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My Perfect Type ~ Kim Taehyung [SMUT]

Group: BTS
Member: Kim Taehyung
Type: Fluff/Smut
Word Count: 2238

When I get asked about my “perfect“ type, I often hesitate and struggle to find an answer. Because the truth is, I don’t believe that such a thing exists. You don’t fall in love according to your perfect type. You fall in love not because you decide that person suits you the most, you fall in love because your heart decides. When you fall for a person you don’t immediately stop feeling attracted towards them because they might not have blue eyes, brown hair and perfect skin like you want them to. People often fall for someone because of the way they behave. They might fall for the little things you do. The way you greet every person you pass by so kindly, the way your eyes light up when you’re rambling about the things you’re passionate about for hours or the way you wear your hair up in a messy ponytail and walk around in your pajamas all day on a Saturday. The cute little noises you make when you try your hardest not to fall asleep on him. Maybe they’ve fallen for you because of all the little things you don’t even realize you do. Maybe before they’ve started talking to you and got lost in your eyes, you weren’t their type either. 
I turn my head to Taehyung, his eyes are glistening under the moonlight as his gaze is fixed on the road in front of him, a slight smile tugging on the edge of his cherry lips. I bite down on my lower lip and nod to myself.

Maybe I wasn’t his perfect type when we first interacted but I’m the person he’s loving so passionately, the person he can’t go seconds without talking to, the person he calls beautiful every morning and I’m alright with that. I’m alright with him being the person I’ll be introducing to my parents as the person I will love until the rest of our lives.
That’s why, when I get asked about my ideal type I often respond with “I don’t have one” because I can’t tell them the truth. I can’t tell them that my ideal type is Kim Taehyung.  All I ever wanted was someone with a good heart and soft touch. Someone who can talk about their favorite things for hours and get totally lost in it. Someone who is willing to hold me during my worst nightmares but also can let me go when needed. Someone who hugs me from behind and tells me that everything will be alright when I’m feeling anxious. Someone who is proud to show me off in front of his friends, someone who tells me I’m pretty and kisses my forehead when I don’t feel like facing the world. Someone who gets jealous when I’m talking to another man but when confronted, won’t admit it. Someone who can tell me those three magical words over and over again and make it feel like the first time.
And I’m proud to have found that someone who I was never planning on meeting, someone who I thought I would never date until the day of our first date and since then, I’ve been proud to be his perfect type.

He puts the car into park and turns off the engine.
“Ready?” He asks, ripping me out of my daydream and I turn my head to the door to my house. The door my parents are waiting anxiously behind for our arrival, to finally meet my boyfriend. I gulp, feeling the anxiety raise inside of me. A lot of thoughts are running through my mind and I start feeling sweaty. Suddenly I feel his warm hand take mine into his and turn my reddened face towards him. He’s smiling at me passionately, his gaze meeting mine.

“It’s okay.” he says, his voice coming out in nothing more than a whisper. He cups my face with his hands and runs his thumb over my cheek, nodding understandingly. “I’m sure they won’t be able to hate me. If I was able to make you fall for me, I’m sure I’ll enchant them the minute we walk through that door.” he continues and points past me at the door at the end of my driveway.
I nod at his words and smile back at him once before placing a peck on his lips.

“You’re right. We’ll do fine.”

Taehyung exists the car before me and I watch his masculine frame run around the car to my side and opening the door for me. I giggle at his cute behavior and take his hand into mine. He lets the car door fall shut behind me and intertwines our fingers. The coming home light at the end of the driveway turns on and I hear familiar voices coming from behind the door.
“Ready” Taehyung asks, looking at me reassuringly.  Something inside me softens by his confident tone and gives me the last strength to do this.

I’m staring at my dad across the table, poking the steak on my plate with my fork. He doesn’t notice my worrying expression and keeps his eyes peeled on Taehyung sitting next to me. His hand takes mine under the table and circles the back of it with his thumb. I turn my attention towards him to see him smiling at me brightly. “Eat or your dinner will get cold.” he suggests, gesturing towards my poked food.
I let out a loud laugh and nod, shoving a piece into my mouth as I try to avoid eye contact with my dad. I hear a loud groan but decide to ignore it to not make things even more comfortable.
Mom is running around hectically, making sure Taehyung is not missing anything.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything else?” she asks, for what feels like the tenth time this evening.

I roll my eyes, feeling a hint of embarrassment by their behavior. “Mother…” I groan annoyed but Taehyung cuts me off.

“No it’s okay, thank you. Thank you for the food and welcoming me so heartily.” he answers in a soft tone, stroking your arm under the table.

I turn my head towards my mother and see her admiring Taehyung. She lets out a sigh, tilting her head to the sight to get a better view of him.
“What a lovely young gentleman and so handsome, you must feel proud to have him by your side, Y/N.”
I smile at her words, glad to have her think of him like that.
“Always take care of her like she’s the only treasurable thing in your live. If something happens to my babygirl because of you.“ my dad finally speaks up, raising his voice as he continues rambling. I want to cut him off in fright that Taehyung won’t understand his words as teasing.

“Don’t worry sir. I already think of her that way.”

I turn off the light in the bathroom and crawl into bed, lifting the covers over my body. Taehyung enters the room shortly after and winks at me from across the room. I giggle, lifting the covers over my head to silence my laughter.
Taehyung jumps into bed next to me and lifts the covers off my body, throwing them away. His gaze meets mine. He steadies his masculine body over mine and smiles gently.
“You did well today.” I admit, running my thumb over his cheek. A smile tugs on the edge of his lips by my confession.
“It was so hard princess…” he moans teasingly and pouts at me. I giggle, hitting his arm playfully.

“I should get something for my hard work.” He says, looking at me with big eyes. I furiously shake my head. “No, we can’t.” I respond, catching onto his train of thought and looking at him in disbelief.
He hits the bedding next to my head in frustration before looking at me again, biting down on his lower lip teasingly. “Please…”
I hesitate for a moment, trying to stay strong. “Remember what my dad said?” I ask and Taehyung nods knowingly.

“I’ll cut off your balls if you lay one of your filthy hands on my daughter.” He answers in a mocking voice and you can’t help but giggle at his impression.

Taehyung hands land firmly on each side of my head and he leans close to my face, so close that I can feel his breath brush across my ear. “Let’s keep it down.” he growls into your ear, placing a kiss on my earlobe.
A sharp sound of pleasure climbs my throat and I wrap my arms around my neck, threading my fingers through his wet hair, holding him to me.
Taehyung puts his hands on your waist, his fingers gently drifting along my back down to my hips, teasing the skin just beneath the waistband of my pants. He bends his head and places a soft kiss on my lips. The kiss grows deeper, hungrier until he breaks away from my lips and sears a trail of kisses down my neck, his hand roaming freely up my leg. I arch against him, pressing my breasts into his chest, looking for some relief for the ache that is spreading through my body, beating a pulse at the apex of my thighs.
He angles his head and deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine. I dug my nails into the back of his neck, trying to anchor myself to the ground.
He abandons my lips and blazes a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone and down the V-neck of my blouse, to the curve of my cleavage.
“You, Y/N.” he rasps. “Need to be unbuttoned, very badly.”

He slips the top button of my blouse through the hole. The fabric separates and he bents his head, kissing the slice of newly revealed skin. He reaches the button beneath my bra, kissing down my stomach until my shirt is completely gone. He traces a line up my midsection with the tip of his tongue. He pushes the blouse off my shoulders and I buckle my hips to help him remove it easier.
He pushes his thigh between my legs, grinding his erection into my hip and covering my mouth with his. He reaches behind me and unclips my bra, letting it fall loose. Taehyung leans in and runs the flat of his tongue over your hardened nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth. A sharp, hot arrow of desire hits me straight in the stomach and radiates out. My core aching.
He releases my nipple and his eyes wander down the body below him, licking his lips in satisfaction. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

He puts his hands on my thighs and pushes my pants down, revealing more skin. “I want these,” he moves his hand to the top of my leg, brushing his thumb along my hipbone, over the thin fabric of my lazed panties, “off.”

Before I can even process the rough words, he hooks his fingers into my underwear and starts tugging them down my legs.
“So much better.” he says, smirking at me seductively before he crawls off the bed and kneels down in front of my entrance, pulling my body closer to him.
When he leans in, his broad shoulders force her legs apart.
The first pass of his tongue over my flesh shocks me and I buck beneath his mouth, the pleasure so sharp, so intense. He grips her hips, blunt-tipped fingers digging into my skin as he holds me still, forcing me to submit.
I cover my eyes with my arm, my hips moving in time with the strokes of his tongue. I let out a silent moan of pleasure and press my body into his tongue. Suddenly he delivers a harsh slap to the inside of my thigh and I groan out in pain. Taehyung looks up at me from between my legs, his lips glistening.
“We don’t want to get caught, do we?” He asks teasingly and I shake my head.

He releases his hold on one of my hips and drops his hand down between my legs, his fingers joining with his mouth. He teases the entrance to my body with his finger, just teasing as he continues to taste me. I bite down on my fingers and squeeze my eyes shut to suppress moans from slipping out accidentally.
Then he slides a finger deep inside, stretching me while his tongue works its way over my clit again. I moan out in pleasure, pressing myself wantonly against his hot mouth. I want everything he can give and more.

He growls low in his throat and grabs my ass, delving his tongue deep inside.
“Is this what you want?” he says, sliding a finger deep inside at the same time he captures my clit between his lips, giving it a brief tug.
I pant and arch against him. “Yes, more.”
He adds another finger, and then slides them both in and out of me, exhaling his own groan. “You’re so tight baby.”

When I feel the knot in my stomach tighten, Taehyung releases himself from my sex and steadies himself over my body again. I curl my legs tighter around his body. He presses his lips against mine in a passionate kiss, his hands cupping my thighs, hooking them around his hips. He rocks his erection against me, creating glorious friction. I mewl and gyrate my hips underneath him.
“Tell me what you need.” he commands. I bite down on my lower lip and try to catch my breath. Just as I clutch him close, he quickly clasps my hands and pulls them over my head with one hand.
While I inhale deeply, he presses his hardness against my sex and locks eyes with me. “Tell me what you need.” he repeats, raising his voice at me slightly.
“You, daddy. Just you.” I repeat between heavy breaths.

His lips form into a smirk at my words and he nods, pulling his boxer shorts down with his free hand, revealing his erection to me. “That’s all I ever needed to hear.”
He pumps himself a few times, silent moans escaping his lips. I watch the pre-cum leak from his tip and lick my lips hungrily. He uses his hand to squeeze my thighs and lock my legs in position. The head of his cock bumps into my fast-slickening opening and my juices damp my inner thighs. His fingers dug deeply into my flesh. He hands control over to me for a few moments, groaning as I buck forward and impale my entrance on the smooth, hot steel of his cock.
I rear up and his cock struck my clit, sending electric quivers of pleasure through me. He slowly eases himself further into me, filling me up completely and holding his thrusts to help me adjust to him.
He quickens his pace, his thighs hitting mine, pressing me further into the mattress. He watches our bodies as one and he rims my opening with his fingertip, circling around his dick.
He grasps my bottom, squeezing my butt cheek as he quickens his thrusts. I moan out at the sensation, feeling my  walls tighten around him.
I let my head fall into the white bedsheet and moan out as my orgasm rushes through my body.
Taehyung thrusts into me faster when he feels me coming around him and feels his orgasms rush through his body, groaning as he comes onto my stomach.

I’m sitting at the table, still exhausted from last night’s activity. I’m quietly chewing on a piece of bread, with my hand stroking Taehyung’s hand gently when suddenly my brother speaks up. “Did you sleep well Taehyung?” he asks, grinning mischievously. I gulp, feeling the blood rush into my cheeks.
Taehyung looks between him and your brother and nods. “I did.”
“Was impossible not to hear.” He answers quietly, his words coming out as nothing more than a whisper as he giggles.
My dad clears his throat and leans closer to my boyfriend. “What did I say about laying a hand on my daughter?” he asks.
I suddenly feel a rush of anxiety run through my body as I notice the smirk tugging on Taehyung’s lips. He leans in closer, his mouth only a hairs-breadth away from my dad’s.
“I can’t help that your daughter calls me daddy too…” he answers, winking at him before leaning back into the chair.

I nearly choke on my toast by his words and look at him with big eyes. Maybe my perfect type isn’t so perfect after all.

Love, Youngmi

Randy Orton - Take It Out On Me

Randy Orton - Prompt #8: “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” 

Requested for @amberhere-hi.

Warnings - Swearing and Implied Smut

Word Count - 776 words.

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

Being ‘The Viper’, Randy Orton’s girlfriend was difficult in itself, with the crazy schedules, strict routines but when things didn’t go to plan - being Randy’s girlfriend became a lot harder. You see, Randy’s control over his temper was awful; if he was pissed off in the slightest everyone in that arena would know and that is exactly what you were dealing with tonight.

As you placed your hand on the door of your boyfriends private dressing room (perks of being well respected in wwe) you could hear the sounds of things being thrown and broken along with the animalistic growls and grunts of rage. Sounds you were well aware that ninety percent of your co-workers had hear by now. You delicately knocked on the door, pushing it open ever so slightly. His eyes were blackened with rage, sweat dripping from his head all the way down his perfectly toned torso, the veins in his neck protruding as if they were going to burst - this was undoubtedly the worst you had seen him. But damn did he look hot, you bit your lip as you stared at him and your mind wandered to how rough he would be later tonight. Get you mind out of the gutter woman you mentally snarled at yourself; preparing to interrupt the ongoing ferocity of your boyfriend, considering he still hadn’t seen you standing in the doorway.

“RANDY!” you shouted at the top of your lungs slamming the heavy metal door just to make sure he heard you. He instantly dropped the chair he was milliseconds away from launching at the wall behind him, the feral look in his eyes was still present but the bulging vein in his neck receded as he relax his muscles. “This is ridiculous Randy, the whole fucking roster can hear you! Why are you even angry. You won!” you huffed flailing your arms in exasperation.

“Why am i angry? That match was a shit show! “ Randy roared throwing another water bottle at the wall. “Harper botched every single move, he didn’t sell properly and he went completely off of what we planned!” Randy roared launching another bottle at the wall.

“Baby, just calm down” you said soothingly your mind still reverting to those dirty thoughts you knew that this wasn’t the right time for.

“Calm down? Calm down? I haven’t built up my reputation for this many years to have it fucked over by a greasy, hairy -” the rest of his words were lost as your mind took over and you began to admire everything about him in that very moment: his sweat drenched abs, wild eyes, heaving chest. Everything about him was making your hot and bothered - even just the way his voice had become hoarse from all the shouting. “Y/N are you even listening to what I’m saying?” he questioned sounding even more pissed off. Your cheeks flushed a light crimson as you caught you nude lip between your teeth.

“I kinda zoned out” you muttered twirling your hair in your fingers. His eyes widened in disbelief - his mouth doing the same. He was just about to speak before you silenced him by walking towards him and dragging his muscular frame down to your height to embrace yourselves in a passionate and rough kiss. You pulled away and saw a change in his eyes, the barbaric look still there yet it was now accompanied by one you knew oh so well; Lust. “I zoned out because you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” I couldn’t help it, just looking at you. God Randy nobody else could ever do this me” you rambled and he looked down at you smirking. Within an instant he had you pinned up against a wall, your mouths meeting each others once again. Tongues and teeth colliding in a steamy and desperate kiss.

“Babygirl you do the exact same thing to me” Randy spoke as he leaned in to place kisses along your neck and down to the low cut of your v-necked blouse. His hands were gripping you hips insanely tightly telling you he was still reeling with anger - that’s when an idea pinged into you head, one that would get you exactly what you wanted.

“Randy, take out all your frustration out on me” you whispered with a sultry tone and a cheeky wink to end your sentence. As soon as the words left your lips he slammed you onto the sofa in the centre of the room and you smirked as he climbed on top of you. 

Looks like the roster will be hearing a different collection of noises tonight.

A/N: Hey guysss! I absolutely loved this request - it seems slightly smuttier than usual but oh well! I hope you all enjoy it. Also i absolutely SUCK at titles so :/ but never mind. Also our requested are open only until tomorrow so requests anything you want now before they close! ~ Moxxii

anonymous asked:

What would you recommend wearing to go see a theatre?? Like something formal but still kinda casual?? I hope it makes sense 💕

oml this reminded me of bokjoo’s classical music date with the doctor from weight lifting fairy ; u ;






Day 1 - EruMika Week 1 - Kaleidoscope

EruMika Week 1: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

Rated: T | Words: ~2900

I’m back on the writing block.  So many ideas, so little time.  EruMika is scorching, I love the idea of it!  I couldn’t help but throw in some rivamika, because they will always be my number one OTP… And I just fucking love triangles because, let’s face it, they’re just hot!  (OT3, people.  OT3: rivamikawin)

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“Mikasa Ackerman.”

Lifting her head from her packet and releasing the end of the pen she was chewing, she craned her neck in search within the large Starbucks locale of whoever sported her name.  Her eyes met with piercing ones – a short man with an undercut and a cravat. 

“Levi Ackerman,” she replied with a teasing tone.  With a small, polite curve of her lips, she arose from her chair and shook his hand as he extended it. 

The Ackermans were very known defense attorneys – they were good and they were dangerous.  Rarely do they encounter face-to-face, much less talk to one another in public, Mikasa absently thought that this must have been the third time they spoke to each other. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” she asked, slightly breathless from reviewing her case.  She had been sitting at her usual, cozy corner for the past two hours mulling over some vague details.  She would have to remind her assistant, Sasha Blouse, to correct them.

“I apologize for interrupting you,” Levi glanced at the thick packet on the table and briefly observed her laid-back appearance of a crème v-neck blouse, skinny jeans, and flats.  The moment he laid his eyes on her, her youthful beauty enamored him and, from their two previous short meetings, her intellect and personality only charmed him more.  (And feeling quite old by his outfit of a tucked white button shirt and slacks, with the addition of his cravat).

Needless to say, he was captivated – and he is rarely so. 

“Oh, it is quite alright,” Mikasa gave a low chuckle while tucking her hair behind her right ear.  Turning her head, she shuffled her scrambled papers into a semi-neat pile and sandwiched them as she closed her laptop.  All the while, she gestured the seat in front of her with her chin, “Please, sit.  I tend to get a little carried away when I get too engrossed with my cases.”

Levi thanked her as he took his seat, eyeing the paper mess in front of him with distaste. 

Settling herself down as she pushed her work aside, Mikasa clasped her hands and twined her fingers together.  “How may I help you, Levi?”

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.  “Nothing drastically important.”  A strange action, Mikasa noted.  One of Levi’s well-known qualities was his air of confidence that was almost arrogant. 

She remained silent as he cleared his throat, a fist held close to his mouth.  At the same moment, a waiter came by and set down two tall drinks of iced Americano.  “I actually knew you were going to be here and decided to take this chance to talk to you.”  As the waiter left, he gently shoved one of the drinks to her.

“Oh, thank you…and what did you want to talk about?”

After taking a sip of his drink, he stared at her directly in the eyes, “You were Pixis’ golden girl.  2008, the case regarding his presidential campaign.  You proved that fabricated evidence was used in an effort to extort money from Dot Pixis.”

Also taking a sip of her own, she shook her head, “That was 6 years ago.”

He grinned, his eyes turning dark with impress, “It was a noticeable feat.  It was one of the first cases you received after graduating from Harvard Law.  Many decided that if it were not for your brilliant handling on the case, Dot Pixis would not have won the election.  Thus, immediately leading him to hire you as his personal attorney.  Again, a noticeable feat for a young 26-year old woman.”

Mikasa scoffed as he mentioned her age.  It was barely a year from recently graduating and, all of a sudden, she was given a nation-wide case.  She was young – a gambler and stubborn whenever she handled her cases.  Although, Pixis did point out it was a part of her charm.  Now, 32-years old, her way of approaching her cases still remained the same. 

“And what is the point of you mentioning past events?”

“I’m just setting up the foundation to what lead to a fairy-tale romance, Ms. Ackerman,” he smiled mockingly.

Her blood ran cold, colder than the iced Americano drink within her hands. 

Levi continued, feigning ignorance to her rather obvious reaction, “And through Pixis’ Cabinet and with a little help of a presidential ball, you met a very close friend of mine.” 

Placing both of his elbows on the table, he leaned in and his smiled turned predatory, “I was there that night, Mikasa.  I watched at the corner of my eye as my colleague was reduced into a fluttering teenage boy.”

She felt her heart race and blood coloring her cheeks.  She would never forget that night.  It was – still is – the best night she ever had.  It was unrestricted and free as she wore her heart on her sleeve.

Childishly, she closed her eyes and looked away from him, whispering, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He sighed, leaning back into his seat, “My boss would be very disappointed by your response, Mikasa.  He would be extremely heartbroken.”

Snapping her eyes open, she looked at him directly in the eyes as he had done before, “Your boss?”

His predatory grin remained as he casually stated, “Why, yes, I work for Erwin Smith.”

Erwin Smith.

The man who stole her heart.

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anonymous asked:

Hi Flo! Funnily enough I'm also from Denmark and graduating soon with only 3 exams left.. Anyway! It's a tradition you wear white the day of your final exam, during your graduationparty and at the real graduation and I have nooo idea what to wear! I've been looking everywhere and I just can't find any white dresses and tops that aren't too fancy, but still nice.. Pleaseee help a girl out, thanks!!


here are some ideas :)



Tony Stark ~ Cold Suit
Word Count: 2201 

As fun as it is working for Tony, he spent so many hours working on his suits down in the basement to the point where you weren’t even sure if you even still had a job or not. The only use you seem to have for him is a catering business and wearing short skirts and low cut v-neck blouses for his amusement.

Not that you minded or anything, he never seemed to stress you out to the point where you wanted to quit but goddamn most times he drove you off the walls.

Today was one of those days because he’s been in that damn basement for almost six hours now.

“Mr. Stark, are you even still alive down there?!” Laughing silently, you attempt to carry down the glass of ice water and plate of fruit you had prepared for him.

“What do you think y/n?” As you make it down the steps, realization hits you as to why he’s been in the basement for so long.

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An excellent specimen of low budget brilliance: a withered Tina Turner wig, a make-up design touting a unibrow, excessive bronzer, and lopsided fangs, a dropped V-neck pirate blouse with an unthinkable wad of fur bulging from beneath, a silk cummerbund, some trendy palazzo pants, and a pair of Robin Hood boots embellished with a strip of fur leftover from the chest….

….I also appreciate Lumiere’s decorative unitard and rain boot combo.

anonymous asked:

I'm going into seventh grade this year and I need some ideas on clothing and shops to go to or buy. Any ideas? I don't wear a lot of shorts and never wear skirts or dresses and any colors do me i'm not really picky.

Hey! For some places to go I would suggest: (I hope that you live in America for these because I am not to sure if they are located outside the U.S.)

  • Target 
  • Forever 21
  • American Eagle 
  • Macy 
  • Kohls 
  • Any other clothing  store that is in your area I guess 

As for what to buy I would suggest getting the basics! Like a couple pairs of new jeans they could either be skinny or regular fit that is up to you and some other type of pants that is not jeans i.e. legging or sweatpants! Also some cute tops like some blouses, V-neck shirts, loose fitting tank tops that can be worn with a cardigan or a jacket, some knit sweaters for the winter time, and some loose fitting long sleeve shirts for those lazy days! Maybe even a cute jacket that can go with many things, a good one would be a green army jacket or a bomber jacket of some sorts! Also maybe look at some getting some cardigans that can be worn on a cold day! Also I am going to add in accessories as well cause why not lol! Maybe look at getting some scarves to go over the tank and wear with the jacket or cardigan! 

Here are some examples:

anonymous asked:

Can I request fashion hcs for Nekoma? Like, do they have a great fashion sense or are they a fashion disaster? Good luck with your blog!!!

(This is my shiteu. And thank you so much!!)

Tetsurō Kuroo:

  • Kuroo is not dressing to impress, but he isn’t careless about his outfits either. You could say he has a balanced sense of style, which he uses to adapt to different situations.
  • His closet has many V-neck blouses and shirts. He rarely wears a tie though, unless it’s for school.
  • He totally rocks the casual style and looks hella good with the tight ripped jeans and t-shirt with a simple monochromatic vest over. x
  • He totally has one of those shirts with the cats showing the finger, you can’t convince me otherwise. He bought one for Kenma as well to have matching outfits. Kenma hates him for this, but loves the gift nonetheless.

Nobuyuki Kai:

  • Kai is aware that people usually judge each other by the way they dress, but he doesn’t try excessively hard when it comes to his outfits.
  • His style smoothly oscillates between the smart and casual one. As long as he’s comfortable with what he’s wearing and it’s not offending everyone, he’s content.
  • He probably has these three pairs of pants that he uses most of the time because he loves the material and the way he looks in them.
  • Kai’s not who knows what talent when it comes to fashion, but his outfits are so nicely put together, students in younger years come to him for advice.

Morisuke Yaku:

  • What is fashion sense? What are clothes? This kid wears his volley jersey most of the time, unless he’s attending classes and he must be in his uniform.
  • Otherwise, you can usually see him in sport clothes, such as cotton t-shirts and shorts, as he fills most of his hours with volley practice.
  • Yaku is totally the guy you’d catch with socks and sandals in a mild summer day, or the guy that has terrible sense of color. His shirts and pants don’t often match.
  • He refuses to take advice from anyone, especially when Kuroo is teasing him with every given opportunity.

Taketora Yamamoto:

  • You know those kids who are trying really hard to be hip? That’s Yamamoto. He has those baggy pants and loose T-shirts with a cap covering his head.
  • Most of his style is influenced by the 90′s American movies or bands, just like his taste in music or books.
  • Once, he came to school with one of those golden chains necklace and sunglasses, but some girls commented on how he looked like a total loser. Never again.
  • He reads women magazines for tips on what girls like in boys’ dressing style to pick up tips and advice.

Kenma Kozume:

  • Kenma doesn’t struggle too much with his outfits. He’s trying not to attract too much attention on himself, so his clothes are not unusual or flashy.
  • He’s pretty much content if he has a hoody and a pair of jeans, or probably a T-shirt that he enjoys wearing.
  • He once tried to change his wardrobe and look more “fashionable”, putting different clothing pieces together, but he just ended being ridiculous.
  • I can bet Kuroo helps him dress up for important events, claiming that a good first impression is made through the way you arrive dressed at an activity.

Shōhei Fukunaga:

  • Fukunaga might not get observed much and neither does he talk with others a lot, so he tries to express his likes through his outfits.
  • He has a bunch of fandom shirts, either from movies or TV series, which he secretly hopes people notice and that he’d find someone with the same interests.
  • He also has these band t-shirts he wants to wear because he loves their music. People wonder how comes he wears a new top every single day.
  • He’s not very picky when he goes shopping. If clothes look nice, if he feels good in them and if they have a reasonable price, he’d get them.

Sō Inuoka:

  • His wardrobe is full of colorful blouses or T-shirts with cheerful prints, be it animals, cartoon characters or even abstract images.
  • His color themes are bright and energetic, almost like matching his joyful personality. Although, seeing him first thing in the morning might be kind of an eyesore.
  • He gets hot faster than other people, so he starts wearing shorts even from the beginning of spring. He just can’t stand the sweaty feeling on his legs through the material.
  • Certainly not between the people with a fashion sense. If he feels comfortable with what he’s wearing, he’s pretty happy and goes with it.

Lev Haiba:

  • You might look at this giant and go “Haha, what a dork! He probably dresses like one too!” but how wrong you’re right there, my friend.
  • Even if Lev himself didn’t know much when it came to fashion, a lot of his knowledge comes from his older sister who tried to rub her tips on him as well.
  • If you didn’t know how tall Lev is, you might see him in public and wonder who’s that nicely dress guy over there. He puts Kuroo to shame.  This boy should have his own show.
  • His wardrobe has many patterned shirts in pastel colors and pants in light nuances who go well be it summer or winter. He totally knows a hella lot of fancy names of different colors and palettes. 

Yuki Shibayama:

  • Shibayama is in possession of a large number of ugly sweaters with those complicated patterns because his grandmother gifted him one at every single occassion. His heart won’t let his get rid of them.
  • He secretely enjoys knitting as well and has made Inuoka a very cute sweater with a dog on it as a Christmas present. Protect this child.
  • He has some cute t-shirts with floral designs, but he’s ashamed to wear them in public.
  • He might not know much when it comes to fashion, but he’s ace if asked about anything to do with accessorizing. 

rawrlikerue  asked:

Hello! Okay so my request is Natsu actually wanting to fight Lucy. The same way that he always wants to fight Erza, or Laxus. Maybe he does this because she confessed to him she thinks she is weak, but I think it would be cute if he thought she was actually worth fighting. And then maybe turn into cute fluff idk but yeah that's my idea!

Welp, I took this the wrong way when I read it the first time and now you will have yourself a enemies to friends to lovers au! hehehe

I’m going to tag @thehexperiment because she’ll probably like this au  and my lovely senpai @lonestorm, and also @snogfairy.


“You smell like trash, Heartfilia,” Natsu growled, spitting on the ground at her feet.

“Likewise, Dragneel,” Lucy sneered. Sniffing her shirt she had worn for three times that week, she grimaced and began to walk to class.

She tried to like Natsu. She really did. But he just pissed her off more with every single damn thing he did. He loved to rip up her stories, and it would result a punch to the face for the young man every time. Yet he still did it, the moron.

“Fight me,” he said, a broad smirk covering his face. He had caught up to her in a run, and she was amazed that he even had the energy and gall to run up and tell her such an idiotic statement.

“You wish!” Lucy told him with a scowl. They had known each other for ages and hated each other every second of it. Six years, thirty two days, forty seconds and eight milliseconds they had been enemies, and they sure as hell weren’t getting any friendlier. Lucy made her way to class, and sat down in her normal spot. Natsu popped in a few seconds later and flicked Lucy on the back of her head and took his seat.

For some odd reason, Natsu thought it would be a good idea to pick on Lucy. Lucy, however, knew it would be fabulous for one reason…

Lucy may or may not have a crush on him. And that picking on her gave her more time with her secret love.

Sure, it wasn’t easy for her to hate him. But when he had such a hatred for her like this, why not channel it into something that he would actually react to. She sure as hell wasn’t Juvia Lockser, her best friend, who clung to Gray Fullbuster he was god on earth. Pathetic, she thought, but she loved the girl as if she was her own sister. They had been best friends since they were young, and Juvia was amazing in math and history. But her attachment to the icy, silent man made Lucy wonder what made her like him in the first place.

“Luuuucy,” a girl said behind her, and she turned around to see Minerva Orlando giggling into her palm. “Where did you get those clothes? The garbage bin?”

Lucy’s face tinged pink with both anger and embarrassment–she actually had gotten them from the dumpster.

“Where’d you get that attitude? The bitch store?” Lucy snipped, turning around. She wasn’t about to deal with the girl that made everyone her victim. She had made fun of Levy for her glasses and Juvia for her constant crying. She wasn’t about to make a fool out of herself by letting Minerva know where she actually got her clothes from.

A sharp rip echoed through the class, and Lucy turned around in shock. Just as she thought, Minerva stood over her with a smirk and a piece of cloth over her.

“Oops! I must have tripped and caught your sleeve. So sorry, Lucy,” Minerva’s voice oozed faux compassion.

That was her favorite shirt. Instantly, Lucy’s eyes began to well up with tears.

No. She wasn’t going to give that bitch any more fuel to the fire.

Lucy pushed her chair back and turned to glare at Minerva. Minerva raised her eyebrows with a small smile, anxious to see what Lucy would do.

Lucy balled her hand into a fist, wound up, and pulled her arm back. She grabbed Minerva by the collar of her shirt. Minerva’s eyes were no longer full of arrogance, but of fear.

“Let’s see if blood will stain those designer clothes,” Lucy said with a dark chuckle, and her fist went forward to hit Minerva.

Before she could even lay a single knuckle on the girl’s face, Natsu’s fist flew through the air and punched Minerva square in the jaw. The young woman went flying backwards into the chalkboard, and Lucy could only stare.

“You may smell like trash, but if you only have one shirt that’s destined to happen,” Natsu told Lucy as he looked at her with a grin.

Blood rushes to Lucy’s cheeks. He saved her! Which meant that he didn’t completely hate her after all…

Natsu grabbed Lucy’s wrist and practically dragged her out of the school building.

“Where are you taking me?” Lucy yelled over the wind.

“You probably need some new clothes now, Heartfilia,” he told her over the whoosh of air.

Security ran after them to no avail. They were gone, and there was no use stopping them if they were going to clothes shop anyway.


“W-what do you think?” Lucy asked as she came out of the fitting room. Natsu lifted his head from his short nap in a daze. He soon found himself shocked and speechless.

Lucy was now wearing a blue v-neck blouse tucked into a swirling cream lace skirt that ended just before the middle of her thighs. For her feet she wore strappy heels, and she even wore a heart barrette in her hair.

Natsu flushed quite quickly, but had to mask it. He dropped his chin into his open hand and grasped his cheeks with the tips of his fingers as to not show his blush.

“You still look like trash,” Natsu mumbled into his hand, and Lucy grinned.

“Thanks for saving me back there,” Lucy dropped down next to Natsu on the couch.

“Huh?” Natsu asked, having already forgotten. In an instant, he remembered that he had socked Minerva in the face and run off with Lucy to Heart Kreuz, the store they were currently in.

Natsu’s blush grew deeper. Damn her and her cute feminine ways. Even if she was usually covered by her huge t-shirts and jeans, she was still Lucy. And that meant that she was hot no matter what she was wearing.

“You’re welcome,” Natsu muttered, gripping his face even tighter now.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room, only penetrated a few moments later by the sales associate asking if they would like any water. Lucy agreed and thanked the petite girl. The girl rushed away and came back with a bottle of water in hand, and Lucy accepted when it was given to her.

Silence once again filled the room. Natsu wondered what he should say and opened his mouth only to be cut off by Lucy clearing her throat.

“So I guess the secret’s out, huh?” Lucy sighed, pulling her hair into a ponytail. She cracked open her water bottle with ease and took a large gulp.

“What secret?” Natsu asked, his blush finally gone.

“I’m homeless,” Lucy told him, dropping her head low.

“Oh,” Natsu replied, not knowing what else to say.

A pin dropped in the now noiseless room, and the sales associate cried, “Sorry!” and went to go pick it up.

Suddenly, Natsu had an idea.

“Well… D'ya wanna stay with me, then?” Natsu said, rubbing the back of his head nervously. What if she said no? What if she punched him? What if she–

“Sure. As long as you don’t try to fight me all the time, I’d be fine with that,” Lucy responded happily, clapping her hands together.

“Really? You would?” Natsu perked up, grinning.

“Yeah, Natsu. Take me home,” she smiled back, and Natsu’s heart beat faster in his chest.

They had been friends for ten minutes, twenty nine seconds, and six milliseconds.

Things were going to get better, she just knew it.

Canon in D played on the stereo, and everyone rose. Natsu sucked in a huge breath and waited for his bride to arrive.

Gray Fullbuster walked in with Lucy on his arm, and the whole crowd gasped. Never in a million years would they think she would look this beautiful.

She wore a strapless, sweetheart gown in satin that fell to the floor gracefully and trailed off behind her. In her hands she clutched the red roses they picked out.

And in her hair was a red heart barrette holding back her veil.

Natsu’s eyes welled up and he wiped at them furiously. Lucy Heartfilia was about to become Lucy Dragneel, and he hadn’t been this happy in a million years.

Once they reached the podium, Lucy linked hands with Natsu and Gray stood beside them.

For the rings, Lucy had bought Natsu a ring made out of petrified wood and platinum, and Natsu had proposed to Lucy with a singular diamond encircled in smaller ones on a golden band. Lucy also cried, dabbing at her eyes and smiling the whole time.

“Natsu Dragneel, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” The priest asked.

“I do,” Natsu said, and he pushed the ring on Lucy’s left ring finger.

“And do you, Lucy Heartfilia, take Natsu Dragneel to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” Lucy answered, and she pushed the ring on Natsu’s left ring finger.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride,” the priest said with a grin.

Natsu dipped Lucy low and kissed her with vigor, tasting his lips on hers. The kiss tasted like vanilla and pine, and the taste of each other’s lips lingered.

“Luce?” Natsu asked.


“Fight me,” Natsu whispered in her ear.

Twelve years, sixteen days, fifty nine minutes, and thirty two milliseconds they had been in love, and it wasn’t getting any better than this.


Gosh this was so long! I hope you enjoyed! :)

Chapter 1

It all began that Wednesday, in a small studio where the auditions for Carmilla would be made, a lesbian series of vampires. It would be the first meeting of Natasha Negovanlis and Elise Bauman.

Natasha had made her audition for the role of Carmilla and had already act with two “Lauras” when Elise came… a dazzling smile, smooth and golden hair, an unusual energy. The two made the scene and went out of the room, beginning to talk about the series.

- Hi, I’m Natasha. Elise, right?

- Yes, nice to meet you! What did you think of the auditions?

- I thought it was super cool, something unusual, you know?

- I laughed for hours reading the script!

Natasha could not stop thinking that if she got the part it was with Elise that she would like to act with. The two returned home, waiting until next week to have the outcome of the audition. Natasha shared room with a friend who was also an actress, Elise had just moved into a small apartment in the city center with a woman who was also in the acting business.

The week slowly passed, both were eager for the outcome of the audition. Natasha was the kind of tough woman, did not show her feelings easily, she even laughed at herself because she could not cry. Elise was the opposite, completely open, devoted to her feelings, a very easy girl to live by her charisma and joy she brought to all.

The next Tuesday, Natasha received an email asking for her attendance the next day in the studio. She got super anxious so she asked her close friends to go up to her house for a “cheese and wine” to calm her anxiety the next day.

- Hey guys, thanks for coming. I’m a nervous wreck! Will I be chosen? - All her friends calmed her down, saying that of course it would work, and asked for more details about the work. - Well, it’s webseries about vampires, and I’m a lesbian - and gave a loud laugh - it’s quite funny actually, I fall in love with a human and there are several crazy situations, it will be really fun - and everyone wants to know about the rest the cast - Well, the girl who is my love in the series is called Laura, and I really hope that Elise has got the part, because Oh my God, she’s beautiful and has a great energy.

The night passed quickly and the next day Natasha arrived at the studio one hour before the combined and waited for someone to come open the door. She sat on the sidewalk and began to read a book from one of her favorite authors “Eckhart Tolle”. It took about 20 minutes and she could barely believe it when Elise stopped the bike right beside her, she looked up and said:

- Elise, how nice to see you! - And began to rise from the ground.

- Thank you, how are you? I ate all my nails! Will we be chosen? - She got off the bike and took off her helmet.

- Well, I really hope so! - And put the book in her bag. - So you’re into bikes? - Elise laughed and replied.

- Well, when not below 0 degrees, I always useit for transportation - and laughed out loud - Well, what about you? What do you usually do in your life besides get hours early in your commitments?

Natasha was delighted with the charisma of Elise. - Well, I sing, I make theater, opera, commercials, whatever comes, you know, right? But at the moment I am barista so I can pay my rent. And you?

- Well, the same as you, but I do not sing! - Elise could not stop smiling - I waitress to pay the rent, that’s all.

“Why I can not stop wondering if she is gay? I will not ask this, do not do this Elise! ”

The two were exchanging conversations about the weather, what they did in the acting life and other ordinary subjects of life, until 10 minutes before the scheduled time, the director came and found them sitting on the floor laughing.

- Hello girls, I’m glad that Carmilla and Laura are already getting along! - And he gave a strong laughter shaking the hand of the two.

At the end of the interview, the director asked for both of them to read part of the first season script to make a “table read” the next day, because the shooting would start in a week. Leaving the studio, Elise asked Natasha if she did not want to read together, cause it would be easier for them. She accepted and suggested they go to her house which was not far from here.

- My roommate works all night today, so no one will annoy us.

Bauman could not deny that there were some sexual tension, looks, talks, something there was a sexual hint, but she barely knew Natasha.

- Natasha, this apartment is amazing - she said entering the living room - and you have a great taste for decoration.

- Well, I can’t really deny it, I’m a collector! - She replied laughing and sitting on the couch - Shall we start? We’ll have a long day.

Professionalism was the most important part of the day, the two were very focused on entering the characters and give their best for the series. Around 6 pm they’ve already made it through the entire script, and Elise decided to return home.

- Thank you very much for your help, Elise.

- Thank you, Natasha, the day was very productive.

- Hey, give me your phone number so we can keep in touch - Natasha asked.

- Well… there is just one problem, you’ll have to call me or send me a text - she took out of the bag a very old Motorola phone and Natasha began to laugh out loud.

- I think you’re the only person in Canada who does not have whatsapp, Elise.

- Yes, I’m sure of it, but I will end up losing or breaking these expensive and technological phones - she also burst out laughing and gave a farewell hug in Natasha - see you tomorrow.

They met in front of the studio and Natasha gave her a hug. Elise was completely casual as always, wonderful. Natasha was accompanied by her faithful accessory, the hat.

- Elise, let’s take a picture to mark this beginning, shall we? I am beginning to convince you to buy a decent phone! - She opened the Instagram and clicked – It’s great – and she wrote “Table Read? Check ”- Perfect, let’s go Elise!

From this day on, everything started to go very fast. There was a lot to memorize, a lot to film and many people involved. The first days of filming were extremely fun, everyone was getting along and the scenes were really nice to be filmed. Ellise and Natasha had to record an interview about Laura and Carmilla as additional content to the channel.

- All right, that’s good. I’ll ask the questions and you will answer. There is no secret, just be ourselves.

They had met three weeks ago, but did not have much time to be together, were always busy or late. The interview was a moment of rest for them, just sit down and talk normally. They were side by side, sitting on a bench and leaning against a table. Elise could not take her eyes of Natasha, she was beautiful. Every question, they were approaching more and more as if the touch between them was necessary… proximity. That was something that none of them could contain.



During the weeks of filming, the two of them were getting along better and beter, always full of jokes. Once again, they would need to read the script and memorise it for the following week.

- Hey Nat, would you like to read the lines together? Today the day is just beautiful and we are done for today here in the studio… What do you think of that?

- Hmmm I don’t think I can deny it. There’s a park near here, what do you think? - Elise put her sunglasses and her purse and answered yes.

They sat on the floor. Elise was always fun and full of life. She kicked off her shoes and lay down on the grass.

- Don’t you love this? - Elise asked.

- The nature and the sun? Or be here with me? If the answer is the latter, yes, I love - she laughed and lay down beside her. Elise turned sideways looking at her and laughed too.

- Well, I was talking about the sun, but I also love being with you.

Natasha sat with butterflies in her stomach and said - Let’s start? We have only 80 pages to decorate.

Elise did not seem to care because she embarrassed Natasha, she was like that, did not regret speaking what she felt. After 30 minutes reading and rereading, Natasha got up and took a picture of Elise.

- Heeeeeeey I did not let you do that - she protested.

- Well, my dear, you’ll go once again to the instagram! - Natasha said, sitting again at his side. - Well, you cannot even protest, because you are totally gorgeous. - And showed the picture to her.

Elise laughed and said - Maybe you’re starting to convince me to buy a nice phone like yours!

A few hours later, Natasha asked Elise if they could continue reading the lines in your home, because it was the night that her rommate work overnight.

- All right, I’ll go home to shower and leave my bike and jump over there. You want me to bring something? - She asked putting her helmet.

- Well, m'lady, I already have everything prepared it at home - and gave an evil laugh.

- I imagine the amount of wine you have stored at home, Nat - and laughed jumping on the bike.

- See you soon, little monkey.

Elise could not choose what clothes to wear, and she was feeling an idiot because she was only going to Natasha’s house to memorise lines. “It’s nothing, just choose some clothes,” she tried to convince herself. Tired, she chose a pair of jeans, a white blouse V-neck and a leather jacket. She puts the first shoes she saw and sped off to catch the taxi that was already honking at the door.

Elise sighed and knocked on the door with a hand holding the script and a bottle of wine. Natasha opened rigth away and gave her a hug.

- I brought wine - Elise lifted the bottle. Natasha laughed and asked her to come in.

- By my count, we now have 5 bottles of wine to survive the night - she said taking the wine off Elise’s hand and putting the bottle in the refrigerator.

Bauman took off her shoes and sat on the couch. There were already two glasses of wine on the table and Natasha came bringing an open bottle.

- I can not memorise my lines if I am drunk, Natasha.

- Do not worry, wine is good for the heart - she said starting to laugh – did you took a look at the last pages?

- No, after we stopped reading it in the park I did not look over at it - she took a big sup of wine and took the script to read it - what’s on the last page?

- Well… - Natasha started laughing - it’s something we’ll have to practice, you know? - She points to the page in the script of Elise, she reads it quickly and bursts out laughing.

- Practice? – Elise rises from the couch and sat down next to Natasha.

- Well, I would say that for the sake of the scene, this would be a sensible and reasonable thing.

Elise paused, took a sip of wine and sighed.

- Yeah, you’re right, but there are still 25 pages until the page 78. Let’s start?

Natasha made a sound of annoyance and Elise laughed. After two hours, the two had already read almost the entire script (they were a little faster than normal) and stopped at page 71 when Natasha decided to ask for food.

- What do you think of asking a delicious salad of lettuce and tomatoes, Elise? - And she laughed out loud, a sign that the two bottles of wine already had effect.

- Heeeey not make fun of my vegetarianism - she gave a push in Natasha - Why don’t you ask an arugula pizza?

- Okay, that sounds nice - she types a few things on the mobile - ready, it will arrive in 30 minutes. Heeeeeey you know what it reminded me? I’ll post one things on Twitter - and gave an evil laugh.

- Naaat, what will you do? - Elise leaned her head on Natasha’s  shoulder and stared at the phone. She opened the app and wrote the text that made Elise laugh for five minutes.

- I really hope you do not mock my diet - she laughed some more and lay on Natasha’s shoulder again - Hey Nat, I don’t know if I can longer continue reading this script for today.

- Are you trying to escape from page 78, right? - She looked at Elise and their eyes met. Natasha smiled and kissed her forehead.

- Actually I don’t want to run away from this page … - Elise lifted her head from Natasha’s shoulder, not one centimeter away from her face and started approaching, she stopped so close to Natasha’s face that they could feel the warmth of each breath. Nat closed her eyes and wrapped Elise’s waist. Elise put her hand on Natasha’s face and pressed her lips on hers. From that moment, everything changed … everything that was just a suspicion fell through, the two kissed for minutes and they could not stop. There was definitely some feelings involved.

#BestYearEver: Step Up Your Career Game

Office advice and outfit ideas to help you kill it at work

We could all benefit from a little boost at work, and we’re not talking about coffee. Whether you’re on the hunt for a new job, hoping for a promotion or just want to make a great impression at work, find out how to improve your career game with our tips and outfit ideas below.

Get organized. Find a system that works for you. Buy a planner and write down everything in it, so you’ll always have something to reference if you forget about an important meeting or to-do. Or, if you prefer digital, sync your computer calendar with your phone’s so you’ll always know what’s going on.

Think ahead. Don’t put off something just because you have the time to do so. Deadlines are in place for a reason, and even if you’re constantly getting things done in the nick of time, you will always feel a little behind.

Be proactive. If you’ve been at your current job for a while, it’s easy to get comfortable with your daily routine. Pretend like you’re a new hire and impress your boss and coworkers with your go-getter attitude.

Offer your opinion. Whether it’s a technical issue that needs solving or an unprompted design idea that you came up with, your colleagues will appreciate your eagerness to help. Don’t be afraid to speak up.

Dress to impress. You’ve heard it before because it’s true - dress for the job you want. You don’t have to spend a fortune on new work clothes, but finding pieces that show your style and professionalism makes all the difference.

Office-Friendly Outfits

The Fashion Girl

Unstructured long jacket

ASOS Long Sleeve Deep V Neck Blouse

COPE Cropped Modern Trouser Pant

Crossover Sandals With Metallic Heel

Soleil Small Bucket Drawstring Bag

The Creative Girl

Denver Coat

Fitted boyfriend chambray shirt

Frida floral-print pencil skirt

Dolce Vita Wendi Heeled Sandal

Double Body City Bag

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Hands to Myself

@spikkels8 prompts are so hard to resist - Beca just can’t seem to keep her hands off of her co-captain!


Sidewalks were stupid.

They were fine, for walking by yourself.

Two people were ok, as long as there was no one coming from the opposite direction.

Three people?

Well, that left the awkwardness of figuring out who was going to play the odd man out.

A whole group of girls?

Half drunk and stumbling from the karaoke bar to Bellas’ house?

That was a whole different story.

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I don’t know what I did. I just liked the office AU from @thatonedaydream (@not-that-edgy) and had the urge for some funsies and practice. Ft KC and my girl wrecking poor Ignis and not without reason.

Warnings: Absurd Situations, Seduction Techniques? Almost?, Very Embarrassed Ignis, Everyone Betrays Him, Gladio Makes A Sex Joke, How Come That Office Hasn’t Exploded Yet.

Look I just wanted to have fun.

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Classic Film Fashion #326: Necklines and career prospects enjoy a synchronous rise for Barbara Stanwyck in Baby Face (1933).

In her pappy’s flea-trap speakeasy, Stanwyck’s Lily Powers realises that a low-neckline signals a limited career trajectory for a gal with ambition. Instead of being pawed by ‘dirty rotten men’ in a plunging V-neck blouse, she escapes to the city and buttons up. She discovers that a high neckline guarantees an ability to select beneficial paramours while remaining cloaked against social censure.

Lily proves a quick study for office fashion: Look like a lady going places and you will.

Blown Away

Requested by Anonymous: Would you be able to do a Daryl x reader where it’s the Alexandria ‘welcome’ party and the reader is anxious about going but she decides to go and she looks AMAZING and the whole family compliments her but she leaves early and bumps into Daryl and he is blown away (but they aren’t together).

Blown Away

“C’mon, Y/N.” Maggie said, holding up a nice looking blouse and a hairbrush. “It’ll be fun.”

“Do I have to go, Mags?” You whine a little. Attending a party was the last thing you wanted to do that night; a bunch of people in a small space and the noise and the fact that lots of strangers were going to be asking you lots of random questions made your social anxiety level go through the roof. “Daryl isn’t going.” You point out.

“Daryl’s a party-pooper.” Maggie smirked. “It’s a good thing he’s not going.”

“That’s rude.” You say with a giggle. “I’m a party-pooper, too. So maybe I should just stay here.”

“No, you’re fun when you want to be.” Maggie started running the brush through your hair and you relent. There’s no arguing with her when she’s made up her mind. “And if I thought I could make Daryl do anything, I’d make him go, too.”

You huff and settle back against the chair while Maggie ran the brush through your tangled hair, smoothing it out and revealing soft, light brown locks that you thought you’d never see again.


You arrived at the party a little later than everyone else. You’d spent the last twenty minutes talking down your anxiety and trying to work up the nerve to walk down the street to your doom. Well, maybe the party wasn’t ‘doom’, but it was at least ‘potential disaster’. And even the potential of a social disaster on your end was enough to make you worry. Everything that could go wrong played scenes in your head one-by-one, each scenario ending with you getting kicked out of the community.

Finally, you steeled yourself in the mirror, whispered, “woman up, Y/N” and stomped determinedly over to the party. You knocked softly on the door, hoping that no one would hear it and you could just go home, but much to your dismay, Deanna opened it.

“C’mon in!” She smiled, ushering you inside where the rest of your family was making small talk with members of the community. “Let me get you something to drink.” She disappeared for a moment and returned with a healthy-sized glass of red wine. Perfect. Just what you needed.

“Wow, Y/N.” Michonne said. “You look amazing.”

You look down at your outfit; members of the community had loaned your group nice clothes for the evening, and you were wearing a black skirt that swished at your knees every time you moved and a light pink V-neck blouse that brought out the little bit of lipstick that Maggie had scrounged up for you. Your hair was braided down your back and your bangs fell softly against your forehead. You felt uncomfortable in the outfit, but at least the black ballet flats were comfortable. “Thank you.” You say quietly, trying to deflect the attention off of you by taking a large drink of your wine.

“So pretty.” Tara and Rosita purred, petting your hair and shoulders. Both were already a little drunk.

“You do look very nice.” Rick said, tipping his glass to you in a ‘cheers’ motion. “You clean up well.”

“You do, too.” You smile. “I miss the beard, though.”

“I don’t.” Rick started to laugh.

You spent the rest of the evening lurking against a wall and hoping no one would talk to you. A few women in the community did ask you about yourself, but your answers were short and they eventually left you alone. Another woman asked for your favorite meal; she was going to cook for each of the new members, which you thought was really kind of her. Your favorite meal was steak and garlic mashed red potatoes, but you didn’t want to burden her, so you said it was cheese pizza and she left you alone again.

After about an hour of blending into the wallpaper and drinking three glasses of red wine, you decided to take your leave. That was enough socializing for one evening. You said your goodbyes to your family and to Deanna and her husband before slipping out the front door.

The night air felt delicious in your lungs. It had been kind of hot and stuffy in the house, so stepping out into the cool Virginian evening instantly improved your mood. You walked cheerfully down the front steps and began making your way home in the dark. You were only halfway there, though, when you saw Daryl standing in the doorway to an open and brightly lit garage, his back to you and staring at something in front of him. You decide to join him, and walk slowly and quietly up the driveway. You were a little tipsy and the incline was harder than normal.

“Hey, double D.” You said, standing next to him in the entryway. You weren’t sure why you called him that; you’d never called him that before, but it felt right at the time, so you just shrug.

“Why–” He began to ask, but stopped when he turned and saw you. “Whoa.” He muttered.

“What?” You frantically look down to follow his line of sight, expecting to find a huge spider or something on your chest, but you looked normal. “Do I have something on me?” You ask, spinning and trying to see what he saw.

“No, no, you’re fine.” He says and you stop spinning.

“Then why’d you say ‘whoa’?” You ask, reaching out and grabbing his arm to steady yourself. Now you were really dizzy.

“Nuthin.” Daryl went over to the bike he was tinkering with. “Forget it.”

You shrug and follow him over to the bike. You hop up onto the seat and cross your legs, looking down to where he was crouched and playing with something mechanical near your feet. “The party wasn’t fun.” You smooth out your skirt. “You’re lucky you got to skip.” Daryl just grunted and moved your leg out of the way of whatever he was trying to fix. “You’re quiet.” You say. “Well, more quiet than normal.” Daryl didn’t say anything. “Why are you being weird?”

“You’re really pretty.” He mumbled, then stood and moved to crouch on the other side of the bike to try to casually hide behind your back.

You wouldn’t let him get away, though. You swung your legs over the back of the bike and faced him again. “What was that, Dixon?” You tease, digging the toe of your shoe into his shoulder.

“I said you look really pretty tonight.” He says, still not looking at you. “I’m a little blown away.”

You start to laugh, then hop down from your perch. “Thank you. That was very sweet of you.” You lean down and kiss him on the cheek before you start to walk out of the garage. “I’ll leave you to your work. Wouldn’t want to blow your mind too much and make you mess up.” Daryl snorts a laugh and you start to giggle before saying, “Goodnight,” and heading in the direction of home.


I finished the things I’d promised myself I’d finish before I write this, plus some extra stuff. Hurray for productivity! I need to work on a project this afternoon, but if I get a good chunk of that done, I’ll write and upload “A Piece of Me, Pt. 2″ tonight.

Happy finals, lovelies!

[Part Two]