duffle jacket

Blue is the sunlight filtering through trees in the morning. She’s a field of flowers; bluebells and daisies and snow drops and honeysuckle. She’s the drive to breakfast on a Sunday morning at 7am, yawning against your knuckle, turning your face into the sun. She’s pancakes with berries and yoghurt, honey and coffee and sticky vinyl tables. She’s oversized knitwear, hiding you face behind scarves, your hands balled up in sleeves. She’s kicking up leaves in mud-splattered boots and wind flushed cheeks and unapologetic laughter. She’s the hushed silence at the end of the night.

Gansey is the sound of a library at two am. He’s murmurs over coffee, the sound of a page turning. He’s the first stretch after you wake up, lazy smiles over pillows, that little laugh you do to break the silence. He’s the way you push your glasses up your nose, the embodiment of a whirring thought. He’s the burn in your lungs after running up a hill, gulping air like liquid life into your lungs. He’s grass and morning dew, light and fresh and just the right side of cold. He’s the trip in your gut when you miss a step, the pad of a thumb over a cheek. He’s looking at the stars on a clear winter night.

Noah is the first conversation in the morning. He’s the smell of cooking waffles, cream and sugar and syrup. He’s drawings in a foggy mirror, the steam pouring from a shower. He’s the biting chill of frost, the thrill of slipping on ice. He’s winter gloves and duffle jackets and laughing at each other being silly. He’s snowflakes stuck in your hair, your breath on a cold day. He’s art, paint smudged on your cheek, deliberate movements. He’s milkshakes when it’s too cold, brain freeze, pastel coloured diners. He’s pale pinks and washed out greys and cold blues. He’s the catch in your chest when you see something beautiful. 

Adam is dusty summers, tumbleweeds and shielding your eyes from the sun. He’s your favourite pair of shoes, reliable and soft. He’s the night someone puts their arms around you while staring at the stars, the sound of silence. He’s the way your lip twitches when you hear a joke you shouldn’t laugh at. He’s the smell of the ground after rain, water rolling down your spine. He’s the flickering lightbulb hanging loose from your ceiling, a single streetlamp on a forgotten road. He’s running when you have no idea where you’re going, the small exhale of breath when you come to a stop. He’s the gentle hush when you wake up beside someone you love. He’s the hands that hold you when you think you’re falling apart. 

Ronan is smoke and tyres and burning rubber. He’s the anticipation of a street light turning green. He’s soft whispers across your skin, teeth dragging over your lip. He’s a shout and a whimper, the two of them combined. He’s satisfied smiles and longing eyes. He’s digging up soil with your bare hands, dirt trapped under your finger nails. He’s confident winks and subtle touches, a steady hand at the base of your spine. He’s balled fists and shattered windows and blood splattered floors. He’s the sensation of being home in a place you’ve never been. He’s coffee and split lips and gold chains with crosses hanging just out of sight. He’s the chink of light through the window of a dark room. He’s the embodiment of Autumn; just the right side of falling apart. 

Relaxing Afternoon - SociallyAwkwardFox  - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

RatingGeneral Audiences
Archive WarningNo Archive Warnings Apply
FandomsDCU (Comics)Batman - All Media TypesRed Robin (Comics)Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics)
RelationshipTim Drake/Jason Todd
CharactersTim DrakeJason Todd
Additional TagsCuddling & SnugglingFluffEstablished RelationshipSharing ClothesKissing

Summary:  Tim wants nothing more than to spend the afternoon lazing around after working all day. He thinks his day is ruined, until he sees who walks through the door.

Letting out a loud yawn, Tim stretched his arms above his head and tried his best to pop the annoying ache in his back. His arms fell back down in defeat when his back refused to do what he wanted it to and he pouted grumpily at the laptop on the table. If he hadn’t been bent over working all afternoon, there wouldn’t be an annoying ache that would most likely take days to go away. After closing his laptop with a satisfying click, he curled up on his side with a pillow tucked comfortably under his head. He considered stretching his hand out to change the TV to something more interesting, but decided it wasn’t worth the trouble to move.

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Divided: Part 7

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1473

Summary: The fallout of the most recent mission in Lagos is a lot more intense than you anticipated, now you and your team must make choices

Authors Note:  Hello my loves, sorry for the long absence, I kinda got the rug yanked out from under me this week at work, but I believe I am on better standing now. As I said this fic operates right in tandem with the Civil War plot line so you may notice some familiar lines and descriptions. Hope you all enjoy. Tagging is open, they’ve just been moved to the bottom, just ask if you want to be tagged :D

Divided: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

You look into Wanda’s room as you walk past, seeing her curled on her bed, eyes locked on the TV as she bites her lip nervously. You sigh, unwilling to abandon your friend in such a state. Your knuckles wrap lightly on her open door, drawing her attention as you enter.

“Hey hun, you doing ok?” You ask calmly, dropping the duffle bag from your shoulder as you come to sit at the edge of the bed. “You’re leaving again?” She ignores your question, eyes shifting between your leather jacket and your duffle bag.

“Just for a few days, I’ll be back soon.” You smile softly as you reach for her feet, rubbing them lovingly. Her name is mentioned on the TV and both your attentions snap to it as Wanda turns up the volume listening closely to the criticisms of the news report.

“What legal authority does an enhanced individual like Wanda Maximoff have to…” The screen suddenly goes black and you and Wanda start, looking towards the door to see Steve observing you both nervously.

“It’s my fault” Wanda breathes, her head falling forward to her raised knee. “That’s not true” you and Steve respond immediately, “Turn the news back on, they’re being very specific.” She mutters, clicking her tongue at you. You squeeze her feet, forcing her attention to you “They’re blaming all of us, this isn’t just on you.”

“I should have tagged that bomb,” Steve’s head falls forward as he crosses his arms, leaning back on Wanda’s desk. “Rumlow said ‘Bucky’ and…” Your heart stops at the sound of Bucky’s name, your gaze snaps quickly to the duffle bag at your feet before rising to Steve, “all of a sudden I was a 16-year-old kid again in Brooklyn.”

“Did you grow up in Brooklyn Steve? Huh, I never knew.” You tease, making Steve roll his eyes as Wanda giggles quietly behind you, finally cracking a smile. At the sound of her laugh, Steve’s annoyance falters, giving way to a small smile.

“Look… People died. It’s on me.” He says insistently, “It’s on all of us,” you interject, reminding him of your own presence in the situation. He shakes his head, exhaling exhaustedly. “This job… we try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn’t mean everybody.” You nod at him, agreeing with his words as you turn around to face Wanda.

“But, if we can’t find a way to live with that, next time… maybe nobody can be saved.” Wanda nods, responding to your advice. Suddenly Vision enters through the wall, making you jump in surprise, “Jesus Christ! Seriously?” You yell, hand clutched to your chest.

“Vis, we talked about this!” Wanda scolds, “Captain Rogers you wished to know when Mr. Stark was arriving… he’s brought someone else with him as well, the Secretary of State.” Steve nods acknowledging Visions report and thanking him for the information.

“Welp,” you say, slapping your thighs as you push off the bed, rising to your feet and reaching for your bag, “That’s my cue to get out of here.” “Sorry Agent Y/L/N, Secretary Ross requests the presence of the whole team in the conference room.” Vision reports to you, looking insistently towards the door.

You sigh exasperatedly, rolling your eyes as Steve shrugs and motions towards the door as Wanda rises beside you, “Well, I guess we better go find out what he wants.”

“The Sokovia Accords” Ross states, dropping a large binder onto the conference table, making Wanda jump slightly beside you as your eyes flash nervously to Nat across the table, her gaze locked on the binder, “Approved by 117 countries. It states, that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization…”

His voice drifts off in your head, his words washing over you as your mind spins. Rules, regulations… restrictions. All things that have never worked well for you in the past. How often had you made the tough call? Working around the police to protect the people. Too often you have seen corruption in politics, known how assets can be turned into weapons… just like… Bucky.

His name rings in your head as you glance at your watch, knowing you missed your flight, knowing there wouldn’t be another one for hours. You silently curse him for not having a cell phone, or anyway that you could get in contact with him.

“4 days from now, the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the Accords. So, talk it over.” Ross finishes as you clue back in. You look around at the blank stares of your surrounding team, everyone lost deep in thought, each having a decision to make.

“And if we come to a decision you don’t like?” Steve asks insistently, clearly angry about the deal being presented to him. “Then you retire.” Ross states sternly, a note of warning in his voice. You feel Steve’s eyes flash to you as you keep yours pointed at your clasped hands, resting in your lap.

“4 days.” Ross orders reminding you of the deadline. He departs, leaving your team quiet in his wake, everyone still lost in thought.

Suddenly Steve rises, hands slamming onto the table as he walks out of the room. “Steve,” You call after him quietly, rising yourself. “I got him.” Sam comes to his feet as well, quickly moving out of the room behind Steve as you follow him, the rest of the team moving behind you to follow their Captain into the living area.

“Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is 1 more than you have.” Rhodey argues, going after Sam once more. You rub your forehead tuning them out as they continue their argument.

It had been 2 hours. 2 hours of non-stop debating, back and forth. The forerunning decision makers made their opinion clear. Cap vehemently against the accords while Rhodey, being the military man he is, immediately emerged as the main advocate for the accords. Sam quickly followed Steve, and Vision sided with Rhodey, citing logic as the reason.

Tony remained uncharacteristically quiet as the main defenders or rejecters continued their never ending debate, Natasha watching and observing before contributing cautiously every so often. Your eyes are drawn to Wanda however, her delicate form curled up on the chair as she bites at her lip once more, nervously observing the debate.

“So what are our options?” You finally interject, your own voice sounding strange to you after hours of no usage. “Ross was pretty damn clear, either conform or defect.” Sam scoffs, rolling his eyes as he flops onto the couch. “You’re such a little drama queen, Wilson. Did you even listen?” Rhodey comes to sit before you, leaning forward to hold your hands in his.

“Y/N, the accords would just allow some safety regulations. 117 countries want to sign this, 117 countries would have a say in where we would go and what we would do. So… you sign and agree to the terms and continue to operate as an avenger under agreed upon restrictions. Or you refuse to sign and you retire and agree not to use your skills anymore.”

Rhodey stares at you as your blank gaze rises to Steve, taking in his furrowed brow and pouted lip. You knew where he stood, but was he really prepared to stop being Captain America? Were you prepared to stop being the Scorpion? Maybe some regulations could be good, keep people safe… keep accidents from happening… “I… I’m not ready to decide right now.” You stand up hurriedly, causing a shift in the room as Tony and Steve both rise to their feet as well.

“You don’t have to,” Steve reaches out for you as you try to pass him, his fingers wrapping around your bicep as he steps towards you, his voice dropping, “You have 4 days to think about it. Y/N…” He starts, leaning towards you as his fingers press against your hip. “I… I need a break, need some time to think.”

You push away from him as you hurry out the door, leaving your team to debate their decisions. Still not knowing your own. You move quickly down the hallway, stopping before the entryway closet to grab your jacket and duffle bag, you step quickly towards the elevator, pulling your phone out of your back pocket.

You scan your phone, flipping hurriedly through an app as you wait for the elevator to arrive. A few taps of your finger and the tension in your chest ebbs away. The elevator arrives and you step inside, shifting your bag slightly as you punch the button for the garage.

Your phone dings, alerting you to a notification. You glance at the screen. Confirmation of 9pm flight to Bucharest, departing from JFK gate 31. You sigh, only 2 hours to get to the airport.

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Not Her Fault

Fandom: Supernatural

Word count: 2065

Characters: Dean x reader, Soulless!Sam

Warnings: Soulless Sam is a jerk, injury on a hunt

Summary: Soulless!Sam blames you for a hunt gone wrong, and the resulting fallout leads to you making a confession.


It was supposed to be a simple hunt. You’d done all the research, identified the pattern, figured out that a Wendigo was terrorising the trail. From there, the three of you thought it would be like every other Wendigo you’d hunted. Find it, save whoever you could, and burn it. In fact, you and Dean had tried to persuade Sam to stay behind. Without his soul, it was tricky to predict what he’d do next, and he made you a little uneasy. He’d refused point blank, of course, so all three of you went on the hunt.

None of you had expected to end up facing two of them.

You were on the track of the first one, gasoline and lighter clutched tightly in your hands. Sam was exploring another passageway in the dark tunnel, and Dean was looking after a woman he’d found tied up.

Wendigos were sneaky bastards. This one crept up behind you, then grabbed you and threw you against the wall. You hit your head hard, dropping the lighter. A fiery pain began to spread through your side. When the Wendigo approached you and snatched you off the ground, you were too dazed to struggle.

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Midnight Skies (demon!Dean x Reader) Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

               You had lost the impala miles back and smirked happily to yourself; enjoying the breeze rushing in your window as you sped down the highway, your hair whipping around your face. You blared ‘Highway to Hell’ as you strolled into the next town. You hadn’t really thought about why they were looking for you. Dean wanted nothing to do with you the last time you guys had saw each other; and with Sam, well he was only your best friend. Nothing more; so why were they searching for you?

               “30 miles east, just stopped at….” The blue wheel turned on the screen. “Summers Inn” he said looking up. Intense green eyes met his; brows furrowed in concentration as plump lips frowned creating deep worry lines in his 5 O’clock shadow. “Dean everything will be fine I promise. She’s probably going to stay overnight or try to find a hunt to take care of so why don’t we just have Cas poof us there and then we can surprise her?” Sam asked as Dean sighed shaking his head. “No, we’re going to just drive.” He grumbled when there was a flap of wings in the backseat. “Hello” Cas said as Sam turned around.

               “Castiel, can you poof us to Y/N?” “Sam! What did I say?” Dean shot him a look. There was a silence before they were suddenly sitting there in front of Summers Inn. “Dammit Cas!” Dean shook his head looking away. Sam and Cas got out. “He’s unhappy with me.” With a flap of his wings he was gone.

               You stepped out of the shower, wrapping up in a towel, before putting your hair in one, you stepped out into your room and began to dig around for clean clothes in your bag. “Hello Y/N” Castiel said from behind you. You turned, coming face to face with the angel. “Cas…. personal space?” you raised an eyebrow as he nodded, saying a quiet and fast apology as he backed up.

               “What are you doing here? I didn’t pray to you.” You asked going back to finding clothes. Cas cleared his throat, clearly avoiding eye contact with any part of you whatsoever. You noticed your hip being exposed in the towel and smirked. “What’s the matter there Cassy, afraid of a little bit of skin?” you turned shaking your head going back toward the bathroom when the angel called out. “Dean is outside. He wishes to speak to you.” You rolled your eyes. “Tell him to speak to this” you said holding a middle finger up toward Cas. As you dressed and brushed your teeth; you didn’t hear the angel leave, or come back.

With company.

               Throwing up the bathroom door, you stepped out into your room to find two tall handsome brothers staring at you. You looked at the angel and glared. “you know this is breaking and entering. You’re lucky I don’t call the cops.” You moved back toward your duffle bag, sitting it on the table you began to go through and clean your weapons. “Y/N… we’ve been looking for you” Sam said quietly. You nodded, continuing to clean. “Yeah; I know.” You grabbed the few items you knew you’d need from your duffle and grabbed your jacket heading toward the door. A hand grabbed your arm; turning so you could see who it was, you stared up at Dean.

               He simply stared down at you; studying your face, like he’d never see it again in the morning. You pulled your arm away from his; “If you boys are done; I have a hunt to take care of.” You opened your door throwing your jacket on. “Let us help you!” Sam and Dean rushed out as you stood next to your car and smirked. “Yeah, no thanks. My weak ass has been hunting and killing all by itself for the last year. Im not falling for that line again.” You insisted as you threw open the door and got in, taking off. Dean turned around and grabbed a gun from your duffle. “Let’s go Cas. Sammy stay here.” Before Sam could protest, they were gone in a blink.

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anonymous asked:

I'm moving to New York from the Caribbean, just wondering what are some staple pieces I would need for both summer and Christmas? As the climates are different. Thank you! You n your blog are perfect btw!

Autumn and Winter:

  • Thick coats (duffle, pea, trench, cape)
  • Jackets (parka, denim, leather)
  • Sweaters/Jumpers
  • Shirts/Blouses
  • Jeans (boyfriend, skinny, cropped, coloured)
  • Skirts (skater, midi)
  • Shorts (usually woollen are the warmest!)
  • Dresses (skater, cap/long sleeved)
  • Tights (sometimes called stockings)
  • Boots (ankle, high, chelsea)
  • Brogues/Oxfords
  • Sneakers (converse/keds/vans)
  • Handbags (bucket, mini, cross body)
  • Scarves
  • Beanies
  • Gloves/Mittens


Spring and Summer:

  • Tanks tops
  • Muscle tanks
  • Camisoles 
  • Crop tops
  • Lace bralettes
  • Dresses (t-shirt, maxi, slip, midi)
  • Denim shorts
  • Fabric/linen shorts
  • Skirts (maxi, midi, a-line)
  • Kimonos
  • Light wash jeans (boyfriend, cropped, ripped)
  • Heeled sandals (clogs, wooden)
  • Flat sandals (gladiator, t-bar, birkenstocks)
  • Loafers/Ballet flats
  • Boots (suede, ankle boots)
  • Bags (satchel, bucket, mini, fringe)
  • Wide brim hats/Fedoras/Floppy hats
  • Rose gold jewellery
  • Sunglasses


anonymous asked:

Winter essentials?

  • Thick coats (duffle/pea/trench)
  • Jackets (parka/denim)
  • Sweaters/Jumpers
  • Shirts/Blouses
  • Jeans (boyfriend, skinny, cropped)
  • Skirts
  • Shorts
  • Tights (sometimes called stockings)
  • Ankle boots
  • Brogues
  • Sneakers (converse/keds/vans)
  • Handbags (bucket, mini, cross body)
  • Scarves
  • Beanies
  • Gloves/Mittens

anonymous asked:

What are your top 10 wardrobe staples?

  • Coat/Jacket (duffle, pea, cape / leather, denim, parka)
  • Jumpers/Sweatshirts
  • Shirts/Blouses
  • Tops (tanks, camisole, t-shirts)
  • Jeans (cropped, boyfriend, skinny, coloured)
  • Skirts (midi, fit and flare, mini)
  • Shorts (high-waisted, fabric, denim)
  • Accessories (handbag (mini, bucket, crossbody, satchel), gloves, hats (floppy, fedora, beanie), scarves) 
  • Flats (sneakers, ballet flats, sandals)
  • Boots (ankle, combat, heeled)