he wears a suit well


How beautiful Youngjae can be ? He needs to wear pink more often bc it suits him so well

guys…..kaz is such a mcfreakin nerd…you know what i just considered??? he wears a well tailored suit, gloves, and a top hat. you know who else does?? i mean idk how they’d look in the grishaverse but magicians. MAGICIANS. you know, like the one that fascinated kaz as a kid…in six of crows inej says all the barrel bosses wear flashy patterns and such, but kaz keeps it simple (i dare you to google magicians. they’re all in black and white with red accents. i.e. simple) and when she calls him out or whatever he says “i’m a business man”. i bet he said it because i’m a magician would sound a lot less cool, but think about it…. a thief with a gift for unlikely escapes. “i’m going to invent a new trick”. the way he runs his cons and uses sleight of hand tricks….that nerd probably considers himself a magician anyway.

Matchmaker - Part 3 (Sidney Crosby)

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Word Count: 1076

Warning/s: none

A/n: Requested by a lot of Anons

Originally posted by stamkcs

“Hello? Someone in here?”, Kris smiled dumbly, as he was led into the room by his wife. 

A scarf was wrapped around his head, his hair sticking out at odd angles. But he looked happy and well, wearing a black suit and faint gold tie, as a lot of the Penguins did. As a silent homage to the team they all loved.  

“I’m here.”, you giggled.

Cath shot you a warning look before backing off with a grin, leaving the room. 

“Why do I have to wear a scarf around my head? You ruined my hair.”, he complained.

“So you don’t see me. Gotta stick to the rules, Tanger.”, you snickered. 

You walked a few steps, still barefoot since you didn’t want to wear your heels just yet. You walked in a half circle, with Kris turning into the direction your footsteps were coming from.

“Is it too early to say something?”

“Depends. What are you gonna say?”, you asked with a smile.

A smile tugged at Tanger’s lips and he bit his lip to stop it. He was trying to hold something back, deciding for the more obvious thing to say.

“I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you. But that’s not what you really want to say. I can see it.”

A moment of silence followed your statement, before Tanger set and end to it by opening his mouth. 

“I told you so.”

Your jaw dropped open as Kris burst out into a fit of giggles, like a little kid. He was clutching his stomach, as he already knew the look on your face without seeing it.

“Kri- Tanger! I swear to god! This is what you wanted to say?! Really? Why am I not surprised?!”, you yelled in frustration.

But Kris’s laugh was contagious, making you shake your head before you started to laugh.

“What did you expect me to say?”, he asked after you both calmed down.

“Something like Relax. Or: I love you, best friend since sixth grade!”, you chuckled.

“But those are the obvious facts here. And I’ve been wanting to say this for two years.”

“Why won’t you tell me how it went? Can you please just say something?”, Kris whined, playing with the beer in his hands.

“Kris! I already told you to wait. Why are you so impatient?”, you chuckled, shaking your head slightly. 

“Because Geno doesn’t know anything either. And you promised me to tell one of the inhabitants of this house.”, he insisted, motioning around his house, earning a few weird glances from his teammates.

“And I did.”

“Telling Alex doesn’t count! He doesn’t understand you when you speak English.”

“Too bad you didn’t say that..”, you whisper, standing up to go avoid him.

Ever since your date with Sidney, Kris had been bugging you non-stop. How did it go? Are you going on a second date? Are you a match? Was it horrible?

You refused to answer, which resulted in him being even more annoying. He was making up theories for both good and bad dates and how they could’ve happened, pacing around you like a nervous child just before Christmas.  

But on your first date, you and Sidney quickly came to an agreement. You wouldn’t even think about talking about whatever it was that was between you until you went out at least three times. 

It would be easier that way, so none of your friends would get their hopes up if it didn’t work out. 

So there you were, pacing up and down in front of the fireplace, with sleeping Nikita Malkin placed on your hip. You made eye contact with Anna who was watching you from the couch. 

She was smiling at you before she nodded her head to the door. You turned around to see Sidney enter.

Both Geno’s and Tanger’s gaze immediately switched between the two of you. They were having way too much fun with your love life.

You leaned your forehead against Nikitas, before pulling your head back again, making eye contact with Sid. He waved at his friends, their gazes following him as he made his way over to you.

The three dates you wanted to go to before you told anyone? 

They had turned into four in a month. Which was a surprise since you both didn’t have much time.

“Hey Y/n.”, Sid greeted, coming to a stop next to you.

“Hey Sid.”, you grinned.

Sidney brought one of his hands up to cup your cheek, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. You separated under the eyes of everyone, looking at their dropped jaws in amusement, as Sid slid his hand around your waist and began brushing Nikitas cheek with his fingers.

“You’re not- This is not about what I think it is…”

“You should have told me! You made me wait a whole month!”, Kris muttered.

“You’re still going on about this?”, you laugh.

“I will forever be mad. But - at least- after today I will be less mad. And maybe if you spawn a child or two I will forget it.”

“You’re unbelievable. But at least I know now that you will never try to set me up again.”, you say quietly, a smile evident in your words.

Your best friend since childhood looked back at you, smirking.

“I’m glad I got to see you before all hell breaks loose. Because we need to honor the moment. All I’m thinking about today is that you - Y/n Y/l/N, the girl whose fingers I accidentally broke in my car door - made it this far.”

“And I still have the scars from surgery, asshole.”, you snickered.

Happy tears were welling up in your eyes. You quietly dried them before you got closer to Kris and hugged him, as much as possible in your dress.

“Thank you, Kris. I don’t know where I would be right now if you wouldn’t have tried to find me my perfect match.”, you whispered.

“That’s what best friends are for.”, he mumbled, closing his arms around you.  

The door opened, causing you to separate. Cath came back into the empty room, smiling at the sight in front of her. She held up your white heels and bouquet, motioning for you to come over.

“Let’s go. It’s wedding time.”

Just a kid.
This is my favourite uniform in all movies, yes including stealth suit. I don’t know, it just has a soul none of the well built suits he wears later on. PS. Liking the suit definitely doesn’t help drawing it 😂
(Is it Chris Evans? Yes. Does it look like him? No. Can i do something about it now? No. So it goes 😂)


He knew things would get embarrassing. It was pretty obvious why he was here and boy he never was that nervous. Not even on the stage when he used to play for a few hundred people as well as singing. This was something totally different and in someway he just kinda hoped that Edd wouldn’t think too much about this.
He used to hate Valentinesday almost as much as Christmas and now he was wearing a damn suit holding roses and some selfmade chocolate! Well, in a way he liked the thought to use this day to well appreciate what his friends have done for him so far. Even Tord would get some chocolate thought he mostly tried to avoid him or at least not talk to him.
Ringing the doorbell he thought of this. Could he just drop the stuff and run? But that would look even worse!


There are many important people here for me… Every note, wheter a reblog or a like it’s important to me.

But well I’d like to dedicate this to clinteastwoocl because her art and blog inspire me to draw more Wells xD

And for that I thank you


nikita character meme | two of two colours
michael + black

Timeless (part four)

Summary: It’s finally time for your date with Bucky, and things go better than expected.

Bucky x Reader. FLUFF. Word count: 763

TW: none

A/N: This is part four of a multi-part series. If you’d like to be added to my tag list so you know when I upload new fics, just let me know!


“Yes. Definitely yes,” you said with a quiet giggle. The two of you agreed on dinner that evening at the little Italian bistro down the street. Nat and Wanda helped you get ready for your date—the restaurant was a little on the fancy side, so they dolled you up really nice. When you met Bucky down in the lobby, you were stunned at how well he cleaned up. He was wearing a suit, and had shaved and his usually messy hair was combed perfectly into place.

“Wow! You look amazing, Y/N,” he gasped when he saw you exit the elevator. You smiled, shyly looking down at your feet in an attempt to hide your blushing cheeks.

“You clean up pretty well yourself. You ready to go?” you asked, eager for your date to begin. Bucky presented his arm which you took, and the two of you walked together—arm in arm—to the restaurant since it was only a few blocks away. Dinner was wonderful—you sat at a cozy corner booth, and both the lighting and the music in the restaurant gave it a very romantic atmosphere. The food was great and Bucky insisted on paying (even though you each had a gold card, courtesy of Tony, that you could buy whatever you wanted with—either way, you thought it was a sweet gesture). As the two of you were leaving the restaurant (you stayed until closing, when the waitress finally had to ask you to go), Bucky suggested going for a little walk before heading back to the tower since the weather was so nice. Normally there was no way in hell you’d go walking around the city so late, but you knew that if anyone tried to mess with you, they’d be in for a world of hurt considering your present company, so you agreed. As you walked around the city streets talking, Bucky casually grabbed your hand. You grabbed back and tightened your grip a little in an attempt to tell him it was a good move.

“Y/N, can I tell you a secret?” asked Bucky.

“Buck, by now you should know that you can tell or ask me anything. What’s up?”

“Tonight was my first date since the forties. A little pathetic, huh? Tonight was totally worth the wait though,” he said with a coy smile and a wink.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you asked.


“I don’t think you’re pathetic at all—tonight was my first date since the eighties. Totally worth the wait though,” you smiled at him, searching for signs of approval on his face, but instead seeing confusion.

“Wait. Why the eighties? I mean, with me I was all brain-washed and busy assassinating people, but you? You’re perfect. So why? Not that I think it’s pathetic or anything, I’m just curious,” His question caught you a little off-guard. For some reason, you thought he would just accept the fact that you hadn’t dated in a few decades.

“Well, when I came to the realization that I would never be able to grow old with anyone, and I’d just have to sit idly by and wait for them to die of old age, all while having to drag them with me all over the country so nobody would find out about me, I stopped dating. Didn’t really see much point if I would end up alone anyway. But that’s enough of that, I think,” At that point, Bucky stopped walking and pulled you closer to him. He grabbed your other hand, and you could feel the metal move under the glove he was wearing. He looked you square in the eye when he started speaking.

“Y/N, I’m not going to grow old either, and neither of us has to hide now. I think that makes us a pretty good match, don’t you?” You were so overcome with emotion that instead of trying to find the right words, you answered his question with a long, passionate kiss—the kind of kiss that makes you weak in the knees. When you separated, both his eyes and his smile were big.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said.

“Definitely a yes,” you said with a shy smile.

“So then, well I know it’s just been the one date but, seeing as we already live together sort of, would you maybe want to…“ Normally you would wait for Bucky to find the right words for what he was trying to say, but you knew what he was getting at and you were getting pretty eager.


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  • Thomas: *wears a suit*
  • Newt: Who the shuck are you?
  • Thomas: I'm Tommy....your boyfriend?
  • Newt: You're not my boyfriend. My boyfriend doesn't wear suits. He only wears blue shirts.
  • Thomas: Well, I'm wearing a suit
  • Newt: Take that off.
  • Thomas: You don't like it?
  • Newt: No, I love you in a suit. But I would like to see you in your birthday suit just as much
  • Thomas: My plan has succeeded. Well dressed = sex
  • Newt: I hate you so much