hey there snowflake

Hey snowflakes! Time for a bit of a update I think.

I need to go in for a minor surgery. I’ve been in pain for a long time and that’s a reason I’m not on here as much as I should be. It’s no big deal, but it is something I gotta do. Most likely it will be done in December, but until then I’m on some prescription painkillers, hormone treatments, and anti-nausea pills to try to quell some of my symptoms. The doctors believe it’s endometriosis and they need to do the surgery to make sure it really is and to remove growths if it is.

I’m not going to go into all the gross details, but it will be a week of recoop time afterwards. I will try to be here when I can but if not then I’m sorry. My health comes first and while I love this I just can’t focus enough to write while feeling like death.

I love you all and I’ll see you when I can.

Playing Hero (Leonard x Reader) Imagines - Fluff/AU

You saved Leonard from the Oculus explosion, and waited in the Med Bay next to him until he woke up…


Leonard groaned.

It was a small, nearly indiscernible sound, but you heard it. Loud enough to make you jump in your seat and reach for his hand. Almost instantaneously, his eyes fluttered open and fell in your direction. And once he saw the relief in your eyes, he somehow found the strength to smile.

“Hey, Snowflake…” He said weakly. “You been by me all this time?”

You smiled back. “What kind of girl would I be if I hadn’t?”

A slight chuckle came out. “You always were the clingy one.”

“Shut up.”

Though you had just gone through hell for the past eight hours, wondering if your kleptomaniac ass of a boyfriend would ever wake up from the explosion, you couldn’t help but smile.

If Leonard was okay enough to make sassy, sarcastic comebacks, then you knew that he would be fine.

But even so…

It pissed you off to a degree that you didn’t even understand.

While most girls would’ve been upset, terrified and worried, you sat by his bedside, seething with pure irritation that he hadn’t told you about his plan.

His stupid plan to play hero. 

God, it could’ve killed him.

Out of spite, you reached over and smacked his chest. Not hard, but enough to get him to release a small ‘oof’. He tossed his head back and groaned a bit, before glaring at you.

“What the hell was that for?” He asked.

You narrowed your eyes. “I swear to God, Len…”

“You swear to God, what?”

“If you play hero again, I’ll kill you…”

People Need To Realize...

Common names for members of LGBT:

-Attention seekers
-Mental Illnesses
-Special Snowflakes

From what I’ve seen, this mostly goes to people who are nonbinary, but it can also go to people who are gay and transgender. So I’m not leaving them out.

So, a majority of assholes like to call us these names because, well they’re assholes. These people are extremely negative toward us, either telling people to pick a gender, or get mental help, etc. They say, “Hey, stop being a special snowflake who seeks attention with your mental illness you retard.” After seeing hundreds of Whispers about that, here’s what I thought about: The people calling us this, isn’t us. It’s the assholes. I’ve never heard of a nonbinary, gay, or trans person every say, “I’m doing this for attention.” Never ever ever, unless they’re actually doing that because they see it as an actual “trend”.

People need to realize that we don’t actually want attention; we don’t expect to be treated differently. All we want to do, is live our lives the way we want to. Being a part of LGBT doesn’t make us any less human than a cisgender and/or heterosexual. The only people calling us that are the assholes. Until you’ve been in the body of every person gay or transgender or whatever, you can’t really say these things. Without proof, everything you’re calling a person of LGBT is a waste of time. So stop calling people names for who they feel they are. Learn to be accepting. Learn to spread more love than hate.

Christmas Eve

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x reader
Word Count: 1,561ish
T/W: Legit fluff
A/N: For @justfangirlingaround’s request: “college Philip ~can you one where they’re both starting college and they accidentally bump into each other and they fall for each other at first sight and then he asks the reader to a date where he’s acting all cute stutters, awkward & sweet?~~Or they’re in Christmas break and they’re stay at the college(idk if that’s possible irl😂)and they sleep in the same dorm celebrating Christmas together with movies, cuddles and a ring?” 
Mmmm, Yes! I did the second one, I know Christmas in July ♡
Tags: @justfangirlingaround​ ✨

“Have fun, be safe, call me when you get there!” you told your friend Theo in a motherly tone. 

“I will be fine,” she tilted her head, “will you? The weather is supposed to get pretty crazy. Thank God the apartment is on campus so you won’t have to go anywhere for food or anything.”

“Y-yeah, I’ll be okay,” you rubbed the side of your arm, “if i get too anxious, I’m sure I can find someone to room with me-”

You stopped mid sentence, looking over to a group of guys saying bye for the holiday. You bit your lip, specifically seeing Philip. Even though he was and had been your boyfriend for sometime now, you still got butterflies when you saw him, it reminded you of when you were in high school, the way he would glance at you from across the room. Theo looked between the two of you for a moment. 

“Why don’t you ask him?” Theo suggested. 

“Wh-what?” you looked back to her, “Ask him what?”

“If he’ll stay with you at the apartment,” she said, rolling her eyes. 

“You- you’d be okay with that?” a smile appeared on your face. 

“Of course!…Just don’t have sex on my bed-”

“Theo!” you squeaked, beginning to blush.

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Let's Make A Character:  (script for two)
  • Me: Alright, let's start designing this character already.
  • Snowflake: Make it a *strong female character*
  • Me: Okay... Strong Female Character.
  • Snowflake: Who is gay.
  • Me: ...Excuse me, what?
  • Snowflake: We need more gay characters - simple as that.
  • Me: Sure. Fine. She's gay. (Though that doesn't really matter, in terms of gameplay)
  • Snowflake: They'd rather prefer 'They-them' pronouns. Don't assume their gender.
  • Me: What? Sorry? We're making a female character, remember?
  • Snowflake: Uhh... Hello? They can identify as female, but not completely. They are demi.
  • Me: Fine. What should 'their' name be?
  • Snowflake: I don't know.
  • Me: Let's go with Alexandra-
  • Snowflake: Excuse me, but that is a cisnormative name and will not be acceptable. Their name should be gender-neutral to keep with the times. It's 2016, after all.
  • Me: Jeez, okay. Their name is Alex.
  • Snowflake: Why are you drawing her that way!?
  • Me: ...Sorry?
  • Snowflake: OMG that sketch only reflects the male power fantasies that dominates the gaming community! It's that mentality that labels you as an ignorant bigot!
  • Me: Okay, okay, what did I do wrong!?
  • Snowflake: Her body is hyper-sexualized, you are oppressing women by drawing such a sexist piece. You are not accepting of other body types other than the D-cups, tiny waists and long legs!
  • Me: Oh... Right. I guess I can make her proportions a bit more accurate -
  • Snowflake: Respect their pronouns, you cis scum!
  • Me: Fine, fine, fine - It's fixed. Calm down.
  • Me: W-Well, it would be more accurate if her hip size corresponds to her already slim body. I also shrunk her breasts so they would look less... well, fanciful.
  • Snowflake: We have too many characters that are skinny like her! And why are they white? Where are the stretch marks? Their freckles? We need IMPERFECTIONS to show how COMPLEX this character needs to be!
  • Me: They aren't white, it's just that I haven't colored them in yet... And so what if she's white? Race doesn't make a character more supreme than the other. In games, it's more about class stats than anything to do with race-
  • Snowflake: If they are white, then they are oppressors to any other person or player that isn't white. To be white, is to be racist. And sure, you say it might be alright in a game - however, think of how it affects people of color playing as the white man! They need a character that represents. This is going to be that character.
  • Me: Well, for the record it's my character. I think I can have the freedom to create her in any way that I want.
  • Snowflake: You just objectified them!
  • Me: How can I objectify something or someone that I haven't fully created yet!?
  • Snowflake: Never mind. Does she have any other complexities?
  • Me: What do you mean?
  • Snowflake: I mean, you need to be tolerant of other behaviors, disorders, and dysfunctions of the mind! Hello? Were you living under a conservative rock? There are too many 'normies' in gaming.
  • Me: Oh... So you want me to make her depressed or something?
  • Snowflake: Not 'depressed or something', saying it like that is immensely offensive and damaging. Especially to those who do suffer from depression.
  • Me: I can give her something mild, I guess.
  • Snowflake: Looking at our character so far, she'd have to be bipolar, autistic, an insomniac and have a small case of ADHD. She will also have alters, for her MPD syndrome.
  • Me: ... You are actually joking, right?
  • Snowflake: Excuse me - mental disorders are not a joke! I was self diagnosed with depression, an array of anxiety disorders. Life is hard for people like me.
  • Me: Yeah. Good to know. But giving her all of those problems may result in her character performance being-
  • Snowflake: Hey. Depression is not a 'problem'. You are really getting on my nerves...
  • Me: ...More like *TRIGGERING* your nerves, am I right?
  • Snowflake: You ableist, ageist, classist, racist, sexist, cissexist, size sexist----
  • Me: Oh wow, you're still going.
  • Snowflake: --- CIS WHITE MALE SCUM.
Let’s be honest, if Baelfire had lived season 4 would never have happened

“Papa, I’m serious, who is this chick?”

“Look, Regina, I’m going to start off by saying how grateful I am with how Henry turned out and that I get you as a co-parent, any and all advice is appreciated, and I get this Robin thing sucks but I really don’t think it’s some mystical author’s fault. ‘Evil Queen’ wasn’t exactly a misnomer. Love you <3”

“Yeah, Emma, I’m not calling him ‘Killian’”

“Hey Hook, sold Henry to a demon yet? Oh, Emma you didn’t know about that, gee I’m sorry”

“Papa, I know you’re nervous so I’ll tell you what, I’ll go to your first session with Archie with you. Yeah, you know, I was held by her too, it might for good for the both of us”

“Emma, I was serious when I said that I wanted you to be happy. But I am also serious now when I say that that dress makes you look like Sandra-dee and that you reek of virginity”

“Henry, do you need help with your homework?”

“Oh, Belle, I was talking to Archie and he said that Papa might need some reassurance after what Zelena did to him. Said his anxiety is likely to be through the roof and that he might be feeling some shame or guilt - I know he didn’t do anything, but apparently it’s common”

“Emma, you need to stop letting your mother pick you date night outfits”

“Excuse me? ‘How could Belle let us down like that?’? It’s Friday night, she’s got plans with Tiana and Pocahontas! Find another babysitter! Geesh!”

“Try give my son dating advice, I dare you”

“Papa, just tell me what the hat does. Yes, I promise I won’t be mad”

“No, Belle, he doesn’t love the dagger more than you”

“Hey Snowflake! Hey little guy… aren’t you just the cutest, yes you are, yes you are, you little snugglemuffin”

“Hey guys, remember when my father died to save the town? And was imprisoned and tortured by Zelena as a reward? And you only sought him out when you needed to pump him for information and then you left him to rot in her cage? No? Well, I sure do!”

“Regina, you are better than him”

“Emma, your parents love you. It’s just in its own special way. Look at it this way, you guys get the rest of your lives together”

“Hook, if you tell Emma she’s your whole reason for staying good one more time, I’m going to see if all that leather makes you float”

anonymous asked:

I just finished reading Winglets 4: Runaway and HOLY SHIT SNOWFLAKE X FOX IS SO CUTE and I really need to have more of it in my life. So, um, if you don't mind, could ya draw/write something about it? P.S. You're freaking awesome P.P.S. Senpaiiii

I’ve been wanting to draw them for a while now, i’m glad I got the chance to do so.

Oh my gosh no stop I don’t know how to handle your compliments! Thank you so much??? I feel like that’s really mild and a lame response??? God, I am just so bad with expressing emotions and thankfulness, sorry

Words mean things: #NoConfederate is not Censorship

First, I’m going to strongly recommend that in any instance where you believe that an abrogation of Free Speech exists, you go read the 1st Amendment of the Bill of Rights. Then, go read what the people objecting to A Thing are saying, (preferably while restraining yourself from responding until you’ve taken the time to parse through your ego response and sit with Why People Feel This Way and Why Do I Disagree.)

Literally the only thing I’m going to address here, is the fundamental flaw in every counterargument to People Objecting To A Thing, for about the eleventy billionth time.

Freedom of Speech and Expression is protected in the U.S. Constitution, yes.

The ONLY things they are protected FROM, are the government.

That’s it.

Art for sale, in any medium, on any legal topic, by anyone, is ONLY protected from government restrictions on it. And, lbr: between the MPAA RATINGS BOARD and the FCC, let alone Free Speech Zones, don’t act like there aren’t already actual government regulations on speech

The repeated conflation of People Objecting To A Thing, with Free Speech infringement, is not only a lazy, grotesque silencing of Other People’s Free Speech, it is a fraudulent invocation of Free Speech. Stop that. It’s Boy Who Cried Wolf bullshit, you know it, we know it, and I’ve got so many posts on it in the last 10 years that it is insulting on multiple levels.

The only place you are entitled to say, do, or make things in an inviolable way, without consequences, criticism, or interference, is in your own home, (assuming what you make does not violate any other extant laws.)

Once you propose it or publish it to the world, you do not get to dictate the response it receives. If you’re SELLING it, you are not guaranteed a profit, and you are not shielded from a negative response. It is beyond disingenuous to suggest that criticism of something proposed for public sale or consumption, is not allowed until the product is on the market, and if a product fails on concept, perhaps blame the Creator and not the market, who are not OBLIGATED to give you their time, money, or positive response.

Criticism is not bullying, either. There is a difference between saying, with an explanation, “I would rather eat ground glass than see this prosper,” by individuals or groups of individuals, and someone saying, “I’m going to wage personal attacks directly at this individual,” and there is certainly a difference between either of those things and threatening HARM to someone. Again: conflation of criticism with bullying, you know it’s bullshit, we know it, and we know you know it. Stop that.

*NB: Protests involving destruction of a piece of art offered for sale, by a person who purchased or was given the object as their personal property, ARE PROTECTED SPEECH, btw. It is legal to burn an American flag, ffs. You may not like it, but a person burning a book, album, home video copy of a filmed thing, photo, poster, or whatever, is not the same as the STATE doing it, and it is a person’s right to protest in this way.

The disturbing thing about the invocation of Free Speech, surrounding commercial product (if it’s being sold, it’s a product and this is all confined to the business sphere ANYWAY, so seriously: stop,) is that it is an argument specifically designed to silence actual Free Speech, usually by marginalized people who have the temerity to speak truth to privilege and power. It’s slamming a fist into a Big Red Button of agreed-upon Rights, with NO LEGAL STANDING, in order to shut people up for daring to say, “No.”

As an example: Darrell Issa hiding from constituents on the roof of his office, Pat Toomey refusing to meet with or take calls from constituents, those things, because their jobs are specifically required to allow for, “Petition for redress of grievances,” by the Constitution, are probable violations of Free Speech. HBO is not required to listen to anyone about this project, and will make their decision to do so (or not) based on what they view is a good business decision. Which is not now, and never has been, Censorship.

The Comstock Laws were Censorship, people having Opinions and not shutting up about them, is NOT.

People protesting Mapplethorpe, Not Censorship, the govt cutting funding to the NEA because of Mapplethorpe, Censorship. Do you get the point?

So, unless the funding for whatever it is that you think is being Censored is coming from the government or unless the government is threatening people with fines, shutdowns, or jail because of art that itself contains nothing illegal, (hey, FCC, about Saving Private Ryan and the reason a lot of TV stations refused to air it about 10 years ago, that was some THIN ICE,) your argument is self-serving, farcical drivel.

And as for the, “People forced off Twitter,” aspect, that gets messy. Yes, there are people who cross a line and make threats, but sometimes creators just can’t stand to be criticized (Hey, Joss, you precious snowflake, sorry not sorry we refused to coddle you about your misogyny,) and leave, (Damon Lindelof, this means you.) Threats are not to be tolerated, it goes without saying, but since some of your faves (Adam Baldwin,) have doxxed people, please don’t act like we’re new here.

Power and privilege are dangerous drugs, they lead people to think that they’re not accountable. The people who are most frequently in high dudgeon and screaming, “Free Speech,” in response to a person or group of people saying, “No, we’re not going to take this lying down,” are people who already have some level of power and privilege who just DON’T LIKE IT that people they think are BENEATH THEM have the right to tell them, “No.”

Which is exactly the reason we HAVE a 1st Amendment, so, yanno: Irony.

Insofar as Confederate is concerned, there is literally nothing stopping that production being made by the creators with their own money, they are entirely free to do so, if they believe that strongly in the project and HBO decides that it’s a better business decision to pass on it. If your counter to that fact is, “But they can’t afford it,” well them’s the breaks, buckaroo. Nobody owes them the money to make what they want.


A Different Kind of White Christmas


I turned at the sound of Spencer’s voice and smiled at him. I loved that he was comfortable enough with me to come inside my house as he pleased.
“Hey,” I replied. “Right on time.”
“Always,” he said as he reached around me and snatched one of the still-warm pastries I was arranging on a platter. I swatted at his hand playfully as he smiled around the pastry.
“Hands off, Dr.Reid,” I threatened.
“What’s on the oven?” He asked, and I smiled.
“Have a look,” I offered, gesturing toward the oven. He flicked the oven light on and leaned down to look inside. I watched him smile slightly as he straightened back up.
“They’re snowflakes,” he said, and I nodded.
“Mmhmm,” I hummed.
“I like them,” he said.
“You’ll like them better when you can eat them,” I teased, and he nodded.
“You’re a bottomless pit,” I said.
“I have a high metabolism,” he argued, and I laughed.
“Whatever you say,” I said.
“Okay, hurry up, I have a present for you,” he said excitedly. I glanced at the clock on my wall and then back at him.
“It’s only six-thirty on Christmas Eve, Spence,” I pointed out.
“I know, I know, but I’m really excited for you to see it,” he said. I laughed at him as I dried my hands on a dish towel.
“Pull those out of the oven for me?” I asked, and he nodded. He used potholders and pulled the pan of snowflake cookies out of the oven. When he yelped, I turned around quickly to find him shaking his hand around.
“Whoa, you okay?” I asked.
“I’m fine,” he said, but I smiled knowingly as I reached out, taking his wrist in my hands, catching sight of a small, slightly irritated spot on his hand, between his thumb and forefinger.
“Come on, butterfingers,” I teased as I led him to the sink, where I ran cold water over the burn.
“Band Aid?” I asked. He shook his head but I grabbed one anyway, and he didn’t protest as I secured it over his hand and brought it to my lips, kissing it lightly. He smiled adorably, and I smiled back at him.
“You good?” I asked.
“Perfect,” he whispered and I laughed.
“Come on, Lover Boy, we have Christmas movies to watch,” I said.
“Wait, what about your present?” he asked.
“Midnight, Spencer. I’ve told you that, we can open presents at midnight.”
“That’s five hours, eighteen minutes, and twenty-eight seconds from now,” he complained.
“Yeah, I know,” I said. “But I am not opening or giving any presents until it’s Christmas.”
“Fine,” Spencer sighed. “What movies are we watching?” He asked.
“We have a bunch,” I said cheerfully. “The Polar Express, Miracle on 34th Street, It’s A Wonderful Life, a dramatization of The Nutcracker,” I listed. I smiled up at him as we headed toward the living room. “You can pick first.”
“I’ll go with Miracle on 34th Street,” he said.
“Lovely choice, Dr.Reid,” I said, turning on the TV as we both settled onto the couch under a blanket. I leaned against him and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders as the movie started to play.

“Alright, are you ready?” I asked.
“I’ve been ready,” Spencer replied, holding my gift out to me, a small box wrapped neatly in silver paper and tied with a blue ribbon. I smiled as I examined it and then glanced back up, meeting his hazel eyes.
“Who helped you wrap this?” I asked.
“How do you know I didn’t do it myself?” He replied.
“Because I’ve seen your hand-eye coordination in action, and let’s just say I’m glad that ‘Dr.’ in front of your name means you’re a profiler and not a surgeon,” I said, and he shrugged.
“JJ helped,” he admitted and I nodded.
“Okay, well, it’s almost midnight, and I insist that you go first,” I said.
“Okay,” he agreed, and he tore into the small package I’d handed him without further delay. When he opened the box, his face lit up.
“Where did you even get this?” He asked, pulling the photo frame out of the box. I smiled.
“Well, apparently our team caught our first kiss on camera,” I explained. “You can thank JJ and Emily for that one.”
He smiled brightly at me, and I knew he liked the gift.
“Thank you,” he said. “Now, you go.”
I obliged, carefully removing the ribbon and the paper to find a sparkly black box. When I opened it, I felt my jaw drop a little bit.
“Spencer, this is beautiful,” I said.
“Do you like it?” He asked anxiously and I nodded.
“I love it,” I said fiercely. “It’s absolutely gorgeous.”
“Look at the inside,” he said. I pulled the bracelet out of the box. It was silver, a solid, thin band with eight identical dangling charms. They were small snowflakes, adorned with sapphire jewels that sparkled in the light. When I looked at the inside of the cuff, I saw thin script, an engraving that read, “Always My Snowflake” , and I couldn’t hold back the tears that rose to my eyes as I looked up at him.
“Thank you, Spencer,” I whispered, leaning over to wrap my arms around him as he pressed his lips gently to mine.
“I’m glad you like it,” he whispered.
“I’m glad I get to be your snowflake,” I murmured quietly, and he smiled.
“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

Little crush - Kai Parker imagine

Warnings: Talks about minor sex.

It was a very cold night in mystic falls and you were just finishing up getting ready at your apartment. You were going out with all your friends too dinner , nothing fancy just the mystic grill. It had been awhile since everyone hung out together, ever since everyone has gotten into a relationship it seemed we’ve all became distant. I on the other hand have not dated for the past three years, with no new faces around town , it seems pretty hard and I’m not up for the whole weird dating circle the gang has going on. 

As i put on my jacket, I heard a knockon my door. I quickly spray some perfume and put on my scarf and grab my bag. I open the door too only reveal the famous malachai parker. “Hey there snowflake” he says as he leans the door ledge. Ever since I slipped on slush the other day he’s been calling me snowflake. “ I thought caroline was going to pick me up?” “ she was until I texted her that you had the stomach flu and that I was going to take care of you” Kai says walking into my apartment to pet my dog.” Kai why would you do that , i actually want to hang out with my friends for once” i say annoyed by his actions.” hey , don’t get mad snowflake , christmas is around the corner you’ll have time then” he says with a smile on his face.” Can you tell me at least why you told caroline that lie?” i sigh closing the door. “ because , who wants too be around a bunch of couples tonight , why don’t we both go out and have a cu=ouple wings and beers on me?” he says with a flirty smirk on his face. Not gonna lie , when he does that it gives me butterflies , i might have the slightest crush on him but knowing him if he feels any sort of attarction towards me , it’s lust and nothing more.

“ fine , lets go malachai” i say and he beams with excitement and follows me out the apartment. we walk to his car and i immeadiatley turn on the heat seat warmers. He drives us too our favorite pub and we grab the same booth we always do. “ hey there handsome” the bartender/ waitress says to kai. she was about middle aged , she always flirted with kai but not in a harmful way she knows he’s too young for her( technically. “ hey there gorgeous” he flirts back and i chuckle.” what can i get you guys tonight?” she asks. “ I’ll have two beers- the usual and 30 wings , mild” he smiles to her.” coming right up sweetheart” she smiles at him and walks away.

“ you guys would make such a cute couple” I joke.” you think so?” he says tilting his head slightly and i laugh.” so tell me Y/N have you’ve been seeing anyone?” he asks as the waitress gives us the pints of beer and he politley smiles at her.” nah” i shake my head as i grab the pint of beer and bring it to my lips.” bullshit” he says rolling his eyes at me.” i’m being completley honest, everyone here has either dated eachother and their best friends or they’re just simply boring” i shrug. “ so im boring?” he asks with a flirty smile amd i roll my eyes playfully. “ no kai “ i say. “ well i haven’t dated anyone in mystic falls “ he shrugs. “ i think bonnie counts “ i say. “ oh please i wouldn’t have dated her in a million years, i just flirted with her to get under her skin” he says taking a sip of the beer. “ sure” i say raising my eyebrow.

“ no but tell me would you ever consider dating me?” he asks seeming quite serious. i feel myself start too blush at the question cause of course i think he’s hot , i mean look at him! “ why do you ask that?” i ask trying to seem cool about it. He leans in closer across the table.” c’mon Y/N i see the way you are around me… all flirty, you blush at leat 50 times whenever we are with each other and plus elena kind of told me you thought i was hot” he says with a flirty smirk plastered on his face. damn her i thought. 

“ so tell me , why don’t we give it a shot” he says leaning back and taking a sip of his beer. “ I-I don’t think so kai…” i say. “ and why not?” he asks. “ To be honest i just think we both want different things if we date and i wouldn’t want to jeopardize our friendship like that.“ I say awkwardly and he chuckles. ” what?“ I ask as we both take another swig at our beers. ” nothing I just think it’s funny that the only thing you think I want from you is sex" he says shaking his head. “ well , that’s been the case of every guy who’s ever asked me out and if I recall the last two girls you dated or whatever , you said that you were only dating cause of the casual sex” I say. “ you’re not those girls Y/N… and I-I actually like you. I don’t want you just for you body. You’re the only one who’s given me a chance to be a better person instead of hating me cause of my past ” he says and I just sit there not knowing what to say. “ I didn’t know… I’m sorry Kai ” i say. “ just , let’s see how it goes and if you end up not liking any of it then we can act as if it never happened” he says. I take a moment too think about , as much as I’d like to say no. I know I can’t, my mind won’t let me. “ ok” I nod my head and he smiles that gorgeous smile of him. “ great , consider this the first date ” he says as the lady brings us our wings and he winks at me. Oh I hope I don’t regret dating Malachi Parker…