why is your hair so perfect

Jeonlous

Genre: Oral Smut

Summary: Third time’s the charm when you’ve been stood up by your fellow officer and boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook. However you decide to have your sweet revenge.

Featuring: Our dearly beloved Jeonlous x Y/N

Note: This boy is the reason for my sinful thoughts. I’ve been meaning to write this for a while, but once THIS DAMN APPEARANCE + PERSONA (note above) came into existence I had to let this out. This is my first ever fanfic and smut, so please don’t have too many expectations. Hope it doesn’t disappoint :)

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compliment sentence starters.

’ you always know how to find that silver lining. ’
’ has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? ’
’ you have the whitest teeth! you’ve got a hollywood smile! ’
’ you have the most beautiful eyes i’ve seen before. ’
’ i love your hair so much, it’s so pretty. ’
’ you have the best laugh in the universe. ’
’ you always dress so fabulous! you’ve got so much style! ’
’ you’re the best at anything and everything you do. ’
’ you are the smartest person i know! ’
’ sometimes i wonder why you’re my friend. ’
’ you’re the best friend anyone could ever ask for. ’
’ you always seem to have a solution for any problem. ’
’ you are the most attractive person i’ve had as a friend. ’
’ anything looks good on you! you’re perfect! ’
’ you always make the days a little brighter for people. ’
’ you’re like, really loved and adored, despite what you think. ’
’ anyone would be lucky to have you as a girl/boyfriend. ’
’ you’re going to make the best parent one day. ’
’ one day, you’re going to make someone so happy. ’
’ ever since i met you, i’d been the happiest i’ve ever been. ’
’ you are the perfect role model. ’
’ you deserve an award or something, you’re that great. ’
’ you did so good on that art work the other day! ’
’ that speech was phenomenal, left me speechless. ’
’ you’ve got an amazing face and i just want to stare at it all. ’
’ i could stare at you all day and never get tired. ’
’ you are the better looking out of the two of us. ’
’ you’re the smarter one out of the two of us. ’
’ you always smell so good. what perfume is that? ’
’ i’ll only get a make over, if you’re the one who does it. ’
’ i’d trust you with my life any day. ’
’ you have the biggest heart out of everyone i’ve ever met. ’
’ you are just the sweetest person ever. ’
’ you are so creative! i could never be that original. ’
’ your ideas are so beautiful and original, i love them. ’
’ you really do make a fantastic meal, the best i’ve ever had. ’
’ this is so delicious, oh my god, you’re amazing. ’
’ you do not need make up to look beautiful, you were blessed. ’
’ why does everything you buy fit you so well? ugh. ’
’ you give me so much inspiration. ’
’ you inspire me so much, i’ve always looked up to you. ’
No Love (M) | Part One

Long List of Warnings (trigger warnings)

Angst, Unfaithful Reader, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Slight Sexism, Social Issues, Child Abuse (non-sexual), Unhealthy Relationship Depiction, Unstable Reader, Slightly Manipulative Reader, Sex & stuff.

Disclaimer: Other Kpop artist/Fictional Characters are portrayed in this, this is not an accurate representation of their personality so please do NOT get offended.  

Word Count: 9.9k+

Description: After a two-year breakup with Yoongi, you suddenly run into him again at your boyfriend’s party. Drunk and alone, Yoongi passes out on you, and you convince Jiwon (your boyfiend) to let Yoongi stay over for the night without telling him about your history. Jiwon, who invited Yoongi as a business colleague, is willing. But little does he know that it will wreck havoc on your relationship. (Takes place the morning after this happens.)

Request:  “Hey could you do a daddy kink with Yoongi, please?”

A/N: You probably expected this to be a hot smut without any emotional roller coasters at all, didn’t you? Title is actually a song by Lyves that I listened to while writing the reader opening Yoongi’s present scene. - Admin Baby  

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What Happens In Vegas: Part 15

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

Master List

A/N: SO sorry this took so long. I was procrastinating big time and also life got in my way. There’s only one part left after this and an epilogue, so I really hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think! ♥

Word Count: 2,184
(I know this is not a drab, and this is the longest part to date :O)

Warnings:
- language.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Bucky was sleeping peacefully beside you the next morning, after spending hours the night before trying to get him to fall asleep. His nerves were getting the best of him, and rightfully so. You’d spent most of the night coming up with a court summons for Peggy, so that you could finally find out whom Charlotte’s true father was. You pushed his hair off of his forehead and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. The love you had for him swelled in your chest and, in that moment, you vowed to find the truth for him, to give him inner peace. Even though this was his own personal struggle, it would bring peace to you and your relationship with him as well. Maybe, just maybe, it would also mend his and Steve’s lifelong friendship.

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Tidal Wave. (Tom Holland Imagine)

Sorry for the absence… yet again. Regular uploads will be brought back probably late May whenever school is finally out for me. Until then posts will be arbitrary… I hope you don’t mind.

TRIGGER WARNING: Depression, self harm, suicidal thoughts, low-self esteem, strong language, etc (Let me know if I missed any)

This is a little something I put together when I was going through something a while back. If you or a loved one are going through something like this shown in this imagine (Really just suicidal thoughts, depression, anxiety, etc.), please call this suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255

If you ever need someone to talk to and you feel uncomfortable calling this number, feel free to contact me personally. (Please don’t use anon because I don’t want to post it for the internet to see)

As for permission before reposting on another platform.


Originally posted by spiderholland


You’re so ugly. 

You aren’t good enough.

Why do you even exist?

He doesn’t love you. 

The world will be better off without you. 

You sat in the dimmest part of your bedroom, your head in your hands and the blade beside you. You knew going back into that old habit was terrible. But at times like these, it was hard to have any self-control.

The thoughts weren’t sparked by comments from some of Tom’s fans that despised you. You “got used” to them, but nevertheless, you deleted your Instagram and snapchat minutes before your emotional breakdown. 

Really, nothing really triggered you into this. You woke up today and thought. I’m not okay. Why am I not okay? You thought about your life. You were in college, which was well payed for by your family. You’re dating a freaking celebrity. So why did you feel this way? 

Tears rolled down your face as the dark thoughts pounded against your skull. You’ve thought about this plenty of times as a young teen. And you thought about if you actually went through with your initial plan, you wouldn’t have met Tom. You wouldn’t have fallen in love. 

But here you are. In love. Yet so broken. But rest assured it wasn’t his fault in any way. 

The thoughts. The self doubt. The self hatred. The loathing. The depression. The need to dig the blade into your wrist to make a deep vertical cut.

It all hit you like a Tidal Wave. 

Do it. 

No one will miss you. 

Just one cut. Doesn’t even have to be too deep.

You aren’t good enough. 

They hate you.

He hates you. 

You’re just a parasite to him.

And before you could stop yourself, you grabbed the blade and slashed at your skin four times. You stared in horror as the blood dripped from your skin to the beige carpet. Your breath was shaky as you dropped the blade and broke into sobs. 

Then you heard him. 

“Babe? You won’t believe what happened at the park with these squirrels!” Tom’s accent rang through your flat. You shot up, picking the razor up and throwing in the trash bin, slicing your finger tips in the process. You grabbed some tissues and plopped them on top of the blood stains, cursing at yourself. 

“You dumb fuck.” You muttered to yourself, realizing that those stains will never come out. Tom called for you again, you hear Tessa’s barking becoming louder as she smelled your blood. “Just a minute, Tommy!” You called back, practically slamming your fistful of tissue onto the stains. “Dumb fuck.” You muttered at yourself once again. 

Then you heard the door swing and Tom say. “What the fuck?” You kept your back towards him, your bleeding wrist held tightly against your chest, as you kept cleaning. “Babe what did you spill?”

“N-nothing.” You whispered, wiping away, the tissues tearing apart. 

He walked over to you. Tessa pushed past him and onto the bloodstains, howling and barking. Tom turned you around to see your nightshirt covered in blood along with your bloody wrist and hands. “What did you do?” He said in horror. He hates you. The voice hisses again. 

And that’s when you burst into tears. 

The silence was filled with Tessa’s alert barks as you collapsed into Tom’s arms in tears. He pried your arm from your chest to see the four scars bleeding but not enough to were it was life threatening. He got up. He’s going to leave you. He hates you. But to your surprise, he helped you up too. 

Tom walked the both of you to the bathroom where he had you put your wrist against the running faucet. He then washed them for you. Then Tom fetched a huge bandage and covered it. 

Tom finally broke the silence. “Why?” He asked, his jaw tight.

You exhaled a shaky breath before saying. “I-I don’t know.”

“Damn it, (Y/N)!” Tom yelled as he began to cry, his hands slamming on the bathroom counter, making you flinch. He immediately noticed and apologized. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, love. I-I just want to know why.” You stayed silent. “I want to know why you, the most caring, selfless, beautiful, amazing, sweetest girl would do that.” There was more silence. “Is it because of me? Am I not around enough? Am I not good enough?” 

“No!” You exclaimed. “You’re the caring one. You’re the selfless one. You’re the amazing one. You’re the most attractive person in the world. And I’m wondering if I’m not good enough for you. Am I a charity to you, Holland?”

“No.” He said, pulling you into him, hugging you tightly. 

“Then why are you dating someone like m-me? I’m normal. I’m ugly. I’m not perfect. I do this. Why are you with me when you can have literally anyone better?” You asked as you cried. 

Tom pulled away, pushing fallen pieces of hair from your face. “You are beautiful. You’re the love of my life and I don’t want you or anyone else to hurt you. Okay? I love you so much. Please never again. I’m here, baby. I’m always here.” 

No Happy Endings | Wonho [M]

Originally posted by wonhontology


Warnings: Strong language and implications of sex.

word count: 3,718

“Hey, what ya’ reading today?” The librarian asks with a smile.

Part 1: The Thing About Keeping Schedules

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anonymous asked:

RFA reacts to MC planning a surprise picnic for Valentine's day with food she made

Thank you for your request and i hope you like it!

Yoosung

  • It’s Valentine’s Day and you said you had a surprise for him in the park…
  • He’s already excited!
  • It’s his first Valentine’s Day with someone…He is nervous, but he also has sure that this will be awesome!
  • When you reveal to him what is the surprise, his jaw dropped!
  • You made that??! WOW!
  • Looks so good!
  • He’ll eat this food so quickly because for him this is too delicious!
  • But he’ll feel bad that he ate too fast so this date will have to end sooner 
  • HE MESSED UP HE WANTS TO CRY!
  • But when you reassure him that this is ok, he smiles, so relieved…
  • Your attitude in doing all these things…This beautiful picnic makes him be so emotional…
  • He’ll not sleep this night because he’ll keep playing the memories of this date in his head!
  • He’ll definitely some good breakfast for you tomorrow, with a lot of love!

Zen

  • Really MC?
  • A surprise picnic? Romantic.
  • Did you make the food? Romantic!
  • Wow, this is so perfect, why he didn’t have this idea!
  • Well, he actually knows how to cook, but your food tastes delightful!
  • And he’ll try to feed you, every time…this is getting annoying, but you know, romance!
  • He just finds this like a fairy tale, you and him, in nature, eating a good meal, with the wind blowing in your hair!
  • We need to take a selfie!
  • He takes so many selfies that the food is already cold when he’s going to eat it.
  • “EVEN COLD THIS IS GOOD”
  • -_-
  • After all, he loved this surprise, it was what he wanted, a romantic Valentine’s Day.
  • Well, now is your turn to see what he has prepared for you!

Jaehee

  • When she saw what you planned, she gives you a genuine smile.
  • This is such a good idea MC!
  • And she really keeps complimenting your food with so many cute compliments, you just can’t stop smiling!
  • That was so simple, but it was so good.
  • You two spend the evening just eating some casual food, looking around and talking.
  • Looks boring, but it was pretty good.
  • You never saw Jaehee smiling and laughing that much, this really made you feel so happy about all that.
  • She knows this was a surprise for Valentine’s Day and everything…But she really wants to do this again, you know?
  • You make something, she makes something…Everything will be perfect!
  • It will be a pleasant time, like always.

Jumin

  • He didn’t want to come here, but is Valentine’s Day and you said you had a surprise for him
  • What is surprising? He doesn’t know, but he sure want to
  • When you said it was a picnic, he thought this was too simple for this date
  • But before he could even say something you said that you prepared that food, he made sure to shut the hell up about it
  • When he starts to eat it…He almost doesn’t believe that you prepared that, something !it was too good!
  • When he asked what was your secret you just replied with “love”
  • That made him think…And then he realizes he has been a jerk all this time.
  • It doesn’t matter if is big or small, simple or not, the feelings…The meaning matters.
  • And you made this with so much love that not even the best chefs could so something so delightful 
  • He smiles so much that evening, he didn’t even look like that important and serious man called Jumin Han.
  • He sure wants to do this again, he can even something!
  • Oh, and can Elizabeth come or this is a bad idea?

707

  • You finally manage to make him leave that bunker for this one fucking day.
  • He’s just a dork running through the park, you would be embarrassed if you weren’t already familiar with his way.
  • When you reveal to him the surprise, he just gave you a big smile!
  • He already knew it, he watched over you, but he’ll lie and make sure you think he’s really surprised!
  • But happy? Happy he definitely is!
  • “Woow, you made real food for me? That was a miss steak”
  • Yes, he keeps making you laugh only when you have your mouth full of food.
  • After that, he’ll talk to you, finally being romantic, talking about the sky, until he gets even close to you, putting one hand on your cheek
  • “You know MC…” He got even closer, looking deep into your eyes, “I think we make a nice pear…”
  • DAMN IT SAEYOUNG
  • You get out a little mad and he is just laughing his ass off
  • “ORANGE YOU GLAD TO BE HERE WITH ME MC?!!!”
  • “IT’S NACHO YOUR PROBLEM” You yelled while walking
  • He just opens his mouth “…I love this woman…WAIT FOR ME!”
“Sorry for not believing in you“

(A/N): I‘ve always wanted to write a soulmate AU, so this is a big deal for my crippling author career. Enjoy x 

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Originally posted by tylerandthejosephs

The air is like frozen lace on your skin, delicate and cold. The sky is washed with grey, watery light illuminating thin patches to brilliance. That special cold and pale light, only the winter‘s sun can give, makes everything glow with slippery ice. It‘s the perfect day for staying home but sadly, you had to work today. You‘re seated at the bus stop with both arms crossed over your chest, hugging your body, as if that could provide you with some kind of warmth. 

All of sudden you see a woman getting dragged by her poodle towards another dog owner across the street and as expected, they collide. The man has lost his hat due to the incident, causing a royal blue strand on his head to become visible and remarkably stand out from the rest of his hair. Instantly noticing the phenomenon, the lady lets a loud gasp escape her lips and urgently draws the guy‘s attention to her streak of hair, that coincidentally has the exact same pigment as his. The next thing that happens is acted out just like in the movies, the lovers jump into each other‘s arms and share a passionate kiss as they pull away. At the same time, the royal blue pieces of hair from each one of them loose their colour and blend into the rest. Eventually, it seems like the scenery has turned out to be the complete opposite of a simple coincidence. Oh, the things you‘d do to finally experience the same spectacle…When will it finally be your turn to find your soulmate?

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Fingers

Summary: Sam’s an amazing man, not only is he sweet, smart, and sexy. The man has some long and talented fingers as well. Fingers that hit the right spot, every time.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Rated M

Warnings: Fingering, squirting, dirty talk, Sam’s magic fingers, smutty goodness

Word Count: 2,790

A/N: Thanks @impala-dreamer for beta reading! This was so freaking hot to write. I had to keep pausing. I hope y’all enjoy this as much as I did. 

Originally posted by painfulblisss


Sam’s room is illuminated by the Netflix menu asking who will be watching, Sam’s account or kids. It’s been on the same screen for like thirty minutes now, the remote has gone missing off the mattress.The wooden frame of the bed is creaking, as the sounds of desire break the impending silence in the room. The comforter was nearly kicked off the bed as you and Sam kissed each other roughly. You truly had the full intention of watching a movie together, seeing as how you hadn’t seen him in a week. As soon as you laid down next to him the atmosphere changed; the second the television turned on his hands were cupping your face, slamming his lips on yours.

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Tainted Love (part 2)

Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.

Pairing: Lance x Reader

Warnings: swearin’

A/N: I’m so glad you guys like Tainted Love so far! Here ya go :) As always, I’ll fix any mistakes in the morning.


After watching Maggie’s routine, Lance claps his hands and turns to the blonde. “Hope. Office. Now.”

With a frustrated sigh, she follows him to the office and shuts the door behind her, waiting for him to rant on about how Maggie can do so much better. But, he didn’t.

“Well, she’s as good as gold. You’re not shit after all Hope.” Lance smiled at her. “Oh wait - you are.”

Hope rolled her eyes. “Shut your whore mouth.” she snapped. “And why did you bring me in here if you were going to tell me that? I thought you were gonna chew my head off or something.”

“I brought you in here because of her.” he nods his head over to you. “Who is she?”

Hope glances back at you, watching as you high five Maggie for doing a good job before starting a conversation with Ben.

“She’s my best friend.” Hope says, turning back to Lance. “Why?”

He shrugs, hoping to play it cool. “Nothin’ I just wanted to know who she was. She seems nice.”

“She is, but she can be a bitch if she needs to be.” Hope tells him and his eyes are now focused on you.

The way you smile, the way you tuck away your hair behind your ear, all make you seem so perfect. It was insane for Lance to be thinking like this because, well, Lance never thought about anyone like that. He had this foreign feeling inside him and he’d never admit it out loud but he kind of liked it.

“Give me her number.” he turns to Hope with a serious look in his eyes.

Hope’s face contorts. “What the fuck, no.”

“Why?”

“Because she’s my best friend and I won’t let her be another notch on your belt, asshat.” she snapped. “She’s too nice of a person to deserve what you’ll do to her.”

“Oh, and what exactly will I do to her?” Lance folds his arms across his chest as he glared at the blonde in front of him.

“You’ll lead her on to believe you actually like her, fuck her, then throw her aside and move on to your next victim. You won’t care about her feelings because all you can care about is yourself. It may not look like it, but she’s a sensitive girl, Lance. And I won’t let you fuck her up.”

Lance watches Hope exit the office and walk towards you and Ben. With a sigh, he gathers his things and exits the office as well.

“Well she’s clear.” he spoke, joining the small group. “I expect great things from you, Maggie.”

The happy brunette smiles and nods before Lance looks at you. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

“Nice meeting you too, Lance.”

He held eye contact with you for a bit and Hope didn’t like it. So, she shoved him. “Leave already, dick breath.”

Lance smirked at her. “Oh, you would know all about what dick breath smells like, wouldn’t you?”

“Fuck you.”

“You already did.” Lance chuckled at Hope’s annoyed expression.

With all that being said, he leaves the gym, flustered and with you on his mind. So consumed in his thoughts, he accidentally hits his head while getting into his car.

“Ah, shit.” he groaned, holding a hand to his head, completely unaware that just behind those gym doors, you stood holding your head as well.


3 days. It’s been 3 days and Lance cannot get you out of his head. 3 days and not once have you left his mind. He had to get in contact with you somehow. It was driving him insane.

But how? Hope wouldn’t give him your number. Ben probably had your number as well but being for the fact that Lance had fucked his girlfriend, he doubted that he’d give him it.

With an exasperated sigh, he throws himself down on his couch. He didn’t know anything about you, but he wanted to. When he saw you, it was different from when he’d see other girls but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Why did you have this effect on him?

Getting up from the couch, he decided to ease his mind of you and go out to the bar. Getting shitfaced sounded amazing, he could really use a drink.

Over on your end, Hope dragged you out to the bar. Karaoke night. Every karaoke night the two of you would get completely shitfaced and sing A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton because it was in your favorite movie, White Chicks.

While on stage, singing your heart out with Hope by your side, you hadn’t noticed Lance walk through the bar door. At the sight of you, he smiled. Mostly because he got to see you again and you were making a complete fool out of yourself.

Lance took a seat at the bar, ordering a drink as he watched you and Hope finish up the song, followed by loud applauses and hoots and howls. While you were walking off the stage, you had accidentally hit your knee on the speaker box, resulting in both you and Lance to tend to your knees.

Lance’s eyebrows knit together as he rubbed the spot on his knee before looking back at you. Coincidence, right?

Right?

Lance never cared about the whole soulmate thing which was why every time his soulmate tried contacting him, he’d either ignore her or tell her to leave him alone. Besides, if he ever met his soulmate, she’d probably want him to settle down with her and that just wasn’t Lance’s style. He didn’t want to be on a leash. He wanted to be free.

Gulping down his drink, he decides to join you at your table with Hope and Ben.

“Hi friends.” he smiled, gathering the attention he wanted from the 3 of you.

“Stalking me? Pfft, that’s low, Tucker. Even for you.”  Hope scoffed, rolling her eyes.

She was way out of it. And by the looks of it, so were you.

“In your dreams, Hope.” Lance responded, adverting his eyes to Ben. “This doesn’t look like your type of scene. What are you doing here?”

“I come to keep an eye out for Hope and Y/N to make sure they don’t do anything too stupid. I also take them home. Well, I take Y/N home, Hope lives with me so-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I didn’t ask for your life story buddy.” Lance cut him off. “Tell you what, I’ll take Y/N off your hands.”

“What?”

Lance rolls his eyes. “I’ll take Y/N home so you have one less person to take care of.”

At this, Hope perks up. “No. There’s no way in hell I’d ever let you take my bitch home.”

Main bitch.” you correct, causing Lance to chuckle.

Hope glares at Lance. “I know what you’re capable of and I will not let you take advantage of-”

“Slow your roll,” he spoke up. “Now I know I’m a pig but I wouldn’t go as far as to having my way with a woman when she’s completely shitfaced. I thought you knew me better than that, Hope.”

Lance dramatically pouted and Hope groaned.

“We were having a nice time until you showed up.” she huffed.

“Hardly.”

“It’s cool if he takes me home, Hope. You know I can defend myself, sober or not.” you insert yourself into the conversation that seemed to be all about you.

“Yeah, she can defend herself, sober or not.” Lance grinned, smacking on his mint gum, knowing how irritated Hope got when he did that.

Hope placed her head in her hands. “Ugh, fucking cut it out before I murder you.”

“Cut what out?” he asked, continuing his actions.

“I’m gonna-” Hope lunges for him but was pulled back by Ben. She struggled to get free from him so that she could fuck Lance up but it was no use.

“I’m ready to go home now.” you announce, deciding to get out of there before Hope literally killed Lance on the spot.

“Good choice, let’s go.”

You gather your stuff and give Ben a hug. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Hopi.”

She threw threats towards Lance as the two of you made your way outside and into his car. And then it hit you. You were in a strangers car. You would never ever do something like this but for some reason, you trusted Lance fully despite only meeting him once. You got a weird feeling when you were with him. Like you two have known each other for years. It was comforting yet weird.

Upon arriving at your house, Lance brought you to your bed and tucked you in, making sure you were comfortable.

“You good? You need anything else?” he asked.

You hummed in response, turning on your side and curling up in a ball. You had muttered out a thank you before soft snores escaped your lips. You were out. Lance let out an exhausted sigh and left your room. He’d usually leave a girls house as soon as possible but he wanted to make sure you were alright in the morning. So, tired as hell, he fell asleep on your couch.


You woke up groaning. The hangover you were experiencing was probably way worse than any of your other ones, and you’ve had many hangovers.Kicking your sheets off your body, you drag yourself into the kitchen, being met with a tired looking Lance.

“Woah, what are you doing here?” you question. “Wait.. We didn’t..”

“No, god no I would never take advantage of you like that.” he groaned. “I took you home last night and it was pretty late and I was tired as hell so I slept on your couch. I meant to leave before you woke up but I guess I slept in.”

You noticed he was massaging his temples, like he had headache and decided to ask him about it. “Do you have a headache?”

“What? Oh, I guess. I just woke up and my head was pounding. I tried looking for some painkillers but..” he trailed off.

“They’re over here.” you say, opening a drawer and pulling out a bottle of painkillers.

“Thank god.” he breathed, walking towards you with his hand out.

You give him two and get two out for yourself as well before putting them away. “Yeah, I needed some too. These hangovers are unbearable.”

At this, Lance looks up at you. His head was hurting, as if he had a hangover. But he only had one drink at the bar and he surely wasn’t a lightweight so he couldn’t possibly gave himself a hangover. Were you his.. Soulmate? No. You couldn’t be. There’s no way!

But was it really that impossible? There’s only one way to find out.

Lance bites his lip and takes a deep breath before pinching his side very hard. You let out a yelp, nearly dropping your glass of water as your hand went flying to your side. The same exact side Lance had pinched.

Coincidence. This had to be a coincidence. Lance tried again, this time pinching his upper arm and you reacted, hissing at the pain and rubbing the spot. He couldn’t believe it. Now it made sense why he felt the way he did when he saw you. You were his soulmate.

Holy shit. You were his soulmate. That means-

“Ah, shit.” you make eye contact with Lance. “My soulmate keeps pinching himself. That or he’s being pinched by someone. Either way it hurts.”

All Lance could do was nod, still not believing what he had just found out.

“Speaking of soulmates,” you continued. “I hate to intrude but have you found yours? I haven’t found mine yet which sucks because everyone around me already knows who their soulmate is.”

Lance gulps. “um.. Yeah.. Yeah I’ve found mine already.”

“Really? Who?” you couldn’t help but ask.

Lance didn’t want to say anything just yet but his mouth moved faster than his brain did. “You.”

His words hit you hard and your head began to spin. “W-What? There’s no way.”

You didn’t want to believe it. Lance Tucker was your soulmate? Pfft, no way!

“I’m telling the truth.” he says. “Think about it, you have a hangover and suddenly my head hurts too.”

“Coincidence?” you wanted to force yourself to believe that.

“Look.” he say, pulling up the sleeve of his jacket. “I apologize in advance.” Lance squeezes his eyes shut as he pinches the skin of his arm harshly, causing you to feel it as well.

“Ow! Stop it!” you shout, holding your as just as he stops.

“Do you believe me now?” he breathed, rubbing the spot on his arm that he had just pinched.

“I-I can’t.. No.. I-” you stumble over your words before making a beeline for your room, shutting and locking the door. You pick up your phone and frantically scroll until you find Hope’s number, calling immediately. She answers on the fifth ring.

“What the fuck Y/N? Why are you calling so damn-”

“Shut the fuck up and listen Hope.” you cut her off.

“Okay, I’m listening. But I don’t know what could be more important than-”

“Lance Tucker is my fucking soulmate.”

Hope went silent.


A/N: This wasn’t as eventful as I hoped it’d be but here ya are :) tell me what ya think!

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Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. 

Here’s some kinky ass smut for all you fellow sinners. This time, it’s Mr. Miranda teacher smut! Whoo-hoo.

“Shit shit shit shit SHIT!” You screamed mentally, speed walking through the hall to physics, grabbing your binder out of your bag in preparation for Mr. Miranda’s class.
Having most of your credits completed, you found yourself coming into school only in the afternoons, no one telling you when the schedule was changed and the start time for your two classes was thrown off.
Taking in a deep breath, you managed to turn the handle to the door as quietly as possible, slipping in, right in front of Mr. Miranda- Fuck.
“Glad you’re finally joining us, Ms. Y/L/N.” He smiled sarcastically, murmuring to you just loud enough for the class to hear, hazel eyes never drifting from your fresh excuse from the office as he signed, continuing with his spiel. “The class is in the middle of a test, and since there’s only 12 minutes left in the period, I suggest you come back during the activity period and make it up.”
His eyes met yours, seemingly entertained and thriving from your embarrassment.
“Sure. Can you write me a pass?” You sighed, handing over your school assigned agenda, not bothering to even fake a smile to the hard-ass before you.
He obliged, tongue sticking out slightly as he wrote, those dark brows of his furrowing together.
The next few minutes flew by, your heartbeat slowing and ears cooling as the effects of anger and embarrassment went away.
This was the fourth time that prick had harassed you for being late. If he wasn’t such a total jerk, he might actually be attractive- or so you thought.
Mr. Miranda was a hard-ass in all aspects of teaching, from late policies to homework policies, to how focused he could force the class to be. Always dressed in classic neutrals, often opting for black slacks that fit snugly around his waist with matching shoes, a button down, vest, and some sort of simply-patterned tie- it was as if he created his own uniform.
By sitting in the front row, you were easily able to pluck out all of his features within a week- the long disheveled black hair, perfect, dark angular brows, glimmering brown eyes, dark lips, and a nearly razor sharp jawline when his head tilted a certain way- all fitted into tight slacks… God, why did he have to hate you so much?
Excusing yourself from your activity period, you turned into the dreaded classroom, heart thumping silently as your eyes found themselves on Mr. Miranda.
“Ah, Miss y/l/n, so good to see you!” He grinned, drawing a sharp breath in through his teeth and clasping his hands tight, looking around the mess of papers for your test. He quickly found the desired page and handed it over.
“If you could go take a seat in the back lab, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about before you start.” He added, gesturing at the extra room.
You felt death crawl upon you, dread manifesting itself in your very core and spreading out to your fingertips, a million possibilities flying through your mind in a whirlwind as Mr. Miranda shut the door to the classroom and then the door to the lab, following you in.
You dropped your bag at the edge of one of the tables, taking a seat on a stool, palms sweaty as you set the test in front of you, worried eyes looking to the man looming beside you.
He leaned, hip against the table, a couple feet from you, his arms crossed sturdily like a fortress before him.
“Y/n, are you having difficulties somewhere?” He asked, his tone quite serious as he focused upon you, his bottom lip sucked into his mouth as he raked his teeth over the skin.
“N- No, sir, nothing at all.” You replied, caught a bit off-guard by the question.
“Y/n… Think long and hard about this-” his voice dropped low and his frame hunched over in order to bring his face to your level, “Absolutely nothing has been distracting you during class? Nothing at all?”
His eyes were completely locked with yours, your peripheral vision blurring out as you focused on him and only him, breath hitching in your throat.
“I’m sure. No distractions at all. I’m fine, really.” You bluffed, a breath of nervous laughter escaping.
“Y/n.” He grinned, face now so close to yours that you could feel the hot breath on your skin, your body trembling, ready to go limp at any moment if he so much as touched you. “Every time I look at you, I find your eyes already on me, even when I’m not instructing… always.” He murmured softly, “For the love of all that is holy… Y/n, just say it.” He chuckled lightly, hazel eyes softening as they met yours- something stirring behind the warm color- some sort of wild fear or desperation.
“Say what?” You retorted, completely unsure of his implications.
“Say that… Y'know… You have a crush on me. Find me attractive.” He whispered, a hand reaching to cup your jaw, a thumb rubbing ever-so-slightly over your soft skin.
Seeing him there before you, he was completely cracking and exposing your inner desires- the things your dreamt about, dwelling in your subconscious until now. The depraved thoughts swirled around your mind as you found yourself lurching forward, your plush lips crashing to his with a level of desperation that you never expected.
Feeling the teacher’s fingers glide to the back of your neck as you kissed, the taste of coffee lingering on his lips- something set off an internal alarm. You pulled away as quickly as you leaned in, a crashing wave.
“Mr. Miranda, I-I… I can’t. I can’t do this, I’m sorry.” You stuttered, heaving in a few breaths, attempting to shake off the gravity of what you’d done.
“Y/n… Are you sure? …You know the hard-ass thing is just for show, right? I swear.” He whispered softly, a hand petting your hair, brushing strays out of your face. “Y/n, I know this is wrong, but you’re… A-Amazing. You’re intelligent and gorgeous and incredibly witty and I just… I want to be with you.” He admitted shakily, his eyes venturing to meet yours, anxiously awaiting your reply.
In your mind, you weighed the consequences, choosing whether or not to pursue your explicit daydreams or simply take your test in peace- possibly making things more complicated. Opting for the former, you pressed your lips to his once more, rising slowly off the stool, arms circling around his neck as you felt him reach to loosen his tie. After all, how much damage could you do in 40 minutes?
You felt the charcoal tie fall at your feet, quickly realizing that the next set of motions were those of Mr. Miranda undoing the buttons on his vest, slipping the garment off.
You stepped back, hands gliding down to his chest to unbutton the white dress shirt, leaving his chest exposed. He easily slipped the garment off, throwing it on the next table over.
Your eyes wandered to his shoulders, the surprisingly strong upper arms… the new skin exposed to you for the first time, finding him to have lean muscles, looking more attractive than ever.
“Sweetheart?” He breathed, tilting your chin so you would look up at him.
“Yes, sir?”
“If you strip and sit up on the table for me, I’ll be more than happy to make up for the hell I’ve given you this semester.” He murmured in your ear, bringing goosebumps to your skin as you nodded eagerly, kicking off your shoes and tugging your shirt off simultaneously, hands flying to the clasp of your bra while toeing off your socks, the undergarments dropping to the floor while the older man undid your jeans, slipping them from your hips before you could help, pushing the denim down your legs and propping yourself up on the table.
Wrapping his arms around your waist, he dragged you to the edge of the table, his chest pressing against yours, your lips moving slowly together as your back arched, bringing you as close as possible as he tilted you down on the table.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, those hazel eyes looking at you with some real emotion, much to your surprise.
“And you’re very handsome.” You giggled, humming as he kissed down your chest, hands at your breasts, feeling them tenderly before gliding his hands down your sides, fingers hooking into your undies, dragging them down your long legs, which were dangling over the table.
“Wanna lay down for this?” He breathed into your lips, fingertips caressing your sides you leaned in again, wanting so much to kiss him, to be with him like this- feel nothing but the smooth sensation of his kiss, to feel his taste on your tongue.
Pulling away for air, you felt his lips move on your skin. Kisses travelled down your body, thighs quivering as his breath met your core, your legs parting further, his palms pushing your thighs farther apart as he pressed a kiss to your clit, tongue wiggling as he licked it over.
“Y/n, baby… You taste so good… So perfect…” He murmured, continuing to work at your sensitive core.
Tossing your head back, you felt your back arch, a soft moan escaping your lips. You drew in a shaky breath as he continued to kitten-lick at your clit, two fingers slipping their way inside of you-curling so perfectly and picking out a distinct rhythm. A soft whimper left between your slightly-parted lips as your breath picked up.
“Oh, s-shit, Mr. Miranda-” you cut yourself off with a moan as you felt another finger slip in, the man moving his face away as his fingers pumped faster, curling up into you as you squeezed your eyes shut, legs quivering.
“Sweetheart, y/n, look at me, look at me.” He cooed, your eyes fluttering into a half open haze as he worked his fingers as fast he could, “It’s Lin, babe. Wanna try that?” He whispered, the most devilish smirk on his face as you moaned his name, so close to your release.
Suddenly, you felt the absence of his fingers, watching him as he brought them to his lips, licking a long stripe up each one, sucking on each individual digit, tongue swirling. “Fucking wonderful.” He breathed, the sight before you nearly pushing you over the edge.

“Lin…” You breathed, feeling your exposed body quiver, watching his fingers slip away from his mouth, something about the scene being wonderfully intimate despite the circumstances.
“Yes?” He purred, those glimmering hazel eyes never straying from your face.
“You… You have a condom, right?” You asked nervously, sitting up slowly, somewhat shocked by your own words- in disbelief they really just escaped.
Lin seemed taken aback for a minute, his eyes losing the firey glow. “Y/n… Can you stand up for a minute, please?”
You obliged, hands nervously clasped in front of your skin, gaze meeting directly with his shiny black shoes.
“Um, could you look at me, please?” He breathed, sounding a bit shaky as he lifted his fingers to your jaw, helping tilt your head to look into his eyes.
“Y/n, I don’t want to pressure you into anything, really… Are you sure that’s what you want?” He questioned softly.
In reply, you pressed your lips to his for an instant, pulling back and nodding profusely.
“I want this more than anything.” You whispered, daring to smile a bit as he pulled you in once more, bare chests pressed together in the tender kiss, his lips moving slowly, caressing yours and bringing butterflies to your stomach.
“I’ll stop anytime you say, seriously.” He mumbled into your lips, fingers fumbling with his belt before he let the slacks drop, kicking them away along with his shoes and socks.
You let out a soft gasp, seeing the bulge in the man’s black briefs. Looking him over once before being pulled back into another kiss, you found this one more passionate than the last. Your fingers dared to caress the outline of his erection, palming him through the material as he moaned into your mouth- vibrations radiating throughout your body.
Soon enough, you let your hands venture to his waistband, slipping fingers beneath them and slipping the fabric off, still in a heavy kiss.
When you stepped away, you could see his erection fully, nearly slapping his stomach in anticipation, precum dripping from the tip in preparation.
“Can I… Um, taste?” You asked breathlessly, blushing softly as he nodded, watching you drop to your knees before him.
Wrapping your hand around his cock, you gave a few slow pumps, breath teasing his tip before you kitten-licked at the head, lapping up the salty precum, swallowing every last drop before taking him into your mouth.
One hand still working slowly, you slipped the sensitive head into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and pulling your lips taut as you sucked, feeling his strong fingers grip at your hair- his breath becoming heavy. Pulling back, you gave a final lick before smiling up at the man innocently.
“You taste amazing, sir.” You breathed, rising once more and balancing on your toes to reach up and press your lips to his once more, the kiss heated and exciting as his fingers looped in your now-somewhat-tangled hair once more, pulling your head back.
“Aw, sugar, you looked so hot sucking me off.” He moaned, teasing his bottom lip between his teeth. “Are you ready for this?”
Nodding yes, you leaned against the table, worrying your bottom lip as your watched Lin grab the small package from his pants pocket, ripping open the packaging and rolling on the protection- standing in front of you, fingers running softly over the skin on your sides, his breath warm as he grinned at you, seeing the small smile on your face.
“And you’re sure about this?” He asked once more, his face only inches from yours.
Running your fingers through the messy black hair you smiled, humming out a ‘positive’ and giving a small kiss to the tip of his nose- something that required the effort of standing on your tippy-toes, eliciting a sound akin to a giggle from the older man.
You made your way to sit on the table again, Lin’s grip preventing you from doing so, keeping you pressed against him in a wonderful kiss, his tongue perfectly teasing yours, your shared taste quickly becoming your new favorite flavor.
“I’d like to try something, if you don’t mind.” He panted, breaking the intense embrace you were in.
You watched as he sat on the table, inviting you up as you hovered above his lap, his arms around you tight as he left a trail of soft kisses all around your neck and collarbones, causing your heart to flutter softly.
“Are you ready?” He smirked, something so reassuring hiding behind the streaks of his eyes.
Nodding, you could feel him align himself with your slit, your hips dropping in order to help him along, letting out a strangled moan as you sank, feeling him fill you up completely, his arms still wrapped around you tight. You felt his hot breath on your skin, kisses planted on your chest.
Your head crashed to his shoulder while you adjusted, breathing deeply while you took him all in, moving and pressing a soft kiss to his jaw before sitting back upright.
Moving slowly, you rolled your hips up and down, feeling exactly how sensitive your insides were as you bounced, letting out a small whimper every now and then, feeling his nails dig into your back.
“Oh… Shit!” You squealed, feeling his hips snap up in time with your rolls, your eyes squeezing shut tightly.
Drawing your knees flush against his thighs, you moaned softly, gaining greater control over your movements, able to work faster, hips forming a steady rhythm. Your name escaped Lin’s lips in breathy moans, sending chills up your spine as he gripped at your hips, helping push you down onto his length.
“Damn, y/n, you feel so fucking good-” he panted, his pace increasing as his hips bounced up, throwing off your rhythm and bringing you a strange sense of pleasure, the sounds of your activity and your combined moans filled the room, like some sort of explicit symphony.
“Oh, shit, shit, shit, Mr. Lin- I can’t- I’m gonna cum.” You squealed, hips moving rapidly of their own accord as your eyes squeezed shut, head flying back as you groaned.
“Cum for me, Baby, I wanna feel you let go.” Lin groaned, leaning his head down to tease your breast with his teeth.
You felt yourself letting out a breathy moan in the form of your lover’s name as you came, nails raking the skin on his shoulders and upper arms.
He continued to rock up into you, your moans stifled as you sank your head into the crook of his neck, squealing softly as you felt your walls clench around his cock, his thrusts now working at your ultra-sensitive walls.
“Oh, fuck, Lin, you feel so good.” You panted, pressing kisses to the sweat-slicked skin on his neck.
Within an instant his hips had picked up pace, losing all rhythm as his nails dug into your hips, forcing you down- surely leaving marks as he finished, spilling into the condom, slowly rocking his hips up to ride out his high.
His arms slipped around your supple waist, your face still buried in his shoulder as he leaned back, falling into the cool surface of the lab table, eyes closed in pure bliss as he regained his composure, arms still wrapped about you as your chests pressed together, hot and somewhat sticky from sweat.
You slipped away from him, rolling over and collapsing at his side, feeling the cool air hit your skin as you sighed. Feeling Lin’s hand brush against yours at your side, you slipped your palm into his easily, twining your fingers together.
Feeling a smile creep across your face, you tilted your head to find a matching expression on your teacher.
“That was amazing.” You whispered, running your thumb along the skin of his hand, truly feeling the intimacy of the moment.
“You’re amazing.” He grinned, giving a tiny squeeze to your hand before tilting forward to give you a sweet kiss.
Soon enough the two of you had to get around, slipping off the table and putting yourselves back together, going so far as to knot Lin’s tie for him.
“Don’t worry about the test.” He smiled softly as your fingers moved to the charcoal fabric, looping it around his neck.
“No, it’s alright, I’ll take it.” You chuckled softly, smiling up into his beautiful brown eyes, feeling his fingers untangle and smooth your hair.
“Y/n…” He breathed, bringing you to attention as your eyes met his, “I really meant it… You’re amazing- and absolutely wonderful, and completely beautiful and just- I really like you.”
Feeling yourself blush, a small smile tugged at your lips, moving a hand to his shoulder.
“I find myself quite enamored with you, too, Lin.” You whispered, the two of you sharing one last tender kiss before the bell rang.

Lost Track of Time pt. 2

|| Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff (just a pinch of fluff)

Summary: You were angry, he had no more patience and when you left, he was broken. He wanted nothing more than to mend the cracks that had split his heart in two.

Word Count: 1680

Warning: curse words…that’s it

Originally posted by kookiesforjimin

Jungkook sat on the floor clutching onto the platinum watch for what seemed like eons. He sat there on the cold, hard floorboards throughout the entire night going through the argument you two had in his head. He mentally beat himself up every single time the image of your tear stained face popped into his mind. 

Night turned into day, and Jungkook still sat there on the ground. He felt like he just lost his entire world. You, his everything, left and it was all his fault. Never in the span of your two-year relationship, did an argument ever escalate to the point of you leaving. You disappearing and the absence of your belongings gave Jungkook a giant wake up call. He never realized just how easily you could fall from his grasp until you had slipped away.

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Heart lattes

Originally posted by hohbi

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook / Reader.

Genre: Coffee shop AU, fluff

Summary: You had never liked coffee and, really, you were too busy to take on another job. However when you spot local heart throb, Jungkook, working at a cafe, you may or may not be convinced to take that extra leap.

Word count: 2828

Note: This is just fluff. Pure utter fluff from my lonely, deprived single mind. This is for my hoe @1lalisaa because I know how much you love the Junglecock, and hey bitches help each other out ;))) Plus I felt like some fluff after the fuck tonne of angst I’ve been writing.


You were crazy. Completely and utterly mad. That was the only conclusion you could come as you stood behind the counter of your local cafe, glowering furiously at the coffee machine that flashed and shrieked angrily at you. Cursing under your breath, you flipped the machine onto it’s side, jamming your fingers into every button in the hopes that it would finally shut the fuck up. Sadly however, the machine not only didn’t switch off, it screamed louder when you, as you assumed, cranked the heat up. Yes, you were mad to be here; you didn’t even like coffee, so at that moment, it was a complete mystery as to why you were standing there. Your answer came in the form of two arms slipping past your waist you yank the plug out of it’s socket, cutting the shrill cry off,  and a breathy chuckle that made the hair on your neck stand to attention.

Tilting your head back, you gazed sheepishly at the boy behind you. Oh yeah, this is why you worked here. Jeon fucking Jungkook.

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anonymous asked:

UT/US/UF/SF skeles waking up next their s/o for the first time?(non-sexual of course)

This kind of turned into general “sharing a bed” headcanons” as well.

UT!Sans: Real talk, he will not be waking up before you, this time or any other. A warm body in his bed is the perfect cure for his insomnia and he hasn’t had that benefit since Papyrus stopped having nightmares about the human under his bed. And unless last night went well(if you know what I mean) he probably won’t be cuddled up to you. He’ll keep a hand on you in some regard (usually in your hair), but he overheats pretty easily at night so he’ll likely stay on his own half of the bed.

The first time he blinks for a few seconds, not really sure why you’re there, but when it finally clicks into place a slow lazy grin spreads across his face, more genuine than usual. “mornin’” He sits up, stretching a bit as his bones pop back into place. He massages his neck and looks over at you. “was gonna ask you if you were warm enough last night, but…” he grins, looking at the pile of blankets you pulled onto the bed. “think you’ve got it covered.” You smack his arm to hide the small laugh bubbling up and he chuckles, standing up. “hungry? paps probably left us something for breakfast.”

You nod, getting up and moving to go outside. Just before you step out, though, he wraps an arm around your waist and presses his teeth to your temple. “that was nice. we should do that more.”

UT!Papyrus: He’s an early riser. Always. It only gets worse on the Surface. The second sunlight streams through his blinds he is wide awake and ready to start the day. He doesn’t really have the patience to wait around for you to wake up, either. He gets fidgety. 

The first time he tries to stick it out but after around half an hour he’s bored out of his mind. He thinks it’ll be rude to wake you up, though, so in the end he just goes downstairs and starts fixing breakfast, throwing some extra blankets on top of you to make up for his absence. Eventually he might even get a life-size plushie of him that he can leave for you to cuddle. Coming down to it, why doesn’t he have that already?

When you wake up he greets you with a wide smile and a hug. “GREETINGS DATEMATE! I WATCHED YOU WHILE YOU SLEPT, YOU LOOKED VERY ADORABLE!” 

In the future he likes to leave notes by the bed if he has to go work before you get up.

US!Sans: Like Tale Papyrus he’s an early riser but he doesn’t really have those hang-ups about waking you up (at least the first time). He gets really excited to say good morning to you so he’ll start nudging…..okay, shaking you until you’re up at whatever ungodly hour his little hyperactive body perked up at.

And he knows you’re pissed at him, but he also know you cannot resist him when he’s being adorable. why stop exploiting that now?

“GOOD MORNING!” He says, eyes bright and smile wide. “SORRY FOR WAKING YOU, BUT I COULDN’T WAIT ANY LONGER!” He starts peppering your cheeks with skelekisses until you stop being annoyed. Then, just as you’re starting to respond in kind, he bounds out of bed. “I’LL GO MAKE BREAKFAST!”

Leave em wanting more.

In general he’s pretty cuddly in his sleep but if snoring bothers you I’d stock up on earplugs. He snores LOUD. He also likes to wake you up before he has to go so he can be sure he’s always the first voice you hear, but he’ll usually let you go back to sleep afterwards.

US!Papyrus: I beg of you, ensure that you did not drink too many fluids before bed. At first, you think its going to be nice. Your first night just sharing a bed with your boyfriend. He has an arm around you, holding your back against his rib cage and pressing his teeth into your hair, and its warm and nice and you feel so safe and loved. 

But for as wonderful and cuddly as your boyfriend is, he sleeps like a ROCK. You will not be able to get out of his grip for anything, and you would have to be screaming at the top of your lungs to wake him up once he enters REM. For the sake of your bladder and the sheets, don’t drink anything before climbing into bed. 

When he finally wakes up he’s confused for like a solid five minutes why there’s another person in his bed. Once all his brain functions get together, he cuddles closer and buries his face in the back of your neck. “morning, honey. mind not moving for another 5 hours or so? thanks”

UF!Sans: In general he’s with Tale Sans (and to a certain extent Swap Papyrus) in the camp of will never be up before you. But the first time is an exception. 

He is fucking clingy  in his sleep. Like with a certain level of determination you can break out but his body will be curled around you as much as humanly possible once he loses consciousness (and oftentimes before). But he’s not really used to having someone else in his bed, so once he starts rising out of deep sleep a bit his body senses the other presence and he wakes up with a start.

It takes him a couple of minutes to calm himself down and he wraps his arms back around you. He’s not a sappy type of guy, but there’s something vaguely emotional about this for him. Sleep was kind of its own social thing in Underfell. If you let yourself fall asleep in front of someone, it was the ultimate sign of trust, like letting them press a knife to your throat. It said that you trusted them enough not to dust, harm, or sell you out while you were vulnerable. Underground, he only had Papyrus (and later Frisk) who he had that level of trust with. He knows its not as big a deal to you, but….its a responsibility he takes very seriously. 

He’s usually a bit of a grump in the morning and does not wake up well without coffee (although if you bring him a cup in bed he may promptly make out with you). Be sure to ask him how he slept. He’s a chronic insomniac and likely won’t tell you when its acting up, but if you ask him directly, he’s a terrible liar in the morning. 

UF!Papyrus: No beating around the bush, this boy is uncomfortable to sleep with. Even for a skeleton he’s unusually pointy. He also cannot figure out where to put his hands, has a hard time relaxing, and he only sleeps on average 3-4 hours a night and is not  good at staying quiet. Its to the point where honestly he wouldn’t be that offended if you wanted to have separate beds for nights where you aren’t…doing anything. 

But that first night, despite the hours of awkward and suffering and is it too warm in here are you too warm shit my cheekbones are hurting them…..he’s up early as always, and yet can’t pull himself away. Its in this small moment, when the entire world seems dead….he feels as free as he’s ever been to just stare at you, to drink you in and not have to worry about how much emotion his face is betraying. He finally relents and wraps his arms around you, cuddling into your hair and sighing contentedly. Once he feels you starting to stir he settles both of you into a more appropriately distant but affectionate position and waits for you to wake up.

If he’s in a good mood he likes to bring you breakfast in bed. Also he generally doesn’t let you sleep late. If he’s up he prefers for you to be up shortly after, but you can eventually get him to compromise. 

SF!Sans: Chronic toss and turner. You will accidentally be kicked out of bed soooo many times, especially early on. Also he steals blankets. In fact, maybe you should just have separate blankets. Even in his sleep he is a tenacious little fighter.

Oddly enough he’s one of the most affectionate early in the morning. In general he’s with Boss on the “no PDA unless I say so” spectrum but in the early morning he rivals Tale Papyrus. He gets especially poetic the first time you too spend the night together. 

‘GOOD, YOU’RE AWAKE.” he kisses your forehead. “I WAS WONDERING WHEN I’D BE TREATED TO THOSE STARS IN YOUR EYES AGAIN.”

Tell anyone about this and he’ll immediately deny it. And they won’t believe you anyways. Still, its in the mornings when its easiest to trace the resemblances to Blueberry.

SF!Papyrus: He prefers to sleep on top of his partner. Part protective gesture part ensured pillow. He’s a fairly light sleeper but very quiet when he wakes up so you’ll likely never know.

The first time he stares at your face for a while, tracing your features. Syrup is drawn by any displays of vulnerability. They’re exceedingly rare Underground. He likes seeing your face when you’re off-guard entirely. After that he nuzzles back into your chest and falls back asleep.

He doesn’t like to get out of bed too fast in the morning. In there its warm and safe. Out there its stressful and uncertain. Easy decision. He may even fake sleep and refuse to move off of you. 

Dating Minghao would include:

Originally posted by minghaeo

Xu Minghao

-what a baby

-but he’s your baby

-loves to do totally age-inappropriate things with you (like sneak out of the Pledis dorm at 3 am just to meet you at a local playground and run around with you until dawn)

-((what no that never happened))

-teaching you Chinese

-then getting pissed off when you can’t form a coherent sentence

-“AISH Y/N JUST SAY ‘狗过马路’ IT’S NOT THAT HARD”

-“WHAT DO THOSE SQUIGGLES EVEN MEAN”

-lets you pick all of his hair colors 

-for some reason he just loves to listen to your reason behind picking the color

-“I just really like the red because you’re starting to mature and take on a more serious role in the group and… why are you looking at me like that”

-and he’s just sitting across the table like

- :^))))

-attack back hugs

-he loves to snuggle up to you at any given moment because you’re his walking pillow

-therefore, he’s VERY big on skinship

-you don’t know why, but he always thought you were out of his league

-so he likes to make sure everyone sees his arm around you or his hand in yours

-dance parties in your living room at all hours of the day

-sometimes you start a competition, but then he pulls out those fricky fricky fresh b-boy moves (because Minghao is an over-competitive lil shit)

-and you’re just like

-“ok cool bye”

-and he goes running after you and tackles you to the with one of those back hugs and attacks you with lil kisses

-“jagiiiiiii I’m sorry I loooove youuuuu”

-“oKAY YOU’RE FORGIVEN”

-and you two just lay there giggling in each other’s arms until

-“…..I did technically win though didn’t I”

-“bye”

-surprisingly rough with kisses????

-idk why

-like they’re never just chill lil pecks on the lips

-it’s always i n t e n s e

-like push-you-up-against-the-nearest-wall intense

-even when it’s a simple goodbye right before he leaves for practice

-he’ll grab you and swing you around all of a sudden and just crash his lips into yours

-“okay bye love you”

-“um uhhhh o-okay yeah right back at ya hahaha”

-and after the door shuts you’re just like

-“frick he’s good at that”

-DRAGGING JUNHUI ALL THE TIME

-even right in front of him

-“Hey guys do you like this shirt I-”

-“WOW JUNHUI FASHION PRINCE OVER HERE HAS GRACED US WITH HIS PRESENCE”

-“NOT ONLY THAT, BUT HE ASKED US WHAT WE LOWLY PEASANTS THOUGHT ABOUT HIS OUTFIT TODAY Y/N WE ARE TRULY BLESSED”

-“I hate you both”

-taking you out is his number one favorite thing to do

-like he prepares weeks in advance

-he even buys you new dresses to wear so that “we can match, jagi!!”

-you must admit, he picks them well

-you guys are always the hottest couple in the place, doesn’t matter if you’re at the fanciest place in town or a KFC

-but he would NEVER allow a date in KFC

-no no only the finest for his woman

-he especially loves taking you to high dollar Chinese restaurants so you can “stop pretending Panda Express is Chinese food”

-the kind of man to hold your hand across the table and dab your mouth with a napkin while he looks at you all sweetly

-but then y'all get home and it’s

-DADDY HAO TIME

-jk but for real, nights spent with him are incredible

-really slow and sweet, just wants to take care of you

-and then you two watch the sun come up through the windows as you lay your head on his chest and listen to his breathing

-and he’s just softly running his fingers through your hair

-and really quietly, he’ll remind you that you’re the light of his life

-and you just look up at him and smile as he caresses your cheek

-so yeah Minghao would be so perfect you could never understand why he chose you

-yet he thinks the same about you

-you just live in awe of each other every day and it’s as close to euphoric as you’ve ever been

Staying Up (Jonathan Byers fluff/smut)

Originally posted by v-writings

Originally posted by coupleaims

Request:  Do you think you can do a Jonathan Byers smut where his S/o is a virgin? I always see ones where he’s a virgin and I want to see him being super gentle and patient ❤️

I HAVE SINNED BYE 

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Find yourself a boy who rubs your legs, even when they’re prickly. Find yourself a boy who plays with you hair, even when there are knots all through it. Find yourself a boy you can binge watch Netflix with, in your underwear, and you haven’t showered since the day before. Date the boy who looks at you at midnight after a McDonald’s run and tells you how beautiful you are and that he can’t fathom why someone as perfect as you would even think about being with someone like him. Date the boy who squeezes your boobs and rubs your butt in the most innocent way possible. 

Date the boy who gives you headaches. The boy who is so damn stubborn it frustrates you sometimes. Date the boy who is damaged because he gave his heart out a little too quickly a few times too many. Date the boy you are terrified to lose, the boy you are terrified to love sometimes. The boy that gives you goosebumps and calms your butterflies all in one moment.

—  Date the boy that makes you so uncomfortably comfortable. 
Late. [Bucky x Reader]

summary: bucky’s late to everything and maybe you’re starting to feel like he has no time for you anyways. (very) loosely based on Cleopatra by The Lumineers and look i strayed vv off point.

warnings: death, funeral. pre war bucky? 1940s bucky? people being late? shitty writing?

a/n: this is literally one of the weirdest things i’ve written and it’s been edited so many times pls tell me if it’s okay


“Y/N where are you going?” The voice didn’t even make you jump, It was always calming, always so soothing to you.

“Home,” you answered stoically, turning your head around after your short answer to leave.

“Do you want me to come with you?” He asked in vain, watching as your jaw clenched tightly.

“No. Just leave me alone.” You didn’t even turn to give you another look, leaving him in the dust again. The dull ache in his heart magnified significantly, the burn of embarrassment and helplessness consuming him whole.

How had it gotten to this point?

“I’m not leaving you alone. Not in this state,” he blurted out, propelling his feet to follow you, “you’re not going to be alone.”

Your head turned to give him a steely look, one which would rip the light from the beautiful night sky, freeze the crystal clear lake. But it didn’t deter him.

“I don’t need you.” It shattered his heart; it really did. But it was something he unfortunately he deserved.

“You don’t have to. But you need someone to talk to, and I’m here,” he smiled painfully, taking your hand.

It was like a blow to him personally when you let go of it not even a few seconds later.

How did it get to this point?

The world suddenly seemed a little darker, a little colder. His smile dropped bitterly, looking down as he pinched his lips together in a straight line.

“I don’t need anybody,” You spoke harshly before walking away faster than before, leaving him to stare after your disappearing silhouette.

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A Hopeless Romantic

brunettenamjoon asked: “namjoon being a closet romantic, until the two of you start dating and then hes all holding doors and kissing your knuckles and being mushy or something please? literally anything with namjoon ;u; bless”

Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, romance 

I hope this is what you wanted!! Thank you for the request! Sorry it’s a bit short <3

–Admin Boo


You didn’t believe Taehyung when he told you that Namjoon was a hopeless romantic. Not when he made fun of romance dramas and made gagging noises at the kissing scenes. And especially not when he insisted that candle-lit dinners were a fire hazard, and fancy restaurants were a scam. He even said that Valentines day was just one more way for corporations to make money off the masses.

There was nothing he had ever done to make you think that there was a romantic bone in his body until your first date. The first time he held the door for you, you thought it was just a fluke. Namjoon was notorious for closing doors in peoples faces–not because he did this on purpose, he was just often distracted and didn’t pay attention–and Taehyung had gotten a split lip as proof of this at one point. 

So you put it down to Namjoon being more aware of his surroundings because he was nervous–which he definitely was, and as well-articulated as he normally was, he tripped over his words a few times. 

But as time whet on, the gestures became more frequent, and more elaborate.

“Namjoon?” You said, your fingers laced with his as you walked side-by-side in the dimly lit park. 

“Yes, my love?” He hummed, bringing your hand up to his mouth and kissing your knuckles lightly. The motion made your heart flutter, and you felt your cheeks begin to flush. You had been dating for nearly a year now, and still got butterflies when he did things like this. 

“I never thought I’d say this, but Taehyung was right.” 

“Impossible.” He chuckled, turning toward you and placing his free hand on your waist to pull you close. He let go of your hand so that his fingers could trace up your side, eventually brushing through your hair and tilting your head up towards him. 

“No, he was. Completely right. But don’t tell him I said it.” 

Namjoon smiled, leaning down and brushing your noses together. “What was he right about?” He asked, his lips barely brushing over you cheek as he spoke. 

“That you’re a hopeless romantic.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replied, giving you a shrug before taking both of your hands in his. 

“Sure. Why don’t you admit it?” You teased, and Namjoon grinned. 

“There’s nothing to admit. Now I have a question for you. Why are you so perfect?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re changing the subject. It’s because you want to keep the whole bad-boy image, isn’t it?” 

“I have a feeling you’re going to start psycho-analyzing me in a minute.” He said, pulling you along as he walked backwards. 

“Admit that you love 27 Dresses and I’ll drop it.” You said, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Never.” Namjoon suddenly stopped, pulling you forward abruptly so that you bumped into him. “But I will admit that I love you.” 

He leaned down once again, finding your lips with his own. You realized that you might never actually get Namjoon to accept what a romantic person he was, but that was fine with you. You wouldn’t change him for the world.


A/N Sorry it’s a bit short, but I’m feeling stressed and wanted to write something fluffy and short! Also I didn’t really proof-read this much, I’ll check it again when I have time <3