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Note: I’ve been sick so I haven’t been able to get too many requests done. but I really enjoyed writing this! I do hope you like it! feedback is welcome! thanks for the request, sweetie .c

Request: Bucky gets jealous and protective when he finds out that a man has been showering you, his wife, with gifts and presents and letters and confronts that man :-D

Originally posted by caps-bucky


If one thing about Bucky was for certain: he despises another male giving you attention. He spent years and years believing nobody could ever love him, and he’d be damned if he let another man swoop in and steal you away, the one who loves him dearly. Though, countless times you’ve assured Bucky that he’s the only man you have eyes on, and you’d never leave him, he was still protective of you. 


Bucky was startled out of his deep slumber early in the morning, to find the postman holding a bouquet of roses, asking for him to sign for them. His stomach twisted and his eyes squinted at the brightly colored flowers.  

“Are you sure this is the right address? I didn’t order flowers.” Bucky always hand picked your flowers, never bought, except on special occasions. You preferred handpicked, enjoying the special meaning behind them a lot more than a floral shop arrangement. But sometimes Bucky would surprise you. This was not one of those times.

The postman nodded and gave Bucky a friendly smile. “Yep! Y/N Y/L/N still lives here, right?” The postman asks, noticing Bucky’s eyes flitting back and forth across his face. “What’s it to you?” Bucky snaps, angrily taking the vase from the postman’s hand.

The postman’s eyes widen and he stands there, shocked. “Just making sure. The floral shop has no time for mistakes.” He said before turning on his heel and rushing away to finish his route.

Bucky sighed heavily as he looked for a note attached to the roses. He wanted to throw them away, maybe even stomp on them and hunt the asshole down and give him a piece of his mind. But instead, he waited patiently for you to finish showering before he acted on his emotions.

He sat them on the kitchen island in your shared apartment, wracking his brain as to who would send you, his wife, such an intimate gift. It couldn’t have been someone from your family; sadly so, you lost connections after being recruited. The guys on the team knew better to pull a prank like this; trying to woo his woman, they knew he’d stop at nothing to make sure every last flower was shoved so far up-

“Ooo, pretty!” Your voice rang through the kitchen as you skipped over to Bucky. Bucky’s heart sank at the sound of the excitement coming from your pretty mouth he loves to kiss so much. “Bucky, you shouldn’t have!” You smiled brightly, leaning over to him and placing a kiss to his cheek.

He frowned at your reaction, knowing how happy you got anytime he ever got you flowers. “I didn’t.” Bucky mumbled with a frown, his tired eyes falling to your hand on his arm. Your eyebrows creased with confusion. Your eyes scanned the bouquet, searching for a card as you twisted the vase around. Only then did you realize there wasn’t one.

“Well, who would’ve sent me these?” You asked softly, nobody coming to mind. Bucky shrugged and you tapped your fingers against the kitchen island. “I don’t like this.” Bucky grumbled before getting off the seat and pacing the kitchen.

You sighed and almost rolled your eyes at him, but even this confused you. “Well, why don’t I take them to the little old lady down the street later?” You offered with a small smile, wanting to get these away from Bucky before the vase was thrown into the wall. Or worse, into the head of the person that sent them.

Bucky nodded and looked over at you, his heart warming at the sight of your still wet hair and bright eyes. He never understood how someone could look so beautiful without even trying. So no, he was not about to let someone else see you this way.

You walked over to him and pulled him into you, your arms wrapping around his waist. Bucky held you close and he pressed his lips on the top of your head. His metal hand grasped at your shirt, the desperation to keep you in his arms evident in his actions. “I know you’re worrying. Don’t.” You whispered, looking up at Bucky, your chin resting on his torso.

His hand caressed your cheek and you smiled, causing one of his own to form on his lips.


It had been a week since the flower situation. Bucky didn’t dwell on it, but he was still alert when the postman would stop by. Bucky had been gone all morning, meeting up with Steve for the day. You were lounging around at home, working on a painting for your local art class, before you heard the doorbell ring.

You smiled and set down your paintbrush, wiping the paint on your hands onto your smock. You ran to the door and half expected to see Bucky, but knew he wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, and you were met with the postman.

“Hi Charlie!” You said with a smile, taking your letters from his outstretched hand. Charlie then pulled out a box, handing it to you. “What’s this?” You asked, inspecting the small box. “Not sure, sweetie. Sign here.” He said with a smile, offering you his pen and his clipboard. You quickly signed for the box and waved to Charlie before going back inside.

The box felt light and didn’t have any information on it except for your address. Placing the letters in the small mail slot near your door, you examined the box, lifting it to your ear as you gently shook it.

You couldn’t hear anything so you went to the kitchen to carefully open it with a knife. Light blue gift paper stuck out as you lifted the flaps open and you creased your eyebrows. This paper looks familiar.

You pulled it out and gasped, seeing a Tiffany & Co. business card on top of a light blue box with white satin ribbon tied around it, a bow sitting on the lid. You grasped the box and opened it, seeing a bracelet catching the sunlight through the windows, shining brightly in a ray of rainbow colors.

“Who are you?” You whispered. First the roses and now an expensive piece of jewelry? You had no clue who would be sending you things like this. You were sure Bucky was going to freak out after seeing this. Gently placing the bracelet back inside of the box, you left it there so you could finish painting.

A few hours passed, and you had finished your project. The door suddenly opened, heavy boots being taken off made you smile.

Bucky stepped into view and you squealed, running up to him. You always felt so happy when he got home. “Bucky!” You giggled, running straight into his arms. Bucky chuckled and caught you, twirling you around before capturing your lips with his.

You smiled into the kiss as Bucky held you closer. He smelled like shampoo and aftershave from his shower this morning, with a hint of vanilla. Bucky set you down and held your cheeks in his hands, smiling down at you.

“You’ve got paint in your hair.” Bucky said with a laugh, his fingers trying to clean it off. You flapped his hands away and giggled. You suddenly remembered the little box you got earlier and you gasped. “Oh yeah! A box came today.” You said, walking away from Bucky. His demeanor changed immediately, jealousy and anger settling into his chest.

“What is it? Who is it from? Did they leave a note?” He bombarded you with questions as he ganged up on your heels into the kitchen. You grabbed the box and opened it, getting the bracelet out again.

You held it out for Bucky to see and he looked at it, his eyebrows creasing. “Okay, this it getting out of hand already. I’m gonna find this punk and give him a piece of my mind.” Bucky growled, taking the bracelet from you. “This is the last fucking straw!“ He yelled, his loud voice echoing through the hallway before he turned into the living room.

You sighed and looked up at him. “Bucky, it could be harmless.” You explained, trying to catch up to Bucky as he turned away from you, his shoulders visibly tensing. He scoffed and shook his head. “Harmless? Another man is sending you gifts, Y/N!” Bucky exclaimed, turning to you and you got into the room.

Another sigh fell from your lips and you walked over to Bucky, pulling him into your arms. He stood still, his hand gripping tightly onto the bracelet. “I will figure out who this is, and I can’t promise I’ll be nice about it.” Bucky grumbled, his arms moving to wrap around your shoulders.


It’s been two weeks now and you’ve received another bouquet of roses and another piece of expensive jewelry, without a note of who it could be from. Bucky made many attempts at tracking the person down, but you hoped they would stop before he could hurt someone.

Suddenly, you heard the postman at the door. You rushed to the door, beating Bucky to it so he wouldn’t take any of this out on someone innocent. Luckily he was still in the kitchen. You opened the door and smiled at the postman, asking him how his morning has been so far.

“Rather lovely! Here’s your mail!” Charlie said with a chipper voice, his hand holding a few letters out to you. You took them with a smile and said goodbye. Charlie returned your smile before heading back down the walkway, his bag slung over his shoulder.

You shifted through the letters as you walked back inside, kicking the door shut behind you. Most of the letters were simple bills, but a purple colored envelope with your name written in cursive on it caught your attention.

You were nervous to open it, you never really got any letters from anyone personally. You used to when you first became an Avenger, but now, it was rare. Maybe this was one of those times. You only hoped so, so Bucky wouldn’t freak out. But as you opened the envelope and pulled out the letter, your eyes raking down the message, your accusations were wrong.

Bucky walked in with an unreadable expression as he crossed over and behind you, looking down at the letter over your shoulder.

Dear Y/N, I hope you’ve enjoyed the gifts! I was scared to face you, but I’d like to meet up with you! If it’s okay with you, you can meet me at-” Bucky ripped the letter from your hands as he read the address and he laughed. “Is this idiot serious right now!?” He shouted as he stared down at you. You gave him a small shrug.

Whoever wrote the letter wanted you to meet them at noon at some coffee shop. “Bucky, please, don’t do anything you’ll regret.” You pleaded, looking up at a rather angry man. Bucky’s jaw clenched and he slipped on his baseball cap.

“I don’t know who this is, you are not coming with me. It could be a trap and they could hurt you, they could-” Bucky rushed and you quickly stepped onto your toes and shut him up with a kiss. “I’m going with you. I’ll be okay.” You said with a small smile.

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed heavily. He looked back at you and shook his head gently. “I swear, he’s dead.” Bucky grumbled, grabbing your hand and making his way to the destination.

You took your time looking around the city, the sun shining brightly and a few birds flying around every now and then. Other than all of this, it was a nice day out. As you walked towards the coffee shop, you saw a familiar face standing outside, the man looking down at his watch.

You gasped as you realized who it was. It was your art partner, Riley. Was he the one that was sending you all of those gifts? “No way.” You whispered, catching Bucky’s attention. “Is that him?” Bucky asked as he caught sight of the man and immediately bolted towards him. “Hey! Punk!” Bucky yelled out, his metal hand whirring as he tightened his fist.

Riley’s head snapped towards you and Bucky, his eyes widening just in time for Bucky to lunge at him. Bucky grabbed Riley by his shirt and lifted him off of the ground. “So you’re the guy that’s been sending my wife gifts and love letters!?” Bucky yelled at Riley, moving to shove him against the brick building.

You stood back as you watched, your heart racing fast. “Bucky!” You yelled after him, noticing a few people slowly walk by as they took in the scene. The last thing you wanted was for Bucky to end up on the news channel for lashing out on someone in the public eye, so you knew you had to do something.

Rushing over to Bucky, you grabbed his arm. He was breathing heavily as he dropped Riley to the ground. Riley was pretty shaken up and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. “Bucky, let me talk to him. He’s from my art class.“ You said softly, moving to help Riley up. Bucky scoffed and looked at you bewildered. “Are you serious, Y/N!?” Bucky yelled out.

Riley stood back up and looked between you and Bucky. “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. I didn’t mean any harm. She never mentioned a boyfriend.” Riley explained nervously. You let out a sigh. “I told you about Bucky, remember? He’s my husband.” You said, moving towards Bucky again. He pulled you into his side protectively.

Riley’s eyebrows creased. “I’ve never seen a ring.” He commented. You lifted up your left hand, the diamond shining in the sunlight. A soft ‘oh’ fell from his lips. Bucky pushed you behind him as he walked forward. Riley took a cautious step backward. “Listen, man, it’s only a misunderstanding.” He squeaked, holding his hands up.

Bucky snarled at him and turned back to you, quickly pulling you away without another word. You didn’t dare look back at Riley, no matter how bad you felt. He was really nice and welcomed you into the art class with a warm gesture. But you never thought he’d be your secret admirer.

You never wore your ring to art class after the first day, you almost had it snagged off by your smock. Bucky was silent most of the way home and you weren’t sure what to say. He left your side as soon as you stepped into the door, and went straight to the bedroom.

You followed after him, watching him closely. Bucky didn’t look angry anymore. His shoulders were slumped and his eyes held a sadness you’ve never seen before.

“Are you okay?” You asked quietly as you moved to stand in front of Bucky. His head was hanging low and he shook it, his hair framing his face under his cap. You lifted his chin up with your finger and looked into his eyes. “Talk to me, baby.” You whispered, noticing his blue eyes had grown a light shade of grey.

Bucky sighed and moved his hands to your waist, his thumbs digging into your skin. “It’s just-the thought of someone else feeling how I feel about you-it scares me.” Bucky mumbled, leaning into your hand on his cheek. You smiled gently and took off his cap, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Hey, come on, I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere.” You said, pressing more kisses to his face.

After a few more, Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle. He pulled you onto him and fell onto his back on the mattress as you straddled him. You looked down at Bucky, letting your noses graze one another’s in an eskimo kiss. “You know I love you, James.” You said, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. “Even when you’re jealous.” You added with a sly smirk.

Bucky pulled you closer, his metal hand keeping you in place. “I love you, too. Wait- no, I am not jealous.” He deadpanned, a hint of truth behind his words. You giggled and kissed his lips. You pulled away too soon for his liking and he groaned, rubbing his hands along your lower back. “You are.” You said, kissing his lips again.

“Am not.” Kiss. “Are too.” Kiss. “Am not.” Kiss. “Fuck, can you blame me?” Bucky asked as he rolled on top of you, moving his hands underneath your shirt. You smiled and let out a breathy giggle. “Just kiss me.” You whispered, pulling him down by his collar. “Gladly.” He mumbled against your lips.

Note: yikes, I hope this doesn’t suck! .c

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Why Does it Have to be You? - Damian Wayne x Reader

Originally posted by crownprincefreeza

Requested by Anon -  a Damian x reader where Klarion has started causing chaos around Gotham and the only person he’s willing to listen to is the reader, because he has a crush on them.


The night was a quiet one. So quiet, in fact, Damian sent you home earlier when he caught you yawning one too many times. He knew you hadn’t been getting much rest lately. 

Damian was currently crouched by a stone gargoyle, debating whether he should turn in himself. The thought about crawling into bed next to you seemed very appealing. He frowned, glancing at the clock tower behind him to find it still an unnaturally early hour. Taking out his grapple gun, Damian decided to make one more round of the city before returning home to you.

Damian was just going passed the Gotham Train Station when a explosion sent him tumbling to the ground. He rolled back to his feet before scrambling to see what happened. Much to his displeasure, he spotted a swam of magical energy surrounding the building. 

Swinging down to slip into the building through one of the windows, Damian growled as he saw Klarion floating in the center of the room. 

“What are you doing here, Witch Boy?” Damian demanded, dropping down to the floor. Klarion sneered at him, lifting a finger to zap a civilian unlucky enough to cross his path. The person turned into a mouse, scurrying away. 

“Go away, Birdy. My kitty might eat you,” Klarion threatened, glancing around. He frowned when he realized Damian was the only vigilante in the room. “Where is (Y/N)?”

Damian sighed, sensing what this was about. “(Y/N) is not here, Witch Boy. I’m afraid you only have me tonight.” He watched silently as Klarion’s face slowly grew redder and more grotesque. Damian’s eyes widened when he felt something brush against his leg. He glanced down to find Teekl. Before he could move, Teekl turned into a giant beast. Damian fought the monstrous Teekl while Klarion threw magic blasts at him. 

“No, No, No!!!” Klarion was screaming as Damian did his best to avoid the magic blasts and Teekl. Eventually, one of Teekl’s paws slammed into Damian throwing him out of the building and into the street. Damian could feel one of his ribs crack, but rolled out of the way of another magic blast from Klarion.

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Requested by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​: A Misha x reader x Jensen in which the reader is Misha’s girlfriend, but has a thing for Jensen. Jensen returns the feelings, and they surprise the reader by telling her they’ve shared before.

Word Count: 2100ish

Warning: smut, threesome

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO

Misha knows.

You tried to ignore it, and since you realized that wasn’t going to help, you’ve just been trying to hide it. But he knows.

You’ve been caught staring at Jensen one too many times, have laughed too loudly at his jokes, have let yourself text him about silly things in the middle of the night, and now Misha knows.

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Where Mickey started and where he ended up is massive to me, I can’t really picture a bigger turn, coming out of his shell, from who he is and the starting point of this incredibly scared and angry person to who he is now. That journey towards freedom has been really wonderful and a privilege to play.“ - Noel Fisher  

Rearranging Myself For Comfort

So I’ve been getting a lot of people asking a variety of questions over the last few weeks; I’ve posted some on here and others have been direct messages. A lot of them, while different, all seem to follow a theme; tell me if you can spot it:

- ‘What would you recommend when going out dressed up?’

- ‘Everything is uncomfortable, what should I wear?’

- ‘Should approach my partner/friends about crossdressing?’

Spotted it yet? All of these questions are, at their basic form, about being comfortable as a crossdresser.

During every crossdresser’s life, they’re going to fell uncomfortable; this could be either physically, mentally, or both. I’ve felt it, you’ve probably felt it, everyone feels it.

Is it because crossdressing is something that’s seen as unnatural? As though you’re doing something taboo or forbidden?

Nah.

Let’s be realistic for a second here. We’re living in an age where fashion saw the boundaries of ‘normality’ and waved while they went sprinting right past; a man in a dress, no matter how feminine or masculine they look, is nothing surprising any more.

I’m gonna try not to sound like a bitch here, but it’s not them, it’s you.

So Why Am I Uncomfortable When Dressing Up?

1. Because That Dress Ain’t Right On You

I’ve said this so many times before, but I’m gaining hundreds of followers every week so I’ll say it again for all you newcomers (Hi there by the way).

Dress for your body, not what you want your body to be.

Dresses aren’t magical; they don’t just magically give you curves and hide your shoulders. If you’re going to wear a tight dress that starts just above the cleavage and stops just under the hips, you better make sure you’ve got the body to support it (go look at @abbycatsuk, she’s a perfect example of how this look can be pulled off).

Certain looks (like the short, tight dress one) is such a hard look for crossdressers; even experienced gurls, myself included, have difficulty making it work. It isn’t because you’re not good at crossdressing, it’s because these dresses aren’t made for everyone. There are a lot of actual girls out there that would struggle to wear something like that.

Instead, you should wear something that compliments your body type. @isabelladecarrington has made several great posts about this and, quite frankly, puts it much better than I could. It’s worth reading her work if you want to know how you can dress for a more feminine figure.

If you’re after the TL;DR version, don’t wear something short that will cling to your body unless you’re 100% confident it will work. Instead, try a skater dress, I’m yet to meet a gurl who doesn’t look natural in one.

2. Because you’re hiding something.

I’ve struggled a lot with this. Not just with my current partner but previous girlfriends and even friends. Hiding as a crossdresser, for some people, isn’t a choice but a necessity. However, for others, we hide it simply because we’re nervous of the reactions from those close to us.

When I told my friends I knew there wouldn’t be a negative reaction. I realised later that I struggled to tell them because I had made it into a big deal in my head.

This made me extremely uncomfortable. Any time we met where fashion or makeup was talked about, I felt like I couldn’t join in because I would out myself. At the same time I wanted my friends to know, but I felt I couldn’t tell them only because I had kept it hidden.

It felt like a bigger problem than it should have been because I had kept it a secret for so long…

Unsurprisingly, there’s an easy way around this.

If you feel uncomfortable around people because they don’t you crossdress, just tell them.

So many people don’t really care about it these days. In fact, in a lot of circles, it’s finally getting accepted as something that is simply a hobby, no different to collecting stamps or gardening.

The benefit to this; my friends ask me about Jess all the time. I get asked on a regular basis whether I’ll be going to social events as Jess or not, and sometimes Jess has even been requested to make an appearance.

This might not be a problem if you crossdress as a fetish, but for those of you who feel crossdressing is a part of who you are, it’s certainly worth a try. Worse case scenario, you find out who your real friends are.

3. Because you think people are staring at you.

Let me tell you about the first time I went out as Jess. I was wearing 6-inch platform heels and towered over practically everything and everyone in London (I was asked to change the batteries on Big Ben, I politely declined). I like to think that everything else looked on-point, but being that tall made me stand out.

I got a lot of stares from people when I first left the car, especially from an elderly drunken gentleman who couldn’t figure out if I was a man or an Amazonian. I had a few wolf-whistles and several sexual comments (probably out of jest, but I’ll take it regardless).

After a couple of minutes, I completely forgot I was even wearing a dress.

Confidence can really help here, and I can’t express how much better it was to be surrounded by friends at this point, but after not very long I stopped thinking about everyone else and just how happy I was to be out. People might have still been staring, but I was no longer caring.

The upside of this is that I only got compliments, not insults (to my face at least). Several people came to tell me about how they loved my outfit, some asked about my heeled boots and several people were shocked when they heard my voice and had simply assumed I was just hella tall.

The thing is, the people who don’t like it won’t make themselves known. The people who like/love it will go out of their way to let you know. The first step is the hardest, the rest is just a cat-walk.


Yeah… I’ve gone and dragged this on again haven’t I. 

For those of you who are curious, I’m still contemplating starting the Crossdressing Magazine. I didn’t get as many responses as I wanted but it’s clear that it’s something many of you are interested in.

Regardless, here’s a picture for those of you had the patience to read through this essay of a post (much appreciated).

Yep, those are the tower boots.

I’m going to post a photoset of this outfit tomorrow, so keep your eyes peeled for that. Until then, thanks for reading! I hope this has helped a few of you.

If it has, make sure you reblog for your followers too!

- Jessica Blaise x x

BitesizeKorean Masterpost

Mobile friendly post for BitesizeKorean. Updated on: 16.12.12

GRAMMAR/QUESTIONS

Vocabulary Builders

  • Countries
  • Body Parts
  • Twitter
  • Terms of Endearment
  • Words of Encouragement
  • Colours in Korean
  • Common Konglish Words
  • Numbers in Korean

Grammar

  • 외국인 vs. 외국 사람
  • 책방 vs. 서점
  • 일하다 vs. 직장
  • 숙제 vs. 과제
  • 학교 vs. 학원
  • 응답하다 vs. 대답하다
  • 심지어 vs. 게다가
  • 가격, 값 and 비용
  • 수다 and 수다를 떨다
  • 감사합니다, 고마워, and 고맙다.
  • 한국어 vs. 한국말
  • 아마 vs. 어쩌면
  • 아니요 vs. 아니야
  • 지금 vs. 이제
  • 위성 vs. 달
  • 이거 vs. 이게
  • 항상 vs. 늘
  • 자백 vs. 고백
  • 평소 vs. 보통
  • 오전 vs. 아침
  • 어쩌면, 아무래도, and 아마
  • 1등 vs. 1위
  • 아니에요 vs. 천만에요
  • 원하다 vs. 싶다
  • 부인 vs. 아내
  • 미안하다 vs 죄송하다
  • 뭐 vs 무슨
  • 친절 vs 친절하다 vs 친절한
  • 창피 vs 민망
  • (-았/었어요) vs  (-고 있어요)
  • 있면 vs 있다면
  • 당신은 vs 너는
  • 명 vs 분
  • 너무, 진짜 and 아주
  • 유방 vs 가슴
  • 서운하다 vs 슬프다
  • Interrogatives
  • Demonstratives
  • Locative Adverbs
  • Bright and Dark Vowels
  • Particles 은/는 and 이/가
  • 을/를 Object Marking Particles
  • 이다 (To be)
  • 아니다 (To not be)
  • ~(으)ㄹ수록 [~(으)면 ~(으)ㄹ수록] (The more… the more…)
  • ~네요
  • ~ㄹ/을 계획 (To have plans to…)
  • 잘/못 하다 (to be good/bad at something)
  • 아서/어서
  • Particles: 에게/함테/께 and 에게서/한테서
  • 와/과 particles
  • Particles 에서 and 에
  • ~(으)ㄴ/는 편이다 (Stating characteristics) 
  • Expressing desire to possess a noun ~고 싶어요
  • (verb)+자
  • ~(으)ㄴ/는데 
  • ~겠어요
  • A/V~고
  • Pronouns in Korean: I, me, my, mine
  • 보이다
  • ~던 
  • 지 and the ~는 것 principle
  • ~아/어/여야 되다 or ~아/어/여야 하다 (to have to)

Misc. Questions

  • What does 눈치 mean?
  • Basic Korean curriculum plan! Pt.2
  • Anywhere to read beginner and intermediate Korean?
  • Is ㄱ ‘g’ or a ‘k’?
  • How do you pronounce 의?
  • When is 의 pronounced differently?
  • What is the difference between ㄱ and ㅋ?
  • How to say ‘You are’ in Korean?
  • How to say “I am” in Korean?
  • How to say “What is…” in Korean?
  • How to say “Who is…” in Korean?
  • What does 미드 mean?
  • What does 특집 mean?
  • What are some differences between the Seoul and Busan dialect?
  • How to learn the Busan accent?
  • What is the difference between 입니다 and 이에요/예요?
  • When do pronounce the letters ㅅㅈ ㅊ and like ’t’ and ㅂ like ’m’? And why?
  • When are ㅅ/ㅆ pronounced “SH”?
  • How to say, “Is it interesting?”
  • 뭐야 이거?
  • Which particles are dropped in speech?
  • Do people in Daegu and Busan speak the same dialect?
  • What’s the difference between ~어/아서 and ~고?
  • How to change verbs into nouns?
  • What’s the difference between 안녕히가세요 and 안녕히계세요?
  • What’s “anyway” in Korean?
  • Why do Koreans use 우리 instead of 나의?
  • What does “멋졍 ” mean?
  • Pronunciation rules for ㅎ
  • Speech formalities 
  • Nouns in Korean
  • How to ask questions in Korean
  • How to say a.k.a in Korean?
  • How to say ASAP in Korean?
  • Grammatical spacing in Korean
  • Accents around Korea
  • Difference between 함께 and 함께라면?
  • How would you use 이야기하다 in a sentence?
  • What does ‘도망치지 마 뒤돌아서서 두려움에 맞서봐’ mean?
  • ㅍ,ㅂ, and ㅃ
  • Difference between 애 and 에?
  • How to say “please” in Korean
  • Negatives in Korean
  • Difference between ㅊ and ㅈ?
  • What’s the difference between 우리, 나의, and 내(ㅔ)?
  • Why do Koreans sometimes put 나 at the end of a sentence?
  • Difference between 입니다 and 습니다?
  • How to introduce yourself in Korean?
  • How to pronounce Hangul characters?
  • What does 이뤄진다 mean?
  • Pronunciation of ㅈ for men and women 
  • What’s “real” in Korean?
  • What’s “star” in Korean?
  • Korean suffixes
  • What does 휘황찬란한 mean?
  • Are “천만에요” and “안녕하세요” formal polite?
  • Greetings on the phone?
  • Which number system do I use for ‘years’?
  • Korean Sentence Structure
  • Why is there a -야 at the end of informal sentences?
  • What do stressed syllables mean in Korean?
  • 네 as 네 or as 니?
  • What does 인정 mean?
  • How do you use compliments like “cutie” in Korean?
  • Cutie: 귀염둥이 
  • How to ask to switch to 반말?
  • 고민: One’s worries
  • What does 왜그래 mean?
  • ㄹ sounding as L and R?
  • Resources for learning about culture?
  • Thoughts on TTMIK?
  • Are there other times to use 여보세요?
  • What do you say when you answer the phone?
  • How to say Happy Birthday in Korean?
  • Hangul characters and syllables explanation 
  • Does 때문에 have a negative nuance? 
  • Understanding Konglish words
  • How to say “Excuse me” to pass through
  • Do commas exist in Korean?
  • How to ask questions in Korean part 2
  • Is there a specific stroke order to Hangul?
  • How to say “embarrassing” in Korean
  • How to identify the subject and object in a sentence?
  • How to pronounce hanja?
  • How to say the year in Korean?
  • Common spelling mistakes in Korean
  • Understanding dictionary form
  • Hangul character names and alphabetical order
  • How to pronounce compound consonants in Korean
  • What does 새살 mean?
  • Is there a difference between 화이팅 and 파이팅?
  • What does 주룩 mean?

VOCABULARY

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WEEKLY VOCAB RECAP:

  • Week One
  • Week Two
  • Week Three
  • Week Four
  • Week Five
  • Week Six
  • Week Seven
  • Week Eight
  • Week Nine
  • Week Ten

TEN WEEK VOCABULARY

  • Week Eleven
  • Week Twelve
  • Week Thirteen
  • Week Fourteen
  • Week Fifteen
  • Week Sixteen
  • Week Seventeen
  • Week Eighteen
  • Week Nineteen
  • Week Twenty

TWENTY WEEK VOCABULARY

  • Week Twenty-One
  • Week Twenty-Two
  • Week Twenty-Three
  • Week Twenty-Four
  • Week Twenty-Five
  • Week Twenty-Six
  • Week Twenty-Seven
  • Week Twenty-Eight
  • Week Twenty-Nine
  • Week Thirty
  • Week Thirty-One
  • Week Thirty-Two
  • Week Thirty-Three
  • Week Thirty-Four
  • Week Thirty-Five
  • Week Thirty-Six
  • Week Thirty-Seven
  • Week Thirty-Eight
  • Week Thirty-Nine
  • Week Forty 

PROVERBS

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ㄱ:

  • 가재는 게 편이라
  • 개미 구멍으로 둑도 무너진다
  • 가는 말이 고와야 오는 말이 곱다
  • 거지도 부지런하면 더운 밥 얻어 먹는다
  • 가려운 곳을 긁어 주다
  • 거미 새끼같이 흩어진다
  • 가랑비에 옷 젖는 줄 모른다
  • 개천에서 용 난다
  • 걱정도 팔자다
  • 귀신도 모르다
  • 거짓말도 방편
  • 공자 앞에서 문자 쓴다
  • 곧은 나무 먼저 찍힌다
  • 고양이에게 생선을 맡기다

ㅅ:

  • 시작이 반이다
  • 선무당이 사람 잡는다

ㅁ:

  • 말보다 증거

ㅊ:

  • 천 리 길도 한 걸음부터

ㅈ:

  • 작은 고추가 맵다
  • 잠을 자야 꿈을 꾸지

ㅇ:

  • 원숭이도 나무에서 떨어진다

ㄷ:

  • 돌다리도 두드려 보고 건너라
  • 달도 차면 기운다

ㅂ:

  • 빛 좋은 개살구

SLANG

  • 득템
  • 얼짱
  • 말을 씹다 or 문자를 씹다
  • 안습

Lyrics

  • ”내 맘에 깊이 가득 차버린 공허한 세상 나를 구해줘” Reset - Tiger JK
  • “이 끝이 없는 미로 속에서 어서 날 꺼내줘” Love is not over (full version) - BTS
  • “난 숨쉬고 싶어 이 밤이 싫어 이젠 깨고 싶어 꿈속이 싫어” Save me - BTS
  • “난 꿈이 있어요 그 꿈을 믿어요 나를 지켜봐요” A Goose’s Dream - InSoo
  • “다시 run run run 난 멈출 수가 없어 또 run run run 난 어쩔 수가 없어” Run - BTS

Tip/Tricks/Advice

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Do you know of any good Korean dictionaries?

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Do you have any tips for learning Hangul?

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Do you have any tips on staying organised while studying?

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Do you have any tips for self study?

I have a self study guide here!

What is your study plan like?

I have a post here explaining!

How to keep yourself motivated?

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I have an Instagram for Korean Idioms, and another Instagram for all my vocabulary study cards! I also have a Twitter for updates! And a Memrise for vocabulary!

How long have you been studying Korean?

Honestly, not long! I’ve only been dabbling in the language since late October 2015.

Do you self study?

Yes. I try to dedicate at least four hours a week into learning grammar and vocabulary.

What is your native language?

My mother tongue is English!

What is your name?

Most people call me Elle (pronounced Ellie)! My real name is Emily.

Will you add audio to your study cards?

I did consider making audio for the pronunciation, however I came to the conclusion that the quantity of vocabulary I’m supplying each week is already being juggled on top of university work. So making videos or audio would only increase the work and provide difficult to keep up. Although, I’m not completely dismissing the idea, so I’ll see what happens!

Will you add romanisation to you study cards?

I personally don’t think that romanisation is necessary, and quite often, it seems to be that learners can find it restrictive. This is mainly due to the fact that it can actually inhibit proper pronunciation and hinder reading fluency. Romanisation also has the habit of contradicting advanced pronunciation rules, and for these reasons, I don’t like to include it. I also had an open discussion with most of you about adding it - and it seems that a majority would dislike me to include romanisation. I apologise for the inconvenience.

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Of course. That’s why I make them! ;) However, I do not allow the re-uploading of any of my flashcards without first asking permission. I put time and effort into these study cards, and it’s upsetting to see my work posted without proper credit.

Why did you start learning Korean?

I love language, and have dabbled in many! I decided to learn a language completely different to anything I’ve learnt before, so I picked Korean randomly. I fell in love with it, and from there I’ve found a secret passion for Korean drama!

What other languages have you studied/know?

I have studied German, French, Russian, Japanese, and have recently just started to learn Danish. Although, Korean has been the most fun!

Sit Still--Imagine #20

Anonymous said: Crush sits cross legged on floor while the reader draws him and he has to stay still and it’s all cute and stuf!

A/N: Again, I apologize for all these imagines being written so late. I hope the people that requested awhile ago see theirs! Thank you all for requesting! Right now my ask box is closed and I’m not taking anymore requests until I get the old requests written. This is just one of many on the way. Keep dreaming!~Logan <3


Sighing again, I erased the same line I’d drawn at least 300 times now. 

“C/n!” I almost shouted, exasperated. 

“What?!” C/n asked, startled by my outburst since it’d been quiet in my room for awhile now. 

“Can you please sit still? I’ve been trying to draw your jaw and ear for the past, like, 30 minutes and every time I think I’ve got it down or am close to getting it down, you squirm and I have to start all over again!”

“Sorry, y/n! It’s just hard to sit in this position for so looonnggg,” he said, dragging out the last word. 

I let out a frustrated growl and he smirked. 

“Well, what position do you prefer?” I rubbed my temples in frustration. 

I swear, I loved this boy but he sure knew how to test my patience. 

“Mm, missionary, to be honest,” he shrugged, his face devoid of emotion like it always was right before he cracked up at his own joke. 

“Ugghh, fuck you!” I whacked him in the arm with my sketchpad, his shoulders shaking as he roared with laughter. 

He could be so immature sometimes. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love his immature sense of humor. 

“I wish you would,” he smirked, eyes shining with mirth.

“It’s a good thing you’re cute,” I grumbled, crossing my arms and glaring at him. 

“Why?” He asked, sporting a shit-eating grin.

“Because if you weren’t I’d be using this pencil to stab you, instead of using it to draw your stupid cute face.”

“Oh my god, am I your muse?” He asked dramatically

“No, you’re my pain in the ass,” I rolled my eyes. 

He gasped, clutching his chest dramatically, “She called me her pain in the ass.”

“Alright, Romeo, calm down. Now can you please sit still?” 

“Only if I can sit on the floor, cross-legged,” he said, smoothing his clothes. 

“Anything to get you to sit still,” I said, moving off the chair I was sitting on, to plop myself on my floor. 

He stepped off the stool I’d sat him in originally and sat cross-legged in front of me. He turned his head to the side like he’d had it before, clenching his jaw. 

I dragged my eyes away from the delicious site of his side profile to sketch it more accurately. A few minutes had passed, the only sound in the room was some relaxing music I’d put on low, the sound of lead scratching over paper, and our soft breaths. I had moved on to drawing c/n’s broad shoulders, trying to get the shading and outline right when c/n’s voice broke the silence. 

“I never asked you what your project was for, y/n.”

I almost dropped my pencil, leaving a crooked line that I quickly erased.

“It’s a drawing project,” I said, trying to avoid answering truthfully. 

“No shit, Sherlock,” out of the corner of my eyes I could see a smirk on his face before he went back to talking. “I mean, why’d you pick me for it? Every assignment you’ve gotten so far in your drawing class has come with some prompt. Some reason behind why you’re drawing the thing.”

I pretended not to hear him, pretended I was too engrossed in shading the wrinkles of his loose hoodie. 

“Y/nnn,” he dragged out my name in a taunting way. 

My cheeks heated up and I bit my lip. There was no way he was going to drop the subject. He knew when he was getting under my skin. 

I huffed before mumbling, “I’m supposed to draw someone…that–umm–that…”

“That?” He asked, his voice gentle, coaxing me. 

“That I–basically a person–well someone…someoneIadmire,” I blurted, the words coming out slurred into one. 

I had finished drawing his hoodie and realized that the line of his upper lip hadn’t come out right. Trying to distract myself from the fact I’d basically revealed my true feelings for him, I looked up to study his lips only to find his wide eyes staring back at me. 

“I have to get your lips right,” I said, my voice sounding strained. 

Feeling awkward under his unwavering stare, I cleared my throat. He wasn’t turning his head back to the original position so I decided to take control. I shuffled forward on my knees so I was close enough, and reached a finger out. Slowly, my finger glided over the curve of his jaw and I heard his breathing shallow. I applied slight pressure as my finger reached the side of his chin. He obediently moved his head to the side. I let my finger linger on his skin a moment longer than necessary before pulling away and settling back in my original place to start again on drawing his lips. 

It seemed that my words had sent c/n into a strange kind of trance and anxiety settled in my stomach. 

My tongue stuck out as I tried to re-shape his lips on my paper. I looked up again to find c/n had moved his head to stare at me again. 

“On second thought maybe I should’ve chosen someone else. You can’t seem to keep your neck turned,” I chuckled softly, finding his antics more cute than annoying like I liked to act they were. 

“Sorry, it’s just hard to resist looking at you for even a little bit,” he mumbled, turning his head again. 

I frowned, wondering where my confident, snarky boy c/n had gone and how a shy boy with flushed cheeks had come to take his place. 

My own cheeks flushed at his confession, but I tried not to take it to heart. He couldn’t possibly like observing me, staring at me. 

“It’s alright, but just try to hold your head in place for just a little longer. Lips have always been tricky for me to draw and yours are giving me an especially hard time,” I chuckled, trying to lighten the tension in the room. 

“Maybe you should kiss them,” he suggested and I dropped my pencil my eyes flying up to look at him. 

Of course, of all times he chose this one to keep his head turned away from mine. Still, I could see the edge of his lips quirk up a bit in one of those rare smiles that he gave when he felt equal parts shy and equal parts bold. 

“And just what do you expect that will do in helping me with drawing them, hm, c/n?” I asked, crossing my arms. 

“If you can feel the grooves of my lips, you might find it easier to draw them. Drawing may be all about observing visually, but I think it benefits you when you observe sensuously as well,” he said.

I just sat there, my head fighting between what I desired and what I logically knew to be smart to do. 

“What harm could it do, y/n?”

I breathed deep. He was right. What harm could it really do? A million answers to that question ran through my mind but I focused on him instead. The delicious way his lips were frozen in that soft grin, the adorable bend of his nose, the way his eyelashes curled just the slightest at the ends. 

I moved to sit in front of him, his head still frozen in his pose. Finally, our eyes met. His were adoring and in awe, gliding over my face, drinking me in. I moved in, slowly, until my lips were just brushing against his. Internally, I was screaming, shouting for joy, and laughing giddily but externally all that I could do before I pressed my lips completely to his was let out a weak breath. 

What registered first was the slightly chapped texture of his lips, and then the softness of them underneath that. And finally, the fact that he was not pressing back into mine.

Pulling back abruptly, and overcome with embarrassment, I looked him in the eyes. 

“Why–why didn’t you kiss me back?” I asked, my confusion quickly turning into panic. 

“Because you told me to stay still,” he answered, eyes dancing with mischief, his breath shallow which told me I wasn’t the only one affected by what I’d just done.

Shaking my head, I let out a breathy laugh while rolling my eyes playfully. That’s when he gently placed his hands on either sides of my cheeks and pulled me in for the sweetest kiss. 

As we pulled back and regained our breath, I giggled, “You may be the worst model ever, but you’re the best damn kisser.”

“Well, then you’ve gotta keep me around. Especially if you plan on drawing any more pictures of me and need more help with…observing…my lips,” he chuckled.

“Oh, I’m keep you right where you are,” I laughed, before he pulled me in for another kiss. 

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Originally posted by kngniel

Neighbour!Kang Daniel AU

Note: this is what happens when you spend too much time at home, often meeting neighbours and have a soft spot for Kang Daniel

EDIT: you guys, this has gotten so many notes i am honestly shooketh™. thank you so much for reading and do look forward to my next one! you can request if you want anything’s cool really hehe

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[translations] 2017.09.13 NCT Dream We Young fansign at Pyeongchon

Seating arrangement: Haechan Chenle Jeno Mark Renjun Jisung [Falling_214]

1. Renjun says that there’s a lot of mosquitoes recently due to the changing weather, and the mosquitoes are really smart as they survive using their abilities. Jeno and Renjun click the best when they are catching mosquitoes. Their room has an average of 4 mosquitoes, and Jeno is really great at catching them hhh. When Renjun and Jeno are sleeping they will be woken up by the sound of mosquitoes, they go “YA!, turn the lights on” catch it, off the light, when another mosquito comes again, they will go like “YA! Turn the lights on” & the cycle repeats kkkkkkkkkk [byyourside_mk | qoop423]
Jeno says that he learned a self introduction in Chinese from Chenle too,”Xiao Mi Mi de Jeno” (trans: smiling Jeno) [qoop423]

2. OP: Hello! Haechan have you ever thought of getting a tattoo?
Haechan: Tattoo? Yes
OP: Which part of your body?
Haechan: If I do it.. Neck!
OP: Neck?! And also what did Haechan sing at your first audition?
Haechan: SHINee’s Sherlock and Justin Bieber’s Baby
OP: Can I request for you to sing a little of it?
Haechan: *sang a bit until ‘No I’m Like’ & Chenle started singing along too* (audio)
OP: Thank you! [990802mklee]

3. OP asked the members to draw each other’s photocard: Mark - Haechan, Chenle - Jisung, Renjun - Jeno.
Haechan was the first to draw, so using Haechan as example the remaining members drew passionately… *Chenle wrote Pabo Jisung on Jisung’s card* [yochi_0v0]

4. OP asked Jisung if he is the hyung, who would he want as his little brother? Jisung,”Haechan!!♡” [jjinee68]

5. OP: Jisung mentioned you would write fictional novels, do you have main characters?
Jisung: Main character? It’s up to my thoughts for that day
OP: Ah, it’s random?
Jisung: Yes! It’s like that! Wah, I didn’t expect to be asked this..
OP: So if you wrote it today, what would be the name of the main character?
Jisung: Um… Chansang? [ilove_marklee]

6. OP: Ah, do you happen to know DAY6′s You Were Beautiful?
Haechan: Ah, yes
OP: Erm.. Could you sing that once for us next time?
Haechan: haha I got it
OP: Sure! Promise!
Haechan: Promise
OP: See you next time
Haechan: Thank you. [LuvforMK]

7. Jisung’s NCT DREAM visual ranking:
1st Jisung



7th Chenle [990802mklee]

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llordtourrettes  asked:

Hi! Your "fall of the heroes" arts are definitely the best ones !! Do you have any hc for them ?

Thank you very much! I’ve seen people tagging it as the villain AU, though I’m not sure if I’m going in that route, for everybody in 1-A, anyway! Some could be considered villains, yes, but there are others in the gray area and could probably be seen like a vigilante. I imagine it happening in a sorta dystopian universe wherein the they see the flaws of the hero system and at the same time they lose something or someone important in their lives.

As for the headcanons, I’m gonna post some for the characters that I have already drawn (because I haven’t thought about the last batches yet):

Deku: He witnessed the death of All Might, and has pushed himself too hard to become his successor to the point that he lost the hand that had inspired and helped others. The events broke his spirit down, and he has been wandering around Japan ever since. At rare occasions citizens see him leap from building to building, but when they try to track him they aren’t successful. No one really knows about his true whereabouts.
Uraraka: She was on the road to becoming one of the well-known, young heroes of the country when both her parents grew ill. The treatments needed caused her office to be in serious debt, and she never got any financial assistance from the Hero Association. When the villains invaded her prefecture one day, she was lured to their side, out of desperation and bitterness.
Iida: He was the last in 1-A to stay as a hero. He kept on asking himself what went wrong, why he couldn’t stop his classmates from succumbing to what they initially all fought against, why was he too powerless to stop them … All the questions spiraled in his head until he began to question his beliefs. What if he was actually wrong? What if Stain was really right, after all? Perhaps he was indeed, a fake hero …

Bakugou: Like Izuku, he saw All Might’s death. Again, Bakugou blamed himself because All Might protected him for the last time … and now … he was really gone. Since then, he went against the beliefs and principles of heroes when he started to exterminate villains instead of capturing them. He wears white so he stands out among the burnt skeletons of his enemies.
Todoroki: One day he heard reports that the villains were attacking the hospital where his mother stayed at. He rushed to the scene only to find his father, with the seemingly lifeless form of his mother in his arms. Villains immediately started surrounding Endeavor, and instead of helping him, Shouto, feeling numb, turned around and left. Soon, he learned that his mother survived the ordeal after all, and could’ve been in a better condition if he had only helped his father. Now both his parents were confined in the hospital. Feelings of guilt flooded him, and he punished himself by refusing to deactivate his Quirk. He left the city and has isolated himself in an abandoned, rural area where fluctuations of climates had been reported.
Kirishima: He had lost hope in the present Hero Association when they failed to give reinforcements many times he requested for them, causing him to witness the death of hundreds of citizens on several occasions; however, he did not know that the league of villains were to blame for it; they tampered with communication lines so they never came when he needed them. Since then, he had been bringing justice in the way he had known before he was a student.

Yaoyorozu: The Villain Alliance had been interested in her Quirk ever since her debut as a hero, and in order to lure her to their side, they manipulated her parents into venturing on an illegal business deal. So as not to have them arrested or worse, killed, she offered herself and her services instead. She had been very obedient to their orders–making weapons and involving herself in raids, trying to ignore the pained screams of their victims–hoping to win their trust, meet any of her classmates willing to help in her plan, and eventually turn the tides, despite all the odds …
Kaminari: He was swayed by the words of the villains that there was more to his power if he joined to their side. He was given a device on his head that supposedly prevents him from burning his brain and reverting to his “stupid” form.
Jirou: She was captured by the villains and was brainwashed into being a weapon. She had been known to wreck buildings, her body being injected with chemicals to intensify her heartbeat.

Aoyama: The villains promised him that he could shine brightly with them, and it was at their side that he felt he was accepted… He loves that they let him design his fabulously evil costume.
Ashido: Her spirit broke apart when she saw her friends fading into darkness, little by little. She joined the Villain alliance initially as a double agent, hoping to be closer to them and bring them back to the light. However, the alliance became suspicious about her loyalty and decided to isolate her in a toxic factory, telling her it was her “base of operations.” Due to months of having almost no contact with other people and having nothing left to do, she instead focused on strengthening her Quirk, toying and ingesting the chemicals around her. Indeed, it made her stronger, but it also had driven her mad in the process.
Sero: He was driven to a corner by the villains and was given a choice of death or to join their side… Fearing for his life, he chose the latter. Utilizing his Qurik, he is often involved in robberies.

NCT Member Profiles (As requested)

Chenle: The wildest. His pre-debut photos are actually insane and his laugh is a loud cackle. Can speak many languages and will insult you in them all. 

Doyoung: Drags everyone. Actually loves all the members so much but doesn’t show it often.

Haechan:  Doesn’t talk about feelings and can be a little shit to his members, but he’s sensitive and gets a lot of hate from ‘fans’. He’s gorgeous, protect him at all costs. 

Hansol: Not debuted yet but has been around since ancient times and has a strong fanbase. All you need to know right now is he’s incredibly attractive and will end you in a dance battle.

Jaehyun:  Intelligent and not always equipped socially. Sometimes says dumb shit and has a heart of gold. 

Jaemin: Debuted with Chewing gum but then left due to injury. He is a lovable cutie-pie and will be returning soon. Don’t forget about him this smiley sunshine. 

Jeno: A triple threat who has the potential to take over the world with his talent. He’s adorable. Helps mark keep the dream members in check.

Jisung: Sweet but can be a little shit when older members aren’t supervising him. Constantly looks tired or clueless. 

Johnny: Seems mature but is secretly a dirty jokes factory and knows how disgusting us fans are. Shitty pun guy.

Kun: Shy munchkin. Was around near the beginning but has disappeared into SM’s basement. 

Yukhei: aka Lucas who is a newly revealed future member ready to slay us all. 

Mark: Actual sunshine. He is the nicest, most kind member of the group and full of talent. The whole fandom and his members would kill for this boy so be careful what you say about him. He has enough to deal with as he has a 24/7 schedule and never complains.

Renjun: He can actually be really competitive and loves to sleep. He’s basically on the ground a lot and can be really shy. 

Taeil: Incredibly intelligent and mature guy with an insane IQ. He can actually be really silly and gets on well with younger members. Needs more love. 

Taeyong:  Secretly the mom friend, but doesn’t want anyone to know that. Acts tough but is the cutest cinnamon bun. Clean freak.

Ten: Dance god and a fluff ball but is secretly emo trash, please don’t look up his pre-debut pictures, you will be scarred. 

Winwin: The sweetest angel who all the members love.  Might use members with ulterior motives, but is grateful for them nonetheless.

Yuta: Guy whose good at football and politics. Will end your life with a single roast sessions. Beware. 

Study Date - Stiles Stilinski

A/N: I’m back! School has been killing me, so I’m sorry for not posting anything lately but I have so many ideas and so little time to write. I’m still taking requests as well, so send them in! Hope ya’ll enjoy this. Love, J xx.

Prompt: Stiles asks you to come over to study and things get heated.

Word Count: 1,544

Warning: Smut, Smut, and more smut.

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lupelovell345-blog  asked:

83) “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.” This is a really awesome idea and I love the two that you've written so far! :) I might use these prompts for my own writing ^^ I love your art and writing by the way :) Have a good day~

Uh alright! You didn’t suggest a ship so I’m just gonna take a stab in the dark and assume klance? Haha alright here we go. For the 100 ways to say i love you thing (please no one send me more requests. I’ll kick your ass if you do. I have so many!)

“Hey babe?” 

Lance’s tinny voice comes through the speaker of Keith’s phone. Keith lays in bed, swaddled in blankets, listening to the rain thunder against his window. It’s peaceful in his dorm room. His roommate is away for two weeks, and without classes or assignments, Keith has been enjoying the downtime. He likes the quiet.

But there’s someone he wishes he could share his time with.

“Yeah?” Keith speaks a bit louder so his phone’s speaker picks it up. His phone lays to his side, as his hands are busy with his playstation controller. He moves his character around his virtual farm, watering crops and cutting down trees.

“It’s a bit late for you to be calling. You ok?”

“Uhhhhhhh…..” Lance’s voice is high and unsure. It sounds distant.

“Where are you? Are you at home?” It doesn’t sound like the dead acoustics of Lance’s bedroom.

“Noooo…” Lance confirms. “I’m not home. I’m in a park somewhere.” 

“Oh, are you walking home from work?”

“No… I’m uh… I’m trying to meet up with someone.”

Keith pauses his game and looks skeptically at his phone.

“At 9pm?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s an impromptu visit. Bit of an emergency.” Lance laughs.

“Oh man, hope it’s not too cold.”

“Oh it’s pretty damn cold.”

“It’s storming here pretty bad.”

“Oh…. oh I know.”

There’s a pregnant pause. Keith stares at his phone again like he’s missing something. 

“Listen I wanted to ask…. for like… no reason…” Lance’s voice is hard to hear. Something rumbles outside Keith’s window and echoes in the phone.

“I just… like your college campus… what building did you say you lived in again?”

“I’m in F block.”

“Cool, cool, cool…. so like… is that close or far from the athletics centre? Like I’m just wondering if you’re…!”

Keith’s eyes widen and he snatches his phone. He holds it up to his face, gripping it with both hands and staring at Lance’s name.

“Lance?!”

“Yes?” Lance tries to sound nonchalant.

“Are you…are you here?!” 

I mean…” he laughs. There’s a tremble to it. “I’m just … HYPOTHETICALLY if I was…. how could I… find you?” He squeaks.

Keith’s eyes dart to his window. Rain slams against it and lightning crackles outside.

“Oh my god where are you?” His voice rushes out in panic.

“I don’t know! That’s why I’m calling you!” Lance’s voice finally betrays how worried he is.

“Oh god, i was trying to be an awesome boyfriend. I really wanted to surprise you at your door. I would knock, and you’d answer it, and I’d be there. You’d cry and oh man…” He sniffs. “Man I ruined everything.”

“No! No! You didn’t.” Keith hops off of his bed and is pulling on mismatched socks. He tosses his phone on the bed whilst he throws on a jacket. There’s no time to find his umbrella.

“You’re wonderful. You’re amazing. But I am seriously worried. Where are you? What’s around you?”

Thunder crashes. Keith hears it reverberate in the phone. Lance must be close then.

“I’m huddled under a gazebo in like… i dunno… i feel like art kids would sit here and get high?” Lance’s voice shakes. “The athletic centre is across from me. I can see some jocks running on treadmills.”

“Are you cold?”

“I’m so cold dude.” And Keith finally identifies the tremble in Lance’s voice as shivering.

“Aw babe. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just please help me. Where do I go?”

“No, no.” Keith grabs his wallet and checks for his key card. All good. 

“Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

Lance sighs dreamily.

“My hero.”

Keith flies down the building stairs and across the lobby. He runs into the rain without hesitation. His feet slap against the puddles.

“Don’t worry. I’ll warm you up soon.” He pants into the receiver.

“I know that’s supposed to be like… sexual? But honestly I feel like my dick’s going to fall off if I don’t get inside soon.”

Keith laughs loudly. Even in a bad situation, Lance could always make him smile. It was one of the reasons he had fallen so hard for the other boy in the first place. 

“I’m not far.” Keith reassures. He turns a corner and his feet skid on the slick pavement. The tall buildings begin to part and trees begin to rise up. Bushes mark the perimeter of a large courtyard. The rain sounds softer here, as it falls on the soil and leaves. 

In the centre stands a white gazebo. And under it, sopping wet and shivering, a thin boy with olive skin. His brown hair is slick to his brow and his blue jeans turn dark at the cuffs. 

“lance…” Keith breathes into his phone. He hits the end button, then shoves it into his pocket. He picks up his speed as he runs into Lance’s arms.

He collides into Lance’s body. Their frozen fingers clamber for one another, and cool lips meet. They pant into one another’s mouths, and their warm breath forms mist between them. Lance seeks out the heat of Keith’s body and slides his hands under his shirt. Keith squeaks at the cold touch, but doesn’t pull away. 

They kiss in the rain until their limbs grow numb.

Housekeeping

You show up at Bucky’s hotel door offering more than just your housekeeping services.


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 7918
warnings: AU, nsfw images, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling, oral sex, anal sex, anal fingering

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I just want to write more anxious!Tony and explore his mental illness more and I want to add sensory-overload and people actually fucking supporting him instead of the clusterfuck that is the MCU. I’m gonna throw this snippet at you and see what happens.

Edit: I just read up on Sensory Processing Disorder and EVERYTHING DESCRIBES TONY WHAT THE FUCK I’M CONSIDERING IT CANON.


“These are time-sensitive,” Pepper said, opening the folder so he could see the contracts inside. She watched Tony’s eyes track over the paper before she turned to the next page for him. “Can I leave these with you if I spread them out on the desk?”

“…Yes,” Tony decided.

“Alright.” She spread the pages out over his desk. “I need to go send some faxes. Will you be okay?”

Tony stared at the pages. “…Yes.”

Pepper turned to leave, pausing at the door. “If you have trouble, just call me.”

“I will,” Tony said, nodding. He waited for her to leave before he stuck his tongue out at the paperwork.

He read everything over and decided they were all worth signing. Unfortunate. He grabbed a pen, hand hovering over the first contract, then let out a frustrated sound and began pacing his office.

Pepper found him still pacing. “Do you need me to hold your hand?”

No,” Tony answered immediately. “I can do it!”

“I never said you couldn’t do it. I asked if you wanted me to hold your hand.”

“Well I don’t!” Tony snapped, turning, hand hovering over the contract. After a moment, he finally pressed pen to paper, carefully keeping his hand above it.

Pepper reached out to put a hand on the paper so it wouldn’t move when he signed it. “Where are your gloves?”

“They’re–I was using them–I don’t know,” he admitted, ashamed.

“That’s fine,” she said, not accusing. “I’ll make you another pair.”

“I’m sorry,” he said softly.

Pepper reached toward him, hand hovering over his shoulder for a moment before she actually set it down. “It’s fine. I just wish you’d told me.” She began collecting the contracts before he could say anything else. “It’s fine. I’ll make them while I catch up on Desperate Housewives.

Tony frowned, uncertain. “Okay.”

“Right? Okay.” She smiled at him. “I think we’re done here for the day.”

Tony blinked at her, then hesitantly walked around his desk, just waiting for her to say ‘oh, I forgot!’ When she didn’t, he managed an awkward but sincere smile and walked past her.

Pepper looked through the contracts one last time, frowning a little. She wished she could forge his signature.


Natalie tried to hand him a sheaf of papers.

Tony skittered away, tugging his pocket square from his jacket and beginning to rub it with his thumbs anxiously. “No thank you.”

Natalie stared at him, looking the closest to confused that he’d ever seen her. “That… that wasn’t a request.”

“I’ll take those,” Pepper said pleasantly, taking the sheaf of papers from her hands. She looked through them. “Patent paperwork.”

“Oh,” Tony said, still rubbing his pocket square.

“Not necessarily as time-sensitive, but you definitely need to sign them.”

“Oh.”

Pepper glanced up at him. “It’s not inappropriate to be startled, Tony.” She looked at Natasha. “Tony needs to know you’re there, and he doesn’t like to be handed things.” She gave Natalie a quietly dangerous look, daring her to say something.

“…I can do that,” Natalie said after a moment. She noticed Tony’s shoulders relaxing and didn’t raise an eyebrow, instead adding, “Is there anything else I need to know?”

“Don’t be afraid to tell Tony if he’s standing too close to you,” Pepper answered immediately, then turned to raise an eyebrow at Tony.

Tony flushed and looked down at his feet. “Don’t wear strong perfume. Or. Uh. Perfume at all? Um, and I don’t like to stand in large groups. And I–when I request a certain food, I’m not–I need that food. I’m not–I’m not picky. It’s the texture.”

“The… texture,” Natalie repeated slowly, eyes flicking down to the silk pocket square in his hands. “Okay. I can work with that.”

“And he has special gloves if you have any time-sensitive paperwork,” Pepper added.

“Okay,” Natalie said again, nodding. “I can make this work.” She couldn’t help but swallow thickly when Tony looked incredibly grateful, and she wondered how many times his needs had been ignored.

Natasha felt awful when she stuck him in the neck. She felt worse when he looked up at her, betrayed, and visibly closed off.


“You said I was a narcissist,” Tony said accusingly.

Natasha did not flinch, but only because she’d been trained not to. “How did you get in my room?”

“A textbook narcissist, even.”

“…I decided,” she said after a moment of thought. “That SHIELD didn’t need to know about your disorder.”

Tony stared at her for a long moment. “So you lied instead.”

“Yes.”

“I wouldn’t have been approved for this initiative anyway, would I? Because I’m–I’m a mess?”

Natasha opened her mouth, then shut it again, tilting her head thoughtfully. “…You function,” she finally decided on. “Better than most people in your position would. And you seem to do well in the suit when you’re not dying. I wrote that evaluation under certain circumstances, and I wrote it to say the things people wanted to hear. How much it is true or false now doesn’t matter.”

Tony fidgeted with his cuff links, swaying a little where he stood. “…I’m still mad,” he finally decided.

“That’s fair.”

“I’m leaving now.”

“Do you need me to walk you out of the building?”

Tony’s fidgeting grew. “…What’s the alarm for?”

Natasha could not hear an alarm, but she believed him. “I have no idea,” she admitted honestly. “I have earplugs. Would you like them?”

“…Yes,” he answered meekly.

Natasha didn’t say he was weak, because he wasn’t. And she didn’t say he could do better, because he was already doing his best. Instead she set the earplugs on her bedside table and let him pick them up, then waited for him to put them in before she led him out of her apartment, not saying a word when his arm occasionally brushed hers.


“I need,” Tony began, then stopped, clutching his sleeves.

Jim sat up with a snort, still somewhat bleary-eyed. “What? What do you need?”

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Tony said guiltily.

“I was on the couch, it’s fine.” Jim rubbed his eyes before looking up at him. “What do you need?”

Tony looked down at his feet. “I’m tired. …’nd sad.”

“Aw, Tones,” Jim cooed, immediately holding his arms out. “C’mere.”

Tony shuffled around him, anxious, then held out a robe. “Here.”

Jim pulled the robe on over his arms, spreading the rest of it over his body, then held his arms out again. The brunet touched the robe cautiously, and only then crawled into his lap. “I’m glad you know you can come to me, Tones. Wanna sleep?”

“It’s too loud,” Tony admitted, curling his fingers in the soft material of the robe.

“In your head, or out?”

“Both.”

“Okay,” Jim said, because he could work with that. “You got your earplugs in?”

“Yeah.”

He began rubbing a soothing hand up and down Tony’s spine. “Great. I’m gonna recite pi as far as I can and if you’re not asleep by then I’m gonna start reciting every component of an F-16′s motor.”

Tony was asleep just after the one hundred and forty-third number of pi. Jim was glad, because he’d only memorized the first one hundred and fifty.