i literally gasped with this look

Eurovision 2K17: Graham Norton's Best Bits

“It’s a grey, damp night outside so there’s a faint smell of wet dog in the arena.”

“So, the theme this year is celebrating diversity, so let’s see who they’ve got to host… Oh, it’s three white men. Well done.”

“I can’t mock the jacket because… I’ve worn worse.”

“Timur is a personality powerhouse.”

“They’re excellent at speaking at the same time, they’ve cracked that.”

“Her brother will be fiddling with her on stage tonight.”

“Nathan Trent is actually his stage name. His real name is… Very difficult.”

“If you think my job’s hard, check out the guy pretending to play the saxophone for three minutes.”

“I should tell you, the Union Jack just fell off the wall in the commentary room. Hope it’s not an omen.”

“Nothing’s gone wrong. This was planned.”

“By the way, don’t worry, he hasn’t bought his mother’s ashes onstage with him. It’s actually a mini milk churn, which- who knew- could double as a musical instrument. Well, I say musical.”

“By the way, there hasn’t been a stage invasion. The woman is a professionally trained dancer. She is meant to be there.”

“The dancer trying to hide there. Who can blame her?”

“Inside that gorilla is Italy’s leading choreographer.”

“If you’re going to dress someone as a gorilla, at least get a decent costume. It looks like two carseat covers sewn together.”

“She was born and raised there (Australia). Moved to Denmark… Suspiciously recently.”

“There is so much love in this room.”
“Not for you, Alex.”

“Stop.”

“And you keep thinking, ‘oh, this will make sense in a moment’ and… No…”

“She very kindly gave us some promotional chalk. I’ll be taking that home.”

“Ironically, for a man singing a song called ‘My Friend’, he doesn’t seem to have any.”

“Song 14 is Australia. Let’s not get into it.”

“My only piece of advice would be don’t start looking at his eyebrows unless you don’t want to stop”

"Does he advertise car insurance?”

“It’s got lots of things euro fans will enjoy: a beautiful woman, a stonking disco beat, and two half-naked men splashing around in a paddling pool.”

“Ooo. Some dodgy notes in there. I wonder if something’s gone wrong technically… Or maybe he’s just not great.”

“He wasn’t supposed to be singing but he stepped into the breach when the original singer… Came to his senses.”

“Comedy alert, ladies and gentleman.”

“Now… If I say this song is rap meets yodelling…”

“She claims to be the only yodeller in Romania. Probably because the others don’t talk about it. It’s the first rule of Yodel Club.”

“She splits her time between Berlin and London, so if you think you know her, you’ve probably seen her waiting for a bus or something.”

“Eurovision fans know it’s a long wait for the competition.” “A year. It’s a year, Timur.”

“The next thing you’ll ask is… How can three minutes be this long?”

“I just hope she enjoys it (performing) a bit more than she appears to.”

“This boy is a boy.”

“He’s literally just turned 17. He was born in this century.”

“We’ve done it, ladies and gentleman. This is song 26.”

“Terrific graphics, though. Mind you, if we’re looking at the graphics, something’s gone terribly wrong, hasn’t it.”

“Verka and her mother. I think it’s the same mother she had in 2008, we can’t be sure.”

“She (Verka) has already started drinking tonight.”
“Oh, I can believe that.”

“If zombies did aerobics, it’d look a bit like this.”

“Two hundred million people… Are watching this.”

“This is quite torturous. A very long minute.”

*gasp* “I smell charisma.”

“I shared a urinal with John Ola Sand earlier. I didn’t talk to him…. Thought best not to.”

“Look at us, on the left hand side of the scoreboard.”

“Do you think she gave the other half of her jacket to the man from Croatia?”

“This is like an international version of First Dates.”

“They’re like the muppets with accents.”

Second Task AU
  • Harry: *sees hostages and goes for Hermione*
  • merman: No! This one is yours. *points*
  • Harry: Uh, excuse you, no. That's Malfoy
  • merman: *gestures again violently because he doesn't understand Harry underwater*
  • Harry, perplexed, distracted, and kind of offended: *frees Malfoy and drags him to the surface*
  • Everyone: GASP! CHATTER!
  • Dumbledore: AMAZING, HARRY
  • Harry: But sir, there must have been some mistake. I wouldn't miss Mal–
  • Dumbledore: Oh Harry. So young. So unaware. Just trust me on this one
  • Harry: Wait, you mean you're the one who–
  • Dumbledore: NOW KISS AND LOVE EACH OTHER FOREVER
  • Harry: But–
  • Dumbledore: Harry, stop lying to yourself. Literally the whole staff agreed something had to be done.
  • Snape, from the stands: Excuse me, I did not–
  • Dumbledore: THE WHOLE STAFF HARRY
  • Harry: *looks at Draco*
  • Draco: *shrugs and bites lip*
  • Harry: *heart suddenly thudding* Er–
  • Draco: Just kiss me, Potter
  • Harry: *lunges*
  • Dumbledore: OH MY SHIPPER HEART, I CAN'T

listen, there is absolutely nothing that gets me going like mutual seemingly unrequited pining like? i live for both people losing their minds over the other person in bitter silence. savoring every single accidental brush of their fingers, elbows, thighs, every stray glance, memorizing every gesture or expression they catch while the other isn’t looking, all while being absolutely convinced that it’s one-sided only to finally!! finally find out it wasn’t in a triumphant moment of bliss after years and years of delicious, soul-rending, torturous, heart-wrenching pining. i literally don’t care about the fact that this trope is predictable af and always plays out the same way i will still go wild over it every single time like they’ll be doing the same reveal scene i have seen a million times and i’m still on the edge of my seat gasping “are they gonna kiss???”

bts reaction: you fall asleep on their crotch

request -  BTS reaction to Her Nuzzling Her Face into Their Crotch While Asleep

a/n - thank you so much for 100 followers it means a lot !! don’t forget to request a reaction if you’d like !! :D

kim seokjin - is the one to try to shake you awake, lowkey panicking and going like  (((><))), but you’d only mutter something and furrow your eyebrows, having him roll his eyes and giving in, going back to running a hand through your hair

jagiya! are you serious!

min yoongi - doesn’t notice until he feels pressure pressing onto his crotch and goes like  (•ิ_•ิ)? since he didn’t see you when he turned around. he looked down when he heard you say something in your sleep, going like  ┐(‘~`;)┌ since it didn’t hurt him and continued working on a new song

*laughs* ‘of course’

Originally posted by bubblepop2107

jung hoseok - the one to go ‘oop!’ like when jungkook smacked his a$$ when he felt you tuck your head into his lap and nuzzle into his crotch. he lowkey froze and went like  (╥﹏╥) since he knew he wouldn’t be able to move for a good 20 minutes, but couldn’t help but laugh since you were literally on his dick

jagi, i cant move T.T’

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

kim namjoon - smirks to himself like the lil shit he is, goes like  (//▽//) since he can’t believe what’s happening. probably mutters ‘babygirl, get up’  but you highkey go like  ┐( ˘_˘ )┌ and continue sleeping like it’s nothing while he just chuckles and goes back to working yo can i just say i love namjoon

‘ya, jagi’ *chuckles* ‘you’re something else’

park jimin - blushes so hard that he literally looks like a tomato, going like  (つω`*) and not knowing what to do at all. tries to get up, but his heart can’t help but melt while he hears you mutter his name, his heart going like  (ノ*°▽°*)

‘aish, what am i going to do with you?’

Originally posted by yoonmin

kim taehyung - gasps so loud that he wakes you up, his reaction being  σ(≧ε≦σ) and highkey thinking it’s so funny, but his heart melts once he sees just how tired and sleepy you are, letting you sleep even if it’s in his crotch omg im laughing

‘YAAAA !! YOU DID NOT !!  (//ω//) ‘

Originally posted by we-have-kookies

jeon jungkook - literally is like tt and becomes  ( : ౦ ‸ ౦ : ). only gets worse when you nuzzle into his crotch and make yourself comfortable LMAO, absolutely freezing in his spot and going like  (⊙_⊙)  ლ(¯ロ¯"ლ)  (//▽//) at the same time

‘errrm .. uhhhh .. jagiya ..’

I Hate Christmas - Sherlock x (y/n)

Word count: 1784

Warnings: none

“Sherlock!” Mrs. Hudson called from downstairs. “It’s (y/n)!”

Sherlock hurried down the stairs as quickly as he could. “Ah, (y/n). Finally. John and Mary are preparing dinner upstairs and I’ll be heading out for a bit.”

“Sherlock!” You said, exasperated. “You promised you’d stay. Even if you had a case. It’s Christmas for Christ’s sake.”

“I hate Christmas.” He said with a sneer. “It brings about carolers and holiday cheer.”

“Oh, Sherlock. Promise me you’ll still come home for dinner and presents.”

“Food is for the weak and I told everyone not to get me anything. I also did not get anything for anyone else…” He said trailing off.

“Sherlock…”

“Fine. I promise I’ll be home for dinner and presents.” He said rolling his eyes. “Even if I don’t eat and I don’t have presents.”

“Good boy.” You said smiling brightly. You bounced into the building away from the cold, chilling air of London. Sherlock moved past you and into the freezing air.

“I’m not a boy (y/n). I’m a man. A very smart one at that.” He said quickly, as if in a rush, which to be honest he probably was. He then briskly walked away. Mrs. Hudson gave you a sad smile.

“Sorry about him dear. That’s Sherlock though. Always dashing about. Anyhow, might you come up for a spot of tea? John and Mary’s food smells so delicious.”

You smiled kindly at her, “Of course, Mrs. Hudson. Thank you.”

Time Skip

“Mrs. Hudson!” Sherlock’s loud voice rang from downstairs. “I’m back for Christmas dinner.” He said in a disgusted tone you could tell he wasn’t really trying to hide. He walked upstairs quickly, taking the steps two at a time. He walked past you hastily, using his coat to conceal something that he was carrying. “Mrs. Hudson, John, (y/n) don’t wait up. I’ll be in my room wrapping things up. I’ll be back in a wink.” He said winking at you. You blushed profusely. Trying to cover it up, you said, “Shall we start eating?”

“Of course.” John said with a happy smile.

“Mary, the pie looks delicious.” You said to her.

“Oh, I didn’t make it. John did. He’s a great baker.” She said bragging slightly about her wonderful husband.

“Well then John, it looks simply divine.” You said excited to dig in to the wonderful looking food.

Time Skip – After Dinner

“Oh, the meal was so scrumptious.” Mrs. Hudson commented, a little bit sleepy from the meal.

“It was.” You said, a bit sleepy yourself. “It was too bad Sherlock didn’t eat anything.” You said clearing the last of the plates from the table. As if on cue Sherlock emerged from his room.

“Time for presents.” He said lazily, as if bored with the whole affair and idea of Christmas. Little did you know, inside he was having a silent panic attack. He secretly slipped something under the tree.

“Ok.” You said giddily, smiling like a child. “I’m excited to see what you got me Mr. Holmes.” You said nudging him in the side.

“Nothing.” He responded. “I told you earlier that I didn’t get anyone anything.”

You looked down, slightly saddened by this sentence. Your Christmas cheer was being ruined by Sherlock.

“You know you don’t have to be such a spoilsport.”

“I actually do.”

“Why, Sherlock?”

“The idea of buying people presents gives some people anxiety. Anxiety about not getting the right thing. In fact, it is scientifically proven that people have more stress around the holidays.” He said with a completely straight face.

“Really Sherlock? You don’t buy people presents because you’re afraid you’ll get the wrong thing?”

“That is what I said, yes.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Sherlock… We’re your friends. We’ll be happy with anything you give us.”

“Really?” He said raising an eyebrow. “Last Christmas John said he loved my gift. He lied. I read his body language. He was not at all pleased with my gift. I was given a mental talent for reading people and it is a blessing and a curse. Let me ask you something, (y/n). Do you sometimes wish I were a normal person? That I’m unable to read people like a book?”

Without missing a heartbeat, you answered his question honestly, “No. You are perfect. If you weren’t the way you were you would never have met me. You never would have been ‘The Great Sherlock Holmes’, and I never would have come to you with my case.”

He clasped his hands together, thinking deeply. “Hmm… You’re right.”

“As I always am.” You said.

“Not always.” He corrected quickly.

You laughed. John and Mary came out of the kitchen. “What’s so funny?” John asked.

“Nothing, nothing.” You said. “Let’s go. I can’t possibly wait any longer. I can feel the presents calling to me.”

“Presents don’t talk.” Sherlock mentioned quietly.

“They do in my mind palace.” You said, teasing him.

He sighed tiredly, “Let’s just get on with the presents.”

John cleared his throat. “Ok then. Let’s see, first present.” He picked up a box with green wrapping. He said out loud, “For Mary and John, from (y/n).” You smiled as they unwrapped it together. They pulled out a small onesie.

“It’s for the baby.” You said smiling brightly. “Do you guys like it?”

Mary turned to you. “Oh, (y/n). We love it!” She came over to hug you.

John said, “Thank you (y/n). It’s a wonderful gift.”

You picked the next box. “For Sherlock, from John and Mary.” You smiled at the couple as you unwrapped the present for Sherlock. You pulled out a hat. You laughed. Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked at the hat in disgust. You smiled at Mary, “Thanks guys.” You looked at John and mouthed, “I’ll make him wear it.” The next present was for Mrs. Hudson, from John and Mary. It was a nice pink shawl. John and Mary had given you a nice coat that matched Sherlock’s. The presents from John and Mary were all wonderful. Next, it was your turn to give everyone presents. You had already given John and Mary their present so you gave Mrs. Hudson hers. Sher pulled out a blouse, a skirt, and a pair of heels all matching the same royal blue color. “Thank you, dear.” She said smiling at you.

“Of course, Mrs. Hudson.” You said, matching her smile. Then you handed Sherlock his present. He opened it and was surprised to see a brand new blue scarf.

“Thank you very much, (y/n).” He said looking over at you.

You smiled at him, “Anything for you, Sherlock.”

Mrs. Hudson seemed to be ready to bounce out of her seat. Sher quickly handed everyone their presents. Your gift was a nice jumper. “Mrs. Hudson, did you knit this all by yourself?” You inquired.

“Yes I did.” She said quite proudly. Sherlock’s was a fancy suit.

“Mrs. Hudson, where did you get this?” He asked.

“Oh, it was from a real fancy shop. I know you have a lot of suits, but this one just seemed to pop to me. It would look perfect on you. I mean you have all black suits; you never wear blue. I thought it would look real nice on you.”

“Thank you. I like it.” He said cautiously, as if his words might offend her. Everyone looked around. There were no more presents to be opened. Everyone looked expectantly at Sherlock. They didn’t seem surprised, however. They soon all packed up and left, save for Mrs. Hudson, who had gone upstairs. You started to clean up the trash on the ground from the presents. Sherlock watched you carefully, studying you. You had finished clearing all of the wrapping paper from around the tree when a little twinkle from under the tree caught your eye. You reached a hand under the tree and felt a box. You pulled it out. It was a small box covered with shiny silver wrapping paper. Carefully you turned it over, ‘To my dear (y/n), from your Sherlock,’ it said in fancy writing on the wrapping paper. You turned to Sherlock and he gave you a smile. “I didn’t want you to open it in front of everyone.” He said smirking at your surprised face.

“Here, I thought you were a pompous jackass who was too good to get anyone anything.” You commented, joking lightly. Sherlock only rolled his eyes.

“Open it.” He said. “Before I change my mind and return it.”

“Now I know what you meant when you said you were in your room, ‘wrapping things up’. You meant it literally, that you actually were ‘wrapping something up’. Gosh, you are clever.”

“I know.” He said, sarcastically. “Now open it.”

You excitedly ripped off the wrapping paper. Inside was a black square velvet box. You gasped in surprise. It was from Tiffany’s. You traced your fingers along the velvet on the outside of the box. “What is it?” You asked Sherlock, looking over at him. He only smiled mysteriously.

“Open it and see.”

You opened the box to see the diamond necklace you had been drooling over for a long time every time you passed the window of Tiffany’s. “Sherlock! You didn’t have to get me this.”

“I actually did. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how every day when we walked past the store you looked longingly and lovingly at this necklace. I read John, I can read you too.”

“Sherlock! This is just too much. I-I” You were at a loss for words. You looked down at the box and noticed there was another, much smaller, box inside. You picked it up. “Sherlock… What’s this?”

He stayed silent. So you took the box carefully in your hands and opened it up. Inside was a beautiful diamond ring. You gasped. “Oh my. Oh my gosh.” You looked up at Sherlock. He smiled mysteriously.

“I see no need to get on one knee and all so I’ll just say it. Will you (y/n) (y/l/n) the most beautiful and clever and kind and funny person I have ever met and also my favorite human being in this entire wretched world, agree to be my wife?”

“Yes, Sherlock. Yes of course I’ll be your wife.” You stood up to hug him and as you hugged you noticed a small green plant hanging on top of Sherlock’s head. You smiled. As you pulled apart from the hug you pecked Sherlock on the lips.

“What was that for?” He questioned.

“Tradition.” You responded with a smirk.

“I hate tradition.”

“Is there anything you don’t hate?”

“I don’t hate you.”

You smiled softly. “Hey, don’t get soft on me now Mr. Holmes.”

“I won’t Mrs. Holmes.”

The End

anonymous asked:

Hey guys...Im really down atm, can you two tell me a cute story to cheer me up or something? Hope you dont mind... love you a lot

Draco: Okay, so you know our cat Severus? The black one?

Harry: The one that looks like a minion of Death Himself?

Draco: The one with the prettiest green eyes in the world?

Harry: *hurt* Hey! What about my green eyes?!

Draco: *deadpan* Are you seriously jealous of my affection for our cat?

Harry: *grumpy* He only likes you. He absolutely hates me.

Draco: He does not hate you - he’s just wary; the poor thing roamed the streets as a kitten, can you blame him?!

Harry: I don’t blame him! I love him despite the way he looks at me, like he wishes I’d die so he’d have you all to himself.

Draco: *laughing* Okay, so I was going to tell you about how we got around to adopting him. We were walking home one night and we saw him being thrown around in this filthy alley. The poor thing was being bullied by these other huge cats–

Harry: *impassively* He was literally just playing with three other kittens– his own siblings, I’m willing to bet–

Draco: They were bigger than him–!

Harry: It was a bunch of kittens gamboling around, Draco–!

Draco: *impatiently* Whatever! So, Severus sort of came forward when I called out and I petted him for a few minutes–

Harry: While indirectly hinting that he wants to adopt the whole litter–

Draco: *bitterly* And Harry, of course, immediately refused; he literally never lets me have anything I want–

Harry: *speechless gaping*

Draco: So then he dragged me away and Severus followed us home, the darling–

Harry: And for the next few days I kept seeing the little thing lurking around, always hissing at me–

Draco: *slyly* There’s this thing you don’t know about - I was feeding him everyday. You never realised.

Harry: *exaggerated gasp*

Draco: *suspicious squinting* 

Harry: *pointed look*

Draco: *eyes widening* Oh fuck, how did you find out?!

Harry: I Floo’d back home one day ‘cause I forgot my wand and there you were, cooing at a very familiar looking black kitten while it sat on the kitchen counter eating out of Cleo’s old bowl.

Draco: Oh my god, you sneaky arsehole!

Harry: *grinning* Oh, I’m sneaky?!

Draco: Is that why you so casually came home one day saying we might as well adopt that ‘scary kitten’ that’s always hanging around?!

Harry: Well, you were so cute with him, the way you called him a ‘mini-Harry’–

Draco: *shutting his eyes* Nooooo–!

Harry: Which is why I promptly named him Severus - I’ll never be as scary as that cat. *spots Severus glaring at him from the sofa chair* Will I? Come here, you creepy little bastard. 

Draco: *chirps softly* Come here, Sev, come here, darling– *picks up and cuddles the glossy black cat that immediately slinks over to him*

Harry: *loudly* See?! He never comes when I call him! *scratches Severus’ ears anyway*

Draco: *exasperated* Oh my god!

(You can see Severus, as well as their other cats, here! And I hope you feel better soon, love! ❤️)

(And thank you @o0o-chibaken-o0o! ❤️)

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Bts reaction to you having cute ass moans. 

 Okay, so, I’ve decided to do a short one because I haven’t got much time to update, and it also seems like the shorter ones the other admins do are more popular. Hope we can receive your feedback! 

 Rapmon: 

Originally posted by allforbts

 This is his domain. His world. Literally, “I love your moans." Inside, he would be like, "Holy shit her moans are dead cute omg my soulmate." 

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Open Ending | R.M.

 imagine requested by @ladyannikki

Summary: In which you get paired up for a project with Reggie friggin’ Mantle, and you just so happen to witness the duration & the aftermath of the scene in 1x02

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I Hate You, I Love You | Montgomery Dela Cruz x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: It’s the first time I’ve ever written and posted an imagine for someone else other than Zach! But this was requested so, I hope you guys like this too. Warning: things kinda escalate quickly lol. Enjoy!

Request: Uhhhh maybe a Monty x reader love hate fanfic?

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Taking AP Chemistry was both the best and the worst. I do enjoy it, but it really is too much work sometimes, just like now. We were told to make a research paper and I thought that I could use my free period to get started, so I went directly to the library.

I picked up a few Chemistry books and made my way to the large table at the back of the library, away from all the students. I liked my alone time. As I turned page after page, a tall figure pulled the empty chair in front of me and rested his backpack on top of the table. I looked up from my paper and see Monty, who had his face buried in his folded arms, while his head rested on his backpack. He was sleeping.

“Hey. Wake up.” I whisper at him and he doesn’t move.

“Wake up, we’re not allowed to sleep here!” I whisper once again and he still doesn’t budge.

“This is a no-sleeping area! I’m going to get in trouble because of you!” I whisper-yell at him and kick his shin and he jumps up with an irritated look on his face as he furrowed his eyebrows at me.

“Mind your own business will you?!” He snarls at me and I huff in annoyance.

“If you want to sleep, then sleep somewhere else. Don’t do it here, I don’t want to get in trouble when you get caught.” I reply.

“Why do you think I chose to sleep here? The librarian can’t see. Dumb dumb.” He says and I was caught speechless by his remark. A little hurt, if I were to be honest.

I shut my mouth and let out one last sigh to express my shock and disgust at his behavior. I just can’t wrap my head around him. One minute he’s as sweet as candy, and the next minute he’s just plain mean and arrogant. It has always been like this with Monty. He’s like Marmite, you either love him, or you hate him and I don’t exactly know where I stand just yet.

I continue writing my Chemistry paper, and once and a while I’d find myself stopping to take a look at the guy sleeping in front of me. He looked so vulnerable like that; his ears turning red, probably from the heat in the library. It was a hot day, and the air conditioning in the library wasn’t on full blast. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, his nose twitching from time to time, probably because of a dream. His pink, plump lips were slightly apart as warm breath escaped his lips.

The sound of the bell awakened both him and I as we jump back into reality. He got up, swung his backpack on his right shoulder and proceeded to walk out of the library on his own. He didn’t even have the decency to wait for me as I placed my notebooks inside my bag. I shook my head and continued to walk out of the library.

—–

The next day

Monty, Justin and I were on our way out of our Peer Communications class to meet our friends in the cafeteria for lunch when I had a sudden craving.

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First Kiss: Jaemin

MASTERLIST

Anon: first kiss with jaemin please👏🏼👏🏼💕💕

Anon: Idk if can even request this but could you do Jaemin for the first kiss series soon? Sorry you can’t it’s cool!

Anon: IDK IF THIS IS HELLA RUDE TO SAY OR REQUEST BUT I JUST WANNA TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE ALL OF THE FIRST KISS SERIES AND HOW YOU SHOULD TOTALLY MAKE JAEMIN’S SOKN BECAUSE YOU KNOW JAEMIN BUT I DONT MEAN TO COME ACROSS AS PUSHY OR ANYTHING, JUST A SUGGESTION. SORRY

Thank you for requesting! I really hope you like this because I think it’s the best one I’ve written in the series :’-) good writing is very rare for me so I’m just uysaibhdisbidhsa - anyway enjoy! Also this was written for @jaeminnana and @jaeminniemouse because well, it’s obvious lmao 💕 💕 💕

Originally posted by zeusmayo

this gif literally fits in so perfectly with this scenario like ???? you will see what I mean when you read it my heART


  • So your first kiss with Jaemin would literally be your first kiss ever
  • And you weren’t even dating at the time
  • He was just your childhood friend, who had grown from the awkward and shy child he was to this confident and handsome teenager
  • Although you were complete polar opposites, you remained close friends throughout those changing years
  • And although, Jaemin had become a guy who was easily irritable and a little bit too cocky for his own good, you couldn’t help but fall for him
  • Of course you’d never tell him this though, god no
  • He already had a line of girls falling at his feet and swooning at the fact he was an idol and a student, and you weren’t intending on joining that queue any time soon
  • Little did you know that Jaemin felt the same way
  • Unable to resist your awkwardness and easily flustered self, he only just  managed to keep his feelings in check and only admire you from afar
  • You never realised how he stared at you whenever you spoke, or always slid his arm around your waist whilst you were walking, nor did you notice how he always spoke to you in a sweet and calm voice (even when he was teasing you) unlike how he usually spoke to everyone else
  • It definitely came as a shock to him when he suddenly blurted out one day: “Jaemin, how are you supposed to kiss someone? Can you show me?”
  • The question was innocent and laced with the obliviousness of affection for you, but to Jaemin, who literally choked when you said this, it came as a huge shock to him
  • You were both both studying at his house, sitting quietly next to one another as you tried to revise for your upcoming test
  • For a while now, your mind had been occupied with thoughts of only Jaemin
  • Maybe it was just teenage hormones or maybe it was just you realising how much you really really like Jaemin, 
  • But your heart couldn’t help but flutter every time he said your name or smiled at you
  • Having little experience in love or relationships would be something Jaemin always teased you about and would jokingly use it against you too
  • But his heart would melt at your question
  • He’d internally coo and sigh, cursing the universe for making you so adorable and innocent and yet still having the ability to make him feel all kinds of things in just a few words
  • Gulping, he leaned back of his chair looking at you seriously with an eyebrow raised
  • “Uhmmm, Y/N, shouldn’t you be asking someone else that? Like, I dunno, one of your girlfriends?”
  • “What? No! I’m not kissing them!”
  • Your eyes widened slightly, and you gasped at what you had just said
  • You had basically just asked him to help you by showing you - in literal terms too
  • Jaemin would chuckle at you, grabbing your hands and giving them a shake as if he was trying to get you back to normal
  • “Oh, c'mon Y/N. Not having your first kiss yet, it’s not that big of a deal. Let’s-let’s just carry on with this work yeah?”
  • He’d smiled at you sympathetically
  • It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help you, to be honest he had always wanted to kiss you
  • But that was exactly the problem - because he wanted to kiss you anyway, he didn’t want to change things between you or make things awkward
  • You eyes dropped and you forced a smile, blushing with embarrassment for being turned down
  • Even if he wasn’t going to show you, you really wanted to be told how to do it
  • “Please Jaemin? I don’t want to embarrass myself when I actually kiss someone I like, I just need some tips….”
  • Your voice started to get quieter and you cursed yourself for thinking that he’d agree and saying something as bold and weird as that
  • Watching as your shoulders slouched and your mouth twitched, a sign of yours he had noticed that you’d do whenever you were uncomfortable, Jaemin frowned, feeling a little awkward and guilty at your state
  • Quietly you’d hear a sigh and “fine then” and see him jokingly roll his eyes
  • Almost immediately you sat up straight a smile on your face, thankful that he had changed him mind
  • “So the first thing you need to know about kissing, is that you only do it when you’re married and in love okay?” - Jaemin & a slap from you
  • “Jaemin!” “Sorry, sorry okay!”
  • He’d turn his chair to face you onwards, gesturing that you do the same, and then moving closer to yours and pulling your chair between his legs slightly, so you were closer to him that you were expecting
  • In his head, he’s literally yodelling screaming with joy and his heart is racing, but on the outside, he looks chill af
  • You on the other hand, are doing a cRAP job at hiding your nervousness - you’re sweating and panting and red as hell
  • “I don’t really know how to explain this but…look I’ll just show you and you, you can see, yeah?”
  • His voice is low and deep, as he laces one of his hands with yours rubbing your fingers with his thumb warmly
  • Not trusting your voice to speak for you, you nod cutely, smiling at him fondly
  • His hand still laced with your fingers, he strokes your cheek with a finger
  • His fingers trailing fire over your too-sensitive skin, tracing the line of your jaw and the hypersensitive place by your ear
  • He bent closer to you, now close enough that you could feel him shaking a little bit as if he wasn’t sure if you would change your mind or push him away
  • But he didn’t realise how caught up you were in the moment
  • Giving you a shy smile, he untangles his hand from yours and slides his arm down to the small of your back and pulling you closer to him
  • When you made no sign to discourage him, he chuckled whispering “just enjoy this, yeah?”
  • You could feel his breath on your cheek and your eyelids fluttered closed at their own accord, as he closed the gap
  • His lips began a gentle exploration of your mouth, peppering soft kisses at each corner
  • “Relax - I don’t bite, Y/N”, he caresses the side of your face to get you to soften your jaw
  • Uncertain of what to do, but fully aware of how amazing it felt to have him kiss you, you unclenched your teeth and began kissing him back
  • You didn’t really know what to do or how to kiss him back well, but you could feel the sparkles in the pit of your stomach and firecrackers exploded behind your closed eyes
  • A hand cradled your head in just the right position to deepen the kiss, the kiss now turning from a short peck to show you how to kiss to a deeper, more meaningful kiss
  • His lips briefly left from yours to start their own sweet explore, touching the curve of your jaw and the Collins of your neck 
  • Jaemin’s lips were warm and soft but he soon broke the kiss, pecking you once more before leaning back at grinning widely at you
  • Both of his hands grab your hands and he plays with your fingers shyly, avoiding your gaze and smiling to himself
  • Your cheeks are burning, eyes wide in shock and you bite your lip trying to hold back from saying something stupid and potentially ruining things 
  • “I-I really liked that Y/N”
  • “Me too…”
  • A silence feel between you two, both your minds occupied with thoughts of one another
  • Eventually he looks up at you and smiles again, a hopeful glint in his eyes
  • “I’ve waited a long time to do that to you, Y/N. I hope you realised that”
  • “Wait, really? You have?”
  • “Mhmm…do you uhmmm- feel the same way perhaps" 
  • He laughs awkwardly, his gaze avoiding yours again but then immediately returns when you simply say "yes”, a bold side coming from you
  • A smile stretches across is face and he claps his hands in joy before reaching out to squeeze your cheeks and coo at you
  • “Oh yes! You’re so cute Y/N! Ooo wait, here have another kiss!”
  • Jaemin leans back in again, kissing you on your cheek to which you flushed deeply at and giggled 
  • And that was basically how Jaemin had grown from the awkward and shy child he was, to this confident and handsome teenager, and now to your idol and utterly charming boyfriend 
  • This was so cute to write omg I think I may have just swerved myself into Jaemin’s lane lmao join me in hell guys

First Kiss Series:

A zimbits Fic

Check, Please! (In the restaurant sense. Not the hockey sense)

Pairing: Zimbits

Jack Zimmermann just wants to impress his boyfriend. Too bad he tried way too hard and Bitty doesn’t really know how to handle it. It’s a good thing milkshakes fix everything.

The restaurant is gorgeous. It’s absolutely breathtaking. It’s everything that Eric expected from a fancy restaurant, but Christ Almighty it’s the most expensive establishment Eric’s ever set foot in.

“Sweetpea, you didn’t tell me it was going to be this fancy! I would have worn something nicer!” Eric whispers to Jack as their waiter escorts them to their table. Their table that Jack reserved for them weeks in advance! Jack had literally been planning this date for months and Eric was so awed by his dedication that he didn’t bother to look up the restaurant beforehand. It’s obvious now that he should have.

“You look great, Bits, trust me. I think you’re dressed appropriately. They haven’t kicked us out yet, eh?.” Jack says and the corners of his lips turn up into just about the sweetest smile Eric’s ever seen. Eric would swoon if he didn’t know that Jack was only saying that because he was trying to be a good boyfriend. Eric compares his outfit, the same suit he’s worn to every formal event since he was eighteen, to Jack’s outfit, a sleek brand-new tailored suit that probably cost 10 times as much as Eric’s. There’s really no comparison, Eric is under-dressed.

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Fork/Grayson Dolan Smut

Originally posted by graysonthealpha

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Request:  Can you do a smut with Grayson Dolan where he gets rly horny while your at dinner with your family. Ty

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anonymous asked:

For a prompt: Even and Isak going grocery shopping for the first time after they move in together. :D

YESSSS I love you anon for sending this to me. It made me smile! ahhh

“Here we are baby!” Even shouts, with his arms open wide like he is about to hug the entire store as they walk in, Isak close by his side. 

Isak shakes his head laughing “I don’t get why you’re so excited about this.” 

Even gasps “are you kidding? Isak this is our first time shopping together…as boyfriends…who LIVE TOGETHER” 

“we are literally just buying shit so we don’t die” 

Even pulls out a trolley and shakes his head in disappointment at his golden haired boyfriend. 

“this is the pure epitome of domesticity” he turns to raise his eyebrows at Isak “it’s beautiful” 

“we are buying toilet paper and milk, how is that even remotely beautiful” 

Even stopped the trolley, forcing Isak to stop walking beside him. Even looked at Isak seriously “Isak, this is the moment where there is nothing to hide. all our secrets come out at the grocery store.” 

Isak squinted his eyes “is this when you tell me you bought a puppy and hid him in the grocery store?” 

Even grinned “I wish! so does this mean you’ve thought about the puppy thing?” 

“no!” 

They began strolling down the aisle again. after getting bread, milk and eggs, Isak looked over at Even 

“Evi what did you mean about the supermarket revealing our secrets and bringing us closer?” 

Even smiled and brought his arm around Isak while driving the trolley with one hand, down the next aisle. 

“Okay so for example, you like milkshakes right?” 

Isak jerked his head back amused, “um yeah but what does this have to d-” 

“What syrup do you like?” 

“um vanilla?” 

“VANILLA?” 

Isak opened his mouth, offended “what the hell is wrong with Vanilla?” 

“um can you get more basic baby?” 

Isak put his hand on his hip “okay mr. ‘I am so incredibly meaningful and complex and too cool for vanilla’ what’s your flavour?” 

Even smiled “Lime.” 

“Lime??? yuck Even” 

“what I like something that is both sweet and sour.” Even smiled and grabbed ahold of Isak’s neck before kissing his cheek “just like you baby.” 

Isak stuck his tongue out “shut up. Not even you can make lime syrup romantic.” 

Even raised his eyebrows “didn’t I?” 

Isak rolled his eyes. “anyway what was the point of this?” 

“we just learnt something about each other. And now we know whenever we need to get syrup, we have to buy the lime and vanilla flavours.” Even reached over and picked up the syrup bottles. Isak didn’t even realise what aisle they were in. 

“Oh you’re smooth” Isak said grinning and shaking his head. 

“can you imagine? when we’re old and married with 30 kids-”

“just 30?” 

“80 children and 150 grandchildren-” 

“well christmas’s are going to get crowded” 

Even grinned “and we will need syrup, so when we go to the store, we won’t think, we won’t discuss, or write it down. We will just know. that we need vanilla and lime.” 

Isak smiled fondly at the boy standing in front of him, finding something magical in milkshake flavours, he had never loved anyone as much as he did in this moment. 

Isak leant over and took the bottles “Isak and Even, Vanilla and lime. I like it” 

Even reached over and ran his fingers through Isak’s hair. “Told you the supermarket was a magical place.” 

“now next on the list is spices.” Isak said looking down at the list he made on his phone. “Chilli?”

Even smiled and winked at the man of his life “always chilli” 

Isak was going to love grocery shopping. 

Safe & Warm

Summary: Just an insight into your relationship with Bucky. Based on Colbie Caillat’s Bubbly.

Word Count: 1,436

Contains: Excessive amounts of fluff.


Originally posted by enochianess

Bucky stops in his tracks, making Steve retrace his steps back to the flower shop. Bucky is admiring flowers and he grins. “Didn’t know you were into flowers now, Buck.”

Bucky scoffs, digging his elbow into Steve’s ribs. “Shut up. They’re not for me.”

“For Y/N?”

“They remind me of her,” says Bucky.

Steve smiles at him. Bucky is happy, he is actually healing from everything and is smiling more often than not and it makes Steve want to run back to the tower and find you, hug you as tight as he can.

“Buy her the flowers,” offers Steve.

“Should I?” Bucky’s forehead is creased and Steve laughs softly.

“Yeah, she’ll love them, man.”

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OKAY, OKAY, EVERYONE GO REWATCH THE LATEST EPISODE STARTING WITH THE SNOW X KILLIAN SCENE BC I’VE GOT SOME IMPORTANT SHIT TO SAY AND THE SEQUENCES OF EVERY SCENE IS BEAUTIFUL, IT’S BEAUTIFULLY EDITED AND I’LL TELL YOU WHY.
READ CAREFULLY AS YOU (RE)WATCH EVERY SCENE, I’M NOT MISSING A SINGLE THING. 

From the second Snow kinda wakes him up with her words (with ”She has waited a long time to find the right person with whom to share her life”, Snow’s joy about their engagement and the whole “villains can get happy endings” thing bc of what happened with the EQ), SNOW LIGHTS HIM A FLAME OF HOPE.
IN THAT MINUTE, KILLIAN DECIDES THAT HE DOESN’T NEED TO TRAVEL, HE DOESN’T NEED NEMO, HE DOESN’T NEED THE NAUTILUS.

The next scene is Emma coming home. She kinda looks HOPEFUL, her eyes are literally full of hope because she expects to see Killian at their house
SHE-EXPECTS-IT
.
And then, look carefully, she’s paying attention, she needs to hear some sound that indicates his presence in the house.
(there’s not, but she feels that something is NOT OKAY. SHE FEELS THAT HE SHOULD BE AT HOME, AND HE’S NOT THERE. SHE’S FEELING IT.)

RIGHT THE NEXT SCENE IS KILLIAN TALKING TO NEMO. IT’S KILLIAN TELLING HIM THAT HE’S GOING BACK TO EMMA.
BUT SHIT HAPPENS AND THEY’RE SUBMERGING. FUCKING GIDEON FUCKing EVERYTHING UP.

bUT, GUYS, GUESS WHAT????? Right after the scene where the Nautilus is d i v i n g d o w n, there’ Emma again LOOKING AT THE WINDOW IN HER DOOR. SHE LOOKS LIKE THIS:

You can tell by her face and her way of breathing -like a tiny gasp- (go rewatch!) that she did notice something. She needed to look at the window because something was happening, she kinda was feeling he was coming back but he’s not and “what the fuck is going on here!?!?!?

aND RIGHT AFTER THAT TINY SECUENCE THERE’S THIS:

She looks sad af. She looks hopeless and discouraged. She kinda feels that he literally left her (he physically did it, although he didn’t want to). Killian left her. Left their home.
So she turn off the lights:

With that, symbolizing their house is actually a lighthouse. And the lighthouse works as a coastal reference and as a warning for sailors, serves as a guide.
The edited all these sequences in that order for a reason.
What is the point of leaving the lights on when her sailor left SB, right?

But also this scene means that something went out in her with his leaving. She can’t be fully happy if he’s gone (”hello, darkness, my old friend” sounds in the background)


My point is that Emma has felt something, by the way the video is edited. She felt he should be here, she kinda felt when he was literally gone, she just doesn’t realize at all, but the timing between both scenes fits with everything. 

TRUE LOVE, BITCHES.