when to wear sweatpants

Harry loves that Draco Lucius Malfoy...
  • Has never successfully flipped a pancake, but has also never failed to make a perfect waffle.
  • Abandoned his hair gel. His hair feathers down over his forehead and Harry swears he’s never felt anything softer.
  • Cuffs his skinny jeans twice at the ankle. Exactly twice, exactly one and a half inches.
  • Wears skinny jeans.
  • And, when he’s not wearing skinny jeans, he wears Harry’s Gryffindor sweatpants more than Harry himself does.
  • Is modestly messy. Harry wasn’t expecting it. It made him seem more human when they moved in together.
  • Gives excellent back rubs. (For a price).
  • Has effectively memorized the entire Starbucks menu and is never spotted without a hot coffee in his hands.
  • Leaves snarky responses to the many reminders Harry writes for himself and leaves tacked to the bulletin board in the kitchen (punctuated with many x’s, o’s, and hearts of course):

“Buy more milk.”

“No! Fuck you ❤️”

  • Prefers to go outside only once it’s cold and rainy out so he and Harry can cram themselves under one umbrella.
  • Laughs like he has nothing to hide. Harry was alarmed the first time Draco laughed. Really laughed. It took up more space in the room than he did. It’s his favorite sound.
  • Isn’t afraid anymore.
  • Is completely, irrevocably, and forever his.

sequel to this


dating peter parker would include:

  • the two of you being best friends before peter finally got the guts to ask you out
  • the whole ordeal was full of blushing and stutters and stumbles over his words until you got the gist of what he was trying to say and straight up kissed him instead to save him from further embarrassment 
  • “ugh, finally. that was painful to watch”
  • “thanks, ned”
  • you knowing about spiderman like the day after the spider incident
  • and being totally in awe and just as excited as he was
  • supporting all his decisions fully even if there’s a part of you that worries incessantly for your boyfriend
  • but you trust him so when he promises that he’ll be back for you later in the night, you believe him
  • your family loving him as your best friend, but even more so now the two of you are dating and happy
  • aunt may loving you too and vice versa
  • even after she caught you and peter making out on his bed that one time
  • okay maybe she’s caught you more than just one time
  • him teaching you hand to hand combat to protect yourself, just in case 
  • him telling you all about his part in the fight between the avengers in germany
  • “-and then i swooped in and i stole captain america’s shield and everyone was like ‘whaaat’ and it was awesome and then there was this guy with a metal arm and i met black widow and hawkeye and everyone! oH and there was this tiny dude too but then all of a sudden he became a huge dude and he knocked me half way across the airport and it hurt like hell but it was so awesome! holy shit, you should’ve seen me, (y/n); it was awesome!”
  • you listening to him ramble excitedly in adoration
  • him climbing through your open window at night and whilst he just wants to go to sleep next to you and cuddle, you always insist that you have to patch him up
  • cuddling
  • so !! much !! cuddling !!
  • peter’s favourite thing being your cuddles, especially after a long day or a fight
  • “cuddle me?”
  • you never disappoint
  • it doesn’t matter where the two of you would be
  • whether it’s at school or out shopping or studying
  • you’ll stop whatever you’re doing and instantly snuggle into his arms at his request
  • him being so so so protective of you
  • therefore, him always, always walking you home just in case something happens
  • because it would destroy him if something did and he could’ve prevented it
  • you hearing liz allan talking about her crush on spiderman
  • you getting jealous because you know that peter is way out of your league and he could totally have her if he wanted
  • peter noticing your change in demeanour and immediately bringing you close to him 
  • “spiderman’s all yours, i promise”
  • him not necessarily wanting to admit that he loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, but you both know that he does
  • having star wars marathons over and over and over and you enduring it because the franchise makes peter happy
  • “you’re such a nerd, i love it; don’t ever change”
  • forehead kisses
  • nose kisses
  • neck kisses
  • shoulder kisses
  • kisses kisses kisses
  • you wearing his sweaters all the time but he doesn’t mind
  • “you look adorable”
  • pillow fights
  • you defending him whenever flash makes a comment and peter actually has to hold you back sometimes
  • losing your virginities to one another
  • both of you always zooming in on each other’s faces on snapchat when one of you isn’t paying attention
  • and then giggling about it as the other pouts childishly
  • cute dates in strange places that peter has found on his friendly neighbourhood spiderman escapades
  • going to homecoming together and peter being speechless as you walk down the stairs in your dress
  • “i…uh… w-wow…”
  • him eventually introducing you to tony stark because he wants to show you off
  • “so this is the (y/n) that you never shut up about?”
  • him taking discrete photos of you and setting them as his lock screen because he thinks you look beautiful 24/7
  • his favourites are of you when you’re wearing his shirt and sweatpants, your hair up in a messy ponytail, no makeup, and the brightest smile on your face as you laugh at one of his shitty jokes
  • him finding himself falling more in love with you whenever you say something smart, or help him through a tough situation with a bad guy when he can’t figure it out himself
  • or when you do or say basically anything
  • study dates which usually end in your chemistry homework discarded and forgotten on the floor and his lips on yours
  • “hey (y/n/n), guess what?”
  • “what, spidey?”
  • “you gotta guess”
  • “hmm, you’re annoying?”
  • “wrong”
  • “actually, i’m right”
  • “actually, i love you”

masterlist // request

okay but let’s be honest mike and el are probably THE most annoying couple on the entire planet, especially to their friends

  • el is always wanting to kiss mike no matter who is around and max is probably the one to call her out on it telling her that no, she can’t just kiss him whenever she wants and mike is probably like “ummMM YES SHE CAN” and then el probably kisses him again and it’s just a cycle
  • and every time this does happen lucas always groans and dustin pretends to be throwing up and will blushes and it’s just a mess
  • also mike and el are always holding hands whether it’s walking in the hallways or watching a movie together or they’re sitting together at the d&d table and “really, michael?! you’re going to play with ONE HAND?! this is going to take us forever!” 
  • mike also always calls el “beautiful” and it always earns them an eye roll bc really? he’s gonna call her beautiful when she’s just wearing the sweatpants that he outgrew and her hair is an actual mess??
  • OH and they always say “promise” to each other, which is probably the most annoying thing they could do because it’s always after mundane things like literally, no they don’t have to promise each other that they’ll see each other soon, they’re just going to be separated for third period!!!
  • mike and el of course though know that sometimes they can be a little irritating so they try to give their friends a break from them and spend time alone together but then they also get annoyed at them for not hanging out with them and they end up on their walkie talkies (”what’s so important that you can’t come to the arcade? were you guys making out?” “maybe” “EW MIKE GROSS WE DON’T WANT TO KNOW” “YOU WERE THE ONE WHO ASKED”)
  • when they do end up going it’s always mike giving el a ride on his bike and they always notice how gentle mike is with her when he helps her get down from the bike and the way she smiles softly up at him and okay maybe it is a little cute how they look at each other, but no they are never going to admit it out loud 
High Lords at the Gym

Rhysand: Hogging the weight benches. Instead of listening to music, he just thinks about Cassian’s “Rhys is out of shape” comment and mutters under his breath, “Am not, am not, am not.” He has no idea that while Feyre is “on the treadmill” she’s actually snapping pictures of his BlessedBod™ and licking her lips. The gym staff notes this and decides to stay silent.

Helion: You know where he is: Stair Master for DAYZ! Gotta keep those thighs Heavenly, amiright? Helion loves the Stair Master, and every step makes those thighs just ripple, and before long, the once-empty Stair Master section becomes full of people who just want to see these thighs. When the weather gets cold, Helion starts to wear sweatpants and the gym is boycotted until the heat is turned on, leaving Helion free to return to his shorts.

Kallias: Doing couples workouts with Viviane. He holds her feet while she does sit-ups (definitely to be helpful and not because it gives him a great view of her cleavage while also blessing him with her most adorable scrunched-up-in-concentration face). They give each other quiet encouragements–he gets a kiss for every pushup–and sometimes get in trouble for locking themselves in the family changing room. Where they proceed to do their best to add to their family ;)

Tarquin: Nobody can figure out where he goes, but he comes back drenched in sweat and his body is perfect. All of it is toned–all of it–and nobody can understand how he looks like that after maybe an hour of exercise. Turns out, it’s not sweat at all: how did nobody figure out that he’s been at the pool doing laps this whole time? Swimmer’s Body™. In the lane across from him, a young swim instructor was trying to give lessons to a bunch of kids, but she kept getting distracted by Tarquin, who might as well have been born for the water. And as soon as he sees one of her students struggling, he offers to help (Tarquin+helping children+pool=pregnancy for everyone watching)

Thesan: The first day that Thesan joins the gym, he has every intention of joining the yoga class–but when he arrives, turns out it’s a women’s only class. Of course, this doesn’t phase Thesan, who couldn’t care less about the leggings and crazy positions they get into–he’s mostly concerned with the fact that this room gives him a great view of his lover, who’s killing it doing with the pull-up bar. It takes a few weeks for the women to decide that Thesan is actually the sweetest man ever–and why can’t straight men be more like him?–and even less time for him to become the teacher because he’s constantly practicing those positions outside of the gym. Much to the delight of his lover ;)

Beron: Two Words: Unnecessary. Grunting. Why does this guy sound like he’s trying to screw a rhinoceros every time he picks up a weight? Of course we understand that grunting is a natural way to relieve tension in the body while doing strength training, but what is his issue? His wife makes them enter separately so she can’t be associated with him–and also because this way, she can get a few minutes with Helion in behind the building (also why she, too, enjoys the Stair Master)

Tamlin: The guy who offers advice to people; frankly, even talking to someone you don’t know while they’re in the middle of their reps is a huge no-no, but he has the audacity to say, “Lift with your legs not your back!” Fine, the advice is true, but you were, and who asked this guy anyway? He also takes unnecessary pictures of himself in the mirror and takes extra-long showers in the men’s locker room (Rhys retaliates by stealing his clothes)


Feyre: When she’s not ogling Rhys–and who can blame her–our girl is slaying on the treadmill. She’s got a huge incline on that thing, she’s running at a solid sprint for longer than you thought was even possible, and just looking at her makes you exhausted and perhaps a little bit turned on. Also: “Rhys where’s my water bottle?” “I’ve got something else than could make you wet, Feyre darling ;)” “If you don’t give me my goddamn water-bottle right now, I’ll change gyms.” 

Eris: Mortified by his father. Follows his mother’s example and doesn’t enter with Beron; instead, he waits until Beron has disappeared back into the locker room before he gets in some quick reps. But his favorite place to be is on the courts; Eris loves playing basketball and volleyball and such, engaging in team activities who seem genuinely pleased to have him around–it’s a bit different from his home-life. Here, at least, there aren’t any schemes, and the only strategies needed are how to get around the goddamn 7′0 scowling center (who does this ‘Lorcan’ think he is?).

Cassian and Azriel: The personal trainers and life-coaches everyone needs in their life. They spend their time alternating between yelling at Rhys, screaming at Rhys, pouring water on Rhys’s head, and shouting at Rhys. “My grandmother could lift those weights faster than you!!!” “You never met her–” “IrReLevANT!” Whenever Rhys tries to eat a protein bar, they snatch it away. “What did we say about these?! They’re just sugar, not actual protein!” “Then why are you eating it?!” “Because we confiscated it!” 

Extra Bonus:

Rhysand to Tamlin:

Terrifying Thoughts Tarquin Has to Encourage Him to Swim Faster:

Thesan Teaching Yoga:

Beron trying to be cool:

LoS Part 1: Snippets from Tumblr

From tumblr:

1.  “Actually, it’s short for Maximum Lightwood,” said Magnus. “As in the most amount of Lightwood you can have.”

2.  Far below them the world spun by, a patchwork of summer-gold fields, green hills, and luminous, winding rivers of blue and green. It was beautiful, but Julian could not take his eyes off his brother. So this is the Wild Hunt, he thought. This freedom, this expanse, this ferocity of joy. For the first time, he understood how and why Mark’s choice to stay with his family might not be an easy one. For the first time he thought in wonder of how much his brother must love him after all, to consider giving up the sky for his sake.

3. And even odder, when Mark and Kieran had come into the library, Kieran had gone immediately over to Max and picked him up, delighted by his blue skin and his tiny horns.Max had stuck his hand into Kieran’s wavy hair and pulled. Kieran had just laughed. “That’s right, it changes color, little nixie-like warlock,” he said. “Look.” And his hair went from blue-black to blue in an instant. Max giggled.“I didn’t know you could do that on purpose,” said Mark, who had always thought of Kieran’s hair as a reflection of his moods, uncontrollable as the tides.“You don’t know a lot of things about me, Mark Blackthorn,” Kieran said, setting Max down.Alec and Magnus had exchanged a look at that, the sort of look that made Mark feel as if they had reached a silent and agreed-upon consensus …

4.  “You’re going to have to learn to live with it,” Jules said. “Even if it horrifies you, Emma. Even if it makes you sick. Just like I’m going to have to live with whatever other boyfriends you have, because we are forever no matter how, Emma, no matter what you want to call what we have, we will always be us.”

5. They threw their weapons down and hurled themselves toward the row of horses, one after the other — Livvy leapt at Julian, throwing her arms around his neck. Mark flung himself from his horse and landed to find himself being hugged tightly by Dru and Tavvy. Ty came more quietly, but with the same incandescent happiness on his face. He waited for Livvy to be done nearly strangling her brother and then stepped in to take Julian’s hands.And Julian, who Kit had always thought of as an almost frightening model of control and distance, grabbed his brother and yanked him close, his hands twisting in the back of Ty’s shirt. His eyes were shut, and Kit had to look away.He had never had anyone but his father, and he was sure beyond any words that his father had never loved him like that.

6. “Clary, what are you not telling me?”There was a long silence. Clary looked out toward the dark water, biting her lip. Finally, she spoke. “Jace asked me to marry him.”“Oh!” Emma had already begun opening her arms to hug the other girl when she caught sight of Clary’s expression. She froze. “What’s wrong?”

7. There was a long silence. Magnus sighed. “I have to hand it to you,” he said. “I never thought Jace and Clary would be topped by anyone else in terms of insane, self-destructive decisions, but you all are giving them a run for their money.”“I really had nothing to do with this,” Kieran pointed out stiffly.“I think you will find many poor decisions led you here, my friend,” Magnus said. “All right, you — all of you — wait here. And don’t do anything stupid.”He strode out of the room on long, black-clad legs, swearing under his breath.“He’s getting more and more like Gandalf,” said Emma, watching him go. “I mean, a hot, younger-looking Gandalf, but I keep expecting him to start stroking his long white beard and muttering darkly.

8. There was a commotion atop the pavilion, and a single blast from a horn shattered the murmuring quiet in the clearing. The gentry looked up. A tall figure had appeared beside the throne. He was all in white, salt-white, with a doublet of white silk and gauntlets of white bone. White horns curled from either side of his head, startling against the blackness of his hair. A gold band encircled his forehead.Cristina exhaled. “The King.”Emma could see his profile: it was beautiful. Clear, precise, clean like a drawing of something perfect. Emma couldn’t have described the shape of his eyes or cheekbones or the crook of his mouth, and she lacked Jules’ ability to paint it, but she knew it was uncanny and wonderful and that she would remember the face of the King of the Seelie Court for all of her life.He turned, bringing his face into full view. Emma heard Cristina gasp faintly. The King’s face was divided down the middle. The right side was the face of a handsome young man, luminous with youth and beauty. The left side was an inhuman mask, gray skin tight and leathery over bone, eyesocket empty and black, mottled with red scars.Kieran, bound to the tree, looked once at the monstrous face of his father and turned his head away, his chin dropping, tangled dark hair falling to hide his eyes.

9. When Emma came out into her bedroom, wearing sweatpants and a tank top and rubbing her hair dry with a green towel, she found Mark curled up at the foot of her bed, reading a copy of Alice in Wonderland.He was wearing a pair of cotton pajama bottoms that Emma had bought for three dollars from a vendor on the side of the PCH. He was partial to them as being oddly close in their loose, light material to the sort of trousers he’d worn in Faerie.If it bothered him that they also had a pattern of green shamrocks embroidered with the words GET LUCKY on them, he didn’t show it. He sat up when Emma came in, scrubbing his hands through his hair, and smiled at her.Mark had a smile that could break your heart. It seemed to take up his whole face and brighten his eyes, firing the blue and gold from inside.“A strange evening, forsooth,” he said.Emma put her hands on her hips. “Don’t you forsooth me.”

10. “It can’t last,” Emma said, staring at him, because how could it, when they could never keep what they had? “It’ll break our hearts.”He caught her by the wrist, brought her hand to his chest. Splayed her fingers over his heart. It beat against her palm, like a fist punching its way out of his ribcage. “Break my heart,” he said. “Break it in pieces. I give you permission.”

11. “I have always needed you, Kieran,” Mark said. “I have needed you to live. I’ve always needed you so much, I never had a chance to think about whether we were good for each other or not.”Kieran sat up. “That is honest,” he said, finally. “I cannot fault you there.”

12. Cristina spread her hands apart in bewilderment, and winced. Mark’s expression turned to one of concern.“You’re not in pain?” he said.“No,” she said. “Are you?”“You’re near me,” he said. “There is no reason for me to hurt.”

13.  “I know.” Mark brushed his lips across her forehead. Cristina could feel his heart pounding. “We’ll figure it out. We’ll fix it.”

14.  Kieran sat up rather reluctantly. The waves of his hair had lightened to blue; he turned around, and leaned back against Mark, rather as if they were on horseback and Mark was behind.

15. Kieran shook his head. “I cannot do it,” he said.“Kier —“ Mark began angrily, but Kieran had his head down, like a beaten dog. His hair fell, sweat-tangled, into his face, and his shirt and the waist of his breeches were soaked in blood. “You’re bleeding again. I thought you said you were healing?”“I thought I was,” Kieran said softly. “Mark, leave me here —“A hand touched Mark’s shoulder. Cristina. She had put her knife away. She looked at him, levelly. “I’ll help you get him over the wall.”

16. “Not one of my best,” said Magnus, to Kieran. “I apologize — I’m not a big fan of your father’s.”“My father does not have fans.” Kieran leaned against the edge of the table. “He has subjects. And enemies.”“And sons.”“His sons are his enemies,” said Kieran, without inflection.

Amazing: Yankee Candle Is Releasing A Candle That Smells Like A Sweaty Teenager For Moms Who Miss Their Kids Who Are Away At College

We don’t want to call it too early, but it looks like we might have a winner for the most popular new holiday shopping item of the year: Yankee Candle is releasing a candle that smells like a sweaty teenager for moms who miss their kids who are away at college.

According to Yankee Candle’s website, the new “Sweaty Teen” candle boasts subtle hints of body odor and dirty laundry thrown on a bedroom floor, and will make any home smell like it’s inhabited by a high school student still getting a handle on personal hygiene. Any mom who’s been missing her kid after moving them into their dorm room just needs to light this candle and the aromas will instantly take her back to those happy days when her child was still walking around the house wearing the same sweatpants five nights in a row.

While Yankee Candle plans to stock Sweaty Teen candles in both its retail locations and digital store in time for Black Friday this November, the company said that it doesn’t expect supplies to last long due to overwhelming consumer demand for a candle that smells like a combination of topical acne medication and cheap marijuana poorly masked with an excessive amount of Febreze. If you want one, you should probably pre-order now, because there’s a good chance that moms everywhere are going to be completely buying out these clammy new candles to fill their homes with the nostalgic smell of sweat and grime that perfectly evokes their absent college-age teen.

The countdown is on! We can’t wait for this new scent!

anonymous asked:

Is Louis an adult or do you think he's an actual three year old get a grip

How can I get a grip when Louis Tomlinson is out there being an actual three year old?

first of all, hes just a cute little munchkin:

His body is literally enveloped in this towel

Look at him with his little hands up in the air and the big smile across his face. He even fucking has his hood on. You can’t get more adorable when riding a rollercoaster.

Okay but look how smol and happy he looks, clapping his hands together like a three year old would when theyre excited about something. Not to mention the sweatpants hes wearing making him look so soft..




My tiny child also has fucking sweater paws because he is a fucking three year old:



Then there is the fact that he draws penises on every surface imaginable:

A cut out of their fucking interviewers face

On the cut out of whoever this guy is from 1dday

FUcking Liam was trying to hide the fact that Louis was drawing penises on the table at their book signing

And poor fucking Liam has been the victim also

There’s also the fact that hes a little shit to his body guards but hes literally a three year old so they all think hes fucking adorable (which he is) so they fucking fond over him.

Poor Paul.

but like… hes so fond

He even lets him jump on his back for a piggyback ride

Even Preston will give him piggyback rides. HE IS THREE YEARS OLD!

Hes pocket sized, light as a feather lets be real

I dont know about you but when I was little my mom was always telling me to wear shoes when I go outside but I wouldnt… neither will Louis because hes still three years old:

Strolling inside with his socks on

Hes fucking barefoot

And hes fucking carrying his shoes instead of fucking wearing them

Again with the not wearing socks, does he know that there could be glass on the ground? He better not hurt his little feeties.

And then theres just the fact that hes a little shit:

Poor Liam, now my three year old son is trying to injure your feet too, Im sorry

Louis how many times have I told you not to put your fingers in the icing of a cake?

Water fights…

Water guns…

Nerf guns…

Moral of the story is that Louis is a three year old and no harm should ever come to him

Louis Tomlinson is an actual three year old. #confirmed

✨DADS REACT TO…dadsona wearing their clothes✨

[thank you @candywolf68aj for the prompt! 2 posts in one day wowie, I hope you enjoy it, feel free to send in asks!]

This could be after sex when you wake up and grabbing whatever clothes you find, or just when they’re not looking. Or for fun.


- when you wear his Hawaiian shirts he loves it so much just because it’s oversized (if you’re smaller sized) or when you button it up

- if you’re not wearing any underwear beneath it highly likely that he’ll sneak a small butt squeeze

- tells you you look adorable and gushes over you so, so, so much


- “bro, is that my shirt bro. no bro you know that’s my favourite shirt also it’s so sweaty ew bro just noooo”

- complains at first but one morning when you came out of the bedroom wearing his sweatpants he just,,, died,,, there,,,

- when the pants are too long and your heels always step on the hem he loves that also when you tie the string too loosely if the kids aren’t home he’ll pull the pants down


- tells you how to wear the clothing properly, embarrassed when you wear his animal shelter polo though (especially with the “HELLO MY NAME IS Damien” tag)

- gives them small tugs to make sure it fits, not particularly upset or excited

- suggests that you get your own Victorian wardrobe and insists on showing you the best websites/stores


- “is that my vest. a kid put his booger on that yesterday”

- his vest is pretty baggy so you like to dress up and order him around jokingly as if you were the teacher (always has to tie the bowtie for you though)

- amused but not impressed


- surprised but compliments you on how adorable you look in his cardigan/polo

- if he sees that you’re cold when you two go out he will offer you his cardigan and warm you up in his guns

- particularly insistent that you button the cardigan although it makes you look like an old grandfather


- offers you his jacket if you’re in the cinema/anywhere else and you’re hands are cold as ice

- his shirt is very soft and confy so you tend to wear it to sleep after you guys smash

- knows that you “secretly” like his clothes a tad more because of how they smell


- acts annoyed and grumbles when you steal his jacket but mutters that it fits you

- you like to dig into the pockets and pull out whatever things you find, once you found a fake rat and screamed

- his shirt’s head hole neck hole thing is so stretched from his sunglasses that if you wear it you can see so much of your chest (he likes it though ;))

LORD OF SHADOWS snippet: (illustrated by the wonderful CASSANDRA JEAN)

When Emma came out into her bedroom, wearing sweatpants and a tank top and rubbing her hair dry with a green towel, she found Mark curled up at the foot of her bed, reading a copy of Alice in Wonderland.

He was wearing a pair of cotton pajama bottoms that Emma had bought for three dollars from a vendor on the side of the PCH. He was partial to them as being oddly close in their loose, light material to the sort of trousers he’d worn in Faerie.

If it bothered him that they also had a pattern of green shamrocks embroidered with the words GET LUCKY on them, he didn’t show it. He sat up when Emma came in, scrubbing his hands through his hair, and smiled at her.

Mark had a smile that could break your heart. It seemed to take up his whole face and brighten his eyes, firing the blue and gold from inside.

“A strange evening, forsooth,” he said.

Emma put her hands on her hips. “Don’t you forsooth me.”

Inspired by @nonbinarytonystark‘s prompt- Tony likes to wear Steve’s clothes

It was a thing.

It didn’t mean anything, per se… Steve’s sweaters were just cozy, okay? And his sweatpants were soft and his tshirts were baggy and they all smelt like something undeniably Steve-

Yeah. Anyway. Like Tony said. It was a thing.

To be honest, he hadn’t even expected anyone to notice, really- they were just a few clothes, after all. Nothing special. The team used his stuff all the time- what made this different? Nothing, that was what. It wasn’t like Tony… hoarded it, or anything. And he certainly didn’t steal Steve’s jumpers after bad nights in order to calm him down. That would just be stupid.

Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid.

In fact, if he hadn’t come down one time, half asleep and wearing literally none of his own clothes, everyone probably would have just let it slide. Tony honestly hadn’t done it intentionally- he was just tired and a little shaken from the lovely morning nightmare that had served as his wakeup call, and Steve’s clothes were soft and big and smelt really nice.

It was calming. It was… home. 

So Tony had slid them on without a second thought and then trundled downstairs, pretty much still asleep. Mornings, especially early ones like this one, were most definitely not his forte.

Except… turns out that superspies were observant. Who’d have thought? 

Anyway, they noticed it immediately. Natasha just raised an eyebrow, but Clint was an asshole, so Clint wolf-whistled and jostled Steve’s shoulder, making him turn from where he was busily preparing his breakfast in order to look in their direction. Tony, still pretty much sleepwalking at that point, just tried to zoom in on the coffee and direct his body toward it. He doesn’t notice everyone staring, or Steve’s progressively reddening cheeks.

“Nice look, Tony,” Natasha says quietly, eyes still on the morning paper.

“Fuck yourself,” he says cheerily, and barely even winces when the spoon flies an inch away from his nose in response. He’s grown used to it.

Clint makes a move, ruffling his hair and then cooing, despite Tony’s grumble of protest. He would normally just punch him, but did he mention how tired he was? Really fucking tired.

“Don’t you just want to fucking bundle him up when he’s like this? How do you resist, Steve?” Clint asks, and Tony glares at him and turns to Steve, ready to hear a witty quip in reply, but the other man is just spluttering a little incoherently, eyes still fixed on the pale blue button-down that’s pretty much slipping right off Tony’s shoulders.

His face falls a little, because shit, Steve’s noticed. And now they’re probably going to have a long and awkward conversation about boundaries, where Steve tells him he needs to stop wearing his clothes, which will suck, because Tony loves Steve’s clothes-

He’s so caught up in his own head that he forgets to watch where his feet are going, and they catch on the overhanging material that hangs over his toes whenever he wears Steve’s sweatpants, and then he’s off, falling face first, destination: corner of the fucking tabletop.

Great way to start the day.

He braces for impact, a little yelp escaping his lips as he jerks his hands up on instinct- but impact doesn’t come. Instead, there’s a sudden tight pressure on his waist, and he realizes it’s an arm that’s just managed to snag him before he brains himself. Which is nice. Definitely helpful.

Steve is stood there, a little awkwardly, arm simply outstretched and holding Tony’s entire body-weight like it’s nothing, which is probably not something he needs to be thinking about when wearing thin sweatpants-

“Where are your glasses, Tony?” Steve says, fond exasperation evident in his voice as he pulls Tony upright again and then softly places a hand against his jaw, checking to see that all braining incidents had been 100% avoided.

Tony scowls, and shrugs. “Left them out somewhere- but I don’t need them to see my own two feet, Steve, only reason I fell was because your pants are-”

He’s about to say stupidly big, before realizing that, being the insanely clever person he is, he just managed to expose himself and his clothe-stealing ways right in front of the man himself.

Amazing. He was on a god damn roll this morning. God- he wished he’d just knocked himself out on the tabletop. 

But rather than frowning and pulling him up on it, Steve just blushes a little bit deeper, and Tony watches his eyes flicker down very briefly, before dragging themselves back up immediately and only making the blush go even darker, and at this rate Steve is going to be a motherfucking tomato, or his cheeks are going to burst open from too much blood rushing around in them.

“They suit you,” Steve says quietly,and Tony has to question whether or not he’s even conscious at this point, because that was definitely a lip bite, and Steve’s eyes keep flickering down toward Tony’s exposed collarbone like there’s a god damn magnet attached to the thing-

“Wait,” Tony blurted suddenly, squinting a little and hoping that his eyesight really isn’t failing him enough to imagine that, “do you…no way-do you like that?”

Steve laughed, and this time it was a lick of the lips, which was honestly just unfair at this time of day. “Uhhh-”

“he means he likes you wearing his clothes, but he’d prefer them back on his bedroom floor,” Bruce piped up, which was surprising, because everyone had assumed he’d just been napping on the tabletop.

Steve frowned. “Can you maybe let me flirt on my own, guys?” 

“Hey, you chose to do this in the communal room, your fault,” Clint said, before waving them away, “now shoo- go have your way with him or whatever, Steve- I don’t want to see any more of this here, I’m eating my cereal.”

Tony looked at Steve, still trying to actually conceive what was happening here. Steve just looked at him, waiting for a sign of confirmation, and when Tony gave a confused nod of his head, Steve wasted absolutely no time in sweeping him directly off his feet and into an effortless bridal carry, beginning to maneuver them both out of the communal room at a brisk pace.

Tony blinked, hands wrapping around Steve’s neck instinctively, feeling more than a little blissed out when all Steve’s warmth and softness and smell that he usually leeched off his clothes was suddenly pressed up directly against him. 

“Bye,” was all Steve called out, before sliding out into the corridor and immediately pressing Tony against the wall, mouth meeting Tony’s possessively, greedily.

“You really like the clothes, huh,” Tony whispered in amazement, in between kisses.

He was kissing Steve he was kissing Steve he was kissing Steve he was kissing St-

Steve smiled, hands wandering underneath the button down and slipping around his waist. “Every time, every damn time you’d come down wearing something of mine, I wanted to do this. I thought you were doing it on purpose- you had to be. There couldn’t have been any other reason you hadn’t noticed how I reacted to it.”

Tony opened his mouth to reply, biting down on a groan between breaths, but Steve kissed him again, picking him up once more, this time by the ass, and then waiting for Tony to wrap his legs around Steve’s waist before moving them forward. “I might make you keep the shirt on, though. It looks good. Real good.My clothes always look good on you”

Tony grinned, “possessive streak, have we, Rogers?”

“You have no idea,”

“I feel like I’m about to find out, though.”

Steve smiled, smug and dirty as he kissed Tony’s neck, whispering “damn fuckin’ straight.”

Okay. So maybe the morning was looking up, after all.

BTS|Them seeing you in a sexy outfit

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You got ready for a dinner with the other boys. When you walked out you couldnt see Jin anywhere. But he saw you. 

“Do you think I’m letting you go looking like this?”

“What? Your not my daddy and you’re not in the position to tell what I have to wear.”

“We’ll see….”

(I wanted to make Jin eomma, but it turned into Jin!daddy…help me. and I don’t know about the second gif…it just happened)

Originally posted by eatjin

Originally posted by bighigh


You tried to impress him. It was something like your life goal to get Min Yoongi to lose his swag. But when you slowly walked into the living room you got, once again, disappointed. He barely looked at you before he closed is eyes again.

“Heyy, stop ignoring me..I bought it to impress you and you don’t even looked at my dress.”

“Don’t think I’ll take care of you when you get sick.”

swag level yoongi

Originally posted by jenorise


It was your anniversary, so the both of you wanted to go to a fancy restaurant. Since it was a special day, you decided to wear this one dress which you bought but never wore again. And there was a reason for it. When you stepped out of the bathroom, you bumped into Namjoon, who glanced on other body parts than your face.

“I think we need to cancel our reservation baby…” 

Originally posted by nnochu


You were about to meet your old school friends at a restaurant. Hoseok was about to leave to, but his activity included less fun and more work. When he came into the bedroom, he directly walked to you and hugged you, before he started to complain about your outfit in a playful way.

“Jagii, you never dress like this for me.”

Originally posted by frostbittensuga


You dressed yourself for an formal meeting with your colleagues, when Jimin entered the room, exhausted from rehearsal. When he noticed you, his jaw dropped. He blushed and bowed his head.

“What? Do I look so bad?”

“N-No jagi, you’re always stunning.”

Originally posted by jmins


You weren’ used to wear tight and sexy clothes, but you and Tae were invited to a fancy dinner and you obviously couldn’t wear sweatpants. When you dressed up you walked to Tae since he must close the zipper on the back of your dress. You felt his cold fingers on your skin and shivered. when you turned around he observed you with a blank face before he started to smile.

“Don’t make me jealous jagi.”

Originally posted by gotjimin


You got ready for a girls night. Jungkook sat on the couch and played some video games and you knew that he would call Taehyung once you’re out of the door. You watched yourself in the mirror one last time before you made your way into the livingroom. Since he concetrated on the screen, he first didn’t noticed you. You walked towards him to give him a last kiss and he finally looked at you. And the game he was about to lose was his smallest problem.

(I don’t mean it in a dirty way…why is everything so ambiguous)


Originally posted by liveforeverneversaynever


Tony bruises like a peach.

“It’s probably because you don’t eat enough,” Bucky tells him, the mother hen. Tony opens his mouth to complain but all that comes out is a startled mewl when Steve presses down on a hickey on his collarbone. Bucky smacks his hand away, but he looks amused. “Let up, asshole. Pretty sure this guy hasn’t had a kiss since the eighteen hundreds.” “Hey,” Tony complains, frowning. “I’ve—had kisses since the eighteen hundreds. Lots of ‘em probably!” “Probably,” Steve and Bucky repeat, glancing at each other in amusement, before Steve presses another kiss to Tony’s lips. Tony mutters petulantly against his mouth for a moment before sinking into the kiss, clutching at Steve’s shoulders.

It becomes a thing. Tony comes to the diner more often, and after they close up for the night, Steve and Bucky take him out on dates that end with soft kisses (or sloppy make-outs that leave all of them breathless and Tony with splotchy bruises). More often than not they have a cat-shaped shadow tailing them, but Jarvis always looks pretty pleased when he and Tony get into a taxi at the end of the night. “Maybe it’s because all he’s ever wanted was for Tony to be happy?” Bucky suggests, fingers carding through Steve’s hair. Steve snuggles closer to his chest. “You think he is? Happy, I mean.” Bucky says nothing, but he hopes so.

And then Tony walks into the diner just after they’ve opened. Steve screeches and drags him further into the diner, nearly all the way to the kitchen. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” Tony looks bewildered. “Am—am I not allowed to come during the day?” “ARE YOU TRYING TO DIE?!” Steve shouts, flailing. “Honey,” Bucky says pityingly. “Honey, no. Vampires actually can go out in the sunlight without dying.” Steve turns to give him a hard stare but he’s distracted by Tony’s mouth opening into a little ‘o’ of surprise before his lips spread into the widest grin he’s ever seen. “Oh please don’t.” Tony does anyway, throwing his head back to laugh and laugh until he’s clutching the counter to keep from falling down, and even then he has to slowly sink to his knees because he’s laughing so hard. Steve is offended. Tony has only ever come at night before. What was he supposed to think?!

Apparently Tony likes traveling at night better because he finds fewer people bother him. It’s not even people who mean him harm, either—lots of people get concerned when they see a man wearing long-sleeves, a hoodie, and sweatpants in sweltering triple digit heat. “The concern is nice but I burn like an albino,” Tony says. “And since I rarely have a large amount of blood in my system, it takes quite a long time to heal.” He looks at Steve in amusement. “I can also eat garlic so please stop making my burgers without it.” Steve throws a glass of water in his face because what the fuck took him so long to tell him that does no one understand that seeing to dietary needs takes time and effort he could have just been slinging Tony’s patties on the grill with all the others what the fuck.

“So why are you here at this time of day then?” Bucky asks, wiping down the counter as Tony slowly chews on his burger. They don’t get truly busy for a couple hours yet, and most people that come in at opening eat as slowly as Tony. Steve looks up from carrying a tray of dishes back to the kitchen, interested. Tony frowns at his burger, shoulders hunching a little. He swallows. It looks like it takes effort. “I—have to stop by the blood bank today. They’re only open to my kind during the day. Security measure,” he adds when Steve starts to look a little pissed off.

“It’s to protect us. A lot of people think we can’t go out in the light, too, so sometimes they’ll lurk around the blood bank at night to try to catch us. Hunters sometimes, or just nosy people who have never seen a vampire, but mostly those… fetishists. There are more people around during the day.” Steve’s even madder than he was before; he kind of preferred when he’d thought it was just blatant racism. “I’ll have the salmon,” Jarvis says, and Bucky flings his rag in terror. “Where did you come from?!” “The salmon,” Jarvis insists. “Where did he come from?” Steve asks Tony, since he seems more likely to actually answer. Unfortunately, Tony only looks mildly amused. “He’ll have the salmon.” “Just tell us if Jarvis is magic or not!” “The salmon,” they repeat together drolly. Steve struggles not to slap Tony with a raw fish.

Tony excuses himself after his meal, looking embarrassed and ashamed. “I won’t be back tonight.” Steve opens his mouth but Bucky loudly says, “Okay, honey, we’ll just take you out tomorrow.” Tony looks at him for a long moment, perplexed, before turning to walk out the door, Jarvis trotting after him. “Why didn’t you let me talk!?” Steve complains as soon as he’s sure Tony is out of hearing range. Bucky sighs and rolls his eyes. “Steve, did it ever occur to you that Tony, who despises the taste of blood, would hate to kiss us and make us taste it, too?” “He could just brush his teeth!” Steve exclaims. Bucky rolls his eyes. “Steve.” “WELL MAYBE I THINK IT’S HOT.” “You don’t.” “But what if I did!” “It doesn’t matter because you don’t.” “I hate you.”

Steve thinks about it a lot that night, though, of Tony feeding himself and hating every minute of it. He thinks of what Colonel Rhodes said, too, of letting Tony have a nibble when he was around. He thinks of Tony and how wan he always looks, how washed-out he is from not eating more. He thinks of how upset Tony would be if Steve offered him a nibble. “You’re thinking too loud,” Bucky complains, curling his arm tighter around Steve’s waist. “Think about it in the morning.” “Fine, you ass,” Steve replies, and pokes a meaty part of Bucky’s side. He laughs when Bucky jumps and yelps, teeth going sharp with surprise before he regains control of himself.

“Do you think Tony would stop seeing us if I offered my blood to him?” Steve asks at breakfast. Bucky chokes on his cereal. “Steve.” “Colonel Rhodes said he lets Tony snack on him,” Steve continues before Bucky can get a word in edgewise. “And they’re really good friends. We’re maybe not on the same level as Colonel Rhodes but I—he’s too skinny, Buck, and I’ve got blood to spare. He only needs a nibble. I could give him a nibble every once in a while.” Bucky sighs loudly. “I don’t know, Steve. Is that a chance you’re willing to take? Are you willing to scare Tony off?” Steve clenches his jaw. He doesn’t want to scare Tony off, but… he really is too skinny. He’ll just have to lead in with some comforting ‘you can say no, it won’t upset me’s and ‘I’m only suggesting it because I care’s. Bucky sighs again and rolls his eyes. “Alright. Fine. It’s not like I was looking forward to fucking him anyway.”

anonymous asked:

For the prompt thing: malec+ jace realizing he's living with an actual couple sometime after 2x07. basically domesticity & casual intimacy are my kink I love your writing :D

Oh goodness, thank you so much! This is definitely the type of thing I love writing!

He notices the sweatpants first. He’s seen Magnus wear sweatpants before, but this is different. Because there’s a bleach stain on the left leg that Jace has never consciously noticed before, but once he sees it on Magnus, he remembers it with a sharp, sudden clarity. They’re Alec’s sweatpants. And Magnus wears them. Sometimes when Alec is around, sometimes when he isn’t. It’s the sweatpants, and then some robes that start on Magnus at night end up on Alec in the morning, and then the wardrobes get so blurred that Jace genuinely can’t tell which shirt originally belonged to which person. It really sinks in when Alec does a load of laundry on a Saturday afternoon. They’re all his clothes, and he’s taken them from out of Magnus’s bedroom, out from nooks and crannies around Magnus’s apartment. And he’s washed them in Magnus’s laundry room. And put them back in Magnus’s closet.

It’s the language, next. The series of little speech patterns and shared idioms and inside jokes that leave Jace hearing entire conversations and not understanding a word of them. It’s not even that they finish each other’s sentences, it’s that they don’t have to finish their sentences at all. It’s afternoons in the kitchen full of “Hey, did you see-” “Mm-hm.” “‘Cause it was just like-” “Right, the one where-” “Exactly.” It’s the beginning of jokes where the punchline never gets spoken, because they’re both already laughing. It’s a shorthand that never gets established or agreed upon. It’s just a culmination of too many conversations, too many shared experiences. It’s incomprehensible.

In the end, it’s not the lack of awareness, or of boundaries. It’s not that Magnus starts forgetting to put up a soundproofing spell around their room at night. It’s not that they stop trying to hide that they shower together in the morning. It’s not that Alec’s usual outfit for breakfast shrinks and shrinks until it’s just a pair of boxer-briefs. It’s that they’ve stopped noticing him. Stopped caring. It’s that he’ll walk into the livingroom and find Alec sleeping with his head in Magnus’s lap. It’s that he’ll see them cleaning the master bathroom together, and hear snippets of a deep, low conversation that has no business being had over a soapy toilet bowl. It’s that he and Alec will come back from the Institute, and Magnus will be so quietly happy to see Alec that he forgets to be loudly upset to see Jace. That’s what gets him, what makes him feel like an intruder. When they’ve moved on from him entirely, Jace knows he needs to leave. Knows that this is their home, not his.

-send me a character or pairing, and a prompt, and I’ll write a three-paragraph fic for you!-

remember when louis used to roll up his jeans to show off the ankles™ and rolling up jeans became a trend since the day of today remember when louis wearing trackpants and sweatpants was labeled as “”“lazy”“” only for it to become a fashiontrend in 2017 with major designer brands coming up with new trackpants styles im not saying my son is a trendsetter(he is a fashion icon) but my son is v concious wih his style and fashion and you all end up as hypocrites whenever u criticize his clothes so stay losing i guess :/

sweeter than sweet

genre | rating: angst & smut | M

length:  words

pairing: baekhyun x reader

boyfriend!baekhyun drabble series

scenario: when a simple sext turns into something more


“So, you received my text then?” he asked, feigning innocence as he got up from his chair and leaned against the table behind him. He crossed his arms across his chest as he observed you, the cheeky smile never left his handsome face.

“Were you seriously trying to sext me when I was in a meeting?!” you replied rather indignantly. However, from the way your cheeks reddened and the corners of your lips twitched, Baekhyun could tell that it wasn’t something that you didn’t enjoy.

“Yeah,” he answered brazenly before making his way towards you, “I was bored.”

Originally posted by baeksilisk

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Request: Hola can you do one where you and shawn are hanging out late at night on the streets and its like summer so its hot so you both decide to sneak into a swimming pool and you have a moment and you have a heated make out sesh? Hahaha love your writings by the way its so good

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To Shawn: Yo Mendes! Your mother told my mother you’re home??
From Shawn: Well, my mother spoke the truth. Landed a couple hours ago :)
To Shawn: Wanna hang out?
From Shawn: It’s like one AM
To Shawn: Wanna go on an adventure with me? ;)
From Shawn: Always, meet outside in ten?
To Shawn: Deal

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