#this is one of my fav jackets he's ever worn

[kindahoping4forever]

Luke @ the Etro Men's Show at Milan Fashion Week

📸: Gian Marco

[tempobaekh]

Short N’ Sweet

pairings: frank castle x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, suggestive, allusions to sex at the end and a tiny mention of sexual acts?? readers physical appearance is not mentioned

a/n: i am going absolutely feral for this man, like foaming at the mouth feral, gnawing at the bars of my enclosure kind of feral. and i also love sabrina and because of Halloween i got this idea, this might be a little late since yknow Halloween is over but i just got this idea so we can ignore that:) also i wanna thank my biggest fav frank writer @agirlcandream84 for inspiring me to write this. i absolutely love her work and the way she writes frank please go read some of her work. okay enough yapping from me

Halloween night was finally here, and you could barely contain your excitement. The costume you’d been planning had been kept under wraps—literally—and you’d teased Frank endlessly about it, keeping him guessing for weeks, knowing full well the look on his face would be priceless.

Ever since you’d seen Sabrina Carpenter's iconic outfits from her Short N’ Sweet tour, the idea had taken root. Glitz, glam, a bit of sparkle, and a lot of confidence—that was going to be your vibe tonight. And you knew it would knock Frank’s socks off.

Or maybe more like knock his pants off.

Frank, being Frank, wasn’t exactly putting in the same level of effort. He’d gone with his usual all-black getup: a black shirt that fit him just right, dark pants, combat boots, and his well-worn jacket. Not much of a costume, but with his gruff demeanor and dark eyes, he still looked intense and dangerously handsome.

You’d teased him about needing a 'proper' Halloween costume, but he’d only smirked, knowing you’d be the one to steal the show. Still, he was eager to see you; he’d been waiting all week, and you could feel the thrill of his anticipation even through the closed door.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he called out.

With one last deep breath, you slipped on a towel and cinched it tight around your chest, and stepped out of the bathroom, strutting a little as your heels clicked on the hardwood as you made your way toward him

He looked up when he heard you approaching, his gaze immediately sharpening with curiosity. You watched as his eyes narrowed slightly, scanning you up and down in curiosity. "You gonna tell me what the costume is, sweetheart?” he asked, a little smirk creeping onto his lips.

A mischievous smile played on your lips as you took a step closer, letting him get a little look at your carefully styled hair and the faint sparkle of the makeup you’d applied.

“Mm, you could say that,” you teased, giving him a wink. “But the real costume’s under here. Want to see?”

“Hell yes, I do,” he murmured, his gaze darkening, lips twitching in that half-smile of his that always drove you wild. “C’mon, darlin’—let me see it.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You took a step back, giving him a grin, and with a flourish, you unwrapped the towel and tossed it aside, holding out your arms as you posed.

Frank’s reaction was immediate. His jaw went slack, his dark eyes going wide as he took you in. His gaze roamed up and down, lingering on every detail—from your heels up your bare legs, taking in the glittering, skin-colored tights that shimmered like liquid gold. He lingered on the lacy, sparkling red bodysuit that hugged every curve perfectly, bedazzled in red crystals that caught the light with each tiny shift and gave you an ethereal, almost unreal glow. The garters—lacy, sparkling, and just suggestive enough to make his jaw clench—added an extra edge to the look.

When he finally found his voice, he only managed a rough, “Damn, sweetheart.”

Laughing, you spun around, tossing the towel aside and letting him see the details you’d added just for him. He took in the bedazzled kiss mark on the top of your right inner thigh, positioned right where he always planted kisses with his face and tongue buried between your legs as you writhe and moan with pleasure under him. And when you turned around, you knew he’d see the second kiss mark on your left shoulder blade—another favorite spot of his when he has you on your hands and knees and thrusting into you from behind.

You felt the air between you shift, and a shiver ran down your spine at the brief image in your head.

“You like it?” you asked, turning around and looking at him, enjoying the way his eyes roamed over you, taking in every last detail.

Frank’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, but he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he closed the distance between you, his large hands resting on your hips before he traced one finger down to that kiss mark on your thigh.

"Sweetheart…" he murmured, sounding almost reverent. “You look…”

"Too much?" You asked, feigning a worried tone, but you couldn’t hide your smile.

"Too much? No… no, darlin’, it's perfect," he said, reaching out to gently run a hand along your arm, his fingers grazing the crystals. His voice was low, roughened with restrained desire as he brushed his thumb over the spot. “Did you put this here just for me?”

You smiled, heart racing. “Maybe. Figured it might be a nice little reminder for you.”

His fingers skimmed up to your waist, tugging you closer, his hands warm and possessive. “Can’t lie… I’m definitely thinkin’ about ditchin’ Josie’s altogether tonight.”

“But it’s Halloween,” you teased, giving him a look that only seemed to make him hungrier. “We can’t just skip it, Frankie. Besides, I want to show off a little.”

“You’re killin’ me here,” he muttered, his voice dropping as he leaned down, brushing his lips against your neck. His fingers flexed against your waist. “Whole place is gonna be starin’ at you. Don’t think I’m gonna be able to keep my hands off you, darlin’.”

You laughed softly. "Guess you'll have to try, Castle."

He let out a low groan, and you felt his hands slide lower to your behind. "Yeah, easy for you to say when you’re wearin’… this." His eyes dipped down to the kiss mark on your thigh, a possessive gleam in his gaze as pulle away and traced the outline with his thumb again. "This here… You’re just tryin’ to drive me insane, aren’t ya?"

You shrugged, an innocent smile on your face. "Maybe. Or maybe I’m just giving you something to look forward to, and besides, you're the only one who gets to take it off me.”

That got his attention. His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against him, his voice a low murmur in your ear. “You keep talkin’ like that, and we’re not makin’ it to Josie’s tonight, baby. But we’re not stayin’ long. Got… plans for when we get back.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop the grin across your face. "Come on, big guy. Try to survive the night without dragging me home too early."

When you arrived at Josie’s to meet up with Karen and her friends from her law firm, you caught more than a few looks. Heads turned, eyes lingered, and you could feel Frank tense beside you, his arm protectively draped around your waist as he pulled you in close.

Every now and then, he’d lean down to murmur, “You know, you’re lucky I’m keepin’ it together.”

“Oh, I know,” you replied each time with a wink, enjoying every bit of his attention.

As the night went on, Frank’s hands couldn’t seem to leave you alone, not that you minded. They’d drift to the small of your back, settle on your hip, or tug you closer to him. It wasn’t possessive so much as it was protective—he just wanted you to himself and wasn’t shy about it.

The night was fun, filled with drinks, laughs, and compliments from Karen and Marci who appreciated the sheer effort you’d put into your costume. But the real thrill was feeling Frank’s hand skimming along your waist, his fingers brushing the bare skin where your tights met your bodysuit. Every time he leaned down to murmur something downright filthy in your ear, you could feel the low, restrained fire in his voice that would make your thighs clench.

Finally, as midnight approached, Frank leaned in close, voice low and warm against your ear. "Alright, darlin’. I think we’ve done our part here. Time to go home."

You couldn’t help but smile as you glanced up at him. "Couldn’t wait to get me alone, huh?"

"Not one bit," he admitted, his fingers lacing through yours as he led you out of Josie’s and into the cool night air.

The drive back home felt like a blur, and as soon as you got home, his hands were on you the second you closed the door. He pulled you close, capturing your lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

Frank’s lips moved against yours with a fervor that made your knees weak, his hands roaming your back with an almost desperate energy. His touch was firm but reverent, like he was savoring every inch of you. The smooth leather of his jacket pressed cool against your bare arms as he pulled you flush against him, his strength and warmth radiating through the layers between you.

“You’re killin’ me, sweetheart,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and thick with want. His hand drifted to your thigh, his fingers brushing over the kiss mark there, and he let out a soft, possessive growl. “This right here? This ain’t fair.”

You smiled against his mouth, your breath hitching as his fingers teased along the edge of your garter. "I thought you liked it," you teased, your voice a little breathless.

"Like it?" He pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes blazing as they swept over you. "I can’t think straight, darlin’. All night, all I’ve been thinkin’ about is gettin’ you alone."

His hands slipped to your hips, gripping just firmly enough to remind you of his strength as he guided you back toward the couch. You let out a soft laugh, but it caught in your throat when he leaned down, trailing kisses along your jaw, then down your neck. He paused just at the hollow of your throat, his stubble grazing your skin in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Frankie…” you whimpered, your hands tangling in his hair as his lips continued their path, brushing over the crystals adorning your shoulder blade.

He hummed against your skin, his breath warm and tantalizing. “You knew exactly what you were doin’, wearin’ this,” he said, his tone somewhere between a grumble and a purr. His fingers toyed with the edge of the bodysuit, skimming over the the crystals adorning the fabric. “You’re lucky I got any patience left.”

"Maybe I don’t want you to be patient," you replied, your voice soft but laced with mischief as you tugged him back to meet your lips.

Frank chuckled darkly, his hands tightening their grip on your hips. "Careful what you ask for, sweetheart," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours. The way he said it, low and promising, sent a thrill straight through you.

And with that, he captured your lips again, deeper this time, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was setting the stage for something as bold and electric as the confidence you wore tonight.

Note: gifs, pictures, and header DOES NOT belong to me. CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS!! Feedback and reblog is appreciated.<3

[eyesfullofsttars]

could you write something about ellie stealing abby's clothes? 😭🙏 ever since I've started shipping ellabs this has been my fav headcanon

☆ she says i’m pretty, wearing her clothes. . .

sypnosis: ellie steals one of abby's sweaters, and from then on, it becomes a frequent habit that abigail allows to happen without refusing at all but instead, giving in to sharing her closet...

notes: i'm so dumb!!! when i finished writing this, i realized how i completely misunderstood what this request was about, oh god please anon let me know if this is okay or if i should write something else that obviously relates to what you asked!!! i'm so sorry 😭

In the beginning, it was something simple and unintentional. Ellie woke up one frosty morning, missing the comforting warmth of Abby's embrace. Shivering slightly, she reached for one of Abby's oversized sweatshirts, pulling it over her head. The fabric was soft and carried the familiar scent of pine that always made Ellie feel at home.

Yawning and stretching, she finally rose from the bed, her breath visible in the chilly air. She brushed her teeth and tried to tame her short, unruly hair. Descending the stairs, she made her way to the kitchen, where she hoped a steaming mug of hot chocolate would provide the warmth she craved.

Just then, Abby returned from her early morning workout. Her face lit up with a smile as she saw Ellie, and she walked over, planting a gentle kiss on Ellie's cheek. "Good morning," she said, her breath slightly labored from her run.

"Is that my sweatshirt? Are you wearing my sweatshirt?" Abby asked, her blue eyes narrowing playfully as she scrutinized Ellie from head to toe, inspecting the fabric with amused disbelief.

Ellie shrugged, taking a sip from her mug, the warmth spreading through her hands. "Is it? I just grabbed the first thing I saw..."

Abby couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking her head slowly. If Ellie didn’t mind wearing her clothes, she wouldn’t make a fuss.

And from that moment on, it became a cherished habit. Abby stopped commenting, her lips curling into a small smile every time she saw Ellie enveloped in one of her garments. The scent of pine, the oversized fit, and the deep navy hues all became a comforting part of their daily routine.

That cold morning when Ellie had worn Abby’s clothes without a second thought opened up a new tradition. Abigail started sharing her jackets to keep Ellie warm, carefully arranging their clothes in the middle of the closet so they could both easily reach them. She even began buying clothes with both of their tastes in mind.

Despite Abby’s clothes being designed for her muscular frame, they fit Ellie comfortably. Ellie rolled up the sleeves for better mobility and cinched the waist with a belt to keep the pants from slipping. The hems of the pants often dragged on the floor, frayed from being stepped on by Ellie’s worn-out Converse.

Williams had no intention of stopping. Abigail had given her free rein, making it clear that this wasn’t a bother but a gesture of love. Why would she stop? Abby's clothes always felt cozier, a warm refuge with a scent that made Ellie feel safe, and the colors brought out the green in Ellie’s eyes.

Additionally, Abby began wearing Ellie’s jewelry as a form of exchange. If Ellie wore her clothes, then Abby would wear Ellie’s jewelry, adorning her fingers with rings and her neck with silver necklaces. This silent agreement became a ritual, with Ellie leaving her jewelry on Abby’s nightstand each night before bed...

(However, neither of them could escape Lev's silent, questioning glances. Every time he noticed Ellie wearing Abby’s favorite blue sweater, or Abby sporting Ellie’s star-shaped ring on her annular finger like a wedding band, Lev would analyze them suspiciously, silently waiting for an explanation. Yet, more often than not, he settled with Abby’s nervous laughter)

[aliorsboxostuff]

hi V3 I am so sorry i am BLOWING UP YOUR INBOX OMGGG but I totally forgot the character Id like is Hobie, I think cause I was talking about him I thought I said his name but i forgor ty bae ily 🤗🤗🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️

HOBIEEE gotta be my fav 2nd to Miguel, i’m working on a fanart of that cool mf too. He’s such an interesting character to write, i’m honestly pretty sad i only thought something so short for this HC’s T-T I hope you enjoy this though big man, Hobie is definitely the type to hang out with you when youre going through those rough times <3

"Anythin' you wanna be."

Tags: Hobie Brown & ftm!Reader, fluff, dysphoria, Headcanons, going through those tough times, Hobie being the Homie he is, Reader is implied a Spider-person, But also up to interpretation, Comfort and Fluff, no angst

Hobie Brown headcanons for anyone that’s going through those dysphoric episodes <3

first of all, let's get one thing straight here: Hobie FULLY SUPPORTS you being trans

He doesn't see you as anything fem aligned unless said otherwise

lets you crash in his universe, especially when you need it

he thrifts a lot of big and baggy jackets and sweaters, only to give them to you saying he "bought the wrong size"

There's definitely a couple of sweaters from his own wardrobe that you've stolen

you've definitely worn his jacket that he usually wears over his spidey suit, it makes you feel as cool as him

he made you your own jacket, with a trans pin and another with his Spidey logo

lets you borrow anything you want because he knows it makes you feel good 

the type to check in on you if you've been binding the whole day

When things get too much and you feel bad in your own skin, Hobie would spend time with you in his universe

he makes you a comfy fort blanket where you can stay and watch anything you please while he plucks the strings of his guitar on the floor

definitely, the type to get you anything you wanna eat when you've lost your appetite 

stays by your side, letting you lean on him when you seek comfort

If it gets too much as tears start to fall, he’ll hold you through it, brings you into his arms while you let all those feelings out

Rakes his fingers through your hair or just likes softly petting you if it helps you calm down 

completely understands if you need some alone time when dealing with dysphoria, making sure you have enough snacks and water before he leaves to hang somewhere else

he's the spokesperson whenever you wanna be left alone, making sure the others won't bother you too

Says "You're cooler than me mate, cooler than Miles too,"

says dumb shit like; "You are the manliest man to ever man," or "No one does a better job being a boy than you," Just to make you feel better

his side-eye game STRONG 💪dont look at you weird or he'll give them a bone-chilling, soul-crushing, ‘wish I was dead’ side eye

He and Pav is the type to make little trinkets for their friends tbh, he deff makes pins from bottle caps and gives them to you

His favorite spot to bring you when you feel down is near the top of any tall building, bringing snacks and a blanket. He says it makes him feel better knowing everyone is so small, and the world is huge, so in the end, nothing really matters and so be whatever the fuck you wanna be.

Requests are open! Reblogs are appreciated <3

[cr4yolaas]

the night shift — forget about it

day 4 | masterlist | day 6

now playing: overslept (feat. mei ehara) by faye webster

note: this is not a new chapter i just realized i forgot to put a taglist … whoops!

there's bodies strewn all over the floor. hinata lays sprawled across the living room carpet, while yachi inhabits the couch with her arms folded and her head uncomfortably leaning on the stiff armrest. kenma is nowhere to be seen (more than likely, he had retreated to his own bedroom to escape the possibility of waking up feeling gross and tense). three men lay beside each other, all of them using their own clothes as some semblance of a pillow or blanket (she tries not to look at him with his sweater beneath his head. the sight reminds her of the jacket — his jacket — that's been collecting dust in the depths of her closet).

she tiptoes cautiously around the mass of limbs and heads, her own all too fuzzy and numb to really be aware of what she's doing. her feet guide her to the kitchen, and the pantry door stares her, wide open and waiting. her morality outweighs her exhaustion. breakfast for five? six? seven? will do.

quite frankly, she feels like shit.

it shows in her movements; in the less-than-delicate cracking of eggs and the overspilled oil on the counter, there's evidence of her heavy heart and the remnants of alcohol still in her system. there's three different pots and pans on the stove and it's beyond overstimulating. she's starting to regret her decision, until soft footsteps pad up to her, just as quiet as hers.

kageyama stands beside her, almost awkwardly. his sweatpants hang loosely from his hips and the old, worn t-shirt he bears is clearly about to give out during its next trip to the dryer. something about the sight makes her heart churn and her chest ache. it's too comforting, too warm.

"are you okay?" he whispers. heavy snores ring in the background. it's just them.

"yeah, why?"

he shakes his head. the deflection comes to her easily, and just as easily, he recognizes it. he recognizes her. he sees the tell-tale signs of redirection when she shifts the conversation to work and breakfast and other miscellaneous things that are mere fillers to something deeper. the events of two nights ago float around in his head — the yelling, the cursing, the heavy breaths and even heavier sighs. he wonders where it all went, if she really, really didn't mean it. he hopes it was misdirection, but he isn't sure if he'll ever truly know. so, for now, he just hopes he can forget about it and let it go.

she glances at him occasionally. he watches intently as she plates the food, her hands nearly slipping in some places and his own flinching almost instinctively in response. they're quiet. the stove clicks off and the exhaust fan whirrs to silence. kageyama grabs what he can from the counter and follows her to the table, the plates and bowls clinking in unison.

it's too peaceful, too comfortable. the apology that sat on the back of her throat since that shift dissolves, too scared of ruining the solitude they'd established. she bites the inside of her cheek, slowly gnawing at the skin in hopes that it'll take away the guilt in her stomach.

bonus:

ᡣ𐭩 one of my fav chapters so far text convo wise

ᡣ𐭩 my biggest weakness is def funny and interesting conversations that aren’t just for the plot 😭😭

ᡣ𐭩 tsukishima came over w yams (begrudgingly) hence why he ended up sleeping over w them

ᡣ𐭩 post-stream they were soo exhausted and so out of it no one was in a stable condition to get back home

ᡣ𐭩 projecting my deflection into yn super hard rn

ᡣ𐭩 kenma is so mean to kuroo n yn but he loves them i promise. he’s just on his man period every other day </3

taglist: @causenessus @strawberryurii @iiwaijime @savemebrazilhinata @tiramizuloz @conrad4life13 @wyrcan @zazathezaer @nperoconelcositoarriba @cupidsblonde @thechaosoflonging @diorzs @aozui @fefesooli

[willow-lark]

not most people (but it's you) - wheelclair

took a break from my byler week fics to try something new and jot down a quick wheelclair drabble!! this one is dedicated to @booksandpaperss (💕🫶) who i was talking to a bit ab wheelclair aus the other day,,, ngl i'm becoming obsessed w these 2

As Mike watches, Lucas lifts his hand in a gesture that Mike knows all too well, with an uncertain smile on his face as he wiggles his fingers every-so-slightly in a wave.

Mike is tempted to reach up and pull down his window shade to cut off the interaction, to ignore Lucas and feed into the hurt lodged deep within his gut that he’s never actually let go of, and nursed for all these years. But—Lucas isn’t doing anything to hurt him, in truth. Did he really ever? Intellectually, Mike remembers the barbed words, the harm both he and Lucas caused each other. But it doesn’t feel like those things matter so much right now. It didn’t seem to matter this morning, when Mrs. Harmon paired them together for their new history project, and Lucas stuck his hand out in the aisle between their desks and Mike took it in truce. Somehow, even surrounded by meatheads and having assimilated into the ranks of all the thug-headed jocks that leech off the walls of Hawkins High, Lucas has retained the good faith that Mike remembers in him, putting loyalty above all else, and trusting those he cares about.

Lucas was always a lot nicer than Mike was, he thinks. Lucas doesn’t snap at people unless he has a good reason. He’s only got a bone to pick with people if they hurt someone he loves. Not like Mike, who gets angry at the people he cares about for no reason, uncompromising and mean even when he doesn’t mean to be, demanding that everything goes exactly his way.

Once, Lucas was Mike’s closest friend. Once, Mike would have reached for his walkie to radio Lucas, and they would look across at each other in their windows and talk late into the night.

Now, though, Mike lifts his fingers in response, and sends across his own tentative smile.

...

“Hey!” calls a voice behind Mike, who slams his locker shut and whips around. He didn’t sleep well last night, staring up at the ceiling with a pounding heart, mind all caught up in thoughts of what was and what might have been. It is only Lucas, leaning casually against the row of lockers in his crisp letterman jacket, grinning at Mike with that same easy smile he’s always had.

“Hi,” says Mike, grumpy, sudden butterflies in his stomach doing their damn best to flap all the way up his esophagus. He doesn’t look nearly as put together as Lucas does right now. The Hellfire t-shirt he’s wearing definitely needs a wash, and so do the jeans that he’s worn every day for the past two weeks.

“You want to come over to mine after school today and get started on this project?”

“Okay,” Mike says before he can fully think it over, but as he does he realizes he doesn’t really have an excuse not to. Corroded Coffin was supposed to get together and rehearse tonight, but Gareth’s home sick with a violent flu and Eddie called yesterday that he wasn’t going to be able to make the drive out from Indianapolis to visit like he had planned. “I was going to have rehearsal today, but I don’t anymore.”

“Corroded Coffin, right? That’s a sick name, man.”

“Oh, I, uh, I play guitar now.”

“Awesome,” Lucas says, and claps Mike on the shoulder. “I’m driving Erica home today, too, so let’s meet in the parking lot after class lets out. See you later!” and he strides off to whatever class he’s supposed to be at next period. 

Mike stands there, noise of the bustling hallway swelling around him. He can still feel the warmth of Lucas’s hand on his shoulder, an old and familiar touch. Mike’s not that touchy of a person. Most people, he’d snap at. 

Lucas isn’t most people.

hm. i May have to write more of them bc wheelclair is quickly shooting up my list of fav rarepairs. high school au wheelclair is something that can be so personal. like. they're so???? n e ways if u read this far i hope u enjoyed it!! mwah. xoxo.

[acacia-may]

Phew, ok... I don't know if you know this Fairy Tail ship, since it's more in the anime, only a bit thoug, but I really love Erik/Cobra x Kinana. One of my fav ships in FT, honestly, so can I reqest them? 💚💝🤍 would be nice, but you don't need to do them if you don't like it.

Thank you so much for the ask, Anon, and for being so sweet & polite💕 Oh my goodness! I think I may have genuinely squealed when I saw this in my inbox because I love these two so much!! 🥰 I have a tendency to get really attached to side characters and also ships between side characters (when I do get into shipping), and honestly, I was just telling my sister over the weekend that Erik/Kinana might rank in my Top 5 favorite Fairy Tail ships. I never imagined that I would get asked to write for them though so I'm seriously giddy right now--really, getting to write these for you has made my whole day!! 💖 I hope you'll like what I've come up with!

Questions from this "Bye Bye Writer's Block" Ask Game

Kinabra [Erik/Cobra x Kinana] Headcanons

💚-- General

Kinana is an amazing cook and loves making Erik's favorite foods for him. He is so touched by how she always remembers what foods he likes best and makes his favorite meals, and he takes it upon himself to try to return the favor. He knows many of the foods Kinana likes but also asks some of her friends for suggestions in case he's missing out on any; then, with the help of some of his friends in Crime Sorcière, Erik practices cooking the dishes so he can prepare a special meal of all of her favorite things. He's not nearly as talented a cook as Kinana is and has a couple of failed attempts, but in the end, however, he does become a fairly decent chef and gets a surprise Kinana with her special meal. She's so shocked and touched by the gesture and, to this day, swears it was the best meal she had ever had.

💝-- Future

After they have married and have decided they are ready to raise a family together, Erik and Kinana choose to retire to a quiet life in countryside, and they live out the rest of their days together on a big farm with their many children (both biological and adopted) who they love very much. There is never a dull moment in their house from the laughter and misadventures of their often rambunctious brood, the chaos of lots of animals their kids have a tendency to bring home as "pets", and the unexpected visits of their Crime Sorcière/(Former)Oración Seis and Fairy Tail found families. Though they always make time to spend together with their children as a family, they go out of their way to spend time just the two of them as well--even if it's just doing household chores around their home together. For instance, Erik always loves to do dishes with Kinana because she'll hum (absentmindedly/without realizing it) while she washes them, and he thinks this is adorable.

[A/N: My sister and I have this running joke that there is always that one ship that you can just imagine settling down in the country and having a big family and life of domestic bliss together, and I've always felt from the minute this ship was even hinted at that they were that ship in Fairy Tail. I love them so much and think they deserve a soft, domestic ending after everything they've both been through!]

🤍-- Fluff

Kinana often gets cold (perhaps a symptom of all that time she spent as a snake), but as a Dragon Slayer, Erik tends to be fairly warm so he will often cuddle up next to her, wrap his arms around her, and pull her into his chest to warm her up. When they are out walking on chilly days, he will always give her his jacket, and in the winters, they love to curl up by the fireplace together.

Bonus (completely unrelated but I think these two deserve more fluff): For Erik's birthday the first year they are in a relationship, Kinana knits him socks little snakes on them. He loves them, but he only wears them on special occasions so they won't get worn or ragged. It always brings the brightest smile to Kinana's face when she sees him wearing them though. They are their children's favorite socks too, and Kinana eventually makes matching pairs for their whole family (though they are all slightly different). One year they get a family picture taking of them all wearing the matching snake-patterned socks, and it has been hanging up over Erik and Kinana's fireplace ever since.

[ogamagirl]

Heck it - I answered the rest of those Poke-themed asks because I wanted to, fight me ✨

Art by Nonny - go under the readmore to read me rambling bout us |3c

Eevee - What Eeveelutions would fit you and your F/O?

-He's Umbreon for sure! I feel like dark n steel types tend to suit him best so Umbreon is his Eeveelution for sure - Umbreon has sort of a broody expression that matches Soul well, and it, like Absol his ace, I think gets sort of a bad rep because of its typing, kind of how some might assume the worst about Soul because of his sort of "bad boy" aesthetic, when that couldn't be further from the truth! On my end - my first fav Eeveelution was Vaporeon because it was the first one I raised properly, but my current fav is Sylveon (actually it's a tie between Sylveon and Umbreon but seeing as Soul has Umbreon) so I guess...a tie between Vaporeon and Sylveon? Water is often associated with adaptability and I don't particularly like being adaptable but I think I'm fairly good at doing so lol, while Sylveon evolves through lots of love and I think I have a lot of love to give!

Alolan!Raichu - Have you and your F/O ever tried surfing?

-No! :0 Soul's done body-boarding before but not full on surfing; I have never tried either properly (like, I've used body-boards for fun but that's it). We both like swimming tho!

Gengar - Do either of you believe in ghosts?

-Mm...SE-verse wise, technically souls that persist without being absorbed quickly have the potential to manifest as ghosts, so :0

Meganium - Flower power! Do you two have a garden (or plan to grow one)?

-Nah; I do not have a green thumb and we also have a cat - our apartment doesn't have a lot of outdoor space so anything that we grow would have to be grown inside, and Yutaka would 100% chew on the plants sjfdgnlsfjg. Maybe when we have our own bigger space growing vegetables might be fun to try, but I don't think I'm particularly adept at growing things to begin with so probably not TuT;;

Roserade - Have you or your F/O ever given each other a bouquet? What kinds of flowers were in it?

-I am actually allergic to flowers |D I think they're very beautiful but having them in the same room as me makes me sneeze like crazy, so Soul does not often get me bouquets TAT;;; a couple of times before he knew me well enough to know that he did though! Standard roses the first time, but he got me a bouquet with red spider lilies once - which, we're both aware of the standard symbolism behind them, but they're my favorite flower regardless, so I was touched because he remembered!!

Soul's not the biggest fan of flowers so I've never given him a bouquet as a present.

Comfey - The best way to relax with each other?

-Chillin'  on the couch either watching something or playing a video game  together. Video game might be our favorite - we don't play a lot of  multiplayer stuff, rather we tag-team a single player game, giving each  other hints or working together to solve puzzles, it's a lot of fun! TuT

Mimikyu - Imagine cosplaying as your F/O (or your F/O cosplaying as you). How does it turn out?

-Mweheh, I do casual cosplay of him all the time because I have stolen multiple articles of clothing from him :3c mostly stuff he wore as a teen that doesn't fit him anymore but fits me well enough because I'm short, like his track jacket and a couple of sweaters. He is bemused by this |3

The style of t-shirt I used to wear back them is actually a style of t-shirt he wears fairly frequently still, so I guess he does casual cosplay of me too in that way? 🤔 I don't think he's ever worn the exact color combo I did tho (red and black, haha). But we do matchy outfits a lot now =w=

Chansey - Who worries more if either one of you ends up in a hospital?

-BOTH of us would be worried, but definitely Soul TAT;; I've broken bones multiple times since we've been together and he was always super worried ;; Thankfully none of those hospital visits necessitated staying overnight, he absolutely would have slept on the floor lol.

Ditto - If someone tried to impersonate you or your F/O, how would you distinguish the two?

that's all I'm saying on that lmfao

Altaria - What’re yours and your F/O’s thoughts on cloud-gazing?

-Hm!  I don't think either of us feel one particular way about it :0 clouds are pretty and fun to look at, and if we're outside and bored we've both  pointed out clouds that look like funny things to each other, but it's  not something that either of us actively seek to do.

Jirachi - Would you or your F/O wish for anything?

-I'd wish for money ;; I know that's pretty materialistic but I'm a broke millennial that basically lives paycheck to paycheck lmfao - I don't want to be CRAZY rich, I just want enough for us both to be comfortable and not have to worry about things and be able to get treats for ourselves and our friends consistently...

Soul's not a very materialistic person, so I think he'd just wish for the continued strength to protect his loved ones.

Luvdisc - Who fell in love with whom first?

-Meeeeeeee .////////. I mused on this recently in other asks I think, but it wasn't love at first sight, rather interest at first sight that developed into love fairly quickly the more I got to know him. It was because I was trying to hang out with him more and get to know him that he got to know me too, and subsequently found himself developing feelings as well 💖

Stoutland - Any pets you own? Care to tell me a bit about them?

-We  have a black cat named Yutaka! He is a nasty beast boy whom we love  dearly. I am definitely the cat person between the two of us (having to  deal with Blair soured Soul on cats for a while lmfao but he's come around) and baby Yutaka more but Soul always gives him treats n   scritches and sometimes I've found them napping together and it's   adoooooorable TAT////////

Articuno - It’s snowing outside! Do you two play in the snow or stay inside and cuddle with warm drinks?

-STAY INSIDE AND CUDDLE LMAO - I do like cold weather and snow is very pretty but I like to observe it from the inside nowadays. Soul gets cold very easily so he's definitely inside snuggled up to me haha - he will also have a warm drink, but I do not like warm drinks, so I get warm by cuddling him u//v//u

Vanillite - What’s yours and your F/O’s favorite frozen desserts?

-We both like ice cream!!!! My favorite flavor is chocolate - and like, that includes any kind of chocolate, be it plain or with extra stuff in it like chocochips or shavings or brownies or cookie dough or....uh, yeah you get the idea |D

Soul's not a huge sweets person but he likes cinnamon or fruit flavors!

Bellossom - How do you two help each other fall asleep?

-The act of being next to each other in bed is already a big contributing factor to helping us fall asleep, but in case we're having trouble falling asleep:

Soul will often tickle my back and talk softly to me - it could be about anything, it's me falling asleep to his voice that helps. He also once wrote/played a really quick instrumental piano piece that he put on my iPod all sneaky like to help me fall asleep when I had a period of having really bad nightmares, so if I need an even EXTRA push he'll put that on for me ;/////;

I'll sing to Soul if he needs help falling asleep, and I will also tickle his back or play with his hair while I do so.

Jigglypuff - On a scale of one to ten (or tenouttaten), how much of a softie is your F/O towards you? (alt. how much of a softie are you towards them?)

-He's a tenouttaten of course! But in his own special Soul way - like, he's very good at being firm with me if I'm being unreasonable, so he doesn't coddle me. But he's very patient and gentle, and he never gets angry with me if I'm having a bad day because of my anxiety or depression, he's always just steadfastly next to me for as long as I need. We both know each other extremely well at this point, of course, so he'll often give me hugs or physical affection without me having to ask for it, because he can tell when I need it. But he'll also be playful and give me physical affection because HE wants it, coming up behind me when I'm cooking to hold me around the waist and rest his head on my shoulder, or surprising me by taking a shower with me and washing my hair for me. He's .//////. mmm. always so wonderful....

I am also of course a tenouttaten towards him sjgnlgngdg when I get affectionate I get AFFECTIONATE and very clingy and cuddly - my style of giving affection is a bit more "aggressive" than him, I guess? xD but again, we know each other and understand the way we each give affection so he takes all of it in stride - and let's be honest, it makes him very happy that I hype him up and call him cool and the best all the time =//w//=

Delibird - How fancy are you two when it comes to giving gifts?

-Not super fancy in the sense that we don't often get each other expensive stuff. Like, I don't wear a lot of jewelry and don't want expensive jewelry to begin with, so that's not something Soul often gets me - the only things he gets me with any regularity are earrings because I like them and he picks things that he think I'll like, not based on how expensive they are. That's critical for both of us, thinking about what would mean something to each other rather than the price tag - like, one of his favorite things I've gotten him was a little bell with a skull on it that's supposed to protect motorcycle riders, and he still has it on his motorcycle keychain! It wasn't an expensive gift, but it was meaningful to him, because it's connected to one of his hobbies and shows I was thinking about him. So...not fancy, but always thoughtful 💖

Blaziken - Do you or your F/O train often?

-Heeee does! He kind of has to lmao - he and Maka still go out on missions so he has to be in good physical condition to be ready for any sort of situation that might come up. I have gone on and off over the years in regards to working out regularly (anxiety and depression combo be a bitch lmao) but CURRENTLY I try to do some physical activity for at least 30 minutes a day. He comes on my walks with me!

Gardevoir - Has your F/O referred to you as “their princess/queen”? (or vice versa?)

-Noooooooo lmao that's not Soul's style at all |D I know I'm that IMPORTANT to him, of course, but he's never been one for many nicknames; his most often used one for me is "babe". I don't think I'd want him to call me princess or queen tbh, it would feel weird. I like being his babe //w//

I've never called him prince or king either for the record lmao.

Cherrim (Sunny Form) - If it’s a sunny day outside, do you go outside to spend time together or no?

-That  is entirely dependent on the temperature lmAO I hate the heat, so if  it's above, like, 75F (so like 24C) I will not willingly spend any kind  of time outside. But if it's not too hot, sure! As mentioned above we  like taking walks together so if the weather's nice and it's sunny we'll  take a walk together.

Wailord - Who’s taller, you or your F/O? What’s the height difference?

-Soul issssss a foot taller than me =w=b 💖 (that's around 33cm for my metric friends) Our height difference is v important to me I treasure it, can bury my face in his chest when we hug, I'm the perfect height for him to give me forehead kisses u///u

Chatot - Give me a song that sums up your self ship!

-I think...a tie between Alone Together by FOB and Felidae by Hiroyuki Sawano. Alone Together just felt like our song from since the first time I heard it, same thing with Felidae. We have two playlists (one "normal" one, one strictly for Black Room songs) and a LOT of music is important to us (naturally), but those two songs are special.

Munchlax - What’s one food that both of you refuse to eat?

-Hmm! That's a good question...I refuse to eat a lot of things, I have a lot of texture issues ;; He is far less picky and eats pretty much anything! But something both of us refuse to eat...maybe...zucchini? I don't think either of us like zucchini |D

Shaymin - Have you or your F/O expressed gratitude? How so?

-Oh man all the time! We are both extremely grateful for each other. I express gratitude by doing extra things for Soul, like getting him a present just because or making his favorite thing for dinner. He does those things too, but he'll also take care of things for me, like if I'm too tired to clean but the apartment really needs it he'll take care of it without asking for help, or if I'm tired he'll carry me to bed without asking. We both always watch out for each other 💖

Victini - How do you two motivate each other to do stuff?

-Lotta pep talks! Soul especially is very good at this - I get in my own head A. LOT and he is very good at being objective/taking a step back and helping me work through things when I'm having a tough time or need a little extra push to do things. I'll motivate Soul if he needs it with lil rewards as well - not physical stuff, but like "if you do these chores when you're done we'll hang out/I'll make you a snack/rub your shoulders", stuff like that haha.

[thesoulesscollection]

I wish you would write a fic where Quentin learned to love himself 🥺

Heya, I love this request 'cause I put this grumpy man through so much stuff it's unbelievable. 

Down below the one-shot, consist of self deprecation, body image issues but some hurt/comfort & supportive partner Hershell Panzer cause I needed to write about my fav pair, Grumpy Old Men

Self love has never come easy for Quentin from then to even now. Back when he was a younger, more agile man he was able to pull off a confident front. Now in his forties, feeling both incompetent and undesirable, he knows in bitterly grim acceptance he's gotten old. Far from what once was in the good days, trim with lean muscle is gone, so he outright loathes putting any serious effort in his appearance unless mandatory for his job. Of course, he's far from a lazy slob since he does have some respect for himself in all seriousness, he keeps up in his looks. 

It was just that he can't find himself to care anymore what he looks like from outsiders looking in. His outfits were plain, in simple one-colors and in his aggravation clung to the wrong spots, where only his worn, drab leather jacket helps him feel better. Again, who in the entire world is willing enough to take a second glance at him, maybe gawk and then whisper miserable truths to one another. How he was a despicable mess rotten to the core from the inside out, way too traumatized to handle, with ugly habits to cope with the trouble he caused solely on his own. So stuck in a restless state of self deprecating turmoil; there's no way to change it, he acknowledged, as he didn't deserve anything good. 

"This is ridiculous. I don't know why you're doing this" Quentin snaps, already feeling his blood boil where his craving to pull out a cigarette was phenomenally high, "And I'm in no mood to be annoyed and babied by you"  

The thick, muscled arms around his rotund middle further tightened as the bear hug on him hadn't the intention to ever let him go.  

"Honey pot. There's no need to be grumpy here. I'm just checking up on you" Hershell somehow says it so light heartedly, gravel voice chipper it would've irritated him if it's someone else but with the man his heart flutters. 

"Hersh" 

Pinching the bridge of his nose, breathing deeply before his black eyes bore up at the man though the other appears to be unbothered by the harsh tactic. 

"You look nice. Always do but you don't need me saying that?" Hershell chuckles, resting his head on Quentin's shoulder when nudging them towards a certain spot. 

"Again, is any of this necessary? Cause I feel like it's not and I've got better things to be doing with my damn time" 

"Don't be such a sour puss. I'm trying to give you compliments here"

Exhaling a drawn-out deep sigh through gritted teeth Quentin lit up the cigarette between thick fingers and brought it up to his pursed mouth. He could care less if it affects his health for the worse, he's been doing that for years already so why bother to change it now. Or at the very least, stop before the air will attract a musty smell that would push anyone sensible far away. So with a shaky inhale, as lungs slowly fill up with the toxic smoke, he stares off at the distance, "In front of the mirror?" Whatever Hershell was trying to get at he didn't want a part of, "... I really don't want to hear it. So just leave me alone"  

"Not happening, grumpy. Under the direct orders from the major here you need some tender love and care and I'll be the one to give it to you" 

Soon they stood in front of the body length mirror, feeling uneasy Quentin cuts in like a blunt knife, "Under orders, huh. That's a load of bullshit" 

"C'mon now. I've seen how you've been lately…"

"Like what?" He growls in irritation. 

"Like you've been tired lately. Depressed"

A futile attempt to not show his frustrations was shown anyways as he rolled his eyes anyways where the other simply continued on. 

"And I feel like I don't tell you how much I love you. So here I'm gonna compliment you to my heart's desire and with this mirror, you'll see what I see" 

Quentin was openly grimacing at the idea given and when he was going to detest so until Hershell interrupts midway, "I don't think this is necce-"

"For one, you're extremely handsome, so strongly resilient and charismatic" Hershell commented, slyly planting a soft yet deep kiss on the neck near the shoulder and pulling back with a loud pop to entice a startled squeaky reaction.

"That's all?"

"Nope. Far from done, baby. You know me, I love spoiling my dear," A gruff grunt from Quentin pushed the man to go on, "Black eyes that remind me of the night sky I can get lost in. A voice so soothing it lures me to ease" 

"You're sounding awfully ridiculous right now. You know that?" 

Another kiss, this one had been raised up to his cheek, leaving Quentin to feel warm under the collar, "You know it's true. I love every part about you" 

Then forcing the inner strength to stare at his own reflection which Quentin was far from impressed. 

"I don't know what you're seeing. I look awful. Shitty and ugly even" 

"Quentin" 

When made to turn around thankfully away from the mirror he stared up at his partner who appeared disturbed, almost close to being upset. 

"You know that's not true" Rubbing at his sides with dry, calloused hands and going to squeeze the protruding squish, Hershell stares longingly with passion. "Is this what has been on your mind lately?" 

"... Maybe. I feel old and useless" Quentin attempted to glance somewhere else when the man ahead firmly kept him in place. 

"I'm older than you?" 

"You still got it together. That's the issue. I don't. I'm past my prime and that grates me" 

Hershell softened his expression, "We all get old and sometimes we aren't what we used to be. But that's okay. Nothing will ever stop me from loving you either" 

As Quentin was about to say something, a snarky insult perhaps, his mouth snapped shut where the words instantly left him in an instant. 

"I love you for you. That won't change as we're in this together" With a repressed sigh Quentin didn't break into a smile, still feeling uncertain though he leaned into the other man for comfort, "You know me. I'm a stubborn old man who won't quit since you're far too addictive" 

"You're insufferable… I guess that's what I like about you too" He murmured, now gaining the needed confidence and he's getting touch starved taking a glance up with slightly pursed lips. 

"Awe, I see. You can't get enough, I know it" Then bending down Hershell, grinning deviously as he went to press a kiss on Quentin's lips. "And stubborn as you are you better remember you're loved"

[yup-thats-me]

Flower Fields - Timothée Chalamet x Reader

pairing: Timothee Chalamet X Reader

summary: Timmy takes you to a flower field where you make him a flower crown

warning: Flowers, a cutie of a Timothee Chalamet, and a large fluff ball, oh and a swear word :)) and a couple of pictures :)

"Timmy I'm bored", you shouted from the balcony.

Timmy was in the living room, with his phone out. You were bored. The two of you hadn't been out for a week because of the weather. It was clear in a minute and the next it'd be raining. It'd also rain without any warning. But today, the sky was clear from the morning. And hopefully, it'll stay that way.

Tim came out of the living room into the balcony, placed a kiss on you forehead. "What do you wanna do, mon angé?" He picked you up by the waist, sat himself on your seat and placed you down on his lap.

"I don't know!" You said with a dramatic sigh. Tim seemed to think for a minute, meanwhile you were playing with his curls.

"Okay Amour, go on put a floral dress" Timmy exclaimed with a smile. "Alrighty, lil' Timmy" you giggled.and quickly pecked his lips. Jumping out of his lap, you raced to your room to get ready. On your way, you could hear Timothée laughing loudly

After about thirty minutes, you were ready to go wherever you'll go. Searching for Timmy, you looked around the enormous house you're able to say that it belonged to both you and Timothée.

"Timmy, where are you?" You called out for him. Then out of nowhere, Timothée picked you up but the waist from behind, and spin you in circles. You couldn't help the surprised squeal that erupted from your lips.

"God Timmy! You scared me!" You playfully hit his arms. "Sorry, Angé. You look so beautiful," he replied with a cheeky smile.

You had chose to wear a simple white A-line dress with flowers embroidered on it (in your fav color :))Timothee had worn a black t-shirt with his red jacket and a little Eiffel tower pendant and looked adorable.

"So, where we're going?" You asked as he opened the car door for you. "You'll see", Tim chuckled. Seating on the driver's seat, he was holding your hand with one hand at the wheel.

The city looked amazing today. The sky was clear with a number of clouds. People were out today. All enjoyed the good weather. The car played songs from your phone and the first song was 'Statistics' by him. Both of you immediately recognized the melody, a you began to grin from ear to ear. Timothee, however, his face was as red as a rose. When the verse began, you were laughing hysterically.

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME, MON AMOUR?" he screamed at you playfully. "YOU KNOW I LOVE LIL TIMMY TIM MORE THAN YOU!" you exclaimed with same amount of enthusiasm. Tim just shook his head and laughed at you.

When you were 15 minutes into the drive, Timmy pulled over an emty road and spoke up, "Okay, Y/n. I'm gonna blindfold you", he stated. You looked at him confused, "Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Timmy?" you whined. "So that, my cherie couldn't go to where we're going alone. That way, you'll always ask me to take you there. And I'll be honored anytime you ask", he smiled at you.

You wobbled your head and just smiled at his childish nature. "Okay, I trust you enough that you'll not just push me down a cliff or something", you grinned at him. "You know, Y/n, I can't do anything bad to you even in my dreams", he softly smile, tucking a strand of hair from your face behind your ear. "I know that silly". You pulled him in for a sweet kiss. The kiss was sweet yet passionate. Parting from the kiss, Tim leaned towards the backseats and pulled out a silken cloth to blindfold you.

"I'm done, mon ange," he placed a kiss to your temples. You nodded your head. After blindfolding you, he drove for another 5 minutes, and the there were many turns. Even if you wanted to go to this place alone, you couldn't. Although you don't ever want to.

When the car halted, Timmy got out and opened the for you. Holding your hand, he guided you out the car. "Are you ready, mon ange?" he asked. You violently shook your head causing him to chukle.

The moment the blindfold was removed form your eyes, you had a tiny bit difficulty to adjust to the sight. When you could make out what was in front of you, your jaw fell slacked.

TWIn front of you was a broad meadow filled with different kinds pf flowers. "How...did you...find this place, timmy?" you asked. You felt speechless. "I have my ways," he answered scratching the back of his neck. You turned around quickly and jumped at Timothee full-force. Wrapping your legs around his waist you pulled him by his neck for a smearing kiss. You just couldn't stop the urge to kiss him.

When your lips separated from the other's, you rested your head on his forehead. "You're wonderful Timothee Chalamet", you whispered. "You're more wonderful, Y/n L/n" Tim laughed, putting you down on the ground.

"Catch me if you can, Timmy boy," you screamed as you started to run away from him. Tim laughed at you and began to run after you, "Oh, you can't runaway from me, Mon Amour."

The chase between the two of lasted for twenty minutes. Being a little shorter than Tim, he was able to catch up with you quickly for his long legs. Running wildly through the meadow, you stumbled across a vine on the ground from a plant, and fell. You didn't get hurt, but a idea crossed your mind. You were on the ground and the flowers along with the bushes were long enough to hide you from Timothee's sigh. You crawled to where he was. You wrapped your arms around his legs and pulled him down with you.

Laughing hysterically, you looked at Tim. "I got you, Tim" you said cheerily. "You caught me cause I let you, mon ange," he pouted in defense.

"Alright, now what shall we do?" he questioned. You'd already planned out what you both will do. "OK so, we'll be going different paths and make something out of flowers or anything you find. How does it sound?' you asked for clarification. "Wonderful. Like you." he smiled. Tim got up and offered his hand for you. Gladly, you took his hand with a warm smile.

"So, this is where we part. Y/n, I want you to know that I'm so grateful to life itself because it showed me a path to you. I also wanna say that the last four years of my life, that I spent with you beside me? were the best years of my whole life," Timothee exclaimed dramatically. You had to stifle your laugh till he was done. "Ok. Timothee Hal Chalamet, stop being dramatic for a fucking second", you laughed. Tim pretended to be shock. "Mon Amour, you're forgetting I'm an actor", he smirked. "You too forgot I'm also an actress, Chalamet", you giggled. "Ok stop. Meet me right here after forty minutes", you commanded. "Yes ma'am", he replied.

Parting ways, you pecked his cheek for the last time before you two went to do the assigned work. What should I make? you asked yourself. Looking around the meadow, the perfect idea came to your mind. A flower crown. It'll look best on him.

You wandered about the meadow searching for flowers with long stems. After collecting a whole lot of flowers, you sat down on the ground and started to work on the crown. Placing the flowers over each other, you looped them through the other, tying them together. Placing another to the flowers, you did the same. After doing the same process o all the flowers, you looked at your wrist watch. Forty minutes had already passed. Walking back to where you told him, you saw Timothee sitting cross-legged on the grass, waiting for you.

You ran to him. "Wow, I'm impressed Timmy you're on time. You're always the one to be late for our dates," you smirked. "Oh, do shut up, please," he laughed. "Ready to reveal?" you asked him. "Always," he smiled.

"Me first", you said enthusiastically. He laughed. Bringing the flower crown from behind your back, Tim was tongue-tied.

The crown was beautiful. White, blue, pink, red, peach, yellow all the colors were there. "You like it?" you asked him nervously. "Like it? Mon amour, I LOVE it", he said, you smiled at him. Placing the crown on his head, he looked a literal Greek God. "You literally look like a Greek God, Timothee," you gasped. "You're more beautiful, Y/n" he smiled.

"Now my turn", he exclaimed.

He presented the bouquet to you. You were grinning widely even before it was in your hands. "Before you even aske, let me tell you, this looks beautiful, Timmy," you cried. "I'm glad you like it."

~time skip~

"I think we should go back", Tim suggested. You both were in the meadow for nearly three hours now, the Sun was beginning to set. "Yeah," you yawned.

You were leaning on Timmy during the walk toward the car, with the bouquet in your hands. Timmy had also kept the crown on him, never for once taking it off.

The car ride was filled with you yawning constantly, and Timmy smiling at you like a lovesick fool. He was lovesick for you. You were already passed out on the passenger seat. When you arrive at your house, he carried you bridal style. Although you were sleeping, you had a tight hold on the bouquet.

Stepping in the house, he placed you gently on the bed. He carefully took the bouquet from your hands and placed them in the vase. He also changed you to comfortable clothes, and changed himself. Slipping in the covers beside you, you pushed yourself back to his chest. The next few hours spent cuddling and sleeping.

[pjobroadwayslut14]

richie tozier for the ask game!

a song that reminds me of them: don’t you by the simple minds or simple joys from pippin >:)

what they smell like: i wanna say some like masculine cologne or whatever but in reality i think he smells like shitty coconut scented shampoo from the dollar store

an otp: you mean THE otp?? REDDIE, OBVIOUSLY

a notp: romantic bevchie or the connor bowers ship name, can’t be bothered to look it up. just- no, absolutely not

fav platonic/familial relationships: PLATONIC bevchie and stozier, but also richie and ben have such a soft spot in my heart tbh

popular headcanon i disagree with: i don’t like stoner richie at all. i don’t know why, i just hate it so much

the position they sleep in: definitely fucking starfish on his back, gangly mf

a crossover au id love to see them in: i think richie as one of the greasers in the outsiders would fuck

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: it’s gotta be the classic jade of the orient fit with the leather jacket and yellow button down

thanks so much for the ask!! :DDD

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - May 23

Happy Sunday!! Here’s what I’ve been reading this week. As always, leave your fic authors some love if you read and enjoy their stories! 

**Indicates my recent favs 

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**Are We Satellites? by starvels(dinosaur) (Marvel 616/29k) 

In between sunrises on the road, Steve is speaking, eating, stepping into diners to save people like coming back to his childhood home.

And Tony, Tony is watching him. Tony is relearning being awake.

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A cross country roadtrip where Steve and Tony find the typical American town, a fuckton of trees and finally, finally, find the right questions to ask each other.

All The Love You Hold and Hide by Mireille (Sex Pollen/17k) 

On a mission, Steve triggers a booby trap that turns out to be a skeevy sex curse, of the "fuck or die" variety.

Tony volunteers as tribute.

No Time For Losers by gottalovev (Hockey AU/25K) 

Tony Stark: Playboy. Millionaire. Philanthropist. Hockey superstar.

(featuring among other things an unexpected trade, learning to get along with new teammates, pining, the Olympics, and a happy ever after)

**King of Infinite Space by Elspethdixon, Seanchai (Avenger s 616/37k) 

A villain from Tony's past comes back to cause trouble for the Avengers. Maybe it wouldn't have been so easy, if things weren't already so awkward over the events of Execute Program.

**A Real Boy by Sineala (AI Tony Stark/11K) 

When Steve shows up for the Avengers' team meeting, he quickly discovers that the version of Tony in attendance this week is the artificial intelligence. But Tony is still Tony, the man Steve has loved for years, and him being a hologram doesn't stop the two of them from falling for each other. They just have a few kinks to work out.

If the Jacket Fits by betheflame (No Powers AU/3.3K) 

Steve finds a stranger in a park having a panic attack and gives him his jacket to keep warm as he calms down.

Tony falls for the stranger who gave him his coat during a panic attack, but finding "Steve from Brooklyn" isn't exactly easy.

Good thing Tony is a stubborn weirdo.

Bold of Spirit by hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes) (Mediveal AU/7.7K) 

"Are you listening? Or are you just an idiot?”

"Listen here. I have half a dozen blades to finish tempering and two more sets of plate armor to finish adjusting before the morning, and you think I have time to work on an unknown sword with an unknown alloy for someone that doesn't even know my prices? You may be a Titan, but you're still mortal just like the rest of us. You can wait your damn turn."

Blacksmith Tony Stark is the best in the business, and he doesn't take well to being talked down to. When what should have been a single job for a passing Titan becomes something more, his whole life gets turned upside down.

**even if the brain has forgotten, perhaps the teeth remember (or the fingers) by theappleppielifestyle (Amnesia/8.9k) 

Tony gets temporary amnesia.

Some things are clearer without his preconceptions dragging him down.

To Here, in the New by salable_mystic, shipperslist (Amnesia Hurt Comfort/6.8k) 

To Steve, getting seriously hurt on a mission is nothing new, neither is taking ages to heal. But having this nagging feeling of something being fundamentally missing?

That’s new.

A Cap/IronMan RBB fic.

There's A History Between Us (and people think it's mine) by IamShadow21 (Amnesia/4.5k) 

A moment is all it takes to open up the box and confirm his suspicion.

“I think you're right, Cap,” Tony says. “This isn't my area.”

Appraise Valuable Assets -> Launch Opportune Navigation (AVALON) by gottalovev (AVALON Protocol/6k) 

The plan was that no one but Tony would know about the AVALON protocol until it was needed. Steve finds out and he's pissed.

bears and mountains and lumberjack oh my! By justanotherrollingstony (Lumberjack AU/24K) 

It was supposed to be easy--go meet the reclusive artist and buy some art. And then came the broken down car. And the snowstorm. And the lumberjack with a face like a greek god. So yea, Tony is stuck in a cabin in the woods with a hot lumberjack till the storm clears. Could be worse.

a day in principal stark's office by nannersmelo (Teacher AU/10K) 

Tony Stark has his hands full with not only Stark Industries, but also his beloved mother's life project: The Maria Stark Academy, and as he enters his office in order to deal with a ferocious mother whose son was apparently assaulted by one of his brightest students, he was sure this day would culminate in nothing but a heinous headache.

Little did he know - he was in for one hell of a surprise.

a rat-ional conclusion by BladeoftheNebula (Vet AU/6K)

He had a strong flurry of patients throughout the morning and by the time it rolled around to noon, he was just about worn out. 

He walked out into the reception, stretching until he felt a satisfying pop. “Are we done?”

Bucky checked the screen. “Just about. One more before lunch - a rat, singular.”

Steve breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully straight forward then. “Great, let me know when they-”

He was interrupted by the bell over the door and looked up to see a little girl cradling a small animal carrier, being shepherded through the door by easily one of the hottest men he’d ever seen in real life.

Oh wow.

Come on Closer by Epiphanyx7 (PWP/4K) 

[[... porn.]]

Or, the one where Steve wants to talk to Tony about something important.

Modern Art by FestiveFerret (MCU/ 1K) 

Steve finally worked up the courage to ask Tony out, only to find out that Tony has a crush on someone else.

**I’ll Take Care of You by iam93percentstardust (Established Relationship/1.2k) 

Steve finally lets Tony do a skincare routine on him.

[drunkjaked]

what are your fav enha looks ?

this is so long im sorry in advance but short answer:

heeseung: cdtv upper side dreamin xmas perf.

jay: cdtv upper side dreamin xmas perf. / blessed-cursed dance practice / jay w green in his hair

jake: 29.04.21 not for sale @ m countdown

sunghoon: blessed-cursed dance practice / 20.01.22 blessed-cursed @ m countdown

very long answer under the cut ! 💕⭐️💕⭐️💌🫀

OH MY GOD this omg i was thinking about this yesterday during my daily rewatch of their CDTV! christmas upper side dreamin performance (which is my 3rd favourite performance of anything ever) omds.. and heeseung on that day. that is the peak of heeseung and his career which is saying a lot because he is always perfect but oh my fucking days the hair the outfit everything he just looks so sweet and cosy that is my favourite heeseung in the world

my favourite jay look.. hmm i haven't really thought too much about this but any time he had the green in his hair.. that was.. that was just crazy he's so foul and disgusting for that.

honourable mention to cdtvusdxmas performance jay who was also outrageous.. something was in the air that day..

AND blessed-cursed dance practice jay.. the chrome hearts pants??? only a man that wanted to be with me would dress like that.. but on a serious note the chrome hearts pants are so perfect on him literally made to be worn by him he is everything. the varsity jacket and the chunky chain? yeah, he's crushing it.

favourite jake look.. next question. GASP I JUST REMEMBERED. okay this jake in the not for sale performance for mcountdown on apr 29 2021.., i think this is my favourite outfit i've ever seen jake wear.. everything about jake was perfect on this day and the only thing i would change about him on that day would be his relationship status from wtv it was then to my boyfriend. i think about this jake look in my sleep in my daily activities in all aspects of my life i am nothing if not an APR292021NFSJAKE thinker. ohh my days he's perfect this outfit the hair the face the smile the song the performance jake is perfect perfect perfect. sigh. and i don’t normally like mcqueen’s but he’s killing it he did perfect.

border carnival jake was just different and i'm so sad i didn't get to experience it in real time but im glad i don't have to wait for content to come out.. it's okay. the universe knew i wasn't ready for him back then. twt thread of pics of him during this performance.

favourite sunghoon look ... hmm i have no idea atm give me some time. some honourable mentions are blessed-cursed dance practice hoon.. that outfit that hair that sunghoon changed the trajectory of my life the AJ1s he is sick.

tbf though .. even though the colourway works w the rest of the outfit it's not my favourite - but the silhouette fits the outfit so nice (to me) and i love the shoe sm that idrc

also kim possible sunghoon was breathtaking those prada looks were to die for. (blessed-cursed mcountdown performance)

and those are some of my favourite enhypen 01-02 line outfits.. there are for sure more but these are the ones that came to mind when i read your ask, i really love talking fashion and clothes so this was a lot of fun.. i love that i said i couldn't think of anything for jay and then gave 3 diff answers.. anyways ! i hope u enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!

[holylulusworld]

My Omega

Summary: Sold to an alpha you don’t know what will happen to you – you didn’t expect the turn your life will take…

Pairing: Alpha!John x Omega!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Jody Mills

Warnings: Apocalypse World, angst, human trafficking, language, tension, true mates, scenting, shitty father, comforting, fluff, scenting, innocent reader, age gap, smut, unprotected sex, claiming, knotting

A/N: Part 2/2

Sequel to: My beta

Divider by @writeyourmindaway​

You sneak closer to John, carefully draping one leg over his thigh before you rest your head onto his chest. The alpha smirks, letting you explore his body believing he’s still asleep.

It’s the first time you are close to an alpha for longer than a few minutes and John is different from the grumpy and aggressive ones you met before. He smells like warm summer rain, wood, and something earthy, his skin is warm and when you are close to him, your heart always seems to skip a beat.

“Alpha,” placing one hand onto his heart you snuggle into his chest, sighing deeply at the warm feeling spreading in your belly. “John…”

“I’ve got you ‘mega,” John purrs, watching you fall asleep on top of him. “It’s all good now. This world is rotten and burned, but there is still hope. We brought Lucifer down, I’ll be damned if we do not defeat those bastards calling themselves our leaders too.” Warmth fills John’s chest when you wrap your arms around him to hold tight onto the tall alpha.

“This is all new to her, okay. Give her a chance to settle in. It’s only been a week since John brought her here. The poor girl got chained up by her father,” Cassie scolds as one of the other omegas tried to choo you away.

“I can ask Jess if she needs help, Cassie. No need to fight for me. If I’m not welcome, I’ll leave,” you swallow your pride, nodding at Cassie who watches you run off to hide in John’s room.

“Great job, Lisa. I got no clue what your fucking problem is but you just scared off John Winchester's true mate,” Cassie jerks her head toward John, pressing her lips into a thin line. “The poor girl went through enough shit. I hope you are happy now.”

“What’s all the fuzz about?” John looks for you, worriedly glancing at his daughter-in-law. “Where is Y/N? I thought she finally got brave enough to come outside.”

“She did John but Lisa over here had to harass her. I don’t think she’ll leave your room anytime soon, sorry,” Cassie sighs, watching John’s face contort in anger. “Let me handle Lisa, you should talk to Y/N.”

“Cassie, you’re one of my two fav daughters-in-law,” John grins, giving Cassie a wink as she rolls her eyes. “John, you only got two.”

“As I said…”

“Doll?” curled into a ball you hide underneath John’s blanket. “I’m sorry Lisa was unfriendly. What did she say, Y/N?” you do not answer, simply hide your face in the cushions. “I expect you to answer your alpha when he asks you a question.” Voice deeper, demanding now John watches you poke your head out from underneath the blanket.

“She said you only keep me around as long as your knot wants me,” you mumble, feeling your cheeks grow hot. “I said we never…and then,” choking on your words you throw yourself at John, hiding your face in his neck, “she said if you didn’t fuck me so far it’s as I’m an ugly rat.”

Shushing you John brings you into his arms, let you straddle his lap. “Can you feel this press against you? That’s my body telling you I want you more than anything else. I’m just not someone taking advantage of you in your situation. If not, I would’ve knotted, claimed, and marked you that first night.”

You gasp, feeling something twitch against you. “Is that your knot?” John pecks your forehead, smiling at your question. “I don’t know much about alphas. My mom died before she could explain things to me and father, well, he preferred to ignore me.”

“It’s my, Jesus, this is embarrassing but I’ll try to explain anything you want to know,” you giggle, looking up at John, mischief in your eyes.

“You should see your flushed face, alpha.” John’s eyes narrow when you batt your eyelashes. “I tricked you good.”

“You little shit,” humming you wrap your arms around John’s neck, pecking his lips. “So, what do you know about alphas?”

“I know you’ve got a big knot,” John smirks when you slip one under his shirt to feel his skin. “I can feel it,” breathing the words against his lips you shiver as his hands caress your back.

“What else?” you moan when one hand wanders underneath your shirt to draw slow circles into your skin. “Omega?”

“I know how knotting works, but I never,” nervously chewing on your lower lip you glance up at John. “I mean, do you want to be my first, alpha?”

“I swear,” panting heavily John looks at your lips, groaning when you slowly grind against him, “if you don’t stop, I’ll make you mine right now.”

“Alpha,” your hands grasp for his shoulders, your lips crash against John’s when a knock destroys the moment. “No, not now…”

“Yes, who is it?” John clears his throat, watching you tug at his shirt, desperate to feel more of his skin. “I hope it’s important cause you just…”

“Dad, we should talk about Y/N’s father. Obviously, he got wind she’s omega and wants her back,” you go stiff on John’s lap, looking at him with wide, fearful eyes.

“No one gets my omega,” John purrs, holding you close to his chest. “I promise, he’ll not get you back. You’re mine, doll…”

“I told you it was a mistake to bring that girl here,” Lisa spats, glaring at you hide behind John’s back. “An unclaimed omega who belongs to someone else.”

“I belong to no one,” lips pursed you glare at Lisa, holding tight onto John’s jacket for dear life. “My father sold me to John, he was the one breaking the law, not John nor me.”

“True,” the ‘marshal’, one of the few people who tries to defend justice in a desolated world nods at John. “Mr. Y/L/N said you stole his omega daughter but according to the contract he signed you bought her.”

“He offered her to me. I was there to buy a dog. It was Mr. Y/L/N who offered me his daughter, the girl I call mine since then,” John’s face remains stoic when the ‘marshal’ steps closer to have a look at you.

“According to the papers he sold you a beta, that’s an omega,” shrugging John looks at marshal who knows your alpha knew you’re not a beta. “So, she presented late, Sir?”

“I think so,” John smirks now, looking at your father. “Underneath the dirt, the worn-out clothes, and bruises I could barely make out a girl. I had to feed, bathe, and clothe her first.”

“I can see no crime here, Sir. Mr. Winchester legally bought your daughter after you offered her to him. It’s not his fault you didn’t know she’s omega. If you would excuse me now, I must take care of a fight over a cow two towns away,” the marshal lifts her head, giving John a wink. “Have a great day, Sir, miss…”

“She’s my daughter, you must do something,” your father grunts. “Sir, I must ask you to leave Mr. Winchester's ground. You sold the girl, according to the law she belongs to Mr. Winchester now. Nothing I can do about it. I suggest you leave and do not come back,” the marshal leads your father away, whilst you weakly fall against John’s back.

“He’s gone, doll. Don’t worry, Y/N. I know marshal Mills for ages. She’s tough, hard but has a soft heart for the resistance. No one would ever dare to act against her order,” you nod, still you grasp for John’s hand to feel safe. “I’ll bring you back to our room.”

“Calm omega,” John whispers, gently stroking your hair. “Jesus, you are still shaking. I told you marshal Mills brought your father back home. She will make sure he’ll never come back.”

“I’m still scared, alpha. He was furious that I hid my presentation from him, John. What if he comes back in the middle of the night to take me away?” now the alpha’s features darken, and you find yourself pinned underneath him.

“You’re mine,” he snarls, glancing at your neck. “I will mark this neck, make you mine forever. You’ll be full of pups soon and no one will keep me from doing so,” your eyes glow feeling John on top of you.

Instinctively you bare your neck, grant him access to your mating gland to graze it with his teeth. You’re panting heavily, whining when he settles between your legs, pressing his clothed erection against your core.

“John,” you grind against him, reaching out for his neck to bring him down for a not that innocent kiss. “I want you.”

“Y/N, let me,” John groans when your hands wander to his ass to squeeze it tightly. “If you don’t stop, I’ll lose control.”

“Please, I want you,” you tug at his pants, looking up at John with doe eyes. “I feel so hot and wet down there.”

“You’re slicking for me, omega,” he’s kissing your neck, moaning when you spread your legs to let him slip one hand into your panties. “God, you’re dripping for me, darling.”

“For you, alpha,” panting you wrap your arms around his neck. “Only you, John. I wanna feel your knot.”

“Has this something to do with the things Lisa said?” you shake your head, sniffling as John believes you only want him to prove Lisa was wrong. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He’s leaving open-mouthed kisses along your neck, nibbling at your mating gland when you fist his hair.

“No, I want you. Please…make me yours, John,” you whine, desperate to feel a connection to the elder alpha. “Please.”

“You sure? I’m still elder and I already had a mate. If you want someone else,” you press your lips to his mouth, swallowing his doubts. “Guess this means you want this old man.”

“You’re not old, alpha,” grinning John looks at you before his face buries into your neck. He’s inhaling your scent deeply, moaning as you tilt your head in submission. “You more experienced is all.”

“A nice way to call me old, doll,” you snicker feeling his lips press against your skin, leaving wet trails on his way to your collarbone. “I’ll make you feel so good…”

“I can’t guarantee he will not come back with more men,” Jody sighs, looking around John’s base camp as he likes to call the huge farm his family calls their home. “I told him the contract is legal, anything else is not in my hands.”

“Marshal Mills, we know you are one of the most reliable people out there, if not for you…” Jody nods, sadly glancing at Sam who still fights with the aftermath of Lucifer’s possession.

“I’m glad we could save Sam and ban that bastard before he could burn the other half of the planet. Sadly we have to live with the consequences of his doings,” Jody gives Dean a cracked smile.

“It’s a long way until we can call this world ours again, but we are working on it. Michael is still out there, waiting for his chance,” Dean’s voice cracks. He’s not meeting Jody’s eyes, prefers to look into the distance. “Maybe I should’ve said yes back then…”

“Look at you,” John purrs, crawling up your body. Your hand trembles when you slide it over his chest, caressing the scars on his skin. “Such a beautiful omega in this rotten world. Pure, innocent and still, a feisty brat,” you giggle when John wraps his lips around one nipple, sucking greedily at the hardening bud.

“You’re so strong, alpha,” he’s hovering over you, a soft smile on his lips. John didn’t look at a woman that way since Mary passed ages ago. “Something wrong?”

“No, Y/N,” he pecks your lips, smiling when you close your eyes the moment his fingers touch your exposed sex. “You’re such a sight, baby girl.”

Your body moves on it’s one, greedily grinds against your alpha’s fingers. Something blooms in your core, let your toes curl with every swipe of his thumb over your clit. Eyes darken you watch John grips his cock to tease your folds.

“I want to present for you, alpha,” you want to roll onto your stomach, want to be an obedient omega but John shakes his head pinning you down with one hand on your hips. “Alpha?”

“I need to see your face when I shove my knot into this tight little cunt,” you whine at his words, eagerly spreading your legs. Your eyes dart between John’s face and his erection. There is a moment of hesitation before a snarl leaves his lips. “Gonna make you mine.”

You don’t know if it’s a promise or a threat, but it doesn’t matter to you, not when the tip slips in and you feel his velvet skin against your walls. Your eyes roll back feeling the pressure built with every inch John shoves into your body.

Hands fly to his biceps when he growls low in his throat, snapping his hips forward to bottom out.

“God,” he throws his head back, tries anything to distract his body from the way your walls grip him tightly, “don’t make me lose it too soon, doll.”

“I’m not doing…,” you pant, experimentally tilting your hips, “anything,” looking at your sex you giggle. John is flush against you, there is no space, and you wonder how it will feel when he starts to move.

“I can feel your body relax,” John wraps his arms around your body. His lips claim yours when you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. “You’re made for me, omega.”

“I trust you, John,” purring the words against his lips you gasp as his hips slowly start to move. The drag of his cock against your inner walls is something you never felt before and the pressure in your belly grows with every precise thrust.

“Alpha,” your low wails urge John on, let him lose all control when he starts to slam his hips against yours. Whimpers turn into cries feeling the knot in your belly tighten. “Something, oh-there is,” you wrap your arms around his back, dig your nails deep into his flesh when the knot burst open and you writhe on his twitching length. “Knot me…”

“Y/N,” John curses, pulling out to flip you onto your belly. He’s on you in a blink to raise your butt, sliding right back in. “Need to knot you.” The alpha possessively ruts into you, grips your shoulders to get impossible faster.

“John,” your eyes widen when John shoves something thicker into your body with every thrust. His knot spreads you wider, forces you to keen as he pushes your head down, fisting your hair to tilt it. ‘Mine’ roars through the room before his teeth sink into your neck.

Cries erupt from your lips whilst your body tries to accommodate his expanding knot.

John groans when his cum floats your belly. “Mine, my omega…” He laps at the mark he left, soothing the slight sting with his tongue.

“How do you feel?” nuzzling your neck John purrs when you sigh sleepily. “Y/N, did I hurt you? Do you need anything?”

“I feel good, no…it’s more like I’m complete, if that makes sense,” you lean into John’s embrace, closing your eyes when he gently strokes your skin.

“We are one now, doll. Our bond will strengthen and there is nothing anyone can do against it. You’re mine as much as I’m yours,” your alpha whispers.

“I like the sound of it, alpha…I like it very much…”

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[wifeylouis]

Hi!

I really enjoyed your post on Louis’ fashion! Do you think you could show some of your favorite pieces? Love your blog. Thank you.

Hello!! im glad u like my blog even tho im not very active heh and Louis’ fashion is one of my fav things to talk abt so thank u for this ask dfiojdkf an excuse to rant abt louis and his impeccable taste :D 

i generally love...EVERYTHING louis wears in pap pics and when hes not being styled by someone else, txf era was probs one of my fav fashion eras of his and i absolutely LOVE his shoe collection, a DREAM for someone like me whod choose a pair of fresh trainers over... nearly anything else lmfao but here we go ill show u my fav pieces that i can find on ltfa (my source of fashion inspo)  xx 

my fav tracksuit from louis. his mind amazes me the way he paired kappa with mastermind and it flows so seamlessly as if its a coord BC HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING WITH THOSE SIDE STRIP LOGOS LIKE???!?!?!?! BIG BRAINS ONLY! hes just so fkn creative with the way he puts stuff together its never throwing random shit on its always a meticulously detailed outfit

this toweling/teddy half zip. need i say more? the burberry logo is SO FKN COOL ugh i love all his burberry pieces i love how loyal he is to certain designers like stella, burberry, ami paris, mastermind hes got so many of their pieces hes so cute i bet he buys the entire collection if he likes one piece fjdkfsh

see also this polo fleece jumper (at this point we know louis loves his teddy style jackets, hes complimented fans on theirs too hes just too precious!! a cuddle bug) 

this fred perry knit bc the colour is gorgeous on him and fred perry is just so gay yk? 

THIS JUMPER... LITERALLY WANT IT SO BAD ITS SO MFKN CUTE

back to burberry... louis and burberry are a match made in heaven just look at this! louis has a few jackets and tops in this “patchwork” or redone kind of style! hes worn alot of pieces like it including a VERY GAY SHIRT which i will have to look for a post later but ig u can say baby likes his redone one of a kind stuff hes so darling

this tshirt for no reason other than its a cool fucking print and i want it rly bad. louis’ collection of graphic tees is BEAUTIFUL ugh i also love the kodak shirt, the newyork tourist shirt, the we are the weather tshirt, the honey bee shirt... THERES SO MANY ooh also the black band tee with the blue print on it he wore with a denim jacket and trackies once infront of that pink wall...cant seem to find it but i adore his tshirts so much!! we need an insiders view of his shoes and tees collection so bad 

THIS SWEATER... i loved it when he wore it on txf and fell in love with it even more when he wore it on a night out and took pics with fans ughhh i love when he repeats outfits he wore for photoshoots or events bc u can rly tell he loved the piece and kept it for his personal wardrobe it makes me so happy for some reason dskfjs (also this is alexander fkn mcqueen louis’ insane hes such a fashion girl istg) 

NOW THIS... THIS SWEATER EVERYONE HATES FOR SOME REASON BUT I FKN LOVE IT I WISH WE HAD BETTER PICS IN IT BC COME ON MISS CHER HOROWITZ MY COUNTRY CLUB PRIVATE PREP SCHOOL DADDYS GIRL THIS IS SO FKN CUTE?????

ugh am i making this too long? these arent even my MOST fav pieces bc ltfa is too much to get thru... but this is one of my fav outfits, days and pap pics EVER i loveeee him in ami and this cute lil heart coord is so precious

i also obvs love the classic fashionista louis moments like the burberry shirt under the maroon jumper with the boyfriend jeans and the af1s or the japan socks versace jacket and adidas cropped slim trackies and all those but ig those are pretty obvs! i cld go on and on and on and on abt my fav louis outfits but ill stop here. also, certain ppl seem to completely undermine louis’ fashion sense and think he doesnt venture out alot or some bullshit like that but louis’ style is subtle, cute, always trendy, always attainable, androgynous and classic. he includes cute colours, hearts and flowers, cool prints and graphics and messages in outfits that u can tell took time to put together bc of the sheer attention to detail from the collar on his jumper to the laces on his platform trainers he never misses when it comes to serving looks! 

[siriuslyshewrote]

Tell Me - Finn Shelby

Request - Hey girl can I just say I love your fics and I’m sorry they’re not getting the same amount of notes that they used to!😘 I think you’re fabulous and if it’s not too much trouble can I request Finn Shelby where he has to marry for a business deal? It can be angst/fluff:

A/N - arranged marriage AU’s I swear... they’re one of my favs. Also can I just thank @ the lovely requester of this for being so freaking nice??!?

1927

You both stood in the kitchen (your new kitchen, you reminded yourself), in what was the opposite of a comfortable silence. You both still wore the clothes you had worn to the wedding party, but the drink had worn off now, and you had both suddenly realised that you knew nothing about each other.

“I know this isn’t what you’re used to.” Finn Shelby’s hand gestured to the room. “The house, I mean. Well, I guess this too.”

You shrugged, filling the kettle and placing it on the stove, searching for something to do.

“I think the house is beautiful.”

He was right in a way. You had grown up in a grand country manor, with more rooms than inhabitants could ever fill, though their egos most certainly did. Your father had struck a business deal with Thomas Shelby - and the product of that was yours and Finn Shelby’s marriage, their alliance. You hated that they had bargained with people - especially that one of those people were you, but it didn’t surprise you.

Growing up, you had known you would end up in an arranged marriage - all the women in your family did, one of the most important choices in their lives controlled by men who acted like they knew better. Some part of you had always thought that perhaps it would be wonderful. Your mother and father truly had loved each other, before your mother passed away. Some part of you thought you would end up with the same, with a rich boy who maybe would be a bit of a prick, but would love you all the same. But instead of that, you had been engaged to a Peaky Blinder . And not only that, one of the Shelby boys.

You had thrown a fit at first - not wanting anything to do with the life that being married to a Shelby entailed , the drugs, the drink, the cheating, and more importantly , the constant threat of death if they made another enemy.

“My sister, Ada, she decorated it. She thinks she’s some sort of interior designer.” He let out a laugh, though it was halting and uncomfortable. He sounded as if he had about as much clue as what to do as you.

“She did it well.” You poured the hot tea into two mugs, going to pour milk, before realising you didn’t even know if Finn liked milk in his tea. You let out an exhale.

“Look, lets not pretend that either of us wanted this. Let’s just get on with it, yeah?” You didn’t intend to be harsh - in fact, your tone was soft, but you knew it came across as cruel.

He paused. “Yeah, you’re right.”

You tried to pretend that you couldn’t hear the hurt in his voice, as you cradled the mug of tea in your hands.

___________

Two Months Later

Finn appeared home relatively early for once, slamming through the door loudly in his usual day, at around half seven, startling the cat snoozing in your lap.

“I’m home!” He yelled.

“I think the whole street knows that!” You replied with a laugh, as he entered the living room, shrugging off his jacket, letting it drop onto the floor behind him, not particularly caringly, as he shot you a grin.

Ever since that conversation in the kitchen, you and Finn had lived together as nothing more than friends, though it took a while to build your relationship up to even that point. You thought it was the best way, at first, convinced you could never have feelings for him, and him, to you. Recently, however, you couldn’t deny that your feelings towards the Shelby boy were beginning to change.

He paused at the mantelpiece for a moment.

“You put up photos?” There was a smile in his voice, a small one, as he looked back at you.

You stood up, walking next to him, at your collection at the mantelpiece - his family photos and yours mixed together , almost as if you were a real family. For a moment, it felt like you were.

“I finally got round to unpacking, yeah.” You laughed a little.

“Is that your mum?”

You looked at the photo, the laughing woman, who looked so much like you, holding a five year old you on her lap, and nodded.

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“She was beautiful.”

“She really was. I can’t remember much about her, of course. She died when I was only little.”

“Like mine.” Finn spoke softly, his eyes glancing to the photo of his mother, and all of his family, all of them looking a lot younger, and a lot happier.

“Do you remember much about her? I... I mean, I can’t about my mum. Just a couple memories, the rest is just... fog.”

“Not much. I remember this one time really vividly, though, I don’t know if it was just a dream. We were in the living room, just us two and Ada, and I remember her dancing with me. I remember her laugh, the most. I can still hear it, if I close my eyes.” His voice was soft, and his eyes were firmly focused on the photo, as if he was lost in the memory. “What about you?”

You paused for a few moments - you never really talked about your mother, but with Finn ... though you didn’t fully know him, you trusted him, a lot, already.

“I must have been only three or four at the time, but she took me out to the grounds of the house, and I picked a tree, and she made me a swing, from scratch. My mum loved stuff like that. I loved that swing. My dad cut it down after she... after she passed. I don’t think he could bear any reminders of her.”

You both stood in silence for a few moments, lost in the past.

“Your dads a bit of a...” Finn began, then stopped himself as if unsure if he was going too far.

“A prick? Oh, definitely.” You both laughed a little.

You rearranged one of the photo frames so the grinning boy in it faced you.

“Who’s that? I don’t remember meeting him-“

“That’s my older brother. Eddie.” Your voice caught a little as you looked at the photo - his war photo, the one they took when he was enlisted. It was the last one you would ever have. “He died - in the Great War , I mean.”

“I’m so sorry.” Finn’s voice sounded sincere, sounded truly sorry, was the first person who ever really had had that reaction.

“He raised me, really, after Mum died. He was my best friend.” Your fingers traced over his smiling face. “He promised me he’d come home. He nearly did - he died two days before Armistice.”

“Shit...” His voice trailed off for a moment. “Do you know... where he’s buried? Is it in England?”

“They sent us a letter, telling us where he is. Somewhere in France. Calais.”

“Maybe we could go there, someday.”

You turned your face, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Sorry - was that stupid to say?” His voice was slightly panicked.

“No, no, no.” You said hurriedly,not wanting him to get the wrong idea, wiping away your tears. “That- that would be wonderful Finn.”

You reached out your hand to his, linking your fingers together, shooting him a grin, watching the corners of his smile pull up.

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It was several days later, when you were walking home from the market, with the intention of cooking Finn a meal you had discussed a few nights ago, the one his mother always made for him as a kid.

You’d only just pushed open the gate to your cottage, when you noticed Finn rather haphazardly balancing in the branch of the old oak tree in the garden.

“Finn! What are you ... doing.” You trailed off as you got closer, noticed what he was doing.

Dressed in only a shirt and suit trousers, a small gash on his face that hadn’t been there when you left only a few hours ago, Finn was carefully securing rope onto a tree, that was connected to a small, wooden swing. You bit your lip, trying to keep your emotions in.

He shot you a startled grin.

“I thought you’d be out longer, I wanted it to be done-“ He carefully lowered himself to the ground, so he was facing you. “Before you got back.”

“You made me a swing?” You fingers brushed the rope, lip trembling.

“I remembered what you said the other night, about your dad cutting down your swing - I wanted to make you one here. I wanted to make it like... I don’t know, home.” His cheeks were flushed red, his eyes darting around awkwardly.

“This might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Your voice cracked.

“You like it then?” He grinned.

“I love it.”

Spurred on by emotion, you stepped forward, one of your hands cradling his cut open cheek, eyes looking into his. Gently, unsure, you kissed him. He kissed back, not showing the awkwardness you knew he felt from his flushed cheeks, his hands going to your waist, and you realised how much you liked them there.

You pulled away after a minute, eyes going back to your swing, Finn’s hands still on your waist.

“Should we try it then?”

Your voice indicated towards the swing, but really, you thought, you meant your relationship. For the first time, you were certain you could grow to love the auburn haired freckle faced boy in front of you - if you hadn’t fallen in love already.

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