wine everywhere

Accidents Happen

Chris Pine x Reader 

Prompt : 1. “Here, just wear my shirt.” - Requested by anon.

Originally posted by iamtribblesome

“Shit shit shit.” You mumbled, walking to the girls bathroom, holding your shirt up, trying to keep the wine from going everywhere.

You turned the corner and immediately bumped into someone. 

“Im so sorry.” The man said, pulling you up. 

Looking into the face of the stranger, you felt your stomach flutter. You knew exactly who it was and honestly. 

“Holy crap, y-you’re Chris pine.” You stammered, fumbling over your words. “Duh, of course you know who you are.” 

He let out a chuckle, his piercing blue eyes locked with your, making your knees feel weak in the process. He was just to beautiful And even more so in person. And here you were, with a stained white blouse. Looking a mess. 

“Are you okay? Did I drop my wine on you?” He asked, looking at your shirt. 

You snapped back to reality and shook your head. “N-No.” You exhaled. “I uh, I actually dropped my wine on myself.” 

Immediately you felt embarrassed but he just smiled, thinking how cute you were to himself. 

“And I have a meeting with the CEO of the company I work for in a few minutes.” You said, feeling panicked now. 

Chris thought for a moment but came up with something. “Here, just wear my shirt.” 

“What?” You asked. “N-No, its okay, Its-”

“Seriously, just take my shirt.” He smiled, already unbuttoning it. “If I can help a damsel in distress, then I will.” 

You nervously bit on your lower lip, watching him slip out of the white button up. He had a tank top underneath. 

“I can’t take it.” You said. 

He put the shirt in your hand, and smiled. “Yes you can. It’ll give us a reason to meet up again.” 

Your stomach fluttered, and you nodded. “Thank you.” 

“Good luck at your meeting.” He winked. 

how do i let the Internet know that i dont care about honey boo boo’s mom

Code Yellow

A/N:  Thanks for the lovely ask! I thought this one would be easy to write, but it harder than I imagined. This time, my lovely writing friends jumped in with a ton of ideas on how to make the story realistic. Thank you, as always, my friends! ( @little-black-dress-24, @niallandharrymakemestrong, @melissas173, @emulateharry) I’m so appreciative that they let me hang out with them and that they share their honest opinions about my writing. They push me to be better every time. Go read their writing. You won’t be disappointed. 

I love my sister-in-law. Honestly, few people could have survived my Code Pink. Indeed, many had been ruthlessly eliminated from dating my brother early in the protocol. Plus, I’d been able to help Harry with his Code White when he was ready to propose to her. I’d heard all about the proposal once he decided she was The One, but honestly….she’s the best sister-in-law I could have asked for.

Whenever I’m bored or Michael is busy, I head over to my brother’s house, especially when he’s out of town on tour like he is now. My SIL and I get along as if we were born sisters. We laugh at the same things, and I love that she is always willing to listen to my stories about my cat or the latest piece I’m writing. Which is how I find myself at Harry’s house tonight. My little brother is out of tour with his second album; I think he’s somewhere in Asia tonight. Maybe Japan? Who knows? I can’t keep up with his schedule.

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A Mess- Mitch Marner

Originally posted by willynylanders

Ok so after some careful thought and a lot of how this should go, we’re just going to say… Enjoy!

Warning: A couple of cusses, fluff

@schmerbach201110 Request: A one where Mitch marner messes up proposing

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              You honestly thought Mitch was going to pee his pants.

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Archeron sister fluff

Anonymous said: “Fic where nesta and feyre keep making fun of elain for being embarrassed about having sex with lucien. The archeron sisters really need some more bonding moments please.”

This gets a little angsty. 

[Archeron sister fluff]

“Stop blushing,” Nesta said, taking another sip of her wine. Elain fidgeted. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. So you had sex. It’s not a big deal.”

“She’s right,” Feyre said from the other end of the couch.

“Listen to your sister,” Nesta said, tipping her wine glass in Feyre’s direction. “She was rutting around with Isaac Hale before you or I had even discovered the opposite sex.”

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So I’m a Target team member, and my store has a tendency to have multiple massive problems all at once. Back at the beginning of November, which is the start of the rainy season where I live, a massive thunderstorm started and it was pouring rain outside. I’m talking thunderstorm so loud it shakes the building, which causes every single small child to shriek and cry in unison across the store.

Then, it was just our luck to have some kid playing on an electric cart up at the front and took the corner out of a giant pallet display of wine bottles, which shattered everywhere. You could smell wine from the back of the store. So the cart attendant has to go and physically hold up the top of the pallet so the rest of the wine doesn’t come crashing down while other tm’s scrambled to clean up get something to prop the wine up.

As THAT was happening, an enormous leak opened up in the grocery section over nearly six aisles, causing them all and a large chunk of the main aisle to be blocked off. It was a fun day.

anonymous asked:

omg i was reading the bsd manga cause i hadn't yet, and after dazai escapes the port mafia basement/torture cellar/whatever it is in chapter 13 there's a panel where he's lying on a bed and there are wine bottles scattered on a table and he's like "i'll escape from the mafia tomorrow" BOI there is a whole night unaccounted for between him 'escaping' and him going back to the ADA, and he's in a room with wine bottles everywhere?? coincidence - i think NOT

HAHAHA YES ANON. At least I’m not the only one who had this headcanon of Dazai staying at Chuuyas place after their meeting. Because in the manga it really looks like there are wine bottles on the table. Also we all know Dazai wouldn’t be Dazai if he didn’t just invite himself to stay at Chuuyas. It seems to be very obvious.

However, in the anime the bottles on the table are in fact Sake bottles. That said he didn’t stay at Chuuyas place. So we’ll never know what really ‘happened’ in that night.

BUT NOTHING CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE THAT HE INVITED HIMSELF INTO CHUUYAS HOME TO PESTER HIS OLD PARTNER EVEN MORE OKAY. LEAVE ME BE

anonymous asked:

How do u think the MM characs would propose to MC?? Like an alternate version than of the game?Thank you!!

Zen:

  • Spends the day with you
  • You go on a motorcycle ride, together
  • He takes you to that one spot in the mountains that he loves.  He tells you that he wants to be able to share everything with you.  Of course, you feel the same way.
  • You watch the sunset, together, then for some reason, he moves away from you.
  • You turn around, and he’s on one knee with a ring.  Surprise!

Yoosung:

  • The first day of his job at the clinic, you both go out to dinner to celebrate
  • You both dress up nice; you’re so proud of him for finally getting his dream job
  • He orders champagne to celebrate; makes a toast
  • The toast ends up being all about you and how he loves you so much; how weird.  Why would he toast like that?  Oh, well; it’s his party; he can do that I guess?
  • You’re in mid-sip of your champagne when you see the ring at the bottom of the glass.

Jaehee:

  • once your marriage is considered legal, you simultaneously just know that you have to do it!
  • Not a proposal, so much as, “Let’s do this!”

Jumin:

  • You know that it’s coming, you’re just not sure how.
  • He takes you to the fanciest, most expensive restaurant that you have ever seen.  There’s a string quartet, full waitstaff, a bouquet of roses at the table, champagne… But then nothing happens.
  • He takes you with him during a business trip to Rome.  You go sightseeing, together.  You go to lovely bistros every day.  …but nothing.
  • Next, it’s Paris!  He kisses you at the top of the Eiffel Tower.  More sightseeing. Cafes and wine-tastings everywhere!  …still nothing.
  • You’re not complaining.  I mean, you’re tired, but your boyfriend definitely knows how to show you a good time.
  • Then, you’re spending an evening at his place.  You’ve both turned your phones off; you’re finally getting some quality time, together, away from work.  Elizabeth the 3rd is napping, somewhere.  It’s dark, out; you’ve just finished dinner, and are looking out at the cityscape, admiring the view.
  • You don’t realize he’s behind you until his arms are already around you, holding you close.
  • Whispering his adoration for you into your ear, finally, he asks you.  
  • He didn’t want to propose as Jumin: the Director, or Jumin: the Heir.  He wanted to propose as Jumin: the man who loves you most in this world.

Seven:

  • You get to his place and see a Post-It with a riddle for you on the front door.
  • It leads you to somewhere in the house, and another Post-It.
  • Eventually, you find yourself visiting all of your favourite date spots with him; sometimes the notes are on the backs of photos from the last time the two of you visited there, or a little poem based on a memory the two of you made. One stop, at a grocery store, has the receipt for the time you both bought 707 Honey Buddha Chip bags and 606 Dr Pepper bottles.
  • Finally, you end up at a local planetarium.  He’s near the display for the International Space Station, a bouquet of flowers and a little velvet box in hand.

Saeran:

  • He wouldn’t have planned it; it would be spontaneous
  • He wouldn’t think that he deserved a happy ending like a wife and family of his own; not after everything that he’s done.
  • You would have to almost die.  He would have to be reminded how short life is and that he has to make the best of the time that he has with you
  • So, spontaneously, without a ring or anything, “…marry me.  Please.”
Sweet Frustrations (M)

►Character: Winner’s Taehyun || You

►Summary:  When Taehyun needed you to help with his frustrations

►Genre: Smut; Sugardaddy!AU

►Word Count: 2, 051

I have like 5 requests to finish but I’ve been feeling down lately. So here are something for you guys to read while waiting for me. This is my backup fic, I’ve ran out of backup now so I’m gonna have to finish the requests soon.Lol. Hope you like this

You fidget on the couch as your phone keeps vibrating on your lap. Taehyun’s name was blinking on your phone screen. You glanced around to see if anyone noticed how you had gone rigid when your phone vibrated for the first time. Your friends were packed in your living room; bottles of soju and wine were everywhere as it was Friday night. Now they were all sprawled out drunk everywhere in the living room with you on the couch, a little buzzed from the alcohol. Quietly you slipped away to answer your phone. “Come out now. I need you.” Before you could even say anything, his rough voice filled your ear. “Taehyun I can’t right now. My friends are here.” The sound of his car engine rumbling quietly on the other side were the only thing that replied to you. Nam Taehyun is your sugar daddy. How you met him, was a story for another time. Right now, he is summoning for you, out of the blue made you wonder. He was never like this. He would usually notify you so that you could be prepared earlier. You tip toed to your window. Looking down, you were greeted with the view of Taehyun’s classic car, with him perked on the hood. Your heart skipped a beat when he looked up as if sensing your gaze. “Come down right now or I’ll go up.” His voice dripped with authority making you swallow. This is not a good sign. Your contemplating making him sigh upon your quietness.

He pushed away from the hood of his car before stalking towards your apartment entrance. “Y-Yah..What are you doing?” You started to panic. Looking towards your drunk friends you quickly scrambled away to grab your cardigan without them noticing. Grabbing along your purse, you scurried back to the living room. “Open the door before I barge in and fuck you in front of your friends.” You breath hitched… You felt your cheeks burn at the thought. “You like that baby girl? Shall we do it then, in front of your friends?” You could literally hear his smirk on the other end. Scampering towards the door, you quietly opened the door to reveal Taehyun in all his glory, standing at your doorway. He was dressed casual and his hair was in a dishevelled state, a sign that he had been running his hand through them countless times. You swallowed again as he smirked at you. Hanging up quickly, you pushed him out before closing the door shut. “What are you doing?” You hushed to him before gasping as he grabbed on your wrist. “Are you beginning to disrespect me now? Do you want to be punished, doll?” He hushed back at you. “N-No, I didn’t mean to…” He didn’t even wait for your answer before he started to drag you downstairs. Upon reaching his car, he pulled open the door to the passenger seat before pushing you in, rather roughly. You rubbed your wrist as you watched him get around the car to get in the driver seat, the sound of the door slammed close making you flinch. He drove off the street since he didn’t even bother to switch off the engine at first. You could see how tense he is by the way his jaw clenches and his grip tightens on the wheel. There must be something wrong at his company today. You knew he had this important meeting with all of the boards, including his father who he dislikes very much. You didn’t dare to say anything so you just sit there in silent. After a while, you looked outside when he suddenly made a left turn. Hotel? Your eyes flickered to him. Usually Taehyun would bring you back to his home no matter where you guys were. Taehyun gets off the car making you quickly mimic his action. He threw his car key towards the valet before grabbing your hand. He dragged you towards the receptionist area to retrieve his key before stalking towards the elevator.

“Taehyun…” “My house is too far, I can’t wait any longer.” Once both of you were in the elevator, you stand quietly beside him. You watched as he punched the ‘20’ button making it glow in soft orange, the VIP suit. He was still frowning, his jaw still clenched tight. His grip on your wrist was also beginning to tighten making you whimper. “Taehyun you’re hurting me.” His grip instantly loses. “Sorry…” His thumb started to rub on your wrist gently before lacing his fingers with yours. Both of you went silent, waiting for the elevator to reach the desired floor. You were also surprised that he didn’t made any move on you while in the elevator. Once the elevator dinged signalling that you had arrived, he quickly pulled you out before dragging you to one of the doors situated at the end of the hallway. He waved his card at the door lock before pushing it open. Stalking to the bedroom, he pushed you towards the bed making you gasp. “Strip.” He ordered. You swallowed, as you quietly obeyed, not wanting to get on his nerve right now. Slowly, you shrugged off your cardigan before pulling your shirt off, making your hair go wild. You proceed to take your bra off but he stopped you. Leaving your bra on, you started to unbutton your shorts, letting them fell on the floor with a thud before kicking off your shoes. Taehyung wrapped his arm around your waist before pulling you flush against his chest. Crashing his lips onto yours, he laced his fingers into your thick mane. His kiss were desperate, forceful. Taehyun pushed his body forward making you step backward until the back of your knees hit the bed. He pushed you down on the bed before crawling on together with you. Fumbling with the hem of his shirt, he pulled the fabric off before returning to assault your lips with his. Moving towards your jaw, he sucked and nibbled all the way to your collarbone making you sigh.

“Daddy..”

He growled upon hearing you whimper the word. His favourite title. It was written on the agreement, that both of you had signed, that you have to call him Daddy whenever you’re in private, just the two of you. He reached for your wrists, pinning them down on either side of your head. His lips were still attached to the column of your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. Looks like you’re going to have a lot to cover up tomorrow. Taehyun released your wrists to reach around your back before snapping your bra’s hook off. You shrugged the strap off before flinging the fabric away. Taehyun’s fingers grazed your rib before starting to massage your mound. He pressed his thumb against your nipple making them erected. You arched your back when he suddenly latch his lips onto your nub, sucking them hard. A whimper spilled out of you. You buried your fingers into his thick locks, tugging on his scalp, your lips parted as you gasped for air and your hooded eyes darkened with lust. Taehyun’s nimble fingers danced across your stomach to slip under your panties. Your breath hitched when he found your sensitive nub. He pressed a firm stroke on it making you cry out his name. Sinking his long finger into your wet core, he started a slow pace stroking your hot walls. He would brush against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you at times making you mewl at him.

“Daddy please…” Taehyun watched as you trembled underneath his touch. With his finger still impaling you, he pulled down your panties with his free hand to expose your hot core to his sight. You could feel your whole body flush when Taehyun’s eyes locked with yours; he was staring deep into your eyes. Prying your thighs apart, he dipped his head to lick on your sensitive nub making you moan while his eyes never leaving yours. The moan turned into a whimper. Your body jolted with lust as he started to suck on your clit. His name kept spilling out of your mouth until Taehyun abruptly stopped his assault on you before getting off the bed leaving you dumbfounded. Your thighs clamped together to relief the emptiness but failing making you whine for him. His dark eyes were fixed on your squirming form while he hastily unbuttoned his jeans. You could see his bulge restraining in his pants making you swallow. He quickly unzipped and pushed the heavy material down, his brief following suit. His erection was rock hard, stood proudly against his lower stomach as he started to caress himself making it more rigid. You moved to help him but he tutted at you making you stop midway. “Lay down. I need to be inside of you.” You obeyed, watching as he pulled out a packet of condoms from his jeans before tearing it open and rolling it on. Taehyun kneeled on the bed before pulling you close to him. You moaned when he presses his lips onto yours. An open mouth kiss. Your tongues battle with each other when you felt his bulbous tip at your entrance. He bucked his hip forward, sinking himself deep inside of you with one swift movement making you cry out on his lips. Your arms were instantly around his neck, nails grazing his back making him grunt. Pulling out, he only left the tip inside before thrusting back in. He keeps the pace, his hip bucking against yours as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room.

You gasp at every of his thrust, your eyes shut tightly as your puffy lips parted. Taehyun leaned away from you, grabbing on your hip to pull you down to match his pace. Your fingers gripped on the sheet underneath your head as your back curved making Taehyun went in deeper. You could feel his girth stretching you, hitting every spot deep inside of you. He grunted. “Fuck..so hot my baby.” He leaned back down towards your chest before capturing the skin of your curvy breast between his teeth, nibbling and sucking to leave a dark angry mark on them. He always manages to leave marks on your chest every time you have sex with him. By the end of it, you would have dark spots scattered on your neck, jaw and chest. Moreover, Taehyun likes it. A mewl erupted from you when he hit your sweet spot, making you arch your back deeper. His thrust had gone hasty now, signalling that he’s close. He slipped his hand down between your bodies, stroking his middle finger on your clit making you cry out his name. “Taehyun..” You felt his finger on your jaw, gripping but not hard enough to bruise. You looked at him, his eyes dark with lust as they bore into yours. “What is that baby doll?” You whined. “Daddy..please make me cum.” With that, he’s a goner. He stroke your clit again making you cry out you ecstasy. Your back arched as your orgasm ran through your vein, your finger gripped on the sheet that your knuckles had turned white. Taehyun bucked his hip a few more time before reaching his peak too with your name spilling out of his mouth.

After a few moments, he pulled out before collapsing on top of you. His damp skin stuck on yours. Rolling off of you, he lay down beside of you. After both of you had regulated your breathing, you turned towards him. Taehyun quietly pulled the satin sheets over both of you before pulling you tightly against his chest. His breath blew on the top of your head as you idly traced a circle on his back before you decided to break the silent. “You know you can talk to me about everything, right?” He released a sigh. “I know… I’m sorry that I let it out on you though.” He mumbled against your hair before planting a kiss on your head and went quiet once again. You decided to let it pass, knowing that he’ll talk when he’s ready. For now, you buried your face onto his chest; letting the sound of his heartbeat lull you to sleep.

Occasionally while pondering the absurdity of American exceptionalism – the utter refusal to consider that anyone else anywhere else has a better idea of how to run things (health care, for instance), because WE DO THINGS OUR WAY AND WE’RE AWESOME [even if we aren’t] SO FUCK THEM – I also remember how weirdly pervasive this mindset can be, at every possible level. Like, Oregon and New Jersey still can’t be convinced that people really, honestly can pump their own gas without the world ending. Two states out of 50, still clinging to this and ignoring the contrary evidence of every state that surrounds them. Or listen to any debate about liquor sales, another topic where no one in this country can agree with each other. I remember a few years ago listening to some New Yorker wringing his hands about how selling wine in grocery stores would surely mean the collapse of local wineries, outnumbered by big-box companies. Meanwhile I’m sitting here in Washington, which makes a fuckton of wine, and has sold wine in grocery stores my whole life, and local wine is EVERYWHERE, and I’m just going, “…bzuh? This is fine. It CAN BE DONE.” He would not be convinced.

America: a 200+ year experiment in herding fucking cats. Also, human nature is weird.

It’s Been, What, 70 Something Years?

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for months but you haven’t gotten around to consummating the relationship, it’s been so long for both of you… until Bucky suggests having a special night for the two of you to have your first time together.

Author: buckysplums14

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2567

Warnings: Little bit of language, fluff that ends in smut, SMUT, unprotected sex

Originally posted by thesebbystan

You sat nervously, fidgeting with your nails as you waited for Bucky to get home.  It was going to be an amazing night, but you still couldn’t help your nerves…

You had met Bucky after being recruited by the Avengers… you had always dreamed of being an Avenger, and so far things were great! You and Nat sparred together and Wanda had become your new best friend, having sleepovers and talking about boys. Steve was such a dad, giving you advice and driving you around.  Tony was a dick, but you still loved when he visited the compound because he was HILARIOUS. Bruce was so sweet and Thor was always asking you questions about women and modern American culture. 

The best days were when Clint brought his kids to the compound for you to babysit. You’d met Bucky when hanging out with Steve and Sam one night about 7 months ago, and you’d gotten to know each other pretty quickly. You’d stayed up until sunrise one night talking about your families, your fears, your goals, and your interests. You started to tease him about all his quirks and helped Sam pull pranks on him. After a month or so Bucky started coming into your room after he had nightmares and tell you the dark stories from World War II and from being the Winter Soldier, which escalated into the two of you sleeping in the same room pretty frequently to help him calm down. Before long you were training together, eating together, and practically living together.

“You and Winter smoulder seem to be getting along nicely, Y/N.” Sam teased one day at lunch, about two months in, making you blush.

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Fighting with BIGBANG pt.1

the zutter edition

author notes: contains swearing, and swag, check, swag.

[G-Dragon]

*you and Jiyong have a very passionate relationship and somehow you have ended up in an argument again… this time it’s about Jiyong working late without telling you for the hundredth time*

[GD] yah! I can’t help having to work late! It’s part of the fucking job description… do we have to do this right now? I’ve just walked through the door…

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anonymous asked:

What kind of wine do you drink in Sweden?

well the same type of wine you drink everywhere? we import like all wines we have???

esprexxo  asked:

Prompt: stiles calls sheriff's while babysitting Scott's kid because he's trying to remember the Stilinski baby rash remedy but deputy Derek picks up the phone and stiles has to justify calling the police.

“Beacon County Sheriff’s Department,” a gruff voice answers.

Stiles stops and looks at the phone in surprise, still bouncing Hannah on one hip. That…is definitely not his dad. Fuck. He must have accidentally called the station instead of his dad’s personal line. Again.

“Uhm. Hi,” he says lamely. 

There’s a pregnant pause before the voice on the other end says, “Hello.”

“Can you patch me through to Sheriff Stilinski?” he tries. He doesn’t immediately recognize the voice, but there’s a good chance he’s met whoever it is at least once. 

Another pause. “Is this an emergency?”

Yes, Stiles wants to say, but he’s not exactly sure how to justify needing his dad’s patented diaper rash remedy as an emergency. Hannah’s rash isn’t even that bad, but Scott’s been calling him every half hour to ask him to check on it, and drop totally unsubtle hints about how his mom said the sheriff might be able to help.

“Kind of,” he settles on. “Uh. What’s your name?”

There’s a huff, like the guy on the other end is losing his patience, which, rude. “My name is Deputy Hale. What’s the problem, sir?”

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Cockiness (Love It)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 5, 324
Summary: Bucky asks you to be his date for a Stark event. He promises to make it worth your while. 
Warnings: dirty talk, face fucking, language, choking, restraints, mild Dom!Bucky, 
Author’s Note: I got stood up last weekend, and the loml @rogersxbarnesx sent me pictures of Seb and Evans in tuxes to make me feel better. I got drunk, and this came to me. Dedicated to Katie since this is all her fault.

The only reason you went to Tony Stark’s latest party is because Bucky said he’d make it worth your while. You’re going to hold him to that. You don’t really like Tony. You think he’s arrogant and obnoxious, but, as Bucky’s partner, sometimes you’re forced to attend. Bucky always promises to reward you for being on your best behaviour, and it’s always worth it. So you show up. You wear the uncomfortable fancy dresses (held up by an insane amount of tape) and the heels that make you want to stab someone with them. Bucky always comes through, and tonight won’t be any different. You can’t wait to see what this evening has in store.

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my roommate has 3 of her cousins over and they’re staying the night and they’re being so fucking loud it’s annoying and also they were hanging out in the living room for hours and now they’re in her room but the living room now stinks and the air in there is so stuffy and there’s a vague smell of alcohol and there are beer and wine bottles everywhere and i just ugh. they’re sleeping in the living room later so every time i leave my room it’s gonna be so awkward so i plan on literally only leaving to shower and then not leaving my room again until they’re gone i hate this whyyyy