#OR...tee under a button-up tucked in and half unbuttoned...

[astrophysicist-guitar-god]

Sorry, I got this in my head and I can't rest until I inflict it on someone else (or several someones, hopefully). So!

Sir Dr. Brian Harold May CBE, astrophysicist and guitar god of Queen, is half Scottish, thanks to his mum. I have very lately been trying to picture Brian in a kilt.

Unless there are secret pictures somewhere that Brian has surpressed -- which is entirely possible -- he has never worn a kilt.

Bonus points to answer in the tags: If he *had* worn a kilt, would he have inevitably worn clogs as well, or some other footwear?

[wysecn]

How to Wear a White Button-Up Shirt

How to Wear a White Button-Up Shirt: A Style Guide for Every Occasion

The white button-up shirt is a timeless wardrobe staple that transcends trends, seasons, and dress codes. Whether you're dressing for a corporate meeting, a casual weekend brunch, or a sophisticated evening event, this versatile piece can be styled in countless ways. In this guide, we'll explore how to wear a white button-up shirt with flair, incorporating details like custom buttons and exploring variations such as button-down shirts for women.

Why the White Button-Up Shirt Is a Must-Have

Before diving into styling tips, let’s appreciate why this piece is indispensable:

Timeless Elegance – A crisp white shirt exudes sophistication.

Versatility – It pairs effortlessly with jeans, skirts, blazers, and even layered under sweaters.

Adaptability – Works for both men and women, with slight styling tweaks.

Now, let’s break down how to wear it for different occasions.

1. The Classic Office Look

For a polished professional appearance, a well-fitted white button-up shirt is key.

How to Style:

Tuck it in – Pair with tailored trousers or a pencil skirt.

Opt for structured fabrics – Avoid overly sheer materials in professional settings.

Accessorize minimally – A sleek watch or delicate necklace keeps it refined.

Consider custom buttons – Swapping standard plastic buttons for pearl or metallic ones elevates the look.

Pro Tip: Roll sleeves neatly to the elbows for a relaxed yet put-together vibe.

2. Smart Casual: Effortlessly Chic

A white button-up shirt can easily transition from office to weekend wear.

How to Style:

Half-tuck it – Loosely tuck the front into high-waisted jeans or linen pants.

Layer with a sweater – Drape a knit over your shoulders for a preppy touch.

Pair with denim – Dark-wash jeans balance the crispness of the shirt.

Unbutton strategically – Leave the top two buttons undone for a relaxed feel.

Bonus: For button-down shirts for women, try a slightly oversized fit for an effortless look.

3. Evening Glam: Dressing It Up

Who says a white shirt can’t be glamorous?

How to Style:

Pair with a sleek skirt – A satin midi or leather pencil skirt adds edge.

Add statement jewelry – Bold earrings or a chunky bracelet make it evening-appropriate.

Opt for luxe fabrics – A silk or satin white button-up shirt feels more luxurious.

Experiment with custom buttons – Gold or jewel-toned buttons add a bespoke touch.

Styling Hack: Tie the shirt at the waist for a fitted silhouette.

4. Layering Like a Pro

One of the best ways to wear a white button-up shirt is by layering it.

How to Style:

Under a blazer – A foolproof combo for business or semi-formal events.

With a slip dress – Perfect for a feminine, modern look.

Beneath a jumpsuit – Adds structure to flowy styles.

Under a sweater vest – A trendy, collegiate-inspired outfit.

Note: For button-down shirts for women, ensure the collar lays flat when layered.

5. Casual & Relaxed: Weekend Vibes

Even on lazy days, a white button-up shirt can look intentional.

How to Style:

Wear it open as a light jacket – Over a simple tee and shorts.

Knot it at the waist – Perfect with high-waisted denim or bike shorts.

Pair with joggers – An unexpected but stylish contrast.

Choose an oversized fit – For a laid-back, borrowed-from-the-boys aesthetic.

Extra Tip: Distressed denim enhances the casual appeal.

6. Seasonal Styling: Adapting to Weather

Summer:

Wear it as a beach cover-up – Untucked with linen pants.

Sleeveless variation – A breezy alternative for heat.

Winter:

Layer under a chunky cardigan – Cozy yet put-together.

Tuck into wool trousers – Ideal for cold-weather sophistication.

Custom Buttons & Personalization

One way to make your white button-up shirt unique is by upgrading the buttons.

Pearl buttons – Feminine and classic.

Brass or gold – Adds a luxe touch.

Engraved buttons – For a personalized detail.

DIY Idea: Swap out buttons yourself for an instant refresh.

Final Tips for Wearing a White Button-Up Shirt

Fit is everything – Avoid boxy or overly tight cuts.

Fabric matters – Cotton for structure, silk for drape.

Maintain crispness – Iron or steam for a sharp look.

Experiment with silhouettes – French tuck, full tuck, or untucked.

A white button-up shirt is the ultimate wardrobe workhorse. Whether you prefer a traditional fit, love the idea of custom buttons, or are exploring button-down shirts for women, this piece offers endless styling possibilities. From boardroom-ready to weekend-cool, mastering how to wear it ensures you’ll always look effortlessly polished.

Now, go ahead—unbutton, layer, tuck, and tie your way to flawless outfits!

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[buttondownshirts]

Button Down Hacks_ Take Your Style to the Next Level with Women's Shirts

Title: Unlocking Style Secrets: Elevate Your Look with Women's Button-Down Shirt Hacks

Introduction:

Women's Button-Down Shirts are a versatile wardrobe staple that can be styled in countless ways to suit any occasion or mood. From classic office attire to casual weekend ensembles, the possibilities are endless when it comes to elevating your look with these timeless pieces. In Craft bazaar, we'll explore a variety of button-down shirt hacks that will take your style to the next level, allowing you to unleash your creativity and express your unique sense of fashion with confidence.

1. The Half-Tuck Trick:

One of the simplest yet most effective button-down shirt hacks is the half-tuck. Instead of fully tucking your shirt into your bottoms, simply tuck in the front portion while leaving the back untucked for a casually chic look. This subtle styling trick adds a touch of effortless elegance to your outfit, creating a sense of nonchalant sophistication that is perfect for both work and play.

2. Layering Magic:

Layering is key to creating dynamic and visually interesting outfits with women's button-down shirts. Experiment with different combinations by layering your shirt under sweaters, vests, or blazers for added warmth and texture. You can also layer a sleeveless button-down over a basic tee or turtleneck for a stylish and unexpected twist on traditional layering techniques.

3. Belted Beauty:

Give your button-down shirt a flattering silhouette by cinching it at the waist with a belt. This simple styling hack accentuates your curves and adds definition to your outfit, transforming a basic shirt into a chic and sophisticated ensemble. Opt for a statement belt to add a pop of color or texture, or keep it classic with a sleek leather belt for timeless appeal.

4. Knot Your Average Shirt:

For a playful and casual look, try knotting the hem of your button-down shirt at the waist. This styling hack adds visual interest to your outfit while also creating a flattering high-low silhouette that elongates the legs. Pair your knotted shirt with high-waisted jeans or skirts for a fun and flirty ensemble that's perfect for weekend adventures or casual outings with friends.

5. Sleeve Styling:

Don't underestimate the power of sleeve styling when it comes to elevating your button-down shirt game. Roll up your sleeves for a relaxed and effortless vibe, or cuff them neatly for a more polished look. Experiment with different sleeve lengths and cuff styles to find the perfect balance between casual and refined, allowing you to customize your shirt to suit your personal style and mood.

6. Collar Play:

Get creative with collar styling to add a touch of personality and flair to your button-down shirt. Pop the collar for a preppy and polished look, or leave it unbuttoned and relaxed for a more laid-back vibe. You can also experiment with collar accessories such as collar pins or brooches to add a subtle yet stylish embellishment to your shirt.

Conclusion:

With these button-down shirt hacks in your style arsenal, you'll be able to take your wardrobe to new heights and express your unique sense of fashion with confidence. Whether you're heading to the office, meeting friends for brunch, or enjoying a night out on the town, these simple yet effective styling tricks will help you elevate your look and make a lasting impression wherever you go. So go ahead, unleash your creativity and take your style to the next level with women's button-down shirts.

[columnsandchaos]

How I Would Dress in Dark Acadmia

The First Day of School: brown turtleneck, black trench coat, hair in low braided bun, brown tweed plaid skirt, black doc marten boots

Studying Late at the Library: hair in a ponytail, black turtleneck under brown sweater, comfy black tweed pants, black oxfords

Reviewing Greek with Friends: beige and brown argyle sweater, hair in messy bun, blue jeans, brown belt, black socks, gray converse

Class the Day Before Finals: hair down and messy, oversized grey-blue wool sweater, black jeans, black doc marten boots

Dancing to Jazz Alone in My Room: my fanciest billowy romantic poet shirt, untied and loose, paired with my checkered pajama bottoms, barefoot, wearing my dramatic earrings from the day, 

To My Shift at the Bookstore/Library: beige turtleneck, brown plaid flannel over it, black slacks, black doc marten boots, hair down

Sneaking out to our spot late at night: hair in one braid, black ¾ trench coat, grey and blue striped sweater over t-shirt, brown jeans, black doc marten boots

The School Play: brown button up with top unbuttoned, dark blue jeans, black doc marten boots, black ¾ length trench coat, hair pulled back casually, wildflowers for my friends performing

Meeting With my Favorite Teacher: simple white button up, gray sweater vest over it (to hide the stain), collar neatly folded over, comfortable blue jeans, brown socks, black doc marten oxfords

Art Museum Date: hair down and tucked behind ears, white turtleneck, black button up pulled over it, high waisted tapered black slacks, black doc marten boots

A 3am Existential Walk: hair wildly messy, apricot silk nightgown, brown tweed pants underneath for warmth, black doc marten boots, black ¾ length trench coat

A Friendly but High-Stakes Chess Competition: black trench coat worn casually, gray joy division tee, brown bell bottom jeans, hair in two braids, doc marten boots

The Thursday Night Lecture: brown tweed oversized blazer, black button up collared shirt, blue jeans, black doc marten oxfords, hair in one loose french braid

Picnic with Friends in the Middle of Campus: hair braided loosely to the side, brown button up shirt, gold necklace, blue jeans, black oxfords set aside and barefoot

Exploring the Archives in the Library: hair in low ponytail, black turtleneck, brown argyle sweater vest, black and brown tweed pants, black doc marten boots

Formal Meeting About My Thesis: brown button up shirt, black blazer over my arm, simple gold bracelet and earrings, black pencil skirt, modest brown heels

Pretentious Spoken Word Poetry Night At Our Favorite Cafe/Bookstore: hair in two french braids, floor length brown skirt, black doc marten boots, gold necklace, beige button up blouse

History Class on Herodotus Reading Group: simple black turtleneck, hair simple and straight, orange floral patterned scarf tying it back, blue jeans, fun socks, gray converse

Literature class on Oscar Wilde: strong glittery pink eyeshadow and flirty eyeliner that my friend did for me, my poofy blouse, with the top unbuttoned, a necktie draped around my neck untied, brown and black plaid pants, distressed brown oxfords

Greek class translating Euripides: brown turtleneck, hair down in half ponytail, simple gold hoop earrings, one gold ring on my left hand, white tweed flared pants, black doc marten boots

Helping my friends with Greek Homework: hair down, brown turtleneck under green v-neck knit sweater, maroon corduroy pants, black doc martens

[sunflowerim]

I LOVE YOU 3000!

-PART 40

Weekend 7

Harry reached sharply at 8 and was warmly greeted by Lux who couldn't stop smiling. Theo was playing with Cliff and upon seeing Harry, both of them ran to him at once.

"Will Cliff be joining us?" Harry asked, scratching Clifford behind the ears.

"No," replied Theo sadly, "he is not allowed, so we're dropping him at the dog sitters place."

"Aww Cliffy we'll miss you,'' Harry patted Clifford before looking around for Louis.

Louis emerged right then from the room wearing an unbuttoned sap green shirt over a plain white tee, sunglasses hooked in the t-shirt, chocolate brown fringe falling over his eyes. He looked beautiful.

Louis caught him staring but was awestruck himself to do anything about it. Harry stood in front of him wearing a pink shirt with white polka dots, buttons half undone (as always) and sunglasses atop his head, tangled in his curls.

They stared at each other without even moving a muscle when Theo and Lux started aggressively tugging Louis, breaking the moment.

"C'mon uncle Lou, let's goooooo."

"We're getting LATE!"

Within fifteen minutes, all of them were seated in Louis' car driving to the dog sitters house. The car speaker was playing 'Do you wanna build a snowman' on Theo's insistence and after dropping Clifford, they were driving off to the wonders that awaited them.

Harry waited with the kids as Louis went ahead to buy the tickets. Once they got the tickets, they stood with a group and a tour guide greeted them.

"Hello and welcome to the Warner Bros Studios- the making of Harry Potter. I'm gonna walk you through the sets and--"

Harry was distracted by Louis practically bobbing with excitement next to him. Soon the guide led them into the studio and they stood in a wide hall, at the centre of which a statue of the Gringott's dragon was suspended.

People around them were buzzing around and clicking pictures. Even Louis took out his phone and with great concentration took a picture if the dragon. From there, they were led to a set up of the inside of privet drive and the cupboard under the stairs.

"Oh my god, Theo look Harry's room," Lux pulled Theo out of the crowd to show him what she'd seen.

Next they went inside the great hall where and it was magnificent. Harry had seen the Harry Potter movies, but wasn't that deeply invested in them. But Louis. Let's just say Harry had come to visit the place with three kids and not two. Louis couldn't contain his excitement at all. He took in everything with eager eyes, took pictures randomly and every now and then Harry could hear him murmur "wish I was a wizard."

Slowly they walked through a lot more sets each as exciting as the last one. From the Gryffindor common room, boys dorm, Hagrid's hut, potions & herbology classroom, leaky cauldron, to the various shops of Diagon Alley, each captured the attention of the crowd and made everyone's jaw drop. They had a difficult time in the forbidden forest, where huge spiders kept appearing every now and then, scaring Theo and Lux, and Louis had to keep explaining that those weren't real.

There was a particular emotional moment when Louis was brought to tears by a stuffed werewolf because it reminded him of Remus Lupin. Both Lux and Theo, along with Harry had to console him afterwards. He had barely recovered when they were faced with a abstract statue of Sirius Black and Louis was sad again.

Soon it was time for lunch and they found some nice seats in the in-studio restaurant and ate to their fullest. Louis and Harry even tried butterbeer and Louis declared this should be available at all regular clubs too.

After lunch, they were led towards the Hogwarts Express and Harry took pictures of Lux, Theo and Louis one by one in front of the 9¾ platform. In another section, tourists could dress up in Hogwarts robes and sit on a broomstick and record videos and of course all three of them did.

All of them were amazed at the props section. Each and every prop used in the movies was placed in glass boxes and they looked so realistic, it'd make one think that they were actually in the wizarding world.

Walking around the wizarding world set up they didn't even notice the time and soon it was almost evening.

The tour was almost over and their last stop was the merch shop. Upon entering the merch shop, nobody moved for a few seconds. They were taken aback by the variety of items that had been stacked up for sale. Louis bought Lux and Theo a wand each and they couldn't stop waving it around even for a second. He himself wanted to buy a Gryffindor quidditch costume, which earned a tease from Harry,

"Fancy seeing you go to work in these."

"Don't be silly Harry, it's for Halloween."

At the end he settled for a Gryffindor t-shirt and bought robes for the twins instead. Hufflepuff for Theo and Gryffindor for Lux.

Louis even made Harry take the Sorting Hat quiz right there, so he could buy him something. Hufflepuff.

"Yay, Harry you're with me," said Theo running to hug him.

Harry wouldn't buy a robe so Louis got him a t-shirt too.

They also bought a Hogwarts poster for the twins' bedroom at Louis' (because their mum wouldn't let them put up so many posters in the room in their own house and well Louis is the cool uncle so he'll obviously buy it for them).

On their way out they bought loads of chocolates and in his excitement, Louis didn't notice that Harry was lingering a little longer at the payment desk.

It was a wholesome day and it left them exhausted but happy.

After exiting the studio, Louis drove them to his favourite restaurant for dinner. The twins were staying with them tonight and had insisted Harry stay back too. Harry readily agreed and Louis was the happiest.

Theo had fallen asleep in Harry's lap and Lux in Louis' and the two of them slowly climbed the stairs to the apartment carrying the kids in their arms.

After reaching the apartment, Louis woke them up for a while to brush their teeth while Harry got them ready for bed. As Harry and Louis tucked them in their bed, they both said their goodnights in sleepy murmurs.

Harry was feeling tired too and went to the guest room (which had begun to look like his room) after wishing Louis goodnight.

As Harry settled in the bed, he took out his phone, deciding to post some pictures.

As he finished posting some pictures, he noticed that Louis had put up some stories on Instagram too. He was amused by the excitement which was radiating off of Louis' stories. He really was a kid at heart.

Harry was about to keep his phone down and go to sleep when he noticed that Louis had posted a picture. He quickly scrolled up and when he saw what Louis had posted, his breath hitched.

Harry will never know what possessed him at that moment that he jumped out of bed and pulled the blue wrapped packet from under the bed, deciding to go to Louis' room at once. He grabbed a clean t-shirt (which belonged to Louis) from the bedside drawer and at once made his way across to Louis' door. Clutching the packet tightly in one hand, he softly knocked.

Harry waited for about 2 seconds before the door was opened by Louis, still shirtless.

"What happened Harry? Did you need something?" Louis asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

"No, --um yeah, I mean- I wanted to give you something," Harry replied waving the packet slightly.

"Oh come in."

They made their way to the bed when Louis seemed to remember he wasn't wearing a shirt and quickly dived into the drawers for one. Harry's brows furrowed in frustration when he saw Louis putting on a black tank top and coming over to sit next to him.

"What did you get me?"

"See for yourself," Harry said handing the packet to Louis.

"You didn't have to," Louis continued, carefully opening the packet, "When did you even--"

Louis paused midway, opening the box in the packet, gaping at the content inside. "Harry, you-- I-- you- thanks wow, I mean- how did you-", he tried forming a coherent sentence while picking up the carved wooden wand from the box.

Harry chuckled quietly, "I saw how intently you were learning the wand choreography. It's only fair that you have one too."

Louis flung himself on Harry, knocking the breath out of his lungs, "thank you so much, I love this."

Harry hugged him back tightly, trying to steal as much warmth as he could before he had to let go.

Louis let go after a few seconds, face flushed and went back to examining the wand. Harry watched Louis' eyes sparkle as he held out his wand and tried out some moves. Louis couldn't stopped smiling and that made Harry's insides flutter.

After a while, Harry decided it best to leave, "So I'll leave you to your devices. Goodnight."

Harry got up to leave but was stopped by Louis tugging the hem of his t-shirt.

"You could stay if you want," Louis said, ducking his head down.

"Here?" Harry asked, unsure, not letting his hopes get the better of him.

"Here," Louis replied looking up, holding Harry's gaze.

"Um okay."

Harry sat back on the bed as Louis shifted around to remove his clothes from the bed. Harry moved back in the bed and leaned against the headboard. Louis joined him soon and for a few moments both were quiet, not knowing what to say. The silence wasn't uncomfortable though.

Louis had kept the windows open which let in the cool summer breeze and Harry felt at peace listening to the sound of crickets with Louis beside him.

Louis started first-

"I saw that you posted a picture of me from your main."

"Yes."

"Wouldn't that be a problem?"

"Why? I can hang out with my friends."

Friends

Harry quickly tried to correct himself after seeing the look on Louis' face, "Not that I consider you one-- I mean-- yes I do, but not in that way, you know-- I mean-"

"It's okay Harry. I know," Louis replied, relaxing once again and slowly sliding down the bed, lying flat on his back.

Harry watched him as the moonlight settled on the curves of his face, and watched as his eyelids fluttered slowly, the moonlight dancing in the shadows of his eyelashes.

Harry tangled his fingers with Louis' half afraid that Louis would remove his hand but Louis just tightened the grip.

"Thanks for today," Harry hummed so slowly, that Louis missed him.

"Hmm?"

"Thanks for today," Harry said, a little louder this time, "for everything actually."

Louis craned his neck upward to look at Harry's face and said, "Someone's being sappy today."

Harry smiled and slid down himself, propped himself on his left elbow, head resting on his hand and looked down at Louis. "Well you make me one."

"You make me one too."

If Harry could choose one moment to relive over and over again, it would probably be this, him lying beside Louis, their fingers intertwined and his face hovering inches above Louis'.

They gazed at each and even in the dim moonlight that had filtered in the room, they could see every inch of each others face clearly and suddenly without a warning Harry leaned in and kissed Louis.

Louis' brain short circuited and he froze for a second before giving in. Harry astounded by his own courage didn't waste time in climbing on top of Louis and taking his breath away.

Harry could feel the butterfly convention in his stomach going feral.

Louis let out a nervous laugh when they stopped to catch their breaths. Harry's curls were all over his face and Louis brought his hand up tuck the wild curls behind his ears.

"Harry are you sure?" he managed between ragged breaths.

"Yes," Harry replied, his voice strained.

"But-" Louis stopped, not knowing how to say it.

"Oh god," Harry groaned, "you're gonna make me say it aren't you? Yes Louis Tomlinson, I want this, if it wasn't clear enough. Just that-" he paused, "you're the first-"

"-bloke you're snogging?" Louis completed with an all knowing smile.

"I would have framed it better, but I guess that works too."

With that Harry closed the gap between them again, hands fiddling with the fabric of Louis' shirt which he managed to pull off in a few minutes.

"Shouldn't have put it on," Harry murmured in between their kisses.

Louis tangled his hands in Harry's hair and tugged at it in response.

"I love seeing you in my shirt," Louis said, rolling them over, settling on top of Harry, legs straddling Harry's hips, "but right now, I'd like for it to disappear."

Louis grabbed his wand from the bedside table and pointing it down at Harry, said "Evanesco!"

Harry watched in amusement as the boy above him, held a wand out and incanted a vanishing spell in the middle of a heated moment. Trust Louis to be dramatic. Louis' eyes glistened in the dim light and Harry obliged instantly. Louis leaned in on Harry and they got into their rhythm again, slowly discovering every inch of each other's skin, neither willing to let go.

--

When Harry woke next morning, he pleased to find himself on top of Louis' chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of Louis' belly underneath his hand. He slowly got up, careful not to wake Louis up and got off the bed, planting a kiss on Louis' forehead and made for the bathroom. He quickly freshened up, and returned to the room, to find Louis sitting up, with his back facing the window, sunlight slipping in through the curtains and illuminating his back. Louis smiled sleepily and beckoned Harry to come over. Harry started making his way over to him but suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Stay here, don't move, I'll be back."

He dashed out of Louis' room and into the guest room and returned a minute later with his phone.

"Can I take a picture?"

"What?" Louis laughed in disbelief. "You can't be serious, I'm in my boxers."

"That won't matter. You look beautiful."

A slow blush spread across Louis' face and Harry took that as a cue to move forward. He stood at the end of the bed on Louis' right side and with great concentration took a picture.

"Let me have a look" Louis asked.

"Nuh, uh. You'll see when it's time."

Louis pouted his lips in faux sadness which earned a kiss from Harry.

"Now freshen up, the twins will be up anytime soon."

Inside the shower, Louis couldn't stop thinking about last night. He could feel a stupid grin spread on his face everytime he thought about Harry.

God. He might be in love.

Louis emerged into the drawing room and an amazing smell of pancakes wafted into his nose.

"Hey how'd you know?" Louis asked, making his way over to the kitchen and climbing on top of the kitchen counter.

"Huh? --oh this? Lux told me. Pancakes. Household favourite."

"You're spoiling them."

"You're one to talk," Harry raised an eyebrow at Louis and had to force his thoughts from wanting to kiss Harry again to the delicious pancakes being cooked.

The twins absolutely adored Harry and wouldn't let him leave even after breakfast. Lot's of negotiations and promises later, they finally agreed to let Harry leave. Louis walked him to the door and as Harry was leaving, he reached out and held his hand.

"Um, you do realise that we've watched 21 out of 22 movies and it's just week 7?"

"So what? If you thought you'll get rid of me after a few calculated weeks, you're wrong mister. I think we established that already."

"Yeah, I was just checking if it stands," Louis replied sheepishly.

"After yesterday, you don't have to worry," Harry said, moving closer and pressing a chaste kiss on Louis' lips.

And he was off.

Louis would have stood in the doorway for a little longer if the sound of giggles behind him didn't break his train of thoughts.

Lux and Theo were peering around from the couch and had apparently witnessed the display of affection.

"Are you going to marry him uncle Lou?" Theo asked, his expressions a mix of glee and confusion.

"No Theo, put your mind to rest," Louis ruffled Theo's hair.

"Do you love him? Like mommy and daddy?"

Louis smiled at that, "I don't know Lux, maybe ask Harry, next time you see him."

Lux beamed at that and soon Louis was getting the twins ready to be picked up by their mum.

Louis' sister actually stayed for an hour and they talked about all sorts if stuff, catching up on things they'd missed in each other's lives. Louis thought for a moment of he should tell her about Harry but then decided against it. It was too soon.

No sooner had all of them left, when Louis got a notification of a new post from Harry's private instagram. He quickly opened it and what he saw took his breath away again. Harry seemed to be doing that quite often.

Harry Styles was going to be the death of him.

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Note : first of all I'm so sorry for the late update, my college schedule is all packed up ugh -_- Secondly I've never been to Warner Bros Studios myself, so excuse the narration!

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[bijoharvelle]

doing these prompts! today is “early morning walks while it’s still cool out” & its dedicated to @nesnej bc she’s having a time <3

Look, if you told Dean that he would have ended up in New Jersey, of all places, he would asked you what kinda drugs you were on and if you could get him a hit. But their little rural-suburb township was quiet with shady maple trees and too many deer. There was a farmer’s market every Saturday and the library had a summer program for kids and Cas volunteered a few hours a week, reading to the smaller ones. He loved it, the kids loved it (he’s very good at doing the voices, apparently), and the librarians who fawned over him definitely loved it.

That market and the library were all part of the town square that was really just a cluster of municipal government buildings and a gazebo high on the corner that banked up against one of the busy main streets. The courthouse was there, and the community theater, the senior center, the animal shelter (where Dean volunteered once with Sammy and had looked at the trembling chocolate Labrador knowing he didn’t stand a chance in Hell. Colt was far from a guard dog but she ate Dean’s vegetables for him).

A sleepy town like this, it doesn’t start filling up until a little after nine, when things are finally opening. So, when Dean and Cas go for their walks early in the morning, it’s silent and empty. Just the two of them padding through the first break of morning sunlight, Colt loping happily at their heels. It’s warm, the kind of warm that holds the promise of heat and humidity in the later hours but for now it’s just warm and bright and nice. Dean can wear his tee shirt and flannel and not feel like he’s suffocating. Cas is in a floppy chambray shirt that he’s been favoring lately and it’s unbuttoned too many buttons which Dean favors.

“Are you reading to the ankle-biters today?” Dean asks as they pass by the library. Colt’s tail goes straight up, an excited little wag at the end of it as a chorus of barks start up from the animal shelter.

“No,” Cas answers and he loops the leash around his hand another time -- Colt seems to think every dog (or person, or bird, or pile of trash, or puddle) is put on Earth for the sole purpose of being her Friend. Dean has tried to explain to her that not everyone wants to be her friend and in fact some dogs are bigger and would like very much to bite her, but she just cocks her head and then licks at his neck. “I was going to try and wrangle the roses into submission. And then I was mostly going to lay in the hammock and read my book.”

Dean smiles. He pulls up so Cas walks past him, hops so he’s on Cas’s other side, so he can hold Cas’s hand. Colt is whining and panting, putting a strain on the leash, so Cas deals with that a moment (she responds, for some reason, to the calming Enochian he mutters to her) and then he laces their fingers together.

It’s still cool enough out that their hands aren’t sweaty, it isn’t unbearable to be standing so close, to press his side into Cas’s, to tuck his face into Cas’s neck and nose along the messy hair behind his ear. Cas stops and Colt sits, happy to bark in response to all her Shelter Friends, and Dean winds around to kiss Cas properly.

A lilting breeze makes the trees drift and Dean smells pollen and heat on the air.

He’ll help Cas with the roses, maybe try his hand at one of those little baby rocking chairs for Sam and Eileen’s kid-on-the-way. He’s thinking about sandwiches for lunch and shrimp for dinner and that iced tea that Cas makes special. Mostly, though, he’s thinking about laying in the hammock with his skin sticking to Cas’s, half in the shade, half in the sun, reading his own book or just dozing on Cas’s chest while he reads with the pages propped on Dean’s shoulder. Mostly, he’s thinking about this, now, seven in the morning with Cas against him and their dog about to lose her mind. They’re only a mile and a half from their house, their home, the possibilities for the day are as endless and warm as the dawning sun.

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[themetaphorgirl]

In the CM fandom all of us want Reid to be safe, but all our fics are like "HURT HIM >:D" and I love it. Could I suggest "you should lay down"?

I AM HERE FOR THE HURT (and also for the cuddles. And also for the team being affectionate goofballs). 

Also, I got two requests for “you should lay down” so I’m gonna fill it the second time, but with little Spencer in the boarding school AU! I’m very excited.

(you can prompt me with anything from this list, or anything you want!)

my writing tag | ff.net | AO3

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He was so tired of everyone asking if he was okay. He was fine. He was absolutely fine.

“I don’t think you’re fine,” JJ said. 

He hadn’t realized he’d said that last part out loud. “No, no...I’m okay,” he said. “Really.” 

She turned away from the bulletin board covered in their notes and photos and frowned at him. “That was a really bad fall, Spence,” she said. “I’m pretty sure I heard a crack.”

He shifted his weight. “Any word back from Morgan and Prentiss?” he asked, desperate to change the subject. 

“Nothing yet, but we can leave for the airport as soon as they get back,” Hotch said absently. He frowned at his phone. “God, Garcia needs to teach Morgan how to text. None of this is legible.”

JJ peered over his shoulder. “Um...I don’t think that’s the emoji that he meant to use,” she said.

Hotch held the phone at arm’s length. “Why? What does the eggplant mean?” he asked. JJ paused, then whispered in his ear. “Oh, Jesus.”

“What does the eggplant mean?” Spencer asked. “You know, in some ways emojis can be seen like modern hieroglyphics, but some of them seem to have connotations with modern pop culture that I just don’t understand.”

JJ hesitated, but luckily Rossi walked into the conference room with a carrier tray of coffees. “I figured we could use these,” he said. “Don’t worry, Hotch, yours is decaf. Reid, yours has an extra shot.”

“Thanks,” he said, but as he reached out with his right hand a sudden sharp pain shot straight up to his elbow. He winced, lowered his arm to brace against his stomach, and took the coffee in his left hand instead.

Rossi raised an eyebrow. “What was that about, kiddo?” he asked.

“What was what?” he stammered.

“No, no, I saw that,” JJ said. “What’s going on, Spence?”

“Nothing,” he said, and he took a sip of his coffee, averting his gaze.

“Hey, Reid,” Rossi said. “Can you do this?”

He formed his hand into a fist and rotated it slowly. Spencer set his coffee down on the conference table and copied the motion. “See? Fine.”

“Not your left hand,” Rossi said, nodding towards him. “Other one.”

Spencer gulped hard. Gingerly he curled his fingers into his palm and slowly turned his wrist.

This time the pain shot straight through his arm and straight up to his shoulder. He doubled over and groaned through his teeth. 

“Oh, shit!” JJ exclaimed.

Rossi got to him first, catching him by his good arm. “Well, that wasn’t good,” he said. “What’re you hiding from us this time, kiddo?”

He couldn’t formulate words, his vision had gone dark and fuzzy around the edges. There was a very good chance he might fall over.

“You should lie down,” JJ said, sliding her arm around his waist. He could only nod as Rossi and JJ dragged him over to the small couch against the wall, cradling his bad arm protectively against his chest. Lying down didn’t do much to alleviate the dizziness whipping around his head or the nausea threatening in his stomach, but at least if he passed out, he was already lying down.

Rossi took him gently by the elbow, supporting his hand, and JJ unbuttoned his shirt cuff. He let out a low whistle. “Well, that explains it,” he said.

Spencer half raised his head. “Explains what?” he mumbled.

His wrist was swollen to twice its normal size and brilliant red, already beginning to shift to purple. Rossi probed it gently and Spencer yelped. “Yep, it’s broken,” Rossi said.

“It can’t be broken,” he said, bewildered.

“Oh, yeah, it definitely is,” JJ said. “I told you I heard a crack.”

He closed his eyes. This was not at all what he was hoping for.

Hotch walked back into the conference room. “I’ve called ahead to the closest emergency room, and I called the airport so they know to hold the jet,” he said. “Let’s get you to a hospital, Reid.” He opened his mouth to argue. “Don’t argue. It’s broken. You need to get that taken care of.”

And so, despite his best efforts, it was hours later before they got to the jet, and he found himself with a brand new purple cast on his right arm and the highest dose of ibuprofen the hospital could give him coursing through his body. His long-sleeve button down shirt was out of the question now that he had his cast and a sling, and he had been forced to wear one of Morgan’s V-neck tee shirts. 

“All right, everybody out of the way, Reid gets the bench seat,” Morgan announced, even though no one was in the way.

He sank down a little unsteadily, unable to catch himself with his right hand. “Morgan, it’s just a broken wrist,” he protested.

“You broke it in two places,” Rossi said. “Lie down, kid.”

He scrunched up his face. “I can sit up, I have a book-”

“Lie down. Take a nap. You need one,” Hotch said, moving past him down the aisle to take his seat.

Spencer sighed, but he eased himself down. JJ leaned over to support his shoulder, keeping him from putting pressure on his sore arm. She tucked a pillow under his head as he shifted around, trying to get comfortable. 

“You really should get some rest,” Emily commented from the seat across from him. “You look beat. And I’m pretty sure you’re the one who told me that the human body does the most healing during REM cycles.”

“The one time you pay attention to my facts,” he mumbled. Emily laughed.

“Stop fussing and take a nap,” JJ said.

“Listen to JJ,” Hotch called from the far end of the jet.

“I’m not tired,” Spencer said. “Can somebody get me my book?”

“JJ, do the thing, make him go to sleep,” Morgan said. 

Spencer frowned. “What thing?”

JJ laughed, but she didn’t answer. Instead she sat down next to him and started running her fingers through his long tangled hair, scratching her fingernails lightly against his scalp.

“JJ?” he asked.

“What?”

“Did...did you get my coffee from the office?”

“Oh, no, sweetheart. That was six hours ago.”

His cast made his arm feel so heavy. “I wanted that coffee,” he complained.

“I know. We’ll get you more coffee later,” she said. “Close your eyes.”

She kept stroking his hair, gentle and rhythmic. “That’s not gonna make me fall asleep,” he yawned.

“Yes, it will, it works every time,” Emily said.

“Nah-uh,” he mumbled, but she was right, and he was asleep before the jet made it down the runaway and into the air.

[always-against-the-grain]

party favor

Summary: Teasing Negan has its consequences. Continuation of summmertime high

Pairing: AU Negan x reader (female, named Eddie)

Tags: AU Negan, Negan smut, Negan x reader, rough-ish smut

About an hour had passed since you spoke to Negan by the appetizer table, and you couldn’t stop replaying his words in your head: “Or maybe it’s my cum dripping down your legs” 

There were brief moments where you’d forget about him and this morning, but as soon as you’d catch eyes across the yard, it all came rushing back to you. How deep he had fucked you and how spilled inside you. Arousal bubbled inside you, snowballing with every cocky smile he gave you and lick of lips. 

Negan had been hanging out with your father and other neighborhood dads all night, talking football and home projects. Though he made sure to lock eyes with you every now and then, causing you to miss far too many shots in your beer pong game. 

Goddammit. You were frustrated how he had you twirled around his fingers from anywhere across the room. God, his fingers. 

Towards the end of your game, you noticed Negan was isolated in the corner of the yard - a beer in his hand, smoking a cigarette. He usually wore a leather jacket, but due to the festivities, he went with a navy blue flannel, unbuttoned all the way - exposing one of his endless crisp white tees. 

After losing the game and the twenty dollars you placed on it, you decided to confront him. You walked over with a masquerade of merely being a good hostess and saying hello. 

“Hey Eddie, you building a house with all those bricks you were shooting?” He joked.

“Stop it,” you gritted out with a fake smile smeared across your face, acting like you were making small talk. 

“Stop what hon?” Negan said playing dumb.

“You fucking know what,” you said softly, keeping your hostess act together. 

“Am I making you soak through those tight jeans?” He knew exactly what he’d been doing all night. 

Your heart rate skyrocketed. You were too easy for him, too fun to play with. You had had a mixture of sexual urges and irritability flowing through your blood, and you were desperate to make him feel the same way. 

You did the only thing that could even the playing field. A quick peripheral sweep of your surroundings and you palmed Negan through the front of his pants, using your body to block the view of your hands of any wandering eyes. 

“Jesus Christ Eddie” Negan was caught off guard, his body tensing. 

He gently swatted your hand and stepped away, “Unless you want me to drag your ass upstairs I suggest you keep your hands to yourself.”

“You won’t,” you said boldly before taking a sip of your red solo cup, maintaining eye contact over the rim. 

You causally pivoted away and walked inside, heading straight to the hallway bathroom. You were surprised at what you just did. You were a semi-reckless college kid, but not grab-my-hot-older-neighbors-dick reckless. 

You splashed cold water on your face, trying to relax and calm yourself down. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a moment, chugged the remaining of your drink, and tossed it before stepping out. 

“Were you rubbing one out in here?” Negan was leaned against the wall closest to the door. 

He walked in, corralling you back into the bathroom and shut the door.

“Negan-“you started as you stepped backwards and saw him click the lock. 

“Relax, everyone’s outside. Fireworks are about to start”

His hands went straight to your hips to pull you close to him, as his mouth began attacking yours. You lustfully kissed him back. 

His hands roamed your sides and back under your red halter top. His ministrations included groping your ass before swiveling you to face the mirror. You extended your arms and braced yourself on the porcelain counter. His long arms and body caged you against the hard material, his center simultaneously rolling into you, trying to get more friction. 

“You feel what your clever little hands do to me?” He breathed out while nibbling on your ear. 

“Negan, my - ah fuck” you moaned out. 

“- my folks. The party..” you backtracked, your common sense telling you this wasn’t a good idea. 

He sucked lightly on your upper trap before planting kisses along your neck, instinctively you bent your neck over to the side to expose more of yourself to him. He stopped at the edge of your jaw and looked into your eyes through the mirror. His hazel colored orbs piercing your soul, flooding your gut and center with butterflies. 

“Best keep it down then” His entire persona oozed dominance. 

He found the front button of your jeans and undid them, pulling them down to half your thighs along with your thin undergarment. 

He ran two fingers along your slit, playing with your juices vertically. His index finger magically strummed your clit, you wanted to spread your legs, but the fabric rolled at your thighs didn’t allow such movement.

“You really were gonna soak your pants there huh hon?”

“I mean, would you look at that” he removed his fingers and brought them to your field of vision. 

You saw his shiny, glimmering fingers covered with your clear viscous fluids. He brought his fingers closer to your face. 

He coated your lower lip with your juices, your tongue slipping out to draw them in. He gently shoved them into your mouth, scissoring your tongue while you suckled on them.

“Fuck, you’re a dirty girl. You like tasting yourself, doll?” 

“Mmhmm” you affirmed with his digits in your mouth. 

He slipped them out and cupped his hand under your chin.

“Spit” he ordered 

You extracted as much saliva as you could and dripped it into his hand. 

“Remember you gotta stay quiet” he reminded you as you heard his belt click followed by his zipper, and the faint gushing sounds of him lubricating his cock with your spit. 

He held your hips in place with one hand while the other guided his member up and down your folds. He teasingly probed you with just the head several times before entering you completely with one smooth motion. 

“Aghh” You moaned out. White knuckling the edge of the counter. 

“What did I just say” Negan condemned you and immediately froze his motions. 

He slowly exited halfway and pumped himself back in, to the hilt. Your thighs bound together by your waist of your jeans made you tighter for him. He slowly and deeply fucked you, feeling his tip tickle your cervix. 

You continued to make audible moans. You couldn’t help it, his length, his girth, his angle. Him. 

“You gotta keep it down hon,” Negan warned you 

“Or am I gonna have to nuzzle you like the little whore you are?” His deep voice vibrating through your body. 

Holy fuck. His words bringing you closer to your release. You were never spoken to like this, and you didn’t expect yourself to be into it. 

He brought his hand to cover your mouth, his other arm wrapped tightly around your pelvis, and he shoved himself rougher into you. 

Your sounds were effectively muffled by Negan’s large callused hands. He kept his hard and deep motions, he increased and decreased his speed, building your orgasm for release. 

You tried to tell him you were close, but his palm blurred your words. 

“Are you gonna come?”

You looked at him through your reflections and nodded. 

He sped up, directing your release. 

“That its doll. You’re gonna come around my cock, with everyone outside, your parents, your friends - they don’t know what a dirty girl you are.”

The coil in your stomach tightened, and you withered beneath him. He shimmed the hand that was wrapped around your hip and rubbed your clit instead. 

You moaned louder into his hand, and you become undone, collapsing onto your elbows. Negan’s arms reflexively held you up. 

Negan continued to fuck your limp body, chasing his release. He stifled his grunt into the crook of your next. His stubble lightly pricking your skin. 

“Fuck” he whispered

He stayed inside you, emptying all of his milky seed until he softened. He pulled out and tucked his member back in and zipped himself up. 

Negan only brought your underwear up to its original position. Leaving your pants pulled down. 

Remaining on your elbows, he leaned over to whisper in your ear, his hand rubbing your center through the fabric, “Now, your gonna walk out of here with my spunk swimming in your panties.”

He turned around and wiped his forehead with the bathroom towel while you pulled your jeans up. 

Before exiting, he cupped both sides of your jaw with his hands, looking into your eyes, “Next time you wanna pull some shit like that just know I’ll call your bluff. I’ve been fucking longer and harder than you sweetheart”

He leaned down to meet you for one final sloppy rough kiss. He left first closing the door behind him. 

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You waited a few minutes before you exited the restroom. Luckily everyone was outside distracted by the fireworks. No one noticed your disappearance as you made it back by the end of the show. 

Towards the end of the night, or the next day considering it was well past midnight, people dwindled out. You and your mother were in the kitchen wrapping leftovers while your father and Negan were in-and-out bringing in the ice chests to organize the next morning. 

Negan walked toward the kitchen, and gave the island a soft slap, “Well, Frankie, I think Klaus and I are about done, is there anything else I can help with?”

“No, Negan, I think we’re all set. Thank you so much for your help, like always,” your mom answered.

“Like always, thank you for the hospitality” he smiled at your mom, and the instant she turned away he shot you a wink, causing you to drop the empty Tupperware in your hand. 

Fuck. you thought to yourself frustrated and flustered once more 

“You outta here Negan?” You’re dad asking walking in, closing the sliding door. 

“Looks like, the missus says everything is square”

“Alright then,” your dad and Negan shook hands. 

“Eddie, are you gonna say goodbye?” Your mom asked, a little embarrassed you forgot your manners. 

“Oh. Shit. Yeah. Goodbye Negan, have a nice night, or morning? Yeah...” your voice awkwardly fading out. 

“Thanks Ed. You too. And good luck with the whole senior year thing.” he smiled before making way toward the door, your dad walking him out. 

Bastard 

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Strawberries and Next Time

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Kim Taehyung/Reader [F]

Genre: Fluff - Tae is just the softest soft college boy in the world and just wants a happy date with his crush okay

Words: 3.4k

How many times has he done this? Taehyung has at least changed his outfit seven times as he keeps fluffing his hair.  A sweater with comfy sweats? Too casual, have to dress to impress.  A nice collared shirt with a pair of nice jeans with a rip in the knee for a touch of swag a college student?  No, hell no.  Way too ‘please like me’ for his taste. Okay, okay, how about a tee with a pair of checkered pants and a chain hanging from his belt loops?  He ripped those pants off before he could get it over his hips, was he in his metal head stage of middle school again?! 

He stood in his bedroom, only in his boxers as he paced back and forth at 2AM trying to decide what he should wear on his date tomorrow.  He had to look good, he had to! His date with you was tomorrow and he HAD to make sure he looked good for you. 

He stopped in his tracks as he grabbed his phone from its charger and checked his phone’s calendar.  It was tomorrow, right?  His date was tomorrow?  Looking at the screen, it was there highlighted in a bright blue highlight. Just in case, he shot you a test text. 

Taehyung: What time did we decide on to meet again?

It was 2 in the fucking morning.  You were probably sleeping and Taehyung just texted you.  What if he woke you up?!  He dropped his phone on his bed as he stood back up and started pacing, boxers and all as he racked his finger through his hair again and again. 

He didn’t become so delusional in his crush on you that he made up this fake date, did he?  No, no his brain wasn’t so hyped up to that extent.  No, he distinctly remembers asking you out after you helped him dye his blonde hair a bright blue.  Caught up in the compliments you were shooting him because of the welcome hair color, he just blurted it out and with an adorable giggle and a smile, you said yes.  He was damn near shitting bricks. 

It was 6 minutes later- Taehyung counting each individual minute- before his phone screen lit up with a text message.  Nearly tripping over his own feet he managed to kneel at his bedside, his elbows on his mattress as he unlocked his phone to read your response. 

LOML Y/n: We decided to meet around lunchtime ^^  

He smiled like a lunatic at your small emote because he could see you in his mind sleepily smile at his message. 

LOML Y/n: Did you forget you came up with the meet time weirdo

Taehyung: I FORGOT I’M SORRY ASDFALKSJD

Taehyung dropped his phone as it’s light shone dimly on the ceiling.  “I can’t tell her I’m nervous!” he whined to himself as he slid down onto the floor.  His boxers riding up his thighs as they mocked the form of a really wrinkly speedo.  He lay out on the carpeted floor like a starfish as he quickly sat up and slammed the top of his head on his bedside table.  

He groaned as he rolled onto his side to hold his forehead.  As he whined and rolled, holding his injured head, his bedroom door opened. 

“Taehyung,” the boy shot up, sitting on the floor and starring at his roommate, a third-year college music major Yoongi.  Taehyung decided between him and another music major from Ilsan but chose Yoongi because Daegu boys need to stick together, quoted Taehyung when he moved in freshman year.  “Date or no date with Y/n tomorrow, go the fuck to sleep before I knock you out.”  

“I- okay.”  He nodded as Yoongi exited his room and Taehyung sighed as he crawled into bed with shame and texted you once more a goodnight before he closed his eyes.  Not long later he shot back up, “I still don’t know what to wear!” 

“TAEHYUNG!” 

It was 9 AM now and Taehyung just got out of the shower and stood in his baby blue robe as he wandered back into his room.  He swung open his closet door and skimmed all his shirts and styles.  He looked out his dorm window that was 5 floors up. It was sunny, a bit cloudy with white, cotton balls in the blue sky. 

“Okay, blue theme today,” he decided. Grabbing a shirt that covered his arms and buttoned up, the pattern complimented him.  A faded patch pattern of blue and white, like the sky itself as he nodded once as he straightened it out.  Slipping on a pair of jeans, patches of dark blue for decoration on the thighs and knees with a pair of slides.  Actually, he took a reign check on the slides and traded them in with a pair of black shoes. 

Tucking, untucking and half tucking his shirt, he couldn’t decide what looked better.  Settling with a half tuck, he tucked the front of his shirt with the back open.  Unbuttoning one or two top buttons he trotted back into the bathroom, mirror much less foggy now.  

Now, his biggest ordeal.  His hair and accessories.  Placing an earring in each of his three piercings, a dangle, a ring and a stud in one ear and a ring and stud in the other, he looked at the right and left sides of his face.  He contemplated makeup, but you once told him you liked him without makeup just as much as with.  He shook his head, bypassing makeup to go ‘all natural’, as you liked to put it. 

He raked his hand up the back of his head, fluffing his hair as he shook it around.  Snagging on some hair strands, he ruffled his bangs as he shook his head for an attempt at a messy, yet attractive hairstyle.  Huffing, he gave up on his hair as he just shook it out once more.  Placing a pair of sunglasses on the back of his head, hooked over his ears and resting on his neck just in case it got just a touch too sunny out.  

Moving back to his room, he grabbed his black satchel with his phone, his charger, headphones, and wallet he slung it over his head as it rested on his hip.  Folding his cuffs that encircled his wrists, he kept them folded and unbuttoned as he stood in front of the mirror that hung on the back of his door.  Stuffing his hand in his jean pocket, he ran one hand through his bangs as they parted and stuck up here and there.  

His face turned red as he held his cheeks and let out indistinguishable grumbles as Yoongi heard him, just now waking up.  Rubbing the sleep out his eyes he was ready to kick Taehyung out of the dorm for the day so he could try and get at least a few hours of peace and quiet.  Instead, he was stuck with a hormonal college boy who has a date and couldn’t handle it any worse than he was now.

Taehyung sat at a table in some random cafe he forgot the name of as he bounced his leg.  His cradled his chin in his palm as he sat with two plastic to-go cups of in front of him.  One was half drunk tea- his obviously- and yours an iced coffee he ordered for you when you got here.  Thank god it was iced coffee- a preference of yours- because he got here way early to try and settle his nerves.  

Every time that damn bell on the door jingled, his heart rate increased and his blood pressure skyrocketed.  He took breath after breath coupled with several sips of tea before the bell jingled for the only reason it needed to when you stepped inside.  

Taehyung nearly fell off his damn bar stool at the window of the cafe to the far left when he saw you.  Dressed with your hair down and loose, slightly tosselled due to how quickly you walk.  A black and white striped shirt with a jean jack covering it and a black skirt hitting your thighs with a pair of hightop blue shoes. 

You spotted him as you smiled and trotted your way over as he held his breath.  You slid into the stool next to him as he cleared his throat.  

“Hey,” he lamely said. 

“Hey,” you mocked back as he slid your coffee told you. He chuckled as he rolled his eyes as you took your plastic cup.  “Much appreciated,” you thanked as you took a small sip and Taehyung just slightly swooned at how you looked your eyes wide as you looked around outside to the people walking around, your lips on the straw taking small, repetitive sips. You then moved and faced him again, your knees hitting his thighs as you swung your legs from how high the stool was.  He was still swooning, less slightly now. “So, what’s the plan today?” 

“Well,” he started, staring at the ceiling, “your cousin told me that you enjoy spontaneous window shopping.”  You smiled as you nodded.  

“You find the best deals and treasures when you least expect it.  Looking for something and having a goal takes the fun out of the adventure that shopping should be.” 

Taehyung nodded.  “Sound logic. Something we have in common,” he pushed his cheek into his curled fit as he took a drink of his tea.  “I figured we just window shop, a relaxing day.  Maybe, stop at a park later?”  Spring had started no long ago and it was a prime time to admire all the trees with flowers with flower petals blown off with the slightest of breezes.  He totally wasn’t fantasizing you standing under the flower petals like a Disney princess or anything. 

“Yeah! Let’s do that! I know of a really pretty park of the park near the senior center that has the prettiest trees around this time.”  He nodded as he looked away from you, your smile and excitement almost made him blush.  

You both sat chit-chatting with your beverages for a bit longer before you both finished and took to the streets were the shopping and flirting were sure to start.  Unless the flirted started back at the cafe?  He wasn’t sure, he was way too nervous. 

However, the nerves started to go away the longer he was with you and the more you two walked in and out of random shops.  You often gave him positive feedback, or a laugh- if he was lucky, even a cute ass snort- when he placed the most bizarre shirt on his torso in every store he was in.  In turn, you would find the same shirt in your size, or if not there, a very close match and in every matching outfit, you demanded a couple selfie. 

His heart hard on really couldn’t be erect.  You were just too damn cute and he didn’t even know if you knew what you did to him! 

The two of you were in a store with accessories of all times.  Hats, scarves, veils, bracelets, necklaces you name it, the store had it.  Taehyung mumbled something about wanting new earrings.  He felt you stare at him as you looked at the earrings in the small cardboard to show them off hanging off hooks on the spinning display.  

“Can I help you look?” You asked as he smiled and shyly nodded.  

“I’d have no one else opinion on what I stick in my ears.”  You giggled as you stood shoulder to shoulder to him as you both looked.  You’d pick up a pair, discuss with him as he picked another and showed it to you.  You held some up to his ear and casually mentioned how his earrings and piercing were pretty.  “Oh, uh- thank you.  My dad wasn’t too happy when I pierced them, but my mom was really happy with it.”  

Taehyung scratched the back of his neck as you slightly swiped at the earring that dangled off his earlobe and brushed his shoulder.  

“I really like them.  I’ve been wanting to pierce mine, but I’m the worlds biggest baby and I can’t get myself to do it,” you whined as you huffed.  Taehyung chuckled at you.  

“I can go with you if you ever really want to?”  You looked at him and smiled.  

“Yeah!  Actually,” you twiddled your thumbs, “could we today?  I mean, I was thinking, if we had the time-”

“Y/n,” he laughed, interrupting you.  

“Yes?” 

“I have a buddy who works at a tattoo parlor.  They pierce ears, noses, eyebrows, anything you can pierce.  He even has a back dimple piercing!”  You gasp. “I know, I gasped when he showed me.  It’s just these silver stubs in his back, it sounds weird, but it’s oddly fitting for him?” He shook his head, getting off track.  “Anyways, let’s go there and we can get your ears pierced, yeah?” 

You nodded as he stood straight up again and you grabbed his sleeve.  “Can we get ice cream first?  It’ll calm me down,” cue Taehyung swooning once more over you. 

An ice cream waffle cone with sour, gummies topped with two scoops later, Taehyung lead you into a pretty popular tattoo parlor.  A lot of people you knew in your department got their tats here since they were decently priced and they always said the artist was super nice. 

The bell on the door jingled as you walked in, seeing the place with framed sketches and a cardboard bulletin board with children scribbled pictures all over it.  Walking up to the counter, you and Taehyung stood as he leaned over it and slapped the handbell on the counter over and over again.  You covered your mouth to keep from laughing as someone came from the back. 

“What the hell are you- oh, Tae.” Taehyung smiled smugly at his buddy who waltzed up to the corner.  This buddy of his had a warm, yet not quite hot, pink color as you could see a few tattoos peeking out of the collar of his tee shirt.  His ears pierced as he stood in front of his computer. “What's up? Finally getting a tattoo yet?” 

“Yeah, I’ll pass Jimin.  I’m not here for me,” Taehyung quipped, quickly dismissing the tattoo Jimin had been hinting for him to get for the past several months. Taehyung nudged your arm, “got any openings to do a quick piercing?” Jimin looked at you as Taehyung saw you shuffle your feet.  He bit his lip as he smiled at you.  Jimin swatted his arm and whispered into his ear.  

“Is this that girl you’ve been pining for all year?”  Taehyung’s face flushed in panic as he looked at you to see if you heard him.  Luckily, you didn’t. Taehyung swatted over the counter as Jimin cowered away from him, bending at the belly as he laughed and covered his mouth.  He shook his head as ht got your attention.  “Welcome,” he started when you looked at him, “I’m Jimin.  I guess I’ll be piercing you today? Where’s the place of choice?” 

“Oh, um, my ears.” Jimin nodded as he walked around the counter.  He lead you and Taehyung not too far around the walk-in corner and sat down in a small chair beside a desk- his desk.  He gestured for you to take a seat on the stool across from him as he showed you a small collection of earrings.  “Which one do you want?  Think carefully. Once you do it initially, the earring stays in your ear for at least six weeks while you clean it before you can change them.”  

You nodded as you scanned your options.  You then turned to Taehyung, wanting his opinion.  He didn’t know as he cupped his chin, but soon he settled on a small fake diamond stub.  Very subtle for your first earring.  Start ‘em out small.  

As Jimin fiddled with the needle and prepared the earring, Taehyung nearly jumped out of his seat when you suddenly grabbed his hand.  Curling your fingers around his large palm, you smiled embarrassingly up at him.  

“It makes me feel better,” you mumbled as he smiled so widely his cheeks hurt and he fixed your hands so you were no longer hold around his hand, but interlacing your fingers with his.  He stood closer to you so you weren’t reaching so far. 

Before you knew it, you were walking out of the parlor with two shimmering stubs, red earlobes and a small kit for cleaning with instructions from Jimin to clean them every day for six weeks and then come back to him for a new pair of earrings he promised to mark down for a sweet girl like you.  In which Taehyung promptly stomped on his foot before they left.  

You rambled on and on about your earrings as you felt proud of yourself for doing it and thanked Taehyung a bazillion times for being there with you.  He was hyper-aware of the fact that your hands were still tightly held together and he made no move at all to take the warmth you gave him away.  If you didn’t let go of him, he sure as hell wouldn’t either.  

“How about a burger stop and then I’ll whisk the princess back to her castle, yeah?” Taehyung teased when the two of you were sat quietly in the library- because library dates were cute too.  He got more confident throughout the day- don’t ask how, even he didn’t know- when it came to flirting.  

“Right, my castle,” you rolled your eyes as he ran his thumb over your knuckles, hands being in each one another again for the third time this afternoon. “I don’t think my dorm room has a glass pane window for me to gaze out.”  

Taehyung nodded with a pout in his lip.  “No, but you do have a really nice carpet, and that’s more than I can say for me. Yoongi spilled coffee on our ugly, off white carpet in the living room and it’s just awful.  We hide it under a tacky ‘This homeowner loves cats!’ welcome mat, but we can’t hide our shame forever.” 

Taehyung pulled you out of the library and to the nearest fast food chain before you two were sat in a booth, chowing down on your dinner at 7 PM before Taehyung was walking you back to your dorm.  

“You don’t have to walk me home,” you chided with a smile as Taehyung wasn’t hearing it.  Pretending to play deaf anytime you tried to deny him.  Of course, he had to. He read it in the First Dates for Dummies book he borrowed from Jungkook, a friend from high school who was the most awkward social mess around girls in general.  Always walk your date home.  

When the time of parting came, Taehyung found himself frowning.  He didn’t want the day to end and now he had to say goodbye?  He wanted to come inside and stay with you a little longer, but he knew he had an early morning lecture and he couldn’t afford to skip this one.  

As you fished for your keys in your purse, Taehyung took your hand again.  

“I’m glad we went out today,” he started with a shy smile.  “I had a lot of fun,” he finished.  You squeezed his hand as he felt his heart melt.  You slotted your key into the knob and unlocked it as you pulled your key back out and opened your door just a crack.  Taehyung let go of your hand as you quickly reached to grab his collar, stood on your toes and kissed his cheek. 

You backed up into your dorm as he stood there frozen, the slightest red hue to your cheeks.  

“I’ll text you later, okay?” You spoke shyly as he nodded and you slowly shut the door as Taehyung walked in a complete daze.  When he left your dormitory, his mind caught up with him as he cupped his cheek and sprinted him.  

He slammed open his dorm door, kicking off his shoes as he stumbled inside.  “Yoongi, wanna hear about my date?!” 

“NO!” 

Taehyung’s voice was full of pep and he was utterly giddy as he heard his phone chime with a text from ‘the love of his life’.

LOML Y/n: Let’s go strawberry picking for our next date?  Is that alright?

Taehyung: It’s more than alright.  And next time, I’ll kiss your cheek!

Oooh, next time couldn’t come fast enough. 

-END-

[inexchangeforyoursoul]

I know noone is interested, but I’m 6 chapters into this shit and will continue uploading until I’m out of steam

(yeah more of this still-not LawxOC thing) (on a sidenote I saw a post the other day about how lame he is and I hope we all agree that the canon awkward nerd Law is the one where it’s at) (also AO3 and ffn links for those who value their eyesight)

“... it's... angular...”

The baffled comment wakes her from the awe stupor, and she slowly leans back to stand normally again. He's holding the desk piece, which she didn't notice him taking until now, and is pasting the mess at the entrance. Indeed, that's literally the corner of the desk. Anyway, what?

“What do you mean, 'angular'?”

He directs his attention back to the desk piece and takes a closer look at the cut. It's as clean as it can get, alright- but upon closer inspection, it's not one, straight guillotine chop- towards the far end, it splits into smaller shapes, which are not even cubic, but hexagonal.

“When I use the Ope Ope Fruit, it's... well, spherical in nature. Meanwhile, what you did...” he raises the piece of material with the cut well visible to her, “is this.”

She takes it from him, giving the funky cut a good ogle. “I see... each to their own, I guess? People think differently and such, after all.” He nods. That's probably all there is to it.

She puts the bowl on the chest of drawers that Law raided earlier, and turns the other object in her hand around. Then looks back at the bowl. “I guess I needed an extension to my arm, and that's just what happened... Except I was everything but precise.”

He crosses his arms, thinking- her straightforward conclusions make perfect sense. It makes them no less interesting, though. He might want to record her progress and maybe even get into some deeper research if they have time to spare.

As he's thinking about that, she goes back to the damaged piece of furniture and places the missing block to where it belongs. It will probably need some glue to make sure it stays put, but otherwise? Looking as good as new.

“Well, I'm off to get this mess under control. Meanwhile you could... get into some clothes you are comfortable in?” Now that she noticed, she's really wondering about that. “Which you haven't done yet for some reason?”

Law needs a second to process the question before the penny drops- he's been going through a whole wardrobe, but never even thought about changing. He just about forgot about the dress-induced cramp from earlier. Fiddlesticks.

“Right...” Good thing he's not the type to show embarrassment. Thankfully, she seems satisfied enough with the meager answer and makes her way downstairs with the not entirely wrecked bowl in her hands; meanwhile, he steps back to the bed to pick out a shirt with those rhinestone jeans he's definitely gonna wear just for the hell of it.

After a quick survey of what Kat's left in his stack (and resisting a tee with golden pressed pattern for the time being), he settles on a simple black shirt with some small embroidery on its left. It has the town's name, and by association, its likely crest. Must have been some free merchandise. Now, for the problem at hand...

He'll have to take the dress off, which should pose no problem, in theory. He's also a doctor, been there, done that. The impasse is at not being sure where to begin... there's no buttons or zips he's noticed. The neck seems little too small, but he should probably just pull it over his head nonetheless. The test run never starts, however, because as soon as he grabs the end of the fabric, Kat is coming up, into and out of the bathroom, then reenters her study-slash-bedroom.

“Never mind me,” She says kneeling down with a broom and dustpan to the semi-garbage pile in the doorway, immediately putting a clipped pencil and some undamaged sticky notes aside. Noticing the dead silence, she checks on Law to see him ogling her. Then clearing his throat.

Oh, that's what's going on.

“Sorry... it's hard to remember that you are supposed to care about privacy... I've either been alone or sharing one bathroom-slash-toilet with five other people. Won't look, alright?” With that, she steps over the pile and turns around to clean up the mess that way instead.

He blinks, hands still holding onto the skirt. “Dude...” Whether he's willing to strip with her around, -in his own body, nonetheless, which is the one thing that makes this really weird,- is one thing, but also, that was more detail than he'd ever need.

Which she catches onto almost immediately. Goddammit. “Oh... sorry again, you may have already noticed I don't have a lot of filters. Anyway, thinking about it... if anything, it's our own current bodies that we shouldn't be looking at, no?” She asks, musing. He kinda agrees. “By the way, unbutton the back first, or you'll never peel that dress off.”

Noted. He releases the fabric to fiddle around his neck. Which is really dumb, how is he even supposed to reach there easily, her arms apparently being flexible enough to do so notwithstanding...? Actually, why do clothes for women even have buttons and zippers in places like that all the time? It's so unpractical... eh, there's probably some sexy factor. Either way, this.. is not getting him... anywhere...

“... um...”

“Need help?” She asks just about the time he's given up on the two buttons he managed to find at least, sweeping the leftovers she deemed disposable onto the pan.

“... I do...” And it's such a simple task, too... Those times when he could just snap a finger and get rid off everything he had no patience getting out of after a long day? Yeah, he remembers those. Good ones.

“Alright, let me see,” she mumbles walking up to him. As he doesn't react past standing still, she takes matters- that is, her hair- in her own hands.

Every single strand of his sticks up from the sensation. He's always been picky about letting his hair being touched, but the same with long hair is worse... the less ticklish and more nerve-stroking, odd feeling on the nape that sends shivers down his spine is not something he'll want to experience again any time soon. The locks fall over his shoulders, then he feels a warm finger on his back for the shortest moment and the collar loosen shortly after. Thank god it's over.

“I see you are uncomfortable... sorry about that.” she says with a sheepish half-smile, feeling somewhat embarrassed because of that herself.

He shivers once more. “Never mind, had worse. Anyway, I'd rather do this without you being around, okay?” He says, tucking the hair back.

“Well then...” She is about to go and bring out the trash, but before even taking one step, she takes his hat off on a whim. “This will be in the way, though.”

“Ah...” His hand instinctively reaches towards it and he sounds almost... disappointed- and is beating himself up for both immediately after.

Aw.

She offers it back to him. “I won't take it anywhere if you don't like.” He takes it away with a hum, but doesn't look like putting it anywhere anytime soon. Peeking at the nodachi she propped up against the wall upon arrival, she comes to the realization that letting him keep it is actually counterproductive: the item on her body's head could eventually get them both into trouble. It's way too easy to have an outsider get the wrong and dangerous idea. He's a wanted man for various reasons, and she could be seen as a weak point. Law could get targeted while he's stuck inside her, but at least help would be ready at an arm's length; Kat herself could, however, also get into deep shit if the trouble hits after they get their bodies back and the alliance is long gone. They would probably come back or send help because of people like Nami and Chopper, who were also likely the only reason they stuck around to help her and the townspeople taken hostage last week, but still, this is bad in either scenario. She sighs. “I think you do agree that it's probably a bad idea to wear it yourself out in public, though. No?”

Hearing this breaks him free from the frigid haze. He doesn't like it, but he knows what he means and she's right, hell, late with the reasonable remark as they already marched down the main street like this. “Yes, it's... indeed a bad idea.”

He reaches the fluffy piece back over to her after giving it a thoughtful stroke.

“I'll take good care of it,” she assures him, giving her own hand a small squeeze before taking it. “I'll be your coat rack while outside, and you'll have your stuff back as soon as we're back on the ship, alright?”

He nods, to which the answer's a reassuring smile. “Well then... I'll let you do your thing. Will come  back up in about 10 minutes, is that okay?”

“Yeah,” he says, still feeling a little naked with the hat gone just like that. She puts latter on to make her hands free for the other stuff, then takes the door by the foot and hop-drags it until it counts as closed, somehow keeping all the paper and whatnot in the dustpan while at it. She could have used the broom to do that... but she's rather goofy, so whatever. Indeed, he can hear her hum a tune while leaving. He shouts after her:

“Slick it back, otherwise the hair will just annoy you.” There's a brief stop outside, followed by a muffled 'got it'.

Before long, he can barely hear anything she does. He looks back at the clothes, but stops to rub her fingers a bit before changing. First, he thought that his body's temperature seemed really high...  but it's her hands that are as cold as ice.