he would never wear that

marlene-fletcher  asked:

I mean I'm on board w curly hair glasses lance but like you can't convince me he would wear ordinary specs and wouldn't buy the most fun glasses ever. Like from thick rim hipster to just the CRAZIEST patterns and loud colors and he would wear em proud

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I’m not sure if this is something I should be posting about and might seem silly to even bring up but I kind of just wanted to put emphasis on what an incredibly kind person Josh Dun is. On the Quiet Is Violent Tour I attended 7 dates one in which I gave Josh the jacket I had made. I never in my wildest dreams thought he would care for it at all. I’ve made things before for friends and others around me and have always been told everything I’ve ever made has been very mediocre even though it’s something I sewed together with my own hands.

However, at the Los Angeles date I gave Josh the jacket and he took the time to put it on to see if the jacket would fit after I apologized for being extremely dumb enough to put it on a large jacket when he isn’t large at all. He said it was perfect and that he would wear it all the time but I never ever ever thought that would happen just because he must receive stuff like this all the time. 

A few days later I literally could not believe that he went out of his way and made a post about it on Tumblr. Then when I flew to Texas to see them and each day I would hear or see of him wearing it. There is literally nothing in the entire world that could mean more to me than all of this.

I literally cry just thinking about it. It literally is the nicest thing anyone has ever said or done and I can’t explain how much it means to me. I hope he knows that he actually made my entire life. This band has changed my life in so many ways and I can’t put into words how much they mean to me. They aren’t only changing lives with their music but them as individuals as well. Thank you Josh for making me feel like maybe everything I do isn’t always an embarrassment. You mean the world to me.

“Some people are meant to be loved and others just naked” (III)

A/N: Part III of CEO Harry! I sincerely hope this was worth the wait and that you guys enjoy it. Thank you for your lovely comments and support. As always, this includes smut, daddy kink and a shitload of angst. I hope you like it. ♥

Harry and Y/N are enemies in the business world but the perfect partners under the sheets.

Based on the song Wrong by Zayn ft. Kehlani

Part I. Part II. Part III.

Originally posted by ohbabyyeah

The sense of overachievement deeply ingrained in Y/N’s mindset is an innate weapon that can be both a blessing and a curse: when success is the rule rather than the exception, each failure, no matter how minor, feels like the end of the world.

Oliver Zhang represented all four horsemen during Y/N’s friday night apocalypse. She was certain she hadn’t experienced humiliation to its greatest extent until he stood her up at a VIP rooftop bar that overlooked the whole city and highlighted the blossoming nightlife she was letting go to waste -along with three hours of her precious time and a new outfit.

Unable to convert stress into drive whenever the gap between her expectations and the reality of her circumstances starts to diverge, she reverted back to a well-practised posture: that of spoiled brat utterly resolute in her decision to fuck shit up and get away with it.

The taste of defeat and the remnants of shame hovering on the tip of her tongue assumed control of her body and, naturally, what ensued was nothing short of wrongdoings she would gladly exclude from her future autobiography.  A videotape in fast forward, memories that her mind would disguise as dreams -and therefore wouldn’t regret- until the following morning.

What her brain did register was that at some point, her low cut silk burgundy dress came off. 

And somewhere along the way, she ended up in Harry Styles’ bed.

Her resolve might parallel that of an all-powerful creature but she’s only limited to her human strength, and no human in recorded history has been proved strong enough to fight off the inevitable.

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His//Im Jaebum

Originally posted by jjaenyoung

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary:Jaebum becomes possessive over you after he becomes jealous.

Author’s Note: This is some pure ass smut enjoy

WARNING: dirty talk, slight daddy kink.

xoxo Sara


You got up early one morning with the intentions of getting ready and making yourself look presentable.  You were meeting an old friend for the first time today and you wanted to make sure you looked nice. You slid quietly out of your bed, doing your best not to wake up your boyfriend. You knew he would need as much sleep as he could get due to his busy schedule as of late, and you didn’t want to interrupt his dreams. You sat by your mirror and hummed softly as you did your makeup, entertaining yourself while managing to not wake him.

You got dressed and headed out of your room, making sure to close the door as lightly as you could behind you, when you heard him stir in your bed. You heard his soft groans that he let out every morning circle through your usually silent apartment, making you smile to yourself as you reached the living room. You heard the door to your room open.

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Gorgeous (Bucky x Reader)

Request: I just wanna say i’m so in love with your writings aaaand i was wondering if you could write a bucky x reader and the reader is so friendly with everyone, but she feels so alone because thinks nobody can fall in love with her, but bucky did. one day, she feels so down the she starts crying and saying awful things to herself looking in the mirror, but bucky hears everything and that makes him confess his feelings. i’m sorry it’s too long,. and if you don’t want to do it, it’s okay <3  

Bucky x reader imagine where she had really horrible anxiety and he is the only one that can calm her down? would you mind putting some angst in there and like one of the other avengers caused her to panic (she isn’t an avenger) thanks doll ;) xx

Words: 2,917

Warnings: Self shame, anxiety, FLUFF

Tags: @annadier @happelu970 @shamvictoria11 @spookass @pabegay1(message me if you want to be tagged in any fics or if I forgot to tag you! Sometimes I forget, my apologies!


You were no Avenger.

You weren’t as badass as Natasha or Wanda. You weren’t as sarcastic and outgoing as your father, you were just you. You lived with the Avengers because your dad was Tony Stark, the Avengers were like your huge, crazy, loud family. You loved having them as a family, you loved every last bit of it, but sometimes it’s hard not to doubt your looks or skills.

You were clumsy. You ran into walls, got your shirt caught on pointy objects, face planted into gardens, and tripped going up the stairs.  You weren’t as strong as the others,  you never worked on your upper body strength because you never really cared about it.

You would run twice a week for exercise and that was it. You hated working out, it was the worst thing you’ve ever experienced. You would much rather be drinking a milkshake while watching the Victoria Secret Fashion Show. Like you were right now.

“Oo, fancy.” You were sitting criss crossed on the couch, a blanket spread across your bare legs and your baggy long sleeve shirt rolled up slightly on your arms. A milkshake in one hand while your eyes remained glued to the screen projecting the fashion show.

“That looks painful.” Scott spoke with a mouth full of his own milkshake. He was slouched next to you, his legs spread out in front of him and his back surrounded by toss pillows. He was tilting slightly onto the arm of the couch but he seemed to be comfortable.

“I would never wear something that heavy looking on my dick.” Scott took another large gulp of his shake, twisting his face in pain as a brain freeze clearly took over his mind temporarily.

“But it’s so pretty.” You admired the glammed up bra, “Oo, look she has wings! I wish I had wings, how fun would that be?”

“Super fun! I would strut around in wings all day if they looked like that.” Scott glanced over at you, but you were still consumed in admiring all the glamorous outfits and models.

“I have wings.” Sam called out from the chair on the other side of the couch. His legs hanging over the arm of the chair and his back resting against the other arm. His phone rested on his chest and his shake was long gone, the empty cup sitting on the coffee table. “They’re even cooler because mine work.”

“Mm.” Both you and Scott made the same sound and twisted your lips as you both looked at Sam.

“Not the same thing. Yours aren’t as glamorous, now are they?” You turned your attention back at the screen and made your lips in the shape of an ‘o’ as you looked at Gigi Hadid walk down the runway. She was your favorite model, her and Cara Delevingne.

“Yeah. You get feathers, sparkles, jewels and glitter on your wings, then we’ll talk.” Scott nodded his head swiftly and ignored Sam’s narrowed eyes as he directed his eyes back to the Fashion Show.

“I know a girl who can hook you up with some bedazzlement on those wings of yours, Sam.” You winked in his direction, a smirk tilting on your lips. “And by girl I mean me, and by bedazzlement I mean some superglue and a trip to Hobby Lobby.” 

“I hate both of you.” Sam chuckled under his breath and shifted around a little in his chair.

“Man, I wish I had legs like those.” Scott  shook his head and moved the straw in his shake around, trying to get a good sip. You giggled at Scott’s comment, you always found him to say the strangest but most awesome things. 

“You know who has legs like those?” Sam paused, waiting for Scott to answer but when Scott kept gulping down his shake, Sam answered himself. “Natasha. She even has the walk down too, she would slay all those other models.” 

Scott hummed in agreement. “And Wanda has the hair of a Victoria Secret model. I wish my hair was as luscious as hers, that would save me fifteen minutes in the morning.”

“You spend fifteen minutes on your hair?” Sam scuffed and tilted his head back to look at Scott.

“This,” Scott motioned to his hair. “doesn’t just happen, Sam. It takes time, effort and skill, okay?”

“Man, you’re crazy.” Sam chuckled, shaking his head and slouching back down in his chair again. “For real though, Wanda and Nat are hella attractive-”

You shuffled around in your seat, the thoughts that consumed your mind were driving you insane. All they were talking about was how beautiful Natasha and Wanda were, of course you had to agree, they were both stunningly gorgeous. They were badass, strong and attractive all at once. They were your best friends, but it always hurt you when you would go places with them and everyone would notice them and not you.

You weren’t as stunning as them, you weren’t as flawless and beautiful as them. Of course you weren’t. Everyone expected Tony Stark’s daughter to be drop dead gorgeous, but somehow they always seemed surprised to see you. You were never what they were expecting.

You stood up suddenly, your nose tingling and your eyes starting to twitch with tears. Your chest felt tight and your hands felt clammy, you needed a moment to pull yourself together before you came back out here and pretended to not even care. You dropped the blanket previously covering your bare legs on the couch where you used to be sitting and placed your milkshake, that suddenly made you feel bloated, on the coffee table.

“I have to pee.” You announced it as a joke, happily your voice didn’t shake and you seemed to be holding it together on the outside fairly well. You knew you were about to break, you had to hide.

“Okay.” Scott and Sam both watched you speed down the hallway. “Be back soon, the Angels are about to come out!’

“Man, seriously though, Nat and Wanda have the legs and hair, but damn, Y/N has the whole package. The face, hair, walk, legs, and even the hips.” Sam shook his head in astonishment.

Scott nodded his head in agreement and pulled a part of your blanket on his thighs, he knew it was your favorite blanket but he loved it just as much. It was soft and always smelled good.

“She looks more like a Victoria Secret model than some of the Victoria Secret models.” Scott talked with another mouthful of his shake, he didn’t even care though. “Have you seen the way everyone looks at her, she steals the attention away from Nat and Wanda every time they go out.”

“Hell, she steals the attention away from us Avengers. And we’re Avengers.”

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Glasses

Since I accidentally started this whole “Anti with glasses” thing, I decided I would write a little something about it. Also, this is based off of something @markired sent me and I guess there’s some Danti implied in here? Take it as you will, whether that’s platonic or romantic. 

Also, it’s past 2am here. I tried and I’m an amateur writer.

Anyway, Enjoy! x


Anti needs glasses.

Just like Jack, he needs a pair to see things in the distance. However, his eyesight is worse. That being said, he needs a pair that is stronger than the ones Jack already has and needs to get himself his own pair. He doesn’t like it – oh, he hates having to wear glasses, but contacts drive him up the damn walls so they are out of the question. He thinks they make him look nerdy and less intimidating.

No one except Anti knows that he needs them. He acts like he can see the world crystal clear when in reality, he can hardly see the street signs. It isn’t exactly a good thing when it comes to executing kills because his precision is off and he often misses his shots. This in turn frustrates Dark because he hired the guy to do the dirty work and he’s missing the target – what the fuck?

After nearly losing a seventh victim that month, Dark finally approaches Anti about it.

“Anti, the execution of your kills hasn’t been… extraordinary lately. Is there a reason for that?”

“No,” Anti grumbles, crossing his arms along his chest, “n’ quit questionin’ my killing methods. You won’t even do the kills yerself so don’t be complainin’.”

Anti proceeds to plop himself down on their couch, flipping himself so he’s upside down. His feet hang off the top and his head is hanging off the seat, watching his hair fall back and dangle in the open. It’s evident that he doesn’t want to talk about the subject any further.

But since when does Dark ever really care about Anti’s childish denial?

A deep hum vibrates through Dark’s chest as he scrutinises the green-haired male, completely disregarding his attempt at an insult. Anti, who’s fully aware he’s being watched, lifts his head to lock eyes with Dark. He squints them dangerously.

“The fuck are ye lookin’ at?” he spits out.

“You need glasses, don’t you?” Dark suddenly says, straightening his posture and canting his head to the side, “that’s why you’re having trouble executing kills properly and squinting at everything. You can’t see properly.”

“I can see fine!” Anti barks, pushing himself back up onto the couch and propping himself up with his elbows. His slightly sharper teeth become more evident as he scowls at Dark.

“Oh, is that so? In that case, I suppose you won’t have any trouble telling me what that sign across the street says?” Dark lifts a brow as he points out the window at a little yellow sign with bold black letters on it.

Anti looks over his shoulder at the sign and almost visibly pales. There’s no way he can read that. It’s just far enough for the letters to be too blurry to read. They just look like a black cloud on a yellow sign.

“I don’t need to prove myself to an old man,” Anti sneers, huffing and sliding off the couch. Before Dark can bring up the subject again, the green-haired male storms off into another room somewhere in the house, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Idiot,” Dark sighs, deciding to let the topic go for the time being.

A week passes by after that and yet another nearly failed kill. Dark didn’t get frustrated this time because he now knows the source of the problem, he just has to find out how to fix it. Even though he finds it absolutely ridiculous to have to chase after Anti for being a big baby who’s in complete denial, if it will help his case then he is more than willing.

That, and teasing Anti is just so much fun.

“Is it because you don’t like glasses? There are certainly contacts out there that you could use,” Dark suddenly inquires over dinner one night.

Anti freezes in his movements and peers up at his friend, a look of annoyance on his face. He grits his teeth and gives Dark the silent treatment.

“Even so, anything is better than being partially blind, don’t you think?” the other continues, slowly enjoying his meal as though his friend’s annoyance was nothing but a speck of dust on his shoulder for him to brush off.

There’s a moment of silence between the two. The only sound in the entire room is that of their utensils against their plates. Anti stops eating for a minute and simply sits there, picking at the meat in front of him.

“Don’t be stupid, Dark, I can’t wear glasses. I’m not a nerd,” Anti scoffs, eyes stuck to his plate, “n’ fuck contacts, those little shits are annoying as all fuck.”

Dark doesn’t say anything after that but instead just lifts his eyes to look at the man sitting across from him at the table. He almost wants to laugh at Anti’s comment but refrains from doing so. His mind is at work throughout the rest of the meal.

After that night, Dark eventually goes through the torturous process of discovering Anti’s prescription. It takes almost a full week before he gets the results but when he does, he feels more victorious than he has in quite some time.

And he decides to get Anti some glasses.

Dark is seated in his favorite chair one evening, relaxing while enjoying a good book. However, he’s having trouble concentrating on the letters in front of him. A disheartened sigh escapes his lips at the realisation that he won’t be able to continue.

Suddenly, a familiar voice makes its way through the once silent hallway.

DARK, WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE!?” Anti hollers from his bedroom. Dark can’t help the smug grin that spreads across his lips.

“They’re glasses, Anti. Try them on,” Dark urges, his tone calm compared to the other.

There’s a series of quick footsteps that grow louder as Anti approaches. Dark turns his head towards the open doorway to see Anti storming in, eyes practically glowing with annoyance.

I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU THAT I DIDN’T WANT ‘EM. I LOOK LIKE A FUCKIN’ NERD, DARK!” He yells, the pair of black glasses in his hand. His other is balled into a fist, practically drawing blood from how tightly it’s closed. “DON’T YOU LISTEN TO ME!?

In a fit of childish annoyance, Anti lifts his hand with the glasses held tightly between his fingers. In the split second it takes for Dark to realise what’s about to happen, Anti’s hand comes toward the ground in full force.

Dark has never moved so fast in his life. It’s as though he’s a shadow, glitching from his spot in the chair to Anti’s side. Dark’s large hand grips Anti’s wrist tightly, preventing him from throwing the glasses onto the ground and breaking them. His nearly black eyes seem to flash red for a moment.

YoU wiLL nOt breAK tHeSE, unDersTOoD?”

Dark’s voice is deep, harsh and slicing. Like the biting cold of winter, it nips at Anti’s childish conscience and fills him with fear. His hot breath tickles Anti’s ear and he shivers, eyes widening in realisation at what he was about to do and how pissed Dark is now. The hold on Anti’s wrist is bone crushing and the green-haired male grits his teeth.

Dark slowly releases Anti’s wrist and brings his hand back to his side. After taking in a slow breath, he looks Anti in the eyes with an expressionless face.

“Now, try them on,” he tries again, his voice much softer than before.

Anti is still hesitant and it shows. He glances down at the glasses in his hand with an expression of disgust. Dark rolls his eyes – he’s losing his patience.

“Anti, wearing glasses does not make you a nerd,” Dark says deeply, reaching over to a small table next to his chair. On it sits a pair of glasses which Anti has surprisingly never seen before. Dark slides them onto his face and pushes them up his nose gracefully with his finger. “See?”

Anti blinks wordlessly at Dark. His eyes are wide and are scanning Dark’s face over and over again. He’s never seen this before and Dark isn’t able to tell whether this reaction is good or bad.

“Now you really look like an old man, Dark,” Anti giggles, the sound echoing around him and layering over itself.

Dark’s brows rise and his jaw sets. “Anti, you prick, I’m going to-”

“But you’re okay-lookin’ for an old man, I guess,” he then shrugs, a smug smirk on his face.

Dark’s anger and the compliment swirl inside of him and he shuts his mouth, muttering some profanities under his breath. He looks away for nothing but a second and when his eyes return to meet Anti’s, he’s met with a sight he never thought he would see.

Anti is wearing his glasses.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, kiddo,” he says, the corner of his lips twitching up into a smile.

Anti shrugs off the compliment and quickly takes the glasses off, grimacing.

“Yeah, whatever,” he mumbles as he walks off to his room. 

Dark, now feeling satisfied, sits back down into his chair and resumes his reading – he can see the words much better now.

Both Dark and Anti begin to wear their glasses more often now, even when they don’t necessarily need them.

anonymous asked:

"What do you mean crocs aren't fashionable?"

“They’re really ugly, Baz.”

“They’re comfy, Snow,” I say.

“They’re like alligators for your FEET!”

“Well, have you seen what you’re wearing?”

“Yeah, but jorts actually ARE fashionable.”


Leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox, and I will write the next five.

Headcanons for the Taaco Twins:
  • They mirror each others appearance. Aside from few v minor differences (piercing placement mostly), they’re mirror images in the Stolen Century arc
  • They ham it up by acting like they’re looking in a mirror when looking at each other
  • Taako is more into eye make up than Lup
  • Lup rocks those dark lips tho
  • They’re both Tall and like to wear heels to accentuate their height even more. Tower over all the Little People
  • There are a few things Taako keeps doing even after he forgets about Lup:
    • He keeps his little side braid, even as his hair grows out. He does the little braid every day but isn’t sure why. It becomes habit, but he’s not sure what started the habit but it feels important.
    • Eyebrow line cuts, he and Lup did them on the opposite side of the other.
    • Sometimes he finds himself picking up lip colors- he never wears them but he has the feeling someone would like them, just can’t seem to remember who…
  • They do each others nails, even after fights if it’s Spa Night they wind up giving each other mani-pedis and doing facials together as if they weren’t just at each others throats.
  • They both LOVE their androgyny. Lup used to be a bit self-conscious of her more masculine frame- but Taako’s insistence to present femininely with her and them both owning that “what’s a gender??” look helped her really learn to love her body regardless.

The Matchmakers - Part 7

Art made by the amazing @bambz-art

@setthestarsxnfire​ and I wrote this one together! Hope you enjoy! This one is long so more under the cut~

MC: It’s a beautiful day!

Jaehee Kang: We should do something together

V: Agreed, it’s been awhile since we went out as a group.

ZEN: Like what?

707: Let’s go to the fair~!! ✧◕ヮ◕✧

ZEN: We’ve already been to the fair

Yoosung★: Oh? Since when :3

Saeran: ‘We’?

ZEN: Since
ZEN: Ehm
ZEN: No no, I misspoke
ZEN: I’ve never been there

Jumin Han: …

MC: Great!
MC: Then it’s settled, let’s all go!

Jaehee Kang: I don’t know if it’s something for me.

MC: Jaehee, it’s not the same without you (;﹏;)

707: MC’s secret weapon has been activated!

Jaehee Kang: Ah! I will go, MC!
Jaehee Kang: Don’t cry!

MC: Yaaayyy!!

Jumin Han: I really should finish writing these reports.

V: Come on Jumin, it’s Sunday.
V: Zen, you will be there, I hope?

ZEN: Hah… I suppose I can’t refuse if everyone wants to see me

Jumin Han: Alright, I’ll join.

MC: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yoosung★: Saeran, you’re not going to protest as well, right?

Saeran: Saeyoung is already dragging me out the door ⌐.⌐

707: Whoo~!

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“You can never love someone too much,” she argued, crossing her arms defiantly.

“Yes you can,” he snapped, but upon seeing her hurt expression, sighed, and grudgingly began to explain.

“My mom adored my dad, still does to this day, but the bastard fell in love with someone else. I would watch her do the laundry as a kid and she would just sit and stare for hours at the red lipstick on the collars of his shirts, surrounded by the smell of cheap perfume she would never wear. When he got home, she acted as if nothing was wrong, as if she wasn’t sobbing just hours before. She pretended to believe that he was on business calls at three a.m. She pretended that he loved her, and when I asked why, all she said was that sometimes you have to sacrifice things for love, even your own sanity. After that, I was in a state of disbelief. It’s complete and utter madness, the fact that love can make you lose yourself.“

—  n.g. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #15
But It Happened, And That's All That Mattered

Summary: After being on a mission which lasted six months, four months longer than expected, you are reunited with Bucky again + fluff, emotions

Words: 679

Warnings:

I recommend you listen to this when reading!

Just an emotional one for all you out there! Hope you enjoy xxx Emma

Originally posted by leafierleaf


Six months.

You weren’t allowed to call in case anyone found his location. You couldn’t visit in case you were followed.

You had to admit it yourself, the doubts ran you crazy. Many nights you had lay waiting to hear Bucky’s voice and fearing he would never love you again. Six months had done things to you mentally.

Waiting in the foyer of the Mansion, watching the door intently, you sighed as you watched the helicopter hover down to grass. It was real, he was actually back. Leaping out the sliding door, pulling down his headphones and eyeing up the helicopter, Steve turned to the mansion, catching eyesight with you and Bruce. “You excited?” asked Bruce, obviously seeing your ecstatic reaction to just the helicopter. “Kind of, but I’m scared,” you admitted, turning to Bruce for assistance. “He could have met so many girls when he was away, no matter how secret he was meant to be,” you muttered, looking over to Steve who was yelling into the helicopter. “Don’t doubt him, Y/N. I don’t think you realise just how much he missed you too,” he replied, turning back to the helicopter.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you watched a pair of legs swing out the helicopter before looking up to see Bucky. His hair had grown; a lot in fact but the rest of him was as bulky and heavily built as ever. By the looks of it, he had leaned out a bit but his definitive muscles were still there. You had to admit it, you kind of loved the look.

As he scanned the room through the large glass window, you pelted for the door, heaving it open before catching eye sight with him. Six months… for this moment.

Sprinted towards him, your eyes tearing up, Bucky opened his arms out wide, encasing you into him and shrouding you in his build. “Oh my god, Y/N, my Y/N!” wept Bucky, gripped onto you tightly. His hair flew in front of his head, hanging over the top of you as you pressed into his chest. “I missed you so much, oh my god…” he teared up, kissing your head before cupping your back into his chest. “Don’t you ever leave my like that again, Bucky,” you cried, turning to face him.  After a few moments longer remaining in each other’s hold, you turned to the mansion, lacing each other’s fingers with each other and made your way inside.

“Y/N!” called Steve. “This man loves you to pieces… you should know that,” stated Steve, tapping Bucky on the shoulder before turning away to go and greet Bruce and Natasha.

“He… uh… he had to put up with me when I missed you, and that’s saying a lot about him. Good dude right there,” chuckled Bucky, looking over to you, marvelling at your appearance. You looked thinner and your hair was lighter. You had started to curl your hair, just like Natasha, and he loved it. You were wearing a new top and it was much bolder than what you used to wear. He never imagined you would have changed that much in six months but he loved it.

“You were that bad?” you laughed.

“Hey! Nothing wrong with missing you, I don’t think! What, are saying you didn’t miss me?” he smirked, knowing he had got you wrapped around his finger. “Aha, alright old man,”

“Old man!” cackled Bucky, turning away from you for a second, his hand tangled with yours as he admired the simplicity of the mansion again. “I’m only 100. I have air in my lungs, don’t I?” he smiled, pulling the cheesiest grin.

“Thank god you do because if you didn’t, I would be so lost,” you smiled slightly, turning to Bucky who seemed to be watching your face intensely. Cupping your cheek, he leaned in to you, placing a soft, gentle kiss onto your lips. It had been so long… so long.

“That was…”

“Long overdue… I know,” sighed Bucky, looking up to your eyes. “But it happened, and that’s all that mattered,”

anonymous asked:

My friend and I NEED a fic based off Christophe and Phichit taking Yuuri lingerie shopping (for Victor of course.) NEED IT LIKE AIR.

“I regret telling you anything about my relationship.”

“What did you say?” Phichit asks as he glances up from his phone. “Christophe will be here in a minute.”

Yuuri shifts his weight from one foot to the other. They’re outside a lingerie store. A lingerie store. He has to leave, has to go back to the car – he can’t be seen here. It’d be mortifying. But Phichit seems casual, as he always is, probably liking a photo of a puppy on Instagram, unaware of all the risqué mannequins in the windows behind him.

There’s a hand on his shoulder, and it startles him, making him yelp and bump into Phichit’s chest. Christophe is grinning at him. “So Phichit told me you want to spice things up with Victor? Make it kinky?”

“I didn’t say that,” Yuuri states slowly, turning to Phichit, his gaze accusatory.

“He didn’t say that,” Christophe admits, “but it was implied. Come on, Yuuri, you’ll look great.”

Five minutes later, Yuuri is in a dressing room, sporting clothes that he never would have imagined he’d see himself wearing. “I am not leaving this dressing room.”

“Come on, not even for me?” Phichit asks, leaning against the door. “I’m sure you look fine.”

“Just for you,” Yuuri informs him. “And leave your phone out there.”

He cracks open the door and Phichit enters. His reaction is unexpected. His cheeks tint red in a way that Yuuri has never seen before, and he swallows thickly. “Victor will… That’s… Wow, Yuuri.”

“It’s not stupid?”

“Not stupid,” Phichit confirms, then clears his throat. “I didn’t know that you could… The lace… And the fishnet stockings… Since when are your thighs so–”

Yuuri shoves him out of the dressing room and shuts the door again, getting changed back. He can hear Christophe questioning Phichit outside of the stall as he pulls his t-shirt over his head.


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“Victor, can I show you something?”

Thirty seconds later, Victor is a changed man.

Home Is Where The Heart Is

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Prompt: Dean has been gone for a week on an extremely intense case. You had expected him to take a long time on the case but what you didn’t expect was how much it would take out of him emotionally. When he returns to you, you have the task of pulling him back to reality from the most recent hell he has been through.

Warnings: Breif descriptions of intense events??? And then fluff fluff mcfluffers fluff

Word Count: 1,357

Song: Hold Onto Me by Mayday Parade

Originally posted by tearinmyeye

You lay on your side of the bed facing the door. You would be facing Dean if he were there, but you see nothing but the fluorescent blue light of the digital clock on the bedside table. It reads 2:47 A.M. in the glowing light and you sigh. Dean had told you the case was looking rough and he didn’t know when he would be back, but he assured you it wouldn’t be more than a week. You couldn’t help but worry about him, knowing that he was going to fight some monster that probably came from some ancient myth?! It worried you to say the least.

Sam and Cas often asked you why you out up with Deans antics. His attitude, his drinking, the way he bottled his feelings and the way he would just leave for hours some nights. That resulted in you telling them that there were parts of Dean that allowed you to see the real man that was underneath all his antics. He had allowed you to see all you needed to see, to fall in love with someone who didn’t think he could be loved.

You stare at the clock until it changes to 3:00 even and then you give in and attempt to sleep. Clutching Deans pillow to your face you breath in the scent of him and sigh. You feel yourself drifting into slumber when you see the headlights shine through the window. The sight jolts you upright and slip out of bed softly and walk to the door of your room. Deans flannel hangs on your body and falls to your mid thigh. You always slept in his shirts while he was away and he never opposed it. He loved when you would wear his clothes around him and he loved seeing how happy they made you.

You make your way down the hallway as quietly as possible, just in case, for some terrible reason, it isn’t your boyfriend that just walked into your house. You quietly poke your head around the corner and a smile plays its way onto your face. You know his stature and the way he closes the door with his foot. He flips on the lights for the living room and jumps slightly when you come around the corner. You gasp slightly at his state.

“Dean! Dear God, what happened to you?!” you ask as you walk over to him. The urge to wrap yourself around him and breathe him in, in the longest hug you have ever given is so strong. You hold yourself back as to not hurt him anymore than he already is.

“I’m fine now, come here.” He says quietly. He pulls you to him and you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He smells just as his pillow does and it comforts you to no end.

“Dean I have to get you cleaned up, c'mon.” You say attempting to push away from him. He says nothing but tightens his grip on you.

“Dean please, let me take care of you, please?” You ask rubbing his back. His grip losens on you and you step back and take his hand. You lead him to the kitchen table and pull out a chair for him to sit on. You walk into the kitchen and pull out the first-aid kit. Walking back to Dean you notice he hasn’t taken his eyes off of one spot on the floor.

“Dean?” You ask. His eyes don’t move from the floor and you kneel in front of him taking the peroxide out and dabbing it onto the cotton cloth. You wipe it over the largest cut on his arm and then wrap gauze around it. His eyes are still trained on the floor next to you. You set the items down and reach up to force Dean to face you.

“Dean, look at me.” You say holding his face to look at yours. His eyes are glazed over with what seems to be tears. His states into your eyes for a moment and then searches your face. You swallow the lump forming in your throat. “What. Happened?”

“It got in my head Y/N. All it did was show me all the ways it could possibly conjure up in its sick little mind to kill you. Sam had left for more beer and to get another copy of some book he lost. It snuck in through the vent and messed with my head. I didn’t know what to expect when I got back. I didn’t know if it was real or not….I didn’t know if I would come back and get to hold you again…or if I would have to see another person I love dead.” He said. Tears slowly begin to fall down his cheeks and they well in your eyes as well.

“I’m right here.” You say wiping tears from his face. He nods and sighs holding onto your wrists. You pull yourself up to his lips and plant yours softly on them. After breaking away from him, you proceed to clean the rest of his cuts. Once you’re finished he stands and follows you into the kitchen. You turn and Dean looks down at you. He slowly lifts the flannel you’re wearing only enough to expose your stomach. His eyes close and he leans his head back slightly pulling you into his embrace again.

“I’m fine Dean. I promise. The only pain I felt while you were gone was the hurt of not being with you. Thats all. Well, I might have stubbed my toe once but other than that.” You joke. He smiles slightly before lifting you in his arms. You smile and lean your head on his shoulder.

He lays you down on the bed before sitting down and taking off his boots and jeans. He is left in his boxers and a dirty flannel similar to the clean one you’re wearing. He unbuttons the shirt and tosses it toward the hamper at the other side of the room. He lays down in his spot on the bed and turns to face you.

“I know we have problems, I know we fight, and I know I’m not the best person in the world.” He starts.

“Dean.” You say. He shakes his head and puts a finger to your lips.

“But I want you to know that I would be nothing without you. You’ve allowed me to come to terms with who I am and who I was. I’ve fallen so in love with you that even the thought of you hurting KILLS me inside. I spent the whole drive back hoping with everything that I had, that I wouldn’t come home to a dead body somewhere in this house. That I wouldn’t come home to your dead body. When I saw you come around the corner, everything fell into place again. I was okay, everything was okay, because you were okay. After all of that, the only thing I wanted was to be able to hold you in my arms, and now I can, and that makes everything right again.” Dean rambles. His hand brushes against your cheek and you stare into his deep eyes. You pull him to you and kiss him deeply.

“I love you. My god do I love you.” You laugh. He smiles and kisses your nose lightly.

“I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you Y/N. I didn’t know what love was until I found you. I didn’t have a home until I found you. You’re literally everything to me. If something ever were to hurt you-” Dean starts. You shake your head cutting him off.

“Nothing is going to hurt me. Not when I’ve got all of this, and you, to live for. A fight with me will be a fight they won’t win.” You say. He smiles and kisses you deeply one last time before you two fall into a deep sleep, ridding yourselves of the emotional downs the past hours had brought.

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I’m not as confident about this one as I am about my other ones so far, so I’m sorry if its shit