Right so have you ever played saints row 3? Specifically the opening mission where the saints rob a bank while all dressed as Gat "because who wouldn't wanna be johnny Gat" Cuz I keep thinking of the fakes pulling off a heist when someone (probably Gavin) has suggested they all do it dressed as the vagabond. Hilarity with the pre heist banter and then ridiculous news reports as 5 vagabonds pull of a heist accompanied by a 6th female vagabond
Oh man I haven’t but that is amazing. The Fake’s would be so into it too, the second someone floats the idea they’re all in, sourcing jackets and masks, debating pants, brainstorming the most appropriate heist to debut this beautiful nightmare. Best of all; they don’t tell Ryan. He’s off on some job, and even when he returns they keep their planning on the down low, too hyped up to cover the inevitable sniggers and pointed looks but no matter how creatively Ryan asks no one spills the beans.
When the fateful day finally comes around they let Ryan arrive at the meeting place first so they can truly appreciate the range of his reaction as the rest of the crew shows up one by one, all fully decked out and doing their best menacing Vagabond impersonations, complete with ridiculously puffed chests and comically deep grumbles. Ryan’s not exactly impressed at first, wary surprise moving to confusion then annoyance, flaring into a moment of true anger before crumbling into amusement, Ryan laughing just as hard as anyone else when he realises that the true butt of this particular joke isn’t him at all.
The Los Santos police don’t have a pleasant relationship with any of the Fake AH Crew, but there’s no denying that on any given day the mysterious Mercenary is their greatest antagonist. This is an LSPD who have never seen Ryan’s face, have never managed to catch him at all let alone long enough to rid him of that infernal mask, so of course pinning him down in an alley following his attempt to escape the FAHC’s latest bank heist leaves them thrilled. At least until the Vagabond rips off his skull and hurls it away, leaving nothing but a mess of red, white and black paint smeared across a grinning face, the momentary shock of recognition giving Geoff more than enough time to fight his way free.
To say police reports got hazy and confused from this point on is an understatement. A handful of officers are convinced the Vagabond doesn’t even exist, unknown for so long because he is not an individual at all, simply the alter ego of the Fake’s boss or perhaps even a rotation of their known members. Except then of course yet another Vagabond saunters out of the bank and into the street, mini gun whirring as he peppers the area and forces officers to duck for cover, masked head thrown back and cackling the unmistakable wild laughter of Mogar.
In the face of that realisation it isn’t hard to identify the next pair to tumble out of the bank and flank Jones, both dwarfed by their jackets in different ways Dooley and Free are visibly thrilled to enter the fray. As the maskless Ramsey reappears and regroups they’re joined by another pair, one sporting the long flaming red-orange hair of the Firebird, the other making liberal use of Pattillo’s distinctive shotgun. Last but not least comes what can only be the true Vagabond, retrospectively unmistakable in direct comparison, all size and strength and seeping menace as he lifts his gun and joins his crew.
The FAHC are surrounded on all sides now, not that you’d know it from the crew’s attitude, audibly laughing and jeering, seemingly having the time of their lives as they swan about the street. They are all referring to each other as Vagabond, all stomping around and shouting vivid threats that would be horrifying if not for the strange inflections and stutters they’ve all adopted. At one point the true Vagabond stops shooting all together to stalk after Free, sending him scuttling behind Ramsey and cutting off a particularly graphic diatribe about being sexually attracted to diet coke of all things. For the most part though Vagabond prime seems to be enjoying the inexplicable farce as much as anyone in the crew, crowing about good looks and superior talents, assuring his team that he understands because honestly, who wouldn’t want to be the Vagabond?
Still, alarmingly playful interactions aside the tide has to turn eventually, pinned in the FAHC are certainly causing brutal damage but faced with wave after wave of LSPD reinforcements their ammo begins to dwindle, their bodies start to tire. Deadly they may be but at the end of the day they are, after all, only human. They can’t last forever.
Which is, of course, when the final two Vagabond’s make their appearance; a giant, heavily armoured black truck crashing through police barricades like tissue paper, both driver and passenger masked but easy enough to identity for anyone who has spent time studying the FAHC. The driver, with Bragg’s shaggy dip-dyed hair emerging from his black skull, pulls the truck around as the passenger hangs half-way out the window and lays down a spray of covering fire. Collins’ cheerful voice rings out above the chaos, cajoling the Fake’s into the car like a soccer mum gathering her brood, all c’mon kids, say goodbye to the nice officers now it’s time to go home.
By the time the troop of Vagabonds escape, truck packed like a clown car and busting out as easily as it burst in, only the enormous property damage, relentlessly replayed media footage and a truly staggering number of civilian selfies taken with all nine Vagabonds remain to convince the LSPD that the whole bizarre experience wasn’t a collective fever dream.
A Sugar Baby’s Guide to a Luxury Wardrobe and Brands
FOLLOW ME ON MY SB INSTA ~ I have like no followers because I just started the account & would love to connect with more sugar sisters on another platform! I will be posting shopping hauls and inspiration photos. There will also be restaurant, bar and club recommendations and travel pics! SISTERS ONLY!!! @citysugarbabe
Disclaimer: This is my own opinion, and you are free to disagree! I am not being sponsored or gifted items by any of these brands (I wish!). I am simply just trying to share some of my style tips based off of my own wardrobe :) xo
Will continue to update as I think of more things! This was just off the top of my head. Feel free to send in suggestions, if I use it I will give you credit when I edit the post! Questions also welcome.
Although I am relatively new to the sugar bowl, dressing stylishly and well is something I have done all of my life. I hope my advice can help others! A top, big fish SD is going to dress well, and he’s going to want his SB to do the same. You must exude confidence and style for him to want to pursue you.
If you are a sugar baby looking to build an ultimate, timeless luxury wardrobe look no further - check out my guide below!
Basics: T-shirts & Tank Tops - ATM (wonderfully flattering, especially for bigger busts), T by Alexander Wang, Helmut Lang, James Perse Jeans - rag&bone/JEAN, J Brand, Citizens of Humanity, 7 for all Mankind, J Brand, Current/Elliott, AG Adriano Goldschmidt. Yes I love my denim :) Anything with a blatant logo on it like True Religion is a NONO. Shirts - Equipment Sweatpants - I used to absolutely detest sweatpants but after seeing photos of Rihanna and Gigi rock them, I’m kind of into it. Have my eye on a pair from Fenty X Puma now!
Lingerie: Agent Provocateur (DUH) has the most sexy pieces, they make you feel wonderful about yourself, however I would only wear their stuff to show off for my man. Their bras, corsets, bustiers etc. don’t give much support so if you’re just wearing them trying to run errands your boob may pop out of its cup lol! Very annoying to constantly keep having to tuck it back in under your shirt.
I have quite a large bust, so I shop at Journelle, Stella McCartney, Elle Macpherson, Nancymeyer.com and Chantelle because a lot of other nice brands don’t make my size as much (32DD/E) - these are for sexier but still functional pieces.
Calvin Klein and Victoria’s Secret for the most functional underwear. Hanky Panky has great one size fits most thongs, and Commando for underwear for a tight dress or something that gives NO VPL (visible panty lines!)
Shoes: Sneakers (for fashion, not the gym) - Golden Goose, Common Projects Sneakers (for the gym) - Nike Gianvito Rossi - The new Manolo in my opinion. Not as overdone and not flashy like Louboutins. Wonderfully classic. Something I’d wear to a dream job interview or meeting a boyfriend’s parents. Louboutins - even though they’re a bit trashy now I still love the sex appeal of a red bottom.. who can resist? Rochas does beautifully embellished flats that you can wear with a cocktail dress if you aren’t feeling heels! K. Jacques for flat sandals. Made in St. Tropez but they sell it on Shopbop etc. Chanel and Lanvin for ballet flats Love Stuart Weitzman’s highland and lowland boots, even though it seems like everyone and their mother owns a pair. They’re just so flattering and I love that they have them in so many neutral colors. I like Saint Laurent’s basic flat Chelsea ankle boots. Go with everything in the fall.
Dresses: Dolce & Gabbana - I LOVE Dolce & Gabbana!! As I said I am quite curvy, and their dresses are absolutely made for my body type. Cushnie et Ochs - Also sexy AF Giambattista Valli - When you want to look like an elegant, high fashion flower child Saint Laurent - SO expensive, more for the extremely thin Kate Moss types, but I just like to look anyways :) Less expensive but still great: Zimmermann (love Aussie clothing brands), Wheels&Dollbaby, Nicholas, L’Agent, Reformation, For Love & Lemons, Maje
Sweaters: Ralph Lauren, Loro Piana, Brunello Cucinelli J Crew, Joie, Vince and Everlane (cheaper)
Coats/Jackets: Maxmara for the elegant, most classic pieces EDIT 10/9/2016: Maxmara carries very well-cut and stylishly professional coats. Think Olivia Pope-esque. This is also where Kim K got her iconic camel wrap coat and yes, they still carry it. I have one! AllSaints for a great rocker chic leather biker jacket - try a mens one to increase the cool factor Rick Owens - Also great for leather jackets, but more elegant and definitely more expensive Chanel: Their tweed jackets and coats are ultimate and so timeless- wear one with a simple white t shirt, jeans and booties to achieve that Parisian je ne sais quoi. Yves Salomon does a great fur coat, EDIT 10/9/2016: that isn’t AS expensive as other top fur designers… think $5000-$10,000 which is still mega expensive but still far cheaper than J Mendel whose furs can fetch up to 60k (or even more)! and the quality is still great. I used to get Elizabeth and James furs for like a $1000 but tbh they looked cheap. I think if you can’t afford good fur, it’s best to spend on other areas, because cheap fur just makes you look, well, cheap!
Bags: Chanel. Duh. Never used to like Gucci but their new horsebit Dionysus bags (in plain suede without the Gucci logo) are to die for Valentino Rockstud (a little bit passé but I still like mine) Mansur Gavriel for something timeless and not too flashy Saint Laurent for a tote bag. If you’re young, in my opinion this is a much better alternative than an Hermes Birkin or Kelly. I think for a young girl to be carrying a Birkin is a little bit… much. Although if you have found an SD who will buy you a Birkin then I say the more power to you, you’re clearly doing much better than me and feel free to ignore my advice - if fact can I have your advice?? lol
EDIT OCT. 9, 2016:
Where do I shop? Great question - so. many. places.
Online (just google the names, I’m too lazy to hyperlink haha. Maybe another day):
Net-a-porter: love, and they do same-day courier delivery in NYC, London and Hong Kong Moda Operandi: swoon-worthy site. You can pre-order next season’s clothes custom made for you straight off the runway, and they show up at your door just in time for the season! You put a 50% deposit down when you place the order at first, and pay the rest a few months later when the clothing piece is completed. I trick myself into believing that it’s budgeting, lol. Farfetch Shopbop Revolve Clothing TheRealReal (You can get some GREAT designer pre-owned and vintage on the cheap here, AND sell your old designer stuff you don’t want anymore! Note they only accept from a preselected list of designers, check that your item’s brand is on the list before sending anything in to sell) Vestiaire Collective (same as theRealReal) Forward by Elyse Walker SSENSE TheOutNet (Net-a-porter’s sale site. I’ve found some fantastic deals here. But be sure to check everyday because they definitely sell out fast) Barneys, Saks, Selfridges, Bergdorfs etc. - I know these are department stores, but their websites are surprisingly well-maintained and carry a really good stock of stuff from top designers.
Louis adjusted his suspenders a bit and picked up the next book when someone cleared their throat behind him, making Louis jump. He spun quickly around, hand on his chest and just barely remembered to not drop Diana Gabaldon’s newest thousand page hardback that would definitely have done damage to Louis’ feet.
Standing in front of him was someone who looked like he had just walked out of a motorcycle commercial. He had his hair pulled up in a bun, was wearing what looked to be an expensive as fuck leather jacket over a ratty Rolling Stones t-shirt, and were those sparkly boots? Louis wasn’t quite sure how to take him, but he certainly had a presence. He was also likely confused about his location and was clearly about to ask where the DVD section was.
Or the one where Louis is a nerdy English major who may just run into his happily ever after while working his shift at the local library.
Happiest of birthdays to my darling Ellie! I hope you like this fic at least half as much as I like you.
Summary: You get stuck in the rain and get rescued by your knight in shining armor… riding a motorcycle. (BuckyxReader)
A/N: I’M BACK. Sorry for being gone so long but I am back and I already have another thingy waiting for you after this one! I wanna thank my princess @bucky–b4rnes for proofreading this ♡
Warnings: Swear words? I guess? It’s basically just fluff.
Word count: 2209
You ran down the stairs of the subway station, hoping you would be able to be home in your bed before the sun came up, only to find a man wearing the uniform of the New York subways standing in front of the gates.
« Sorry ma’am, ‘line’s closed. » « What do you mean ‘the line’s closed’, what happened? » « A cow fell on the rails. » « A cow? » « Yes. » « You’re joking. » « Do I look like I’m joking ma’am? »
You were about to rip the man’s eyes out but opted for the less illegal solution and walked away, cursing under your breath as you climbed up the stairs. The cold was teeth-chattering, and you quickly started shaking, putting your arms around your chest in a desperate attempt to block the chilliness. Of course you had to forget to take your coat. You felt the sting of a droplet of water hit your face and you silently prayed it was just a woman watering her plants a few floors above you. Unfortunately it wasn’t, and you soon found yourself soaked to the skin, running as fast as you can, in the hope to find some place to hide from the rain, somewhere where you could stay dry, or at least dry up. During your frantic race in the search for a shelter, you quickly found yourself slipping and falling straight on your butt, not forgetting to break a heel in the process. You looked down at your broken shoes in disgust.
« Of course the one time I decide to wear heels… I hate you, you fucki- » « What are you doing down there? » A man with a deep voice chuckled. You looked up at him. Glaring daggers at him truly. « Looking for my dignity apparently. » You muttered while taking your shoes off, and the man laughed. « You’re gonna walk bare foot? » He snickered, taking your hand in his in order to help you up. You could have refused his help, you should have; but you didn’t. « Yes I’m going to walk bare foot, I need to go home. » « And you can’t take a cab? » He asked, sounding genuinely worried, still not letting go of your hand. « I don’t have my wallet. » You sighed in defeat and he joined you. He let go of your hand and you suddenly you felt cold again, but it wasn’t for long as you saw him take off his jacket and put it over your shoulders. « Now you’re gonna be cold. » You stated, clearly unimpressed, and he chuckled again, shaking his head slightly, a cocky smile playing on his lips. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to punch his teeth in, or kiss him. « I’ve got a bike, » he stated « it’s resting a few streets down the road. I can take you home… If you’re ok with that. » For an instant, you saw the shadow of shyness on his face, but he replaced it with a smirk so fast you started to doubt yourself. « I mean, you don’t really have much of a choice anyway. » You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest in defiance, forgetting the fact that the only thing keeping you from getting even more soaked was the jacket he kindly offered you. « You’re an awfully cocky guy. » He shook his head again, and of course you knew it wasn’t the only truth, he had something different, he was different, you knew that behind the smirk, the perfect teeth and smug look, he was the kind of guy who would lend his - really cool and probably really expensive - leather jacket to a complete stranger, not only because you had just experienced it, but because there was just something special escaping him, a certain warmth radiating from his body. He decided to ignore your sassy remark and threw you a blinding smile. « Where d’you live doll? » « Brooklyn. » He nodded quietly and started walking toward his bike. « I never said a was coming with you. » You yelled at his back as you refused to follow him. « Don’t be a pain in the ass, just come. » He yelled, walking back to you, lowering his voice as he came closer and closer. You shivered, finally realizing you had been standing bare foot under the rain for long minutes now. He couldn’t help but notice your shuddering, and without a second thought, he grabbed your knees in his left hand, and snaked the other one under your back, lifting you off the floor in a swift motion. « What the fuck?! » You squealed as you gripped his neck in surprise, digging your fingers in the skin of his neck. « I’m Bucky Barnes by the way. » « I know who you are, but being an avenger doesn’t allow you to carry people around like that! » You tried to sounds angry, but you sounded more shocked than actually pissed, which, of course, made Bucky laugh. « Put me down. » You whined. « You’re gonna get a cold doll. » You scoffed but didn’t answer, you slowly relaxed into his arm, and quickly, exhaustion got to you and you found yourself falling asleep on his shoulder. You woke up to the sound of Bucky’s voice. « Hey darling, wake up. » You slowly opened your eyes and your gaze met Bucky’s, he had a gentle smile plastered on his lips, his eyes were digging into yours and you felt your breathe hitch in your throat at the sight. He set you down on the bike, holding your waist with one hand and the handlebar with another, making sure neither you, or the bike were going to fall over. Slowly, he let go of your waist and bent down, untying his shoes and taking of his socks. « The fuck? » You said. He didn’t answer and just shushed you as he took your freezing cold foot in his gloved left hand, slipping the sock on your foot gently. « I’m gonna ask again, what the fuck? » He chuckled but didn’t stop. « Your feet are already freezing, if you’re not at least wearing socks, you won’t be able to feel your extremities by the time we reach Brooklyn. It’s a weird and awkward solution but it’s a solution. If you’ve got a better one, please, by all means, speak up. » He retorted and you snorted, but stayed quiet, unable to hold back a smile. He handed you a helmet and helped you put it on. His hand softly brushed your cheek as he slip the helmet on your head and you wondered for a second if it was intentional, silently hoping it was. He sent you a proud smirk and tapped the helmet with his palm.
« Aw! » « All set doll. » He grinned smugly. You were about to retort something clever but worry started taking over your mind. « You’re not wearing a helmet. » You stated, concern lacing your voice. « Darling, I’m Bucky Barnes, I don’t need a Helmet. » You scoffed. « Fuck you’re arrogant. » He just winked and hopped on the bike, patting the seat behind him, so you sat down, wiggling on your spot to find a comfortable position. Bucky turned to look at you, a tender smile playing on his lips. « Hang on tight. » So you did, you grabbed his t-shirt, holding onto it for dear life, nuzzling your face in his broad shoulders. « Alright, let’s go. » He whispered, before pressing the accelerator, the engine roared as the wheels started burning the asphalt. You squealed as speed hit you, and you gripped his shirt a little tighter, your knuckles slowly turning white with the pressure. « Problem? » You heard him snicker. « No. » You muttered, clenching your arms around his torso. He chuckled and sped up. The ride went by quietly. Manhattan to Brooklyn was a fairly long ride and you were exhausted. Bucky’s back was warm and comfortable and you soon found yourself dazing off, taking in the sight of New York spread in front of you, the quietness of the streets disrupted by the loud humming of the bike. You couldn’t notice Bucky’s quick glances at you every time he would stop at a red light, or the radiant smile he was repressing, and you didn’t even realize when he put his hand over yours, making sure you were still hanging on tightly. If you had been wide awake, you would have noticed the way Bucky’s heart sped up each time you moved, even imperceptibly, or how he would shiver every time your grasp wouldn’t loosen, just slightly. You straightened up when you passed the Brooklyn Bridge and Bucky turned to look at you, concerned. His breathe hitched in his throat when he saw your face. You were focused on the stars playing in the sky, and the way the lights of the bridge reflected on the water of the East. You were taken aback by the sight but Bucky was dumbfounded by something else. You were glowing. His heart skipped a beat and he turned around, desperately trying to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks. He wasn’t used to this, he had always been the ladies man, and now he was wrapped around your fingers. Just in an instant. You felt the engine slow and the humming of the bike die down. Bucky turned the wheel and slowly parked on the sidewalk. You looked at him, too stunned to speak and he just smiled fondly at you. « Something wrong? » You inquired, sounding more worried than you had hoped for. You weren’t worried about the bike giving up, you were worried about Bucky, maybe he was too cold, or maybe you had done something wrong. You hoped you didn’t. He silently took your hand and helped you off of the bike. « You seemed to enjoy the view, so I thought you’d like to have a closer look. » He grinned proudly. You took off your helmet and rubbed your eyes, trying to fight off sleep. You smiled sleepily at Bucky and he answered with a blissful chuckle. The sidewalk was wet and and you shivered as your feet hit the cold concrete. Bucky’s socks were thick and warm, but not enough to shield you from the rain. You started shaking and before you knew it, Bucky had you off the floor and wrapped in his warm embrace. You didn’t squeal this time and you let yourself be carried. You relaxed in his arms, melting in the embrace of his cologne and the heat of his skin. You exhaled in his neck and this time, he was the one to shiver. You closed your eyes for a split second and you missed the ecstatic smile that took over his face. When you opened your eyes, you were next to the balustrade; the view was breathtaking. The glimmer of the water, the faint light of the moon, covered by the darkness of the clouds, the city shining in the distance, you let yourself be overwhelmed by the smell of the rain, the scent of the wet concrete and the running water of the river. You felt like time had stopped all together and the sound of the streets were muffled in your ears as you lost yourself in the moment. You closed your arms against Bucky’s neck and you felt his smile in your hair. « We should go » he breathed, « you’re shivering. » You laughed and rubbed your eyes in exhaustion. « Yeah, I am. »
It wasn’t long before you were in front of your building, Bucky had speed up the pace and now it was time to say goodbye. You got off the bike and hurriedly thanked him as the coldness of the pavement started biting your feet, you ran toward the door but heard him call you before you could open it. « Hey! I didn’t catch your name! » You turned around and smirked proudly « It’s Y/N. » « Well Y/N, I’m glad I bumped into you. »
The next day you decided to go back to the Brooklyn bridge, hoping to bump into Bucky, again. So you got up quite early and took a long, relaxing shower before heading out, not forgetting to take his jacket with you… actually, putting it on you. The moment you stepped foot out of your building, you were met with an all smile Bucky.
« Are you stalking me Barnes? » You sassed. He blushed but covered it with a genuine laugh. « I thought you’d be tired today, so I brought you coffee. » He handed you a warm cup of what seemed to be very dark coffee and you couldn’t help but smile at the attention. « Besides, you still had my jacket… » « Oh so that’s why you’re here! » You exclaimed. « Well, I mean… » He blushed again and you chuckled in response. You saw the two helmets on his bike and tilted your head in confusion. « I thought, maybe, we could ride around New York… again. » He smirked. « I’d like that a lot. » You went ahead of him and put the helmet on, patting the seat in front of you, urging him to hurry, sit, and take the wheel. Bucky sat down and you hopped on the bike behind him, making sure your grip was tight around his torso, as you now knew what kind of crazy driver he was. « So, you want your jacket back? » « Nah » he said, » it looks better on you. »
- you don’t have to play the part, by @lookslikefairytales: Louis knew that this should be the part where he admitted
defeat. Told funny, adorable, gorgeous Harry Styles that he wasn’t
actually exchanging flirty Twitter messages with three time Grammy
winner Zayn Malik, that it was just Louis, ordinary guy, who was nothing
more than the guy who handled Zayn’s social media. But Louis had
never been someone who prided himself in making the best decisions, and
there also was a tiny (very, very big) part of him, that couldn’t let
Harry go just yet. or the one where Harry is Britain’s new
pop sensation, Louis is R&B star Zayn’s sassy social media manager
and things get confusing.
Larry famous/not famous AU (17k) : nicely done and angsty ! a lot of texting and songwriting, no smut .
Larry aU (2k) : this is so cute !! Also now I want the same with 20k thank you ! :p (no smut)
Riptide , by FlyingAlwaysInColor
: AU in which Louis loses his amazing mum, and is sent on a
forced holiday to a luxury spa resort where he meets a green-eyed
butterfly-angel and an adventurous Irishman who help him start to heal
by administering equal doses of love and laughter.
Larry AU (91k) : OMG I love this fic so much. Like .. love at first sight, really. This is about grieving, a lot. And also amazing smut (mostly bottom Harry but not only). And it’s angsty too, a bit. and it’s awesome. That’s all. Read it.
We’re Going Down Swinging
, by @hazandlouwho: Everyone knows that revenge plots never work. Liam, Zayn, and
Niall have told them as much, but Hell hath no fury like Louis Tomlinson
scorned. His new friend Harry takes a bit of convincing but, once he
agrees to help, Louis is sure his ex will regret the day he decided to
cheat. That is, if Louis can stick to the plan and stop falling for his co-conspirator. Or, the one where Louis and Harry fake it til they make it, so to speak.
Larry fake relationship AU (21k) : I love the plot !! It’s a very nice fic, perfect to cheer you up, with some pining, great smut (bottom Harry) and a awesome epilogue :))
I Found A Love
, by @lululawrence : Louis adjusted his suspenders a bit and picked up the next book
when someone cleared their throat behind him, making Louis jump. He
spun quickly around, hand on his chest and just barely remembered to not
drop Diana Gabaldon’s newest thousand page hardback that would
definitely have done damage to Louis’ feet.Standing in front of
him was someone who looked like he had just walked out of a motorcycle
commercial. He had his hair pulled up in a bun, was wearing what looked
to be an expensive as fuck leather jacket over a ratty Rolling Stones
t-shirt, and were those sparkly boots? Louis wasn’t quite sure how to
take him, but he certainly had a presence. He was also likely confused
about his location and was clearly about to ask where the DVD section
was.Or the one where Louis is a nerdy English major who may just
run into his happily ever after while working his shift at the local
Larry Famous-not Famous AU (4k), aka yes, poetry discussion and nerdy Louis are my kink. (no smut)
From My Heart Flow
, by @adifferentkindofson :
The crowd begins to murmur, and Harry wonders if he’s somehow
stumbled into an open mic night. His eyes scan the room looking for
instruments and musicians but there’s … well, not an acoustic guitar or
keyboard in site. His question is answered when just a moment later,
none other than the cute boy in the beanie with the blue eyes walks up
to the mic, the journal he’d been scribbling in all afternoon clutched
to his chest. And suddenly it clicks.
Louis’ a poet, Harry’s failing Econ, and sometimes all it takes is one poorly timed boner to ruin everything.
Larry strangers to lovers and Uni AU (8k): what did I say about a poetry kink ? Yeah, that. :) It’s great ! A lot of songwriting, some misunderstandings , and no smut.
Larry AU (2k) : online dating and drunk Harry. That’s all, read it. :)) (no smut)
Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be)
: When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more
than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing
assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what
Harry needs to get his life back on track. It’s just too bad his new
client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry
simply can’t get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a
Larry Bodyguard AU (58k) : just because it’s always a good time to read a good Bodyguard AU :) (famous Louis, and bottom Louis for the smut)
Can’t wait to hear what you all think of this :) Enjoy :) **************************
“Hey guys.” Tony stopped in the common room area, and the team looked up expectantly. “I’m heading out for a few days. Just wanted to let everyone know, because you all have developed this fairly annoying habit of tracking me down if you lose sight of me for more than a minute so… you know.”
“Bye Tony!” “Travel safe.” “Bring me back something.” “Wasn’t he just gone on something?” “He has a company to run it’s not like Iron Man is his only job.”
The team tossed various goodbyes at him and went right back to their business.
Bucky was sitting on the far end of the room and looked up quickly, meeting Tony’s eyes with a small smile. He knew Tony had had this little trip planned for a week or so but was disappointed that he was leaving without a proper goodbye. They hadn’t been able to spend the last couple nights together, and Bucky already missed him.
“Ahem.” Tony cleared his throat obnoxiously, and the team looked back up, Bucky included.
“I will miss you.” Tony said loudly, staring across the room into Bucky’s blue eyes.
“Uh, we will miss you too, Tony.” Clint offered hesitantly and Steve nodded slowly. “Yeah, Tony, we will miss you too.” Sam chime in, and Bucky just smiled to himself at the teams confusion.
“And–” Tony started to speak again and stopped, biting his lip anxiously. Bucky leaned forward in his chair, wondering what could possibly have Tony nervous. “And–” Tony started again, straightening his shoulders. “And I love looking at you.”
Then he was gone, nearly running out of the room as the team all stared at each other awkwardly.
“Um. I’m going to assume that he’s drunk.” Natasha said with a shrug. “He always used to get super sentimental after a few whiskeys.”
I spent Friday attending
professional panels for the comics industry, which probably deserves a
post of its own, but I don’t think anyone is interested in me talking
shop. But Saturday was devoted to Agents of SHIELD stuff with
Iain and Liz. I had an amazing time and so many awesome things happened. Truly it was the best con experience I’ve ever had and, as @bigfunnywords (HEY Tumblr finally let me tag you!) said, I lived my best life. I’ll try to do the tl;dr version but this will probably get long.
Putting the rest behind a cut for your scrolling convenience.
I was playing Undertale and I found an expensive blue jacket and I wanted to give it to Papyrus and when I came to their house, Sans was kidnapped by a monster, and in order to get Sans back, I had to say a Bible verse, so I recited John 10:9, which went like: “I know the gate, I am the gate, and I am the key and guardian of the gate.
For the prompt list, would you be willing to do "really? Do I look stupid?" with Saeran x MC/reader? (Also, it'd be great if you could maybe make it innocent fluff but you don't have to do this at all so yeah, do whatever you feel like.) Thank you in advance, have a nice day ~
Prompt: “Really? Do I look stupid?”
He hadn’t meant to say it like that. He hadn’t meant it at all.
Looking into her eyes now, eyes that were filled with hurt, and her face that was beginning to crumple as the seconds drew longer, he couldn’t find the strength to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. It was keeping him from apologising, from saying something, anything, that would make this better.
He absolutely hated it when she made this sort of face, with her eyes glossy and downcast, not daring to meet his gaze, and her eyelids fluttering rapidly to keep the tears from rushing forth. He had sworn a long time ago, the first time he held her in his arms as she poured her heart out and tears streamed down her puffy, red face, that he would beat up any asshole who dared to make her cry, or to break her heart again. But now, he was acting like a giant hypocrite. And a dick, at that.
“Really?” Her voice came out in a bare whisper, and he nearly mistook it for the evening breeze that blew against the shell of his ear. “Do I look stupid?” She shifted her weight from leg to leg, one arm resting over her abdomen as her hand clutched her other arm by the elbow.
No. No, no, no. You don’t look stupid at all. If anyone’s stupid, it’s me for being a fucking idiot. You’re perfect, you’re beautiful, and you’re everything I don’t deserve.
The words were right at the tip of his tongue, but his voice remained trapped in a box, by the ever growing lump in his throat.
Your breath hitches in your throat as his hot breath tickles your arm like a warning signal. You tilt your arm, pouring his dark, unsweetened coffee from the steaming pot in your grip before sliding the mug towards him.
“Not today, Al.” You grumble,straightening out your pink cotton dress. Hearing a familiar ding from the back, you instinctively reach out and take the scaldingly hot plate of poached eggs on toast that had once been resting on the counter behind you.
“The usual?” You say, setting the dish gently in front of him.
“Thanks, love.” Al says, grabbing some silverware from the metal container beside him and digging in.
Sighing, you grabbed a dish rag from below the counter and made your way over to the tables by the windows, their surfaces in desperate need for cleaning.
When you thought of your “gap year”, you didn’t think it would involve waiting tables and getting hit on by middle-aged, horny men- but that’s exactly what it was turning out to be. Long hours of wearing uncomfortable push-up bras the management had forced upon you and these ghastly roller-blading shoes that made you feel like you were at least 5.
“It creates that endearing 1950′s vibe.” The manager had said, handing over your uniform with a forced, teeth-grinding smile.
You smiled at the memory, shaking your head as you took a quick look at the diner around you. This diner was hardly endearing-tears in the old, “vintage” wallpaper, paint chips in all the mugs and glasses, and worst-of all, the broken set of airconditioning that dripped water every time you glided past. A look that quite have possibly died in the 1950′s itself.
Swiping some bagel crumbs off the table, you realised that there was no point in your consistent complaining. Even if working at this diner was as close to hell as you would get- it did give you good pay. Backpacking across Europe would cost an arm and a leg- but with this job, there was at least a sliver of a chance you would be able to fulfill your dreams in one whole piece.
Smiling a little to yourself as the inner child in you dreamt of all the best places you would see, you were about to drag your tired legs back to the counter when the chimes on the front door signal you to someone’s entrance.
Can you please write number 12 from February prompt with Raphael? Hope it's bot too late. Thank you very much 😘
Raphael Santiago - “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside”
Drops of rain were rolling down the window. Flashes of lightning brightened the sky once every few minutes. The sound of thunder overpowered the soft music playing in the background.
You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen an old turntable, but you had to admit that what they said was true. You had never heard jazz music sounding as beautifully as it sounded right now.
“Would you like to stay tonight?” Raphael cocked his head while his hand played with his wine glass. His other arm was draped around your shoulders and he smiled a lazy smile when you looked up at him.
“I wish I could…” You licked your lips. You had learned to ignore the smell of blood. Just like you had learned that Raphael Santiago was truly the gentleman he had pretended to be when you had first met him. “My mom kills me when I don’t come home. She’s not as fond of you as I am, I’m afraid.” You took a deep breath. “Not that I’m looking forward to end up soaked, but that’s a different story.”
“I’m sorry that I’m not a warlock, love.” Raphael spoke softly, his voice barely a whisper and his finger played with a strand of your hair. “I could have portaled you home.”
“Don’t be sorry about not being a warlock.” You pushed yourself up a little and placed your hand on his chest. “You’re amazing just the way you are. You don’t have to be another species, you don’t need to be another gender, you don’t need to have a different sexuality. You are who you are and I love you because of that.”
“Sometimes I wonder how I ended up deserving you.” Raphael stood up from his seat and held out his hand to help you to stand up too. “How someone like you can see me in such a different light as the rest of the world.”
You smiled and your cheeks started to blush. “You, Raphael Santiago, deserve the world and even more.” You cocked your head and the back of your hand touched his cheek. “It’s a pity that’s something I can’t give you.” The smile on your face faded, but Raphael cupped your face and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
“You are my world and by giving me you you give me all I’ll ever need.” He stepped back again and for a long moment the two of you just stared at each other.
The clock was however ticking, the hands slowly moving closer and closer towards your curfew.
“I’m sorry that I can’t stay for the night.” You shrugged your shoulders and stepped back.
“There is no need to feel sorry for me. I just wanted to offer you a warm bed instead of the cold rain.” Raphael smiled at you and you couldn’t help smiling back. “I will bring you home, if you don’t mind and here, take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” He grabbed one of his expensive, but warm, jackets and helped you to put it on.
“Thanks, but you don’t need to go through the rain just to bring me home.” You shook your head, but Raphael already opened the door and he placed a hand on your lower back while he guided you outside.
“There is no chance of me letting you travel home on your own when the weather is like this.”
Dad, I want to get a jacket to cover in patches, but I don't know if leather or denim would be better. Got any advice?
DENIM JACKET PROS: Easier to sew patches on (sewing into leather by hand is a garbage time), you can wear it more often without sweating your guts out, easier to work into casual outfits.
DENIM JACKET CONS: If you wear bluejeans a lot, and it’s a blue denim jacket, you run the risk of entering a Canadian tuxedo situation on the reg.
LEATHER JACKET PROS: Look super hot, scare elderly Republicans, be warm without looking like a marshmallow, instantly dope outfit.
LEATHER JACKET CONS: Expensive, almost certainly haunted by a cow ghost, like, just extremely riddled with paranormoo activity, for sure.
CONCLUSION: A black or darker grey denim jacket, if you like the look of them. Some people think that the classic blue denim is essential to the cool trash jacket aesthetic, but I think black can look really good, too. It honestly just depends on what the rest of your clothes are like and how the weather is where you live.