wine tastes like love


Request: Steve x reader where the reader is a virgin because of low self esteem & she finally decides to have sex with him? - @iknowyouwuvme

Triggers: virgin reader, low self esteem, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, after care, safe sex

Word Count: 2800+

A/N: I got a little carried away with this one, thank you for the request.

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Originally posted by ionlylikeguys

There was always something about the gorgeous blond that attracted you to him. Even when you were younger your favourite superhero was Captain America. Your parents bought you action figures and posters that you showed off with pride. There was actually a box at your parents labelled “Our baby’s first love” that contained most of it. So when you had the chance to work with the man himself you jumped.

Apparently, there was something about you that attracted Steve to you.

On your first day he spent most of him time with you. On your first date you told him how much you idolised him. And the first time he met your parents they were all too eager to show him the large box in their basement.

There only one “first” you hadn’t shared with Steve.

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You are nine and watching your best friend’s older sister throw herself into the teeth of hungry-eyed boys who call her pretty names and buy her gifts and leave her lips looking just like blood, and your best friend leans over and tells you that this is what dead love tastes like, and

you don’t think you’ve ever forgotten the way her eyes looked because you’ve grown up leaning forward, standing on your toes peering into the eyes of your parents wondering how long it’ll take for their love to turn blood red and too heavy to hold back and leak all over your white carpets, and

when you first met him you swore he smelled like peaches and honey-suckle in springtime and he made bitter summer taste like poetry and he called you his little bird but he held down your wings whenever you tried to fly and that’s when you realized he smelled like peaches but tasted a lot more like decay, and

some things get caught in your throat when you try to speak them, getting trapped in the ready-set snares you swallowed to keep all the soft words away, you’d think he can read them in the blood that spills like basement leaks from your teeth, but he kisses you like he is drinking cherry wine instead and this is what dead love tastes like.

—  This is what dead love tastes like. by r.b
a bittydex/nurseshark suggestion:
  • takes place in year 2, all pretty canon compliant for a bit
  • the fighting between dex and nursey is bad, like in canon, so chowder goes to bitty
  • bitty goes and does his mediator thing and it doesn’t really work, so instead of letting it go, chowder insists on tag-teaming the sitch
  • now, dex seems pretty wary of bitty, so chowder knows he should probably have bits go work on nursey, but chowder might have a tiny crush on nursey and might want to spend more time with him
  • maybe
  • probably

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1. Footballers in high school. Won the final match. The big match. They drink beer in Draco’s car. Harry blabbers about Draco’s hands in his drunk state. He says his lips are the best in the whole world. 

‘You don’t know that yet.‘ Draco says softly.

That night, Harry found out he was right. His lips were the best.

2. Harry is a bartender. Draco is a regular customer.Harry knows he always wants one strong whiskey, and then slows down to lighter, more expensive drinks. They always acknowledge each other by a nod.

 He seems down from the past few days. weeks maybe. ‘You alright, mate?’ Harry asks, when Draco is still sitting with his head low, even after everyone has gone.

Draco politely tells him he’s alright.

But when he staggers and falls down by the lamp post, Harry knows he isn’t.

He takes him to his cramped apartment full of paintings and books and a drum set. he keeps on apologizing for the mess. 

He makes Draco lie down.Draco confesses that his boyfriend cheated on him. ‘You’re much better without him’ Harry says.He tends to him. 

three days later, Draco turns up at his apartment in a clean shirt and black trousers, which his long hair all over his forehead. He brings Harry a cake.

They go on a date the next day.

They go up to Harry’s apartment. They kiss by his window, sitting on the couch, with just a lamp burning.

Harry tastes like beer and honey and lemons.

Draco tastes like wine, chocolate and berries.

They love it.


I’ll add more. Y’all add too!!!

school sucks btw 

Just Another (Not So) Ordinary Tuesday

Imagine meeting Jared Leto on Valentine’s Day!

Thanks @auntiemama1 for this gorgeous gif <3

“If you ask me, tonight’s just another ordinary Tuesday”, I said as I was unlocking my apartment door.

“You and your denials. When are you gonna embrace it and just deal with the fact that Valentine’s Day actually IS a holiday, and a wonderful one as well” , my sister was a hopeless romantic, she couldn’t hold in the excitement about tonight. Whereas I, couldn’t be more agitated with her euphoria.

“Oh please, some crazy people invented this so-called holiday just because they realized they could earn a fortune selling you all those fluffy gifts and stuff”, I said and threw my bag at the sofa.

Even when I was in a relationship during this time of the year I kinda felt like someone’s forcing me to express my romantic feelings on a certain day. Like, if I’m into romance I’ll do it when I want to, and how many times I want to, and not just on a certain day.

So, as others felt natural about celebrating Valentine’s day, it came natural to me to completely dis it and get annoyed by it. 

“You should really think about going out tonight and have some fun. It’ll be good for your bitter mind”, my sister said clearly frustrated.

“Thanks, but I’ll pass. Tonight’s the worst night to go out. Just the thought of all those couples being all fluffy and cute makes me wanna vomit”, I said and opened a fridge to grab a bottle of wine. 

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Awkward. Starter Sentences
  • "You’re welcome."
  • “It’s like kissing my brother/sister!”
  • “Why haven’t we ever hooked up?”
  • "You’ve got crazy-eyes..”
  • “I think I’m really in to her.”
  • “I’m surrounded by children.”
  • “It’s just really hard when someone you care about moves on before you do.”
  • "..I'm also gay."
  • “Have you read my blog? My life is a mess.”
  • “Truth is, I can’t hate someone I don’t care about.”
  • “You’re never gonna be alone, okay? You’ve got me.”
  • “In case you were wondering, I’m calling from hell.”
  • "Friends... With benefits."
  • “You don’t know what it’s like to be surrounded by all of the girls who can eat everything and do everything and they’re perfect!”
  • “You have nice abs... I get it!”
  • "I thought I was okay with seeing other people, but I'm not."
  • “As your best friend, it’s my job to embarrass you.”
  • “Figure out what you want, because I’m tired of being your secret.”
  • “I fucked your girlfriend!”
  • “Thank you for being my hero.”
  • “If you drink enough wine it tastes like love.”
  • “I don’t need your blessing, we’re not together anymore.”

Haggis with neeps and tatties, Fresh potato pancake with Scottish smoked salmon, and Seared sea scallop with spinach-cheddar gratin and crispy bacon from the Scotland Booth available during the Epcot International Food & Wine Festival.

In Media Res pt. 2

Okay, so here it is. God bless it, here it is. Shout out to @detective-rowan for letting me ramble vaguely at her about my frustrations. VERY dialogue heavy. Please be gentle to my weak heart. This is what Melpomene whispered to me. I just kept thinking of this quote from chess Grand master and Checkers champion Harry N. Pillsbury:  “Many tournaments are won before the tournament begins.”

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Candlelight (2/2)

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Pairing: danisnotonfire x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3618 (inc part 1)

Prompt (owenslilecho): Hey! Can you write a fic where you’re Phil’s friend and Phil introduces you to one of his friends (Dan) and Dan obviously checks you out? :D

“It’s great to meet you too Dan.” You reply with a smile.

He releases your hand from his gentle grip and you quickly tuck your hair behind your ear. You felt weirdly fluttery. You tuck your bag down in between yourself and Chris, but are sure to grab your phone out and rest it on your lap, just in case.

“I ordered you white wine. Phil mentioned you like it.” He says, his eyes diverting to the glass between you.

“I mentioned that months ago Dan, good memory!” Says Phil, sliding in next to Chris, opposite PJ.

“Nice one Daniel!” says Chris, winking at him and grinning cheekily. Dan smiles at him but shakes his head slightly, looking a little embarrassed.

“That’s perfect, thank you.” You pick up your glass and smile up at him, being sure to ignore Chris. Dan reaches for his own glass of white wine and raises towards you, smiling back.

“Cheers.” He says to you. “Here’s to a good night.” You clink your glass to his and he then says “Cheers everyone!” Turning his head to face his four friends.

You take this time to run your eyes over him , over what you could see above table level. He was wearing a monochrome shirt, with details of printed lace and skulls. The collar was done up at his throat and he had neatly rolled the sleeves to just before his elbows. The shirt fitted him well, and his tanned skin was glowing. You study his face as he looks across at Chris and take in his features. Wow was he good looking. Dan had beautiful brown eyes sheltered by long dark lashes. His nose perfectly proportioned and his cheekbones were high on his face, nestled below was the cutest dimple which made his smile both sexy and adorable. And his lips…. You feel yourself blush slightly. You’d almost forgotten the rest of people at the table when…

“Cheeeeeeers!” Yells Chris, raising his glass high. “Well done to Dan and Phil on a cracking tour! Still a little bitter you didn’t make it the amazing crabstickz tour is not on fire but I’ll get over it.”

“It could have been kick the amazing crabstickz tour is not on fire couldn’t it?” Teased PJ, also picking up his glass. Sophie too, and Phil holds his up with a laugh.

“Next time guys. We’ll get you all in the title.” He says. “Cheers everybody!”

“Thank you all so much for being here.” Says Dan.

A small tune flutters around the table as glasses touch together and you each take a sip of your drink. The wine was dry but sweet, and you loved the taste.

“Do you like it?” Dan asks you, he was watching you calmly, his eyes still glowing.

“Mmm”, you answer, allowing the liquid to glide down your throat. “Maybe you’ll have to order food for me too?” Dan’s lip curls at the edge, obviously proud of himself.

“I recommend the fajitas Y/N.” Sophie jumps in, setting her glass down and leaning over the table slightly to be heard over Chris and PJ who were now inexplicably making robot noises. “I don’t know what the chicken is glazed in but you’ll never taste anything better I promise you.”

“The fajitas? Sounds good to me.” You smile, opening the menu in front of you. “They do good desserts here right?”

“Yes!” Phil suddenly shouts, his head appears from the side of Chris and he grins at you. “I’m glad someone else looks at desserts before mains, see Dan it’s just not me!”

“Must just be another one of those northern things.” Dan says lightly without looking up from his menu. His fingers are twirling a fork and his eyes drift around the cream pages, studying the words. You find yourself watching his hands for a few seconds, until the fork stops. You look up at his face, to see he is staring right at you, the corner of his mouth curling slightly again.

“Um…” You mutter, quickly tucking your hair behind your ear again. You could feel yourself going red, which was weird because one, you don’t get nervous around guys and two, you had no idea why you were even staring at him. But you couldn’t help it.

Right then, the waiter appears, graciously preventing the on coming awkward silence.

“Monsieurs, mesdemoiselles, you are ready to order?” He asks politely, taking a pencil from behind his ear and touching the point against the white paper.

He takes each of your orders in turn, as it happens, four of you go with Sophie’s fajita recommendation, including Dan. Chris and Sophie order another drink to arrive with their food and the waiter nods graciously as he scribbles everything down. He then leans over and relights the candle PJ accidentally blew out after pretending to ninja chop Phil’s hand a few minutes ago.

“Merci beaucoup. Your food shall not be long.” He says in his soft french accent, before gathering up your menu’s. Just as you pick yours up to pass to him, you catch the edge of your spoon and it flicks over towards Dan, catching his fingers.

“Woah!” He laughs.

“Oh God I’m sorry!!” You exclaim, hurriedly passing your menu over the table to Phil, who kindly took it from you before you injured everyone else.

“Don’t worry about it. It could have been the knife.” He grins at you, placing your spoon back neatly where it belongs. You give him a shy smile back. His smile was perfect.

“Honestly guys, a spooning invitation already?” teases Chris next to you, nudging you slightly with his elbow. You feel yourself flush pink and glance nervously at Dan. Honestly, where had this shyness come from? This wasn’t you!

“Shut up Chris you’ll embarrass her.” Replies Dan, smiling but adding a slightly harsh tone to his voice. He folds his arms on the table and leans ever so slightly towards you.

“So tell me about yourself. If we’re roomies for the next few days I’ll need to know if you have any sociopathic tendancies.” He winks, grinning again. Goddamn.

“Um.. what do you want to know?” You ask, copying his body language by also folding your arms on the table and leaning slightly towards him, tilting your head a little as you ask. Dan’s eyes wander to your lips and then back up to your eyes.


The following few hours were filled with great food and even greater conversation. You told Dan all about your childhood with Phil and your future dreams. He asked you about the music you listened to, his eyes lighting up when you mentioned you liked the new Kanye West song. You spoke about films, TV, fashion, animals, science, places you were desperate to travel and places you had already been. Your nerves wore away with every one of his smiles. Suddenly you felt a buzz against your thigh. Your phone. You tuck your hair behind your ear as Dan reaches for the wine bottle you’d decided to order with dinner and glance down at your phone.

1 New Message 20:47
Phil Lester

You flick your head up and to the right, frowning in curiosity at your blue-eyes friend who quickly nodded towards your lap. You tap your phone under the table and your fingers brush the passcode, lighting the message up on screen.

Phil Lester 20:47
I told you you’d like him!

You smile and tap out your reply.

Y/N Y/L/N 20:47
You were correct, 10 points to Phil

Phil Lester 20:48
He likes you too I can spidey sense it…

You feel yourself blush again and smile at Phil’s reply.

Y/N Y/L/N 20:48
I should hope so, otherwise sharing a flat this weekend will be a little awkward!

You lock your phone and rest it once again on your lap, before lifting your head back up to see Dan watching you, his glass in his hand resting against his lips. The candle between you flickered wildly.

“You have a cute smile.” He says almost absentmindedly. It takes you a little by surprise.


“Sorry. I didn’t.. well I did mean it but.. uh..” He lowered the glass back down to the table and followed it with his eyes, just then you felt Chris elbow you ever so slightly, and cough gently as if clearing his throat.

“Thank you.” You reply to him.

“Bonjour, are you finished with your meals?” You hear the waiter ask, breaking your gaze from Dan’s. A flurry of answers follow in agreement and the waiter begins to gather your plates.

“Who’s ready to hit da clubs?” Says PJ, raising his hands and pointing finger guns at Phil, Chris, and then at you, winking as he does so.

“Clubs?!” Phil squeaks. “I thought it was a bar we were going to!”

“We are Phil, PJ’s joking. Although has Y/N seen your club moves?” Replies Dan, reaching down into his back pocket for his wallet.

“I don’t think so, she’s a way better dancer than me but I guess I could teach you all a few moves.” Phil says, also reaching for his wallet.

“I can’t wait for that!” You smile at him, giggling at the idea of Phil dancing to club music. The waiter returns with a small white piece of paper, handing it directly to Dan.


“Merci.” Dan turns it over to look at the total, and you watch him admirably. Your stomach fluttering a little when you take in his features once more. He nods at Phil before putting the bill into his wallet, and pulling a bunch of notes back out, handing them directly back to the waiter.

“Woah, are you paying for the whole meal?” You ask him. You knew it had to be expensive. The wine he had chosen was almost £50 alone. Sophie glanced at PJ and then back at Dan.

“Yeah Dan let us all pay for what we had it’s fair that way.” She replies, poking at PJ to pull out his wallet.

“It’s my pleasure guys, I want to pay. When we get to the bar someone can buy me a drink and then it’s all fair.” He says to her, looking over at you and winking. Wow.

“Deal.” You reply. Resting your elbow on the table and smiling into your palm.


Luckily the taxi’s were parked in a line on the street just outside the restaurant. You were all stood outside waiting for Sophie to return from the bathroom and the temperature had dropped significantly. Your hands gripped at the buttons around your neck and you buried your mouth within the material of your coat. You were stood in between Dan and Phil, who were both trying to shield you from the wind.

“Thanks guys. I’m such an old lady when it comes to the cold.” You laugh.

“You’ll have to have all the spare blankets in the spare room then, it’s always freezing in there.”

“Phil!” Snaps Dan. “She’s a guest, you can’t shove her in the freezing spare room. Plus we totally forgot to move the boxes.” He turns to you, “You can have my bed this weekend, I don’t mind having the sofa.”

“What? No. No I’m not taking your bed, I’ll share the sofa with you if I have to… I mean… shit no, that sounded different in my head..” You blunder, pressing your fingers into your forehead with embarrassment. Why on earth did you say that?! How creepy did that sound?!? You hear Dan and Phil laugh, just as Sophie returns. Phil turns to her and you all begin to walk towards the taxi, with you and Dan hanging towards the back.

“We could just share the bed?” He says suddenly.

You stop dead on the path and look up at him. Your heart suddenly beating wildly fast. Did he mean that? Your eyes search his for any kind of emotion but they just blaze back at you, illuminated by the taxi lights.

“I’m kidding.” He grins wickedly, stretching out his hand and gently holding your upper arm in a way of apology. “Was that too much?”


“GUYS! GET IN I’M FREEZING MY TITS OFF!” Yells Chris from the front seat of the taxi.

“After you, Y/N.” Says Dan, gesturing with his palm in the direction of the black cab parked in front of you. You break your stare and walk towards the taxi, taking Sophie’s hand as you clamber into the back, careful not to tread on any toes. Dan climbs in after you and squishes himself beside you. Your heart still beating at his proposal but now even more so at your proximity. He slides the door shut after him and leans back against the seat, your arm and leg against his.

“Oasis bar please mate.” Says Chris, and the taxi pulls away.

Whilst your four other friends chat away, you notice Dan is beautifully silent, gazing out the window at the illuminated London nightlife. You look at his profile for a while, taking in his features once more and decide in that moment that you really, really like him. Feeling brave, and knowing from experience its best to act on feelings, you unclasp your left hand from your right and rest it on top of your leg, ever so slightly touching he edge of Dan’s fingers. You gaze away from him and look out the other window, unsure as to whether he could even tell of what you’d done, but just then, you feel the warmth of his little finger, resting on top of your own. You turn your head back and see him looking down at your fingers, before his eyes flick up at your own. He gives you the softest smile and you feel your stomach flutter. Maybe he liked you too.

You smile back and then your eyes fall to your lap, blushing slightly and biting the edge of your lower lip. You knew, if you ever returned to London after this weekend, the reason would no longer be just to see Phil. Because Dan gave you all the reasons in the world.


Unlikely I will continue this fic as I have a billion more to write, but I really hope you enjoyed it, thanks for all your kindness! X

this was the year i tasted love like wine:
caustic love, decrepit love, love soured to piss
and vinegar,
new love, kaleidoscope love, stomach lurching
gasping, choking love.

the kind of love where i run my fingers
over the pen-marks of your old letters,

the kind of love where i shatter a glass
to drown out the need of you,

the kind of love where i kiss your cheek
and say, tell your girl hello for me.

i am planting love, tending love,
harvesting love–
however it breaks through the soil.

—  MIDNIGHT IN THE GARDEN, by jones howell
Loving you is like tasting wine for the first time.
It’s bitter, but I just can’t stop drinking you in.

He wraps his arms around me,
he burros his face into the crook of my neck.
He smells like beer,
I pretend he smells like flowers.
In this moment he loves me.

He grabs my hand,
he whispers sweet nothings into my ear,
I follow him into the darkness of his bedroom.
He tastes like cheap booze and cigarettes.
I pretend he tastes like red wine.
In this moment he loves me

He peels off my jeans,
and then he peels back the sheets of his bed,
and as I sink into his white cotton sheets,
I pretend they are silk.
In this moment he loves me.

His body is hard and muscular,
his skin tastes like salt,
and his eyes look almost apologetic,
maybe because he doesn’t know how to love me.
I pretend his eyes hold forever,
and in this moment he loves me.

I slip out of his bedroom,
I slip out of my skin.
I do not pretend.
He does not love me.

—  ahn


“Okay, no more than one bite of each dish,” I say. My resolve is almost immediately broken at the first table, which has twenty or so soups, when I encounter a creamy pumpkin brew sprinkled with slivered nuts and tiny black seeds. “I could just eat this all night!” I exclaim. But I don’t. I weaken again at a clear green broth that I can only describe as tasting like springtime, and again when I try a frothy pink soup dotted with raspberries.

I decided to make this particular soup now, because it’s summer (at least in my part of the world) and you can buy raspberries that don’t taste like frozen crap.

The food that the Capitol residents eat is extremely rich, so a simple chilled raspberry soup just won’t do. Can you imagine those dumber than a box of pink glitter rocks spoiled kids eating a plain raspberries, sugar and sour cream mix? Someone would have a stroke.

English is not my first language so bear with me.

To make this pink like Effie’s hair, rich, sweet, oh so Capitol and not suitable for children soup you gonna need:

  • 4 cups of raspberries
  • 1 cup of sugar (½ if you want less sweet soup)
  • 2 cups of vanilla yogurt (you can use greek or raspberry yogurt instead)
  • 2 cups of heavy whipping cream
  • ½ cup of red dry wine (you can use pomegranate, cranberry or raspberry juice tho)

#1 *mom’s voice* Wash your raspberries, kids! 

#2 Put them in a blender. Cover and blend on high speed until smooth *race car noises*

#3 OMG seeds! *screaming bloody murder*. That’s not very Capitol. Press your berry mush through a sieve to separate seeds from the juice and pulp. 

#4 Put it back in a blender. Add yogurt, ½ cup of sugar, wine and blend *more  race car noises*. Put in a fridge for 20 minutes.

#5 We’re making whipped cream! *excited crowd cheering*. Add two cups of cold heavy whipping cream and ½ cup of sugar in a mixing bowl. Whip on low speed for 2-3 minutes until your cream has a texture of a frothy cloud. Yummy. What do you think you’re doing with that sneaky finger in the whipped cream? I see you.

I splashed cream all over the freaking place and on myself. Yay me.

#6 Add whipped cream into your refrigerated raspberry mix. Blend everything together.

#7 Put it back in the fridge to chill before serving.

I chose the tiniest raspberries to dot my soup. They gonna pull a Titanic on you and sink, so put the raspberries on right before serving.

Capitol version probably had over the top decoration.

It’s creamy, frothy, sweet yet a bit tart because of the wine and tastes like very fresh raspberries. I’m sure Katniss loved it.

Baby, I want you
I want you soo bad , I can taste you in my sleep
Baby, I want you
I want you soo bad I can see you in my dreams
Baby , I want you
Let me declare, you’re the only man on my mind
Baby I want you
Your voice intoxicates me
Baby , I want you
Your touch infuses energy inside me
Baby, I want you
You got a hold of me and I’m never letting go
Hold me tight, Baby, I want your love
Hold me tight , Baby, I want to taste your lips
Your like fine wine on a sunny day
Your love is like a narcotic addiction, Baby
I can’t see myself going astray

- Kecia

thetiiniestdragon  asked:

Ok vavvy I know you're all about the freewood but consider this.... risingwood. Jon + Ryan.

*mulls it over like im tasting wine*

I like it! I love the idea of Ryan constantly forgetting Jon can’t smell and then feeling really bad and giving him a bunch of little face kisses afterwards

Ryan: I, um. I got you these flowers. Because of our, uh, date.

Jon: Ryan. Ryan are you serious?

Ryan: Oh gosh why? Are you allergic? Was it you that had the pollen allergy or was that someone else oh fuck i’m sorry i should’ve gone with chocolates or so-

Jon: Ryan I literally cannot smell you asshole but thank you, you are very cute.


Ryan: Smell this cologne. Do you think it would smell good on me?

Jon: Fight me you motherfucker.

Ryan: Oh God oh no i’m the worst boyfriend ever shit


Ryan: Oh my gosh do you smell that?

Jon: Literally no

Ryan: fUCK

*i also like the idea of them being known as the couple with the most on-point hair styles in the office, a title that Barbara and Aaron fought valiantly for*