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Runaway Groom

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Bucky goes missing before the wedding.
A/N: This is based off this post, after I read it I just couldn’t get it out of my head and had to write it. Come let me know what you think!
Word count : 1,348

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

You nervously flatten the soft white fabric of your dress, taking a shaky breath. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you fix a stray hair and adjust your dress. “You look beautiful, Y/N” Natasha’s hands are cold on the warmed skin of your shoulders. You smile at her in the reflection of the mirror. “Barnes is a lucky guy” she says sincerely, her beautiful eyes locked on yours.

You cant help but shake your head and a small laugh escapes your mouth before you speak “pretty sure, I’m the lucky one Tasha”.

“You’re both lucky-” she moves a curl of your hair back in place “-to find such perfect love in this world” she smiles but you notice the sadness behind her words.

Turning around you take her into your arms, a strong loving embrace. Clearing your throat of the tears you murmur “I wonder how Bucky is doing” laughter dancing in your words. 

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Tonight’s ridiculous gothy DIY question: should I sew small weights (yes, fishing weights) to the bottom front of the lace dickies, or should I sew the fronts closed to about mid- sternum?

The problem, you see, is that I am busty enough that the bottom hem of the dickies rides up, and doesn’t lay smoothly under the tank top and lace dress. I suspect the solution is going to be the weights, because I don’t want to still have to safety pin it to the front of my bra.

FANCY SUMMERGOTH TIP: a fancy dickie (yes, really, that’s what they’re called, go ahead and snicker, get it out of your system) is a fast way to add an antique look to whatever dress/jacket/vest you may be wearing WITHOUT making yourself die of overheating. 

BONUS TIP: if it is really sweltering out, and you still want to look fancy, soak the back of the dickie in cold water. It will help cool you down as the water evaporates.

Kylie Jenner told Marie Clare magazine that she started the wig trend
“I started wigs, and now everyone is wearing wigs. Kim [Kardashian] just used my wig guy last night…I just do whatever I want to do, and people will follow.”
I’m honestly so tired of this little bitch. Black women literally get shitted on for wearing weaves/wigs that we’ve been wearing since forever, but this little heffa thinks she started some new shit. EVERYONE has worn wigs before this little girl lol but Kylie Jenner’s the reason we all wear wigs y'all! I’m so. Fucking. Tired.

When it went pitch black, Lance’s heart stopped. He wanted to scream; the tightness in his chest was getting to a boiling point and he needed to release this anxiety somehow. Tears started to well behind his eyes, and he’d be damned if he was going to cry in front of Keith. The last thing he needed to do was hand him over teasing material on a silver platter.

Knots formed in his stomach and he slumped against the cold paneling of the elevator; ice on his burning skin. Soon, he slowly collapsed on the floor, hugging his knees. Keith’s eyes were on him - he could feel it. Breathing became hard and shallow - coming out as small wheezes and only getting worse.

Then he felt a calm, firm hand on his shoulder. Keith bent down in front of Lace and grabbed him by the shoulders.

“Hey buddy…” He offered a half-smile, but Lance could see the confusion and worry behind it. It was in his eyes, which shone with concern and care instead of something menacing. Keith looks at Lance directly in the eyes, trying to connect with him.

“Can you hear me?” Lance nods.

“Is it okay if I touch you?”

Lance nods. A lot.

“What can I do for you?”

Lance’s mind dances to being a young kid in Southern California. He remembers living in Long Beach with his family. Big gatherings commenced almost every weekend with no particular celebration needed. Thoughts drift to group hugs and dancing; a community. Large, raucous Uncle Louie and Aunt Maria with his cousins - Marco, Tina, Jesse and Luca.

He remembers being held tight when he was sad. When Maria went off to college - she hugged him like she would never let go. When he left for the academy, the party his parents threw was monumental. The whole family was there - and the one thing he remembers is how many people held him like he would never come back.

At this rate, he doesn’t think he will.

Lance finally locks eyes with Keith instead of staring into dead space, “Hold me,” he croaks. It’s more of a pained whisper, more of a quiet, pleading cry. If he was a more lucid, aware man right now he’d high five himself for asking for the contact he craves from Keith. But he knows, and he assumes Keith is well aware too, that this is just because he’s on the brink of a panic attack.

Never would Keith hold him like the way he does when he scoots over and wraps his arms around Lance. The way he pulls him into his chest and rubs his back. He’ll never have the cooing Keith offers him, with encouragement on the side. Lord knows Lance needs this - the contact and the attention and care from Keith. Stupid, mullet Keith that could never return his feelings.

“You’re doing so good Lance just - keep breathing, okay?”

Then Keith does the unimaginable. Right when Lance was starting to relax - to feel comfortable in his own skin again - Keith taunts him. He pulls this move that makes Lance go rigid. His spine surges with heat again and his stomach drops.

Keith plants a soft, tender, completely harmless kiss on the top of Lance’s head. All systems are go and yet they shut down all at the same time from the minimal contact. Freaking out shouldn’t be an option, neither should going stock still, yet Lance can’t help it. It’s only a small gesture: a brush of shoulders, knees knocking, yet it’s everything. The action all Lance could ever want, and so much more. He craves, needs, wants - God does he want. He wants all of Keith, his arms around him, his hands keeping hold and his lips on the crown of his head (among other places).

Keith notices Lance’s change in body fixture. He retracts, starting to pull away, when Lance grabs him by the arm and pulls a bold move. Instead of letting Keith go - like every other fucking time - he tucks himself into his neck. He uses it as a pillow and pulls himself closer to Keith. Soaking up his warmth and care, Lance makes a declaration with the action: “It’s okay.”

“Okay.” Keith says. He holds him closer and whispers another “okay”. Lance hasn’t spoken this whole time, and he thinks it’s starting to freak Keith out. Between the minimal body movement and deadly silence in the stopped elevator, he thinks Keith is on the brink of slowly unwinding.

“How…” he starts, and really thinks through a question before saying whatever comes to mind first (i.e., “how did you know a kiss like that was just what I needed?” or even worse, “how did you know you are just what I need?”)

“How did you know what to do?” Lance asks, small, soft - his voice is worn, but he hasn’t said a word in close to fifteen minutes (a record, for sure).

“Shiro used to have really bad panic attacks.”


It’s quiet. Keith clears his throat and starts rubbing his hands up and down Lance’s arms from where he has his hold on him.

“Never held him like this, though.”

Lance starts to withdraw, “I’m sorry, Keith,” he tries to pry himself away, “I don’t mean to -”

“No.” Keith pulls him back to his chest, smiling. “It’s okay… I like… holding you like this.” Lance rests his head on the intersection of Keith’s neck and shoulder - where he was before - and thinks he could set up shop here for a while. He thinks he could move into this little spot for years to come. Maybe set up a timeshare - right at this freckle to the left of Keith’s jugular. He likes it here, tucked into Keith, coddled, cradled - cared for.

“I like you holding me like this, too.” Lance’s hot breath against Keith’s neck makes Keith go still and warm. It’s a nice feeling, especially with Lance’s heart beating underneath him. His body is like a warm blanket, pulling him in even though Keith has his arms around him.

“Good, because I’m not letting you go for a while.” He dares press another kiss to Lance’s head and Lance melts into him.





Uh, so I haven’t posted my face in a while, but i do sometimes on this blog so this is me, hi? :D

Pseudo costest of Yuuri (who turned out to have more natural makeup than my usual cosplays so is also like half just normal me lol), who I’ll be cosplaying at Katsucon this coming Thurs-Sun! Will have actual cosplays then, Stammi Vicino Yuuri is my main but I also have a fem!Eros Yuuri original design <3 Was surprisingly nervous because I’ve drawn Yuuri countless times in 2D but it’s very different on your own face… ^ ^; Hopefully is passable LOL

I got my hair cut just for this today, and well it was getting a bit long anyway and saves me from having to get a lace front wig ^ ^;;

Before (yeah lopped off a fair amount):

also bonus with glasses (not cosplay glasses, actual every day glasses but eh close enough in shape at least ^ ^;)

BTS reaction seeing you practicing pick up lines dressed sexy in front of mirror.

anon: Hi! Can I request BTS seeing yourself in front of the mirror wearing lace tights,their shirt and full glam of makeup practicing pick up lines to get them turned on but, the pickup lines would be weird and you would make the most unattractive faces while practicing.For example “ Would you like a burrito and a relationship well I could be your baerrito” or “ Do you like Nutella well you could look into my hazel brown eyes” their is hazelnut and the color of chocolate is brown. Lol I’m so sorry😄           

I still can’t get over this request. I spend 5minutes dying from laught with my bff 😂 I can imagine how can this look like and omg 😁 You made our day! I hope you’ll enjoy this ^^


Originally posted by suga-com

y/n:“Jinnie, are you a Disney princess? Cause you’re cinderHella fine!”

After hearing it he sneak in your room and watched what are you doing. There you’re - in lace, in front of mirror, talking to yourself. He was surprised and now he knew how boys felt when he is making his uncle jokes. He don’t want to distrub you so he go to the kitchen thinking what he can do when you’ll use it. You look sexy in this lance but your faces and pick up lines can ruin atmosphere. Really hard thinking how to play it out. Then he’ll back to you and start kissing you before you would say anything.

“Is Y/B planning to use it at me? Gosh. No. Maybe I’ll just act like I didn’t hear it?”


Originally posted by yoonmin

y/n: “How much does it cost to have you to night? Cause damn, you look expensive!”

He were just standing in the door trying hard to not laught. But he can’t hold it and started to laught. When you turn on to see him you were schocked. Yoongi looked at you, walking closer to you and eyeing you. He’ll remeber this for all his life and sometimes tease about that.

“Y/N is this t-shirt mine? I want it back so take it off. I would say that you look so damn sexy but it was too funny.”


Originally posted by huang-zitao

y/n: “Didn’t You Wear That Yesterday? Your shirt has to go, but you can stay. ”

You wanting to lure Hoseok on with this lines was the most hilarious thing that he saw today. He knew that you are trying hard so he won’t tease you and just back hug you, softly touching your lance thights and starting to taking off his t-shirt from you “playing your game”

“Yees. I wear it yesterday. Maybe you’ll do something about it?”


Originally posted by ksjknj

y/n: “You like maths? Cause I want to ADD to you my life, SUBTRACT your clothes, DIVIDE your legs and MULTIPLY ourselves.”

Seeing you dressed like this would turn him on without even your trying. Buut look it’s not over. You wanted to play it like in drama witch you were watching in last week. Namjoon was focused on your legs, ass and everything. After hearing your pick up line he get distracted. What are you trying to do? He didn’t think too much about it and go towards you to started what you planned.

“Maybe we’ll skip this foreplay and straightaway go to the highlight?”


Originally posted by princejimineee

y/n: “Are you religios? Cause you’re the answer to all my prayers.”

Jimin wouldn’t care about your pick up lines or faces which you were doing. He focused on your look. Lances whiche bought you for your birthday, his shirt which was too big for you and you looked so hot. You transform Jimin from fluffy Mochi to Daddy Jimin.

“And now come to me. Your angel will take care of you.”


Originally posted by taedamn

y/n: “What’s that on your face? Oh, must just be beauty. Here, let me get it off. hmmm. and I’ll kis him and say- Hey, it’s not coming off!”

Thinking how cute and sexy you’re in the same time. He thinks that it’s weird but normal people are boring. Enjoing the view of you sexy dressed and imagining what he’ll do with you. Tae would let you end your pick up lines and after that he’ll take care of everything.

“Now let me take a lead. You started and I’ll end”


Originally posted by officialwookkibby

y/n: “ Which is easier? You getting into those tight pants or getting you out of them?”

Making fun of you so hard. He can’t stop laught even when you were calming him down. When his laught attack would end he’ll take to salon and starts playing Overwatch. You were so pissed that he ruin everything when you were preparing all day. Still wearing lances and his white t-shirt you were sitting on the couch cringed. When he finished, he looked at you focusing on your legs and gived you small smirk and this glance which you loved.

“I thought about your question and I think that for you, it’ll be easier to get me out of them.”

anonymous asked:

alison was a bitch and a bully but at least she was an entertaining and deliciously evil bitch and bully. this addison girl is as likeable as a stomachache.

Addison is like when you ask for a Coke and someone ends up giving you a freaking Shasta-Cola knockoff that was .50 at Big Lots instead