i am not whining

peter blurb #2

request: ‘Can I have 48 and 23 with Peter Parker? Maybe separate imagines? If it’s in one that’s alright 💙 (from your prompt list)’ by @tmrhollandkay

prompt/s: 48, “your cuteness is distracting me

you can find all of the blurbs i wrote for blurb weekend under the hashtag #cutehollands blurbs

[y/n] was studying, as usual on mondays. she didn’t ask peter to come over but he decided to show up at her door in the middle of her study session.

“babe what are you doing here?”

“surpriseee!” peter screamed, looking like a puppy. she couldn’t resist him so she told him that he could stay, but that he had to wait for her to finish her english homework.

“you better hurry up, i am booored” he whined, looking at the ceiling while laying on her bed.

“it will take me ten minutes, stop complaining!”

“i miss you even if you are here” [y/n] couldn’t help but smile at what her boyfriend said.

two minutes after, peter got up from the bed and stood behind [y/n], who was so caught in up in her homework to notice how bored peter was.

“how’s it going?” he asked, wrapping his arms aroung her shoulders.

he breathed on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

he sit on the floor, looking up at his girlfriend.

“how it was going when you asked a minute ago, pete” [y/n] answered, trying not to let go a laugh because of how clingy peter was being.

he was looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen when she said that, making him pout.

his gaze was on [y/n], admiring how beautiful she was with just sweatpants and a sweater on.

the one that she was wearing was probably his, he thought. he had always left things all over the place and [y/n]’s favorite thing was putting on his boyfriend’s sweater, which captured his smell.

she broke the silence affirming “your cuteness is distracting me”.

“i knew my magic would’ve worked”

“okay dork, just one exercise and i am all yours”

peter’s face lit up and he got up excitedly, waiting to receive the cuddles that he wanted.

I woke up this morning, once again with aching wrists, as well as the sniffles. Last night, even though it was in the high 60s, I found that I was freezing cold. I actually had to wear two shirts, layering up in pajamas. And, my entire body aches. I am afraid, my dear readers, that I may be coming down with a cold.
Last night, I went to bed at just after 8, which is insane. And now, even after eight hours of sleep, I find that all I want to do is curl up in the couch, and sleep some more.
And, as I write this, even while taking sip after sip of piping hot coffee, I find that I am actually shivering.
Like I said…I fear that I have come down with a cold.
Anyway…
Even though I could continue whining, I am sure you have no desire to pay attention to it. So, I will move on.
Yesterday, my husband’s amethyst mala that I bought arrived in the mail. I purchased it from Amazon, at the kick ass price of $9.99. (I know… Talk about a steal.) It is actually pretty cool.
Speaking of malas..
I wear mine, during the day, putting it on as soon as I wake up, and taking it off only when mediating, and before going to bed. Well, yesterday, I was out at a restaurant, and some snotty little twenty-something “wanna know it all” insisted on getting all up in my business, by informing me that “that thing you are wearing…yeah it isn’t a jewelry piece. It is for meditation. It isn’t meant to be worn.”
I swear, I looked at her, and several things went through my mind. Perhaps the most important was: “how dare you assume to tell me–a perfect stranger–that I am using my mala (or, for that matter, anything) incorrectly. Instead, I simply smiled at her, and insincere smile, that said it all. A smile that, with gritted teeth bared, begged the question, "who asked for your bitchy little opinion, anyway?”
Here is the thing…
I meditate first thing in the morning (and throughout the day), when I have time or need to do so. And, when not meditating, I chose to wear my mala, so that I can constantly be reminded of the thing I am trying to manifest. I do NOT wear my mala, to get shitty little judgements from some hippie-looking, self-important ego maniac, who should really learn to keep her damn mouth closed.
Just saying…
Anyway…
The square worked yesterday…I really like it. The first two rounds, worked in soft pink, were done in puff stitch (which we all know I hate). Fortunately for me, they were small of stitches, consistent of only five loops on the hook, so they were slightly easier to work.
After these to puff stitch rounds, the remaining three rounds were all made up of nothing but double crochet. I worked round the in hot pink, and decided to work the final two rounds in red.
It is a nice square. It has a traditional, yet, at the same time, very elegant look to it.
And with that taken care of, I am now off. Even though all I want to do is go back to sleep, I am off to make another square. (I am afraid that if I put it off, I will not get one done today. So, it is better to just suffer through it now.)
Until tomorrow, my dearest readers…

Lucky 💫

“Um, Malfoy,” Harry muttered. “What are you doing?” Baffled, he looked at the Slytherin, who didn’t seem to be concerned at all.

“I’m resting. I’m so tired,” Malfoy mumbled, eyelids fluttering shut. He did sound pretty sleepy. Harry blinked as Malfoy’s lips stretched into a soft, contented smile.

“Okay,” Harry said slowly. “But why are you resting on my lap?”

“Why not?” Malfoy replied. “Seems like a good place to me.”

Harry stiffened as Malfoy turned his head and snuggled into him. What was he playing at?

“Oi, Harry!” Harry looked up. Seamus had just entered the eighth year common room and was grinning at him. “Don’t you two look cosy,” he said with a wink. Harry blushed and tried to move his legs but Malfoy was just too heavy.

“I have no idea what’s going on,” Harry murmured. What had gotten into Malfoy?

“And then we have to get started on Transfiguration but first we have to- Oh!” Hermione stopped dead behind Seamus. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her, her studying schedule obviously forgotten. If only momentarily. Ron, who had seemed rather displeased with his girlfriend’s evening plans a second ago, suddenly had a weird glint in his eyes.

Harry watched his friends and was shocked when Hermione clutched her chest and put her other hand on Ron’s arm. He smiled at her and nodded.

“I thought something like this might happen,” he snickered.

“What?” Harry spluttered. When Pansy came into sight, a knowing grin on her face,  Harry felt like they were all in on a joke he didn’t get. “Can somebody please tell me what is going on?”

“Shhhhh,” came from Harry’s lap. “Trying to sleep here, remember?”

Harry eyed Malfoy suspiciously. He had to admit, he might have reacted a little differently if they had been alone. It was a bit sudden, but he wasn’t all that opposed to Malfoy lying on his lap.

Harry’s eyes darted to his friends again when Hermione leaned over to Pansy and whispered something to her. Looking exasperated, Pansy nodded. Harry still wasn’t used to the fact that they were all getting along so well now. Pansy could be fun but, still, Harry was a bit wary around her.

He kept his eyes on her as Hermione strode over to him.

“Don’t be mad,” she told him. Harry frowned.

“What did you do?”

“Well…” She looked at him sheepishly. “It’s more what I didn’t do.”

Harry looked at her, puzzled. She leaned closer to him and dropped her voice to a whisper.

“I didn’t stop Pansy, when she stole something from Slughorn’s personal stores and put it into Malfoy’s tea this morning.”

Harry’s frown deepened.

“What did she put in his tea?”

Hermione bit her lip and put a hand on his shoulder.

“We just felt like he deserved a good day for once. He’s been through so much.” She gazed at Malfoy thoughtfully. “That’s not to say you haven’t been having a hard time, either,” she added hastily. “But Pansy thought you might… benefit from it as well. Seems like she was right.”

Harry looked between Malfoy and Hermione, not understanding what she was telling him. It must have shown on his face. Hermione sighed and shook her head.

“Felix Felicis, that’s what Pansy put in his drink.”

Harry’s mouth dropped open.

“That’s why he’s being so weird?”

“You were weird, too, when you took it in sixth year,” Hermione reminded him.

Yeah, Harry mused, it had been a strange experience. He had felt so happy and cheerful, like nothing could go wrong. And, somehow, he had known exactly what he had to do to get… to get what he wanted.

Oh!

Harry’s eyes darted back to Malfoy, who was still smiling contentedly with his eyes closed. Harry wondered what would have happened if his friends had given him the potion, instead of Malfoy. He doubted things would have been this forward but, maybe, it would have had a similar outcome.  

Ignoring the fact that everyone in the room was watching him, he slowly raised his hand and ran his fingers through Malfoy’s hair. The Slytherin let out a long sigh that made the corners of Harry’s mouth twitch.

As he sat there, stroking Malfoy’s hair and marvelling at the fluttery feeling in his stomach, Harry thought it was lucky he and Malfoy apparently wanted the same thing.

Non-verbal forms of communication: pet version

I’ve seen a lot of posts about “littles non-verbal forms of communication” and I thought to myself… most pets are non-verbal, but a lot of people (mainly inexperienced owners) don’t know what to do with a pet that’s being non-verbal. So here is a quick post explaining some (not all) forms of non-verbal ways a pet (mostly canine) communicates and what it means.

SOUNDS:

  • murr/purr/low moan: “I am content and comfortable”
  • growl: “I am feeling threatened/scared”
  • yip/mew: “I want attention/I want to play”
  • whine: “Something is wrong”
  • snarl: “I am very angry/get away from me”
  • bark: “I want attention/I am ready for –”
  • questioning murr: “I am confused/I do not know what to do”
  • howl: “I want my presence to be known/I want my pack”
  • roar: “I am feeling – and cannot express my emotions properly”
  • baying: “I am in pursuit of my prey/toy”
  • whimper: “I do not like the situation I am in/how I am being spoken to”
  • fake sneeze: “I want your attention back”
  • snort: “I have an attitude”

ACTIONS:

  • headbutt: “I want attention/pet me/I’m giving you affection”
  • rolling on back/exposing belly: “I feel safe around you”
  • curled up: “I am feeling insecure/anxious”
  • pawing at: “I want attention”
  • sitting and staring at: “I want something”
  • lowering self to floor, butt up: “Let’s play”
  • playful stance: “I want to play”
  • lowering self, curled up slightly: “I feel threatened/get away from me”
  • teeth bared: “I feel threatened/I am angry”
  • flopping over: “I am content”
  • shaking off: “I am trying to relax/settle down”
  • curling up beside someone while touching them: “I want physical contact”
  • nudging under someone’s hand: “Pet me”
  • swatting at: “Don’t touch me/I don’t want –”

[ * This is just a quick post, these are not all of the sounds a non-verbal will make and this is not the case for every single pet; this is more of a rough guideline. ]

This past night, I heard a soft whining and scratching at my door and I opened them, thinking it would probably be my dog, asking to be let in. There was nothing there and after waiting for a minute or two and softly calling out for him, I closed the door and went back to bed (my head is right next to the door so I can open them without getting up). This repeated twice more during the night and finally, I got up to collect whichever of my dog was making the ruckus and get them to sleep in my room without waking me every half an hour, only to realize that they weren’t home. I’ve been home alone this whole time. They went with my aunt to a sleepover the previous evening. After checking every room in the apartment, every closet, every cupboard, even behind doors, I ran back to bed in a hurry and tucked myself in, feeling a bit frightened about the whole experience and trying to convince myself I dreamt the whole thing. Only, it felt so real that it left me wondering about one thing.

Who was at my door?

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… W-well, apart from this particular feline, their presence can be rather comforting, as with most domesticated animals, and they’re usually very sweet, if a bit distant… This one, I’m not sure. 

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“Jack,” Bitty whines, throwing his head back. “I am so tired. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Come on, Bits. You’re almost there,” Jack says encouragingly.

“But I’m so sleepy,” Bitty complains. “My arms are heavy. My fning—ah!” Bitty huffs. “My fingers hurt. Listen, I’m slurrin’ all my words.”

“Look at me.”

Bitty spins the desk chair to look at Jack, and pouts.

“You do look tired.” Jack gazes at him, eyes narrowing.

So tired,” Bitty professes. “I’ll finish up tomorrow.”

Jack sighs. “That essay is due at nine am.”

Bitty bites his lip. He’s well aware of that. “Sleep though, Jack. Sleep.”

“You hate waking up early,” Jack points out with a raised eyebrow.

“Once every now and then is fine.” Bitty tries to say it with conviction.

Jack puts his bookmark in his paperback. “How long until you’re finished?” Jack asks. “Referenced and proof-read finished, not first draft finished,” he adds before Bitty can reply.

Bitty shuts his mouth against his automatic response of twenty minutes.

“Uh… Maybe an hour?”

Jack checks the time on his watch, which he’d placed on the bedside table earlier.

“Alright.” Jack stands up and stretches, then gestures for Bitty to come over to him.

“Thank god,” Bitty mutters under his breath, saving his document and shutting the laptop without powering down.

He drags his body over to Jack’s and falls into him. He wraps his arms around his boyfriend and presses his face into Jack’s chest, breathing deeply. He loves how Jack smells. Like soap, and his deodorant, and a little bit of sweat.

Jack’s hands crawl up Bitty’s back, under his shirt, and he rocks Bitty gently side-to-side. Bitty swears he could fall asleep just like this.

Then Jack’s hands start to wander; down to Bitty’s ass, slipping under the elastic of his track pants. Bitty shivers as Jack’s nails scratch the skin, and when he leans back to ask Jack what he’s doing, Jack kisses him.

Normally, when Jack initiates, it’s soft—he appreciates a slow build up. Tonight is different. Jack pushes against Bitty immediately, leaning into him and over him so that Bitty’s body curves back harshly, and Jack seems even taller than normal.

Jack kisses and kisses, his lips moving and sucking on Bitty’s with fervour. Bitty matches him, suddenly wide-awake, and his hands move to bury themselves in Jack’s hair as he attempts to meld his lips to Bitty’s.

“Oh my god. Jack,” Bitty pants and Jack moves on, kissing harshly down his jawline. Bitty’s lips feel swollen and tender when he bites down on one.

Jack pulls back and smiles down, flushed, eyes alight. “How do you feel?”

“I don’t know,” Bitty confesses breathlessly, still reeling from the enthusiasm and spontaneity.

“Awake?” Jack asks.

Bitty nods frantically. “Oh yeah. Definitely. Yes.”

“Good.” Jack steps back from Bitty, and grabs his shoulders to turn him around. He leans in close, chest pressing against Bitty’s shoulders, and puts his lips against Bitty’s ear. “Now, go finish your essay.”

Jack shoves a speechless Bitty back toward the desk.

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2:24 PM - Peter Parker

request - bruh ok first of all i love your writing second of all after reading the ‘fighting with peter would include’ thing i am desperate for some sub!peter holy shit please fulfill my sinful needs, loveeeee you!

a/n - shoutout to that anon, this one’s for you boo. don’t forge to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

The clock had chimed half past 2 in the afternoon as Peter and I were sitting together at the small dining table just across from his living room. Our schoolwork was spilled out in front of us, with our pencils tied to our hands. We were reviewing for an upcoming test in math, a subject that we both dreaded with everything we have.

“Wait, what’s the answer to number four again?” Peter asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“56.” I told him, tapping my pencil in the textbook. “It shows why right here.”

Peter groaned and leaned his back into the chair, hanging his head as he lost his motivation to continue studying. As much as I wanted to ditch this and go up to the city for the day, we both were really not trying to sacrifice our grades. We really are nerds like that.

“(Y/N), I can’t do this anymore.” He complained, sliding his notebook onto the table.

“You think I want to be studying right now, Peter?” I cocked my eyebrow, turning my head to look at him.

“It really does look like you want to, by the looks of it.” He remarked. Oh. So he has an attitude now?

“Excuse me?” I retorted, this time putting my notebook on the table. “Just study, Peter. It’s not that hard.”

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A/N: Request from anon. A lot of depression and angst here but I’d say it’s fluffy too. It worked well with that idea I had in mind, so without further ado… enjoy!

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Warnings: angst, depression

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Dear Dreamworks and Studio Mir,

This probably won’t reach any of you people, but I just want to say on behalf of the whole VLD fandom(or at least the reasonable part of it) - we’re sorry.
We’ve been giving you a whole lot of bullshit lately, well, actually there was a little bullshit since the very beginning but now it escalated terribly, but the point is that you did not deserve this. No one does. I am sorry for all the discourses and ridiculous behavior, constant whining, bitching and complaining and generally I am- we all are - sorry about being so fucking extra 96% of the time.
We are especially sorry about the leaks and all the drama caused over them. It really isn’t fair from us to be like this.
Our, most deepest, sincerest apologies,

The VLD fandom(or at least all the reasonable members)

PS: I understand ppl who see this will be like ‘who does she think she is talking like this as if she some ambassador or something’ and you wouldn’t be entirely wrong but I just felt like it would be right to say something. The least we owe is an apology. So yea, once again, SORRY, SO MUCH SORRY.

Unlike Him

With your brother Archie and dad out of the house, you invite over Jughead. Quickly you let out your feelings for him, which leads to sex. But afterwards it seems that Jughead had changed his mind. In the following weeks you realize something, something that may change both of your lives.

Part 2

Part 3

Warning: Smut

This is my first Riverdale imagine. Sorry if it’s bad I haven’t written in a long time. Let me know if you guys like it and if you want a part 2!

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With the recent murders in my hometown of Riverdale I felt uncomfortable as I tried falling asleep with my brother, Archie, and dad gone, visiting my mom in Chicago (a trip with I happily opted out of).  So I called the only person I knew who would make me feel safe.

  Soon enough I heard a knock on the front door. Running down stairs, I opened up the door to Jughead. Pulling him into a hug, I thanked him for coming. We made our way up to my bedroom, both laying down on the bed, turning on the TV, to see what was on.

    After a while of trying to find something good on TV, I moved from my position with my head on Jugheads chest to siting up.

  “I am so bored,” I whined to him. “There is nothing on this stupid TV and there’s nothing to do.”

Jughead laughed, “Of course there isn’t, it’s 1 am.”

With that I let out a sigh, dramatically falling onto Jugheads, still laying body.  Finally an idea came to me. This might just be the perfect time to make my move. The move where I finally let Jughead know I’ve had a crush on him since the 3rd grade, when he told me I could play with Archie and him, even though Archie tried kicking me out… my knight in shining armor.  I tried getting over it, I really did. He was my brother’s best friend, and a matter of fact my best friend too, I couldn’t ruin I and make everything awkward. I made myself do all the things to try to get as far away from him as possible; I even went as far as to join the River Vixens Freshman year. But I guess it was hopeless. I could barely keep my eyes off him tonight, due to his shirtless body, his excuse being that it was “too hot”.  I just wanted to pounce.  

  I finally realized Jughead had been trying to get my attention, but I had just been staring of into space. Well I needed to tell him, I decided. However, I had my fingers crossed that he felt the same way.  

Still on top of him, I sat up, making it so that I was straddling him, then I began to speak, “Jughead, I, uh, I need to tell you something. Just let me talk and then you can tell me how you feel. I- I’ve been in love you since the 3rd grade. I’ve tried to push these feelings down, I really have, but I just can’t. I just couldn’t keep this from you any longer. I completely understand if you don’t feel that way. Just tell me and I’ll never mention it to you again. I-,” suddenly you were cut off.

Jughead had leaned up and kissed me. I basked in the feeling of his warm lips on mine, however it did not last as long as I would have liked.

“That’s a yes, I like you too,” he responded.

Smiling we kissed again, with Jughead suddenly flipping us over, making it so he was on top.  After that he put his hands on my waist, slowly raising them under my shirt, as mine made their way to his neck. Our kiss became more intense, our lips battling one another over dominance, but I already knew it was a losing battle. His lips slowing moved to my neck, sucking on it, leaving what I am sure would be clearly visible hickeys. Once he reached a certain spot, I couldn’t hold in the noises anymore, letting out a moan. I could feel Jughead smirking against my skin, and it seemed my noises pushed him further and he quickly, separated himself to take my shirt off, thankfully he was already shirtless.

As we began to kiss again, I realized that even though this was slightly awkward, Jughead clearly knew what he was doing and ourbodys seemed to fit perfectly together. I could feel his hard on against your leg growing, which just made me want him more, causing to begin to grind up into him, causing him to let a barely there moan. Quickly he began to take off my bra, and move his lips down to my nipples. He focus on sucking the right when, as his hand moved to the other. He made quick work of going back and forth until finally he seemed to have enough. Separating himself from me he began to talk of my pants, and I started to undo his belt buckle. He made quick work of my pants, standing up and pulling the all the way off my legs, along with my panties. Quickly doing the same to his jeans and boxers afterwards.

  Lying back on top of me, he began to kiss me again. Slowly his hands worked their way down my body. Once he reached my core he looked up into my eyes checking to see if I was okay with this. I quickly nodded; I was dying to feel something. Slowly he began to put one, then two in, moving the slowly in and out. I could tell he was teasing me, from the smug grin on his face, listening to my desperate moans.

Finally having enough of his teasing I begged him, “Please, faster.”

  Thankfully, having mercy on me he began to speed up. Keeping up the pace, I started getting close to my orgasm, but suddenly he stop. Despite my anger of not being allowed to cum, I knew what he was going to do which made it all better.

  Jughead looked up at me, while he lined himself up to my core and slowly began to push in. God, was he big, I wasn’t a virgin, but I had definitely never been with a guy who had as much as he did, causing it to slightly hurt as he pushed himself in. I grabbed onto his biceps, digging crevices with my nails as he finally was all the way in. After a second he slowly began moving in and out, creating a natural rhythm.

I could see he was restraining himself from going as fast as he wanted to, just so he could make sure I was comfortable first, “It’s ok, you can go faster.”

After my words he became ramping up his pace. As he began to hit just the spot I cried out, moving my hands to his scratch his back. He clearly got the message, he just that place as fast and hard as he could. He wanted to make sure I came before he did, so he moved his hand down to by clit, quickly rubbing it.

Before I knew it I was there, moaning out his name. A seconds after I came, he also did too.  As he pulled out, he rolled off, pulling me into his arms. It was already late, and with such a workout, we both quickly feel asleep.

I awoke to Jughead, getting out of bed and beginning to get dressed. I looked at my clock seeing that it was only 4 am, I wondered where he was going.

Sitting up I asked, “Leaving so soon, where are you going? It’s still dark out.”

  I seemed to have surprised him and he quickly turned to me, with a look on his face I couldn’t quite make out.

“I, um, I need to leave. Us… This was a mistake, it never should have happened. I’m sorry,” he quickly spoke, trying to avoid looking in my eyes.

Tears started coming to my eyes. How could he say that? I thought he felt the same way. This was Jughead, were talking about, he wasn’t one ot say something then take it back.

“Th-that’s not true. You said you liked me too,” I began.

“Yes it is, I completely regret this happening. Now I have to go. I’ll see you at school or something” he said and with that he was out the door.

How could this happen? I quickly called the only 2 people I could think of.

Soon enough Betty and Veronica arrived. I quickly told them what had happened through my tears. Veronica, being who she is threatened to make him regret every being born, making me laugh. For the rest of that night that was there goal, making me laugh and realize I am better without him.

At lunch a few weeks later, Veronica, Betty, Kevin, and me were all sitting outside the school at our usually picnic table. We had been talking about boys again. So of course Jughead came up. We were all still baffled by the fact that he acted the way he did.

“Well at least he wore a condom, so you can’t have his evil demon spawn,” Kevin said trying to lighten to mood.

Everyone burst out laughing, except for me. He did wear a condom… didn’t he?  I tried thinking back to that night. I quickly realized that I had no condoms, in my room and unless Jughead was just carrying one around with him, it meant that he hadn’t worn one. As soon as that realization came to me, I quickly sat up beginning to sprint into the school, running past both my brother and Jughead, who were headed to the table.

At the table everyone looked around, with Kevin saying, “I thought it was funny, I wasn’t trying to hurt her feeling.”

Quickly the two girls thought about it and realized there was a reason I was running, and it wasn’t because Kevin hurt my feeling. Suddenly they jumped up too, running after me.

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~ Jimin Leading You On ~ PART SEVEN 

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 8] [part 9:END]

It was the day after you hung out with Yoongi and you were still so overwhelmed. You sat on your sofa, staring at your phone in anticipation. Why did he have to kiss you? You knew you had some sort of attraction towards him, but now? Now your heart raced at even the thought of him! 

Why was Yoongi taking so long to answer, anyway? 


“Now, don’t tell me you can somehow mess up brownies?” You asked, taking the ingredients out of the fridge.

“Shut up,” Yoongi laughed. Like, actually, laughed. His eyes crinkled slightly and you saw his cute gummy smile the boys teased him about.

You two handed each other ingredients and stirred them into mixing bowls. While you stirred the wet ingredients, Yoongi stirred the dry. Looking toward him to see how he was doing, you stifled a laugh. 

“I might’ve gotten some on me…” He trailed off, looking down at his powdered clothes.

Letting out a laugh, you walked over to him and patted his chest. That only caused a poof of flour to blow up from his chest leaving you both in coughing fits, all the while you laughed.

“Why am I the one who always ends up being a mess?” Yoongi whined, pouting his lips and with sad eyes. 

After finishing mixing the ingredients, you placed them into a pan and put it into the preheated oven.

“Now, we wait,” You sighed, both of you walking to the living room.

“So, you’ve come to your conclusion?” Yoongi blurted, nonchalantly, picking his phone up from the coffee table.

“Hm?”

“About Jimin? You said there’s something…holding you back?”

Looking away from his curious gaze, you shrugged. “I thought so but I still don’t know how I feel.”

“You know, I may act cold around everyone, but…you can to turn to me if ever in need. Just know that,” Yoongi spoke, sternly, and you looked at him in surprise. 

“Thanks. I appreciate that,” you sent a warm smile which he, genuinely, returned. “Now, I think we need better hangout ideas. All we’ve been doing is eating and watching movies…”

“What’s wrong with that? Definitely beats going outside,” Yoongi retorted, with a laugh. 

“Ha ha,” You rolled your eyes, a playful smile painting your lips.

“Scooch over,” You lightly pushed Yoongi’s leg from being sprawled over the couch, causing them to slide of onto the floor. 

“How much longer?” He yawned.

“Twenty minutes or so? We could get take out if you don’t want to wait and––” You were cut off by the soft sounds of snoring. Turning your head, you saw Yoongi’s head leaned back, mouth hung open, asleep. “Gee, thanks,” you muttered sarcastically, although you knew he wouldn’t answer. 

Twenty minutes passed and you took the brownies out of the oven. Cutting them up, you grabbed one and headed back to the couch. 

“They’re ready,” You mumbled, with a mouth full of brownie. 

“What is that smell?”

“It’s delicious!”

“Did you bake, Y/N?”

“Can I have one?”

“Me too!”

“Save one for me!”

Six boys tumbled out of their rooms and raced toward the kitchen. Before you could protest, they stuffed one in their mouths and ran back to their rooms. Looking back at the plate filled with brownies, you groaned when you saw that the boys hadn’t left any for Yoongi. He was going to be pissed.

“They’re ready?” He opened his eyes and slowly sat up. Looking back down at the brownie you took only one bite of, you held it out for Yoongi. 

“The boys kind of took them all. Have mine,” you waved the brownie around his face. Pouting, he shook his head. “I’d rather just punch them than steal yours.”

“Just eat the brownie,” You rolled your eyes.

 Sighing, he leaned over and took a bite out of the brownie in your hand. “Mm, that’s good! We made that?” He queried, with a mouth full. 

“Why do you sound so surprised?”

“Because I can’t cook! At least, not as well as Jin.”

“Damn, right!” You heard from down the hall. Laughing, you took another bite of the brownie you were sharing. 

You and Yoongi lounged around, one of the boys coming in ever so often, laughing nervously when Yoongi glared at them. 

“It’s late. I should get home,” you checked your watch. 

“Damn, you’re right. Let me walk you back since it’s dark.” This time you didn’t protest.

Arriving in front of your apartment building, you thanked Yoongi. After a few minuted of peering at him, he looked around, uncomfortably. “Uh, Y/N? Why’re you looking at me like that?”

“Just wondering how I, out of all people, could be the reason your so soft” Throwing his head back to groan, he whined, “Y/N!”

“Sorry! Just curious, that’s all,” You shrugged.

“I just like you, slightly more than other people. Take that as a compliment,” He raised an eyebrow, causing you to grin. 

“Wow. What an honor,” You feigned shock, placing a hand over your chest. “Thanks for walking me home,” You smiled, gratefully. 

Turning to go in, a hand grabbed your wrist. You turned your head to ask what Yoongi was doing, but was cut off when he tugged you closer to him and placed his lips on yours. Your eyes widened, but didn’t push him away. Instead, you closed your eyes and leaned into him. 

Pulling away, breathless, both of your cheeks were a deep red. “Bye, Y/N,” Yoongi chuckled, softly. You were still in a daze only able to put your hand up and wave.


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Things about me
  • - I want rules
  • - I want to break said rules
  • - I am very tired therefore I HATE you
  • - “just 5 more minutes”
  • - I haven’t eaten and I’m hungry therefore I am going to whine about it.
  • - "Nuh-uh!!!~"
  • - If yelled at will cry
  • - If scolded will cry
  • - Just cry a lot. I am a cry baby.
  • - Will beg mercilessly for things I “need”
  • - Runs on sugar
  • - Juice is life
  • - Sippy cups are the best things on earth
  • - Cuddles Kisses and an endless amount of love is required
  • -Protest and pouting is inevitable