i like when he wears red clothes

anonymous asked:

Hello! Hope you're having a wonderful day! Could you give me a list of fluffy one shots if you haven't done one? Thank you!

I love fluffy one shots, so you have come to the right person! There are so many amazing one shots, so I’m sure I missed a few! For now, I hope you enjoy!


Fluffy One Shots 


in need of melted marshmallow cuddles by Hitsugi_Zirkus, Gen, 1.7k
“Viktor. You’re Russian. How is it that you’re always so easily cold and– Wait,” Yuuri’s eyes fell onto Viktor’s bundled up form under the comforter, “are you wearing my jackets? How many layers have you got on?” SNUGGLES AND CUDDLES DO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING I LOVE THIS FIC

Round and Gold by oh_imintrouble, Gen, 1.4k
Yuuri wins the Grand Prix Final and gives Victor something round a gold. Victor gives him something else round and gold in return. One shot proposal fic. I’m totally not crying, there’s just something in my eye…

Safety Hazards in St. Petersburg by lucycamui, Explicit, 3.7k
In which Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg and Victor discovers just how distracting living with him can be. I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH OMG

Keep Your Eyes On Me by pensversusswords, Teen, 1.2k
Viktor wouldn’t change a single thing about Yuuri. Let’s give a round of applause for this amazing body positivity fic! LOVE!

The Fundamentals of Caring by braveten, Explicit, 20k
One of my favourite hurt/comfort fics! Yuuri comes down with a nasty cold and Victor tries to take care of him the best that he can. Full of hilariously delusional Yuuri, caring Victor, and ALL THE FLUFF! So cute, definitely recommend!

Amateur or Expert by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Teen, 1.9k
AU where Yuuri is a ice skating instructor and Victor is thirsty for him and will do whatever it takes for Yuuri to get to know him. Even if that means pretending to not know how to skate at all, even though he’s a five-time world champion. VERY cute, lots of fluff, and Victor is hilarious in this. Love!

A Beautiful Morning by Jawbones, Mature, 1k
Viktor pulls him even closer, moving to lie on top of him, burying his face into his chest. Yuuri looks down, is greeted by bright blue eyes and a smile. I’M SCREAMING THIS IS SO PERFECT

Five Times Viktor and Yuuri Were Jealous of Makkachin (and the one time they weren’t) by braveten, Teen, 6.4k
Viktor and Yuuri are jealous of Makkachin on multiple occasions, but the adorable brown poodle might be the only way to get them to realize their love for one another. LOVE!

stammi vicino by sunshinehide, Gen, 1k
its moments like these where yuuri realizes how lucky in love he is with victor. CUTEEE

Love Like You by LFMH021, Teen, 3.6k
Little insight to retired and domestic Victuuri! Many small scenes from deciding who is going to do the dishes to grocery shopping. SO CUTE AND FLUFFY I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH! It’s the domestic fic you’re looking for!

life and love by novocaine_sea, Gen, 12k
Twenty-two year old Yuuri Katsuki travels to Italy to study photography. One day, while going around the city taking photos he gets lost and ends up at a coffee shop, ultimately meeting one Victor Nikiforov who would take him all around Florence, showing him what life and love are really all about. Italian Victor… I mean?? So perfect!

Five Times Victor Messed Up the Proposal + The One Time He Still Did by lucycamui, Explicit, 6k
In which Victor plans all the perfect proposals to his beloved Yuuri, but can never seem to carry them out exactly right. I’M SOBBING THIS IS PERFECT

we’ll call this place our home by perennials, Gen, 1.3k
The Big Day approaches, and Viktor seeks advice from various members of the Katsuki family. SO CUTE!!!!

#baristalife by fan_nerd, Mature, 9.6k
Victor, proud owner of Muse café and roastery, goes searching for a local bakery to buy sweets for his store. When he does, he finds Yutopia, a quaint little place tucked away in a small part of town. The good news is, he quickly becomes business partners with the lead patissier, Yuuri. This is an amazing fic, must read!

Love in Red and White by ivelostallcontrolofmylife, Gen, 1k
Viktor realises he -really- likes Yuuri wearing his clothes. I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH!

fixation by crunchrapsupreme, Mature, 3k
Yuuri lets himself indulge during off-seasons, his body becoming softer and more plush once again, and Victor is incredibly distracted by it. I’m OBSSESED!

hold me in your arms tonight by isonala, Gen, 702 words
After surgery, Victor wakes up with temporary amnesia and forgets he’s married to Yuuri. Quick read, and the fluffiest of fluff. Must read!

Going Down in History by ivelostallcontrolofmylife, Mature, 6.4k
Viktor Nikiforov has absolutely no self control and a penchant for bad pickup lines. AKA Five Times Viktor Shamelessly Flirted With and Embarrassed Yuuri in Public, and the One Time He Got His Ass Absolutely Owned. OMG HAHA I LOVE THIS!

Under the Weather by ProcrastinatingPalindrome, Gen, 1.3k
Victor spends his 28th birthday in bed with the flu while Yuuri fusses over him. Somehow, he doesn’t seem too upset about this. Pure fluff!

matcha cookie monstrosity by lunaetude, Gen, 1.6k
Pretty Eyes pulls out an entire can of Monster Energy. ‘Could I get four shots of espresso, two pumps of matcha syrup, and this entire can.’
‘…Are you sure you want that, sir.’ Just read this, it’s so fluffy!

I Wanted To Check by insatiablerealist, Gen, 4.2k
Yuuri is an artist, Viktor is a ballet teacher, and they find themselves sharing an apartment in Barcelona. The only problem is they speak two different languages, but despite that, they fall in love. SO CUTE OMG

I need a Sheith The Addams Family AU so bad lmao

  • Shiro as Gomez Addams. Eccentric, handsome, athletic multi-billionaire. Loves black and white suits. Obsessed with spaceships and in his study he’d blow them up just for fun, he can always buy a new set anyway, no big deal. He is such a romantic. He adores and would literally die for his husband, Keith. Loves making morbid jokes, it’s his thing. Randomly takes the husband and him on trips to Bermuda Triangle because it’s their typical destination. 
  • Keith as Morticia Addams. Handsome and quiet, makes a lot of people do a double-take just like with his husband. Always in all-black suits. Sometimes wears a red tie. Red is the only other colour he will wear. Rarely smiles but when he does…
    Shiro: STAB MY HEART A THOUSAND TIMES, MY LOVE, AND I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU EVER JUST SMILE MY WAY
    Keith: Let me go just get my dagger, will you wait for me, Mon cher?
    Shiro: Cara mio, will it be painful?
    Keith: Extremely.
  • As a married couple, they are quite a sight to see. They move so gracefully like they came out of a black and white film. Never do people see them wear normal clothes. They always have to look elegant. They are multilingual. They know Japanese, Spanish, Italian, French and English. But Japanese is the language that just drives Shiro nuts whenever Keith uses it for sweet talks. 
  • When they go on dinner dates, they get weird looks. The waiter in charge of their table is always scandalized when they hear them talk.
    Shiro: At your request, I would rip out my eyes. At your command, I would crawl on my belly through hot coals and broken glass.
    Keith: Why wait, my darling?
    “What the hell is wrong with you people?”
  • A bit weirded out by normal people.
    Keith: Takashi, that child is… smiling as if he’s happy. How hideous.
    Shiro: Look away, my love. Look away.

[PART 02]

-modern au
-keith and lance show up to school in the same outfit
-lance is rly extra abt it
-probably demands a “who wore it best?” vote
-keith is amused and fond and this both frustrates and flusters lance
-lance goes to the lost and found and pulls on a sweatshirt so they’re no longer matching
-its dorky as hell and has a robot lion from some 80s cartoon on it
-its keiths sweatshirt
-he doesnt know this
-when he comes to the next class wearing it keiths heart does lots of flips and he turns bright red
-lance sits down next to him and grins
-“haha now we’re not matching anymore ur plan to humiliate me has failed”
-keith cannot speak bc lance is wearing his clothes and he looks rly cute and it feels so domestic and his gay heart can’t take it
-“i was rly lucky they had this in the lost and found i didnt wanna be stuck looking like i was copying u all day. also whoever owned this smells rly good which is a plus seriously take a whiff of this. think i can get their number lol”
-keith.exe has crashed
-they run into hunk after class and he’s like “hey guys! oh lance why are u wearing keiths hoodie?”
-keith buries his face in his hands and groans
-lance blushes all the way down to his toes
-rip in fucking pieces

anonymous asked:

my sweet cucumber lover Dayana > when we talk about our sunshine there will be something related to JB A.K.A #2jae ~ love you ~ give me some good fluffy 2jae moments pretty please~

Hi cutie anony <333

Ok, well first things first!

  • The whole 1:31am thing when Jaebum wasn’t there 

What am i doing starting this with angst! YOU SAID FLUFFY:

Annd noww more stuffies that come up to my head

  • Extremely close interview [link]
  • The legendary “chic and sexy” aka “how to feel the person you love everywhere without looking like a perv” [link]
  • Youngjae lightly caressing Jaebum’s waist [link]
  • We Under the Moonlight Fanmeet
  • Jaebum loves having a vacation with Youngjae’s feet [link]
  • Their first Tokyo fanmeet
  • Another backhug in the LA fanmeet this year [link]
  • How even though they get older and show less skinship in public, it’s moments like these it makes me cry [link]
  • Youngjae being cuddly and trapping Jaebum’s hand between his thighs! [link]
  • FUSION HA! [Amazing Got7 World] [Mnet Mama 2016]
  • Youngjae calling JB his man since like forever! [JB’s birthday 2017]
  • Just how they stare at each other more specifically Jaebum at Youngjae [link] [hashtag: look at how jb looks at youngjae]
  • Jaebum literally shopping for Youngjae’s mittens and he doesn’t buy the same ones, where he tricks Youngjae into buying the cute kids mittens [gifset]
  • Jaebum is a weakling for Youngjae’s aegyo [JY saying that JB has a weakspot for Youngjae’s aegyo and so Youngjae says Oppa to JB] [Battle Likes, Youngjae’s oppa to JB even though Jaebum didn’t want to but lowkey agreed happily waiting] [and this] [JB’s birthday gift aegyo]
  • hahaha Jaebum loving Youngjae too much, he got carried away, and said 4 instead of 3 things he likes about Youngjae [elbow wrinkles!]
  • Jaebum getting distracted by Youngjae’s cuteness [hey yah fanmeet]
  • Jaebum constantly saying how handsome Youngjae is, like i’m sure he tells the other members too (i can’t remember much though /.\) but IT IS SO CUTE! [link]
  • Them sharing clothes [x] [sharing clothes?] [matching! bracelets] [rings!] [ps, for their picnic date, THEY WERE MATCHING! RED AND RED WITH PINK! like afskglh JB: what are you gonna wear Youngjae? YJ: A bergandy jacket and pink hoodie. JB: *wears a burgandy flannel jacket*]
  • Happy day [in Got2day 2016]
  • Their mating call [link]
  • Youngjae taking care of his hyung [heart]
  • ”let me pretend to punish you just so i can hold you close” [X] [X] [X]
  • Jaebum comforting Youngjae when he is scared [Yugyeom’s Tv] [Mystery Room]
  • Jaebum being disappointed when he Youngjae didn’t pick his song as his favorite even though Jb picked Youngjae’s [link]
  • Not in public.. [link] he loves Youngjae’s ear ^^ and neck ^^
  • The fact that Youngjae can get away with almost anything and only receive a hug or neck hold as a “punishment” [only youngjae can!]
  • Youngjae laughing at his hyung’s misery [mussels party!] [haha]
  • Jaebum teaching Youngjae to drive but end result: Youngjae fails [link]
  • this gifset [x] [2jae gifsets hashtag
  • The fact that Youngjae looks smol next to Bum!
  • THEY HAVE THE SAME IDEAL DATE! [link]
  • AND TO END IT OFF! THEY SHARED AND SLEPT ON THE SAME MAT! FOR A YEAR MAYBE LONGER OR LESS, IDK! it is still a lot! and Jaebum HUGGED HIS TEDDY BEAR [link]

Just search 2jae in my blog, i am getting out of hand! ahh sorry

I hope this makes your heart flutter like it does to me /.\ love you <3

Nicknames (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

Words: 5400+

Warnings: Cursing, death, blood, 

A/N: this was a request and i can’t find it! but yes this got out of hand and i hope you enjoy!


It started with the knocks.

You just moved into your home. It wasn’t the biggest, only two bedrooms and one bathroom. Wanting to explore the world fueled your soul, and you felt like this was the beginning. This was the beginning of a long journey that you were willing to go on. Your parents didn’t want you to own a house so early, but you insisted, ignoring their frightening words like mortgage and high property taxes. You would figure that out along the way.

Because you were your own boss. You created a company from the bottom up, using all your savings and extra cash to make it successful. And now, at eighteen years old, you owned a multi-million-dollar business. And hell, if you wanted to buy a small home, it was feasible.

You were carrying your boxes into your home when you first heard the sounds. It was an even rhythm, three taps in a row. At first, you thought it was just because you bought a fixer-upper, but then it continued to get louder and louder.

“What is that sound?” You questioned, unpacking your clothes in your room. You were alone today, your family on vacation for the next few months. You placed your clothing on the hanger, and chuckled to yourself, “How about this: One knock for no, and two knocks for yes. Okay?”

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Floral

I remember writing this just after H’s 23rd birthday, and to take revenge on @dadshirtking​, so here it is again! Any feedback is appreciated xx

The party was in full swing and you were having a great time, sipping a vodka and lime. The place was packed with people, half of which you didn’t even know. It became clear to you that your boyfriend had a lot of friends, ones you hadn’t been introduced to, but you were fine with that. You weren’t a fan of being the centre of attention. It was his birthday party. Tonight was Harry’s night.

23 years he had lived and what a wonderful 23 years they had been. This year was a big year for him. His film would be released in July and he was working on his debut solo album. Just being proud of him was a massive understatement. You and Harry had only been dating for about a year but your heart bloomed with so much love for him that sometimes, it was hard for you to contain it. You loved him more than you ever thought you could love anybody but Harry had that handsome charm that made you fall under his spell within seconds.

Just as you helped yourself to some nibbles on the table, a unique British accent hit your ears. You had never met her but you were a huge fan of her. How could you not be? She was Adele! She came up to the table and popped an olive in her mouth, holding a glass of bubbly in her hand. She caught you looking at her and smiled sweetly.

“Hello there, love!”

“Hi.” You squeaked.

“Aren’t you a cutie? What’s your name?”

“I’m (Y/N).”

“What a gorgeous name! So, how do you know our lovely Harold?” She asked. You weren’t offended that she didn’t know who you were. How could Adele know you? You were just about to answer her when you felt a hand place itself on your waist. You knew his touch, you didn’t have to look up to know who the hand belonged to.

“Hello, baby. I see you’ve met Adele.” His smooth deep voice never failed to make your heart beat a little faster than normal. Adele’s gaze darted from you to Harry then back to you, her eyes widening as her hand went to her mouth in shock.

“Oh, dear, you’re Harry’s girl, aren’t you? I’m so sorry, love, I had no idea!” She reached out and clasped your hand in hers, asking for forgiveness. You told her it was OK, giving her a small smile, because you still couldn’t believe you were standing in front of Adele. She wished Harry a happy birthday before taking another olive and going off to chat with some other people.

“Wow.” You choked out.

“Wow what?”

“Harry, you know how much I love Adele! I can’t believe I actually spoke to her!”

“You are adorable when you’re excited.” Harry chuckled. You turned your body to face him and smiled up at him. Why on earth did he have sunglasses on his head at night, you had no idea, but you didn’t ask. The patterned shirt he wore was a birthday present from you. It was no secret to anyone that Harry had a unique fashion sense so the moment you saw the shirt in the shop window, it was a no-brainer for you to buy it for him.

“Are you enjoying your party?” You asked.

“Of course, baby. Especially because you’re here, wearing these pants.”

You glanced down at your legs and remembered the look on Harry’s face when he first saw you in these pants. Red floral pants, very Harry Styles-like, skin-tight and perfectly hugging your curves. Stealing my ideas of clothes, are you? He had said when you walked out into the living room earlier today. What could you say? His sense in fashion was rubbing off on you.

“I know you like them.”

“I love them.” Harry corrected you.

“It’s a shame the boys couldn’t make it.” You said, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt. Even though the other lads were in L.A., they were busy with their own lives and working on their solo music. And Harry understood that.

“I know. But they texted me this morning and they’ll probably tweet me as well. It’s all good. All I need on my birthday is you.”

He was such a sap and you loved that about him. He could be sexy but extremely cheesy too. You giggled a little and blushed. His lips touched your cheek and teased your jawline as you squeaked his name. Then, his mouth was on yours, and you couldn’t care less if pictures were being taken of you two. Harry was happy with you and he had a right to show it.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, birthday boy.” You whispered against his lips, giving him one more kiss and patting his chest. Harry reached behind you and grabbed a glass of vodka and lemon from the table, clinking his glass with yours. You wrapped your arm around his waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple, the stain of alcohol on his tongue. You inhaled your boyfriend’s musky scent mixed with his Tom Ford cologne, knowing it would not be the alcoholic drinks that would be the result of your intoxication. It would be Harry.

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There are soooooo many people out there who ask “Why do you like Loki so much? He’s a villain.” And while I don’t have the time to list everything, (because let’s be honest who does?) I am now writing down the points of why people need to love this dude. Also known as,


Why You Should Love The Psychotic But Still Hot Space Prince.
By Debbie.


Point Number One: His Eyes.


Now, I think we can all agree that girls are suckers for a guy with pretty eyes. I mean who doesn’t like looking at a guy with beautiful eyes? 


Its just in our nature. 


I mean, I could probably like Loki just because of his eyes.  Have you seen them?! Its like you’re just sitting there the whole time having a debate with yourself on what color they are. I’m pretty sure I’ve this conversation with myself like twice.


“Blue or green? Green our blue? Okay I think they’re blue.  No wait, they’re green. Yup. One hundred percent sure they’re green. Actually they’re blue. Okay I’m defs for sure that they are blue. Well…….maybe they’re grey? ”


Yeah. Its like the sweetest torture known to man. But also kind of a weird thing to do, but if you’re a fan girl, there’s weirder things you’ve done.


So, my conclusion for his eye color, (for now) is that they are a mixture of blue, green and sliver/grey. And honestly that is a very attractive color for eyes. At least to me. 


I know there are some people out there who prefer dark eyes, and that’s totally cool. But if you don’t think that Loki has beautiful, stunning, amazing, etc. eyes, then I will question whether you’re human or not.


Point Number Two: His Hair.


I love guys with dark hair. I don’t what it is, but there’s just something about dark haired guys that I love. And let me tell you, Loki has amazing dark hair.

Now, while its kind of long, and I prefer short haired guys, I still love his hair. (Especially in the first Thor movie. I mean whew! *fans self*)


The thing that I really want to do with his hair is run my hands through it. Oh my goodness I can only imagine how soft it would be. *shivers* And he has shiny hair too, so yeah, there’s that too.


And really, I just don’t know what else to say about it. I like the dude’s hair, its a really cool shade (?) of black and I really wanna run my hands through it.


Point Number Three: His Clothing Style.


LEATHER, GOLD ARMOR, A CAPE, AND MORE LEATHER!!! 


Needless to say, I like his clothing choice. 


We all know (I hope) that his signature colors are green, gold and black. And I love those colors together. So those colors on Loki does something to me. 


We’ve all seen in the Avengers and in Thor, though briefly, his ‘mortal’ style. 


A suit. 

……


I LOVE A GUY IN A SUIT. 


Seriously, its almost my religion.


Guys in suits are waaaaaaay more attractive than this stupid 'dope style’ or whatever its called. What even is that? 


Okay, so you have a hat on backwards, your pants are falling off and your shoes are horrifyingly red. 


That’s not appealing to me AT ALL.


Now, it would get annoying after a while to have your guy always wearing a suit, so I really would like to know how Loki would dress casually. 


Would he? Or would he just always be wearing a suit? 


Who knows?


But his clothing style definitely fits my criteria.


Point Number Four: He Is Literally Prince Charming.


I’m sure every girl when she was little, dreamed of having a Prince Charming come and marry her or something.


Well, Loki could charm the pants off anyone (they don’t call him 'Silver Tongue’ for nothing I’m sure *wink wink wiggle wiggle*), and he’s a Prince. Of a cool space kingdom.


Thus, I give you Prince Charming.


Now, as much as I hate to say it, Loki is a fictional character.

Yes I just committed the number one fangirl sin. But hear me out.

Even though he’s not real, I’m sure if he was and you were lucky enough to be his significant other, he would treat with the utmost respect.


There are SO many fanfictions out there where he treats his girlfriend or whatever like crap. 

I’m sorry but no.


Loki would be the most respectful partner in the world. Even surpassing Captain America. (Forgive me Steve for I have sinned.)

He would treat you like a freaking queen. Am I right? (Yes, yes I am)

Point Number Five: The Tragic Back Story.


 Lots of girls like a guy with a tragic back story or something like that. 


Well let me tell you that Loki is like the Prince of all tragicness.


I mean, his father is like the worst, he was always second to Thor and he found out that he is not in fact Asgardian, but an Andorian with Elsa’s powers.  (If you didn’t get the reference I will be upset with you.)


How sad is that? 


(Which I don’t know about you, but I would totally cry if I found out that I wasn’t Asgardian.*sniff sniff*)


Point Number Six: His Height.


As a member of the short girl club, I can tell that most of us love it when someone really tall hugs us. It feels super comforting and you always feel really safe.


Well, Loki is tall. And while I’ve never hugged him, I’ve hugged my brother, who is the same height as him,(Or rather the same height as Tom Hiddleston who plays Loki so…..) and let me tell you, he gives like the best hugs ever. (When he’s not squeezing the life out of you)


If you’re a tall girl and want a guy that isn’t shorter than you, then I give you Loki. I highly doubt that you’re gonna be taller than him. (Unless you’re 6" 3 which if you are, I’m so sorry.)

So that concludes my points on why people should love Loki as much as I do.

Above and Below (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: Hey :) Could you please write a Bellamy x reader where (Y/N) is a grounder and she’s been taught to hate both mountain people and sky people after living in fear of them. Things change when she encounters Bellamy and the two of them begin to fall for each other.

Originally posted by whateverbellamy


Growing up on earth was not easy. Falling for Bellamy Blake, on the other hand, was the easiest thing you’ve ever done. Your parents had raised you to believe that the people who resided on the mountain and lived in the sky were dangerous, evil beings out to harm you. Your whole village lived in constant fear that one day they would strike but as you look at the sky person caught in your animal trap, you start to think that maybe they were wrong. Very wrong.

“You don’t look dangerous.” You stare in wonder, tilting your head as he tries to wriggle free from the thick rope caught onto his ankles.

“Just wait until I get out of here.” He responds angrily, pulling on the rope fiercely. Walking up to him curiously, you put your spear down to look at him. He pauses when you crouch down closely, running your fingertips along his shoulders, touching the soft material. It’s nothing like the type of harsh rag-like clothing you’re used to. It’s odd. The myths told about sky people said they wear white armour with big, round glass helmets. This man definitely does not fit that description. The stories of sky people also told of their teeth being sharp and pointy, like thousands of knives protruding from their red gums. He tries to wriggle away when you place your hands on his lips, opening his mouth to examine his teeth. They look like yours - normal. 

Moving your hands from his mouth you look at him in confusion, “Who are you?” You ask angrily, reaching back for your spear as he sits up. 

“Bellamy.” He blinks, watching your hand grasp the weapon, “I’m from the sky.” 

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Floral

Once again taking revenge on @dadshirtking​! Enjoy, my princess!


The party was in full swing and you were having a great time, sipping a vodka and lime. The place was packed with people, half of which you didn’t even know. It became clear to you that your boyfriend had a lot of friends, ones you hadn’t been introduced to, but you were fine with that. You weren’t a fan of being the centre of attention. It was his birthday party. Tonight was Harry’s night.

23 years he had lived and what a wonderful 23 years they had been. This year was a big year for him. His film would be released in July and he was working on his debut solo album. Just being proud of him was a massive understatement. You and Harry had only been dating for about a year but your heart bloomed with so much love for him that sometimes, it was hard for you to contain it. You loved him more than you ever thought you could love anybody but Harry had that handsome charm that made you fall under his spell within seconds.

Just as you helped yourself to some snacks on the table, a unique British accent hit your ears. You had never met her but you were a huge fan of her. How could you not be? She was Adele! She came up to the table and popped an olive in her mouth, holding a glass of bubbly in her hand. She caught you looking at her and smiled sweetly.

“Hello there, love!”

“Hi.” You squeaked.

“Aren’t you a cutie? What’s your name?”

“I’m (Y/N).”

“What a gorgeous name! So, how do you know our lovely Harold?” She asked. You weren’t offended that she didn’t know who you were. How could Adele know you? You were just about to answer her when you felt a hand place itself on your waist. You knew his touch, you didn’t have to look up to know who the hand belonged to.

“Hello, baby. I see you’ve met Adele.” His smooth deep voice never failed to make your heart beat a little faster than normal. Adele’s gaze darted from you to Harry then back to you, her eyes widening as her hand went to her mouth in shock.

“Oh, dear, you’re Harry’s girl, aren’t you? I’m so sorry, love, I had no idea!” She reached out and clasped your hand in hers, asking for forgiveness. You told her it was OK, giving her a small smile, because you still couldn’t believe you were standing in front of Adele. She wished Harry a happy birthday before taking another olive and going off to chat with some other people.

“Wow.” You choked out.

“Wow what?”

“Harry, you know how much I love Adele! I can’t believe I actually spoke to her!”

“You are adorable when you’re excited.” Harry chuckled. You turned your body to face him and smiled up at him. Why on earth did he have sunglasses on his head at night, you had no idea, but you didn’t ask. The patterned shirt he wore was a birthday present from you. It was no secret to anyone that Harry had a unique fashion sense so the moment you saw the shirt in the shop window, it was a no-brainer for you to buy it for him.

“Are you enjoying your party?” You asked.

“Of course, baby. Especially because you’re here, wearing these pants.”

You glanced down at your legs and remembered the look on Harry’s face when he first saw you in these pants. Red floral pants, very Harry Styles-like, skin-tight and perfectly hugging your curves. Stealing my ideas of clothes, are you? He had said when you walked out into the living room earlier today. What could you say? His sense in fashion was rubbing off on you.

“I know you like them.”

“I love them.” Harry corrected you.

“It’s a shame the boys couldn’t make it.” You said, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt. Even though the other lads were in L.A., they were busy with their own lives and working on their solo music. And Harry understood that.

“I know. But they texted me this morning and they’ll probably tweet me as well. It’s all good. All I need on my birthday is you.”

He was such a sap and you loved that about him. He could be sexy but extremely cheesy too. You giggled a little and blushed. His lips touched your cheek and teased your jawline as you squeaked his name. Then, his mouth was on yours, and you couldn’t care less if pictures were being taken of you two. Harry was happy with you and he had a right to show it.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, birthday boy.” You whispered against his lips, giving him one more kiss and patting his chest. Harry reached behind you and grabbed a glass of vodka and lemon from the table, clinking his glass with yours. You wrapped your arm around his waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple, the stain of alcohol on his tongue. You inhaled your boyfriend’s musky scent mixed with his Tom Ford cologne, knowing it would not be the alcoholic drinks that would be the result of your intoxication. It would be Harry.

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anonymous asked:

What are your: Personal top 4–6 Padmé costumes; Favorite 4–6 non-Padmé costumes; Favorite SW film plot-wise; Favorite SW film music-wise, if you have one; Favorite 1–3 SW spaceships, if you have any; Favorite behind the scenes goofs, gifs, or anecdotes?

I’ve been wondering when I would get asked what my favorite costumes are!


Top 5 favorite Padme costumes, in no particular order:

-The Yellow Picnic Dress (AotC)

This dress changed my opinion on an entire color. I used to hate yellow. Like really hate yellow. Bet then I saw and studied this dress and it is so beyond beautiful to me. It’s so flowy and feminine and colorful. Also her hair! My favorite hairstyles for Padme are always the curled ones, and plus, she has the side buns which are a little shout out to Leia’s buns. Not to mention I love that entire scene in and of itself because they are in a natural setting of a field of grass and flowers, so different from cold and colorless space, and it’s one of the few time Anakin and Padme are truly and genuinely happy. It’s before the war, it’s before Shim dies, it’s just a happy little moment between them, and the yellow summer dress really evokes that.

-The Blue Tatooine Dress (AotC)

(Or as I like to call it: The Desert Goddess Dress) It’s just really pretty? I like the color and the silver details. I love her hair since it’s also curled and has slight buns on the sides. I love the cape but I’m not a big fan of the cloak that goes over the whole outfit. But I really find it funny that she chose a dress that shows her mid-drift while visiting Anakin’s family (she did the same thing visiting her own family how iconic.)

-The Blue Gloved Nightgown (RotS)

Honestly I love all of Padme’s nightgowns but if I had to choose between them this is my favorite. I like the color, I like her hair, I love the fact that she sleeps in a tiara. Despite the long gloves, it’s a bit more practical than the pearl embellished blue nightgown from previously in the film. It has seashells on it, though you can’t tell unless seeing High Quality stills of the dress. Also it’s worn during a very emotional scene and is one of the last costumes that she wears, so it has an added importance.

-The Parade Dress (TPM)

Honestly the only one of her outfits as a Queen that I like. Her other Queen outfits are too dark and over-the-top for my taste. I mean I get why they’re dark and over-the-top, but they just don’t appeal to me personally. But I really like the one she wears at the end of the film. I love the white dress and pastel pink and yellow of the cloak. I like how it’s somewhat of a slight callback to Leia’s dress during the ceremony at the end of ANH. (In case you can’t tell, I Absolutely love parallels between Leia and Padme’s wardrobes.)

-The Funeral Dress (RotS)

I love this dress so much. I love the colors, I love her hair, I love the flowers, it’s all just so pretty and regal but also very sad. So many sequins! Trisha Bigger (the designer of most of the costumes) said it was supposed to resemble the lakes and waterfalls of Naboo, and Natalie Portman said it reminded her of Ophelia from Hamlet, and I think they’re both absolutely right. And she’s just so beautiful like absolutely the angel that Anakin thought she was. Even in death, Padme is more beautiful than any of us will ever be. No lie, I want to be buried in something like that.  

-Honorable Mention – White Geonosis Outfit (AotC)

One of her more practical costumes (except for the fact that it’s white (I mean really you shouldn’t wear white into battle) (of course the costume department said they made it white so that it would stand out in the red/orange sand) (still, white will get so dirty during a battle) whatever, I digress.) This costume has by far the most amount of screen time than any of her others. I really like the cloak and silver armbands too. It’s also a bit similar to Leia’s Hoth outfit. I actually thought about cosplaying this one but I have no idea how to do that freaking hair.


Top 5 non-Padme costumes, in no particular order:

-Princess Leia’s Hoth/Bespin outfit (ESB)

Like it’s literally just a white jumpsuit but Carrie Fisher made that thing look so regal and badass. I don’t have much to say about it, I just like it a lot?

-Princess Leia’s Ceremony Dress (ANH)

Yeah it’s a plain white dress but it’s prettier and more feminine than the other plain white dress. I love the cape effect of the sleeves even though it’s not actually a cape. I also really like the necklace and hair. I’ve considered cosplaying this one too.

-Luke’s Dagobah Costume (ESB)

I like that it shows his biceps. It’s also dirty and kind of grungy, which you wouldn’t think of as a good Look for Luke but damn does he make it work.

-Lando’s Blue Outfit (ESB)

The lining of his cape is literally embroidered with dragons. Iconic.

-Luke’s Ceremony Outfit (ANH)

I love that it’s so obvious that Luke is wearing Han’s clothes here. Because we all know Luke didn’t pack much when he left Tatooine, so he didn’t have a lot in the way of fashionable clothes. But Han helped him out and donated an outfit. Except for the canary yellow jacket. That was not Han’s and no one has any idea where Luke got it from.

-Honorable Mention – Princess Leia’s Bespin Gown (ESB)

The first time Leia wears color! (even if it is an unfortunate shade of red.) I like the shape and texture of the cape/cloak and that is has a vague floral pattern on it. I really like her hair too. Too bad it doesn’t have much screen time.


Favorite SW film plot wise?

-Lol I don’t watch Star Wars for the plot. But seriously, I think they all have unique and interesting plots (except for TFA)


Favorite SW film music wise?

-They all have fantastic music but I have to say Rogue One had very unique music compared to the others. I guess because it wasn’t John Williams, which I love John Williams! But I really enjoyed the soundtrack for RO.


Favorite spaceships?

-Nubian Ships (Prequels)

(Pictured: J-type 327 Nubian Royal starship) They’re just so shiny and remind me of mirrors. Fun fact: Captain Phasma’s armor is made from the melted down hull of one of Palpatine’s Naboo ships.  

-Kylo Ren’s shuttle (TFA)

It’s pretty simple but very intimidating. I love the long V-shape wings, they kind of remind me of a bird of prey.


Favorite behind the scenes stuff?

-So many of the actors make their own sound effects with the lightsabers and blasters.

-Carrie making Mark wear her Leia costumes. (I wonder if she ever got him to wear the gold bikini…)

-All the many times that you can see Hayden Christensen fall down in bts videos. It really supports my head canon that Anakin has bad balance because of the prosthetic arm.


Wow this was a loaded ask. I hope I answered everything to satisfaction!

choconanime  asked:

Can I request headcanons of the guy's reacting to the Mc being the type of girl who likes to hug like everyone and say "I love you" is like so natural to her that she says it to everyone but the thing is that she wears revealing clothing(Thank you!😊

 Author’s note: here you go friend!!! I hope this is okay, sorry it took so long :)

Yoosung

  • -when he came hope and brought you lunch you were so happy
  • -you ran up to him and hugged him
  • -“I love you so much!!! You’re the best.”
  • -but when he didn’t reciprocate the hug is when you pulled away
  • -BRIGHT RED
  • -HIS FACE WOULD BE 707’S HAIR RED I realize that his hair is orange but worK WITH me
  • -“M-MC, look at your clothes…”
  • -you looked down and saw you were wearing nothing but pants and a bra because OH YEAH YOU WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF CHANGING WHEN HE CAME HOME AND OH
  • -you looked back up a the precious child and apologized
  • -bUT
  • -before you could run away he grabbed your wrist
  • -“I-I don’t, I mean, I didn’t mind…”
  • -cinnamon roll knows what he wants

 

Zen

  • -once again I will remind you
  • -low cut shirts are his weak spot
  • -so when you bought that EXTRA low shirt just for him, you couldn’t help but laugh
  • -you changed in the car and called his name when you walked in the house
  • -when he saw what you were wearing hIS EYES POPPED OUT OF HIS HEAD I SWEAR
  • - you ran up to give him a hug
  • -“I love yo-“
  • -but before you could wrap your arms around him he grabs your shoulders and stops you
  • -he gives you one lonnngggg up down and smiles
  • -“I like what I see.”
  • -he takes your wrist and drags back into the bedroom
  • -the end ;)

Jaehee

  • -the first thing she saw when you ran up to her was your smile
  • -the second thing she was that unbelievably high crop top you were wearing
  • -and when you hugged her, and her arms met bare skin she just about died on the spot
  • -when you pulled out of the hug and saw how flushed she was you put a hand to her forehead
  • -“Are you sick? What’s wrong?”
  • -“Y-your shirt, it’s so short.”
  • -you frowned
  • -she saw your reaction and pulled you closer
  • -“It’s short… and I love it”
  • -I will say this over and over but she’s just an angel and deserves the world and UGH

 

Jumin

  • -he bought you that dress
  • -but what he didn’t know was how shORT it was
  • -and how TIGHT
  • -and how LOW CUT
  • -maybe he did know it and that’s why he bought it that sneaky devil
  • -but when you walked out and gave him a twirl
  • -he stood up and started walking toward your room
  • -you ran up to him and hugged him from behind
  • -“Do you not like it? I thought you would love it…”
  • -he spun you around and pushed you against the wall
  • -“It’s not that I don’t love it, it’s that I don’t want other people to see you in it. This dress is only for me. Got it?”
  • -he kissed your forehead and walked away, going into your closet to find you something else to wear
  •  

707

  • -you were running late for the RFA meeting and you had to grab whatever was closest to you
  • -the fact that the closest shirt to you was an EXTREMELY tight and low cut one was just pure luck
  • -so when you ran out to the car and seven saw what you were wearing, his jaw dropped glasses are broken AGAIN
  • -you hugged him
  • -“Sorry for taking so long, I didn’t realize what time it was!”
  • -when you pulled out of the hug you realized his mouth was still open is it stuck like that??
  • -you waved a hand in front of him
  • -“Earth to Seven??”
  • -when he came back to reality he smiled
  • -“When I saw you in that top, a little piece of me died and went to heaven. It’s a good thing you’re an angel!”
  • -you roll your eyes but love him so much
  • -he gives you his jacket
  • -“Wear this until we get home… I don’t want any of the others to get to see my angel too.”
Dude, where’s my pants?

Here’s my submission for this week’s weekly prompt, “First Sight” from the Wolfstar Introvert Club @introvert-club

Everyone is welcome to participate, just be sure to tag your submissions with #wolfstar introvert prompt, or feel free to submit anonymously via ask!


“Why are you carrying around a bunch of laundry, Pads? You never do your laundry until you’re down to your last pair of boxer briefs. And even then, you turn ‘em inside out to get that extra day in.” James is sprawled on Sirius’ bed, flipping through a Sports Illustrated and spewing pretzel crumbs all over the sheets.

Sirius is standing in the doorway of their dorm room, looking confused as his gaze flips back and forth from the bundle of clothes in his arms to his roommate. “Bruh, these are your clothes.”

James raises an eyebrow. “No they aren’t. I don’t wear skinny jeans. When have you ever seen me in skinny jeans? And our towels are blue, not red.”

Sirius is scowling now. “Yes, they are your clothes, you ass. You were taking a shower, so I ran in and stole them so you’d have to walk back to the room naked and…” His voice trails off as his face scrunches up in confusion. “What the hell, man? You’re not in the shower. Why aren’t you in the shower like you said you’d be?”

James shrugs. “I got caught up.” He turns the page in his magazine, knocking his elbow into the bag of pretzels and spilling them across Sirius’ comforter.

Sirius’ eyes widen in horror. “Oh shit. These aren’t your clothes, Prongs.”

“Nope. Those are my clothes, and if you’d be so kind as to give them back, I’d much appreciate it. It’s a bit nippy here in the hall.”

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Anonymous said: Can I request a jughead x reader based on the song Treat You Better? Where the reader is in an abusive relationship or something and jughead is in love with her?

A/N: Okay so because I’m old (not that old but up there for Tumblr surely), I could not have told you this was a Shawn Mendes song let alone who he was before this request. I am REALLY not a top 40 person (never have been) so hopefully I did your request justice. Lol I’m sorry I don’t know what teenagers listen to…anyway thanks for the request and I hope you guys like it.


I won’t lie to you
I know he’s just not right for you
And you can tell me if I’m off
But I see it on your face
When you say that he’s the one that you want
And you’re spending all your time
In this wrong situation
And anytime you want it to stop

I saw her face as he left the diner. The sheer terror in her eyes as his anger made him leave. In the course of several months, she seemed weaker. A shadow or a remnant of the person she used to be.

She used to glide through the hallways so easily. A smile to Betty or to those who she would consider friends. Every once in a while I would catch a glance and she’d become a little bashful. I honestly would as well. Sometimes she would sit at our table at lunch as she was friends with both Betty and Veronica. She seemed to like my sarcasm and laughed at my jokes. Honestly it was hard not to love her laugh. A few times she would join us at Pop’s and it seemed difficult for both of us to tear our eyes from each other.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do some chubby female farmer struggling with self esteem and Shane comforting her?

It took a while to notice things, but he tended to notice things more when it came to his new bride. She spend more time in the mirror, more time searching through clothes.

One day, when she was trying to find some clothes for the Mayor’s birthday, she was taking an extra long time. He walked up behind her, looking at both of their reflections.

“Wassup?” He asked.

“Nothing,” She threw another dress on the chair nearby.

“I like the pink one,” he supplied.

She sighed, going back to the closet.

“Would you prefer light red?”

She snorted, but her laughter wasn’t as long as usual. He could tell something was wrong.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t find anything to wear.”

“What’s wrong with the pink one?”

She angrily peaked out at him from their closet. “That one makes me look fat.”

“Really?” He asked. “I don’t think so.”

“It does,” she snapped. She disappeared into the closet.

He waited a second before walking in after her, noticing she wasn’t looking at the clothes. He pulled her into a hug.

“I thought… I thought that working out on the Farm would help me lose weight. But it hasn’t.”

“Then your body’s just built like that. There’s nothing wrong, dear.”

“I know, I know.”

“And you’re still pretty.”

“No I’m not.”

“You are to me.”

softecat  asked:

idk if youre still doing this but what about best boy Mista?

Y’know what? I’m gonna roast the entirety of Buccellati’s gang.

First off, we have Giorno “Piss Drinker” Giovanna, the son of Dio Brando. Much like his father, Giorno has a questionable taste in fashion. Where did Giorno get a vest with ladybug nipples? Why does said vest have a boob window? Why does his hair have donuts in it? So many questions, but all I know is that he once stole Koichi’s luggage like a BASTARD. What the hell is your issue, Giorno?

(Not that Dio’s other children are better. Donatello looks like a tennis ball, Rikiel looks like a half-built cow cosplay (or Bruno’s brother), and Ungalo is Ungalo.)

Right after Giorno is fashion disaster Pannacotta Fugo. Holy crap would be the best term to describe whatever he’s wearing. You know how Kanye West advertises clothing with holes in them? I bet you $100 bucks that Fugo had some involvement in making it. And who the hell wears a tie UNDERNEATH their suit? Fuck Fugo, fuck his stupid hole suit, and fuck that one variant where he looks like a swiss cheese gijinka;

You wanna know the real reason why Fugo disappeared in Vento Aureo? Because everybody in Passione laughed at his stupid suit.

After Fugo comes everybody’s favorite four-hating weirdo, Guido Mista. What an appropriate first name, huh? I will give Mista some credit, though - getting rid of those sandals was a good move. He should have gotten rid of the rest of his suit, especially the helmet he wears. Is that a blue arrow on it, or is it a dick? And what kind of shirt is he wearing? A sweater crop-top? Do those even exist?

(Update: They do. Hm. Well, I guess I can roast his pants. Is he trying to pull a Dio and wear reverse-assless chaps?)

Narancia Ghirga has got the chin to end all chins. This orange boy loves Hey Arnold so much that he’s even got the shirt-skirt thing that Arnold has. Unfortunately, Narancia forgot that Arnold wears a red shirt, not an orange one. And what’s up with his shoes? Did he wrap up some onion rings with string? It’d be reasonable, coming from a man who got 28 from multiplying 16 and 55.

Up next is Leone Abbacchio, known by many as “Linkin Park’s biggest fan”. This dude’s hair is so spiky, I think he bleached an octopus and put its tentacles on his head. His suit itself is alright when compared to everyone else’s clothes, but it still looks wrong. It’s like if CD-i Link became the third member of Twenty One Pilots. The only difference is that CD-i Link would make TOP’s music good, while Leone wouldn’t change anything about it.

I wonder what would happen if Leone, Foo Fighters, and Rohan combined their egg-shells. Would Jouta pop out of the egg? I hope not.

Last, but not least, is the leader of the gang, Bruno “Zipper Fetishist” Buccellati. This coconut-head motherfucker has the second-tackiest suit in the entirety of his gang, right after Cheesy Fugo himself. What are those black things covering Buccellati’s suit? Sperm? Spoons? Stop signs? I know what needs to stop, and it’s Buccellati wearing that abomination of a suit.

anonymous asked:

Could you do the “I forgot my gym shirt and no one is letting me borrow theirs so can I have yours, even though it’s several sizes too large? Thanks, but you can stop telling me I look really cute in your clothing because I can’t stop blushing.” AU from School Prompts for connor/evan (if you haven't already done so) please?? thank you:) love your writing!!

(eek sorry this is so late, i have been busy and ugh)

Thank you!! Gah this is so cute im already dying just thinking about it

Important: my school does not have P.E or gym or whatever? So changing into gym clothes is an actual thing that people do? what???? Ok while reading this keep in mind i literally have no idea what a changing room or gym stuff is like.

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Evan stared at his locker for a few moments in disbelief. He stared at his empty locker. There was nothing in it. This was his gym locker, there should be his gym clothes in it, but there was nothing. All there was in the locker was a small pile of fabric. Pulling it out, Evan saw that it was gym shorts- not his, and a size too big, but it would have to do.

But there was no shirt. Evan looked frantically in the locker some more, but that was useless seeing how there were not hidden doors or anything that would hide stuff in the locker.

Evan continued staring into the locker though- maybe it was the shame of probably having to wear his button up shirt during gym. The other boys around him laughed and talked to each other, all changing into their clothes. Usually, Evan was in one of the bathroom stalls by now, changing into his own gym clothes. He hated changing in front of the other fit and toned boys.

Who would have taken his clothes? The only person that came to mind was Jared- fucking Jared. God, he probably wanted to start some prank war or something. Evan himself hated pranks, he always worried that something would go wrong and they would get in trouble or the inflicted person would get angry. In a short burst of anger, Evan slammed his locker shut.

People had begun to leave already, so not many noticed Evan’s little outburst. It wasn’t like he could straight up ask people for a spare shirt, god that would be mortifying. Evan’s face was burning, and he could really start to feel the panic begin.

“H-hey,” Someone spoke next to him. The sudden voice startled Evan, and he jerked his head in the direction. “Evan, are you okay?” It was Connor Murphy.

Jesus, this day kept getting better and better, didn’t it? Of course Evan’s crush would be here to witness Evan breaking down. How wonderful. Evan shrugged. He briefly considered being sarcastic, but he realized that he was on the verge of tears so humor was not going to happen.

“Peachy. My friend stole my gym shirt.” Evan did all that he could to keep his voice from cracking. This was mortifying. Connor didn’t say anything for a few moments, but then stepped back.

“Here. Take my shirt.” Connor leaned into his already open locker and pulled out a spare shirt. Evan stared at it with wide eyes. “Take it,” Connor insisted after a few moments of silence.

Evan took it. He didn’t know what else to do, class would be starting in like 5 minutes, he had no other option!

“I- uh- I’m just gonna go- um- change,” Evan said awkwardly. Connor smiled a little, and nodded. “Thank you.” Evan practically ran to the bathroom stalls.

After he slipped the shirt on, he noticed the biggest problem.

Connor was a very different size than Evan. The shirt hung down halfway down his thighs. When he looked in the mirror, he had to stifle a giggle. The arm holes were two times too big. Everything seemed to just hang loosely on Evan’s body. It did smell like Connor though.

No, Evan stop that. That is creepy. Evan mentally chided himself.

Evan made his way back into the locker room, expecting Connor to be long gone.

But he wasn’t. Connor was leaning up against the lockers, on his phone. He looked up when he heard Evan approaching.

“Damn, Hansen. You look adorable in that.”

That was the last thing Evan expected him to say. His cheeks went pink, no, red, and he couldn’t bring himself to even look at Connor.

“I should tell Jared to take your clothes more, so you would wear my shirt again.” Evan’s ears went red as well.

“Stop,” He mumbled. Connor laughed, and stood up straight.

“Fine. Ready to go?” Connor paused, thinking. “Or, we could just skip, and go out on a date?”

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you've already done this (feel free to ignore it if you have!) But could I maybe ask for the rfa members (+ v and saeran maybe?) reacting to mc stealing and walking around in an item of their clothing? I love your blog btw!

Thank youuuu!

~This is a cute ask, here ya go! 

Yoosung 

  • After much waiting, this kid FINALLY asks you to stay overnight
  • You were sitting and watching him play LOLOL with his guild, getting close to leaving for the night
  • He noticed you looking at your phone which meant it was time to go
    • “MC, w-why don’t you just sleep here? I can make you an omelette in the morning!”
  • You could hear the ‘hallelujah’ chorus in the distance as you agreed
  • He promised to be off soon, they were going to fight this rare monster
  •  But you didn’t exactly prepare for this
  • You had no PJs!
  • While he was glued to the screen you decided to raid his closet
  • He wouldn’t mind, right?
  • You found a green LOLOL shirt that seemed just big enough for you to sleep comfortably in
    • “This nerd…god I love him,” you laughed to yourself as you held it up to inspect it
  • You could still hear him screaming into the chat mic from the other room as you changed into it
  • Walked back into the living room to see how the game was going
    • “Superman Yoosung! How are you doing?!”
    • “MC! I’m sorry I can’t talk right now, we are right in the middle of-”
  • HoLY SHIT
  • He had to double take
    • “ImsorryguysimloggingoutBYE”
  • Throws his headset, ignoring the screaming on the other end
  • His cheeks were so flush!
  • You’ve never seen him move so fast
  • Snatched you up and kissed you super hard

Jumin

  • Does this guy own anything other than striped freaking shirts
  • You were thumbing through his closet for something to wear
  • Bored of your own clothes, you wanted to wear something of his
  • THEN YOU DISCOVERED IT
  • Hidden in the very back of his closet
  • A black shirt with Elizabeth 3rd’s photo printed on it
  • O M G !!!
  • Could anyone blame you for snatching it off of the hanger and throwing it on?
  • You looked so cute wearing nothing but the Elizabeth shirt
  • When you greeted Jumin at the door…
  • Holding Elizabeth (who was super content) in your arms
  • It was the first time you had seen him flustered
  • Literally couldn’t speak??
    • Oh no she found the shirt!
      • OH NO she’s wearing it and looks so cute!!!!!…
  • In a split second is telling the body guards to give you privacy, ordering everyone out of the penthouse for 3 hours
    • “MC…I’m going to punish you for snooping through my things…”

Zen 

  • One of your favorite things in the world was teasing this guy
  • Poor Zen
  • So when you found this tight leather shirt in his closet of course the first thing you did was put it on to greet him when he came back from the gym
  • It must have been from one of his musicals or something, lost and forgotten in his closet
  • You were giddy as you waited for him to arrive 
  • When he finally walked through the door, sweaty, towel around his neck…
    • “MC, I’m hoooome!” He called before noticing you in the kitchen entryway
    • “Zen! I’ve been waiting…” you  smirked.
  • //Dead
  • K.O.
  • Can I type this any more?? ((((no))))
  • You’ve unleashed
  • T H E  B E A S T
  • He throws his water bottle and towel to the side
  • THROWS IT
  • You’re not going to sleep much tonight

Jaehee

  • It was a super hard day at the coffee shop for her
  • Poor girl was drained
  • She found herself walking into a dark apartment 
  • You bumped into her while getting a glass of water
    • “Oh Jaehee…you’re home”
    • “Yes. I’m so exh- MC? Is this my shirt?”
  • When her eyes adjusted to the dark she noticed it
  • You put it on to go to bed
    • “Um yeah. You work so late sometimes…and it smells like you”
  • All of her stress washed away and she blushed
  • She kissed the top of your head
    • “Let’s get some rest, MC.”

Saeyoung

  • You were cooking a late night meal for you both
  • Wearing nothing but his big sweater
  • He had been glued to his desk all day and you knew the best way to get him to eat was if you cooked it for him
  • The smell of the food drew him out to the kitchen
  • Critical hit ! to his heart when he saw you
  • You were so focused you hadn’t even noticed him until he was tugging at the sweater
    • “Heyyy, this is mine,” he pointed out
    • “So?”
    • “So give it back,” he pulled at it.
    • “No! Get outta here you’re bothering me,” you smacked his hands away.
    • “Not without my sweater!”
  • Was tickling you and pulling it up, trying to get to the zipper
  • You hit him with a spatula several times
  • Ended up running from him and he chased you throughout the apartment
  • Tackles you on the couch
  • He gets his sweater >.>
  • You were interrupted by the smell of burning food
    • “Oh shit, dinner!” You jumped up.
    • “Eh, don’t worry about it MC. I’ll order some takeout. Now, where were we…”

V

  • You were wearing one of his V necks as a nightie
  • This boy had the most comfy clothes omg the quality
  • He was waiting on the couch as you brewed tea
  • Snuggled up next to him after bringing a cup for you both
    • “Thank you, darling,” he smiled.
  • Immediately spits out his tea when he feels what you’re wearing
    • “I hope it’s okay, V. Your clothes are just so comfy!”
  • He was speechless for a moment but let his hands do the talking for him
    • “It’s more than okay, MC”
  • He pulled you in for a kiss then showed you just how much he liked it

Saeran

  • It was dinner and movie night!
  • Saeran was groaning at you from the living room, telling you to hurry up or you’d be late for your reservation
  • But all of your clothes were dirtyyyy T_T
  • Damn you had both really been slacking on the chores lately
  • Frantic, you grabbed one of his red shirts
  • He won’t mind, right?
  • It went okay with your jeans anyway
  • You shrugged, rushing to meet him by the door
    • “Ready to go?” You panted.
  • He was stiff still staring at you
    • “Umm…earth to Saeran? HellooOOO-!”
  • He tossed you over his shoulder without warning and was carrying you back down the hallway
    • “What are you doing?! We’re going to be late!” you yelled.
  • He closed the bedroom door behind you with his foot and tossed you on the bed

anonymous asked:

Thanks for writing the angst it fuels me! If you have time maybe Jason annoying the team cause he gets super smug if billy wears his clothes or the color red!

:D (Possessive trope is my jam, my dude, thank)


If their lives were a 90′s superhero show, they’d probably be caught wearing their Ranger colours a lot more. Jason tried really hard to imagine an all red wardrobe.

He couldn’t.

It was just way too damn tacky.

Billy seemed to be embracing it though. Unintentionally though. That was obvious enough. What with his accidental grabbing of blue plates and blue binders and blue pens at every available moment. Jason wondered if he’d ever noticed or if he was just completely unaware every time.

Everyone else’s colours, including Jason’s, weren’t ever considered though. Purple, never black. Orange, never yellow. Or red. No pink either.

Just blue.

It was kinda cute how closely tied he’d become to his Ranger form.

So when Billy walked into Trini’s room, his blue bag already sliding off to the floor and blue sneakers squeaking across the floor, Jason grinned and filed the mental image of it all way for the billionth time.

And then he realized that Billy was wearing his shirt.

Not any shirt.

His red Ranger one. A joke gift that Kim had given everyone. A shirt for their Ranger.

And Billy was wearing it.

“Uh… nice shirt, Billy,” Kim said Zack’s lap. “Isn’t that… Jason’s?”

Billy’s bag hit the floor, loud. He pulled out his shirt, looking at the image like he wasn’t even aware of what he’d put on that morning. He glanced back at Kim and smiled. “Yes, it is.”

Kim ducked her head, smiling. Behind her, Zack was grinning loose and wild. Billy didn’t seem to notice their overly amused looks as he glanced at Jason, who was staring at him. “I found it in my bag yesterday. You probably have my jacket.”

“Uh-” Jason’s voice cracked. “Y-yeah. Probably, Billy.”

Billy frowned. “Do you want me to take it off?”

And Jason was spiraling across the bed, frantic “No!” echoing out of his mouth, loud, until he was standing up in front of Billy, close, close, close up to him. He relaxed at Billy’s alarmed look and laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, no, it’s fine, Billy. You look-” Like you’re mine. “-good.”

Billy smiled bright. “Okay!” He scratched the inside of his wrist. “Trini said to help her with the cookies once I got up here so I’m going to go now.”

“Okay, Billy,” Jason murmured, ducking quickly to give him a brief kiss on the cheek.

Billy bumped his hand against Jason’s, soft and fleeting, like he did when he was pleased and wanted to be romantic but wasn’t up for anything public. They watched him leave. Jason licked his lips. In the back of his mind, he was working out how difficult it’d be to get Billy to wear more of his clothes or just more red.

Blue and red.

Nothing else.

Or maybe just all red, all the time.

“Well…” Zack chuckled, wrapping his arms around Kim’s chest. “That was new.”

“Yeah,” Kim laughed.

“You think he’d wear my shirt if I asked?”

“No!” Jason snapped, a burst of jealous rage pounding through him. It was quick and left him dazedly lightheaded. He flushed, halfway embarrassed. “I mean-”

“Relax, J-Man.” Zack stuck his hands up, defensive. “I don’t want your boy. Got my special girl.” He licked a stripe up Kimberly’s neck, that left her shrieking and swatting him, partially annoyed.

She rolled out of his lap and gave him a look to which he grinned wildly. Rolling her eyes, she turned to Jason and crossed her arms. “I never struck you for the possessive type.”

“I’m not possessive,” Jason huffed. “I just-” He swallowed thickly, refusing to meet their knowing eyes. “He wouldn’t look good in black, that’s all.”

“That’s racist,” Zack said and Jason rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, Zack. It’s a one-time thing.” Jason rolled up his sleeves. “He literally only wears his colour. No one else’s. I don’t think Billy’s gonna detract from that routine.”


Maybe it was God trying to punish him for bitch-slapping so many villains into space or maybe it was God trying to thank him for that but Billy wore a lot more red and a lot more of Jason’s clothes over the next few weeks. It was easy enough to understand. They’d both bring over a change of clothes whenever they slept over the other’s house (which was slowly becoming an every weekend thing) and Billy would just accidentally grab something of Jason’s and put it on the next day without thinking.

Except for the part where it was increasingly happening all the time with clothes that didn’t fit Jason’s bulkier frame anymore. Stuff that had been pushed to the back of his closet to be forgotten until spring cleaning and clothes drives.

And everything was red.

Everything Billy took was red and Jason knew, just like they’d all knew, that he didn’t own a large array of red clothing. An all-red wardrobe was tacky and Jason preferred variance. And not looking tacky.

Which meant that Billy was looking for this stuff.

Which meant that Billy either planned it all along or had noticed Jason’s really and very-much-into-it behaviour when it came to his Ranger shirt the first time and was trying to make Jason lose his damn mind.

And Jason couldn’t find his Red Ranger shirt anymore and was convinced that Billy had just pretty much stolen it despite how much the other boy denied it. He didn’t mind, of course. Vanity was never really part of Jason’s style but…

He wondered if it was vain to be incredibly turned on and smug every time Billy wore his colours and his clothes.

Trini seemed to think so.

“If you keep drooling on my food, I’m gonna kill you next time we train,” she threatened, pushing away their shared fries.

Jason was staring at Billy, who was walking over, completely forgone all other colours and just shrouded in red.

And he was wearing Jason’s Red Ranger shirt again.

With the back of his hand, Jason wiped his mouth and stood up. Maybe it was simulation of punishment and reward. Reward for doing good and saving the world. Punishment for being so openly turned on by Billy.

At this rate, Jason really couldn’t care.

Billy bumped their hands together and smiled softly, knowingly, as he walked off towards the food truck with Kim at his side. Kim who glanced over her shoulder and sent Jason a mildly disgusted look before turning back.

“He knows,” Jason whispered.

“Of course he knows,” Zack grunted. He swung his leg over the bench and snatched some of Trini’s fries. “You make such a gross display about it.”

Billy’s red pants were fitting rather snug over the curve of his ass, Jason noted as he said, without much focus, “Uh huh.”

Really, really tight.

Jason licked his lips and grabbed his bag. “Hey, so, um, I gotta go. And Billy- probably-” He rubbed his hand through his hair, tryning to think when Billy glanced back at them and grinned, low and like the fucking Devil.

He waved happily at them. In the sunlight, Jason could see his nails glinted a polished red.

Jason grit his teeth. “I’ll call you guys later.”

“Please don’t,” Trini muttered as Jason stalked off and caught Billy around the waist. Billy grinned, mouth reddened every so slightly by his watermelon smoothie

So maybe an all-red wardrobe wasn’t totally tacky.

Just… only on Billy.

Only ever on Billy.


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Fred Weasley Imagine Faking It Part 2

Requested by @is-that-a-kitten Anon: I NEED PART TWO OF FAKING IT

Part 1

You stabbed the food in front of you, pushing it around the plate, but not eating it. George looked at you with a raised eyebrow, but Fred hadn’t noticed that anything was wrong. 

“(Y/N)?” You looked up swiftly and saw Fred staring at you expectantly. You opened your mouth, but realised that you’d missed what he said. 

“Sorry Fred, I guess I was just daydreaming.” You mumbled and Fred chuckled. 

“Dreaming about some boy, right (Y/N)?” He joked and you turned bright red.

“Something like that.” You mumbled in reply and George shook his head subtly. You looked over at him and he gave you a look, indicating that the two of you would talk when Fred was gone. 

“Well, I’ve got a date later and i was wondering if you think I should wear this?” Fred gestured to his shirt and every word seemed like a stab to your heart. You averted your gaze and nodded. 

“Yeah you look great Fred.” You missed his concerned frown and when you looked up he was beaming happily. He stood up, brushing down his clothes and waved at the two of you. 

“Well, I need to get ready. See you later.” He shouted cheerily and walked away. George moved closer to you and rolled his eyes. 

“Could you be any more love sick?” He asked and you glared at him, hitting him playfully and he feigned hurt, but laughed quietly. 

“This isn’t funny George.” You grumbled, shaking your head at his teasing antics. 

“Come on, it’s just so cliche. Best friends falling in love-”

“He doesn’t love me!” You exclaimed and George stopped talking, staring at you in shock. You shut your mouth after your outburst and looked down, blinking away tears. 

“He doesn’t love me. He’s going on a date for Christ’s sake. I’m wasting my time pining for him, like some puppy, whilst he’s off flirting with anyone who’s interested. But I can’t seem to move on from him and it’s killing me to see him everyday. I never should’ve agreed to the stupid pretend dating thing in the first place.” You poured your feelings out to George, who sat and listened. He placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I know this seems stupid, but maybe telling him will fix things?” George suggested and you shook your head. 

“I…I can’t. It’s pretty clear he’s not bothered and if I told him, I’d only embarrass myself and ruin our friendship. That’s not happening.” You shot down his idea and George sighed. 

“I don’t know what to suggest, except going out with someone new and seeing if it makes a difference.” George said and you bit your lip, not wanting to lead anyone on, when your feelings for Fred were so strong. 

“I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“You won’t. Let me set it up and then if it doesn’t work out, it’s on me. Just try for me? I hate seeing you so miserable.” You nodded, accepting the idea and George got up to find your date.


You opened the wardrobe, eyeing the clothes and sighing in disappointment. George had found you a date and you were surprisingly nervous. He hadn’t told you who it was and you were wondering who it was.

“What’s going on?” You looked behind you and smiled at Fred, as he leaned against the doorway. 

“Trying to find a suitable outfit.” You replied, turning back to the clothes. Fred walked over to you and tilted his head.

“What’s the occasion?” He asked and you smiled.

“I’ve got a date, actually.” Fred blinked a few times, processing your words and smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. 

“Really? With who?” He asked, through gritted teeth, but you could tell that he was trying to be polite. 

“Um, I don’t know. George set it up.” Fred’s eyes widened and he almost growled. You pulled out an outfit and held it towards him. 

“What do you think?” You asked and Fred looked over the outfit, before nodding approvingly. Grinning, you ushered him out of the room and started getting changed, ignoring the pounding in your heart.


You slid into the seat next to George the next morning and Fred glared at his food. George nudged you playfully and you smirked coyly. You started getting food and George leaned towards you.

“Play along.” He muttered and you narrowed your eyes quizzically, as George leaned away. 

“How was it?’ George asked loudly and Fred looked up, waiting for your answer. 

“Really nice, actually. We had a good time.” You admitted, although you didn’t think you’d had a spark. Fred pulled his lips into a thin line and George grinned wickedly.

“Are you going to go out again?” He questioned and you wondered if you should tell him your honest answer of no, but decided against it. 

“Maybe.” You shrugged and Fred stood up, glaring at George. You stared at him in bewilderment, as he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room. He led you to a corridor and you crossed your arms.

“What the hell was that?” You asked, angry that he had dragged you out with no explanation. Fred shook his head and looked away.

“Nothing. But you shouldn’t go on a date again.” You narrowed your eyes and scoffed. 

“What, ever? Fred you’re ridiculous. You tell me I can’t date anyone else, but you don’t want me, so what am I supposed to do? Stay alone forever? It’s things like this that make me question why I fell in love with you.” Your anger poured out of you and you found yourself close to him when you finished speaking. 

“What?” The anger was gone and Fred seemed almost elated. 

“Sorry did I stutter? I said-oh.” You stopped, remembering your last words and your face turned red. Fred grabbed your arm desperately and you couldn’t look away from hm.

“You love me? Do you mean that?” He asked softly, his voice barely audible. Your words were stuck in your throat, so you only nodded and Fred kissed you, as if he’d been waiting for years.

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