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ANN LOWE ONE of a KIND TULLE and VELVET BALLGOWN, 1950s.

White tulle with appliqued red velvet trim and oversized bows, fitted cap sleeve bodice and voluminous layered skirt, interior corset and stiff under-skirt. Labeled. Ann Cole Lowe was the first successful African American fashion designer, creating Jackie Kennedy’s wedding gown in 1953.

Daddy’s Little Schoolgirl

Characters: AJ Styles x OFC

Warnings: NSFW visuals, sexual content, rough, spanking, daddy kink, age difference

Summary: AJ has a kink for his girlfriend dressing up like a schoolgirl. And one day he buys her the outfit and orders her to dress up. Smut ensues. That’s it. 

**WARNING: THIS IS EXTREMELY NSFW, AND VERY DIRTY. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK PLEASE**

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// i remember i made such a shitty little tissue box that was supposed to look like a dog in school and then you had kids come by and put valentines and candy into the little box aAA that’s so cute I rolled with that!

{ Valentine’s Day Special }

Zen:

- His girl has to have the most extra valentine’s box there is. It’s so over the top, there’s jewels– beads, glitter. Everything. Its not even an animal or anything really. Just a mess of glitter– But it’s pretty!

- He loves spending time with his daughter regardless, as long as gets to have a strict talk with all the people who send her valentine’s. Gotta scare ‘em all off.

- Dresses her in a cute little red sweater and white pants with a big red bow in her braided hair; sending her off with their monstrosity of a valentine’s box. Mainly just a pile of glitter and beads– but he loves spending time with his baby girl anyways. He’s glad his she had fun with him.

- When she comes home she shows him all the valentine’s day cards she got– Aka, A lot. Thankfully most of these kiddos are too young to even spell correctly so he’s not too worried.

Jumin:

- He doesn’t get the concept– so when his son asks him for a box for school you better believe he gets a h u g e box from his office for him. Why? No one knows. It’s way too big, but they work with it anyways.

- Jumin wants it to look like a cat, but his son wants it to look like a dog. It ends up looking like some sort of hybrid. MC finishes off the creature with a little bow tie, making it look.. slightly less terrifying.

- Since the box was huge and looked so.. Unique– it brings a lot of attention from the other kids. What does that mean? More valentine’s of course. Jumin is proud when his son comes back with his box full of candy and valentines. Ruffles his hair and sneaks a few pieces of chocolate out of it for MC.

Yoosung:

- He’s totally the dad that will ‘help’ his kid with this but ends up getting carried away. Yoosung does most of the work for the boxes.. only realizing it when his kids start to complain. Apologizes before letting them finish up, they’re two little heart shaped boxes with lace and ribbon.

- They come back with lots of valentines and candies, allowing their dad to have some since he did his fair share in helping. He gives them each a kiss on the cheek as a thanks before sending them off, claiming that you and him need a bit of alone time to.. uh, make your own valentine’s day crafts..? Thankfully the excuse works– much to Yoosung’s relief lolol

Jaehee:

- She loves helping her son with this kind of stuff, crafting and drawing is something they do together often. Digs around to find a smaller box from the cafe to work with. They clean off the table together, placing down newspaper of course– keeping the mess to a minimum.

- It’s fairly simple, a light pink color with lace and beads. It’s not too fancy, but that’s how both of them like it.

- Her son brings back a small amount, but he’s still happy with it regardless. Thankfully he has Jaehees graciousness. He shares his chocolates with her and MC while showing them the cards he got, it’s nice to see him so excited.

Seven:

- As soon as his kids bring it up he’s ready. Gets two huge boxes, spends hours with them making it into two cars. Lovebugs actually, He thought it was fitting. It took forever and they all went through hundreds of honey buddha chips, but in the end it looks pretty badass. Hearts with flames coming out of them, nothing less from the Choi family.

- His kids come home with piles of valentines and candies. Even the teachers piped in and gave them some extras on the side for the creativity. Seven pretends he’s going to take it away for himself, but feels bad when his kids nearly start to cry. Cheers them up but having ice cream and candy for dinner, but much to MC’s displeasure. He’ll make up for it later tonight.

V:

- He loves to help his kids with things like this, he’s glad they came to him. He has some old smaller boxes that once held film and camera equipment, as well as getting some acrylic paints and beads.

- He has like 4 kids honestly, So it takes forever to get everything perfect, eventually they all have something a little different. He didn’t help much, he wanted them to be creative. Very proud at the outcome, gives them all high fives before setting the boxes up to dry.

- Having a ton of kids has perks– He takes a bit out of every box for him and MC without telling them. Sneaky bastard stealing candy from his kids lolol

Height Games

@prinxietys once again,i found inspiration from your blog!!

Warnings: Swearing, and tell me if I missed anything!

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Anxiety could only take so much of Roman’s shit.

He was just sitting on the kitchen counter with his bowl of coffee filled cereal when Prince strutted in, the brightness of his attitude blinding at this time of day.

Prince was insufferable. Mostly all the time but any time before noon was when it was the worst.

“Heya short stack~“Prince teased, grabbing his own box of cereal and the jug of milk, spinning over to an empty counter space and making his bowl.

Anxiety said nothing, gazing over at the still half-full coffee pot and wondering if he could get away with bringing it to his room.

~~

It was early. Way too early if you asked Anxiety. Of course, it was five thirty so anyone would have said it was early but that was beyond the point.

He walked past Prince’s room, cringing when the loud Mary Poppins music forcefully slapped his ears.

He turned, putting his hands together and giving Prince’s door a swift "Boi” motion.

The next song to play while Anxiety was contemplating his will to live was “Love is an Open Door.” To which Anxiety responded with by slamming his head against Prince’s door.

The music abruptly stopped and the door was flung open. Prince with wide eyes stared at Anxiety before he relaxed staring at the hoodie clad man in front of him.

A daring smile graced Prince’s face and he ruffled Anxiety’s hair. “Greetings small fry~ What can I do for you?”

Prince tripped back, all the air flooding out of his lungs as Anxiety reached out and punched him in the stomach. “Turn your damn music down.” The darker trait mumbled, shuffling to the stairs.

Prince laughed breathlessly.“I’m surprised you could reach my stomach!”

~~

It was when they were all helping Thomas that Anxiety finally snapped.

He had just sprung up and when Prince gave him a fully powered, shit-eating grin and chuckled. “How’s the weather down there?"He asked jauntily.

Anxiety’s eye twitched and he grabbed his back, the room echoing a loud cracking noise.

The two had everyone’s full attention as Prince stared at Anxiety, wondering what he was doing and Anxiety, with his dead-inside-im-done-with-your-shit face on full blast.

Anxiety looked Prince in the eyes and stood up straight, raising his eyebrow when he saw Prince’s face, which was becoming increasingly red and his eyes widening.

Prince had to look up to see Anxiety.

He had to

look up.

Anxiety had taken to standing up straight, if only to see the outraged look on Prince’s face each time.

He knew Prince would do something about it. Of course he would.

Anxiety just didn’t expect him to do something so…extra.

He nearly burst out laughing when he saw Prince.

The fanciful side was in normal attire, all except for his shoes. In replacement of normal black boots were…..

Stilettos.

They were white with red bows on the toe and on the sides going all the way up with little golden chains in little loops on the front. The shoes themselves went up to Prince’s thighs.

He strutted around in them like he was made for heels. (in reality Prince was awake all night perfecting his im-taller-than-Anxiety walk).

When Prince saw him, he lifted one leg and slammed it into the wall, throwing his head back dramatically.

"As you can see, I am the tallest no- where are you going??” Prince had spent an hour perfecting his victory speech and Anxiety was just walking away!

Anxiety kept himself from running back to his room, ideas flying through his head at a mile per minute.

He had heels to buy.

singer-inspired aesthetics
  • hozier: thunderstorms, lightning, full moons, sun softened peaches, distracting your lover at church, passionate yet hasty kisses, love marks, soft moans, picnics on sunny days, dark summers, painting your first apartment, road trips, stargazing with your lover, sleeping in cheap motels, praying to god that your lover will always stay.
  • lana del rey: red lipstick, cat-eye sun glasses, your boyfriend's denim jacket, roses, a glass of wine, flirting with your father's best friend, melting popsicles, large beach hats, swimming pools, american flags, red high heels, short dresses, diamond earrings, brushed out curls, riding on the back of your boyfriend's motorcycle.
  • melanie martinez: suburban nightmares, daddy's quiet conversations with other women, empty cradles, open window, sex in the back of your ex-boyfriend's car, ruffled white socks with dingy red shoes, lopsided bows, tight ponytails with ribbons tied around them, crooked teeth, messy lipstick marks on your lover's neck, little black heart earrings, stolen diamond bracelets, lace underwear under plaid skirts
  • halsey: leather jackets, chokers, sneaking out late at night, screams of 'we matter' ringing through the city, red stoplights, driving through desert roads, blue lipstick, making out at the train station, dirtied nail beds, cigarette buds with lipstick marks on them, dead flowers, ripped denim jeans, dirty sneakers, hiding tattoos from your parents, new piercings, pride flags held high, whispering 'i love you' through the phone.
  • zayn: freshly shaved heads, new tattoos, quiet days in, oversized hoodies, late nights smoking weed, good music playing in the background, gentle nibbles on your girlfriend's ear, protecting your friends, watching cartoons on saturday mornings like you used to, family dinners, long eyelashes, soft smiles, infectious laughter, sex in the late hours of the night, cooking for your lover, bollywood music, never imagining that you could get this far.
The One

IMAGINE: If you asked Steve about his dream girl, his ‘the one’, he would have never described her, never even would have thought of her…funny how things work out.

[gif is not mine. based on the poem with the same name by lang leav. requests are open. this one shot is the first part to however many poetry inspired one shots i do.]  

warnings: none

words: 2.3 k+


‘I don’t want you to love me because I’m good for you, because I say and do all the right things. Because I am everything you are looking for…’

There was something in the way that she walked, she talked or the way she did anything that set him on fire. He’s never met a more infuriating person. A more different person than he was.

“I just don’t get why you’re being so emotional about this,” she rolled her eyes as she watched Steve sigh once again.

“(Y/N)…” Steve looked at the woman in front of him. The thick fashion magazine held in her hand, “Just because it’s not about fashion or tearing someone down does not mean that you shouldn’t care about this.”

She bit her lip, “It’s just Tony.”

“Exactly, he’s going to break her heart,” he explained. “She’s only a kid (Y/N).”

(Y/N) sat down next to him, “Look Rogers, it’s their life and she wants to be with him then let her. Just support her.”

“He’s just going to use her,” Steve spoke quietly.

In an instant (Y/N)’s demeanor change. Long gone was the somewhat caring girl, it was now replaced by her usual stance around him -cold, hard and unfeeling. “You watch your mouth Rogers, because I swear to god if you throw Tony’s past in his face, I will hurt you.” Her grip tightened on the magazine.

Steve turned around and looked into her eyes. There was anger underlying it, fire in her eyes. “She’s like a sister to me. He’s the type of person that can hurt someone.”

(Y/N) stood up sharply, and through gritted teeth she spoke, “And he’s like a brother to me Rogers.” She leaned forward, him leaning as she got closer, “You watch your mouth around me.” (Y/N) moved back and started walking away. “By the way, he’s the type of person that can only hurt someone if they’ve hurt him first, so maybe don’t judge on him when you don’t know all the facts.”

She walked faster to the door, slamming it as hard as she can.


‘… I want to be the one that you didn’t see coming. The one who gets under your skin. Who makes you unsteady. Who makes you question everything you have ever believed in love. Who makes you feel reckless and out of control. The one you are infuriatingly and inexplicably drawn to…’

If you told Steve Rogers that one day he’ll wake up with a strange inkling that will soon lead to the discovery that he found (Y/N) attractive and that he actually liked her, he would have probably laughed in your face and politely say that ‘you’re crazy.’


That was the conundrum that he found himself in as he watched her laugh with Bucky and Sam. Of course he still found her annoying and judgemental, and the complete opposite of himself, as well as what he found attractive. But watching her laugh with his two best friends, her head thrown back without any care, her hips jutting out as she told off Sam for doing something stupid. There was just something about her that he couldn’t explain.

“Why do you keep staring at her?” Pietro asked as he stood next to Steve.

Steve turned to Pietro, “I just wanted to know how such a small girl can contain so much evil in her.”

“She’s not that bad,” Pietro started. “She’s only like that whenever she’s around you.”

“She criticizes everything that I do, from the way I walk or my clothes -did you know that she hates me wearing plaid? I apparently have the entire of plaid in my wardrobe.” He paused and looked at her again, “It’s just she’s so different from the women that I’m used to.”

“Why does that have to be a bad thing?”

Steve took a while  to come up with his answer. Opening his mouth to voice out something but every time he did Steve felt that it wasn’t the right thing to say. Finally he came to the conclusion, “It’s not.”

“Don’t you realize that maybe why you hate her is because you like her?” Pietro spoke, tilting his head towards her direction. When Steve didn’t speak, Pietro broke out into a huge grin and chuckled, “Fuck, you’re hell bent crushing on her! That’s why you’re staring at her so much with that stupid-loved up look on your face!” Steve glared at Pietro who wasn’t deterred by the intimidating look on the super soldier.

As Pietro walked away he saw that (Y/N)’s conversations with the boys has finished and started walking over to where he was. He saw her smile at him and he probably thought that she forgot that he was Steve Rogers.

“Rogers,” she greeted. She looked him up and down, “Not wearing plaid I see.”

“What is it with you and the plaid?” He groaned. He honestly couldn’t understand it. Plaid isn’t that bad and he didn’t have that many plaid shirts.

She shrugged, “I have something for you.” She walked past him, knowing that he would follow her even though she didn’t ask him. Her aura commanded him. Steve rolled his eyes. Typical.


When they reached her bedroom, he looked around apprehensively taking in her bedroom. It was nice, it was minimal barely any decorations. He walked to her table where a cork table was placed. He smiled when he saw that it was pictures of her and the Avengers scattered around what he guessed was mementos. “You kept this?” He pointed at the ticket stub in bottom left corner, one that was hidden behind everything.

(Y/N) turned around and saw that he was touching the ticket stub gingerly, “I had a good time.” She remembered the day vividly, it was when everyone was on their mission and she was stuck at the compound because she broke her arm, while Steve was struck with a fever. She was bored and she was stuck babysitting him, so she decided to take him to the MET when he was feeling better. Up until that day she didn’t know that they had anything in common, other than the fact that he was her match when it came to verbal sparring.

He found out that art is one of her biggest passions and that she wanted to become an art historian but certain things happened that led her to follow in her father’s footsteps. Steve remembered thinking that maybe she wasn’t the shallow, vapid girl he thought she was. Like an art piece there was always something meaningful behind everything.

Their days were spent talking about his past and how he felt about the future, watching movies from his time and her being surprised when he quoted Casablanca. He hesitantly revealed to her that it was one of the first movies that he saw when he came out of the ice.

Everything was fine until the others got back and they were back at their old habits again, though this time it felt less personal and more for a show.  


“Aha!” She proclaimed as she opened a drawer and pulled out a neatly wrapped present. It was blue and white, with a red bow on top. “Gotta have that Captain America theme,” she winked at him and passed him the present.

He opened the present slowly, trying carefully not to rip the paper. Once he saw what was wrapped, words got stuck in his throat. “(Y/N)…”

“Don’t start crying on me Rogers,” she warned but there was no malice in her voice.

He pulled the paper away. It was his drawing that he did of everyone, a drawing of a photograph that she and he both proudly displayed in their bedrooms. He thought he lost it when Natasha did her usual random clearing of everything in everyone’s rooms. “This is beautiful.” He stroked the frame, it was gold and one of those smaller frames that held priceless arts in the museums. “Thank you so much.”

She shrugged, thinking nothing of it. “Guess my barging into people’s rooms is a good thing.” She walked over to him, her heart filling with warmth as he gazed and touched the picture frame. “At least your abnormally large hands can create something good.”


As Steve left her room, he found himself in another conundrum. How did he get into this situation? How did he manage to find a person that was the complete opposite of him, the untraditional girl who set his soul on fire. The girl who he disliked with so much passion, the one who constantly bickered with him, manage to make him feel like he’s never felt before?


‘… I don’t want to be the one who tucks you into bed -I want to be the reason why you can’t sleep at night.’

When Steve was a young child he knew what love meant. It meant being there for the person that you cared for. It was easy. It was safe. There were no fights, if there was there was it would just be little bickers. Steve would come home, greet his wife and children and they would live happily ever after. He dreamt for that life, he yearned for it, even after he came out of the ice.

Then she came into his life and turned everything upside down. She was a constant thorn in his side that manage to somehow, overtime, turn into one of the most beautiful flowers he has ever seen. Maybe she wasn’t a thorn after all, maybe she was just a particularly prickly bud that he judged based on appearance, but after he got a closer look, after it took time, she turned into something else.


“Weren’t we supposed to have this massive epiphany that you liked me? Or you know someone makes this giant I like you speech and this is why I like you?” (Y/N) spoke as she chopped the carrot.

Steve shrugged, “You don’t like grand gestures.”

(Y/N) turned to face him, hand clutching the knife, “Excuse me! I do too like grand gestures, as long as they don’t embarrass me,” she started listing of things and Steve found himself looking at her. Really looking at her. The only time that he paid attention was when she pinched him. “Are you even paying attention?”

“Careful with that knife (Y/N),” he plucked it out of her hands and she rolled her eyes. “I didn’t have a great epiphany because the feeling was always there so I just woke up one day and went ‘oh, I like her’,” he finished his speech with a casual shrug.

He went back to chopping the onions, his peripheral vision allowed him to see that she was still in the same position. She picked up the knife and started chopping the carrots. “You’re such a sap.” Steve smiled as she said those words, it was her basically saying that she liked him as well.


“I don’t get why we can’t have steak (Y/N)!” Pietro yelled as he picked his food with his fork. “There are proteins that we need.”

“Because Tony decided that he wants to try vegetarianism,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “So we have to cater for the almighty Iron Man.” She threw a bean at him which he caught and smiled at her.

Steve sat next to her watching as she kept making faces at Tony, and not at all enjoying her food. He made a mental note to take her to Taco Bell after dinner. Maybe it was that moment that made him know that he really, truly, deeply in love with her. With her hair cascading down her face, and she made an aggravated noise when it fell in front of her face. Or maybe it was the way that she got along with other people, or maybe. There were too many maybe’s what he did know was that he wanted to say it out loud for everyone to know.

“Excuse me,” he spoke loudly as he stood up. “I just wanted to let everyone to know that I love (Y/N).” Steve could feel the glare from (Y/N), and the amused stares from the others. “I love her because she secretly loves me in plaid, she said so. The fact that she cries whenever that giraffe ad comes on, I love her-,” he didn’t get to finish as (Y/N) yelled at him. ‘

“STEVE GRANT ROGERS!” (Y/N) stood up, her face red due to embarrassment, but she couldn’t help but feel giddy and light inside.

“I also love her when she screams out my name just like that,” he winked at everyone and made a mad dash to the door.

“ROGERS!” With an ungraceful stand she began running after him, but not before flipping off everyone in the room, causing them to laugh louder.

She finally caught up to him, took her shoe off and hit him, “Did you just throw your shoe at me?” Steve turned around amused.

“I cannot believe you did that!”

“You said you loved grand gestures,” he teased as he picked up the shoe and started walking towards her.

“I specifically said that I hated grand gestures.”

He shrugged and wrapped his arms around her, “But I love you so I should get a pass for that.”

“The only people that get a pass for embarrassing me are the people that I love,” she smirked at him, hoping that he got what she was saying. She watched as he fiddled with the hem of her shirt.

“You love me,” she scowled at the shit-eating grin on his face.

“You’re an idiot.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, “But maybe I somewhat love you.” (Y/N) pressed her lips against his. Steve tightened his arms around her and smiled into the kiss.

“Guys, oh my god! Gross!” Sam yelled as he walked into the room and saw the couple heavily making out. Sam made a face and began gagging. “Get a room!” He made a disgusted noise and yelled at them once more and left the room.

Lovehearts

LITTLE WARNING: things do get a little steamy but it’s nothing we’ve not all fantasised about before!!


As soon as you arrived home, you noticed Jongdae’s shoes beside yours and your heart immediately leapt to cloud nine. Rushing to kick off your painful heels, you dumped your bag and keys by the door and went in search of your handsome boyfriend who was home at a sensible time for the first time in almost a week. “Jongdae?” you called out, checking the lounge and kitchen, both of which were empty.

You headed upstairs, taking the steps as fast as you could in your restricting pencil skirt. “Jongdae?” you shouted from the top step, just as your ears filled with the sound of running water from the bathroom.

“Hey babe!” your boyfriend called back, his voice slightly muffled through the door. “There’s a surprise on the bed for you!”

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Her Intimates - The Silk Panties

a/n: Sorry it’s late!! <3 User: merinxd.tumblr.com Slightly NSFW

Escort missions were Sasuke’s personal version of hell. He hated them more than paperwork (which was like a chidori through the shoulder). Why should he protect rich civilians in the name of Konoha, anyway? He didn’t care if they could afford S Class nin. His team were better than swamp crawling and small talk.

But it was peace time and Kakashi said they had to live.

Naruto suggested the onsen first and Sakura was quick to agree. He stayed quiet. Sasuke didn’t want to travel like this either – he felt caked in sweat and dirt.

The woman behind the counter looked at the three of them strangely when they asked for one suite. Normally they could afford two, or used the public springs with adjacent hotel, but this was a small bed and breakfast with private facilities. Team 7 pitched in and got a room with a shower. Attached to the room was the hot spring they craved. Sasuke imagined he would fight with Naruto over the bed later.

It had been hours since they arrived and Sasuke was starting to be ok with this situation. Naruto disappeared to get ramen about an hour ago and it had been peaceful ever since

“Do you think Naruto will bring some back for us?” Sakura asked absently as she stretched in the hot spring. She leaned back, arms stretched out along the edge of the pool. Her head lolled back and steam billowed around her. Sakura laughed quietly to herself. Sasuke could see her towel beneath the surface as well as her heated pinking skin.

She laughed to herself, “I don’t think he will.”

“When has Naruto brought dinner before?” He replied.

Sakura nodded, “Exactly. Meaning we should probably get out of soon unless we want to get pruney and stay hungry. This is a small town, Sasuke-kun, everything closes early.”

He grunted an, “I suppose.” Then he rose from the heated depths and muttered a few words about getting dressed.

The water sloshed behind him and settled again. The towel was wet and heavy against his skin, while the tile was cool against his warm feet. Sakura didn’t follow.

His clothes were hung over a chair beside the bed, while Sakura’s were on the floor nearby, right where she had left them. Sasuke itched to fold the red outfit but disliked that she’d know he was cleaning up after her again; that was a slippery slope with team mates like his.

He noticed her underwear last, sitting on the end of the bed. Sasuke became unintentionally focussed. The red and white panties stuck out, inappropriately reminding him of his family symbol. The heart in the middle was white and sat below a little white bow. The tips of his ears were red with blood and now his heart beat much faster than before. Sasuke felt his embarrassment mixing with interest and he had an overwhelming urge to touch the silk.

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PROLOGUE SPOILERS REF GUIDE

alright, here are the prologue spoiler images that i have! (some i got from my own vita, i own the game.) at the end, i’ll go through each design and break it down so you know what to go for?

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