#HUF x HAZE capsule

[pannas-boy]

JJBA: Golden Wind Ficlet

Pairing: Pannacotta Fugo x OC, Pannacotta Fugo x Luca Carpaccio

Summary: Awakened from a nightmare, Luca finds himself responsible for caring for his roommate's dangerous stand. Light hurt/comfort, Fugo is barely in this, sorry

TW: Light non graphic injuries, wound cleaning, this DOES start with Luca hanging out a window

Word Count: 1.3k+

An uncomfortable pressure formed around Luca’s stomach, fabric straining around his waist. Within the depths of his dreams, Luca felt weightless and uneasy. Frowning, he forced his eyes open. Met with the breeze of Venice before him, he tensed. His source of balance shifted, and he whipped his head back, his skull ramming into something hard, an audible thunk produced. The restraint around him tightened, muscles rippling beneath purple checkered skin. Groaning filled Luca’s ears as the chest against his back heaved. He grappled with the arm around his middle, the hairs along his arms rising as he recognized Fugo’s stand encapsulating him.

“Fuck.” Luca wriggled out of the stand’s arms, landing on his feet, cornered against the wall.

In the light, Purple Haze was unsettling, stitches tight along his dry skin, blood beading along his chapped lips, pulled back into an eerie scowl as a trill rang from his mouth.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Luca winced. “C’mon, c’mere.” He grabbed the stand’s hand, wary of the capsules along his knuckles as they linked fingers. “I’m so sorry.” He cautiously shuffled toward the mass in front of him, the warmth emanating from Haze almost comfortable.

The two meter stand followed as Luca padded out of the room, chuffing as his feet trudged. The brown haired teen led him to the bathroom, watching Haze duck under the doorframe. Luca shut the door and bustled about, rummaging through the sink cabinet. He stood, meeting Haze’s wide, vibrant eyes.

“You’re too tall.” He hummed.

Haze cocked his head, a grunt leaving his throat.

“No, no.” Luca shook his head, clutching the first aid kit to his chest. “Can you help me get on the sink?”

The stand huffed, plucking Luca off his feet, large hands clutching his waist. Luca settled on the counter, eyes dancing over the looming stand. Drool dripped down its chin, teeth bared. Its ragged breaths moved its entire body, muscles rippling as he moved.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.” Luca whispered, shakily dabbing a cotton pad in alcohol. “Thank you… for saving me.” He extended his hand, offering it for Haze to smell. “I gotta clean you up, okay?”

Haze lifted his chin, revealing his face beneath the glass shield. Luca slipped his fingers beneath it, feeling hot breath on his skin. He gingerly wiped at the endlessly open wounds lining his mouth, frowning at the matching ones outlining his eyes. Luca stabilized a hand on Haze’s shoulder, pulling him closer. The stand craned to meet his height, head bowed, dilated pupils glued to Luca. The boy’s eyebrows furrowed, a pout tugging at his chapped lips. His fingers trembled against Haze’s face. He ran his pointer along the threads through Haze’s lips. He tugged lightly, testing the resistance, hoping to remove them. Purple Haze hissed, features furling into a resemblance of a scowl.

“Sorry, sorry.” Luca cooed, rubbing a thumb over the sore spot. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” He ran his finger across Haze’s dry lips before pulling back. “Here, I have an idea.”

Haze watched Luca’s face light up, eyes bright, smile wide. He shuffled against the counter, hips flush against Haze’s as he turned, opening the mirror’s cabinet. He produced a tube of antibiotic cream, turning back with a grin. Haze tilted his head, and Luca chuckled.

“It’ll help keep them clean.”

Entranced by the unfamiliar kindness on the boy’s face, Haze leaned back in. Luca cupped his jaw, working quietly. His mind raced as he stilled himself, eyes narrowed, teeth chewing at his bottom lip. His hand was calloused, slender fingers warm, soft against the beast’s lips. He would pull away every few moments, taking a deep breath and rolling his neck. Haze nuzzled into his touch, a content purr rising from his chest. The vibrations reached Luca’s hand, putting him at ease. He rubbed Haze’s cheek, air halted in his throat. The stand curled further into Luca, broad shoulders encompassing him. Heart pounding, Luca let out a slow breath.

“Can I get your eyes, honey?”

Haze chuffed, trying to angle himself lower. Luca chuckled, shaking his head.

“I’m too short, I might have to stand on the sink.” He wobbled to his feet, balancing precariously on the counter, hands secure in the dips of Haze’s broad shoulders, fingers grazing his stitching. 

Haze watched, perplexed. Luca’s legs trembled as his blueberry socks slid against the counter. Instinctually, Haze reached out, grabbing Luca by the waist and pulling him snug against his torso. Luca tensed in Haze’s arms, legs comfortably twisting around the stand’s waist. He let out a small chuckle, clinging to the muscular figure beneath him.

“Maybe if we sit?”

Haze complied, taking a step back to perch on the edge of the tub. Luca settled easily into the mecha, legs hooked around his waist, hand resting on his chest. He slipped his fingers beneath Haze’s face-plate, slowly working at the stitching around his eyes. Purple Haze’s arms tightened around the boy in his lap, enamored by his gentle touch, his warmth, the kindness clearly outweighing the fear in his dark eyes. He was calm and tender, everything the stand and its user had ever craved.

“Alright, sweet boy.” Luca purred. “Want clean teeth?”

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Sunbeams streamed through the room, stirring Fugo from his sleep. His eyes opened, almost effortlessly. His body felt unfamiliarly light, limbs loose, head refreshed. He sat up and stretched his arms over his head, a satisfied grunt slipping past his lips. He looked down at the foot of the bed, head cocked. Something felt different. He could barely remember the dream he’d had the night before. In a dimly lit room, someone held him, stroked his face, spoke sweetness into his ears and soothed his aches.

His eyes bugged out of his head. Nestled in a pile of blankets on the floor laid Luca, wrapped in Purple Haze’s muscular arms. His heart stopped cold, skin tightening, hands shaking, every hair on his body standing straight up. His stand had killed his roommate. In his sleep.

“Lucas?” His stomach flipped violently.

The small stand user stretched, a small squeak drifting past his lips. He dropped back down, cuddling closer to the monster. His head rested against Haze’s chest, arms tightly wound around his middle, legs tangled together. Fugo’s heart thumped beneath his ribs as Luca nuzzled into the physical manifestation of his soul. Confusion flooded his brain as he observed the scene once more. Purple Haze seemed content, body relaxed, eyes shut, chest rising and falling evenly. As if he were resting. Luca was fast asleep, calm, seemingly unscathed.

Dressed in solely his pajama pants, Fugo shivered. His narrowed eyes landed on the open window, and he frowned. He always slept with the window closed, he always had. More importantly, he rarely manifested Purple Haze, the stand’s abilities too lethal to control. He clambered out of bed, kneeling by Luca’s side.

“Lu.” He whispered, running a thumb along Luca’s cheek. “Luc, wake up.”

“Huh?” Luca stirred, eyes cracking open.

“Shh.” Fugo hissed. “I need you to get up, Lu. Be real quiet for me, yeah?”

“What?” Luca frowned, reaching to rub his eyes.

“Lucas, listen to me.” Fugo caught his wrist, knuckles white. “You are sleeping next to Purple Haze.”

“I know.” Luca grumbled, shaking his hand free. “Leave me alone.”

“Luca, he’s dangerous.” Fugo snipped.

“No, he’s not.” Luca rolled his eyes, a frown on his face.

“Lu, you don’t understan-”

“Yes, I do.” Luca scowled. “He’s fine if you’re just nice. Let me go back to sleep.”

Purple Haze shifted, and Fugo winced. “Luca-”

“Go away before you wake him up.” Luca rolled back onto his side, curling up to Haze’s torso.

Fugo blinked, taken aback. Luca had never spoken to him that way, he had commandeered his stand, and to top it off, Haze seemed to like the brunet better than his own user. Not to mention the butterflies fumbling through Fugo’s torso, his heart threatening to jump out of his mouth.

“I’ll make sure Abbacchio doesn’t drink all the coffee.” He croaked out, getting to his feet.

The wrinkles along Luca’s forehead disappeared, a small smile spreading across his face. “Thank you."

[dippedanddripped]

Skate brand HUF partners with iconic New York City artist HAZE for an exclusive capsule collection.

Making his debut on the streets of NYC writing the name “HAZE” in the early 70’s, Eric Haze quickly gained notoriety for his trademark letter forms and unique handstyle. His distinct style paved the way for HAZE to open his own design studio in 1986, becoming one of the first graffiti artists to authentically capture street and hip-hop culture through graphic design.

HUF x HAZE capsule features the artist’s signature letterforms on a range of hoodies, tees, headwear and a skate deck, utilizing different techniques including embroideries, flocking, screen prints and all-over patterns.

The highlight of the capsule includes a special tribute to the late Joshua Prince – aka Dust La Rock – a NYC-based artist, past HUF designer, and co-founder of Fool’s Gold Records, who passed away in 2015. The Dust La Rock jacket draws inspiration from an insulated flight jacket in HAZE’s personal archive and is limited to just 100 pieces worldwide.

This HUF x HAZE capsule collection is scheduled to release Thursday (February 18th) at HUF flagship stores and at HUFworldwide.com.

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

Lavender Haze

pairing: regulus black x reader

genre: fluff

el's thoughts: i've had this song on repeat for the last hour bahaha, i hope y'all like it<3

Meet me at midnight.

Y/N smiled down at the note and stuffed it in her bag. She looked up adn locked eyes with the young Black who sent the paper crane flying her way. “Midnight.” Her lips formed the words soundlessly before she continued her work.

~

Once she walked up the steps to the astronomy tower she saw Regulus leaning on the rail holding a newspaper out in front of him. “What are you looking at?” He wasn’t startled by her voice, “We made the headlines… Again.” She leanded up and placed a kiss to his cheek before looking at the paper, sighing when she saw a moving photo of them walking around Diagon Alley during christmas holidays. Y/N L/N: One night or a wife?

She scoffed, “That’s all they could come up with? How can they only think of me like that? I mean, girls in general… What if we were just friends?” Regulus chuckled, “Well this photo says more than friends, love.” She looked back down and saw him point to a photo of them sharing a kiss. Rolling her eyes, she huffed, “My point still stands.” He kissed her forehead, “It does, and it’s valid. I hate the fact that they do that to you, to young ladies like you as if you don’t deserve proper respect.”

Regulus sighed as he turned the page and read the article on the back. “They must’ve done some digging to find all this. My life can’t ever be private can it?” He tossed the paper down to the side by his feet, wrapping an arm around the y/h/c haired girl. “And I can’t believe that they dragged you into this.” 

Y/N looked up at him with a faux scolding expression, “Regulus Reggie Black! Do you think I didn’t do my own reasearch before we started dating?” She nudged his side teasingly, “I know what I sighed up for, darling. I’d be damned if I give a damn what people say.” She let out a sigh and leaned her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist and placed a kiss on his collar bone. 

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hid the smile that his lips formed at the words. Y/N L/N, pureblood who didn’t give a crap about blood status. The strongest girl he knew. A girl who stood firm in her beliefs and always heard people out. How he ended up with her, he couldn’t tell if he wanted to. He swore it was some higher power above that happened to push the two in each other’s direction. Fate, the universe, Merlin, or whatever else that could be out there… He owed them everything. 

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” Y/N mumbled into his neck. Regulus buried his nose in her hair, “Just how you handle everything so beautifully. The scrutiny, all that nineteen-fifties crap our parents want from you, and not to mention my melancholia.” “We both know I have a thing for depressed boys dressed in black.” Her teasing tone made the taller of the two throw his head back in laughter. 

Once he calmed down he brought his head down to rest on her’s. “I wish we could stay here forever. That we didn’t have anything looming over us all the time.” He felt her nod as they leaned against each other. 

The couple stayed there till the sun started to rise. Till the midnight blue started fading into a amethyst purple and watched it bleed into the dark reds and oranges the sun carried with it. Both of them wishing they could stay in a time capsule, stuck in a world where the sky always held a lavender haze.

~*~

regulus black taglist: @mad-elia @sw34terw34ther @roxaya @caldor-28 @bookaholics-stuff @juneberrie @whorehalloween @broccoliitree @masivechaos @lily-the-ravenclaw

[honeyvocalhwang]

Swans > Ducks | Seo Changbin

Pairing: athletic!Changbin x homebody!Reader 

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship AU 

Summary: You and Changbin rarely argued, but when you do, it’s always about date plans. Changbin always wanted to do something active; however, you were content with pizza and NetFelix. So when you accidentally eat Changbin’s cheat day chips, you’re forced to join him on a very active date at Han River. 

Warnings: exercise, none

Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: Okay, but Mirror Mirror Changbin? The jacket? The jacket!? 

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- masterlist - 

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You and Changbin laughed loudly at the cast members, slightly overbearing the volume of the TV which played some variety show. As always, you were seated comfortably in your spot on the plush couch where the indefinite imprint of your body sunk into the cushions, welcoming you for another long TV session. After a stressful workday and filling dinner, this capsule of time before bed was your favorite part of the day, allowing you to spend your pastime with Changbin relaxing and recharging for another long day ahead of you. In contrast to your idea of relaxing and recharging, Changbin rarely cuddled with you when watching TV, opting to instead conquer his daily workout routine. As you sat and snacked, he lifted and lounged. 

Some minutes into the variety show, Changbin’s passionate grunts of muscle building intensified, distracting you from the show. For a while, you tried to ignore his heavy breathing until it came to the point where all you could hear was him, “Bin, can you be a little quieter?”

Snapping out of his haze, Changbin freezed whatever fancy workout rep he was on. You never really knew what he was doing besides the fact that his physique proved that whatever it was that he was doing worked. He crawled up from his pushups, leaning his weight on his heels, “Sorry, dear.”

You smiled forgivingly, as Changbin planked back to finish his reps. Like before, minutes passed before Changbin’s gasps and grunt of power essentially muted the TV audio. You grabbed the remote, actually muting the TV to look at your sweaty boyfriend, “Changbin!”

He flinched from the use of his full name, straining his neck to look at you while still holding his form, “Yes, dear? What’s wrong?”

You huffed, “Do you have to workout that loudly? I can’t hear the TV.”

“Oh,” Changbin set his knees down, sitting crossed legged, “I didn’t know I was that loud.”

“Well, you were,” You countered. 

Changbin shrugged, “I’m just trying to gain, okay? I’m almost where I want to be.”

You watched as he lifted up his shirt sleeves, flexing his massive biceps once they were bare. You had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, his biceps looked great already. What more could he gain? 

Changbin smirked, catching the creeping blush on your face, “You know you love it, dear.”

“Shut up, Bin,” You avoided eyes, knowing all you would see was his smug expression. You really didn’t need him to prove you wrong, although you did enjoy the good view, given the opportunity. 

“Hey, wait, turn the volume back on!”

You unmuted the TV as the both of you turned your attention away from his biceps back to the TV. On the screen was now a different variety show, specifically catered towards what looked to be workout couples. You both watched as couples embarked on different workout journeys together doing couple’s yoga, hiking, or even simply running together. 

Changbin’s eyes lit up in excitement, glittering stars littered his pupils even more so than the freckles that painted Felix’s cheeks. He scooted closer towards you, patting your knee repeatedly to grab your attention, “Look, look, look!”

You swatted his hand away only for him to seize your hand last second and take it hostage in his grip. He pulled you closer towards him, lightly massaging your forearm then moving to play with your fingers. You cringed at his radiating body heat, feeling the moisture steam off his body, “Ew, you’re sweaty.”

He playfully slapped your hand, making sure not to hurt you, “Shush, dear. Watch!”

“I am!” You retorted, looking back at the active couples.

Once again, his smile brightened as he watched the couples before tearing his eyes away to look at you, “Let’s do that together.”

“What?” You questioned, “Us? Workout? Like together? Me and you?”

Changbin voiced out his confirmation, “Yes! Me and you, together. Look at how much fun they’re having. We could have fun too!”

You cringed, watching the TV couple join another couple’s workout, “Fun? That looks like torture.”

Changbin scoffed, “It’s not torture. Well, not physical torture. Working out is all mental.”

You shook your head, “No way, I’m fine right here, thanks.”

You went to move away, but Changbin’s strong hold on you pulled you down to sit with him. He swung an arm around you, side hugging you tightly, “Please? We don’t have to commit. Just try it out, please? Just once and if you don’t like it then we don’t have to ever do it again.”

“No,” You shook your head, committed to your answer. You just didn’t enjoy working out. You felt happy and healthy just the way you were. 

“Please? Pretty please, dear? Just once! I promise.”

“But, why?” You cringed, feeling more of his sweaty body heat. 

Changbin now took both hands in his to swing them playfully, “Because, I want to spend time with you!”

“You can spend time with me right now, Bin!” You countered, “Right here, on the couch. With snacks.”

“I don’t know why you won’t workout with me,” Changbin pouted. 

You sighed, letting him hold you before moving back to your spot on the couch. Looking at his pouting lips caused you to pout and make grabby hands at him, “Can’t you come cuddle today? You have those, right? Cheat days? Come lay with me.”

Changbin sat still, thinking about his decision. With a sigh, he got up, “Okay, fine. Just for tonight though. Let me shower first and we can watch a movie after.” 

You squealed with delight, excited to finally cuddle with Changbin for the first time in a while. Your excitement increased tenfold, thinking about which movie you wanted to watch. You and Changbin walked through the corridor together, mostly with you hanging off his buff arms in delirium. You separated to grab extra pillows and blankets then made your way to the kitchen to grab snacks. Basically, you purge the cabinets, taking whatever colorful bag you could find. 

Settled back into the cushions, you wrapped yourself with a tortilla printed blanket. You waited for Changbin, listening to the running shower as the water droplets hit the floor. You were patient. You really were, but Changbin always took extremely long in the shower. It didn’t matter if he was getting ready for a fancy event or just freshening up on a Sunday morning, Changbin always occupied the bathroom for a minimum of thirty minutes. Honestly, you had no idea what he even did in there. He didn’t look that much different for the time he took in there to get ready, and that wasn’t even counting the time he used to dress and do his hair. 

Eventually, your patience wore thin, but you knew better than to start the movie without Changbin. You learned that lesson the hard way, resulting in Changbin forcing you to run a mile with him. If you hadn’t loved Changbin so much, you swore you would’ve left him single at that very moment. So instead, you began to snack without him. Opening the bright pink bag of shrimp chips, you munched away, smiling at the burst of savory flavor. To pass time, you scrolled mindlessly on your phone, shoving another chip after chip until you eventually emptied the bag. You forgot how easy it was to blow through a bag of chips. 

“What movie are we watching?” Changbin appeared, donned in clean clothes and drying his hair with a dry towel, “I hope it’s no-”

Changbin paused, looking horrified. Panicking at the possibility of a spider near you, you sat as still as you could, holding your breath, “What, Bin? What?”

“Are those,” Changbin stuttered, “Are those my shrimp chips?”

“What?” You relaxed, “Yours?”

Changbin pressed his lips into a thin line, “Yes, mine. Binnie’s shrimp chips.”

You looked at the bag, gasping once you took the time to really look at the label. Indeed, they were shrimp chips. Specifically, these were Changbin’s special seasonal limited edition shrimp chips that he never shared with anyone. Ironically, this was the very last bag in the pantry in which you just finished entirely without him. Boy, were you screwed. 

You cringed, smiling sheepishly to ease the tension, “Um, sorry?”

Changbin pursed his lips, gulping as he caught a whiff of the delectable smell. It was the only sense of flavor he would receive until next season. Without saying much, Changbin sat next to you, cuddling his large body next to yours. He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your temple, “It’s okay, dear. I’m not mad.”

“Are you sure?” you asked apprehensively, honestly not believing him, “I’m really sorry. I opened it without looking.”

Changbin shook his head, “No worries, we have other snacks. Let’s start the movie.”

You wanted to ask again, but didn’t want to risk making the situation worse with your persistence. Eventually, you accepted his odd behavior, cuddling into him as you watched the movie. Surprisingly, you both made it through to the end, yawning as the end credits began rolling. 

Changbin nudged your shoulder, “Let’s get to bed.”

You nodded, feeling too tired to respond with words. The both of you did your nightly routine, quickly hopping into bed before your drowsiness wore off. Once again, you snuggled closer to Changbin, basking in the warmth he provided with his body. He accepted your snuggles, pulling you closer, “Good night, dear. I love you.”

“Night, Bin. I love you too,” Drifting in and out, you smiled before sleep consumed you, “Thank you for not being mad at me.”

And, you both sleep peacefully. 

As if! 

Honestly, you should’ve known. Changbin always had something sneaky about him. You should’ve known he wouldn’t let you escape without a punishment. Changbin wasn’t angry, no, he was petty. And, he was ready to make you pay. 

“Rise and shine, dear!” Changbin threw back the curtain, letting the morning rays of sunlight flood the room, “It’s time to start the day! We’ve got a date to go on!” 

You flipped over, face down as you buried yourself deeper into the soft sheets. Changbin’s body no longer provided the warmth you craved for on this early Sunday morning, but the plush comforter knew how to do its job in lieu of Changbin’s early bird philosophy. However, all luxuries were robbed from you as Changbin proceeded to crack open the window and let the crisp dewiness of the chill morning air flood the bedroom. You groaned, snuggling further into the blanket, “What date? It’s Sunday. That means sleep until eleven day, Bin.”

He hummed at you in disagreement, “Nope! Get up before I drag you out myself.”

“No,” You used the blanket for protection, against the cool air and Changbin. The blanket seemed to serve its purpose as Changbin’s chatter ceased, letting the silence lull you back to bed; however, your moment of tranquility broke as Changbin wrenched the comforter off your now shivering body. 

“Changbin!” You exclaimed angrily, sitting up in bed. There was no way you could get back to sleep now, having the drowsiness fade as goosebumps covered your body. You wrapped your arms around yourself to preserve whatever heat your thinny covered body provided. 

Changbin tutted, “I said get up. We have a date today, dear.”

“Since when did we have a date today? We never go on dates on Sundays,” You groaned, spreading back out on the bed to face the ceiling. 

But, Changbin wasn’t having any of it as he moved to pry you off and carry you to the bathroom, “Since last night -- you know -- when you ate my shrimp chips.”

Your struggle to escape his grip haltered, realizing his intentions, “This is because I ate all your shrimp chips? I said I was sorry! And, you said you weren’t mad!”

“Yes, this is because of shrimp chips and yes, I’m not mad,” Changbin threw you clean clothes, perfect for a day of working out, “But, that doesn’t mean you don’t get off so easily, dear.”

You looked at the clothes, already knowing what he was planning, “Please, don’t tell me what I think we’re doing today.”

Changbin smirked, confessing his evil plan, “It is and is not what you think it is.”

“Does it involve running?” You ask. 

“No,” Changbin’s eyes lit up, “But, that’s not a bad idea.”

“No, Bin! No, it’s not!”

Changbin shrugged, “It’s the best idea you’ve had so far.”

You pouted, “Bin, I don’t want to work out with you. I’ll just buy you another bag, okay? No matter how much it is or how hard it is to find, I’ll get it.”

“No, I don’t want the chips,” Changbin came to hug you from behind, “I just want to spend time with you doing something from my hobby for a change.”

He pressed a kiss to the side of your temple, “Just give today a try. I promise it’ll be fun, and if you don’t agree, then we don’t ever have to do this again. Just for today, please?”

You contemplated for a while, thinking over the pros and cons. When you looked in the mirror, Changbin’s eyes held yours strongly, the pleading look pushing you to the edge. Eventually you caved in, feeling the guilt you pushed off last night creep over you again. You sighed, turning around to face Changbin, “Just for today, Bin, and if I want to quit halfway, then we quit halfway.”

“Yes!” Changbin threw your hands up with his, “Just promise me you’ll try your best though. No complaining!”

“Promise, no complaining,” You agreed hesitantly before nudging him away, “Now leave so I can change.”

Changbin scoffed, “Like I haven’t seen you in underwear before.”

“Out!” 

After getting ready, Changbin rushed you out the door, making you take the stairs instead of the elevator like you usually did. Although you begrudgingly followed his commands, you made it very known you weren’t enjoying any part of the process. Changbin’s response to your attitude only made him tease you more with mild threats to increase the intensity of the day’s activities. 

Once making it to the ground floor and out the building, your body automatically moved on its own. Changbin called out to you before you got too far, “Where you going?”

You stopped to think, not realizing your legs were on autopilot, “The bus station? So, we can get wherever you want to workout today?”

Changbin chuckled, jogging to guide you in the opposite direction, “Silly, we’re going to walk.”

“Walk?” You groaned.

“Wanna run instead?” Changbin challenged. 

“Shut up.” 

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“Are you sure there’s no running?” You couldn't help but question your boyfriend’s honesty, focusing on all the couple’s on their early morning runs. The sun was now fully exposed, shining brightly against the surface of Han River and nearly blinding you in the process. You must admit the cool breeze felt nice, taking in deep breaths of the fresh air. But even this nice feeling couldn’t compare to the comfort your bed offered. 

“Yes, I’m sure. Just trust me, dear,” Changbin led you across the green lawn, bringing you closer towards the edge of the railing that separated land from water, “We’re almost there, just up the river.”

And up you went, hand in hand with Changbin until you reached the destination, “A paddle boat?”

Changbin giggled with a bright smile, “Yes, a paddle boat! Let’s go!”

Without letting you ask anymore questions, Changbin was already chatting with the operator, “We’d like a paddle boat, please.”

“Motorized or manual?” The operator questioned. 

You perked up, “What do you mean motorized?”

The operator smiled, “Ah, some boats are motorized so you can drive them instead of paddling. Would you like one?” 

You were just about to accept until Changbin cut you off, “No, thank you! We’ll take a manual boat.”

The operator left to prepare the boat for launch. Of course, Changbin would choose the manual one. For a moment, you forgot his ulterior purpose for this date. Sighing, you followed Changbin towards the edge of the dock as the operator skillfully managed the boat. The operator read the general safety rules of paddling and strapped you both into nearly suffocating life jackets. Changbin being the gentleman that he was, helped you enter the boat first, making sure you didn’t fall overboard before carefully sitting in his seat. 

“Have fun!” 

Changbin put his feet on the pedals, pushing them to row the boat forward, “You know you have to paddle with me in order for this boat to move, right?”

“The petals are too far away. Let me adjust first,” You quickly moved to a much more comfortable position for you to touch the pedals, “Okay, got it.”

And, without hesitation, the both of you went forward, “Are we really paddling all day?”

Changbin shook his head, wind tousling his undone hair, “You see that dock over there? That’s where we’re going to stop.”

You looked beyond the horizon to see the tiny sliver of the dock above the water where other boats were stationed, “That’s so far!”

Changbin hummed in agreement, perhaps it was a bit far for a beginner, “We’ll be okay! Oh, and I forgot to tell you, but we have a brunch reservation at a place nearby at eleven.”

You glanced at your phone, “Bin, that’s in forty minutes!”

“Then you better get paddling!” Changbin snickered. 

And, so you did. You hated it at first, already feeling your legs start to cramp. It’s not that you didn’t like the benefits of exercising, you just didn’t particularly enjoy the burn and aches like others did. Not to mention that you despised sweating too. But perhaps it was the cool air or the beauty of the river that eased you into a peaceful state. Changbin also did a great job at distracting you from the pain, pointing at various tourist locations along the riverside. And, whenever you did feel burnt out, Changbin took over for a bit, praising you for the effort and hard work he recognized in you. He never went a few minutes without letting you know that you were doing a good job. Before you even realized it, the dock was only a few minutes away. 

“Look, Bin, we’re almost there!” You pointed in the direction of where you needed to go. 

Changbin took your hand in his, “Are you feeling tired yet?”

You shook your head, “Not at all. I’ve had food on my mind this whole time, and you bet I’m craving waffles.”

Changbin chuckled at your motivation, helping you paddle towards the dock faster since you sped up your pace thinking about waffles. Once arriving, the operator helped you both from the paddle boat before tying it down securely, “Thank you, have a good day!”

You and Changbin thanked them as well, returning the life jackets before walking back to land, “Did you have fun?”

“No,” You denied.

“Don’t lie! I saw the smile on your face!” Changbin argued, “You didn’t even break a sweat!”

You scoffed, annoyed that he was right, “Okay, fine, but that’s only because I knew I was getting food afterwards.”

“Sure, sure,” Changbin brushed off your response, knowing that it would take much more to get you to fully admit that you enjoyed the active date he planned, “But, the duck was cute though, wasn’t it?”

You stopped midstep, almost causing the jogging couple behind you to run into you. Changbin quickly took you to the side, making sure you weren’t hurt, “What the heck! You can’t stop in the middle of the sidewalk like that! What’s wrong, dear?”

“A duck?”

Changbin scrunched his brows, “Yeah, the duck.”

“What duck?”

“The one we just rode on,” Changbin said in an obvious tone, “You know, the paddle boat.”

Your jaw dropped. For someone that planned the active date with the paddle boats, it was surely surprising to hear him mistake the boat for a duck, “Bin, it’s not a duck.”

“Then what is it?” Changbin challenged confidently, thinking he was right.

“A swan, obviously,” You countered. 

“A swan? No way. Look at it,” He turned your shoulder to face the dock again, “Ducks have white feathers and yellow beaks, see?”

You turned around, gaping at him, “Swans also have white feathers and yellow beaks!”

“What’s the difference?” He squinted at the boats. 

“The sign literally says ‘Swan Paddle Boats’,” You pointed out word for word. 

Changbin shrugged, “I don’t believe you.”

“Then, let’s go back and ask.”

“What if the operator agrees with me?”

“Then we take the boat upstream and ask the other operator.”

“Really?” Changbin asked, surprised. 

“Yes! I’m trying to prove a point. Now, let’s go!” You left, not waiting for him. 

Changbin called out to you, “Wait, what about brunch?”

“Who cares? This is more important! Are you coming or not? I’ll paddle without you!”

“Hey, wait up!” Changbin shook his head laughing. 

You would never admit that you enjoyed the paddle boat, wanting to go for another spin, just like how Changbin would never admit that the boat was a swan just to keep the excuse of paddling with you. You both knew that this wouldn’t be the last active date between you. Maybe you did like exercising or maybe you just preferred exercising with Changbin.

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- masterlist - 

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[kicksaddictny]

HUF x HAZE Capsule Collection

For its premiere artist collaboration for 2021, HUF taps iconic New York City artist and longtime friend of the brand, Eric Haze.

Making his debut on the streets of NYC writing the name ‘HAZE’ in the early 70’s, Eric Haze quickly gained notoriety for his trademark letter forms and unique handstyle. His distinct and inimitable style paved the way for HAZE to open his own design studio in 1986, becoming one of the first graffiti artists to authentically capture street and hip-hop culture through graphic design.

The HUF x HAZE capsule features the artist’s signature letter forms on a range of hoodies, tees, head-wear and a skate deck, utilizing different techniques including embroideries, flocking, screen prints and all-over patterns.

The highlight of the capsule includes a very special tribute to the late Joshua Prince – aka Dust La Rock – a NYC-based artist, past HUF designer, and co-founder of Fool’s Gold Records, who passed away in 2015. The Dust La Rock jacket draws inspiration from an insulated flight jacket in HAZE’s personal archive and is limited to just 100 pieces worldwide.

This HUF x HAZE capsule collection is scheduled to release this Thursday, February 18th, at HUF flagship stores and at www.hufworldwide.com. 

[itty-bitty-dancer]

kiss prompt 39 with Richard madden pleasee, it’s been a rough day :/

Richard Madden x Reader

Prompt 39: Kissing tears from the other’s face.

Warnings: Death? Sorta.. not really / fake violence / crying / David Budd!Richard / emotional!Richard / actress!reader

Y/C/N— Your Characters Name

When the news broke that you and Richard, Hollywoods new favourite couple, would be acting side by side in the upcoming season of Bodyguard, fans and critics alike went wild.

And when it was further revealed that you would play eachothers love interests? Chaos.

Although, not nearly as chaotic as the filming process itself.

Neither you, nor Richard, were strangers to a good, soul-crushingingly painful death scene.

But that didn’t stop the pang in your chest when the day finally came around to film your characters demise.

And worse yet? Her partner— your partner, having to be there to helplessly bare witness.

>>

You were both a little nervous to film such an intense scene together. And with the addition of all the special effects makeup, it felt that much more real.

“Who is that incredibly handsome man?” You called out teasingly toward Richard as you walked onto set— your makeup now done, though nowhere near as harsh as his.

He giggled as he turned around to face you, his skin speckled with blood and a rather large gash across his cheek.

“You mean the one who looks like he’s just been flattened by a bulldozer?” He jokes, looking over his shoulder inquisitively before pointing to himself in question.

“That’s him.” Your confirmation earning a couple of giggles from the crew as you carefully pecked Rich on the cheek in greeting.

“Now, why is it that I have to look like I’ve just crawled out of a grave, but you walk out ready for a runway?” He spoke lowly, just to you as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, bringing you in— the two of you sharing the quiet moment as you wait for the directors instructions.

You match his cheeky grin, huffing out an amused scoff at his flirting before patting him on the chest,

“All in due time, my dear.” Your words came across in jest, but both of you knew it wasn’t long now until you would be looking just as worse for wear.

He sighed, the nerves kicking in and his voice lowering as his plopped his head on your shoulder in defeat.

“I hate this.”

>>

You took a deep breath as you all got into place.

“Action!”

“Drop your weapon! It doesn’t have to be like this!” Richard opens the scene, prop gun raised toward the man who held the intern tight in his grasp—the barrel of his gun pressing into the frightened boys back.

“We can see what strings we can pull. Just- lets talk about it.” You tried, calling out over the sounds of the choppers outside— your own gun still raised.

“What, so you can shoot me?” The man scoffs, tightening his grip on the shaking office worker “I don’t think so.”

You sighed, slowly lowering your gun and praying you weren’t making a mistake. Placing it on the floor you raised your hands up in front of you with open palms.

“Agent Y/C/N.” David warned, using your professional title, his voice thick with concern.

“It’s okay.” You assured, not looking away from the gunman as you treaded carefully toward him.

“Nobody here wants to hurt you.” You began. “We’re here to help. Let me help.”

Reaching out for the intern, the man slowly released him— eyes that were once crazed now trained on you. He was hanging on your every word.

That was until the tact team stormed in.

The intrusion snapped the gunman back into his haze of fear and with barely enough time to push the intern out of the way and to the ground— gunfire rang out.

“No!” Came Davids pained cry.

You fell. Legs caving beneath you as you crumpled to the ground— hand gripping your stomach as the blood capsule beneath your shirt burst.

Quickly being ushered into his lap, you looked up to meet the frantic eyes of Richard. His gaze snapping between your face and the blood pooling at your stomach.

“The medics are right outside— they’re coming— you’re okay. You’re okay.” His voice was almost as shaky as the large, blood stained hand that covered yours, aiding you in putting pressure on your wound.

“David.” You were quiet. The name coming out as barely a mumble. His focus snapped up to your face and you watched the drop in his features when you began weighing your eyelids down.

“Stay awake, love.” He was crying now, pulling you closer to his body as the scene played out. “Keep your eyes open. You’re okay.”

A wary smile tugged at the corner of your lips as your eyes grew heavier—more unfocused.

“Love you.” You managed. He shook. Body trembling above you as you began to halt your movements.

“Don’t say that.” Tears fell onto your skin as he readjusted his grip on you. “Y/C/N, you can’t say that. Not now.”

Silence.

“Y/C/N.”

Nothing.

Brows furrowed and eyes remained unwavering as his tears momentarily halted. Fisting your shirt, he held his breath, relishing in the feel of his throat tightening and practically feeling his skin turn red before burying himself into your chest.

Not a sound left him as he clung to you— curling into your body and letting out silent cries of anguish as you lay limp in his hold.

“Cut!”

You wrapped your arms around Richard in an instant— sitting up further and noting the way he hadn’t let go of you.

The scene was more intense than you anticipated. The director shouted praise as the crew flitted about the set— everybody buzzing about how perfect it went.

It went without saying that it’d been nailed with that one take— Richards acting having blown everyone away.

But you knew better.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Hearing your voice elicited a soft whimper from the actor who all but pulled you in tighter at the sound— at the confirmation.

Running your fingers through his hair, you leaned back, getting a glimpse of his tear-filled eyes and feeling your heart ache at the sight.

Hands cupping his cheeks, you began peppering kisses all over his face— replacing tears with soft lips and soon; shaky breaths with deep, hesitant chuckles.

“God.” He groaned with an almost embarrassed smile after a few moments, finally recouping as he wiped roughly under his eyes before looking back to you. “That got a bit too real.”

All you could do was smile at him— knowing what was an incredible performance to the crew, was a home-hitting nightmare to him. You pressed another soft him, this time to his lips, before shooting him an understanding smile.

“Well,” you began airily. “I don’t think they’ll be needing a second take.”

He chuckled, lowering his head to your shoulder for a moment.

“What do you say we go get cleaned up?”

Looking up at you, he nodded. Rising to his feet and grabbing your hands to pull you up with him before slinging his arm back around you— taking a moment to appreciate having you so close.

[nyskateboarding]

HUF x HAZE Capsule - Dust La Rock & Keith Hufnagel Tribute (2021)

HUF x HAZE Capsule – Dust La Rock & Keith Hufnagel Tribute (2021)

A very special release from HUF teaming up with HAZE originally created as a tribute piece to the late HUF designer/co-founder of Fool’s Gold – Dust La Rock (Joshua Prince) but unfortunately turned out to be one of the last projects Keith Hufnagel worked on with HAZE. The HUF x HAZE capsule features the artist’s signature letter forms on a range of apparel and accessories and is now a tribute to…