What would Rex, Wolffe and Codys outfit choice be in civilian clothes? (Sporty, professional, casual, i.e)
Rex is definitely casual, but more of a formal casual?? Would wear a t-shirt with a long sleeved sweater and jeans. As well as a space knock off of tommy hilfiger shoes.
Wolffe is that guy who looked like he just rolled out of bed, but still looks handsome. Sweatshirt and sweatpants all the way matched with a pair of beat up sneakers.
Cody would take a page from the sophisticated Obi-Wan, but would also modify it. Button up dress shirt - with just the right amount of them up buttoned - matched with an open suit jacket and skinny dress pants (yeah, those are a thing!). Probably wears normal dress shoes as well.
So Nick Schnee was a great guy who actually cared about the condition of his workers and building up his company’s success on trust. Evidently, he wore a bit of red around his neck. I don’t think Weiss’ initial choice of outfit was a mere coincidence. It shows what she stands for and what she believes in, in regards to her family name.
I thought I’d change it up a bit and try something out for Luna! Big thanks to @sailor-mochi for helping me out with her outfit choices here—- I was kinda stumped on what to put her in this time, but we managed to come up with something together!
~~~She’s totally beating Noctis and Prompto at Kings Knight
After doing Prompto and Noctis, This is definitely a companion piece to them
“Hi! Can i request a tvd imagine? All smutty with damon being dominant and rough and everything? Thank you :))” “Hi! I was wondering if you could write a damon salvatore imagine (smut ofc!!) Where you two are not together but kind of have a crush on each other. so eventually you end up having rlly rough kinky sex? Pls! ^-^”
A/N: i guess you can say i changed the plot a bit?? SORRY IF ITS NOT KINKY !! WHOOPS ?? (I can’t write kinky smut for shits ????)
You looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring on how well you did on your outfit choice for Girls Night. You twirled yourself so your back was facing the mirror. Shifting your head to look at the mirror, to see the back if the lovely dress Caroline helped you picked out. It wasn’t too short nor too long, hugged your curves perfectly. You felt good. You did your final touches on your hair and makeup before heading out the door. Once your bag and keys were in your hand, you swung your door open, out to have the time of your life with Caroline, Bonnie and Elena.
However, there was a certain someone blocking your way out. “Ah! Y/N I know I’d find you here! Cute little dress.” The raven man cheerfully said, a smirk appearing onto his lips. “Obviously you would, it’s my house.” You laughed. “What do you want Damon? I need to get going somewhere.” As you motioned towards your outfit. You knew the reason why he was here, and you tried every single thing possible to avoid him, not try and make much eye contact as possible. “Well you see Y/N, the thing is, you’re constantly avoiding me.” You were about to protest but he beated you to it. “No, don’t give me ‘I’ve been busy.’ crap, that’s such an overused excuse, sweetheart.” His voice was stern, serious for his answer. “Tell me the truth Y/N please, I’m your fucking friend for christ’s sake!” He nearly shouted, eyes wide, inching closer to you. You didn’t want to tell him why. You knew he would taunt, tease, laugh at your response. You knew he wouldn’t feel the same feelings towards you. “I don’t have to tell you everything Damon, you’re not my dad, or my boyfriend. So please, move out of the way.” You spat at him. Pushing yourself through, though you knew it was no use. You were still just a mortal, where as he was a hundred and something year old vampire; with much experience with his inhuman strength. “No.” Damon simply spoke. He pushed his way into your home, closing the door behind. He pushed you against the closest wall.
“Babe?” I call out, stepping into my girlfriend’s silent apartment. No response. It’s only as I walk towards her closed bedroom door that I hear her frantically ripping through her closet, footsteps echoed by a faint oh shit she’s going to kill me. “You realize we’re going to be late right? Are you almost-” I don’t even have the chance to finish my sentence before the door swings open abruptly. “Fuck sorry baby, I just have to do my hair. I’ll be quick I promise!” she blurts out in a panic bolting towards the vanity, taking her ponytail down in the process. I can’t help but grin at her worried tone. I love seeing her like this; all frazzled, and stressed, and downright cute as hell. Unfortunately, my amused expression falters as I sit down on the edge of the bed, eyeing her outfit of choice. “Is that what you’re wearing tonight?” I ask, trying not to sound too criticizing. Her head whips around, worried eyes meeting mine. “I was planning on it. Why should I change? Is it too much? I can definitely go for something more casu-” “no don’t worry!” I interject quickly trying to calm her down, “it’s just the shirt that I’m not sure about … actually, maybe it’s the pants”. My eyes trail down her body as she walks to the foot of the bed, standing in front of me. “Honestly baby, I’m sorry but I think it might be both” I say as I begin to draw her face down to my level. “I think your outfit would look a lot better if you” I interrupt my sentence with a kiss, “took”, kiss, “it”, kiss, “off”, I giggle as I plant one last lingering kiss on her now smiling lips. She looks up at me questioningly through thick eyelashes, “there’s nothing wrong with my outfit, is there?” she teases with a devilish grin. “Absolutely not” I reply before bounding off the bed, lightly slapping her butt, “you look beautiful, now come on or we’re going to be late”. I stop in the doorway, turning around just in time to see her smirk and pull off her shirt. Yup, we’re definitely going to be late.
Summary: The whole “you see color when you touch your soulmate” deal. It’s fluff.
A/N: Thank you thank you thank you for reading. You’re all too cool for me.
At least it was Friday.
You just had to get through a day of work, then you could come home and binge-watch
Netflix. The entry level job you had been
given was not challenging, and you spent a majority of your time reading or
listening to music. Though it was tedious
it paid well, and you couldn’t complain about being able to make rent for
“Your shirt and pants don’t match.”
You sighed. Your
cubicle-mate had recently met her soulmate, and every day for the past week she
had criticized your choice of outfit.