#camel sweatshirt

[frankbankinternational]

lsdunes: We’re very lucky to have shared so many memories and special moments at @riot_fest. We can’t wait to play these songs for you again–some you’ve heard, and maybe some you haven’t… See you September 21st 🔺

[drysdaleknieslee]

kindly begging for barzy smut, maybe like him coming back from a rough game??? idk you can decide the plot 🥰

Coming right up! I've never written for Mat but I'm excited! He's become one of my bookies so this is something i've thought about before 👀

Enjoy!

Mat and the team haven't been having the best of luck since getting a new coach. It was supposed to be a new start for them but they've been going through a rough patch. Mat bas been coming home more frustrated than usual and you give him his space, but this last game loss was the straw that broke the camels back.

Islanders had lost to the Tampa Bay Lightning in a shut out. You could tell from the stands that Mat was not happy. Not being able to generate any points this game looked bad for the team. But Mat especially as he holds the teams responsibilities on his shoulders.

You wait in the family area with the other wives and girlfriends, chatting about other events and what plans we had for the rest of the week.

When the guys finished showering and getting everything together, they each came one by one to head home. Mat came in last, face red either from the shower or his emotions bubbling over.

He sees me and his face and shoulders relax for a bit before walking over and engulfing you in a hug. "You ok?" I ask cautiously.

"Could be better. Let's just go home."

You bid good night to the staff members ad you both make your way to Mat's car. His hand is securely on your thigh while the other grips the steering wheel. His face set in a frown. You don't say anything. Just rub his knuckles lightly and he relaxes a little.

You both pull up to your shared house still in stiff silence. You enter quietly before heading into your bedroom most likely to digress. You enter behind him just to change into one of his sweatshirts that you usually sleep in and head back downstairs to make the both of you some tea. You set the kettle up and wait for the water to boil. While you lean against the counter, Mat makes his way into the kitchen and just stands by you. Avoiding your eyes.

"You want to say something. When your ready I'll listen."

He sighs before starting. "I feel like this is gonna be another year we fall short of the playoffs. And I don't know what to do."

You turn to look at his face and it's still got that red hue over his cheeks. You reach out to run your fingers through his hair making his eyes close momentarily.

"You win some and lose some. Does that make you a bad player? Not by any means. Your a good player for a good team Mat."

He turns to kiss your wrist before finally locking eyes with you. You turn momentarily to stop the kettle before turning back to your boyfriend and grabbing his hands. "I know how I can make you feel better."

You lead him upstairs to the bedroom and he closed the door behind him before facing you.

After he faces you, you start to take his sweatshirt off. You didn't wear a bra to the game.

"Tell me what you want me to do. Anything that will help you release some steam."

He quirks his eyebrow up at this and a slight smirk creeps up on his face as he eyes you up and down, trying to see where to start first.

"Take your panties off." You do as he says and slowly remove your last piece of under garment and now your bare in front of him. He walks till he's directly in front of you and he gets on his knees. He places his hands behind your knees for support. He starts light feather kisses below your belly button to tease you.

"I regret telling you-" your airways get choked out as he inserts a index finger without warning. Your knees buckle a bit but you regain composure as you get used to the stretch.

"You were saying?" he said looking up at you as your face contorts in pleasure before he adds another finger and now his mouth.

"Oh my goodness Mat!" you moan as he hits your spot with fingers and tongue. He could tell you were close as the grip on his hair became tighter and you were clinching around his fingers. Your breaths also became more labored and shallow.

"Just a little more honey, not yet" he coaxes. With a long lick and three fingers now you let out a small scream of his name before he finally said, "Let go."

Your vision blurred as your climax hit you like a train. Moisture coating the inside of your thighs. Mat licks the remaining excess moisture before fully standing in front of you.

"Bed. Ass up."

You walk to the bed with wobbling legs and assume the position.

"Grab the headboard."

You reach and put both hands on the headboard of your shared bed before you feel his presence behind you. He spreads your legs with his knee and lightly kneads your thighs then your ass.

"Who does this belong to?" he asks before slapping your vagina making you jump.

"Yours Mat." you rasp.

You feel him line himself at your entrance before gently inserting himself into you. Both of you holding back moans as you both have to readjust to each other.

"Your so tight eaxh time." he says through clenched teeth. You spread your legs wider for a better angle and he finally bottoms out. He gains a slow pace with each thrust which is doing it's job but you know he's holding back.

"Mat."

"Yeah?"

"Faster. Please?"

"Since you asked so nicely," with that, he grabs your waist with one hand and makes a makeshift ponytail with the other and starts going faster and harder. He's knocking the wind out of you with each thrust and he pulls your hair forcing your head back and making your back arch.

"Let the neighbors and all of Long Island know who's number you wear and who you belong to."

"Mat!"He's hitting each spot with each thrust. You feel him everywhere. Your eyes are rolling in the back of your head as he literally fucks you dumb. Your words aren't words anymore and more like forced mumbles. You feel your climax start to build again, hotter than before and Mat knows it.

The hand that was on your waist is now towards your front. He pushes his hand down on your stomach eliciting a new type of sensation making you clench.

"Do that again and I won't last."

"Please Mat, I'm close."

He pushes on your stomach again, feeling his imprint making you clench harder this time as you both moan together and climax one after the other.

You collapse on the bed. Arms too weak and legs shaking. Mat collapses next to you and pulls you close before kissing your forehead.

"I love you," he says breathlessly, "I love having you here with me."

You kiss his nose as your eyes become droopy. "I love you too. Forever and always."

[fiapartridge]

bye ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ | jack hughes

“maybe someday we'll look back with love.”

☼ pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader

☼ summary: feeling down, an ad for lacuna inc. makes its way to your doorstep, prompting you to travel to new york city and erase your memory of the one thing that's hurting you...

☼ fia’s note 💌: eee i love this song! this album is 100% a no-skip album! again, thx for joining us on this 13-part-series <3 pls enjoy “bye” ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

eternal sunshine hq ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

prev part: intro (end of the world) ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

*₊ ° .　. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

He still lingered around your house. Memories of you two slow dancing in the kitchen, sitting on countertops as he stands between your legs, dolloping whip cream on your nose as you laughed like it was the funniest thing on the planet. Honestly, to you, it was the funniest thing on the planet. You two lived in your own world; on your own planet. Everyone saw it that way, and for while, you did too.

You had been meaning to ship his belongings back to him: the red and black Devils sweatshirts piled on your dresser, the teddy bear he won you during your trip to Coney Island, the cologne he left on your desk in case you missed him while he was on a road trip. You couldn’t stay in your apartment anymore. Every time you came back to the beige walls of your small home, you were greeted with reminders of Jack. And it stung every single time.

Collecting his items from around your apartment, you stuffed them into a white cardboard box. You didn’t know what you would do with it. Maybe you could ding dong ditch Jack and just leave the items at his doorstep, or maybe you could burn it somewhere with your best friend, Courtney. Upon deciding your next step, a slip of paper slid underneath your door.

You stood there for a moment, watching the paper sit in its place, its words tucked to the underbelly of the pamphlet. Walking over, you cautiously kneeled down and turned the sheet over.

“Lacuna, inc.

They say time heals all wounds, but the hardest part about dealing with a wound in your past is not the pain, or having to relive it again and again. The hardest part is that it makes you question who you are. Don’t let the memory define you. Erase it. Start anew. Reinvent yourself without the lingering thought of them in your mind, and the prospect of questioning your abilities in the future. 

Visit Lacuna, inc. at 210 E Grand St. New York, NY 10019. Call us at +1 (917) 964 - 3205.

Become yourself again.”

It felt stupid, right? Erasing the memory of Jack Hughes and your relationship with him from your entire memory? It felt extreme and dangerous—highly unlike you. But that was the thing that broke the camel’s back in the first place. You couldn’t be what Jack wanted you to be. You couldn’t be spontaneous and take risks and be dangerous. Maybe it was time to start? Because for the past two months, you felt this unbearable ache in your chest and you were tired of feeling it. You were tired of wondering if you were enough, or if you could ever be happy again.

This could fix that. It could fix everything. It could fix you. 

Which was why you found yourself in the driver's seat of your car, your collection of items that reminded you of Jack in the passenger seat beside you, and your GPS pulled up with the location of Lacuna, inc. in New York City.

You were going to become yourself again. 

*₊ ° .　. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

The waiting room was small: uncomfy chairs lining the perimeter of the room, a table in the center with research about lacunar amnesia and the safety of the practice, and ugly overhead lighting that made you feel like you were little again, waiting nervously at the doctor’s office.

A brown clipboard laid on your thighs with a waiver, asking you if you really wanted to do it. There was no going back. There was no regaining the memory of Jack Hughes after the procedure. Once it was gone, it was gone— for good. No more Jack. 

You could move on—the same way it looked like he already had.

“You have given extensive thought behind your decision and give “Lacuna, inc.” exclusive permission to remove this person completely from your mind: Yes or No”

With a shaky breath, you checkmarked: Yes.

A couple minutes later, your name was called by one of the nurses and you were carrying your box of Jack’s things into the procedure room. They took the box from your hands, laying it on a table with big machinery and lasers. This whole thing felt foreign to you, but you were ready.

Sitting down in a chair at the center of the room, they strapped patches to your temples as you sat with your hands intertwined in your lap. Your heartbeat raced on the monitor beside you as you closed your eyes, letting the memories take you for the last time. 

“Marry me,” Jack blurted as you laid in his arms on the sofa of his apartment. He could feel you tense up. He could feel your breath stutter and you rise from your position.

“What?” you asked, unsure if you had heard him correctly. You started dating Jack when you were 20. You had a year left of college, he was already playing in the NHL, and you had never met anyone quite like him. He was carefree and limitless. He believed that anything was possible; that logistics weren’t important. You were the one that kept him leveled; that yes, ideas and fantasy is important, but the actuality of it is important too.

“Marry me,” he repeated. He said it so simply, as if it held the same weight as asking if you wanted to go out for ice cream later, or if you wanted to stay in or go out for dinner tonight.

You furrowed your brows, your mouth running dry. “We’re 22, Jack.”

He scoffed, mirroring your body language as he rose from his position on the couch. “So?” he shrugged. He took your hands in his as you failed to meet his green eyes. “I want to be with you, Y/N. I know that more than anything. You can move in with me, we could get engaged now and married next year, my grandmother would love you, and—”

“Jack—”

“My brothers already consider you a part of the family—”

“Jack—”

“Why don’t we just make it official, you know? You could be family and—”

“Jack stop,” you scolded, removing your hands from his as he stared at you with a look you’ve never seen before. He’s never been the level-headed type. He’d always been one to fantasize, but this felt extreme. You two were still young, you were still trying to find a stable job and make a name for yourself. You couldn’t get married now. “Listen to yourself. I don’t even have a stable job.”

“You don’t need one!” he exclaimed. “I can work, I can make enough for the both of us, you don’t need to worry about money.”

You stood up from the couch, fuming. How could he just dismiss everything you’ve ever worked for like that? “But I want to work.”

“So work,” he shrugged. “Find a job, I don’t know! All I know is that I want to get married to you. Don’t you want that with me?”

You paced around the living room, trying to wrap your head around everything. “Yes, of course I want that with you, Jack. I just,” you took a deep breath. “I don’t want that right now.”

You watched him recoil. He wanted it now, you could see it in the way he goes silent, and the way he looks as if he wants to be nowhere near you right now. “When do you want it then?”

It wasn’t like you had a set date in mind, but it sounded like all he could hear from you was that you didn’t want to get married. He didn’t want to listen to you. Whenever anything deviated from what he wanted, he shut down. That was just who he was, always has been. 

You crossed your arms, holding yourself as if that was the only thing that felt familiar to you in that moment. “I don’t know, like when we’re 24/25?”

“Two more years?” he questioned incredulously. If he knew he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life, why couldn’t he just wait?

“Jack, your fans don’t even know we’re dating!” you shouted. “How are they going to feel when they find out you’re fucking married? Would you even tell them or would you just keep me a secret for the rest of our lives?”

“You know I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“I’m just not ready, and you know you aren’t either.”

He laughed, but it felt poisonous, like venom was dripping from his tongue. It didn’t feel like his infectious laughs that you wanted to replay in your mind for the rest of your life. It felt like a memory you needed to erase. “What are you saying, Y/N? This isn’t just a random thought, I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. And I guess, I just thought that you were thinking about it too.”

“I have been! Just. Not. Now, Jack. Why can’t you just listen to me? It’s not just you involved in this! This is both of our lives that this is affecting!”

“Well, I didn’t think it would be such a negative in your life.”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying. He was acting as if the two years you had spent together was nothing to you. “I never said that and you know that.”

“Yeah? Well, it sure feels like it.”

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

It was like you hit a nerve. Like you touched something that you never knew was beneath him. “Then why are you even with me? If I’m so unbelievable.”

“You can’t be serious, Jack,” you shook your head, rounding the corner of the room and towards your shoes that were laid at the entrance of the apartment. You pointed at him as he followed you. “You’re acting like a child. Grow up!”

“Me? You’re the one that’s scared of committing!”

“I’m not scared of committing to you, Jack. I’m scared of not being me anymore. You need to know the difference!”

“Then tell me the fucking difference, because right now, it just feels like we’re breaking up.”

Your head shook, your fingers didn’t feel like your fingers anymore, and in real life, in that office chair, your eyes scrunched and your breathing quickened. You couldn’t relive this. Somehow, it hurt more the second time.

“I don’t even know who I am yet!” you threw your hands in the air. “And you just expect me to be Mrs. Hughes? To be a part of your family? To make me… yours?”

“Come on, Y/N. You’re being dramatic. You’re acting like I’m taking you, or something.”

“I’m not dramatic, you’re just not listening to me!”

“I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to listen to you, but you’re making this so fucking difficult. You make everything fucking difficult. You’re just too much sometimes.”

You didn’t even know you were crying by then, but you were. You were sniffling as you walked around the apartment, grabbing your jacket from the couch, your purse from the dining table, and your shoes from the entryway. You could hear him pestering you with questions: Where are you going? We’re not done with this. Are we breaking up? If you leave, we’re done.

But you’ve spent your life being a people pleaser. You’ve abandoned yourself time and time again to make ends meet. You’ve skipped so many important events to go to his games, and to meet him in California just because he asked you to, and at the most important times of your career, times when you asked him to just stop by for a second so you could have one familiar, comforting face, he had a game, or he had to go out with the guys for “team-bonding”, or something else of higher matter just took priority. All you asked for was effort from both sides. 

So to hear that you prioritizing yourself for the first time was dramatic? You couldn’t hear him anymore. All you wanted was to get the hell out of there—even if it meant breaking up.

Courtney pulled up outside as you rushed into her car, your chest heaving and tears spilling out of your eyes. She didn’t ask what happened, she could tell from your texts that it was something bad, something unrecoverable.

But, as if saying it out loud would help you comprehend it for yourself, you said the undeniable.

“I think we just broke up.”

[minimomoe]

Love Bites pt. 5

The holidays are right around the corner...

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

Chapters: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI.

Preview: Toji pressed a kiss to the top of your head, an absentminded but affectionate gesture since she couldn’t actually feel the kiss through your hoodie and beanie covering your head, but you warmed up from it nonetheless. 

“You’re doing fine..."

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Chapter Five: Pumpkin Spice

The warmth of Toji’s hand sears through your gloves even in the nipping cold. You look around in the skating rink and see a little girl in a sparkly pink jumpsuit who is doing a camel spin before evolving it into a salchow. Your eyes couldn't even keep up with how many rotations the child was completing, and you weren't sure if cheering her on would distract her or not. You watch in amazement before she realizes that the little girl who’s finally slowing down is Nobara, one of Megumi’s friends. She hadn’t recognized her for a moment because her copper hair was tucked inside of her beanie. 

“That was beautiful,” you compliment and Nobara beams up at you before giving a curtsy. You were about to give another comment before you lost your balance again. You stumbled forward, trying to steady yourself, but fell short and the ice below you was rushing up to your face fast. Luckily for you, Toji was a steady boulder who was quick to hook his hand underneath your arm to prevent you from ending up in the hospital. 

“Thank you,” you giggle. “This is much harder than they make it look,” you say sheepishly when you are finally standing up straight. When Toji invited you out to come skating you agreed without hesitation, then later realized that you had never gotten on ice for any recreational business. You tried to look it up online to prepare, but it was hard if you didn’t have any skates to practice on your own. You were relieved to see that you weren't the only person unable to skate in the rink, but it was still a little embarrassing. 

“Follow my feet,” Toji says, gliding in front of her to grasp both of your hands tightly. Toji wasn’t wearing his usual suits, instead opting for an all grey sweatshirt and pants combo, with a black puffer jacket and beanie to match. It was a simple outfit, one that you had seen a thousand times before on other people, but he looked devastatingly handsome. Suddenly your feet started to shuffle frantically because you were admiring his face instead of following Toji’s feet like he told you. Your face crashes into his chest with a thump that even Toji groans at. You try to pull back but your feet slip again, causing you to make the same mistake. 

You slump in defeat and scowls at the ice below you. You rub your head into his chest, then lift your head up, digging your chin into his sternum to look at him. 

“I suck at this,” you pout. You bat your eyes at Toji and let your arms dangle at your sides while he continues to hold you up from your underarms. “Even the kids are better than me,” you grumble. You look at Yuji who also said he has never skated before, which was true since he was struggling to take baby steps on the ice with the help of Nobara and Megumi when they first came in, but now he was attempting a triple axel because Nobara had dared him to. 

Toji pressed a kiss to the top of your head, an absentminded but affectionate gesture since she couldn’t actually feel the kiss through your hoodie and beanie covering your head, but you warmed up from it nonetheless. 

“You’re doing fine. Yuji’s freakishly good at everything.” 

“He could go to the Olympics at this rate,” you comment, pointing at how he landed yet another obnoxious turn that Nobara suggested. The kid was only ten years old for crying out loud. You groan and turn your forehead back into Toji’s chest again. 

“Are you hurt anywhere? Do you want to leave?” Toji sets you right on your feet, his eyes grazing over your body. 

“How could I have been hurt? You’ve been holding my hand or body this whole time,” you laugh, then slowly shuffle to the nearest bench looking into the rink. “I don’t want to leave just yet,” you say, sitting down and stretching out your legs in front of you. Toji occupied the space next to you and you both watched the three of the children race around the rink together. You scoot closer to him, closing the gap between you, then rest your head on his shoulder. You hum along to the Christmas song that is playing overhead, threading your hand under Toji’s that was resting on his thigh. By instinct he brings up your hand to kiss the back of it and you grin in response. You sit quietly and listen to the sound of jingles and laughter for a moment until Toji speaks up. 

“What are your plans for Thanks—“

“Is this the reason why you can’t pick up the phone, you fucker?” A deep voice asks behind the couple, and your eyes widen at the interrupter. He must have been taller than Toji, with tattoos on his face and creeping up his neck, and spiked pink hair to top it off. Toji didn’t even turn around to acknowledge the man. He replies with a simple, “It broke.”

“If you’re gonna lie, at least make it a good one,” the other man grumbles. He finally looks down at you, who Toji scooped and tucked closer to his body. The other man crosses his arms over his chest and whistles.

“What’s this? You actually got yourself a woman now?”

“What do you want?”

“She’s really cute. What’s your name, honey?”

Toji pulls you closer and glares at the man. “Sukuna,” he warns. 

“Sukuna me all you want, I asked some questions first.”

“Baby, this is the bane of my existence. Bane of my existence, this is my baby. Now go back to whatever the fuck you were doing before this.” 

“I was looking for you, asshole. We have a problem,” Sukuna says after winking at you.

You give a small wave of your hand but stay quiet during their interaction. You can see Toji getting increasingly stressed out from the conversation so you rub his thigh consolingly. 

“Can’t. Busy. Take it to Nanami.”

“Nanami is pulling the same shit as you but he’s smart enough to stay inside to avoid me.”

“Gojo then.”

“He’s being disgusting with his girl right now. They’re feeding each other whatever baked goods she made for him this time and rubbing each oher’s noses,” Sukuna shivers. 

“Sounds like you should get yourself a partner,” Toji sighs. 

“Don’t worry about me, I got my eyes on someone. Speaking of partners, are you gonna bring her to the family Thanksgiving dinner?”

“I was getting to that before your big ass showed up.”

“I’d love to go. What should I bring?” You pipe up. 

“Anything you want, sugar, I’m sure it’ll taste amazing,” Sukuna purrs and dodges the arm Toji threw out in an attempt to punch his stomach. 

“Great. That’s settled. Call the kids over so I can drop them off at Nanami’s place as punishment for blocking my number again. We have some work to do.”

“I’ll be fine, Toji. It looks like your…friend needs you,” you smile. 

“Thank you,” Sukuna nods. “Here you go,” he hands you a cafe cup. “The lady in the store gave me a sugary pumpkin spice latte instead of black coffee.”

“Don’t take that,” Toji scowls and snatches the cup from Sukuna. “After I take her back then we can talk. Fuck off.”

“Love you too, baby,” Sukuna teases. He walks down the street hauling Yuji and Nobara on his shoulders and Megumi walking close behind, leaving Toji and you alone to walk to his car. 

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” Toji says once you get in his car. 

“I want to. I want to meet the rest of your family,” you assure him.

“They’ll love you, but I’m greedy and wanted to spend Thanksgiving alone together.”

“We’ll have some alone time when we leave,” you say, leaning on the armrest and looking at his lips. 

“Oh yeah?”

You hum in response, drifting closer to his face, but place a finger on his lips before you could touch.

“First you should get me a pumpkin spice latte. I really wanted that one,” you grin.

Chapters: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI.

[flashbangstars]

I loved your ‘NCT Dream as your roommate’ so much! The scenarios really suit them. For some reason I really wanna see a continuation/part 2 of it of what it would be like if they were your roommate and caught feelings for you or some type of them confessing thing that they caught feelings for you by being your roommate XD

first of all thank you!! I really do appreciate it :)))))

Nct Dream as your roommates P2 (finding out they have feelings for you edition)

Mark

it all happened one day when you guys were doing laundry together

you pulled a sweatshirt of his out your laundry bag and when he asked why you had it, you responded with "I don't know, I think you left it in my room plus it smells good"

he in that moment actually giggled like a little school girl

but as soon as he registered he did it, he literally ran from the laundry room saying he had a last minute assignment he forgot for class. like clothes still on the ground

for the first time he closed his door and locked himself and literally paced back and forth now because he was realizing that HE LIKES YOU>??

but now it was weird because beforehand he wasn't weird with you, but NOW how is he supposed to face you?? he can't just be in the same room as you????

he now for the last couple days has been avoiding you, but also you are acutely aware of it because usually he is in your bubble 24/7

so when you knock on his door saturday night and hear him actually scream in his room you kinda scream too

and then you both are screaming and he opens the door and then you're screaming at each other it's a whole ordeal

when you both like come too you are now hysterically laughing at each other

he kinda stop and stares at you and just plainly says "I really like you" and just smiled

and you stared back and simply leaned in and he pulled you towards him pulling you into his room

and you both finished all the laundry the next day including his sheets

Renjun

he already knew he felt some sort of feelings towards you and it was troubling but he hid it pretty well

if he could keep up the room mate besties facade for the entirety of the lease you both held he would be fine

but now it was getting so fucking scary, like like like like you spend so much time in his room, and like around him, he severely underestimated this situation

he would still hoard your hair products so you would have to come into his room and he cherishes the time, even if half of it is you bitching at him for taking your things, it's an endearing bitching

he is a bit repulsed by the way he is almost obsessed with you, but he still manages to wake up every morning at 6 am (the time you wake up everyday) and will make you both coffee and come sit in your bed while you're at your vanity and will listen to your sleepy voice talk about the things you have planned for the day and keep track of when you say you are coming home

the straw that breaks the camel's back is when you come in one morning bitching at him and he turns around to you bitching at him

but bitching at him, only in a towel like 7 inches from your face it's like you know the inner struggle he was going through because of you

so he did what any logical man would, he kissed you, and i mean it effectively stopped your bitching, but now you were also kissing him back and like what the fuck does he do after this

Jeno

when you started wearing his sweatshirts as a house hoodie he kinda only slightly went insane.

he went even more insane when jaemin texted him asking if the he had finally made a move on you since you were wearing his sweatshirt to your 9am chemical engineering lecture.

what did he mean make a move/??

.... was he that obvious.....

what the hell why didn't anyone say anything, WHAT THE FUCK

when you were away during the day he went into your room and found literally 6 of his sweatshirts neatly folded on the edge of your desk that you didn't use

He swiftly excited and had the ignore the butterflies that were fucking rampant in his stomach

when you came home that night and brought home food for the both of you two he felt so babygirl, like tucking his hair behind his ear n shit

the desks you two have, facing each other was proving to be so fucking detrimental to his mental health, he can't peering over his screen to watch you work, and you are too oblivious to the world to notice it so he can deadass do it for 10-15 minutes

Accidentally, he might've actually been making it too obvious, because one day when he walked into the kitchen shirtless and you looked at him over your coffee cup face red and went "you know you aren't super subtle, and I do think you're hot if you're wondering"

he almost passed out, like had to grab to counter type shit

and when you passed him and went "you know we can talk about this, I'll be in your room" and his knees actually buckled trying to run there

Haechan

since he moved in he doesn't really leave you alone, and nothing really changed. like he still follows you everywhere

he thinks he started noticing it around the time that you had become immune to his constant clinginess

when you were sitting at your desk and he draped himself across your back and wrapped his arms around you, you didn't flinch, it was like a part of him died a little bit, but then it also made him want to push you a little bit more

so he started getting in bed with you and the morning when you were still there, and not stealing all of the covers, and wrapping himself around you before your alarm went off again signal you actually had to be up

surprisingly you went along with it, sometimes even tangling a ankle with his or flopping over onto him to turn the alarm off

you've both spend an alarming amount of time together that your entire friend group had a running bet of how long it will take for you two to get together

one evening when you had made dinner for you both and handed him his plate, he leaned over and kissed you on the cheek saying "thank you baby"

and that's when he got you, your face flushing and the tips of your ears bright red, turning away to the sink

you turned around arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed "NOW WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT" spaghetti plate now long forgotten on the counter behind you

"BECAUSE I LIKE YOU AND YOU WON'T NOTICE

"and you couldn't have just told me?? I like you too dumbass, no need to fucking pounce on me in the kitchen

"what.. what do you mean you like me too"

Jaemin

He really enjoyed the silence that came with your relationship, you both knew each other's schedules like the back of your hand

he sometimes will wait outside your door when he's bored to see if you are too

he prides himself on the fact that he knows a ungodly amount about you, ; your coffee order, your favorite convenience store snacks and the tampons you like from target

until he realized that's a little weird.... especially since you are just his roommate until he realized that it may be because he sees you as more than just his roommate

the coffee cups that you would put his name and the heart over the I (that you usually do, but he likes to think that he is special)

but now when you guys do silent work in the apartment he starts to slowly move closer to you

tuesday it was him in his room and you in the living room

wednesday he was in the kitchen and you the living room

thursday he was in the living room on the floor and you on the couch

friday he was on the couch on the opposite end and you the other

and on saturday his head was in your lap on the couch while you were reading and he was reading

and he realized then, that he was terribly infatuated with you

but since you seemed to not care about the infatuation, he leaned into it.

spending more time with you when you were home, and also kinda borderline stalking you while you were on campus

after three weeks of borderline stalking you, he asked you out on a date while you both were working, and you took your eyes off your computer screen squinted, and then replied yes with a nod and went back to working

Chenle

when he had told you that he liked your room better because of the decorations, you started coming in and putting up decorations onto his walls and putting little trinkets on his shelves

and one day as you were putting up posters he caught himself smiling like a idiot watching you struggle with the hammer

Him watching you organize the little things on the desk and wiping down the surfaces

one of his love language is gift giving so he started picking up little things and gifts he would find when he was out to bring to you and leave in front of your room like a weirdly rich crow

you literally stopped telling him things you like because he wouldn't stop just buying them for you

you settled for him just buying your coffee in the mornings from the shop below the apartment

he makes up the volume for the both of you so now he likes to brag about your achievements to others as if they are his own because he doesn't think you do enough bragging

He now makes it a mission to involve himself in your business, he makes sure you tell him about your day once you get home and will help you with the laundry now just so he can spend time with you

he loves grandiose measures so he decided that the way he was gonna tell you he liked you was going to be the same

he had cooked your favorite food and had bought wine for you both and even brought out the good plates for it

when you got home you dropped all of your things in the entryway and lowkey cried a little

and he panicked because like TEARS?

but he did end the dinner with a girlfriend so he wasn't complaining

Jisung

He had just recently been getting use to your presence and actually liked it

he didn't care that sometimes you left empty coffee cups at the shared desk you have

he didn't mind that sometimes you walked into the bathroom while he was showering to get ready

and he really didn't mind that you would come into his room to keep him company when he was working on homework

he didn't really ever have a ton of friends who were girls so it was new to one going to living with one and he is glad it happened to be you

he now waits for you to come home and will act like he was just watching tv coincidentally at the same time you come home... everyday..

you and him get coffee every wednesday between your classes and catch up on whatever you haven't talked about in the apartment

and then he will pick you up from your afternoon class and walk home together from class

he knows he really likes you, he is so so so so aware of it, like so painfully aware

he knows it when he will specifically buy the la croix you like (yeah fucking la croix) when he is at the store and he doesn't even drink it

so he tells you the way any logical man would

he sends you a text while you are in your math lecture, did you drop your phone when you read it? yes.

you have your read receipts and when you read the text and didn't respond he almost passed out

and then when you showed up to the cafe on wednesday after you math lecture he almost shit his pants when you sat down and asked if you two were dating now

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i really love when yall send asks because it literally gives me ideas, pls send some more im so damn bored

[eva-knits12]

Meeting Harlan

Trigger warning: twin babies, Ransom Drysdale, multiple sclerosis, chronic illness, fluff

Summary: Harlan meets his great-grandchildren

The diaper bag was all packed with plenty of wipes, plenty of diapers, plenty of books, plenty of toys, and plenty of bottles with your pumped milk. You were sitting in the passenger's seat of the Lexus, peacefully napping. Harlan and Katherine were in their infant seats, peacefully sleeping. To say you were tired lately was an understatement. You were exhausted, and so was Ransom. Taking care of the twins was a 24/7 job, with thankless hours, thankless pay, and the days and nights were long. The twins slept for most of the time, but it seemed that every few hours, they needed a feeding, a change, or they just wanted to be held. You and Ransom couldn't be any happier, though.

Ransom was driving, and you were on your way to see Harlan. He wanted to meet his great grandchildren, and since it was a nice day that wasn't too hot or too cold, it was a nice day. It was Tuesday, and it was getting closer to the spring.

"Marta, go make sure that the door is unlocked," said Harlan.

"Of course, Harlan," said Marta.

Marta unlocked the front door, and went into the kitchen to pull out the crudites, and she got out the charcuterie board. She got out some glasses, and made sure to have bottles of water in the fridge. She started the coffee, and checked the fridge to make sure that the cold cuts and the cheese was okay. She wasn't ready to set them out yet, so she set the bread out, and set out some plates.

Eventually, you and Ransom arrive at Harlan's house. He knocks, and Harlan opens the door.

Ransom brings in the Harlan and Katherine, and then he unloads you from the car, and puts you in your wheelchair. You get some exercise with the walker and the cane by getting up and walking around every once in a while. This is just easier.

"Oh, look at the twins. They are adorable!" says Harlan.

Harlan and Katherine are in their nice, warm sleepers, and are still peacefully sleeping in their infant seats. Ransom wheels you into the house, and takes you to the living room.

You, Harlan, and Marta talk while Ransom brings in the twins. Ransom also has the diaper bag on his shoulder. Ransom takes off his camel coat to reveal that he is wearing his aran sweater, along with his pinstripe pants with his favorite loafers. You were wearing jeans and Ransom's old Harvard sweatshirt that he just can't get rid of. It's the only things you could find that haven't been spit up on. It seems that every other day, you and Ransom are doing laundry, and it feels like you just can't have enough clean clothes. Of course, the dogs did try to jump on Ransom, like they always do. Ransom has made it clear that he doesn't like dogs. He was also iffy about bringing the twins in, not knowing if they are allergic to pet dander. Marta and the maid Lois made it a point to make sure that every surface was vacuumed and that every surface was clean.

"Harlan, this is amazing, thank you." you say.

"Anything for the mother of my great grandchildren", says Harlan.

Ransom was apprehensive, to say the least. The last time he had you over, the rest of the family pulled their usual stunts. After that, Harlan refused to have them over, but you and Ransom often came over every Sunday to make a day out of it. This is the first day in a while that you have been over to Harlan's. Ransom felt it wouldn't be good idea to drive out to rural MA to Harlan's house with a pregnant wife who also had multiple sclerosis. So, Marta often drove over to you and Ransom's house.

"Are those the twins? They're so cute!" says Marta, who is looking at the twins in their infant seats.

After a while, Ransom brings the twins in, and gives them both to Harlan. Harlan holds the twins in both of his arms, and you take a picture. It's a nice moment between Harlan and the twins.

The one in the green sleeper is Harlan and the one in the pink sleeper with a matching headband is Katherine. Clever daddy. After a while, the twins cry, and Ransom goes to the diaper bag, fetches two bottles and Ransom and Harlan bottle feed the twins. You've fallen asleep again.

After a while, you wake up.

"What happened, Marta? Where are the twins?" you ask, with worry in your voice.

"The twins are fine. Ransom and Harlan are bottle feeding them right now," says Marta.

"Why didn't you wake me?" you ask.

"Look, you're a new mother. You're still tired, and still adjusting to their schedule," says Marta.

"That's true," you say.

Marta brings out the charcuterie board, and you help yourself to some fruit, crackers, and some cheese. Eventually, Marta brings out the bread, the cold cuts, mustard, and mayo. She also lays out some chips, and gets some bottles of water.

"Ransom, Harlan, I've laid out the cold cuts for lunch," says Marta.

"Thanks, Marta," says Ransom.

Ransom prepares you a sandwich, and then prepares himself a sandwich. He grabs a bottle of water for you, then a bottle of water for himself. Harlan prepares his sandwich, and grabs his water.

You, Harlan, Ransom, and Marta all talk while having your lunch. Today, you're lucky that you remembered to shower and brush your teeth.

Ransom and you check on the twins, who are in need of a change. You and Ransom take the twins to another area of the house, and change their diapers.

"Oh, look at them, Ransom. I never thought our two tiny babies would bring everyone so much love," you say.

Ransom kisses you lovingly, and he agrees.

"Harlan adores them. I never thought that I'd be a dad. I never thought I'd fall in love with someone enough to want to marry her. You changed that. You're so perfect to me, multiple sclerosis and all. I love you so much," says Ransom.

"I love you, too Ransom," you say, with tears in your eyes. Ransom meant every word of it, and you meant every word of it, too.

Eventually, it's time to leave. Ransom loads you in the car first, and loads your wheelchair in, and he loads the twins in. He drives you all home, with you and the twins peacefully napping in the car.

Ransom arrives home, and gets the twins inside. Harlan and Katherine are now in their cribs, sleeping peacefully. Ransom carries you back into the house bridal style, and places you in bed, and pulls the covers over you. Ransom falls asleep next to you. Eventually, Harlan and Katherine interrupt the peacefulness and the coziness with their hungry cries. Ransom gets two bottles of your pumped milk. Then, you both burp the twins. An hour later, they'll need a change. Just like clockwork, the twins cry again, indicating that they need a change.

Ransom decides to order Chinese for dinner, because that will make it easier for the both of you. Ransom goes to pick up the order, and he brings it back. He ordered the almond boneless chicken with the sweet and sour chicken with egg rolls.

"Ransom, thank you so much. I love you, my sweet boy. You do so much for us, you're one amazing husband," you say. Ransom's lips crash onto yours again.

You and Ransom enjoy your dinner, and you check on Harlan and Katherine, who are now sleeping in their cribs. The love that was in the Drysdale household was the best thing ever. Harlan and Katherine were the most amazing babies that you both knew. Ransom was the best husband that you ever knew.

[inatelier]

taged by super cool @qospodar-prstenova so i am totally doing this

rules: pick a song for every letter of your url and tag that many people

i - ivo pogorelich - frederic chopin; 24 preludes

n - neil young - tell me why - live at royce hal '71

a - asap rocky - black tux white colar

t - terry riley - shri camel live at holland festival '77

e - earl sweatshirt - that new album w alchemist?? its goodd

l - lcd sounsystem - new york i love you

i - inxs - mystify

e - don't really know artists on e; even earl was a stretch

r - rod steward - young turks!!

i tag all the porn blogs that follow me

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What I wore in a week - 19-23 February 2024

Monday

Monday was an usual Monday, things were quite slow, everyone was still nostalgic about how good the weekend was. I was not in the mood for anything special either, so I wore this laid-back outfit to office. I felt really cool in it. The navy blazer and the striped soft viscose jumper are new additions to my wardrobe, so I really wanted to wear them. Also, I felt really comfortable and confident in this outfit. Although the boots are not what I would choose for office days, but sometimes its great to wear something that you would think is not appropriate.

Tuesday

Tuesday was much more busier thank Monday, I had a lot of meetings, trainings to do, so I decided to wear something more professional than on Monday. I also decided to wear basic colors black, grey and white, I only played with a striped blouse, which I think really provided the interest in the outfit. I paired it with an elegant black pair of pants and a slightly oversized grey blazer.

Wednesday

Wednesday was busy as well, needed to do a client pitch so I wanted to choose an outfit in which I feel comfortable and confident yet look professional, therefore I opted for my favorite pleated skirt which has a beautiful golden color and paired it with a collared viscose cardigan - wore it as a blouse and put a camel waistcoat on it. I wore it with a golden watch and jewelry, although I took this picture in a rush so they are missing from the picture.

Thursday

On Thursday there was a dinner after work, as I did not want to go home to get changed, I decided to wear this outfit for daytime as well. I decided to pair a high waist black satin skirt with a flowy navy satin blouse and wore pearl necklace and earrings. I also wore a sparkly jacket so that the outfit would be festive.

Friday

My favorite day of the week. I was really tired, so decided to work from home that day, but decided to wear something more decent than sweatshirt and sweatpants. I wanted to remain comfortable, so decided to wear the same pants from Tuesday with the same belt, but I wore a white T-shirt with a viscose soft jumper on top. I love how the white T-shirt neck and white sneakers pull this outfit together.

Leave me comment if you would like to!

[ash-writes-stories]

NEW CHAPTER

“You know Sins of Lucia. You know Adrián Serrano. ” Gabrielle said with an awestruck shake of her head.

Sloane hoped she effectively hid the shudder that ran through her body at the mention of his name. She slid the photo away from her, she couldn’t look at it any longer. It was too late though, the image had been marked on her brain for years, it’d been one of her favorites. It was Jayden, the lead singer of Sins of Lucia that’d captured them that day. Always insistent that they should capture these times, that they’d want to look back at them someday. Sloane, her body lying against his in the booth of that cheap diner, attempting to cover her face with her sweatshirt. Wiley smiling through cheeks stuffed with pancakes. Leo, looking too much like his brother as he gave the camera a blank face in rebellion.

“I knew him,” She corrected, clearing her throat. “We were kids. What does it matter?”

Gabrielle looked at her, disbelief and confusion on her face, “‘What’s it matter?’ His solo release is all anyone can talk about.”

“So I’ve heard,” Sloane replied, sipping the Matcha latte that was much less bitter than her tone.

Gabrielle intertwined her fingers, leaning over Sloane’s desk. “He won’t grant anyone an interview. Salisha’s been trying to get her team on this for months. Do you know how massive it would be for Gabby and Gildstone to get an exclusive like this?”

Sloane sat quietly, taking a deep breath to steady herself before she asked the question she already knew the answer to. “Why are you here Gabby?”

“You two seemed pretty close here…” She led, her finger drifting over the photo.

“No,” Sloane said with a fierceness she’d never used with her boss. “I know what you’re asking, and the answer is ‘no.”

But the truth is, Gabrielle Jeong didn’t know what she was asking. Didn’t know what it was costing Sloane to even engage in the conversation. To sit in a room with him after all of these years…

She stood up sharply. Gabrielle, sensing she was close to crossing a line, did the same. “Just think about it okay? Let me know in the morning.”

Sloane nodded, stepping around her desk. “I’m gonna take a ten.”

She rushed out of the office before Gabrielle could reply, stepping into the elevator and hitting the button marked for the rooftop. The air hit her immediately as the doors opened. She took a few deep breaths, relieved to be out of the enclosed space that was her office. She looked around, there were a few stragglers in the makeshift staff space that was utilized by most of the building; Some scrolling through their phones, others talking quietly amongst herself. She found what she was looking for in the guy in the corner, leaned over the railing - smoke flowing out of his open mouth.

“Hey,” She said, walking over. “I just ran out. Could I..?” She asked, motioning to the cigarette, he shook his head, before offering her one of his Camel menthols. She gave him a small smile of gratitude. He lit the cigarette, and Sloane took a long inhale of the first cigarette she’d had in years.

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3 Jean Styles to Pair with Autumn Fashion Trends

Fall and fashion go together like warm matcha lattes and slow, rainy mornings. The changing weather gives us the perfect excuse to update our closets—just in time to make room for those fashion week and back-to-school season trends—and that golden fall sunlight makes every photo look like a glossy editorial fashion spread.

While fall trends might vary slightly from year to year, one beloved item is always in vogue for fall: denim. Are you ready to elevate your fall fits with a touch of denim? Here’s how to style three of this year’s fall trends with the perfect jeans.

Stay Cozy—Get Crafty

Cable knit sweaters, cashmere cardigans, loose-knit shawls: if you’ve fallen head over heels for knitwear, you’re in good company. As more and more fashion girlies and influencers take up crocheting as a hobby and creative outlet, we can expect to see a major knitwear resurgence this fall.

Whether you’re attempting to DIY your next fall cardigan or recently found your dream chunky sweater at a vintage flea market, the right jeans are key to styling this cozy fall trend. For a visually balanced outfit, contrast your cozy sweater with rigid denim. Opt for light wash, wide-leg rigid jeans to give your outfit a relaxed vibe, or elevate your cozy attire with dark wash rigid jeans. Whichever style of rigid denim you choose, the contrast between soft and structured will add a chic spin to this classic fall trend.

Show Off Those Shoes

As our sandals head south for the winter—or at least migrate to the back of our closets—it’s time to embrace fall footwear trends! Expect slingback heels, kitten mules, and everyday loafers to have a major moment during early autumn, with a shift to heeled booties and slim sneakers as late autumn ushers in wet weather.

For denim that highlights your stylish footwear, opt for flare low rise jeans or wide-leg cropped styles. The dramatic hemline of flares is perfect for elevated shoes, whereas cropped styles are great for showing off stylish flats and sleek sneakers.

Look Lovely in Layers 

The perfect outfit is all about balance, from styling pleated trousers with chunky dad sneakers and a baby tee to elevating a crewneck sweatshirt with a tennis skirt and sleek jewelry. The same goes for seasonal trends. Since fall fashion is heavily influenced by finding a way to navigate the changing weather, layers are a fashionable—and necessary—trend.

If you’re a lover of ‘90s fashion, the quiet luxury aesthetic, or East Coast streetwear, you’re in luck. The autumn/winter ‘24 runways were teeming with chic trench coats. From belted camel color coats to buttoned burgundy styles, this sleek outer layer is elegant, practical, and a fall fashion staple. For a casual day-to-day look, balance the structured silhouette of your favorite floor-length coat with skinny jeans. A great-fitting pair of tummy control jeans can add balance to your eye-catching outer layer.

Take your fall fits to the next level with skinny, rigid, wide-leg, and flare styles.

About YMI Jeans

Now that we’ve soaked up every second of New York Fashion Week, examined every page of those highly anticipated September magazine issues, and curated our fall mood boards, it's time to refresh our closets with chic staples and fresh trends. To nail this fall’s trends and give your style a seasonal refresh, turn to YMI Jeans, an it-girl denim brand based in the heart of Los Angeles. By blending runway-worthy trends with sleek streetwear staples, YMI Jeans has the denim fashion you need to curate the fall fits of your dreams. Feel effortlessly cool in plus size stretchy jeans, or turn heads in a pair of junior cargo pants on crisp fall mornings. Wherever your fall fashion journey takes you, YMI Jeans has fashionable pieces to suit your seasonal aesthetic. 

Find denim staples for your favorite fall fashion trends at https://ymijeans.com/

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L.S. Dunes' festival run kicks off with Riot Fest next Saturday 21/09/2024 - tickets here

very excited to see these boys play shows again 💛

(video via L.S. Dunes IG story)

[tremendousdazenightmare-blog]

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Essential Autumn Styles: Stay Cozy and Stylish in the UK’s Unpredictable Weather

Autumn in the UK is always a mix of surprises—one minute you're soaking in the crisp air and the vibrant fall colors, and the next, you're caught in a sudden downpour. But that unpredictability is part of the charm, especially when you're ready for whatever the weather throws your way. Whether you're gearing up for a hike, a run, or just a quick shopping trip, having the right gear is key to staying both comfortable and stylish.

For those days when you want to keep active yet maintain a relaxed vibe, consider the Rela Rela 's Sweatshirt And Shorts Co-Ord in Grey. This set is ideal for outdoor activities, whether you're heading out for a jog or enjoying a brisk walk through the park. The soft fabric and relaxed fit make it perfect for layering, which is essential in the UK's ever-fluctuating autumn weather. The light grey shade serves as a versatile neutral that pairs easily with your existing workout wardrobe. However, if you’re after something more striking, the Sweatshirt And Shorts Co-Ord in Black offers a sleek, modern alternative. With five other colours to choose from, this set allows you to vary your look while maintaining comfort and functionality.

Images of these co-ords show off a simple yet effective design. The grey version provides a soft, approachable look, making it ideal for early morning runs or casual outings. Meanwhile, the black set offers a more polished aesthetic, perfect for those who like their athletic wear to also serve as streetwear. Both options feature a crew neck sweatshirt with a slightly oversized fit and matching shorts with a comfortable waistband, making them versatile enough for a range of outdoor activities.

When it comes to staying warm during hikes or on those cooler, windier days, a reliable outer layer is crucial. The Teddy Fleece Funnel Neck Half Zip Outerwear Winter Jacket in Camel is an excellent option for keeping the chill at bay. This jacket isn’t just practical; it also adds a touch of cosy luxury to your autumn wardrobe. The camel color is a warm, earthy tone that blends beautifully with the autumn scenery, making it a great choice for a countryside walk or a day of shopping.

For those who prefer a more classic look, the Teddy Fleece Funnel Neck Half Zip Outerwear Winter Jacket in Black offers a stylish, versatile alternative that can easily transition from day to night. And if you’re in the mood for something softer and more playful, the pink version brings a pop of color to those dreary, overcast days.

Images of these jackets emphasize their plush texture and relaxed fit, crucial for staying comfortable as the temperature drops. The high funnel neck and half zip design not only add warmth but also allow for easy adjustments based on the wind or chill. These jackets are thoughtfully designed with both style and functionality in mind, making them perfect for anyone who wants to stay warm without sacrificing their fashion sense.

Whether you're jogging in the park, hiking up a hill, or simply enjoying a day out, these pieces combine comfort, style, and practicality—ideal for the unpredictable British autumn.

By adding these essentials to your wardrobe, you can embrace the season fully, no matter what the weather has in store!

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The Legacy of Céline: A Fashion Powerhouse

Céline, a name synonymous with effortless elegance, has been a pillar in the fashion industry since its inception in 1945 by Céline Vipiana. Originally a made-to-measure children’s shoe business, the brand evolved into a luxury fashion house that is now celebrated globally for its minimalist and modern aesthetic. Over the decades, Céline has undergone various transformations, most notably under the creative direction of Phoebe Philo, who helmed the brand from 2008 to 2018. Her tenure solidified Céline's reputation for producing clothing that is both luxurious and wearable, blending high fashion with everyday practicality.

Under Philo, Céline became known for its clean lines, neutral color palettes, and focus on tailoring. The brand catered to women who appreciated the art of subtlety, preferring sophisticated understatement over ostentation. The Céline woman is confident, modern, and effortlessly chic—a style that continues to influence fashion trends long after Philo’s departure.

The Essence of a Céline Outfit

A Céline outfit is the epitome of minimalistic luxury. Every piece, whether it's a tailored coat, a structured handbag, or a pair of sleek trousers, is designed with meticulous attention to detail. The materials are always of the highest quality, often featuring rich wool, soft cashmere, or supple leather. The color palette is typically muted, with shades of beige, black, navy, and white dominating, although the brand is not afraid to incorporate the occasional bold hue or print.

One of the key features of a Céline outfit is its versatility. These are not clothes that are meant to be worn once and forgotten; they are designed https://celineoutfitusa.shop/ to be staples in a woman’s wardrobe, timeless pieces that can be mixed and matched with ease. This emphasis on wearability, combined with impeccable tailoring, makes Céline a favorite among women who value both style and substance.

Detailed Breakdown of a Céline Outfit

Imagine a classic Céline ensemble that captures the brand's essence—a perfectly tailored camel coat, a white silk blouse, high-waisted black trousers, and a pair of black leather ankle boots. Each piece in this outfit is a testament to Céline's commitment to quality, craftsmanship, and timeless style.

The Camel Coat

The camel coat is a signature piece in Céline’s collections. Made from the finest wool, it drapes beautifully over the body, offering both warmth and elegance. The coat is tailored to perfection, with clean lines that create a streamlined silhouette. The color—a rich, warm camel—is a neutral that complements virtually any outfit, making it an incredibly versatile piece. The coat features minimal embellishments, allowing the quality of the fabric and the precision of the tailoring to take center stage.

The White Silk Blouse

Underneath the coat, the white silk blouse adds a touch of understated luxury. Céline is known for its impeccable shirts, and this blouse is no exception. The silk is lightweight and fluid, with a slight sheen that catches the light. The blouse features a simple, elegant design—a classic collar, buttoned cuffs, and a relaxed fit that is both comfortable and chic. The beauty of this blouse lies in its simplicity; it can be dressed up or down, worn with jeans for a casual look, or paired with a tailored skirt for the office.

The High-Waisted Black Trousers

Céline’s trousers are renowned for their fit and construction, and these high-waisted black trousers are a perfect example. Made from a luxurious wool blend, the trousers have a slight stretch, ensuring comfort without sacrificing style. The high waist elongates the legs, while the tapered fit creates a sleek, modern silhouette. These trousers are the epitome of versatility—they can be worn with a blazer for a business meeting or paired with a casual tee for a more relaxed look.

The Black Leather Ankle Boots

No Céline outfit is complete without a pair of impeccably crafted shoes. The black leather ankle boots in this ensemble are a testament to the brand’s dedication to quality and style. Made from the softest leather, these boots are both comfortable and chic. The design is minimalist, with a pointed toe and a low block heel, making them perfect for all-day wear. The boots add a touch of edge to the otherwise classic outfit, balancing out the femininity of the blouse and trousers.

Accessorizing a Céline Outfit

When it comes to accessories, Céline’s philosophy is less is more. A Céline outfit might be accessorized with a simple leather handbag, such as the iconic Céline Luggage Tote or the sleek Box Bag. Jewelry is kept minimal—perhaps a pair of gold hoop earrings or a delicate necklace. The emphasis is always on quality over quantity; each accessory is chosen carefully to complement the outfit without overpowering it.

The Céline Woman: Style and Confidence

Wearing a Céline outfit is about more than just fashion; it’s about embodying a certain lifestyle. The Céline woman is confident, intelligent, and discerning. She doesn’t follow trends blindly but instead chooses pieces that reflect her personal style and values. She appreciates the finer things in life but isn’t ostentatious about it. For her, luxury is about quality, craftsmanship, and timelessness.

Conclusion: The Timeless Appeal of Céline

A Céline outfit is an investment in style, quality, and confidence. Each piece is designed to stand the test of time, both in terms of durability and style. Whether it’s a tailored coat, a pair of perfectly fitting trousers, or a minimalist handbag, Céline’s designs are meant to be worn and loved for years. In a world where fashion can often feel fleeting and disposable, Céline offers something different—a sense of permanence, a commitment to quality, and a belief in the power of simplicity.

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