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Perfect Ten

Summary:  Just like his freckles and bowlegs, Dean’s slight pudge has always been a part of himself that he’s never felt completely comfortable with.  After a few miserable days of unsuccessful dieting and choking down rabbit food, Cas reminds him exactly how beautiful he is.   

“You’re getting kinda chubby!”  

Charlie makes this remark lightly, offhandedly, as she passes by Dean on the way to breakfast that morning:  Dean had been stretching his arms overhead in a yawn so that his cotton shirt rode up over his stomach, which Charlie takes the opportunity to poke.

Startled, he looks down just in time to see the disconcerting way in which her fingertip sort of smushes into the soft, freckly flesh.  

Dean halts in his tracks, blinking comprehensively.  “Wait, what?”  is all he can think to say.

Charlie, who’d been nonchalantly continuing on her way down the hall, turns to look at him.  “Well, you don’t have to sound so offended about it,” she laughs.  “I didn’t mean it in a bad way or anything!”

Dean folds his arms defensively.  “Then what did you mean, Charles?”

“First of all, I answer only to Charlie, Ms. Bradbury, or the Illustrious Queen of Moondoor.  Next, I just meant you put on a couple pounds.  Maybe getting a bit of a tummy.  It’s no big deal.”

Dean looks comprehensively down at his stomach.  Now that he thinks about it, he has been eating more these days – he’s been going through sort of a “nesting period” during his relationship with Cas:  lots of baking pies, burgers, etc.  He didn’t think it was noticeable.  

Taking note of the gravity of his expression, Charlie laughs, punching him lightly in the shoulder.  “You don’t have to look so glum about it!  It’s cute.”

Dean glowers at her, tugging self consciously at his t-shirt.  “M’not cute,” he mutters grouchily.  “I’m a warrior.

Charlie laughs again.  “Alright, warrior.  Hurry up and take care of your morning breath – Kevin’s making waffles again!”

With that, Charlie skips off down the hall, leaving Dean to steep in his juices.  He lets Charlie laugh it off, of course – he knows she didn’t mean any harm – but the fact is, Dean’s always known he’s had a little bit of pudge around his midsection, and he’s always been the slightest bit insecure about it.  Just like his freckles and bowlegs, it’s one of the things about himself that he’s never particularly liked.  

His one solace was convincing himself that these features weren’t as noticeable to everyone else as they are to him.  Now, that seems to have changed.  

Dean pulls up the rim of his shirt, noting sourly the way in which his pudge protrudes slightly over the waistband of his pajama pants.

Suddenly he doesn’t feel so hungry anymore.

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CS JJ Day 29: Hearth

Summary: In which Emma is always cold, and Killian is always warm.

Rated: M

Warnings: Smut, angst

Words: ~6k

Notes: Much love and gratitude to the organizers at @csjanuaryjoy! Inspired by a prompt from @seethelovelyintheworld, who requested a fic where Emma is cold and Killian is warm, and by the beautiful sketch she drew, which you may find below.  Also tagging @icecubelotr44.

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It’s only when she’s taken everything out of the satchel twice – packing it carefully back in after the first, and tearing it right back out – that Emma allows herself to pout. She treats Neverland like a place of action. Whenever she’s still, it’s a place of mourning, eternal youth and sorrows, and she can’t hardly stand it. Can’t hardly sleep either. There are sounds echoing through the forest – grating, unnatural noises that belong in the winding, industrial alleys of poorly kept city blocks.

That, and she’s sure she’s never been this cold in her life. So she searches for the sweater she’d brought along, with no luck.

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ajleanon5  asked:

whats up fam! heard ya were in the mood to write, so heres a prompt for ya: us skelebros s/o randomly walks into their house one day and just flops onto the couch/on their lap. they say theyre bored. what happens next? (can be sfw or nsfw, i could do either. also, have an awesome day hun!)

Thanks so much for my first ask, and my day’s been a bit stressful but I’m still standing! Let’s hope I don’t fuck this up too badly (I’m assuming by ‘us’ you meant Underswap so that’s what I’ll write about) 

Blueberry [US!Sans]: He’s never trusting Paps with putting the shopping away ever again. He’s aggressively rummaging through the cluttered cupboards in the kitchen, trying to locate the lamb sauce. He desperately needs in order to prepare food for that evening since his s/o was coming over and he intricately planned an elegant night of fine dining, but without the lamb sauce, there would be no meal to dine on. 

As he tippy-toed onto the edge of one of the chairs in order to investigate the top shelves, which Paps clearly had no trouble reaching (as the lamb sauce was tucked snugly in the back, surrounded by pots of honey), a sudden loud knocking sound, startled him and caused him to fall with a painful thud to the floor. He’s angrily mumbling to himself about what a ridiculous time this person chose to interrupt him and marches rapidly to the door only to open it and see his s/o shivering out in the bitter chill which usual hit Snowdin this time of year.

He’s flustered since he didn’t expect them to arrive so early, but his slight scowl melts into a wide grin and he takes his s/o into the house and strips them of their jacket, hanging it for them and fetching a baby-blue blanket from upstairs. He tenderly envelops his s/o in the plushy soft fabric and eyes them in amazement as tiny sparkling snowflakes float around them as he runs his fingers through their cold, glittering hair - adding a transcendent, spectral allurement to their now blushing face. 

When his s/o tells him that they came early just because they were bored, his first impulse is to let out a moan of disappointment but he’s too enthralled by their peculiar beauty, one which he believes only exists in his s/o. He snaps out of his daydream when his s/o giggles at the fact he’s been staring in awe for the best part of five whole minutes. Flustered once again by his lack of control, he dashes off to the kitchen telling his s/o about all the delicious foods he’s going to make - when suddenly *smash* the sound of breaking glass reverberates around the house. 

His s/o immediately runs into the kitchen to a shattered pot of lamb sauce on the floor. Next to it is something even more spectacular, their Blueberry is sprawled across the floor on his back, with a thick meaty brown substance coating his chest. He looks close to tears at this point, how embarrassing for his s/o to see him in such a state! His s/o snickers silently to themselves and then proceeds to do something that Blue couldn’t have expected in a million years. His s/o begins licking the sauce off his chest - starting at the top and slowly working their way down to the buckle of his belt.

“It tastes delicious~” they state as they remove their tongue from Blues body, lifting their head up and holding out a hand to him. Blue is in utter disbelief, a multitude of feelings are flooding his body and mind right now - feelings of lust, sin, love, pleasure and satisfaction are overwhelming him as he reels in shock at the boldness of the act. His face now has a rich azure blush dusted across it, his mouth is gaped open, sweat is littering his skull in abundance and his eye-lights have faded leaving empty pitch black sockets. His s/o stares triumphantly at the hot mess before them, their boredom is replaced by smug satisfaction at Blue’s reaction and a strange desire to be close to him. 

The s/o then retrieves a couple of pillows from Blue’s room, props one underneath his skull, puts one under theirs and wraps them both up tightly with Blue’s blanket - with Blue spooning his s/o as they lay there and fall into sweet slumber on the messy kitchen floor. Paps and Dr.Undyne come in a bit later for a movie night and when they see the sight of Blue and his s/o snuggled up together they can’t help but squeal internally, take plenty of photos to post on the undernet later and they turn off the lights of the house and gingerly make their way to Muffet’s - arguing on the best ship name on the way there. 

Stretch [US!Papyrus]: He’s slumping quite comfortably on the couch when his bro decides to waltz in and cause a scene, yelling at him because of a new pack of menthol cigarettes he found sandwiched between the cushions of the couch. He isn’t really paying attention to Blue’s loud outburst of frustration, his voice is becoming distant as he thinks of a more innovative hiding place he could make somewhere in the house. When Blue finally notices that his brother is paying no attention to him, he groans and expertly throws the medical problem starter kit at his brother - with such accuracy that it hits him directly between his eyes, making him flinch and come back to reality. 

He’s then coaxed out of his reverie when Blue drags him out of the door and westward towards Snowdin Forest. Initially, he questions why, but Blue sternly reminds him of all the important puzzle maintenance that needs to be done. Just because the seventh human had fallen down already didn’t mean another one wouldn’t pop up at any second! Complacency was unacceptable! What if they missed the human!? These complexed philosophical arguments were too much for tired Stretch to process so he decided to sneakily use a shortcut, leaving his brother to babble on to himself about how to calibrate more efficiently. Blue then turned suddenly to ask if his brother understood the gravity of their roles when- oh wait… where was he? He back-tracked for a bit only to find his brother’s footprints stop suddenly… almost as if he- WHA?! HOW DARE HE?! Blueberry thus began his furious trudge back to his house through the dense snow.

*bink* Stretch had made it back to his spot on the sofa, well sort of… his teleportation had placed him directly above the couch but he figured he could fall majestically into his comfy spot. He descended gracefully onto his spot except he felt something… new… on one side of it. Oh, hey, it’s his s/o struggling to breathe because his heel is lodged in their mouth. Oops… he removes the heel of his sneakers from their mouth, which is now splurging out a mixture of mushy snow and saliva right onto the clean comfy couch - nice!

His s/o glares at him for a brief moment but can’t help but laugh at the spectacular entrance he made, they cackle noisily, raising their hands to their mouth with widened eyes as an accidental *snort* bursts forth from the depths of their heavy laughter. This catches Stretch off guard, causing him to now wheeze so hard that you could almost see tobacco and ash flying out of his mouth as he howls with laughter and rolls off the couch onto the floor. They are both in a fit of uncontrollable outbursts for at least ten minutes before both manage to compose themselves with blushed faces and tear marks streaking down from their eyes. 

When he asks why his s/o was even in his spot in the first place they say they just dropped by ‘cause they were bored. Stretch hums in acceptance of this fact and grins mischievously as he formulates a delicious idea in his head, a plan which he consequently puts into action that same moment. He starts by guiding his s/o’s fingers between his own and pulls them into him so that he’s hugging them tightly from behind. He silently whispers compliments to them as his head hangs lazily over their right shoulder. He begins to nibble on their neck gingerly as his s/o’s grip on his hand intensifies. 

In one swift manoeuvre Stretch manages to roll over sideways twice - first time moving them from the couch to the floor and the second resulting in him pinning his s/o down with the weight of his body as his nibbles gradually turn into long bites, driving his s/o wild with excitement, sending vibrations of satisfaction down their warm spine. He his now arched over them so that his hands are placed next to his s/o elbows and so that his knees dig into the ground, creating an opening for his s/o’s legs to slide through. he leans inwards and begins passionately smooching his s/o, with such expertise that the s/o is unaware of the lingering taste of smoke on his tongue. Things start to intensify a little as dark blushes coat their faces, the room is now swelteringly hot. 

Stretch’s next move is about to be made when an abrupt cold breeze rushes through the room making his s/o’s hairs go on edge and sending a frigid, disconcerting shiver down their spine. They both suddenly whip their heads in the direction of the infiltrating gale of bitter cold to see that the front door is being opened slowly. The door is suddenly pushed all the way open with such force that it almost comes off the hinges, only to reveal a panting Blueberry staring at the ground as he catches his breath. Stretch and his s/o shoot a quick glance at each other, boy ain’t this some bad timing. 

Blueberry then glowers at his brother, “You…” escapes his mouth and sounds colder than the arctic chill which is now flooding the house. His features are dark, his grin contorted in irritation and his eye giving off an ultramarine aura. Then he sees Stretch’s s/o as well as the position they’re in and blushes rapidly, eye-lights fading and smile snapping into a bewildered, uncomfortable grimace. “N-nevermind!”, he stammers as he swiftly retraces his steps and slams the door shut in embarrassment without a second thought. Stretch then turns to his s/o with a wince and asks what his brother’s problem is, to which his s/o replies with “you…” in a perfect imitation of Blueberry’s angered tone. Both of them collapse into unintelligible noises of laughter as they hug each other tightly and squirm around uncontrollably. This is why Stretch’s s/o is his ‘one and only’. 


When I tell you I feel like Coleridge right now, I honestly have no clue how I chat so much shit. Hope you enjoyed it though~ ♥

anonymous asked:

Supercorp: Lena always seems to leave for work early before Kara can open her eyes. Just once, Kara would like to wake up before Lena to give her a very good morning.

Kara yawned as she started to wake and rolled over to snuggle into her girlfriend. She squeaked slightly when instead of rolling into Lena’s warm body, she face planted into the pillows.

Kara mumbled into the pillow and continued rolling until she hit the edge of the bed. She scooted until her feet hit the floor and padded out to living room where she knew Lena would have left a note for her.

Sure enough, next to the three sticky buns was a note in Lena’s swirling handwriting;

Morning beautiful :) It looks like you had a busy night from what I saw on the TV. I’ve left three sticky buns for breakfast- I can’t have you wasting away on me!

Kara chuckled as she tucked into the first sticky bun and went about getting ready to head to CatCo, thoughts running through her mind of all the little things Lena does for her; the notes she always left; the breakfast pastries she always put to one side; the flowers she kept buying for Kara, even after they had been together for years.

Kara had been wondering how to repay Lena; she had a few thoughts- a picnic in the park, star gazing at the planetarium, lovely romantic ideas, but Kara wanted to do something different.

She suddenly remembered the morning six months ago; the morning she had stirred from her sleep, hips rolling, moans escaping her lips as Lena’s tongue lapped at her soaked folds. Kara had whimpered at waking up to the sight of Lena between her legs; it was something they had discussed, but Kara had forgotten. Until now.

Lena hadn’t said anything, she had simply made eye contact with Kara when she felt Kara’s fingers tangle into her hair, raised an eyebrow and sucked hard on Kara’s clit.

Kara had come hard, her body wrecked from Lena’s ministrations rousing her from her sleep; she was soaked, her arousal dripping down Lena’s chin as her tongue flicked her clit in hard strokes.

Kara shuddered and twitched her way through her orgasm and flipped Lena over to pin her below before grinning and sliding down Lena’s torso to return the favour.

Kara’s breath hitched at the memory, her mind made up as to how she wanted to wake Lena the next morning. The only problem; Lena was an incredibly early riser.

That night Kara had checked the alarm on her phone three times before she was completely satisfied that she had actually set one. She snuggled into Lena and shivered in anticipation of her plans for the following morning.

It never happened.

At around 2am, her phone blared out; Alex on the other end informing her that Supergirl was needed. By the time Kara actually made it back to their apartment Lena had already left for L.Corp, a note next to the coffee pot reading;

You weren’t here when I woke up- I’m guessing today is a huge caffeine fix day. Love you x

Kara persisted, determined to wake before Lena at least once. After a few ill-fated attempts; Supergirl getting called out, Kara forgetting to set her alarm and a conference call that required Lena to be up at a ridiculous hour, it finally happened.

Kara’s hearing picked up the quiet alarm she had set and she blinked her eyes open. She couldn’t quite believe it when she saw Lena gently snoring next to her, her dark hair splayed across the pillow. She had told Lena her plans which had caused Lena to chuckle, ‘only if you can manage to wake before me, my sleeping beauty…’

Kara placed a gentle kiss to Lena’s shoulder before gently pushing Lena from her side onto her back. She ghosted her fingertips across Lena’s nipples smirking as they went hard, straining against the material of the worn out Supergirl top she insisted on sleeping in.

Kara lightly ran her finger down Lena’s body until they brushed through Lena’s curls; after Kara had divulged her plans, Lena had taken to sleeping commando, something which was driving Kara wild. Lena shifted slightly in her sleep and cocked one of her legs.

Kara started circling Lena’s clit with a single finger, occasionally sliding it down to run through Lena’s folds, while sliding her body down, littering Lena’s body with kisses. She carefully placed herself between Lena’s legs and removed her finger, sucking it clean.

She inhaled the scent that was so Lena and ran her tongue in one long stroke from Lena’s folds up to her clit. Lena’s hips rolled slightly as Kara repeated the motion and she heard a little sigh escape Lena.

Kara continued to tease Lena with her tongue, delighting in the little moans that Lena emitted every time she ran her tongue across her clit.

Kara felt Lena stirring; her centre was grinding against Kara’s mouth and her breathing had become heavier. A few minutes later Kara heard her name leave Lena’s lips as her hand came down to thread itself into Kara’s curls.

‘Oh… Kara’ Lena moaned out as her head rolled back, her lower lip secured between her teeth.

Kara stroked her tongue harder, flicking Lena’s clit after each stroke.

'I’m so close darling’ Lena panted out.

In a repeat of the move Lena had previously pulled on her, Kara simply retained eye contact with Lena, raised an eyebrow and took Lena’s clit between her lips, alternating between sucking and flicking it with her tongue.

Lena cried out as her orgasm washed over her, her hips bucking wildly. She squirmed as Kara kissed the top of her thighs before the Superhero scooted back up to gather Lena into her arms.

'Morning beautiful’ Kara grinned as she placed a soft kiss to Lena’s forehead.

'Mmm, very good morning’ Lena chuckled out as she snuggled into Kara. 

Casual Affair

REQUEST: Hello. If you’re still taking requests could I possibly have one where Dan and the reader have sex to Casual Affair by Panic! At The Disco?

As soon as the rhythmic drums and slow melody of ‘Casual Affair’ by Panic! At the Disco begin, you start twitching in your seat and eyeing Dan across the room. You’ve been laying in his bed listening to music and scrolling through Tumblr while he’s sitting at his desk writing his new video.

“Hey Dan?” you ask, testing the water to see how absorbed he is with his work.

“Yes dear?” he replies, shooting you a glance.

“You know, this song always kinda put me in the mood…” you trail off, hoping he’s getting the hint.

It takes him a second. “The mood..?” he asks, looking confused. But then you can see the lightbulb turn on in his head. “Ahh, the mood.” He grins, getting up out of his chair and moving across the room to the bed. You move your computer off your lap and onto the nightstand as he crawls up toward you. Biting your lip and smiling, you pull off his shirt as soon as he’s close enough for you to reach it.

He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close before pressing his lips hungrily to your’s. As quickly as you can, you both shed your clothing between passionate kisses. On the line ‘take any moment, any time. A lover on the left, a sinner on the right’ Dan enters you and you gasp with pleasure.

“God, Dan,” you moan in his ear as he thrusts in time to the music. He smiles at you before leaning down to kiss your neck. With one hand, he’s holding himself up and with the other he reaches between your bodies and presses a finger to your clit, rubbing circles.

“Faster,” you moan again, bucking your hips up to meet him, keeping perfect rhythm to the sensual song. He does go fast, but only just, knowing exactly the speed to set you off. And it totally works. Nearing the end of the song, you feel yourself reaching climax and once it takes over your body, your toes curl and you scratch down Dan’s back, screaming his name.

He follows soon after, and finishes just as the song comes to an end. He rolls off you to the side, both of you breathing heavily. “I love it when that song comes on randomly and we’re alone,” he says, scooting close to you and pressing a kiss on your shoulder. You giggle in response, snuggling into his chest.

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My Phanfics

My phanfiction, sorted from oldest to newest. They’re only on tumblr at the moment so this is where you’ll find them all. Enjoy!

One Part…

The Rubbish Chute:   -   (2.3k words)

Dan and Phil live in the same block of flats and have their first conversation through the rubbish chute. When Phil loses his keys in its metally depths he spends the night with Dan.

All I Want for Christmas is You:   -   (788 words)

Phil announces his Christmas song choice, “All I Want for Christmas is You,” and unknown to the audience, dedicates it to Dan. Vaguely based off of Dan and Phil’s radio show 07/12/15.

Philly Bit My Finger:   -   (2.24k words)

In the process of filming for YouTube rewind, Phil is required to sit on Dan’s lap while they re-enact the ‘Charlie Bit My Finger Video’. They feel this is risky for their established but secret relationship but go ahead with it anyhow.  

Erecting Tents:   -   (3k words)

Dan and Phil go on a little camping trip. Phil insists he will put the tent up by himself and Dan looks on in amusement as it goes wrong. Phil gets pretty down about his failure and Dan cheers him up, Phil admitting his feelings for Dan somewhere in the process. A sunset, a cold night, snuggles and smut…

Fluffy Morning After:   -   (998 words)

Just one big bath fluff the morning after rough sex….

Doctor Dan:   -   (2.5k)

Phil gets carsick driving between tatinof stops and Dan makes him feel better. Fluff.

He Had to Go:   -   (1745 words)

Dan has a bladder condition and it takes an intervention from Phil to get him to the toilet in time. An unexpected boner leads to some… watersports.

Shaking, Crying, Planes in Storms:   -   (11.5k words)

Dan is extremely claustrophobic and suffers a bad panic attack on the plane home from vidcon, but Phil is by his side, there to help. A surprise awaits them at the airport, and again, Phil has to help Dan. However, once they’re home, a video on his anxiety puts everyone at ease.

A Ray of Sunshine:   -   (897 words)

Phil scares Dan by coming out of his room in the middle of the night. Comforting fluff ensues.

Eskimo Kisses and Christmas Wishes:   -   (10.5k words)

Dan gets a nasty surprise when he at last comes out to his family just before Christmas. Alone and out in the cold, he makes the trip up to Manchester where he spends Christmas with Phil and his family. It’s a struggle for Dan, being in such a loving family environment when he has just been evicted from his own, but Phil does his best to look after Dan and cheer him up as best he can.

Alone, then Not So Alone:   -   (1.9k words)

It was one of their few nights in a hotel during TATINOF and Phil was alone and feeling a bit homesick. Eventually he gives in and makes a visit next door to Dan’s room, despite it being the middle of the night. Dan comforts his worries and invites him to stay with him for the night. A confession from Phil leads to a change in their relationship…

Out of the Crowd:   -   (3.1k words)

Stuck in a crowd at vidcon, Dan has an anxiety attack and Phil has to get him out of there. Comforting and hugs take place in a private youtuber lounge before they are due on a panel. Fluff.

Crash Barriers, Cold Night Air:   -   (3.3k words)

It’s a bumpy night on the tour bus for Dan and Phil, and Phil’s feeling a little sick. Through a trip outside to get off the bus, and a reminder of what dinner looked like, Dan takes care of Phil. Fluff.

Red, Lies and ‘I Love You’s:   -   (6.8k words)

Phil and trans!Dan are at Playlist Live and run into a complication when Dan gets his period during a meetup. Phil and Louise come to the rescue. Fluff.

Maybe It’s All a Dream:   -   (1.4k words)

It takes some love from Phil to get Dan up after his late night web browsing put him in a state of reality questioning existential crisis. Fluff.

Up-Down Hills and Forgotten Pills:   -   (4.2k words)

A road full of hills and forgetting his pills isn’t exactly Phil’s idea of fun. Phil gets travelsick on the tatinof bus and Dan looks after him. Fluff.

The Human Requirement to Breathe:   -   (5.6k words)

It’s a difficult life for Dan. Being famous and recognisable isn’t easy when you’re walking through a crowd of people… especially when you’re claustrophobic. Phil runs a coffee shop and an unusual customer ends up meaning more to him than he ever expected.

The Human Requirement to Breathe - The Sequel:   -   (5k words)

After meeting under unusual circumstances in Phil’s coffee shop, Dan and Phil finally get to go on their first official date, after spending Christmas apart. 

A Literal Pain in the Arse:   -   (7.9k words)

Late into the night, Dan’s boyfriend Steven takes an abusive turn. It’s up to Phil to rescue him and give him the aftercare and consolation he needs.

Lean On:   -   (7.5k words)

It’s halfway into the tour and Dan’s feeling a bit run down. When he doesn’t have the energy, Phil is a shoulder to lean on. Inspired by these photos from dapgo…

Don’t Cry Over Spilt Milk:   -   (2k words)

Phil comes back from the doctors after finding out he’s lactose intolerant, which is hard for him to come to terms with. 

Underneath the Bandages:   -   (6.7k words)

Dan hits his head whilst masturbating, and despite being rather awkward, the incident brings him closer with his best friend, Phil.

Marshmallows:   -   (698 words)

Phil is a little upset after hearing some bad news and Dan comforts him.

Small and Vulnerable:   -   (4.2k words)

Dan and Phil have been at a Youtube party in London and Dan had a little too much to drink.

Okay:   -   (2k words)

Phil isn’t good with crowds and gets into a state of panic as he and Dan get caught up in one at a youtube event.

Chicken:   -   (10k words)

Dan is worried that his social anxiety is going to mess up his job interview, but that becomes the least of his problems when he gets his vibrator stuck up his butt the night before.


Someday:   -   (122k and counting)

“Everyone had a link with their soulmates, some could hear some of their partners thoughts, some had a tattoo that would appear with their partners name; for me, I knew when they got sick.” For a while Phil has thought that his soulmate might have an eating disorder and doesn’t expect to meet him in the restaurant where he works.

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Snuggle Struggle 

Dance Practice (smut) 




Bad Girl, Good Boy 


Borrowed Book

~warning: mild smut~

“Wait, move the couch a little to the left.” As you studied the placement of the couch, Jordan looked up at you with a hopeful gaze and asked with an out of breathe voice, “Good?” “Hmm… A smidgen to to the right.” He sighed a bit as he started to push the couch as you requested, and for one final time he asked, “Am I done?”

With a flirtatious smile, you walked over to him so you could wrap your arms around his neck while he found his arms around your waist. “Thank you sweetie,” you said as you pursed your lips. The feeling of his lips found yours as you closed your eyes to live in the bliss of the moment. His hands run up along your spine as he tried to push your body closer to his; but as you let out a moan from the sensual feeling of his hands traveling your body, you suddenly felt something grab at your ribs making you leap from your spot as you yelped from the ticklish feeling.

“Jordan!” you yelled with a laugh as you hit his arm. “Oww,” he said while he rubbed his arm where you hit him, Ohh you’re gonna pay for that!“ Right after he said that, you saw the mischievous look in his eyes as he reached out to tickle your ribs some more, but you leaped out of the way in the knick of time. As you ran around the living room, laughing and screaming as you dodged around the furniture, you looked behind you to see how close he was and saw that he was right on your tail.

Since you knew you were going to get caught, you stopped running and faced towards him, but at the last second you didn’t see that you were about to run into the couch; leaving both of you yelping as you fell over. When you felt yourself falling back, you got scared and reacted by grabbing Jordan and bringing him down with you. By the time you hit the couch, you had rolled off to the side with both of you hitting the cushioned ground and you lying dominantly on top of him.

All the rolling and falling left both of you in fits of laughter as you held onto one another. "It’s your fault!” you teased. “Nuh-uh! You’re the one that took me down with you.” Little chuckles filled the room, but then Jordan’s laughter slowly faded down until he just gazed up at you with that gleam in his eyes that made him look like he was smiling from within.

“What?” you asked with a shy smile. “Nothing.. Just thinking about how beautiful you are.” While you looked away with rosy cheeks, you chuckled playfully as you hit him lightly and said, “You’re so cheesy.” “I know, but you like it."When you looked up at him, you saw him wink at you like a goofball, but you laughed at how true that was.

The next thing you felt was his lips crashing against yours and you responded by grabbing the back of his neck so you could deepen the passion. His kisses started to slowly trail down, and when he got to your neck, you tilted your head back so he could give you his sultry love-bites. As you grinded your body against his, low moans escaped his lips with a hint of a growl, and then in one swift movement he flipped you around so that he could be on top.

While you kissed passionately on the floor, Jordan made sure to grind his crotch against yours, letting you know how hard he was getting by the second, but your little moment was interrupted by the sound of a phone buzzing off in another room. Jordan stopped mid-kiss and sighed as he slowly got up from his position, but before he could leave, he made sure to give you one last kiss before whispering, "We’ll continue this later.”

~requested by alyshasparks & anon~

gif by: jerry-the-spook

Rough Day: Jin


Coming home after a rough day at dance practice Jin just can’t seem to get the new choreography right. He makes his way through the door and notices you sitting on the couch in just a tank top and some cute underwear. maybe he stared at your panties too long but god they looked good on you. Jin pushes the door shut and you turn around to smile at him “Hey babe” you call out. he just murmurs back a small hey but you’re too engrossed in the game to hear him. Jin walks over and sits down on the couch next to you. He kinder just watches you play for a bit as he explores your body with his eyes. He would be lying if he said his dick didn’t get hard every time your boobs would jump when you got angry at the game or when you would flick your hair behind your ears. You pause the game to get up and get some water. As you walk away you’re pulled back as Jin latches onto your wrist. Spinning you back to face him he pushes you down onto the couch and pins you against the backboard of the couch. You can barely move and Seokjin begins to grind down on you and you can feel his already hard dick getting harder in between you legs. He smashes his soft lips against yours and in between harsh kisses you manage to ask “rough day huh?” he doesn’t reply but instead just kisses you harder. He can feel your panties getting wet underneath and smiles into the kiss. He pushes you legs further apart and grinds into you. You moan out. Jin can feel you building and decides to try and ease some of the tension. He removes one of his hands from your face and slides it down in between your legs and rubs your clit. The sounds you make. Moving your panties to one slide Jin slides in two fingers straight away and curls them up inside you. Scissoring them as he teases your insides. Pumping them in and out, Jin pushes you closer and closer till you climax for the first time. but he has only just begun. Wrapping your legs around his waist he picks you up and carries you the bedroom. Dropping you onto the bed Jin quickly takes off his clothes from practice, a day he is already starting to forget. A naked Jin crawls onto the bed and you open you legs up to him already knowing what comes next. Jin crawls till he is positioned on top of you and without warning he thrusts into you. You arch your back trying desperately to get closer to him with every breath. His knuckles turn white on the backboard as he grips on and pounds into you. he is so much rougher than usual and you love the change of pace. Jin breathes heavily into your ear as he kisses you down your jaw and leaves you hickeys. You move your hands down his soft abs and he rips them off. Pinning them above your head where you can’t touch yourself or him. You can feel Jin building as much as you are as the thrusts get stronger and faster. Its not long before you come tumbling over the edge and Jin isn’t far behind. A few final thrusts and Jin cums into you hard and fast. You both ride out your orgasm together and then jin slides out and lies beside you. “Yeah I had a rough day”. You both just kind of giggle as Jin snuggles into you. 

Wanderlust. (deanXreader)

words: 1346
warnings: swearing, fluff, smut, self consciousness (is this a trigger? idek)

summary: Dean is trying to find a stream with Y/N in the woods. It’s really rocky and Y/N twists her ankle, stoping them. When Dean realizes Y/N is getting frostbite, he sets up camp quickly trying to warm her. Last resort, they strip to warm Y/N. Y/N has a wet dream and Dean gets aroused by it. Cute smut ensues ;)


“Dean we’re lost,” you groaned, your flashlight cutting through the dark paths.
“No we’re not,” Dean stated, stepping over a log.

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anonymous asked:

The MikoYata anon, TY I CRIED HAPPINESS. Question; do you have any fanfictions of this pairing you enjoy reading? I've been looking for something new.

*Slams hands down on table* IM GLAD YOU ASK!!! *has been waiting 3 months for someone to ask* :D

NSFW Fanfics

Non One shots:

Bury Your Flames - Anna’s warning had been as clear as day. Should he fail to prevent Tatara’s murder he too would perish, taking everything he ever loved down with him. Its kind of a What If story. What if Mikoto knew that he could stop Tatara from dying? Could that be his one task before he dies? Want Mikomisa snuggles, smut and love, with a side of tears and NONONONONONO? Read this!
THIS FUCKING FANFIC!!! This would be the one I would recommend to anyone who likes this ship! 

cut your losses ao3-  Mikoto Suoh has a lot of enemies. Usually, after they try to face him, they run home with their tail between their legs - but every so often, some will come crawling back with the urge for revenge.
And what better target than the one the King holds dearest?
by the awesome kittycatbrains


Should I Call You King? Yata is being a little seductive, Mikoto can’t handle it. Really cute, my favourite NSWF fanfic of these two.

Happy Birthday Yata  FF.Net- Yata is now 18, that means he is fair game to Mikoto. Sexy times.

Start a Fire Takes place during episode 12-13 of S1, kind of Sarumi-ish too. REALLY FUCKING GOOD. this was the first fanfic I read of these two.

Try  something appears to be wrong with Mikoto. probably following him when he’s having private time for a smoke isn’t the best idea…

I want you to stay Ao3- Incubus Mikoto, Human Misaki. 



Drabble Collection ao3- SO FUCKING CUTE AND AMAZING!! some sad Oneshots but cute one-shots By jellyfish–song <3

Safe and Sound ao3- Hellbent on getting revenge for losing everything he had, Yata pledges his loyalty to Suoh Mikoto, not knowing the true impact that would have on his life until he fears it’s too late. Cool idea! Kings are Kings, but with magic and shit. Niki guest stars~ kind of sarumi ish?? but Mikomisa is the end goal.

Will You Just Kiss Me Already?  ao3-  If there’s one thing Yata knows for fact; it’s that Mikoto Suoh is a damn tease.


A Very HOMRA Halloween ao3- Cute Halloween oneshot!

Sweet n’ Salty Revenge Ao3- Pranking Mikoto, poor Mikoto

Yata’s hat FF.Net- More of a friendship one shot but you can take it a Mikomisa way if you want. overly cute.

The Lion’s Breath Cute, Kings aura can heal as well as destroy.

Just the Two of Us Misaki gets to spend some time with his King. 

The Test of Fire Can Misaki shake Mikoto’s hand again without being burned? Is he still loyal to his king?

All These Precious Memories Who would’ve thought marshmallows could create some of the best?  More Homra=family stuff, not really Mikomisa, but I wanted to add it for the cuteness….  

 If you want me to add the Fem!Yata fanfics to this just ask! I might update this as I find more stories!


Red String of Fate (FA - Yoongi)

*I tried for you honestly ;-;*

@snuggle-smut Hey there~  

Request: can i have an angst with a happy ending? Doesn’t really matter the plot, but lord I’m in for a tear-jerking story. btw haaaii~ (I was so close to ending it sadly omg)

Word Count: 3,573 words 

“Let’s do an exercise, shall we?” You just looked at her and she continued to smile at you.

“That’s the spirit. Great, I’m going to show you a series of colours and you tell me how you feel or what you associate them with. Can you do that for me?” You simply looked at her, not willing to talk to her and she took it as a yes.

Green. The colour of your mother’s favourite dress.

Brown. The colour of your father’s hair.

Pink. The colour in your mother’s cheeks.

Red. Your father’s coat was strained with it.

It was clear as day. You could still remember the way your mother looked at you, the way your father kissed your forehead before they left. The smiles they had on their faces, your smile and how you though how everything was going right. For once.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.”

Those words lost its sentiment each time you heard it. You could only reply with a thank you and hold their picture. You couldn’t cry anymore, having almost fainted from dehydration and nobody would answer you why you weren’t crying. You couldn’t scream either, you could only bow at the people who came to say goodbye.



It felt like you were drowning, every word you wanted to scream was just being swallowed up into air bubbles that would never reach the surface. The water was frigid, dark and inescapable. Every day felt like you were slipping deeper into this endless basin of water. You were surrounded by people but nobody noticed. Could they not see it?



“I’m sorry about her, she does this a lot.”

“Her session is in three months. Make sure she reattaches herself to the outside world.”

“Thank you so much, Dr.” Your brother dragged you out and you didn’t say a word. He was frustrated with you, you could tell by the way he angrily threw his lighter when it wouldn’t work. He put his cigarette back into the pack and you followed him to the car.


“You have to talk to someone.”

“I know, you’re still grieving and so am I.”

“All we have is each other now. I never imagined it would be this way but you can’t give up on me like this.”

“You’re all I have, Y/N.” He sighed as he parked the car in the driveway and you silently walked up to your room. It was hard on him as well. Your brother had to grow up fast, take on two jobs and go to university. Your parents saved up for the both of you, having ambitious plans for you and him but they won’t get to see that.

They won’t get to see you graduate.

They won’t get to see you get you diploma.

Your dad won’t walk you down the aisle. Your mother won’t cry on your special day. Your husband won’t have to worry about having a good impression on your dad. You won’t see your dad trying to teach your husband how to fish. He won’t tell him all the stories he told you when you were younger.

No embarrassing photos that your mom would show him.

All of that was taken from you. You had your brother with you, the only other person who could possible understand how you felt but he couldn’t cope with it himself.

So you kept drowning.


“You’re not naked, are you?” You almost cracked a smile and he opened the door.

“You heard what the doctor said, right?”

“You still talk to that girl, what’s her name? Hye Sung?” You shook your head and he listed more girls you used to talk to, resulting in the same response from you.

“None of them? Do you want to meet new people?” You shook your head and he sighed again, you put your hand on his head slowly petting the raven coloured hair. He had your grandpa’s hair colour, often acting as an old man because of it. He liked napping and you have trouble waking him up in the mornings but he was the hardworking person you’ve met.

“Will you try for me? I have a few friends that want to meet you. Can I invite them over?” You bit your lip, going over the idea in your head and seeing every possibility. His friends could be creepy, kind, strange, or good people. He wouldn’t let you around people that weren’t kind of weird.

“I’ll be there so if you feel uncomfortable, just tug on my sleeve. Do you want to try?” You slowly nodded, you couldn’t find your voice just yet but you want to try for him. You didn’t like your therapist, her tone and the way she pretended to care about your problems. She felt like an adult that would mock you when you left, not understanding the pain you carried with every step you took.

“When do you want to meet them?”

“In two days?”


“Goodnight, my dear baby sister.” He kissed your forehead and patted your head before closing your bedroom door behind him. You changed into sleepwear and let the sands of slumber take you.

You woke up to the grey clouds, the sky threatened to rain and you closed your window. You washed up, going downstairs to make your brother and yourself food. He came downstairs when you were in the middle of making his lunch and he yawned while scratching his head.

“Morning, sis.”

“Thank you for making breakfast.” He ruffled your hair, smiling while you hit his arm. You finished making his lunch and reheated your breakfast, the food beginning cold after waiting on the counter.

“Oh shit. I’m going to be late.”

“Bye.” He rushed out, forgetting his lunch and couldn’t call out to him. You grabbed the phone he gave you, texting him quickly

You forgot your lunch

I realized I was missing something when I started driving

Sis, can you bring it for me later? I have a meeting that’s up until lunch or I would have pick it up myself.


You slipped the phone back into your pocket and went to school. None of your teachers questioned why you didn’t speak, just expected you to do all your work on time and they would leave you alone.

Your phone buzzed, your brother telling you to bring his lunch and you took the bus to his office. You wandered past the front desk, looking for your brother when you found him talking to a guy while sitting on a desk.

“Y/N.” He hugged you and took his lunch from you, his friend making eye contact with you. His lips were perfectly shaped, his dark eyes oddly inviting and his build towering over you. You were in your school uniform making you stand out like a sore thumb and he cleared his throat.

“You must be the adorable little sister he can’t shut up about.” You bowed and he let out a hearty laugh, your pulse racing a bit.

“No need to be formal with me.”

“I’m Yoongi.” You bowed again, and he smiled at you.

“I said you don’t have to be so formal with me.”

“Your lunch break isn’t over yet, right?” You shook your head and they both looked at each other, standing on either side of you.

“Hey, Y/N, wanna eat with us?”

“I’ll drive you back to school.”

“Will you nod or shake your head no?”

You sat here while your brother and Yoongi chatted excitedly about a business proposal. You ate your apple and you heard Yoongi exclaim ‘Your sister made that’, wondering why he’s so surprised.

“Y/N, you’re an amazing cook.”

“See, I thought you wasn’t lying.” You rolled your eyes and looked at Yoongi.

“You should think about going into the culinary arts.”

“It’s time to go, isn’t it?”

“See you, Y/N.”You waved goodbye to each other and your brother took you back to school, just in time for you to run to your next class.

The day droned on, you lazily biking home and meeting your brother dressed in an apron. You went up to your room and came downstairs, changing into a tank top and shorts. You felt eyes on you, noticing Yoongi sitting on the couch and you froze.

“Cute hair.” You ran upstairs when your brother came out, looking at the two of you confused.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.” You heard him chuckle you put on a long shirt and leggings, covering more of your body before rejoining them in the living room.

“Yoongi wanted to come over for dinner today and you seemed to not hate him yet, so I let him come.”

“What do you mean she doesn’t hate me yet?”

“I mean you’re fortunate, my sister is very picky-ow.” You hit his head, smiling at Yoongi and glaring at your older brother.

“She’s selective.”

“It’s an honour.”

“Now, let’s eat.” You all went into the dining room, Yoongi sitting in front of you and your brother right next to you. You stole a few glances at Yoongi while he talked to your brother and he went to get a glass of water.

“Y/N, you’re in your last year of high school, right?” You nodded and he thought of other things to ask you.

“Do you want to hear a joke?”

“What do you call a magic owl?”

“Hoodini.” He started cracking up and your brother walked in with dessert, placing your favourite cake in the centre of the table.

“Is he doing his jokes again? I can throw him out now, if you want me to.” You shook your head and Yoongi let out a sigh of relief.

“My favourite.”

“Ah, where are your manners?” You laughed at how innocent Yoongi’s smile was and he looked at you.

“Oh, she laughed. Wow, that was cute.”

“Yah, are you making moves on my baby sister?”

“Maybe she needs another oppa in her life.”

“Yah, this fearless punk.”

“Y/N, you want oppa to live long, right?” You nodded confused as to why he was saying that and he answered your question.

“Don’t date this punk.”

“I’m not that bad.”

“Trying to flirt with my little sister in front of me. Don’t date men like him, you’ll make my hair grow grey.”

“Oh, I think I see a grey hair already.” You giggled again, your brother looking like he wanted to hit Yoongi but instead cut the cake. He gave Yoongi a small slice, him whining when he saw the size of your slice.

“Blood is thicker than water.” You playfully stuck your tongue at him and he looked offended.

“She just stuck her tongue out at me, did you see that?”

“Maybe it was your imagination.”

“Jin.” You ate your cake, loving the savoury flavour and you wanted to indulge in more but your brother took the cake back to the fridge.

“You’re a playful one, aren’t you?” You looked at him innocently, feigning ignorance to what he meant.

“Playing innocent now, I know your little games.” You raised your eyebrow and he got up. Your brother lead Yoongi to the door with his arm around your shoulders.

“Don’t stray, Yoongi.”

“Bye Jin and his cute sister.” He ran off before your brother could hit him and he closed the door.

“That punk, he never learns.”

“You feel comfortable with him, right?” You nodded, smiling and he smiled back at you. You went up to your room, happy that you found someone outside of your brother that you felt comfortable with.


That gummy smile and inviting eyes that you couldn’t seem to get out of your head.

You hit the floor, three angry girls standing over you and making the division between superior and inferior.

“You can’t talk because mommy and daddy aren’t here to speak for you.”

“You stupid mute. What, did you cut off your tongue?”

“Yah, who’s in the bathroom?”

“Oh shit.” They shoved you in a stall and walked out as if they did nothing wrong and you heard footsteps coming in.

“Y/N? Are you in here?” It was him, you banged on the door of your stall and he came in front of it. You opened the door and his eyes looked at you worriedly, seeing what those girls had done to you.

“They beat you up pretty bad, huh. Can you stand?” You tried to, winching in pain and he lifted you in his arms. He carried you out the bathroom, the eyes of the school on you as Yoongi the “mystery man” carried that “weird mute girl” out the school.

“And in case you were wondering, Jin told me to pick you today and you weren’t coming out so I had to find you.”

“And I have a feeling Jin doesn’t know about this.” You slowly nodded, knowing you can’t deny it after what he saw and he smiled.

“I like honesty. Now, why were they hitting you?” You looked for a memo pad and scribbled down, handing him the note.

“‘They think I’m pompous because I don’t speak.’ The kids these days. Why didn’t you tell Jin?”

“‘Oppa worries too much and he has it hard enough’ Wow, is that why you wanted to meet new people?” You nodded and he patted your hair.

“You’re a good little sister. I wish I had one like you.”

“‘You don’t have siblings?’ I don’t have ones that talk to me but I have an older brother like you.”

“‘I see. Oh, oppa we’re here.’ Man, I wish you could say it out.” You covered your cheeks, trying to control the blood rushing through them and he opened your door for you.

“Kim Seokjin! I brought her home and she may or may not have a new piercing.” He looked at you while you laughed a little at his joke. Your brother came in running, prepared to hit Yoongi when his eyes shifted to you.

“Min Yoongi, I swear to god if you- Y/N, who did this to you? My poor sister.” He walked over to you, squishing your cheeks and spilling out his worried thoughts.

“I have to call the school and it’s either they expel those people who hurt you or you’re transferring schools.” You tugged on his sleeve but he was in worry mode, guaranteeing that your attempt would fail.

“Wow, he’s so worried that he didn’t even notice I called him Kim Seokjin. Usually he would hit me for calling him that.”

“‘Oppa hits you?’ Yes, and hard. Your oppa is scary for a guy who dots his i’s with a heart.”

“‘He does?’ Your oppa does a lot of things.”

“‘Could you tell me more?’ O-Oh. Sure.” You pulled him to the couch, crossing your legs and sitting in front of him.

“Where do I start? Oh right.” You spent most of the evening just listening to Yoongi talk and you scribbling down what you want to say.

“I should probably go before your brother notices I’n still here.”

“ ‘Bye.’ Not even a goodbye.” You scribbled it down and tossed it at his head, giggling as he whined about the paper hitting him.

“Paper is sharp, you know. ‘Good night, Oppa’ You know, I want to hear from you, it sounds weird when I say it.” You shrug and he leaves when Jin calls you.

“They’re getting expelled, yay.”

“Why do you look so worried? Didn’t oppa do good?” You shook your head no, yo know for a fact that those girls are going to hate you now more than ever.

“Don’t worry, I’ll pick you up everyday or even Yoongi sometimes. I’m just so glad you finally opened up to someone.”

“Come on, let’s eat.” You knew how much Jin loved food and you ate with him. Your mind found its way to Yoongi, loving his childish side and how forward he was with you.

Maybe he was right, maybe you did need a new oppa in your life.

You were in your room, laying down on your bed when you heard your door swung open.

“Hey there.”

“‘Don’t you knock, I could have been naked’ That wouldn’t be so bad.” You threw a pillow in his face and he had a blank look on his face.

“You’re going to get it.” He ruffed your hair and you pouted. He sat on your bed and you looked at him, catching his eyes but unable to look away.

“Did anyone ever tell you how your eyes shine? There’s this little glint in your eye that just twinkles.”

“‘What are you saying?’ Ah, I’m just messing with you. Plus, you’re Jin’ little sister which makes you my little sister.”

“‘You’re not funny, oppa.’ It hurts more with that goofy smile on your face, aish.” You laughed and he cracked a smile. You liked spending time with Yoongi, he managed to make you giggle and his expressions were priceless. He was a great friend.

But your heart fluttered when he got too close to you, you liked the way he styled his hair or when he would rest his head on your shoulder and just fall asleep. He would call your reactions ‘ cute’ and flirt with you. Yet, every time you felt like he saw you differently, he would say he’s joking and you’re like a sister to him.

Is that all you could ever be to him? His best friend’s little sister?

“Oh, you’re-” You marched upstairs and shut your door. Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be her?



“Go away.” Your voice was foreign to you, the raspy voice didn’t seem like something your body could produce.

“As much as I’m glad that you just spoke two words to after three months of hanging out with you, I’m coming in.”

“I know I did something wrong but please forgive me.”

“Leave me alone.” He wiped your cheeks, you looking away as he continued to wipe away your tears.

“Not when you’re crying like this. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“What does she have?”


“What does she have that I don’t? Tell me.”


“Don’t you see it? Don’t you see how much I like you? I’ve been liking you this whole time and you never once acknowledged me. Am I not good enough for you?”

“No, it’s not that.”

“It’s because of Jin oppa, isn’t it?”

“A little bit but-”

“Is that all I’ll ever amount to? Jin’s little sister?”

“Y/N, let me..”

“I understand. This is why I didn’t want to open up. People always hurt me.”

“I’m not like them.”

“You are, Yoongi.” He looked at you, you turned away from him and you heard him close the door behind him.

He was your first love. The first man besides your brother and father that you loved.



“It hurts, right?” You nodded as you sobbed into his shirt and he patted your back. He sang to you while you clenched onto his shirt, tears descending into his shirt.

“It gets better, Y/N, it’ll get better.”

You were in your room, now reeling over your first love and you heard the front door open. You went out of your room, sitting at the top of the stairs as Jin was standing there and blocking the face of the person at the door.

“Let me see her.”

“You’ve done enough, Yoongi. Go home.”

“I need to see her.”

“I won’t let you keep hurting my baby sister! The last time she spoke to me was when we were at our parents’ funeral, now it’s because of you.”

“I can’t leave without talking to her, Jin.”

“Leave while I’m being kind.”

“Y/N!” It pained you that your heart still pounded against your chest when he yelled your name. How could your heart be so cruel as to let that man be your first love?

“Get out, Yoongi.”

“Y/N! I want to see you!” You heard a thud and you rushed downstairs to see Yoongi clenching his jaw and Jin standing over him. He was about to hit him again when you hugged him from behind.

“Oppa, don’t hit him please.”


“Please.” You let him go and he stepped away from Yoongi, both of their eyes on you.

“What is it, Yoongi?”

“Does he have to be here?”

“Whatever you’re going to say to her, you can say to me.”

“Fine. Y/N, I’m an idiot. I know, it’s obvious, everyone and their grandma knows that. But I’m an idiot for losing you. I didn’t realize how much you mean to me until you weren’t there, how much I missed your giggles, your smile, your eyes. Just you. I should have said this soon but I’m a stubborn bastard that can’t admit when I lost something precious. I guess what I want to say is, can I be your new oppa?”

“Yes.” He pulled you in by your hips and Jin put his arm between you two.

“No kissing, you two.”

The gods tie an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet one another in a certain situation or help each other in a certain way.

The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.

This was the red string of fate.

Is this any good? Feedback is appreciated ^^ 

~Admin Blake 

What if Person A had to use braces when they were a kid and they have a family photo showing them smiling with braces on their teeth on the bedside drawer and hide it when someone visits but this one time Person B is so mad at them for reasons they mess all over their place and empty the drawers finding this photo and thinking that they were really the sweetest and most adorable person walking the earth and when Person A comes back home Person B just jumps them and kisses all over their face and they snuggle up in bed together

P.S. Smut may ensue because I am a mess of a human being and fell too damn low into the trash pit of Hell, I am so down in it I am a dumptruck, no I am Lord Dumptruck, call me that from now on.

If anyone writes something based on this, with one of the pairings in the tags I would humbly PRETEND YOU SENT ME THE LINK TO IT FUCKER.

Cheers ^_^
Citadel Cuddles - Anonymous - Mad Max Series (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Mad Max Series (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Furiosa/Max Rockatansky
Characters: Furiosa (Mad Max), Max Rockatansky
Additional Tags: Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing a Bed, No Smut, No Sex

After a long, hard day of work, sometimes the best way to relax is to have someone wrapping themselves around you and letting all the worries be forgotten.

This is so gorgeous! I love the way anon has written Max and Furiosa, a bond of immense trust and closeness that doesn’t now mean sex, and all the worldbuilding. Thank you!