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Dating Jin Includes:

Originally posted by savethepeebees

he’s so fucki n g handsome fuCK

  • Gordan Ramsey up in this biTCH
  • A1 cooking fam sign me tf up
  • “That’s my 6th plate of food Jin,i think it’s enou-”
  • “okay but look at this bomb ass cake I just made tho”
  • Watching Disney movies together and him proclaiming that he’s better looking than all the other princess
  • “I don’t know why you like Prince Eric so much, i’m way better looking.”
  • “babe it’s just a cartoon i’m-”
  • Going out with him in public is dodgy as shit man 
  • Killer visuals attracting a lot of female eyes smh
  • and him destroying anyone within a 5 mile radius with his looks
  • *Sigh* “Being this beautiful can be such a burden”
  • “Jin stfu”
  • At least one dad joke a day otherwise Jin can’t function
  • “What time did the man go to the dentist, Y/N?”
  • “Don’t”
  • “Tooth-hurty!”
  • “fFS”
  • PDA is a no go sorry
  • Y’all were out for dinner with the boys one night
  • and you tried to do some freaky shit under the table with him
  • Jin was nOT having it and gave you a look so intense you decided it was safer if you sat beside Namjoon for the rest of the night
  • okay but real talk Jin can be such a gentleman, opening doors for you and shit
  • and saying the cheesiest pick up lines
  • “Are you African?”
  • “I’m Asian Jin wtf”
  • “Cause you’re a frican babe!”
  • “Delete yourself”
  • He calls you Princess and you call him Jin cause you don’t do none of that nickname shit lol
  • “Aw why can’t you call me Prince or King or something?”
  • “Cause your ego is big enough, Jin.”
  • him trying to make simple domestic activities fun and bond with you
  • and you telling him that if he wakes you up one more time at 6am to get the laundry out of the way, you’ll break his arm
  • Internally screaming whenever Jin looks at you and licks his lips
  • Internally screaming whenever Jin just does stuff cause he looks damn well attractive when he’s doing it
  • the only argument you ever really has is who gets to cook dinner
  • “you always get to cook, Jin”
  • “that’s cause i never burn the stove Y/N” 
  • swinging on his big ass shoulders
  • climbing on his big ass shoulders
  • his big ass shoulders in general tbh
  • pretty sure Jin is a good kisser
  • like I mean, look at his lips damn fine
  • they look so soft
  • lots of little pecks on the cheek and nose
  • lip kisses are slow and sensual aF
  • he lowkey looks like he has a daddy kink. like very lowkey
  • idk man I feel like sex could go two ways
  • either, sweet, vanilla filled missionary sex
  • or straight up frEAKY lowkey 50 shades of grey shit
  • idk man there’s no inbetween
  • the type of man to spend his entire life savings on gifts for you
  • but deadass won’t buy a pencil for the other members bruh
  • squishing his cheeks and telling him he looks amazingly cute until he blushes like crazy
  • so to conclude: iF Y’ALL SLEEP ON JIN I STG HE’S JUST THE BEST HE’D BE THE BEST BOYFRIEND ANYBODY WOULD BE SO LUCKY TO DATE HIM I JUST LOVE

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For the prompt thingy if you're still doing it 16

16 - “Just shut up and kiss me”


“You want me to do what?!” Jeremy shrieked, almost throwing his plate of food into the air in the process. A few stray kids looked over in Jeremy’s direction before choosing to just ignore the actions of the loud boy. 

“You heard me,” Chloe smirked as Brooke settled Jeremy back into his seat. 

“Chloe,” Jeremy began, desperately trying to get his words out, “come on that’s really unnecessary.” But the girl kept up her mischievous look, locking eyes with Jeremy. That way he knew he wasn’t getting out of this. 

After the school had been rid of the infectious CPU Jeremy had come to realise that his experiences with Chloe and Brooke during that time had not been… ideal. They were forced and confusing for both girls and Jeremy had had no say in his actions at the time, leading to some awkward situations he would much rather never experience again. With some convincing from his best friend Michael, Jeremy had built up the courage to confront the girls in the cafeteria during lunch to apologise and explain, though there wasn’t much need. Both Chloe and Brooke understood the situation perfectly and were happy to forgive the boy. However, Jeremy should have known to stop there. In an attempt to solidify his apology, he had plainly stated that “I am completely over you both, I promise. I can even prove it if you need.” That was his first mistake. 

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Imagen promocional oficial de la tercera temporada de Shokugeki no Soma

El Anime se estrenará en otoño 

La web oficial de la próxima tercera temporada de Anime para televisión adaptación del Manga de Shokugeki no Soma por Yuuto Tsukuda y Shun Saeki, se ha actualizado el domingo con su primera imagen promocional oficial. El Anime titulado “Shokugeki no Souma: San no Sara” (Food Wars! The Third Plate), se estrenará en otoño del 2017 (octubre del 2017).

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imagine #4

character - Newt

words - 801

warnings – too much fluff

description – Part 2 of this imagine

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Sunday Six-ish

Because @anais-ninja-blog is craving some fairytales. ;)  Here’s a little (un-beta’ed, mind you) sneak preview of the upcoming Shieldshock beauty and the beast fic.

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The will-o-the-wisp (Wanda, Darcy reminds herself.  The little flittering creature has a name, and a very human one at that, and she’s determined to use it) comes to Darcy’s chamber the next morning to bring her to breakfast.  She leads Darcy down a different hallway, a smaller, more narrow one, but after a few twists and turns and narrow creaking stairs it deposits them right in the kitchen.

The kitchen itself, tacked on to the back of the grand house with windows that look out on an overgrown, snow covered garden, is positively abuzz.  There are creatures manning stations laden with piles of raw red meat being divided up into piles by sentient kitchen tools, dishing and plating food for the castle’s inhabitants.  “Where does all the food come from?” Darcy asks Wanda, fighting back the nausea at the sight of all the bleeding meat and the indelicacy with why it’s being treated.

Wanda cocks her head to the side, little glittery trails escaping from her body, and she shrugs.  “We’ve learned not to question it,” she replies.  “It appears in the pantry, and it keeps us fed.  But there are some other options, if you’d like something a little lighter.”

“Please.”

The eggs are good, farm fresh possibly, though Darcy is a city girl and the only time she’s spent at a farm was a third grade class trip.  Halfway through the meal the falcon from the night before - Sam, she reminds herself - swoops in overhead, circles once, twice around, and alights on the table nearby Wanda.  Darcy looks down at her plate, then back up again, swallowing roughly.  “I’m not eating any of your relatives, am I?” she asks.

If a bird could laugh, the bobbing of Sam’s feathered head is probably the closest he can come to it.  “I can just about guarantee that those eggs aren’t mine,” he says.

“Good.”  Darcy nods, shoveling in another forkful of food to try and cover the sudden awkwardness she’s feeling.  “So are there any house rules here?” she asks.  “Like, don’t eat the poison apple or anything like that?”

Sam cocks his head to the side, glancing over at Wanda, who shrugs her glowing red shoulders.  “You can leave the grounds, but it won’t help,” Wanda says.  “You’ll just end up running in circles and finding yourself at the garden gate again.”

“There’s no place in the house that you technically can’t go,” Sam continues, fluffing up his feathers and pausing to preen one back into place.  “But some of the others can get nastily territorial.  So if anyone tries to start anything with you, come find me or Wanda or Cap and we’ll have your back.”

It’s still strange for Darcy to think of the giant wolf-like beast as having such a mundane name as ‘Cap’, but the more she thinks of them with names the easier it is to pretend that these are just some new wacky college roommates she’s got instead of prisoners in this place that’s set apart from time and space.

“Anything else you want to know?” Wanda asks, flittering about and landing by a pot of honey that she delicately dips one finger into.

There are hundreds of questions whirling through Darcy’s brain, but she’s not sure if she’s ready to deal with the answers to them.  So instead she just shakes her head, and tells them that when they come to mind, she’ll find them.

23. Each house acted differently at meal times:

Hufflepuff:

  • Before anybody eats they all pass around the food
  • Everybody has a full plate before anybody starts
  • Most likely to try and feed animals under the table
  • Most memorable incident of this was when the teachers found three generations of rabbits hiding under the table (the Niffler was a close second)

Ravenclaw:

  • There are some kids reading while they eat but there’s just as many talking with each other
  • Once a week they make a point of having a meal from a different part of the world (ex Chinese food one week, lobster the next, bison the week after)
  • Ravenclaws pop in and out of the kitchen all week making suggestions to the house elves (who enjoy the challenge and always come up with a feast)
  • A few items have even been added to the regular menu this way (there was almost a riot over the beignets from the other houses trying to snatch them)

Gryffindor:

  • By far the loudest house in the hall, with everybody shouting over one another and grabbing food
  • Whenever anybody has a birthday in their house they make sure to sing “Happy Birthday” for them (at the top of their lungs, of course)
  • Birthday kid has to walk down the centre of the table (and try to avoid getting tripped)
  • Everybody learns that not all Gryffindors are good at singing, but not for lack of effort

Slytherin:

  • Polite table manners, but heaven help you if you take food off somebody’s plate, they see that as a grave insult
  • Slytherin spends all year preparing for one day to change their routine and confuse everybody (they keep changing it every year, to keep people on their toes)
  • Sometimes they all speak a different language for the meal, sometimes they communicate with hand signals without words, sometimes they all levitate everything and eat their meal while slowly floating in the air
  • One year this got so out of hand that an over enthusiastic student set the Great Hall on fire (to this day nobody knows which one it was as Slytherins never snitch on a fellow snake, so the entire house got detention)

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There’s a reason complete strangers keep mistaking Sherlock and John for a couple.

Sherlock, being Sherlock, always notices it when people are checking John out. He dislikes it. It makes him feel…panicked. However, John disapproves of him making rude deductions at unsuspecting strangers, so Sherlock has to find a subtler way to deal with such outrageous affronts.

Sherlock leans in close to talk to John, touches his arm to get his attention, smiles at him in a smitten way, steals food off his plate: all those behaviours he has observed in romantic couples. It is excellent; The dull cretins oogling his John invariably sighs in defeat (”Why are all the good ones taken and/or gay?”) and refrains from making any further moves. 

John never notices. After all, Sherlock acts like this all the time, and John is remarkably unobservant.

Then Sherlock and John actually get together, and Sherlock comes to the pleasant realisation that it is no longer necessary for him to be subtle. So the next time a young barista twirls her hair and draws an anatomically-incorrect heart on John’s coffee cup, Sherlock wraps a possessive arm around John, presses a kiss to his hair, and glares at the offending barista over John’s head. 

John turned around, smiling.

“What was that for?”

“You’re very attractive,” Sherlock said primly, all innocence.

John chuckled and slipped his hand into Sherlock’s, and they walked out of the cafe sipping their drinks.

“You know,” sip, “you react to competition like a twelve year old girl.”

Sherlock’s coffee burnt his tongue. He spit it out, spluttering. 

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean this,” John demonstrated by stroking a hand down Sherlock’s arm exaggeratedly, “and this,” he leans up to breathe heavily into Sherlock’s ear.

“I thought you didn’t notice.”

“Yeah, not at first. But then that time at the Dancing Dragon you stole all the broccoli off my plate while glaring aggressively at the woman at the counter. And you don’t even like broccoli.”

Sherlock frowned heavily, reading to commence the world’s greatest sulk. But John was still talking.

“That’s when I realised,” John stopped and turned to face Sherlock fully, “that you wouldn’t really mind if I just-” 

John put his free hand on Sherlock’s shoulder and snogged him full on the mouth, right there on the busy pavement. Morning commuters swerved to avoid the two of them, stoically ignoring them in that fine London tradition. He could hold up the traffic for once, Sherlock thought dizzily. Mycroft did it all the time.

“Anyway,” said John, clearing his throat and rolling back on his heels. “Just wanted you to know. Don’t get your knickers in a twist. You don’t have any competition. But if you still feel like snogging me in odd places, that’s fine with me.”

“At crime scenes?”

“Not at crime scenes.”

“But you just said-”

“Got to draw the line somewhere, Sherlock.”

~end~


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Sweet Creature

Words: 7,500

Warnings: Smut

Harry sighed as he peered into the kitchen from his spot by the staircase in the living room. He’d like to be next to Y/N and Gemma right now, but his neighbor had whisked him off into a conversation about gardening that he truly had no interest. Nevertheless, Harry was polite, so he stood patiently and nodded and “mhmm”ed at the appropriate moments. He couldn’t help but let out a wistful sigh as he saw his sister and best friend slip out into the backyard.

As much as he appreciated Anne throwing a party in celebration of his first solo concert, he silently wished he had just gotten a private day in his hometown. Harry knew his friends and family were proud of him. But he was nothing if not humble and a little bit selfish. He so rarely got time at home to see Y/N, and he wished he could actually spend a moment with her now instead of playing host to what felt like the whole village. He’d much rather have been relaxing on the couch watching a rom-com with the girl he could never get enough of.

Just then, his mother swooped in to rescue him with a bright smile and gentle hand on his arm. “Sweetie, would you mind bringing the rest of the chicken out to Robin to grill? And maybe bring him a beer?”

He nodded much too fast for someone being asked to do chores. “Sure, mum.” He kissed her cheek and smiled brightly at their slightly disgruntled neighbor. “Sorry, mate. Talk to you later, yeah?”  

Harry wove his way through the crowd in the house to get to the kitchen. After slamming the refrigerator door shut with his hip, two beers clutched in one hand, he snatched up the last tray of chicken from its spot on the stove. He thanked Barbara from the bakery for opening the door to the back garden for him and offered her a cheeky smile she saw more than nearly anyone else.

Robin stood at the grill next to the deck, laughing and listening to the conversation going on in the chairs nearby. He saw Harry exit the door from the house and quickly waved him over.

“Having fun?” he asked, taking the tray of chicken and leaving Harry’s other hand open to start popping caps on the beer bottles.

Harry shook his head a little and snorted.  “You know how it is. Lots of small talk and cheek squishing.”

“And not getting to see Y/N,” Robin replied knowingly. He chuckled as Harry rolled his eyes before taking a pull from his beer.

“How has she been? I haven’t really talked to her much yet.”

“She’s lovely as always. I think her dad is having a bit of a hard time. You know the 15th anniversary of her mum’s passing is next week. She’s stayed with us the last couple of nights.”

Harry couldn’t help but frown. Y/N’s mum had died of cancer when she was only seven. Her father had been a dear friend of his mother’s, so they’d taken Y/N in when it happened. Her father hadn’t wanted her to see her mother like that, nor did he think he could properly care for her. Harry and Y/N had always been friends, but those four months that she lived with them had given them a bond no one could ever replace. They’d been absolutely attached at the hip their whole lives. To this day, the guest room at the Styles/Twist household was mostly considered Y/N’s and held some of her pictures and personal belongings. She’d long been a member of their family.  “She’s coping okay, right?”

“Why don’t you ask her yourself, nosy?”

One of his only regrets about participating in X Factor and leaving home so young was that he felt like he had abandoned Y/N. She had come to visit him in LA and London a few times and had even joined him on tour, but she always felt obligated to return to Holmes Chapel to make sure her father was cared for. Though they were best friends, they often went months without talking because Harry was just too busy. He hated himself for that.

“Harry! Come sit a mo’ and have a chat?”

He turned to see his cousin Charlotte gesturing to the chair next to her. Robin’s clap to his back was taken as a dismissal as he made his way over.

“Hey there, rockstar. How ya doing?”

Harry settled in the chair and grinned. “Good, good. ‘N you?”

“Wonderful! Kyle just started his new job, so we’ve got a good income now. Not that you’d know anything about that,” she joked and leaned over to playfully nudge his shoulder.

Harry was sure his smile looked more like a grimace. While he may not have been hurting for money, there had certainly been a time when he would skip dinner just to save his mum a little money. He knew as much as anyone how hard it could be.

“Robin! Anne wants to know what’s taking so long with those birds!” Harry perked up at the sound of Y/N’s sweet voice washing over him like a lullaby. He quickly turned to see her leaning out the back door with a bright grin.

“Can’t rush these things, Y/N. At least gotta buy ‘em a drink first, love,” Robin joked. The crowd around him laughed along with Y/N.

“Right, I’ll be sure to tell your wife that!” Her gaze shifted to Harry and she smiled softly at him. He tried to wave her over, but she held up a finger in a “hold on” motion and disappeared back into the house.

“So what is Kyle doing, then?” He continued to make small talk with his cousin Charlotte as Gemma reappeared and took up the last chair on the deck right next to him.

Y/N returned about five minutes later carrying a bowl that Harry quickly determined was filled with fruit.  She stood by him and held the bowl down to offer him a piece, but he shook his head. “Come sit,” he told her instead.

She rolled her eyes at him. “There aren’t anymore chairs, H.”

Just as her hand holding the bowl of fruit started to retreat from him, he quickly grasped around her wrist and tugged her forward. When she stumbled just as he knew she would, he took a firm but gentle grasp of her hips and settled them down on his legs.

“Harry!” she scolded, knowing he’d made a scene. While Harry tended to thrive under the public eye, Y/N often did her best to hide from it. That was the primary reason Harry loved to take the piss out of her. Nevertheless, she shifted back to a more comfortable position on his lap and sat a bit sideways so she could hear the conversations going on. Harry wrapped one arm around her, resting his hand on her opposite thigh to keep her securely in place while the hand nursing a beer rested itself against her knee. He couldn’t help but chuckle as she flinched at the cold bottle just barely touching her skin. She finally went back to eating her assortment of pineapples, strawberries, and grapes as she listened to Charlotte.

“He’s just started work at the pub down the road from our house. The pay isn’t that great, but he’s been making loads in tips,” she finished.

“Where is Kyle, anyway?  I haven’t seen him yet, I don’t think.” Y/N was considered a member of the extended family and had attended every family event for the last 15 years. Since she had stayed in Holmes Chapel, Harry figured she probably knew more about his family these days than he did.

“Oh he’s off on a lad’s weekend in Bristol. His mate is getting married next week.”

“Oh good, that means he’ll be all freed up for when Harry and Y/N over here get married soon,” Gemma teased.

“Gem!” Y/N exclaimed. Harry noticed that her cheeks flushed to a pink very similar to the bath water on his album cover.

He just chuckled and gave her a little squeeze.

“Just saying! You two have that whole agreement anyway where if you’re still single at 28 you’re gonna get married. I hate to say it, Y/N, but you two aren’t getting any younger.  Plus you’re like in love anyway. It’s inevitable,” Gemma defended. She seemed unfazed by Y/N’s embarrassment.  

“Ooh, that just reminded me! Harry, you just have to tell me about that girl you wrote ‘Carolina’ about! That’s far and away my favorite song on the album, and I need to hear more about my future cousin in law!”  Charlotte gushed, looking at Harry with excitement in her eyes.

Harry didn’t miss how Y/N tensed at the mention of the song that he knew she for some reason despised. He hated to admit that it hurt him a little bit. He was proud of “Carolina”, and though he knew his opinion of his artistry was the one that truly counted, he didn’t like the thought of Y/N not liking one of his songs.  His hand slipped from her thigh and rested on the arm of his chair. “Oh, I don’t think she’s your future cousin in law.  Just a girl I met in paradise.”

Y/N quickly scarfed down the few remaining pieces of fruit in her bowl. “Think I’m gonna bring this back inside.   I’ll catch up with you later,” she told him quietly. She didn’t bother to look at him as she stood from her seat on his lap and retreated back into the house.

Gemma couldn’t help but sigh as she watched the exchange unfold. The two of them were too oblivious of the others’ feelings for their own good and were absolutely horrid at communication.

Robin finally finished the last batch of chicken and called everyone inside to make plates of food. If Harry thought the inside of the house had been busy before, it was nothing compared to when all the people that had been outside also made their way in for food. There was hardly room in the house to walk, much less find anyone.  Luckily, Harry was tall enough to see over the majority of the crowd, and he found Y/N sitting next to his mum as they split a plate of food.  

After he’d had his fill, Harry stood off to the side and leaned against the wall as he observed everyone around him. He finally had a moment alone as it seemed that everyone was too busy chewing to make conversation.  

He wasn’t alone for long, however, and he stood up straighter as soon as he saw Y/N making her way over to him.  She didn’t look particularly happy, but he put that down to her current family affairs. Though she tried to not let it show, Harry knew how much the loss of her mother affected her.

When Y/N finally reached him, she wrapped her arms tightly around  his waist and rested her cheek upon his chest.  He was much taller and could tuck her head snugly under his chin as he returned her embrace. “Missed you,” he heard her mumble.

Pushing his upset feelings about her distaste for his song aside, he squeezed her tighter and pressed a kiss to her hair. “Missed yeh, too, love.” His hands took to rubbing her back comfortingly as they stood in their embrace. He knew how much Y/N having her back rubbed soothed her. “Yeh look pretty today.”

Her hair had been curled prettily, her lashes long and full with the help of the mascara she had applied to them. Her outfit had been kept simple with a pink sweater over her flowy white tank that she had paired with jeans and flats. She didn’t try as hard as most did to look pretty, but Harry always thought she was the most beautiful girl in the room.

A rosy blush painted her cheeks as she pulled a little to look at him. “Thank you, bubs. You’re looking mighty handsome today, as well.”

Harry couldn’t help but smile at the nickname. It was the one she had given him when she was six and he was seven, and to this day he’d never heard her use it on anyone else. “Thank ya, love.”

“Harry!” they heard Robin call, and Harry chuckled as Y/N whined quietly and squeezed a little tighter around his waist. “Can you come help me clean the grill real quick?”

Harry left one last parting peck to her forehead before releasing his grip on her and moving out of her arms.  He followed his step dad into the back garden to provide assistance.

“I think now that everyone has full stomachs, they might be heading out soon. Hopefully we won’t have all these stragglers on our hands late tonight,” Robin commented as they went to work scrubbing the burnt bits from the grate.

Harry huffed in response. “Better not. I’d quite like a relaxing night in to be honest.”

Robin nodded. “I know you would, kiddo. You’ll get it, I’m sure.”

All in all, cleaning the grill only took about ten minutes. While they were outside, the two men wandered the yard holding trash bags to pick up garbage that had been left around to minimize the cleaning later. Finally, Anne called Harry in to start saying goodbye to guests as they began to depart just like Robin suspected they would.

When Harry made his way into the house, he saw that Y/N and Gemma had started to pick up the kitchen much as he and Robin had been cleaning the back garden. He saw them occasionally reach for their respective glasses of wine as they put food in containers and cleaned dishes.

Harry continued to play host and made small talk with the guests as they all gave him their closing remarks and good luck wishes. He thanked each of them sincerely and made sure to give an anecdote about their lives as well. Finally, after what felt like hours of talking, hugs, and handshakes, he collapsed onto the couch with the opening titles of The Notebook playing on the telly.

One by one, the family settled in with him. Robin took his usual recliner spot, and Gemma curled up with Dotty and a blanket on the love seat. Harry could hear Y/N fussing with Anne over helping to clean the kitchen.

“Y/N, I will not take ‘no’ for an answer. You go relax a bit. You’ve been picking up after people all day,” he heard his mother scolding and Y/N’s response in the form of an exasperated huff.

“We’ll get it done faster if I help you, Anne. You deserve to relax, too.”

“And I will as soon as I finish this. Now, shoo. Go be lazy for a tick.”

Y/N was still grumbling quietly to herself as she reached the living room and collapsed in a heap next to Harry on the couch. She automatically leaned her head against his arm, wrapping her own around his waist and craning her neck to see the move on the screen.

Harry chuckled. “You’re a snuggly little thing today. Budge up for a sec, love.”

Y/N groaned but lifted back off of him. He didn’t say anything as he moved a throw pillow to rest against the arm of the couch before swinging his legs up to the side and sprawling out across the length of it. With Y/N trapped between him and the back of the couch, she had nowhere to go but to rest against him as he held his arms open for her. After her head was settled against his chest and her hand against his heart, he reached down to pull her knee up and tuck her top leg between his. Once their ankles were comfortably tangled together, he clasped his hands together on her upper arm. “Comfy?” he checked, though he knew she was. Y/N loved to be held almost as much as he did, and this was their favorite cuddling couch. They were practically pros at the movie session cuddling by now.

She nodded against his chest but didn’t verbally respond as she had already gotten herself engrossed in Noah and Allie’s summer romance.

When Anne returned from the kitchen, she settled down with Gemma and pulled her daughter’s feet into her lap.  She took to reading a book while the rest of the family watched the movie on screen. Just as Allie discovered Lon was in town looking for her, Anne felt Gemma’s foot gently nudging at her thigh. Anne looked up at her, and Gemma jabbed her finger in the direction of the couch.

The Notebook was Harry’s all time favorite movie, but he couldn’t seem to be bothered by what was happening on the screen. His hand was wrapped up in Y/N’s hair, softly pulling his fingers through the tresses as he seemed to be humming to her. Her eyes were shut as she rested against him, but Anne doubted she was totally asleep. Unlike Harry, Y/N found it hard to sleep in public settings. Even this house, one she’d practically grown up in, was usually too public for her to sleep aside from in her designated bedroom.  Occasionally she’d see Harry whisper something and Y/N’s lips move in return, but her eyes never once blinked back open.

Finally, when the movie credits started rolling, Robin was the one to shatter their bubble. “Y/N, I hope you were planning on staying here again tonight, because I’m not letting you drive home at this hour. You’re too knackered. Get upstairs, kiddo.”

Y/N yawned and leaned up, Harry’s hands falling from her body in response. She had a few lines on her cheek from the wrinkles in his Harley Davidson tee, and she rubbed gently at her face to relieve the soreness. “Y’ can’t get rid of me that easy, Robin,” she replied, her voice laced with drowsiness. “I see your plan. I’m staying in that guest room forever.”

Anne laughed at her. “That’s your room, anyway, sweetheart. It’s for you to sleep in as long as you want it.”

Harry sat up as well so that Y/N wasn’t pinned behind him on the couch. “I’m pretty tired, too. Think I’m g’na head to bed.”

Anne nodded.  “Alright. Sleep well, love. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Harry climbed the stairs behind Y/N and watched as she went straight to the bathroom to brush her teeth and take her makeup off. He shuffled up beside her to brush his teeth as well and made sure to annoy her by bumping her hip with his to make her move to the side.

“You’re a right pest,” she grumbled, “D’ya know that?”

Harry grinned, mouth full of foamy toothpaste, and pressed a smacking kiss to her cheek.

“Ew, Harry!” she scolded, wetting her hand to wipe the toothpaste from her face.  

He finished his nightly routine long before she did and retreated in to his childhood bedroom to go to bed.  He stripped off his tee and jeans, opting to leave his briefs on just in case Anne came to wake him up for breakfast in the morning. He had just settled into bed and was scrolling through Instagram on his phone when he heard the quietest of knocks sound on  his door.  “Yes, love?”

Y/N just slightly peaked the door open, looking as shy as ever as she stood in an old shirt and her worn out plaid sleep shorts. “Can I come in?”

“’Course ya can,” Harry said, setting his phone down on his nightstand. He shifted a little further to the other side of the bed and sat up a bit as she quietly shut his bedroom door behind her and tiptoed over to his bed.  Instead of sitting cross-legged on top of the comforter as she usually did when she came in for their late night chats, she gently lifted the blankets up and climbed in next to him and settled her head against the other pillow.  She didn’t say anything but started to trace the tattoos adorning his arm as he looked down at her. “Y/N? What’s gotten into yeh today, love?”

She shook her head and didn’t respond, seemingly too caught up in the outline of his rose to properly respond.

“Y/N,” Harry said a little more stern, gently moving his arm away from her as he sat up fully against the headboard.

She shifted in response to his tone, backing up a little and sitting up in the bed.  Her bum rested on her feet as she stared at him solemnly.  “It’s just…”

“What, love?”

Y/N shook her head, features showing that of shame as she looked down at the bed linens instead of him. “Nevermind, I’m being silly.” She started to move to get up from the bed and make her retreat, but she was stopped by Harry’s large hand cupping her cheek.

“Love, if something is truly bothering you,then s’not silly. I can’t make it better if you don’t tell me what it is, hmm?” His hand against her face made it so that it was nearly impossible for her to look away from his piercing green eyes.  

“It’s just…Townes.”

Harry blinked, barely understanding what she meant. “Okay…? What about her?”

She sniffed, and Harry’s heart broke knowing she was struggling so much with what she wanted to say. “It’s stupid and selfish, but I hate knowing that you write all these songs about these girls and the world knows all about them and you thrive on it. You put her name in the bloody song, Harry! Everyone loves it, and I don’t even know her, but I feel like you guys just have this connection now that I was never good enough to have. It’s just…am I not special enough to you for a song? I don’t want you to be so ashamed of me that you won’t tell anyone about me.”

Harry’s mind scrambled as he intook this information. He never imagined this was how she would feel about the song.  Her words hit him like a ton of bricks and suddenly he knew. That feeling in the back of his mind that he’d always tried so hard to keep at bay…she felt it, too. She wouldn’t be so upset if she didn’t.  She loved him, too.  And he’d inadvertently made her feel unwanted. Y/N was all he’d ever wanted whether Harry had known it or not. He knew he had to make her feel better and hurried to grab her hips and pull her closer to him. She started to slip and fumble against the bed so she grabbed onto his shoulders to steady herself. Once her knees had been pulled to either side of his lap, he pushed her hips down to settle her into a straddle above him. “No, love.  That’s not it at all. ‘S that what’s had yeh upset ever since we were out in the yard today? Yeah, I wrote a song about a girl that I barely know. Think people might get a bit tired of me if I wrote them all about you like I’d like to do.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. “W-what?”

Harry chuckled, pulling her closer by the hips and nuzzling against her neck. “You beautiful, silly girl. You didn’t really think ‘Sweet Creature’ was about Gem, did you? You do have a song, and a very special place in my heart. But that’s just it. You’re too special, love. I’m too selfish to share you with the whole world.”

“W-wait, ‘Sweet Creature is about me?” her eyes watered as she looked at him in awe.

“’Course it is, love. ‘S just that you’re mine and the world can’t have you. Gotta protect yeh from them. Pretty sure I’ve loved you my whole life. But my love for you is just for you, and I don’t wanna share that with the world.”

Y/N seemed to sputter as she struggled to keep up. “You l-love me? Harry, I-I-” She started to get choked up and couldn’t seem to find the words to say.

“I know, love.  I know.” He reached up to hold her face in his hands, lifting his leg up to shift her closer to him. His gaze was locked on her mouth as he inched closer, and Y/N thought she might faint.

Finally, when their foreheads were pressed together and she could feel his warm, minty breath on her tongue, she let her eyes slip closed. One of her hands that had been resting against his shoulder moved up to fist at the back of his curly locks. “I love you, too, bubs.”

Harry felt as if he’d been struck by lightning when he buttoned his mouth firmly to hers. He was sure he could’ve spent his entire life just kissing her like that, but his body immediately craved to have her closer. She gasped when he traced her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, and he quickly took the opportunity to dive into her mouth. She let out a little whimper that almost made Harry groan aloud when his tongue touched hers. Her fingers tugged gently at the roots of his hair as she pushed herself as closely to him as she possibly could. Their tongues tangled between their mouths for a moment before Harry gave her what she thought would be a reprieve, but she let out another little noise when he took her bottom lip between his teeth and gently sucked. This time he couldn’t control the little growl that bubbled up from the back of his throat and quickly reattached his lips to hers.

Y/N could feel the vague smug smirk adorning his lips through their kiss over the noises he was making her generate.  To retaliate, she quickly disconnected their kiss and trailed her lips down his jaw and neck, finding a nice place to bite down on at the same time that she rolled her hips forward against his. He groaned in pain and pleasure and took her hips back in his hand. “D-Do that again, love.”

“Do what again, Harry?” Y/N teased as she soothed over the bite on the side of his neck with her tongue. She gasped lightly when his hands gripped firmly to her bum and pushed her hips forward again. This time, there was no mistaking the erection straining hard against his briefs. “F-fuck,” he stuttered in her ear as she moved against him once more in a wave, enjoying the feeling of him heavy and warm between her legs.

Y/N lifted her head to kiss him again as she continued to grind against him. While she had him thoroughly distracted with her lips, she quickly moved her hand down between them to palm at him through his underwear. As soon as she pressed down into the bulge, Harry parted from her with a gasp of his own. “Don’t h-have to, love.” The next noise he let out could only be called a moan as she pressed her small hand against him again.

She shook her head and pressed her lips against his in a quick peck. “Want to,” she promised.  

Harry nodded, eyes closed and head leaned back as he just absorbed the feeling of her against him. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth to avoid being too loud as he felt her hand dip inside his underwear and brush against his swollen length.

“Can we get these off?” She tugged at the waistband of his Calvins, eager to get him loose so she could put her mouth on him.

Harry fought to open his eyes and make them focus on her face as he nodded and tapped against her thigh to signal her to move off him.  As soon as she was kneeling at his side, he stuffed his thumbs into the side of the briefs and lifted his bum to shove them down his legs. Once they were successfully discarded, he looked down at himself to see his length twitch slightly against his tummy, the raspberry tip bubbling a little bit of pre-cum against the hairs just under his belly button. He could almost cry it felt to good to be out of the confines of his underwear.

If he thought that felt good, it was nothing compared to what the felt when Y/N leaned down to timidly kitten lick at the little spot he’d dripped on himself. He bit down on the skin of his hand to keep from making a noise too loud as her tongue accidentally brushed against his slit. She looked up at him as if to get permission, and he nodded quickly at her before she looked back down and began to kitten lick at the underside of him as she took his length in her hand. Her tongue brushed against the vein throbbing there before getting caught briefly on the ridge of his head, and already Harry was frustrated by the veil of her hair obscuring his view. He gently brushed it up into his hands to hold on to as she finally took the head of him into her warm, wet mouth.

“Baby, please,” Harry almost whimpered. His balls were starting to hurt because of how turned on he was.  Luckily, she didn’t make him wait any longer and quickly bobbed down on him, her hand following her mouth’s path back up before sliding down again. On her next pass up, she lolled her tongue around his tip like it was a lolly, and his head fell back at the feeling. “Ungh.”

Y/N began to move faster against him, dragging her hand up and down the length of him with her mouth provide sufficient lubrication. She could taste the occasional blurt of pre-cum against her tongue, and it only made her want more. His little groans and gasps spurred her on even more, and she finally reached up his hands to cup at his balls while she had him deep in her mouth.  He groaned a little louder than he should have at the feeling, and she slid her mouth back up for her tongue to swipe at the slit of him just as her thumb gently pressed to the space just behind his sac.  He immediately gasped and reached down to grab at her hand. “N-No, I’ll cum. Ungh. Can’t cum yet. Have to be inside you first. P-Please, oh God, please don’t make me cum.”

She pulled up and swirled her tongue against his head one last time before sliding off him with a little “pop” noise. She pressed kisses against his hips and fern tattoos while she waited for him to catch his breath.

He panted rapidly against her, struggling to keep a quiet level as he tried not to lose his mind. “Fuck, where did you even learn that?” He laughed a little deliriously as she smiled against his hipbone. Finally, Y/N pulled herself up against him and he didn’t waste time pressing his lips to hers. “Are you gonna let me make you feel good?” He asked between kisses.

She whimpered against him and nodded almost imperceptibly. “Please,” she whispered against him, and he took that as his cue to gently flip them over so she was on her back.

“Let’s get this off o’ yeh, yeah?” Harry gently pushed her shirt up her torso, pressing kisses to the skin he exposed along the way. His tongue just briefly caught against her erect nipple before he lifted up to pull the shirt completely from her body. He quickly returned to the area, suckling her right nipple into his mouth as his fingers tweaked her left. She let out a quiet sigh of contentment against him and tangled her fingers in his hair, gently massaging his scalp. After giving her left breast the same attention her right had received, he started kissing back down her torso.  His hands slipped into the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down, leaving her panties in place.

Harry almost groaned at the sight of Y/N’s underwear. Baby pink cotton was darkened slightly between her legs, and he couldn’t help but gently press his tongue against the wet spot she had made. He wasn’t sure if it was the pineapple she’d had earlier in the day or if she just always tasted that sweet, but he immediately knew he had to get a better sense. He dragged his tongue up and pressed it gently against where he knew her clit would be, and she let out a wet gasp at the feeling. “S-stop teasing,” she stuttered, tanking gently against his curly locked entangled between her fingers.

Harry chuckled against her and kissed gently at her hipbone. “Just returning the favor, love.” He gently pulled down her underwear, and his mouth began to water at the pretty pink feast in front of him. “Christ, baby. So beautiful. Are yeh wet for me? I know yeh are.”

She nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she waited for him to move. Unfortunately, he seemed to be too preoccupied admiring her to actually do anything. “Harry, dammit, do something!” she groaned.

He looked up at her with a smirk. “Now, love. Gotta be patient fo’ me. Can yeh do that? Here, suck my fingers and get them nice and wet fo’ me, please.” He pressed his ring and middle finger against her lips and waited for her to close her eyes and suck them into her mouth. “Good girl.” Just when he was sure she was sufficiently distracted, he dipped down and licked a broad stripe up her sex. She immediately went slack jawed and struggled to inhale. He pressed his fingers against her tongue to remind her of her task at hand, and it took a moment before she wrapped her lips back around him and went back to sucking.

Harry’s tongue gently prodded against her entrance, taking the opportunity to lap up the sweet essence that was nothing but uniquely Y/N. When he had gathered most of her wetness on his tongue, he pushed his tongue into her briefly and made her whimper before removing his fingers from her mouth. “Thank you, love. Doin’ so good for me, aren’t you?” He brought his newly wet fingers down to her entrance and slowly pushed just one in, feeling her wet, spongy warmth wrap tightly around him. He fought against a groan of his own as his tongue gently lapped at her clit.

“Haoh, shit, Harry,” Y/N moaned, making sure to keep her voice low as her grip tightened in his hair. As soon as she pulled slightly against him, he groaned against her and set vibrations all across her clit. She whimpered and tugged a little harder, noticing how Harry’s eyes squeezed tighter shut and he licked at her with a little more enthusiasm. The knowledge that he liked having his hair pulled when he was eating a girl out nearly made Y/N fall apart. “Harry, please, more.”

He was apparently done with the teasing as well and pushed a second finger into her without preamble. He thrust them gently inside of her as his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked, and she turned her head and moaned into the pillow next to her. His fingers began searching her walls for that spot that would drive her mad, and he licked her clit into his mouth before gently shaking his head against her. His fingers brushed against a spongy spot inside her at the same moment and pressed into it. Her legs immediately snapped shut around his head as her muffled moans increased slightly in volume. Harry went back to licking against her for a moment as his fingers thrusted against her spot. Then he alternated between suckling against her and licking, noticing how the variety had her squirming underneath him. When he felt her walls begin to flutter around his fingers, he hooked his fingers against her little spongy bump and rubbed against it and his teeth sunk gently into her clit before giving her a good suck. His tongue ran just once against her clit, and she was falling apart beneath him whispering his name like a mantra. He worked her through her orgasm, only coming up when she tugged a little harsher against his curls due to sensitivity.

Her chest heaved against him as he journeyed up to her neck, pressing gentle kisses against her while she came down. “Yeh good, love?” he checked when he felt her breathing start to slow to a normal pace.

She managed the smallest of laughs against him. “I’m much better than good, bubs. I’d quite like for you to make love to me, though.”

Harry couldn’t help the elated grin that lit up his features, and he pecked gently against her lips twice. “Are you sure you’re still up for it?” When he saw her sparkly-eyed little nod, he couldn’t help but kiss her again. “Then it’d be my pleasure. Do yeh want me to use a rubber?” He knew she’d been on birth control since she was 17, but he’d still give her the option to see what she was more comfortable with.

She shook her head immediately. “Just wanna feel you.”

Harry smiled against her lips. “Never been bare with anyone before.”

Her cheeks got dusted with that rosy pink color he loved, but she didn’t seem as embarrassed as usual by his blunt language. “Me either. ‘M glad we can be each others’ firsts.”

Harry immediately shook his head and reached down to line up against her entrance, smiling at her gasp when his tip brushed against her still-sensitive clit. “Baby, we’re each others’ lasts.” He covered his mouth with hers before she could respond, he pushed inside her.

Y/N certainly hadn’t been with as many people as Harry, but she was no virgin. Despite that, she’d never felt anything quite like Harry inside her. She knew it wasn’t about the lack of a condom covering his length. It was her Harry, the boy she’d run through gardens with as a little kid. The guy she’d shared her first kiss with against a tree when she was eleven years old. She’d always loved him, and she’d never felt closer with anyone in her entire life. The knowledge that she, with her legs wrapped around Harry’s waist as he was buried to the hilt inside her, his lips gently rubbing against her collarbone, could not be any physically closer to him if she tried was enough to make her eyes misty.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Y/N. Swear I’m gonna love yeh forever.” She could barely hear the words uttered against her neck as he made his first careful withdrawal, all the way to the tip, before gently thrusting forward again. He looked up in alarm when he heard her sniffle, but she quickly took his face in her hands and pressed kisses to every bit of skin she could get at.

“I love you, too, bubs. Forever and a day,” she promised. He smiled against her just because she always had to one up him, then he pressed his lips to hers as he began to move a little faster inside her.

She gasped when the length of him brushed against that spot inside her, and her arm tugged him closer by wrapping around his shoulder.

“Shh, baby, gotta stay quiet. Can’ have them comin’ in, can we?” Harry gently hushed her his lips brushed against her temple.

She nodded against him and tried not to cry out as he reached down to grab at one of her knees around his waist. He gently hoisted her leg up into the crook of his arm to provide a new angle in which he could push deeper into her. His other hand braced against the bed to hold himself up as he pushed in all the way and grinded his pelvic bone against her clit. Immediately, her eyes snapped shut and jaw dropped open at the feeling, nails digging into his back as she fought for something to keep her grounded to earth.

Harry continued to thrust a little harder against her, always aiming for her spot, and stopped occasionally for those little grinds he quickly discovered drove her crazy. Her little gasps morphed into whimpers and whisperings of his names and quiet moans, and Harry nearly lost his mind. He began to thrust faster against her with the leverage his arm provided against the mattress, hitching her leg higher up in his arm so it was pressed between their torsos.

“Harry, Harry, ‘m gonna cum, please come back,” Y/N sounded desperate as she tried to hold off her climax. She wanted him close to her when she came, and she ran her nails down his back in an effort to pull him down to her.

“Shh, shh, I’m here, love. S’alright.” Harry immediately dropped her leg down from his arm and moved down to hover just above her. He took one of her hands from his back and intertwined their fingers together above their heads. He felt her legs wrap back around his waist as he pressed his lips against hers and moved a bit faster in an effort to get her to climax. He cursed slightly under his breath when the headboard started to gently tap against the wall in their efforts, and he reached up to hold the top to keep it from making to much noise. “Rub your clit for me. Can yeh do that, love? ‘M gonna make yeh come, I promise.”

The hand of Y/N’s that he wasn’t holding onto snaked into the narrow space between their bodies, and she gasped as soon as her fingers made contact with the nerves. She used her legs around his waist to pull her hips tight to his on every thrust he gave her, meeting him halfway. “Wan’ you to come with me. Please, please do it with me.”

Harry nodded frantically, feeling the coil burning white hot in his belly. “I will, baby, I will. Fuck, I love you so much.” He felt her walls begin to flutter around him, and he knew he was done for. He squeezed her hand tighter in his and thrusted as hard as he could while keeping a hand on the headboard in order to minimize the noise. “Come now, baby. Come with me.” They moaned into each other’s mouths as she clenched around him like a vice in her climax. He didn’t stand a chance as soon as she started to close in on him, and he disconnected his lips from hers to bite down into the spot between her neck and shoulder as he felt the coil in tummy snap. She continued to use her hips to thrust up against him as his orgasm hit full force and he emptied himself inside her. The feeling of rope after rope coating her walls was something she’d never felt before and never wanted to go without again. Finally, when she started to feel that he was spent, she released her legs from around him and reached up to brush a stray curl from where it was matted with sweat against his forehead. Her own forehead and body felt clammy with perspiration, but whether it was hers or his she couldn’t be sure. He shook lightly in her arms as he lowered himself down to her, pressing kisses to every bit of skin he could get at. He went to pull out of her, but she scrambled to put a hand against his hip and push him down into her.

“Not yet,” she begged, “wanna feel you just a little longer.”

Harry smiled, nodding his head as he lifted his head just slightly to kiss her. This kiss was less frantic than the previous ones had been. It was slow and unhurried and full of nothing but love. When Harry felt himself going soft inside her, he gently retracted his pelvis from Y/N’s before pressing kisses across her face. “Thank you for being amazing, love.”

Y/N felt her eyelids beginning to flutter shut from exhaustion but smiled nonetheless. “Thank you for loving me, Harry Styles.” She allowed him to pull the covers up their naked bodies, turning off to the side so that Harry could spoon behind her. She prayed they’d wake up in the morning before Anne came knocking on either of their doors and discovered what had happened before they got a chance to properly explain themselves. But when she felt Harry’s lips press gently to the shell of her ear, his arm around her waist and his whole body warming the back of hers, she decided to live in the moment. She’d worry about tomorrow when it came, because she knew she could handle anything with Harry by her side.




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Give Me...

… Supercorp Domesticity

… Lena sneaking vegetables onto Kara’s plate every time Kara flies off to rescue someone or stop some robbery

… Kara noticing every time she gets back and looking over at Lena who, in turn, just looks back all innocently and asks how Kara’s latest outing as Supergirl went

… Kara pointing out that her enhanced metabolism means she needs to consume a lot of calories and that a thousand calories of french fries is a lot easier to eat than a thousand calories of broccoli as she puts the ‘healthy’ food back on Lena’s plate

… Lena pointing out that she’s personally seen Kara fit no less than 5 potstickers into her mouth at one time so a few pieces of broccoli shouldn’t present a challenge to  either Kara or Supergirl as she puts the broccoli back onto Kara’s plate

… Kara trying to think of a counter counter argument only to sigh before eating the broccoli


… Kara complaining about Lena never cleaning hair out of the shower drain

… Lena asking how Kara knows its hers

… Kara pointing out that she’s blonde and this hair is not and, oh yeah, it takes a frick’n laser beam to get hair off her head unlike Lena. 

… Kara going into the shower the next morning to find Lena’s installed a laser based auto drain cleaner.


… Kara showing up to the DEO with a brown paper bag of  lunch/snacks Lena made for her complete little hearts and stars and the Kryptonian symbols for ‘good luck’ ‘love you’ and ‘be safe’ (all of which Kara taught her) drawn around Kara’s name on the front and a note inside warning Alex/Winn not to steal anything from the bag.


… Lena calling Kara to let her know she’ll be late getting home because of some work thing and Kara landing on her balcony 2 minutes later with a picnic basket and a bottle of wine

… And Lena thanking Kara for the gesture but she really doesn’t have time to-

… And Kara interrupts her with ‘Broccoli’ and Lena just sighs (and smiles) and joins Kara on the couch for dinner.


… Lena slowly taking over Kara’s half of the closet/clothes rack

… And Kara pointing this out.

… And Lena pointing out that if they’d moved into her apartment, they’d both had all the room either of them would need

… And Kara asking if Lena’s asking her to move in with her

… And Lena saying yes.

… And Kara saying yes.

… And then there’s a beat and then Lena starts taking things out of the closet/off the rack and when Kara asks what she’s doing, Lena replies ‘Packing’

… And Kara, after a beat, flies off to get some boxes and later that night she gets a text from Alex saying “What the hell happened to your apartment?” and Kara replies ‘Um, yeah, about that…

… And Kara’s cleaning up after the housewarming party the next night (the first Lena’s had in her apartment) and Lena tells her that cleaning up can wait. Besides, she has something more important for Kara to do

… And Kara asks “What?”

… And Lena replies “officially break in our bed”

… Supercorp domesticity 

I have seen the future and it is individual feeding jars for each baby. Jars!!
I have been searching since these guys came home for a mess free way to feed them frozen food.
I tried plates, bowls, tongs, tweezers, hand feeding, using a syringe. The syringe worked the best until they began to recognize it and become savages as soon as it came out, sucking out the food and spitting it all over the tank.

Finally, after scowering google for suggestions, I found people using jars.

It is so perfect. No nipping, everybody gets their designated amount, and NO MESS.
Okay a little mess, but just a few stray worms that I can pick out rather than having to siphon out so much water that I just end up doing a water change every night.

Also it is freaking adorable.

BTS reaction to girlfriends first kiss

 anonymous asked:

Could you do a reaction to bts girlfriend’s first kiss and bts teaches her how to kiss?

Gosh these reactions are long. Even still, I hope you liked them.

Masterlist


Jin:

Sitting at the table in the kitchen, you played with your phone. It was already dark, the house empty with all the lights turned on only by you. On the counter, a plate of food sat wrapped around with plastic wrap.

You waited without a real care, only moving your head up when you heard the door open up. 

“Jin~” Running up to him, you hugged him tightly, surprising him as he had to catch himself from falling.

“Y/n? What are you doing still awake.” He looked over your shoulder to the clock on your microwave. “It’s one in the morning.”

Moving off of him, you quickly turned around. You made your way to the granite counter, grabbing the plat before turning around. “I thought you would be hungry, so I made you dinner.”

His look on you was soft and full of gratitude. Walking over to you, he wrapped you arm around your waist in a loving fashion. You didn’t think anything of it, instead welcoming the feeling until you saw him moving closer to your face.

Realizing what his intentions were, you quickly moved back. He was shocked, facial expression dropping as he showed an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry.”

You felt bad, knowing you had hurt him. Putting down the plate, you stood directly in front of him. Looking up, your eyes flitted to the side before going back to him. “I haven’t kissed anyone before.”

Jin looked confused, smile gone and replaced with a straight line. “What?”

Speaking up louder, you made sure to explain to him. “I haven’t had my first kiss yet. I didn’t want to disappoint you, or mess up, so I moved away.

Jin smiled at that, moving closer to you before grabbing your hands. 

“You could never disappoint me; if you’re afraid of that, then let me teach you.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks


Namjoon/ Rap Monster:

Namjoon was at his computer, typing away as you watched the tv. Flipping through the channels, you found nothing, opting to just  turn it off all together.

Noticing your boredom, Namjoon set he work aside, putting all his attention on you. “What’s wrong?”

You heard his voice, looking at him while crossing your legs. “Just bored, that’s all.”

Nodding his head, he thought for a second. “Well, what would you like to do?”

Shrugging your shoulders you moved to lay on top of him. Wrapping your arm around his waist while putting your head on his chest. “I don’t know.”

Namjoon held you closer, moving you up while taking this moment as one to kiss you. 

Feeling him on the top of you head, you giggled. He started moving down from the top of your head, to your forehead, down to your cheek bone before starting to move to your lips.

Feeling where he was going you stopped him.

He paused, searching your face for what was wrong. Licking your lips, you looked down at him, knowing you should warn him before he moved any further. “I- I’ve never kissed before.”

Your cheeks burned slightly, looking at his face from under your eyelashes before you noticed him smile at you.

“Do you want me to teach you?” Nodding your head, he moved onto your lips. Locking them together, you relished in the feeling, wanting to keep it going before he moved away.

Licking his lips, he grabbed your chin to kiss you again.

“I think I’m going to have to teach you a little more.”

Originally posted by bangtan-tan


Yoongi/Suga:

You were at a park, sitting underneath a tree with your head on Yoongi’s lap. Eyes closed, you let the wind blow and calm you, swaying you to sleep as Yoongi wrote on a piece of paper above you.

Feeling yourself drifting off, you heard a voice from above you.

“Kiss me really quickly.”

Shooting your eyes open, you scurried away from him. “Wh- wh- wh- wh- what?” 

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, looking at you like you were insane. “I said kiss me really quickly.”

Shaking you head, you looked back at him wide eyed. “Wh- why?”

Sighing, Yoongi moved over to your direction. “I feel like I’m missing something for the next part of this song, so I need you to kiss me.”

Freaking out, you didn’t know how to tell him your long kept secret. “Why do I need to kiss you for that?”

Getting closer to you, he explained. “To spark inspiration.”

Your mind went blank, unable to form a sentence as he moved his lips onto yours. At the last second, your hand flew over your mouth, blocking him from doing anything.

Feeling an object that wasn’t expected, Yoongi moved back. Wiping his mouth, he gave you a slightly irritated and confused look. “Why did you do that?”

Removing you hand off your lips, you felt his harsh look on you. “Because you just came to me.”

“So? It’s just a kiss y/n.” He looked slightly mad, not understanding as you spoke loudly towards him, unable to keep back your reasoning behind your actions.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before!” Yoongi’s face dropped, looking at you as your felt your body shrink into it’s self. “I didn’t know what to do, so I put my hand up. I’m sorry.”

Realizing how awful he had just acted towards you, he moved slowly towards you, becoming cautious as he noticed you flinch. “I should be the one apologizing, not you. I’m sorry y/n.” 

Nodding your head, you moved into his arms, becoming calm again as he just held you.

“When you feel comfortable, I would be more than happy to teach you.”

Originally posted by jeonsshi


Hoseok/J-hope:

You were sitting down in bed next to Hoseok. Both of you had different books in your hands, too invested in the words to turn off the lights. 

Your fingers went over all of the pages, flipping them slowly after you had reached the bottom. You were on a specific word, getting to the climax of the story when Hoseok’s voice came from next to you.

“Could you kiss me?”

Your head shot up from its position.  Looking over to his direction, his eyes were intent on you. Shying away from him, you felt you hands start to get clammy.

“Uh, w-why?” He shrugged, setting his book down and shifting to a more comfortable position.

“A part in my book just had the girl kissing the guy and I just thought that would be nice right now.” He seemed like he really wanted to, not moving onto you, but coming out and saying what he wanted.

You had been dating for awhile and had never kiss. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, it was just that, “I’ve never actually kissed before.”

Hoseok looked shocked. “Really?”

Nodding your head, you confessed to him. “I always just brushed it off with other people, sort of how I have with you for awhile. I don’t want to do anything wrong is all.”

Moving over to you, he came close to your face. “Can I teach you then?”

You didn’t move away, instead nodding your head as he moved into you. Feeling him against your mouth, you instantly relaxed. When he moved off of you, you wanted more. 

He saw you chasing after him, smiling to himself before licking his lips.

“I think I may have to teach you for awhile.”

Originally posted by btsumari


Jimin:

Waiting on the couch by the front door, your were eating a quick snack. It was late, way later than you would be able to stay up if it wasn’t for your day off tomorrow. 

You had just put a forkful of cake into your mouth, when you heard the lock click. Soon after, the sound of footsteps made you shoot your head back, gulping down your food before hopping from your place on the couch.

Running forward, you jumped onto Jimin, being stabilized by his hold while laughing into his neck.

“Welcome home Jiminie!” Laughing with you, Jimin moved you lightly off of him, getting a good look at your face. 

“What are you doing up y/n? I told you to go to sleep and I would be there tomorrow.” Smiling widely, you nodded at him, pulling him to sit on the couch before he even took his coat off.

“I know, I know, but when I heard you would be back tonight, I couldn’t sleep.” Jimin watched you attaching yourself to him, rubbing your head before taking off his own coat.

“It’s four in the morning y/n, we’re going to be sleeping all day at this rate.” Jimin pulled you onto his lap, going back to his previous actions and playing with your hair. 

You turned your head to look up at him, chin digging onto his chest while playing with his shirt. “That’s fine, I like the night better. Plus, we can drink hot chocolate while watching the snow fall in the dark.”

Jimin looked down at you, loving how childish you were being before noticing something on the side of your mouth. Moving his hand under you chin, he slid his thumb along it before cleaning you off.

Feeling your lips under his touch, he started moving closer to you before stopping. “Can I kiss you?”

You were shocked at his words, wanting him to, but still afraid. Deciding on just telling him your secret, you nodded you head. “You can, but you need to know that this is my first kiss, so it may not be good.”

Jimin laughed at that, moving his mouth onto yours before sighing into the feeling. You couldn’t get enough, getting the hang of it quickly before he moved off of you.

Rubbing his finger over your lower lip for a second time, he stared at them, moving back for round too after speaking with a lower tone.

“You know what they say, practice makes perfect.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


Taehyung/V:

Walking down the street, many shops passed by you. On either side, clothing and unneeded items shone through the opposite side of their windows.

Taehyung was stuck to your side, multiple bags weighing down his arms as you reached out to take one.

“Here, let me help you.” You weren’t holding anything, feeling bad at your boyfriends struggles while he quickly moved away from you, a large smile plastered on his face.

“Nope.”

You pouted, reaching out again towards him as he dodged your efforts. “Please~”

Taehyung laughed, thinking to himself for a second before bending down to your level. “If you give me a kiss then you can hold one bag.”

Your cheeks blushed a light side of pink. Turning your head away from him, you mumbled slightly. “I- I don’t know how.”

Taehyung looked shocked at that, eyes opened before turning into one of mischief.  “What did you say?”

Quickly you turned your head back, eyes closed in embarrassment as you raised your voice at him. “I said that I don’t know how to kis-”

Suddenly, you felt something on your lips, soft and comfortable that made you melt at it’s touch. Leaning into it, you moved your lips at the same pace as the others, getting the hang of it until they were removed too fast.

“Do you get it now?”

Touching your lips lightly, you wanted to feel his again. Looking up at him, you shook your head, whispering your words only loud enough for him to hear. “No, I think I need to try again.”

Chuckling, he leaned down again, stopping only centimeters away from you as his own eyes looked into yours.

“We can try as many times as you want.”

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty


Jungkook:

Sitting in front of the television, you both were playing a game, competing against each other in a battle to the death. Your seventh win for the day left you rolling around laughing, while Jungkook kept staring at the tv in disbelief or what had just happened.

“One more time y/n.” Jungkook looked at you desperately, already holding the game controller with a finger ready to restart the game.

 Shaking your head, you sat upright. “Why? There’s no reason to. I’ve already won and you can’t beat me.”

Jungkook smiled at you,a look on his face that made you slightly nervous. “How about a bet?”

“A bet?”

He nodded his head. “A bet.”

You didn’t have a good feeling about this, already knowing you may regret what he was about to say.

“Come on y/n. What? Are you scared you’re going to loose?” Hearing his teasing voice, your competitive side came out, a new fire surging through you as it replaced the once nervous one.

“You’ll beat me when pigs fly.” Jungkook handed you your controller, clicking restart as he chuckled at you.

“We’ll see about that y/n, we’ll see.”


Twenty minutes later an you were stumped. How was this even possible to happen?

Jungkook laughed next to you, doing a lame victory dance before turning around towards you. “Now about that bet.”

You suddenly removed your attention from you loss, looking at him before swallowing hard. “Wh-what’s the bet.”

Smirking, Jungkook sat down next to you. You turned towards him, waiting for his words as they came at you like a bullet.

“Kiss me.”

Your mouth went completely dry, all comprehension of the world gone as he started moving towards you making you back up in the opposite direction.

“Wa-wait. I don’t- I don’t know it this is a good idea.”

Jungkook chuckled at your stumbling of words, teasing you further along with your movements along the couch. “Why?  Am I not good enough for you.”

Looking side to side, you didn’t know what to do. Hitting the end of your seat, he kept coming to you, basically on top of your body as you yelled out. “I’ve never kissed before!”

Jungkook’s body stopped, still on top of you as you opened your eyes to meet his confused one. “You’ve never…kissed?”

Nodding your head, you were embarrassed. 

Jungkook was not only your boyfriend but your best friend, a friend who had gotten a lot when it came to people in bed. He always assumed the same of you, thinking of his actions as just another teasing until he saw your reaction. Cupping your face, he moved closer to you, stopping right before reaching you as you looked at him.

“Wha- what are you-”

“Can I kiss you?” Your head nodded of it own accord, giving him permission which he took right away.

Feeling him on you, you squeaked at first. It was weird, something that you didn’t expect to happen this way. Still, you didn’t reject him, allowing him to lead your movements as you followed.

Moving off of you, he looked down at you, smiling at your almost sleepy face as you looked at his face.

Glancing out the window, a persons tv was visible on the other side. Bursting out laughing, Jungkook pointed behind you, causing you to turn around as your eyes went wide with his voice.

“Looks liked I really do only beat you when pigs fly.”

Originally posted by yahjiminie


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This Is War [11]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1520

Warnings: Angst. Maybe some language. Mentions of alcohol

A/N: Haha.. Insert sweating emoji face here..

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firepawthedragonclydesdale  asked:

this question has been in my mind for a bit um how did you find out Oreo liked bread?

Good question! Oreo has always been very curious about the food in our plates at mealtime. As a kitten, Oreo would climb up my husband’s leg while he was standing at the kitchen counter to get a bite of his toast. 

That’s where it all started. As time went by and his love for bread consumed him, it led to Oreo invading grocery bags in order to find his favorite treat. No bread was safe after this.

Every morning when we get up we find Oreo sitting in front of the microwave (we keep the bread inside, safe from the bread bandit).

As well as pawing at the toaster.

As time went by his bread addiction let to a full blown carb addiction. Now even bags of uncooked pasta are not safe.

BTS as your bfs~

Jin:

  • obsessed with everything about you
  • he’s always touching you, like his arm slung around your shoulder or around your waists 
  • always tries to get you to do aegyo and dies when you do or even when you refuse to because you’re always cute 
  • him saying “I know” or “aren’t you lucky” everytime you compliment him
  • but never forgets to compliment you and always reminds you that He’s the lucky one
  • being embarrassing in public together but also cringing together in private

Yoongi/Suga:

  • messes up your hair bc youre cute
  • long naps
  • shows his love more through his actions rather than words
  • comfortable silence
  • probably one to FaceTime you and only show half his face or not even be in frame at all
  • sharing earphones all the time
  • plays with your hair a lot but when you call him out on being soft he says he was taking out a piece of lint

Hoseok/Jhope:

  • he’s so in love with you
  • plays with your hair a lot
  • cafe dates!! you guys probably have a cafe to-do list, and if you have a fave then you plan to try everything on their menu
  • wants to be the best boyfriend ever
  • complimenting him and watching him turn into an actual exclamation mark
  • piggyback rides for sure
  • can always tell when you’re upset or sad and will do anything to put a smile back on your face

Namjoon/Rapmon:

  • his hugs are really warm and tight (and probably make you feel so safe)
  • super passionate kisses
  • back hugs
  • listens to your problems and tries his best to help
  • would probably fly to the moon just to make you happy
  • puts his hand in your back pocket
  • lives for cuddling
  • SHOWS YOU OFF TO THE WORLD 

Jimin:

  • talking about anything at like 3am
  • him resting his head on your lap because he loves it when you play with his hair
  • likes when you kiss or even pinch his cheeks
  • probs sticks his tongue out at you like a little brat
  • gets sassy
  • will talk for you if he knows you’re just not having it
  • likes to share his food and drinks with you for no specific reason but just to share something with you
  • will stare at you and ask you how you’re feeling or what you are thinking about

Taehyung/V:

  • always asks about your day and genuinely wants to know every detail
  • randomly jumps on your back for a piggyback ride
  • rests his head on your shoulder from behind
  • lots of laughing at each other
  • knows you like the back of his hand pretends to be clueless sometimes just to get a reaction out of you
  • takes food off of your plate like it’s nobodies business but pulls the “I could’ve got you your own if I knew you were just going to eat my food” if you ever tried

Jungkook:

  • him staring at you when you’re not looking
  • always holds the door open for you, like he runs to the door to open it but probably only so he could look/slap your ass when you walk in
  • you’re one of the most important people to him
  • rests his forehead on yours a lot
  • gf vs bf roasts
  • gets really shy when you compliment him
  • probs does that thing where he looks at your lips and then looks into your eyes as a way of asking for permission to kiss you omgsyfueyf !!

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Jealousy (Yoongi Smut)

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Requested: No
Words: 2792
Warnings: angst? (I’m not sure if you can actually consider this angst), smutttttt
Description: You and Yoongi come back from a date, which was ruined by Yoongi being jealous. While trying to tease him, things get heated….
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You stormed into the house, immediately taking your heels off after entering and putting them beside the door.

You heard the door close, and that was like a signal for you to go off. “What the hell, Yoongi? Can’t we just have one normal date? Why do you always have to ruin it?” You questioned, turning towards your boyfriend.

“I didn’t ruin anything.” He said simply, making you more angry than you already were.

“You ruined everything! This was supposed to be a perfect, amazing date, but you just had to  get us kicked out of that restaurant, didn’t you?” You asked. “You love causing problems, don’t you?”

Yoongi began taking his shoes off while he spoke. “It’s not my fault. That waiter kept hitting on you. What else was I supposed to do?” He questions.

You rolled your eyes, recollecting the memory from about an hour ago when your boyfriend of two years had “accidentally” poured his drink on the male waiter that happened to be serving your table.

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