,” Though to be honest I would prefer to have it right now.

“He’s probably giving it to some other girl right now.”

I get out of my seat to glare at her, the smug look in her eyes sets my blood on fire. I storm toward the door and rip it open to find Baekhyun holding the phone to his ear, his mouth set in a firm line.

“I’m sorry baby, just give me a few more minutes, this is really important,” He begs me. I sigh and nod before turning back and sitting down in the seat. She reaches for my hair but I slap her hands away.

“Thank you for your time but please leave me alone. I don’t like your attitude, so leave and I’ll just tell him you weren’t feeling well.”

She scoffs, “I’m getting paid good money to be here, I’m not going anywhere. Now stop being a spoiled brat and let me finish your hair.”

“No thank you, now please, if you don’t want to leave the building, I don’t give a fuck but I don’t like how you talk to me or how you stare at my oppa.” She glares at me but still leaves, huffing and mumbling under her breath. When she’s gone I take it upon myself to finish tying my now caramel colored waves above my head. There is makeup set out on the table but I decided to wait for Baekhyun to do that.

In the hall I can hear someone yelling, it’s Baekhyun yelling at his phone, in another minute he throws it against the door. I debate on going out to see if he’s okay or giving him a minute to calm down but the door opens to reveal a very tired looking Baekhyun. He sits down in the same chair, he scans the room before frowning, “Where did the girl go?”

“She wasn’t feeling well,” I lie.

“At least she had time to finish your hair.”

I nod, “Is everything okay?”

He sighs, “It’s just some tension between some lower guys and they were getting aggressive. It’s just a mess.”

“I’m sorry.”

With a deep breath he shakes off his gangster side, becoming my playful Baekhyun, “I’m the one who should be sorry for leaving you alone. It’s makeup time!” He beams at me as he drags his chair closer to work on my makeup. I watch him grab a few things before leaning forward and closing my eyes to let him work. When I don’t feel anything touching my face I open my eyes to question him but realize he’s just staring at me. “You’re just so beautiful, you don’t need makeup.”

I scoff at his cheesiness, “Daddy, stop with your silliness.”

“No baby, I just want you no that you are the most important thing in my life. I feel like an asshole for leaving you, even if it was only for a few minutes, a few minutes is all I usually get with you.” My heart sinks at his words, “I don’t want you to think I’m not happy to be here with you, I’m beyond happy. I love you more than you will ever know.”

I’m out of my chair and in his lap, hugging him tightly, “I love you too.” We sit there like that for what feels like a wonderful forever when he lets out a sigh.

“I need to do your makeup.”

“I forgot about dinner,” I say with a yawn.

He chuckles, brushing a stray curl out of my face he says, “Is my sweet baby tired already?”

I shake my head, “I’m ready!” He places me in my seat before grabbing the stuff needed to put my makeup on. Like always he does and amazing job with eyeliner, I expect nothing less from him. It usually doesn’t take him long but right now he is taking his time with me, touching my face more than necessary. Not that I mind one bit, it take all of myself control to not just jump his sweet bones right now.

When we are done there is a knock at the door, Kai steps in with my dress in hand. I must add that he is wearing the all black suit I told him to buy earlier, and like before, he looks absolutely amazing. He sends Baekhyun out telling him to get dressed.

“You look so handsome,” I beam at the tan man. But I almost scream at the sight of his new hair, bleach blond locks are pushed out of his face. “That is…” I struggle to find the right words without sounding weird.

He frowns, reminding me of my earlier meeting with Soo, “I thought you would like it.”

“I do, it’s really fucking hot, but I wanted to try and find better words to describe how handsome you look but saying that is so much simpler. You look really fucking hot.”

He chuckles, “Are you ready for your party baby?”

I nod eagerly, carelessly throw my robe off. He helps me into my dress and even gets down on one knee to help me with my shoes. Even in the five inch heels I’m still much smaller than him, which he finds adorable. I grab his hand and click my way out of the room and in the direction I came from when I first got into the building. Kai takes the lead when I get lost in the maze of halls, a teasing smirk on his lips. Not to my surprise we find the elevator and go up, of course they have a restaurant in here, how stupid of me to question it.

We step out of the elevator into the empty dark lobby. Kai doesn’t hesitate walking threw most of the restaurant to the far side where floor to ceiling windows give us a perfect view of the city below. There is a long table filled with not just my oppas but my friends as well, though Jihyo is missing, I understand their irritation with her. I grin big at the patiently waiting group of boys who return the smile at the sight of me.

“Noona!” Kookie, Jimin, and Tae come over and in a moment of excitement squeeze me between them.

“You guys,” Namjoon scolds as he pulls them away from me.

“It’s fine,” Kai sighs, “It’s her birthday so we are letting hugs pass for today.”

“Seriously?” The cute maknae smiles.

“Yes!” I run up and hug Namjoon tightly. “I feel like I haven’t seen you guys in forever.”

He chuckles patting my back, “It has been a while since you’ve been to school.”

“You’re going to be falling behind,” Hoseok teases as he hugs me,  “But that probably won’t be a problem when your headmaster is the one calling you in.”

“Oh shush,” I swat at him.

“Are they feeding you well?” Jin comes over to give me a once over like normal.

“They are feeding me way too much, I’ve gained some weight.”

“Much needed weight,” Lay reminds me.

I roll my eyes at them, “Where is Yoongi oppa?”

“I’m here, I was just letting everyone greet you first,” Yoongi sighs as he joins our group. “Happy birthday Joo-ya,” He wraps an arm around me and hugs me close.

“Thank you guys for coming.”

“I’m surprised we were invited,” Yoongi teases the men still standing around the table watching us intently.

“I am too.”

“You guys come sit down,” Suho says cheerfully but I can tell he just wants me a good distance away from them. He sits me down in between Kris and Kai, my friends are on the other side while the others are wrapped around the table.

“How has your birthday been? Is it much different from when you and Jihyo would go out?” Hoseok asks.

I nod, “It has been one of the best days of my life. I definitely feel a lot more spoiled than with Jihyo, I was lucky enough to have their undivided attention for a whole day.”

“Wow, most people are lucky to have it for a few minutes,” Namjoon teases.

I grimace at the thought of that bitch from earlier, “So I’ve been told.”

The subject is quickly changes and we all begin having individual conversations in smaller groups. I talk mostly with Kai or Kris or Yoongi who manage to get the spot across from me. Food is brought out a little later followed by a bottle of wine that the younger boys and I are were not allowed to partake in. The night flies by quickly, soon a massive white and gold cake with flowers and a cart full of presents behind it. After dozens of pictures, the happy birthday song, and a five-minute argument with Soo about how I should be able to cut my own birthday cake, I am allowed to cut the first few pieces before he takes over. Everyone happily takes a large piece and stuffs their face.

“Are all the presents really necessary?” I ask as the waiters clear the dessert plates.

“We wanted to spoil you,” Luhan smiles at me.

“You guys spoil me enough.”

“And we will continue to do so.”

“We also have a present for you,” Namjoon hands me a small jewelry box.

I shake my head and try to give it back, “You guys didn’t have to get me anything.”

He shoves it back into my hands, “We already bought it and it’s specially made for you so there is no bringing it back.”

I sigh and thank them, I open it and gasp at the sight of the perfect single diamond hanging alone on the gold chain. “It’s beautiful!”

“I feel like we already got showed up,” Kris whines.

“It’s a gift for you guys as well,” Namjoon hands Kris what looks like a cell phone. “Jihyo told us about Joo’s up coming weekend with Jiyong Hyungnim and decided this might come in handy, it has a tracker in it.” I stare down at the necklace in my hands.

“Wow, I’m surprised we didn’t think of that,” Kai takes the tracker from Kris to look at it.

“Me too,” I say honestly.

“The idea of us tracking you doesn’t weird you out at all?” Soo wonders.

I shake my head, “It’s probably one of the least weird things going on in the relationship.” I look at me friends with a big smile, “Thank you guys so much for the thoughtful gift.”

“You are welcome Jooyoung,” Jin pats me head before glancing at his watch. “We should probably get going,” Jin suggest as he stands up to bow. I stand up along with them and go around the table to hug them goodbye.

“Thank you for coming.”

“We will see you at school hopefully some day this week,” Tae hugs we tightly.

“Thursday is my best bet.” They laugh before heading to the elevator, when they are out of sight I return to my spot with Kris’s arm around my shoulders and Kai’s hand resting on my thigh. “So what now?” I yawn.

“I think it’s time for you to go to bed,” Kris strokes my hair.

“But what about…” I barely stop myself form yelling out birthday sex but they have already figured out what I’m talking about.

“I didn’t know you were so eager.”

Xiumin smirks at me, “Who did you have in mind?”

I blush and look down at my hands.

“Don’t be shy baby,” Kai hold my chin gently as he guides me up to look him in the eye. “Who would you like to spend the night with on your first birthday with us?”

the-laarmy  asked:

"That's a good look for you."- Drarry please?

That’s a good look for you.” Harry teased as he looked at his husband’s hair who was currently being styled by their daughter, Lily.

“Shut up, Potter.” Draco retorted playfully. The five year old had taken sections of his hair and tied it so that it stuck straight up in the air. She giggled as she took out her kit of makeup. “Looks like I’m getting a full makeover.”

“You’re going to be the prettiest girl at the ball.” Harry laughed.

“Papa, he’s still a boy.” She said in an exasperated tone that sounded a lot like Draco’s. “Boys can wear makeup too.” Lily started to open up some lipstick and smearing it on her father’s face. Harry smiled lovingly at his family. He wondered how he came to be so lucky as to have such an amazing one.