it is such a lovely package after all

“I almost married my high school sweetheart. She was a sharp girl. Very kind. Long brown hair, slim– the whole package. We moved to California together after graduation. We spent all our time together. We were in love. We even talked about marriage several times. Then one morning she decided she didn’t want to do it anymore. She told me things had changed. It destroyed me. Ever since then, she’s been the one that I’ve always wondered about. I actually saw her a couple years ago. She came to New York for her father’s funeral, and we took a walk in Central Park together. I hadn’t seen her in forty-five years. She looked amazing. Exactly the same as I remembered. She had two kids. She’d gotten married to some guy from Yale. Toward the end of our walk, she told me that if she could do it all over again, she probably would have never married the guy. I said: ‘That breaks my heart, because all these years I imagined you were happy.’ Of course, there might have been a small part of me that was thinking: ‘Haha! You married the wrong guy.’”

I’m going to seriously die if the major conflict between Bitty and his parents this year isn’t him coming out, but if Bitty and Suzanne legit fall out over him using Aunt Judy’s jam recipe. 

Imagine Bitty and Suzanne, in true Southern fashion, the subtle and not-so-subtle passive-aggressive snipes and asides:

“Oh, Dicky, I was planning to send you a care package, but I’ve seen how much you enjoy getting things from your Aunt Judy–” 

“Mother, please–” 

“She shared some of those pictures from Mr. Alexei, showing off all that jam you sent to the Falconers! They must’ve loved that recipe so much, Dicky!” 

“Well, yes, but–” 

“And you couldn’t’ve gotten all those berries up north, so I figured she must’ve sent some up already. Me sending any, they’d’ve just gone to waste! What. a. shame. that would’ve been.” 

And of course it escalates, to where they’re gritting their teeth through every conversation and furiously complain to their partners after every time they speak. 

Coach, of course, doesn’t care, and wants to stay out of it, but Bitty interprets his silence for taking his mother side. And Bitty probably was already thinking about staying part of the summer in Providence with Jack…. 

Mentioning that to Suzanne, however, opens up a whole new can of worms:

“You’re neglecting your family!” 

“It’s just one summer!”

“It was just one batch of Judy’s jam, at first! Now you’re making it like you’re fixin’ to feed an army, and when’s the last time you made our recipe, hm?”

“That’s not the same thing and you know it, Mother–”

“But it’s tradition. You always come down for the 4th of July!”

“I can do to skip one year. They’re’ll be plenty more to come.”

“Do they even celebrate the 4th up there?” 

“Oh for–Yes, Mother. If I stay with Jack we’ll celebrate Canada Day, too. That’s twice the celebrating! Twice the tradition.” 

“Don’t take that tone with me, young man.” 


“–I just don’t know what’s got into you, Dicky! It’s like I don’t even know you anymore!” 

At that point the fight gets real.  Tempers flare, Words are spoken, and tears are shed, and in the end, Bitty snaps: 

“You know what’s got into me? Fine. I’m gay. I’m dating Jack. and I’m staying with my boyfriend over the summer. Deal with it, Mother!”

At which point Suzanne snaps back: 

“Well fine! That still doesn’t excuse your sorry excuse for preserves!” 

and hangs up on him. 

She calls him back immediately: 

“And just so you know, Jack Zimmermann is a wonderful young man who is welcome in my house any time. You are free to come home as soon as you come off that high horse’ve yours and re-learn some manners!”

She hangs up again. 

And that is my happy head canon of how Bitty comes out to his mother and doesn’t speak to her again for two months, not because he’s gay, but because of jam. 

Jack Zimmermann, on the other hand, receives a congratulatory call, a warm welcome into the family, and weekly care packages with rainbow-themed note cards saying “To Jack, my favorite son.” (You didn’t think Bitty got his saltiness from Coach, did you?) 

(For his part, Coach calls Bitty for an awkward but warm “So your mother says you’re gay, that right? Dating Zimmermann, too? Well. Guess you got some good taste there, Junior.”)

About Ships, G.C.F, Jungkook and Jimin and ship wars

This is an open reply to a wonderful post by @noransaekk . I was inspired by it but I don’t claim that the original poster shares my opinion. These thoughts are my own thoughts! Also, this is in no shape or form an attack on other ships, nor am I trying to convince anyone in anything. It is merely an opinion and an invite to a peaceful discussion. So, let’s beginn:

I will start by saying this: shipping is a part of every Kpop fandom, of the industry as a whole, idols know this and they are encouraged to use it. Simply said: shipping draws attention to an artist and therefore from a business point of view helps the sales. Regarding BTS there are three main controversial ships (I’m not naming them, all of you know them) and each of them has its moments. Some more eyebrow raising, others more.. speculative (for lack of a better world) but nonetheless everyone is free to ship whatever they want as long as it does no harm to the band and other people! In a way shipping is helpful because it creates discussions about heteronormativity, sexuality, society and etc.

Regarding BTS, in the second half of 2017 and particularly after G.C.F shipping took a different form.

But lets start a little back..

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I’m healing, healing from the broken heart I never understood, from the jump my chest made at the mention of your name, the longing late night prose and grasping at the tiles of my bathroom floor. I’m healing, we spend our entire lives doing so. I’d never admit to loving you, maybe now I can. Maybe now I can read what you inspired without feeling the ‘almosts’ consume me. But my heart still hurts and my eyes still ache I don’t think that’s something you get over. I feel so much and I felt too much for you, you are a love packaged in with pain. Thank you, thank you for being a muse to my suffering and just that, thank you for being my suffering. I felt the depths of my heart and without that i’d be unaware of how far to leap so thank you for taking me to the edge. Now I know i’m able to do so without throwing myself off, that’s always the fear, I love heights a little bit too much. You were my cliff, my god I loved you. I jumped day after day until It broke down all I had left to catch me, still hoping one day it would be you
—  before–you-go 
I met the Sweetest Couple

So just a heads up I’m mentioning race but it’s not negative at all, quite positive, and crucial to the story.

So I’m stocking things in our cosmetics, and I see this male (white) frantically looking around in our black hair care section, glasses askeew, hair all meessed up. I ask him if he needs help finding anything and the poor guy was shaking like a leaf but he breathes this huge sigh of relief when he notices me. (Note: I’m black, native american, and samoan).

He proceeds to explain to me his girlfriend (also mixed like me) has been wanting to transition her hair for a while from perm to natural. But everytime she thinks about it she realizes the products and upkeep necessary are just too much for her. So I immideatly jump into action as transitioning is something I’ve had experience with before.

I ask him about her hair type; the texture, the thickness, fragility, everything. Based off his description I start giving him the low down on how perms work and point out the products she would need to grow out her hair happily. The things she’d have to do and what not. He just nods eagerly and soaks up the information like a sponge. He then buys this cute basket since it’s around Easter time we have tons of these things, to put it all in.

Since I had helped him find the products I was familiar with I actually look up tons of coupons for them like buy one get one ½ off, or buy two get one free. He’s so grateful and estatic, it was contagious happiness.

Well a a week later I see him come with his girlfriend. After he points me out to her she makes a beeline towards me. Shakes my hand, asks for a hug, an tells me how lovely all the products are that she recieved. How she’s so happy that her boyfriend did this and I helped them both so much by doing this. She left a stellar review for me apparently to my manager and my store site. AND THEN, she leaves this huge package of homebaked cookies and I guess she knew the rules on our gift policy cause she also sneakily left a gift card in there with a bit of money on it.

They were so nice, they make up for all my shitty experiences

My dear trans kids, 

Using body lotion or deodorant etc. that represents your gender identity can be one of those little things that make you feel happy when you are in the closet and can’t take any “big” steps yet. 

If you live together with someone else, you may worry that they will question why you use those products (especially when it would be unsafe if they found out you’re trans). Here are some possible excuses why you use them: 


- “I get headaches from the scent of most deodorants, this is the only one I can tolerate”  

- “I’m allergic to (something that’s usually in those products) and this is the best one I found that doesn’t have it”  

- “I love to try out new things/I got bored of all (..) products smelling the same” 

- If gendered body care products make you dysphoric, you might like to use the ones for sensitive skin, they’re usually fragrance-free and gender neutral. Using those will (usually) need no explanation or excuse at all.  

- “I noticed my skin feels less greasy/irritated/itchy after using (…) products” 

- “I got this one by mistake/because my usual one was out of stock - and I fell in love with it!”  

For trans boys: 

-  “Men’s deodorant works better/is stronger”

- “Girly products are often overpriced, this one is not in a pink package but it works just as well and is way cheaper!” (You may have heard of this called “pink tax”) 

- For trans girls: 

- “Men’s products just smell too strong/I wanted a softer, more subtle scent” 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

PS: If using products that are labeled as the gender you were assigned at birth makes you dysphoric or not really depends on the person (and even for one person, may depend on the day or the specific product), so it can be anything from nice but by no means important to me to necessary for me to get through the day - and no matter where you stand on this, you’re “trans enough”!  If you read this and think “I don’t care about that at all” or even “But I like the way (..)’s products smell even tho I do not identify as (..)” or similar, that’s great, too! 

Jikook moments you should know

These are my favorite moments. If you are also a jikook shipper, read and see if you have missed any of them:)

  • Jk spanking Jm’s ass on run bts

This is a lengendary one so…I guess you all saw it before:)

  • Satellite jeon

Jk follows Jm everywhere, and this is why we call him satellite jeon.

  • Piggyback

How cute they carry each other on their backs. Don’t forget the recent one, which Jk adjust the way he hold Jm to make sure he is comfortable.

  • 21 century girls

There are two parts in the song which Jm and Jk came to the front to interact with each other. It is confirmed that they came up with the idea together.

  • Jk willing to pay for Jm’s parents’ birthday

Jm once said he would like to hold a party for his parents in a dome. While other members were saying it was expensive, Jm said Jk would pay for it, and Jk answered with a positive answer later:)

  • Lights off back hugs& back hugs

A lights off back hug by Jm to Jk is captured on a recent concert in Taiwan. However Jk was the one who usually back hugs Jm:)

  • Jk rests his chin on Jm’s shoulder

When a lot of artists were going to take a group photo, Jk pulled Jm near and rested his chin on Jm’s shoulder, he even bent down just to close his eyes and enjoy this little moment. He didn’t care about the photo.

  • Jk held Jm’s waist and danced together

I seriously think they look like a couple dancing at a school prom. At last Jm leaned to Jk and they had no personal space at all:)

  • Touches on stage

All those unnecessary touches and their chemistries on stage are moments I love.

  • Spanking asses on stage

Jk likes to spank Jm’s ass whenever he had a chance.

  • Jm Stole meat from Jk

When 3j are on a vlive, Jk cut some steak for himself, however cute little stealer Jm stole his meat away two times, and Jk didn’t say anything, just smiled and kept on cutting the meat.

  • Jk waits for jm

We all know how slow Jm is, however Jk always waits for Jm to walk together.

  • Mocks each other

Jm sometimes mocks Jk. But Jk apparently has the most enthusiasm to mock everything Jm did.

  • Jk making jokes about Jm’s father

Jm drew some cute puppies for Line, however Jk said it reminded him of Jm’s dad. They surely are close enough to make jokes about anothers’ father.

  • Jm change lyrics

Jm changed his lyrics in Best of me “Stop all the miserys and bring me jungkookie”. (It was supposed to be heaven at the end of the line.)

  • Jk fully focused on jm

On a video Jk was paying full attention to Jm’s action, words and there were no others in his eye. This is the most OBVIOUS one, but it is not famous so if you need link just ask me below:)

  • Jk watch jm singing I need u

When they are doing an acoustic version of I need u, Jk’s head couldn’t help but keep turning to see Jm sing.

  • Jk take food from hobi to jm

Hobi was tricking Jm with food, however when he was about to eat it Jk came and took away to give it to Jm.

  • Jeonlous about rm hugging jm

On a fansign, rm kept making Jm going closer to him (hugging Jm). Jk looked unpleased and didn’t respond to Jm when he talked to him, later used his arms to make a heart to armys with a cold face.

  • Their matching clothes

They often wear matching clothes and there are too many times so I couldn’t count now:))

  • Lost puppy look

They walked together on the way to work, Jk looked like a lost puppy when he couldn’t find Jm after he turned around.

  • Dancing and Singing together

Their voices match perfectly and when they dance together, you could see different styles and how good they are. They made each other look better.

  • Jk staring at jm on the back

If you zoomed in some of Jm’s individual interviews, you can see Jk staring Jm hard behind.

  • Jk sleeps at Jm’s room every night

Jk said his bed is uncomfortable so he always goes to Jm and hobi’s room to sleep.

  • Jk made jm come to his room

On a vlive, when Jm decided not to come into Jm’s room, Jk played Jm’s “Lie” to make him come back to him. Jk succeeded and later the legendary stare happened.

  • Jk comforting jm

Jm cried on a concert in a dome in japan, Jk went to him to comfort him by touching his neck, however Jk started to cry too after seeing that.

  • Jk ran to jm for holding hands

When they are going to bow at the end of the concert, Jk ran from the other side of the stage to Jm to hold hands and bent down together after that.

  • The photo jk took for jm

There are many Jm’s photo on Jk’s phone, he had posted a few of them(ex:Jm sleeping). We know he loves to take photos for Jm however he never posted the rest of them.

  • Influencing each other’s taste of music

Jm loves “paper hearts” from Tori Kelly, Jk made a cover for it. Jk loves Troye Sivan, Jm wore jeans with the lyrics from “youth” on them which was sung by Troye Sivan.

  • Jk knows all about jm

Jk knows Jm so well that he sometimes was able to answer questions for Jm before he answer.

  • Jk searched for old videos to watch Jm

Jk said he searched for old videos to watch Jm, and he thought Jm grew up well after seeing them. However why would a maknae watch old videos to see his hyung growing up??

  • So cuuuutttteee

Jm was swimming in a pool with a cute pose in the summer package video. Jk kept laughing and saying Jm was so cuutttteee. Again Jk is the MAKNAE.

  • Jk and Jm goes on a vacation to Japan alone

Jk bought the tickets for Jm’s birthday, and they traveled to japan on their own recently.

  • Jk calling Jm “baby”

Yet some people says bts called each other “baby”, it’s NOT appropriate to call someone older than you in Korea. Unless you are a couple. However Jk did.

There are more actually but I chose to put the ones that are more special than others. I select them objectively so mostly are facts.

I also want to say Jk definitely treats Jm different. MAKNAE seldom keeps praising older ones. He is YOUNGER than Jm, yet he showed his love to Jm whenever he can. It’s not that common in Korea, which Korean bloggers told us.

Do you enjoy my post:)))

If you want to share on other platforms, you can screenshot and post it. But please tell them this is from me on Tumblr, and I will be thankful about that:) love you all❤️


She’s Just Not That Into You » Part III (A Harry Styles Miniseries)

Miss the previous parts? Part One » Part Two

As always, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained. Thank you so much for reading the first two parts!  I hope part three is just as enjoyable for you all.

Let me know what you think! Happy reading.

Originally posted by glamour-divine

Although Harry had been disappointed to not receive your personal phone number, he still called “Megan” the next day to set up an appointment to see you. The earliest you can see him for a consulting appointment is in two weeks, and when Megan breaks the news to him, he nearly chokes on his morning tea.

Two weeks?

There wasn’t a logical way to see you sooner. There wasn’t a way to spin it in order for him to pop into your shop, especially considering he still had to sign the final papers to make the house his. How could he explain to you that he hadn’t quite sealed the deal yet, so you’d be decorating a completely hypothetical space? He’d already felt like an idiot in front of you, getting caught snooping around your bookshelves, and he wasn’t too keen on feeling like that around you anytime soon.

So, he waits.

He busies himself with packing up the items he knew he wouldn’t need: small, decorative sculptures, a majority of his books, the picture frames that littered nearly every spare surface of his home, his summer clothing that he knew would be completely unnecessary for at least five more months. Once he gets news that the final papers are ready to sign and the house is his, he cleans every nook and cranny of his current house, figuring it might as well be good to spruce it up for the new owners. He meets old friends for lunch, he takes his mother out for dinner, and he begs his sister to come over for a movie night.

And, of course, he reads. He reads the book you spoke so highly of, immersing himself within the worlds of each character, wondering which one you connected with most. Did you cry at the same parts he did? Did you have the same pit in your stomach that he experienced whenever the subject matter turned particularly dark? He needed to know what happened next, reading late into the night, promising himself he would go to bed after he finished the page he was on, but knowing he wouldn’t stop until he could no longer open his eyes.

The two weeks pass, but they feel more like a month and a half than they do a fortnight.

When the day of the meeting comes around, he peeks into the storefront, smiling at your name on the door. He meanders around your shop after checking in with Megan. She nods when he states his presence - a meek little thing with big brown eyes and a nervous giggle - and notifies you that “Mr. Styles is here,” via the bulky black telephone on her desk. He can feel the girl’s eyes on him as he walks around, recognizing some of the pieces from your website.

“Hi!” your voice echoes from behind him, your heels clicking against the concrete floor.

Harry turns around, fully expecting a normal salutation to escape his lips, but instead, his voice catches in his throat. You’re wholly professional, the version of yourself he saw in the magazine shoots. Cropped black pants with pointed-toe heels, a blazer rolled up to your elbows.

You look like you run the place - which, of course you do.

“How are you?” you ask before kissing his cheek and bringing him in for a hug.

That’s a bit better, he thinks to himself, remembering how previously, you’d greeted Nick more lovingly than you had Harry.

“Good, good,” he takes a step back from you, hoping your perfume had transferred onto him so he could smell you on him later - so he could pretend that reality wasn’t against him and that your scent was stuck to him for reasons other than a professional greeting. “Yourself?”

“Excited!” you clap your hands together. “Before we go back, let’s walk around a bit so you can get a sense of where I’m coming from, design-wise.”

He nods, pretending not to have already extensively researched “where you’re coming from,” and follows you until you stop in front of the mock room setups, pointing out some of your favorite pieces.

“Marble is really in,” you explain, tapping a stone coffee table. “But I try not to overdo it. If you like the look of marble - if you like this exact table, even - this would be the only marble piece I’d choose for whatever room.”

Taking his chin between his thumb and forefinger, Harry nods, inspecting the table and picturing it in his new living room. He likes it. Come to think of it, he liked everything. And it wasn’t just to appease you - there was no reason to like a chair just because you liked it - but he could envision nearly every piece in his new home.

“Just got these lamps in,” you turn one on. “I’m obsessed with them. Might snag them for myself,” you smile, clicking the remaining lamp on.

“How often does that ‘appen?” Harry smirks, raising an eyebrow.

“More often than it should,” you laugh. “I’m on this kick of deep greens, navy blue, and gold. Realize it’s not everyone’s cuppa tea, but if you see anything you like, there will almost always be different colors available,” you fluff a throw pillow, adjusting its position next to another.

Harry nods, imagining what his new place would look like decorated with a darker color scheme. He’d never been one for bold rooms - white was his go-to, with him being more concerned about how comfortable the furniture was instead of the color of the walls. You’d done Nick’s living room in bold, dark colors, and Harry loved it. It was his home, he’d told Harry. It wasn’t just a place he stayed and passed the time until he found somewhere else to live. It somehow felt right, even in the summertime, which Harry had initially worried about after seeing it for the first time. The home had Nick Grimshaw written all over it, and Harry was envious of how easily his best friend’s personality was packaged within every room.

He’d wanted that for himself, and you would be the one to give that to him.

He relishes in watching you work the room. You’re completely in your element, answering a couple of questions from Megan when the girl timidly approaches, letting her know that she was free to take lunch just as soon as your meeting with Harry wrapped up. You thank a middle-aged man for his order when he stops in to retrieve a rug, running to hold the door open for him as he heaves the rolled-up carpet over his shoulder. You make a joke with him as he leaves, winking at him with a smile and a wave of your hand.

Were you always this beautiful, or had Harry neglected to see how effortless your charm was?

No, that couldn’t have been the case. He’d noticed right from the second he laid eyes on you that you were something special; something different.

You lead him to the back of the expansive store, asking him questions about his current living space, wondering what pieces of furniture he wanted to keep and which he wanted to ditch.

“Oh my gosh!” you stop abruptly in the doorway to your office, clutching Harry’s shoulder as your eyes widen. “I didn’t even ask you if you wanted anything to drink! Water, coffee, tea?” you shuffle to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room, opening it and then closing it again. “I’m sorry. So sorry. I jump the gun sometimes. Get excited over the idea of a new space to transform and all that,” you laugh, rolling your eyes at yourself.

“Water would be great, thanks,” Harry smiles. He tries not to touch a hand to where you’d touched his shoulder, but he was worried you’d burned a hole through his shirt, what with how hot the area felt to him now.

He notices the familiar smell when he walks into your office, nodding his head when he sees that you’ve got yet another Diptyque candle burning on top of a filing cabinet - he can tell it’s pomegranate without even reading the label. He inspects the decor, loving the juxtaposition of clean lines set against rustic elements which make the room feel comforting and clean.

You pull out a chair with brightly colored fabric across the cushions, offering it to Harry before placing a bottle of water in front of him and walking to the opposite side of your desk.

“Okay,” you wake your computer up, scooting your chair closer to the screen. “I normally take clients through my portfolio so they can see the spaces I’ve completed, before and after I’ve gotten my hands on them.” You adjust the large monitor so Harry can view the screen as well. “Does that sound alright?”

“Of course,” he rubs his hands on his knees. “Whatever you normally do.”

You click on a file, asking Harry if he could see the screen properly. You show him your bigger projects - cafes and restaurants, along with office buildings - as well as clients who had hired you to renovate their houses. You mention how you tend to be inspired by patterns and colors, along with custom fabric you use to reupholster vintage, antique furniture.

“Do you reupholster them yourself?” he asks.

“The smaller pieces, yeah,” you nod, taking a sip from the cup of tea in front of you. “Like that chair you’re sitting on. I usually spend my free time refurbishing the pieces I find. I’ve done chairs, side tables, desks - all that,” you go on, clicking open a picture of one of your completed pieces. “Stopped doing the big stuff when my schedule got busier. Now, I work with a father-and-son team and they do the couches and loveseats,” you click again, a picture of you and two men sitting on a couch in what seems to be a workshop. “There we are,” you chuckle, quickly moving on to the next picture.

Harry knows that he can’t ask you to go back - what would you think of him if he’d insisted upon you showing him the picture again, just so he could see the way your legs crossed one over the other at the knee; how you smiled so easily, your eyes bright and your arms wrapped around the shoulders of both men. You were happy - genuinely happy - and it was a look you wore well.

“So which pieces from your current place do you want to keep?” you ask, meeting Harry’s eyes when he looks up from his lap. “If any…”

“Thinkin’ maybe,” he pulls at his bottom lip. “I’d wanna start fresh? To keep consistent?”

“Perfect,” you nod, minimizing your portfolio and bringing up a calendar. “Okay then,” you begin, moving the monitor back to its original position. “I’ll need to see your new place before I do any work-ups for you. Is there a time this week I can come and see the space?”

Harry’s heart jumps at the thought, even though your intent is purely professional.

You’d said the words, though.

You wanted to come over to his house. To his place. To his home.

“All I ‘ave is time,” he smiles. “So whatever works for you.”

Two days later, Harry finds himself waiting for you at his new property, the wintery London rain keeping him indoors as he paces back and forth in front of the large window overlooking the drive. It was just like London to rain on such a day - a day that should’ve been filled with bright sun to match the occasion - but he was used to the drizzle, no matter how much he didn’t agree with it.

His phone rings, the vibration in his back pocket causing him to jump. An unknown number flashes on the screen, and when he picks up, he’s surprised to hear your voice on the other line.

“So sorry, Harry!” your plea causes him to smile. You sound different on the phone - your voice is less smooth, but he lets the sound of it was over him, regardless. “I promise I haven’t stood you up! My shoot on the other end of town ran long, but I swear ‘m on my way! The GPS says ten minutes.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he chuckles. “I’ll be here. Drive safe, alright?”

You say you will and apologize again before hanging up. He grins as he looks out the window, biting his lower lip and furthering the dimples in his cheeks.

You’ve got his number saved in your phone.

He’s got your number now.

Whether it was your business phone or your personal phone didn’t matter. He had a direct line to you, and you to him. Knowing that he’d most likely never use it for reasons other than strictly professional, he felt nearly giddy as he saved your number, creating a new contact for you.

When you arrive, he’s surprised to see that it’s in a van with your logo on the side. Why - based on everything he knows about you thus far - is that the thing to make him hard? And why does his stomach flip so dramatically when he sees you step out of the driver’s seat, dressed in a worn-in flannel and jeans with paint splatters on them? You shuffle quickly over to the passenger’s side, shielding your eyes from the rain. When you emerge into sight again, you’ve got your arms full of materials like folders, tape measures, and a ruler. You laugh as you run up to the front door, shielding your papers beneath your plaid shirt.

How was Harry supposed to make it through the afternoon without a full-on stiffy with you looking like that?

“Hi,” he smiles when he opens the door, the security system beeping throughout the empty house.

“Hi!” you jump into the foyer, trying to catch your breath. “I’m so sorry - I hate being late!”

“Not a problem,” Harry assures you, noticing the pencil tucked behind your ear.

“And I’m sorry for looking suck a mess,” you peel your boots off with one hand, clutching your supplies close to your chest with the other. “Just set up a shoot and didn’t want to be even later in the name of looking presentable.”

Harry looks down at his hoodie and torn jeans, his hair flopping down onto his forehead, “Look more presentable than I do,” he chuckles.

You scoff, placing your boots neatly together, just as Harry did at your flat. He smiles at the unnecessary gesture, appreciative that you didn’t even bother ask whether or not he’d prefer you take your shoes off. Not that he’d have a problem either way - you could traipse mud and leaves all over his new home and he’d thank you for it.

“‘ve got the measurements and whatnot,” he explains as the two of you walk into the kitchen. “The original contractor has the blueprints and sent them over so we’d ‘ave ‘em.”

“Great,” you nod, inspecting the cabinetry from afar. “Think today’ll just be me scoping out the rooms, taking some measurements just to double-check,” you run your hands through your hair after setting down your armful of materials onto the counter. “Not that I don’t trust the contractor’s numbers. I’ve got my own system, though. Years of doing this makes me a creature of habit,” you smirk, flipping open a folder labeled STYLES, H. in bold letters. His heart jumps, thinking that you could’ve been the one to write it. “Wanna help me measure?”

“Of course,” he nods - maybe a bit too eagerly - as you reach for your tape measure and clip it onto the back pocket of your jeans.

The two of you walk through the empty house in your socked feet, Harry remaining quiet until you say something. You inspect each room, writing down how many windows are in each, commenting on where some crown molding will need to be replaced, recommending that the carpet be taken up and replaced with real hardwood to give it a more modern feel.

“Which colors are we thinking so far?” you inquire, unclipping the tape measure. Pulling out the free edge, you hand it to Harry, your fingertips touching his while you cock your head to the other side of the room with a smile. He’s frozen for a moment, willing you to reach out and grace your hand over his once more, but he’s snapped out of it by you walking away from him. He follows your lead, walking to the opposite wall from the one you’re standing against, holding the bulky measure down against the floorboard.

“Like the thought of a dark blue for this room,” he looks around, squatting on one knee when he reaches the wall. “Cozy livin’ room ‘n all that.”

“Good, good,” you grin. “Don’t want you to be swayed by my own likes and dislikes, but I promise you it’ll look good.” You make a quick chart with the ruler you’ve brought on the inside flap of the manila folder, muttering something about always needing to have straight lines, no matter if it was written in on an official document or the inside of a folder. It makes Harry smile, the admission of your quirk. “And if not, we can always change it. Paint is easy to change.”

“Don’t think’ll want t’ change it,” Harry assures, walking slowly backwards with the free end of the tape between his fingertips, crouching down once you’ve met him to measure the width of the room. “Whatever you’ve shown me so far, I’ve loved.”

You peek up through the hair that’s fallen down into your eyes as you scribble more numbers onto the folder, smiling at him in a way he forces himself to remember. His heart pounds in his chest - so much so that he hopes you can’t hear it - and he finds it difficult to swallow the lump that’s housed in his throat.

You work easily together as walk through each room, speaking vaguely about the initial ideas both of you had for the house. You don’t try to sell Harry on one idea or another - you offer a suggestion and if he doesn’t like it, you offer another until he’s comfortable. He feels relaxed, especially once you assure him that nothing is set in stone and that your feelings won’t be hurt if he doesn’t like something you suggest. This is his home, you remind him. It’s all up to him.

“What was the shoot about?” Harry asks as you measure the windows in what will eventually be his bedroom.

“Uneven decorating. Odd numbers look better,” you explain, sniffling slightly. “Always want to have one, three, or five of something, unless it’s like a side table or lamps. But anything on a wall - like framed art or pictures - and table decorations like figurines or candles look best when there’s an odd number of them.”

“You allowed to tell me which publication?” he smirks slyly, leaning up against the wall.

You twist your mouth, trying to conceal a smile. You think on it for a second, tucking your pencil back behind your ear. “Promise not to tell?” you reach out with your pinky, a pseudo-stern look on your face.

“Promise,” Harry links his pinky with yours, trying to conceal his smile by keeping his lips pressed tightly together. How could he say no to a pinky-promise imposed by a gorgeous woman? There were laws against it, he thinks.

“I’m serious!” you scoff, dropping your hand to your side. “I’ll know it was you if you say anything. If you even mention it to anyone - especially Nicholas Grimshaw - I’ll never speak to you again.”

He clears his throat, rubbing his nose twice. He closes his eyes, forcing himself to wear the same stern look you’re sporting. When he opens his eyes, you’re still staring at him intently.

“Swear,” he nods.

“And then you’ve gone and broken a pinky promise, too. Which in my books…” you raise your eyebrows and shake your head with a twitch of your pointer finger in front of you. “It’s HGTV Magazine. From the US.”

“That’s like a major TV channel there, innit?”

“Yeah,” you nod slowly, your eyes widening at the thought. “Now they’ve got magazines. And paint. And furniture. And decor. ‘ve got the market cornered over there. Huge, huge company. Like…massive.”

“And you’ve never been featured in the States, ‘ave you?”

“No,” you nearly whisper.

“That’s a big fuckin’ deal, then!”

“Guess so,” you chuckle, running your hands through your hair. “Thanks for that.”

“Absolutely,” Harry laughs, knocking your shoulder with his knuckles. “Congratulations. It really is a huge deal.”

He knew you were successful, but hearing about how you set up the studio to look like a living room today and would be going back tomorrow in order to get your portrait taken in the room makes him realize just how successful you are. A four-page spread, including an interview on how you’d taken London by storm and your influences would be seen within the American market soon. Their words, not yours, you assured Harry.

As the two of you walk through the rooms on the second floor, he asks how you started within the industry. You explain to him that you went to school to be a financial advisor and specialized in small business accounts. You were a pencil-pusher, you told Harry, and you were stuck in an office all day long. You’d spend your weekends refurbishing antique furniture, finding that you’d had a knack for it. It made you happy - so happy that it was the only thing that got you through the monotony of your work week. Although you loved your clients and always enjoyed the pride that came with their wins, you weren’t especially happy in your job. Something had to change.

After agreeing that all of the light fixtures upstairs would have to be replaced, you went on to talk about how even though you saw how much stress your clients were under running their own businesses, you couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to begin your own business.

“Put my life savings into my first shop,” you flick off the hallway bathroom’s light. “I was eating Ramen nearly every night. Went without electricity in my apartment for a week because I didn’t ‘ave enough money to pay for lights at the store and lights at home,” you laugh. “Feels like such a long time ago…”

You started out selling furniture and other decor items. It was tough, but little by little, you made progress. Eventually, one of your regular customers asked if you were interested in working with her as an interior design consultant for her company. It helped get your name out, and soon you were redesigning spaces for people you could’ve never imagined.

Harry admires how smart and brave you are - he can understand how scary it is to go it alone without knowing the results. He was going through it right now. He was in a more privileged position, sure, but he was still unsure of what the future held, and he could appreciate how much courage it took to start over. It made him look at you in a different light - a light that allowed him to see the struggle you’d gone through, working you way from nothing to one of the best in your field. He’d envied the confidence that you sported when it came to your work and wondered if he, himself, would ever feel that.

Once you’re finished taking down all of the information you need, you follow Harry back downstairs.

“Still raining,” you frown, gathering all of your materials. “Does wonders for the hair.” You pretend to flip it over your shoulders. The natural state of it brought out by the weather makes Harry want you all the more.

“Ye’ look great.”

You tut, rolling your eyes a bit, but thank him nonetheless. “So, ‘ve got to take off,” you state, your body language pulling you back to the foyer. “But I really am so excited to get started on the mockups,” you hop a little. “It’s a beautiful space and we can start from scratch, which is when I have most of my fun.”

“‘m excited too,” Harry smiles.

“‘ll have Megan call you when I’m done with the renderings,” you slip your boots back on. “Should take no longer than a week. So count on next Thursday?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “And congratulations again on the magazine - really is a big deal.”

You tilt your head to the side, all of your features softening. “Thank you, Harry,” you smile coyly. You squeeze him a bit as you hug goodbye, the materials in your arms pressed between the two of you creating a barrier that Harry would rather be without. “I had fun today.”

“I did, too.”

He watches you run to your work van, leaping over a particularly large puddle. He laughs to himself as you struggle with your keys before unlocking the driver’s door, diving into the vehicle with a sigh that he can’t see. He watches as you push your mussed-up hair back, noticing him standing in the front window. You wave with a knowing smile before turning on the engine and backing out of the drive.

It’s that smile - that sly smirk - that pushes Harry over the edge that night.

He didn’t want to touch himself, but he’d been rock hard ever since he saw how beautiful your ass looked in your paint-splattered work jeans as you ran to the car. He didn’t want to defile you in his mind as he stroked himself in the shower, water running down his shoulders and back as he faced away from the spray. He didn’t want to moan your name as his balls tightened, the images of you naked and begging for him littering his mind to the point of no return.

But, he did.

He had to.

Nobody would know - it would be his secret - but if he didn’t jack off to the thought of you, he was sure he’d lose his damn mind.

He pictures you sporting the same upturn of your lips from earlier as you ride him, your flannel from that day still on, yet unbuttoned to reveal your breasts as you grind down against him. You know what you do to him, and your smile tells all. He imagines how beautiful you’d sound as he gripped your hips, slowing your movements to nearly a stop while he pushes up into you, groaning at the gasp you give him in return.

He’d never wanted to be inside someone as much as he wanted to be inside you. He wants to feel your breath against his ear, his name across your lips, your fingertips gripping his shoulders. He wants to know what you taste like - sweet, probably, like the candles you burn. He wants to know how warm you are; how wet he can make you by just the touch of his lips to yours. He wants to hear your moan - feel it vibrate down his cock while he’s in your mouth, that gorgeous pout of yours wrapped around the head of him.

He wants it all, but he can’t have it, so his hand will have to do.

A part of him feels guilty when he cums on the shower wall, his splotchy vision and ringing ears indicating that he gave in too quickly. But, fuck. What was a man supposed to do? You’d smelled so good; your stories never bored him; you were becoming a global success and you’d accepted to work with him.

And your ass? In those jeans?

He was done before he ever began, as far as that was concerned.

He walks out of the shower on shaky legs, a white bath towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he takes his head in his hands and grunts.

“Fuck’r you on, Styles?” he asks himself.

He leans back onto the covers, his feet dangling off the edge of his bed that he’ll soon replace with another one, based upon your recommendation. He falls asleep that way - sleeps deeply, too, his hair wet and his towel coming undone after he shifts slightly in his slumber. It’s a deep sleep, one that doesn’t produce a memory of a dream, and Harry is thankful for that.

He doesn’t think he could take another night of dreaming of you.

Not if he wasn’t able to turn those dreams into a reality so that his mind could stop wandering day in and day out…

Not if he wasn’t able to get what he wanted…

Not if, he knows, he wasn’t able to make you his.

anonymous asked:

can you do a daddy!dom!phil and dom!pj with bottom!dan? if you could have dan call pj something like sir that would be great too. Feel free to add anything

Yo I went a bit nuts with the “add anything”. Includes daddy!kink, exhibitionism, degradation , toys, fisting, double penetration, Dan being a little cock/cumslut jfc someone stop me.

Phil loves living with Dan, there’s no question about it. When it comes to roommates, Dan’s the full package; he’s Phil’s best friend, so he always has someone to talk to and play video games with, but he’s also his boyfriend, which means blowjobs and cuddles, too. He has all the other attributes of a great roommate as well – he cooks and cleans up after himself and always pays his rent on time. It’s very rare that they squabble and if they do it’s over something silly that’s resolved by the time they head to bed together. They’re perfect for each other, but the only problem with having such an incredible all-in-one human like Dan is that they tend to forget other people exist. It’s never on purpose, they just have a habit of getting caught up in their little life together and end up neglecting their other friends. That’s why, when Phil realises it’s almost been a year since they’ve seen PJ, he picks up the phone and invites their old friend around.

Another thing Dan and Phil don’t do as much as they used to is drink, so when the curly-haired 26-year-old turns up at their door, green eyes twinkling and right hand clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels, Phil knows it’s going to be an interesting night.

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Let me tell you about the greatest Christmas present I’ve ever gotten.

Yesterday, I basically confirmed my dad doesn’t want to talk to me anymore. He was abusive and hated everything about me. He hated my being trans, he hated my career path (“men can’t be around little kids (to teach) it’s creepy.”), he hated that I admitted to mental and physical disabilities.

He hadn’t seen me in months, and I walked into the house using a cane. He stared at it, and the first thing he told me was that he was “…disappointed in you, I thought I taught you how to take care of your body. I told you to exercise and you didn’t listen.” Well, I have no idea how exercise would have stopped me from pinching my sciatic nerve, but the point stands.

Anyways, I wanted to check up on my family for the holidays and it turned out that he unfriended me on all social media. Whatever. I knew this day would come, but I never thought he was going to be that petty.

Right after this, I got a package in the mail from my fiancee’s parents.

A new duvet for my bed. This was a huge deal- the blankets I own right now were literally the ones I got when I was a small child. Almost twenty years old, and it really shows.

But the real present, I think, was the note and the love that I felt. For real. There was no obligation here. This woman wasn’t related to me by blood, but she was thoughtful enough to send me a Christmas gift. One I actually needed. No fake smile, no hatred in those eyes.

Just love. And I believed it. I didn’t doubt it and I didn’t feel any fear that they sent me a gift just to control me. I knew it wasn’t obligatory.

I just… Never knew what a present from a mother felt like that didn’t come laced with drama and malcontent. I lost my father, but I gained in-laws and a feeling of…. acceptance.

I hope that maybe this story can show some people that not all parents are jerk wads. It definitely opened my eyes.

It seems like a Yuletide miracle to me.

What kind of coincidence tho:

1. Serendipity release > everyone: “what’s with all the yellow?” > RUN yellow incident > JM wearing a LOT of yellow in general

2. “Is JM wearing JK hoodie?” > JM in RUN: “I want to try JKs style…" 

3. KM rumored to go to Japan > KM actually go to Japan > KM mention in japanese mag how they wanna explore Tokyo 

4. KM goes to Disney in JP > JM mentions Disney in US interview > JK answers a question about Disney on Ellen. Never addressing their private trip tho.

5. Calico cat > Team Calico Cat in Comeback Show > 🐾 emoji first in Jimin’s solo “calico cat” tweet, later in Kook’s name hashtag

6. “I’ll become your flower” in Serendipity > “I’m a flower too” in RUN

7. “You are I, I am you” in Serendipity > all the mv connections > JK imitating JM and especially latest RUN ep/ RM comments > JM & JK mirror dancing together in DNA & Mic Drop MV makings. Also all the mirroring eye shots.

8. “Sky & People” > all the JM & sky photos

9. “Tipping toeing down your spine when everyone’s around” > JMs antics on JKs back in DNA lives, JK & the sequin jacket at AMAs

10. JK & JM floating in BST / Serendipity and now both of them flying in Mic Drop?

11. Staying at the dorm during Chuseok working on “beats” > JM crashing RM Vlive (wearing a JK!fencingman-shirt) as apparently he had been around to record something > JK has a new studio, we can expect new music > (…collab again?)

12. RM said Serendipity is inspired by stories he heard from his friends > JM hypeing the song every chance he gets and JK getting flustered at the mention of the song > JK visiting JM when he was recording (to record backing vocals?) and JM being shy about it.

13. JK avoiding the celebrity crush Q twice, second time JM did too

+ GCF in Tokyo and how basically all the lyrics match their situation but what else is new

+ JKs favorite songs and films are about growing up with a friend and falling in love with them

—> “All this is not a coincidence?”

What I’ve noticed in general is that things have escalated a lot this year, notable milestones being: 21st century girls, BV2, Summer package (THE GODDAMN UNICORN there is still no explanation), Arrest me, Serendipity, but most importantly:

The Japan Trip –> The Selca™ –> GCF in Tokyo —> after that there’s just been a lot


listening to: falling for u <3 , peachy ft. mxmtoon 🍑🍑 

my a levels are finally over so i’m back from hiatus !!! finally !! 

big shoutout to @abiistudies , @ttstudys & other friends and family for being the most supportive in this period !! 

thank you for surprising me with 3k after my hiatus !! click under keep reading for a surprise !!


✿ im flying to japan this weekend !! im so excited because it has been my childhood dream !!

✿ for 3k celebration, i was thinking of doing a giveaway of a stationery package when i visit japan for those who dont mind sharing their address !! let me know what you think !! 

inspo | @stillstudies  

“I popped Captain America’s cherry !” - Steve Rogers x Reader (NSFW)

Steve Rogers is (was) a 90 years old virgin, someone had to “pop his cherry” one day you know. Just so happened it was you. Slightly NSFW. Well, actually, totally NSFW. Let’s just say it. First times and stuffs

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Being Tony Stark’s little sister wasn’t always easy. You couldn’t count the number of times you had to go pick him up somewhere because he was too drunk to come home on his own. Or the times you were waking up to go to school only to be met with a naked woman walking casually around…and getting suddenly flustered when she realized that Tony’s little sister was living with him. Or the times he just embarrassed you in general. Or when paparazzis just chased you everywhere just because you were his sister. Or just all of the Iron Man thing. You were in danger all the time, just because you were his sister…

Tony was twenty when your parents died, you were just a four year old at the time, and didn’t understand what was happening…Most of your childhood had been a bit chaotic. But you ended up fine, with all of his flaws, your brother still took good care of you. The perks of being rich really, an army of nannies were there when he wasn’t. 

Yes, being Tony Stark’s sister wasn’t always easy. But it definitely had its good sides. Your life was NEVER boring, and you always met interesting people. 

Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, was one of those people. You guys “clicked” right away. You loved his gentlemanly way, and he loved the fact that you were always very careful not to make him uncomfortable by talking about something he didn’t know. You were very aware that he wasn’t from your era, and that sometimes, he struggled. You also were the only one to acknowledge the fact that he might have PTSD from WWII. And unlike most men, he really wasn’t interested in your money and fame that came with the package of being a Stark. He liked you just the way you were, and vice versa. Unlike your brother you never mocked him when he was confused about something from the modern world. You loved hearing about when he was in the forties, and you felt that talking about it made him feel better. After all, everything and everyone he knew was long gone, that had to take a toll on your mind…It became a habit for the two of you to meet every day for lunch and just talk about anything. 

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Attention poets, creative writers, journalists, and word lovers

I am not one to normally stray from my usual posts of poetry and other lovely works of literature, but there is something very dire that genuinely needs attention.
Trump, and his elected officials, are trying to revoke Net Neutrality. I thought everyone understood how important it is to stop them, but after talking to my siblings today and realizing they had not even heard of it, i feel the strong need to spread the information to all of you.
Net neutrality, if removed, basically means (in my understanding of laymen terms ) that the very internet itself will be separated and sorted into packages, of which we will be forced to pay for individually. Think Cable tv packages. Social media such as twitter, insta, and our beloved tumblr, will all cost money to access while entertainment like YouTube, hulu, Netflix, will all cost a separate amount of money.
And on top of separation and charges on our favorite websites and apps, internet companies will also be able to pick and choose which websites you can or can’t see. The will have complete control to all information that had once been free.

Please take a moment and think of how horribly this will impact everyone (excluding the 1%who will profit immensely from this)
Can you afford to shell out $50 just to be able to see a FEW select websites? Do you want to? If you don’t, then we need Net Neutrality to STAY.
Please visit and do what you can to stop this.
Please, if you’re reading this, it affects you

With love,

Don’t Say Anything (part 7)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Pietro being a little shit, Bucky being annoying

A/N: You guys wanted Bucky’s pov so I’m giving you Bucky’s pov. I hope you like it :) Have any of you watched Rupaul’s Drag Race? What do you think about season 9? Who’s your fav so far? I like Shea Coulee, Nina Bo’nina Brown, Aja, Peppermint but my number 1 is definitely Farrah Moan. I don’t really like Trinity Taylor so far though.

“Movie night!” Tony’s voice rang throughout the building. “I have taken the liberty of choosing a movie already.”

Everyone filed into the living room, sitting down where open spots were. Nat and Bucky sat next to each other on the couch opposite of you while Pietro plopped down beside you, wrapping his arm behind you on the sofa.

“What movie is it?” Steve questioned.

“A little something I like to call ‘How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days’.” Tony smiled as he clicked play on the movie. Everyone groaned.

“We watched this last week.” Wanda spoke.

“And we’re watching it this week as well.”

“Someone else needs to pick a movie for movie night. It can’t always be you, Tony.” Nat laughed, curling up next to Bucky.

Tony rolls his eyes and takes a seat next to Steve, opting not to respond to the red head. 20 minutes into the movie, Natasha scoots towards Bucky. He lifts his arm, allowing Nat to cuddle up to him even more. He wraps his arm around her, pulling her ever so close to him. Bucky kisses Nat’s temple all while looking directly at you.

The super soldier felt his heart break when he saw a flash of hurt in your eyes.

Is she okay? Why does she look so sad? Was it Pietro? If he did anything to Y/N..

He was pulled from his thoughts when Pietro placed a pillow on Y/N’s lap and laid down. Her hands instantly go to his hair, fingers threading the blonde locks. Bucky felt his body tense up at the sight. He remembers when you would run your fingers through his hair after he had a nightmare or even when you two were just hanging out.

“I love when you run your fingers through my hair, my love.” Pietro sighed happily, loud enough for Bucky to hear. He gripped the couch when he heard you giggle.

Bucky doesn’t know why he was feeling this way. He had Nat. There’s no way he liked you.. Right? No. Absolutely not. You were just his friend. Natasha was the whole package. He looked down at Nat who was under his arm and smiled. But his smiled faded all too fast when he looked back at you and Pietro, seeing him making you giggle even more.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Some of us are trying to watch a movie.” he glared directly at Pietro.

The two of you look over at him and Pietro smirked. “Then watch it.”

“I can’t when you keep making Y/N laugh.” the brunette snapped.

“Hearing Y/N laugh is a problem? I think her laugh is music to my ears.” he smiled, knowing how angry he was making Bucky.

“Do that some other time.” Bucky was trying to keep his cool and trying not to cause a scene but judging by how everyone was looking at him, it was clear that he had made a scene.

“When you love someone-”

“Oh shut up!” Bucky cut Pietro off. The blonde opened his mouth to say something back until you slapped your hand over his mouth to shut him up.

“Stop it.” you mutter. “C’mon, Piet. Let’s go to sleep.”

You nudge him with your knee and he stands up, offering his hand to you which you gladly take. Bucky watches as you leave the room and his mouth opens and closes. He wanted to tell you to stay, to come sit next to him, but he didn’t.

When he heard your door shut, he leaned back into the couch, closed his eyes and let out a long, frustrated sigh.

He spent the next day lying in bed with Nat. It was a lazy day for the team. It was good to get some down time.

“Bucky.” Nat said softly as her fingers traced his arm.

“Hmm?” he hummed in response. All he’s been thinking about was you. He had no idea why. And now that Pietro was here, being all clingy and shit, it wasn’t helping.

“Is something wrong?”

He gives her a confused look. “Why would there be something wrong?”

Nat shrugged. “You’ve just been acting a bit weird ever since Y/N found out about us.”

“I was just scared that she’d tell everyone.” he murmured.

“We told everyone we were dating a couple of days ago, Bucky and you’re still being weird. Like, what was that last night?” the red head moved to sit up. Bucky copied her actions.

“What was what?” he knew what she was talking about but played dumb.

“You going off on Pietro. He didn’t even do anything.” she replied.

“He was making Y/N laugh.”

“So? Steve’s laughed during a movie and you’ve never gave him shit for it.”

“It was disrupting the movie, Nat. The movie that I was trying to watch.” he tried his best not to roll his eyes because if he did, she’d murder him.

“Wanda and Tony have disrupted plenty of movies - I have too and not once have you said anything. Something’s wrong. I know you don’t really like Pietro but you usually ignore him.” she says and she’s right. Bucky would usually ignore Pietro whenever he was over. So why was last night any different?

Bucky sighed. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Natasha. I just got irritated, alright?”

“Is this because him and Y/N are a thing now? Are you mad that she might be replacing you with him?” Nat questioned and Bucky gave her a look.

“What do you mean by ‘thing’? They’re not together. There’s no way in hell that they’re together.” his voice raised as he spoke. Y/N would never date Pietro. He knew she wouldn’t.

“I wouldn’t doubt it.” she shrugged. “They make a cute couple.”

Bucky’s jaw tenses. “No they don’t.”

Natasha knits her eyebrows together. “What’s wrong with you, seriously? You can’t be happy for Y/N? She’s getting over that asshole she used to like.”

“Pietro is an asshole.”

Natasha rolled her eyes at the super soldier but before she could reply, the door opened, revealing Y/N and wow did she look beautiful.

She looks beautiful everyday, what am I thinking?

“Hey guys.” you say softly, eyes wandering between Bucky and Nat.

“Hey snooka.” Nat greeted. Y/N gives her a little smile before turning to Bucky.

“Sorry if I interrupted something but I was wondering if you still had those coupons for free milkshakes?” you tilt your head in the most adorable way and Bucky smiled.

“Yeah, I do. Why? You wanna go get some milkshakes?” he couldn’t hide the excitement in him. Just the thought of hanging out with Y/N for the day made him so happy. The last time you two had hung out together was the day at the zoo and that didn’t go so well. He still doesn’t know why you broke down crying.

“Umm.. I was gonna take Pietro with me. We don’t want to stay in the building all day.” you say, biting the inside of your cheek.

His eyes went dark and he clenched his hands. Getting milkshakes was a Y/N and Bucky thing, not a Y/N and Pietro thing.

“Uh, well here.” he digs around in his drawer before pulling out the coupons. Bucky stood up and walked around his bed to hand over the papers. “I can come if you want. We haven’t hung out together in a while.”

You bit your bottom lip. “No, it’s fine. You stay here with Nat, maybe some other time.” you take the coupons from his hand. “Thanks Bucky.”

He watches as you walk out of his room and over to the elevator where Pietro was waiting for you. The blonde makes eye contact with Bucky and smirked as he draped his arm around your shoulders before entering the elevator.

A/N: Here you gooooooo, tell me what ya think! :)



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- Trans! Richie refuses to admit that he’s scared of needles and puts it down to the fact that he has really shaky hands, so every time he needs to take his T shot, Eddie does it for him and puts a pastel bandaid over the injection mark

- When Richie is Pre T, his face is still a little rounder and soft, so Bev teaches him how to contour his face in a masculine way and also fills his eyebrows in :-)

- The first few months after Richie comes out, the club all carry around spray bottles so that if one of them slips up, they can just Spritz. Bad.

- Mike and Bev (all of the club but . My Point,) are completely ready and willing to fight anybody at school who’s rude to Richie, after a while everybody knows to keep their mouths shut around Beverly because she’s not afraid to smack a prick

- Stan buys him his first binder, he doesn’t want the moment to be emotional so he puts the package in Richie’s backpack at school with a note that has his initials on it (Richie totally hugs him for twenty minutes the next day and even cries a little bit, Stan loves it despite his eye rolling)

- Eddie kisses his top surgery scars

- Bill’s parents practically adopt Richie after a point, they keep his medication at their house and he stays there p much all the time unless he’s at Eddie’s

- At Thanksgiving, he goes to Eddie’s house, his entire family are so careful to not mess up his pronouns, Eddie’s aunts pinch his cheeks and tell him all night how much he’s grown, how proud they are, how handsome he’s gotten ect

- Eddie and the rest of the group come with him to every check up, and every appointment and afterwards they go for ice cream

- Ben and Mike both comfort him the best, Ben writes poems inspired by Richie, how strong he thinks he is and Mike does everything in his power to help Richie feel safe and comfortable in his skin, taking extra care to compliment him every day and when Richie asks him how to tone up his muscles, Mike takes him to the gym and watches every week how he smiles more when he sees himself in the mirror

- When he graduates, and the principle calls out ‘Mr Richie Tozier’ the entire club cheers, on their feet screaming and clapping as he takes his diploma with what possibly is the biggest smile he has ever worn (beverly cries, her boy is all grown up)

- When his voice breaks for the first time, they’re all there to witness, in a cafe as he’s talking about something none of them can remember, Bill pulls him into a hug and Stan laughs at how awkward he sounded

- Trans! Richie Tozier finally feels comfortable in his skin, he’s a man now and he has the most accepting, loving group of friends and the most amazing boyfriend in the world.

Her Hero

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky run out of food and make a stop at the grocery store, but someone is about to change Bucky’s life and the way he thinks about himself.

Warnings: Mentions of sex and oral sex but if you blink you miss it. Pure Fluff like I think you may die.

Word Count: 817

Originally posted by anthvnystcrk

‘You okay, Buck?’ you asked as he started to open all of the cupboard doors, close them and reopen them like food was magically going to appear in them.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to rationalise with himself, that he was over reacting. ’(Y/N), we have no food.’

You just laughed it off and skipped over to him. You ran your roamed over his bulky chest soothingly, calming him almost immediately once your hands entwined behind his neck. 'Baby, you need to calm down, you could have texted while I was out.’

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Port Mafia Drama CD -Kaji, Chuuya and Akutagawa.

So in no way I am a proper translator so I am just doing my best here! If there are mistakes, I apologize!


That is the audio that  @anemoneee posted, so credits to her!

Onto the translation!

So it starts with Kaji doing an experiment inside his Lab, while he is laughing like a maniac Chuuya walks in with Akutagawa.
Chuuya: Oi, what are you being so loud for?
 Also, I heard you attacked the detective agency?

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A few weeks ago, a Swiftie I had never spoken to before called Anna reached to me after I confessed all the shit that’s been going on at home for me on here, wanting to make me feel better and feel valued. 

Today, I received this package all the way from Taiwan filled with gifts and little cakes. I am floored by such a simple but monumental gesture of kindness. I’m speechless really. Thank you @anna95swiftie 😳😘🎄✨ 

Everyone, be more like Anna this Christmas. @taylornation @taylorswift Yo, this gal deserves all the love ok

The Types way to say 'I love you' (according to real experiences)
  • ESFP and ISFP: I love you more than anything else, you're my life. ❤ (which is usually said because they want to make the other one happy and not because that's actually what they're thinking in that moment)
  • ESTP and ISTP: I'm sorry dear, I love you [which is cleverly packaged as a joke after they teased their significant other (also as a joke) to see the others reaction]
  • ESFJ: I want to share my life with you, I love you and I'll always be there for you ❤
  • ISFJ: I love you... *blushes*
  • ISTJ and ESTJ: Love you.
  • INFJ: *deep and long love confession full of emotions and compliments*
  • ENFJ: I like you...
  • ENFP: I have feelings for you *big smile* 😊
  • ENTP: I find you quite interesing
  • ENTJ: *deep love confession* (they're actually really emotional when it comes to this topic)
  • INTP: Somehow you managed to make me care a lot for you 😊
  • INTJ: U suck less than other people.