#oversized flannel shirt for hiking

[sophiajone25301]

A Detailed Study On How Good Are Flannel Shirts For Hiking

If you flip through an outdoorsy magazine, you might think that a flannel shirt is synonymous with hiking as they are often filled with images of strong.

[righoul]

Oh Honey, I'm the Big, Bad Wolf / Wolverine x Reader (18+ only)

Pairing: Logan (Wolverine) x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, smut, 18+, rough sex, creampie, missionary position, doggy style, roleplay, biting, ass grabbing

Word count: 2.3k

Synopsis: I wanted to try and write a Wolverine x Reader, but would it sound hot if Logan poses as the Big, Bad Wolf? Anyways, enjoy 😊

You have been trekking these snowy mountains for so long you have lost track of time. The sun was starting to set, and it would be dark very soon if you don’t find shelter. These Canadian mountains aren’t too kind to those who don’t know their way, and the winter is just as harsh at night.

“Damn it.” You whined. “I don’t have enough time.”

“Ya lost out here, Red?”

You gasped as you heard a deep voice rumbled behind you. You turned around to see a man that is wearing only jeans, a wife beater, a flannel shirt, and a pair of boots. You took in his features. He’s tall and very broad around the shoulders. His hair is a dark brown, kind of shaggy looking but it’s well kept. He also had some unusual facial hair, something that you would see in a Civil War photograph. But what really strike you was his hazel eyes. He is very intimidating, but you thought of him to be handsome. At first, you were confused at the nickname that he gave you but then you remembered, you were wearing your maroon velvet trench coat.

“God, you scared me!” You gasped.

He let out a chuckle, “Sorry about that, darlin’. Why are ya out here all by yourself? It’s about to get dark.”

“I know. I was trying to find my relative’s home, but I seem to lose my way.”

The stranger looked around us and stared back at you. He rose an eyebrow at you.

“There’s not a single house around these parts beside mine.”

You crossed your arms at your chest. You straightened your back and you felt like you grew at least a few inches. “As you can see, I’m not from here.”

“I can tell, sweetheart.”

You wanted to sneer at him, but you didn’t have a whole lot of time out here. Winters are brutal in Canada.

“Can I at least get some shelter, please? I’ll be out of your hair before you know it.”

“Alright, follow me.”

~ ❆ ~ ❆ ~ ❆ ~ ❆ ~

After hiking through the snow, the sun just now made it to sundown, and you arrived at the stranger’s home. Your mother always warned you about going into stranger’s houses since you were a child. Ever since you’ve been going to do errands and making trips to your grandmother’s house. But this is the one exception that you can make. The stranger unlocked his door to his cabin and opened the door wide open.

“Ladies first.” He smirked.

You wanted to smack that stupid look on his face so badly just for being a cocky bastard and you also wanted to kick yourself for letting his charms get to you. You were feeling like a schoolgirl around this man, for God’s sake!

“Thank you. You have a lovely home here.”

You peeled off your trench coat and hung it on a coat rack by the door. You rubbed your arms, trying to gain some warmth. You were wearing an oversized sweater that had a v shaped on the back and the front, and it was coming off both your shoulders. The stranger was trying not to peek at your front since he can about see your cleavage. You took noticed at it, so you rest your arms at your chest.

He cleared his throat and asked, “Ya hungry?”

“Yes, I’m starving!” You beamed.

You followed him to the kitchen, and as if on cue, the soup that was sitting on the stove was ready. He fixed up both of your bowls and placed it on the table. You sat across from him and dug into your nice, warm meal. The stranger took in your features. He had to admit, you were very pretty. You had curves in all the right places and the way that you placed your hair on one side gave him a bird’s eye view of your impeccable neck. He licked his lips just thinking about placing bruises and love bites on that neck and other places as well. His pants were starting to feel too tight for his liking, but he had to take his time with her.

“I never got to know your name.” You spoke after a moment of silence.

“Logan. The name’s Logan.” He gruffed.

“Logan.” You mumbled to yourself.

He liked his name being rolled off your tongue. Almost as if it was second nature to you. He could feel his bulge pressing hard against his denim jeans and it was killing him. Not yet, he thought to himself. You leaned down to eat the last bit of your meal. As you did, Logan timed it perfectly to see the tops of your breast, noticing that you were not wearing a bra. If he keeps this up, he might explode. Just a little longer. If even though he doesn’t know it, you couldn’t help but lifted your eyes up as you saw Logan getting front row tickets to see over your sweater front. You slowly got up as you both finished your bowls.

“I’ll go ahead and do the dishes.”

“Wait. You’re a guest, I should do it. Make yourself at home.”

“It’s the least I can do.”

You walked over to the sink and began cleaning. Logan followed you. He grabbed your waist and turned you around to look at him. You let out an audible gasp, but Logan for once ignored the tightness of his jeans. You start to feel the wetness between your legs, and you were sure Logan got a whiff of it. He cocked his smile, showing his canines. He knew he had you in his traps.

“I don’t know what game you’re playin’ here, but I’m starting to lose patience.” He grumbled.

You raised your eyebrow at him and sneered, “I caught you twice looking at my breast and I’m the one playing games?”

Logan grabbed your face and leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours.

“Y’know, that mouth of yours is gonna get ya a whole lot of trouble if ya keep that up.”

Now, you were testing him. By not pushing this guy’s buttons too much, you apologized like a scolded child.

“Atta girl.”

Logan let go of your cheeks and you couldn’t help but rubbed your face from how hard he was holding it. You peered up at him through your lustful lashes. You decided not to fuel the fire and walked past him as you were about to grab your coat.

“Thanks for the meal, but I should get g—.”

As you turned to face your host, he slammed his hand on the door right next to your head. You were surprised by the action, and you looked up at him.

“The weather is still bad out there, sweetheart.” Logan said, barely above a whisper.

“I’ll take my chances.” You challenged.

Logan leaned towards your face and was staring straight to your soul.

“I never noticed how dark your eyes got till since now.” I whimpered.

“Maybe ya were starting to piss me off with your stubbornness.”

You tried to swallow down your fears, but Logan knows you were not hiding it very well. God, why did he have to sound so hot?

“And your hands are so big.”

“All the more to grab on.”

Logan took his other hand and gave your ass a good slap following with a firm squeeze. You let out a moaning gasp and before you realized it, you covered your mouth hoping he didn’t hear it. Oh, he heard it alright. And how it sounded like music to him. He wanted to hear more from you. He was starting to enjoy toying with his little plaything. Logan leaned down, breathing into your neck.

“God, I could do so much to ya right now. Ya couldn’t even imagine.”

For once, you were at a loss of words. Logan took noticed of it and peer up at you.

“Cat got your tongue, doll?”

“Please.” You whispered.

“Please, what?” Logan taunting you.

To kiss you already? Take you here in front of the fireplace? Let you go? Your head was spinning. You didn’t know what you want. Logan was focusing back to the area where your shoulder was meeting your neck and was placing small pecks. Your knees were starting to grow weak, and you were breathing heavy. He then began to lightly scrap your neck with his teeth, but his sharp canines got the best of him.

“What sharp teeth you have.” You moaned.

You could feel Logan’s lips curled into a smile as he is nibbling your neck like he was savoring it.

“So, I could claim ya.”

Within milliseconds, Logan lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist so you wouldn’t fall. He placed both his hands on your ass to help support you. He was now making long strides to his bedroom. Both lips were fighting for dominance, teeth scraping against one another, and your hands found its way to help loosen his belt buckle. You were starting to get frustrated, but you were determined. Logan chuckled against your lips, but he had a mission to carry on. You managed to unbuckle his belt as you both finally made it to his room, and he gently tossed you to the bed, causing you to bounce a few times. You peered at him seductively as he was tearing off his flannel and wife beater off, without breaking eye contact. You peeled off your leggings, only leaving you in your revealing sweater and black panties.

Logan’s eyes grown darker as he saw the show in front of him, in his bed, looking delicious as ever. He was starting to look like a starved man, and he couldn’t wait to take a bite out of you. He crawled towards you, placing slow kisses from your ankles to either side of your hips to your neck. To hold his weight, he placed both hands on either side of your head, caging you in. He leaned down to kiss you again, but you were refusing to let him in. He took noticed of this, so he slipped his hand underneath your sweater giving your breast a nice squeeze. You let out a moan, but before you close your mouth, Logan slipped his tongue inside, winning his dominance against you. Logan grew impatient and tore your sweater over your head and threw it somewhere in his room. You unbuttoned his pants and helped slid it off him as he did the rest and kicked it off him. Logan tore off your panties, leaving only your naked bodies pressing together. Logan let go of the kiss, leaving only a trail of saliva.

“Ya sure about this, darlin’? If I hurt ya, please tap me on the shoulder three times.”

“Please, fuck me.”

Logan cocked his eyebrow and gave you a smirk. That was all he needed to hear. He spat in his hand and gave his cock a few pumps before inserting it inside of you. He was pushing it all the way until he reached at the hilt. You grabbed onto both his shoulder as he was making fast pumps into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, encouraging him to go deeper. He was fucking you hard and fast.

“Oh fuck, just like that.” You screamed.

“Ya taking me so well. Ya like it when I go rough on ya, huh?”

“Yes! F-fuck you feel so good!”

“Turn around for me, baby.”

You did as you were told and got on your hands and knees for him. Logan liked how obedient you were to him when it came down to sex. He’ll have to keep that in mind. Logan reentered himself inside your tight pussy and began pounding into you. Logan leaned down to your ear and started whispering dirty things to you. You were starting to see stars around you. He was basically fucking you stupid.

“Tell me what ya want, I’ll give it to ya.”

“P-p-please Logan! Cum in me!”

Logan couldn’t help but smile to himself. He loved hearing his name coming out of your mouth.

“Say my name again.”

“L-Logan! I’m about to c-c-cum!”

“Hold on. I’m right behind ya.”

Logan took his fingers and started rubbing circles on your clit. He knew you weren’t kidding when he could feel you clinching around his cock. His thrusts were starting to stutter, and his rhythm was out of sync.

“LOGAN!” You moaned out his name one last time before he began to roar into the sky as you climaxed. He thrust a few more times as he came inside your pussy. His thrusts began to slow, riding out his high. Both of you fell into the bed, coming down from your euphorias.

Logan got up to go to the bathroom to grab a wet rag. As he came back, he wiped you down first and then himself. He tossed the wet rag into the hamper and joined you in his bed. Logan pulled you to his chest and rubbed circles on your back.

“Y’know, I used to think that this whole roleplaying shit was gonna be a waste of my time, but damn was I wrong?” Logan chuckled.

You propped yourself up and gave his shoulder a little push, knowing it wouldn’t move him much.

“You see, I told you we need to spice up our relationship every once in a while.”

“God, I love ya.”

“And I love you, too, baby.”

You leaned towards Logan to kiss him a good night, but Logan had other plans. Before you could turn your back on him, Logan placed his hand firm on your chest to lay you still.

“This big, bad wolf could go for round two. If you’re up for it.”

[dokeythings]

| he’s the one | (dokyeom)

"are you sure i look okay?" dokyeom asks, tugging at his shirt for the hundredth time as he repositions himself in front of the mirror one last time before you both head out the door. "i feel like my boobs are out" he says nonchalantly, seeing nothing wrong with his statement.

you laugh out loud at his absurd comment, shaking your head at his distress. "you're fine, baby. you look perfect" you say, leaving a light kiss on his forehead to calm the nerves that you know are swimming around in there. "now come on, lets head out" you say with a smile, hoping you actually make it out the door this time.

he takes one last long look in the mirror. he's wearing baggy jeans, paired with a very loose white tank top underneath an oversized flannel, leaving his chest exposed. he insisted that his hair was messy today and it wouldn't comply, so he topped it all off with a yankees baseball cap. since you know him so well, you know it's probably going to come back off sooner or later. he looks absolutely handsome as usual, and you know that his outfit isn't the real reason why he's so antsy. you're meeting up at an outdoor brewery with some of your friends. despite having been dating for a while, dokyeom hasn't met most of your friends because they live a bit further away. one of the people coming today has been your best friend since you were 5. he's a family friend that has been through all of your ups and downs, and you have been waiting for him to meet your boyfriend for what feels like forever now. you have a strong feeling they are going to hit it off. however, dokyeom finds himself extremely nervous and on edge today. he doesn't want to mess this up. he wants nothing more than for your friends to love him like you do. he's feeling shy and awkward, trying to remind himself that it will be okay. 

once you're in the car he sits silently and watches out the window. you wish he wasn't so nervous, as you know your friends couldn't dislike him even if they tried. you hope you didn't somehow put any pressure on him from all your stories about your best friends, and how much they mean to you. that was never your intention. once everyone has a few beers in them, you think it will go swimmingly. a little liquid courage never hurt, right?

once you pull in to the brewery and park, you notice that it's super busy here today. you have a little bit of a hike up from the parking spot to the tables outside. 

"ready?" you ask him, turning to face him with a smile.

"mhmm" he hums, smiling back apprehensively.

you know that typically addressing his nerves only makes it worse, so you try not to talk about it on the way up. you can see his shy, reserved personality on display today. you hope to make him feel more comfortable.

with it being the middle of november, there's a chill in the air that can be unforgiving at times. you notice dokyeom shake a little from the breeze, wrapping his arms around himself. 

"i tried to tell you that you would be cold" you tease, reminiscing on how you told him a billion times to wear something heavier. 

he doesn't verbally reply, just gives you a 'yeah yeah' kind of face back, shaking his head jokingly. you frown at his quietness, and think you might have to break your rule about not talking about it. you stop him from walking for a moment just before you hit the entrance. you stand in front of him and slide your arms under his flannel, wrapping them around his fit waist. in part this is to give him some warmth, and in part to cheer him up. he smiles down at you as he tightens the hug and rests his chin on top of your head momentarily. you look up at him and say, 

"please just be yourself. that's all you need to do" with a encouraging smile. 

"i will try. i promise" he replies back, kissing the top of your head before he lets go and you both walk through the fenced entrance. 

your eyes scan through the crowds of people scattered throughout the lawn, trying to spot your friends. eventually you make eye contact with somebody waving back at you, and before you know it you are practically running over to him. it's been way too long since you've seen him, since you've seen them all actually. 

"ryan!!!" you exclaim, meeting him and throwing your arms around him. 

"little dude!" he exclaims, using his nickname for you. "its been way too long". you pull out of the hug and greet your other two friends in the same manner, having missed them a lot. 

ryan brought along his boyfriend today, which made dokyeom feel a little more comfortable when you told him that he wasn't the only significant other coming. you've only met ryan's boyfriend a couple of times, but he's a lovely guy and you're so happy ryan found him. you back up a bit to move next to your boyfriend, who has been awkwardly standing behind you during all the greetings, politely smiling and waiting for his turn.

"guys, this is dokyeom. dokyeom, this is ryan, johnny,  kimberly, and mia" you say, pointing them out accordingly. 

"hi, it's so nice to finally meet you guys" dokyeom smiles, extending his hand and greeting them all. as they exchange niceties for a second, mia pulls you aside and says quietly in your ear,

"holy shit y/n, he's fucking gorgeous. pictures of him did not prepare me for this" she says excitedly, making you chuckle. 

"trust me, i know. don't be trying to steal my man now" you joke, pushing her shoulder lightly and making her laugh.

"i don't know about you guys but i think we should just cut to the drinks right away" ryan says while clapping his hands together. everybody agrees in a chorus of "yes" 's. ryan says the guys will go get them for everybody. 

"what do you want, love?" dokyeom asks, getting your attention as he places his hand on the small of your back.

you tell him what you'd like, and then step closer to him for a moment so the girls don't hear you talk as to not embarrass him. 

"you doing okay?" you ask gently, placing your hand on his chest. he reaches up and puts his hand over yours. 

"yeah, i'm okay baby" he assures you with a sweet smile. you kiss his cheek before he heads inside with the guys. 

when you turn around you are met with kimberly and mia giggling at you with stupid grins on their faces.

"he calls you love" they gush in unison, aweing at the interaction they just witnessed.

"okay you guys promised you wouldn't fall in love with him" you say, crossing your arms playfully. they both shrug innocently, still in a fit of giggles. 

you see the guys coming back with the drinks, a smile plastered on your face when you see dokyeom laughing along to something johnny said. you feel so much better now that he's loosened up a little. he hands the drink to you, to which you hum a "thank you babe". you all find a little fire pit to sit around, where cute tree stump stools and benches are laid out. you sit next to dokyeom on a bench, feeling the much needed warmth from the fire. he sits sideways a little, allowing you to lean into his chest. he wraps an arm around you, bringing it up to his face every now and then to take a sip of his drink. he keeps the other hand resting on your thigh. you love belonging to him. you catch eyes with ryan who's been watching you closely. he smiles at you happily. he has always been ecstatic that you met dokyeom. he knows how happy you are with him, and he's so glad he gets to see it in person now. everybody starts conversing, just catching up on all things life, as well as interrogating dokyeom. they are doing it nicely, of course, but you still warned them not to do it. of course they didn't listen. dokyeom doesn't seem to mind though, and he answers all their questions like a good sport. 

you find yourself shivering as a cloud rolls over the sun. 

"look who's cold now" you hear your boyfriend mock from behind you, a smile hidden in his teasing tone.

"whatever" you tease, looking up at him momentarily. he makes an effort to pull you closer into him, trying to give you as much of his body warmth as possible even though he's cold himself. he reaches up and takes off his hat, as you predicted would happen eventually even after all the fuss over his "bad hair day". you watch him as he shakes it out and runs his fingers through the strands. it falls perfectly. you're not surprised. his bare face is tanned and beautifully sculpted, all his features being highlighted by the shining sun peaking out from the clouds. he notices you watching.

"does it look okay?" he asks curiously, hoping the answer is yes.

you nod, reaching your hand up to mess with it briefly as well. 

you hear the famous giggles again, and turn your head to notice your friends reaction to his hair. 

"are they okay?" he asks quietly so they don't hear, raising an eyebrow at their antics. 

"oh yeah, they're more than fine. they just think you're incredibly hot" you say, chuckling to yourself at their harmless fun. 

"oh" he says sheepishly, his cheeks turning red hot. you find it adorable. you smile at his shyness now that he feels the attention on him. 

everybody finishes up their drinks, opting that its time for another round. this time the girls offer to go inside and get them, leaving the boys by the fire to talk. you guys get sidetracked inside, hanging around to take in the heat they have blaring. when you make it back outside you find the three of them deep in conversation. dokyeom is talking a lot, clearly opening up. mia says we should hang around at a nearby table and let them talk, after we quickly drop off their drinks.

"you seem really, really happy with him y/n" kimberly says once you're all settled at the table. 

"i am. seriously i didn't even know this was possible" you reply, referring to the love you've found with him.

"ahhh!" she exclaims. "i'm so happy for you" she says as they bring you in for a group hug. 

as some more time passes, you look over by the fire and meet dokyeom's eyes. he smiles brightly at you, giving you butterflies as he sends you a slight nod as to say hello. you quickly pull out your phone and type out a text, sending it to him right away. you gesture for him to check his phone, to which he sees the text

you look cute 

you watch him as he laughs at the message, blushing at the compliment. he focuses on his phone as he types back,

you look cuter

you smile at the screen as he gets pulled back into conversation. its only a couple minutes later after talking with the girls that you feel a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders from behind. 

"hey pretty" he mumbles into your hair, squeezing you for warmth. 

"hi" you smile up at him.

"i'm going to go to the restroom. i heard theres a long line" he says, pouting. 

"you'll survive" you say teasingly, kissing his pouty lips before he heads inside. 

when you turn your attention back to your friends you realize you must have missed something because they are all smiling at you goofily. 

"what?" you ask, raising your eyebrows.

"he says he's gonna marry you" ryan blurts out, so excited to share the news with you. 

"also i think i'm in love with him" he adds quickly, earning a soft hit on the arm from an offended johnny, which only makes him laugh. 

you smile at what he told you, slipping into a daydream about you walking down the aisle in a pretty white dress, meeting dokyeom at the end of it. 

"if you don't make us bridesmaids i swear!!" kimberly squeals, imagining the day too.

"of course you will be!" you answer back, getting giddy at the thought. you try not to get your hopes up, but you believe him. you can't picture doing life with anyone else. 

"what are you guys talking about?" dokyeom asks as he meets up with you all again.

"you and y/n's wedding" mia says giggling, having no filter.

"miaaaa" you whine, burying your face in your hands, extremely embarrassed. 

you can't bear to look up at him as you hear him chuckle fondly at the situation. he gently pulls your hands away from your face and makes you look at him. he holds your hand on the table as he sits down next to you, your knees touching.

"i can't wait" he says with a smirk, sending your cheeks a flaming shade of red and making your heart skip a beat.

[failedintsave]

Bucci Gang HCs Nobody Asked For

Sleep Edition

Bucciarati

Sleeping: sleeps either 2 hours or 12, no in-between; sprawls like a starfish and snores like a chainsaw when he isn't just catnapping; blanket thief, but ends up kicking most of them off the bed; one old, flat pillow; has to set 50 alarms to wake himself, but rouses easily to the sound of his own name

Pajamas: oversized t-shirt and soft shorts (emphasis short) for lounging, but usually strips butt-naked to sleep

Abbacchio

Sleeping: takes 90min on average to actually fall asleep, usually rests 4-6 hours a night, waking multiple times; side/stomach sleeper, doesn't roll more than a few times a night; mostly quiet, sighs a lot when he's deeply asleep; owns multiple weighted blankets; gets up just before sunrise without an alarm every day and is therefore in charge of making coffee

Pajamas: loose tank top and sweatpants

Mista

Sleeping: spends as many nights on the couch as in his own bed; snork mimimimi; dreams vividly and loves to analyze them out loud the following day; always manages to get a cool 7+ hours, even with the Pistols waking him at midnight sharp for a snack; likes a single blanket with no topsheet; wears his hat to bed; very groggy upon waking but generally cheerful in the mornings

Pajamas: socks and boxers most of the year, cartoon-patterned flannel pants in the cold months, no shirt ever

Fugo

Sleeping: keeps his bed pushed in a corner and sleeps with his back to the wall; talks in his sleep, usually muttering about something he read that day (brain won't quit); gets a solid block of 6 uninterrupted hours on most nights, and Do Not Disturb him before then if you value your life; prefers a vintage, twin bell alarm clock over a radio or buzzer

Pajamas: Ebeneezer Scrooge-ass nightshirt

Narancia

Sleeping: can and will pass out anywhere, anytime, for however long he needs (sleep schedule who?); tummy sleeper but often draws his knees under his chest and hikes his butt in the air like little kids do; so much drool; sometimes has night terrors and ends up crawling into bed with Fugo or Mista after; sleeps through alarms and has to be shaken awake more often than not

Pajamas: tee with the sleeves ripped off and gym shorts

Giorno

Sleeping: able to go lights-out as soon as he settles down; sleeps flat on his back, hands folded over his chest, still and quiet all night; has 10+ pillows and lies in them like a nest (also one stuffed frog); rolls and pins his bangs every night; wakes naturally when his room brightens because he keeps his curtains and blinds open for his plants to get sunlight

Pajamas: owns several sets of matched silk pajamas in different pastel shades

Trish

Sleeping: insists on 8 hours of beauty rest and will complain about dark circles and the risk of wrinkles if she doesn't get it; sleeps curled up, hugging a pillow; wears a sleep mask and uses a white noise machine (prefers rain sounds); also wears a mouthguard but only uses it about 50% of the time

Pajamas: either a sports bra and shorts, or whatever comfortable-looking item she's stolen borrowed from 'her boys,' fuzzy bunny slippers

[sableraven]

Lily Character Sheet

Name: Lilian Ammari

Nickname: Lily

Birthday: December 17th

Birth Place: Seattle, Washington

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius ♐️

Gender: cis woman

Pronouns: she/her

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Turkish, German, Malian (identifies as mixed Arab American)

Parents: Talia Ammari and Mourad Nadeem Ammari

Appearance

Eye Color: Hazel

Hair Color: Medium warm brown

Hair Type: Type 3A (a mix of Lorde’s and Zendaya’s)

Skin Tone: Medium tan skin tone with neutral undertones (let’s say she would use 315 foundation from Fenty). Has freckles on her face

Height: 5 ft 3 inches

Weight: 115 lbs

Body Type: Slim pear shaped body

Clothing Style: Settles for comfort over fashion. Would typically wear long sleeve shirts, sweaters, or sweatshirts. Does love a cute design to go with the shirt. Prefer baggy jeans over skinny jeans or regular pants. Could summarize style as a mix of Korean streetwear and causal wear. Loves oversize cardigans, flannels, and jackets

Personality

Personality: Introverted, head in the clouds, polite, careful, outdoorsy, friendly, sensitive

Flaws: Crybaby, standoffish, shuts down easily when overwhelmed, snappy, anxious, lets insecurities control her decisions

Likes: Boy bands, salty snacks, reading (favorite genres are fantasy and YA), watching 80s movies with her parents, hiking/nature trips, Seattle, snow, exploring new places with friends or parents

Dislikes: Rollercoasters, mushy foods, the smell and sight of blood, extravagant outfits, wearing revealing clothing

Fears: Thunder and lightning, Claustrophobic

Quirks: Heavy sleeper, plays with hair when nervous or bored, hums a lot, sleeps with stuffed animals.

Fanfics Lily appears in

Fallen Petals

Four Weeks (same universe as Fallen Petals)

planting pomegranate seeds to grow (alternate universe, basically a hades/persephone iteration)

***all the images of Lily were made from picrews. i didn’t draw them

[mizufae]

Dream Stranger Things S5 look highlights (please make fanart I beg of you):

Steve with a thick mid-80s mustache, but otherwise channeling Tony from Who’s the Boss with soft sweaters and belted jeans, peak dad despite being 20.

Robin goes full Duckie from Pretty in Pink with fun hats, bolo ties, oversized blazers with cuffed sleeves, and those little round shades, so we can finally get Duckie and Andie together they’re just lesbians named Robin and Vickie.

Mike gets a climactic hair cutting drama scene so for the rest of the season he has an absolute mess on his head. Also he’s got a grandpa sweater again, with red and yellow colorwork, with a blue plaid flannel underneath, acid wash jeans that don’t quite reach the ankles of his loooong legs, and fuck off hiking boots, for kicking. Basically, a hot mess on the edge but armored in things that make him feel safe.

El dresses like Hopper had babies with a mall because she kept all his clothes after he died but could only bring herself to wear them when that was proven to be an exaggeration. She belts his giant shirts and has colorful leggings on underneath. Boots also, for stomping. Pleat front trousers cuffed seventeen times and tucked in band tshirts stolen from Jonathan. Erica gives her a bunch of sparkly clips to corral her short curls.

Will wearing all his brightest colors because he is fucking angry and done hiding. Rust red canvas utility vest with pockets full of ammo, torn corduroys patched with mismatched flannel on the inside, vintage Nike running shoes like Anthony Michael hall had in the breakfast club (they are blue with a yellow swoosh!), polo with striped sleeves and contrast collar. The haircut stays, because I’ve come around to it, and if you can’t love him at his bowlcut you don’t deserve him at his literally any other hair ever.

At some point, to sneak into the hospital after visiting hours, Lucas steals some scrubs and a white coat. Then he gets roped into supernatural events so for the rest of the season he looks like a very tired and muddy black Doogie Houser MD. Nobody is around to help maintain his flat top so he trims it round and ends up with super cute short twists from constantly finger curling it because anxiety.

Erica steals Lucas’ season 2 look and wears an American flag bandana as a headband.

Dustin is deep in his feels, ditches the cheerful overshirts and pun hats. Layers, tshirt with flannel with hooded sweatshirt with denim jacket, hood up. Camo cargo pants. Every pocket full of supplies, batteries, pliers, a fair few knives, multi tools, extraneous plugs and wires, an entire med kit distributed. Knife in his boot. Dark green hat, no embroidery.

Nancy in a pink and teal windbreaker. Also she should be in her battle stripes, maybe a black and white zig zag sweater? A vertical striped shoulder padded blazer? That’s a bit 90s but yknow, liberties. But I want the whoosh whoosh whoosh of a windbreaker while she meaningfully strides towards an enemy with a murder glare.

At some point El finds Max in her mind, and they talk to each other in the void while wearing abysmal hospital gowns. And just like in S3 Max is like “wtf we need makeovers” so she thinks of the coolest fucking outfit imaginable for herself (something very cali, definitely involving a red leather jacket, very glorious hair) and gets to wear that the rest of the season.

[stormy-afterlife]

What I would wear as a the goblin I am

Winter/fall Day: loose dungarees, big sweater, my docs

Summer day: shorts, brown shirt, a oversized flannel with the sleeves ripped off.

Going on an adventure: corduroy pants with rips in the knee’s, hiking boots, black t-shirt, big heavy jacket,(incase of snowy mountain) large backpack for snackies and stuff.

Going to bed: boxers and an oversized shirt. Plus sockies in case of cold feet.

More but this is mainstream.

[rossithepixie]

Okay but funny aside based on that quiz saying i'm a queercoded character. But i go to outings sometimes with a local queer group and during my first year back and going to them last year a person from it literally told me "I knew you were one of ours immediately. Look how you're dressed." And gestured at all of me. My undercut hadn't grown out yet, i was wearing an oversized flannel over a t-shirt, (i think my black techwear cargo pants) and black hiking boots.

[blossomingbabe]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Wild Fable Bleach Dyed Red Plaid Button Down Flannel Top Large.

[sophiajone25301]

Evaluating flannel shirts hiking

Flannel shirts are frequently portrayed as essential hiking gear in outdoors magazines, with images of strong, outdoorsy men wearing soft, warm flannel shirts that highlight their rugged appeal.

[menseas]

Top 10 Streetwear Trends For Men

Outfit: Oversized graphic hoodie, distressed jeans, and high-top sneakers. 🔥👕👖👟

Outfit: Camouflage bomber jacket, black joggers, and chunky sneakers. 🌿🧥👖👟

Outfit: Denim jacket, white t-shirt, khaki cargo pants, and white sneakers. 👖👕👖👟

Outfit: Colorful windbreaker, black joggers, and statement sneakers. 🌈🧥👖👟

Outfit: Plaid flannel shirt, black jeans, and combat boots. 🌲👕👖🥾

Outfit: Leather biker jacket, black ripped jeans, and Chelsea boots. 🏍️🧥👖👢

Outfit: Baseball cap, oversized denim jacket, distressed shorts, and sneakers. ⚾🧢👕🩳👟

Outfit: Hooded sweatshirt, track pants, and dad sneakers. 🧥👖👟

Outfit: Camo print hoodie, cargo pants, and hiking boots. 🌿👕🩳🥾

Outfit: Graphic t-shirt, jogger pants, and retro sneakers. 👕👖👟

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[kopimoss]

🌿!!

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit

ooo uhhh, well generally I wear very practical things so my fav is probably my oversized wool flannel shirt, which is like mossy green & brown, 2nd hand cream corduroy shorts, wool socks & hiking boots

[awkwarddystopianwarlord]

Leave it for the Poor

I’m going thrift shopping tomorrow with friends. Thrift stores have always been my go to place to get the clothing I want and need. They offer quality, brand name garments that can be bought at a significantly cheaper price. Or, at least, they used to.

In recent years, people have gotten into the habit of purchasing items from thrift stores and reselling them on online marketplaces for higher prices. The popularity of thrift shopping itself has led to a rise in prices. Yet, most of these people buying and reselling aren’t the kind of folk that would naturally go to a place like a second hand store for clothing. In other words, they’re often better off individuals that just want to turn a profit. This doesn’t just happen with thrift stores, it’s happening with everything from plushies to electronics. My main beef with it around thrift stores though is that those places are necessary for us low borns. We want good quality clothes just like anyone else, but we can’t always afford them brand new off the rack. That’s why finding something on our wish list second hand is so special. It’s really the only time we can find well made articles of clothing for an affordable price.

These other people who are simply going in and taking the brand names and fancy fabrics for cheap just to up the price elsewhere are ruining our chances of finding something we would keep and use. Let us buy a nice coat or a cozy shirt or a cute dress. Let us feel like we too can present ourselves as upper class citizens. At least let us have something that will last for years to come. It’s infuriating knowing that the wealthier among us are taking so much now that even Value Village is too expensive. Freaking Value Village! The place that gets everything for free but is for profit and sells all their wares now for obscene prices. So much of what’s in there is garbage, but there’s a hefty price tag nonetheless.

What’s also insane is that since big baggy clothing is trendy, a lot of tiny people will buy shirts and such five times their size. They get them from these second hand places and go on their merry way. You know who else could use those shirts? The people who are five times bigger. It’s hard enough finding nice plus size clothing, so finding something good that’s just a bit used for less would be grand. Shame they can’t do that now though what with all the desired things being bought out by the scrawniest of us. And look, I like oversized things, but if you’re an extra small usually, just get a medium or a large, you don’t need triple XL flannels. Save those for the squishier folk.

It’s sincerely disappointing seeing the outlets for us poorer humans fade out one by one. Air bnb’s used to be around for those who couldn’t spend much on a hotel and now are being used to avoid getting a real job. Renting a place to live used to be around for those who couldn’t afford a house and now people up the payments so much because they want someone else to pay their mortgage. Second hand stores used to have proper quality, low priced goods and now rich kids consider thrifting a trend and the costs got hiked up. By and by there will be nowhere left for us to supply ourselves with the basic needs. It sucks too because the lack of affordable shopping places forces us to find other methods like buying cheap clothing online that’s made in sweatshops and promotes child labor. You feel awful getting anything from those sites but what else can you do? I would shop locally and keep money within the community but I can’t. All I can do now is hope that things will go back to the way they were in regards to selling and purchasing used goods. I hope that people will see the insensitivity around taking from the needy for greed. I hope there will be change for the better.

[shorkbrian]

Yanno what song reminds me of your bakugo?

Feelz by areo.

Everytime it comes up on my playlist I think of your cabin in the woods bakugou and kiri. Imagine kats bringing kiri to meet you after you’ve been living in the cabin for a while. Uh oh kiris in love and they can’t wait to defile you. Wearing Katsukis oversized flannel infront of the fireplace, you look fucking hot how could they not? Mmmmm kiri moves in the next day.

Ily so much 💕

FUCk I have so many thots abt cabin au's with lumberjack Bakugou and lumberjack Kiri

like I can just see Kirishima tagging along with his bro after a hard day lopping trees, both of them looking forward to ice cold beers and sitting on the front porch, shootin' the shit and relaxing.

Kiri was aware of Bakugou's little.... "partner" and how the two of you met, honestly a little uneasy with the whole thing, but Bakugou had convinced him to keep quiet, convinced the big man that you were different now. That you loved him, cared for him, and of course, Bakugou, loathe as he was to admit it - loved and cared for you too. A real Beauty-and-the-Beast story.

Kirishima could see how fearful you still were of the blonde, even more so of the brawny redhead as soon as he steps into the cabin. Bakugou has to calm you down, pull you into his chest even as you flinch away, wide eyes flickering fearfully between the blonde and his friend. It's all an act.

And Kirishima feels his stomach drop as he realizes that this isn't right, was never right.

Somehow Bakugou convinces him to stay for a few beers regardless, sending you off to the kitchen to fetch the drinks while the men head out to the porch.

Kirishima starts the uncomfortable conversation as soon as they sit down, suggesting that maybe this isn't healthy for you or Bakugou. He barely gets two words in before you're out there with them, setting two beers down on the deck and climbing into Bakugou's lap at the pat of his hand against his knee.

Bakugou's got you trained like a dog.

Kirishima can't stop himself from zeroing his eyes in on the curve of your ass, exposed by the short skirt that Katsuki no doubt had made you wear, made all the more visible when Bakugou hikes you further into his lap, grinds his hips against you.

Shameless.

You gasp a couple of times, hands shaking as you clutch at the blonde's dirty shirt, head bowing into his chest out of embarrasment.

"What, you don't like Kiri watchin' ya?" Bakugou coos meanly, hand patting at the flesh of your round ass, making you jump. "Why don't you go get familiar with him 'n shit, introduce yourself."

You don't move.

Bakugou's tone turns mean. "Get the fuck over there before you and I start havin' some problems."

Kirishima's brows furrow, a worried "Bakugou-" falling from his lips as he begins to admonish his bro, but you're already standing up and stepping over to settle yourself down onto Kiri, warm little body fitting perfectly against his in the seat.

The redhead can't stop himself, big meaty hands gripping your waist to steady you so you don't fall, sharp red eyes entranced by the shame on your face. You're so pretty, he can see why Bakugou had to have you, why he took you like he did.

But fuck, that doesn't mean any of this is okay.

It's hard to voice that fact when you start moving your hips against his, slowly grinding against the soft bulge in his dirty jeans, hands on large shoulders.

Kirishima lets out a half-hearted groan, eyes flicking over to Bakugou when the chair creaks, sees the blonde leaning back and sipping his beer, a manic grin on his face.

It isn't too long before Bakugou speaks up again, Kirishima's mouth having gone dry the second you touched him. "C'mon, I'm gettin' bored as fuck over here."

Trembling hands undo Kirishima's pants, shoving them as far down his thighs as you can while he's seated, and Kiri feels like he can't even breathe anymore as you reach underneath yourself and pull your panties to the side.

"Wait, turn around." Bakugou stops you before you can sink down onto Kirishima's length, breaking the spell of silence. You immediately do as you're told, turning so your back faces Kiri, front-facing Bakugou who's now standing.

Bakugou grabs your shirt, wrestles it off you without much trouble, immediately pinches one of your nipples meanly and causes you to whine.

"Dude, chill-" Kirishima swats his friend's hand away, places his own big hand over your tits and holds them without evening thinking about it.

Bakugou chuckles. "See? Ain't she so soft?" He's unbuckling his pants now, dropping them just enough so he can slide his dick out, rub the tip against your lips "Her mouth's a dream, throat is tight as shit."

Kirishima can barely understand what's happening.

In the next moment, Bakugou is pushing you down by the shoulders, forcing you to sit on Kirishima's fat dick, feel his hip bones dig into your ass, fat balls nestled against your clit. Bakugou likes it when you make noise, so you do.

"Hear that? She's feelin' good... Make her feel even better." Bakugou says, cradling your chin with one hand, thumb slipping into your mouth so he can pry it open for his dick to slide inside.

Kirishima hesitates, feels conflicted, doesn't know what to do. It kind of seems like you enjoy this, but at the same time.... you're shaking like a leaf, tears prickling in your eyes, voice shaky and tight when you moan. Bakugou looks at you with a threat behind his eyes and you moan even louder.

Kirishima hopes it won't hurt your feelings if he pushes you off (even though you're so wet and tight around his cock, he wishes he could fuck up into your heat).

But Bakugou is already pushing his dick into your throat, shallowly fucking the small space and ever so slightly causing you to bounce back on Kirishima's cock and Kiri loses any sense of righteousness he ever had in the first place.

As Kirishima feels his cock swell more and more, he can't help but let himself feel good, using his grip on your tits to bounce you even harder on his lap, gritting his teeth as your walls unintentionally milk him. It feels so good and he can't stop, doesn't want to stop, doesn't even feel bad for it.

You can't even moan anymore, choking on spit and dick that gets continously shoved into your mouth, Bakugou grinning down at you and Kirishima like a madman.

"Feels fuckin' good don't it? Imagine comin' home to this every day, getting to fuck a tight pussy-" Bakugou slaps you across the cheek and you gag, tears running down your face. "Whadd'ya say babe, should we have Kiri move in? Fuck you senseless every day while you suck me dry?"

You know he's not actually asking your opinion.

And Kirishima? He kind of likes the sound of it

[missmewts]

any losers high school headcanons?

yknow it bestie

rating; pg

warnings; slight drug use?? mention of richie being a stoner if that counts

bill denbrough

taller than average and lanky

terrible stamina

favorite drink is hot chocolate 

loves dogs

bisexual

flannels, beaded bracelets made by the losers, tall socks and low ankled shoes+ khakis

platonic cuddling with bev

drawing all the losers portraits and transferring it to a canvas so they can keep it

watermelon monster is his favorite flavor of monster

watermelon flavored candy

vans and dirty old airforces from goodwill

doctor handwriting

bev marsh

(im aware this is not bev, just work with me)

slightly taller than average

a little pudgy but it works for her

her style matured as she got older

plain colored v-necks tucked into black leggings or whitewashed jeans

lots of jewelry and accessories (such as bandannas, belts, eye gems, etc.)

extravagant makeup phase that ended as soon as it started

arizona tea lemonade half n half

lemon is her favorite flavor

she loves the burn of energy drinks

skateboards

ben hanscom

eventually grew out of his nerd phase but the stereotype stuck with him so he never really left his love for research behind

tiny little notebooks with the elastic things

listens to nkotb while doing homework

his music taste eventually progressed from new kids on the block to less poppy. no band in particular, but nkotb always held a place in his heart

blue jeans and plan t-shirts+any shoes he can find in the house

showers once every 2 weeks

mike hanlon

sweet baby boy mike

he loves strawberry flavored things

he’s a strawberry guy

he loves picnics

he loves exploring the woods even though he’s known them practically his whole adolescence 

cant sleep without a night light

spends his days in the library for vibes

the other losers made the library their go-to spot when they drifted apart, because they knew there would always be at least one loser there

high tops and skinny jeans with oversized tops

stan uris

thrifting

his style progressed from “rabbi’s son” to “old man twink” in a very positive way

he loves bird watching, cloud watching, star gazing, puzzles, hiking, and bubble baths

if he could take bubble baths instead of a shower, he would

loves pineapple 

wears playboy cologne

actually had a few partners throughout highschool, unlike a lot of his friends

they lasted quite a while, and was very wholesome and genuine. they normally ended in his partner just not being ready to settle down at their age

loves coloring books

prefers colored pencils to any other art supply

he and bev literally become best friends

like crazy close

richie tozier

very tall and slim muscular yk

disgusting room

diagnosed w ocd and dyslexia

low carb monsters

mint green polaroid 

he hangs them on his wall with duct tape

teacher hand writing

loves oranges

citrus colonge

loves cuddling

many many flings

honestly just like rlly good hugger

when he dates someone its less sexual than expected and literally just cuddling and super soft kisses and sleeping in the same bed

uses humor to cope

used to play piano because he wanted to play drums but he gave up

cleans the bathroom and living room as a chore at home

sweeps the floor after he cleans

owns an alley cat that he smuggled home on a flight from mexico

his perscription is constantly changing and he constantly gets new lenses for his glasses. he had to get a vanity just to put his glasses in a drawer

has been wearing glasses since 1st grade

unbuttoned hawaiian shirts, pastel colored t shirt, blue jean shorts, black socks, converse

he anually cuts his hair

eddie kaspbrak

takes 2 showers a week

sits down to study when he gets home and has a very strict routine

3:30, get home. 3:35, have a small, healthy snack. 3:40, talk to mom about his day. 3:50, do homework. 4:20, study for any upcoming tests. 4:40, take any night medications. 5:00, spend time with friends. 8:00, bed.

has come to terms with the fact that richie is a stoner

smells like vix

listens to soft grunge

uses a gray shower towel

has candles in his room

cleans his room once a week

mops the floor and wipes the counters when he cleans

the cleaning supplies he gets have to be very specific 

deep cleans his earbuds once a week

once owned a bird, but his mom insisted it carried diseases that could affect his compromised immune system

keeps his empty inhalers

likes reading horror

hangs up all the art bill makes for him

[one-with-the-goasts]

rose colored notes

Eddie Munson x gn! Reader

“Hawkins is a small town, that means a small high school. And Y/N is in two of my classes and is popular. That’s why I always notice them. That’s it. It’s not like I like them, it. Is. A. Small. School. Why would I even like them anyway? They’re just some dumb, pretty, senior who always listens to music and does dumb little dances in class.” This is what was going through Eddie Munson’s mind during math class. Because everyone knows it’s totally normal to spend an entire class thinking about how much you don’t like someone. Y/N sat in front of him, using their brand new highlighters to make their notes pretty because for some reason, they can either make really pretty notes, or they can make unreadable notes. It was a particularly cool morning, despite it almost being summer, and Y/N wore ripped jeans, their favorite t-shirt, a butterfly pendant, and an oversized flannel. This outfit was so effortlessly stylish that it drove Eddie crazy. In fact, it was what caused Eddie to completely ignore all of math class. He then decided to blame it on the teacher during lunch.

“Why don’t you just ask someone in your class for their notes?” Dustin said.

“Isn’t Y/N in your class? I’m sure they would be happy to help” added Gareth.

“Well I can’t just walk up to them and ask!”

Eddie said despite the fact that he most definitely could.

“Oh come on… do it, do it, do it, do it,” Dustin started chanting, soon Mike joined in, then Lucas, and eventually an entire table of teenagers were bullying Eddie into asking his crush for math notes.

“Alright, calm down! I’ll ask them” Eddie already knew exactly which table Y/N was sitting at. It felt like a hike to walk over. He could see Y/N listening intently to a story about someone breaking their leg.

“Imaging ranting to Y/N after a bad day, and them just listening like that and doodling absentmindedly” Eddie though, “nope, stay on track”

“Hey Y/N, can I borrow your notes from math class today?” Eddie said.

“Oh sure! I actually have my notebook on me…” they said, Y/N dug into their bag and pulled out a notebook. handing it to Eddie they said “just get it back to me at math tomorrow”

“Thanks.” Eddie said, turning to walk away. The person sitting next to Y/N, their best friend, whispered something to Y/N.

“No way” Y/N said in a hushed voice.

“It’s a dare you have to, plus you still owe me” they said. Y/N looked at their friend with a pleading look.

“If you don’t talk to him now you’re never going to” their friend said.

“Hey Eddie, we should hang out sometime” Y/N said. Eddie’s eyes lit up,

“Yeah ok, um, are you free Friday?”

“Yeah, here,” Y/N took a pen and scrap paper from their bag and wrote something on the paper. They handed it to Eddie “have my phone number”

“Ok,” Eddie’s heart skipped a beat as he took the paper “cool” Eddie smiled as he walked away, “ok,” he thought “maybe I do like them a little bit.”