#also love his shirt here 🥰✨

[figure-frenzy]

Here's Yuzu talking about his upcoming GIFT picture story book, which is illustrated by CLAMP! 😺🥰💙✨

Speaking that it is yet another new way of telling his stories to people, he wishes that you will enjoy it when the book comes out ✨💙✨

[lnfours]

summer love | l.n

summary: part 2 to this request but make it ✨summer break ✨

warnings: fluff, language, all the feels, lando being 100% whipped. fem!driver x lando :,)

masterlist | part 1 | ask box

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it was officially summer break, a whole month off of racing to recharge the batteries, spend time with family and friends and just do normal people things.

but all you could think about was him. it was sickening. you weren’t sure how or why, but you found yourself thinking about lando a lot more than you should. and you knew you shouldn’t, he was your teammate, but something about that day in the drivers room made your heart rate spike.

you were laying in bed, scrolling through instagram when you had come across his story. you held down the picture, examining it as you looked it over.

it was a picture of the sunset, the location tagged london, england. you furrowed an eyebrow, he spent his summer break at home? before you knew it, you were sliding up, adding a comment underneath the picture.

you’re home for summer break?

you bit down on your lower lip after you had sent it. surely he wouldn’t reply, he was probably off having a good time, enjoying his life and not thinking about you-

yea, feels good to be home. where’d you go to spend holiday?

you clicked at the top of your screen, opening the dms. you had saw the previous dms being memes you had sent one another a while back, the two of you going back and forth about who was funnier.

it was you.

actually, i’m here too 😅

you saw his icon appear at the bottom of your message before it changed to say he was typing. you tried so hard to ignore the way your stomach was doing cartwheels.

out of ALL the places you could’ve chose from, you picked london? stalker much? 🙄

you let out a soft laugh, typing back a whitty response.

you wish i was here to see you, norris 🥱 no, i’ve just never been. always been on my bucket list to come outside of racing

typing…

i do, actually. i miss you

you read it over and over again before another message appeared from him.

also, where are you staying? we can meet up, get coffee or something? i can show you around 😁

okay, now you were internally screaming. you clicked on the photo option, snapping a picture of you in your bed, adding the location of the hotel you were staying in before sending it. he opened it almost immediately, sending another picture back. he was shirtless, sunglasses resting on his nose and you noticed he had grown out his facial hair. the sun was still setting and it looked like he was on a beach.

you’re literally 15 minutes away from me. hang out with me, i’m bored ☹️

you smiled before sending another picture, this time of the tv in the hotel which was currently playing an episode of a show you had seen a million times before.

can’t, busy :/

another picture from him, this time he was in his car. he had a shirt on now, the white fabric making him look tanner, his hair messy. how could someone look so good?

too bad, i know where you are 🥰

you took a picture of yourself giving him the finger, a playful smile on your face.

ok fine, but you’re getting me food

he replied with another picture, this time of his hand on the steering wheel. the mclaren logo on the center was the star of the show, the four little lines on the bottom making an appearance.

deal, see you soon

you double tapped his photo, throwing the covers off of your legs before making your way to your suitcase. you grabbed a pair of shorts and an over size hoodie, tugging it on before fixing your hair. you opted on no makeup, slipping your sunglasses on before grabbing your bag. once you made sure you had everything, you made your way to the lobby.

in the elevator, your phone pinged.

your chariot awaits, m’lady

you rolled your eyes and smiled, typing back a response.

coming to lobby now, mr. uber driver

he double tapped your message and when you walked through the doors of the hotel, you immediately spotted him. he was waiting for you, leaning against the passenger side door. you smiled, approaching him as he smiled back at you.

“hey,” you said, the two of you reaching for a hug. he wrapped his arms around your waist, desperately trying not to hug you too tight as you slung your arms around his neck.

“hey,” he smiled back, “ready for the best tour of london you’ll ever get with your favorite guy?”

you looked around, a playful smile on your lips, “lewis is here?”

he rolled his eyes, shoving your arm softly as he chuckled, “oh, fuck off.”

you laughed back at him, letting him open the door for you. you smiled and thanked him, letting it close as he made his way to the drivers side. you took note of each little personalized detail of the car, smiling softly at how much of his personality was put into it.

“so,” he said, starting the car, “anywhere in particular you wanted to see?”

you shook your head, “no, but if you want, you could show me your favorite places.”

he nodded, pulling out of the parking lot, “i’ve got the perfect place for you.”

you couldn’t help but smile again as you looked over at him. he handed you his phone, spotify open, “play whatever you want.”

you raised an eyebrow, “whatever i want?”

he nodded, “yeah, curious to see what kind of music you listen to.”

you smirked, typing in ‘summer love’ by justin timberlake. the song boomed through the speakers and he laughed, turning it up slightly as he made his way to one of his favorite spots.

after more songs, which may or may not have included some one direction songs (which he surprisingly knew all the words to), and some small talk later, he pulled into a parking spot at the overlook. you both got out, standing in front of the car as you looked out at the view.

“wow,” you breathed, “this is stunning.”

you looked up at the sky as you finally got to see it’s beauty without any light pollution. he smiled, leaning against the car as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“yeah,” he looked over at you, “it is.”

you looked over at him, “you’re looking at me like that again.”

he raised an eyebrow, but the smile still sat on his face as he shook his head, “no idea what you’re talking about, doll.”

your stomach did a flip and you walked in front of him, your legs between his, “how many girls have you brought here?”

he snorted, “none, only you,” he looked up at the stars now, his neck on display for you. his fluffy curls were pushed back with his sunglasses, his nose and cheeks slightly red and covered in sun freckles from being outside all day. he looked so pretty like this to you, who was still standing in front of him and god you wish you didn’t look awkward staring at him like this, “kind of a place where i come if i need to get away, just think for a little bit.”

you finally adverted your eyes back to the sky, “yeah, this would be the place to do it.”

he nodded, “so, to answer your question, none. guess that makes you special.”

you gasped, “i’m special to the lando norris?”

“don’t start,” he rolled his eyes playfully, “you’re like, P3 at best.”

“well you know what they say about being third,” you said, “they have the treasure chest.”

he chuckled again, the soft breeze of the night whisking a hair in your face. he carefully reached out and brushed it back, “actually, you get 15 points. cmon, you’re supposed to know this, y/n,”

you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face even if you tried, “you would know, huh?”

your phone buzzed in your pocket, pulling it out and reading the notification.

⚠️ time to bereal ⚠️

you clicked on it, looking up at him but he was already looking at you, “wanna be in my bereal?”

“sure,” he said and you smiled before clicking on the notification.

however when you held your arm up, you started laughing and not being able to take yourself seriously. lando laughed with you.

“hurry! take the picture or it’ll be late!” he laughed and you pulled yourself together before laughing again. you weren’t sure what it was. if it was how close he was to you or how happy you were right now, but he took the phone from you.

“jesus christ,” he laughed as he raised his arm up, pulling you in by your hip. you wrapped both arms around his neck, smiling at the camera. he turned the phone around to get the other picture, this time he turned his head towards you and you faced him with a smile. he smiled back, your hand resting on his cheek. the flash went off and he brought his arm down, but you still kept his face in your hand.

you took the phone from him, “thank you,”

“yeah,” he smiled, “anytime,”

you locked your phone, slipping it back into your pocket before looking at him again. he still had the same look on his face, almost like he was-

“i like you, y/n,” he said, “a lot.”

you smiled, heart jumping up to your throat, stomach doing flips, and you swore you were going to pass out when he placed his hand on your cheek, thumb stroking the skin, his fingers starting to move into the hair behind your ear.

“i like you too,” you said, and that was all he needed to hear before he was pulling your neck towards him, lips connecting with yours. your body felt like it was on fire as his hands moved from your face to your hips, shifting as he leaned back against the hood of the car, taking you with him as you laid on top of him.

the kiss got hot, his tongue poking out to lick at your bottom lip. at first you didn’t let him in, which made you giggle against him. but, the giggling turned into gasping the minute he tugged on your hair gently, allowing him to sneak his tongue in.

he finally broke the kiss, the both of you panting. you hadn’t realized that your hands were in his hair, it now being a mess of frizzy, beachy curls. his lips were red and puffy, pupils blown. you were so in love.

your phone buzzed in your pocket, taking it out and almost laughing at the notification. he smiled at you, but raised an eyebrow in confusion, “what? what’s funny?”

you turned your phone around to show him oscar’s comment on your bereal:

oscarpiastri81: WHAT THE FUCK??!?!

he laughed, pulling you as close as he could while you typed out a response to your teammate, “you hungry?”

you nodded, slipping your phone back into your pocket, “starving, actually.”

he nodded, taking your hand in his as you stood up, “i know a really good spot not far from your hotel, think you’ll like it.”

you smiled as he opened the door for you, you thanked him with a quick kiss on his lips, “sounds perfect.”

[look-at-the-soul]

Cia!! Your gifs are always a great inspiration!!!

I wrote this little story to celebrate Father’s Day and the Tommy-horse gif is the perfect match! ♥️🥰✨ (this is a bit longer than a blurb, but shorter than a one shot)

This is also a small tribute to @madame-wilsonn ‘s Midnights series (amazing! Go run and read it if you haven’t) 🌌

Whenever if you celebrate or not Father’s Day for whatever reason, I hope you are having a great day and if you’re struggling given the date, I send you a big bear hug 🥰

A thoughtful gift

Tommy Shelby x reader

Following Frances request, Tommy arrived at Charlie’s yard, it was an early Sunday and he was a bit confused for not knowing where his wife and son were.

But that was about to change as he parked his car and a small blonde head stormed behind the vardos broken pieces. He was able even to hear the daddy’s here! His son announced in a non so whisper.

“Good morning Mr. Shelby.” She greeted him with a kiss and a smile, and that goddam look he was so familiar with, Y/N must’ve been into something behind his back.

“Mrs. Shelby, you look particularly fine this morning.”

“Fine? Just fine?” She joked as his hand sneaked around her waist to give her a squeeze.

“Drop dead gorgeous actually… can we ask Pol to babysit tonight?” His eyes sparkled.

“Oh, I see you’re feeling lucky.”

Tommy smirked. “I am, woman.”

Suddenly a small, wild creature ran to him. “Can we go to the stables now?” Charlie pulled at her sleeve, desperate to show his dad.

Tommy tilted his head at his son’s eagerness.

“What’s going on?” He asked with a suspicious look in his eyes.

“We’ve go-” Charlie started, but she quickly covered his mouth so he wouldn’t ruin the surprise before it was time.

“Hello Tommy.” Curly approached him with a beaming smile. “Y/N and Charlie have been helping me around, they’re so good, so good.”

Tommy was trying to process what was happening, because his wife had always been so caring with Curly, looking after the things he needed, so that wasn’t really a surprise, what made him feel uneasy, was Charlie Strong’s smile.

“You should take a look at the new horseshoe we got, best quality…”

“What did you do this time, Y/N?” Tommy chuckled at his own question. Knowing his wife the way he did…

“What makes you think I did something?” She asked with a fake indignation. “Okay, don’t answer that.” She replied before he could, leaving Tommy with his mouth hanging open.

“Hurry up!” Charlie tried to get your attention from the barn, he was dressed just his father, a mini version of his suit, but wearing shorts, his vest, a white shirt and his peak cap.

“He got that from you, right?” Y/N asked Tommy as they hold hands.

“Me? No, he got it from his mama.”

“I got something for you Dad!”

Curly and Charlie followed their steps.

“Yeah?” Tommy blew away the smoke from his just lighted cigarette.

“Curly would you help Charlie, please?” Y/N asked knowing he was as excited as her son.

“Yes, help Charlie, I’m gonna help him.” He stammered.

“Will you tell me what’s the mystery about?” Tommy arched one of his eyebrows.

Y/N shook her head. “For once, I was able to keep this a secret.”

Taking another puff of his cigarette, Tommy gave her a disapproval look. “Shouldn’t keep secrets from me love.”

“This one was easy and I really hope you like this, not like the one I gave you last year and you never wore.”

He was confused.

“Don’t look at me like that, I know when I give you something and you don’t like it, you never wear it, but this… I’m afraid I won’t be able to get you off.” Y/N distracted him enough, he never realized Charlie was riding a horse towards them, until his wife pointed in front of her with her chin up.

Tommy was lost of words for once in his life as the most beautiful horse approached them. Moving at an elegant pace, the majestic animal made a little sound and Charlie giggled from his seat. Tommy looked from the horse to his wife with a mix of surprise and shock written all over his face.

“Happy Father’s Day, love.” Y/N brought her hand to caress his cheek. “As soon as I heard they would have this beauty for sale, I knew it was mean to be yours.”

“Look what I bought you dad!” Charlie shouted trying to make the horse turn around.

“You did?” Tommy smirked.

“I used my savings.”

“Sure thing.”

“Well, mum helped a little.” Charlie tried to explain, while her mother nudged him with her elbow to let Charlie think he had been the one to pay for the horse.

That made Tommy laugh.

“Go on.” She encouraged him.

Tommy was in awe. Not fully believing the beauty of this horse.

Like a magnet, he walked towards the horse, taking a moment to gently caress her muzzle as he started to whisper in Romani.

“Made me think of all those stories you told me when your Mum gave you a white horse.” She added after a few moments, enjoying the sight of her husband in his element, he and horses were the same thing.

When Tommy looked at her, she noticed the tears in his blue eyes, threatening to slid down his cheeks.

“What are you going to call her dad?” Charlie asked once Curly helped him come down from the horse.

“Midnight.” Tommy rushed to say. “Reminds me of the full moon shining through Midnight.”

“It’s a beautiful name.”

“Thank you… for everything.” Tommy stated in a firm voice and in a rare affection burst, he kissed his wife in front of his uncle and Curly, he was usually very reserved.

“Mum look!” Charlie called from the entrance, holding a chicken. A huge grin on his face.

“Alright, tell your joke. Tell Dad.” She could hardly hold the laugh already.

“Why are chickens so funny?”

“Why?” Tommy asked confused.

“Becauuuuuuse.”

Everyone in the barn broke into a loud laugh, including Tommy. Specially him.

“He got the bad jokes from you, definitely.” Charlie Strong stated.

Tommy couldn’t deny that statement.

Once Charlie let go of the chicken, Tommy crouched down to pic him up. Unable to resist his charismatic kid.

“Come ‘ere my boy.”

Y/N treasured the interaction in her heart as Tommy asked Charlie where did he learn that joke right before tickling him. As she joined them, her hand went to Tommy’s back running her fingers up and down, thinking what a blessing it was to witness a moment like this.

Tommy felt like his heart was drumming like crazy thinking how thoughtful this gift was, he felt like his chest could explode from the love. Despite everything he had done, been away for work most of the time, he would be forever grateful with his wife not only for the horse and for raising an incredible kid, but for giving him the family he always dreamed.

***

A/N: The little chicken joke made me laugh for days! 😂Here’s the video that inspired it: video

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[selene-19]

Happy 100 Millions Copies Sold of MHA 🎉

🥳🥳🥳

A New Hori sensei sketch which I love so much! Izuku looks so happy and All Might in his prime 🥰

Katsuki and Shoto looking cute and funny and don't forget Mirio 🤭

The small details on the buttons of Izuku shirt which indicates 100 million! Congrats Hori sensei 🎊

Love how the green, orange and a bit of red colors were highlighted and Izuku clothes here having orange and green 🧡💚

Katsuki have green but I don't know if it's orange cause it has a tinge of red or maybe it's dark orange but anyway love how the color suits him ✨

ALSO THIS AMAZING AND EPIC COMMEMORATIVE VIDEO FOR THE 100 MILLION COPIES SOLD 🥹

Let's support Horikoshi more ❤️

[amiserableseriesofevents]

acceptance - muse a kisses muse b’s forehead and lingers for Clegan ? 🥺❤️

Hi! ♥️

Some fluff set in the Such Stuff universe for you 🥰✨

John looks at the list on his phone one more time: ID, phone charger, one of Buck's books, eight clean shirts, two pairs of short sweatpants, underwear, socks, a spare pair of jeans, a camera, a notebook, toothbrush and toothpaste, a comb, his trusted razor. For the body wash and shampoo, he'd debated whether to steal some of Buck's, but he'd like to still have a place to stay once he's back.

“All done?” The man in question asks him from where he's looming, leaning against the open door of their bedroom. He's feigning nonchalance but by now John's fully able to read him like an open book; the subtle crease of his brow and the glint of sadness in his eyes are enough to make him sigh as he zips his backpack closed. He still has less than half an hour before he has to go and pick up the others, and then they'll be off for a week touring with their new show, a shortened rendition of The Odyssey.

John would lie if he said he's not excited about it, it's the first show they're touring with since The Tempest; it's also the first time he's leaving to go on tour since moving in with Buck, and that's the not so great part of it. They are so used at having the other around all the time, at coexisting in the same space, at never going to sleep alone; and now John is leaving, even if not for long, and he knows the distance will be a little harder this time.

So he walks up to Buck, who's still stubbornly staring at the void in front of him, and tucks a finger under his chin to tilt his head up. “It's only a week,” he says softly. “I'll be back before you even notice.”

Buck tenses, then lets go. “I am already noticing,” he says, a huge fucking confession from one like him. “There's no beer in the fridge and no socks scattered around in our room. And you stole my book,” he adds, looking pointedly at his now empty bedside table.

“I thought you didn't like beer and having to pick up my dirty socks,” John tries with half a smile.

“It's better than spending a whole week by myself,” Buck answers, then he sighs and brings his hands up to his face, rubbing at it. “I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me. You're working, I know, you're not going on vacation without me. I shouldn't be here complaining like a child.”

John drops his backpack to the floor to hold his boyfriend properly, enveloping him in his strong arms until he can rest his cheek on the side of Buck's head; he feels him tense for a moment, almost resisting the hug, but then Buck melts into it, nuzzling his face in the curve of John's neck, breathing deeply as if to store the smell of him in his nose for the days to come. His arms snake behind John's back, hands clutching at the soft fabric of his sweatshirt to hold him there.

It's been a harsh period on Buck, John knows it very well. Now that he's not a substitute teacher anymore he earns more money and can be more relaxed about his financial stability but he also works a lot more, and now that the winter break is approaching there hasn't been a single day in the past two or three weeks where he didn't have lessons to prepare, tests and essays to grade, parents-teachers meetings to attend to – it's also the reason why he can't join John on these dates in Michigan, despite his tries.

“It's ok, love. You're just working too much,” he reassures him, petting his hair.

“I barely even have the time to take shifts at the Abbotts,” Buck responds, voice muffled by John's skin.

“But your students love you, algebra is doing well thanks to you, and the drama club is fire this year.”

“They are pretty good,” Buck admits making John smile. “I just can't wait for these two weeks to end. I'll be better in January, after I get some rest.”

“I know. Here's what we're gonna do: you're going to survive this week, I'll be sending you math puns and stupid pictures every day like I'm not even gone. Then when I'm back I'm going to take care of you for the remaining week, cleaning the house and cooking all your favorite foods, listening to your rants and cuddling you whenever you need it. Then, for Christmas, we're going to relax at my uncle's cabin just like we planned, and when I say relax I mean I'm not going to let you leave the bed for three days.”

“I don't know that I'm capable of sleeping that much,” Buck comments, a smile clear in his voice.

“And who said anything about sleeping?”

Before the playful teasing can continue though, the alarm on John's phone starts buzzing and he's forced to disentangle himself from the hug to shut it off.

“I have to go,” he says apologetically. Buck still looks like a kicked puppy, but there's more color on his cheeks and the faintest spark in the deep blue of his eyes – it can be enough, for now.

“Did you grab the instant ice?” He asks.

“Ah, fuck. No, I forgot. Don't worry, I'm gonna stop at the supermarket when we get there and-”

“I got you three packs,” Buck shuts him up, this time with a small smile on his lips. “Somehow I knew you were going to forget it.”

John plants a kiss on his lips in response. “That's about the millionth reason why I love you, Buck,” he tells him, making him blush, then he picks up the backpack and follows Buck to the kitchen where he's stored the medical supplies. Then it's really time for him to go, or he'll be late and Crosby will be insufferable.

Buck walks him to the door. John shoots a text to Brady to tell him to meet him at the car, then turns to his boyfriend one last time. “I'll call you when we get there,” he says, leaning to give him one more kiss.

“Be safe. I love you,” Buck tells him, so softly it makes John's heart flutter in his chest. He kisses Buck's forehead in response, lingers there inhaling the familiar smell of his shampoo. “I love you too,” he says, punctuates it with another kiss.

In all his years spent traveling around the country with this show or that one, he's never once felt such a pull to return to one specific place, not even to his parents's house in Wisconsin. He's never felt, John realizes as he watches Buck disappear behind the closing doors of the elevator, at home.

It fills his heart with love, and such tender nostalgia; now he knows how Odysseus felt on his long journey to Ithaca. Lucky for him, a week is bound to pass much quicker than ten years.

[under-loch-n-key]

I. I just finished 1x13 and like. When Juliet was being cryptic, she was telling Shawn that Lassie's into him, right? I mean she made a comment about him wearing a pink shirt right after, in the mid 00s. Like I'm pretty sure Shassie isn't canon but at this point I'm like... how? How do you go for multiple seasons after this without them getting together?? And the thing with the bike at the end there? And this is the episode right after Shawn helped Lassie get his groove back, finally convincing him that Shawn does genuinely care about him. Like. There's literally no heterosexual explanation here, this is a romcom!!! Kinda considering just stopping at some point and live in my imaginary alternate universe where they did get together at the end of season 1. Like. What the fuck else is this???

I knowww. It’s literally a rom com. Lmaoo. Believe me, stuff that occurs later in the show and in the movies is insane. Lol. Like, dear god, Shawn holding Lassie’s hand when he’s asleep was so precious in the second film. I adored it. 😭

I love Shassie so much. It is not canon, but they’re so great. Lassiter being canonically pansexual with two mums is also pretty great.

Jules giggling at them and secretly shipping them in the beginning of the series was so funny. Her being like “H & K’s stands for Hugs & Kisses. 🥰” is and Lassie being like 😑 is so funny. Gus is also very over it.

Shawn makes so many comments about Lassie’s stern bush in the series because I mean, Lassie and his chest hair is 😩💅🏻✨ but that’s beside the point. I’m bias since Timothy Omundson is literally one of my celebrity crushes sooo- anyways.

Those two are actually hopeless. I love them. They’re both pathetic, fruity, and hopeless, but they’re such great characters.

I can like actually rant about them for hours because Psych is my favourite show of all time and will forever be my comfort show.

I am in the process of making a little Psych crossover with a certain fandom. I’ve already done it with House MD butttt I’m doing it to Psych now because I’m an artist and I need to satisfy my urges to make AU’s. Lol.

[lovejosephquinn]

Authors Note: A new mini series that I've thought about off of the top of my head, could flop, who knows but I'm excited to see how it unfolds. Please feel free to leave a comment or reblog if you're enjoying it, also if you want adding to the tag list for future parts/updates just lmk 🥰

Summary: Joe and reader have never seen eye to eye, growing up together and even further along the line in adulthood. There’s always been something lurking in the back of their minds. It couldn’t be, they share a mutual hatred and can’t stand the sight of one another. Surely, it’s been a long time coming but will the tension finally break into something more beautiful? Time tells all truths.

Under 18's DNI. Warnings: slow burn, no smut just yet we're setting the scene here, reader does not like our boy (sorry) Word Count: 2.7k

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Part 1 ✨ Part 2 ✨ Part 3 ✨ Part 4

It’s true, you couldn’t fucking stand each other; you’d never been able to since the moment you laid eyes on him. You knew each other from school, sharing some lessons with him, having to bare the sight of him through your pubescent years and since the traumatic days of hormones and teenage dramas you’d never failed to find Joe on the television, you had eventually come to the conclusion that you would never get rid of Joe.

His stupid face, his smile and his eyes, the way his little freckles hugged his nose and fluttered around his features. The way his posture stood perfectly and the way his curls were scraped back perfectly when he’d used product. The way his oversized fashion sense suited him, never missing a smart shirt even if the odd time it happened to be creased had always somehow made him looked good. He bit his finger nails down to the core, he was perfectly imperfect and had a personality only the rarest of people seem to carry nowadays. Everyone seemed to adore him, everyone but you.

You even couldn’t stand the sound of his name, it infuriated you in ways you couldn’t describe. Joe-sef. Why wasn’t it spelt the way it was pronounced? His friends thought the world of him, girls would always leap themselves his way even in the early days of knowing him, it seemed the whole world was to be always served to him on a plate and you just couldn’t understand why it was every time you saw Joe, you had the feeling of wanting to scream in his pretty little face, scuff up his lovely head of hair, punch his lights out to see his reaction or just plainly to understand what all the fuss was about.

Joe felt the same way about you, he’d always thought you self centred, above everybody else and as arrogant as they come. A bitch. There was no denying he’d quietly thought of you as attractive, never letting out that thought way deep down but he’d never took the time to properly know you so he didn’t really understand who you even were. A little contradictive seeing as the situation was vice versa. He’d always followed you from his sights from a far with his deep chocolate brown doe eyes, the evil stare always cascading in the middle of your space in the form of a dead eye was the only way you'd ever seem to interact.

Even though this secret enemy to enemy based thing had been going on for years, you never changed your opinions on one another. You had lived close by together in the same neighbourhood in an all too close proximity where you could see his garden from your bedroom window when you were younger, where you'd often scowl when you saw him.

The sad truth in fact was when you'd unfortunately found yourself moving into the same complex as one another as adults, bumping into each other in the corridor, your front doors opposite. What are the god damn chances. Why in all of the grand city of London did you have to continue to live in the vicinity of this person. Was it something you'd done in another life to ruin your current one? You'd had to quickly shake off the thought of moving out before you had even progressed into your new home.

Joe shared his current home with his long time best friend Wesley, most people knew him and rated him the class clown, you could probably have thought of better back handed compliments to suggest. You'd hear them often stumbling in from nights out, competing to see who could be louder than who at 3am. On the rarest of occasions you'd hear the giggle of the unfortunate females who they'd more than likely targeted and fancied their chances at a one night stand with. Wesley wasn't exactly in your top ten either, the double act that they perceived themselves to be or in your case: tweedledum and tweedledee as you referred to them with a wicked smirk would at least calm you and give your brain some clarity. You lived alone, answering to nobody and living the independent life, just the way you liked it, peaceful and quaint; well when you weren't being heavily distracted by grown immature men that was.

If all of this was so apparent, why would you go out of your way to let him into your head a good chunk of the time? It was like the detestation had somehow formed this version of Joe in your head that you couldn't stop rationalising. Your own copy of the dictionary would of replaced the very word dislike with his name if you could republish it yourself. It was rare you even felt this way about anyone, but since you could remember you've just seen through him and what you think about his false pretensive ways just wind you up further. You've probably spoke a grand total of ten words to his face, which include excuse me if you wanted to get past, probably even though at the time there was more than enough room; you were doing it just to be spiteful.

You remembered your first day at your new place well. When Joe had caught wind that there was a new person arriving into the complex, a younger female gracing his presence above all else, you'd got a fellow neighbour assisting to bring your more heavier furniture from the moving van after offering to help outside. Upon seeing it was you who came sauntering around the corner, locking eyes with him when he was hovering against his open door to get a glance at the new potential 'victim', you'd been heavily avoided the moment he came to realisation that it was the bitch girl from school, not forgetting years later that you two were sworn enemies for no good reason at all. You noticed that Wesley had popped his head over Joe's shoulder to get a look in, but within seconds Joe pushed back with such force you heard a bump, sudden commotion and laughter, the door shut abruptly with a miniscule inch of a view of Wesley on the floor.

"What was all that about?" The older man looked confused at you as he carried your box inside.

"No idea." You shrugged it off, hoping to not get off on the wrong foot with at least one of the strangers who had stopped what they were doing to come to your aid.

You glanced at the sealed boxes that were perfectly labelled, the place bare and screaming to be made your own. You rubbed your hands over your face as your neighbour kneeled down to place the last box in the centre of the kitchen's space.

"That's the last of it. You need any more help kid?" Kid.

You offered him a grateful smile and shook your head. "No. Thank you for the help, would of been at this for hours if it weren't for you!"

"Name's Dan, I'm only a door away to the right if you change your mind."

"Y/N. It was nice to meet you."

He stood still by the door for a second, hoping not to make it too awkward of a goodbye by waiting for you to suggest for him to stay to save the day once more with the tedious task of unpacking.

"Well, see you around!"

Then you were alone. Closing your eyes, you tilted your head back, a large inhale come exhale of the wonderful silence you were now experiencing for the first time today. It was a lot. You'd never dealt with this whole moving thing alone, it was something you had to come to terms with quick due to the fact your parents wanted you out of the house for good.

You settled down on the sofa which was conveniently provided to you by the landlords of the complex, luckily the majority of the furniture was already supplied so you wouldn't have the crappy job of forking out for new things just yet. Taking off your jacket, you decided that enough was enough for one day and that you'd begin again tomorrow. You placed it over yourself, lifting your legs up and edging down into the material to get a little more comfortable. Your eyes were heavy, nothing short of becoming a little fuzzy from the tiring events of relocation.

Once you'd eventually succumbed to the inevitable lengths of exhaustion, it seemed like you'd blinked and day had turned into night. The silence wasn't so silent anymore when you could hear the sound of music vibrating the walls and floor. You groggily scramble around to find your phone out of your pocket, clicking at the side button a few times to view your lock screen. You wiped over your eyes as you threw your head upwards to look over at the front door situated behind your sofa, your comfortable state slowly leaving you from the booming rhythms played on the outside. A small but intended huff from your nose escaped you as you could only now guess who was making all of the noise.

You stood up from your safe space, forgetting your jacket which was once placed over you now huddled around your feet on the floor. Picking it up and putting it on, you walked over to the kitchen area, turning on the tap to wet your face to make you at least feel somewhat human. Collecting yourself, you wandered over to the front door and swung it open, listening out to which direction the music was disrupting your hefty attempt at relaxation.

Your assumptions were completely correct in where the sounds came from. Now that you were only a few feet away, you could distinctly make out the sound of chatter coming from the inside of Joe and Wesley's flat, they were not alone. It infuriated you from the inside out that a house party was going on on your first night here, even more so now that you knew it was him hosting the god damn thing.

You moved forward and bashed your fist as hard as you could against the wooden frame, making your immediacy known to the idiots on the other side of said front door. You overheard an unknown male voice yelling at the top of his lungs over the loud noise. "Mate, there's someone at the banging at the door."

Not but a few seconds later, the entrance swung open and you looked up to see a half cut Wesley stood before you, gripping onto the door frame as he tried to make himself seem a little more sober than he appeared to be.

"What can I do you for?" An over dramatic hiccup followed. "I mean, do for you?" He asked with a stupid smile attached to his stupid face.

"Is this a regular occurrence?" You folded your arms.

"What?" You weren't particularly sure if he was playing dumb or was just that over consumed by alcohol that his brain cells had shrivelled up and died, the second option seemed more plausible to you.

"House parties at this hour." You weren't beating around the bush, you were in full adamance to get straight to the point and be done with this antagonising conversation, if that's what you could really call it.

"It's not even midnight love, don't get your knickers in a twist." He dropped the idiotic smile quickly and reverted to a scowl.

"Well some of us were asleep."

"Apparently not all of us though." You barely even realised you were rolling your eyes when you heard the all to sadly familiar voice of Joe standing guard behind his best friend who had clearly been awaiting his come-uppance to get a chance to make an unnecessary sarcastic dig towards you.

"Whatever, just please keep it down for my sanity yeah?" You intended on ending it there, but it was obvious to you now that Joe was refusing to let you have the last word.

"Nice to see you to Y/N." Joe smirked, your blood at boiling point almost immediately as you threw daggers his way. His chin was resting down on Wesley's shoulder, you're pretty sure in you own imagination your current fantasy was that if Wesley wasn't stood int he way, you'd of reached up and pulled on those disgustingly pretty curls that sat perfectly a top of his head, dragging him to the floor. Your subconscious mind was rooting for you, but instead you just stood there feeling rather deflated and repulsed.

You advanced to stick your thumb up towards Joe and turned around to go back into your flat before promptly being called back by Wesley, to both yours and Joe's astonishment, the way he'd said your name in such a subtle tone.

"Why don't you come in and have a drink?"

"No." Joe hollered. "No." You mimicked.

"Come on, just being a good neighbour." Wesley beckoned you with his hand. First of all you were barely dressed for such occasion, comfy clothes adorned with little to no make up and what was left was pretty poor from being asleep. "Right Joey?" They were honestly like a married fucking couple.

Joe made his groan evident, forcing the weight of the head on his shoulders to nod along to Wesley's good cop nature, if only he was just making the whole façade up, he wasn't.

"Honestly. Thanks for the offer. But I'm not bothered and neither's he." You pointed over at Joe who was now staring down at the floor like a told off child.

You ignored any more of Wesley's calls and walked away, shutting the door behind you, slumping up against it, annoyed at yourself for even letting yourself interact with someone you highly detested.

You went over to the boxes stacked around your kitchen, opening up one of them to pull out a glass for you to pour yourself some water so you could at least quench your thirst from the dried up mouth you'd conceived whilst wasting your oxygen in some way. Gulping a large amount of h20, a light tap came from your door, a blink and you'd miss it type of sound. You raised an eyebrow and dragged your feet over to open it, nobody was there. You stepped out to look around but the corridor was empty, your foot touched a foreign object that had been placed on the floor. Looking down to observe, a can of beer stood solo at the tip of your toes, not far from being on it's way to being knocked over by your heavy move.

You leaned down to pick up the can, squinting at the little post-it note that was stuck to it. For you, you can't hate him forever. Wes x

Was it that obvious to someone else that you'd always felt a strong level of regard with disgust for Joe? Apparently so. If Wesley was so adamant in being the peacemaker that made you at least acquaintances then he'd have to try a little harder than offering you a beverage by placing it and playing knock a door run. As much as Wesley had done your head in big time at school with his advanced levels of class clown-isms, you'd thought the note to be quite adorable in all fairness to him, so you took off the note, placing it onto the kitchen counter as a reminder that he maybe wasn't so bad when he wanted to be or the fact he'd maybe matured a little bit. Either way the can made it's way into the bin and you headed off to bed, refusing to think anymore of the whole ordeal.

[coffeewithcutcaffeine]

And back to you! Day and Hair 🥰

My beloved, thank you so, so much for this wonderful Ask! Both questions were so much fun to work on — it did take me a while to put it all together into a proper response, but I do hope it will be just as fun to read as it was fun to answer! Sending you the biggest hug imaginable, my loveliest. 🥰️❤️️

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

Wallachian nobility in Vlad’s days wore characteristic attire that did not really change much. What made it special was the difference in colour, material, or embroidery, but the cut was quite standard and representative of the region (maybe not as much for Wallachia per se as more for Eastern Europe at that time — there were some differences from country to country, but the style was quite similar). Here are some murals, paintings, or drawings to give you an idea!

(The last two show the Moldavian fashion of the times, and the last painting depicts the Moldavian Voivode Ștefan the Great, Vlad’s cousin, during his later years.)

This is what Vlad wears on a normal day — see it as a kind of professional attire, something like a medieval version of a suit and tie combo. It consists of:

giubea — You can see it best in the picture of the Moldavian family, as well as the drawing of Vlad. It is a long and wide coat, lined with fur and worn by nobility. The sleeves have a slit in the upper part through which a person could push their arms and wear it more as a “cape”, or push their arms through the whole sleeve so they could wear it as a standard coat during colder months.

tunică — This is a long, heavily adorned garment with a sash over the waist. You can see it best in the picture of Ștefan who does not wear the giubea but only has the tunică on. It is a long robe, with its length varying — sometimes to the knees, sometimes to the ankles.

cămașă — It is a shirt worn beneath the tunică. It is hard to say what it looked like because it was always hidden underneath the outer layers, but we can tell it had an embroidered collar because you can see it peeking out of the tunică. Personally, I think it was made of colourful fabric.

There is another plain linen white shirt underneath, worn as a type of underwear.

pantaloni — Of course, there are trousers, most likely made of sturdy cloth. Their colour most likely matches the tunică.

Of course, underwear beneath. I am not sure if there were any specifics for this region, but medieval men in general used to wear braies. They looked like modern-day boxers and were made of linen, with strings on the waist and thighs to secure them in place.

A pair of nice, high-quality boots! Being an excellent and passionate horseback rider, Vlad cares a lot about having durable, comfortable boots, made of several layers of cow skin, with side ties and buckles.

Of course, he does not wear such formal attire all the time. When he goes out for a morning ride or just spends some free time with Cătălina and the boys, he wears something more casual, like pants and a plain shirt. I HC he also has a kind of doublet (or something similar to it) when he wants to feel more comfortable during sporty and casual activities — it keeps him warm but does not get in the way as much as longer garments would.

hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning?

Oooh, I love this so much! Vlad’s hair is definitely a character in its own right skdskfjsks I am very excited to finally have the opportunity to introduce ✨the lore✨.

As a child, Vlad wears his curls a bit longer, almost reaching his shoulders. When he is taken as a hostage by the Ottomans in 1442 (Vlad is almost eleven years old), he has his hair regularly cut short. While long hair on men was not uncommon in some Islamic cultures, the Ottomans preferred shorter styles as they conveyed discipline and authority. Long hair was often looked upon as an unwelcome foreign influence or sign of excess. Short hair is also easier to maintain and keep clean, which aligns with the Ottomans’ pride in their high standards of hygiene. His hair remains short to various degrees until he leaves the Ottoman Empire for good in 1450.

Afterwards, he decides to let his hair grow freely until it becomes long (which is how we know the historical Vlad as well). In his adulthood, it kind of becomes his trademark — long, midnight-black curls richly tumbling down his shoulders and back. The longest he ever wears it reaches his shoulder blades. In the Middle Ages, long hair was a symbol of status and masculinity. Having long hair symbolised the status of freedom (shorter hair often signified servitude and the peasantry), but it also represented financial status — seeing a man with long hair meant that he had the comfort of being able to take care of it. In his forties, he no longer wears it that long anymore but still keeps it long enough.

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Stefany :*sentada viendo la televisión* qué aburrido no hay nada que vea televisión😒🙄📺 y también suerte que la noticia no supieron de mis alienígenas😌💨💦👽

Lovetrix :*encendido el altavoz* activando un nuevo alienígena 🤖👽⌚��

Stefany :*mirá el lovetrix*Oh creo que me llegó un nuevo alienígena 😃😊👽✨*se para del sofá*voy a liberarlo para conocerlo Y qué especie de Alien es y guapo que mis Leos 😏😁⌚💖💘❣️💞*enciende el lovetrix y Leo piedra aparece*

Leonardo! Piedra : hola señorira me alegra mucho que me hayas llamado por primera vez 😏😉👋💖💘💞❣️

Stefany :*se sonroja* Wow~😲😳🩷💗💘💕 eres un Leo de piedra tan apuesto como lo imaginé🥰😍👽🪨💓💖💘💝

Leonardo! Piedra : te lo agradezco belleza en vida nuca conocido una chica tan hermosa como tú 😉😁💗💕❤️💞*abraza a Stefany en la cintura* también puedo darte una dulce sensaciones placenteras al estilo petropia😈😘❤️‍🔥💕💘💖

Stefany : espera Leo piedra también eres un petrosapien Leonardo diamante no me dijo que también su planeta había piedras 😲🤔🪐💎🪨

Leonardo!Chromastone: *Sits in front of Stefany and presses her to himself* Well, yeah, I'm also from the planet Petropia, only I'm a member of the Crystalsapiens species, unlike Diamondhead, and I can shoot lasers, absorb energy and create electric beams☺😉💗💖💞 *Pinches Stefany's breast* But what about you, beauty?😏💓❤💕 What is your name?🥰💗🩷💝💕 Who are you?😘💗💓💖💞

Stefany: Oh, my name is Stefany, a few months ago I found lovetrix and it said that now I am it's new owner😄😁⌚️🩷💘💓💕 I love all my Leonardos and make love to them all because you are all handsomes for me😍🥰💝❤️‍🔥❤💞

Leonardo!Chromastone: Wow, so that means my kitty likes to try new flavors, mmmh😏🥰💓❣️💕 *Takes off Stefany's shirt and panties* I can give it to you, something delicious and exiting🤗😈💘💝💖💕 *Kisses Stefany on the lips* Mmmuah~😚💝❣️💞💖

Stefany: *Takes a pill and washes it down with water* Aah, I will be happy to feel this, my love🤤😍💓💘💝💕 What should I do for this, master Leonardo?😉🥰❤💖💕❤️‍🔥

Leonardo!Chromastone: Just lie back and enjoy, Stefany😌🥰💖💝💞🩷 *Undresses* Unless, you can wrap your legs around my neck, please🤔😄💝💘💞

Stefany: Okay, my little turtle😍💝❤️‍🔥💓💕 *Lies on her back, wraps her legs around Leo's neck, tilts him towards her and kisses him on the lips* Mmmuah~😚💋💗💘💓💞

Leonardo!Chromastone: Hahaha, very good, sweetheart, now it’s my turn to please you😄😈💓💝❣️💕 *Inserts his penis into Stefany* Ooooh, jeez, so do you like my sword, kitty?😆😘🗡💝💖💘💞 *Kisses Stefany on the neck and breast* Mmua~😚💗💖💕 mmua~💞💓❤️‍🔥

Stefany: Aaahh, yes I love it, Lee, it's much tough and denser than the other Leos I've made love with before😃😍💓💖❤️‍🔥💕

Leonardo!Chromastone: Oh, thank you for the praise, my love☺🥰💗❤️‍🔥💝💕 *Moves his hips deeply* So let's dive into this divine world of bliss and we will stay here as long as we want😏🥰💕💓💞💖 *Kisses Stefany on the lips* Mmmmuah~😚💝💘❣️💞

@swagreecrow

[harrywavycurly]

For life with Steddie I loved the conversations could we get something where reader and Steddie are out and just being cute bestfriends? I love platonic love🥰🥰

Hiii babes!! I also love a good platonic relationship so of course I’ll give you a little something with them just being their usual bestie selves! Enjoy!!💖

-find all things Life with Steve and Eddie here✨

“He isn’t even cute.” You roll your eyes at Eddie’s comment as you flip through the People magazine that’s in your hands as you sit in an uncomfortable arm chair that’s just outside the dressing room of a store Steve dragged the two of you into.

“Am I supposed to know who you’re talking about?” It was Eddie’s turn to roll his eyes as he tried to get comfortable sitting on one of the armrests of the chair.

“The guy you have plans with tonight.” You smile at the mention of your date, you’d been looking forward to it all week and even though Eddie didn’t approve of who it was with you didn’t care because Steve always had your back. “He isn’t cute and he has no personality.” He adds as you close the magazine and hand it to him so he can put it back on the little table next to the chair.

“Just because he isn’t cute doesn’t me she can’t go on a date with him.” Steve explains as he finally appears from the dressing room in a yellow short sleeve shirt and jeans that are tight on his hips and thighs just how he likes. “She deserves a free meal and some kisses.” You feel Eddie stand up and hear him let out a groan as he rubs a hand over his face at the mention of kisses, you just smile at Steve when he turns to get your thoughts on the outfit.

“Firstly he is cute so both of you quit trying to say otherwise…also this is a lovely shirt I really like it.” Steve just laughs as Eddie rolls his eyes as you get up and walk over to Steve to help fix the collar of his shirt. “Secondly I don’t kiss on the first date.” Eddie just nods his head as you talk while Steve tries not to get in your way while you tinker with his shirt getting it styled in the way you know he likes. “And lastly I do in fact deserve a free meal so who’s buying lunch?” Eddie laughs and shakes his head as he points to Steve who just raises an eyebrow at the long haired metalhead.

“Me? Fuck that I bought ice cream half an hour ago.” You turn to look at Eddie over your shoulder and watch as he reaches for his wallet in his back pocket.

“Fine but I only have twenty bucks.” He announces before putting his wallet back in his pocket. You finish messing with Steve’s shirt and take a step back so you’re now standing right next to Eddie. “Who knew yellow was in Harrington’s color wheel?” You just giggle as you playfully smack Eddie’s chest as he drapes an arm over your shoulder while Steve gives himself a once over in the mirror.

“I do look good in yellow don’t I?” You both just nod as he turns and places his hands on his hips. “I’m gonna get it.” Eddie just looks down at you as you smile at Steve.

“Ten bucks says he’s gonna wear it on a date with what’s her face.” Eddie whispers only loud enough for you to hear as Steve turns and heads back to the dressing room to put his shirt back on.

“He’s not gonna save that for a date he’s too excited about it so I bet you ten bucks he wears it to go bowling tomorrow.” You challenge making Eddie laugh because he knows you’re probably right but that doesn’t stop him from shaking your hand confirming the bet is on.

“Think he’ll notice if we leave him here and go get some fries and milkshakes?” You just laugh as you rest your head on Eddie’s shoulder instinctively making him pull you closer to him as you wrap your arm around his waist.

“He drove us remember? And last time we tried to walk from the mall to Benny’s you almost got me hit by a bus.” Eddie just lets out a huff at your answer as the two of you stand there while Steve pays for his new shirt.

“I didn’t almost get you hit by a bus you are just clumsy and can’t walk a straight line.” Eddie defends himself as you gently pinch his sides making him squirm and laugh.

“Walk a straight line? Munson you had her walking on the curb in flip flops so yeah she’s gonna fall into the street you jackass.” Steve argues on your behalf making you smile as Eddie rolls his eyes. “Ready?” You just nod as you wrap your free arm around Steve’s middle making it to where you’re standing between the two of them as you walk through the mall back towards the entrance Steve parked his car at. “I think I might wear this shirt tomorrow it’ll look nice with those ugly bowling shoes.” Eddie lets out a groan as you laugh causing Steve to raise an eyebrow.

“I agree.” You state as you look up at Steve who’s already smiling down at you. “It’ll look awesome with those ugly bowling shoes.”

[theflyingfeeling]

Still bored, so here are some random BC fanfic ideas I've been playing with for a while but will never write due to a variety of reasons (so they are free to use!) ✨

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1) Joel/Joonas with Joel being ace/aro and oblivious to Joonas being hopelessly in love with him (or maybe he does know but he just pretends he doesn't because he has no idea what to do about it). Bonus points if Joonas gets together / fools around with Niko and it works as a distraction quite nicely, until it doesn't (cue Niko being a good friend and calling it quits himself when he understands the true state of affairs and encouraging Joonas to do something or the very least tell Joel about his feelings, even if nothing would ever come out of it, because Joel deserves to know and, most of all, Joonas deserves to move on 😔)

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2) A massage therapist AU in which Joonas is a masseur and Tommi his client. Tommi gets an awkward surprise boner during a massage and Joonas is bold enough to mention that they do also offer, ummm, erotic massages as well, in case Tommi is interested 😏 It takes Tommi a few more visits (and awkward boners (because maybe he's also developing a crush on his nice-looking masseur)) until Tommi finally books a prostate massage, and oh my oh my! 💦 his whole world turns upside down as he comes untouched by Joonas' skilful hands 😳 He's hooked from the very first prostate orgasm of his life and becomes a regular, with 2-3 weekly sessions booked, and he gets excited about them in the morning already (maybe a little too excited, if you get the gist 😌), and maybe eventually he manages to ask Joonas out 💕 (also inluded in this AU: Olli/Allu as Joonas' co-workers who are also boyfriends/husbands and use each other's massage rooms for their personal "sessions" at the end of the workday, yes very unprofessional I know 🥰)

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3) Some sort of historical AU, with Olli as some kinda royalty or a nobleman or just a rich person in general, the rebel of his family however, having a secret fling with Aleksi the merchant's son. Cue lots and lots of flirting at the marketplace and passionate sex / rough fucking wherever and whenever, but tragically, Olli in this AU is also a bit of a fuckboy and manages to piss off Aleksi and/or make him jealous by acting unnecessarily touchy-feely with someone at the tavern. Aleksi gives him the silent treatment (picture him just silently working at his market stall ignoring Olli's flirting and his pleas). Heartbroken by this, Olli gets a little too drunk at the tavern and ends up in some kind of trouble from which Aleksi saves him (all the while sighing at his idiot boyfriend 🙄). The next morning in Aleksi's modest bedroom/house, Aleksi tries his best to maintain the cold shoulder attitude (because he is still kinda mad at Olli), but he fails horribly when Olli catches him staring and starts teasing him about it like the smug bastard he is 🥰 Also, an extremely important visual from this AU is Olli in a white, loose shirt whenever possible 🥵

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4) A while back I was also thinking about another historical AU (because I looooooove historical AUs and period dramas 💖) about Niko being some kinda clergyman, a cantor perhaps, and Joonas a homeless person Niko made acquaintance with in the breadline, but sadly I can't remember too many details about this one 🤔 I guess Niko just starts doing a little extra to help out Joonas, and it's up for you to decide whether it's "helping him out" as in offering him food and maybe a roof above his head (secretly letting him stay overnight inside the church when the weather's too rough to sleep outdoors), or "helping him out" as in fucking him in the candlelit organ loft after the evening Mass 😌 Isn't the latter such a romantic image though? It's pitch black and stormy outside, the entire church is dark except for the candles they lit up on the organ loft, some old tapestry as their mattress (a holy relic, Niko later learns as he overhears the vicar and the sexton wonder about the strange stains on it 🤨), the sounds of their lovemaking echoing in the church... 🥺

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5) I can't remember the pairing for this next one 🤔 Joonas was the other but I can't remember who the other was, so I'll leave it up for you to decide or suggest who'd be the best match for Joonas in this! Anyhow, an AU in which Joonas and Person B are neighbours, acquaintances and maybe crushing on each other a little, but not properly friends or anything like that. Mostly when they talk to each other it's because of Joonas' cute fluffy dog which Person B loves petting (and while he's at it he may as well exchange a word or two with the fluffy-haired owner 🥰). Person B is a little lonely and these interactions mean the world to him, but he's too shy/intoverted to actually ask Joonas to hang out other than in the hallway or front yard of their apartment building. One day, Person B sees Joonas going in his apartment without the dog, which he finds unusual, and through the paper-thin walls he hears Joonas sob his heart out. Worried, Person B goes knocking on Joonas' door to see if he's alright, and he finds a heartbroken Joonas telling him the dog had fallen suddenly ill and had to be put down that morning 😭 Person B steps in to comfort Joonas through the night, and so their budding friendship begins to bloom and maybe eventually turn into something more 💕 (now that I typed this it sounds all a little familiar but I can't put my finger on it if I've actually read this in a fic before 🤔 so I'm sorry if I copied someone's idea, it was not my intention!)

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6) Okay this one I could write but won't because 1) I already wrote something similar, and 2) I don't want to portray Olli and Aleksi as some kinda horny and selfish cheaters, and if you don't want to even imagine that kind of things about them I suggest you stop reading now, and anyway PLEASE remember this is only fic talk, but ggghhghggghgaaaaahhhhggg I just can't stop imagining them hanging out in Aleksi's studio (late at night) and eventually one thing leads to another (wine may or may not be involved) and they end up kissing while Aleksi's spouse is upstairs 😭 maybe they even get interrupted by the spouse calling for them from outside the door or something and they'd sort of snap out of it and realise what they've done. Now there are a couple of the different scenarios for what could happen next (the 'evil' in this is the author):

neutral good: they realise they're in love with each other and peacefully break up with their spouses and live happily ever after 💞

chaotic good: they realise they're in love with each other and peacefully break up with their spouses who also somehow fall in love with each other (peer support turns into something more? 😌) and they ALL live happily ever after 🥰

chaotic neutral: they freak out and Olli immediately goes home (he lives nearby) and it's awkward for a while between them but eventually things go back to normal. They never speak about the kiss and pine for each other until the end of their days, never knowing if the other actually feels the same 💔

lawful evil: they freak out and Olli immdediately goes home and it's awkward for a while between them until it happens again and again and a couple of times more until they realise it's wrong and they should stop and then they pine for each other until the end of their days, fully aware the feeling is mutual 😭

neutral evil: they start fooling around behind their spouses' backs until they get caught by Aleksi's spouse (who, tbf, had began suspecting something by then; the amount of time they spent at the studio was getting a little to o suspicious). To make it extra evil, maybe the spouse doesn't even walk in on them but sees them through the window of Aleksi's studio and doesn't even do anything about it at first, deciding to give Aleksi multiple chances to spill it himself (as if that would change anything now the damage has already been done) 🫣

chaotic evil: Olli is staying at Aleksi's that night (he lives in Oulu) and they are forced to act normal while having dinner upstairs with Aleksi's spouse 💀

...thanks for reading 😇

[nerdieforpedro]

Hello Dear! Happy Pedro Hours! 😃

Here's little ask for you...

Who has more fashion sense? Javi G or Oberyn Martell?

Thank you in advance for your answer! ✨💖✨

Hello! 👋🏽 Sorry to get to this so late and Happy belated Pedro Hours! 😀

Both are very fashionable and I love fashion forward Javi G, with his green suit, leisure shirts, loafers and speedo (it’s a favorite for me. 🫡)

But Oberyn Martell and that golden robe 👘❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰 Good lord….that was dangerous 😭😭😭 I mean he’s dangerous, literally with poisons and being a poison master but also with fashion and in the bedroom as well we saw. 👀

My answer is Oberyn, maybe I’m working on something for him. I’ve only written him once and I need to finish all the Javi G stuff in my WIPs 🤣🤣

Thank you so much for your ask and nice to meet you! 😆

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

BUBBLES!!! Hiiii 🥰 how are you doing on this fine Wednesday? I personally should be working and studying and all but I’ve decided to take a moment and write that headcanon I told you about instead because procrastination is my middle name 🤪🤪

It probably won’t be long but i NEED to share so yeah, here you go!! Mr. Joel babygirl Miller and the chain ✨✨

Pre-outbreak!Joel

It’s important to start by saying that Joel is 100% a giver, he doesn’t hesitate buying his daughter/you whatever you need, want, settle your eyes on. He truly lives for the people he loves and he would absolutely stay with nothing if it means having you and Sarah happy and content. That being said, you try to push him, get him to buy that new pair of boots he’s been eyeing for a while, buy some new shirts because yeah the ones he owns are okay but they’re slightly getting washed out. And it’s not because he’s a cheap man, quite the opposite! Sarah wants a new pair of shoes and he doesn’t hesitate buying it even if it’s a little expensive and she tells him it’s not necessary.

I think it comes from him being a single father relying on one income that, granted, is pretty good but he isn’t rolling around in money, you know? So most of his money would go to house related things, Sarah (especially when she was a baby because yeah, babies are expensive), school, sometimes trying to do fun stuff with his daughter like going a few days away on holidays, sending her to summer camp when he has to work, etc…

But now, you have two incomes, sarah isn’t a baby anymore, Joel’s company is going veryyyyy well so it’s not the same anymore.

Anyways!! His birthday is coming up and you decide to completely ignore his “i don’t want anything, i have my girls….and tommy” little speech like usual. But on top of that, you saw a golden chain at the jewelry shop the other day and you think it’d be a nice gift. So you buy the chain and have the pendant engraved with your initials (so J, S and whatever your initial is)

He probably doesn’t know what to say when you give it to him, he isn’t really used to being the one at the end of the “receiving” line and I mean, we all saw how he reacted when Sarah got his watch fixed. It would be quite similar, he’d be too touched and emotional to make a big speech (and Joel isn’t really one for big speeches anyway) but he’d clearly appreciate the gesture. He’d probably just hug you really tight, kiss your forehead and say thank you. His reaction would seem simple and anyone who doesn’t know him might think it’s because he doesn’t like the gift but you know it’s the complete opposite.

Since that day, he wears that chain everywhere. He never takes it off unless he’s showering. He keeps it well hidden under his shirt when he’s working but when he isn’t and the weather is nice enough, he’ll be ndaring enough to put a nice button up shirt and leave it open a little so the chain can be seen by everyone. Because yes, he wears it proudly, he wants to show the whole world that he’s yours as much as he enjoys showing you off. And I feel like it’d become a habit of his to just play with it whenever he starts missing you or when he’s nervous or lost in his thoughts.

Post-outbreak!Joel

Not much changes except the fact that finding a chain would be even more special. You’d find it in an old mall not too far from Jackson and you can’t resist, you bring it back. You go to the person who can engrave (I’m sorry i cannot remember the name lol) the necklace and have not only yours (so you and Joel) initials engraved but you also ask to add a little E and a S. 

I feel like the more your relationship goes with Joel, the more he feels the need to talk about Sarah. I’m not saying he’ll be talking about her all day long but he’s bottled up everything for over 20 years and now he feels safe and happier which makes him more open to sharing. We saw it in that last scene with Ellie when they’re walking, it would be a bit like that as well. Sometimes, something would remind him of Sarah and he’ll tell you about it. Of course, you welcome it, you appreciate hearing about her and learn to love her through the stories he tells you. So yeah, all that to say that Sarah is part of the family even if she’s not physically present anymore so it’s natural for you to add her initial on the necklace next to yours and Ellie.

His reaction is pretty much the same as pre-outbreak!Joel. He’s definitely very emotional, he has no idea what to say because he’s so touched that you love him so much you’d do all that for him. I feel like although he knows you love him (yes, sometimes he doubts himself and his ability to make you happy but never he never doubts you) sometimes, you do or say something that shows just how much you actually care and it hits him “wow, she really loves me” kinda. I don’t know how to explain it but all these gestures make him really emotional and he feels so incredibly lucky to have you he can’t even speak anymore. And also the fact you thought of Sarah as well???? Life made it impossible for the most important girls in his life to all be with him at the same time but this just reminds him that yes, Sarah is gone but she keeps living through all those memories and the love he has for her and now, also the love you have for her in a way. I think it would help him a lot to finally process his grief and heal somehow that you accept that “old Joel” part of him, that life before the outbreak you didn’t know and that isn’t here anymore but still exists through him.

Okay i wrote something about his reaction but it disappeared so I’m writing it again here and sorry if it appears twice. As I said, his reaction would be pretty much the same, he’d be too choked up to speak so he’d bring you close in a hug and thank you. Then he’d be wearing that chain everywhere. Probably not with an open shirt because he’s definitely more self conscious than he used to be before the outbreak but he’d wear it on top of that undershirt thing he wears under his flannel (me making sense?). Again, he’s wearing it proudly and smiles every time he notices the chain in a mirror or someone makes a comment about it

So yeah, to sum up, gift something to Joel and he’ll cherish it forever and ever and also pedrito with an open shirt and a chain almost killed me but other than that I’m doing okay 👍🏼

Okay that’s all for today little bubble, i love you very very much and I’ll talk to you later <3

-🪷

Catch me in my pre-outbreak!Joel's mood today...

You would be planning Joel's birthday without him knowing obviously. It's just you and Sarah, Tommy is there for the logistics of going to buy stuff or hanging stuff up. And since the weather is getting warmer you decide on a family barbecue. No one else is invited just family because Joel Miller doesn't do big gatherings and Lord forbid all the attention being on him.

So it's a happy Friday. Sarah skips school. Joel has no clue about it too. You had made him ask for a shorter shift even if he had fussed about it for over a week. And you're just at it all day. Making little garlands from paper and fairy lights. Hanging them all over the backyard. And you bake a cake as well, Sarah helps to decorate it. Making hearts and flowers from icing. And it's in no way perfect but Joel doesn't need perfect well in his eyes anything that you and Sarah make is perfect. And you wrap up his presents just as you said spoiling him this year. Finally getting him things that he's been eyeing but pushing aside because he prioritizes getting his girls things. Writing little notes on each one. Like for this because your other shirts are 25 shades lighter from washing than they should be and so on.

When Joel finally gets home he's greeted with a silent house. He quickly checks the time - like mmm shouldn't my girls be back by then? So here's calling out for the two of you. You don't answer but he hears the giggles coming from outside. Shaking his head he makes his way to the patio and that's when he notices - all the candles and decorations. Sarah jumps from under the table. Running to hug her dad as she sings happy birthday to him. Joel just stands there embracing her. It almost feels surreal.

"You're looking at it like you hate it...", Sarah murmurs after a while of silence from her dad. But Joel just shook his head. "I knew you were up to something you sneaky bunch", he says and Sarah frowns, "No, you didn't know. Don't lie. Tell him Mom", she crosses her arms over her chest stepping aside as you also walk closer to him. Reaching to cup his cheeks as you lean closer to kiss him, "Happy Birthday, handsome". Joel's arms are lazily holding onto your hips as he smiles at you, "Have I gone to heaven?", you let out a laugh looking at Sarah, "See he thinks he's dead it's that good".

The rest of the evening is just filled with food, laughter, and music. Tommy had taken so many pictures of everyone and you had only returned the favor. Sarah has her hands over Joel's eyes as you and Tommy get the presents set on the table in front of him. "This is unnecessary. You know I need nothing, already have more than enough", he grumbles but Sarah only shushes him telling him to stay quiet or he won't get any cake.

And he would struggle a lot to take in all the things in front of him. He just doesn't know how to receive. He's a giver *cough cough* no but he finds pleasure in spoiling you. As he had said he gets more happiness from watching you enjoy stuff than buying something for himself.

Sarah is the one who hands him the box with the necklace. It was her idea and she was afraid that her dad would hate it. Been going on and on about it almost in every conversation that you had. So you've been reassuring her. Telling her that Joel has been more open with his style. Trying out different shirts and pater mixing and boy was it hard not to drool thinking about your husband with a golden chain around his neck for very different reasons. You haven't even seen him with it but you were already hit and bothered.

Joel is confused as he takes the box. Shaking it a bit. "Promise me this is the last one", he says looking at you both as you nod. To say that he wasn't expecting this was an understatement. He wasn't big on jewelry. Yes, he wore his wedding ring proudly and let you slip some other rings on him from time to time and that was all. His fingers trace the chain. The letter pendants made his heart swell. All the letters if your first names. He shakes his head.

"Told you he was going to hate it", Sarah bite her lip already fighting her tears, needing her dad to love it. Joel is quick to turn to her frowning, "Who said that I hate it baby girl? It's beautiful. I just... don't know what to say". Sarah slips to his side, to hug him once more. You take the chain from him. Going around to clasp it around his neck and shamelessly undoing one more button of his shirt, "Oh, that looks so good", you say more to yourself while biting your lip. Joel catches your gaze, smirking back at ya, before leaning down to press a kiss to Sarah's head.

[strahable]

S5 Theo may have been slightly evil, but he was also pretty whenever he appeared, so there's that...

I'm going to talk about (and rate) 9/technically 10 of Theo's best appearances/outfits from my screenshots folder of season 5. I'm doing this in no particular order by the way.

1. First of all, this look was nothing shy of ✨ANGELIC✨ I loved the plain black V-neck shirt; it was simple, but *chef's kiss* simple.

This was also one of the few times I actually really liked his hair being cut that way.

Oh, and the lighting was AMAZING with how it really drove home that angelic look.

10/10 without a doubt 💫

2. Okay, so Theo wasn't completely decent here. I have respectfully covered him up a bit with a nice shirt (I tried to, but the marker doesn't scale and I wasn't painting the entire torso.)

This appearance was top tier from the way he terrorized Liam and Mason after chasing them as a wolf, for some reason. (I still don't know why Theo did that.)

From his smirky face and snarky attitude to the god awful night time lighting, this scene has it all. (I was uncomfortable when Theo walked away and we saw his bare ass legs, though. No, thank you.)

7/10 because Theo was very entertaining, but them bare legs was a no for me 😔

3. For this one you get a double feature simply because he's wearing the same outfit.

I loved the class scene with Theo's fun little confident air about him. I also loved the superhero landing scene as Theo went to confront Liam and Stiles about stalking him in the woods.

Theo just had to turn the tables on them and hide in a tree, then he just HAD to jump out of it and land like Superman to show off.

His hoodie was also very lovely and nice. It looked very comfortable 🥰

Only 8/10 for this one, though, because the drawstrings should have been black.

4. Anyone who has ever read some of my posts on here knows how much I LOVE this look and scene!!!

I am very biased, but every aspect of this scene was breathtaking and masterful.

From the very good mood lighting in the rain (I love rain) to the perfectly shaped eyebrows on his face.

Oh, and you can't see his outfit, but that jacket with red and black plaid sleeves was so GOOOOOD looking. It suited him so well!!!

10/10 because Theo was amazing here and his look went hard in that rain 🤭

5. This scene was amazing for both Thiam and Thayden reasons.

I'll be the first to admit that his outfit wasn't great. His hair did save the day along with his posture and the way he looked at Liam, taunting him 🫣👀

From the way Theo was standing close to Hayden to the way he kept his eyes on Liam almost the entire time, this scene has it all.

9/10 because while the outfit sucked, the scene itself was top tier 😘

6. Now, I haven't gotten to this scene in my (second) rewatch and I don't totally remember it, but the look goes HARD.

Theo's hair looks amazingly evil here. His jacket is top tier with how cool it looks. The lighting is just going to prove that Theo is a literal angel sent from below. Last, but not least, the WAY he's looking away is ALAKAKSSJSHJSJSSJSN.

10/10 and must I say why? 😉

7. I don't totally remember this scene either other than Theo talking about first loves in that jacket. Plus, a very soft scene with Scott that makes you think they were childhood crushes.

That memory alone has been ingrained into my brain so I love this look on Theo forever now.

Regardless of that scene, Theo looks amazing in that black jacket and his hair looks perfect!!!

11/10 because his scene with Scott really sold it 🥹

8. This look was just so hrrrrrm. In a good way.

The pompous flirty boy attitude and the JACKET that sells it ALL. I love that jacket so much, I want to wear that jacket. Not because Theo has worn it, but because it's a really nice jacket and it accentuates all of his torso so well. He has such canonically good taste.

I, unfortunately, have to digress that this scene is not 10/10 for me because of its atrociously depressive lighting. Somehow, Jeff Davis managed to ruin this perfect scene (aside from the dumb flirting with Malia) with some bottom tier level lighting.

3/10 fck you, Jeff 🤬

9. HRRRM.

Last, but, ooooooOooOOOOH, so not least. This scene wasn't anything special really, but the OUTFIT. The hair is okay, but the OUTFIT.

I love, love, LOVE this top on Theo so much. It suits him so well!!!!!!

Oh, and the POSE. HRM.

20/10 because I make the rules and I'm a simp for Theo Raeken 🥳

[sparfloxacin]

helloooo, I'm here to deliver this heartbreaking random Olli/Allu fic idea I just thought of, no particular reason just hear me out okay~

imagine Aleksi getting married although deep deep deep deep deep down he's crushing on Olli the tiniest bit (🤏), yet he still asks Olli to be his bestman (and all his other band mates too of course, but Olli would be the #1 bestman and is the first one he asks ya know) and of course Olli says yes although deep deep deep deep deep down he's also crushing on Aleksi, but since he only wants Aleksi to be happy he puts on a brave face and helps Aleksi figure stuff out for the wedding -> cue the two of them spending loooots of time together on the pretext of "planning the wedding", which makes their feelings for each other only grow stronger day by day, and during their deep talks over red wine (because of course they must do a wine-tasting for the wedding, right?) they at some point have a ✨ m o m e n t ✨ and almost kiss and they both sorta panic, especially Aleksi as he's the one getting married after all ffs?? wellllll it's awkward for a while until they both decide it was not a ✨ m o m e n t ✨ after all, because how could it be, but then at Aleksi's bachelor party they have another moment and are even closer to a kiss but someone interrupts them or smth and yeahhh this was certainly not part of the wedding plans but it's too late to call off the wedding now 💀 fast forward to the wedding day which actually goes quite nicely and they both feel surprisingly okay about it (maybe they both had a good chat with someone else in the band who manages to calm them both down and convince them of it all having been just drunken tomfooleries, and anyway nothing happened so why worry about it), until later in the evening when the bride and groom's closest friends are the only guests still hanging about the wedding venue, Olli and Aleksi meet somewhere secluded to get a little breather from the party and they're both a little tipsy and they joke around and giggle and it's exactly like it used to be back in the good old days – btw at this point it's extremely important that you imagine Olli with his suit jacket off wearing a white collar shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black suspenders and a drink in his hand, looking at Aleksi with a relaxed smile – so when it's been a while since their conversation died off and either of them said anything and they just stand there with smiles on their faces looking at each other, Olli can't take it anymore and sets down his drink and just kisses Aleksi and oh god PLEASE stop me from actually writing this I beg of you 😭

hellooo aaaahhhhh this is so heartbreaking I love it 😩😩💕💗💖

Olli trying to be so brave even though it’s killing him inside 😭😭 and them using ”planning the wedding” as an excuse to spend time together (and get wine drunk) aaaaaa 😭😭🤧

”imagine Olli with his suit jacket off wearing a white collar shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black suspenders and a drink in his hand, looking at Aleksi with a relaxed smile” HELLOOOO 😩😩 this is 1. so easy to imagine 2. so hot 🫠 definitely not imagining that Olli and this 👇🏻 Aleksi making out in a corner somewhere, hiding from others 😩

thank youuu for the ask 💕💗💖 having trouble with sleeping again so I’ll just think about this for the rest of the night I guess 🥰

[embyrinitalics]

I was tagged for three different tumblr games by @charbies and @aquaticpal! Thank you lovelies! 🥰 Here are all three games in one convenient post. 😆✨

Heads up Seven up

Rules: post the last 7 lines you've written and tag 7 people.

She wants to reach out and take his giant, worn hands, wants to revert to younger days, when he might rain down advice and wisdom and choose for her, and seem infallible. But he won’t pretend to know what the future holds, and won’t take the choice from her now. The riddle seems unanswerable. How can she weigh the value of his feelings for her against challenges she has yet to face? But then, she realizes, that’s not the question she must answer. The question is, can she bear to leave her people and her family behind to be with him? The question is, can she bear to let him go?

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First ship: Zelink again lol

Last song: Steal the Show by Lauv

Last Movie: Elemental (hence the song lol)

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Currently consuming: Iced peppermint tea

Currently craving: Vension T_T

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favorite color: summer leaf green

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last series: Ahsoka

last time outside: a few minutes ago lol

last meal: grilled eggplant sandwiches with caramelized onions and goat cheese

sweet, savory, or spicy? savoryyyy

currently working on: An Inconvenience, mostly. Also puttering away on To Whom it May Concern.

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