you look good in my clothes

anonymous asked:

SEVENTEEN COME BACK!!!!!!!!!!!! DID YOU WATCH IT ?????? IM SCREAMING MY BABE JEONGHAN LOOKS SO GOOD WITH HIS HAIR AND HIS CLOTHES AND HIMSELF UHFUSDBFKHAJSD HE LOOKS SO IM CRYING - CAPS ANON

IKR THEY LOOK SO GOOD I DIED I WOKE UP TO THE NOTIFICATION AND I WAS LIEKNFIJEWBDSGFIJEDSBNFIEJWDKSBFNIESJDNF 

MY BABES LOOK SO GOOD

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AND THIS MAN IS A BIG NONO 

Originally posted by indigyu

AND WONWOO

Originally posted by parkji-mini

AND 👏🏼👏🏼MINGHAO👏🏼👏🏼. BOY👏🏼👏🏼 GET👏🏼👏🏼 ITTTTTT

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BUT JEONGHAN LOOKED OS AJGNWIEJFBHEISDFN

Originally posted by jeong-hanie

- Admin Angel

YURIO CHOREOGRAPHED HIS EX IN FUCKING ONE NIGHT IM FUCKING SCREAMING

im just imagining this little shit running around the streets of barcelona in the middle of the night trying to cobble a costume together while he lets beka handle the music

he bursts into chris’s hotel room at 3 like “give me one of your sexy tank tops”

& chris is 75% asleep and doesn’t register that none of his clothes are appropriate for a 15 year old. he gestures at his wardrobe and as yurio leaves he’s like. “im 2 sizes bigger than you my tanks will fall off”

yurio looks him dead in the eye. “good.”

yurio takes pleasure in waking JJ up at 5 am and asking for his tackiest piece of jewelry.

“here’s this cross necklace that i got at a flea market for 2 bucks”

yurio snatches it out of his hands. “im going to kick your ass today shithead”

JJ wonders if yurio understands the meaning of an exhibition skate.

the hardest part is the jacket bc yurio’s outfit just isn’t right but there’s no one here that’s actually his size and yurio hasn’t slept in 24 hours.

he’s on his 5th red bull.

when suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, he sees someone outside the rink wearing the gaudiest purple leather jacket he’s ever seen. it’s perfect.

“you! how much for your jacket!”

the man is confused bc he doesn’t speak english and also the men’s GPF gold medalist is screaming at him. he’s 80% sure these are his last moments on earth.

jacket“ yurio says like that will make the man understand.

through a complex game of charades, yurio manages to communicate that he wants the jacket. the man happily hands it over bc holy shit it’s the ice tiger of russia.

yurio throws the guy 30,000 rubles.

yurio shows up right before his EX running on 15 red bulls with under eye circles darker than his soul.

“you look like you’ve been shoved through a meat grinder” mila says

“good” yurio replies.

no amount of foundation will help. lilia is panicking, barcelona is falling. yurio’s eyes still look like they can see through time.

georgi kicks in the door. “i got this”

it’s 5 minutes to show time and yuuri and viktor come to see him off. they’re still in their own EX costumes.

“wow! so chic!” viktor says before getting distracted by a dog in the stands. (”it’s in a purse yuuri, 10/10 would doggo again“)

“davai!” yuuri says.

yuuri has a pair of sunglasses clipped to his shirt. yurio points at them. “are those viktor’s”

“yes?”

they’re gucci and worth more than nikolai plisetsky’s car.

yurio snatches them and skates off before viktor comes back.

beka is at the edge of the rink dressed in all black. he flashes yurio a thumbs up.

“wow those sunglasses look just like mine!”

send me a dessert
  • cherry turnover: who do you live with?
  • bananas foster: do you believe in soulmates?
  • glazed donut: would you rather visit a zoo or an aquarium?
  • pumpkin pie: what were your interests as a child?<br>
  • lemon tart: how many languages can you speak?
  • chocolate mousse: how is your relationship with your parents?
  • creme brûlée: describe your style
  • cheesecake: have you ever visited a sex shop?
  • raspberry sorbet: favorite clothing stores?
  • green tea ice cream: who was your first crush?
  • chocolate chip cookie: how has your life changed over the past year?
  • berry trifle: first & last concert you went to?
  • tapioca pudding: favorite animated characters?
  • fudge brownie: do you like your name?
  • strawberry shortcake: are you good at keeping secrets?
  • tiramisu: are you daring when it comes to makeup & clothing or do you like to play it safe?
  • oreo milkshake: do you sleep a lot?
  • apple crisp: how do you relax?
  • carrot cake: who is your celeb look alike?
  • macaron: what is your ethnicity?
  • cinnamon bun: favorite salty snack?
  • red velvet cupcake: ask any question of your own
  • Hideo Kojima: "There is a perfectly good, no, dare I say, profound reason why the Quiet is dressed like she is, and it is absolutely vital to every aspect of her story that she constantly wear as little clothing as possible and pose sexily every time you look at her. Now excuse me for a moment while I come up with that reason real fast."
  • Yoko Taro: "2B is dressed like that because it's my fetish."
Can we imagine Kara actually getting a blog and discovering the darker corners of the internet

“Alex, hey Alex why is this blog calling supergirl ‘Daddy’???? I’m not even a dude?? Alex, I don’t understand????”

“Alex how do you pronounce gif?”

“Alex why does this blog say they want supergirl to punch them??? I don’t want to punch them?????”

“Alex!!! This blog is calling supergirl ‘mom’ not ‘daddy’. What does that mean??? Is it different??? Alex, answer me!!”

“oh hey Alex looks at this, someone drew Lena…..without clothes on…oh and that’s supergirl…..never-mind Alex…“

“Ewww Alex this one thinks you’re dating supergirl because you’re always seen working with her…..how gross…..”

“Alex!!! Alex!!!! There’s a picture of supergirl kissing Lena!! Alex!!! I’ve haven’t kissed her yet!! Alex, what is this???? Alex!!!!”

“Alex, Why does this picture of supergirl have the same comment of ‘I’m so gay’ like 50 times???”

“Oh wow my arms do look really good. This blog is right to appreciate them”

“seriously Alex how to you pronounce gif??? I think I say it wrong and this blog gets really really upset when its mispronounced….”

“No Alex I’m not asking Maggie just tell me what ‘daddy’ means!!!“’

“Everyone lies: ‘Oh, getting old is terrible.’ What the fuck are they talking about? It’s so great! Let me count the ways. It takes until you’re 40 for you to have enough money to buy anything—like a bunch of weird chairs, that thing for my cat, the stuff for the web comic. You can’t afford a comic made of tiny things when you’re in your 20s. You need to get to a point in your life when you’ve made connections in your community, and you can do fun artistic projects, and you can buy a couple of movie chairs and have them sent to your apartment. That’s what it means to be 40. You just do whatever the hell you want. It’s awesome!

People say, ‘Oh, being in your 20s is the best.’ Is it? Because I found it very anxiety producing, and sad, and kind of lonely. I feel none of those things now. Life is awesome. And then they say, ‘Oh, you know, you’ll be wrinkled and ugly.’ Wrinkled? Maybe. Ugly? Are you kidding me? I’ve never looked this good. Look at my hair. I just had it done. Ask me how much that cost. I couldn’t spend that much on my hair even in my thirties. Look at this thing. It’s a shirt from a museum. I’m going to get all my clothes from museums. I couldn’t get any clothes from museums when I was in my 20s. Also, I know so much more now. I’m like a genius—just from life. I have all sorts of knowledge.

I feel like we’ve all been lied to by society—that youth is where it’s at. Not really. Youth kind of sucks. It’s thrilling, but it’s also terrifying. I’m not scared of anything now.

Oh, that’s the other thing. It’s the biggest thing. When I turned 30, a friend of mine wrote to me and said, ‘Tell me what you’ve learned. Give me your wisdom at 30.’ I remember reading that and thinking, ‘I have no idea.’ But I thought about it for a couple of days and I wrote back to him. ‘You now? I do have an answer for this: I feel more confident now. And I care a little bit less about what other people think.’ Now, at this age, I don’t give a fuck what people think.

This is how this translates to me. I’ve never attempted to be popular by any definition, which is good, because I certainly haven’t been. But it always killed me to disappoint people. I feel that less now.

You can’t hang anything over my head emotionally because I just don’t care. I don’t feel that I have to impress anyone anymore. It’s awesome!”

Cambridge, MA

in which jack and shitty accidentally date

based on a dream I had, I present: a short semi-fic about Jack and Shitty and their day-long, beautiful relationship.

Basically, this is what happens:

At a kegster during their freshmen year, in which Shitty is running around being the life of the party even though he’s a freshman, Jack is also in attendance– talking to Berger and Marsh in the kitchen. Jack is there, partly to keep an eye on Shitty, partly because he is surprised by how much he does like some of the guys on his team, mostly because they had won today and Jack is in quite a good mood. Not a good enough mood that he is going to risk going into the living room where music is blasting, but in a good enough mood that he is holding a solo cup of beer and chilling in the kitchen, chatting with Berger and Marsh. He is at ease as Jack ever is– laughing good naturedly as they tease both him and each other and of course, this is when the trouble starts.

The trouble is this: Marsh is drunk and excited that Jack has actually shown up to a Haus kegster and since Jack seems to be in a good mood, Marsh decides to take a risk and ask Jack a Question. More specifically, Marsh rams an friendly elbow into Jack’s ribs and goes:

“Yo, Zimmermann, you like anyone on campus yet?”

A few months prior, that question would have made Jack freeze up. But now, Jack smiles easily (because honestly, it is a rather respectful question– “like” instead of “fuck”; “anyone” instead of assuming “girl”) and he certainly doesn’t want to get into his romantic history or lack of crushes so he smiles, shrugs, and says

“Nah, love’s shitty,” It’s still friendly and he smiles and asks Berg about his crush that the whole team knows about and that should be that.

The problem, however, is that what Alex Berger and Carter Marsh heard was not “Nah, love’s shitty,” but “I’m in love with Shitty.”

Which, of course, is a much bigger deal. 

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a non-comprehensive list of my fave sheith things 

  • keith, within 0.2 seconds of entering a room: where’s shiro?
  • the “it’s good to have you back”/ “it’s good to be back” callback in s2
    • i don’t necessarily think this was their first interaction after being reunited in s1 (like presumably keith gave shiro clothes to change into etc. before this exchange) but i love that they both remembered & referenced it in s2 
  • the fact that keith’s very first scene involves him tenderly touching shiro’s face 
  • how adamant keith is about shiro being the One True Black Paladin™ (”you mean your bayard”) 
  • shiro’s complete and utter faith in keith’s abilities as a pilot / leader:
    • sending keith to chase rolo through the asteroid belt 
    • having keith pilot them to the BOM headquarters, which is located between two black holes (bonus: the way he’s 100% certain keith can get them back on course when one of the black holes starts drawing them in)
    • supporting keith in infiltrating zarkon’s ship despite it being dangerous bc his trust in keith outweighs everything
  • the way keith always rushes to shiro’s defense when he’s incapacitated / out of commission 
  • “at this moment, your friend desperately wants to see you” 
  • the way shiro, who is generally very controlled in his actions, feels comfortable enough to relinquish that control a little and drop his ~leader facade when it’s just him and keith
  • just overall how soft they are with each other, both in terms of tone of voice & expression 
  • The Hug™

feel free to reply/reblog with more! 

“Pardon me are you Aaron Hamilton, Sir?”
“That depends who’s asking?”
“Oh well sure Sir, I’m Alexander Burr. I’m at your service, Sir. I have been looking for you.”

In which Aaron is the young immigrant and Alexander the heir to the Burr legacy.

Handyman

Handyman (m)

Word count: 9.4k

Genre/Warnings: smut, angst, sub!Jimin, dirty talk

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: Jimin is your landlord’s son. After one stressful day he comes to fix your shower for you. You find yourself constantly thinking about him. Could he be the perfect submissive? (here’s some lovely Jimin moans for the occasion: credit to owner)

I’ve been working on this for forever so i’m excited about it! :)

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anonymous asked:

What do you think of Harry saying SOTT is about a mom dying in childbirth. I'm just ??????? What do you think SOTT is about?

For reference:

‘Sign of the Times’ came from ‘This isn’t the first time we’ve been in a hard time, and it’s not going to be the last time.’ The song is written from a point of view as if a mother was giving birth to a child and there’s a complication. The mother is told, ‘The child is fine, but you’re not going to make it.’ The mother has five minutes to tell the child, 'Go forth and conquer.’

Harry Styles, Rolling Stone

When I read this I immediately thought he’s trying to tell us without telling us that Jay was the inspiration for SOTT and making it his lead single is a tribute to her. I mean, that’s my take on it. Makes sense to me.

She prepared her kids (which for all intents and purposes includes Harry) for her death.

Just stop your crying
It’s a sign of the times
Welcome to the final show
Hope you’re wearing your best clothes

Referencing a funeral here.

You can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky
You look pretty good down here
But you ain’t really good

Understand when it’s your time to go, it’s your time to go. Riches can’t save you. Your life may look great from the outside. But it’s not always as good as it looks. And those last two lines may be a reference to how shocked everyone was that young, beautiful, vivacious Jay had passed. It’s not all good in Harry’s hood, even if that’s what the tabloids and paps and gossips make it seem like.

We never learn, we’ve been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullets?
We never learn, we’ve been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullets?

We’re all whistling past the graveyard like death isn’t coming for us and our loved ones. When it comes, we’re devastated. We know it’s coming eventually, but we can’t get in the headspace of truly being ready for it. So we live on the run. Running from death. But it will catch us eventually.

Just stop your crying
It’s a sign of the times
We gotta get away from here
We gotta get away from here
Just stop your crying
It’ll be alright
They told me that the end is near
We gotta get away from here

To everything there is a season. The time of death is upon us. But don’t stay in this place of grief. It’s ok to move on. Keep living your life. 

Just stop your crying
Have the time of your life
Breaking through the atmosphere
And things are pretty good from here

Jay wants her kids to enjoy life, even though she’ll be gone. She’s going to a better place. No more suffering.

Remember, everything will be alright
We can meet again somewhere
Somewhere far away from here

It feels terrible now. But eventually, it’ll get better. And she’ll see them again someday. N.E.R.D.–noone ever really dies. Energy just transforms.

We don’t talk enough
We should open up
Before it’s all too much
Will we ever learn?
We’ve been here before
It’s just what we know

Don’t take your loved ones for granted. Share. Bond. Grow together. Do better. A mother’s wisdom.

I feel like this is where it was going with the dying mom comments. Of course, for many fucked up reasons, he obviously couldn’t say this was about Jay. But I think he dropped enough of a hint for us to pick up. It’s not the first hard time or the last? I think in Ever Since New York, Harry made it clear that hiding his relationship with Louis and engaging in fauxmances has been very painful for him and I’m sure for both families as well. The child is fine, but you’re not going to make it? Yep, all her kids are thankfully fine. The mother has 5 minutes to tell the child to go forth and conquer? That must have been what the last months of her life felt like–5 minutes. Not enough time. But she prepared them. God bless.   

I wore a dress out in public for the first time today since I was in highschool. Allowing myself to stray from the gendered clothing that society expects of me is both liberating and terrifying. I constantly have to check myself and unravel my internalized sexism and transmisogyny and confront my fears about how I will be perceived. But I felt good, and I think I looked good too. I only wore the dress on for half the day, but I think that’s huge. And I’m proud of myself. (And thank you to Cole for always letting me wear her clothes ❤️)

  • Me: having a structured life is exhausting!
  • Therapist: I understand. Let's say just get up in the morning, get some breakfast, go for a walk...and that's it for a start.
  • Me: *internally: sounds reasonable, but that means first fighting against my will to just stay in bed and act as if I'm not existing. Getting up either way and facing my face and body in the mirror. There's an 80% chance that it's one of those days and I hate myself just so fucking much I could scream. But there's also a chance I look in the mirror and find a person that does not seem to be familiar to me looking back at me. Still, now you want me to shower and wash this body I find really disgusting. I have to see every single scar I have and maybe feel the burn of fresh cuts. Then I have to put on cloth, brush my teeth and my hair and do my makeup, as I can't go outside without hiding my ugly face under layers of primers and foundations and powders and highlighters and fake lashes and a perfect contour and a big nude fake smile. I spend money I don't have to make myself look good enough for myself to endure my own appearance. I remember to take my meds. Now I'm dressed (in clothes that hopefully say 'i don't care' when really I care a lot) and can go to the kitchen to prepare food that I know I won't be able to eat in 50% of the cases. There's also a good chance that I eat it and then find myself throwing up and ruining my makeup feeling every single disgusting cell of fat on my body vibrate while trying to breathe. Well either way let's say I might redo my make-up, brush my teeth again and step outside. I maybe take my horse with me and walk through the neighbourhood. I have to see people. I feel anxious. I would love to just turn around and go back home. But I keep on walking, trying to seem selfconfident so my horse and neighbours can't see or feel my insecurity. I'll try to be friendly and act normal even though I'm sure they hate me and laugh about me. Still if the communication between my horse and me isn't perfect today I'll probably cry and if a neighbour just looks at me in a way that i interpret to be unfriendly or cold or annoyed I'll probably cry too. Let's say I'm back home. Now it's like 11 in the morning. What do I do? By now I'm an emotional wreck, tired as hell, probably planing on how to harm myself with one half of my brain while the other half bundles it's last energy to prevent exactly this from happening. How do I survive the rest?*
  • Me: I'll try.
I Was Wondering - Jeff Atkins Imagine

Jeff Atkins x reader 

Request: I would like to request an imagine where y/n is Tony’s best friend there very close but Jeff has a crush on y/n so one day in gym class Jeff talks to tony about y/n when y/n talks to Clay cause there good friends too . So tony gives good wording about Jeff then he leaves them alone in a group in gym class they bond and he walks her home spending time in his house and while they were talking somehow they ended up cuddling and he asks her out.

WARNINGS: Fluff


“You look ridiculous in those shorts”

“Shut up Tony, your smaller than me so you have no say so in my gym clothes.”

He puts his hands over his heart and fake cries “Ouch y/n, way to burst a mans ego”

I playfully push him as we walk into the gym. There are a few guys playing basketball and volleyball, girls walking around the gym talking, some girls practicing their cheer routine, and other people just sitting on the bleachers. That’s what me and Tony do until gym class start in 10 minutes. 

“You’re still driving me home right?”

“Yeah, cause after I have to take it to the shop and it’s right by you.”

I roll my eyes, “You and that damn mustang” I laugh.

“You can never take a car to serious miss.”

“Yeah whatever auto boy”

“Don’t ever say that again please”

We both laugh and start talking about the game next week. As we are talking, Tony’s friend Jeff comes and sit down next to us.I don’t know much about him, but I know he’s close to Clay and Tony. I know he’s surprisingly not an ass like the other jocks. 

“Hey what’s up Tony”. They do their ‘boy’ handshake and then he glances at me and smiles.

“Hey y/n” I looked at him surprised. I didn’t even know he knew me. We aren’t what you call, in the same ‘popularity range’ not that he seemed to care. As I looked at him I never realized how cute he was up close. That sounded kind of creepy.

“Hey Jeff” I smile.

“What are you guys up to?”

“Nothing we were just talking about the game next Friday”

“Oh, well thanks to Clay I can play” he smiles at me. I look away, not wanting him to see me obviously blushing at his look.

As soon as he said that, we heard a thud on the gym floor. We look and see Clay laying on the floor holding his head. Of course, leave it to Clay to get hit with a ball. 

“Oh Jensen” I whisper. “I’ll be right back guys, I need to give Clay tips on catching the ball with his hands and not his head.”

As I bounce down the bleachers, I here the guys laughing at my statement. I jog to Clay and help him up.

“I fucking hate gym” he whispers.

“I’m sure gym hates you too” I laugh.

“It’s that obvious huh?”

“Very much so” I laugh.

“What are you guys talking about up there?”

I look back up to the bleachers and see Jeff quickly snap his head back towards Tony as they continue their conversation. He was looking at me. I smile to myself.

“Hello,earth to y/l/n”

“Sorry, just school stuff, come up and sit with us unless you want these balls to keep kicking your ass.”

He rolls his eyes, but starts walking towards the bleacher, knowing I’m right. When we get there Jeff is red and Tony is just staring at me. We all start talking and laughing. Jeff is in the middle of talking to Clay about his sad love life when Tony turns to me.

“Hey y/n um.. I’m not gonna be able to drive you home today.”

“What the hell Tony why? you know I don’t like walking alone”

“Well because, my buddy Jeff is gonna walk you home.”

When he said that, I saw Jeff staring at me, looking somewhat anxious for my reaction. I choose to react coolly although my girly insides were screaming. 

“Oh.”

“Oh come on y/n/n I honestly think Jeff is pretty good company. You’ll like him.”

I know there was more meaning behind what he said but I didn’t say anything. I look towards Jeff and a still oblivious Clay still rambling about Hannah and smile.

“Okay, yeah why not.”


Me and Jeff walk together in silence side by side while my hands are on my book bag and his in his front pocket. It’s so silent it’s almost laughable. I decide to break the silence, but so did he.

“So-”

“So-”

We laugh and he looks down at me.

“Sorry you first.” With his eyes still on me I continue.

“So did Tony really blow me off, or was it his lame excuse to get us to walk together?” 

“I’m the guilty one. I wanted to get to know you and wanted us to be alone.”

I look away to hide my goofy smile and pull my hair behind my ear. I start to smell that dampy air and know rain is about to come. 

“Well that’s honest of you.”

“Why thank you miss.”

He brings up the dance and ask if I was going with anyone. When I was about to say no, it started pouring down out of nowhere. 

“Shit, its coming down hard!”

I use my sweater to cover my hair, but I can already feel myself getting soaked and my house is still about 6 blocks away. 

“My house is right around the corner if you want to wait for it to settle down!” he yells over the rain. I think about it and its better than getting even more soaked. 

“Ye-yeah okay!”

We jog to his house, and I sigh in relieve when we enter the warm house. 

“My parents aren’t home if that’s okay.” 

“Yeah that’s fine.” I stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. He noticed and spoke up.

“Um if you want, we can chill in the living room and watch tv until we dry off so I can continue walking you home.”

“Yeah sure.” I smile. We sit on the couch and Jeff gets a blanket for us to share and to warm up. He turns on Family Guy and we start laughing immediately. I didn’t even realize how close together we became after the second episode. I was leaning into his shoulder with his arm around me and our legs were tangled together on his coffee table. I didn’t know if he realized but I know one thing. I hope we stay like this. I snuggle closer into him and he looks at me.

“Y/n”

“Yeah”

“I have been wanting to ask you something” he seemed anxious again.

“So ask me.”

“Will you go out with me?”

I don’t even have to think to know my answer.

“Yes” I smile and Jeff breathes out the breath he was holding in and smiles with me.

“Thank god” and he pushes me in closer and smashes his lips on mine.

My Fake Boyfriend Part 11 (Final Part)

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 3571

Warnings: A lot of emotions, a lot of fluffy and a little of smut.

@drinkfantasy thank you so much for being my beta. You are the best.

You are so happy, you can’t believe that today you are finally going to sleep on your own bed. “You know, I really like to see you wearing my clothes.” You smile at Bucky’s words as he hugs you from behind.

“I like to wear them, they smell like you.” You are wearing a pair of leggings and one of his sweaters. It’s so big and comfortable. “You can keep it if you want, it looks really good on you.” You turn around kissing him on the lips. “You are going to regret this, in a couple months you are not going to have any more clothes to wear.” You say playful, taking his hair out of his forehead.

“I don’t mind, I can always steal them back and this way they are gonna smell like you.” He is so sweet, you can’t believe how kind and precious Bucky Barnes can be, especially after everything he has been through.

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Jealous Girl.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Readers.

Warnings: SMUT. Jealousy, annoyed reader, PWP, unprotected sex (Kids, remmeber to wrap your presents). Public sex, me being a shameless hoe for Murder Daddy.

Word Count: 1262.

Rating: 18+

So… I wanted to write jealous reader. @sexylibrarian1 was ordering me to finish this so I could go and start writing that other thing (she knows what I’m talking about). Here you go, now you have something to complain about.

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butch

“You’ll look like a boy,” my mother tells me. The implication is that I will be uglier than I already am: pimpled, greasy, in sore need of braces. “Your face isn’t the right shape.”

I notice no one ever tells boys these things, giving them haircuts. I am a spindly, pointy little creature – a bag of wire hangers, as my father says – hiding behind a long curtain of dark brown hair. It is consistently a rat’s nest of knots and dingy-looking oil. I have a muddy look about me, a certain dullness. At nearly thirteen, the average observer tends to guess my age around nine; my slim hips and small, vestigial-looking breasts might almost give me a chance at androgyny, if I didn’t have ten inches of pure and unadulterated nonsense growing out of my scalp. I am the only girl in my grade who takes no pride in her appearance. Perhaps if they had to contend with the face in my mirror every morning, they wouldn’t either.

“What do you want to cut your hair for, anyway?”

There is no telling my mother that in spite of the topographic map of flaws which comprises my face, I have kissed a girl. I look for women like me on television, in books, and I find them, but they cut handsome figures, short of hair, strong of jaw. I am weak and flowery in comparison. I want that kind of strength, that thing called butch which seems to elude me.

“It gets in the way.”

My mother huffs, irritable. “It’ll look greasier the shorter it gets. All that oil will stay on the top of your head.” She gestures to my limp, ugly strings. I flush. “You could have such pretty hair if you took care of it. There’s no reason to chop it all off.”

Here she strikes a sore spot. She knows I crave some kind of beauty, some meager peer approval. To say I don’t want pretty hair, no matter the length, would be a baldfaced lie. I try to say it anyway. She rolls her eyes.

“You can cut it to your shoulders,” she says decisively, “but that’s it. And we’ll get you layers, that’ll look nice.”

I mumble thanks, and three days later come home from the salon looking like a young man’s senior yearbook photo from 1975. It looks horrible, but I take a grainy, yellowish webcam photo anyway, an autistic’s poor approximation of an enthusiastic smile pasted on my face.

Seven years later, I find myself in another salon. I have forgone the lumpy, monochromatic, slightly feminine clothing of my childhood for men’s work shirts and polished leather boots, and I look good, but my hair is the longest it has ever been. I almost feel a kind of pride in having generated so much dead protein.

“So what kind of cut were you thinking of?” the stylist asks.

My mother and I fought about this until the very second I got into the car to leave. She insists upon me leaving some kind of long, wavy bit at the top of my head, enough perhaps to sweep girlishly over one eye. I want it off. “Don’t do anything too drastic,” she warned me as I stepped out the door.

The picture I bring with me has no such extraneous length. Short on all sides, a little longer on top. All-purpose, utilitarian, not a trace of anything lacy or lissome. The stylist nods and gets to work, shows me the ways to make it as masculine as possible. She sweeps it back handsomely with men’s gel and pomade and when I leave I have never felt better in my entire life.

My mother’s horrified shock is temporary, but my father approves. “You feel good, kid?” he asks.

I do.

170226 Leo Twitter Reply Compilation

☆ But I really think I was born lucky. I think I always have good luck. I hope only good things will happen until the end. Of course I’ll make my own happiness! hing I miss you, oppa. It seems like so long that I haven’t seen you.. Your face is just haunting meㅠㅠㅠ
Leo: just haunting you?

☆ wow
Leo: wow

☆ Let’s get married Jung Taekwoon
Leo: Why?

☆ omg oppaㅜㅜㅠㅜㅠㅜㅜㅠ
Leo: What

☆ I want to see you so much I could die Jung Taekwoon
Leo: You shouldn’t die

☆ omg I was just listening to Words to Say and you are here now 8ㅅ8
Leo: keep listening

☆ Taekwoon-ahㅠㅠㅜㅠㅜㅜㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠI’m being haunted but can’t see you When will I see you?????? Why can’t I see you in front of me
Leo: come here

☆ omg oppa omg
Leo: omg what

☆ Oh my Have a good night
Leo: Sleep is a long way off

☆ Wut are you doing
Leo: working

☆ OMG Oppa, you came at Sanghyuk o’clock
Leo: I came at the wrong time
T/N: The month and day of the members’ birthdays correlate to their “time of day” in hours and minutes.

☆ Daeguni, are you not eating dinner..?
Leo: Your picture is sort of burdensome
T/N: Their dp is N looking into a camera shot at an odd angle.

☆ omg omg I was having a hard time, but now I’m so happy to see youㅠㅠㅠㅠ
Leo: Why are you having a hard time

☆ omg What is this Oppa All of a sudden omg What’s this What!!!!!!!!!
Leo: Change your picture
T/N: Their dp is a picture of Leo yawning.

☆ OMG It’s Jung Taekwoon
Leo: It’s me

☆ I can’t have something like the good fortune of getting a reply right~~~~
Leo: Here, good fortune

☆ Oppa, what are you doing recently? Have you been well?
Leo: I’ve been working

☆ DaebakjeokㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜThanks for coming
Leo: What is daebakjeok
T/N: Daebakjeok is basically “amazing”

☆ I almost lost my breathㅠㅠㅠ Oppa, would you like to eat ramyun?
Leo: If it’s Shin Ramyun

☆ Oppa where are you?? I miss youㅠㅠ It’s been so wong since I’ve seen youㅠㅠㅠㅠ
Leo: Is this aegyo?

☆ Today is work and giving a recitation
Leo: work work work

☆ Hello It’s me Are you doing well there~~
Leo: very well

☆ Oppa, can you tell me when the concert will be this year so I can plan my vacation?ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ I almost overlapped it with the concert last year
Leo: When will it be

☆ Pleeease release a 2nd LR album….
Leo: Is this a confession all of a sudden

☆ Are you sick at all?ㅠㅠㅠ
Leo: I’m very healthy

☆ What are you doing recently?
Leo: I’m working recently

☆ ㅜㅜㅜNoo …… You left I’ll send this praying that next time I get a reply ㅜㅜ I just can’t let you go!!!!
Leo: I haven’t gone

☆ Oppa disappeared so quietly…….. Someday me too…..crying
Leo: I’ll disappear soon 😶

☆ During the semester, no matter how busy I am, I’ll send mentions to you one at a time. This is my plan! I don’t know whether you will read it or not, but if happen to read it I hope I can be a little of your strength. I hope you always smile 😊
Leo: Good luck on your new semester!

☆ You don’t have to reply, so please just lookㅠㅠ The daily temperature range is huge, so wear warm clothes! Don’t be hurt! While waiting for the next comeback I’ll study hard! I’ll do my best and look over you! Goodbye!
Leo: Thanks

☆ Hellow!!! Mr. Jung Taekwoon!! Please say something to the office workers who have to go to work tomorrow!!!!!!!
Leo: I go to work everyday

☆ Hello〜I’m sending this from Japan It’s so hardㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠbecause I’m busy with workㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
Leo: Thanks
T/N: Leo replied in Japanese

☆ Oppa, please say that my class assignment will turn out well…🙏
Leo: Class assignments are up to the heavens

☆ Leo-saーーーーーーn
Leo: Why
T/N: In Japanese

☆ Good evening (=^^=) Did you eat?
Leo: Not yet
T/N: In Japanese

☆ You are really the kindest person in the world .. Thank you
Leo: You all mean that to me too

Leo (@JUNGTW_LEO):

잠깐이지만 오늘도 재밌었어. 모두 감기 조심합시다!

It was just a short time, but today was fun. Everyone, let’s be careful of colds!

The Ice Cream Date

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, Swearing (NSFW)

Word Count: 2157

Summary: After hearing an interesting conversation that you were having with Nat, Bucky finally decides to make his move.

Author’s Notes: We all know that I’m basic Bucky Barnes trash. I also find writing smut fun.

Originally posted by bovaria

Originally posted by oshitwhysoserious

“I’m telling you – it all just sounds dirty,” Nat said with a grin as she turned to look at me.

“Nat – it’s probably because your mind is always in the gutter,” I snorted as I lounged on the couch.

“That’s not true!” She protested – her grin widening as she said it. Wanda snickered at this as I playfully rolled my eyes.

“She does have a point – I mean after all, vanilla is technically a type of sex,” Wanda added as Nat shot her a thumbs up. I groaned as I grabbed the remote to flip through the channels.

“You’re going to ruin ice cream for me,” I muttered grumpily under my breath as the two began assigning each type of ice cream with a different type of sexual act or position.

“Oh come on, Y/N. What’s gotten into you? You’ve been so grumpy lately!” Wanda whined as she tried to fight back her giggles.

“I think the issue is what hasn’t gotten into her lately,” Nat added with a quirked eyebrow which caused a new wave of snickers from Wanda. I raised my head up from the couch and gave Nat the best ‘go to hell’ look that I could muster. “There’s nothing wrong with it Y/N – all of us need it sometimes,” she added with a sly grin and a shrug.

“What are you guys talking about?” Bucky’s voice drifted from behind me – causing me to yelp in surprise. I could feel my face flushing at the thought of having to try to explain the conversation to him. Nat had known for awhile now that I had harbored a secret crush on Bucky – but I had always been too terrified of rejection to actually act on it.

“Oh we were just talking about ice cream. Y/N hasn’t had any in awhile, and Wanda and I are trying to convince her that it is good for the soul…. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” Nat replied as her eyes flicked from Bucky back to me.

“Yup,” I managed to squeak out –while mentally adding murdering Nat in her sleep to the top of my to-do list.

The corners of Bucky’s mouth quirked at this as his eyes shone with amusement. “Well Y/N – I haven’t had some ice cream in awhile either. Want to go tonight after dinner with me?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes at Bucky for a moment – I could almost guarantee by the look on his face that he had heard more of the conversation than he was letting on, but even the thought of that was sending shivers down my spine. I shifted on the couch – slightly flustered by the thoughts rushing through my mind. “Well?” Bucky asked again, playfully hovering over me on the couch.

“Sure,” I grinned.

“Great!” Bucky responded with a wink before strolling out of the common room.

“Problem solved,” Nat added happily as I sent a pillow whizzing towards her head.


I tried to not let my nerves get the best of me as I waited for Bucky by the elevator. When he stepped out of his room and saw me his eyes drifted appreciatively to my bare legs. I had opted to wear a pair of my shortest shorts to show off my assets – plus it was summer, and pretty damn hot. “Ready?” he asked with a grin.

“Absolutely,” I answered as I followed him into the elevator.

Once the doors of the elevator closed Bucky turned to me once again with a grin. “You look beautiful tonight – just in case you were wondering,” he whispered as he gave me a once-over again.

“Thanks,” I blushed shyly—causing him to chuckle.

“Are you always this shy?” he countered as we exited the elevator. “Or is it just around me?” he asked with mock horror.

“Mainly just around you,” I laughed as I blushed again.

“Well you shouldn’t be,” he whispered into my ear as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “I wasn’t sure if you would want to come tonight. In all honestly I’ve been wanting to take you out for awhile.” This confession and his physical proximity to my body was causing raw bolts of electricity to shoot down my spine. I could feel my body reacting to his touch as wetness pooled between my legs. I ached for him to slip his hands down my shorts to feel how his words and presence affected me.

“Here we are,” he announced as he steered me into the ice cream and soda shop – effectively snapping me back to the here and now. We strolled to the counter where we placed our orders and in turn received our things before making our way to a secluded booth in the back corner.


“This has to be some of the best ice-cream I’ve had in years,” I groaned as licked my spoon clean. I had inhaled half of the sundae I had ordered already. My announcement caused Bucky to chuckle as he watched me with amusement. Flustered I tried to put my spoon back in the dish but managed to knock the bowl off the table and onto my lap. “Ugh, dammit,” I moaned as I moved to grab napkins.

“Allow me,” Bucky offered as he grabbed a handful of napkins off the table and reached under the table to my lap. I could feel the napkins scrape across my bare skin as he cleaned the mess. I tried my best to stay in control of my body’s responses to his touch as he reached for another batch of napkins and continued his work. He smirked at me mischievously as his fingertips slid very softly across my shorts putting pressure in just the right spot to make me gasp. “Maybe we should head back and get you cleaned up properly,” he whispered suggestively. His voice was as smooth as sex and if I could have I would have taken him then and there.

“Yeah – that’s probably for the best,” I choked out as we both rose from the booth and made our way back to Stark Tower.


We remained silent throughout the journey to the tower – our bodies never breaking contact as Bucky wrapped his arm tightly around me. Once the elevator doors were securely closed behind us Bucky turned to me – pressing my body against the wall of the elevator as his breath tickled my neck. “Doll – I haven’t done this in awhile. You’ll have to tell me if…”

“Bucky, I want to,” I whispered as I placed my hand softly on his chest. With this answer he kissed me softly and deeply as his body pressed into mine – allowing me to feel his growing hardness. When the elevator dinged to let us know that we had arrived on our floor Bucky broke away from the kiss and took my hand before leading me down the hall to his room.

Once the door to his room was securely locked he turned to look at me with a devilish grin. “I need to clean myself up,” I pointed out as I stepped around him to go to his bathroom.

“No,” he whispered as he softly grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him.

“But Bucky…” I complained.

“I said no,” he responded again as he lifted me off the floor and carried me to his bed. “I’ll take care of it,” he added as he placed me on his bed.

“What do you…. Oh my god,” I moaned as his tongue trailed roughly up my inner thigh. He was relentless as his bobbed up and down – lapping up the stickiness that had been left behind. I couldn’t handle the sensation and bucked my hips softly causing him to chuckle against my skin. The sensation drifted up my body to the growing wetness between my legs. “Bucky,” I moaned breathlessly as he softly pushed my hips firmly back onto the bed.

“What do you want doll?” he whispered softly as his fingers trailed up my thigh and worked their way into my shorts. I moaned again as they touched everywhere but the part of me that ached.  

“Fuck… Bucky, please,” I begged as I wiggled under his embrace – trying to make his fingers graze my sensitive clit.

“Tck, tck,” Bucky responded with humor in his voice as he removed his hands to grab the hem of my shirt. “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he whispered as I raised up slightly to help him remove my shirt. He let out an appreciative sigh at my red and black lace bra. “This is pretty,” he mumbled as he playfully traced his fingers over the material. “But I bet what’s underneath is even prettier,” he remarked as he reached behind me to unclasp it. “Mmm, I was right,” he muttered appreciatively once he had removed my bra entirely. “God – you’re gorgeous,” he breathed against my chest as he traced one of his metal fingers around my nipple before latching his mouth around its hardened mound and sucking softly.

“Oh god,” I moaned again as I weaved my fingers through his hair. I felt the cool metal of his fingers tracing down my stomach to the button of my shorts where he expertly unbuttoned them before breaking away from my breast.

“Let’s get these off,” he mumbled as I raised my hips up for him to remove my shorts.

“What about?” I asked as I looked down at my underwear.

“All good things happen in time, doll,” he smirked as his fingers glided around my panty line making the throbbing between my legs intensify. “You’re soaked through your panties,” he muttered amused as his fingers brushed over my clothed core. “All for me?” he asked as a grin spread across his face.

“Bucky if you don’t soon… I’m going to have to…”

“Have to what?” he asked as his eyes shined with curiosity.

“Do it myself,” I muttered with a smirk.

“Mmm – have you ever touched yourself and thought about me?” he asked – his hot breath tickling my neck as he trailed kisses up and down it.

“Buck,” I moaned again.

“Answer the question baby girl,” he mumbled against my skin.

“Yes,” I muttered breathlessly.

“Do you think about me filling you up with my dick?” he asked as his hands began to pull away the soaked fabric of my underwear.

“Yes,” I panted. I gasped as he spread my legs open wider.

“I want you to touch yourself for me,” he whispered before pulling away and getting off the bed. He began to remove his clothes – his eyes never leaving me as I did what I was told. I moaned as my fingers spread around my wetness – tripping over my sensitive clit again and again. Bucky pushed off his underwear allowing his erection to spring free. My body responded to the mere sight of its size. “That’s enough,” Bucky muttered as he grabbed my hands and moved them above my head. “Are you always this wet when you think about me?” he asked as his fingers grazed the inside of my thigh before making contact with my wetness. I could only manage to nod my head yes as I rocked myself up and down his fingers. I could feel my walls tightening as I road towards my orgasm. Suddenly Bucky removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with his tongue. Lapping up my wetness and humming appreciatively to himself. As he pushed his tongue into me I lost control and came hard.

He allowed me to ride out the wave of my orgasm on his face before breaking free and sitting up. “Come here, doll,” he said as he offered a hand to me. I took it and shakily sat up before making my way over to where he was sitting. He lifted me gently over him before slowly sitting me on his lap until he was fully sheathed inside of me. I moaned at the fullness. “God, Y/N… you’re so tight,” he muttered under his breath as I began to move myself up and down – causing just the right amount of friction.

“God you feel better than I could ever imagine,” I muttered as Bucky thrust his hips towards mine – allowing himself even deeper. I moaned at this as I continued to ride him. I could feel myself tightening around him – my body already working towards its next orgasm. “Fuck, Bucky!” I exclaimed as I spilled over the edge – the deep contractions of my walls ushering on his own orgasm. He groaned as he stiffened – coating my walls with himself. I stilled around him until his orgasm ended and he softly raised me from his lap before laying beside me.

He snuggled close to me as our bodies finally began to relax. “Doll?” he asked as I turned around to face him. He grinned as he looked at me. “Anytime you want ice cream all you have to do is ask.”


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