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anonymous asked:

imagine u and harvest r fucking and you’ve just came and you’re laying on him and panting and then you just ask ‘what would you do if i proposed to you right now’ and then u DO ANSNS i MADE MYSELF HAPPY

You’re laying on his sweaty, heaving chest as your lungs desperately swallow down air, temple pressed over the wing of one of his swallow tattoos, listening to the thumping of his heartbeat as it begins to slow down from an extertion-packed high.

He has a warm hand tangled in your damp locks as his eyes lay shut in blissful rest, nimble fingers twisting and turning your roots around and scratching at your scalp lightly, mellowing you out to the point where you feel like your entire body is melting into his, your face tingling with a buzzing warmth as a comforting hot glow drips over your heart like honey.

You trace a finger over his butterfly tattoo, following the smooth lines of the dark inking and smiling softly when you feel him squirm under you as your nail trails over a particularly ticklish spot.

“I love you.” You murmur quietly in a orgasm-drunken stupor, sniffling lightly. “So much.”

You can hear the smile in Harry’s voice. “I love you, too, darling.”

“No.” You suddenly state, your hand ceasing its movements.

Harry’s brows automatically furrow, his eyes cracking open with hurt curiosity. He lifts his head up slightly to get a look at you, a frown already etching across his swollen, tinted lips. “Huh?”

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EXO Mafia Reaction: When their fiancee runs away

||| Anon asked:  Hi there ! Can I get a BTS and EXO mafia reaction when their fiancee runs away? |||

BTS Reaction


Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

He was keeping track of not only you but all off your devices, so he knew you were planing to escape.

*Snatching your phone from your hand* “Jagi, I think we need to talk.”


Xiumin/Kim Minseok

Originally posted by katherine8595

One night you woke up to Minseok sitting in the corner of your room.

“So you’re finally awake. It’s time to stop playing these silly games and come back home with me.”


Chen/Kim Jongdae

Originally posted by kim-jongmin

When one day he came back after work and saw you missing, he couldn’t believe you betrayed him like that.

“That girl… She couldn’t have gone far.” he thought getting into his car.


D.O/Do Kyungsoo

Originally posted by krapyeol

He would be angry af. He was at work when his men called him and told that they lost sight of you. He trashed his office before storming out to go find you.

“Aish, she’s nothing but trouble.”


Kris/Wu Yifan

Originally posted by browbrothers

After he told you, he’s in the mafia, he expected all kind of reactions but definitely not this. Trying to control his anger, he gathered all his men and told them to bring you back using any means possible.

“She has to be back home by evening, you understand?”


Tao/Huang Zitao

Originally posted by anki-tao

After not seeing him for a few weeks and thinking you finally escaped, he came in and sat down at the opposite side of the table at the restaurant you were having dinner at.

“I gave you enough time to change your mind and come back on your own, seeing as you have no plans of doing it, I will take you myself.”


Kai/Kim Jongin

Originally posted by katherine8595

He would be pissed.

“I tell her my secrets and this is how she repays me.”


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by katherine8595

He was searching for you for a whole week so when he finally saw you in another city he slammed you into an alley wall between the buildings.

“Naughty girl, so this is were you were hiding.”


Luhan

Originally posted by callmeminseok

He knew exactly were you’re going so decided to watch from a distance and see what you will come up with. In a few days he lost interest though and decided to just approach you.

“Had your fun? Now it’s time to go home.”


Lay/Zhang Yixing

Originally posted by katherine8595

A few months later you were about to go out of your new apartment when you opened the door and saw Yixing. 

“You’re pretty good at this, it took me longer than expected to find you.” he said throwing you over his shoulder and descending down the stairs to the car.


Suho/Kim Junmyeon 

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

He found you the same day in one of the train stations.

“I didn’t propose to you so you would leave me the next day, you should now understand that there is no escape, I have eyes all over the country.”


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by kaisoh

You were packing your things not expecting him to be back home so soon. You didn’t even hear him approach you from behind.

“Going somewhere? You know you can’t do that. We are engaged now.”


A/N: Hope you enjoyed!! I wrote this as if the member is the gang leader. BTS reaction coming up next. Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc, I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄

my pynch headcanons

  • their friends noticing that the longer they’re together the more they both smile, though ronan still not as much as everyone else
  • adam slowly moving all of his stuff over to the barns without realising, until he goes to sleep at st agnes one night and notices he doesn’t even have a toothbrush there anymore
  • one night ronan, thinking adam was asleep, whispers ‘sometimes i wonder if i pulled you out of a dream’ and adam opening his eyes and looking ronan dead in his and telling him ‘i’m real ronan, and i love you’
  • ronan freaking the fuck out because adam loves him back
  • adam taking twice as long as it should have to drive to college because he kept turning the car around and driving back a few miles at the thought of not seeing ronan in person every day 
  • adam getting really stressed at college and the only thing that can immediately calm him down is the hondayota mixtape, much to his roommates confusion and annoyance
  • ronan sending adam care packages of random things like polaroids of opal and himself and stuff hes dreamt for adam
  • adams henietta accent really coming out when he talks about ronan to his collage friends
  • adam taking one of ronans shirts with him and wearing it whenever he misses him then he eventually starts wearing it to bed every night
  • ronan actually using his phone to facetime with adam
  • , adam had to teach him how
  • talking to each other in latin when adams roommate is around and they wanna say something sappy or sexy 
  • but his roommate can still tell they’re saying something like that from how adams voice drops and he starts blushing
  • ronan being ecstatic that adam talks about him so much to his friends
  • , and being even more happy to find adams friends in complete shock when actually meeting him
  • adam telling all his friends that opal is ronans little sister that he’s adopted since both his parents have died
  • , and them noticing how adam talks about opal like she’s his and ronans daughter
  • the gangsey having a get together at adams college as gansey, blue, and henry pass through on their trip and them noticing how much closer the two are since they left them at the end of the school year
  • ronan always making sure he sits on adams right, especially in group settings so he can still whisper comments into his ear
  • it took them a while to be open with verbal affection in front of their friends but eventually they warmed up to it and every time ronan says ‘i love you’ to adam blue loses it
  • , before they were comfortable with it ronan would say ‘you’re a dream parrish’ and adam would reply with ‘i’m as real as it gets lynch’ and they would know what they meant

wizaster  asked:

Heeeey, what's up! I just started following your blog and it is the best thing ever! your characterizations are A+++ on point. Anyway, have you considered the UT/UF/US/SF bros reactions to... Soulmates? like meeting them for the first time? or just being with them?(I believe your ask box is open, if not or if you just don't like this ask ignore:) Thanks for your time!

……Is it weird that I’m pretty sure this is the first request I’ve gotten for soulmate AU? Weird with how common that concept is in this fandom. Anyways for the sake of this the clearest indicator for SOULMATE is a strong buzzing sensation in your SOUL when you touch. However, Soulmates will likely be drawn to each other personally before any physical touch and quickly developed romantic feelings can be taken as an indication of at least soul compatibility, if not mate status. Also thank you so much for the compliment

UT!Sans: Honestly, always kind of assumed he was the kind of guy without a soulmate.

He’d heard others describe the feeling. A tugging, an emptiness, sometimes faint echoes of emotions you couldn’t really explain, like a magnet or a ghost pulling you towards your other half. He’d never really felt that. Well, maybe the emptiness, but he’d always chalked that up to his old pal depressive tendencies (soon to evolve into full on depression).

Not to say he was terribly disappointed. He’d seen plenty of people work out without being soulmates. Undyne and Alphys for instance. They weren’t soulmates, and they were working out just fine. Toriel and Asgore were, and look how that turned out. Soulmates wasn’t a guarantee that you’d workout as partners, or everlasting love or any of that. It just meant there was something deep inside you that resonated. Love or hate, you couldn’t be neutral towards each other, and the universe would do its best to throw you together in some capacity.

So when he’s selling hot dogs to a decent looking human on  a street corner and he feels a strange buzzing in his chest as his phalanges brush yours when he hands it to you….he’s honestly not sure what his reaction is. There’s a thrill, sure, and a cold sweat,  but also a strange urge to just let you walk away and never speak again.

No such luck. You felt it too, and unlike him had no context to explain it.

“Uh….sorry, kind of a magic  equivalent of static electricity.” He says, pulling an explanation out of his ass.

“Oh.” There’s a pause and then something in your eyes glinted. “So is the hotdog free then?”

“….what?”

“Cause you already…charged me for it.” You burst out laughing before you even finish it. “Sorry, couldn’t resist, that was bad.”

His face slowly stretches into a crooked grin. After a few more bad jokes he asks you if you’re doing anything later.

He doesn’t bring up the Soulmate thing. Doesn’t want to put any kind of pressure on you, he knows the concept is pretty unique with humans. Not to mention he’s not sure himself where this is going. But you seem cool. Definitely got the same shitty sense of humor. Papyrus seems to like you too (he doesn’t tell him either, doesn’t need that wrench in the works).

He tells himself it’ll be fine. Just platonic friends, maybe something more, but why rush himself. But he’s falling faster than normal. Its like something inside him…..ever seen a door slightly ajar get pushed into place so the latch clicks? It feels like that. Not a big change, but something feels right that wasn’t before. The connection is simpler, and yet deeper than he’s used to having, and….he’d never forgive himself if he let this turn into another unchased possibility.

Chances are he’ll never tell you you’re soulmates. He doesn’t like how compulsory that sounds, doesn’t want you to think he only became your friend and later your partner because his magic told him to.

UT!Papyrus: He believes strongly in soulmates but is a little too paranoid about it. Any kind of strong immediate feelings (he assumes) could indicate soul compatibility, explaining his tendency to commit quickly to relationships. Soulmate spotting doesn’t come with a hard and fast list of symptoms. It hits everyone differently and young monsters grow up hearing “You’ll know it when you see it”. Frustrating, to say the least. Thus his tendency to fall hard and fast. He keeps getting disappointed, but as always, Papyrus is an indefatigable optimist.

But for as alert as he is he could never have predicted how it would hit him. He and Undyne were out walking when they saw someone’s purse being stolen. Naturally Undyne pursued, with him close behind. She cut the thief off while he came on them from behind, preventing any escape. The thief whirled on him, face meeting chest……and right where your nose brushed his Soul buzzed excitedly.

Both of you stop in surprise. You drop the bag, yelping as you clutch at your chest. What the hell?! Papyrus staggers a bit, and his eye sockets go unbelievably wide. Undyne is confused but takes advantage of the opportunity to sweep your legs and pin you to the ground. Before she can get too far though Papyrus calls out “WAIT, THAT’S MY SOULMATE!”

All three of you are struck dumb.

“What the hell, Pap, are you sure?” She lifts up your head, none too gently. “This scum?”

“E-EVIDENTLY.” He kneels down and picks up the bag, fixing you with a kind smile. “BUT IF THEY ARE MY SOULMATE THEN OBVIOUSLY THERE MUST BE SOME GOOD IN THEM!”

Naturally at first you want nothing to do with this bizarre monster, chest buzz or not. Especially after his friend made you return the purse and forced you to say you’d come see them tomorrow or Undyne would report you. You show up determined to rebuff any attempts at kindness, you just want to move on.

But slowly, he starts to wear you down. He’s too sweet to hate, and besides, he keeps the angry fish lady off your back. His brother doesn’t trust you but seems to default to his brother’s judgment.

As time goes on the relationship blossoms. Papyrus never forces you to a place relationally you’re not ready to go, but he insists that you can’t not be involved in some respect. He’s one of the few people in your life convinced you’re not a bad person. And somehow he manages to convince not only the others, but you.

Papyrus, with his infinite patience, unbeatable optimism, and genuine sweetness, slowly wins you over. You become a better person because of him. Not that he’d ever admit he did anything. “JUST BROUGHT OUT THE GOODNESS THAT WAS HIDING IN YOU ALL ALONG, DATEMATE!”

UF!Sans: Meeting your soulmate while drunk probably isn’t the ideal scenario, but given the ratio of drunk to sober days he has most weeks its not mathematically that surprising.

Unfortunately for him at the time he’s unable to distinguish the buzz in his soul when his arm slings around your waist from any of the variety of buzzes human alcohol gives a skeleton monster. Given that you’re half in the tank too you likely aren’t really aware of what’s happening either. But he likes your eyes and you’re decent company, and that pretty soft body, damn……one thing leads to another and he wakes up with a splitting headache, a naked human in his bed, and a tugging in his soul that’s becoming more noticeable the more you cuddle up to him.

Fuck.

Red’s never really been into the idea of soulmates. Namely because he doesn’t want to see whoever pairs perfectly with this dumpster fire. So he tamps the feeling down. Probably bad booze. He waits till you get up, you exchange numbers, and you’re out the door.

You hang out a few more times. Sometimes to hook up. Sometimes just to drink or get some food when you’re in the same area. They’re not officially dates, he’s certainly not going out of his way to make it romantic. But you’re funny, sexy, and fun to be around. Seem to think the same about him (for gods know what reason), so he doesn’t feel the need to justify it. The tugging and ache….well, they don’t go away. But he’s getting better at ignoring it.

Or, well, he was. He notices you pawing at your sternum until finally you break down. “Hey, look, I’m not saying its your fault, but there’s like this weird feeling in my chest whenever we hang out. Is that like a magic thing?”

“Uh…” Fuck, he’s usually a better liar but you hit him out of the blue. “Yeah, maybe.”

You’re smart enough not to buy it. You slowly start prodding him for the actual answer until he snaps and tells you. Before it can sink in he vanishes. You don’t seem him for a few days and he doesn’t answer his phone.

You: Red?

You:?

You: Look, its not……I don’t want to be rude but its not a big deal I guess?

You: If you don’t want to be with me like that or whatever

You: But you’re a great guy, be a damn shame to lose my drinking buddy over this dumb universe shit

You: so what do you say?

One hour later

Red: grillby’s tonight?

You: If you’re buying

Red: yeah, yeah, my tab

The two of you do this for months, insisting that this is fine. You’re soulmates. Its whatever. If you wanna hang out, you’re gonna hang out, it’s not because of that.

If he flirts, it’s because he does that all the time, not cause you’re soulmates.

If kisses start lasting longer, outside the context of the occasional one night stand, soft pecks when he’s dropping you off, it’s not….it’s not because of that.

At some point the lines between a relationship and friends with benefits slowly blur into each other faster and faster until you’re officially partners. It’s only then that you start to realize…..shit, guess this soulmate junk may have something to it.

UF!Papyrus: You don’t know what you totally expected when you went out shopping that day. But it definitely didn’t include brushing by two skeletons, feeling a weird thrill in the center of your chest, and having the taller one turn around and shriek “YOU?!?!”

Edge believes in soulmates too. But he’s got something very specific in mind. Someone who will follow orders, keep their space clean, shower him with kisses RESPECT and who’ll help him keep Sans’ ass in line. So coming across a random stranger in the mall and boom, that’s your soulmate?!?!?! Not allowed. Unacceptable.

Alright, alright, he can work with this. He chases you down, and if he somehow manages not to scare you off in the first five seconds of charging towards you your number is demanded requested and you are ordered to show up at his house first thing tomorrow morning.

You don’t know why you’re playing along, but….soulmates, huh? You’d never really thought it was a thing, but that buzz in your chest. That was definitely real. And there’s something charming about his overblown bluster, in a cartoon villain kind of way. You do it. You show up at his house. No one seems more surprised than his brother.

Naturally you’re going to fall short of at least a couple of his standards. You’re only human. He’s furious. How could you possibly be the soulmate of the Great and Terrible Papyrus. In the end he’s not that great at hiding his displeasure, and you storm out after telling him off. Some soulmate, this asshole Pygmalion Project douchebag is supposed to be someone you can resonate with??? Damn, the universe must hate you. For his part he claims its far more convenient that you go, but he can’t help but feel a pang of regret as he watches your retreating form.

You see each other around a bit. You refuse to change stores just because you might see him, but try to avoid him whenever you encounter him. He doesn’t approach you for weeks, but there’s something stirring within him. For the first time he’s feeling…..guilty? N-Nonsense! He never regrets his actions. Only rethinks his strategy!

And currently that strategic rethinking involves paying for your groceries by slipping the cashier some cash when he’s ahead of you in line. Leaving anonymous flowers outside your doorstep. Telling off someone who was getting a little too close for comfort and disappearing before you could…..thank him? Confront him? You aren’t sure.

Finally you steal your nerve and go to talk to him. You do have the address at least. You end up having a lengthy, extremely awkward conversation, in which he comes (and you’re not sure of this) extremely close to an apology. Red is still picking his jaw up off the floor.

Edge gave up on the idea of a romantic relationship after that first night. But maybe….maybe you could be friends. It’s not easy. Nothing with Boss ever is. But that soulmate quality exists for a reason. You find you empathize with his need for control, with his drive and his emphasis on holding himself together. You understand him in a way you haven’t understood many people. He finds you balance him out, and challenge him in a way he isn’t used to being challenged. He can’t get away with his usual bullshit with you. When he crosses the line you stand toe to toe with him and let him know. And while it’s infuriating…..it’s strangely intriguing. You get away with shit Red wouldn’t in a million years. Seriously, how the hell are you doing that?

Whether or not it progresses into a romantic relationship is kind of up to you, but at some point Edge will want to. Maybe his soulmate wasn’t how he pictured, how he wanted. But…..he can’t imagine it being any other way.

US!Sans: Just another night at the club. The only thing (at first) separating that night from any other was that your dance partner was a skeleton. Not your usual fare, but he had a sweet face and had asked you so excitedly that you couldn’t turn him down. He was a good dancer, very energetic, almost running you into the ground with his quick pace. Every touch is gentle, non-intrusive, yet sparks with…something, magic maybe? Either way, it feels good, making the color in your cheeks rise.

As the song comes to an end he straight up dips you down, panting a bit with the energy expended, and as his eyelights meet yours….Both of you feel a buzzing sensation that surprises him so much he drops you.

Sans apologizes profusely and helps you to your feet, then asks you if you want to come home with him. You hesitate, you’re normally not the type to go home with strange guys, but something in the look on his face and the powder blue flush on his cheeks (though stars know how a skeleton does that)……you feel like you can trust him. You agree and take an awkwardly silent walk home with him. He seems more excited than before, and keeps looking at you like he wants to say something but holds it back.

His home is a small but clean one story a few blocks away. On the couch is another skeleton in an orange hoodie, smoking a cigarette that is hastily put out and stowed when you come in. He raises a brow at your presence but doesn’t question it, trading some banalities with Sans. Seems their brothers. He clears out pretty quickly and Sans guides you to the couch.

He explains the buzzing. You’re soulmates. On some fundamental level, compatible. Made for each other, in a way. His eyelights are shining brighter and you swear you can see the outline of tiny stars in the center as he tells you he’s been looking for his for a very long time, and he can’t believe it was someone as pretty as you!

His enthusiasm is catching, and in the end you’re swept up in it. He takes you home and chastely pecks your cheek before running off into the night, practically beaming. You start dating regularly. Sans is almost….overwhelming in his perfection. He’s enthusiastic, kind, sweet, affectionate, solid, honest, and completely infatuated with you.

And that, in a way, is the problem. Sans is already in love with you, but doesn’t know every side of you. While he never brings up anything that disappoints him, you can’t help but feel he fell in love with the idea of you before bothering to get to know you as a person. Not to mention things are moving way too fast. Sure, maybe you’re soulmates, but everything in you is screaming that you can’t be fixing yourself this firmly to a guy that, from a time perspective, you barely know.

Finally you have to end it. It breaks his heart, but you convince him to settle for being friends, for now at least. Someday maybe you’ll be ready for the type of closeness, but for now, you want to spend some time getting to know each other. And though you’re cautious, you find you’re not disappointed in what you find.

US!Papyrus: Stretch sighed and resisted the urge to reach for the cigarettes in his pocket. They didn’t allow smoking in this place. One of the only downsides about living on the Surface, everything was catered to delicate human lungs. They didn’t allow outside food either so he didn’t have a lollipop to fall back on. He was this close to giving in and chewing on one of the toothpicks just to get something in his mouth but he hated when wood slivers fell in his mouth.

Only about an hour left in this thing, and he was seriously looking forward to it being over. Speed dating hadn’t sounded awful honestly. Blue and Tale (he never did feel comfortable calling him Papyrus in his head) had been coming to this place almost every time the restaurant held an event. They seemed to take it as a speed round on making friends. Most of the time they didn’t even end up with an actual romantic date out of it, just another dinner guest for Spaghetti Taco night. They’d been trying to get him and Classic to go for weeks. Classic had made his excuses but Stretch had been….kind of curious. He liked flirting, he liked food being paid for by people not him (Blue and Tale had footed the bill), and with the seven minute thing at least the creepier ones couldn’t stick around too long.

Still, he was reaching his limit. Kind of hard to get past the “Hi, my name is” stage in seven minutes into anything actually fun. Not to mention he was tired. Still, Blue and Tale showed no signs of flagging and he was their ride, so he had a feeling he was in this till the end.

New partner. You sat down across from him. You looked a bit shy, which he guessed was fairly endearing. Cute enough.

“Hey P-” you started a bit. “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were….” your eyes skirted to Tale.

“ ‘saright.” he says. Not the first time that had happened tonight. “People say we could be twins. Name’s Stretch, ‘m Blue’s brother.”

“I’m really sorry, that kind of came off…..racist, I guess? Speciesist? Whatever it is when you imply all skeletons look alike.”

He snickered. “Hey, what’s that saying you humans got? No matter what we’re all flesh and bone underneath. We just skipped the first part.”

You chuckle. “Something like that, I guess.” You told him your name.

“Regular, I’m guessing? You seem to know Paps.”

“Sort of. I’ve been a couple of times when my apartment feels too empty for the eighth night in a row.” You pause. “Sorry, wow that sounds depressing.”

“Nah.Sounds about like my weekends when Blue’s out somewhere.” He leaned back in his chair.

“Anxiety, depression, or just a shut-in?”

“Hmm, mostly the first but hey, the second pulls its weight.”

“I’m the first with the third thrown in for shits and giggles.”

“Well, we’re well-rounded at least.” He pulled a hoodie string in his mouth and started chewing.

“At least.” You chuckle.

“….so not to be rude but that’s kind of upfront for a seven minute encounter.”

You passed a hand over your forehead. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, I’ve been trying to sell myself all night and I think I’m….I don’t know.”

“Reachin your burn out point.” He leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table. “Don’t worry about it, me too. I don’t mind talking, but if you want we can just sit back, check our phones, get some silence if you want. Sound okay?”

The waiter brought in fresh drinks and you smiled. “Well, I’ll toast to that.”

He chuckled. As you both reached for your drinks your fingertips briefly brushed his hand….and suddenly it was like static electricity, straight to the chest. You were startled a bit but Stretch nearly fell out of his chair.

You….you were…..

Looks like not talking wasn’t gonna be an option.

He runs you down on what’s happening, both of you stubbornly refusing to move from your seats during changeover. When finally the staff tells you you have to he grabs your hand and takes you out back, running you through what just happened. And for once the skeleton with the most chill is looking unbelievably stressed, lighting up a cig as soon as you’re outside the no smoking area.

Soulmates? The very idea is terrifying to him. Talk about fuckin pressure…..he can’t handle this, not after a long night. You exchange numbers and agree to meet up later.

The next few weeks are a roller coaster of Stretch’s wavering commitment levels. Sometimes he’ll ghost on you with no explanation, only to show up on your doorstep with an awkward apology. He takes you for a date but looks like he wants to die through most of it, but then you come over to his place for dinner and he loops an arm around your shoulder. You can never tell which version of him is coming over, and to be honest he feels guilty as hell about it. You’re a good person, hell, he could actually picture himself being friends, even dating you even without the soulmate thing, but that weird spiritual significance the bond adds to the whole thing just takes him places mentally he doesn’t want to be. He has a lot of internalized expectations for how soulmates are supposed to act and doesn’t really feel up to any of them.

Assuming you don’t ditch him during those mercurial few months things do settle down. He starts approaching it like any other relationship, with the same casual savoir-faire. He decides to take the soul bond as more of an added bonus than a bar-setter, and it helps his approach. He’s a good partner, casual and funny, but dedicated.

SF!Sans: You were storming down the stairs of your apartment building as the deafening alarm bells rang, absolutely pissed. You had three projects to finish by the end of the week and the last thing you needed was YET ANOTHER fire alarm. Especially when nothing appeared to be in flames.

You joined the small cluster of your fellow building mates, hugging your sweatshirt against the chill evening air. You walked among them, trying to piece together from various conversation who the hell deprived you of precious.minutes of work.

“Did you see anything?”

“Kitchen fire-”

“Maybe, but who-”

“Fucking asshole-”

“Look, Chief, all I’m sayin is if smoke’s pouring out of the oven, turn it off.” You pause. Bingo.

“I WILL DO NO SUCH THING! THE SMOKE IS WHAT GIVES MY BURRITOS THEIR DISTINCTIVE FLAVOR!” Its the two skeleton monsters you’d seen around a few times. The shorter one was the one yelling, while the taller one looked exhausted and mildly annoyed.

“Look, all ‘m sayin is the firefighters are getting pretty pissed off about having to come back so often. Not to mention stoves are expensive.”

“THOSE FIREFIGHTERS SHOULD LEARN SOME RESPECT FOR THE CULINARY ARTS.”

You’d heard enough. Stomping slightly and eyes blazing, you walked up to them and tapped the shorter one on the shoulder. He whirled on you. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?”

“Hi, excuse me, don’t mean to intrude, but what the FUCK is your damage.”

He looks stunned, for a moment too much so to speak, and his brother is shooting daggers at you but frankly you’re too pissed to care.

“Can you fucking control your damn stove so that I don’t have to tromp my ass out here GODS KNOW how many fucking times this week?! Some of us have work to do that isn’t setting food on fire and you’re getting. In. the fucking. Way.”

He found his tongue. “HOW DARE YOU-”

“I’m just saying, dude, after the fifth time maybe you’d get a clue!”

“Hey, back off.” The taller one said, looking at you with a dangerous eye.

You pointed an accusing finger at the other’s chest. “So get. Your shit. Toge-” Your finger had jabbed his chest at that point and suddenly a buzz erupted in your chest. You reacted instinctively and backed off, yelping a bit. The other felt something too and collapsed to a knee.

“Chief?!” The taller one knelt down beside him. “Sans, you okay?”

He was breathing hard for a minute and he looked up at you with a bizarrely intense face. “…..I’M FINE.”

“Sans-”

“I’M FINE!” He jerked his shoulders out of his brother’s grip and got to his feet. “COME ON, THEY’VE TURNED OFF THE ALARMS.” He walked away. The taller one shot you a dirty look before following.

……What the hell?

Somehow you managed to get the work done. There are no other fire alarm issues. You’re celebrating with a tired glass of wine a few days later when there’s a knock at the door. When you open it, there’s nothing but a plate of burritos there. What the- You flash back to the conversation. Is this….his way of apologizing? Maybe. You’re never one to turn down food and with the high from getting your work done you’re less inclined to be pissed with him, so you take it in and sample it.

Oh gods. If this is how his cooking usually is you can understand why smoke might help. At least it might mask some of the other flavors.

He keeps leaving burritos outside your room and you don’t have the heart to turn them down, but you can’t stand dumping food this much, so finally you show up outside his door and offer to show him a new method. His brother is shooting you dirty looks and he’s very resistant to most changes you suggest, but in the end you manage to churn up something, if not exactly tasty, at least approaching edible. Despite being stubborn and bossy, you kind of find yourself enjoying it. He’s got a sort of charm to him, and definitely has a lot of passion. Somehow he manages to convince you to stop by for dinner sometime.

Blood never tells you you’re soulmates. It sounds….gross and sappy and romantic and NOOOOOO. But he slowly works his way into your favors, toning down his aggressiveness a bit. He surprisingly smoothly transitions you into dating, and before you quite know what’s happening you’re having your first kiss outside your apartment door with the guy who keeps setting off the damn alarm. And somehow….you wouldn’t want it any other way.

(Oh, and Syrup does eventually forgive you).

SF!Papyrus: Last delivery of the night, and you’d finally be off. Least it was this place. You’d delivered enough late night takeout to know the guy tipped well. You knocked.

The door opened, revealing Syrup’s lanky form. “Hey kid.”

“Hey, dude.” You forked over the takeout. “Usual. Your bro not cooking tonight?”

“Staying the night with a friend. On my own for tonight.”

“Ah, explains the smell.” You say, indicating the faint fumes of weed wafting from the living room.

“Our little secret, sweetheart.” He winked.

You grinned faintly. Syrup was just enough of a casual flirt that you always kind of looked forward to him popping up on your route.

“How much do I owe ya.”

“$12.17.” You say, pulling the fanny pack with your change in it to your front. “Though I swear we should put this one on the house, you’re practically keeping us in business.”

“Not sure if that’s a reflection on me or the restaurant.” He handed you a twenty. You started counting out the change but he shook his head. “Keep it.”

“Dude, no, 7 bucks is way too much.”

“Hey, don’t argue, I’m a customer and the customer’s always right, right?”

“Come on, man, at least take some of it back, I feel guilty.” You press into his hand before he can protest again. The bones feel odd against your skin. Coming down to it, this may have been the first time you’d touched him instead of just handing items across…..You only have a second to contemplate this before there’s a thrill in your chest like an electric shock. Seems he felt it too: he yelped, jerking his hand back as the change fell to the floor, scattering coins.

Both of you pant a bit, cradling your hands. The buzzing stays, but is less intense. More like a faint vibration.

“What….what the hell….?” you say, finally looking from your hand to Syrup, only to find him staring at you with a dumbfounded expression. “….Syrup.”

“Uh….yeah.” He knelt to the ground, ducking his face a bit as he collects the dropped cash. “Just….just a stray magic burst. Sorry, happens sometimes.” He stands up and puts the change back to you, still avoiding your eyes. “Shouldn’t be any long term effects.”

“Um….are you okay?”

“What?” His eyelights finally dart up to hold yours, only to look away as he places a hand on the door. “Yeah, fine. Just baked. I’ll see ya later, maybe.” He closed the door before you could say another word.

Behind the door he has a minor crisis. Fuck. He’d gone this long without a soulmate, he’d just kind of assumed he didn’t have one. Now he has one, and its you, the human he’d been casually moving in on for a while now…..fuck, he’s not nearly baked enough for this shit.

Syrup’s not half bad at getting laid but a committed relationship? His confidence goes out the fucking window. Not to mention thanks to dedicating himself to looking after Sans he barely has the time (never mind that since he’s hit the surface Sans needs less looking after than he used to). What….what the hell is he supposed to do?

In the end, nothing. The next few times you deliver, he’s not rude exactly, but compared to every other encounter he’s extremely terse and withdrawn. After a while he finds he can’t resist getting back into playful banter, but he’s shyer, less likely to flirt. What the hell’s the point of getting attached. And yeah, he sees the irony.

Blood finds out, of course. Syrup’s never been much good at keeping things from his brother and after watching him mope around for an hour whenever you drop off food he puts the pieces together. He tells him to suck it up and just ask you out and keeps badgering him until Syrup finally lets it go that you’re soulmates. That seems to get him to back off…..until the next time you drop off food and he just lets you walk away.

Just as you’re about to exit the building you hear Sans barking after you. “HUMAN!”

You turn around to see him dragging his brother forward by his shirt collar, forcing the taller to bend down so he could keep up. It was almost funny. There was an orange tint to his skull that keeps getting stronger the closer they get to you and he’s mumbling protests up until Sans throws him in front of you.

“YOU AND MY BROTHER ARE SOULMATES.” Sans says irritatedly, giving you a terse rundown of what he is. “SO CAN YOU JUST TAKE HIM OUT ALREADY SO I CAN STOP DEALING WITH HIS SULKING?” And before either of you can say anything, he’s stormed off back to the apartment.

Whiskey

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 5,717 (yup…)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut! Sexual penetration, oral (male and female receiving), face sitting, dirty talk, language, drinking, Bucky being everyone’s wet dream…

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, but I worked HARD on this one and I’m totally proud of it! (and before anyone asks, Howl at the Moon is a real bar in Indiana!) Enjoy. :) 



You stood in the street and looked up at the new sign that was being hung up in front of the building.

Howl at the Moon

Your pride and joy. You smiled with a shake of your head. This bar had just started out a little hole in wall. Nobody knew about it, and you were barely making ends meet with only 2 people on staff.

Now, it was a world-renowned biker bar. People from all over the globe have stopped in. You have worked hard to make it what it is. The many roaring engines from motorcycles and loud laughter rule this spot.

It kept your life interesting.

The alcohol stays flowing all night long and the grill stays hot. Your most popular item on the menu? Beer served in buckets. You would be surprised at how many buckets these burly bikers can put away.

Sing-a-longs, dance-offs and dirty humor keep your patrons coming back for more. Your lady bartenders have been known to jump on the bar to dance to some old rock n’ roll. Yourself included.

Ashley, your best friend, came up beside you and looked at the sign as well. “It looks fantastic.”

You poked her with your elbow, “Well I would hope you think so, you drew up the concept.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and tipped her head, “I’m a genius.”

You looked up at the black wolf, nose pointed up at a blue moon with a howl. It was really going to stand out at night when it was all lit up.

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I Can’t Let You Go Until I Win

A/N: I really liked what I came up with for Wonwoo in my Seventeen as the mafia, so I decided to turn this into a scenario.


Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

Summary: Played poker with him once. He lost. Now he wants a rematch but you keep denying his challenge.

Genre: Mafia AU, suggestive

Word count: 1,476

Originally posted by wonwoowho

“Straight flush” you said laying down your cards.

It wasn’t your first time playing, no but you must admit that you get lucky most of the time and tonight was one of these nights. You were the only woman in the room and everyone’s eyes followed you as you took all of their money. Especially the one’s sitting opposite you.

“This can’t be right. I never lose.” the man spoke.

“Well you just did.” you smirked and walked out.

“Hey!” he shouted after you but you decided not to be bothered by him and went to the counter to get the chips exchanged.

“Don’t you ignore me goddammit.” someone grabbed you by the arm.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Keep your hands to yourself.” but he didn’t let go.

“This can’t be right, you must have cheated. I demand a rematch.”

“Are you crazy? I won fair and square, I can’t say the same about you though.”

He seemed surprised by your statement.

“How did you- Never mind that, I can’t lose to you.”

“Why? Because I’m a woman?”

“What? No, you don’t-“

“Is this man bothering you, madam?” a security guard finally came to your rescue.

“No. He. Isn’t.” you said taking your arm out of his grasp. “Right?”

He just looked at you and turned to go.

“We will see each other again.”

▲▼▲▼▲

You were kind of creeped out by what he said and decided not to stay in the casino for any longer than you should. You took the money and went to your car.

“What the hell was his problem.” you thought driving away. You couldn’t sleep well that night, thinking about what happened. You were too tired to make anything for yourself for breakfast and went to the café downstairs to get your coffee.

“The usual.” you said.

“I will take the same thing as the girl.” you turned to your right and saw the man from before leaning on the counter. You were about to say something when he spoke.

“I said we will see each other again.” but you didn’t expect him to actually do it.

“How did you find me?”

“I have my ways.” he smirked. You looked around. You don’t feel safe with him.

“Are you searching for escape routes already? That’s sad, I mean no harm. I just want to talk.”

“Yeah right.” you thought.

“Let’s play.”

“What?”

“I don’t need the money, I will get them back when we have a rematch. I just have to win.”

“Is he serious?” you couldn’t help but start laughing.

“What’s so funny sweetie?” he took your hand. “I’m Wonwoo by the way.”

You looked at your hand in his and quickly pulled it out. You took your coffee and went out the door but he followed.

“Hey don’t be so mean! I just introduced myself. At least tell me your name.”

“I’m sorry I have to go.” you said almost running to your car. You had no intentions of getting friendly with the likes of him. For all you know he could be a stalker or something. You looked at him through your rear view mirror and you could swear you saw him wink at you. You had trouble concentrating in work and couldn’t wait to go home and back to bed. You were about to leave when your co-worker came in your office.

“Y/N there is someone waiting for you at the entrance, he said his name is Wonwoo. Do you know him?”

“What? No no no. This can’t be right.” you thought descending down the stairs. You waited for a while before turning the corner thinking if you should really confront him. He seemed dangerous.

“Are you hiding from me?” he smiled coming up to you.

“What are you doing here? How do you find me?”

“Let’s play.” was the only thing he could say. “Come on, it could be fun.”

“I don’t want to. If I give you the money I won, will you leave me alone?”

“I said I don’t need the money, I need a rematch.” he said looking you in the eyes. Somehow you could tell he wasn’t lying but didn’t want to admit that. You could feel this ending up badly if you said yes, so you decided to ignore him and just go.

“Aish, what’s with that girl. It’s not like I’m asking her to do the impossible.” Wonwoo thought.

“Well you will have to play with me sooner or later.” he said to himself, looking at your ID on his phone screen.

▲▼▲▼▲

Lately he’s been getting on your nerves. You’re not scared anymore, you’re annoyed. He shows up out of nowhere at the most random places and always asks for a rematch. You have no idea how he does that but he’s persistent, you will give him that. You actually found him really handsome and were interested to find more about him but avoided doing so, as practically everything about him said trouble. You sighed and got into your car. You almost spilled you coffee when you noticed him sitting in the back seat.

“Wonwoo!? What the fuck?”

“Ooh you finally called me by my name!”

“Get the hell out of my car.”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“Come on Y/N, let’s play.”

You only thought for a second where he knew your name from as you never mentioned it to him before answering.

“Geez, can’t you get over it already? I’m not playing your stupid game.”

“I didn’t want for it to come to this.” he said and you gulped when you saw how serious and dangerous his face has become.

“We are going to my place.” he said taking his gun out and pointing it at you.  Your eyes widened at the sight of the gun. Relax. It can’t be real.

“Are you seriously threatening me right now?” you asked him, trying to hide your shaking voice. “Get out of the car.” and to your surprise he did but he quickly came up to your side and opened the door.

“I could say the same for you.”

Not wanting to risk anything you got out. He wrapped his arm around your waist.

“We’re going with my car.” he said guiding you to it. It was a very fancy black car and you started thinking that maybe he really doesn’t need your money. You kept silent the whole ride, only glancing at him every so often.

“Look. I’m not going to kill you.” he told parking the car. He seemed to be living in some sort of hotel. He took your hand and went to the elevator. You couldn’t help but be amazed by the luxury in his suite.

“Welcome.” he laughed. “Have a seat.” he said pointing at the armchair near the table. He went to the other room and came back with a suitcase. He opened it and started sorting the poker chips out.

“I never said I will play with you.”

“But you’re here aren’t you?”

“You took me by force.”

“Then I will put this here.” he said setting the gun on the table. “Just in case.” he smirked.

“Ugh, fine. But only this one time and then I hope to never see you again.”

A very genuine smile spread on his face and you tried not to think how cute he looked.

“Finally.” he said.

▲▼▲▼▲

“Full house.” you laid down your cards.

“Fuck!” he shouted, shoving everything off the table. “Why does this keep happening?”

You stood up. It was kind of scary seeing him this pissed.

“Sit down.” he said calmly but you took a few steps back. He looked you in the eyes. “Sit down.  Don’t let me repeat it for the third time.”

He seemed calm but you knew he’s planning something, so you decided to just fuck it and turned around and ran to the door as fast as you can when he grabbed you by the arm and slammed you to the nearby wall. He pinned your hands above your head and leaned in closer, his face just inches away from yours. His eyes were dark and he looked incredibly sexy. You blinked a few times.

“What the hell Y/N?! Don’t let his good looks deceive you.” you thought as he lifted your chin up, so your eyes would meet his.

“What’s your secret? How come I can’t win against you?” you could feel his breath on your skin.

“I played with you as you asked. Now let me go.” you said.

“I can’t do that. I can’t let you go until I win.” he whispered into your ear. Being this close to him was bad but this made you blush like crazy.

“I have another game in mind.” he said pressing his forehead with yours and nibbling your lip. “Strip poker.” he smirked.


~ Part 2 ~

Worth the Wait- Poe Dameron

Word Count: 2385

Pairing: Poe Dameron x OC

Prompt: “Why are you looking at me like that” and Poe and OC friends to lovers.

A/N: Give me more Poe. This was so fun to write…best friends to lovers is my fav trope of all time besides love/hate I think!


“You really don’t have to sit here, Poe,” I said, casting the pilot a look from over my shoulder. “You gotta be exhausted.”

He was sitting on an overturned crate, chin propped in one hand as he watched me work. A crooked grin tugged at one side of his mouth. “What? And leave my baby all alone with you?”

I rolled my eyes at his teasing, but as I turned back to his ship, a small smile was on my own lips. “Honestly your “baby” might be better off in my hands than yours. Considering all the pain you’ve caused it.” I shined my light into the fuselage, double checking my work.

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Kiribaku ficrec

hey hello! so Ive read almsot all the sfw fics in the kiribaku ao3 tag, and figured that, since theres people that no doubt avoid that tag because of all the explicit fics, i might as well recommend some of my favourite fics. Please reblog so that these authors get more recognition for their amazing works.


like you’re running out of time, like you need it to survive*
bakugou’s feelings towards kirishima, and his jealousy around kirishima’s internship and his debut as a hero, is an amazing reminder that the two of them are just 15 yo kids with dreams. Had me unconditionally angry with the pro heroes for putting these kids through all this.

We’re a good match, so let’s start a fire*
A cool take on the fantasy AU where Bakugou is searching for a dragon, and Kirishima is the dragon prince who’s ‘helping’ him search for… well, himself. Probably one of the best fantasy au works i’ve red so far.

close the door on your way out
Bakugou works at a bakery. Kirishima is a regular that he’s trying to convince himself he hates. His relationships with his coworkers are so, so good.

Fireworks Underneath a Sheet of Ice
Just two kids trying to figure out romance, dating, all that stuff. So cute and sweet. Bakugou’s so awkward and i love it.

Troubled Sleeping
Kirishima always goes to Bakugou to help him through his nightmares. Now it’s bakugou’s turn to be the comforting one. It’s really nice seeing the possible outcome of the internship arc on Kirishima’s mental health, instead of him just brushing it all off.

towards the light*
Kirishima is absoutely smitten with the angry boy working at his parents’ flowershop and keeps buying flowers he really doesnt need just to see him. FLOWERSHOP AUS ARE MY LIFE !

this is home
Bakugou doesnt get how kirishima can love him. Kirishima isnt having any of that shit.

Dulcet
It takes Kirishima confessing to Bakugou for him to realize that, yeah, he likes him back.

one to ten
Kirishima has to climb the ladder of friendship before he can ask Bakugou out. This was so heartwrenching and sweet all at once.

heart stains on the carpet*
Bakugou, a chemist, made a scientific breakthrough. This leads to some mishaps where people try to steal his work. That’s when Kirishima, wearing fucking crocs, shows up at his doorstep claiming to be his bodyguard. One of my personal favourites. Had me feeling way too many feelings.

just want my head on your shoulder
Bakugou is affection starved and doesnt know how relationships are supposed to go. My attention span isnt letting me read all of this but? Touch starved Bakugou? hell yeah

Made to measure
Kirishima just wants his boyfriend to have fun at the pool. Bakugou just wants to know how this all seems to be so easy for him. This opened my eyes to both Bakugou and Kirishima being trans, and I am forever thankful.

The Only One (incomplete.)
I haven’t read all of this one yet, and it’s a work in progress, but Bakugou’s internal monologue and issues are so guttural, harsh, and genuine in a way that is far from sugarcoated. I cant wait to see how it progresses. 

ghosts beneath ink wash stars*
Bakugou is a famous artists that moves to a remote, off the map town for an unknown reason. Kirishima is in charge of trying to make him feel welcome.

not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all
Kirishima needs to date Bakugou so Todoroki can get with his brother, midoriya, but it backfires when kirishima actually starts to fall in love with him.

And my own fics:

kiss me on the lips

I’m Curious (what happens when your lips meet mine?)

Vulnerable With You (incomplete.)

When you speak I hear silence, every word a defiance. I can hear, oh I can hear. Think I’ll go where it suits me, moving out to the country with everyone, oh everyone, stop breathing start leaving, before we all become one…

(click title for song) This took me much longer than I expected but who cares- I am still so excited about this! yesterday I had this sudden idea of an OW/Transistor crossover OvO*  I have dozens of variations of this particular song but this specific one, when you hear the dude talk, is my fav one. It gives me chills everytime n creates such a beautiful n intimate atmosphere.

n then it hit me- What if the fall of their Switzerland HQ didn’t led to Gabe becoming Reaper but to be somehow absorbed into Jacks rilfe like the sword dude in Transistor? N maybe Jack’s nickname could be “Blue” in this AU? n Talon n other shifty organisations are after them because they were both suppossed to die n maybe they realize what happened to Gabe n they really want that rifle for experimental reasons. n so Jack aka Blue n rifle!Gabe are partially on the run n partially on a vigilante trip through the world to get revenge n maybe find a way to get Gabe a body? or I dunno.  too many possibilities, too many ideas :’‘‘‘D

either way, this is my contribution to this (imo) really intruiging crossover~

Wanna One ·Kissing· (Maknae line)

Park Jihoon

  • His kisses depend on the mood and situation
  • Somedays he wants a short sweet peck
  • Hands on both of your cheeks
  • Giggles and smiles everywhere
  • But other times wow
  • This boy likes long passionate kissing let me tell you
  • That also means making out
  • a lot
  • Hands on your waist that slowly move to your upper back, then to your cheeks
  • Loves it when you play with his hair, and run your nails across the nape of his neck
  • His hand sneaks under your shirt and he rubs small circles with his thumb on your hip
  • His lips move slow, sensual
  • Bites your lower lip from time to time
  • Like wow I know jihoon acts super cute the majority of the time but with his gf he would try to be more manly, sexy even
  • But he will just turn tomato red after kissing you at either situation
  • Because he would never accustom to the feeling of your lips on his
  • Loves to remind you your lips are his favorite thing
  • Buys you all kinds of flavored lip balm “for you” to try
  • Likes it when you use them and ask him which one he likes better
  • Because that means more kisses
  • And he is up for that any time you want

Park Woojin

  • His kisses are shy
  • This boy right here is so insecure about kissing
  • He thinks he doesn’t know how to do it properly because he hasn’t have many experience
  • Too shy to initiate anything that involves his lips getting near yours.
  • But that doesn’t stop him from loving kissing your forehead and temples
  • Watching him squirm every time your face gets too close to his makes you laugh
  • But you are aware that he does want to kiss you because of the way he always looks at your lips and simultaneously licks his
  • Probably the type to practice kissing when he is alone
  • can you picture it tho bc i sure can
  • One day he just bluntly says he wants to kiss you
  • So you just told him to do it and waited for him to do something
  • He didn’t move at all
  • He just kept looking at you
  • Like that wasn’t the answer he was e x p e c t i n g
  • Just an “uhmm” left his lips as his eyes looked at everything but your face
  • You smiled at him and leaned in
  • As your lips touched he came back to his senses and kissed you back
  • Loves when you brush his hair back
  • After that he would ask you to kiss him all the time
  • Like he has been missing out a lot, you have to make up for the lost time

Bae Jinyoung

  • His kisses are just aw
  • Idk if you get me
  • Like i see him just pecking you on the lips and all the members in the background awing
  • Because everything would be so sweet
  • From the way he holds you to the way he kisses you
  • Cute
  • Definitely would have heart eyes everytime he sees you
  • Such a romantic
  • Holds your hand and plays with your fingers with a shy smile on his face
  • Switching from looking at your face to your hands
  • Thinks you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen
  • Leans down slowly while still smiling
  • Probably laughs * bc he’s a nervous mess * an inch away from your lips
  • When you are about to ask him why he’s laughing he just close the distance between you two
  • He takes his time
  • Slow shy lips
  • Always has one hand playing with one of yours
  • Interlocking your fingers, rubbing the back of your hand or your palm with his thumb
  • The other one holds your cheek
  • But loves it when both of your hands play with the hair in the nape of his neck and he just places his hands on your lower back
  • Brushes the hair out of your face after kissing you
  • Smiles softly
  • Tries to hide his head in the crook of your neck while he hugs you

Lee Daehwi

  • His kisses are cute and innocent
  • Simple as that
  • Loves to kiss your cheeks
  • Loves it even more when you kiss his
  • Back hugging you with his chin on your shoulder as he kisses your neck just because he knows it tickles you
  • And he loves your laugh and smile
  • Seeing you happy just makes him happy
  • Back to the stuff
  • Pecks on the lips are enough for him
  • But when he feels a bit confident he would let his lips linger on yours a bit longer
  • Or go in for a second peck
  • You would be just goofing around when he suddenly stops doing whatever he was doing
  • Says some cute compliment like how the way you look when you laugh is the prettiest you’ve ever looked
  • And as you blush
  • And he dies on the inside
  • He takes your cheeks on his hands
  • Leans in while he chews on his lip
  • and just before kissing you he releases the air he didn’t realize he was holding
  • Closes the distance between the two of you with a deep blush on his cheeks
  • Probably has no clue of how to deepen the kiss
  • But he really wants to stay with his lips locked with yours longer than a peck
  • You would feel his struggle when a whole 5 seconds passed and he still had his lips pressed to yours
  • So you tiled your head a bit and moved your lips.
  • His eyes would open in surprise
  • Like o m g this is h a p p e n i n g
  • But he would catch on quickly
  • Smiles a lot and presses many kisses all over your face when its over

Lai Guanlin

  • His kisses are smooth
  • Probably learned all he knows about kissing by watching movies and series
  • And he actually is not bad at it
  • Idk he gives me the vibe that he knows how to kiss pretty well
  • But he is not aware of it.
  • Like he is super insecure but he tries not to show it by making YOU nervous and flustered
  • Loves to bear-hug you
  • Your head on his chest
  • His head buried in your hair
  • Kisses your cheek and places his head back on your shoulder
  • Where he says something cheesy that makes you blush
  • And maybe unconsciously he spoke lower than usual and his breath was tickling your neck and made you shiver
  • Not being sarcastic he literally didn’t knew what he was doing.
  • Until he felt you shiver
  • Thats when he became a flustered mess himself
  • Leans back barely to look at you
  • Noses touching he looks into your eyes
  • If you were averting his gaze he would feel kind of ashamed
  • Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable
  • When you finally look back at him assuring him that it was fine
  • He would go back to his mushy smiley self but at the same time he wouldn’t want to let you go so would go straight to to the point and ask if he could kiss you
  • Closes the distance between you two
  • Plump soft lips
  • Hands firm on your waist
  • Loves when you kiss his cheek or nose afterwards

a/n: It took me longer than expected to finish this (bc of jihoon that boy confused me a lot) but it’s finally here! If somone has an idea of what should i write next, feel free to send me or ask me anything. It will take some time (curse uni) but It will be posted eventually.

Hope you enjoy it! :)

Hyung line ver.

Making out: Hyung line + Jihoon

anonymous asked:

how do you draw tears?

Hi, Anon! I’ll do my best to walk you through my thought process. 

(This post got kinda long, so if you’re not up for reading, here are kawacy’s process breakdown and JaneMere’s Water Drops Tutorial o/)

Tears as seen in real life are…pretty uninteresting, tbh so to make them look more feel-inducing than reality, it helps to exaggerate, especially when it comes to size and contrast

Here are some things I consider when sketching:

I like to keep it to two trickles per eye flowing from the corners to, but by no means is that a rule. To give tears a sense of weight, I draw them as thin streams that gather into large droplets depending on where gravity is taking them. 

You might want to push the size even further so that they’re more visible at a distance. Context and mood is also an important thing to consider; as a general guideline, thinner lines imply delicacy while gushing waterfalls are usually more comical. Feel free to let anime/cartoons/comics (etc etc) be your guide, since they can go really heavy on the exaggeration for a wider range of expression. Have some Mako Mankanshoku tears from Kill la Kill as an example!

Awww :’D
I mean
Awww D’: 

Anyways, once I have my sketch down, I go ahead and block them out. I’m using a white tinted with blue for color contrast from the warm colors of the skin, but it doesn’t matter that much if you lower the opacity as much as I have. In any case, I don’t want to use my whitest white yet since I’m saving that for shiny highlights.

I then duplicate my block-in, darken the layer, then erase from inside the shapes I made. This is my “line art” of sorts.

Time to shade! Since tears are essentially water, I treat them like gemstones/translucent objects. Similar to shiny materials like metal, there’s a high-contrast transition between light and shadow in both edges and value, but with transparent objects, light passes through them, bounces around, and “gathers” on the side opposite of the surface that’s receiving the light, like so: 

Not the most amazing rendering in the world, but I hope it gets my point across x’D

Moving on!

To compensate the loss of detail from zooming out, I use black to amp up the contrast (doubly important since I’m using a pale-skinned person in my example). If that’s too harsh for you, feel free to play around with colors and opacity. (Again with the whole emotional context thing. Adapt to the situation!) You can even use a soft brush or put the shading through a blur filter, but I usually choose to keep the edges hard because again, contrast.

Now for the fun part: highlights! Shine bright like a diamond : DDD

Amping up the contrast some more by breaking out the whites! I suppose you could stop here, but this still isn’t shiny enough for me yet, >:3c

I go over the edges of the tears with white to punctuate how ridiculously shiny they are. I also like to throw in some bright reds/oranges reflecting off the droplets to imply healthy, glowing skin as well as a dash of a cooler color for general environmental lighting. I also added some cast shadows to the tears. Not terribly dark, since light passes through the tears as opposed to being blocked out.

Again, while I am basing my decisions off real-life principles, a lot of these choices are highly stylistic. Whether you’re drawing small, have time constraints or you’re just plain lazy, you can always pick and choose! This is just my current approach, so while you’re free to try out my workflow if you literally have no idea what you’re doing, I do encourage you to experiment to see what appeals you personally.

Hope this helps! Honestly, I’m quite flattered that anyone would ask me how I draw things :’D
If anyone does end up using this guide, poke me and show me what you’ve come up with; I’d love to see :D

A Dixon’s Mate

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Y/N is attracted to a certain blue eyed Alpha, but she thinks he doesn’t like her because of how much he avoids her. What she doesn’t know is that Daryl lives to protect that Omega. One night when Daryl doesn’t join everyone for a special dinner in the cellblock, she takes some dinner to share at his watch post, but what she finds will change everything between them.

Warnings: Unprotected sex (be safe when you get naughty), A/B/O Dynamics, knotting sex, a little fluff at the end, wee instance of Daddy kink, etc.

A/N: This took longer than expected for many reasons, but I’ll just leave it at that for now. This isn’t my best work, but I’ve been told it’s good for how rusty I am getting back behind the keyboard after a while. The style of this story is written in @kittenofdoomage‘s A/B/O universe. If you’d like to know more she has a link to the list of rules on her page. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it.

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10816410

Word Count: 2,356

Originally posted by findmeacurebae

The sun was already high above the prison when Y/N stepped out to the yard, loving the Georgia heat despite the humidity. It had been freezing inside the cell block with three straight days of rain, so the warmth of the sun’s rays soaking into her skin was a welcome change. A smile tugged at her lips as she watched the kids run out through the muddy grass, Rick and Hershel checking the crops, while Maggie and Glenn walked hand in hand to the fence to kill off some walkers. She was always so happy to see the sweet beta couple together, feeling the love they have for one another radiating from them every time they even look at each other. Poor Rick always smiled at the sight of them too, wishing he could go back to the days before he lost his omega, Lori. As if it wasn’t bad enough that he had to kill his best friend, Shane, another pig headed alpha pining over his omega. But he had Carl and sweet little Judith to keep him going. He also had his duty as leader of the group to make his days busy, caring for the people taken in after the fall of Woodbury and the Governor slaughtering some of his own people.

An all too familiar feeling pulled Y/N from her thoughts and made shivers run down her spine. Her teeth quickly sunk into her bottom lip to hold back a soft whimper that threatened to escape, loving the heat that spread through her body under the blue eyed gaze of the alpha staring at her from the nearest watch tower. Daryl watched her every chance he got, secretly admiring everything about her. He had been completely entranced with her since the group first found her outside Atlanta. He liked to believe that she had no idea, looking away to avoid meeting her eyes any time she’d look at him.

To Y/N’s dismay, he always kept his distance from her. Whenever she caught him looking, she wondered how it would feel to be close to him or how he would smell. She’d been told that alphas smell wonderful to omegas like her, but she’d never been around an unmated one before, aside from Shane but he acted like Lori was his, even when Rick came back. “Maybe he thinks I’m gross.” She mumbled and kicked a rock from under her foot before walking down the gentle slope to feed the pigs the group had raised.

Daryl kept his gaze locked on her every move, groaning at the sight of her hips swaying with each step. He wanted nothing more than to pull her against his chest and scent her properly, make her his mate. He always made sure she was safe when they were on the road, keeping his distance and watching from afar. It was dangerous enough for her to be an unmated omega in a world of zombies that half rely on the scent of living things to find their next meal, but it was worse when her scent intensified during her heat each month. Securing the prison had been like a God send to protect her. He’d stop outside her cell at night when everyone was a sleep just to check, inhaling deeply to take in her intoxicating scent while he peeked in on her sleeping form. He thought he’d heard her whimper his name in her sleep a few times, but it was too quiet to tell for sure. As much as he wanted to be hers, he never got too close. Daryl thought he wasn’t good enough for her. He thought she deserved better, but couldn’t stand the thought of anyone but him touching Y/N. He shook his head and turned his attention back out to the woods and fields surrounding the perimeter of the prison, fully prepared to stay there long into the night with his thoughts.


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is your best friend a reincarnated dragon? it’s more likely than you think!

since @honeybunchesofjokes​ decided call out posts were in again, here’s mine for her:

SHE’S A LITERAL FIVE HEADED DRAGON!

…..

okay, she’s not a literal five headed dragon, but she IS a dragon, likely one who’s sass pissed off a wizard, which is why she’s been cursed to into a tiny, frail mortal form

“but shana!” you’re saying, “that’s a serious accusation! you can’t accuse people of being dragons without any evidence! this is america! we’re human until proven a giant fire breathing lizard in a court of law!”

BITCH you think I don’t got EVIDENCE???

please consider:

runs hot. runs so hot. call the police and the fireman (make a draGON WANNA RETIRE MAN!!!!)

  • she’s so warm everyone in the friend group has used her as a space heater at various points
  • has put her hot hot hands on various people and there’s just this slow outrage of realization that small bunsen burners have been placed on them
  • she laid next to me in bed and was literally giving off such a large amount of heat from her tiny body that i had to TURN ON THE AIR CONDITIONING

she likes Things not in the way people like things, but in the ways of museum curators and DRAGONS have HOARDS of Things!

  • collects postcards, curates postcards and Small Art, and sometimes puts them up but most of the time they are just There and she Has Them because they are part of her Things
  • things that are blue are Good and things that are teal are Very Good!! she has so many things in teal!!! she hoards teal!! is a small art or postcard teal? EVEN BETTER!
  • ‘but shana’ you say ‘those aren’t very traditional dragon hoards. that just sounds like things she likes’
  • IF! THIS! BITCH! COULD! ROB! A! BANK! SHE WOULD!! AND SHE WOULD SLEEP ON A PILE OF SOLID GOLD BARS!! BUT SHE CAN’T BREATH FIRE ANYMORE SO SHE MUST MAKE DO WITH PRETTY ART AND TEAL COLORED THINGS!!!

she made herself a cave to live in

  • i’m not fucking joking she made a CAVE!!!
  • she bought a queen canopy bed and got some dark BLUE sheets and THREE (3!) BLUE blankets and dark BLUE curtains to surround herself in!! it’s all blue and dark!
  • bitch missed her native environment and just!! built a motherfucking cave!!

her fashion aesthetic is Adventurer and Hero

  • how is this relevant, you ask?
  • i can only assume she dresses like all the mortals who tried to slay her in her past life and FAILED

consumes things that are TOO HOT!!

  • normal people should not be consuming things that are that hot!
  • drinks soup and other liquids that are boiling!!! yells at ME for not drinking boiling liquids! ‘it’s too hot!’ i tell her, and she scoffs and says 'it’s lukewarm!’
  • you???? are consuming??? a boiling liquid???? YOU DON’T GET TO TELL ME ANYTHING ON TEMPERATURE
  • 'microwave this for me’ she says. i do it. 'this is cold!’ she complains. honey. honey bunch. honey bunches of oats. its FUCKING STEAMING.

grew up in the icy tundra of minnesota and hates the warm mild so cal!

  • it is because she runs so hot!
  • loves snow! loves cold! who loves being cold?? NO ONE LOVES BEING COLD
  • therefore she is Not As Cold as everyone else because she’s a MOTHERFUCKING DRAGON
  • NO WONDER she doesn’t like living in a desert! dragons don’t live in deserts! they live on the tops of icy snowy mountains!
  • 'it’s too hot’ she says, for once in her goddamn life. 'IT’S A PLEASANT FUCKING DAY’ i say. 'we should move. someplace north.’ she says, because she yearns to RETURN FROM WHENCE SHE CAME

every time she comes out of the shower she looks like she just got fucking murdered by gordon ramsay

  • let me explain
  • she scratches herself in the shower and BIG RED WELTS APPEAR.
  • 'oh,’ you say, 'she has sensitive skin!’
  • DOES SHE???? or are her NAILS much like her UNNATURAL BODY HEAT remnants of her former dragon body, and therefore so much stronger than a normal human’s??
  • I THINK WE ALL KNOW THE ANSWER HERE

she’s always ready to Fight

  • her new years resolution last year was to get in a bar fight. this year it was to be pettiest person she knows.
  • she is a FIRM believer that violence solves ALL YOUR PROBLEMS if you do it right
  • why is so much vigilante justice rage contained inside of her? why is she so Ready To Go, Mate?
  • what else do you expect!! when you curse a big fearsome dragon!! to reside in a mortal form!! this is what you get!!!

in conclusion:

My Roommate Is A Giant Fire-breathing Lizard

thank you and goodnight

drarry + amortentia

Harry had just taken his seat next to Ron when Professor Snape swept through the door, his billowing black cloak bringing with it a cold wind that crept throughout the classroom. A shudder ran across the students, diminishing as it reached the Slytherins, who had grown adjusted to the piercing rush of the frigid air. Without a word, the greasy professor conjured a softly bubbling cauldron onto the surface of his desk.

“Today’s task,” he began in a slow drawl, “is to successfully brew the potion shown before you. I will not provide you with its name just yet, only the ingredients and instructions necessary to brew it.”

Just as those words left his mouth, pieces of parchment appeared in front of each student. Harry was a bit startled, as he had already begun to doze due to the sluggish pace of Snape’s speech. He adjusted his glasses and gave his hair a ruffle, leaning in to examine the page before him. After a bit of studying, he determined that it was a recipe of sorts, which was to be expected in a potions classroom. With a small sigh, he leaned back a bit on his stool and directed his attention back to the looming man before him.

“At the end of class, I will review your potions and reveal the name of the potion that you will have attempted to brew.” Harry let out another sigh at the professor’s emphasis on the word, “attempted,” which gave the impression that Snape didn’t really expect any properly brewed potions.

“Are there any questions?” the tall man finished. Immediately, Hermione, seated next to Pavarti, raised her hand, waving it about a bit in the air. Snape gave her a disdainful glance, and then proceeded to say, “Good. Now, begin brewing your potions.”

Hermione’s forehead wrinkled a bit in frustration, but she quickly shook it off, beginning to look over the parchment set before her. Just as the classroom began to spring back to life, Snape’s voice interrupted the commotion.

“Oh, I had almost forgotten.” he said with a sinister smile that made Harry grimace in disgust. “To add an element of challenge to your brewing, you will now be working with new partners.”

A collective groan echoed across the classroom. “Silence!” the slimy man demanded. “I will give you your partners now. Granger and Parkinson. Goldstein and Nott. Goyle and Brown. Weasley and Zabini. Longbottom and Crabbe. Potter and Malfoy-”

Harry immediately ceased listening after the dreaded words escaped Snape’s far-too-happy mouth. He dared a glance over at Malfoy, only to find the blond git glaring straight back at him. They engaged in a bit of a glare-off from across the room, until Harry was pulled out by a tap on his shoulder.

He looked up and was met with the chiseled face of Blaise Zabini. “Potter, if you don’t mind, I believe that I am Weasley’s new partner now.” the boy said with a slight smirk. Harry glanced over to Ron to find him positively green, and patted him on the shoulder with an unspoken “good luck” lingering in the air behind him as he regretfully made his way over to Malfoy’s table.
Harry kept his head down as he took his seat next to Malfoy, attempting to focus only on the parchment and not on the tall, pointy boy who seemed to be all angles next to him. Malfoy clearly wanted to ruin everything good in Harry’s life, taking it upon himself to break the tension-filled silence at their table.

“Potter, as much as I hate, and I mean absolutely despise, saying this, I think that we ought to work together, rather than fight over this.” At Harry’s incredulous look, he continued. “I would like a passing grade in this class, and I assume that you would as well. You’ve proven to have at least a bit of a brain hidden inside that abnormally large head of yours, so I think that if we… put aside our differences for the time begin, we will have a good chance of brewing this potion correctly.”

Harry continued to stare at Malfoy as if he had grown a third eye, and Malfoy, though tempted to now feel his forehead to ensure the absence of an abnormal growth, shoved down the urge and quickly continued. “Now, please do not let me lead you to believe that I doubt my own skills in potions brewing. No, quite the contrary, Potter. I do, however, doubt your ability to restrain yourself from wreaking havoc on my cauldron, so I think it would be best for us to work together, rather than against each other, for the time being.”

For a moment, Harry thought he saw a glimmer of hesitation in Malfoy’s eyes, but he quickly doubted himself as the grey eyes returned to normal. “Alright, Malfoy. Truce?” he said, with an extended hand.

Malfoy eyed the slightly calloused hand put before him, having a sense of déja-vu. “Truce.” he agreed, taking Harry’s hand and shaking it firmly. They both stared down at their hands between them for a moment, before quickly coming back to their senses and releasing their grasps, Malfoy clearing his throat and Harry rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well then, Potter,” Malfoy drawled, smirk returning to his pointed features. “Let’s get started.”

Harry took a deep breath and nodded, focusing his attention back to the parchment laid out in front of him. His eyes skimmed the words on the page, which might as well have been hieroglyphics, for he couldn’t understand the potions-language at all. Malfoy spared him an amused glance, and then decided to take pity on the other boy.

“Alright Potter, I’ll do the hard work, and you can be my second-in-command. Go ahead and fetch the ingredients on the list, will you?”

Harry didn’t bother arguing, and instead set off to the potions cupboard where various other students were gathering. Soon, he was walking back out with different jars and phials balanced in his arms and setting them on the table beside the cauldron Malfoy was currently heating with his wand.

The two boys worked in silence, with only the occasional request from Malfoy (Harry refused to refer to them as “commands,” since that made him sound like he was submitting to Malfoy). Soon enough, Harry was giving the potion a final stir, and Malfoy deemed it to be acceptable.

“Wow, Potter, I must admit that I’m surprised. We make quite the team when we aren’t talking to each other.” Harry responded with a lopsided grin, making Malfoy’s heartbeat speed up a bit, although he showed no sign of it on the outside.

“Yeah,” Harry replied. “Our potion smells great, too. Actually,” he continued, a small frown appearing on his face, “it kind of smells like… you.” Harry finished, looking up at Malfoy slightly, seeming almost embarrassed.

Malfoy wasn’t sure of how to react. “What do you mean, it smells like me?” Malfoy leaned down to the cauldron, lightly sniffing it. “What?” he murmured under is breath.

“What, what is it?” Harry inquired.

“Potter, this might be the oddest thing I’ve ever said to you before, so I apologize in advance. But, this potion sort of smells like you.”

Both boys looked at each other in confusion, and just as Harry drew in a breath to respond, Snape began speaking.

“Alright, that will be enough. It seems that most of you are finished, though you took quite a bit longer than I had expected.” The displeasure in Snape’s voice was clear. “We only have several minutes left in class, so I will study your potions afterwards. Now, though, I will tell you what potion you have all been brewing. It is known by the name of ‘Amortentia.’ Does anyone know what this potion’s purpose is?”

Hermione spoke up without being called upon. “Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world, Sir. It causes one to fall in love with whoever has dosed them with it. Its smell is unique to each person, smelling of what each person loves most, sometimes objects and sometimes the person with whom they are in love.”

Harry didn’t hear Snape’s response, he was too busy trying to slow his breathing back to a normal pace as Hermione’s last words clicked into place in his mind. The words “sometimes the person with whom they are in love” echoed in his mind, and he subconsciously turned to Malfoy, who was sitting at his side.

Malfoy had a somewhat horror-stricken expression, and a flush was rising up his neck and onto his cheeks. Both he and Harry were startled out of their thoughts with a brief, “Class dismissed.” from Snape. They eyed each other warily, unmoving in the crowd of students packing up.

“Huh.” Harry said.

“Huh.” Malfoy echoed. “'Huh’ indeed. Well, Potter, it seems to me like we have a lot to discuss.”

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and that’s it! i’ve seen several amortentia prompts in my time on tumblr and i thought i’d provide y'all with my own take on it. i am by no means a writer, and this is the first thing i’ve ever written and released. so, here it is! feedback is appreciated :) btw, i’m posting this on mobile, so sorry in advance for any mistakes.