if you wore contact lenses and glasses

when i was like 14, i once wore contact lenses instead of glasses to school bc i had just learned how to put them on and i wanted to show them to my friends right, and this one guy goes and tells me “i thought girls were supposed to become beautiful when they stopped wearing glasses. something obviously went wrong with you” and that was??? so incredibly rude i wanted to cry but i just stood there not knowing what to say bc i honestly thought we were friends

but the girl sitting in front of him (who was also his crush, mind u) hears him and turns around with the most disgusted expression on her face, and calls him out on it like “omg i cant believe you said that have you even seen yourself in a mirror you have no right to tell her shit” and then she turns to me and says “dont listen to him, you look gorgeous with or without glasses” and she probably already forgot about that but i always remember it whenever i feel self-conscious about myself

so the moral of the story is: if u see someone being a jerk to someone else, dont laugh along and call them out on it. stick together and bring all the fuckboys down

You Steal the Air out of My Lungs (You Make Me Feel It)

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written by: Emily | @prosciuttoe

prompt: ‘I know that you think I hate you but I swear to God I didn’t mean to hit you with my car.‘

word count: 2815

The funny thing is, under entirely different circumstances, Clarke’s pretty sure that she and Bellamy Blake could have been friends.

The first time she meets him, Kane is introducing them and he’s supposed to be showing her the ropes, since it’s her first day at the bookstore. He has a well-worn copy of Howl’s Moving Castle sticking out of his bag, freckles, and dark, messy curls that Clarke really wants to run her fingers through. (She’s… pretty intrigued, if she’s being entirely honest.)

But then he opens his big, stupid mouth, and suddenly all of her feelings of goodwill go up in smoke, because Bellamy Blake is, undoubtedly, a massive asshole.

He won’t stop calling her Princess, for one, and makes a face every time she so much as asks a question about the cash register. The constant jibes about her having gotten the job due to nepotism (so their boss may also be her mom’s fiancé, sue her) certainly don’t help either, and he actually laughs when a book display falls on her foot.

Suffice to say, he is definitely not her favorite person. On particularly bad days, she entertains a fantasy or two of shoving him down a flight of stairs. On worse ones, she dreams of pushing him down a manhole.

Still, murderous tendencies aside, Clarke doesn’t mean to actually run him over with her car.

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Angel

This has been in the works for months and months. I simply haven’t had the inspiration nor the time to write honestly. It’s not my best writing, but I tried to get myself back into things. I’ve missed writing and you guys

Warning: SMUT

Length: 7,000+ words

               It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to be like this. Those sweet lips of his shouldn’t have been so bitter. Those eyes weren’t supposed to be so dark.

               To be fair, tonight was the one night that everyone could be whoever they wanted to. You had just fallen for his innocent ploy. How were you supposed to know those wings of his were real?

               It was Halloween. The sky was blackened and overcast, consuming the moon’s light. Careful of the brisk cold, you chose a costume that allowed for you to cover up well. Your long white dress dragged against the concrete even though you were wearing high heels. Your friend pulled you along, rushing you as if you were terribly late. There was still plenty of time though. You had all night.

               Someone had rented a club to throw a party. You had no idea who, but apparently they were a friend of a friend and that meant that you had somehow received a gorgeous black invitation with loopy orange lettering. Not one to refuse an opportunity to be someone else for a few hours, you graciously accepted and now you were trying to navigate through the gray fog covering the venue’s floor without stepping on anyone’s feet.

               There were more people here than you had expected and though you had entered holding your friend’s hand, she was suddenly nowhere to be found. The sea of masks made it near impossible to search for her. However, you weren’t too concerned. You would end up crossing paths again at some point.

               You decided to hold the hem of your gown as you strolled to make sure you didn’t trip as the ground was virtually undetectable under the man-made smoke. Hoisting yourself up onto a stool by the bar, you got your bearing as you sat and observed. The club was eerily beautiful with glass chandeliers casting a blue tinted glow on the shimmering onyx walls and floors.

               A tap on your shoulder startled you out of your awe. Spinning in your seat, you came face to face with the bartender. He wore a cape and fake elongated canine teeth for a vampire feel. He wanted to know if you wanted a drink.

               The corners of your lips upturned. In fact, you did. “Could you make something that goes with my costume?” you asked playfully.

               He smiled at your request but his white contact lenses made the expression seem sinister. “Anything for an angel,” he replied flirtily.

               You were grateful that he could tell your intended guise as you weren’t wearing fake wings. But to be fair, you had your back to him earlier, so maybe he has caught sight of the huge black wings tattooed on your skin. Though your white dress had long sleeves and was floor length, it was also totally backless. It exposed your ink well. If your gold halo didn’t give away what you were attempting, a good look at your back would.

               The bartender came back with something bubbling in a wine glass with flecks of gold leaf floating the in honey-colored liquid.

               “What is it?” you inquired as you handed the handsome blood sucker a bill.

               “Unicorn blood,” he answered with a wink.

               You appreciated his cleverness in the choice. Wiggling your fingers in farewell, you stood to leave.

               “Come back for some Hell Fire,” he called after you. You nodded without looking back and made no promises.

               Taking a sip from your glass, you were pleasantly surprised by the taste of passion fruit mixed with champagne. The sweetness cut the bitterness and the carbonation lightened the thickness of the juice. You really were going to have to return for that Hell Fire if it was anything like this.

               A firm hand gripped your elbow and you whipped around so fast that you almost spilled your cocktail. It was your friend, looking sexier than before in her police woman outfit now that she was sweating a little. She had found the dance floor without you and had even found herself a Joker to sway with. Kindly, he accepted you as an adoption to their duo and you danced with your friend as she danced with the both of you.

               Draining your Unicorn’s blood after a few songs, you decided to leave your friend to her criminal and sought out the bar again. There was a line this time and you secured yourself a small section of counter to lean against as you waited. You draped your hair to one side as you could feel the alcohol and dancing warm you from the inside. Not wanting your makeup to melt just yet, you fanned yourself with your hands. The gold bangles that adorned your wrists tinkled musically loud enough to catch the bartender’s attention. He flashed his fangs at you teasingly as he mixed a margarita.

               You were mid-chuckle when you felt a chill crawl up your spine. Goose bumps erupted on your arms and you searched for the cause. Eyes darting around, you caught sight of a tall man dressed in all black staring at you from across the room. He stood completely still even as you locked eyes. You couldn’t read his expression as an elegant mask made of lace obscured half of his face. The fabric was a stunning shade of crimson, which was at complete odds with his charcoal suit. But it did have the benefit of drawing your interest straight to his eyes, which were piercing.

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A very interesting quote from a 1983 newspaper clipping: 

 “I definitely perceive the world differently than most people do. I have really bad eyes and I never wore glasses, you see, then all of a sudden, I got contact lenses - soft ones which don’t make you see great but make you see better. Now, I’m completely confused. I used to see nothing. Now I see sort of.
Everything is either a blur or it’s psychedelic or more acid-like. Street lights sparkle, colors run together. But because I can’t see the world clearly, I look at it differently. I see it like in a dream.

Mistaken Love

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader/Sooyoung

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2736

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The only thing a girl desires is that someone loves her like no one has ever been loved before. There is nothing else a girl wants from life..

In your eyes he was everything. Whereas in his eyes, you were nothing but this shy girl who wore glasses, looked ugly and walked around his house like a stranger.

Yes, you lived with him. And yes, you were married to him. But that didn’t change the fact that he ignored you like you were a ghost or the fact that he never said something when his friends made fun of you.

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“What? You’re marrying that girl?!” Jimin asked with his eyes wide open.

Looking annoyed, Jungkook glared at Jimin. “Yah! Does it look like I want to? My family forces me!”

Laughing hysterically, Jimin started clapping. “Wow, what a beautiful story! The little prince is marrying the ugly duckling.”

Throwing the first thing that was near him to Jimin, he glared at him again. “Stop laughing or I’m going to punch you in the face. Besides that doesn’t mean that I’ll stop seeing other girls. Marrying that ugly duckling won’t change anything.”

Offering Jungkook a glass of whiskey, Jimin sat in front of Jungkook. “You admit that she is ugly?”

Turning toward Jimin with an ‘duh’ look, he flicked his forehead. “Yah, are you kidding me? Have you seen her? Those glasses, the way she dresses? It’s…disgusting!”

Little did he know that you were standing by the door, one hand holding your wedding cards that you wanted to show him and the other formed in to a fist, nails digging in to your palm, listening to their conversation.
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Even though you were married to him for five months now, the only thing you two talked about was how he wanted to divorce you. Well, he talked, you listened.

You loved him. Even though he ignored you, hated you, and cheated on you in front of your eyes, you loved him. Pathetic, right? But you wanted to be loved too. You wanted to feel special, important and beautiful.

So, one morning, when you were preparing breakfast for him, you saw a piece of paper in his hand. It was an entry form for a dance competition. Knowing how much Jungkook loved to dance, you remembered the address and decided to sign up for that competition.

But not as Y/N however as Sooyoung.

Yes, you decided to change your image, your name, everything. It was stupid, you knew that. But you wanted to spend time with Jungkook and knowing that he hated the real you, this was your only option.

That’s why you went to your best friend and asked her to change your image. Transforming you into someone that not even you yourself could recognize, you went to the address.

Smiling a little bit when you saw the building, you went in. The practice room was full with people who where talking to each other. In order to find Jungkook, you started walking around. Right when you thought you found him, the dance teacher started talking. He introduced himself and talked about the competition.  

“Pshh, okay! First of all, welcome to our dance competition. My name is Seokjin and I’m going to be your dance teacher for these next two months. All of you are aware that you’re dancing with a partner, right? So please, open the piece of paper you received at the entrance and try to find your partner with the number you’ve got. The person with the same number as yours is going to be your partner.”

Taking a deep breath, you opened the piece of paper. Number 1. Everyone was walking all over the place while shouting their number. You looked up and tried to find the person with the same number. Hoping that it was Jungkook, you started walking around.

All of a sudden you heard someone shouting ‘number one’, ‘number one’ and turned around. It was him, your husband.

Walking slowly toward him, you stood in front of him and took a deep breath. “Number one?”

Looking at you, he nodded. “Number one.”

“Nice to meet you, my name is Sooyoung.”

He smiled and grabbed your hand and placed a little kiss on it. “And my name is Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook.”

Smiling at him, you looked away and took another deep breath. This was the first time he kissed your hand.

While you were lost in your thoughts, you heard your dance teacher talking. “Okay guys. I assume you found your partner. Now, I want you to show your dance skills to your partner.”

Turning toward Jungkook, you crossed your arms in front of you and raised an eyebrow. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Jeon.

He chuckled, leaned to your ear and whispered. “Don’t be shocked.”

Leaning back, he winked at you and started dancing. You noticed, he looked very happy while dancing. You knew that it relieved his stress and made him feel better.

Panting a little bit, he looked at you. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Young-ie.

Chuckling at the nickname, you started dancing. One thing nobody knew about you was that you were really talented in dancing. This was basically the only thing you did at home while you waited for Jungkook to come home. And yes, Jungkook has a dance room in his house.

While dancing, you saw from the corner of your eye that Jungkook was watching you with his mouth open and a little smirk on his lips.

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Seeing the way you danced and swayed from side to side, he couldn’t believe that he got a good partner like you.

When you were done, you raised an eyebrow and smirked. “And?”

Lost in his own thoughts, he mumbled. “Beautiful..”

“What?” You asked, shocked.

Shaking his head, he smiled at you. “That was pretty good.”

“That’s it for today everybody. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Your dance teacher announced.

Walking toward your bag, you put your stuff in it and walked toward the door. Suddenly, you felt a grip on your wrist. Turning around, you saw Jungkook.

“Would you like to drink a coffee with me? We could talk about the moves we want to add in our dance.”

“I’m sorry but I need to go home. Maybe next time?”

Smiling a little bit disappointed, he nodded. “Okay I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

Nodding, you waved at him. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

When you walked out of the practice room, you started running. Jungkook would be at home in 30 minutes and you needed to shower, make dinner and the most important thing, change back to Y/N.

Jungkook couldn’t find out that the Sooyoung he met today was his wife. So, when you arrived at home, you showered in basically five minutes and started dressing yourself the way you normally would. Removing your contact lenses, you wore your glasses and put your hair in a messy bun. Baggy clothes and voilá, the one and only Y/N is back.

While you were setting the table, Jungkook walked in, kinda lost in his own thoughts with a little smile plastered on his face, and sat down at the table. Placing his plate in front of him, you asked him. “Are you okay? You look happy.”

He looked up at you and answered with an annoyed tone while eating his food. “None of your business.”

Sadly, you looked down at your plate. This was the real you. This was your reality. You were desperately in love with him whereas the only feeling he felt toward you was hate.


It’s been a month since you were living this life of Y/N and Sooyoung at the same time. Sometimes it was hard, really hard. Seeing Jungkook being happy with another woman was not easy for you. Well, he wasn’t with another woman, he was with you but he didn’t know that.

Till now, everything went the way you planned it. You hung out with him as Sooyoung, you danced with him as Sooyoung, you ate and drunk with him as Sooyoung. Everything he did was with Soooung. And today, after practicing your masterpiece, you decided to confess to him.. again, as Sooyoung.

“Jungkook, today, it’s my turn to show you something special.”

Placing his arm around your shoulder, he looked down at you with a smile. “Is that so?”

Smiling up at him, you nodded. “Yes, I’ll show you someting really special. Something, that means a lot to me.”

“Wow, now I’m curious. Let’s go then.”

Driving to the place you arranged everything, you took his hand and brought him to a place which was kind of abandoned and told him to stay in front of a wall.

“Okay, you stay here. I’ll be right back.”

After seeing him nod, you started walking behind the wall. Counting from three to one, you pushed the button in your hand and on the wall appeared the writing ‘I’m in love with you, Jeon..’

Peeking out of the wall a little bit, you saw Jungkook looking around for you.

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He was shocked, you could see that. Walking toward him, you smiled at him.

He spotted you and started talking. “W-What is this, Sooyoung?”

Flicking his forehead, you whispered. “It’s my love for you, Jeon. Did you not like it?”

“I-I like it but I-I need to tell you something. I’ve made a huge mistake. I should have told you that I’m a married man, Sooyoung.”

Shocked, you looked at him. “W-What?” You were not shocked about the fact that he was married. You were shocked about the fact that he mentioned you to Sooyoung. Not even once did he talk about you in this past month. But seeing that you were somewhere in his mind was really unexpected.

“O-Okay, but you never mentioned her in this past month, why?”

“It’s a little bit complicated, Sooyoung..”

“O-Okay..”, you placed your hand on his cheek. “I just wanted you to know how special you are to me. And don’t worry, nothing has changed between us. We were friends and we will remain friends. The only difference is that you are married and I will get married somehow someday.”

When you were done talking you looked up at him. He was staring at you with an shocked look.

“Is something wrong, Jungkook?”

“How can you be so positive and happy? How can you love me without expecting love in return? Don’t you feel pain in love?”

Confused, you looked at him. “Pain? Love is a gift, how can there be pain in love? It’s simple, you love your wife and I love you. Don’t worry about me.”

All of a sudden, Jungkook started shaking his head. “No.. No, I don’t love her..”

Bang.

With those words, your heart broke into little pieces..

Looking into your eyes, he started talking again. “I had shut all my doors to love. And then you came along, laughing, singing, dancing. And declared ‘I love you’. From you, I learnt what true love is. That there is no pain in love. You awakened love in me once again.. The love, that I had killed within me long back. Why did you come in my life, Sooyoung? What do I do now?”

“Run away with me.”

Shocked, he looked at you. You on the other hand continued talking.

“If you are not happy with her. If you don’t love her then come along with me. Not everyone gets equal happiness in life. Maybe with me, you can find your happiness.”

While saying these words, you were hurting really bad. He never loved you, not even once. He was unhappy with the real you. He hated Y/N..

“Tomorrow, after the competition, let’s run away.”

Slowly he started nodding his head. He never loved you, Y/N..


Today was the competition. And you decided to attempt it as Y/N, not as Sooyoung. Last night, Jungkook walked into your room and sat down on your bed. For the first time, he started stroking your hair. Your hair, the real Y/N’s. Well, he thought you were asleep maybe thats why he found the courage to do so. He leaned toward you and whispered ‘I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m really sorry..’

And that was the reason why you decided to come as Y/N and not as Sooyoung. You wanted to show him the reality.

Soon, it was your turn. The couple on the stage was almost done dancing and Jungkook was searching desperately for Sooyoung around the room. When the couple was done, the audience clapped and the MC announced Jungkook and Sooyoung’s name. Jungkook was already standing on the stage and was looking around.

Then, everything went black. You walked toward him and got in your position. One hand on his shoulder and the other holding his hand. When Jungkook realized that you came he sighed and whispered. “Finally, you’re here. Where were you, Sooyoung?”

Standing in the darkness, he didn’t notice that Y/N was standing in front of him, not Sooyoung. When the music started playing, the lights went on and when he looked up he saw you, Y/N, in front of him.

Shocked, he stood still. “W-What are you doing here?!” he hissed.

Not answering his question, you started dancing the first move. Jungkook, on the other hand, tried to register everything that was happening right now.

“Start dancing!” you whispered.

Confused he started dancing. Where was Sooyoung? Why was he dancing with his wife? How did you know the steps? What was happeni- Oh.

All of a sudden, he started remembering the things you said and have done. That was the reason why you left early every time after practice. In order to be able to change your image. This was why you looked kinda happy. Because you could spend time with him. It was not Sooyoung he fell in love with. It was you, Y/N..

While he was lost in his thoughts, he didn’t even realize that they were at the last move of their dance. Preparing himself, he leaned you backwards and looked you in the eyes. Everyone stood up and started clapping. Staying like that, he waited till the curtains closed.

Standing straight now, he whispered. “You’re a liar. You lied to me!”

“J-Jungkook, look-”

“Everything was a lie!”

“J-Jungkook-”

“How easily did you turn my sadness into joy. How quickly did you change my anger into happiness. I never, not even once gave you one drop of my love. Whereas you over flooded me with yours. How can you love me so much, Y/N?”

Shaking your head, you felt the tears rolling down your face. “Thats not hard. Even though you were forced to marry me, I believe that it was our fate that brought us together. We were meant for each other. Loving you is my destiny, Jungkook. When I see you happy, when I see you laugh, I’m happy. Only through you, I have learned that love demands nothing.” Taking a deep breath, you looked into his eyes. “Jungkook, I respect your decision and if you want to divorce me-”

All of a sudden, he leaned forward and kissed you on your lips. “I love you, Y/N. And I’m sorry, I’m really sorry for everything that I have done to you. I’m really-”

Standing on your tiptoes, you reached out and kissed him on the lips like he did seconds ago. “I love you too, Jungkook.”


“And the winner of this competition is…. the couple Jeon Jungkook and Kim Sooyoung.”

Standing there on the stage, you started hugging Jungkook. “We did it Jungkook! We won!”

Jungkook leaned back and whispered into your ears. “Wait here, I need to do something.”

Walking toward the MC, he whispered something into his ear. Walking back toward you, he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Suddenly, the MC started talking again. “I’m sorry, I announced the winners wrong. The winner of this dance competition is Mr. and Mrs. Jeon! Congratulations!”

Looking up at Jungkook you saw him looking at you cutely. 

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He leaned toward you and kissed you on your forehead. “Thank you for loving me, Y/N.”

saeyoung-luciel-707  asked:

Can I please make a request (if its not already been done) for the RFA+V reaction to finding out MC wears glasses and cant see well without them at all? (from a lil muffin who wears glasses :3)

I freaking love this. I headcanon one of my MCs is in a similar situation lol. Although I don’t know the pain of wearing glasses, I’ll try. 


Yoosung

  • in the years you had your contact lenses, you always hated them 
  • so one day you decide to don your backup pair of glasses
  • you come home from grocery shopping
  • Yoosung is too busy playing LOLOL to notice you
  • later when he comes by the kitchen for a quick snack
  • you’re busy organizing the cabinets
  • he does a double take
  • “Hon’? When did you get glasses?”
  • he’s all in your business
    • omg Yoosung personal space yo
  • “I’ve always had them, I just wore contact lenses.”
  • “There was something always missing from your pretty face!”
  • one time you smeared the lens, took it off, dropped your glasses and you spent fifteen minutes on the floor trying to find it
  • when he came home he tripped over you
  • after that incident, he always makes sure you take good care of your glasses 
  • keeps your kit in the bathroom and a spare by the desk
  • leaves cute notes (with very large print) if he’s not home to remind you to put on your glasses
    • >-> i STILL CAN’T READ IT
  • BONUS AFTER ENDING
    • he let’s you pick out his glasses because 
    • cute glasses couple
    • but when both of you lose your glasses, you have to depend on his good eye to navigate the two of you ^^;;

Jaehee

  • you were putting your contacts in the morning when your butterfingers dropped one down the drain
    • (; 〇□〇)!
  • and you were definitely not going to walk around with just one clear eye
  • you remember Jaehee keeps her glasses in the nightstand when she’s at home
  • carefully traverses from the bathroom to the bedroom
    • bumps elbow on the doorknob
    • ヘ(。□°)ヘ 
    • curses under breath
  • when you finally reach the nightstand you put on her glasses
  • “NON-PRESCRIPTION…REALLY!?”
  • hearing you yell, Jaehee checks on you
  • when you turn around she notices you’re sporting her glasses and she’s taken aback 
  • “Why are you wearing my glasses?”
  • “I dropped my contacts, and I now regret my decision of getting rid of my glasses.”
  • she giggles and kisses your nose
    • ー(°◇°〃)
  • “Try and get ready so we can pick out a new pair for you”

Zen

  • you wear your glasses every time you’re at home
  • of course, he notices it, he’s OBSESSED WITH IT
  • “MC, wear it to bed”
    • “wHHYY???”
    • “i want to SLEEP zen”
  • but he doesn’t know how bad your vision is
    • always thought they were non-prescription
  • one day you two are sitting on the couch watching TV
  • for fun, he decides to try on your glasses
    • holy shit you’re freaking blind!
    • strains his eyes and gets an immediate headache
  • “Oh!”
  • you can see his eyes cross for a minute omg
  • after explaining to him that yeah those are my real glasses you dope
  • he’s even MORE OBSESSED WITH IT
  • “MC, wear it to bed”
  • “WHY?”
  • “How else are you supposed to admire the view?” 
    • ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) ~ ❤
  • “Haha nice try, I’ll see you clearly in my dreams. Goodnight.”
  • (╬ Ò ‸ Ó) !

Jumin

  • you were planning on taking it easy and study all day (as contradictory as it sounds lol)
  • but you lost your contacts
    • you could have sworn you left them on the nightstand
    • maybe Elizabeth 3rd got to them >->
  • regardless, you don your old pair of glasses and buckle down with your studying
  • hours later you go to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea
  • Jumin comes home around the same time 
  • you greet him and he’s just like ???
  • but at the same time, he’s like ♡ ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
  • “Why are you wearing glasses? Is it a new trend?”
    • ??? 
    • why else would I wear glasses you donut
  • “No, I just lost my contacts so I’m wearing them. I can’t really see without them”
  • ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
  • he takes your glasses off
  • “look at me”
  • everything is extremely blurry so you squint to find his eyes
  • with that he puts them back on you
  • “I will have you pick out ten pairs you like”
  • (⊙ロ⊙) ;; nO! 
  • you tell him your old pair is fine and you just needed no contacts
  • you two compromise: you get new contacts and he picks out ONE pair of glasses for you

707

  • one of the many things that he forgot during his background check on you
  • and since you were living with Seven your contacts were uncomfortable
    • it had to be the dust in the air or something :/
  • so you made the switch to your glasses
  • one morning he’s going through his morning ritual
  • when he reaches to grab his glasses
  • he sees that they are PLAIN
    • the Great 707 wears no ordinary spectacles!
  • ???
  • puts them on anyways and immediately knows it’s not his 
  • he figures it has to be yours so he decides to have some fun with you
  • he leaves his glasses out for you to try on
  • and when you can’t find yours you put on Seven’s
    • not like you can see with them anyways ;;
  • you go ask if he’s seen them around
  • when he swivels in his chair, he immediately gets nauseous
    • immediate regret
    • OMG HOW LONG WAS HE WEARING THEM!?
  • he takes your glasses off and runs over to the trash can to retch
    • he was REALLY committed to this
    • the doof (*゚ー゚)ゞ
  • “Why would you wear them if they’re not yours!?”
  • “the…GREAT 707…always–” stops to retch, “–never chokes…on a prank”
  • ._. alright jellybean

V

  • one of your eye contacts popped out while you were in the bus
    • no freaking way you were going to pick it back up
  • luckily you’re always prepared and after taking out your other contact you put on your spare glasses
  • you were planning on making a surprise visit to V at his gallery
  • you find V watching one of the curators adjust one of his photos on the wall
  • sneaks up behind him
  • “Keep your eyes closed!”
  • hearing your voice he smiles and obeys
  • you get in front of him to kiss him
  • he feels your glasses squish his face
    • ???
  • “Are you wearing sunglasses?”
  • you tell him about the incident on the bus
  • he has you take off your glasses to see his photos
    • “What do you see?”
    • “Uh…lots of green and uh…yellow blobs.”
The Party - Part Four

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Summary: You get nervous before your date with Jared, and Jensen tries to reassure you

Words: 1,114 (1,157 with texts)

Jared x Reader

Warnings: None

Your name: submit What is this?

The next day seemed to drag, but you always thought that the 27th did. Christmas was officially over, but it was too early to start thinking about New Year’s Eve, so you were just stuck in this sort of limbo.

You got a text from Jared in the morning, but since then you hadn’t heard from him.

Jensen came to sit down next to you when you were sat on the couch that afternoon, and you turned to face him.

“How are you, kiddo?” he asked, and you rolled your eyes.

“Not a kid,” you mumbled, “I’m over thirty.”

He laughed, “Barely. And there’s nothing wrong with that. What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

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anonymous asked:

glasses for Promnised Night?

Send in your one word prompts!

Promnised Prompt Night #5: Glasses

Noun

1. A pair of lenses set in a frame resting on the nose and ears, used to correct or assist defective eyesight or protect the eyes.

2. A pair of binoculars.

Ignis wasn’t expecting to wake up one day and find Prompto wearing glasses. But there they were. And there they were. And Prompto was just smiling like nothing had changed.

“I wasn’t aware you wore contacts,” was the first thing Ignis said.

Prompto had laughed. “I ran out of eyedrops,” was the simple explanation. 

Ignis dug into his bag, producing a vial for Prompto to see.

Strangely enough, Prompto looked disappointed by its procurement. “Oh, cool,” he said anyways, tone dragging as he took the bottle. “Thanks.”

A week later, he was wearing them again.

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Glasses

Notes: Dex has hella siblings, Aubrey is two years older than him and Jenna is three years younger. Also Dex’s family calls him Liam, but I kept his name Will in the narrative. Shout out to everyone who had extremely ugly glasses as a kid.


      He couldn’t breathe. He absolutely can’t see and he can’t breathe. His last pair of prescription contacts, which were supposed to last him two more weeks had ripped. He had scoured the bathroom for an extra pair, even tried to make do with the ripped lens, but the contact immediately fell out of his eye. He clutched his chest and took several deep breaths before pulling the bulky glasses case out from the shoe box hidden in the back corner of his closet. He steadied his hands before pulling the large frames onto to his face.

 “Yo Poindexter!” Will sank into himself, turning the corner and racing down the hall towards the closest classroom. Behind him James Corrs and Chad McGowan were dodging other students in an effort to reach him, and Will felt a rush of panic shoot down his spine as he realizes he had ran directly into Dennis Stevens. He had no idea why, but a large group of the student body, especially a group of certain eighth graders had found it hilarious when Will was forced to get glasses. For a few weeks he had refused to wear them during the school day, but one too many teachers had called home complaining that Will wasn’t getting anything done in class because he spent the entire period squinting at the board. His mother had threatened to take away his season tickets to the hockey rink if he refused to wear the glasses, and for some ridiculous reason he had convinced himself that he couldn’t tell his mother about the threats, so he complied. When he asked his older brother to take him to get contacts he had scoffed, “Twelve year olds can’t get contacts, Liam.” So there he stood, his back against a row of lockers as the crowd taunted him chanting “Four-eyed Poindexter” and Chad pounded Will’s stomach with his fists. They had only stopped when the second period bell rang, but James had turned back at the last second to punch him directly in the nose. When Aubrey was called into the nurse’s office to calm him down, he lied and told her he had slipped and broken his nose. And even though Aubrey stuck by side as often as she could from then on, Will still had to hide black eyes and bruises from his family until his fifteenth birthday. His mother had found it “incredibly strange that you want to spend your birthday at the optometrists, Liam, really we can go tomorrow.” But he had insisted, and it was the best birthday present he had ever gotten.

     He ducks his head, trying to keep his breathing shallow and even as he shuffled into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. But of course everyone is there, stuffed in tight around the dining table and leaning against the counters as Bitty flipped pancakes at the stove. He keeps his head down, but Bitty notices him immediately and chirps, “Morning, Mr. Poindexeter.” But when he actually looks at Dex, he does a double take, “I didn’t know you wore glasses!” And then everyone is staring at him, at the gigantic, thick lensed glasses. His entire body burns, he can feel the blood flooding his cheeks but the room is silent so he gives a forced chuckle, “I wear contacts but my prescription ran out.” But as he turns toward the table everyone is still staring at him in wonder, except Nursey who is wearing a mischievous grin. He knows what is coming, as a spark of humiliation and rage flutters in the pit of his stomach, Nursey huffs out a small laugh. “You pick out those frames yourself? You look like true 1960’s Poindexter, all you’re missing are the suspenders and pocket protector.” It was a weak chirp, and honestly, he’d heard it a thousand times before but hearing it from his friends, especially Nursey, who was gorgeous and flawless with perfect vision, it just stung. Immediately he felt dizzy with embarrassment and he had to bite his lip to stop himself from crying. Without thinking he ripped the glasses off of his face let them hit the ground before stepping on the lens. The second he heard them crunch, he bolted up the staircase, only faintly hearing the, “Not cool, Nursey.” Followed by an, “I didn’t know, I- had no idea-“

    He found himself on the roof, clutching his knees to his chest as he waited for Jenna to answer her cell, and when he got her voicemail, he explained that he would give her anything she wanted if she drove to the optometrist’s office and convinced them to express mail him his next prescription. He was adding the twentieth please to the end of the message when he heard the window behind him. He didn’t bother to turn around because he probably wouldn’t be able to tell who they were until they got to his side. He was typing a message to Jenna, holding the screen about an inch from his face, when a body settled next to him.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Dex.” Nursey tried to rest a hand on his shoulder, the way that makes his stomach flutter, but Dex moves flinches away violently. He hears a desperate whine from Nursey, and when he looks to his side, Nursey has a one hand fisted in his curls, with the other clutching what Dex assumes are the glasses. He sucks in a deep breath before whispering, “They look really cute on you.”

  “Excuse me?!” For someone who preached peace and acceptance, Nursey was being incredibly cruel. Dex could feel his hands start to shake uncontrollably as he reached out to snatch the glasses, but Nursey caught his wrist and pulled him in close.  He could feel Nursey’s breath on his face and see the specs of gold in his eyes.

“I only said what I said because I was trying to cover up the fact that I am so incredibly turned on by the image of you in glasses.” Dex is ready to punch Nursey for being such douchebag but Nursey is slipping the glasses onto his face (the frames had cracked in several places, but lenses had escaped unscathed) and leaned in to press a hot kiss against his mouth.

    Just as Nursey slipped his tongue into his mouth, he pulled back and searched his face, their foreheads pressed together. Nursey had eyes shut and he’s laughing breathlessly, and he reaches a hand up to cup the back of his neck and the other moves to his waist. “If you’re fucking with me I’m gonna push you off this roof.” Nursey shook his head before ducking in again, kissing him gently before whispering, “What do I have to do to get you to wear these in bed?” And Dex actually shoves his shoulder hard.

Downstairs Lardo comes back in the front door announcing, “They’re all good.” To everyone’s relief.

#32 Insecurities *requested*

“If you don’t want to write smut then could I request something? Maybe where 4/4 help you through your insecurities? Sorry not the best at spelling.”

Ashton:  
You wore glasses. You hated them. You wore contact lenses every day to make sure people would never have to know you wore glasses. You thought they made you look geeky and they were too big. Ashton had invited you to stay at his house for a few nights so while packing you grabbed a box of contact lenses. You didn’t realise they were empty. The following morning you went to put some in until you realised you didn’t actually have any.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no.” you said thinking it was a whisper.
“What’s wrong Y/N,” Ashton said through the bathroom door.
“Nothing,” you replied. You were slightly freaking out. Without your glasses you couldn’t see anything. You wouldn’t be able to spend any time with Ashton. Sighing you reached into your bag. Even though you hated them you carried your glasses everywhere for situations like this. You left the bathroom and bumped into Ashton,
“You wear glasses,” he noted.
“Don’t look at me!” you said covering your face. He took your wrists down and looked at your face
“You look adorable!” he shouted playfully, “really adorable.”
“You don’t have to be nice to me.” You mumbled. Ashton walked away before coming back with his own glasses on.
“Let’s take a glasses selfie!” he suggested, “So my fans can see how adorable you look too.” You were slightly hesitant but eventually got in position for the selfie. Looking at the picture you did think it was cute. Smiling you decided to make it the lock screen of your phone.

Luke:  
You looked in the mirror. You weren’t happy with what you saw. You felt as if your nose was massive. You had saved up since you found out that nose jobs existed so you could get one. You hated your nose. Whenever you took selfies you deleted them almost instantly because you felt as if your nose was taking up the whole picture. Luke walked past the bathroom having a quick look in as you left the door open and he was curious to what you were doing. When he saw you poking your nose (in an un-gross way) He was confused,
“What are you doing?” you jumped at his voice. You hadn’t realised you left the door open. Sighing you felt like you should tell him.
“I’m getting a nose job,”
“Are you joking?” he laughed, stopping when he realised you weren’t. “You can’t be serious? Your nose is fine!”
“No it’s not! It’s all big and gross!”
“It’s cute. I have fallen in love with your nose. Any other nose would be odd.”
“Luke don’t do this. I want a nose job. I hate my nose.”
“Getting a nose job won’t change any future children’s nose. They may get your old nose and people may think you cheated on me.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his logic.
“I really hope our children don’t get my nose. They should get yours. Now yours is adorable.” He walked closer and ‘booped’ your nose making you laugh more.
“Please don’t get a nose job.” He pleaded. You looked into his puppy eyes and sighed,
“Ok. I won’t. But I have full right to change my mind in the future.

Calum:
In the fam you were seen as a kill joy. You never laughed a long with the guys or ever joined in when they were being silly. They thought you were a real stuck up girl. But it wasn’t true. You actually quite frequently joined in with the guys while they were doing strange things. It was just you didn’t want to laugh in front of the fam. The reason being you snorted when you laughed. At school you were teased for being a ‘little piggy’ and you tried your best not to laugh in front of anyone again. You did laugh in front of Calum as you trusted him. But you weren’t sure you wanted the public to know you laughed like that just yet.
“Hey Y/N,” Calum said getting your attention. They were currently doing a twit cam and he wanted you to come over, you shook your head. He was aware of your feelings towards your laugh. You had previously spoken about you opening up the the fam but you had felt as if you weren’t ready. Calum sighed and looked into the camera.
“You guys. Y/N has a problem, well she sees it as a problem, I think it is adorable. She snorts when she laughs and I hope you won’t judge her for it. She has kept it a secret for so long I think it’s time you know the real her.” At first you were shocked and angry that he had done that but you eventually leant into the fact people knew. After about 15 minutes you went over and sat on Calum’s knee getting more and more involved in the twit cam and later on that night, #weloveyourlaughY/N was trending on twitter.

Michael:
You were slightly overweight. But you felt like an elephant. Every day you got more and more invested in ways to hide how heavy you felt. But Michael caught on when he suggested you sat on his lap. You quietly refused. He laughed and patted his knees. You shook your head. He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you down and wrapped his arms around your waist. You tried to relax but you couldn’t. You quickly stood up and ran from the room upset. Michael quickly followed.
“Are you ok Y/N?” he asked concerned.
“I’m fine. Did I hurt you?”
“Hurt me? No, when would you have hurt me?”
“When I sat on you.”
“I’m confused. How would sitting on me hurt me?”
“Because I’m so heavy. I’m so fat… I…” you began to cry.
“Hey,” he said quickly closing the distance between you and wrapping his arms around you. He began to rock you slightly, “You aren’t fat. Who said that?”
“No one, that is just how I feel.”  He stroked your hair.
“You didn’t hurt me and you aren’t fat. Even if you were I would still love you. I love you. Do you understand. I would love you even if you woke up with blue skin.” You nodded. He ran his finger across your cheeks to get rid of your tears.
“I love you too,” you replied. You knew you had more chance of feeling good in your body now that you had Michael to help and encourage you. On your own it would have been a slow process. Now you had help it could go faster

Masterlist

red; jikook

genre: sMUT! don’t read if you’re not comfortable with that!

words: 9K (i know, I basically wrote a novel)

summary: despite being the boring, stiff worker for a trendy and large company, you're asked to join the celebration of a co-worker with your other co-workers, totally unaware of what the night had in store for you.

members: jungkook & jimin from bts

!!WARNING!! this smut contains some BDSM themes, as well as breathplay and thigh riding. (I told ya’ll this was gonna be intense) if you’re not comfortable with that, once again please don’t continue to read further onwards.

Originally posted by sugutie

A/N: so, after this jikook dance, I immediately thought of the idea of this scenario. smut isn’t exactly something i tend to write (i think i've only written this like, three times in my entire life) so, i apologise if this sucks butt. i tried though! please send in feedback, so I can either plan other smut scenarios or just not write them at all, lol. i hope you’re all having a wonderful day and I hope you enjoy this scenario! happy reading! x

yours truly, admin tina.

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Kara Should Wear a Two-Piece

This is a continuation of @autumnknight17 ‘s swim instructor!Kara fic which is fabulous and can be found HERE. 

I just really like Cat ogling Kara, what can I say?


Cat Grant had seen many fine biceps in her time as Queen of All Media (not least of which were Idris Elba’s). She’d even consider herself, as with many other things, an expert on bicep quality.

Kara Danvers had the most beautiful biceps Cat had ever seen. Not the largest, of course, but by far the most beautiful.

Carter had swimming lessons with the girl again and Cat didn’t need to go and it’s not like she wanted to go, but she was worried about Carter. She’d delayed his swimming lessons because he didn’t like to swim. What if he gave Kara trouble? What if Kara pressured him into swimming when he didn’t want to?

So it was perfectly reasonable for Cat to rent out the pool for two hours every Monday and Thursday evening to watch her son swim. She brought work too, it wasn’t like she was wasting time.

Besides, while Carter practiced his strokes Kara would ask Cat questions about journalism (no, giving her an autograph had not overly-inflated Cat’s ego). Cat couldn’t just leave this poor girl to go it alone like Cat had. And when Kara walked back over to the pool side it was perfectly reasonable to watch her go. The girl could slip.

Perhaps Cat’s eyes strayed a little to Kara’s skin tight shorts and everything hugging one-piece. Also, why did Kara wear a one piece? Cat could swim in a two-piece, certainly this swim instructor could.

“Good evening Ms. Grant! Hey Carter! Sorry, I’m late, there was an accident.” Kara was never late. It was Cat’s fourteenth favorite thing about her.

However, the cardigan Kara was wearing was definitely not going to make Cat’s list. How could Kara justify covering her arms in such a hideous outfit? In fact the only skin Cat could see was at Kara’s ankles, wrists, and face. What year was it? Had this girl time traveled?

“Kara! Are you okay? What was the accident?” Carter, the dear boy, had completely come out of his shell at Kara’s gentle teaching style. Of course he would worry about her.

“Oh I wasn’t in it!” Kara lifted her hands in comfort and smiled, “And there were only a few bruises, nobody got too hurt.” Kara blinked. “A-At least, that’s what I heard anyway. I didn’t see it of course.” Kara readjusted the glasses perched on her nose. It’d be adorable if Cat found anything adorable.

Besides Carter obviously. Cater was adorable and smart and talented and witty and charming and Kara wore glasses?

Cat watched Kara as she chatted with Carter and opened the pool door. She was, indeed, wearing glasses. Kara had a bag though, Cat shrugged, hopefully her contact lenses weren’t too uncomfortable in the pool.

“Are you coming Ms. Grant?” Kara looked at her expectantly. Those glasses framed her face quite nicely.

“Mhh, just contemplating who I’m firing today.” Cat didn’t walk with extra sway in her hips. She always walked with this much sway in her hips. She did however notice that Kara’s eyes blinked down to her hips.

Even glasses couldn’t hide that look.

Interesting.

Kara excused herself to change and Carter did the same.

“Hey mom! Watch this!” Cat sat down and booted up her laptop, a smile quirking over her lips at Carter’s call.

She looked up just in time to watch her son leap into the deep end. He was so proud of himself, he really had gotten much better at swimming over the last few weeks. Maybe Cat should pay Kara more?

Carter hadn’t come up yet.

“Carter?” Cat stood from her chair and walked toward the pool. Carter wasn’t coming up. “Carter!”

Cat made it two more steps before she felt air whip past her and heard a body hit the water. Not even three seconds later Kara was at the surface heaving both herself and Carter up over the edge of the pool and onto the pool deck. Kara had him flipped onto his side and pressing on his sternum before Cat could even kneel beside them.

The coughing that came from her son was one of the sweetest sounds Cat would ever be graced with. It also made her acutely aware of her own heartbeat.

“Carter, are you alright? You will never do that again! You won’t even look at water again!” Carter was breathing hard, but he was breathing, and he smiled up at Cat.

“Mom, mom, I’m okay.” He coughed again, “but I won’t do that again!”

Cat frowned and pulled him into a hug. Her brilliant boy could be such a fool.  

Kara leaned back on her knees and breathed a sigh of relief. Cat looked up in time to see Kara smiling at them. Kara hadn’t finished changing.

The water that had soaked her hair, still down, she hadn’t got it pushed back into her usual pony-tail yet, was cascading down her chest. And pooling in her bra. And then continuing down to her jeans. Her abs.

Cat blinked. Kara should really wear two-pieces. Cat could still feel her pulse but it wasn’t in her chest anymore.

“Go dry off Carter, I think that’s enough swimming for today.” Cat rubbed his back while her grumbled but he shook a little getting up. He didn’t walk very close to the pool either. Cat frowned.

“ Sorry Ms. Grant, if I hadn’t been late, that wouldn’t have happened.” Kara reached up to adjust the glasses that weren’t on her face.

Ah, so that’s what that movement was for. Cat shook her head, “No, it’s not your fault, I should have forbidden him from swimming until you were by the poolside.” Cat glanced down again at Kara’s bra and frowned. “How did you get out here so fast? I was already walking toward the pool when I shouted for him. It looks like you were mid-changing. How did you even hear me?”

Kara looked down as well and the blush that raged over her face was priceless. “Oh, goodness, sorry Ms. Grant, I’ll go change!” She stood faster than Cat could reach out to her and charged back into the locker room.

Well, her curiosity hadn’t killed her yet. Cat stood and followed Kara.

Kara’s hair was wrapped in a towel and she was fumbling with her glasses when Cat caught up with her. “How bad is your eye sight anyway? You couldn’t have put on contact lenses that fast.”

Cat narrowed her eyes as Kara fumbled about. Something just wasn’t adding up here. A ping sounded on Cat’s phone but she didn’t look away from Kara.

“I uh, I didn’t need them to get to the pool Ms. Grant. Uh, they’re mostly for distance reading.” The only dry part of Kara was the cardigan she was holding to her chest. The action only made her biceps stand out more.

No, Cat would not be distracted. “And what? You’re an Olympic class sprinter and weight lifter? You pulled Carter out of the pool over your shoulder.”

Kara wasn’t looking at Cat. She was looking at anything that wasn’t Cat. “I-I, well, I work out,” Cat scoffed. “A-and I do run. It’s not that amazing. I-it’s not amazing at all! I have a cousin who swam and he could pull grown men out of the pool! In fact lots of people-”

“Mom?”

Cat turned but not before watching Kara all but sag with relief. “One moment Carter, I’m just talking with Kara.” Kara straightened when Cat turned back to her.

Cat sighed, maybe she was over thinking all of this. Kara had just saved her son after all. “Thank you for saving Carter. I do appreciate that.”

Kara smiled, “Of course Ms. Grant. He’s an amazing kid.”

Cat nodded and looked at Kara’s now drenched cardigan. “Do you have other clothes to change into? Or would you like my driver to drop you at home?”

Kara blushed, “Oh, uh, actually that’d be nice. I didn’t bring a change of clothes. Didn’t think I’d be jumping into the pool with-”

The babbling had only recently made it onto Cat’s list. It was number twenty-eight. “Yes, yes, you can use my jacket to cover up with until we get to the car too.”

The cough that Cat heard before she walked out stopped her. She turned and Kara was very distinctly still not looking at her. “You, uh, you may want to use the jacket Ms. Grant.”

Cat looked down. Ah, she’d worn white. Carter’s hair was wet. She looked back up at Kara. “Mhh, most people would pay good money to see this.”

She chuckled at Kara’s wide eyes and turned to head out to the pool. Maybe she should invite Kara over for lunch and a swim in the ocean? Purely to thank her for saving Carter of course.

Cat didn’t cover up with her coat. Even when she was sitting in the back seat of her car right next to Kara. Carter’s ramblings to the driver in the front seat would usually interest her much more. But Kara’s still bare shoulders were quite distracting.

Not as distracting as the charming blush the younger woman wore while she determinedly stared out the car window though.


I’ll put this on AO3 at some point. 

What if Vlad wore contact lenses?

Like, what if he had really bad eyesight in highschool and wore glasses, but Jack convinced him to try contacts and he’s been hooked ever since bc he hates how glasses make him look.

but one day he looses his contacts and he’s forced to wear a pair of really ugly backup glasses.

Chaos ensues when Danny discovers this little fact.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I see you’re taking Jikook prompts.. Can you write me soemthing about jimin being embarrassed about his glasses (the ones he wore pre debut, not the square ones) because he used to get made fun of for them in school, but now Jungkook finds them really sexy? Smut if you’re comfortable with it xx

(I’m assuming you mean these?)


Title: You Should Wear Them More Often
Pairing: jikook (Jimin/Jungkook)
Word Count: 973
Rating: NC-17 (ish)
Warnings/Notes: Mild Sexual Content, Glasses Kink (if that’s a thing?).
Summary:
Jungkook’s never admitted it, but he’s definitely got a thing for glasses. And no, he doesn’t mean the circular framed props they give them in photo shoots, or the thickly rimmed ones Taehyung or Seokjin have taken a liking to wearing; he’s talking about the slim, prescribed black spectacles that rest upon the bridge of Park Jimin’s nose, curling over his ear and beneath the dark tuffs of hair.

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The Pizza Boy - One shot Phan.

Summery: Phil’s parents have gone away on holiday leaving Phil home alone, Seeing as he couldn’t be bothered to actually make food ordering a pizza seemed like a great idea. He didnt think he would end up meeting an important person at the same time. 

Word count: 3100+ 

Tags: Phan, Getting together, Friends-lovers, Fluff, Cute, Kisses. 

Warnings: None, unless cute fluffy kisses (and neck biting) triggers you. 

Phil sat in his house; his parents had gone on holiday and had left him here so he could finish some of his studies. He didn’t really mind staying home and missing the family holiday, but he would have loved to have not been left there alone. His house was pretty big, and that in turn actually scared him, it may have only been two floors high, but it was split into two different sections like two different wings of a house. The other downside of living on his own was that he had no motivation to cook and he was really hungry.

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never-not-dying  asked:

Do you have any idea if Dylan had contacts?

When Dylan got his drivers license October 16, 1997, the dossier mentions corrective lenses.  However, it is possible that after his first (and last) license permit was issued, he might’ve worn contact lenses.  The drivers license data often isn’t updated regularly enough to reflect such changes.  Of course, we don’t know to what extent Dylan’s vision needed correction  He may have only needed a slight bit of correction - but then again, if you look at the close-up photo of him with glasses when he’s attending Devon’s bday party, you can see that the lenses are fairly thick and they distort his eyes making them seem smaller. Usually, thick lenses automatically suggest that he needed a fair to heavy amount of optical correction. It seems a good possibility that he wore contact licenses during the day while at school and work so he wouldn’t have to deal with the ‘four eyes geek’ comments from jocks and such.  He could also switch to his signature sunglasses while wearing contacts. Who wants to go through the hassle of switching off the eyeglasses to put on sunglasses? By the end of the day when Dyl got home, he’d pull out his beater eye glasses, giving his eyes a much needed break while chilling out in the comfort of his own home. The video footage that Judy Brown filmed shows Dyl with his glasses on while working sound in theater.  I would bet this was in the evening when he was doing pre-production for plays so he just preferred to wear his glasses as it was probably more comfortable around theater peers. 

For @ariannenymerosmartell  Happy birthday Ari!

“Of course you can bring a friend home for the holidays,” Catelyn said, with the sort of tone that inhaled as she spoke. “Why on earth wouldn’t you be allowed?  Robb’s bringing Theon again, after all.”

“Thanks, Catelyn,” Jon said.  He still felt strange calling her that.  He did his best not to.  But his therapist said he should make space for himself, and calling her by her name was a way to do that.  He wasn’t a little boy any longer.  He could do this.  “It means a lot.  She’s not got anywhere to go, and it would suck to spend the holidays alone.”

He heard silence on the other end of the line.  “She?” Catelyn asked.  

Jon took a deep breath.  “Yes.  Dany.  She’s in my Military History since 1500 class.”  She was the only girl in it, and had spent most of the time glaring at the other male students when they talked down to her and then outflanking them during discussion sections leaving them all on their asses trying to gather their thoughts.  She reminded him of Arya.

“Dany,” Catelyn said slowly.  “Well…”  Jon prepared himself.  He’d been so relieved she’d said yes and now… “Well, she’ll have to sleep in Sansa’s room.  Or Arya’s.”

Jon heard in the background Arya’s energetic statement, “She can stay in my room,” and he sighed to himself and leaned against the door of the tiny bedroom he shared with Sam.  

“She’ll stay with Arya,” Catelyn said, and Jon heard himself thanking her again.

“I want to talk to him,” he heard Arya say and then the sound of the phone shuffling, and Arya asking, point-blank, “So.  Who’s your girlfriend, then?”


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Seriously

Fandom: Avengers
Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x reader
Summary: The reader is self conscious about wearing her glasses, thinking they make her look ugly. Steve cheers her up, assuring her that she’s beautiful to him.
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Burdened with glorious fluff
A/N: Aww I haven’t written Steve in ages! I’m pretty happy with this, hope you enjoy it x

I honestly feel I deserve a medal for getting my fellow Avengers into Sherlock. Watching Clint and Nat argue over Johnlock (Clint’s newfound OTP) was something quite extraordinary, not to mention hilarious. And how could I forget the time our resident Asgardian started finding similarities between Sherlock Holmes and Tony, thus spurring Tony to spend a little over a month pretending to be the famous sleuth? That was something no one would be forgetting in a hurry.
I took my usual spot on the floor by the coffee table, sitting only a couple of metres from the TV. No one questions why I sit so close, and that’s the way I want it to stay.
About halfway through the episode, Bruce called it quits and went to bed.
“Have my seat, (Y/N),” he called over his shoulder, smiling kindly. I hesitated, and moved reluctantly onto the sofa beside Steve. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to sit beside him or anything, it was that the sofa was a good two metres back from where I’d usually sit. And I could barely see a damn thing.
It was difficult, being an Avenger and having sight problems. Usually I just wore contact lenses, and no one noticed, but I didn’t like wearing them when we were just lazing around the tower. I hated wearing my glasses, and couldn’t even remember the last time I’d taken them out my drawer.
I narrowed my eyes slightly, trying to make out what was happening on the screen. I sighed in exasperation, standing up.
“I’m really tired, I’m gonna go to bed,” I said quickly, faking a yawn. The others nodded, engrossed in the episode. Steve looked over the back of the couch, wearing a look of concern.
“You alright?” he asked, frowning. I nodded a little too enthusiastically to seem normal, and cursed inwardly.
“Just tired,” I repeated, hurrying to my room. Why do I have to be so awkward around him?
I shut my door quickly, going to stand in front of my mirror. Tears were welling in my eyes, both from straining to see and making an idiot of myself in front of Steve.
Sighing, I went to my drawer and grabbed the small case. My glasses felt heavy in my hand as I slid them onto my face gently. My face looked plainer than ever with them on, my frown looking even sadder. Someone cleared their throat in the doorway.
Turning quickly, I shoved my glasses up my sleeve, hiding my hand behind my back.
“Hey Steve,” I said quickly, a little too brightly. He nodded slightly.
“You sure you’re okay? You looked kind of upset earlier,” he said slowly. I nodded, forcing a smile on my face.
“Just tired. It’s been a long day,” I reassured. He raised his eyebrows, unconvinced.
“We’ve been watching movies all day, (Y/N). And what are you hiding behind your back?”
I raised my hands. “Nothing!”
“And what’s that tucked in your sleeve?” he asked, crossing his arms.
I sighed defeatedly. “My glasses,” I mumbled, holding them up for him to see.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses.”
“You weren’t supposed to.”
“Why don’t you wear them?” he asked curiously. I shrugged.
“They make me look horrible,” I muttered.
“Put them on,” he said, smiling slightly. I slid them onto my face reluctantly, avoiding looking at him.
“Look in the mirror,” he told me. I frowned, turning to the mirror. “Tell me what you see.”
I shrugged again. “A plain looking girl with glasses, I guess.”
“You wanna know what I see?”
“If I say no, are you gonna tell me anyway?” I joked. He chuckled, standing behind me and looking in the mirror.
“I see a beautiful girl, whose glasses look amazing on her. They make her eyes even prettier, and she should wear them more often,” he said softly. He wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder and still looking in the mirror. I stood in shock.
“Seriously?” I whispered doubtfully. He shifted to press a kiss to my cheek gently.
“Seriously.”

runningwolf62  asked:

Now imagine Isabel and Farlan sitting at the computer, sneaking glances at each other, and thinking "I really want to kiss him/her"

“Shower is free.” Farlan announced, rubbing a towel through his wet hair. 

“Hmm?” Izzy asked, pushing a pair of a tortoise shell glasses up the bridge of her nose. She wore them sometimes, late at night.

He watched her eyes widen behind the lenses as she took in the damp hair on the nape of his neck. 

“Damn, you FBI agents get spoiled,” Farlan turned and looked around the spacious hotel room, basked in warm yellow light and overlooking a darkening city skyline. They were staying for the next few nights while Izzy worked her contacts and security networks for traces of their targets.

“Being the director’s little sister does have its perks,” Izzy sighed, slamming her laptop lid and sliding her glasses into her hair to rub at her eyes. “But don’t get used to it.”

Too late, Farlan thought, watching her stretch her neck and back from the corner of his eye. He swallowed, trying to calm his racing heart. 

It had been thrilling, pretending to be Mr. and Mrs. Wellington at the hotel’s front desk. 

“My wife loves this place,” Farlan had said to the clerk, flinging an arm around Izzy and pulling her close. She gave him a tight, warning smile, but he ignored her and pressed his lips to her temple in a chaste kiss. “Isn’t that right, darling?”

“It’s true, I have…fond memories of this place,” Izzy had played along, smiling and leaning in to his touch. She always smelt like something wild and sweet, like cottage roses in an open field. 

It was that mysterious smile that had first caught his attention. She wasn’t simple, she was a puzzle, like a line of coding he couldn’t wait to figure out and unravel. 

“Need some help?” He asked, standing behind her, his hands hovering over her shoulders but not quite making contact.

“Let me guess,” she laughed. “Hacker by day, massage therapist by night.”

Farlan touched Izzy gently, feeling her warmth beneath his fingers. “What can I say,” he said, kneading his fingers in deeper. “I like to use my hands.”

“I bet,” Izzy said, throwing her head back to stare up at Farlan. She looked tired but open in way that Farlan hadn’t seen in since they were handcuffed together and struggling to get their breathing back under control.  

Then quick as cat, Izzy pushed off the chair and away from Farlan to sift through her unpacked bag, pulling out a few items and heading for the shower.

“Make yourself useful and order us some wine, okay?” she asked without looking at him “I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night.”

“Red or white?” Farlan asked, his throat feeling dry. 

Izzy just gave him a look over her shoulder before shutting the bathroom door.