• WHEN LANCE FLIRTS WITH GIRLS IN SPACE MALL THEY GIGGLE
- being a girl, who talks to girls, I know that girls don’t giggle unless they like it and are more likely to shoot poisonous glares at strangers who flirt with them
- if a girl giggles at a stranger who flirts with them she’s likely interested
- if she’s interested in a stranger it’s probably because he’s good looking
• LANCE TAKES CARE OF HIS SKIN
- the fandom had a fucking carnival with this fact okay there is a scene both in season one and in season two where Lance is wearing a facemask so we all know he’s got flawless skin
• LANCE DRESSES THE BEST
- he just does
- everyone knows this
- even 80’s Lance dresses the best
• BLUE IS ATTRACTIVE
- I don’t remember where I heard this, but apparently some social study drew the conclusion that when men wear blue they are generally received as more good looking
• PLAXUM KISSED HIM
- um she knew him for like a day or two
- made some battle plans with him and then suddenly decided smooching him up was the best course of action
- listen man,, people don’t go kissing other strangers just so show their appreciation, she was definitely at least SOMEWHAT attracted to him
• HE HAS SHINY TEETH
- yeah okay this is probably a stylistic thing but um
- I have more than one screenshot of Lance with a small sparkle on his teeth, usually when he smirks
- those things are pearly white and pretty af
• HE HAS THOSE MUSCLES
- did you see him in the cryo pod
- muscles are portrayed as attractive by your friendly neighborhood Media™
• HE IS TALL
- also portrayed as attractive by your friendly neighborhood Media™
• I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM
- guys I only fall in love with attractive people, trust me,,
• THIS HAS BEEN A PSA THANK YOU
• bonus Keith is also in love with him so I mean how many people falling in love with him does it take for someone to realize that he is a good looking motherfucker
No one would have ever imagined that hardcore badass Jeon Jungkook, the most well-known tattoo artist in the town, the guy who dropped out to follow his passion, was best friends with beautiful, sweet, top-scoring university student, Y/N.
Physically, they seemed to be polar opposites. He had dragons inked onto his skin, three piercings on his left ear and two on his right, and always wore black; whilst you were a bright, clean slate – but you knew that was what he loved about you.
Ladybug stared at the message screen, a ball of dread forming in her stomach. The “seen” notification taunted her. There were no blinking ellipses to show that Chat Noir was responding but he had seen her mistake, he most definitely had seen it.
It wasn’t her fault her first message didn’t go through! She supposed it wasn’t Chat’s fault either but it felt a little easier to blame him. He was obviously going to get the wrong idea when her response to what she wanted for dinner was “YOU” in all caps, asterisk or not.
And it was the wrong idea. Absolutely, without a doubt, one hundred percent the wrong idea.
Sure, Chat Noir was attractive; anyone could admit that. And, okay, he was funny and caring and thoughtful and brave and loyal and sexy and…sexy? Since when did she find him sexy? Yeah, so what if he wore his suit like a walking billboard for Bad Decisions R Us and maybe the way he curled his tongue behind his teeth when he thought he was being really clever was a tiny bit enticing? That didn’t mean anything. Probably. Maybe.
Adrien looked down at his phone and swallowed hard. He had expected her to ask him to pick up a pizza or something before patrol. This…this was something else. His time had come. Ladybug was finally ready to admit her feelings for him…in a rather explicit way, but he could work with that. Oh, holy cats, he could work with that.
“I must go to My Lady now!” Adrien stood, gripping his phone tightly. He felt a little lightheaded.
“Kid!” Plagg yelled as Adrien’s eyes rolled back and he dropped to the floor.
Plagg checked on him and then pulled up the message screen on Adrien’s phone.
“Chat will be a little late, Bugsy. I think you broke him. - Plagg”
You checked yourself in the mirror, tucking your hair behind your ears and undoing the top two buttons of your dress to show just a little cleavage. Ugh, what am I doing?, you thought, buttoning back up. This is wrong. I’m only here to work and flirting is certainly not part of the job.
You had been working as a stylist for BTS for the past few months and the job came at the perfect time in your life. For the previous few years you had been working in New York in the costuming department for a theater group, preparing to get married. You thought everything in your life was going great until, one day, you came home to find your fiancé in bed with someone else. In that moment, your world crashed.
After spending a few months moping around feeling sorry for yourself, you decided to pack your bags and move to Seoul. You had some family living there and you thought this was the place you could start your life over again. A big part of your new job was being responsible for doing all alterations. It was tedious work and not very creative, but it was a foot in the door and the group members and all your coworkers were pretty nice to you.
You looked at the clock, it was 9pm. He would be here any minute. Checking the mirror one more time, you told yourself, Maybe I’ll just undo one button…
Summary: In which Nolan and Y/n are best friends but Nolan doesn’t know Y/n is a werewolf.
Warning: Swearing (shouldn’t be a warning really.), blood, fights, car accidents.
Notes: dedicated to @chimeracuddles because she loves Nolan/Froy and has made my hatred for Nolan became a love hate relationship.
“Hey kids.” You say as you walk to the table where Corey and Mason were sitting. You see their facial expression as they looked up at you.
“Brett has gone missing.” You nod your head.
“Liam went to help find him. We called Lydia to try to help and all we got was the number 68.”
“Number 68? That’s Nolan’s lacrosse number.” You tell your friend.
“Oh? Well, I don’t think we bother her anymore. I did a lot of things while she tried to focus.” Corey’s face reddens. You giggle.
“So I have a bio test and I also have a history test, which one first?”
“I say bio, because its harder.”
“Okay then, history it is.” Corey glares at you as you get up to find a book.
“So Nolan’s your best friend right?” Mason pops behind you. You jump and turn your head to face Mason.
“Mason, You scared the shit out of me. Don’t ever sneak up on me like that again.” He laughs.
“I am best friends with Nolan. Why do you ask?”
“Just curious. Have you told him you’re… you know… the same as Liam?”
“No. I don’t want him to know. I want to protect him from this world.”
“Are you saying that the pack is all dangerous?” He jokes.
“No! Of course not! I’m talking about the supernatural world in general. It’s dangerous and humans can barely survive it. Unless its you and Stiles.” You find a book and take it out. You head back to your seat. All of a sudden, Nolan slams his things against the table. You jump and look up at your best friend.
“Hm Nolan? Are you studying for bio?” You ask.
“Yeah actually, I am.” He sits down, his knees hit against yours, sending shivers up your spine. Needless to say, you were in love with your best friend.
“Trying to understand how organisms can change.” Mason and Corey start to help him understand while you tried to ignore the feeling you got every time Nolan’s knee brushes against yours. You tuned out of their conversation and opened your book to read. You were only interrupted when Corey got up. His hand was bloody, so was Nolan’s pen.
OWH.” Corey covers his wound as everyone in the library got up to look at what was going on. Nolan quickly grabs Corey’s injured hand and shoves it your face.
“Look at him Y/n. Look! Look at him!” Corey pulls away. You stand in shock of what just happened as Nolan leaves the library.
“Holy shit, Corey I’m so so sorry about him.” You apologize after you snap out of what had just happened.
“It’s okay Y/n.”
“I’ll talk to him, don’t worry.” You say before packing your things to go home. You wave goodbye to your friends and started texting your best friend Nolan.
You: Meet me at my place in 20
When you reached your house, Nolan was already there.
“Nolan? You’re here early.”
“Yeah I got nothing to do.”
“Mmhm.” You say as you open your front door.
“Why didn’t you go in? You knew where the spare key was.”
“I wanted to wait for you.”
“How did you know I wasn’t home yet?”
“You were in the library. Also I looked at your room window. The light wasn’t turned on.”
“Hm okay. Anyway, I just wanted to ask why did you stab Corey?” You ask as the two of you enter your room.
“I wanted everyone to know about him. I guess I wanted to prove something.”
“Nolan, you can’t go all stabby stabby on people to prove something.”
“I’m sorry. I wanted to show you that he is not a human and that he is dangerous.”
“Corey is not dangerous. If he was, I would’ve stopped being friends with him.”
“All of them are dangerous Y/n. You can’t trust them!” Nolan raises his voice.
“I can! I know them! and I believe them! They will never hurt me!”
“Are you saying that you believe them more than your best friend?”
“Nolan you know that’s not what I meant. I know you are paranoid about the situations that have happened around school but it’s not gonna happen again.”
“How do you know Y/n? What if your friends are the cause of everything that has happened?”
“They are not! Can you stop attacking my friends?”
“Why are you on their side? You’re my best friend!”
“I’m on the side that’s right and I believe that what you did to Corey isn’t right.”
“You like one of them don’t you?” You look at him confused.
“What? No I don’t! Nolan, if my friends are dangerous and are monsters, then I would be dead by now.”
“All I want to do is protect you from things that could harm you!” Your heart fluttered.
“Nolan, I know you care about me. But I can take care of myself okay? You don’t need to worry.”
“If I lose you, I would have no one left.” He mumbles out, fidgeting with his fingers. You walk up to him and touch his hands,
“I will never leave you. You’re not gonna be alone. You are never gonna be alone.” You hug him tightly. Your phone vibrates from your pocket and you take it out.
duMbar: Help me and bring ice cream
duMbar: I did something very stupid, I need cheering up and icecream pls.
You: I can’t help u if you dont tell me wat u did. u always do something stupid.
duMbar: I don’t like u sometimes.
duMbar: So like I exposed US to the world and now I’m ashamed.
You: dude, how could u? I’m coming
You: to kill u :)
duMbar: DON’t COME THEN YOURE JUST GONNA HURT ME
You: did u save Brett? Is he ok?
duMbar: YOU CARE ABOUT HIM MORE THAN ME???????
duMbar: he is fine btw
duMbar: hello? ru ignoring me?
You: sry was debating about if I should waste my $ on u.
duMbar: plsss we’re buddies pls bring me icecream.i will love u forever if u do.
duMbar: all I want is icecream is that too much to ask?
You: k i’ll bring the icecream and then I leave
duMbar: no! don’t go, stay over plssssssssssssss
You: stop being annoying and I will come over
duMbar: oki, come thru window it will be unlocked for u:)
(sterek week day 4, mates, 5k, some language and vague references to past unhealthy relationships)
Derek doesn’t tell anyone at first, both because it seems crazy and also it would cause problems that he’s not quite ready to deal with.
Generally mates only realize they’re mated when they touch for the first time. Sometimes when they’re in the same room for the first time. That’s less common, but still not so rare that people regard it as strange. Occasionally there have been reports of people feeling a tug from across a town, across a campus or building, and upon following it they found their mates. It’s never been scientifically supported though, and while romantics like the idea, most people tend to scoff at it being true.
Derek’s parents discovered they were mates in college, like so many people do. They were lab partners and had spent the semester brushing arms and hands against each other but their skin had never touched, a layer of plastic gloves or lab coat fabric between them. At their final exam, right before the papers had been handed out, Talia had finally reached over and squeezed Dominic’s hand and they knew. When telling the story Dominic always likes to jokes about what a miracle it was either of them passed their test, with how distracted they both were with this new realization.
Derek is twenty-five years old and has not found his mate. Most of the time he’s fine with that. People find their mates at all ages, and it’s not at all unusual for people not to meet them until their thirties or forties, it’s not like Derek is an outlier here. Sometimes, when Derek is feeling particularly lonely or self-pitying he wonders if he’ll ever meet his mate, or why it’s taking so long. His dating history has been…not great, so it’s been a while. The best relationship he’s had to date was his high school girlfriend Paige, but she’d found her mate the summer between junior and senior year, and it hadn’t been Derek. He’d been gracious about it, but occasionally when they get together for lunch or text he still gets a small ball of jealousy somewhere deep in his chest. Not of her mate, Derek loves Paige but he’s not in love with her, he knows the difference. But just that Paige found her mate so early, has had a loving supportive partner all this time while Derek has dated a series of increasingly manipulative and unstable women. It hasn’t been a hardship, really, to stop dating entirely. He doesn’t miss the feeling of being used or gaslit, but yeah he does get lonely sometime. Sometimes he wonders if something is wrong with him, to always attract the kind of people he does. But he’s okay. His mate is out there somewhere, and someday they’ll find each other.
He’s twenty-five when he finds his mate. Maybe. Either he’s found his mate, or he’s lost his mind. Just in case it’s option two, he keeps it to himself.
“Officially, we don’t have a leader, everyone here is equal,” Courfeyrac says, keeping his voice low as Enjolras starts his speech, “but if we did, and we don’t, it would be Enjolras.” He looks over to Marius. “Do not approach him. Let him come to you, let him be the first to initiate conversation, and for the love of God, do not mention soulmates.”
Soulmate Tattoo AU where Grantaire has “Please don’t jump” tattooed on his arm and it terrifies him knowing in the future his life is going to take that turn, and he doesn’t know why or when, or even if he will be able to listen to his soulmate when the time comes.
He closes his eyes, squeezes them shut tightly, and tries to get his breathing under control, because it can’t be, it can’t fucking be, because you don’t see colours unless you see your soulmate, and Grantaire was pissed drunklast night and he couldn’t have, he mustn’t have—
He opens his eyes.
The colours remain.
(Or, the one where the world is black-and-white until you meet your soulmate.)
Once you were college-aged, with your peers also past the age of maturity, it became standard issue to ask about the tattoos when you were getting to know a group of people. You always went for the oldest first – because they would have had theirs the longest, and might have met their soul mate already, and if so you wanted to hear the stories. (The funnier or more meet-cute the better.) For this reason, Bahorel, as a tall and broad and scruff-bearing fellow whose relatively older age tended to be readily apparent, always got asked before anyone else. He tried to make it quick and nonchalant, so as not to disappoint.
He didn’t have one.
(this one is less exr focused but it’s cool to see how the other Amis find their soulmates)
**also check out this post (x) regarding the concept of exr + predestined soulmates vs. making your own choice**
“These people with their “zis” and “zat” and “‘ow do I get zere”. Run around like they own a country they don’t even like. Why does anyone even go to a country they don’t like?” Jehan and Feuilly shared an amused look and the taller man rolled his eyes while the poet patted Grantaire’s arm softly. It was nothing new to hear the artist complaining about all the tourists in the city and especially about the visitors from France.
Grantaire is British and he doesn’t like French people. But then he meets a gorgeous exchange student from France and has to overthink his opinions.
Grantaire starts the new school year at a new boarding school - this one all the way in France. The problem is, he doesn’t speak French. (Okay, the other problem is the far too attractive head boy, but that’s another matter that can be dealt with on a different day entirely).
3 Things Normal People Don't Think are Beautiful but Harry Does. (If Only when Draco is Involved With Them)
Late late late but still happening omg school starts tomorrow
Yeah lmao not gonna go for le excuses just gonna write this sin k
Gonna make this shit angsty… lmao just kidding
Well, Harry Potter is different. Not just because he’s the Git Who Lived and he defeated Volde-more-butterbeer-please, but… let’s just say he has weird taste.
He sees things in a different light, particularly when they involve Draco Malfoy. He finds things beautiful that others… well, they just don’t understand it. The first of which, being Draco himself.
Now, if you had suggested that Harry find Draco even remotely attractive during his first year, he would have steadfast denied it. I mean, Malfoy? Attractive? No way in hell. Sure, his hair was nice… he rather liked that bleach blonde, and it perfectly suited that pale, aristocratic skin. His eyes, cold and grey as stone, reflected candlelight and sparkled like smoky Quartz. He was the perfect height; just a bit taller than the lanky Harry himself, and his pointy features looked to be chiseled from stone.
Okay, fine. He was quite attractive, and Harry obviously wasn’t the only one to think so. Girls would blush as he walked past, particularly during third year when the Malfoy heir ditched the gel for letting his soft hair take a more natural shape. They would giggle and whisper, and he always had that damn Pansy Parkinson hanging off his arm… not that Harry noticed.
But when Harry talks about finding Malfoy beautiful when no one else does, he isn’t talking about looks.
The first time Harry actually falls in love with Draco’s personality is when he comes back for 8th year, and apologizes to him for everything he’d done.
He’d walked up to Harry in the Great Hall, and asked to speak to the Savior in private. Harry’d looked to his friends, who seemed worried, but decided to go anyway after seeing the pleading look on the other man’s face. He looked broken; his pale skin gaunt, eyes dulled, bruises on his face and neck, cuts on his hands. Yet, he still attempted to look put together.
“Harry…” He’d said, looking to the stone floor of the empty classroom they’d found themselves in. “I know you have no reason to forgive me. Hell, you have no reason to listen to me right now. But, I got you here, and I better not waste the time I have.” He took a deep breath and looked to Harry, who hadn’t moved, green eyes wide behind circular glasses.
And Draco told him everything. Everything. About his father, about the abuse, fear, scars. He showed Harry. Showed him the broken skin; the cuts, the gashes. Told him about the choices he had to make, and how he was so so so sorry but he didn’t know how to leave. Because once you’re a Death Eater, the only way out is to be killed.
And still, Harry said nothing.
“God, you fucking prat!” Draco’d yelled, tears filling his eyes, and hands pulling at his hair. Harry jumped, startled. “I’m trying to apologize! I’m- I’m basically professing that I’ve been in love with you since we were twelve and you have nothing to say?!? JUST FUCKING ANSWER ME!” He screamed, running for the door, tears streaming down his face because God, he thought he was so stupid. That it was such a horrible idea, and how else did he expect that to go?
And then Harry’s hand was around his wrist, pulling the blonde to his chest, which was heaving with his own sobs. The two of them collapsed to the floor, Draco in Harry’s arms. Soon enough, he’d sat up, wiping the tears from Harry’s cheek with his thumb.
“God, Potter. You’re such a sap.” He’d said with a smile, and kissed the black haired Wonder Boy. That’s when Harry found Draco’d personality to be just as beautiful as his looks.
Another thing Harry found beautiful was blood. Not aesthetic blood, but real blood.
Like, for example, blood running down Draco’s lip when he bit it too hard while the other man was pressed to the wall of the restricted section at two in the morning, invisibility cloak forgotten on the floor whilst their oil lantern cast dancing shadows over their intertwined bodies.
See, that’s not how the two had kissed up until that point. Their kisses were usually shy and playful, considering that Harry was just growing into his sexuality, and Draco came from a traditional pureblood family; where would he have learned how to kiss? They were in a newer relationship; if new was considered four months. It was January, and the “Gay Couple of Hogwarts” had decided to go for a midnight (two am; whatever) stroll through the castle. They somehow ended up in the restricted section, and one thing led to another.
“Fuck, Harry. Where did you learn to kiss like this?” Draco sighed against Harry’s lips, and felt them curl into a smile.
“No idea. Maybe-” He started kissing down Draco’s neck as his Adam’s apple bobbed. “from Ron and Hermione feeling the need to snog whenever I’m in the room”
“God, I’ve never been so thankful for Weasley.” Draco basically moaned the words; I mean how could he not, with Harry’s hot mouth biting the juncture of his neck and shoulder, robes pushed aside and velvety skin on display.
Soon enough, lips were on lips again, hands in hair… and on arse.
“Fuck!” The obscenity left Draco’s lips when Harry bit down on his lip in reaction to the Slytherin groping his ass. Harry’s eyes widened and he pulled back immediately, taking Draco’s porcelain face in his hand and seeing a small drop of blood drip down his lover’s swollen lip.
His eyes grew darker and darker with every millimeter it slipped, until he licked it from Draco’s chin. Both men sat still for a moment, before Harry broke the silence.
“Just kiss me.” Harry of course complied. The tang of blood on his tongue was surprisingly pleasant… surprisingly Draco. He pulled back again, after accidentally opening the small abrasion again, watching the crimson paint its way across Draco’s white chin and pink lips. Breathtaking.
At least until he kissed it away.
The third thing he found absolutely gorgeous was a bit unconventional.
The two men were alone in the dorm room; Ron and Blaise, their other two roommates were away in Hogsmeade with their girlfriends, and Harry and Draco were definitely making use of the time.
Draco was sprawled across a bed; he didn’t much care who’s it was because Harry was on top of him, ravishing his lips and running his hands under the Slytherin’s white button up. His blonde locks were messier than they had been possibly ever, and his pale hands roamed Harry’s unclothed back, tracing the muscles.
“A-Ah!” He gasped when Harry rubbed up against his covered erection, the fabric giving him basically none of the friction he craved. Harry laughed breathily, peppering kisses on Draco’s neck and face. Draco opened his eyes and stared his boyfriend down. “Get this bloody shirt off of me or I swear to Merlin-”
Draco never got to finish that sentence, because Harry had already ripped the shirt over his head, buttons be damned, and latched his mouth over his hard nipple. Malfoy gasped and arched his back, burying his left hand in Harry’s mess of hair, leaving his right to grip the silky red and silver sheets.
Harry swirled his tongue slowly over the puckered skin, savoring the way Malfoy writhed beneath him, panting and begging for more.
“You want me to…” Harry said as he pulled away from Draco’s red marked chest, eyes flickering to the very obvious bulge in his trousers.
“Do I want you to what?” Draco asked, quirking an eyebrow and sitting up on the edge of the bed, pushing Harry off of him so the Gryffindor was kneeling on the floor, his cock straining against his muggle jeans. Harry rolled his eyes.
“I think you know what I mean-”
“I want you to say it.” Draco said seriously, grey eyes boring into green, causing Harry to blush, but not falter.
“Fine.” Draco once again raised an eyebrow as Harry let out an agitated (yet aroused) breath and palmed himself through his jeans, letting out a little moan at the pressure, and unbuttoning the jeans and pulling them down over his hips. “Draco, I want to suck your cock.” Harry moaned again, licking his lips. Draco sighed while he unbuckled his belt and tugged it off, unbuttoning his slacks and pushing them down so only his grey boxer-briefs were between his cock and open air.
“Do you now? I would never have known.” Harry laughed, reaching toward the blonde and grabbing his hip, teasing his thumb over the waistband of the underwear, poking it just under the elastic.
“God, how I love your cock. So long and thick-” Harry squeezed Draco’s bulge through the underwear, causing his lover to let out a sharp moan. “It doesn’t taste bad either. Tastes just like you.”
“I would hope so.” Draco grunted as Harry finally pulled off the offending article of clothing, causing his cock to spring out and land against his stomach, the bead of precum that had gathered at the tip splattering at the impact. Harry stared at it lustfully, appreciating the delicate curve of the organ, an the sparse trail of white blonde hairs that led from his naval to the base.
“Beautiful.” Harry whispered, carefully taking the flushed tip into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, Draco throwing his head back and panting and Harry took it deeper and deeper.
“Y-You know, people don’t usually think of- Ah!” Draco moaned sharply as Harry lightly scraped his teeth up his hot shaft. “T-they don’t think of sucking cock as beautiful.” He panted and moaned louder as Harry moved faster and faster. Draco grabbed The Prat Who Lived’s head and viciously fucked his mouth until he came with a scream of “Harry”, sweaty and satisfied.
Harry sat back on his haunches, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and gently jerking himself beneath his underwear.
“I do.” He said with a smirk as Draco came down to join him, kissing him hard and replacing Harry’s hand with his own.