the suit that looks like it actually fits

No Love (M) | Part One

Long List of Warnings (trigger warnings)

Angst, Unfaithful Reader, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Slight Sexism, Social Issues, Child Abuse (non-sexual), Unhealthy Relationship Depiction, Unstable Reader, Slightly Manipulative Reader, Sex & stuff.

Disclaimer: Other Kpop artist/Fictional Characters are portrayed in this, this is not an accurate representation of their personality so please do NOT get offended.  

Word Count: 9.9k+

Description: After a two-year breakup with Yoongi, you suddenly run into him again at your boyfriend’s party. Drunk and alone, Yoongi passes out on you, and you convince Jiwon (your boyfiend) to let Yoongi stay over for the night without telling him about your history. Jiwon, who invited Yoongi as a business colleague, is willing. But little does he know that it will wreck havoc on your relationship. (Takes place the morning after this happens.)

Request:  “Hey could you do a daddy kink with Yoongi, please?”

A/N: You probably expected this to be a hot smut without any emotional roller coasters at all, didn’t you? Title is actually a song by Lyves that I listened to while writing the reader opening Yoongi’s present scene. - Admin Baby  

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Suits, volleyball, and all the headcanon in between.

[Terushima, Futakuchi, Noya, Tanaka, Ushijima and Tendou here]
[Akiteru, Kei, Kageyama and Hinata here]
[Ladies of Karasuno here]


  • Black on black. No tie, open two-buttoned suit jacket that hugs his waist, the top two buttons of his shirt are undone. Tailored wingtip derbies, black and matte- polished to perfection.
    • He’s actually the one who dislikes wearing suits the most (I mean, have you seen the guy, he literally looks like he throws on whatever he has lying on his bed).
    • Oh, but if you challenge him, or if the need arises- he’s going to be the sexiest guy in the room because he sure as hell isn’t going to lose at anything.
      • Hours of research and a lot of changing rooms is not going to be for nothing. If he’s going to suffer, he’s going to do some real damage before he goes (namely to your short-circuited brain and perhaps severe blood loss via nosebleed).
    • He tried the red and black combination once, until a girl actually came up to him and asked him which host club he worked at, and he’s stuck to black from then on.
    • Those undone buttons on his shirt? Collarbones. They’re so sharp that they can slice through paper, and it makes his neck slimmer and his smirk all the sexier.
    • Everything’s been absolutely tailored at least twice, and it’s so on purpose. Can you imagine those legs- miles and miles of slim height and oh, he knows you’re staring. He’ll wink right back.
      • Now that he thinks about it, he’s never had to buy his own drink before, and thus Kuroo’s legendary alcohol tolerance was born.

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-you’d meet during the Apocalypse ordeal and he’d save you from a falling building

-after the Apocalypse thing he’d get his real feathered wings back and come to the Mutant school with you.

-he would always be holding your hand

-at first he’d feel really bad about what he did with Apocalypse so he’d almost hide behind you.

-but your friends would welcome him because they can see the way he looks at you with eyes full of love.

-once he was comfortable, he’d be back to his snarky, confident, cocky self. 

-cuddles 24/7 because he’s a teddy bear and needs love

-his wings bumping into things

-gripping you like you could be stolen from his arms at any moment

-burrowing his face into your neck during one of those long hugs

-his wings encircling you like a protective barrier

-he sleeps sprawled everywhere and his wings go over everything

-he sleeps in too.

-but he always manages to grab you and secure you to his side when he sleeps, his wing resting on top of you like a protective dog or cat

-you stand near the window while Warren sleeps. suddenly those big muscled arms wrap around your bare waist and lips find the skin on your neck, ‘good morning beautiful.’ he murmurs against your neck in that husky morning voice of his.

-food fights in the community kitchen

-sexy times and kinky times because that kid is a kinky shit

-him grinning whenever something kinky gets mentioned

-showers together where his wings almost break the glass shower door because they’re so big and there’s no way the both of you can actually fit in the shower

-he’d have a thing for laying down with his head in your lap while you stroke his blonde hair, and he’d look up at you with adoring baby blues.

-tracing the tattoos left from Apocalypse and he gets ashamed of them but you tell him they’re beautiful like the rest of him

-he’d get nervous about doing romantic things in public, like for an anniversary he’d get you a rose and dress in a suit to take you to dinner some place fancy and he’d be so nervous his wings would shake and he’d turn red and look at the ground when he sees how beautiful you are dressed for the occasion.

-rough kisses

-kisses where he gently cups your face

-kisses all over you as he tickles you

-love marks 

-movie dates where you cuddle and watch anything you want and eat pizza together

-just… everyone’s OTP

You’re Alive

Request from @ezrasrosewoodliars: Hey!! i’m such a big fan!! please can you do an imagine where Draco sees reader for the first time since the night dumbledore died and he thought she was dead because the reader is friends with the trio and goes hunting for horcruxes etc so he sees her and it’s so cute and stuff!! thank you!!

Thanks, I love PLL! Sorry this has taken a while, I’ve had so many imagines to do. I really enjoyed writing this!! Also, sorry if this is a bit crap, I got so carried away I wrote it all in one take, and it’s also really long because I wanted to make sure I got as much in as I could.

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Nerds Are Cute // 4:11 pm

Pairing: Reader x Tom

Featuring: Tom Holland

Warning: Teasing?? idk

Prompt: you were rushing to go out and lost your contacts.


You started to get a little frantic when you realized you only had five minutes until you had to leave for dinner with your boyfriend of 6 months. And that meant you only had five minutes to find your goddam contacts before you had to leave.

You couldn’t go to dinner without your contacts because you would be either legally blind or have to wear your glasses. You hated your glasses. You bought them almost two years ago when you thought big frames were in style. They weren’t nor will they ever be. They were black with thick lenses and the frames - oh god - they were so huge you could die honestly. They’re an absolute embarrassment.

One minute. You have only one minute until you have to leave. Your head was swarmed with different thoughts as you glared at random things around your apartment, everything was a blur. Shit. Your minute was gone! You quickly stumbled around until you found your book bag where your lens case was stuffed, pulling on your glasses. Huffing loudly, you trudged out the front door and slammed it shut, running down the stairwell in the building to the bottom floor.In a hurry to make it to the restaurant.

Your boyfriend chose a place on the Upper East Side because he could actually afford to take you to places like that. The restaurant was large, with security guards standing outside because it was one of the most common places for celebrities to eat.

“Name?” The front lady asked.

Smiling briefly you responded. “Uh, Holland.” She led you through rows of tables all seated with mostly familiar faces of celebrities. Your face lit up when you noticed Tom, he was dressed nicely in a fitted suit. He rose when he saw you, placing a kiss to your cheek before sitting down with you.

“You look different tonight.” He looked at you confused when your heart stopped when you remembered you were wearing your glasses.

“Oh, really?” You tried to play it cool. Maybe he won’t notice.

“When did you get glasses?” His eyes scanned over your whole face. Oh gulp.

“I’ve always had glasses,” You said quietly completely embarrassed.

“Really?” He asked astounded. “How come I’ve never seen you wear them?” He asked.

“Well I bought contacts so..” You shrugged it off.

“Okay, right. You look good in them.” He said making you blush, “like my little nerd.” Your nose scrunched in dismay at his choice of nickname.

“Let’s eat?” You changed the subject.

Half an hour into your meal, Tom couldn’t keep his mouth shut about your stupid glasses. “Look here,” he pointed to the back of the bottle of wine he ordered you two, “I simply don’t understand these words. Like potassium metabisulfite. You probably know what that is, right Nerd?” he asked cheekily.

You really wanted to throat punch him. “Oh c’mon, I knew you were always related to Einstein, you could see it in your eyes.”

“Tom,” You sighed.

“What?” He asked, enjoying his steak with his bubbling laughter.

“You’re annoying,” You said. He laughed.

“Babe, I’m only kidding because you do look very adorable in those glasses.” You blushed.


Ok I don’t have anyone to talk to right now, I just had to be socially trans in person for an hour while signing legal forms, and I’m strung out and tired. SO I’M GOING TO RANT ABOUT CONSTRUCTED LANGUAGES AND MAGICAL SCRIPTS.

Look, I get it. You want your conlang/magic script to look mystical, cryptic, special. You want it to look different than any other language while still looking like a language people write in. If you’re a spiritual person or magic-user this may even be a language you’re channeling and that you believe to be ancient in nature or otherwise pre-existing. But 95% of conlangs and magical scripts look totally fake and made-up, and this is not a judgment I’m casting on their actual grammatical structure or language theory or the languages they were based on. The thing that makes a language look like one people ever actually wrote in for hundreds of years, that makes it look like the letters/characters are all from the same language, is that it looks like a language that’s been written in whatever tools you are claiming or feel like it was traditionally written in.

Let’s take cuneiform:

Looks super-neat, right? Man, who’d ever think of having those wedges in an alphabet! It’s totally different than most modern languages out there and very distinctive, and the wedges are consistent across the letters, so it makes them all look like they’re from the same alphabet. This wasn’t just arbitrarily designed as a font style. There is a reason for this!

Cuneiform writing was pressed into wet clay with these shaped bits and that’s why it looks like that. It got stamped with wedges. That’s how (this type of) writing was done at the time. It’s a technological solution and that’s what makes the lettering get that peculiar stylization. You’ll get variants based on craftsmanship and tools, but basically the method is the same across various implementations. Once someone tried to write that in pencil, you could imagine it’d look different, and you’d see evidence of people’s hand-motion between strokes, becoming more of a tilt between letters.

For instance, English looks like it does, even in tumblr’s sans-serif fonts, because it can be constructed with a pen. When it gets fancy with a variable-width pressure-sensitive pen nib, you can get more complex and flowy, but notice the flow and arc still go with the movements natural for a hand to make:

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Those little trails between letters exist today because nib pens were drippy and left ink trails. The written language adapted to the tools to incorporate the trails and still make it look legible, and that’s why we have cursive writing at all. This is a simplified history but it’s basically there to make you think about the letter shapes in various traditional ways of writing in English and why it looks like it does instead of like cuneiform.

Which brings me to conlangs. If you want your brand new ancient-looking language to truly look like people have used it for eons, write it out with the tools you think those people would have used, and keep adapting the letters if you find that, say, a brush or nib pen can’t construct the weird arcs and whirls you’ve designed the language to have. Languages by and large are made to be convenient to write. If you don’t know how to write kanji, Chinese words probably look complex and arbitrary to you. But their shapes are logical when you see them written with a brush:

So if you have some arcane-looking swooshy script but it still looks kind of fake, think about where the weight should really be. It should be where the brush presses down heavier and the trailing marks are where the brush lifts up (and usually leaves the paper and ends the stroke). Where the stroke is wide on one end is where the brush initially met the paper. Above, you can see how one swish immediately flows into another, the strokes are like arrows leading across the page when you understand how they’re created. Pick up a brush and figure out an actual stroke order for your symbol. If logically the stroke seems like it’d leave someone’s hand smearing it trying to follow its arc, then logically that symbol would eventually get redesigned if it were in an actual language. Someone would figure out a better way to write it and everyone would adopt that way over time.

So practice writing your language with different tools. Consider a calligraphy course or even just a kit with a guidebook (or youtube training videos!). Written language is a tool that people use, magical as it can be. And if you’re using it for magical purposes such as woodburning it into tools or painting it onto things or writing it onto paper, consider that your symbols will change a bit according to the tools, just like with mundane languages. A wedge-shaped wood burner will get you something a bit closer to cuneiform. A brush will get you something flowy and not super-precise. Pencil will not leave ink trails and will get you something more technical and practical. Your written language logically should shift for that and adapt like a proper tool. And if you do that right, if you really use it, then it will look much more genuine because it will have experienced an actual evolution of form adapting to the physical tools it’s been worked with via.

And if you’re not using it for magic but are just using it for a fantasy setting where people use it for magic in the story, all the above would still apply to them.

Even with just one symbol not meant to be in a greater language, think about the tool you’re creating it with. It’s hard to make a realistic brush-style symbol in pencil. Use the tool that fits the symbol and you’ll produce something much more genuine-looking.

That’s it! I’m not a language expert, this is not meant to be A Real Factual History Of All Language, it’s just a rough primer in How To Make It Look Like A Language Is Actually Written With. It’s not meant to be a critique in whether your magical language is “real” enough or “magical” enough either. It’s simply some pointers in how to make a magical/constructed language that’s actually reasonable to write with and suits the tools you’re writing it with and the purposes you mean it for. Hundreds of years of written language evolution is hard to replace, but I believe in you.

Happy Halloween

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 4,500-ish

Warnings: SMUT! squirting, rough sex, biting!kink, spanking!kink, dirty Star Trek jokes, Sam in a Star Trek costume (just think about it), language, dirty-talk, NSFW gif below the break

The Winchester brothers never celebrate Halloween in full swing. Dean only does it for the free candy, and Sam has a bad history with the holiday, what with Jess’s death and everything else that had happened in the days prior to and after the holiday.

It’s been a long, long time since you got to celebrate a real Halloween though, and frankly you could use a little dress-up in your life that doesn’t involve a tight-fitting FBI suit.

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nohurrytoshout  asked:

The suits headcannons are 😩😩🙌🙌WOBDERFUL!! LLIKE SERIOUSLY, THE WAY YOU DESCRIBED THEM WITH SUITS IS JUST 🙏praissee. Please do continue them!!! Possibly terushima, futakuchi, noya, and tanaka?? THANK YOU SOM MUCH

Sure! And I see you have a type. ;3 Bonus Ushijima and Tendou for you.

[The original suits headcanon here]


  • Three-piece, a brown so impossibly dark that under the wrong lighting it’s almost certainly black. Notch lapel and two buttoned, his jacket’s loose and open on top of a pristine white shirt. The kickers are his tie and accessories- a rich, metallic dark gold with matching watch chain and pocket square, highlighting his bronzed skin and blonde undercut. A pair of simple cap toe derbies finish the look.
    • You see, he knows, that you’d expect him to wear something flashy to match his personality and his wicked tongue piercing, but he also knows that he looks like an oasis in a desert in black and gold.
      • He does indulge his flashy side with his surprisingly smart-casual array of clothes- another formal favourite of his is a black and white checkered jacket on top of a simple black turtleneck with black pants and shoes.
    • He’s a naturally slim person, but his suits are structured to give him the confidence to match his smirk. Pants slim fitted to shape around his sleek calves, it makes him look miles tall.
      • His hair, when he actually tries, is slicked back firmer than usual, and there are absolutely no wisps of hair blocking the sinful expression he shoots at you.
    • Playing with his cuffs when he’s bored just doesn’t kick it for him. He prefers to rest his weight on one leg and slide the tips of his fingers into his pant pockets cockily.
      • He’s always the first one to get asked to dance, with his rough undercut and slick outfit, and boy are they all surprised because this man, despite looking like a million dollars, dances like he’s earning his keep dollar by dollar.
        • Give him a pole. Give him a fucking pole, and you’ll be going home a few items of clothing short tonight.

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White Wedding

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Summary: You’re at your best friends wedding reception when you run into the grooms younger brother, Cas.

Warnings: AU, hints of light drug use, is fluff a warning?

A/N: This was inspired by a little drabble I wrote based on the picture above. It was requested by @willowing-love that I write a oneshot. If you can’t tell, this AU Cas is based on Endverse!Cas.


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Intergalactic-space-kittens: “So what would Anastasia look like with the actual dress Dimitri gave her (Without the continuity errors?)”

It´s pretty much impossible to recreate the dress 100% accurately since it literally changes designs mid-scene, but something like this I guess (she has always had that belt thou).

PS: I totally believe that the writers´ idea with the dress was that Anya tailored it to suit/fit her better. But even if that was the intent, the joke/character trait falls flat in the narrative since: 

  1. Not once has the film ever given us a reason to think that Anya can sow.
  2. Nobody ever points out that she altered it. 
  3. And even if you can remove lace from a dress, you cannot change the shade and pattern in the little time that passes in-between scene (it´s already sunset when Dimitri gives it to her). 

Conclusion: Anya is a sneaky rouge who specializes in stealing pretty dresses from unsuspecting travelers when her BF is being a fashion disaster. 

things girls do that are attractive that are not dainty or typically feminine:

  • yell angrily about some shit they’re fired up about and make good points but really angrily
  • yell excitedly about something they’re excited about
  • accidentally hit things because they are Too Damn Excited
  • put their hair in a messy ass hairdo because it’s convenient
  • focus hella hard on some project or whatever that they’re doing
  • strong athletic muscle sports thing. i can’t personally relate because i’m weak but you keep going, strong muscle athlete girls
  • call out men on their bullshit
  • when they give a goddamn point-by-point speech to call men out on their bullshit and you can see it in their eyes that they are not fucking around today
  • sing while walking around even though no one is really listening and no one asked but they actually have a really good singing voice
  • flip their fucking shit when they see a cute animal
  • make terrible, terrible choices about nutrition and diet and have zero regrets
  • wear mismatched awful fashion that just looks bad. i genuinely love that tbh
  • wear fashion that looks Great but it doesn’t fit the setting like fucking cosplay or fancy dresses or suits in casual settings. like they just do not care it’s good
  • do something utterly silly that little kids do, like run to jump into a puddle or color with crayons, and are just happy about it
  • when there’s a class discussion and somebody says some wrong shit and they just say “actually!!! you’re wrong!” and don’t back down
  • talk about some thing that men make fun of women for caring about, like fandoms or cute singers or makeup or literally anything, and don’t hold back even though someone is rolling their eyes

anyway i’m worried some of this sounds sarcastic because tumblr is fond of mocking girls for bad fashion and things but i genuinely find all of this attractive. feel free to add


So I’ve had a few questions in the past asking how I colour my pictures and I’ve FINALLY got my ass into gear to create this post showing how. I’m pretty sure those with better equipment and more experience with digital may well cringe at my technique, but I sadly have to make do with what I’ve got and, at the very least, it gets the job done.

The example I’m using for this is my Phantom of the Opera Batjokes pic which can be seen properly here

1. So the program I use is GIMP. If you’ve not heard of it, it’s free art software that works like a basic version of programs such as Photoshop and can be downloaded online to pretty much any computer.

Once shaded, the drawing is scanned and opened up in GIMP. Now for this picture there is a lot of black and it looks messy as Hell and once upon a time I would’ve coloured all the black in with pencil but, to be honest, its just easier to colour the black in digitally and it saves my poor little 4B pencils from having to work quite so hard.

2. I'm very particular with the order of how I draw my pictures and colouring is no different. The first thing I colour is always the skin and it’s literally a case of putting the opacity level down pretty low and then just colouring over the section. It’s basic but it works :D

If I want a picture to be particularly vibrant I’ll adjust the opacity but generally I stick with keeping it quite low so the detail of the shading underneath isn’t lost.

3. Then it’s on to the Batsuit, which is usually coloured a pretty blue, because it fits in with the comics pretty well and I just like the way it looks, really. Of course my main go to reference for the suit is from The Dark Knight because I just frikkin love that Batsuit! Although, for this picture I’ve made the nose of the cowl more pointy because I thought it would fit in with the period feel more.

4. Now for Joker, it’s actually kinda hard to see any colour on there, but if you look carefully between this pic and the previous one you’ll see a difference:

The reason I use the turquoise for his skin is because with everything else coloured in, his skin kinda looks dull and lifeless if left untouched. But the hint of colour gives it a nice almost metallic effect that I really like. Of course the opacity is extremely low, because anything more would leave him looking like a Smurf and I think even J would struggle to pull off that look!

5. Now it’s on to the hair and eyebrows for J. I don’t have a set green I use, it differs depending on the kind of J I’m using and pretty much how I feel at the time. I do often go more towards the bluish hint with the greens though, cos dat purdy.

With the hair it’s usually one layer of colour, before highlighting a few strands just to make them stand out more. I don't often make the eyebrows as vibrant as the hair because it’s a bit much for the face otherwise.

6. And now one of my favourite bits to do! J has messy make up in this pic (which I always enjoy!) and instead of the normal paintbrush tool I use for everything else, I go for the airbrush one, just to make the smudged lipstick more realistic and to keep the edges soft.

For his eyes, they’re green but I add yellow highlights to make the green seem more acidic, cos J’s eyes ain’t just any ol’ green!

7. And then it’s colouring in J’s suit and, yeah, he may be the Phantom, but he still likes purple! It’s exactly the same process as the rest, just slapping the colour over the top.

8. So, with all the colouring done, it’s time to adjust the contrast and shading. I use the burn tool for that and just generally go over the entire picture two or three times until I think it looks right.

9. And then I fill in all the black sections…

10. …before colouring in the background and then using the burn tool again just to go over any parts that I think need a little extra adjustment, mainly around the eyes and the hair, just picking up the shadows that need to be a little bit darker.

11. Aaaaaaand we finally get to this! The finished product!

I’m just gonna take a moment to squee over how happy I am with the mask! I was worried at first, but after shading it looks ok woohoo! 

So I hope that was interesting and now you finally know all my arty secrets! (They’re absolutely not all that secret and pretty simple and basic but *shrugs*). If there is anything else you wanna know feel free to ask and as always thank you, thank you, thank you for all the support and kindness, it means the world to me. Y'all gorgeous!!!!


Imagine Barba walks in to you wearing a T-shirt of his.

So @barbabangme has really inspired me to take a stab at hc’s and imagines so this is my first attempt!

(Flashback 6 months ago)
It was your first day as a detective at the Manhattan Special Victims Unit and you hadn’t even been there twenty minutes before being assigned your first case. You were heading out with Carisi to respond to the crime scene and you looked down to check your phone to make sure you had Benson’s cell. Within a split second, you had managed to run into someone and send their papers and briefcase flying.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry. Let me help you with that.” You said, kneeling down to collect everything that had fallen.
“It was my fault, I wasn’t paying attention.” The man grumbled softly.
The two of you looked up at one another, and you were captivated by the mesmerizing hazel eyes staring back at you.
The man across from you regained his composure quickly, almost expertly.
“Are you new here? I’ve never seen you here before.” The man across from you asked.
“Yes, today’s actually my first day. I’m Y/N.” You said, regaining composure. The man kneeled directly in front of you was incredibly handsome.
“Ah nice to meet you Y/N. I’m ADA Rafael Barba. I prosecute most, if not all, sex crimes that come through SVU.”
“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Rafael. I’m sorry the first time had to be me running into you, literally” you answered jokingly.
“No problem, seriously. Looks like we’ll be seeing each other around then?” Barba asked inquisitively.
You helped him pick up the rest of your papers and stood up to hand them to Barba.
“Yeah, I guess we will. I should probably get going. Sonny and I are supposed to be heading to a crime scene and he’s probably wondering where I’ve run off to. I’ll see you later, I guess?” You said, turning to leave.
“Yeah, I’m sure I’ll still be here when you get back. I’m reviewing testimonies with benson today, so I’m sure we’ll run into each other later.” Barba said to you.
You waved back and said goodbye and then ran to catch Sonny. Little did you know that the man you had just run into was checking you out from behind, taking you in from top to bottom.
He was mesmerized with you as you were with him.
(Fast forward to present)
You’re sitting at your desk, filling out paperwork to close a case, when all of a sudden Barba walks in. You two had grown to like and respect one another over the past six months of working together. Sure, you got on each other’s nerves, but you were friendly to one another. There was a running bet at work to how long it would take you two to succumb to each other, as you both were in love with the other, but neither of you knew it.
You heard footsteps walking towards you and looked up.
“I didn’t even hear you sneak in, Barba” you said, looking up at him. He had this grey suit on with suspenders that made his eyes pop. He fit it like a glove.
“Maybe you need to improve upon your detective skills then, Y/N”, Barba said, jokingly.
You let out a fake laugh.
“Ha funny, you could almost be a comedian. What brings you to the 16th precinct at this time, counselor?” You asked.
“I’m actually looking for benson. We’re supposed to prep before tomorrow. Do you know where she is?”
“She responded to a case and is meeting the Vic at the hospital. I’m not sure how long you’ll be. I stayed behind to finish some necessary paperwork. You’re more than welcome to stay and wait though. I could always use your good company.” You said, almost flirtatiously.
Barba’s member started twitching. The things she did to him. He had no idea how she felt towards him and did not want to jeopardize their great work chemistry.
“You want to know what? Sure. I’m not going to have this trip down here wasted.”
Barba pulled up a chair next to you and you two just shot the breeze as you filled out paperwork. You two talked about everything– work, college, family, friends, hobbies. You both discovered you liked to exercise.
“You kind of pegged me as someone who liked to exercise” Barba said.
“Yeah. I run mostly nowadays. 5ks and marathons mainly. I need to try something new though. What about you?”
Barba quickly checked out your physique. He could tell that you were a runner. You were in shape and your frame was thin but toned.
“I enjoy running too, but lately I’ve come back to boxing. I’ve been doing it since I was a kid”.
You raised your eyebrow slightly.
That’s hot, you thought to yourself.
“You box? That’s so cool! I’ve always wanted to learn how to.”
Barba looked at his watch.
“Well, I don’t think Benson’s going to be coming back anytime soon. She’s pretty solid at testifying. If you want, there’s a gym right around the corner from my apartment. I can show you a few moves?”
“That sounds amazing actually. I was going to head to the gym after this anyways, but wasn’t in the mood for running. I think I have spare change of clothes in my car. Let me just pack up, and we can head out.” You said, starting to pack everything and close everything out.
You followed Rafael to his apartment, duffle bag in tow, and took the elevator up to the 11th floor. You got out and followed him to his apartment. Rafael unlocked the door and let you in.
“Make yourself at home. The bathroom is the second door on the left. Do you want some water or anything?” Rafael asked.
“A bottle of water would be perfect.” You said, as you dug through your duffle bag, searching for your workout clothes.
You kept looking, but you realize that you haphazardly forgot to pack a shirt to workout in.
“Shit. Hey Barba, I forgot to pack a shirt, do you think I could borrow one?” You asked as you dug through your duffle bag to no avail.
“Of course, cariño. Go into my room on the right and go into the dresser, second drawer, and pull a t-shirt.” He said.
“You’re amazing, thank you.”
You ran into his room and took everything in before you. You had always wondered what Rafael Barba’s apartment always looked like and it was everything you expected. It was meticulously decorated and neat. Elegant but not overboard. Plus it had a terrific view of the city. You quickly went into his t-shirt drawer and ultimately decided on a Harvard Law shirt. You took it and yelled to Rafael that he could go get dressed as you headed to the bathroom.
You threw his shirt on along with your black Nike compression shorts and your running shoes. You tied your hair up in a high ponytail so it wouldn’t be in your way when you and Raf were at the gym. You walked out and headed to the kitchen to grab your phone. When you got to his kitchen counter, it wasn’t there, and you realized that you had brought it into rafael’s bedroom when you went to go grab a shirt.
Shit, you thought to yourself.
You walked over to his room and noticed that the door was opened, so you walked in to grab your phone.
“Hey Barba, I think I left my phone in your room, by accident–” you said as you walked into your room and that’s when you saw it.
A completely shirtless Rafael Barba. His tanned and toned physique staring right at you.
“Oh my god, Rafael, I’m so sorry the door was open.” as much as you should’ve, you couldn’t stop staring. And he stared right back at you, taking in your body in those tight compression shorts.
“I was wondering where that t-shirt went. It looks good on you.” Rafael said, just staring at you, practically gawking.
He took three steps towards you, only to close the space even further.
You tried to be as cocky as he was.
“Yeah I thought so too. Why, was this the shirt you wee looking for?” You said, practically in a whisper.
“Yeah but it looks better on you than me.” He said, his lips getting closer to yours.
You subconsciously filled in the remaining space and cautiously kissed him.
It felt like fireworks. Six long months of pent up resistance and frustration finally coming to surface. He intensified the kiss and your body responded. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body close to his.
Rafael lifted you up and wrapped your body around his, laying you on the bed directly behind him. He peeled the shirt off of you as you unbuttoned his pants.
He worshipped your body, leaving a trail of kisses down your body. He took an agonizing amount of time just taking in your body and worshipping it.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.” He said, huskily.
You moaned softly.
“Me too, Raf.” You panted.
His member grew larger and yours wetter. He gently pulled your shorts off of you, and slowly slid a finger into you.
You moaned loudly.
“Fuck Rafael, I want you so bad.”
He inserted another finger and started slowly moving back and forth until you were on the edge of an orgasm, when all of a sudden, he pulled out.
You took those fingers and licked them clean, causing Rafael to grunt.
“God you’re so hot.” Rafael said, leaning into kiss you.
The kiss was hot and passionate.
“Do I need a condom?” He asked, motioning to his nightstand.
“No, I’m on the pill.”
“Are you sure?” Rafael asked, making sure this is what you wanted.
You leaned into kiss him gently.
“Absolutely sure.” You said smiling.
He slowly inserted himself into you, letting you adjust to the length and width of his member.
You both moaned loudly.
“God you’re so right, cariño” he said to you.
Once you had adjusted, he started to pick up the pace.
“Just like that, Rafael.” You said, on the brink of another orgasm.
He kept going until they both had climaxed.
He collapsed next to you on the bed. He cuddled up next you and you snuggled in next to him.

HEY ALL - this is kind of terribad but I finally busted through my epic writer’s block, and give you the follow-up wedding ficlet started from this prompt (I don’t want to go to my ex’s wedding alone).

In the weeks leading up to the wedding, Steve was infinitely glad that he’d finally gotten up the nerve to ask Bucky to come as his ‘date’ - not only because of the relief he felt when he’d been able to check off the plus one box on his RSVP and save face, but because it turned out that planning an international trip in such a short amount of time (even one that had been planned as meticulously as Peggy Carter could) was ridiculously stressful work.  Steve wasn’t sure he’d have gotten through all of it with his sanity intact, if not for Bucky’s help.

As it was, they had their flights scheduled and were both able to get a few extra days off of work to allow themselves time to do independent sightseeing around the city.  Initially they’d had trouble figuring out how to fill said days without being completely pathetic tourists, but luckily Steve had been able to find time for drinks with Peggy one evening after work, who was so thrilled to hear that he was FINALLY owning up to his feelings about Bucky (the way she’d gushed when Steve had admitted the identity of his date had been all kinds of uncomfortable, considering how subtle he thought his feelings for his friend were) that she was all-too-happy to give them an itinerary of things to do together.  Steve tried his best to ignore how many times she mentioned Angie during the list… not because he had any problems with his ex’s fiance, of course, but because he didn’t want to psyche himself out too much when it came to riding the London Eye with Bucky.  

Just because Peggy said it made for a great date afternoon, didn’t mean that they couldn’t enjoy the hell out of it as friends.

As the date drew closer, Steve was half-afraid that he should suggest they spend time acting as a couple, to make the whole facade more natural when they were put on the spot; as it was they were spending so much time together anyway, making plans and just hanging out as they always had (and on one regrettable night, practicing dance moves at Bucky’s insistence) that it hardly seemed necessary.  God knew that they were together just as often as any other busy, employed Millennial couple were, and they’d known each other for so long that it wasn’t as if someone would be able to quiz them and call their bluff on the act.  Plus, weren’t people supposed to date their best friends, anyway?  If anything, Steve figured that Bucky was the best he could ask for in a pretend date, outside of maybe Peggy herself.

He was getting really good at ignoring the voice that reminded him how much he wished it wasn’t pretend, too.

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Love Actually

Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Modern AU

Author(s): Lil Laddie

Words: 1275

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, mistletoe, fighting

Request: Y'alls writing is so good!! I’ve been reading your imagines for hours now! Could I get 2 & 6 off the holiday prompt list with tjeffs? Maybe like where the two of you don’t really like each other but the entire hamilsquad wants you together so they try to force you together at the Schuyler’s Christmas party? Thank you so much!! - @sourwolfhalestilinski

2: “Who keeps hanging all this damn mistletoe everywhere?”

6: “Merry Christmas to all and to all-wait not you, I don’t like you.”

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS LOVELIES! I hope this request was what you were looking for when you requested! I had a lot of fun writing this! I hope it’s not too choppy because I did write this mostly on my phone while I play Monopoly with my family. I hope this holiday season has been amazing you guys! I love ya’ll. Reminder, our normal requests are still open now that we’re heading out of this wonderful holiday season.

“(Y/N)!!” The Schuyler sisters screamed as the opened the door.

“Angelica! Eliza! Peggy!” You screamed back, hugging each them in turn.

“We’re so glad you came!” Angelica grabbed your hand, tugging you into the house.

“Mister Jefferson is already here.” Peggy winked at you.

“Um, first off why does that matter? Secondly, why does that matter to me?” You asked in disgust.

“Well, since you and Thomas are basically made for each other. Don’t deny it!” Eliza giggled, linking one of her arms through yours.

“As if, I hate him and he hates me.” You rolled your eyes at their childish ways.

“It’s called hiding your feelings! Ask anybody, you two are a match made in heaven.” Angelica smirked, finally walking into the living room where everyone sat.

“Watch I’ll ask the boys right now!” Peggy grinned, marching over to where they sat. “Are Thomas and (Y/N) are hopelessly in love?”

“Are you kidding me? With all the sexual tension I’m surprised they haven’t had angry sex on George’s meeting table at work!” Alex exclaimed, the other boys nodding in agreement.

“Not to mention all the intense eye contact they have.” Hercules nodded, taking a swig of his drink.

“Who has intense eye contact?” Thomas asked walking into the room from the kitchen.

“Uh, George and Martha!” You blurted out nervously.

“Right…” John trailed off smirking at how nervous you were.

“Hm, I never noticed.” Thomas shrugged, plopping into a seat next to James.

“Well, you’ve never been good at noticing things…” You trailed off, watching Thomas’s posture stiffen.

“I have been able to notice things more than you ever have and besides, at least I have some fashion sense when going to a party.” Thomas sneered, leaning forward in his chair now.

“Oh high and mighty fashion God, why must you always wear such an ugly purple?” You mocked, glaring at him.

“It’s magenta! Of course you wouldn’t know that, since you are obviously color blind. I mean, look at that outfit!” Thomas raised his voice, almost yelling now.

“Hm, let’s see…If I’m color blind, why does my outfit actually correlate and yours look like it was thrown together last minute?” You scoffed at his attempts to insult you.

“Princess, this is a Calvin Klein suit. What can you say for yours?” Thomas stood now, making his way towards you.

“Don’t call me that!” You growled, meeting him in the middle of the room.

“What? Princess? You know it fits you, sweetheart.” Thomas grinned at your anger, leaning his face closer to yours.

“I said don’t!” You hissed, stepping closer to him.

“Sorry to interrupt the moment lovebirds, but look above you.” James chuckled, pointing at the mistletoe above your heads.

“Oh…I…Uh…” You stammered, blushing a bright red.

“You nervous, princess?” Thomas smirked, grabbing your face gently in his hands.

The kiss was passionate, but much too short. He pulled away before you could even process what happened. As he pulled away, Thomas looked at you sadly before turning and walking back to his seat, leaving you standing there.

“Damn, that was one kiss.” Lafayette grinned, looking between the two of you excitedly.

“Anyways, I have some gifts for you guys.” You said, breaking the tension in the room.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that!” Eliza protested, watching you pull presents out of your bag for everyone.

“Ah, but I did.” You grinned at Eliza, beginning to hand things out across the room.

As you were passing out presents, you realized you didn’t have a present for Thomas. You were feeling…guilty? Why should you feel guilty? Not like he’d ever given you a gift…but that kiss. That kiss was something else entirely, but that didn’t mean you could suddenly start hating him.

“Merry Christmas to all and to all-wait not you, I don’t like you.” You said, finishing up passing out the presents to everyone except Thomas.

“Wow, really feeling the love babe.” Thomas said snarkily as everyone tore open their presents.

“Oh, it’s not like you got me a present.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Ah, that’s where you’re wrong.” Thomas said, pulling out a package from behind the chair he was sitting in.

“Wait, what?” You asked in shock.

“I’m not heartless, (Y/N).” Thomas made his way across the room to you, handing a small red package to you. “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).” Thomas almost whispered.

You slowly opened the package, everyone stopping to watch you as you did. Inside was a small stuffed animal of (F/A). You giggled at the small animal with a little Santa hat placed on it’s head.

“Thank you, Thomas.” You looked up from the present to see him watching you with something you didn’t recognize, but often saw in his eyes.

“You’re welcome, I know they’re your favorite.” Thomas smiles before standing up from where he was sitting. “I should be heading out.”

“But the party just started.” You protested as he gathered things.

“Don’t want to ruin your night with your friends, love.” Thomas said, walking out of the room quickly.

“Don’t worry about the consequences, just do it.” Alex urged you as you continued to stare where he was just sitting.

Without a second thought, you sprinted down the hall after Thomas. He had reached the staircase and was about to walk around it to the door. Building up all the courage you had, you ran faster and faster until your arm was able to reach out and grab his wrist.

“Wait, Thomas.” You gasped out, your breathing labored from running.

“Babe, are you okay?” Thomas asked, looking concerned.

“No I’m not.” You huffed out, starting to feel your breathing normal again.

“Um, okay. You going to tell me what’s wrong then?” Thomas raised a brow at you as you tried to think of what to saw.

Looking up at the ceiling to try and find inspiration, you were surprised by your luck. Breathing out a quiet sigh of relief, you looked back at Thomas and pointed at the ceiling. You watched Thomas’s eyes widen as they saw the bright mistletoe hung above your heads.

“Who keeps hanging all this damn mistletoe everywhere?” Thomas shouted in exasperation. Laughs could be heard throughout the house at his yelling.

“Thomas, I-” You began, the words finally coming to you.

“They’re not here, (Y/N). You don’t have to kiss me this time, sweetheart.” Thomas said, a tinge of sadness in his voice as he said these words.

Not letting yourself think too much, you grabbed Thomas and kissed him deeply. His lips were sweet and gentle against yours. Thomas held you as tightly to him as he could. The only thing to end your kiss was the both of you being out of breath.

Pulling away from the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours. Your breathing was in sync, it felt as if the two of you were one. You started to giggle, it was crazy wasn’t it. You were suppose to hate each other, yet here the two of you were making out in the Schuyler Sisters entryway.

“What’s so funny, love?” Thomas asked, stroking your face gently with his hand.

“I just realized that all this time, I’ve loved you. I thought I hated you, but I was so wrong.” You laughed again, Thomas joining in with you.

The two of you were very different and no neither of you were perfect. How blind the two of you had been to not realize that what you thought was hate, was actually love. You completed each other in ways you could never imagine.

Actually, on that note, I’m looking to make the pants next for my Bendy cosplay.  Thing is, the torso is a long-sleeved leotard, so the pants would need to fit under it (it snaps in the crotch) and then go straight-leg the whole way down.  I don’t want any extra material around my hips, since they’re already wide enough and I’m trying to minimize them womanly curves inside this suit.

The pants will also need to tuck into the shoes, which look like this for reference:

Does anybody have any decent patterns or recommendations for me?

xbxbxb123-deactivated20170305  asked:

I'm having a hard time figuring out what I would be because I'm so complicated. Are you considering making a personality test thing? (For classpects)

Maybe, now that you bring it up! We haven’t thought about that. However, I am willing to help you out with this. Keep in mind that multiple classpects you will probably feel suit you. You just choose the one that you think suits you the /most/. For example, I think I’m a Rogue of Space, but Rogue of Rage and Seer of Heart (and probably more, but those are the ones I can think of right now) also suit me. I just think that the Rogue of Space represents me, and where I need to develop, the best. 

There are tests available to help you get a starting point, one I like to use is here:

I recommend then looking up your classpect to make sure it actually fits. Since it’s based highly on personality, I recommend Dahni’s analyses. In fact, if you look at the way we write out personalities for the classpects, they’re very similar.

Anyway, I’m gonna list short Blips on each class and aspect. Choose the ones you feel might suit you, and then mix and match them until you feel you have the right classpect!

Also, just for reference, mainly for princes and Bards, here are the inverses of each of the aspects and classes, in my opinion (I follow Bladkindeyewear’s classes)

Witch <—> Seer

Heir <—> Mage

Prince <—> Sylph

Bard <—> Maid

Thief <—> Page

Rogue <—> Knight

and for the aspects-

Space <—> Time

Heart <—> Mind

Blood <—> Breath

Light <—> Void

Rage <—> Hope

Life <—> Doom


Witch: Witches are often rebellious, and probably rebel against something in their aspect, without ghosting the opposite. For example, Jade not feeling like everything is random, which is represented by space. They’re also probably optimistic and enthusiastic! Witches however, need to make sure they use their powers in a moral way, and also to inspire others and act!

Heir: Heir’s vary pretty heavily based on aspect. They tend to have a shitton of their aspect, kinda like they inherit it. Like John is the embodiment of breath! They’re kinda like extreme versions of their aspect in a way. A Heir of Heart would be VERY empathetic and emotional, while one of Mind would be very smart, unbiased and logical, both to large degrees.

Mage: Mages tend to suffer™ because of their aspect. For example, Meulin got taken advantage of because of her heart. However, because of this, they tend to have a very good understanding of it.  They’ve basically become wise through pain, and their wisdom is related to their aspect. In case this is a little confusing, a Mage of Blood might end up with a lot a responsibilities that aren’t theirs to burden, but because of this, they know how to cope with them and how to be responsible. They need to make sure they don’t close off to new ideas about their aspect. They also need to make sure they don’t hate on themselves.

Seer: a Seer will struggle with what to do with their aspect. Like Rose knew fuck-all on what to do with all the Knowledge she had gained with entering SBURB. Another example would be me, even though I’m not a Seer of Heart, a Seer of Heart-y thing that I do is have trouble choosing something in particular to be passionate about, because there’s lots of things I want to do from a, like, hobby or something, or politically, when first introduced I can easily see both sides and may have trouble choosing at first. Seers need to get better at using their knowledge to act and to trust themselves.

Prince: Princes tend to act a lot more like their opposite aspect as they destroy theirs. For example, Eridan acting like there’s no hope and was about to turn against the team, when he’s a fucking HOPE player. They also tend to have too much of their aspect, and then not enough. Like Dirk being the type of dude to have a breakdown at 3 AM and then refuse to acknowledge it happened and act emotionless at 4. Princes also may be a little self absorbed, thinking about themselves more then others. They need to make sure they don’t completely demolish their aspect within themselves or other people.

Bard: Bards tend to be Laid back, while also acting more like the opposite aspect. Bards tend to have a crisis, where some sorta thing happened and it rekt their asses and then they act more like their actual aspect. They also passively destroy their aspect, so in a personality way, a Bard of Heart would act really emotionless, and tend to make the people around them a lot less passionate and emotional too, even if it’s not intended. They need to make sure once they have their crisis, that they aren’t taken over by their aspect.

Maid: Maid’s tend to rely of others for their aspect, but as they develop, they begin to rely on themselves and be able to give it to other people! For example, a Maid of Void would a first need people to tell them what not to care about or to ignore, and as they continued they’d choose what to not give a fuck about for themselves. They’d go from the consumers to the creators.

Sylph: Sylph’s tend to be the ‘mom friends’. They fix whatever lack of their aspect they notice, but they need to make sure they act, and don’t start thinking they’re powerless. They heal through their aspect, in a sense. Like a Sylph of Hope would go around cheering up anyone who looked remotely sad! They also would have very strong availability of their aspect in them, like Aranea being so darn knowledgeable. They’re willing to give it away.

Thief: Thieves tend to be self centered like Princes, though they stem from different sources, as the thief is likely insecure, and Princes are proud. They also might have a big ego and weak morals. They also steal their aspect, so like a Thief of Heart might become very passionate about a thing, but the original person loses interest in it because of that. Thieves need to learn to allow other people have their aspect, like (Vriska) allowing Meenah to have some attention.

Rogue: Rogues tend to be cheerful and playful! They also are uncomfortable with their aspect and they think they aren’t good with it. They give their aspect away, thinking they can’t handle it, they’re aren’t good enough. For example; me! As a Rogue of Space, I’m very uncomfortable with how random the world is, and I often times think my art isn’t all that great. I also don’t think I’m good enough to accomplish maybe my story ideas or art ideas, so I’ll give them to a friend. Rogues need to learn to become confident and comfortable with their aspect.

Knight: Knights tend to have a facade of their aspect, hiding the fact that they don’t think they’re good with their aspect, which can get pretty complicated. I guess the best way to explain it would be Karkat thinking he’s shit w/ people, let wanting to be leader. Knights are insecure but fuck if they’re gonna let people know that. They need to tear down their facades and become more open, and realize that they’re good enough.

Page: Pages are at first, HORRIBLE with their aspect, but think they’re fine. Like Travos acting all cool and confident, while being a fuckign nerd that relies on people. Pages, however, can become the best with their aspect if they keep at it! Their potential is overwhelming! They need to learn they they need to improve with their aspect and not to give up!


Space: Space players tend to be creative, optimistic, and in the now! They may also be spontaneous. They’re often interested in fashion or art (or both)! Space players also tend to be feminine. They need to learn to find a middle ground between having their heads in the clouds or being ten feet underground.

Time: Time players tend to be a tad pessimistic, masuline, and patient. They also probably believe in things like destiny. Time players probably have a good sense of timing and might play an instrument. Time players might be too independent or dependent, and they need to balance.

Light: Light players tend to be knowledgeable, analytical and lucky. They also are probably aware of their surroundings. They also might believe in some superstitions and such, like a Rabbits foot being lucky. Light players need to break the walls down around their emotions.

Void: Void players tend to be able to hide, or go unnoticed. They might be ignorant or unaware, but more likely they’re the ones that know peoples secrets. They might need to break out of their shells. They also might have a drinking problem, tho not necessarily alcoholic. See: Equius (or me drinking all the goddarn apple juice).

Heart: Heart players tend to be passionate and emotional people. They are probably impulsive and biased. They also are probably pretty intense shippers. They need to learn to control their emotions, but not repress them.

Mind: Mind players tend to be logical and unbiased. They might also be unemotional. Mind players are very good a judging things and making decisions. They need to get better at looking at the emotional side of things.

Breath: Breath players tend to be carefree and fun people! They are hard to tie down and probably dislike commitment. They’re probably disconnected and apathetic to people. They’re free people, and I’m personally having trouble of thinking of one thing in particular Breath players need to learn. I know there’s something though.

Blood: Blood players tend to be responsible, leaderly types.They tend to be attached and stubborn, and are probably quite social. They need to make sure they don’t take too much responsibility. 

Hope: Hope players tend to be cheerful and, well, hopeful! They might be naive or reckless. Hope is seen as a very powerful aspect. Hope players need to make sure they don’t blindly accept things, but also aren’t too skeptical.

Rage: Rage players tend to be skeptical and very, very grumpy and pissed off. Rage players, despite their stigma, are not inherently evil. They are negative people though. They’re very doubtful. They need to learn to control their anger.

Life: Life players tend to be rebellious and hyper! They also are reckless and very dominant people. They may be ‘larger then life’. They’re energetic, but have few boundaries. THey also might be a bit selfish. They need to find a balance with their energy and what rules they break.

Doom: Doom players tend to follow rules and be very pessimistic. They’re very cautious and may be downers. They often have a ton of self control. They’re very selfless in the end however. They need to learn to allow themselves to live and not sacrifice everything. 

[Translation] Otsukiai no Katachi - Nishijima Yuuta

This series is an R18 drama CD (not meant for minors. There will be explicit terms used in this CD) by Apricot.
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Hello! Here is my second translation as requested by a reader. Please reblog or link to my original posting here on tumblr  if you wish to share this translation!

Summary: You belong to the same club as your friend, Nishijima Yuuta. But one day, Yuuta calls you out somewhere, and confesses to you, saying “I want you to go out with me.” After this, you two begin dating.
Furukawa Makoto

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