once i finish the tangled one

Shy || Riverdale Preferences

Archie Andrews:

“…and this is my girl. (Y/N).” Archie smiled, wrapping his arm around your form. You whimpered, shying into his side. “No need to be shy.” Your boyfriend smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Well, I should be going, but it was nice to meet you guys.” The family friend grinned, walking away. As soon as they were out of sights, Archie turned to you, a grin adorning his perfect features. “
“Why are you so shy?” He hummed, hooking his hands under your arms. You complied with his wishes, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your ankles behind his back as he picked you up. “Why don’t you want to show your pretty face, baby girl? It’s so pretty.” He cooed, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. “Archie..” You whined, burrowing your nose into the crook of his neck. “It’s okay.” He mumbled, finding his couch and sitting down. His large hands rubbed circles on the small of your back, peppering kisses along your jawline. “As long as I get to see that pretty face of yours, I’ll be happy.”

Jughead Jones:

“Come on, let’s go to the Student Lounge.” Jughead offered, his large hand enveloping your small one as he attempted to drag you to said room. Even the small amount of PDA caused a bright red to settle on your freckled cheeks. “Juggy.” You whimpered as you arrived in the calming room, and he turned around, raising an eyebrow. Slowly tugging your hand from his grip, you buried it in his sweatshirt pocket that hung on your frame. “What’s wrong gorgeous? He frowned, his blue eyes staring into yours. Thankfully the lounge was empty in about 5 minutes, so you took advantage of the prolonging silence. “I’m shy.” You mewled, winding your arms around his toned torso and burying your nose into his chest. “Why?” He laughed, sitting down the couch, which meant that you had to pull away. “Because people were watching!” You whined, practically pouncing on the couch so that the raven-haired male could comb his lanky fingers through your gorgeous (h/c) locks. “I’m the only one here. And I’ll always be here, so don’t worry.”

Reggie Mantle:

“Good god.”  Reggie moaned, his large hands pressing bruises into your flushed skin, his plumb lips pressing kisses near your collarbone. “You’re so excited.” You whined, your fingers toying with the hem of his shirt before he pulled away to pull the article of clothing off of his body.  “I swear to god (y/n). How many times do I have to tell you to get your underwear off? We are in the boys’ locker room for god sakes, and this is supposed to be a quickie!” The boy growled, hooking his fingers in your waistband of your panties before swiftly pulling them down. However, your intimate moment was cut short when the door swung open, revealing a few of the football players. Letting out a squeal, you tugged up your pants and panties, hiding behind Reggie. “Who’s this?” Chuck questioned, quirking an eyebrow. “You know who it is Clayton. Get the hell out” He hissed, covering your body. You whimpered, clinging to his buff arms. Chuck rolled his eyes before leaving the room with his friends. As Reggie turned around, you quickly pressed your lips to his hungrily. “Someone’s clingy.”

Betty Cooper:

“They’re going to love you! What are you so worried about?” Betty wondered, exiting the vehicle and closing the door. “They’re the famous Coopers! Of course I’m going to be nervous.” You mewled, following her into the daunting household. “If you haven’t forgotten (Y/N), I’m a famous Cooper too.” Betty laughed, pushing the key into the lock. The door creaked open, revealing the ‘happy’ couple standing there. “Hello (Y/N)! You look so pretty! Betty has told us so much about you.” Mrs. Cooper greeted you, throwing your arms around your quivering form. “However… you did not tell me all about her fashion sense! I love it!” The woman giggled, causing you to turn a light shade of pink. You rubbed your arms nervously, peering at Betty. “Give us a second, mom, okay? We’re going to my room before dinner.” Betty informed her mother, bringing you upstairs to the said room. Closing the door behind her, she pulled you in for a hug. Sighing softly, you clung to her, nervous beyond compare. “Everything’s going to be fine. I promise. Just be yourself, because that’s the person that I fell in love with. So they’ll fall in love with you too.”

Veronica Lodge:

“These are so pretty on you.” You cooed softly, toying with the pearl necklace that rested around her neck. “Thank you, baby.” She murmured in response, squeezing your hand lovingly. You nuzzled your nose into his neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent. Sadly though, your moments were cut short by a few giggling girls walking into the Student Lounge, and you quickly pulled away from Veronica’s warm body. They weren’t smart enough to realize the two of you were even there, and that didn’t faze you one bit. Instead, you were worrying about whether they had caught you or not, even though you and Veronica had done nothing wrong. She rose an eyebrow, curious as to why you were shivering in your seat. When the girls filed out, which took only a few seconds, the two of you were left alone once again. “Thank god.” You whimpered, resting your head against her shoulder once again, allowing your eyes to flutter closed once again. “I love you so much.” You sighed, intertwining your fingers with hers. “And how I love you so much more.”

 Cheryl Blossom:

(This is an AU where Jason is indeed alive) “You’re so far away, come closer to me Cheryl.” You whined, tangling your fingers in her ginger locks. You pressed your lips to her chapped ones before she could open her mouth to respond. Instead, her hips ground into yours, and the music in the background helped the situation. “Cheryl I-” Before the ginger twin could finish his sentence, he saw the situation in which you two found yourselves in, and it with it, he shut his mouth. “I-I’ll just come back..” You had really only met Jason once, and you would say that it was an okay impression that you had given him. This time, not so much. “Oh!” You exclaimed in surprised, bringing up the sheets to cover your naked form. “H-Hi Jason! We-were just..” “Yeah. I’ll talk to you later then?” He didn’t wait for a response and he closed the door quickly. Groaning in embarrassment, you hid your face in Cheryl’s neck, laughing at the both of your stupidity. “You’re so cuddly when you’re embarrassed.”

Court the King Thorin x reader

Court the King Thorin x reader

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters

Summary: There is a ball thrown for Thorin so that he may choose a lady to court but reader does not feel she is worthy.

A/N: I don’t normally write for the hobbit but I’m feeling some Thorin love today and this is what happened.

Warnings:jealousy maybe a little angst

The halls of Erebor were beautiful bringing back cherished memories of your childhood here before Smaug descended upon your home. It would take years to repair all of the damage caused by the dragon but in the months since the battle of the five armies your people had made excellent progress in clearing the debris and starting the rebuilding process. It seemed Thorin was always busy these days trying to restore the kingdom to its former glory. Tonight however a ball was planned. It was of popular opinion that the young king should be courting someone or at least trying to find someone to court and make his queen. You could tell Thorin did not like this idea but since the battle the two of you had barely spoken he was always busy with one thing or another. In truth you had fallen for the king under the mountain while on the road with him and the company but being a warrior dwarf you were hardly suitable for the king. He was deserving of someone of noble blood with a beauty that would put even the stars to shame. Ladies had been arriving for days from all the dwarven kingdoms to try and win the favor of your beloved Thorin. Tonight you knew the Ballroom would be full of gorgeous gowns with even more gorgeous women inside them and melodious music. Every woman would be trying to woo Thorin into courting them so they could be queen.

“Y/N will you be going to the ball tonight?” Fili asked coming to stand by your side in the dining hall.

“Why would I? The ball is to find the king a queen is it not? I am not qualified for that so it is better I stay away.”

“Oh please you’re plenty qualified. Besides even if you are not interested in trying your hand at going after uncle there will be ale and merriment you must come. It will not be the same without you.”He pleaded for awhile longer before finally soliciting an agreement from you.

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Sweet Girl.

A/N: OKAY Y’ALL HERE WE GO. So this was a request from an anon for fluffy smut with Triple H and his assistant. This fic has been kicking my ass forever, but I finally finished it, and anyone who knows me knows I’m an impatient little hoe, so I’m posting it now. This is the first time I’ve ever written actual male/female sex, so y’all be gentle please? 
Warnings: M/F sex, bad writing? 
Tagging: @wwetrashqueen @hardcorewwetrash 

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Chuck x Reader- Give it All

Originally posted by jensenackesl

Characters: Reader, Chuck, and Crowley

Pairings: Chuck x Reader

Warnings: ANGST, slight smut (nothing to heavy), sadness

Tagging: @crowley-you-sinnamon-roll IT’S FINALLY FINISHED!! YASSS!!

Summary: What would you give to get someone back? Would it be worth it?

You walked along the dark gravel road, your mind wandering. It was brisk tonight. The wind was stinging your face, and your eyes were watering. You just hadn’t quite bundled up warmly enough. If he was here, he would have made you wear one of his coats. Then again, if he was here you wouldn’t be walking down an abandoned road in the middle of the night. You thought back to the very first time you met him.

               Dean hustled you out of the Impala and ushered you toward the run down house.

               “Well doesn’t this look pleasant,” you looked up at Dean.

               “Go on then, I’ve got to get to Sam.” He replied rather impatiently.

               “Can’t I just come with you? I’m sure this guy has lots to do, and doesn’t have time to babysit me!” You protested.

               “Y/N. Go.”

               “Aren’t you at least going to introduce us?”

               “Introduce yourselves.” And with that he got back in the car and drove off.

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When two strangers share a taxi ride.

Warning: Smut, Strong Language

I stepped out of the office, my cheeks growing cold as the night air hit them. I wrapped my scarf around my neck, and tried to cover as much of my neck as possible. I walked to the curb of the sidewalk and stuffed one hand in my coat pocket as the other started to wave down taxies. Multiple had passed me and I put my arm down as it started to cramp. I sighed, and pulled out my phone. 9:47 pm it said. 

I put my phone away and blew warm air into my hands trying to regain warmth any way I could. I began to stick my hand out again when someone stood right next to me. I saw their hand go up too and rolled my eyes. This street is so long, why did he have to stand right here. 

“Excuse me,” I said kindly, turning to face the stranger. He turned to look at me, and for a moment I forgot what I was going to say. He had piercing dark eyes, dark hair that was neatly parted in the middle but still messy, and plump, pink lips. The angles on his face made him look like he was molded from clay, and a couple earrings hung from his lobes. He was beautiful.

I cleared my throat after realizing I had been staring. 

“I’m not trying to be rude, but-”

“You would like me to move further down so that I don’t steal a taxi ride from you?” He asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Uhm, yeah. It’s just that I’m really cold and have been working all day and really just want to go home and I haven’t been able to get a taxi for ten minutes and I have files I have to go over at home and I still have to eat dinner and-”

“You sound stressed out,” he said, sticking his hand back out. Could he quit interrupting me?

“Which is exactly why you should move so that I can get my taxi.”

“But this is the best place to catch them,” he whined, looking at me again. I obviously knew that or else I wouldn’t be standing here.

As I was about to retort, a taxi pulled up right in front of us. He looked at me, and started to walk toward the car. My eyes went wide, not believing that he was about to steal this taxi from me.

“Since I was the one who waved this one down, I’m going to get in. Thank you for the idle chat, though. Was the most fun I’ve had in a while,” he winked, and opened the car door.

“I-I’m,” I didn’t even know what to say. Who knew how much longer it would take to get another taxi? I was sure my lips had turned blue from the cold and I couldn’t stop shivering. I was going to catch a cold! Before I could rethink my actions, I ran around to the other side of the taxi and hopped in. I shut the door and put on my seat belt, unraveling my scarf from around my neck. I put my head back on the head rest and let the cars heater engulf me with it’s warmth.

I felt eyes on me and opened my own. I looked to the other side of the car and saw the stranger staring at me.

“Are you going to get in the car or just stare at me the whole time?” I asked, my patience at an all time low.

“Can’t I do both?” He asked, finally closing the car door. I rolled my eyes and got comfortable. It would take at least twenty minutes to get back to my apartment. 

“Where to?” The driver asked, and I gave him my address.

“I’m Yuta, by the way,” he said, extending his hand. I shook it, his rough fingers feeling good on my soft ones. “I’m Y/N,” I said, locking eyes with him. We stared at each other as our hands stayed in each others. Those mere five seconds that felt like five minutes were over when a car honked, startling us. I felt my cheeks heat up, and put my hands between my legs. Why am I feeling this way? I thought. I could feel myself heating up down there and didn’t know how to stop it. To be fair, it had been a few months since I had gotten laid, considering my last boyfriend cheated on me. Yuta’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and brought my attention back to him.

“What do you do?” He asked. 

“I work for a law firm,” I said, smiling at him. He smiled back, seeming genuinely interested in what I was telling him.

“Wow, smart and beautiful. I am a lucky man,” he chuckled, his eyes back on mine. His already dark iris’s seemed to get even deeper. Was it lust? 

“What about you?” I asked. 

“I teach dance class,” he said, scratching the back of his head. Now that I look at him, I could see him doing it. He was wearing joggers and a t-shirt, meanwhile I was wearing slacks and a button up shirt. 

“That seems fun. I wish I could dance,” I said, remembering the many times I had embarrassed myself on purpose or on accident by dancing. I felt his presence close to me, and suddenly heard him whisper, “I can teach you.”

I turned to look at him, our lips a few centimeters away from each other. It wasn’t like me to want to do anything with a  complete stranger, but he pulled me in. I had never felt this way about anyone before, and I couldn’t help the thoughts that started to run through my mind. I wanted to feel his rough fingers trail my body and get tangled in my hair, as my soft ones touched and tried to remember his body. He got closer and I could feel his breath on my lips, when the car suddenly stopped.

“We’re here,” the driver said, the amount displayed on the screen. I was about to pull out my wallet when Yuta had already handed the driver the money.

“I felt like it was the least I could do since I was a jerk earlier,” he said, smiling.

It’s now or never. I could invite him inside, or probably never see him again. Was I willing to risk the latter? Hell no.

“Do you want to-”

“Yes,” he said, already getting out of the car. I laughed to myself as I sped walk to my building. I unlocked the front door and walked through the lobby, Yuta in tow. I pushed the elevator button and felt myself get spun around by my hips. I was pushed against the wall, Yuta’s hands holding me there. His lips came to my ear, kissing it. 

“I thought you weren’t going to ask me,” he breathed out. “Me too,” I said, barely getting my voice above a whisper. The elevator doors opened and he pushed my in backwards.

“What floor?” 

“Fourth,” I said. And before I knew it, his lips finally met mine. The plump, pink lips I had been staring at were molded to mine. I had never felt this turned on or pleasured when kissing someone. His tongue found mine but it wasn’t too much. He pulled my bottom lip between his teeth, eliciting a moan from me.

“Fuck,” he whispered, pecking me as the doors opened. I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway until we got to my door. I fumbled with the keys and couldn’t get it into the lock. Yuta’s hands covered mine. “It’s okay, take your time,” he said, his hands rubbing circles onto my hips. I tried once more and finally got the key in, swinging my door open. I dropped my purse to the floor and walked to my room, turning around once I was inside. Yuta closed the door, and walked over to me.

He hovered over me until I couldn’t back up anymore and collapsed onto the bed. He kissed me again, my hands getting tangled in his hair. He pulled back to look at me.

“Y/N, you’re so god damn beautiful,” he murmured, and kissed me again. His lips moved down to my neck, creating a love bite. He kissed my collar bones and began unbuttoning my shirt. With each one he got undone, he would kiss a new part of my skin that was revealed. He would flick his eyes up to mine every once in a while, making sure I was still watching. He finally finished with all of the buttons, and I threw my shirt onto the floor. He pulled his shirt off too, his defined stomach now in view. I ran my hands down it, causing goosebumps to rise onto his skin. His hands quickly moved to my pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down my legs. He took his off too, both us just in our undergarments. He kissed me again, his hand reaching to my back to unclip off my bra.

His lips moved to my nipples, putting the right in his mouth and then the left one. I moaned and brought his face back up to meet mine. His eyes stared into mine, and I had never felt closer to anyone. 

His hands pulled my panties off, tossing them onto the floor with the rest of our clothes. His fingers met my heat, teasing me before entering. He started with two fingers, getting me used to the feeling. I moaned as my back arched, wanting more. “More,” I said. “As you wish,” he replied, sticking in another. I felt so good, this feeling being something I hadn’t experienced in a long time. “Yuta, oh my god,” I moaned, as he went faster. “I love it when you say my name,” he said, withdrawing his fingers. He stuck them into his mouth, tasting me in a new way. I could see that he was already hard as he pulled off his boxers. His cock sprung up and his his stomach. He was big. He got himself ready as he teased me by running himself up and down my folds. “Yuta, please,” I whined, causing him to smirk. “I need-” “Me?” He asked. He pushed himself into me and I felt euphoria wash over me.

“Fuck, Yuta,” I moaned as he rammed into me. 

“Y/N, fuck. You’re so tight. You feel so fucking good around me,” he moaned back. He pulled all the way out just to come back in again, his force rocking my bed. My finger nails dug into his skin as I pulled him closer.

“Yuta,” I whined again, needing him more and more. “Fuck,” he said, his arms caging my head in. He kissed me again, and started sucking on my neck. HIs member kept hitting my g-spot, causing me to moan even louder. “Say my name again,” he said looking at me. 

“Yuta,” I said, still staring at me. He took his lip between his teeth, his eyes fluttering closed. “I’m close,” I said, not knowing how much longer I could hold on.

“Me too,” he said, his thrusts still powerful. I felt my orgasm coming and moaned as it washed over me. “Yuta, oh fuck,” I said, coming down from my release. He wasn’t done yet as he was still pounding me. I could feel him get sloppy and the overstimulation was getting to me.

“Y/N, fuck. I’m cumming,” he said, releasing into the condom. He pulled out of me, taking off the condom and tossing it into the trash. He laid down next to me, stroking my hair. 

“Wow,” I said.

“Yeah,” He said back.

“That was-”

“Amazing.” I stared at him, laughing. “You know you’ve been finishing my sentences all-”

“Day? I know,” he laughed back.

“You know-”

“That I’m taking you on a date tomorrow? Yes I do,” he said, winking at me. What a smooth move.

I dozed off with the thought of Yuta and nothing else on my mind, a smile on my lips until the next morning.

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Warnings: Smut. Lots of it. Plus language.

Pairing:Bucky x Reader

A/N: While I’m finishing a Bucky x Reader in my requests, I figured I’d post this one shot by @madithecatfish

Your name: submit

What is this?

They were already tangled in a compromising position. Her legs straddled his hips and his hands were already up her shirt undoing her bra. Her hands had a tight grip on his face, leading his lips to hers. She would grind her hips into his every once in a while, eliciting a groan from her boyfriend. They’d swallow each other’s breathy moans and gasps from small jolts of pleasure.

It wasn’t unlikely that they would end up in this position. Bucky and Y/N’s week had been filled with constant teasing. Watching Bucky work out at the gym for five days straight; Y/N trying on swimsuit after swimsuit to get ready for their summer vacation; Bucky staying the night over her apartment and only wearing sweatpants while she would wear his shirts; making him breakfast in the morning. The sexual build-up was intense, and so was tonight’s.

Tonight’s sexual tension was fervent. It was just supposed to be a movie night at her place. A nice movie, popcorn, cuddling, just the basics. But the movie ended up being much more sensual than they thought it would. The sexy scenes led to light caresses and kisses between the two. Buck trailed his fingers lightly along her thighs and make feather-like strokes along her tummy. Y/N would run her fingertips across his biceps and forearms. She had been ‘readjusting’ her legs in between his. It was only a matter of time before they gave into each other.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think we will get another proposal soon? I mean if the show is based on Eugene's quote Well I am pleased to tell you that after years and years of asking, and asking, and asking, I finally said yes This implies that we are going to get more than two proposal scenes Unless of course Eugene is over exaggerating

My personal suspicion is that we’ll get three or four proposals, total, and possibly once a season (though maybe season one will have two proposals - one at the beginning and one closer to the end).

When you look at the journal that came with the Tangled Before Ever After video, you have two different pages that imply another proposal:

“Last night, Eugene asked me to marry him again. I still feel like there’s something I need to finish before getting married. I love him so much, but there’s something stopping me from committing fully to him. I’m where I’m supposed to be and I’m reminded of that every time I see the Corona emblem. I can’t help but feel like there’s something out there calling to me. Is it just that I’m used to feeling that after so many years of feeling that way? Watching the lights from the tower has shaped me – conditioned me to long for more. Eugene says I’ve made it to where I’m supposed to be. That I need to relax and let go and accept being a princess. But so far what I’ve seen of Princess life is not so much different from what I knew in the tower. I want to live like a free person. I want to help people, contribute to life in the town.!”


“Today, Eugene asked me to marry him… again. I’m still not ready to get married though.”

(Images courtesy of @bobauna, full post with larger images can be found here.)

So the journal is calling for two more proposals that she says “not yet” to, and obviously the one where she finally says “yes.” Granted, for streamlining purposes, that number can change, but this is the evidence we have to go on for now.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons on stydia during stormy/rainy days?

  • So Lydia loves rainy days. It’s the perfect weather to just be comfortable and sit by the window and read a good book while drinking some tea. 
  • Stiles, on the other hand, think rainy days are the Nature way of saying it’s mad at him. He loves the sun and the ability to leave his house.
  • But he manages to survive when he’s stuck in his house with Lydia. Fortunately, his roommate is not there for the first time in a week and he’s so sure he’s not coming back tonight because no one is out of their minds to walk home under that storm. So, for the first time, he’ll be able to make out with his girlfriend without any interruption, which, in his opinion, is the Nature way of apologizing for the lack of sun.
  • When he gets in his room, his heart melts seeing Lydia wearing his huge GW hoodie as she lays in his bed looking super concentrate on her computer with some essay she’s working on.
  • He sits next to her, passing his hands on her waist and bring her closer to him. She hums in response, not taking her eyes from the computer, and Stiles lets her work for a little while longer before dropping a kiss on the crook of her neck
  • Lydia closes her computer immediately because she knows once he starts, there’s no way she’ll get concentrated again to finish whatever she is doing.
  • They make out for a while, a long while. It’s not a desperate make out, it’s a slow one, taking their time with each other, pouring everything, all the I love yous, the I miss yous, they have to get through for living so far away from each other.
  • They take their time and they have slow sex
    • Twice
  • And this feeling, of being in bed with Lydia, with his legs tangled up with hers, with no rush of moving, no awareness of the world outside of them, is the best feeling in the world. 
  • They spend the rest of the day in bed, watching some stupid TV show, kissing and being domestic, holding tight, knowing that it won’t last much longer because she has to come back to MIT soon
  • But that’s okay because she’s Lydia Martin and Stiles couldn’t be more in love with her just like she was with him
Irish Lass Kisser

Becky Lynch/OC: You’re a new diva on the smackdown roster and you manage to catch the eye of the Irish Lass Kicker. Cutesy smut for @emmarablack

I would just like to go ahead and apologize for the title but I thought it was hilarious and laughed about it for about 30 minutes last night because I’m a sucker for puns.

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space-mouse  asked:

i know it was a while ago but i'm still not over "ohhhh your name means 'lance' in earthian :0" and i have to wonder if anyone (lance) has thought to explain hunk's name to the resident aliens? bc that definitely has teasing potential

I like to think Coran got curious and grilled all the humans about this during the team sleepovers/recovery period post-Arus. Because he’s convicned the humans all have common words in an Earth language for names, and he wants to know what he’s been calling them all for the last several months.

It only gets worse when Keith joins in.

And we’re talking, like, 3 a.m. Everyone’s punch-drunk and half-asleep (or legit trying to sleep) and Keith’s just staring at the ceiling like, “But what does ‘pidge’ mean?”

“I don’t know, Keith. It’s like pigeon, but not?”

He looks at them. “What’s a pigeon?”

And they roll over, stare him dead in the eye, completely straight-faced, and go, “Pigeons are terrible fire-breathing monsters that live on Earth and try to conquer our cities. Only the bravest human warriors can face them and live. I’ve killed twenty.”

(And Hunk and Lance are dying in the background, but Keith doesn’t even question it, because everyone knows. You Do Not mess with Pidge.)

Lance is the one who explains what hunk means, and how Hunk was the biggest heartthrob at the Garrison. (”No I wasn’t, Lance, stop slandering me!”) Just, like, waxing poetic about all Hunk’s virtues while Hunk buries himself in the blankets.

(’Heartthrob’ doesn’t translate well, in case you were wondering. There was a momentary panic as all the aliens simultaneously arrived at the conclusion that particularly powerful humans can control other humans’ heartbeats.)

Once that misconception is cleared up, of course, Shay is 100% on board with Lance’s stories. I mean, there is no doubt in her mind. Hunk IS the most attractive man on Earth. No question. Lance is pleased. Hunk isn’t watching, so he doesn’t see.

And it’s getting later, and everyone’s getting a little more loopy, and then Lance and Pidge are competing to come up with the best Matt pun. (Puns also don’t translate well, but 4 a.m. Keith finds them hilarious anyway.) The aliens eventually devolve into a debate over what Matt is actually named after: the thing you wipe your feet on, a dull/not-glossy finish, or tangled hair. Keith’s money is on the hair. Everyone’s money is on the hair, honestly. Holt hair is a force all its own.

The jury’s still out on ‘Shiro,‘ since Shiro isn’t there to speak to the Japanese language. The question does make Lance go suddenly silent, though, and he spends a good ten minutes staring at the ceiling once he realizes that he’s never stopped to think whether ‘Shiro’ is a Japanese word like ‘Lance‘ is an English one. Eventually he just turns to Coran and whispers, “I get it now,” like the secrets of the universe have been revealed to him. “What if Shiro’s just another Lance?”

Coran pats his shoulder and says that maybe it’s time for him to sleep.

Strawberry Lube and Blueberry Muffins

Summary: The one where Dan and Phil have sex for the first time and they are v cute.

Word Count: 4,000+

A/N: So from a canon timeline this seems pretty unorthodox but let’s just ignore that for now k great thanks<3

Warnings: Swearing, fluffy smut, age gap, you know the drill


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Blessed Youth

Pairing: Hyuk/Reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: masturbation, explicit oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex, foul language, alcohol use, terrible attempts at humour

Wordcount: 3899

Request: Hyuk catches you moaning his name while you masturbate in the shower and joins in.

Notes: This took forever to write because I decided to work on a bunch of requests at once today, which was sorta counterproductive in a sense but whatever, I managed to finish this anyway wooo! I ended up giving this one a bit of a plot since there was no special request regarding that (nothing too specific really but i did change some things…eh…i hope you don’t mind requesting anon T^T), I hope that the anon who requested (and all of you precious readers) enjoys it ^_^ its kinda sweet and fluffy too idk…

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prompt: in which he is too tired to take off his make up 

“Mingyu you need to wash up before you go to bed” you said as you get out of the wash room and made your way to his bed where your giant boyfriend sprawled himself. 

Unmoving, you placed his head on your lap and stroke his forehead, brushing his hair away from his face. “Mingyu-ah~” he hummed but only shuffled to turn to you and wrap his long arms around your waist. “Come on you need to take care of your skin, you’ve been having some break out lately because you don’t wash up properly” 

You cant blame him though, he practice for almost 10 hours everyday, write lyrics for his rap,  go to their schedule. He barely has time to eat or even rest in between. Today was his last hectic schedule before their one week break their CEO have given them, everyone has gone home after their last event and you came along when your boyfriend asked you to come home with him because his mom “misses you” it wasnt exactly a lie but the 99.9% was just him missing you really. 


“Y/N-ah” he mumbled almost like a whisper

“You need to wash up”

“Are you staying the night?” 

“You know I cant” 

“Hmmmp.” he unlatch himself from you and rolled over to turn his back at you nearing himself at the edge of the bed and you shook your head amused at his silly behaviour. You got up and got some make up remover wipes, “Aigoo my big baby…” you cooed as you leaned over on the floor so you could face him properly. Mingyu frowned as he peek at you. 

“You’re not staying?” he asked and you gave him a smile and shook your head. “But-” you began to wipe his make up off him cutting him off. His gaze softened as he watch you

“I miss you too… but you know I have school and work tomorrow” you reasoned as you wipe his eye make up

Mingyu sighed in defeat before nodding understanding your situation. Why does the universe hate him so much and have to clash your schedules together?? 

Once you finished cleaning his face, you grinned as you pretend to look at him in surprised “Oooh, look at that! It’s my handsome boyfriend!” making the pouty Mingyu smile and pulled you on the bed with him, tangling his long limbs with  your petite ones and molding you against him. 

“Ah~ let’s stay like this til you need to go” he mumbled his lips brushing slightly against the back of your neck, giving you shivers. You nodded in agreement as you revel yourself with Mingyu’s warmth and touch. 

Little did you know Mingyu was already planning how he is gonna give you a surprise visit at work tomorrow with a slight smirk on his sleepy face. 

((gif is totally not Mingyu but I really thought it was the first time I saw it ;A;))

Outlast - V X Reader

anonymous asked:

Can i get a fluffy taehyung scenario where his gf is a huge video gamer and makes him play outlast with her? Thanks~!!

A/N: Sorry for the super late reply! I know you asked for two and that I only did one of them since we had so many, but here’s your second one, so I hope you enjoy!
P.S. It’s really hard to write a scenario just based on him playing a video game xD

Genre: Floof

Word Count: 1017

“Going that way is dangerous Tae! Go the other way!” You said as you watched his character turn around on the screen, “OH MY GOD HE’S RIGHT BEHIND YOU RUN! RUNNNN!!!” You yelled, practically jumping off the chair. Taehyung tried his best to run, only to get stuck on one of the doors that didn’t open.
“Fuck!” He said as he watched the blood take over the screen, his character dying. He threw the remote across the couch, “Y/N, I think it’s time we go to bed… we’ve been on this checkpoint for hours” he sighed, ruffling his hair up and dragging his hands along his face.
“No. You have been on this checkpoint for hours. I already finished the game. I’m just trying to help you” You said matter-of-factly.

“Whatever. Can we just go sleep? We can try again tomorrow. It’s almost midnight” He said as he rubbed his eyes and checked the time to make sure he was right.
After a few minutes, you sighed and finally agreed as you turned off the console and the tv. You brushed past Taehyung as you walked to the bathroom, “I could have finished it in ten minutes”. He just rolled his eyes and shook his head while getting off the couch to walk to your shared bedroom.

Despite Taehyung being an idol who had a busy life, he was still human. He liked anime, video games, playing sports with friends. You know, all the “Normal” things people like. He still gave you the attention you deserved and would always let you know weeks in advance about his schedule so that you didn’t have to worry about him if he didn’t come home one night. In fact. You were quite close friends with all the members. And in one point in your life, at least all of them have stayed in your house at least once to just have an escape from the crowded dorm. Which you didn’t mind at all since you had a guest room that wasn’t being occupied.

You walked out of the bathroom, all dressed and washed up. You joined Taehyung in bed, noticing that his foot was on your side, which meant he was already fast asleep. You moved his leg out of the way as you tucked yourself in.


The next morning, Taehyung noticed that you were gone, your warm presence no longer on the bed. Then he heard the sounds coming from outside. And boy did he know those sounds well.
He swung his legs across the bed, sitting up. He opened and closed his mouth, tasting the morning breath on his tongue. He yawned as he walked over to the door, opening it to see you sitting down in front of the tv playing none other than outlast.
“Y/N” he groaned, “Why are you up so early?” he asked as he walked towards you on the couch, plopping himself beside you and resting his head on your shoulder.
“I’m sorry tae, but this checkpoint was just bothering me so much last night that I couldn’t sleep…” you said, your eyes not leaving the sceen.
“Don’t tell me…” He said as he lifted his head off your shoulder to look at your face. You just gave him an apologetic smile, “Oh my god… you seriously stayed up all night? No. You’re done for today. Go sleep!” Taehyung said as he took the remote out of your hands, making sure to press pause. You pouted and whined but he didn’t budge. Sure you were tired, but the adrenaline that came from playing the game drove you to keep going.

“Go!” He said as he helped you up and pushed you towards your room, “I’ll finish this”
“Are you sure-” you start
“Y/N. Please”
You sighed as you turned towards your bed and flopped onto it, gathering the pillows and soft blankets in your arms.

Taehyung walked back onto the couch, still shaking his head, He couldn’t possibly believe that you were up all night. He was sure that you were in his arms all night.
Nonetheless, he started the game, making sure to turn down the volume so you could sleep in peace. And as soon as he turned around on the screen.


His character got killed, scaring him half to death, His heart was racing now as he pressed retry.

A few hours later, you walked out of that room to find Taehyung fast asleep on the couch. The TV was off, and the room was silent except for his subtle snores. You quickly grabbed a blanket and draped it over him. But before you could leave, he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him with a huge amount of strength you didn’t know he had. You found yourself in a tangle as one of your legs was on the floor while the other was in between his own. Your head was matched up to his chest and he pulled you once more -with both hands now-  and properly adjusted you so you would be more comfortable as his arms wrapped around you in a warm embrace. He sighed into your ear, nuzzling his face into your cozy neck.

“I Finished it” He mumbled softly
“What? Finished what?” You asked as you let yourself relax into his arms
“The game” he said as he turned to face you, “I finished the game”
“Really? That’s great! Now we can save up money to get Outlast two!” You squealed. Taehyung laughed, “Okay, but how about you actually focus on sleeping now, your health worries me you know” he said as he kissed your nose.
“Yeah yeah okay, I’ll try my best”

Wtf is that shitty ass ending xD
Sorry about that xD

"Wedding Night Blues"

Klaus & Hayley + honeymoon

AN: this was supposed to be done days ago but I’m a procrastinator and I only just finished it. Take place in the same universe as my klayley wedding one shot and my klayley kiss drabble. Aka the one where Klaus pisses a pregnant hormonal Hayley off on their wedding night 

“So how are we going to tell them?”

Hayley played with Klaus’s fingers while she laid in his arms. They were both tangled up in the sheets, both on a high after making love for the first time since becoming one. She smiled as she stared at her ring and quizzed Klaus about what their plan would be once they came out of their bubble. 

“Tell who love?" 

"Everyone, you know, like Elijah, Rebekah, Marcel, my family….we’re gonna have to tell everyone we got married eventually you know." 

Klaus frowned. He didn’t feel like thinking about dealing with his family, especially his sister who he knew would be livid that he and Hayley had gotten married in secret. Not to mention Hayley’s family would be pretty upset given how Hayley is pretty much royalty to them. Her marriage to him was a big deal in the werewolf world. He preferred to just lay in bed with Hayley wrapped in his arms for the short time they have alone thinking about how lucky he is to have her and his two daughters. 

"How about we discuss this at a later time sweetheart” He answered, kissing her gently on her neck hoping to distract her. 

Hayley giggled when he felt his smooth lips on her skin. “I know what you’re trying to do Klaus and it won’t work." 

Klaus continued to kiss at her neck despite her seeing straight through his actions. "And what might that be love?” He whispered in her ear as he brought his lips lower to her shoulder. “Tell me what am I trying to do” He teased. 

“You’re trying to distract me so you don’t have to answer my question.” Hayley sat up and pushed Klaus off of her eliciting a frustrated grunt from him. 

“I’m serious Klaus."  He sighed, they had only been married for a few hours and she was already nagging him about something he didn’t’ want to do. 

"I know that you are serious, and I have every intention of discussing how to tell our extremely volatile families about our nuptials, I would just prefer not to do it now. Why discuss such matters when I can make love to my fetching wife instead."He grabbed her hand to pull her back close to him, which caused Hayley to roll her eyes. As much as she hated to admit it, it was pretty hard for her to resist that devilish smile of his. 

"well aren’t you the romantic Klaus” she teased. 

“Well I felt I had many charms but I-”

“Oh don’t you dare even try that line on me right now.” Hayley said laughing. 

“It was worth a shot.” He smirked. 

“well I hate to crush your plans Klaus but I’m tired so even if you had managed to charm me into forgetting about my question we still weren’t having sex again, I’m pregnant remember, and it’s been a long day." 

"Well who am I to argue with that little wolf, we can do whatever you want.”

“I’m glad you said that because I want to host a dinner party tomorrow for our families to tell them we got married." 

"Why do we have to make it a big deal, they can find out on their own, perhaps my sister can notice your ring one afternoon or I could accidentally call you wife in front of Elijah. We don’t have to make a fuss about it." 

Klaus’s insistence that they not tell their families right away was beginning to infuriate her, maybe it was the hormones making her a little more on edge than she would usually be but she didn’t have the patience for his avoidance anymore. She grabbed her robe and got out of bed. 

"Is there a reason you don’t want to tell our families Klaus?" 

"No of course not. I just don’t like making a fuss." 

"Are you ashamed they won’t think of you as the big bad hybrid anymore because you settled down?How on earth can anyone tremble in fear at the almighty Original hybrid with a wife and children. Are you ashamed to be married to me Klaus is that it?" 

"Hayley calm down." 

"Don’t tell me to calm down. It’s okay for me to parade around this house as the woman who gave birth to your child and is soon to do it again, but it’s a crime for me to want to do the same thing as your wife.”

“You are getting upset over nothing Hayley. I simply do not wish to talk about it tonight. I wanted to enjoy our one night alone, technically this should be our honeymoon, but you just have to ruin it with another one of your ridiculous moods." 

"So now you’re calling me ridiculous? Well that’s a great thing to say to a pregnant hormonal woman on her honeymoon. You’re such a fucking romantic Klaus." 

Klaus was sinking and he was sinking fast. He knew once Hayley got up and started pacing around the room with her hand on her back that there was no way he was getting out of this argument unscathed. Hayley in a mood was already a lot of handle, pregnant Hayley in a mood was too much for even him. If he didn’t calm her down fast their whole night would go up in flames. He knew he would have to thread carefully no matter how badly he wanted to tell her that her behavior was completely unnecessary. 

"Hayley listen, I simply meant that I wanted our night to be peaceful, you really shouldn’t get too worked up love, stress is not healthy for our child."  He tried to walk closer to her but when he saw her glare at him from across the room he figured it was best of he gave her space. "Please just relax we can talk about whatever you want to talk about." 

"Save it Klaus.I’ve been pregnant before I know what’s healthy and what isn’t.  And stop telling me to relax. I don’t want to relax. I want to know why you would chose our wedding night to be such a dick.” Klaus put his head down in exasperation. 

“You want a dinner party fine Hayley, you can invite the whole of New Orleans for all I care, make sure the major gets an invite while you are at it, wouldn’t want you to think I’m hiding my wife from the city’s most important officials now would we.”

If looks could kill an immortal hybrid the glare Hayley shot at klaus after his sarcastic remark would have done just that. Klaus returned her glare with one of his own. He didn’t want to upset his new wife but he wasn’t gonna just sit back and let Hayley walk all over him. “Well are you happy now Hayley? Can we go back to enjoying our night?”

“The only thing you’re going to be enjoying tonight is that couch over there”

Before Klaus could protest Hayley stormed off into the bathroom slamming the door behind her. Faint cries started to come from across the hall signaling that Hope was now awake. Klaus sat on the bed wishing he had a glass of scotch to drown out the frustration he was feeling. 

“So you’ve not only managed to put a damper on our night, you’ve also awakened our child. This night couldn’t possibly get any better love” He shouted at her through the closed door. 

“And you’re gonna go put her back to sleep.” She shouted back in return. Klaus didn’t bother to say anything in return. He left the room and walked across the hall to a crying Hope who he was sure would be better company than Hayley was right now. 

When he reached Hope she was in her bed rubbing her eyes. Clearly her mother’s antics had scared her and woken her up out of her sleep. He picked her up from out of her bed and patted her little back to soothe her. “Shhhh it’s okay sweetheart you can go back to sleep now."  She began to calm in his arms and eventually she fell asleep again. Klaus carefully tucked her into bed again and kissed her on her forehead before standing to leave the room. He started towards the door then stopped when he remembered that a very angry Hayley and a couch was waiting for him. As much as he wanted to go back to his bed he had no desire to deal with Hayley’s foul mood, not tonight when they were supposed to be in high spirits, so Instead of leaving Hope’s room he sat in the chair flushed against her bed and watched his daughter sleep. 

He was about to drift off to sleep when he heard Hayley’s voice coming from the doorway. "Well don’t you look comfortable." 

"Keep your voice down love, we wouldn’t want to wake the littlest wolf again now would we.” Klaus shot her a weary glance. 

Hayley gave him an apprehensive smile. She had time to calm down while she was in the bathroom. After sitting in her room alone for almost an hour she started to miss Klaus. After another 15 or so minutes of alone time she decided she would have to suck it up and go tell her husband to come back to bed despite her earlier outburst. 

“Come back to bed Klaus, it’s getting late.”

“I didn’t think I was welcome in our bed. I seem to recall you telling me during your little fit that the only thing I would be enjoying tonight was the couch.”

“You don’t have to remind me of what I said, I remember just fine, but your daughter didn’t get that memo, see she really misses her dad and wants him to come to bed so she can sleep." 

"Is that so?” He replied, giving her a sly smirk. He had every intention of returning to their quarters but he would get as much pleasure out of seeing Hayley squirm while she reneged on her earlier remarks as possible. 

“I’m pretty sure that’s what she was saying when she gave me a swift kick to the ribs a little while ago.” Hayley rubbed her belly and playfully smiled at him. “So what do you say? come back to bed with us?”

“Who could say no to such an offer." 

Klaus smiled and got up, giving Hope one last kiss on the forehead before leaving her room with Hayley. They went back to their room together and got in bed. Hayley snuggled up next to Klaus and lightly kissed him on the cheek. 

"You can have your dinner party tomorrow night Hayley, invite whoever you want and I will proudly announce our marriage to everyone.” He said before pulling her closer and wrapping his arms around her. 

“I’m not apologizing for earlier." 

"I would never expect you to do such a thing." 

Hayley laughed and nuzzled her head into his chest while he gently ran his fingertips up and down her belly. "Only married one day and you’re already driving me mad little wolf”

“You wouldn’t love me if I didn’t" 

"Ahh that is a very good point. How ever will I make it an eternity with you" 

"I don’t know really,guess we’ll just have to figure that out along the way.”

“I guess so” He said before gently kissing her goodnight. 

For musicsoundsbetterwithyo

Words That Sting

“Hey I’m gonna be home a little late today. Jackson’s brother’s in tone and he wants to take us out” Mark said.

“Alright, what time do you think you’ll be home by?” You asked

“Around 10pm maybe 11pm” Mark said “don’t wait up ok, love you”

“Ok love you too” you said before disconnecting the call.

You let out a sigh as you sat down on your bed. You decided to eat a quick dinner and just go to bed since Mark wasn’t gonna be home. At around 8:30 you changed into your pajamas and climbed into bed. You took you phone and sent a quick text to Mark telling him you were going to bed and that he should try and come as early as possible.

You hated being at home alone, it wasn’t that you were scared or anything it was just the silence that you hated. Sometimes it would get too quite and it was just better with Mark around.

You quickly dozed off even though you did have intentions of waiting for Mark. You woke up a few hours later, your mouth completely parched. You turned over to switch on the bedside lamp and then looked at the clock, it was 3:30am and Mark was still not home.

You picked up your phone and kept dialing his number but there was no answer. You sent message upon message but there was no reply. About fifteen minutes went on you doing this and it was now 3:45am. You were starting to get really worried now until you heard a knock on the door. You got up and ran and opened it without even bothering to check who it was.

“Mark! Youngjae!” You said

“Noona” Youngjae said

“What happened?” You asked as you looked at Mark, he was drunk really drunk.

“He had a bit too much to drink, we thought he had come home but we found him in a bar a couple of hours ago. Jr hyung told us that I should bring him here” Youngjae said “I’m really sorry noona”

“Umm no it’s not your fault, just help to the couch I’ll take care of him from there” you said as Youngjae nodded and did as you requested.

You ran your fingers through your hair as you let out a sigh of relief. Youngjae quickly parted you goodbye asking you to call them if you needed anything. You thanked him and told him to see be safe before locking up. You went to the kitchen and got a glass of water before coming to see Mark.

“Where am I?” You hear Mark groan as you walk into the living room.

“At home” you said

“Why am I here?” Mark asked in a drunk voice

“Youngjae brought you home” you said “why’d you drink so much? You know you can’t handle it”

“Please y/n! I’m already tired I really don’t need this right now!” Mark said as he stood up off the couch.

“Need what? My concern?” You asked

“Your nagging?! Where were you? Who were you with? What were you doing? Why are you home so late? I don’t need all that crap right now!” Mark said almost yelling.

“Well excuse me for worrying about my boyfriend! Maybe I won’t worry so much next time” you said in a voice just as loud as him.

“Don’t make me look like the bad guy here! You always do that! You always try to act like you’re the innocent one! Like you did nothing wrong! While here I am being blamed and persecuted for everything!” Mark yelled.

It wasn’t like you and Mark had never gotten into augments before, you have especially when he’s drunk. He changes into this completely different person when he’s drunk and that sometimes led to you guys fighting.

“I’m not doing this with you right now, you’re drunk!” You said as you walked towards your bedroom.

“And you’re fat!” Mark said as you stopped in your tracks

Mark was probably the only person who knew about your insecurities, one of them being your weight. You weren’t overweight as such you were just on the slightly chubbier side. You were even a few kilos heavier than Mark and that was what really got to you. He always reassured you that it never bothered him and that he loved you just the way you were but still an insecurity doesn’t go away so easily.

“What?” You asked in a shaky voice as you felt tears swell up in your eyes.

“I said that you’re fat! I mean you even weigh more than me!” Mark said in that drunk voice of his.

“Mark-how-how could you say that? You know what all this means to me!” You said in as the tears just rolled down your cheeks.

It was like reality suddenly hit Mark when he saw you cry. He slowly started to walk up to you as he tried to touch you but you flinched away.

“Don’t touch me! Don’t even look at me! If you think I’m so fat maybe you should go find someone else!” You said as you ran into the bedroom and shut the door behind you.

“Y/n open the door! Come on don’t do this, please. Just open the door and we’ll talk” Mark said as you just turned a deaf ear to everything he was saying.

You cried and cried until you finally feel asleep. You woke up the next morning feeling worse than ever. Your eyes were red and swollen and body seemed to ache all over. You quickly freshened up and got dress before you walked up to door and hesitantly opened it.

After last night you didn’t really want to see or talk to Mark but at the same time you were hoping he didn’t go anywhere. You walked out of your room and saw Mark passed out on the couch, you were relieved but at the same time angry and sad. You kept repeating everything he said to you in your head and it was only making you feel worse.

You shook your head as you went into the kitchen and decided to get a start on breakfast. You hadn’t really heard Mark wake up as he just watched you. Thoughts from yesterday flooded his mind as he remembered everything he did and said to you. He sat up on the couch as his head felt like someone socked him with a hammer. He found a glass of water on the table that you had kept there for him last night before you both got into an argument.

He quickly drank it before he stood up and contemplated on whether he should go to the kitchen or not. He remembered his words, your tears, your painful voice, those that he loved so much filled with a sadness and what seemed like betrayal. Tears started to fall down his cheeks as he remembered everything.

He quietly walked up to the kitchen and stood next to the door frame as he watched you. You were walking around doing all sorts of things. You had just finished making a cup of coffee and needed the sugar but the container was empty. You went to get the next packet but realized that it was on the top most shelf and only Mark could reach up there. You let out a sigh as you stretched to the max you could, but it was no use you didn’t even graze the packet.

Mark watched you struggle for a little before walking up behind you. His hand overlapped yours as he took down the packet and paced it on the counter in front of you. Your back hit his chest, he was standing so close to you. Suddenly you felt him wrap his arms around your waist as he nuzzled his face up into your neck. You were about to push him away before you felt something damp your skin. He was crying, Mark was crying.

“I’m sorry” Mark said

“Mark I-” you said before Mark stopped you

“Please let me talk first” Mark said “I’m sorry y/n, I’m the worst guy, I’m the worst boyfriend. I said things to you that a man should never say to the woman he loves, I made you cry, I hurt you, I made you question yourself once again and for that I’m so so sorry” his grip around you grew tighter as his sobs grew louder and more uncontrollable “I love you y/n I love you so so much! I love every inch you and I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave me and go”

You turned around in his arms as Mark kept his hands still firmly wrapped around your waist. He held his head down as you cupped his cheeks and wiped away his tears only for more to fall. You were already crying, you knew whatever Mark said yesterday was all because of the alcohol. You knew he didn’t mean it, any of it, but his apology right now was sincere.

“Mark, look at me” you said in a said soft voice “please look at me” he finally looked at you as you let out a soft smile.

“Y/n-” Mark said before you shushed him

“It’s by turn to speak” you said “I love you too Mark but I hate when you drink. You change into a completely different person, one that I don’t know, one that I’ve met. That’s why I know everything you said yesterday you didn’t mean. I’m not going to leave you, I don’t have enough power in me to do so. I love you Mark and I forgive you”

Mark pulled you against him as he hugged you tighter than ever before. His tears didn’t seem to end as he sobbed and sobbed. His face buried in your neck as yours was buried in his. He kept whispering ‘I love you’ and 'I’m sorry’ as he held onto you for dear life.

Finally you both pulled away only for him to pull you closer once again to crash his lips into yours. He kissed you slowly and passionately, he wanted you to feel all his love for you in that one kiss and you did you. The kiss was slow but deep, it felt almost never ending. Mark pulled away as he felt you running out of breathe. He rested his forehead against yours as your hands were tangled up in his hair.

“I only pulled away because you needed to breathe and to tell you that I love you” Mark said.

“I love you-” you were unable to finish you sentence as Mark connected his lips to yours once again.

The whole day all he did was hold onto you and kiss you and kiss you and kiss you nonstop. He would keep telling you how much he loved you and how he wasn’t ever going to let you go. He wanted you to know that he wasn’t going to leave you, ever and that he was going to love you forever.

Patience | Highschool!AU

Summary: You finally convinced your best friend Lee Jihoon to have a sleepover with you! It’s a shame he doesn’t know how to have fun, so you decide to show him how!
Word Count: 1,947 (dialogue heavy!!!)
Genre: Fluff b/c im always a sl*t for fluff : ‘ )))
Characters: Reader, Lee “Woozi” Jihoon
TW: none i can think of! tell me if you need anything listed.

A/N: this was actually from a scenario i did awhile back about a sleepover w/ the vocal team! i liked the woozi one a lot, so i decided to write a full thing for it. also, this au exists in the same one dino’s is in. who knows, i might write a highschool au for each member if motivation comes????? anyways, hope you guys enjoy!

“Absolutely not,” Jihoon replied, shutting his locker.

“And why not?” you whined, “You never want to have fun! It’s always ‘Oh, I have a composition analysis due for Music Theory!’, or ‘I have to help drama and choir with their show!’, or ‘I have to do paperwork for the Pop Culture Club!’. Finals are over, Woozi, why are you always so busy?”.

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