i love when he does this with his nose

“Are you ready to go?” Jack asks, waiting by the front door and Bitty comes out of their bedroom. 

“Yep,” Bitty replies, smiling happily as he holds up their grocery list. “I was just adding a few more things to the list,”

Jack can’t stop himself, smiling teasingly as he says, “What, we don’t have enough butter already?”

Bitty rolls his eyes, shaking his head with a grin. “You’re not as funny as you think you are,” Bitty tells him, reaching up to give him a light flick on the nose. 

“You know I’m hilarious,” Jack says, his nose scrunched up adorably and Bitty doesn’t think it’s possible to love the man more than he does now. 

“Sure thing, Rock-lord,” Bitty replies, gigging at the loud groan that Jack always gave when that name happened to pop up. 

The apartment door is locked and the two of them make their way down to the front entrance of the building. As soon as they’re outside, Jack suddenly stops and Bitty turns to look at him, confused and a bit concerned. 

“Jack, are you okay?” Bitty asks, and Jack stays quiet for a moment before reaching out. Bitty doesn’t stop him when Jack entwines their fingers together, in fact, he squeezes back when Jack’s grip tightens ever so slightly. 

“We can hold hands in public now,” Jack says, sounding a little in awe, and Bitty immediately remembers two nights ago, when they revealed their relationship to the whole world. 

Around them, no one even gives them a second glance as people go about their daily lives and it feels so incredibly good. It feels so amazing and so goddamn freeing that Bitty releases a few pearls of laughter, his smile so wide that his cheeks begin to hurt. 

Jack’s grin is the same, his cheeks flushed with happiness as he gazes down at Bitty. 

“We can hold hands in public now,” Bitty repeats, and Jack’s grin turns into a warm smile as he leans down and presses a light but sweet kiss onto Bitty’s lips. 

They can hold hands in public now.

Some thoughts: 

  • Yuuri leaning against Victor in the morning while brushing their teeth. 
  • Yuuri kissing the love bites on Victor’s collar because they still neck like teenagers. 
  • Lazy movie and makeout sessions on the couch that seamlessly switch between making out and watching the movie. 

  • Yuuri whistling when Victor bends over on the ice. Victor then striking a pose while sticking his ass out as far as possible. Yuuri whistles again. 

  • Victor can’t sleep without his hand on Yuuri’s butt it’s a medical mystery. 

  • Yuuri holds Victor’s tiddy a lot. He just does. Victor digs it tho…

  • Victor loves nose kisses? Whether it’s his nose or Yuuri’s he doesn’t care? It’s a thing. 

  • “I love you.” “I love you.” “But I love you!” “Ugh? I love you???” 

  • Their foreplay is literally the other staring dumbstruck at how beautiful their husband is before kissing the words into the other’s skin. 

  • “Let’s make love tonight.” “We always make love.” “Exactly.” 

He really does…

Originally posted by sukiiieee

I really love his smile, and I do mean LOVE

Originally posted by trainingpanda

Just look at that beautiful smile

Originally posted by minpoong

His smile is so precious, I love this dork way too much

He’s going to be the end of me….

Originally posted by lefantasy

(Sorry it’s so blurry) Look at his beautiful smile, his beautiful eye smiles, and the beautiful crinkles that he gets on his nose when he smiles. He’s just perfect

When I met him
I just knew
Knew that this was different
It’s like we had known each other
Forever
There was this comfort
That I had never felt before
Not even with my last boyfriend
When he wraps his arms around me
And kisses my nose
My heart just fills with so much love
He calms my always hectic mind
It never shuts off
But it does for him
We may not always agree
But my trust and love never falters
My heart is at complete peace with him
—  Chapters from my life

20+ Jealous Louis Fics:

In a twisted turn of events, Louis finds himself posing as the brother of his fiancé, Harry, for an annual company retreat.

Did he sign up for this? No.

Is he doing it anyway? Yes.

Can they actually pull this off? Probably not.

Louis isn’t someone who Harry thought he could ever be with, and Louis never thought he’d break his rules for anyone.

Sometimes being wrong isn’t so bad after all.

AU. In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee. And everyone else is around, too.

AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends.

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So everyone remembers when I did the sketch sheet for Vaega, right?(I like to think I’ve gotten better)

Meet Bonny Brixton, A little guy with a strong love for frills and all things cute. He’s a peppy cat with a strong accent and one of the quickest ways to his heart is with a piece of candy (and maybe a nice compliment).  He’s cheeky, a little childish, and sometimes shoves his nose where it doesn’t belong, but he means well. There’s seldom a time when there isn’t a smile on his face, and thus it sometimes seems like his tail is always curled and swaying in the air with approval. Along with his appreciation for sweets, and cute stuff, He is BEYOND enthusiastic about music and dance and the people who make those sorts of things their job.

When I first got to planning for Bonny, I pulled from a few different things, such as a really depressing graphic novel I read a while back (lol), and Queenie from the film, “Mythical Beasts and Where to Find Them”. (Don’t even try to tell me she wasn’t the fucking sweetest woman alive.) Also this song.

Regarding origins, I’m thinking some odd part of the star that has yet to be disclose to the WoL, such as Ivalice or some-such. (Bite me, I’ve seen all of you fools retconing for Storm Blood)

As for the feminine way he dresses, its simply a taste hes acquired over the years and it has little baring upon his integrity as a person; he’s still a young man with hopes and dreams and a healthy interest in love, he’s just more open to the idea of finding it in unlikely places.

You might make note that the common ‘tear drops’ on Miqo’te males are only visible on some sketches, and its quite deliberate- As someone who idolizes the feminine form and look, he’s come to see them as a very masculine trait to have, and thus makes use of cosmetics to cover his own.

That’s about all I have on him thus far, but you can BET you’ll be seeing more of him. Until then, here, have a fully rendered Bonny. *GUN FINGERS*

BTS reaction to you falling asleep in their arms

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Seokjin

Nuzzles his nose into your hair and whispers sweet things in your ear.

Originally posted by jjks

Yoongi

His arms fall asleep and he keeps telling himself that he will wake you up in five minutes but he never does.

Originally posted by mn-yg

(I love this gif so much)

Namjoon

He smiles his special soft little smile and takes a picture for when they are on tour.

Originally posted by ksjknj

Hoseok

Hoseok is asleep one millisecond after you because he loves cuddling so much. You only wake up when you hear the maknae-line’s loud fake gagging.

Originally posted by mean-suga

for real tho, he would be the one to fall asleep in your arms.

Jimin

Minnie would be star struck at the sight of you sleeping in his arms. He doesn’t have it in him to wake you up so he stays and tells the others to be quiet.

Originally posted by http-bangtan-sonyeondan

Bonus: when he falls asleep too

Taehyung

Tae would kiss every inch of your face he could reach and take some pictures for good measure.

“Aww~~~.”

Originally posted by jeonthegreat

Jeongguk

Is amazed by the sight of you peacefully asleep… until his arms start to fall asleep and he starts to consider throwing you off the bed to stop the tingling in his arms.

“Ironman, give me strength.”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

-Admin Krümmel 

Sore Loser

Prompt: Armed with new words you’ve memorized from the dictionary, you were determined to break Lin’s winning streak in Scrabble.

Pairing: Lin x reader

A/N: Inspired by Lin’s recent interview where he used the word ‘rigmarole’.  I hate him.



You stood at the threshold of Lin’s office, hands on your hips as you waited for him to notice you.

He was sitting on the ground, laptop resting against his legs, custom-designed Hamilton headphones in his ears, and phone in his hand. His eyebrows were knitted together, his gaze focused on the screen as he typed.

“Lin,” you call, patience running thin.

When he cackles at something he read on his phone, you roll your eyes in annoyance, knowing that he was on Twitter. Deciding that you couldn’t wait any longer, you cross the room and stand in front of him.

It takes him a moment to realize you were there.

He gives you a sheepish smile. “Hi.”

You hold out your hand, tapping your foot impatiently.

With a groan, he surrenders his phone to you. “Really?”

You glare at him. “Yes,” you say, tucking his phone into your back pocket so he didn’t have any more distractions, “so get up.”

Lin laughs and sets his laptop aside. “You’re never going to give up aren’t you?”

You cross your arms and huff, mumbling not-so-nice things under your breath.

“I’m sorry, what was that Y/N? Did you say you were a sore loser?” he coos, standing up.

“Zzz isn’t even a real word!” you snap, the anger that you’ve suppressed from your Scrabble game with Lin last week rearing its ugly head at his comment.

“According to the Official Scrabble Player’s Dictionary, it is,” he retorts haughtily.

“And Za? What the hell is a Za?” you screech as you stomped to the kitchen, anger building as you remember his winning play the week before last.

“It’s what they called pizza in the 80’s. Duh,” Lin laughs, pressing a kiss against your temple before he sat down.

You glare at him across the table. You really weren’t the competitive type, nor were you the one to hold a grudge on someone.

But damn it, how the hell did Lin manage to beat you at Scrabble every week?! Every week! When you thought you were close to winning, he’d play some stupid word that you’ve never heard of that would let him win by a landslide.

Rigmarole.

Gherkins.

Syzygy.

It was ridiculous. You were so sick and tired of losing to him. You spent all day flipping through the dictionary, studying and memorizing words, ignoring his teasing when he realized what you were doing.

“Just accept it, I’m a genius,” Lin grins, grabbing the bag full of tiles, “I know people that agree with me.”

You snatch the bag from him once he finishes picking out his letters. “Your mom doesn’t count, Miranda,” you seethe.

Lin throws his head back and chortles, his laugh ringing throughout the apartment. “So it’s going to be that kind of night, huh?”

You play the word ‘quiz’, scoring you twenty-two points, and then give him a long look. “Just shut up and play, Lin.”



You stared at the board, eyeing your options.

All the tiles were gone and you knew that this would be your last turn. You were only winning by ten points, so you had to make sure you played it smart.

You could play the word ‘zoom’ for fifteen points, but then it would open up the triple word score slot. He’d definitely take advantage of that and win.  Or you could play it safe and play the word ‘green’. But then it’d only earn you six points…

“Tick, tock,” Lin sings, drumming his hands against the table.

You ignore him, breathing deeply through your nose as you decided to play it safe.

Lin hums, pretending to think before he lays down his last word.

You watch him with hawk-like eyes.

M-A-R-R-Y-M-E

“Marryme,” you say, glaring at him as you stood up, “do you really think I’m that stupid? That’s not a real world!”

“Y/N…” he starts, but you cut him off.

“I totally challenge the play!” you exclaim, getting up to grab your phone from the counter. “I shouldn’t even have to Google it, but…”

Your words die on your lips when you turn to see Lin kneeling before you, a velvet box in his hands.

“Y/N,” he whispers.

You gasp when you realize what he meant.

“Marry me,” you say, voice shaking.

“You’ve been with me since the very beginning,” Lin clears his throat, his voice getting thick, “and I can’t imagine living until the end of my days without you. Will you marry me, Y/N?”

Oh my god.

“Yes,” you breathe, tears clouding your vision.

Lin scrambles up to his feet and you dive into his embrace, arms locking around his trembling body. You bury your nose against the crook of his neck and sob, completely overwhelmed by your love for him.

When you finally gather yourself together you pull away from him. He smiles, dries your tears, and takes your left hand to slide the ring on your finger.

“I love you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss against the spot where your ring lay. His smile gets bigger when you cup his face and pull him down for another kiss.

You draw back, eyes still closed as you rest your forehead against his, a very important question nagging your brain.

“Does this mean I won?”

Lin groans.

“Technically, it wasn’t a word,” you explain as he intertwined his fingers with yours, “and if you did play ‘marry’ or ‘me’, it wouldn’t have been enough for you to win.”

You let him tug you to the bedroom as you droned on. "So I won, right?”

“Hush, future-wife-of-mine,” he murmurs, pushing you up against the wall of the bedroom.

You whimper when he gives you a bruising kiss, silencing your protests. His hands reached for the hem of your shirt as he peppered kisses down to your neck.

“As if I’d let you win so easily. I still had letters to play ‘zyme’,” Lin says against your sensitive skin, “and if you really wanted to get specific, you’d lose by twelve points.”

You let out a sharp exhale when his hands trail up the curve of your back.

“If you behave, maybe I’ll let you win next time.”

anonymous asked:

Can you possibly write about what would have happened if Snow hadn't come in when she did? I'd die happy!!

omfg anon I WASN’T PLANNING ON WRITING THIS because flkjhlkj i have so many things i should be writing (and also i have work today that i’ve been putting off) but like… i get it cause that scene fucking ruined me too, so here you go, have some porn with feelings. aslkjhs.

the scene (kitchen table sex with no interruptions) – AO3
~1800, explicit, obvs

“To hell with the pancakes,” is a sentiment that Killian wholeheartedly agrees with. He much prefers the taste of her tongue and the smell of dried sweat and lingering morning sex on her skin to anything else right now. And, it seems, she has nothing on her mind now either, aside from consuming his groans of pleasure and sliding her deft, teasing fingers across the back of his neck, down his shoulders, his chest, his tense abdomen, all the way there, where he is alive and awake and quite ready for another go at it.

He loves kissing her, always has; she’s a hell of a kisser and she knows it. Though he may have a few more centuries of experience, she’s managed to master the art in her short decades on this earth. Push, pull. Tongue, teeth. Wet lips, plush and pliant, with a gentle ease even when forceful and wild. He could drown in her kisses, although he has, in fact, been resuscitated by them once before. (Whatever excuse she’d had about that “CPR” nonsense had been just that: nonsense. It was definitely the press of her lips that saved him, of that he is entirely certain.)

It’s the combination that does him in – her mouth on his and her hands massaging him through the jeans that he wished he hadn’t even bothered putting on this morning. He can’t stand it, is too revved up and desperate for her that he couldn’t care less about anything else.

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Don’t Say Anything (part 8)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: oh shit.

A/N: I’m thinking about getting my nose pierced. Do and of you have a nose piercing? Does it hurt?


“You weren’t joking. He really is oblivious.” Pietro laughed as the two of you walked into Big Daddy’s.

“I told you.” you laugh with him, finding a booth near the window and sitting down.

“That’s insane.” he shook his head.

Your laughter subsides as Angela, a waitress you’ve come to know, comes around to your table. “Hey Y/N. The usual?”

You smiled and nod. “Yep.” you imagine the cup of the vanilla shake with oreo cookies and your mouth waters.

Angela writes it down and looks over at Pietro before a confused look comes across her face. “Where’s Bucky?”

You bite your bottom lip. “He was busy. This is Pietro, he’s one of my best friends.”

Angela turns to Pietro and shakes his hand. “Well, any friend of Y/N’s is a friend of mine.” the blonde smiles at her. “What can I get ya, hun?”

“Umm..” Pietro scans over the milkshake options before deciding. “I’ll have a strawberry milkshake.”

She writes it down on her little notepad and nods. “Alright, coming right up.” she turns to walk away.

“Angela, wait!” you exclaim, fishing out the coupons Bucky had given you. “Here.” you give her the two coupons and she looks them over before nodding.

“I’ll be right back with your order.” she smiled, waving the coupons around. You watch as she disappeared into the back before turning around.

“She’s nice.” Pietro says and you nod.

“She’s usually working when Buck and I come here. That’s why she knows me.” you explain. Pietro nods.

“So, if things go as planned, I’ll be going home soon. Bucky looks like he’s breaking each second he sees me with you.” he sighed, leaning back with a smile.

You roll your eyes. “You’re so sure of yourself.”

“You just don’t believe in me.”

You scoff. “I’ve liked him for years and I’ve waited for a hint that he may possibly like me back but there isn’t. Sorry if I don’t have enough faith in me to believe that you can give me that hint.”

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” he smirked. You roll your eyes at your friend just as Angela comes back with your milkshakes. You thank her and pull out two 20 dollar bills.

“Oh no, no, no, no.” she shakes her head as she backed away.

“Angela.” you say, pulling her back to you by her apron.

“No Y/N, you do this all the time.”

“This job pays shit, Ang.”

“Y/N, no.”

You roll your eyes and stuff the money into her pocket with a smile. “Take care of Nathan and yourself, alright?”

Slowly, a smile spreads across Angela’s face. “Thank you.”

You shrug. “Just call me your sugar momma.”

Angela laughs as she walks away and you look over at Pietro who was smiling at you. “What?”

“What you did was nice.” he says.

You tuck your hair behind your ears. “She needs money to support her and Nathan. I just wanna help.”

“Who’s Nathan?”

“Angela’s son.” you state. “He’s two years old. The dad left her when he found out she was pregnant so she’s been on her own and this job doesn’t pay her enough so I give her money.”

“Well that’s really sweet.” Pietro grinned.

“She’s my friend.” you shrug. “I like helping my friends.”

“If I wasn’t gay, I would so date you.” he says in the most serious tone he could muster up.

“But you’re not gay.”

“Oh, right.” he hummed. “You’re just not my type.”

You playfully glare at him and he laughs. “I’m everyone’s type, excuse you.”

“True.” he nods. “I just can’t seem to keep my hands off you.”

Pietro reaches over the table to touch your arm and you laugh. “That’s because you’re a clingy piece of shit.”

Pietro smiled. “Also true.”


Bucky closes his door after the elevator doors closed. He scoffed and ran his fingers through his hair, moving to sit down on his bed. “Can you believe that ass?”

“Who, Y/N?” Nat questioned. “You better not be calling my best friend-”

“No not Y/N. I would never call her that.” Bucky cut in. “I’m talking about Pietro.”

Natasha rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath as Bucky continued.

“Who the hell does he think he is? I bet he thinks Y/N likes him.” he scoffed. “News flash, she doesn’t. And she never will. I know that for a fact.” he thinks back to how Pietro smirked at him before entering the elevator. “He’s so fucking annoying, flirting with Y/N in front of me, tryna get a rise outta me. Pathetic.” the brunette rolls his eyes. “I could have Y/N under my arm if I really wanted to. Show him not to mess with me.”

Bucky almost forgot that Natasha, his girlfriend was sitting right beside him until she spoke. “Oh my god. You like Y/N.”

He snaps his head towards the beautiful red head and stumbles over his words. What the fuck was he thinking, saying that shit in front of Nat? What the fuck was he thinking, saying that shit period!

“Oh my god.” she repeats, this time with a scoff. “You do. You like her.”

Bucky finally finds some words to say. “No I don’t.”

“It’s obvious that you do.”

“Well I don’t.”

Natasha stands up and folds her arms across her chest. “So how long have you liked my best friend?”

Bucky, frustrated, pulls at his hair. “I don’t like Y/N.”

“Bullshit, James. Tell me the truth!” she raised her voice.

“I am telling the truth, Natalia.” he spat back.

The red head rolls her eyes at the soldier. “You were just having a mini rant about how Pietro was flirting with Y/N in front of you and how you could easily have her under your arm.” she says. When Bucky stayed silent, Natasha scoffed once more, gathering her stuff and opening the door. “Talk to me when you’ve figured out your feelings.”

Bucky flinched when the door slammed shut and he laid back on his bed. He closed his eyes and lets out a deep, long sigh. He was more confused then ever. All this time he’s seen Y/N as his best friend but now seeing her as a love interest confused the hell out of him. Did he like Y/N?


A/N: Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck tell me what you think :))))

TAGS ARE CLOSED BC I CAN’T KEEP UP WITH THEM LMAOOO

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Arms

Late at night.

They’re both exhausted by not only the events of the day, but the orgasms they’re both currently coming down from. It doesn’t help that she’s been horny since the minute she woke up this morning, and Harry has only just now been able to finally give her exactly what she’s been craving.

But it’s late. The dim lighting of the room doesn’t help things at all. Both know that it’s very much time for sleep. But when Harry tries to get up, she clings to him.

She clings to him when he comes back seconds later with a fresh pair of underwear and a t-shirt for her, and a pair of boxers for him. She clings to him the moment she’s dressed, even though he’s still wiggling into his boxers. And the minute the lights are off, she’s practically glued to him.

He smiles, feeling her swing a leg over his hips and curl into his side. She presses velvety soft kisses to his neck, which is still a bit sore from where she’d been sucking not an hour ago, and he sighs. He can feel his whole body relaxing into the bed while his arm tightens its grip around her. He tilts his head to catch her lips with his, and they stay like that for a long moment. When he pulls away, he can only see her outline but he knows she’s smiling. He bumps his nose against hers. “We should sleep now.”

“Nooo,” she whines, pulling him even closer. “No. I don’t want to yet.”

He laughs softly through his nose. “What is it that you want then?”

“Hold me.” She says it so innocently, quietly, and gently that he’s almost afraid he could break her if he moves.

But of course he’s going to hold her. He reaches his other arm across his body until it finds her curled up against him, and now she’s wrapped in both of his arms. They let out a little sigh together. “Something wrong?”

“No no,” she says, shaking her head. He can feel her eyelashes against the skin of his chest, and it’s melting his heart with every blink. “Just want to be held. I love this feeling. Love your arms.”

He smiles. “My arms love you too.” She lets out the softest of giggles at that, which only curves his smile more. “Really, they do. I like holding you.” And it’s true. He does. He loves having her in his arms at any time during the day but especially at night, when she’s teetering on the brink of sleep just like this. He likes knowing she feels safe enough to fall asleep on him. Warm enough. And it’s a good feeling knowing that his chest is more comfy, more appealing to her than her actual pillow.

She gives him a tiny squeeze across his torso. “Are you sure? Doesn’t it make your arms go all tingly?”

And yes. Harry will admit that sometimes cuddling has its downfalls- such as his arms falling asleep beneath her head or him waking up with a mouthful of her hair. But he loves it regardless. So he shakes his head. “No. S'fine.”

She wiggles a bit, brushing a cold foot against his calf and letting out another yawn. “Good. I’m comfy.”

The words are music to Harry’s ears. He’s admittedly pretty comfy himself. He gives her a squeeze. “What’s got you all snuggly tonight?”

“Dunno.” Which is a lie. She and Harry both know she gets quite cuddly after an orgasm. Some nights more than others. Like tonight. “You’re good at snuggling.”

“It’s a requirement,” he says matter of factly. “Read it in the Boyfriend Handbook.”

She giggles, a bubbly little sound now, and he can tell she’s rolling her eyes. “You’re a dork.”

“Hey now. You’re the one who asked to be held. I can roll over.” He wiggles just bit, as if he’s going to let go of her, but she squeezes him even tighter.

“No. Don’t even think about it.”

He chuckles, kissing her head and reaching up to stroke her hair. “You’re adorable.”

“So are you. And your arms smell good. Did you know that?”

And for some reason, Harry becomes painfully self aware at that. Why do his arms smell good? He’d showered that morning but still, it had been a long day. Plus sex made him a bit sweaty, and she’s curled right up under his armpit. “Do they? Are you sure? What do they smell like?”

She laughs, kissing his chest and nodding. “Yeah. I promise. I’d tell you if you they were stinky. I probably wouldn’t be curled up in them if they were. But yeah. They smell like… you.”

Her words warm his heart, even if he doesn’t quite know what she means. “What do I smell like?”

“Like….” She takes in a deep breath through her nose and hums. “I don’t know. Like you.” Which still doesn’t explain anything, but Harry does sort of understand because she’s got a natural y/n scent that he adores. (And he may or may not have slept with a few of her t-shirts she’s left at his house for that exact reason.)

Now he yawns. He doesn’t mean to, but it comes out. She kisses his jaw when it stretches out, and he can feel her smiling. He lets it all out in one breath. “Sorry, love. M'getting sleepy.”

“Me too. It’s okay.” She unknowingly brushes her foot against his calf again. “Are you comfy?”

And in truth, Harry thinks that he’s never been comfier in his life. “Of course. Are you?”

“Mm,” she hums. “The comfiest. I love you. A lot.”

He can’t help but squeeze her, lingering his lips against her forehead then and just holding her. She’s sweet. She’s soft, she’s warm, she’s adorable…. she’s the love of his life. “I love you too.”

It isn’t long before she’s out, the smallest of snores escaping past her lips. If Harry wasn’t so tired he reckons he could stay up and just listen to her sleepy noises for hours. But her body is warm against his, and she’s so soft that it’s lulling him to sleep faster than he intended.

So with one last kiss goodnight, Harry shuts his eyes and goes to sleep, hoping that he can spend every night for the rest of his life with her in his arms.

Yes, but what if? (Yoonmin masterpost/prompt)

Okay so a few months ago I read this fanfiction. In a few words IT WAS THE BEST YOONMIN FANFICTION I’VE READ IN THE ENTIRETY OF MY LIFE. It’s based on real events and the only thing I can say is that ever since I read it my brain is convinced that this actually happened between Yoonmin. If you haven’t read it I insist you do.

This fanfic describes how Yoonmin were in love since they met but hadn’t realized it until the period Yoongi had written/recorded First Love. The writer (Hello, by the way, if you are reading this! I hope you don’t mind me promoting your awesome work. I asked for permission in your comments, but if you have a problem just tell me and I’ll take it down.) bless them, talks about how the rest of Bangtan found out Yoongi and Jimin were in love before the two of them did. If I continue I probably won’t stop. So please read it! Especially if you are a Yoonmin stan.

So as I said, my fantasy world is set in a reality where this actually happened. And in this reality, (also in the fanfic, according to the time it’s placed in) Yoongi and Jimin got together on the day Yoongi recorded First Love. So that means that in this picture

they have just begun dating. *Reminder: This is all happening in my brain. I have formed my own reality. Nothing is true* Okay so, because  my brain needed more of this story, I began putting real events into this fantasy world in a way that would seem like the two are actually together. Do you get me? Like, I’d watch/read whatever happened on twitter or in Bangtan Bombs, having in mind that the two of them were actually together. I’m weird I know. I hope I’m not the only one who does this, or else it’d be really awkward. Here are some of these moments.

*Credits to the owners*

I’d watch these and think that when they were filming this, they were actually together. It made my heart flutter every time. Again I hope other shippers do that too.

So, because I needed to convince my self that this fantasy world really existed, I began making audios, writing fics, drawing fanart based on this world. I wanted to make something like Behind The Scenes moments that didn’t actually exist. I hope anyone out there can relate. Yoonmin has taken over my life and it’s the only thing that occupies my mind ever since I read that fanfic.

During this period I’ve come up with the following. It’s more of a prompt for a fanfic. It’s extremely stupid but I can’t help my self.

*ALL THE FOLLOWING ARE FIGMENTS OF MY IMAGINATION! NOTHING REALLY HAPPENED!!*

So Yoonmin supposedly got together some time in August. Suga’s mixtape was released around that time (correct me if I’m wrong), but the songs were written long before. Here’s a fanfic that fits this story line. Then their WINGS comeback was in October. During that time Yoongi and Jimin were still exploring this new territory.

Their first time was some time in early November.  

And the talk was in early December. I’m shit at writing fanfics but I’ll try my best to explain what was said during the talk. It went a little like this:

Yoongi and Jimin were lying on the couch in their dorm living room at night chatting about different things (because in reality that’s what Yoonmin loves to do with each other)

when Yoongi said.(for a second time that night)

“I can’t imagine my life without you” or “I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with you.”

Jimin sat in silence for a while, scrunching up his nose (in that cute way he does) in confusion.

“Hyung, are you proposing?” he asked looking up at Yoongi. Yoongi was confused by the question but then said something like:

“I know we can’t get married in Korea, but if we could would, you marry me?” or like “I know it’s impossible because no1 we are idols no2 no one knows about us(*supposedly they hadn’t ‘come out’ to the rest of BTS, despite the fact that BTS knew they’d end up together before them*) and no3 we live in a country where marriage between men is not allowed, but lets say non of these were in the way. Would you want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

And then Jimin kissed him softly and ran his fingers through Yoongi’s black hair.

“Of course I’d marry you, Yoongi. I love you way too much. And even if we can’t get married, I’d still want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter what.” And they kissed again.

They exchanged gentle kisses for a couple of minutes until Jimin pulled back and said.

“Yoongi? I think we can.”

“What?” Yoongi asked, a little light-headed from Jimin’s kisses.

“I think we can get married. I have an idea.” Jimin said.

So Jimin explained his idea, that being them going to the United States for their Wings Tour and getting married there. They’d do it in private, just the two of them and a witness *they later decided on RM, because no1 he was the leader and deserved to know, no2 he wouldn’t judge them(none of the boys would but those were Jimin’s insecurities talking) and no3 he could speak english so they would be able to communicate with the people there*. They’d do it on their second day in New Ark, NJ, in the morning before they started getting ready for the concert. When I tell you I did research for this I’m not kidding. I literally looked up ‘how can gay couples get married in Newark?’. I don’t even know what I’m doing with my life anymore.

“No one has to know. We won’t cause a scandal, because no one will find out. We’ll tell management that we went out to get coffee or whatever. We’ll just go and sign the papers. And in the future, if marriage gets legal back at home and we can be who we really are without fear, we can actually have a ceremony there.” Jimin said.

Anyways, during the next week they did their own research, filling out marriage license applications, talking with Namjoon (RM told them that they all knew and would all be present that day). Everything was settled before they left for the tour. They had even booked the appointment with the center.

Then I got inspiration and created this, which happened during their stop in NY before heading to Chile. During the rest of the tour they were pretty much occupied with rehearsals and sleep. They got the same room in hotels and, even though they were really tired every night, they always kissed each other good night and whispered a ‘saranghe’ before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

So as I said, this is all in my brain. I know it’s fake and I know that ‘of course Yoongi and Jimin aren’t getting married in real life and you are stupid for thinking it can actually happen.’ That’s what I told my self a week ago and I had almost forgotten about it, when Day 2 of the Newark concert came around and I saw this:

The photo was taken after their concert on their second day in Newark.

Then I noticed the ring on Jimin’s finger.

Jimin’s been wearing this ring for quite a while now, but the fact that it was on his fourth finger and the fact that Yoongi

had the same one on his fourth finger got me going crazy. Of course it’s a coincidence but I can’t help but think of this other reality. I’m mean, yes nothing’s real, but what if?

Anyways I wanted to share this, because

1. I wanted to know if anyone else in this world had the same thoughts (please tell me, I want to know)

2. I am Yoonmin trash and just can’t help it.

3. I hope someone writes a fanfic about this.  I’d do it but I can’t write. And if you do let me know!

4. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life anymore…

Anyways thanks for reading! I hope I didn’t tire you. But then again if I did you wouldn’t be reading this now. ;)

Have a wonderful rest of the day!! And enjoy this married couple.

Credits to the owners of the pictures.

anonymous asked:

Heh the Convention one. Poor Stiles is so confused as to why everyone is treating him with the same reverence they're showing Peter when he's just an average Beta (who sure sometimes sleeps with Peter but so what) but then he finds out everyone thinks he's the Alpha Mate and he laughs about it with Peter only to realize Peter's not laughing with him but is instead regarding him with a very smug smirk. S: Why didn't you tell me we were mates? P: I didn't want the power going to your head dear.


They’ve been at the Convention for three days when it all comes to a head. Peter is on his way back upstairs–he booked a room, but was upgraded to a penthouse suite at no extra cost–when the elevator doors ping open and Stiles bursts out into the hallway. He’s wearing his board shorts, a faded t-shirt, and one of the resort’s ridiculously overpriced fluffy robes. 

“Peter! Help!” he gasps, diving behind him just as the next elevator in the row opens and the hotel manager steps out. 

“What have you done, Stiles?” Peter asks in an undertone, fixing a pleasant smile on his face as the harried-looking manager moves toward him. 

“Stole this robe,” Stiles mumbles into the back of his shoulder. “And a fruit basket. And champagne.” 

Peter smirks. 

The manager hurries closer. He’s holding out a basket. Truffles, if Peter’s nose isn’t mistaken. And of course it rarely is. 

“Alpha Hale!” the manager exclaims. “I’m afraid there’s been a terrible misunderstanding!” 

Cowering behind Peter, Stiles meeps. 

“You know,” Peter agrees. “I rather think there has.” 

He steps aside, leaving Stiles blinking owlishly at the manager. 

The manager steps forward, holding out the basket of truffles. 

“Look,” Stiles says. “I’m really sorry, but it was all right there, right beside my pool lounger, and omigod, please don’t charge me thousands and thousands of dollars for a bathrobe. Even if it is as soft as fluffy clouds.” 

The manager looks startled. “Mr. Stilinski, these are complimentary.” 

“Excuse me?” Stiles asks, his mouth dropping open.

“The hotel traditionally provides gifts to the mate of the Alpha,” the manager says, faltering slightly. “It is a way of marking our respect.” 

“Oh.” 

The manager thrusts the basket of truffles forward. 

Stiles takes it, his nose wrinkling. 

“It’s his first convention,” Peter says, and puts his arm around Stiles’s shoulders. 

“Oh,” says the manager. “Shall I have some more champagne sent up, Alpha Hale?” 

“That would be very much appreciated,” Peter tells him, and the manager excuses himself and heads back to the elevators. 

“Omigod,” Stiles mutters as the doors shut behind the man. “They were trying to give me this stuff?” He wrinkles his nose. “So I wasn’t actually stealing it?” 

“No,” Peter says. “I’m sure they were terribly confused when you ran like a startled racoon caught going through the trash.” 

“I thought they made a mistake!” Stiles exclaims, and then huffs out a laugh. “Although they did, right? Me, your mate!” He snorts. 

Peter raises his eyebrows. 

Stiles really does turn the most lovely shade of red. “Holy shit. I’m your mate.” 

“Yes, sweetheart,” Peter tells him. “Did all the fucking not give it away at all?” 

Stiles gasps and clutches his basket of truffles to his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have been bullying hotel staff and servers and Derek for months! Peeeeter! “ he whines. “I could have had whole collections of these weird smelly fungus things! And all the champagne in the universe!”  

Peter leans in and presses a kiss to his temple. “I didn’t want the power going to your head, dear.”

“I’m going to be a diva!” Stiles announces. “You just wait! I’m going to develop obscenely expensive tastes! I’m going to be a fucking Kardashian, just you watch!” 

Twenty minutes later he’s on the phone to the hotel manager asking if he can swap his basket of truffles for chips and soda. Peter, lounging on the bed with a champagne flute in one hand, laughs. He’s surprised Stiles held out as long as he did. 


No. 48 I love you

Summary: 100 banging kinks for Bucky’s 100th birthday! 

 I love you. (Bucky x Reader)

Warnings: smut oral (f receiving), dirty talk (ish) fluff mega fluffy
Word count: 1750 (give or take)
A/N: My first story on here and it’s smutty whooo. Thank you @bucky-plums-barnes  for the opportunity 

Please leave feedback and comments as it’s my first fic on here and I’m mighty nervous!  Aye Carumba!  And also, apologies for errors.  I didn’t have time to thoroughly check grammar etc.  



11:50pm. 

Barely made it.

Y/N looked for his apartment number and buzzed.  

Seconds ticked away in what felt like eternity, until the light in the upstairs window came on, painting the apartment in hues of orange and gold.

“Yeah,” Bucky responded over the intercom, his voice tired and faint.

Y/N took a deep breath, nervous with the reality of having to answer. 

“Who is it?” He asked sternly this time.

“Happy Birthday” 

The buzzer, pronounced and loud meant she could enter. 





Bucky opened his apartment door shocked to see Y/N  soaked to the bone. Her body visibly shaking from the cold, her lips pale with a hint of blue.  He couldn’t help himself as he pulled her to his chest and hugged her.  His heart weeping when they touched.  

"What are you- what are you doing here? Why didn’t you call I could have- I  would have-” the words dying in his throat. None of it seemed to matter anymore.  Why get caught up in the logistics of their meeting he thought when what mattered, as he caressed her cheek and stared into her eyes, was that she had made the effort to be here, with him as his birthday ended.

And so, Bucky kissed her.  Quick fevered kisses to her cheek, chin and lips for the weeks he had gone without her lips and and knowing it would never be enough he cupped her face in his hands and finally kissed her deep in a dizzying assault compounded out of frustration, relief and love.

Y/N melted under his loving assault and answering the call of his spirit, she greedily kissed him back. Not caring that her lungs burned and she desperately needed air.

Bucky lifted her, wrapped her legs around his waist and still kissing, he closed the door with his foot.  

Sexual Hunger pawed at the base of his belly demanded instant gratification. To lay her down right there on the hard cold floor of his hallway. But Bucky knew that would only result in a quick fuck and so, in an exercise of self control he had decided to take the torturous walk towards his bedroom. Rationalising to himself that If he could make it to his bedroom, then perhaps, he could pace himself tonight.   

Using what little will power he had, Bucky carried her towards his bedroom as his lips unwilling to leave hers for the briefest moment, stroked the fire between them.  Unseeing and uncoordinated they bumped into the sofa, only for him to turn her against it, their kisses strained and desperate. His metallic hand gripped the back of his neck pulled her closer, needing to be closer yet it still wasn’t enough.

Y/N started to slip, her wet body sliding down his frame and Bucky determined, hoisted her higher, remembering his purpose he stumbled onward like a drunkard, feeling out the steps of his hallway until his fingertips brushed cool moulded wood, the door frame to his bedroom.

He wasted no time in laying her on the bed, his weight crushing her as their tongue danced against each other.  His fingers found the buttons on her shirt and he tried to undo them without paying them attention, but the task was futile without removing himself from her arms or her lips.  Y/N gasped, as she felt a succession of forceful tugs and the ripping of fabric, her buttons popping in triumph.

Bucky pealed the wet fabric from her skin, bringing forth goose bumps that begged for his touch. Slowly, he kissed her shoulder but his longing for her could no longer be contained and unashamed he licked the length of shoulder and collarbone tasting a sweet mix of rain water and the salt of her skin.

Y/N groaned and held on to his face, awed by his pupils dark with lust and his lips swollen from their ministrations.  He had never looked more handsome or vulnerable or horny for that matter. She smiled at the sight of him. Her nose gently brushed his, “I love you,” she said breathlessly. 

Bucky is stunned by her words, so stunned in fact that he does not reply, his brow is furrowed and he looks confused and Y/N smiles regardless.  

“It’s okay.  You don’t have to say it back.  In fact, I wasn’t banking on you sayi-” But her words are cut short as Bucky’s lips crashed onto hers in a searing hot kiss. He kissed her with all the passion he had felt for her and when he couldn’t breathe anymore,he dragged his lips away and pressed his forehead against hers. 

“I love you too”  Bucky whispered with a smile.

His confession is food to her soul, and Y/N  found herself sighing in relief, her heart swollen with feelings she couldn’t make sense of or quantify.

“You love me?” 

“I knew I was in trouble the minute I laid eyes on you.” he confessed, his voice is coarse, just like his thumb now tracing her bottom lip.  His eyes trail her face lingered now on her lips,  “I knew it the moment we spoke.. do you remember what you said.  What you called me?”

“I can’t for the life of me remember.” she smiled coyishly, knowing full well what she had said.

”You called me an asshole.”  Bucky chuckled, as he unbuttoned her pants and pulled the wet fabric from her legs. Once free, his fingers held on to her panties and she shifted, lifting her hips, giving him permission to take them off. Their eyes locked. Their breathing heavily laboured.

“But it doesn’t matter does it.” His fingers pulled down her panties and threw it aside.   

“Because you. love. me.”  The words stemmed proudly from his lips.  His hands, both flesh and metal, traced the length of her calves, they paused at her ankles, opened her legs for him.

“With all my heart Buck, with all my heart…”   Y/N mewed as he settled between her thighs.  Entwining his arms around her legs he pinned them apart, he licked his lips at the meal laid out before him. 

Already heady and drunk on her scent, his nose became flushed with the the curls of her public hair and then slowly Bucky licked her wet aching core.  He shuddered when he heard her moan as he slowly licked her slit.  The fingers on his metallic  hand divided her pussy lips apart until her clit stood out pronounced, greedily he sucked pulled and teased it, forcing the most beautiful noises from her lips.  He wrote his name with his tongue over and over, he marked his territory by sucking softly at first then harder, only to delve his tongue inside exploring her inner walls.

Not able to get enough Y/N  greedily placed the index finger and middle finger of his other hand into the warm velvety interiors of her mouth and sucked.  Her moans, vibrating off his fingers became a tool to predict just how close she was. 

She took deep breaths, her back arching and then collapsing only to rise again and this time more determined and strained, as Bucky whipped his head and tongue torrid and determined from side to side. She gasped, breath hitched, belly convulsing, her toes curled painfully. 

Y/N was close.  God, so close, that Bucky knew just a flick of his wrist or a change in movement would send her sharply over the edge.

He stopped.  He pulled away denying her release and Y/N laughed in shock and bewilderment.  "No, no no- don’t you dare" she said, breathing hard, but Bucky unnerved and unmoved by her threats, stared at her, his eyes hooded with hunger, while he leisurely sucked on his fingers, enjoying her taste.

Whimpering her fingers moved to her clitoris in desperate need to end her torment and he shook his head.

“Don’t.” His words firm and deep was not a request but an order.
Arresting eyes, strong as steel, light as day, watched her as he took off his shirt, he made slow work of unbuttoning his pants. He can see her visibly shaking, her lips trembling slightly and he crawled on top of her, marrying her wet warm body with his own. Eagerly she leaned in to resume their kissing, but Bucky pulled his head slightly out of reach.


He was teasing her alright and she was powerless to resist him. Right now, desperate to feel that sweet release that only he could give. She was willing to do anything, for the man she loved. Pulling her hair back,  Bucky ravaged her neck, as he wrapped her legs around his waist and positioned himself against her sopping wet entrance.

With one rough thrust he buried himself inside her.  Only for the both of them to gasp.  It took him a minute to compose himself. And when he pulled out again and thrust forward, she was a quivering mess.  He knew she wasn’t going to last long, and he was grateful because he sure as hell wasn’t going to last long either.

His pace is persistent, his thrusts are deep and brutal.  They pull gasps from her lips. They pull moans from his. The bed creaks in satisfaction from their love making and he loves the sound as much as he loves the sound of his cock entering her, it’s slick, it’s heavenly, he moans again.


His fingers intertwine in her hair as him mouth claims every part he can access. Her neck, her chest, her breasts, until, his efforts were focused on her face.

“Open your eyes” he grunted, and when she did she saw nothing but love and adoration, all of it, was for her.

“Oh God, oh  god James,” she whimpered.  His eyes are staring into her soul, as he pounds into her, relentlessly wanting to witness her undoing.

 I’m close- I’m close…Oh god, ah-“ she whimpers against his lips.

‘I know baby.. I know.”  He said, his voice soft and yet, still unrelenting, he kept up his pace, her legs are quivering, her body is shaking and he knows, she’s almost there, he’s trying desperately to hold on, but his  pace is beginning to falter.

“You gonna come for me baby? Not until you say it again.” He whispered his words punctured by each snap of his hips.   

“James - ,” she begged unable to form sentences, 

“Say it for me.  Forever and only me.“ 

“I love you.”  she choked, and he rewarded by using his metallic fingers to fondle her clit.

Y/N’s orgasm hit her with the force of a freight train until all she can see is his face bathed in white heat. Big fat tears escape from her eyes from pure euphoria.  She crumbles beneath him and Bucky lapped at her lips, absorbing her cries  “That’s it baby.  Love of my life, fuck…my one and only…. моя жена ” his voice is shaky as he continues to fuck her through her orgasm.  Her walls milking him mercilessly until he has no other choice but to cum, jet after jet of warm thick cum filling her.

Moments later, when he had rolled off of her and pulled her body close to his, languishing the feel of skin to skin and planting soothing kisses.  She raises her head a little curious. 

“You said something in Russian when we were making love.   What did you say?”  

Bucky kissed her softly and smiled,  “That’s for me to know and for you to find out soon enough.”

She’s not you

Originally posted by sparklingnifflers

Prompt: A lot of people wanted insecure reader so here we are! 


    This is for all the insecure girls whether it’d be physically or emotionally.


         Their laughter filled the air creating a stone in (Y/n)’s chest. She sat at the table her sketches strewn across the table, yet she was unable to concentrate. Her thoughts kept returning to the two sitting in the living room. The jokes and small talk were stones set to weigh her heart down. Every moment it got harder and harder to listen. 

          (Y/n) couldn’t understand why this was affecting her so much. Newt was hers, not Tina’s. Yet as the two continued to joke around, something stirred inside (Y/n) that made her sick. It felt like the old butterflies had turned into wasps that seemed to tear at her stomach.

           She felt her eyes starting to burn the sign that tears were on their way. So she gathered her things and quietly exited to her temporary room. She set her belongings on the desk before plopping down on the bed. Something wet trailed down her cheeks as her chest seemed to tighten.

            Why was Tina so great? Why couldn’t (Y/n) be just as good as her? Well to (Y/n) it was obvious…. She was beautiful and (Y/n) felt that she wasn’t. She only had dull (E/C) eyes and greasy (H/C) hair. She had a lot more scars than Tina. She was socially awkward and could never word anything right it seemed. (Y/n) couldn’t blame Newt if he did fall in love with Tina.Tina seemed to have everything.

              “Oh, Sweetie…. None of that is true….”  (Y/n) jumped slightly at Queenie’s voice and quickly wiped her tears away. She looked away trying to ignore how her body shook from trying to contain her sobs. “Stop reading my thoughts Queenie,” She whimpered.

                Queenie’s eyes softened and she sat in front of (Y/n) giving the girl a sad smile. “Sorry, Sweetie…. It’s hard to ignore you when you’re hurting,” She stated. (Y/n) felt the tears rising again and struggled against the urge to gasp for air. “Queenie, please… Just leave it alone.” Queenie wrapped her arms around (Y/n) sighing slightly. ‘(Y/n) there is nothing wrong with you…. Newt’s not going to leave you…”

                  (Y/n) felt something warm slipping down her cheeks and a small whimper came from her. “How do you know Queenie…” She snapped slightly, fear rising through her at the thought. Queenie pulled away a knowing look on her face. “(Y/n) I may not know…. but I know someone who does.”

                    Queenie stood up and went to the door and for a moment (Y/n) was confused. That’s when she realized who she was talking about. “Queenie don’t you-”

                    “Newt sweetie will you come in here?” (Y/n) felt her heart stop as she heard Newt excuse himself from Tina’s presence. Her heart hammered in her chest as if it was trying to break free from her ribcage. 

                      Newt walked in with his signature smile across his face. “Hey, Queenie what’s-” Newt stopped the moment he saw (Y/n)’s face. Her eyes were filled with tears and were already puffy and red. Concern filled his eyes and he was instantly sitting in front of her. His eyes scanning her face and his hands holding her cheeks. “(Y/n) what’s wrong?”

                       Seeing him seemed to break (Y/n). She started sobbing as she hugged him tightly. Her heart aching with every sob that wracked her body. Newt was taken back having never seen her like this before, but soon he was mumbling soothing words in her ear. “Shhh it’s alright I got you…”

                        After what seemed like hours it seemed (Y/n) had finally calmed down. She pulled away taking a deep breath before looking away from him. Newt’s eyes softened and he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “(Y/n) what’s wrong?” (Y/n) seemed hesitant before she mumbled, “I understand if you like Tina Newt….. She’s a lot better than me…”

                         Newt frowned. “(Y/n)…” She wouldn’t look at him tears once again pricking her eyes. “(Y/n) look at me…” He mumbled eyes softening as she finally gazed up at him. “(Y/n)… Don’t ever feel that way…. I love you and you alone.” Newt took her arms and let out a sad laugh as he slowly traced her scars. “I love every scar that you have… Cause I remember how much I worried over everyone.” Tears were visible in his eyes as he gave (Y/n) a small smile. “I love how awkward you are cause it’s the most adorable thing I’ve seen… Especially when you say things wrong.” He met your eyes and a small grin formed on his face.  “And don’t even get me started on your beautiful (E/C) eyes or your hair.” He pressed a kiss on her nose sending tears trailing down her cheek. “I love every part of you (Y/n). Tina has none of the things I’ve listed and if she does it’s not even close to you….”

                        (Y/n) smiled and for the first time in a long time, she actually felt calm. “Newt… I love you… You know that?” He let out a chuckle and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Yes, I know…. Just remember that I love you too.”

Dating Jonathan Byers would include:

-Him constantly taking pictures of you

- “please, one more, I swear”

-Sweet kisses all the time

   -Nose kisses. Can we just appreciate the thought of nose kisses

   -Forehead kisses when you’re cuddling

   -Kissing each others necks all the time because it’s your form of saying i     love you when words can’t say it

-Him walking you to your front door after dates because he’s such a gentleman

- “hey come listen to this song with me, you’ll love it”

   -you do love it every time

-buying him film for his birthday and him loving it and you

-everyone says he’d be really nervous when he finally does the sex, but I think he’d be really confident

   -he’d treat you like a princess the entire time

   -he would probably finish first the first time, but he would make sure you     finish too

-Him being nervous when he meets your parents

   -They end up loving him (obviously, who wouldn’t??)

-His mom and Will loving you

-Basically living at his house on the weekends

-Fluff all the time tbh

-Where can I buy a Jonathan Byers?

anonymous asked:

Being new to the fandom what are some of the core things i may need to know?....love your blog btw

Okay I’ve been here for a few months and I’m pretty sure I’ll miss a ton of things bc I lowkey live under punk rock and i’m an internet grandma but

-his hair is what keeps us all breathing.
-he’s a walking meme
-he’s insanely tall and we don’t know whether to be turned on by it, make fun of it or be scared.
-he works out so much he could crush your skull with his giant shovel hands.
- his lazy eye is sacred.
-he loves muffins so if you wanna lure him in just leave a muffin by your window and shawn will pop up
-he rarely swears so when he does we all collectively meltdown.
-he never tweets about social issues.
-do not bring Camila up unless you want to die.
-his nose is probably the most loved nose in the world. Everyone wants to kiss it, bite it, squish it etc…
-he has a scar from an appendectomy
-he can’t grow a real beard
-he’s a real diva sometimes
-he’s a real sweetheart sometimes
-he’s a real dick sometimes.
-and he’s from Pickering in Canada.