that glorious jawline

Blind Dating||Part Two {S.M}

requested// a part two to my imagine, Blind Dating

author’s note// literally all of my second parts suck maybe this one will make a difference ayo hope yalike!

masterlist || link to part one

You were in Shawn’s truck. Which felt weird, cause you never got into strange men’s cars. Of course, no one should do that, but this felt weird. And not the bad kind of weird that made you feel like you were about to be cut into a thousand pieces, the kind of weird that gave you butterflies. His hand was on your thigh, and that also felt weird. But again, the good kind of weird. The kind of weird that confused you, since you had never even liked anyone’s hands on your thigh before. You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket, which caused you to shift and that caused him to remove his hand from your leg. A pang of sadness washed over you, and you almost instantly pushed it away, mentally scolding yourself. 

He could do the same thing as the last one did. Don’t get too close. Don’t fall too deep. 

You picked up your phone from your back pocket. It was Joey. 

“Is that Joey or Leo?” He chuckled. His chuckle was absolutely beautiful. Maybe the most beautiful thing you’ve heard, next to his voice. You had stayed up hours the previous night listening to his covers and even some of his original songs. You weren’t even slightly surprised he was so famous. You stared at him, slightly creepily. But you really hadn’t gotten a chance to really take him in. And he was perfect. His jawline was glorious, but it wasn’t so sharp that he resembled a rat. (like some guys you had seem, i.e Jared from The Bachelor franchise) He was very handsome, but not so handsome that he looked like a Ken doll. He was lean, but he wasn’t super buff like a body builder. “Y/n?” He glances over at you for a moment, since it had been a good two minutes of complete silence, and you turned a bright shade of tomato red. Hoping to God that he didn’t notice your stalker like staring. 

“Oh, um, yeah. It was Joey.” You uttered, still praying that he didn’t notice, trying to mask any embarrassment. You didn’t do a very good job. 

“What did he say?” He chuckled again. 

Jesus, that laugh.  

You let out a little laugh.

“He just wanted to know where we are.” You quickly sent a message back to him.

“I said we were just driving around, getting to know one another.” You glanced over at Shawn and smiled. His hand went back to your thigh and your heart skipped a beat.

“Be sure to say thanks to Leo, I’m glad he set this up.” He didn’t have to look over at you for you to know he was suppressing an ear-to-ear grin, and his hand tightened ever so slightly on your thigh.

“Yeah, and thanks to Joey for forcing me to leave the house.” You huffed jokingly. Shawn didn’t even titter.

“Why wouldn’t you leave the house?” You looked over at him, and he wasn’t even trying to push down that frown that was plastered across his face. You started to panic. What if he didn’t want to talk to you anymore? Your heart started beating so fast and loud, you were almost one hundred percent sure that Shawn could hear it.

“Um, I got out of a serious long term relationship recently, and Joey said it is time for me to um, yanno, get back out there. So he uh, called Leo to get us together I guess, before you um, go out on tour.” You stuttered, wringing your hands. He was probably about to take you home, not wanting to get involved with someone still seemed affected by a relationship.

“Yeah, I’m glad he did so! How did you know I was going on tour?” He raised an eyebrow as a thin grin appeared on his face. The weight that was on your shoulders only moments ago had almost completely vanished. He didn’t seem to mind. It made you kinda… happy?

“Joey said you most likely were, with that album coming out. Your EP was amazing by the way!” You complimented, putting your hand on top of his. There weren’t exactly sparks flying everywhere, but it felt so right. It felt like your hands belonged together. Your fingers wrapped around his palm as he loosened his grip just slightly on your leg.

“Thank you! Leo send me the link to your YouTube channel, so I watched a few of your films. They are absolutely amazing!” He beamed, and your heart melted. Your ex never watched one of your films. Even the one he was featured in.

“Really?” You unintentionally squeaked.

“Yeah! My favorite was the true crime one, that made a police station look like a reality TV show. I laughed so hard, it was hilarious!” He started laughing at the memory. That film was your favorite, you had hired some actual actors for that one, so you were proud of it. You even got your ex to watch the first five minutes of it, but he said it just wasn’t even funny.

“Really? Oh my God, thank you! That is probably my favorite one as well.” You chuckled, tightening your grip on his hand, which caused him to let go of your leg, but take hold of your hand, entwining your fingers. You skin felt buzzed, like you somehow got slightly high just off of his skin touching yours. Your entwined fingers lied in your lap, and you were pretty sure you hadn’t felt something feel more right than this did. “Maybe sometime you can be in one of my films.” You suggested. He looked over at you with wide eyes.

“Seriously? Man, that’d be great.” He chuckled again.

God, that laugh of his.

“Maybe you’ll be the muse of one of my songs.” He looked over at you and winked. Your entire body melted into a puddle.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You held back a grin that was so dangerously close to creeping across your face.

“Well, it is almost twelve in the morning, and I would hate to get you in trouble on our first date. How about I run you home.” He smiled, bringing your hands up to his lips and kissing it. You thought you were about to go into cardiac arrest. He was doing small romantic things guys never ever did on first dates without ulterior motive.

“Yeah, but actually can you take me to Joey’s? I’m not going to lie to you, I’m going to sleepover at his house and tell him all about this.” You laughed, your cheeks turning into a blush.

“Ah, perfect! I actually know where that is!” He replied, taking a sharp turn. “It’s just around the corner, coincidentally.” He pulled his hand away, which cause another pang of sadness to enter your body, but you pushed it away.

Jesus Christ, Y/n. He has to drive.

“Ah, here we go.” He pulled into Joey’s driveway, and you were so glad that Leo’s car was not in the driveway. You had walked in on Leo and Joey once, which was one too many times.

“Thank you so much.” You grinned, clicking off your seat-belt. “You have my cell phone number, right?” You were hoping that was a good enough hint that said ‘call me.’

“Yeah, I’ll call you tomorrow.” He replied, grabbing onto your hand.

Mission accomplished.

“Okay um well, then I gue-” Shawn cut you off in the most amazing way you could’ve asked to be cut off in.

Shawn leaned in and kissed you. Again, you didn’t feel the sparks or fireworks, but you were almost one hundred percent sure that that was just for the movies and books. But it felt right. It felt perfect. It felt like your lips and his belonged together, and maybe they did. And you for sure felt incomplete when his lips left yours.

“I’ll um… Talk to you tomorrow.” You somehow stumbled out of the car, seemingly drunken just from Shawn’s lips. You managed to get yourself to Joey’s front door. The door was locked, so you knocked on it, lightly of course, hoping not to wake his parents. Thankfully, Joey opened up the front door, wearing Leo’s hockey sweatshirt and his own pajama pants.

“Hey, can I sleepover tonight?” You giggled, basically falling over in complete giddy lovestruckness.

“Come on in and spill the tea, love.”


author’s note// HEY GUYS so i tried a new thing with the texts idk if i like it but yanno we will see tell me what you think!!! also send me asks for bulletpoints and questions please im desperate and wanna answer stuff ahhhh okay i drank so much coffee AHHHHH!!

anonymous asked:

I feel attacked by Dan Smiff, his hair is glorious, his jawline is hella sharp, his eyes are like gemstones, his lashes like "how can they be so long?", his dimples are just too adorable, his freckles are so cute, his crooked tooth is just wicked. God, this man is a gift sent from above. Such a handsome lad and a very beautiful human being inside and out 🙈 *feels* *feels* *feels*

did i send this ask to myself?

teaandsunflower  asked:

Hello FRIEND I see you are taking promots! So if u could write me some fluffy soulmates sterek i would be thrilled! And anyway i really liked your pizza delivery fic! Thank u for the much needed fluff :)

Hey, of course friend! I’m sorry you needed the fluff, that sucks… Thanks for reading it though! Also thanks for being so patient, I am the worst when it comes to writing prompts quickly…

He never thought he’d have a soulmate. He hasn’t really seen those marks, other than in the crappy romantic movies Lydia forces him to watch when Jackson’s being a dick, or in the fanfiction he used to read - which had been a terribly hard habit to shake. He can’t help but smile whenever he looks at his wrist, at the little black letters. He doesn’t know if that makes him lonely and desperate, or really fucking cheesy, but he can’t bring himself to care. Not when people have told him multiple times they’re worried about him because he’s smiling so much.

“I’m serious, man!” Scott shouts, waving his hands around. “You’re freaking me out, what’s going on with you?!”

Stiles just grins, taking another sip of his coffee, and averting his gaze to the line of grumpy, caffeine-less people.

“Wait,” Scott drawls, scrunching his nose as he puts on his ‘McCall Thinking Face’. Stiles doesn’t want to know if what he’s thinking is bad or good. “Dude, did you finally get laid? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

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Taron Egerton is unbelievably gorgeous

I had loads of pictures and gifs I wanted to post so I figured I’d put it in one post altogether. After all, Taron deserves an entire post just for him.

(Gonna do one for Colin Firth too.💖💖)

Whether or not you’re having a bad day, these are bound to make you feel a whole lot better.


Firstly, he looks heavenly in the picture considering how the light is shining on him. It’s just wow.



This must be what angelic means. His face is literally reflecting the light.

Just look at that glow. Like wtf, I don’t look that ridiculously photogenic in front of hundred flashing cameras.


Because being shy is hella cute.

Gift wrapped, please.

Look at those arms. He can just whisk you off like a prince.

Or just wrap them around you. I swear, those arms could be your castle.


Speaking of prince…

Your princess is waiting here. Where art thou?


Looking dapper as heck in a suit. This is why I appreciate suits a lot.

Looking good, Eggsy. Looking very good.


This wonderful smile that can make you feel on cloud nine.

And my personal favorite…

God, help me.


This gorgeous photoshoot.

Hallelujah.


This slightly awkward smile that can only look cute on Taron’s face.

That’s exactly my expression whenever I’m in an interview.


Again, this expression that only looks cute when Taron does it.

While he looks incredibly adorable, the rest of us would look like creepy stalkers with this expression.


These dance moves.

Oh yeah baby.


Look at the way he’s gazing at Hugh Jackman.

And when Jackman looks at him..

What I would do to have Taron stare at me like that.


Bonus: These GIFs speak for themselves.

Yes, Taron. I feel the same way you do.

I would just love be in his place here. Or Colin’s place. Either way, it’s a win.


This.

Can I squeeze in between you fine gentlemen???


Bit more of a cat person.

Marry me.


This laugh.

I would just be sitting next to him like this:


Pug life.

Gorgeous guys and dogs, I tell you.


The best question ever.

YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!

Better yet, he gives me one.

Swoooooooon.


This which doesn’t need words.


Two times the gorgeousness in one picture.


This BAFTA red carpet flawlessness.

It’s no wonder he won an award for the best-dressed man.


The intensity in these monochrome pics. He makes black and white look beautiful.

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Look at that glorious jawline. It can cut through glass.


Combine that with a little stubble and this man is everything dreams are made of.


I have no words for this, either.

It’s getting way too hot in here.


This.


Only Taron can make this attire look hot.


Because you see, it works the opposite in his case. We choose the clothes that make us look good.

Taron makes the clothes look good.

Only he could possibly make those jackets look cute. If he shows up dressed like this, I wouldn’t mind at all. 


When he looked adorable in glasses.


This endearing puppy look.


This beautiful close-up.


You know the icing on this cake? This guy has a wonderful voice and can sing like a champ.


Manners maketh man.

He’s more than welcome to teach me manners.


The way he laughed and nodded his head in reply to this important question.

Not anymore, because I’m here. I’m coming, Taron!


I don’t know what he’s saying here nor do I care. I’m too busy gazing at him.


This lip bite.


And finally, to put the cherry on top, this classy, sexy Kingsman style.

Taron is a wonderful, lovable and endearing chap. His acting prowess is amazing and he has a beautiful singing voice. In other words, he’s all the best things in one package.

The fact this gorgeous man stole my heart in a glimpse is proof of that.

3.20 - “Morning After”

so… despite the fact that 3.20 was pretty much perfection in every sense of the word, I was hoping that Olicity morning after involved cuddling and pillow talk.. so I had to get this out of my system.

full disclosure: I am not, by any means, a writer. SO MUCH RESPECT FOR REAL  FANFICTION WRITERS- they are goddesses. So I hope you can forgive all the mistakes and maybe enjoy this little something. love ya all!

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She opened her eyes slowly. Completely aware of where she was. And with who. His warmth surrounded her like a blanket. The steady sound of his heart beneath her ear invited her to keep sleeping. But now that she was awake, she didn´t think she could sleep. Ever again. Her mind was too busy. Her heart racing like a locomotive. Her senses overwhelming her. Every second of the past night marked in her memory like hot iron. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word… everything was… perfect. Yes, perfect. Even given the fact that they were in Nanda Parbat. Surrounded by deadly assassins. With the Demon lurking around. But that didn´t surprised or scared her. Their love was like a Lotus flower that grows in the swamp, a candle lightning a dark room, a peaceful moment in wartime… She looked up… resting her chin in his chest full of scars, reminders of past battles, an involuntary smile dancing in her lips… he was so beautiful. In that moment it occurred to her that she had never seen him sleep… it was like a new Oliver that revealed to her… He looked younger somehow, his expression was peaceful, like if he was a man without a care in the world, instead of one that just had made a deal with the Devil to save his sister´s life. Once again giving up everything, his life, his soul, for the people he cared about; and despite that choice would separate them for God´s knows how long, she wasn´t angry at him, it just made her love him all the more for it… Because they would find a way. They always did… because if this time with Oliver Queen had taught her something, was that, together? They were the best version of themselves.  

She moved her hands to his face, caressing his stubble with her finger tips, then she pull herself up and gave him a kiss on the check, and then another… a track of sweet little kisses following his glorious jawline, until she reached his lips…

 

He felt the warmth touch of her lips on his… but he didn´t open his eyes. He was afraid this was a dream. Another one of the many he had every night. Because this? Waking up next to her, to her kisses? Was too good to be true. And he didn´t get good in his life.

He felt her sweet breathe on his skin and a not at all unpleasant chill travelled down his spine…

Okay. This definitely felt real.

He opened his eyes and saw the deep and clear blue of hers.

“Hey” she said in a delicious sleepy voice, the sun of Nanda Parbat filtering through the window making his hair glow.

“hey” he said caressing her pink and ridiculously soft cheek.

“so… that happened..” 

“I´m glad it did” he answered putting a golden strand of hair behind her ear…

“I´m gonna say it… all that parkour? Totally paid of… I mean you are really athletic.. I..”  that little nose pucker she did was fast becoming his new favorite thing.

He cut her rambling speech pressing his lips against hers. The kiss was brief but it left them both breathless.

“I always wanted to do that…”

“what? Incapacitate me one kiss at a time? Cause you are succeeding..”

“nope… stop your word vomit with a kiss… if they would have gave me a dollar for every time I had to fight the impulse… I would have been able to keep my Ducati…” he said playfully.

“that often, huh?”

“you bubble a LOT” Oliver said and she hit him with a cushion on the arm.

 

 

Suddenly, Felicity was on her back and he was on top of her. His laugh caught her off guard. It was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. She couldn´t help but smile.

And in that moment looking into Oliver´s eyes she made a decision.

She would be damn if that was the last time she heard it. The last time she woke next to him.

She HAD to do something.

She was going to.

“I love you” she said to him.

“I love you too” he answered.

“I promise” she said to herself.