i love this photo of zouje so much cause it was 2am and we had just gotten home and showered off after an amazing concert so i snapped this candid with my brand new camera and this photo brings back all the memories
OKAY SO I’m not very good with expressing myself with this sort of thing (haro would be a much better candidate for this as she is much better at this than me lol), but I wanna talk about THIS SMILE. This smile has always stood out to me cause it says a lot about America’s character.
America is all smiles more often than not. He’s just a nice, happy guy, so of course he smiles a lot. That’s just who he is. But this smile- this smile is different from his usual smiles. It’s a genuine, sincerely happy smile. America is pretty much a big ball of sunshine to begin with, but this smile right here just radiates happiness.
He’s genuinely happy about England’s gift. He’s so happy he has tears coming out of the side of his eyes. Rather than just tease England (which he does as well cause, hey, he’s America and that’s what he does), he honestly tells England how happy he is. If only he could be more honest more often though THAT GOES FOR YOU TOO ENGLAND
This strip is amazing and it also gave us these wonderful expressions.
I love America’s expression because he just looks so… thrown off his guard. (Which, in turn, leads to that amazing smile mentioned above. <3) And, of course, England being so preciously embarrassed and…
Okay, I’m done. They’re just so precious that I could probably go on for awhile (and this is only one strip lol) but I won’t.
(also obvs this is just my opinion so if you disagree that’s great people interpret stuff differently so yay)
Walburga Black went to Hogwarts the same time as Tom Riddle, was in the same house as Tom Riddle, was frequently said to not only be a horrid woman but to completely and utterly worship the Dark Arts, and had two sons whose entire existence pretty much revolved around them not knowing who they were, trying to be someone that they weren’t, and ultimately growing to despise Voldemort…
…and yet somehow the people who wrote The Cursed Child didn’t think that Sirius Orion Black and/or Regulus Arcturus Black were the perfect candidates for a story about a woman who bore Voldemort’s son.
I mean I just…how do you miss an opportunity so perfect?
First of all, you would set the story in the Marauders era, which, I mean, yes.
And second of all, either brother you choose would give you so much potential for a story.
You would either have Sirius who has spent his entire life running away from his family and their love of the dark arts only to have it be revealed that his very blood is dark because he’s the son of the darkest wizard of all time.
Or you would have Regulus who has spent his entire life trying to please his family and boy doesn’t that just become a bit more stressful when it turns out that his father is the darkest wizard of all time.
Think of the drama, think of the story, think of the potential.
But you didn’t, did you? You didn’t think. Instead we got Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and a trolley witch who throws pumpkin pasty grenades.
After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up plan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.
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A/N: leT ME TELL YOU this was longer than expected, but you guys love this story so much so ya’ll will enjoy it. Smut chapter is next and I’m rolling up my sleeves on it. If you want to be tagged just ask and if I forgot you, (because people are constantly asking to be tagged so I forget a few people) I do apologize
The light poured in through the open windows. You squinted at the rays and pulled the duvet over your head. Bucky’s arm was wrapped around your waist. He groaned and buried his head in the pillow. His grip tightened on your hips, but quickly loosened. You were about to fall asleep once again when your phone rang. An annoyed moan escaped your lips. You turned and reached over Bucky’s torso to grab your phone.
“Hullo,” Your voice rough.
“Y/N did I wake you?” Your Mother asked.
“No,” You lied, “I was just….making breakfast."
"I see,” You knew that she was smiling. You could practically hear it through the phone. “Tomorrow is the gala. You know the one that your Father’s company hosts each year. I’d like for you to come. It would be your first time.”
The charity gala happens every year. All of your Father’s coworkers and bosses, get together for some drinking, eating and mingling. There is even an auction. Women and men volunteer to be auctioned off as dates and all the money goes to charity. The idea of being auctioned off makes you think of slavery, but other people think differently because the money goes to charity. Nonetheless, the idea puts a bad taste in your mouth.
“I don’t know,” You said. “I don’t even have a dress.”
“That’s okay! Your sister and I are going dress shopping today.” You winced, knowing there was no excuse to get out of this one. “We’ll pick you up at around 2 PM, be ready by then, Erika doesn’t like waiting.”
You gave her the address to the house and hung up. Your shoulders slumped and let your phone fall onto the bed before settling back under the sheets.
“Who was that?” Bucky asked.
“My Mother,” You mumbled. “We have to go to a charity gala tomorrow.”
“Dress code?” He questioned.
“Formal of course,” You said. “You’re gonna need a suit.”
You and Bucky have been to enough formal parties, galas and other occasions to know the routine. Thanks to Tony, who had probably gone to more galas than you can count. Fortunately, back when you were a teen you weren’t able to go because it’s 18+. Now, you’re over the age restriction which means that your Mother is ecstatic to have her whole family there.
“Is your entire family going?” He asked.
“Nope,” You were relieved. Your Aunts never went, mainly because they all have children that were under 15, so there was no one to care for them.
“Are you going out?”
“Yes,” You sighed. “Mother wants to go dress shopping. Call Tony, maybe he can recommend a tailor or tell you where the nearest Men’s Warehouse is.” You patted his chest and pushed yourself off the bed.
“I’ll be back later, Bucky,” You called and adjusted the strap of your small backpack.
He nodded and pecked your lips, knowing that your sister and Mother were watching. “Tony hired this specialist, they’re gonna get me fitted for a suit.”
“Make sure it’s a black tie,” You added as you walked away from the door.
“Y/N, Bucky is good-looking and rich? You hit the jackpot!” Your sister exclaimed when you entered the car.
“This is Mr. Stark’s home. Not Bucky’s,” You snorted at her comment.
The store you went to, was in Hollywood of course. It was a very expensive store and you certainly weren’t rich. Beautiful gowns were lined up on racks along the walls. A clerk approached the three of you.
“Welcome, ladies, how may I help you today?” She asked.
“We’re looking for evening gowns,” Your mother said.
“Event?” The woman asked.
“Gala,” Erika intervened.
“Right this way.” You followed her further into the store until you reached back section where even more dresses were waiting to be picked. You began a search for your own dress. Very lazily, you eyed each dress you touched. In reality, you didn’t know what you were looking for. You didn’t know what color, what design.
“See anything you like?” Erika asked. You shook your head as she took out a dress and motioned for the clerk to put it in her dressing room.
“Would you ladies like some champagne?” A different clerk asked.
You smiled and gladly took a glass from the tray she held. Erika on the other hand, refused. She wrinkled her nose, “I absolutely despise that stuff.”
“You’re no fun,” You mumbled as you threw your head back and guzzled down the strong liquid. The next half hour you walked around the store, with your glass in hand and your mind not there. You didn’t want to be here, but here you sadly were.
When it was your mother’s turn to try on her dresses, you and Erika sat down on the provided couch while she got into her first gown. You had lost count of the amount of champagne glasses you had consumed, yet you continued to request a refill.
“So Y/N,” Your sister began. “How’s Bucky in bed?”
You nearly spit out your champagne. Instead, you choked on the liquid and coughed violently. “Did Betty put you up to this?” You eyed her.
She shook her head, “Can’t I ask? It’s not like I didn’t tell you the first time David and I had sex.”
“Yes and I am forever grateful for that valuable information,” You said sarcastically. The last time you had sex, was in a one night stand. You certainly weren’t going to tell her that.
Your mother tried on all four of her dresses. After ten minutes of arguing, all three of you came to a conclusion that dress number 2 was the better choice. Your sister was next. She jumped up excitedly and waltzed into the dressing rooms. You leaned back and ran your finger over the rim of the glass.
“Are you okay Y/N?” Your Mom asked.
You were pulled out of your daze and turned to look at her before giving her a sheepish smile, “I’m great.”
“I love it!” Erika exclaimed as she walked out of the dressing room. “Mom look at the sweetheart neckline!” She squealed and ran her hands over her chest.
“It looks good,” Your mother agreed.
“But,” Erika added. “It doesn’t show my curves and the color is too bright.” Without another word, she disappeared back into the dressing room.
Erika tried on a total of 7 dresses. You offered pointers on which ones looked good and which ones didn’t. Finally, she was brought down to two dressed. A black tight gown with a sweetheart neckline that she adores and a pale pink maxi dress that had a thigh split. After careful consideration, she went with the black dress.
“Your turn, Y/N.” Erika smiled.
“Oh, I didn’t find anything,” You said bluntly.
“We aren’t leaving until you find something,” Your mother threatened.
You turned to the clerk, “Surprise me.”
Minutes late you found yourself in the changing room with three different gowns. The first one was such a terrible combination of red and white, that you didn’t bother to come out of the room. Instead, you slipped into the second dress. A beautiful creme colored dress with a plunging neckline. A thick gold belt rested just below your breasts. The skirt split at the thigh and you had to admit, you looked great. You walked out of the dressing room and stood on the elevated platform in front of the mirror. Your mother and sister seemed to approve.
“That looks amazing,” Erika said.
“You look like a goddess,” Your Mother added.
“My boobs are pushed up to my ears,” You complained and pulled up the neckline. You lifted the skirt and walked off the platform.
“This is the last dress, Miss,” The clerk said as she took out the third dress. You handed her the gown you just had on and slipped into the dark blue one.
It was tight and showed off every single curve you had. The loose mermaid end trailed behind you. The torso was a wrap around. It hugged your neck and showed off a small piece of your stomach in the shape of a triangle. You walked out of the room.
“That is your dress,” Erika said and did a small clap of glee.
“That looks stupendous,” Your mother agreed. “You are taking it.”
You examined yourself in the mirror. You felt beautiful. Like a queen. Like you could conquer an entire country and gladly rule it alone.
“This is my dress,” You repeated and you believed it.
“Doll,” Bucky knocked on the bathroom door. “Are you ready?”
Your heart nearly fell down to your ass. You were ready, yes, you were just really nervous. With a last quick glance in the mirror, you nodded and walked towards the door. Your heels clicking against the marble floor.
Your hand rested on the knob before you slid the doors open. Bucky was standing on the other side, your jaw fell agape. He wore a perfectly fitted tuxedo. His white dressing shirt stretched out against his chest and the black tie hung perfectly tied around his neck. His hair was combed back to keep it out of his face. Overall, Bucky looked handsome.
“That specialist did a good job,” You noted.
“Y/N,” he began. “You look gorgeous.”
You blushed and let your gaze fall to your covered feet. He tilted your chin up using his index finger. His blue eyes met yours and it was a brief moment of intense eye sex.
He cleared his throat, “We should get going.”
You nodded and he took a step back before offering you his arm. A smile pulled at the corner of your lips as your looped your arm through his.
Instead of leading you outside to where your car was parked, Bucky took you to Tony’s car garage. Cars were lined up under the florescent lights. Different colors, brand and design.
“Stark doesn’t have to find out,” Bucky grinned mischievously and walked towards a Camaro.
“But what if he does,” You insisted. “Or what if something happens, I certainly can’t pay off a car like this one.” You motioned to the Lamborghini.
“Nothing bad will happen, Y/N.” He looked at you. “Have a little faith in your man.” He winked and you rolled your eyes before reluctantly sliding into the passenger seat of a black Corvette.
Bucky found the keys and stuck them into he ignition. The engine roared to life. The doors opened and Bucky raced out of the garage. Tires squealing against the concrete as speedometer told the miles per hour.
There was a exhilarating feeling that was rising inside you. Adrenaline. The need for speed. A wide smile broke onto your face and you laughed. Bucky joined you as he accelerated the speed. This was a side of Bucky you’ve never seen before. He was being cocky. And you liked it.
You arrive at the gala, arm in arm with Bucky. Several people that you barely knew came forwards and striked up a conversation. Telling you about how you’ve grown and how you look like a women now. Bucky identified himself as your boyfriend and they wished you many happy years.
Your grip tightened on Bucky’s arm when you spotted someone you haven’t seen in years. Adam Clair was your boyfriend for 2 years, until he broke your heart and turned to a spunky redhead. It took so long to get over him, now all you felt for him was rage. A blond now clung onto his arm.
“Shit,” You muttered under your breath when he spotted you.
“What is it?” Bucky asked.
“My ex is walking over here,” You looked at him.
“You want me to punch him?” He asked.
“What? No!” You whisper-yelled.
You pulled your best fake smile and straightened up as you looked at him.
“Hi Adam,” Your cheeks throbbed from all the smiling. “How have you been?”
“Busy running a business,” He said smugly. After Adam’s father died, he inherited Clair & Co.
“Sounds exhausting,” You rolled your eyes.
“This is my fiancée, Briana Knight.” Adam introduced the blond.
You were a bit taken aback. You didn’t expect him to be tied down to one girl for so long. Nevertheless, here he was, with a fiancée. She smiled widely and extended her arm for a handshake
“So nice to meet you Briana,” You stated kindly. Briana shook Bucky’s hand as well. “This is Bucky Barnes, my boyfriend.”
“Barnes?” Adam asked, his gaze drifted to Bucky’s arm. His metal one. Realization flashed across his eyes. “You’re The Bucky Barnes! The Winter Soldier! No wonder you looked so familiar.”
Bucky stiffened beside you. The tension between you tightened as Adam continued to talk.
“Man, always knew you liked a bit of danger in your life Y/N, but never imagined you’d date a criminal,” he laughed and you burned with anger. “An assassin.” He burst into laughter.
Briana gave an apologetic frown. Sympathy showing clearly in her hazel eyes.
You stepped towards Adam, but before you could do anything else, Bucky wrapped an arm around yours and pulled you away. Before you could give Adam hell, you were already being dragged away.
“Let it go,” Bucky said.
“I can’t just let him say that stuff!” You huffed.
“Yes you can, I’m already used to it, Y/N.” He paused. “Besides can’t let you attack him, you’ll probably break a few bones. You’re too pretty to be angry right now, doll.”
“Boy do you have a way with words, Barnes,” You said alluringly.
You found the table that your family was sitting and joined them. Your Father commented that you looked beautiful in the dress and your Mother butted in, saying that she picked it out. Erika sat proudly next to her fiancé, Ashton. Rose, Jay’s wife sat alone, with your brother nowhere to be seen.
The night dragged on, you already ate and the auction was soon to commence. You wanted to leave already, but your Mother just kept on pulling you or Bucky into a different conversation. Your Dad absolutely loved Bucky. He talked about various things with him and the other men.
“It’s to bring out your wallets ladies and gentlemen, because we’re about to begin the auction.” A man on the stage announced.
Many people straightened up and turned their attention to the stage. Some men were smugly talking about how much money they were planning on spending. A few of the ladies were whispering excitedly, talking about which men hopefully would bid on them. You winced at their words.
Bucky placed a hand on your knee. You looked at him, he smiled slyly at you. You were grateful for his continuous encouragement throughout the entire time.
His hand began to slide higher until it rested on your thigh. You sucked in a sharp breath and your stomach caved in. Your heart began to play a game of ‘See How Fast I Can Beat.’ A heavy exhale escaped your lips. You knew that he knew what he was doing to you. He looked at you from the corner of his eye. Never in your life did you want to kiss him as much as you wanted to right now.
You stood up abruptly and excused yourself from the table. Your cheeks burned as you moved swiftly among the tables. The bathroom was in a secluded area. Before you stepped inside, you leaned against a tall column.
“You okay there, doll?” Bucky asked.
You turned and glared at him. He smiled at the fact that you couldn’t hide the lust that filled your eyes. He stepped closer until your back was pinned up against the column.
His lips captured yours in a heated kiss. Bucky’s hands explored your body until they settled on the curve of your cloth-covered bottom. You tried not to moan when his mouth left yours. He left a trail of hot wet kisses on your neck.
“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered against your skin.
His low voice sent a chill down your spine that only fueled the fire in your core. Your chest heaved violently against his.
“Bucky,” You said breathlessly. “We can’t do this here.”
He pulled back and looked at you, the desire in his eyes was clear. “You want to get out of here?”
“Hell yeah,” You replied as he took your hand. The two of you sneaked away from the gala and into the open air where the valet was already waiting.
what others think i mean:
i listen to Taylor Swift's music sometimes
what i mean:
I'm literally obsessed with every aspect of her life, i know all of her friends and their careers and how they know taylor and cute stories about taylor with all of them, i have over a thousand candids and funny gifs and videos of her saved on my computer, i know every single word to every single song she's ever written, sang, or looked at, i know where she is on any moment of any day, i know random facts about her childhood, i run a blog dedicated to her that i spend my life on, i relate everything in life to her and her music, i spend my time wishing i could meet her or talk to her or take a picture with her, i bought every single piece of music she has on iTunes, i talk to all my friends about her, and what she's doing and i look up to her like a big sister