everyone is more attractive with glasses

Not Your Usual Tattoo

***PLEASE NOTE: This is Part Two of a series. You can find Part One linked below.***

Pairing: TattooArtist!Daveed x Reader

Summary: You go to a clipping. concert and get a lot more than you asked for. (This contains smut.)

Warnings: some aspects of d/s, fingering, oral sex, some biting, hickeys, hair pulling, slight dirty talk (i guess), Daveed with tattoos (tbh that’s the real killer in this AU)

Words: 6.5k+ (shit, I am so sorry)

Part One | Part Two

A/N: So this has been in the works for a longgg time and it is FINALLY done! I am so excited to release it! I hope you guys like it! <3 shoutout to @helplesslylins for being the B E S T and sticking with me through this ride! Also first fic on my rebirth account!

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You’d be lying if you said you weren’t overly excited for the concert. The past week you’ve been playing strictly clipping. Clipping. was the only thing that felt right during your commutes around the city. You knew a fair amount of songs by the time the concert rolled around. Doors were at 8 but you decided to be in the area at 7:30, there was a small line but it wasn’t anything crazy. Everyone seemed to be chill and friendly, there was excited chatter about clipping. but most of it was centered around Daveed.

“I’m just saying if he wanted to pull me backstage I would not mind.” A girl to your left spoke to her group of friends.

They all burst into laughter and you quietly agreed in your head as you unlocked your phone.

“Hey Rafael!”

You looked up, a few people in line were calling out to Rafael who was walking past. You two connected eyes for a second and he did a double take before walking to you.

“Hey! You came.” Rafa smiled, tucking his hand into his pockets.

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Glasses Wearing Guys in Manga

I didn’t include any manga that i’ve already watched an anime for and most if not all are main characters. 

Guys:

Suzuki, Yori (Ano ko no, toriko.): I don’t want to talk about how hard it was to find a decent picture of him with his glasses on. Doesn’t always wear them… one of those situations where he’s more attractive without his glasses to everyone… bleh

Hara, Youichi (Bread & Butter): An older man for you all.

Kurosawa, Ayumu (Dame na Watashi ni Koishite Kudasai): An older hottie ex delinquent type with a cold personality. 

Shishio, Satsuki (Daytime shooting star): Sadly he doesn’t wear them all the time… but he looks good with or without them!

Endou (Endou-kun no Kansatsu Nikki): Shounen ai in case you all get interested in the picture but you aren’t interested in reading that genre!

Ojiro, Kazuma (Faster than a Kiss): Almost every time there’s a student teacher relationship in Shoujo the Teacher wears glasses. I wonder if it’s a rule of the genre…

Sakaki, Momo (Fukumenkei Noise): Rude.

Mineta, Kiyoshiro (Haru x Kiyo): I want this manga to be updated already…

Shinguuji (Hetamen)

Kawasumi, Kouha (Hibi Chouchou): What a freaking cutie!

Sakurai, Haruka (Kinkyori Renai)

Kikuchi Hideo (Paradise View): Yaoi though…

Hoshino, Kaoru (Yozora no Sumikko de,): Shounen ai though…

anonymous asked:

So i have this headcannon going on in which Nesta is actually a massive flirt and insanely charming when the situation calls for it,growing up with her parents always throwing parties and all she just had to

2. can you write the inner circle being in shock and Cassian not knowing if he should handle his boner or his jealousy first?

Not sure if this was meant to be one prompt that accidentally got split in my ask box, but I’m putting them both together! Hope you don’t mind!

Glasses clinked together in cheers at the long tables in the Day Court. Helion orchestrated the event and invited the inner circle of the Night Court to join in the festivities.

For the most part Rhysand, Feyre and their small group lingered together. A few Day Court fae met them near the entrance, which prompted formal greetings and laughs meant to ease any awkward tension.

Nesta remained silent during the conversations. Promptly looking about the open interior of the room with a critical eye.

Helion approached them and made his regular flirtatious remarks. Of course he couldn’t resist reminding Azriel, Cassian and Mor of his offer to which all three declined with politeness of their own degrees.

And then Helion noticed Nesta’s gaze straying to the tables filled with food and wine.

“Perhaps I could interest you in a drink?” Helion asked her.

He wasn’t expecting much with his innocent suggestion. Nesta was perhaps the only creature who ever turned away from his stunning looks with such disinterest. It surprised the High Lord of the Day Court, but then again it made him appreciate Nesta even more. To know that she was not swayed by attractive bodies…or at the very least would not be interested in any other fae when her eyes were set solely on the Illyrian Commander.

Nesta tilted her head toward Helion. Finally acknowledging his presence and gave him a warm smile that stunned everyone around her.

“A drink sounds lovely,” she answered. “In fact I wouldn’t mind a couple of glasses if that wine is from your famed vineyards. I believe it is called “Golden Ambrosia”?”

Helion blinked before recovering. “It is indeed. I’m glad that you are a woman of such fine tastes.” Helion held out his darkly toned arm for Nesta to take. With poise of years of training that her parents paid for before they fell to poverty, Nesta placed her hand on Helion’s elbow and walked through the parting crowd toward the beverages.

In no time it seemed as though Nesta fell into this role that neither Feyre nor Elain had ever seen before. Rhysand shot Feyre a questioning look as the eldest Archeron began to strike up conversations with complete strangers.

Cassian couldn’t take his eyes of the scene before him. Nesta in a pale grey gown that was sheer down most of her legs and sleeves. Beside Helion it was as though Nesta was the she the moon to his sun.

Clearly the High Lord of the Day Court was enjoying himself. Far too much for Cassian’s liking as he saw Helion place his hand on Nesta’s back.

But seeing Nesta smiling at these fae…it did something else to Cassian. She drank wine among the dark toned fae who greeted her with open arms. And Mother above – Nesta laughed at something one of those fae said. Her head tilted enough that her hair took on a dark golden sheen in the sunlight and her eyes were clear of stress.

Then Helion whispered something in Nesta’s ear.

Cassian could barely control himself as Nesta gave Helion a bright smile and nodded in agreement to whatever he offered.

At that moment Cassian stilled. What if the High Lord had openly requested that she join him in his bed?

In mere seconds Cassian’s question was answered. Helion took Nesta’s hand and they glided out to the dance floor.

The crowd hushed and waited in anticipation. Cassian held his breath.

The musicians, following some unspoken command, began playing a soft tune. It was music that none of the Night Court visitors had heard before nor were they familiar with the dance that Nesta and Helion were following the rhythm to.

Quickly the soft tune turned lively and immediately Nesta matched Helion’s quickened pace. Others followed suite and began around each other. Matching the moves of their High Lord and the Night Court’s human emissary.

Cassian kept a watchful eye on the duo in the midst of the dancing. To his relief most of the time the dance did not require much physical contact, but those brief moments where Nesta almost brushed against Helion set Cassian ablaze.

Nesta moved so effortlessly. He never imagined the stiff postured and strict female he knew could be so fluid in her movements. Cassian couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Each passing second Nesta twirled with that small smile on her face flamed a heat in Cassian.

Jealousy and desire warred against each other as he fought to restrain himself from going out on the floor and taking Nesta far away from the eyes that now watched her. Or better yet out of earshot since he wanted to hear Nesta laugh and make noises that would be reserved to a much more intimate space.

Too soon, or perhaps it couldn’t be soon enough, the musicians played the final trilling note. Signaling the finale as partygoers applauded the performance and the dancers promptly parted ways.

Nesta approached the Inner Circle as Helion went to greet new guests that had arrived near the entrance.

“What was that?” Feyre asked when Nesta reached them.

“Surely you know what dancing is,” Nesta replied. “When we were growing up Mother had us attend lessons. Though you and Elain were never quite fond of it as I recall.”

The Inner Circle looked at each other with varying ranges of confused glances.

“So you will take dancing lessons, but you won’t accept combat training from me?” Cassian questioned with crossed arms.

He tried to reign in his emotions of both envy and desire. He also made an effort to clear his minds of the thoughts that made his cock stir in his breeches. Cauldron boil him if Nesta ever found out he was turned on just by a mere dance that wasn’t even with him.

Nesta raised a lone brow. “Perhaps if you can keep up with the next dance then maybe I will consider your offer.”

Cassian blinked. “The next what?”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “If you can’t handle it then perhaps Helion would be more than happy for another round –”

Cassian stepped forward into Nesta’s space. Stopping her words with a smirk and hazel eyes igniting with a challenge.

“Trust me Nesta. By the end of tonight you won’t even be able to stand after we’re done.”

“Is that so?” Nesta ignored the hidden innuendo. But the gleam in her eyes made it clear she understood him. “Let’s see if you have the stamina to keep up Commander.”

As the band began striking the next tune, Cassian led Nesta out onto the floor. And so began a battle unlike any other before. One in which all eyes followed them as they spun and were wrapped in each other’s arms. Yet Cassian’s burning hazel eyes did not stray from the cool steel ones that focused on him. And Nesta’s fingers never stopped stroking the muscles that flexed underneath Cassian’s warm skin.

They were answering a song that rang deep in their bones. And no one, but them alone could hear it.

neighbor! park woojin

i’m sorry (again) that this is so late! i hope you guys like it

  • you both are college students living in the same apartment complex across from each other(let’s pretend that the rule that freshman have to live on campus doesn’t exist, idk if this rule exists in other countries but i’m going to assume it does)
  • you both share your apartments with a roommate, him with daehwi and you with your friend
  • honestly neither of you go out that much so neither of you are really known in the complex, you just know woojin as daehwi’s roommate and he knows you as your friend’s roommate
  • you and woojin have classes starting at the same time, so unless one of you is off schedule you two always exit your apartments at the same time
  • because y'all live across from each other once you finish locking the door you two always turn around and end up facing each other wow awkward
  • the very first day of class it startled you both and every day after it still has the same effect
  • after you two recover from your little jumpscare there’s always a lot of awkward waving and mumbled “good morning"s IMAGINE IN WOOJIN’S MORNING VOICE TOO and blushing
  • and then comes the wordless "you go first” “no, you go first” conversation with a lot of stepping back and gesturing because it’d be weird to walk side by side down the hallway let’s be honest (woojin always lets you go first and always bows as you pass it’s actually really cute)
  • what makes things more awkward is that your friend and daehwi are friends with everyone and therefore friends with each other
  • daehwi comes over sometimes and your friend goes to their place, sometimes woojin gets dragged along and sometimes you get dragged along
  • sitting on the edge of their couch holding a glass of water watching daehwi and your friend yell at each other (conversationally), hands twitching because you want to reach for your phone but not actually taking it because you don’t want to be rude
  • so you settle for staring at woojin, who looks as awkward as you feel but ten times more attractive staring off into space instead
  • sometimes you and woojin make awkward eye contact and do the looking away speedy quick thing
  • this exact process happens way more than you would like to admit
  • just when you think this awkwardness will just last forever a fateful day occurs!! as it always does
  • this whole spiel begins with literally a two minute delay in woojin’s morning routine
  • he’s late enough so you don’t see him at the door but he dashes into the elevator just as the doors are closing
  • his face is a little flushed and he’s panting and his hair is obviously uncombed and… is currently nestling a pen
  • at first you’re confused because woojin is never late (it’s usually you hurrying, then you remember daehwi complaining a couple days ago about woojin skipping dinner to study for his midterms
  • so you ask him if he was up late studying
  • “h-how did you know?”
  • “daehwi said you had midterms. also, there’s a,,, uh,,,,, you have a pen in your hair.”
  • for some reason you get Gutsy Af and and reach over to untangle the pen from his hair
  • his hair is reALLY FUCKING SOFT and when you get the pen out your fingers like,,,,, linger for a little because his hair is so nice
  • “uhhhhhh…… thanks”
  • woojin suddenly can’t look you in the eye
  • by then the elevator has arrived onto the lobby floor and people are waiting to get in
  • “excuse me, are you two supposed to get out on this floor?”
  • a lot of rushed apologizing and you and woojin bowing as you two back out of the elevator all flustered and blushing
  • afterwards you two are walking towards campus (it’s like a minute away it’s nice) and you two both kind of look at each other and start laughing
  • the laughing doesn’t stop until you two have to part to get to class
  • honestly nothing was funny at all it’s just one of those things where you can’t stop laughing ya feel
  • anywAYS after that there was literally no awkwardness at all it’s like magic!!! honestly blessed witchcraft brought you two together
  • the same day after class you knock on his door and daehwi literally screams when he sees you at the entrance with spicy ramen and a 2-liter coke bottle
  • “WOOJIN YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU ACTUALLY ASKED THEM TO DATE YOU AFTER SO LONG”
  • “daehwi shut up riGHT NOW,,,,,, oh hi y/n what brings you here???,,, don’t mind daehwi forget what he said hah ahhahahahaha…”
  • “uh i know you have midterms and you’re up all night and missing dinner so um… i brought food and caffeine and sugar………… i hope this helps”
  • woojin takes the stuff from you sets it on their dinner table then literally runs and pounces on you
  • listen he wouldn’t normally hug someone he barely knows but like… he’s so tired and kind of delirious and he thinks you’re really cute so he just went in
  • “jesus is real”
  • you smile and hug him and rub his back and wish him good luck on studying because you realize he’s just a big hyper puppy
  • obviously now that you two are Close Pals this neighbor situation has changed quite drastically
  • big smiles and excited waves, most of the time overexaggerated as hell for jokes (imagine woojin grinning so so so wide at you and thrashing his arm around in the air like a little kid how freakin adorable)
  • ever since the Fateful Day you two have taken to bringing each other spicy ramen and coke whenever one knows the other has a long day/night ahead
  • instead of ur friend dragging you around or daehwi dragging woojin around the tables have now turned
  • you and woojin hang out just to watch mukbangs and judge the people filming them while competing to see who can catch the most grapes in their mouth
  • sometimes when woojin practices dancing he’ll forget that his speaker is on full volume
  • you’ll be scared to death by a sudden blast of some pop song followed by a yelp and loud cursing
  • at first you tried to ignore it but now you knock on their door and yell at him for a bit if you can even call it yelling like cmon how can you be mad at woojin for something as small as that
  • woojin just grins and sheepishly says sorry and invites you to watch him and give him criticism
  • you never have any to give, usually woojin just mutters to himself about all the things that need “fixing”
  • once when hanging out he told you daehwi made horrible coffee but he had no choice but to drink it because he never woke up early enough to make his own
  • you told him you don’t have anything for breakfast except coffee
  • every morning now after locking your doors you hand woojin an extra cup of coffee you made and he hands you one of his extra granola bars
  • it’s cute you two look out for each other
  • *insert daehwi complaining about how woojin never drinks his coffee anymore and the lack of granola bars*
  • you two walk to school together and everyone who sees you thinks you two are a couple because they don’t know y'all live across from each other and they’ve never seen you two together in the mornings
  • when people ask if you are both of you just blush and quickly deny it
  • but both of you are both a lil sad to admit that y'all aren’t an item…..
  • maybe one day ;)
Blind Date

Author: RuckyStarnes

Summary:   Reader has struck out on five blind dates, and it looks like number six is unlucky as well

Warnings:  None?

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader; Steve Rogers x OFC

Words: 3,220

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Chapter Two:Unexpected kiss

It’s been three days since Kells has been back in Cleveland. We’ve done absolutely nothing apart from laze around in ours sweats. However, we have watched everything on Netflix and smoked hella weed in those three days, so that’s quite an achievement! It was 10am when I woke up, Kells was still asleep. He looked so peaceful, one arm raised and under his head, his blonde hair covering his face and his mouth slightly open. I didn’t want to wake him so I carefully crept out of the bed and in to see my sister.

“Morning (Y/N)” she mumbled as soon as I opened the door. She was laying in her bed playing on her phone, probably hungover from being out last night with her girls.

“Morning (Y/S/N) happy birthday!” I leant over, kissed her head and handed her a little gift box along with a card.

“Aww thanks! Are you and K coming tonight? We’re going to that cute cocktail bar downtown.” She sat up in the bed and yawned. She definitely went out drinking last night, I could still smell the alcohol on her and let’s face it, she didn’t look great!                                                                                                                                                            

“Sure” I sat down on the side of her bed. “I definitely will, I dunno about Kells though. I’ll ask him when he wakes up.”

“Did he stay here again?!” she asked, I knew exactly what she was gonna say next so I breathed in deeply to brace myself for it… “You two need to hurry up and get together already, jeez.” She laid back down in the bed and sighed.

“Shut up (Y/S/N), he’s my best friend.” I raised my eyebrows like I was disgusted.

“We all know you like him, I think you’re the only one who hasn’t figured it out yet!” she rolled her eyes at me.

“He could legit have any girl he wanted… no, he does get any girl he wants. He’s not gonna settle for me, he doesn’t like me in that way anyway”

“I guess we’ll just find out tonight!” She smiled at me.

“Find out what tonight?!”

“You’ll find out” She rolled over and obviously didn’t want to talk anymore, so I went back to my room to see if K was up yet.

“Good morning sleeping beauty, you are awake” You joked.

“Morning” He sat up in the bed and stretched; his black vest rising up, revealing the ‘V’ line I’d always been attracted to and the XXX tattoo on his lower stomach. His voice always sounded so raspy in the morning, it was sexy. I found myself staring at him for a couple seconds, I was beginning to look at him in a different way. I didn’t realize how beautiful he was.

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I was ready to go to the cocktail bar with (Y/S/N) and her friends. I wore a black crop top that revealed my left tattoo sleeve and navel piercing, a pair of black, ripped jeans and a red plaid shirt tied around my waist. I thought I would just go casual, plus I never really was a high-heels and glitter sort of girl. I was just doing some last minute makeup touch-ups in the mirror, when Kells came down the stairs. He put both hands on my shoulders while peering over me looking at his own reflection in the mirror. He smelled so good, he always did. He almost took as long as I did to get ready though! He was wearing black, ripped jeans also, with a white t-shirt, leather jacket and of course an EST bandana wrapped around his head.

“Fuck (Y/N)!“ He said, his mouth dropped open.

“What? Should I change?” I looked down at myself, I started to become anxious and paranoid. “It’s too casual isn’t it?”

I could see his eyes dancing around my body and he took a few seconds to respond. “No, you look amazing, seriously! You ready to go?” I had seen him bite his bottom lip out of the corner of my eye but I didn’t mention anything.

“Sure” I replied.

In the taxi on the way to the bar, he was telling me about his day. He had a daddy/daughter date with Casie, they went to the zoo and painted pictures together. He then met up with his boys and chilled. When we pulled up outside the bar, Kells got out of the cab and walked around to my side and opened the door.

“Thank-you sir!” I joked and he held out his arm as if I was to cross arms with him.

When we got to the bar, (Y/S/N) and all her friends were in a VIP booth. We walked over linking arms, both of us holding a drink. “How are you in the VIP section?” I asked my sister. I was a bit confused, you had to be a ‘somebody’ to get into those. But when I looked over to Kells, he was smirking as if he had something to do with it. “You did this!” I playfully punched him in the arm “Great, boost her ego even more!” I laughed sarcastically.

“Fuck it, it’s her birthday… and you’re only 22 once, right? Let’s get fucked up!” He raised a glass of whisky and everyone cheered.

As the night went on, the drinks were going down easier and so much quicker. I was really drunk by this point. K hadn’t left my side most of the night and I felt myself becoming more attached and attracted to him. He kept catching me staring at him, but when we caught eye contact I would quickly look away. We kept exchanging contact and flirty comments here and there.
I was on the dancefloor with my sister when Kells came over with a drink for me and then grabbed me by my free hand and took me outside. He was sticking two fingers up at me signaling we were going for a joint. We went across the road and sat on a wall while he skinned up.

“You having a good night?” he pulled his weed and rolling papers from his pockets.

“Yeah, are you? (Y/S/N) is too, she’s wasted!” I replied, swaying whilst sitting on the wall.

“Good! It’s her birthday. And yeah, especially now I can get a breather with my girl, it’s so hot in there!” He took off his leather jacket and put it around my shoulders.

“Your girl?” I looked at him confused.

“Yeah, you’re my best friend right?” He was still rolling and didn’t look up from what he was doing.

“Oh” I fake laughed, how embarrassing… ”Yeah, right.” I felt my face blush slightly but was thankful he was concentrating on rolling and he didn’t see it.

“I mean, I spoke to (Y/S/N) earlier and she told me that you were into me?” He questioned. “But you didn’t want to ruin our friendship. That true?” My eyes instantly widened. “I mean I always thought we had something between us, but I didn’t wanna lose you either. Y’know?” He laughed and sparked up the joint, still not connecting his eyes with mine. He actually seemed shy and I’ve never seen him like this.

I sat on the wall speechless, why would (Y/S/N) tell K this? For one, I never said that to her and two, he just told me he’s into me?! What the fuck?!

“Can I just see something, real quick?” He asked.

“Sure, what’s wrong?” K pulled me up off of the wall and set his joint down.

We were now standing in front of each other. He was towering over me with his arms around me, I wasn’t quite sure what to do with mine so I just put them on his waist. I felt warm and safe. I felt like I’d been waiting for this moment all night. He leaned down to kiss me… “What are you doing?” I asked and jolted my head back.

“Shh.” He put his index finger over my mouth, then moved it and rested his hand on my cheek. He just held me like this for a few seconds. His eyes dancing all over my face like he had done earlier and like he’d been doing all night. He then focused on my mouth, biting his own lip first for the second time tonight. Before I knew it, his lips had crashed against mine. I put my hands on his chest, my brain was telling me to push him away, but my heart was telling me to pull him in closer. It actually felt right. I had this rush of excitement throughout my body and my legs became weak at his touch. We continued kissing for a few minutes longer, his jacket fell from my shoulders which startled him to break away. He had smudged my lipstick so he gently wiped it away with his thumb. Still holding my face, he looked at me in the eyes and smiled.

The Hunter and The Witch (Chapter 2- Bad Karma)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Desire starts to mess with reader’s head.
Warnings: Mentions of sex, swearing.
Word Count: 2.017
A/N: Thank you for the amazing feedback everyone!  I hope you’ll like this part too, and please make sure to tell me what you think! I love feedback! Kisses :*
Gif’s not mine!

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Okay, this was getting ridiculous. There had to be some switch that allowed you to shut your hormones down around very, very attractive hunters.

A specific attractive hunter that happened to give you very interesting dreams, that is.

You leaned the ice cold water glass to your neck and closed your eyes, heaving a sigh. Even though your mind was more than aware of the fact that nothing could ever happen with anyone, let alone a certain green eyed hunter, your hormones didn’t seem to get the freaking memo.

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semi-fic: Persona AU

This is a long post, saddle up for some cool stuff.

@dirkar and I have terrible ideas. By which I mean we have fucking incredible ideas. This is one of my favorite brainstorms I’ve ever been part of. Sadly, the both of us are too busy to turn this from roadmap into full fic, but also think it’d be a goddamn shame not to share what we have. Even though this is not a full traditional “fic”, I fucking love it.

Because what we have is a radical Persona AU, starring our babes, the Alphas.

This AU mixes elements of both P3 and P4.

  • The Midnight Channel exists.
  • But so do Evokers, the summoning tool from P3. Each Alpha has a personalized weapon they use as their Evoker:
    • Jane wields a very sharp fork with long tings. To summon her persona, she jams the tings into her arm.
    • Dirk has a sword, natch. To summon his persona, he inserts the blade into his chest, then whips it outward, Utena-style.
    • Roxy has bladed knuckles. To summon her persona, she flips them in her grip and slams the knuckles into her ribs like a deadly defibrillator.
    • Jake, of course, has a standard P3 Evoker in the shape of a gun. To summon his persona, he fires it at his temple.

Our setting for this story is quiet suburbia, where weird folktales like the Midnight Channel are pervasive. See, the story goes if you look into your TV at midnight on a rainy night, you will see your true love. The truth of what’s on the Midnight Channel is a little more sinister. It broadcasts a person, who then vanishes into the world of the TV, where they are trapped. They are held prisoner by their Shadow, the manifestation of their most shameful desires and fears.

SO THIS HAPPENS TO THE ALPHA KIDS OBVIOUSLY.

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anonymous asked:

i like how everyones like "michael without glasses SLAYS ME" (honestly same though) but like what if he has a rlly bad glasses tanline lmao

whats a more michael thing  than being attractive while also looking like a total dweeb

I wrote a little (rather long) imagine about Jack Lowden. Hope you like it!


Worst First Date

You stood in your hotel room, wearing a towel dressing gown with your hair wrapped up in a towel turban, doing your makeup. Six pairs of eyes were watching you as you contoured your cheeks. The guys – Jack, Tom, Barry, Fionn, Harry and Aneurin – shouldn’t have been so fascinated with how you applied your makeup. You were one of the makeup artists on he set of Dunkirk, so you spent hours putting powder on them every day. Yet you rarely wore makeup yourself, so maybe it was seeing you all dolled up that had them in raptures. Usually, you had to wake up so early, and were so busy with them, that you didn’t bother to even make yourself look presentable. There had been a small effort at first – tugging a brush through your wavy mess of hair or shoving a bit of mascara on – but by now you just chucked your hair in a messy bun and put your glasses on. You had contact lenses, but only bothered to wear them on special occasions. You were wearing them tonight. You had a date.

Working on film sets meant you had to travel a fair amount (a blessing more than a curse, let’s be real, some of the places you’d seen were incredible) but it hadn’t been very conducive to getting a boyfriend. You’d been out to a bar in the local town last week with the guys when a local French man, by the name of Mathis, had started flirting with you. He was a little older, maybe thirty, but completely gorgeous and his French accent practically made you drool. Who can resist an accent? So, by the end of the night when he’d asked you out to dinner and placed a kiss on your cheek, you were putty in his hands.

Tonight was the night, and you were dressing up to the nines. It had been over six months since you’d last had sex, and you fully intended to share Mathis’s bed. You’d done a smoked burnt orange eyeshadow, with a succulent brick red lip. As you finished with a final flourish of highlighter, just for luck, you spun around, placed your hands on your hips and struck a pose.

“What do you think? Will I do?” you questioned, popping your hip, shrugging your shoulder and batting your eyelids you show off your killer eyelashes.

“Well your face looks top, but I’d question the outfit choice,” Barry joked with a smile. “I’m no fashionista but I think you can do better than a hotel dressing gown.”

You rolled your eyes and plucked your dress off the wardrobe door where it had been hanging in readiness. It was a gorgeous blood orange number. It wrapped across the front, meeting in a plunging neckline and cinching you in at the waist. It showed off your curves in all the right places, and you always felt hella sexy in it. You hurried into the bathroom to change and threw some mousse in your hair to tame your curls. You left them down to fall wildly around your face, but in all honesty, they just fell right tonight. So often your hair had a mind of its own but tonight it seemed to be on side, happy to comply. You admired yourself in a full-length mirror beside the bath for a moment and gave a small, satisfied nod, allowing a smirk of appreciation to flicker on your lips. You went back out into the bedroom where the guys were waiting to see the finished article. A chorus of cheers and wolf whistles greeted you as you sauntered in, and you indulged them with a little catwalk-style strut down the length of the room, even punctuating it with a pose at the end. You stole a glance at Jack, who looked curiously sad.

Since you had arrived on set and met the guys, you’d always had a soft spot for Jack. He had gone out of his way from the start to make you feel at home, inviting you to hang out with the guys. You were younger than your fellow makeup and costume artists, so felt slightly out of place hanging out with them. They all had partners and children, so you usually sat like a lemon with them, not knowing what to say. Jack made sure you could hang out with the guys, who were all closer to your age and were so much fun. Jack had a killer sense of humour and wore a glint in his startling blue eyes that so often made the breath hitch in your throat. The gentle flirtations the two of you exchanged, though apparently harmless, had secretly kindled a passion in your chest that had sparked the very first time you saw him. You knew it was impossible for the two of you, there was no way he would ever like you in that way, so you had dismissed the notion moments after it first entered your head. You were too close as friends for that anyway, and you didn’t want to ruin what was quickly becoming the most important friendship in your life.

“Suitably sexy?” you asked, raising your eyebrow suggestively.

“He won’ be able te keeps his hands off ye, Y/N,” Jack said. His tone was far more serious than you had expected, which threw you off a touch. You had expected him to come out with some suggestive quip, but he just looked down and fiddled with his shirt hem.

You buckled a pair of black heels on and grabbed your purse. After some words of encouragement from all your best boys, laced with a couple of threats of, “If he hurts you I swear to god…”, you headed out to meet your date.

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Three hours later and you were back in your hotel room sobbing. The date had gone terribly and all you wanted was to take all your makeup off, get in your PJs, curl up with a cup of tea and scroll through dog rescue websites. Or have a cuddle. A cuddle would be good too.

Despite your attempts to be quiet, the guys must have heard you snivelling from the room next door. There was a gentle knock, followed by Fionn’s voice saying, “Y/N, are you okay? Can we come in?”

You quickly pulled your fluffy PJs on and opened the door to see the same crew from before, all looking concerned. You were grateful that you’d managed to wipe your makeup off before then, so you weren’t mascara stained, but you were sure your eyes were suitably red and puffy. You stood aside to let them all in, then threw yourself on the bed with a sigh.

“Didn’t go too well then?” Aneurin ventured softly.

You groaned out a “No” into the sheets, and felt the bed dip as someone came to sit beside you. They started to gently stroke your hair, fingers glancing off the back of your neck. You knew it was Jack; it smelled like him.

“What happened love?” he all but whispered.

You hauled yourself up in to a sitting position, and looked around to see six concerned men, all staring at you with so much affection that it calmed you enough to tell your story.

“It had started out alright. He did show up 20 minutes late, but he was so apologetic, and told me that he’d been caught up at work, so I let it slide. He bought the drinks, and we started chatting. It was going okay, he was making me laugh, until the waiter came over and he suggested I get a salad because he ‘usually likes his women in better shape’.” That garnered sufficient horror from the guys, which made you feel a little better. “So that set a bad tone. Obviously I wasn’t really interested after that, but I was just going to sit the date through, until I saw him eyeing up other women. He literally said the words, ‘Look at the rack on that one’ to me. But that wasn’t even the worst part. The last straw was his wife walking in and starting a screaming match with him. I tried to leave but she pushed me back down in my seat and wouldn’t let me go. I had to just sit there for half an hour while they screamed bloody murder at each other in French and glared at me every so often. It was mortifying.” You finished your tale with a huff and let Jack pull you in for a cuddle.

“I really thought he was a nice guy. I’m such an idiot. How do I manage to pick them so wrong?”

Harry sat down on the other side of you a placed a comforting hand on your knee, saying, “You’re not an idiot, the right guy is waiting for you Y/N, honestly. You deserve so much better than that, but it’ll happen.”

You hadn’t even been looking for anything serious from this date, or so you’d thought. But hearing Harry’s words made you realise how much you really wanted someone. You’d been single for such a long time, but it was more than sex you were after… it was love. You wanted someone to come home to everyday, and call your own.

“You always find the right person as soon as you stop looking”, Fionn chimed in.

“Exactly, and I bet that person is closer than you think”, said Tom.

Unbeknownst to you, the guys were all throwing pointed looks at Jack as they spoke. You had buried your head in his chest and were too wrapped up in your misery to notice. Your sudden romantic epiphany had left you feeling woefully alone. You drew what comfort you could from his warmth.

He placed a soft kiss on your head and said, “You’re incredible Y/N. You’re funny and kind and gentle. Ye always know what te say and ye light up every room ye walk into. Any man would be lucky te have ye”.

You were shocked by his sudden outburst. He was usually so light-hearted, and took the piss out of you mercilessly. You teased him back in good measure, and even then it was usually based on looks. He’d make some joke about you looking sexy with your glasses, with a bare face and bird’s-nest hair. You’d return, in mock confusion, that you didn’t understand how he was always so attractive in character but as soon as he was himself again the magic was lost. You were close, for sure. You’d watch movies together when everyone else had gone out., you’d cuddle, share stories, hopes and dreams. He was your best friend. But all of a sudden, with those simple words, he was so much more. He was sweet and gentle and everything you ever wanted. That instant had changed your feelings towards him forever. You pulled away from the hug slightly, keeping your arms draped around his chest, and looked into his eyes. They were so full of sadness, and something else you couldn’t quite place. The grey-blue seemed to swirl around in his irises like an ocean; undulating waves of grief reaching out with tentative tendrils, longing to touch the shore but being dragged back each time they got close. Was that it? Was it longing you saw in his eyes? Then those waves washed over you, drenching you in an impulsive need to kiss him. You ached with it, and you knew in your soul that you’d never be satisfied until your lips had met his.

Someone coughed in the corner, maybe Barry, before you heard Aneurin mumble something about the time and needing to go to bed as they had a busy day of shooting ahead. You dragged yourself away from Jack and said your ‘goodnight’s, thanking them for looking out for you. Jack was the last to leave, lingering in the doorway after the others were heading back to their own rooms.

“I meant what I said, Y/N. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, in every way.” His hand lifted to your face, and he brushed your cheek, oh so gently. The ghost of his touch left you trembling and you sighed into his body, desperate to close the space between you.

He lent his forehead against yours and muttered, “Ye deserve better. Ye deserve someone who appreciates ye fer the woman ye are, who will love ye unconditionally, and show ye every second of everyday how special ye are.”

You lifted your eyes to meet his and said, “Someone like you?”

For a moment, all you could read in his face was astonishment, and panic smacked you in the face. Had you misread him? Had he just been trying to comfort you? Had you ruined your friendship, would it be awkward now? But in a second all your fears were washed away and bliss overcame you. He smiled, those dimples you loved emerging to emphasise his joy.

When his lips met yours it was all you could do to not fall at his feet. They carried so much tenderness and desire, which soon turned into hunger when you kissed him back. He gripped your waist as your tongues danced, and you threw your arms around his neck. The kiss felt endless, but you parted far too soon. He pulled away, leaving you breathless, and you clung to him to steady yourself. A ragged gasp satisfied your need for oxygen, but couldn’t quench your yearning for him.

“Ye have no idea how long I’ve been wantin’ to do tha’,” he chuckled, but you caught the slight tremble in his voice.

You smiled and said with a smirk, “Well, you best not wait that long to do it again.”

Warm

Originally posted by sonsuzluga-nokta


You were in the process of locking up when a man in a dark coat and hat covering his eyes ran down the street in the rain, making it harder to recognize who it was. In the time it took you to close the door, the mystery man had made it to you, putting his hand out to stop you from closing it. A girl like you being approached by a man in a town like Birmingham wasn’t a good situation, but for some reason you weren’t scared. A little smile spread across your face as you looked at the man whose chest was rising and falling rhythmically, but you tried to hide it just as quickly.

“Tommy, you know we’re closed.” You say, shaking your head. He took his hat off, wringing it in his hands as you moved the slightest bit to let him in.

“Then why are you still here, hmm?” He questioned as you locked up behind him. He wandered over to the bar, placing his dripping hat on the counter, waiting for a response. You walked behind the bar, glaring at the new wet spot his hat had left. You glared at him until he picked it up so you could wipe the bar down and when you didn’t respond his voice filled the air again. “You knew I would show, didn’t you?”

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Cameron Dallas - Photoshoot (smut)

Request:  can you do a Cameron smut? 💓

Okay, so it is my first smut ever written in english, I hope I didn’t mess it up, if you like it I can write more in the future!

MASTERLIST

I was sitting on a couch, watching Cameron doing his photoshoot. He looked so damn sexy in his outfit, and he was just like a real model.

He promised me to take me out after the shooting, so now I was just waiting for him to finish it all, but I couldn’t get enough of him, he was the most attractive man alive.

“Okay, everyone, twenty minutes break, then we take the ones with the glasses on!” someone shouted and everyone scattered.

I followed Cam into his dressing room, where he had to change his outfit.

“How long do we have to be here?” I whined sitting down on a chair as Cam was getting his clothes off.

“I’m sorry baby, I know it’s boring for you” he looked at me apologizing. Now he was only in his boxers and I felt myself getting frustrated.

“It’s not the problem” I mumbled trying to concentrate on something else, but it was hard.

“What?” He walked to me and lowered to my level, putting his hands on my knees. “What’s gotten into you princess?” he asked looking at me playfully.

“Don’t do this Cam, because it’s a twenty minutes break and I’m starting to feel seduced” I said giggling as he was trying to kiss me but I always pulled away teasing him.

“Twenty minutes are more than enough” he told me taking me into his arms.

“Cam, what are you doing?” I laughed as he sat me down on the table and stood between my legs.

“You are not the only one feeling seduced here” he said kissing my neck, I instantly slipped my hands on his biceps feeling his muscles work.

“They will hear us” I protested, but when I felt his hands under my shirt I knew I would never stop him.

“Then we have to be quiet, baby” he said getting rid of my shirt.

I took his face in my hands and kissed him passionately while he unbuttoned my pants pulling it down on my legs leaving me only in my panties and bra.

I pressed my hips to his and he growled into my ears. I could feel is erection, he was so ready for a quickie. He unclasped my bra and threw it away immediately.

“My beautiful girl, always so ready for me” he murmured into my chest as he started to massage my heated clit.

“Cam, we don’t have time for this bullshit” I moaned lacing my fingers into his hair. I needed him right at that moment.

“As you wish, baby girl” he smirked pulling my panties down so now I was completely naked. I tugged at his boxers and then he get rid of it, but suddenly he pulled away and stepped to the door and locked it.

“In case someone would like to interrupt us” he winked at me and came back, pressing his body against mine. His hands were roaming my body, I was getting impatient, but I didn’t have to wait for too long.

He lifted me a bit and then pushed himself into me.

“Oh God, Cam” I moaned trying to not be too loud.

“Shh baby, we will get caught” he said kissing me on the lips. I nodded and he started to move in and out. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby” he groaned never stopping.

With one hand I held onto his shoulder and with my other I was grabbing the edge of the table.

“Cam, please move faster” I said barely finding my own voice. He leaned down kissing me and fastening his pace.

“Come on baby, we have to be quick, just let it go for me” he said kissing my neck again and pulling me closer to him to give him a better access.

I was close and so was he. I tried to hide my moans but some of them escaped, Cam hid his face into the crook of my neck biting lightly into my skin which just topped the whole.

Then with one last deep thrust I reached my high, I wanted to scream but I just bit my lower lip to shut myself up.

“Oh God Y/N” Cam growled in a deep, sexy voice.

We took some deep breathes to calm ourselves down.

“I love you baby” he panted my shoulders and then pulled away from me.

“I love you too” I said caressing his chest one more time. He picked up our clothes and gave me mine.

“Alright” he said when we were all dressed up. “Let’s get this shooting done” he smirked at me, took my hands and we walked back like nothing ever happened.

Touch: Part 3

Requested by: @nathalieruaudel
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.6K
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, vomiting, pregnancy

A/N: This part picks up right where part 2 left off

Part 1, Part 2

“Wait,” you stop dead in your tracks, pulling Bucky to a stop too, “I’ve got an idea,”


Bucky can hardly keep his laughter at bay, and you have to keep shushing him, as the two of you walk into the gym. Most of the team is training; Steve and Sam are sparring, Clint and Nat are training weapons, and Wanda and Tony are working on her powers.

“Y/N!” Wanda squeals, her attention wavering from keeping Tony suspended in the air. He almost hits the ground, but she catches him at the last second with an embarrassed apology.

The team stop training and all make their way to crowd around you. It takes everything in you to not verbalise the first thing you think when you see them all for the first time. Luckily, you were sporting your old sunglasses, so they can’t see that you’re staring directly at them.

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Office Files - Chapter 7 ‘Ruler’

Word Count: 5,161

Genre: Smut

Summary: You are a lawyer at a major company. You’ve been given the responsibility to oversee an intern.

Paring: Reader x Jimin x Namjoon x Jungkook

You managed to get home early morning and freshen up before heading to work. You leaned back on your leather chair and placed the now finished file on top of the previous work. A small grin crept over your lips as you remembered the early hours of this morning and your small and only conversation you had with Jungkook. Most of the time it was both of you moaning, groaning and audible swearing while you two fucked.

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anonymous asked:

Headcanons for the boys and their s/o's meet-cute? I'm craving some fluffy first meetings!

The chocobros’ first meetings with their shy and short S/O (who is from the real world and finds herself in the world of Final Fantasy XV).

Man I love when I get to kill two birds with one stone. Nonny 1 and Nonny 2, I’ve got you both covered! I’m doing mini scenarios for this one, too, because it’s easier to tell a story that way. They’ll still be pretty long, so don’t worry! Side note that my headcanons are gender-neutral whenever possible, so the S/O will be called “them” instead of “her”.

Noctis met you at a rest stop. He isn’t one to initiate conversation, but you definitely caught him staring at you on more than one occasion. He knew he was caught when he noticed you blush and look away–then take a look back at him. Gladiolus also noticed the interaction: “Better go talk to them,” he told the prince, grinning from ear to ear like the smug bastard that Noctis immediately assures him that he is. They argue and you stick around to watch because, well, two guys going at it in the middle of a convenience store is kind of hilarious. Gladio asks if you’ve ever seen a prince so bratty, and you had no idea that Noctis was the Noctis. The more flustered you get, the more flustered Noctis gets, and Gladio decides that you two should get acquainted. 

Ignis was shopping for ingredients in Lestallum’s market when he moves his arm in such a way that he almost wacks you in the head, prompting you to duck out of his way and force his attention on you–not exactly what you wanted, but okay, cool, you can roll with it. “I’m very sorry,” he apologizes, readjusting his glasses even though you thoughts that they looked perfectly fine on his face. “Am I in your way?” You kind of forget how to speak because this stranger is talking to you. He looks your age, but he’s wildly attractive and dressed very formally, so you’re even more nervous than you naturally would be, but somehow, by some miracle of the Six, an introduction slips out of your mouth. He’s taken aback, and he finds you rather charming, so you spend the rest of your time at the market together.

Gladiolus is taller than everyone, so he’s pretty used to just about anything that comes at him. It’s you who isn’t used to this; your nose is right in front of his bare chest gods damn it and it’s kind of freaking you out–oh, Six, is he talking to you? He’s a friendly guy, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he made conversation while waiting in line at a store or sitting at the counter in the diner. You stumble right over your words, blush, and are definitely making a fool of yourself, but he’s still talking to you. He’s even smiling at you. Something about him, in spite of his incredible stature, is so calming and welcoming, so bright and friendly, that you slowly start to feel yourself relax. And when you start to open up a little more to him? He gets nervous because you’re so genuine with him, and he finds himself trusting you way more easily than he usually trusts others.

Prompto is our most extroverted guy here, but that’s a lot of learned behavior. On the inside, he’s constantly doubting himself and worrying about how others see him. So, when you meet in Galdin Quay, he’s worried that your shyness means that he’s doing something wrong–until he makes a particularly dumb joke and you crack a smile. He even thinks you’re laughing. And that makes him blush as red as a tomato and laugh: a sound so nervous and awkward that he even judges himself. But he decides to go with it, playing into whatever made you laugh to see if he can do it again, and he does. Prompto makes friends by being bright and joyful, and you expressing that gives him a major confidence boost, if only enough of a boost to keep talking to you and ask for some way to keep talking to you after you part ways.

Usually- Peter Hale

Day 20 of the 25 Days of Fics!

You usually hated parties, but New Year’s Eve parties were by far the worst. Everyone was buzzed the moment they arrived at the party, and only got worse. Every single person you ran into asked what your resolution was, and then drunkenly told you that theirs was to work out.

You didn’t know why you let your friend, Derek, convince you to come to the party. Usually, you spent New Year’s Eve in your apartment with a bottle of wine, and were in bed by ten at the latest. Every single member of Derek’s pack had already come up and tried to get you to either take a shot or dance. You didn’t need any help getting drunk. You had nearly down two bottles of wine before you came over to the Hale’s apartment.

You referred to it as the Hale’s apartment, and not Derek’s apartment because he lived here with his uncle, Peter, but you had never seen him. However, every one seemed to turn up their nose when he was mention, or not mention him at all. In all honesty, you were jealous of the fact that no one missed him. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Derek said, walking up towards you. You raised your eyebrows in greeting as you took a drink from your cold glass. 

“Hi.”

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked. You forced a smile and he chuckled just slightly. “Well I’m glad you actually came, unlike my uncle Peter. I asked him to come down, but he’s locked himself in his bedroom.”

“Ah, to be Peter,” you said, clinking your glass against Derek’s. He laughed and took a drink of his as someone cleared their throat from behind you both. You turned around slightly, and saw a man older than Derek standing behind you with a disapproving look on his face. 

“Who’s talking about me?” he asked, grabbing a beer off of the table, walking so that he was standing in between you and Derek.

“We are,” Derek said plainly.

“Well, I see you have the privilege of knowing my name, but I don’t know yours,” he said, holding out his hand. You took it reluctantly.

“Y/N.”

“Oh, right. Derek talks about you all the time.” You smiled and Derek rolled his eyes. 

“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Derek said, walking away. You laughed and downed the rest of your drink. If there was something you hated more than parties, meeting new people was definitely one of them.

“I thought you were staying up in your room,” you said. He raised an eyebrow at you and you blushed. Derek had failed to mention how incredibly hot his uncle was. He did say that he was manipulative and diabolical, but you were sure that was just artistic exaggeration. 

“Well, I would have, but it’s nearly midnight.”

“Oh, so you’ve come down here to watch the masses freak out for a few minutes, and then go back to their regular drunk selves they were last year?” He chuckled and nodded.

“Precisely. I would have been down earlier but Derek didn’t say there would be any gorgeous women down here.” He looked you up and down as he said that, and usually that would make you sick. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the New Year’s buzz, but the way he was looking at you actually made you feel more attracted to him.

“Well, if we’re going to watch everyone else make one, I should ask you. What’s your New Year’s resolution?”

“Hmm,” Peter said, tilting his head. He thought about it for a moment before the idea came to him and he held out a hand as if he was about to proclaim, ‘Ureka!’

“What?” you asked.

“My resolution is to never come to one of my nephew’s parties again.” You smirked. 

“I’ll drink to that,” you said, knocking your glass against his bottle. You both took a healthy swig, still surveying the room.

“Alright, I showed you mine, now show me yours,” he said. Looking up at him bewildered, Peter laughed. “Tell me your resolution.

“Oh, well, I usually don’t tell people what my actual one is.”

“Wait,” he said, leaning against the bar casually. “You’re telling me that you actually make a resolution.”

“Hey, I’m against stupid partying and listening to everyone bitch about how they’re gonna become new people, but I’m all for renewing yourself.”

“I’m not sure I see the difference, but spill,” he said.

“Why should I tell you what my actual one is?”

“Because I’m the only other person here who agrees with your beliefs. And you’re bored,” he said with a shrug. You chuckled and nodded in agreement.

“Fine. Well, I’ve been telling people that I’m finally going to pursue my career becoming a professional ceramic artist.” Peter laughed and squinted up his eyes in such a cute way that you forgot what you were telling him. “But my real resolution is to leave this town.”

“Really?” Peter asked, looking at you in shock. “Why?”

“There’s nothing left for me in this town,” you said with a shrug.

“That’s not necessarily true,” he muttered. You smiled again and took another drink. Usually when you talked to someone you didn’t know very well, you took a drink nearly every minute. But with Peter, you found yourself taking less and less drinks. As you took your drink, though, you watched as everyone started crowding around the t.v. Looking down at your watch, you saw that it was two minutes from midnight.

“Here we go,” you said. Peter chuckled. 

“Oh this is my favorite part,” he said, leaning in closer so that your shoulders were touching. “Watch. If you look around the room, you’ll watch everyone look for their designated kissing partner.” Laughing, you looked around and watched everyone glance around the room nervously until their eyes locked with their person. 

“Very perceptive.” He smirked and you noticed that you were still touching shoulders. Looking for a little bit more courage, you finished the rest of your drink. “So where’s your designated kissing partner?” you asked. He looked down at you and you could have sworn you saw him smile slightly.

“I never have one.”

“Usually, I don’t either. But we’re both here and I’m a little drunk. So,” you said, taking a deep breath as Peter watched you with a crooked grin. “Do you want to make out with me in thirty five seconds?” Peter laughed.

“Very much.” He set down his beer and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, making you laugh. You sat down your glass, too and looked over at the t.v. and saw everyone starting to countdown.

“Usually I don’t count down either,” you said as Peter took one of your hands in his.

“Me either,” he said. 

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one,” you chanted together, drawing closer at every number until your lips finally connected. You couldn’t tell yet if the alcohol had anything to do with it, but the instant your lips connected you felt a spark between you and Peter. You could have sworn that Peter felt it too because he moaned a little at the exact moment and pulled you in closer. His hands started moving through your locks of hair as he backed you up a little. Luckily, everyone else was still kissing so they didn’t see you walk towards the stairs.

“I don’t usually do this,” he said, stopping just before the stairs.

“Me either,” you said. He let out a breath and leaned in to kiss you once more. You took his hand in yours and led him upstairs. You knew where Derek’s room was, so you assumed the other one was Peter’s. Pushing open the door, you walked over to the bed and fell down on it with him. “Well, new year, new me, right?”

“Absolutely,” he said, kissing you passionately as cheering continued from downstairs.

MBTI types as oddly specific anime character tropes

ENFJ: The perfect senpai who is nice to everyone and really smart and attractive and a total Mary Sue, but only because they “work hard every day”.

ENFP: The noob who is “cute” in appearance and gets overlooked/treated really badly by the more experienced characters, but is actually really smart and talented and proves their worth by the end of the season.

ENTJ: The evil headmaster who is always in his dramatically-lit office and does the Anime Glasses Flash™ every day. Very manipulative and hates the protagonist for no reason??

ENTP: The fool who is from Osaka and has an accent and gets hurt a lot. Probably more tanned than the other characters, and dresses like a hillbilly. Sets themself up to be the butt of jokes.

ESFJ: The overly-optimistic girl who always wears unique outfits and hairstyles, and can have fun in any situation, but never know what’s going on. Tries her best though.

ESFP: Overconfident tsundere liar who constantly yells at people and pretends to be cooler than they really are. Probably tries to act like something other than a human from time to time.

ESTJ: The angry colleague who wants nothing to do with this drama and just wants to work all day. Probably ends up leaving out of anger, then comes back with a change of heart.

ESTP: Sexist Edgelord Dude with weird hair and slanted eyes who’s constantly mean to people and laughs at pain but is also very smart and somehow not hated by everyone. Prepare for a bunch of boycrazy fans to gush over this fool.

INFJ: Character named Sakura who has short pink hair, loves spring, and is kind of shy, but also really good at traditional Japanese things (such as fan dances or using a naginata) and probably has at least one identity crisis.

INFP: The character with white hair and unusually-coloured eyes, who is very individualistic and talented and a Special Snowflake™ but also has a unique disadvantage. Quotes literature or speaks poetically a lot.

INTJ: The Aloof Dark Haired Girl™ who is extremely tall and serious and could probably take down 8 men at once. Difficult to approach but not mean.

INTP: The slightly bitter/jaded man who is secretly exceptionally good at something. Probably wears glasses and is creepily good at reading people.

ISFJ: The ditzy but kind blonde girl who has gigantic, oversexualized breasts for no reason. Tries her best to comfort people whenever she can. Cries a lot.

ISFP: The pretty fairy girl who is a talented artist and constantly appears in the sparkly background-thing. Actually way more evil than she looks.

ISTJ: The angry-looking muscular man who is very cold and could knock you out with one punch, but probably won’t because he has a lot of self-control. Physically and emotionally invincible. Has no time for fooling around.

ISTP: The forced acquaintance (usually a colleague or classmate) who somehow ends up becoming friends with the protagonist despite only ever being a jerk to everyone. Constantly criticizes their “friend” for making tiny mistakes. 100% tsundere. Very popular in the fandom for some reason?

directed by | junmyeon (pt. 2)

“When Y/N and Kim Junmyeon are paired together for a film project, things seem like they can’t get any weirder. That’s where you’re wrong.’‘ 

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genre: fluff mainly, smut in later parts

note: just to clarify, since afi is a post-grad thing, the reader would be 23 and junmyeon would be 24. idk if anyone was actually wondering about that but idc. 


It’s easy to space out while you’re waiting for class to begin, about fifteen minutes before any kind of bell is supposed to think about ringing. Everyone’s conversing at a questionable volume, and it’s hard to concentrate solely on one voice. 

Y/N sat in the home room for Class A, resting her head on the wooden surface of her desk. Both Ella and Jae were running late, meaning she was bored out of her mind, and didn’t have anyone to distract her.

She was trying to listen to someone else’s conversation about their project, which only made her thoughts spiral into those about her’s with Junmyeon Kim. Even after a day, she couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that she had to this. What was her Professor thinking? God knows.

She hoped Junmyeon was actually a nice person, and that they could agree on what idea to do, etcetera. What if he was one of those people who thought they were better than everyone else because they studied film? Or worse, one of those people who chose to study film because they thought it wasn’t going to need any real effort? Someone in between? Was he tall, short, or average? Did he have glasses or contacts or neither? And more importantly, had she ever seen him before?

Her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a familiar, adventitious voice calling her name.

“Y/N!” exclaimed Jae, appearing in the doorway of the homeroom. Upon realising how loud he was, he smiled awkwardly, and started walking toward Y/N’s desk, conscious.

“You’re cheery,” she said, eyebrows raised. “And late.”

“Traffic. I overslept,” he said, taking the seat next to Y/N. “Anyway, how’s your daydreaming going?“ 

“I keep thinking about my project,” she admitted. As if it were something to be guilty about. 

“Don’t dwell on it,” said Jae. “I’m shit at advice, so don’t come for me if I say something ruining. But you need to think of it like this: Junmyeon, or whatever his name is, is probably nervous too. He doesn’t wanna come off as stupid either. So instead of worrying about your impression, do some work. Get on with it. Chances are, he won’t even care." 

"I guess,” she replied, only half meaning it. “That didn’t help a lot. Thanks for the thought, though?”

“Told you I’m not the best,” he said. “Try your best. That’s all anyone’s hoping for." 

Before Y/N could reply, the Professor entered the room and everyone went quiet. She made awkward eye contact with him, and she kept her head down, to avoid any more. It didn’t seem like Ella was going to arrive that day. She prefered absence over a late mark. 


The first thing she noticed about Junmyeon were his glasses. Thin-framed Ray Bans that seemed to be taking over his face, and somewhat distracted everyone from his features. God knows why he chose glasses over contacts, because when he took them off to clean them on the hem of his shirt, Y/N swore her heart skipped a beat. He was way more attractive than he let on, as he sat in the middle of the class, not drawing much attention to himself. His hair was black, the special kind of black that almost shone blue in the sunlight. And when he noticed Y/N standing in the doorway, looking at the floor, he smiled. 

"The floor isn’t going to give you answers any time soon,” he said, just loud enough so she could hear him. The classroom was almost empty, except for himself and two other pairs working quietly at the back. 

This was enough to snap her out of the second daydream she was having today. She approached his desk while trying to stop looking so red, and shook his hand. “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Junmyeon,” he said. “Nice to meet you.”

She hoped he was being sincere, as she took the seat beside him.

“Everyone else scattered themselves around, but I figured I should stay here,” he explained. His accent wasn’t quite American - it had some unidentifiable foreign twang to it. 

“That explains the emptiness,” she said. “So, uh, what are we working on?”
“ 

We’re supposed to decide together,” he said. “You’ve got great ideas. I’ve seen some of your work before. It seems to be characterised by controversial topics being present in the plot, treated like no big deal.”

“Casual representation,” Y/N found herself saying. It was easy to talk to him: he looked like he was listening. “There’s a lot less of it in Hollywood than I’d like to admit." 

They ended up discussing things forever, rarely making any progress with their project. It wasn’t what Y/N expected at all, and certainly not what Junmyeon expected. She noticed quite a lot of things about him during their time. The way he bit his lip when he said his opinion, the way he looked up when he couldn’t find the words, the way he spoke about his work so modestly. 

She couldn’t figure out if she liked him, or if she was admiring all his qualities. She could notice qualities like that in her friends, but they weren’t exactly admired. All this was making her head spin. Better stop thinking about it…

The bell rang, and they both sighed, hopefully in disappointment rather than relief. They’d only set out a few things for their project, and much was left unfinished. Junmyeon considered something.  

"We haven’t made as much progress as expected. So I’m wondering, if you want, you could come back to my place and we could work more on the project there?” He cringed while saying this. How do you ask something like that without sounding creepy

Y/N was lost for words. She knew it was purely for work purposes, but something small in her mind screamed otherwise. Without thinking, she said, “Sure.”  

Junmyeon nodded, and started getting up from his desk. People were already starting to move through the busy hallways; you could see from the window on the door.  

She did the same.  

“What time are we thinking?” she asked. To know it was definitely happening.  

“I can do tonight after lessons,” he said. “I’ll meet you by the willow, okay?” 

“Okay!” she replied, a little too eagerly. They parted ways with a wave, and didn’t see each other until after school.  


the has beens and never were 

16:03pm  

members: ella 🥀, jaeden smith™, y/n ☘️. 

y/n 🍀: guys junmyeon invited me over to his place  

y/n 🍀: i’m meeting him outside the willow in like two minutes  

jaeden smith™: i know  

ella 🥀: W H A T  

y/n 🍀: it’s for our project  

y/n 🍀: i’ll explain it properly later  

ella 🥀: no no no i wanna hear the details now  

y/n 🍀: can’t  

y/n 🍀: i can see him now  

y/n 🍀: bye


yo this was the second part of directed by, i hope it’s okay? thanks for the feedback on the last chapter, i wanna know your thoughts on this one 

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MLM March: First Impressions

I’ll say off the bat that this was more difficult than I thought it would be and I’m not very pleased with it. But I’m also too lazy to change it.

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Adrien’s first impression of public school was that the building was actually a lot bigger than he thought it would be. He had seen pictures of course but actually being there made him realize just how big it was. Which wasn’t to say he was nervous exactly but he hoped that he wouldn’t get lost and make a fool of himself. Especially on his first day. While he was given a tour of the building before the year started, he had still been in the process of negotiating actually going with his father and had failed to fully memorize the layout of the school.

On his first day of classes, which was bad enough being the second day for everybody else, he was thankful that one of the first people he saw was Chloé. Unfortunately she was still as…abrasive as ever towards everyone but him. She was though more more than happy to walk him to class.

In what was his seat, a bench styled thing, sat a boy so handsome he was momentarily speechless. He had expensive looking headphones, a baseball cap, thick rimmed glasses (a plus in attractiveness in his book), various multicolored bracelets, and a t-shirt with some kind of design on it. “Uh, hi, my name’s Adrien.” He offered his hand for a handshake. How to make a good impression was basically as easy as breathing thanks to his father.

“You’re friends with Chloé?” The guy sneered. Oh. Well maybe the impression was a little bit lackluster.

Then the Gum Incident happened. The benefit was he became friends with his handsome classmate Nino. The con was that he became public enemy number two with another classmate, Marinette. Chloé could be a handful sometimes.

Nino was handsome, funny, very understanding, and very bi. Adrien asked him a couple days later, hanging out at Nino’s, if they could redo their initial meeting and the other boy had refused.

“We would we do that? The first time we talked established you as a noble dude, dude. If things had gone smoothly, and by that I mean without Chloé, I would’ve just thought you were pretty and nice. And then later on realized you were friends with Chloé. Best to get that out of the way from the get go.”

"You think I’m pretty?”

“Uh, you’re a literal model. You’re clearly very pretty.”

Adrien couldn’t help but smile. Of the many things he was called pretty was not one of them. It was a much better word than any of the others.

“You’re adorable.” Nino told him.

The boy’s smile turned into a grin. Adorable was even better than pretty. His stomach was doing flips which was weird. He didn’t feel sick. It stopped when Nino hugged him but only because his organs switched off exercising. Now his heart was trying to punch it’s way out of his rib cage. Oh. He realized why. At least he definitely wasn’t sick. But he did have a crush on his best friend.

Hint of Vanilla

A/N: First part here…Just more fluff


He was going to think you were crazy, hoarding your sweets like this. But if your roommate, Lauren found out that you and your neighbor had been indulging in homemade sweets without her, she’d flip. It was hard enough explaining where your ingredients had been disappearing to. A small part of you blamed her though, if she hadn’t pressured you into sharing with Steve in the first place, there would be nothing to hide.

“Open up,” you hiss while simultaneously knocking rapidly on his door.

A door to the right of Steve’s opened hastily and a blonde woman poked her head out and looked at you’re with a furrowed brow. With her large laundry basket, she exited her apartment closing the door behind her, all the while giving you a skeptical glance. Her brown eyes flicker from your face down to the plate of cookies in your hands. You give her a rueful look of your own and in response she cocks her head toward your apartment, threating to expose your sweet sharing ways.

“Fine, Sharon,” You say as you pull a cookie from the plate.

She leverages the basket and takes the cookie from your outstretched hand and pops it in her mouth. She gives you a wink and heads down to the laundry room.

Checking that the hallway was indeed clear of any other outside interlopers, you knock again. This time you can hear movement inside of the apartment.

The door in front of you is wrenched open hastily and a disheveled looking Steve Rogers stands there.

Reflexively, you pull the cookie tray to your chest and narrow your eyes. Was he about to reveal his true weirdo nature?

“Sorry,” he says a smile. “I just woke up.”

“Its 3:30 in the afternoon, Steven. Were you out drinking all night or something?”

“No,” he says with a chuckle as he motions for you to come inside. “Work just takes a lot out of me.”

You cast him a suspicious glance but walk inside of the familiar apartment anyway.

“What is it you do?” You say planting the tray down on his kitchen counter and hurriedly begin to rummage through his cabinets for your ceremonial milk cups. There was nothing special about them, they were just plain clear glasses, but they were reserved specifically for your special ‘desert time.’

“Uh, special law enforcement?” He tries as he lifts the plastic wrap of the tray to sneak a cookie before your special ceremony began. He flinches when your hand comes and smacks his away with a glare.

“For the cops or something?” You ask as you begin filling the glasses with milk. “I’ve never heard of that.”

“Uh, no more government based.”

“So, Special Forces?” You ask handing him his cup.

“Yes, but no, not at all, but yes.”

You stare blankly at the man for a moment. In your short time with your attractive neighbor you’ve learned to keep quiet about certain elements of his identity. There seemed to be somethings that he could openly talk about and about others he would give you a hazy smile and apologetic puppy dogs eyes. You didn’t mind him having secrets, everyone had them. He didn’t seem to be particularly violent in anyway or have any behaviors that would send off any red flags, so you tended not to pry too much.

“Whatever, Rogers,” you say with a roll of your eyes and hold out your pinky finger.

“Sorry,” he says doing the same motion.

Your pinkies wrap around each other and the two of you begin to rhythmically move your hands up and down.

“I solemnly swear never to tell Lauren that I am eating sweets without her,” you say with a comically deep tone.

“I solemnly swear never to tell Lauren that you and I ate sweets together,” he responds in kind, with an amused twinkle in his eye.

“Cake Friends for life!” you say together and clink your glasses of milk.

With the ceremony complete the two of you make your way to the tray holding the confections.

***

An hour and half later the two of you are lounging on his couch as soft music wafts through the apartment.

“I think I’m gonna pass out.” You say rubbing your full stomach.

“Yeah, no kidding.” Steve says with a groan in agreement. “But these have got to be your best cookies yet.”

“Thanks,” you say with small blush rolling over your cheeks. “I used imported vanilla this time.”

“Hmm, so that what it was,” he says head lazily rolling over in your direction. Eyes are hazy with sleep and joy and a sweet smile crosses his lips.

Your throat tightens slightly at his dreamy appearance. Why did you have to start a cookie cult with your attractive neighbor?

“There is something on your face,” he mutters.

Without warning, his large thumb comes up to your face and wipes away the lingering crumbs from your lip.

A squeak tumbles forth from your lips, but your sweet addled mind causes your mouth to open at the worst time and his helpful thumb finds itself between your lips and pressed awkwardly against your closed teeth.

Steve quickly removes his thumb from your mouth and demure blush rushes over cheeks. Its silent for a moment and you’re acutely aware of the ticking of his rustic clock. It’s a little after five, and Lauren will be home from work soon. The perfect excuse to remove yourself from such an awkward situation.

“I should get ready to go,” you say standing up and dusting yourself off.  “Don’t want Lauren to find out.”

“I’m sorry,” he says large blue orbs looking at you sheepishly ignoring what you said. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s fine,” you say fidgeting awkwardly. “Accidents happen.”

“Yeah,” he agrees.

Despite this agreement, the atmosphere his is still slightly charged with a strange energy. Sensing that you are uncomfortable, he beings to help you clean up, and retrieves your now empty cookie tray.

The two of you stand at his door, awkwardly saying your goodbyes.

“Same time next week?” you question.

“Yes,” he says quickly. “Maybe we could do something different though.”

“Like what?”

“There is a cupcake shop downtown, I’ve been wanting to go to. I’m wondering if you would like to accompany me.”

Your eyes are wide and your lips part slightly, “Like a date?”

“If you are comfortable calling it that,” he says with a smile.

You find yourself rocking back and forth on your heels slightly, as thoughts course through your head. Would you be a roommate traitor if you go out on a date with the person your roommate called dibs on? Did you care? Lauren did make you share your sweets in the first place, but does that mean she shouldn’t be the one to go eat cupcakes with Steve?

“All right,” you say with a smile.

“Great,” he responds with his own grin, a slight flush filling his cheeks.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment. Unsure of how to correctly say goodbye, you make a quick decision to quickly throw your arms around his torso, pulling him into an embrace.

“See you next week, bye.” You say ripping yourself away from him and scuttling back to your own apartment.

You can hear him close his apartment door, but not the amused chuckle that leaves lips right before he does so.

When you reach your door, you quickly make your way inside, lingering in the darkness for a moment as you take the time to catch your breath.

“I have a date with my hot neighbor,” you say to yourself, letting a smile cross your face. You laugh a little excitedly and flick the lights.

When the apartment is flooded with light, your heart stops. Perched in one of the living room chair, sits Lauren. A dark frown pulling at her lips.

“Who have you been eating sweets with!”