can i hang out with you guys pretty please

BTS Reaction|You admiring their lips

Anon requests; Hiii I hope this isn’t too weird… but a bts reaction to you admiring their (very beautiful) lips? Thanks!


Kim Seokjin 

Jin noticed that your eyes were heavily concentrated on his lips. He sighed and asked, “What are you doing Y/N ?”. You lied and say that it was nothing, Naturally, Jin continued on with what he was saying. He stopped again and beg for you to tell what was so interesting about his lips? and you’d answered, “They’re very pretty.”. Jin was speechless but proud. 


Originally posted by meganhyunhee

Min Yoongi

Yoongi stopped what he was saying and gave you a puzzled look.

 “You’ve been eyeing my lips this whole conversation. What’s with you?” he wanted to know. 

You scoffed, “ I was doing no such thing.” 

Yoongi rolled his beautiful eyes, “ Be honest with yourself.”  

You groaned loudly, giving up, “ OK fine. I think…that you have really pretty lips.” 

Yoongi smiled then said, “ I know I do.” 

Originally posted by mean-suga

Jung Hoseok

Hoseok became very concerned when he stopped talking and you didn’t reply to his question. Instead you were just staring. Your eyes were on him but it was as if your whole being wasn’t. You zoned out. It hurt a little. Was your whole conversation really that boring?. Hoseok banged on the table, bringing you back to Earth. You quickly apologized, “  I’m sorry. I was just….distracted.” 

“By what?” Hoseok asked. 

You blushed before telling him the answer. “I was distracted by your pretty pink lips.”.

 Hoseok smirked. 

Originally posted by syubto

Park Jimin

“ What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, getting all in your face. You were sitting on his couch and just ate his food. He got worried because you weren’t contributing to the conversation. It was like he was talking to himself. You didn’t want to tell him that, the reason you weren’t talking was because you wanted him to talk. You found his mouth very attractive.especially when its moving. He also have a habit of licking his lips after a couple sentences. You were practically perving on him. 

“ Please tell me.” He pressed. 

You sighed loudly, “Ok. The only reason I’m not talking is so that you can talk. I find it really attractive when you do. You have a habit of licking your lips after a couple sentences and I….kinda like it.”

“ I don’t-”

“ You have a very pretty mouth.” You said quickly. 

Jimin smiled then licked his lips.

Originally posted by gotjhope

Kim Namjoon

You and Namjoon were finally hanging out. It’s been months since you guys have been together like this. You were in his room and on his bed and he was telling you stories about all the things he’d seen in his travels and also his toys. He sounded so proud and happy, which also made you happy. Then all of a sudden you started noticing his lips. They were pink and very full. Suddenly you were gazing on them and Namjoon’s excited voice started to fade away. They were so beautiful. So full. Pink and kissable. 

“Y/A Did you die on me?”

You came back to life and was now staring into Namjoon’s eyes. 

“ You died on me.” Joon said, he sounded kind of sad. 

“No…No. I didn’t die on you.” You assured him, “ I just got distracted by your…lips.”

“ My lips? Why you want to kiss me.” 

Joon had a teasing look on his face and you wanted to smack him with a pillow. 

“ Y/A thinks my lips are sexy.” He sang. 

Originally posted by fiordilattes

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook was shocked when you came out and admit to him that the only reason you weren’t really into your conversation with him was because you were distracted by his lips. He didn’t know what to say. Did you like him or something? 

“ So….do you want to kiss me?” he asked. 

You laughed at how cute he sounded. He was like a little puppy. 

“ I said that your lips were cute. That’s it.”

You left him flabbergasted. 

Originally posted by apgujeon

Kim Taehyung

“ Thank you so much for agreeing to meet me for coffee.” You said sitting down across from Taehyung. Of course he gave you his signature smile and let you know that it was his pleasure. After small talk, you guys went up and got your coffee. You two then made your way back to your table for some more bonding and small talks. Its been months since you last seen each other. This was a big deal for the both of you. 

“How was the tour?” you asked him. 

Tae took a sip of his coffee then licked his pink lips. Your eyes landed on his lips and for the first time, you’ve noticed how nice and pretty it was. 

You felt a little ashamed, this was Taehyung after all but-Damn did he have such nice lips. Was it always like this? and How come you never noticed it before. The more you look at his lips the more bad thoughts that pops in your mind. 

“ Are you ok?”

You meet his eyes. 

“ Yes. I’m fine.” you assured him. 

“Are you sure? because you zoomed out on me. Y/N you know that you can tell me anything right?” 

You sight. Right. I can tell him anything. This was Taehyung after all. 

“ I was distracted by you licking your lips and started thinking…stuff.”

Tae laughed. Like a loud one. 

“That’s all?” he asked after laughing. 

“Yes.”

He took a sip of coffee then said, “ So you’re a lips girl?”

“Shut up.” 

Tae started to laugh and you rolled your eyes and starts to drink your coffee. 

Originally posted by toughchim

* ALSO DON’T FORGET TO SUBMIT STUFF IN. My ask box is always open.“

The following is what a woman posted on a dating forum seeking a rich husband:

I’m going to be honest of what I’m going to say here. I’m 25 this year. I’m very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I’m greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York.

My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married? I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you?

Among those I’ve dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit.
If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York City Garden(?), $250k annual income is not enough.

I’m here humbly to ask a few questions:

1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)
2) Which age group should I target?
3) Why most wives of the riches are only average-looking? I’ve met a few girls who don’t have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys.
4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)
Ms. Pretty

A philosophical reply from CEO of J.P. Morgan below:

Dear Ms. Pretty,
I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me to analyse your situation as a professional investor.
My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I’m not wasting time here.
From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain.

Put the details aside, what you’re trying to do is an exchange of “beauty” and “money” : Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square.
However, there’s a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can’t be prettier year after year.

Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It’s not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worse 10 years later.

By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a “trading position”.
If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term – same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or “leased”.

Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income.This has better chance than finding a rich fool.

Hope this reply helps.

signed,
J.P. Morgan CEO


This is a reply from a real Sugar Daddy’s point of view, in terms of how much they think you’re really worth. So think about it, besides beauty, what can you offer for the allowance you’re asking?


Reblog to educate new SBs.

JUNGKOOK AS YOUR BOYFRIEND
  • Him being a dork while saying he loves you; “Hehehehehe…..I like you~”, he’d wink at you
  • Snuggling against his chest in the mornings as you’d both refuse to get out of bed, cause’ you don’t want to get separated from his amazing chest.
  • Burying your face on his chest to inhale his amazing scent while He teases you for being addicted to him; “Addicted much?”,he’d chuckle
  • Fighting over the remote, but he ends up giving it up to you,cause you promised to kiss him in exchange
  • Him reaching over to stuff you can’t get ,cause he’s a tour ,while your smol ; “I got this Y/N “, he’d peck your forhead
  • Random backhugs given by you ,cause’ you love feeling his manly back and he knows it.
  • Him coming back from work and sliding his sneaky hands around your waist as you cook
  • Eskimo kisses as he would press his forhead against yours
  • Staring contests, in which he always loses because your eyes shall be the death of him
  • Him not accepting the truth when he loses a game against you “ NO !!! YOU CHEATED!! IT AIN’T FAIR PLAY ,WHEN YOU BITE YOUR LIPS LIKE THAT AND WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN A COMPETITION!HOW DARE YOU !!”
  • Him ,lacing his fingers with yours when you don’t expect it
  • Him being spontaneous af and making acts you never expect 
  • Him trapping you against each and every corner he can find to get business going * smirks*
  • Him using really lame pickup lines to get something out of you, since you beg him to stop and he gets want he wants
  • Watching horror movies late at night while you hide your face in the crook of his neck and he snickers in satisfaction; “I’ll protect you Y/N”, he’d run his fingers through your hair
  • You,slapping  his arm whenever he tries to get physical in public and him being cocky as hell ; “Give me my kiss , will ya? Or should I trap you against that wall in front of everyone ?”, he’d raise a subjective brow
  • Both of you cuddling on rainy days as he tells you the most beautiful things ever ; “ I can’t believe a girl like you is my girlfriend”, he’s stare at you in fascination
  • You, taking a shower at his place after you got wet in the rain and him feeling extra nervous as he’d prepare some hot chocolate for both of you
  • Him, covering you up when your clothes are wet,cause’ he doesn’t want other guys to see it ; “ Why are you only doing this now?You should’ve told me earlier”, you frown as you hide your shirt with his jacket “ I’m fine with seing your bra through your shirt, I just don’t want other bastards to see it, that’s why”
  • Him gulping each time you come out of the shower with wet hair and a bathrobe.
  • Him running his long fingers through your hair or along your legs while you’re both snuggled on your couch
  • Both of you sharing a room for the first time and him being a complete dork; “W-W-We…us? TOGETHER!? Omg …Y/N…does that mean we can sleep together??!N-No!! I mean not sleep together as in like sleep the actual thing! But like just normal sleep!!! Sorry… I suck at communicating”, he’d facepalm at himself
  • You, helping him to pick out his clothes for the next day and him , whining with no tomorrow cause he wanna have swag, but you still choose to make him wear a suit ; “Babe, please, tomorrow is your first day at work! You can’t wear skinny jeans and those timberlands!”
  • both of you matching your clothing, such as your shoes and hats ,cause y’all know that kook refuses to match clothings; “ IT’S TOO CHEESY”
  • Him kissing the side of your neck as you’re talking on the phone. You try pushing his face away but the kid pouts at you; “Wait”, you tell on the phone “ Stop trying to get something,when I’m busy you sneaky little shit!”
  • Him making you drop your jaw each time he shows up in a suit and using it against you to have what he want 
  • Him getting cutely jealous and turning into a 5 y/o each time you bring a guy friend over or hang out with Taehyung ; “ Do you hate me Y/N?”, he’d pout as he adds “Just why do you have to be friends with so many guys?! Please leave Tae aside for tonight, I want you to be all mine, my own Y/N that no one can snatch away from me…I hate it when you go away and leave me to spend time with another guy.I’m your bae,Pretty ,please?”, he’d snuggle his fluffy hair on your neck like a child
  • Him turning from cutiepie that pouts his lips to sex bomb that licks his bottom lip in 3 seconds and you ,feeling extra nervous each time he does that.
  • Him pulling your waist close to him,each time he sees a guy approaching, of course he has to mark his territory *smirks* you’re his Gf after all
  • Him being amazed by everything you do and falls deeper for you each time he watches you
  • Both of you trying to cook something, as Jungkook  keeps on eating the ingredients as you try making it .
  • Him ,reminding you of all the embarassing stuff you did in the past
  • Stolen kisses and little lies ; “ Baby…I swear! I don’t know what happened to your pudding!!”
  • Having his fluffy head laying on your lap while you play with his hair as you both watch a movie
  • Both of you trying to karaoke over Namjoon’s and Suga’s voices when you listen to their songs.
  • Taking strolls along the beach while watching the sunset and taking cute pictures.
  • You, begging to do a makeover to Jungkook with your makeup kit and him running away while screaming “ OH MAN HOLY SHIT!!!”
  • Him going all jeon cena on you while you wrestle on the bed.He got no mercy when you just promised him a wish.
  • Him searching for warmth in the winter as he snuggles on your chest while you both cuddle under blankets.He eventually ends up sleeping and you have trouble breathing cause his head is heavy lmao
  • Both of you playing the game “ Marry ,F*ck , kill” and him getting extra offended each time you pick a person other than him to marry or F*ck
  • Him choking you with his arms as he’d hug you too tightly after coming back from tour.
  • Both of you going to the water park and him getting embarrassed cause he gets to see your gorgeous body in a bathing suit.
  • Or again, how he’s hesitating whether he should touch you or not since, you’re half naked in a bathing suit.
  • Him hiding his eyes cutely while you come out of the shower only wearing a towel as he’d peak through his fingers to get a glimpse.
  • Both of you doing the laundry outdoors while stepping on the blankets and using him this as an excuse to pull you in his arms
  • Him engulfing you in his manly arms after a long tiring day
  • You on your tiptoes to kiss his nose and him showing you this startled expression of his
  • Both of you walking in a garden as he ‘d hold out a flower crown and put it over your head, while proposing ; Will do me the honour of becoming my flower , so that my life can blossom ? ” 

hey guys~ I may do other members too…maybe? If you guys wanna request for other members , the request box is open ;)

You can request ANYTHING from my blog :) REQUEST BOX IS ALWAYS OPEN !!I’m open to answer anything whether it be ships (CLOSED) /bts reactions to “___”/scenarios/drabbles/ bts fb status/bts text conversation/ bts snapchat AND MORE !!! IM LITTERALLY OPEN TO ANYTHING just please ask me what you want and I’ll make it come true

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a-shy-anonymous-little-blook  asked:

Y-you're going to W-Waterfall? I-if you see my cousins, s-say hi! A-and if y-you see A-Aaron, h-he's a s-seahorse, he's a j-jerk.. p-please don't tell him I said t-that.

“I’ll be sure to do that, Shysta - but things are looking pretty quiet here today. I’m so used to the hustle and bustle of New Home, it’s easy to forget just how quiet most of Waterfall tends to be.”

“I’m sure I can just hang out here for a while until G says he’s near home, so if you guys have anything to ask me or anything you want me to do, you can go ahead~”

AU where Hanndigo maintains enough of her humanity that when the group shows up again she corners them and they’re cowering, ready to be ripped apart, until Hannah’s just like “Oh my god you guys came back! You wouldn’t BELIEVE the year I’ve had. You know I’m still pretty pissed at you guys, but I haven’t had ANYONE to talk to except for, like, these weird old miner guys from the 1950s. Can I hang out in the cabin with you guys? Please??” ” 

and everyone just stares at her with their mouths hanging wide open (except for Ashley, who just faints dead away)

after a few seconds of them standing there in shock Hannah starts looking around and goes, “H-hey, where’d you guys go? Are you still here?”

3

READ BEFORE LOOKING AT THE ART. pretty please. 

Recently, I was looking through some of my old art stuff and found these two OC’s I made a while back. They look a little different so I decided to give them a new design. SOOO here is me explaining who they are:

The guy with the horns and the gages in his ears is Damien! He’s basically a demon who comes into contact with a human girl named Catherine. They eventually become friends, hang out, do awesome stuff, and all that jazz. But as you can see, I got super carried away with these two and couldn’t stop drawing them XD   *silently crawls in a corner after posting because my OC’s suck*

katiekittybones  asked:

Ship with Monsta X (hyung line)/Infinite (hyung line) pretty please~. For a description of myself you can find it here: katiekittybones(.)tumblr(.)com(/)aboutme (just don't forget to take the parentheses out when you type it in) Thanks~! 💘💘

for monsta x I ship you with wonho! you guys would love hanging out together and listening to music. he might not want to go on rollercoaster or anything with you but he would be happy to cheer you on for the bottom and watch in fear amazement.

Originally posted by wonho-be-mine

for infinite I ship you with dongwoo! even though you guys seem like opposites sometimes you compliment eachother nicely and bond over your love of animals. he would love gong on walks with you and your dogs and maybe try to convince you to get another one with him lol.

Originally posted by chandoo

PS sorry I couldn’t take the things out of your post my computer is old and stupid lol

Exo's Reaction to Taohun Being Real

Can you please pretty please do exos reaction to taohun being real ? Thank you !! -Anon. 

Xiumin: They’re making so much noise… Can we all just move out? 

Luhan: Do they have to be all over each other every single day? 

Kris: What happened to Taoris? 

Suho: I think it’s time to buy everyone their own apartment…

Lay: I can’t even sleep with them going at it every single night. 

Baekhyun: I’m okay with this noise ;) 

Chen: Guys you don’t even hang out with me anymore… 

Chanyeol: Chanyeol is so done with this no sleep business. 

D.O: OMG they were making the noise we’ve been hearing!? 

Tao: *to Sehun* Are you thinking what I’m thinking? 

Kai: Can you two please go get a room…

Sehun: hehe;) *to Tao* 

Gifs aren’t mine. 

anonymous asked:

I can have a scenario request of a bodyguard au with the gom+kagami+kiyoshi please :)

I did this cutely and I hope you will enjoy it! <3

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Generation of Miracles

“Hey, pretty, want to spend a night?” A guy leered from the entrance of the bar, a smirk hanging on his face.

You furrowed your brows and shook your head, quickly walking past him. You had stormed out on Akashi in the midst of an argument about how he was shadowing you too much and now you were pretty much regretting it.

“Come on, don’t be a debby downer,” his voice rang from behind you and you quickened your pace, heart racing.

“Wait for me,” he continued cat calling, his voice drawing nearer.

You were close to tears as you almost broke out into a run and you desperately wished that Akashi was here now. What an idiot you were to even leave him behind!

“I said wa…” you almost cringed in revulsion when something brushed against you but the contact was gone as soon as it was made.

Someone quickly formed a wall behind you and you could feel his pulsing warmth from where you were standing. His familiar wood and mint smell floated to you and you almost cried in relief.

“I suggest you walk away if you don’t want to be hurt,” his low voice reached your ears and you turned back in time to see the man quake in his shoes and run away.

He then turned to you, unleashing the full power of his heterochromatic eyes onto you. You cringed at the anger in them.

“How many times have I told you not to run away from me?”

“I am sorry!” you blurted, eyes downcast in an effort to look regretful.

“What would have happened if you got into trouble?” his sharp voice was cutting the silence in the air and it made you shiver.

Irrational tears surfaced and you sniffed, brushing them away roughly.

“Wait, are you… Are you crying?” he asked in disbelief.

You continued sobbing, hands wiping away the tears frantically. He sighed once before you felt a jacket settle over your shoulders. He pulled you towards him, warm arms enclosing you like a cocoon.

“It’s okay. It’s over,” he whispered.

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To Fellow IGOT7s...

I am so ashamed of this fandom right now …

1st off, to those that stalked Mark at his house & shared his address… SMH
Seriously wtf is wrong with you guys? I understand you wanted to see Mark & Yugyeom but do you even know what privacy is? Have you learned any manners?? Good thing it stopped after Papa Tuan, Mark, and his sister Tammy tweeted for you guys to stop.

And now people are harassing Mark’s friends, especially Jessica Koh?? Excuse me, but who the hell are you to go and do that?? You don’t own Mark so it’s wrong to be rude as shit to his friends. If you guys haven’t noticed, Mark has been so happy on his break, being back at home, and hanging out with his friends. I’m pretty damn sure his friends mean a lot to him. Stop being rude to his friends!

I honestly don’t know how you guys can live with yourselves after doing these things to Mark. Think about how embarrassed and guilty he must feel for having crazy fans that hurt his family & friends. Please think before you act!!!

Of course I am not saying this to everyone/all IGOT7S, but only to the crazy ones that did these things. I just find it so rude and I feel so bad for Mark. :(

Good Girl (Nate Maloley)

Request: Imagine where y/n’s in known as this kinda good girl but one day she’ll get high with the boys, they’ll think it’s pretty hot, Nate cannot take his eyes away from her and yeah, you can take it from here :) Please?


I walked away from school and to my Range Rover. “Hey, y/n! Can I talk to you?” I heard a voice call out from behind me. I turned and saw Nate, Jack g, Johnson, and Sammy. “Yeah, what’s up?” I asked. “Listen we just think you’re really cool and hot and just wanted to know if you wanted to come to my house and hang with us? We just want to get to know you.” Said Nate. I’ve heard stories about the guys before. Not bad ones. They do seem pretty chill. And being the good girl around school is getting pretty annoying. “Uh, yeah sure!” I said. “I’ll follow you guys there?” I asked. “Yeah! See you there!” Said Sammy as they all got into Nate’s car. They all drove to school together in one of their cars every day. I decided to hang out with them because I need to try something new. I’ve always been the good girl at school with good grades and good parents and good clothes and good habits. We pull up to Nate’s house and I got out of my car. I walked over to the guys and we walked inside Nate’s house. So, y/n you got a boyfriend?“ Jack G asked me. “Uh, no I don’t actually my last boyfriend kind of cheated on me.” I said. “Woah, little mama he cheated on you? How could someone do that to someone so perfect.” Said Nate with a smirk. I sat down at the island and took my water bottle out of my purse along with my phone. I responded to a couple texts and checked Twitter until Johnson spoke to me. “Hey do you wanna hit?” Jack was holding a blunt. “Uh, yeah actually I do.” I said, taking a hit. I coughed and passed it to Nate. I decided to sit down on the floor next to him. He put me into his lap and handed me the blunt. I took a couple hits and Nate wouldn’t stop staring. I leaned down and whispered to him, “Is something wrong? You keep staring.” “Oh, no nothing is wrong. I’ve just been thinking of how to tell you this. Listen baby girl, I’ve always liked you and the boys made me ask you over here today.” Nate said, chuckling. I smiled. “Would you want to get dinner sometime?” He asked me. “I would love to, Maloley.” I said, kissing his cheek.

PRETTY GIRL SEEKING A RICH HUSBAND GOT A SHOCKING INVESTMENT BANKER’S REPLY:

Not sure if a CEO has the time to reply to such things, but this is surely fun to read!lol

A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum:

Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy?

I’m going to be honest of what I’m going to say here. I’m 25 this year. I’m very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I’m greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York.

My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married? I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you?

Among those I’ve dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit.
If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York City Garden(?), $250k annual income is not enough.

I’m here humbly to ask a few questions:

1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)
2) Which age group should I target?
3) Why most wives of the riches are only average-looking? I’ve met a few girls who don’t have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys.
4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)
Ms. Pretty

A philosophical reply from CEO of J.P. Morgan when you continue!

Dear Ms. Pretty,
I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me to analyse your situation as a professional investor.
My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I’m not wasting time here.
From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain.

Put the details aside, what you’re trying to do is an exchange of “beauty" and “money" : Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square.
However, there’s a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can’t be prettier year after year.

Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It’s not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worse 10 years later.

By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a “trading position".
If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or “leased".

Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income.This has better chance than finding a rich fool.

Hope this reply helps.

signed,
J.P. Morgan CEO

Lil Sis (Derek luh)

*Nate Pov*

“Y/n can you go and get me a beer please” I ask my little sister. “Yeah whatever” she replies. Y/n lives with me. She’s been living with me for a while now. Tonight I had my friends over to smoke and talk. We haven’t seen each other in a while because we all have been busy or we just never thought about hitting eachother to hang out. But tonight I invited them over to have a guys night but my sister is here.

“Man your sister is pretty hot” G whispers to me.

“And have you not see that ass” Johnson added

“Damn the things I would do to-”

“Alright all you shut the fuck up” i say pretty heated at the thought of them wanting to fuck my sister.

“She is three years younger than you guys so shut up and I would never let none of you date her” I say glaring at them all.

“Where is y/n with the beers it’s been 20 minutes” jj says looking around.

“Yeah and have you seen Derek he was here not so long ago” Sammy chimes.

“They are fine” i say slouching in my chair.

* y/n’s point of view*

“Can you get me a beer” Nate says. Why doesnt he just get it himself? what the fuck. “Yea whatever” I say honestly not caring. I get up and go to the kitchen. I open the fridge and grab the beer at the bottom. I close the fridge door and walk back to the living room to give Nate his beer until I bump into somebody chest. “Hey watch where your going” I mumble. The person chuckles. I look up to get a glimpse of his face and damn. He was sexy. He had this jawline that any girl would drool over if they saw. “Oh gosh I’m sorry lil mama” he says wiping the beer off your face with his thumb. I notice he is staring at my boobs. I look down and see that that beer got on my shirt and now you can see through it. Great move y/n. Bad idea to wear lace black bra. You snap your fingers in his face to get him to stop looking “Perv much” you say joking. “Sorry I’m not use to seeing girl’s breast when I barley even know there name” he says smirking at me. I blush. “My name is y/n” you say putting down the beer. “My name is Derek, You don’t happen to be Nate’s little sister” He questions “Yea I am” i say. “Okay well nice to meet you” Derek saying smiling. “Hey wanna talk somewhere more quiet” he says. “Yea lets go to my room” I say taking his hand and leading him up stairs to my room. I open the door and sit on my bed. “Do you mind if I change my shirt really quick” I ask him already knowing his answer. “Do whatever you need it’s your room” he says quickly. “Okay” I giggle at his nervousness Maybe I can have alittle fun with him.
Anon, please

I’m the anon with the guy who wouldn’t stop texting and threatened his friend if i ignored him btw, and I’d appreciate if this could be anonymous too.

Okay, so for a little background you should know that i go to a charter school. Me and my brother go pick up and drop off homework weekly.

This first began when I was exiting class and some random kid came up to me with a note. The note said “(insert random phone number) call him if you wanna know who he is”. My teacher was right there when it happened and she’s pretty chill so she just basically told me not to call cuz the way he gave me the note was strange. Being who I am, I texted him asking “who is this” to which he answers “I’m (insert name here) and I was wondering if we could get to know each other” I didn’t answer bc i didn’t feel like it tbh. A couple days go by and he texts me “Can i ask you a question?” multiple times. Since i don’t answer him, he asks me anyway. “Can i call you?” (He also sends this many times) I still don’t answer, At this point I may sound like a bitch for not answering but I really didn’t feel like it, I basically just wanted to know who it was. He keeps on asking if he can call and eventually just calls me, a call which I don’t answer to. He obviously leaves a voicemail. Not a really long voicemail but he just says that he really wants to get to know me and wants to hang out the following weekend and to please please call him. Sounds pretty desperate. He then texts me again the following day: “Turns out I can’t call you, sorry. My parents say i use the phone too much.” I never asked to call him, but whatever. Not even five minutes later he says “SORRY!! That was my cousin, I can call you if you want.” The situation is hilarious to me. I keep on not answering. He stops texting for a whole week til Sunday when he says “I just wanna know if an amazing girl like you would like a guy like me.” He doesn’t even know my damn name. Then finally he asks “Are you ignoring me” Yes, yes I am. It gets interesting the next day when i’m going to school. He texts me saying. “I dropped a package with my friend F, please go see him and take a letter he has, It’s for you, and if you don’t something terrible will happen to him.” after that he says “If you tell anyone about this I’ll hurt him even more.” I ignore that too. As i sit with my teacher going over my homework i debate to whether tell her or not. Then i get another text saying “My friend informed me you arrived. Go get the letter. It’s your choice.” That’s when i get bored of the situation and tell my teacher. She calls the principal over and the three of us talk about it. He asks me to send him screenshots of the text, which i gladly do, but at that moment i get the most hilarious text: “jk about the whole thing.” lol i actually laughed. My teacher and principal seemed pretty unamused and mad at the kid (who isn’t present atm) I still don’t know who it is but i sorta hope to see him at graduation. And idk if he did hurt F but i doubt it. Sorry for the length and terrible english.

sorry for uploading this it was actually my cousin on my computer

Worried - Requested (Michael)

Okay guys so i got a HUGE request from Anon (Cuddleing with michael and he’s fast asleep but you can’t sleep, it starts raining and cos you love the rain you decide to go for a midnight walk in the rain and leave micky a note, you don’t take your phone cos you just want time to be with your own thoughts. When you get back micheal is sitting at the front door to your house that you share with all the boys and when he sees you he runs up and gives you a tight hug, him and all the boys were really worried that you were not coming back or you), im hopping you like what i wrote. ENJOY!!!!

You can hear the muffled sound of Michaels heat beat as you rest your head on his bare chest, your staring off into the corner of the room while you absentmindedly twirl the strings of his bottoms around your figures. The last time you looked it was 2.30am but you can’t sleep. The soft pitter pater of the rain beginning makes you smile a little. You continue to listen but when its starts to get harder and faster you kiss Michaels chest and slowly shuffle out from his hold. You slip on your sweats and clip a bra under your tank and putting it in place then picking up the jacket you took off Calum earlier, you slip on your old trainers and rip out a piece of paper from your notebook, writing a quick note ‘Gone for a walk, be back soon x’ you leave it on your pillow next to Michael and kiss his forehead before sneaking out the house a quietly as possible.

As soon as the cool air hits your body you sigh, enjoying the pitter pater of the rain on the ground and houses as you walk down the empty street, the flowing of the water in the guttering and you feel a sense of freedom. You don’t have a destination in mind as you wonder down the street.

You find yourself thinking of home, you enjoy touring with the boys and the places you stay in are amazing but understandably you miss home, your mums cooking, the annoying alarm that you never want in form of your little sister jumping on your bed, the look on your dads face when you surprise home at work, or the constant questions about you and Michael from yours brother, you miss falling to sleep in your own bed or sitting in the tree house your dad made you when you were four, you miss cuddling your dog (George) while you watch a sad film and you miss your little sister sneaking in your room for cuddles at night.

You see a light on in a window up ahead and as you get closer realise it’s a 24/7 café, you smile as you hear the jingle of change in Calum’s pocket and head inside, only now realising how soaking wet you are, there is only one guy in there he is sitting on the counter playing on his phone, he looks up hearing the door and smiles jumping off the counter.

‘Morning, what can I get you?’ he asks.

‘Hot chocolate please’ you order as you slip into a chair, you worry for a second about the mess this guys will have to clean up after you leave but shrug it off as you peel of Calum’s jacket and hang it on the back of your chair, your tank not drenched but damp. He bring over you drink and sits across from you.

‘So what’s a pretty girl like you doing out in the rain at 3am?’ he asks, a smirk playing on his lips.

‘Walking’ you tell him a small smirk playing on your own lips.

‘In this horrible weather?’ he questions raising an eyebrow.

‘I like the rain and I couldn’t sleep’ you explain.

‘Interesting. I have a rain proof coat in the back, you can lend it if you like?’ he offers a genuine smile on his face.

‘What so you get to see me again when I return it?’ you joke and he laughs.

‘Well then we both get something out of it’ he winks as he stands up heading out to the back, he is only gone a second before he walks back out a black coat in his hand. He smiles and places it on the table next to you and sits back in the seat across from you. You sip on your hot chocolate as he continues to try and flirt with you, once your finished you slip back into Calum’s jacket and then pull the guys jacket on too his name you learnt is Robbie. He says goodbye and as you reach the door you smile ‘I’ll be back with your jacket and my boyfriend tomorrow’ and wink before heading back into the rain. You can feel your body getting a little tired as you approach the house you and the boys are staying in.

As you approach the house you see the lights on and the front door open, you panic a little and walk fast, seeing a figure sitting on the step on the front door, as you walk up the drive, the pebbles crunch under your feet and Michael looks up, his eyes red and puffy, he stands seeing you and rushes forward, he wraps his arms tightly around you, lifting you from the ground slightly. His head in the crook of your neck and you hear him sniffing, you move his to arm’s length and move your hand to stroke his cheek a little, letting your thumb brush over his lips.

‘Babe what’s happened? What’s wrong?’ you ask worried,

‘You, where…I thought…where did you go, I woke up and you were gone, and I called but there was no answer, I woke the guys up and…I thought you left me. Where the hell did you go…I have the boys looking for you Ashton and Luke are driving around and Calum’s inside calling people from tour. I was so scared, how could you do that to me….baby I was so worried’ he cries, your lips part in guilt and you move closer pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss.

‘I went for a walk, I couldn’t sleep, and Michael I left you a note, my phones in the house because it’s dead. I would never leave you like that; I’m not planning on leaving for a long long time. You idiot, how could you think I would leave like that, baby I’m so sorry’ you tell him, he sighs, a huge sigh and kisses your forehead.

‘Holy shit, you left a note? The guys are going to kill me’ he tells you, making you laugh a little. You move around him to the open door.

‘Cal, Calum I’m back could you call the others’ you shout into the house not wanting to pithier the water through. Calum comes running out of the living room shirtless and his body hits yours, you would have fell if it wasn’t for his arms holding you to his chest.

‘Where the hell did you go, we were so worried’ you whispers into your hair.

‘I went for a walk, I couldn’t sleep, and I left a note’ you tell him, he pulls you away, holding you at arm’s length.

‘You left a note? That little shit’ he moans, looking behind you at Michael, who is on the phone.

‘Yeah, sorry about that.’ You tell him ‘By the way I lend your jacket’ you tell him, giving him the puppy dog eyes because you know he will fall for it.

‘That’s not mine’ he tells you tugging a little on the rain coat your wearing, you unzip it and flash him his jacket and he shakes his head.

‘It’s fine, as long as you’re not leaving’ he tells you. It’s not long before the others are back and you are sitting in the living room in your PJ’s with the boys surrounding you. You feel your eyes begin to get heavy and Michael pulls you closer to his side on the sofa, you rest your head on his shoulder and before you fall completely asleep you hear him whisper against your hair. ‘I love you’

From Chelsea

toorustubarius  asked:

Oikawa and Iwaizumi having a crush on the same person (and they both know) and they're sick and they ask heir crush to take care of them? *__*

Oh man! Nothing good can come out of this~

Iwaizumi trudges into class with a surgical mask concealing the bottom half of his face. 

“’Morning,” he croaks to Mattsun, Makki, Oikawa. He pauses at the sight of the third, squints his eyes. Oikawa’s wearing a mask like him, except his is Seijou blue and has Rilakkuma’s face on it. 

“You sick, too?” Iwaizumi asks, crashing into his seat. 

“Yes, and it’s horrible,” Oikawa whines. “The last time I got sick was two years ago—”

“That’s a lie.”

“—and I have to get better in time for our practice match with the college students!” 

Iwaizumi grunts. “Well, so do I. Want me to stop by later?” Heavens knows that he’s always the one to take care of Oikawa whenever he gets sick—which is often, because the idiot always works himself to illness. 

“You may have always looked after me, Iwa-chan, and you might continue to do so in the future, but today is not one of those days,” Oikawa says profoundly. “Today, (Name) will take care of me.”

Iwaizumi doesn’t turn around. “Oh, really? That’s funny, ‘cause they’ll be taking care of me.”

Behind him, he hears Matsukawa and Hanamaki simultaneously mutter, “Not this again,” and, “Please, no.”

The tension is taut. Iwaizumi slowly turns to look at Oikawa, only to whip his head back around to the front of the room when he hears (Name)’s voice cheerfully bid their classmates a good morning. He and Oikawa exchange a brief look of challenge—and then the two shoot out of their seats.

“(Name)! (Name)!” Oikawa trills, yanking his mask down to his chin for all the world to hear his obnoxious voice. Iwaizumi favors silence and practically parkours across the desks, using Oikawa’s head as the final ledge to launch himself at his crush.

He lands in front of (Name) with triumph and cheer, the ground shaking from the impact, and awkwardly stuffs his hands into his pockets. He pretends not to hear Oikawa indignantly yelling at him.

“Um, hey,” he says, not knowing what to do now that he’s actually here. “So I was thinking—”

Oikawa suddenly appears behind him, shoving his head out of the way to lean over his shoulder. “(Name)!” he chimes in. “I’m so sick. Please take care of me!”

This guy has zero shame…!

Iwaizumi flings him off his shoulder, a wonderful string of angry words at the ready, but (Name) laughs. They look genuinely amused.

“Sure!” they say brightly. “Iwaizumi, you look pretty bad, too. You guys can come over to my house after practice and we can all hang out! Tea and movies sound good, right?”

The two boys nod numbly, too surprised and oddly happy to speak. When (Name) is out of earshot, they glare at each other with a look that promises it’s not over.

(”They said you look pretty bad,” Oikawa snickers. Iwaizumi elbows him and gripes, “Yeah, I look pretty bad, too.”)


Several hours later, Oikawa and Iwaizumi are lying on two separate futons at (Name)’s house with cooling patches on their foreheads. (Name) emerges from the kitchen with two mugs of hot tea and heads for Iwaizumi first.

“(Naaaaame),” Oikawa suddenly crows, and ends up getting his tea first (”You’re so rude!” Iwaizumi hisses). He gives his crush a sweet smile as they leave for the kitchen again. The moment they’re out of sight, he sticks out his tongue at Iwaizumi, who violently throws a leg out of his blanket to deliver a kick. Oikawa releases an affronted gasp in response and gets ready to hurtle his pillow at Iwaizumi’s face when (Name)’s footsteps draw closer—then the two boys are back to laying dead still in their futons as if nothing happened.

This continues until they fall asleep. And when they wake up, it’s a whole new battle to see who can get (Name) to walk with them on their way home.

#now give me a fic where undercover delivery person natasha accidentally falls in love with pizza-lover sam wilson

Natasha’s first day undercover at the local pizza shop had been disastrous. Finally, they’d handed her a company baseball hat and a sign for the roof of her car and told her to please get out and deliver the pies instead of trying to make them.

The first delivery was pretty routine. A black guy in a baggy track suit opened the door, can of coke in hand. He blinked at her, looked down at the pizza and grinned.

She raised an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. “Wilson?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah.” He took the box from her hands and set it on the entry table behind him, and handed her exact change, hands held out in a placating gesture. “Hang on, hang on. Please ignore the fact that I wasn’t going to tip you, I have definitely changed my mind. Stay right there.”

Natasha tucked her hair more firmly under the hat and waited, impassive. She leaned over the threshold as he padded on bare feet back into the house, taking in the mirror over the entry table, the game on in the living room, the muddy carpet around the door. By the time he returned she knew he lived alone, he liked classic movies, and he was ex-military. He was not her guy.

“I am so sorry, ma’am. Really. Here, take this.” He handed her a ten, which she had to admit was sort of exorbitant on a $15-plus-delivery pizza order.

She cleared her throat. “Thank you,” she said, not entirely sure she’d gotten the surprised/grateful inflection right.

Wilson gave her a once over again and smiled. “Oh, you are very welcome, ma’am. You have a fantastic evening, alright?”

She nodded. “You too.”

Wilson’s second order was sent through the website, probably solely so he could add, “have the hot redhead deliver it” in the “special instructions” section.

The store manager leered at her when he told her she’d been… requested. She struck the most confident, masculine pose against the counter and popped her gum. Her short red hair was just wavy enough for the ends to curl under the edge of the company baseball hat. She thought it made her look adorably tom-boy-ish. She didn’t smile.

He met her at the door with a triumphant grin and two twenties. “Keep the change. It’s worth it just to bask in your presence.” He took a deep breath in and out through his nose and leaned down to get a better look under the brim of her hat.

She met his gaze, not sure yet if she should be upset he was invading her space.

He whistled, impressed, and grinned. There was a gap between his front teeth. “You have amazing eyes. Anyone ever tell you that?”

She ran through all the things her eyes had been called in the recent and distant past – cold, inscrutable, deep, blank, guarded, various colors depending on the weather and time of day. “No,” she said truthfully. “I can’t say that they have.” She turned away down the walk, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Thanks,” she called over her shoulder, letting her mouth quirk up.

Wilson laughed at her retreating back. “You’re welcome!”

The third time, she’d hit another dead end with her undercover work, been shorted twice, and felt up once by an overly ambitious college kid. The kid had rather immediately regretted his actions, but it still left her feeling icy and out of sync with her pizza worker persona. When Wilson’s order came up, she grabbed her hat from where she’d thrown it on the counter, and volunteered to deliver it herself.

He opened the door looking glum, but his face lit up when he saw her.

She was in an oversized hoodie over skinny jeans and a black skirt. Her eyeliner was thick and winged out from her eyes dramatically, and under her hat, it managed to make her look as young as she dressed.

“Guy on the phone said you’d left early tonight,” he said, question obvious in his voice.

“I stuck around just for you,” she said, smacking her gum between her teeth and popping her hip. She looked down at the bills in his hand. “Am I the only one who gets tips?”

He gave her an apologetic shrug and took the lighter than usual box from her hand – breadsticks instead of a pizza tonight. “Nah, I’m just low on cash at the moment. I can only afford exact change today. I’ll make it up to you though. Promise. Ah…” he trailed off.

“Natasha,” she said, pocketing his money.

He smiled at her. “Sam,” he answered.

Her shy smile was only half as forced as usual. “Nice to meet you, Sam. Until next time.” She waved a hand lazily as she walked back down the steps.

“You got it!” he called after her.

She rang his doorbell and set the pizza on the front step, and then ran back out to the street. She picked up a sparking firework and threw it all the way down the block and into the pond the turnaround had disappeared under after the rain.

Sam watched, wide-eyed as she high-tailed it back to the door and waited a minute, making sure it wasn’t going to explode and take out half the cement drive. She hadn’t even realized she’d vaulted over the car until Sam did that low whistle again and said, “You are not just a delivery girl, are you ‘Tasha?” He looked back at her, eyes raking over her slight crouch and the muscles showing through the t-shirt she’d opted for in the heat. “You could kill me with one hand tied behind your back couldn’t you?”

Natasha met his eyes, and found not fear or disbelief, but respect. She straightened up and thought well, the truth has worked so far. She shrugged, adopting her usual teenage slouch. “Probably.”

Sam looked down at the pizza, and then at the fifty in his hand. He held it out. “Keep the change.”

All her work turned out to be useless anyway, because it was the manager the whole time. She should have known from the moment he stood over her shoulder and put a hand on her waist when she tried to make dough on the first day. So much for her killer instincts.

They took him away in handcuffs like real cops, and Natasha rubbed pepperoni grease off her fingers with a napkin. The rest of the staff had all been sent home for the day, which meant there was no one else to notice Wilson’s pizza order sitting on the shelf, forgotten in the minor explosion and ensuing scuffle.

She left the hat and apron on the counter, next to her resignation letter. She spat her gum into the garbage can, thankful that the strong mint flavor had kept most of the pizza smell from sticking in her nose during the job, and picked up his order. There was no lit up sign on her car, and her clothes were less teenage-angst, and more secret field agent. There was dirt smudged on her cheek, and blood under her fingernails when she rang the doorbell.

“You’re late-“ he started with, and trailed off. He leaned against the doorway. “You know, I always wondered if you got hat-hair under that thing.” He grinned. “I guess you do.”

Subtly, Natasha shifted her stance from the drone-worker slouch, into her usual posture – loose and deadly, shoulders back, head straight. She shrugged and smirked at him. “Happens to the best of us.” She juggled the box from one hand to the other. “This one’s on the house. I quit before I left.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Of course you did. In that case, you want to come in and clean up? Maybe share a slice?” He took the box from her and stepped aside.

Her smile was awkward, lopsided and unsure. “I guess I could make time for that.” She stepped over the threshold, silent as the night.

“You’ve got a little something…” he rubbed at the side of his nose.

She frowned and rubbed at her nose, knowing it was just smearing the blood and dirt further into her skin. It was worth it for Sam’s quiet laugh and his hand between her shoulder blades as he closed the door behind her.

Maybe this job hadn’t been a total waste of time after all.

[[MY NOTE: OMG WY. WY. WY WY WY. YOU DID THE THING. AND YOU READ MY TAGS. I’M SO HAPPY.]]