i should do it to my tv next

Tagged by @rachel-bailey:

How old are you? 34

What’s your current job? Transport Operations Specialist for a really big internet company you all shop at. Part-time writer.

What are you talented at? Sarcasm. Sex. Making a Sunday roast. Snappy comebacks. Annoying people. 

What is a big goal you are working toward (or have already achieved)? I’m getting a book published next year, you may remember me screaming about it.

What’s your aesthetic? What do you mean am I here in my pyjamas? Soft butch with occasional flares of femme. Danish interior design and glass in my architecture. Leather bound journals and power tools. A soft top car and a pile of cats.

Do you collect anything? Starbucks mugs with cities/countries on them. I stopped for a while, now I think I should just lean in. 

What’s a topic you always talk about? The whereabouts of Ninjalista, politics both Scottish and American, gay stuff, television, football.

What’s a pet peeve of yours? Being shitty to people in customer service roles, holier than thou-ness, being needlessly interrupted.

Good advice to give? Do it. Stop talking about how you can’t and just do it. (Advice I am currently giving myself)

What are three songs you’d recommend? This Year by The Mountain Goats, Always Starting Over by Idina Menzel, and Harbor by Vienna Teng.

Flinch - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by kwanghale

Requested: Could you possible do a Stiles imagine where you two are dating and get into a bit of a fight. You then leave the house because you are both angry and need to cool off. Later you feel extremely guilty so you go over to apologise but he’s still angry and yells at you or something. He might go to run his hand through his hair or something, but you physically flinch because he was so angry. He then realises you thought he was going to hit you and is really sorry and makes it up to you with fluff!

Summary: (Y/N) and Stiles get in a fight about Stiles’ lack of presence and other things. She leaves and when she comes back to apologise she flinches at Stiles’ movement causing him to externalise everything he has been feeling for the past month.

“This is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever eaten.” I giggled.

“Wow, let me down easy why don’t you.” Stiles muttered as he sits down digging into his ‘creation’. 

“Hey, babe, what’s up? You’ve been really jumpy and kinda moody recently.” I say worried.

“I’m just sick of being under appreciated. I tried to cook you a nice meal but of course its not good enough. The only person that understands me right now is Lydia.” My eyes widen and I give him a sarcastic look.


“Yeah, Lydia.”

“Well, sorry I can’t be more like Lydia my voice drips with sarcasm.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Stiles glares at me.

“Oh, nothing. Just wish I could be more like you’re beloved Lydia. Maybe then you’d actually show some interest in me.”

“Interest? Are you kidding me?” Stiles sarcastically laughs.

“Yes, interest. You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks! This is the first time that we’ve hung out without Scott in nearly a month.” 

“Yeah, well maybe there’s a reason for it.” Stiles scoffs and gets up to throw his food in the bin.

“What reason?” I stand up and look at him and I see him roll his eyes. “If you don’t want to be with me anymore then you could’ve just said it.” I grab my bag and storm out of Stiles’ house.

I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling feeling nothing but pure anger. I haven’t heard from Stiles in ages and the next thing you know he’s being a complete douche. I hear a beep come from my phone that stops my inner rant. I pick up my phone and roll my eyes when I see the snapchat from Scott. I delete the notification and right before I put it back down I stare at my lockscreen; a photo of Stiles and I. It was taken the night that he had won the lacrosse game for Beacon Hills. I was kissing his cheek and the smile on his face was massive. He had his arm around me and a slight pink tint on his cheeks. I sighed as the photo faded and I was left to look at my reflection. Only then did I notice the tears rolling down my cheeks. I sucked up my pride and chucked on my converses and started making my way to Stiles’.

I knocked on Stiles’ door but no one answered it. I dug into my pocket and unlocked it before slowly pushing it open. I heard heavy footsteps and objects being thrown around so I quickened my pace inside until I saw Stiles with his back to me. I see him lift his fist ready to pound it on the table and instinctively I grab his wrist before he can hurt himself. He quickly turns around and rips his hand from mine, hurting my wrist in the process. I clutch it in pain as he towers over me and I take a few steps back. 

“What are you doing back here?” He shouts.

“I-I thought we could talk it out. I wanted to apologise.” I say softly as he stops and lets out a deep sigh. I see him lift his arm and I flinch before noticing he went to run it through his hair. He stops moving all together as he looks at me. 

“D-Did you just flinch?” I stay still and look at the ground refusing to answer him. “No, no, no, no.” He mumbles. “(Y/N). Do you seriously think I could ever hurt you?” I saw how upset he was getting as he stuffs his head in his hands.

“No… it was just a reflex. I didn’t mean to.” I trail off. 

“(Y/N). I don’t even know what to say. I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise how aggressive I was being. I just-” Stiles sits on his couch and wipes away his tears. “I know lately I’ve been pushing you away and acting like the worst boyfriend ever. I just realised that when we were fighting the alpha pack and you nearly died that I couldn’t help you. I tell myself day in, day out that I’d do anything to protect you because I love you so so much. But the truth is… I can’t. I don’t have any special powers; I’m not Scott. I’m… just me.”

“And that’s why I love you so much Stiles. You’re just you. You don’t have to pretend to be anything you aren’t. You love me for me and you put in so much effort into absolutely everything to try and make things better for those around you. Except you probably could’ve put in more effort into tonights dinner.” I giggle as I sit next to him on the couch. He laughs along but once its died down he looks at me with a serious face.

“How do I make it up to you?” 

“How about we start off with you actually feeding me a decent meal” I laugh.

“Pizza?” He asks and I nod. As he goes away to order I quickly put on the tv and put in a movie.

“Should be here in half an hour.” I hear his voice call from the kitchen as he grabs us both drinks. “Is that Star Wars I hear?” He comes running into the living room with a giant smile on his face and jumps next to me on the couch, passing me my can of coke. “God, I’m literally dating the hottest chick ever.” He mumbles to himself as he shuffles his body around so we can comfortably lay resting on top of one another. I giggle and snuggle into his deeper.

“Love you too.”

“Love you more.” He says as he presses a lingering kiss to my head.

Thanks for the request! Hope you liked it! Keep them coming people xx

BROKEN PART TWO: http://imaginingbucky.tumblr.com/post/160774269479/broken-part-one


“So, how does that feel?”

You couldn’t help but moan a little at the sensation. Steve’s hands were like magic.

“You’re really tense in your shoulders.” He said as he continued giving you a massage.

“That’s what having three kids does to you.” You joked.

The relationship that you had with Steve was a good one. It all started when you met him for coffee that Monday four months ago. He had been sweet and humorous the entire time. Sparks flew and now you found yourself with him romantically.

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My Dad Kidnapped Little Girls

I don’t ever remember my dad being normal. He was always a little strange. The man was secretive and closed off, and all his attempts at acting like a father rose the hairs on the back of my neck. It seemed forced. I don’t think I ever got used to that. There was no need, because he didn’t keep that up for long. By the time I was 5, I didn’t have a dad. What I had after that was a boss. Maybe an owner. Definitely not a dad.

He fully opened up as a person around that time. He brought a little girl into our home. She was small, but she was older than myself, too. Maybe 7 or 8. Her face was red and raw with tears. “Sam, this is your new little sister, Maria.” Before I could react, she spoke up between small sobs. “No, mister. I don’t know you. My name is Claire. Please take me home to my mommy, I promise that I won’t tell.” By the time she finished what she was saying, she was barely forming coherent sentences. That’s when I saw my Dad stop being my dad. With one fluid motion, he swung his arm, hitting her in the face and knocking her back on her ass.

I jumped up, too afraid and confused to do much of anything, but still frightened nonetheless. I was young, but I’d seen enough television to know that normal families didn’t do these things. “Sam, you sit your ass down or I’ll put you in the ground, you hear me?” Thus marked the loss of my father. Later, as I listened to the quiet cries of the girl, now locked in the room next to mine, he sat me down and explained that he wasn’t my father. He told me things a 5 year old should never hear. My life changed forever. I was a mistake.

The little girl was with us for a while. My dad left me at home while he went to the mall, buying all kinds of nice things for Maria. Claire. Whatever. He probably blew $500. The weeks afterward were strange, disgusting, and violent all at the same time. At the best, she would play along with his games and he would be happy. At the worst, I would have to listen to her screams as he did unspeakable things to her in the next room. After, when the screaming would stop, he would come to me and give me the same speech.

“This happens because you aren’t right, you understand? You should have been born a girl. We wouldn’t have to do this. She’s going to die someday because you’re trash.” He would walk to the door and finish with “Remember, Sam. No one out in that world will ever love you. If you try to leave, I’ll find you and I’ll kill you.”

Maria died about three months after my dad took her. This day wasn’t her first attempt at escape, but instead it was her last. Truly, I do not know if my father meant to kill her or not. He became consumed in his rage and I fought back tears as he continued to hit her and hit her, over and over again. Her little light went out as she choked on blood, gurgling sounds coming from her throat. She was buried in our back yard, right next to the playset that my father bought a year before. After that, he became nervous to the point where he packed me up and we started off on the road.

We lived like that for years. Sometimes, we’d live somewhere as long as a year, but that was the extent of it. On a good year, he’d take two or three girls without so much as a second look. People didn’t necessarily suspect him, though. He was a psycho, but the man was smart too. He would falsify documents and references, getting himself jobs as close to children as possible. I remember, one time, he was hired on to be an ice cream truck driver. He snatched up a little girl he called Gloria right in front of her house. He somehow managed to finish his route, too. She only lasted two months.

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Anonymous asked:

I’ve recently started planning a book about a town filled with supernatural happenings however as I’ve started to plan it I’ve realised it feels more like a TV show, where every episode the characters fix a problem, only for a different problem to come along next. Some of the problems are linked to the plot while others are subplots. Do you think this type of plot could be conveyed through writing, or should I change my plan so it works better in book format?

Ideally, a story should involve three things: 

1) A character who wants something and goes after it.

2) An antagonistic person/creature/force (or multiple) that throws obstacles into the character’s way, making it harder for them to reach their goal.

3) The character attempting to overcome each obstacle, sometimes succeeding and sometimes failing.

This dynamic of desired goal and the character’s struggle to reach it–that’s story. That’s what keeps people turning the pages or turning on the TV.

When, for whatever reason, you subdivide a story into chapters, parts (I, II, III, etc.), books in a series, episodes in a season, seasons in a series, or acts in a play, it is necessary for these parts to be able to stand on their own to some degree. Each of those parts needs to sort of tell its own story–one that builds toward the overall story, or the “story arc.” 

Here’s a graphic I did to show what that looks like in a book series:

In the graphic, “series arc” really means “story arc.”

So, my point to explaining all of this is what your story is doing–the character fixes a problem only for a new one to come along–that is the natural flow of a story. That’s the character struggling toward a goal, hitting obstacles, overcoming them, and moving on only to reach the next obstacle.

What you need to do, if you haven’t already, is figure out what your story arc is. What is the end goal this character is trying to reach? And, how do all of these little problems they’re overcoming help them take another important step toward reaching that main goal?

When you organize your story into goals, obstacles, sub-arcs, and the story arc, you’ll see a structure emerge that makes it feel less like your character is just fixing random problems before another one comes along. Giving your character an overall purpose will help give meaning to those individual problems and the overcoming of them. My post How to Give Your Story a Purpose goes into this in a bit more detail. :)

Have a writing question? I’d love to hear from you! Please be sure to read my ask rules and master list first or your question will not be answered. :)

Million Dollar Man

+Request: harry smut with harry as ur boss who’s been flirting with you and you’ve been teasing him a lot but u two haven’t had sex bc u know people would talk if they found out, but then he makes a really risky move that makes u change ur mind 

 A/N: Hey guys back with another imagine. I hope you guys like it because I worked super hard on this. I would love so much if you guys would leave feed back and tell me what you guys think of it. love you all and thank you! 

This one shot I based a bit off of and even named it from the original song called Million dollar man by Lana Del Rey. Go check out the song its so good, one of my favorites by her. 

 Working with Harry wasn’t as bad as it all really seems. Yes he may be strict and yes he may yell a lot but I just know that when you have to work with people that sometimes are idiots and don’t wanna do their work it is hard not to come off as a prick. Harry was a very smart man, he knew what he was doing and how to really become successful. I’ve only been working with Harry for about 3 months, it isn’t that long for you to base your perspective off of someone you barely know. But all of that aside, I has a crush on my boss. 

 He is so tall and strong and beautiful long curly hair. I just wanna run my hands through his hair and hear him moan to how good it feels. But there are a lot of other things I wanna do to him to hear him moan. I just wanna crawl under his desk and pull down his pants and suck his cock. I wanna hear him moan out my name so loud and to place his hand on the back of my head and push me down farther. I wanna look up and stare at his face while this is going down and see him roll his eyes back in his head and plead for more. I want him to finish in my mouth and to feel his cum run down my throat. But hes my boss so it would never happen.


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A Heated Scene ~Naughty November~

Prompt: Having to share a hotel room with Klaus, things get heated.

Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Word Count: 450


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Hi everyone, 

I’m on semester break and while I do have to write some papers, I finally have more time for my blog again - so here we go with blog compliments

What I’ll do: 

  • say some nice things about your blog!
  • probably follow a lot of you!
  • queue stuff from you for when my next semester begins (especially your original posts!)

What you should do: 

  • follow me if you want (would be cool but I won’t check)
  • reblog this post (likes=bookmarks)
  • send me an ask with one of the following:
    • how your day has been/your plans for tomorrow
    • your favourite book/movie/tv series or your favourite character from one
    • a travel recommendation in the UK or Ireland (museums, cities, towns, castles, beaches, restaurants, whatever you think I should go and see!)
  • include somewhere that it’s for the blog compliments with {bc} or something similar!!
  • if you’re a (new) studyblr and you want my opinion on your blog or tips on how to “improve” it, you can tell me so in the ask and i’ll give you some advice in addition to the compliments! :) 
  • (i’ll always do this if you request it, no matter if i’m currently hosting a compliments thing or not but I thought i’d mention it)
  • blacklist #athenacompliments if you do not want to see this!
  • This ends on March 31st 2017!

For any further questions just send me an ask – I hope you’re all having a nice week! 

Hot Coffee and Boob Massages

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

Spencer Reid x @matthewgraygublerisalilbean and partially me because we’re both currently dying bc cramps and bloating (Hailey and I, not Spencer)

Spencer’s POV

We had been at the Palm Springs Police department for a couple of hours when I started to notice Hailey behaving differently. She and I had been only dating for a couple of months but unbeknownst to her, I had deep feelings of affection, maybe even love, for her. Hailey was the one person I could 100% trust with my all.

When she thought no one was looking she would massage her breasts, as if they pained her. An hour ago she took some medicine but every time she went to sit up straighter in her seat, she winced. She was also massaging her stomach like one would with a stomachache. Furthermore, she was also rubbing her forehead ever so often, meaning she had a headache on top of all that.

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Q: Should Yuzuru put quad lutz in for next season?

So much overthinking as the person I am, with the lack of news during off-season, thoughts about technical aspects of next season have been wandering around inside my head for quite a while. 

Anh the big question for me as a Yuzuru’s fan is what should he do with his layout for next season? Should he add a new quad in or not? 

In a TV show and a magazine interview after WTT, Yuzuru said that he has no intention to put quad lutz in his program for Pyeongchang (though that quad was so beautiful, no pre-rotation and his toepick for inward, wtf). Also, I recalled from his FaOI talk with Nobunari and Shoma, he wrote for his goals that he want to consolidate what he learned so far into the program for Olympics 2018. All these made me have a very strong feeling that he is actually serious about not putting quad lutz in.

That’s fine, “no quad lutz is fine”, I thought. But what’s he gonna do with next season program and how will it be better from this year’s? Turned out, his layout already maxed out its value for a program with 3 kinds of quads he got (mostly for the LP): 

  • He’s only allowed to repeat 2 kinds of jumps, one of which is undoubtedly 3A given how much he loves it and how comfortable he is with it 
  • He got 2 quad salchow this season, and the biggest change can only be from 4S to 4L or doing a hard combination for 4S-2T. 

As for the situation we’re in and also for context, I find it very helpful to look back at the 13-14 Olympic season. The 2 main skaters that I’m gonna discuss in that season are Patrick and Yuzuru (for obvious reason). After taking the silver at Skate Canada and Trophee Bompard, Yuzuru got gold at GPF 2013 and then at Sochi, overthrowing Patrick’s throne that had been going on for the past 3 years. And the reason Yuzuru was able to do so were:

  • He got a really good SP that he could skate well and skate consistently, which creates a lead for him after SP 
  • By doing more difficult elements and placing them in the second half of the free program, he got an advantage in BV comparing to Patrick, which also allows him to win with a not very clean program (as I saw him struggle to skate clean his LP that season) 

For 13-14 season free program, the difference in BV of Yuzuru and Patrick was around 8 points, the total GOE for Yuzuru was 8-14 and Patrick was 17-18. So with a quite similar TES and a lead in SP, Yuzuru was able to win Patrick who was deemed unbeatable. 

For this season, this is some averages (just estimation, not exact) I got for the three skaters I think have the most potential for gold in Pyeongchang (this is only for the free, as to me their SP are around the same score): 

  1. Yuzu BV 103, GOE 20-23, PCS 94-97 
  2. Shoma BV 104, GOE 7.5-15, PCS 91-94
  3. Nathan BV 104, GOE 9-12, PCS 84-88
  4. Boyang BV 103, GOE 9-15 , PCS 83-86

My guess are that Nathan’s gonna add another 4Lz (layout like the one for Worlds this season), Shoma’s gonna add 4F, and Boyang’s gonna add another quad too (not sure about him, 4Lz/4L). This will up their BV by 8-10 points alone, assumed they don’t add any other changes and they have the same level of skating. However, things never stay constant. The three younger skaters still have a lot to improve on their PCS and how many GOEs they can take, so those number will definitely increase next season. 

I don’t underestimate Yuzuru’s ability to evolve, it’s just that he’s much closer to the point of “perfection”, according to CoP. In recent years, the maximum GOE he got was around 70-80% of max GOE for the whole free skate. And even if he got 10% more on GOE, which I think is “wow”, that’s an increase of only 3 points. His PCS is already around 97-98 points and I doubt that it can go any much higher.

 So assumed that he does as I said, keeping the quad lutz out of the equation, then Yuzuru might fall into the seat of Patrick in 2013. He’s an awesome skater, and it’s clear that no one can beat him if he can skate clean both programs. But from my short time as a fan, as much a believer I am of him doing the best come back from behind ever, I seriously won’t bet my money on him skating 2 programs clean under such pressure every time. The stress that he put on himself to skate clean SP in WTT 2017 and its result is a good evidence for this, I think. I think he knows much better about his hot-and-cold moments and as someone who used the BV card just a few seasons ago, he shouldn’t put the Olympic gold medal on such a risky bet like that in my opinion.

Of course, all my worries will be for nothing if he got an amazing SP from Jeff and leads the way with a few points in the SP. But those things, you never know until the season starts a while. I’m kinda worried because he seems to struggle a little bit with his first season for an SP, but me in my wishful thinking mode will hope that Jeff and Yuzu will go back to programs that Yuzuru can rock it CLEAN (they wanted LGC to be a challenge and it definitely was XD). I don’t really worry about Shae, so mehh… the choreography should be fine, it’s just about the jumps.

Again, so much uncertainty, and the ability of younger skaters to compensate the gap in quality with the BV of their quads as mentioned above put me into panick mode cause I really think he should put quad lutz in but there is no sign he would do so. Yuzu, I know you’re a smart ass, I just don’t know what’s in your mind right now =.=

Yes, that was all those clogged in my head *relieved*. But whatever happens, I’ll  still be happy I think. Either seeing that beautiful quad lutz in competition or witnessing a smooth and complex skate by Yuzu, so come fast next season!

 * this started out as some thoughts I have after Yuzu mentioned he wouldn’t include 4Lz in his program, then I kinda asked around tumblr a bit, only to realize I couldn’t include all my arguments and confusion in such small spaces. In the end, after 2 long weeks, I’m just like “Whatever, I’ll write this down and let them butcher my opinion.” So come join the discussion and enlighten me, guys! (that is if you’re still here at the end of this long ass post) *

Hidden in Plain Sight

Heyo! My first Thomas Jefferson fic. I hope I did ok frens. @always-blame-jefferson (and some others that I cant remember cuz its late) helped me out! So thanks! (No editing we die like men)

Words: 3497

Warnings: Cursing, some blood, slight angst

The bed beckoned for you to finally fall into it, but you refused. Your model was almost finished, and even though it wasn’t due for another week, you wanted to be prepared. The radio droned on in silence, trashy pop music at a dull whisper. Thankfully, a roommate hadn’t been assigned to you, so you were free to do things like this. You slowly adjusted the pipe shooting off your contraption, and sighed in relief when it stayed.

“OWW, FUUU-” A voice broke your concentration, and the pipe was knocked out of place. You softly cursed and ran a hand through your hair. The papers that were strewn around your desk fluttered as your rolled your chair back and made your way to the front door through your messy dorm. You readied yourself as you turned the handle, and squeaked when a tall figure popped into sight.

“God damn door, had to be right there-” He cut himself off when he saw you. “Uh, hey, you wouldn’t happen to have any bandages, right?” You tiredly blinked at him, and he leaned more into the light. His left eye and nose were bleeding, and you quickly yanked him inside.

“The hell did you do? What happened?” You rushed him into your bathroom before he bled all over your carpet.

“I may have gotten into a fight. No big deal.” The man shrugged it off and winced when you pressed a towel into his nose. He swayed on his feet, and you doubted that he was sober.

“It doesn’t look like you broke it, but what do I know, I’m an engineering major.” He chuckled.

“Thanks. Is that why you’re up this late?” You nodded and stood on your tiptoes to get some painkillers from the medicine cabinet. He quickly got from for you and you huffed.

“Too slow, shorty.” You frowned and hit him on the shoulder. He hissed in response and flexed his arm.

“Don’t call me that.” The man raised his eyebrow.

“Oh, and what do I call you?”


“Well (Y/N),” He said while you were closing the bathroom door to give him some privacy, “Name’s Thomas Jefferson, pleasure to meet you.” You froze, then quickly shut the door before he could see the surprise plastered on your face.

Shit shit shit shit shit. Why the hell did Thomas Jefferson of all people come to your door at 2 in the morning?

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Request from Anonymous: Hello i’ve seen that there’s only a few loco scenarios and recently i can’t get enough of his cuteness oh damn. So can i request a scenario where you and loco’s taste on things and flavors are so contrast that you always bicker with one another outdoors but at home both of you are so adorably dork

Lo. Co. Lo. Co. Lo. Co. Lemme see that body gaga ;) anyway i hope you enjoy this short scenario xx 

“Can I please get one scoop of the cookies and cream and umm one scoop of the double choc chip. Oh and in a cup please.”

You gave the cashier the money and took your ice-cream. Loco and yourself were meeting up with Gray and Simon D for lunch but they haven’t turned up yet so you went and got ice-cream first.

“Ice-cream before lunch? You’re a funny one,” Loco teased you. You stuck your tongue out at him. “Let me eat in peace, babe. Want some?” You put a spoonful of the double choc chip in front of his mouth. 

“Nah. I don’t like that flavour, it’s too sweet,” he said as he moved his head away from your offer. 

“Hey love birds,” Simon called out. He and Gray had finally arrived. “Sorry, we’re late. Jay wouldn’t shut up about his dogs.”

“His dogs are adorable. Don’t blame him,” you beckoned back at Simon. 

“What are you guys doing?” Gray asked as he sat down opposite you.

“Loco doesn’t like my taste in ice-cream. He thinks ice-cream is too sweet.”

“It is but I still eat ice-cream. Just not those favours you have in that cup,” Loco pointed to your ice-cream.

“Right. Because you like them weird flavours. Who likes mint choc chip? Seriously. It’s like eating toothpaste with chocolate. Ugh.”

Loco was about to make another comment when Simon stopped him.

“Ahh you two are so annoying when you talk about food. Why can’t you just accept that each of you have different taste buds. Now can we order lunch. I’m starving.”

“Mmm this caesar salad looks good. Guys wait! Let me take a photo of our lunch first,” You took out your phone and started taking different angles of the food. Gray also took out his phone and started to Snapchat. 

“Are you done, [Y/N]? I’m want to eat my food,” Simon whined. 

“Ok, I’m done. You now may eat, boys.”

You ordered a chicken burger with a side of fries and Loco ordered a beef burger and also a side of fries. You like to dip your fries in tomato sauce so you reached for the sauce and squirted it on the empty side of your plate. Loco saw what you did and he scoffed.

“What?” you asked him.

“Fries don’t need extra flavour, babe. And if you were to dip fries into a sauce it should be a spicy mayo.”

Both Gray and Simon looked at each other and sighed. 

“I like it with tomato sauce so can you just shut up. Let me eat what I like.” 

“It’s not right.”

“I wouldn’t be talking for someone who likes to eat steam vegetables with just salt sprinkle on top. Ugh.” 

“Hey! You said they were nice when I made them the other night.”

“Well…. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

Loco moved his plated further away from yours.

“Aw babe, I’m sorry. Here, have some of my drink. It’s a lemon iced tea.”

Loco turned to you in disgust.

“Iced tea with burgers. Ugh. Babe, you know my favourite drink is vanilla milkshake.”

“I think this is the last time we go out to lunch with the both of you,” Simon said. “Gray and I can’t even eat in peace.”

“Seriously, I wonder how the two of you act at home. I’d imagined you two constantly bickering about every little thing.” Gray said as he took a bite of his burger.


“Hey look babe. I have a beard and a monobrow,” you poked your head out of the bathroom and showed Loco your foam beard and monobrow that you made from your foam cleanser. “Do you still find me attractive?”

Loco let out a big smile. “More than ever.” 

Loco was gathering the dirty dishes when he heard you call him from the bathroom.

“Babe!” you yelled out. “I need help…”

Loco immediately set down the dirty dishes and went to see you. 

“What is it?”

He saw that your head was bent down in the sink. 

“The cleanser went into my eyes and it is stinging my eyes. Can you get me my face towel? I can’t open my eyes.” 

Loco laughed at you. 

“It’s right next to you, babe,” he said as he took you hand and guided it to the towel. It was literally right next to the sink.

Once you dried your face you noticed your eyes were red. Loco was still standing there and he was smiling at you. 

“You look like you took drugs.”

“Your love is my drug.”

“Oh god, that was so cheesy. Don’t make me throw up dinner.”

You raise your hand to smack Loco across the chest but his reflex was faster than yours. He stopped your smack and leaned in to give a kiss on the lips. 

“Gray was dead wrong thinking we would bicker when we’re home,” you said. 


“What do you want to do now? I don’t have any work to do.” Loco asked you as he finished washing the dishes.

“I’m about to watch this week’s ep of Game of Thrones. Come join me,” you replied from the living room. 

“Nooo, I don’t want watch tv. Can we do something else?” he asked as he sat down next to you. 

“Fine, I can watch this tomorrow night then. Wanna play some board games?”

“Hmm, let’s play Snap. It’s more fun.”

“Snap? I haven’t played that in a long time. Do you even have a deck of cards?”

Loco stood up and went to look in the drawers.

“I should…Ah, here it is!”

“Okay, best of three? The winner gets to slap the loser.”

First round: You won.

Second round: Loco won.

Final round: You won.

“Yes!! Now.. where should I slap you?” 

“Not my hands. It’s all red now, thanks to you. If it is still red tomorrow morning, the boys are going to make fun of me. Especially Jay.”

You smiled at him and wondered where to slap him. His face? His arms? His butt? 

But you thought you’d do something different. You didn’t slap him but you pinched his cheeks instead.

Anon: Imagine where the reader is always really exited when they pass the pet store in order to meet their Boyfriend 2p Russia at the park across from the shop, but they has no time with work / school and can't afford it. One day their favorite puppy is gone and they're really bummed. Russia invites them back to his apartment for lunch and she's greeted with her favorite puppy .When the reader asks, he's like well, I needed company and you're always welcome to visit :) ( just wants to see them more)

I wanted to try a little different way of writing, but let’s see how it goes! Enjoy this experimental writing sweeties :)

There is a building across from the park.

An unassuming building with its grey cover and printed company title hanging just above the double window doors. There are many windows that allow others to peer in, too see the big eyed and adorable faces of baby animals. Or the more exotic creatures (compared to the fluffy puppies and cats and small little mice) that are to be cared for with great responsibility, such as the hedgehog, porcupine, or the reptiles with their unblinking eyes and scales.

There are also animals that have been rescued, wary eyes peering at the people who stared back at them, hearts beating fast but eagerly for another chance.

You always stopped to look at the animals, but nothing more so than a specific puppy. It was a fluffy thing with a grayish sort of coat mixed with browns and blacks, the fur practically enveloping the small body until it looked like nothing more but a large chocolate marshmallow. It often bounced around with no end in sight, dark eyes glimmering and muzzle opening into a wide beaming smile as it leaned against the window, the stubby paintbrush tail flapping side to side with its happiness. It was a little ball of sunshine and you wanted this puppy.

And you would HAVE HIM.

Even if you had to steal him.

Well, okay, maybe you wouldn’t steal him, even as you despaired at the long hours of work as you stalked up on cash, you wanted the accomplishment of having earned the right for this puppy. To know you had worked hard and that your heart, tears, and sweat were given to have this beautiful, adorable little marshmallow. That didn’t mean you stopped cursing over how expensive animals could be, wishing it wouldn’t take so long to have this happy puppy for your own.

I can ask Ion for some help.

But you weren’t entirely certain he would want to have a puppy.

The two of you were often busy with school and work (and honestly you were putting a dollar every other week into the savings, not much with all the rent and food and tuition) and what little time you both did have was for each other. Neither of you had the time or space to care for a puppy, especially one that would grow even bigger than the couch in the living room.

You shouldn’t even be contemplating on buying the puppy.

Truly you were just a little too eager for an animal you couldn’t afford.

But it’s such a cute puppy.

But do you really need a puppy?

I want that puppy.



You groaned in dismay as you realized it was a battle. A battle you would lose with yourself. An ever losing battle every time you walked the small sidewalk towards the park (which just had to have a pet store right in front of the entrance where all the kiddies could spot them and beg their parents for a pet while their parents despaired over the injustice of listening to their children cry all the way home). You could see the building even from here, it’s oddly tame structure compared to the other buildings around this area. You would see the puppy again and think: Soon. I shall have you and pet you, adorable marshmallow.

Yet as you neared the window, all you could see were the smaller puppies, golden and white furred and grey, but not that meshed brown, overgrown puppy.

Your heart dropped.


The puppy is gone.

You almost cried.

Instead you sniffled a little, tugged the collar of your coat up to your cheeks, and walked stiffly across the road towards the park. It was the walk of shame mingled in with the heavy ache of a battle lost before it could ever start.  

Someone had bought the puppy. Someone had bought the puppy and now you will never see it again.

But maybe they live somewhere around here? Maybe they’ll walk the puppy in the park and you’ll be able to watch from afar like a betrayed lover as the puppy happily pranced around with its new owner, and then you’ll weep at home and think of what could have been.

Everything that could have been.

Ion spotted you before you spotted him, too torn by the idea of never seeing the puppy or seeing the puppy and crying while eating ice cream, that you never noticed his call and the confusion when all you did was stand there thinking of all the What If’s.

The betrayal is already real.

One would think a person would feel more like this if the boyfriend had cheated or something similar, but sorry not sorry Ion. The heart has already been given to The Puppy.

Ion was an absolute sweetheart though.

He already could see the sadness, even if he didn’t truly understand what had caused it. Instead of trying to pry immediately he instead, calmly asked if you wished to visit his house, to have lunch, to speak together. In all honesty all you wanted was to run home and ask God why he couldn’t let you have the puppy.


“Yeah… okay.”

Ion smiled and for a moment you wanted to climb a small tree and smack him.

How dare he be happy when you were filled with sadness!

You refrained in the name of love.

It absolutely had nothing to do with the marshmallow puppy. Of course not.


¤ Ω ¤

“Do you mind grabbing the remote from my room? I left it in there by accident.”

Ion, you fool, only an idiot would leave the remote in a room where there isn’t a TV.

You trudged through the small hallway, listening to Ion in the kitchen, his entire being seemingly puffed up more proudly than he should be.

His room wasn’t that large, so it would only take just moments to find the remote, especially with his strange, and almost blank neatness of his room. It might even just be on the dresser, sitting innocently next to a picture of Ion and his family.

The door creaked open and without warning a barreling monster of fur tackled you. You shrieked as it began to lick and bark and pad all over your sprawled form. Your hands quickly cupped over the mouth of the creature, feeling the wet nose and the small barely grown teeth poking out from the gums of an open mouth.

You stared into glimmering dark eyes, blinked, and then shrieked.


Ion peeked from around the corner of the kitchen, spotted a happy puppy and an even happier girlfriend. He slowly returned to the food, listening as you shrieked, “FLUFFY MARSHMALLOW, I LOVE YOU.”

Endless Love

[WARNING: Instance of a character using a homophobic slur]

You would think, in this day and age, that military personnel would be above acts of violence against their own people for something they have no control over. Like whom they love, for example. But you’d be surprised how many give in to that carnal desire to kill all because of one person. The ring leader who people follow without question, if they’re convincing enough.

When my husband of five years enlisted, I was scared, I’ll admit. I was afraid that he might volunteer for combat once he got out of boot camp. That was my biggest fear because we’d already discussed how we’d keep letters pretty gender neutral in case any of the others wanted to take a peek. You can’t be too careful and we thought he’d be safe from ridicule. It worked. He finished boot camp without any grief from the others for being gay.

After finishing up training, he came home for a time and we enjoyed ourselves. We went out to dinner and the movies and spent a day in bed. It was nice but it didn’t last long before he was gone again, headed to Germany for half the year.

Everything was normal until two months into his stay when the calls stopped. The first day I didn’t think anything of it, he had told me that things were getting pretty busy and he might not be able to call me every day like usual.

So I let it go. Even let the second day go. The third day is when I got the call.

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Don't You Forget About Me (Part Four/?)

Originally posted by takemespidey

Peter Parker x Reader

Part One//Part Two//Part Three

(a/n I’m so sorry for disappearing with this story! But here’s another part to quench you)

You had just gotten home from school. You were ready to fall facedown on your bed and sleep until you were old. Today was long; not just because of all the lectures, but also because Peter wasn’t at school.

For some reason, you had started relying on the boy to keep you company. You had let him in after weeks of him chasing you. Sure, neither of you have gotten anything done on your English project, but you both have learned more about each other.

You sighed and opened the fridge before slamming it shut when you found nothing of interest. “Ugh, I need good food to quench my dark, dark soul.” You muttered as you sat down on the couch and turned on the television.

“It seems that Spiderman has gotten himself into another fight with a gang.” A news caster spoke through the wind. She turned around to look at the fight. “I don’t think he’s going to get up on this one.” You shrugged and changed the channel. By the time you had fully immersed yourself into your favorite show, the sky had gone dark and someone knocked on your door.

Slowly you got up and paused the television, your jaw locking. “This better be important.” You voiced as you opened the door to see the one and only Spiderman in your apartment’s hallway. Your jaw dropped at the sight of him, and also at the sight of the pain he was in.

“I didn’t know where else to go.” He heaved, gripping onto the doorframe for support. He looked like he was about to pass out, so you pulled his arm over your shoulder and brought him to the couch.

“You look like hell.” You stated as you stood up and let him get comfortable. “Why did you come to my apartment? I’m on the fifth floor, dude.” He winced in what you could only assume as pain and embarrassment.

“Because, my best friend doesn’t know that I’m Spiderman. Neither do you, but, I don’t think you would freak out as much as N-he would.” He rushed out as he tried to sit up.

“Hey, no moving.” You snapped, pushing him back down gingerly. “I don’t need you dying in my sitting room.” He smiled through the ripped mask as you left to go grab the first aid kit. “I hope you know how to do stitches,” you muttered, “because once tried sewing and ended up breaking the machine.”

“I know how to stitch.” He took the kit from you and struggled to get out of his top. You rolled your eyes and helped him lift it over his head, trying to create as little pain as possible. As he stitched himself up, you sat down on the coffee table with crossed arms.

“So, you said you know me.” You declared, gaining his interest. He nodded and put some rubbing alcohol on one of his cuts. “Can I guess who you are? Or do you want to keep it a secret?”

“Guess away,” he chuckled shakily, “I’m sure it won’t be that hard to figure out who I am.” You nodded and narrowed your eyes at him before gasping.

“I knew it!” You exclaimed with a laugh. “I knew that body was familiar.”


“I watch you when you swim Parker, it’s no big deal.” You announced with a nonchalant demeanor. His mask’s eyes widened as he choked on what you guessed as spit.

“You watch me swim?” He queried, willingly taking off his mask. You nodded and put the first aid kit as you realized he was finished.

“Duh. Do you not see me at every swim meet?” Peter blushed, causing you to smirk and hop off of the table to go grab some clothes from your mom’s room for him. When you got back, you threw the clothes at him.

“You can wear those if you don’t want to wear your suit. Sorry if they smell like perfume; my mom went as a man for Halloween one year and just couldn't sacrifice her perfume.” He nodded and started changing once you turned your back to him.

“Uh, thanks Y/N.” You turned back around with a hum in acknowledgement. “Do you think I could lay low here for the night? I don’t want my Aunt to worry about the bruises.”

“Yeah, sure. You should probably call her though.” He nodded and caught the phone you threw at him. With a  quick conversation, Peter ended the call and placed the phone on the coffee table as you sat down next to him. “Want to watch some tv?”

“Sure!” You turned the television off of pause and settled down to watch the rest of you show as you absentmindedly set your head on his shoulder. After a few minutes, Peter spoke up. “Thanks for not freaking out.”

“No problem, Parker.” You turned your head to look at him, a small smile taking over your face. “Next time I’d suggest to not get into a fight you can’t handle by yourself. Call the Avengers or something.”

“Okay, I will.” He muttered as you flickered your eyes back to the television. Peter’s stayed on you for the rest of the show and until he fell asleep right after you.


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Blizzard--Imagine #8

Anonymous asked: Do you think you could do just a super fluffy imagine? where you and your crush have a movie night, watching cartoon movies, making jokes about them all. Cuddling, playing with eachothers hair. etc etc. Just want something super fluffy eek. love your writing x

fahimah-bbosa asked: Could u do an imagine where ur walking out of ur school + u bump into ur crush + he decides to walk home w u since u both live in the same direction + when u guys get to ur house u invite him in + watch a movie and cuddle + have fluffy stuff happen😊

A/N: So, I decided to combine these because they are pretty much the same. Hope it was fluffy enough. I always tend to make things more heated lmao. Also, this one really got away from me lmao, but I loved it too much to stop. Hope you guys don’t mind, and you enjoy it! Keep dreaming!~Logan

The crisp, cool air hit my face as I walked through the doors of my school. I gripped my thin sweater tighter around me as the cold wind pinched at my nose and cheeks. A sudden gust of wind slammed into my face, and I had to close my eyes against the force of it, pushing my body forward against the invisible force. That’s when my body collided with someone else’s and I let out a shriek. 

“Oh my god! Are you ok?” C/n asked, gripping my shoulders with warm hands to steady me.

I opened my eyes slightly, the wind not letting up. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Sorry about that.”

“Damn wind, am I right?” He chuckled shifting his weight from one foot to the other as his e/c eyes scanned my face. 

I self consciously brushed my finger over my nose, knowing it was already bright red from the cold. 

“You heading home?” His bright eyes twinkled with some emotion that resembled eagerness.

“I am,” I shivered, beginning my walk away from the school. 

It was a few minutes before I realized that he was walking right along side me and the realization hit me like a brick. Abruptly I stopped, and he swung his head around to look at me, eyes filled with worry.

Raising my eyebrow at him, I asked, “Why are you walking with me?” God, could I get any more awkward.

“My house is not far from here and I thought since we were heading in the same direction I would accompany you,” he said, giving me a sheepish smile.

I shrugged my shoulders, continuing on. The wind was relentless and I cursed under my breath as my fingers froze and my arms quaked with cold. 

“Here,” C/n stopped me by touching my arm gingerly and holding out his jacket. “To keep you warm. You look like you might turn into a frozen ice sculpture any minute.”

The blood that rushed to my face as I took the jacket from his hands and shrugged it on was a welcome feeling against the bitter wind. I sighed in relief, the jacket toasty from his body heat. As the jacket warmed my core, I took a whiff of the scent that radiated off it. It was both sweet and masculine and I wanted to drown in it. He smiled happily at me despite his arms going around his waist, giving away that he was cold without the coverage. 

“Thank you,” I murmured from behind the collar of the coat. 

“My pleasure,” his answer came back, warming me better than any piece of material.

The walk from my school to my house was a short one and all too soon, I stopped in front of my doorway. 

“This is me,” I said, disappointment thick in my voice.  

“Yeah, I guess I’ll see you around?” His reply coming out as a question. 

I didn’t want him to leave and I already felt that horrible sensation coming on that burrowed itself in my stomach determined to make me feel lonely the rest of the day. So, I decided to take a chance.

“You know, you could come inside and have some hot chocolate before you head home,” I ventured, and swelled with pride as the twinkle in his eyes that had dimmed as I was about to leave brightened at my suggestion.

“I mean, if it’s not too much trouble,” he said quickly, and I recognized the look of longing on his face I so often felt on mine when I let an opportunity to talk to him pass by. 

“Not at all,” I smiled.

Having him in my house was weird. Not that I didn’t like it, but it was just something I never imagined would happen in real life. As I stole a glance at him, leaning on the counter, stirring his hot chocolate into warm milk, I realized I still had his jacket on and startled, almost knocking down my mug in the process.

“Hey, you ok?” He asked, eyebrows lifting.

Y-yeah, I jus- I just realized I’m still wearing your coat,” I said, pulling it off.

His warm e/c eyes kept a steady gaze on me, as I shed the layer revealing my blue sweater underneath. Something about the way he was looking at me made me feel like it was a much more intimate gesture than simply handing someone their coat back.

“Hot chocolate good?” I asked, trying to get the conversation rolling again. 

He took a sip, noisily gulping down the hot liquid and I laughed as he let out an obnoxious exhale.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I chuckled, grabbing my own hot cocoa and putting his jacket on a stool in the kitchen. 

I didn’t bother telling him what I planned to do next, but he followed me willingly. Feeling his eyes on my backside, I swished my hips a bit more and heard him clear his throat. Satisfied, I sat down in front of the living room TV, sinking into the plush couch, and changed the channel to Adventure Time.

C/n stood awkwardly in the doorway of the living room, looking like he was debating something. “I should probably head home,” he mumbled. 

My face fell. I stood and walked to the window. The ground had been covered by snow and the wind outside was now howling. I could barely see my neighbor’s house across the street through the thick haze the blowing snowflakes were making. It was basically a full out blizzard.

“You think it’s safe to walk through that?” I asked, hoping, praying he’d say no.

“Mm, nah. Looks like I’ll have to stay here ‘til it lets up. I mean, if that’s fine with you,” he added, looking none too disappointed about having to stay in my house. With me. 

I grinned at him. “No, I think I’ll throw you out into the snow,” my eyes glinting in the dim glow of the room coming from the lamps as I pushed him back onto the couch, emphasizing my words with actions. “Make you fend for yourself. And I’ll steal your jacket from you so you’ll have no protection from the cold.”

“You sure you’re not an evil snow queen,” c/n’s eyes twinkled up at me, his pupils larger than before as I stood in front of his sitting form.

I grabbed a whole armful of fuzzy, fleece blankets and opened them over us. I burrowed into the blankets and looked at him.

“No, I’m a very kind blanket queen,” I smiled.

He laughed and I savored the sound. He covered his mouth with his hands, as if he was shy to let me see his smile and was embarrassed by the loud sound of it. But I didn’t mind at all. In fact, I wished he’d let me see it, unobstructed. It was a glorious thing to hear. It filled the empty rooms of my house, as well as the empty caverns inside of me that had been covered in dust. Places that had been abandoned over time where once they had been overflowing with love and happiness. I wanted to live in that moment forever.

His laugh subsided and he burrowed himself under the blankets as well, before grabbing his hot chocolate. I did the same and took a sip from my own mug. The chocolate flavor burst on my tongue and I moaned deeply, my eyes fluttering closed, the feeling of it’s warmth spreading through my extremities, making me slump deeper into the couch. C/n choked on his drink and started spluttering. I opened my eyes, and tried not to laugh as a dribble of hot chocolate ran down his chin from his lips and his eyes watered. Patting his back as he tried to regain his breath, I memorized the feel of his back under my hands, how it expanded and retracted as he caught his breath.

“You alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he said, a blush rising to his cheeks.

I giggled at the dribble of liquid still on his chin.

“What?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

Instead of answering, I licked my thumb and drew it across his chin, the tip of it just grazing his bottom lip, and cleaned away the drip. Before I knew what I was doing, or could even stop myself, I casually licked the liquid off my thumb and went back to sipping from my mug.

“You had some hot chocolate on your chin,” I said, my eyes going back to the TV, but I took a double take as I saw the expression on his face.

His e/c eyes were glued on my face, piercing into my own. His adorable pink lips hung open in a small “o”, a look of complete mesmerization on his face. He mumbled something extremely low, but from what I could hear it sounded like “fuck”. Eventually, he pulled away his eyes, and began sipping from his mug again, a deep red blush clear on his complexion.

I turned to watch the TV again, when I realized I didn’t know if c/n even liked Adventure Time.

As if he had read my thoughts he smiled, “I love Adventure Time.”

“Oh my gosh, really?” I exclaimed, excited to find we had something in common.

“Yeah! I’m so happy you like it, too. Everyone I know thinks it’s too weird,” he chuckled.

“Same! When I tried to get my mom to watch it she said she wouldn’t ever be drunk enough to enjoy it and left to watch Seinfield in her room,” I laughed.

He let out that hearty laugh again. “Jake’s my favorite character.”

“Marceline’s my favorite,” I grinned.

“Aha!” C/n shouted.


“I knew there was some evil in you,” C/n’s eyes twinkled with mischief.

“She’s not evil, she’s complex, you doofus!” I rolled my eyes, playfully.

“Oh, that was a mistake!” C/n looked at me with a sexy smirk, his one eyebrow raised, and he lunged at me. 

His fingers prodded my skin and I collapsed on the couch, in the bundle of blankets.

“No one calls me doofus, missy!”

 Twisting and turning, I let out shrieks and giggles as he tickled me, and the blankets prevented me from kicking him off as they wrapped around his and my legs. I writhed under his teasing touches, laughing and panting.

“Stop!” I gasped through giggles. 

His fingers were merciless.

“Never! You will feel my wrath, y/n,” he said lowly into my ear, his panting and soft chuckles caressing my neck in hot puffs of air as his body blocked mine from escaping.

A shiver ran down my spine, and I was certain he noticed, since the chuckle he released was more of a strangled sigh. God, the things he was doing to me. Not to mention the position we were in was extremely intimate. His body hovered over mine, his head so close to my neck I could feel his breath. My body kept brushing against him as I thrashed under his prodding touches.

“C-C/n, s-stop! Plea-ease!” I let out a shriek as he started tickling around my neck. “I’ll d-do whatever y-you say-y!” I stuttered.

The tickling immediately stopped. My body slumped into the couch, relieved. He moved his face to look into my eyes. I realized what I said might be a mistake.

Whatever I say?” He asked, quirking that damned eyebrow, that cheeky look in his eyes back again.

“Yes,” I panted, trying to regain my normal breathing.

“Well, then,” he said, his eyes flipping from my eyes to my lips. “I say I lay down and you let me tell you how beautiful you are and how much I like you,” he finished, his voice now gentle and cautious. 

“Your wish is my command,” I breathed, my eyes wide at the realization that he actually liked me.

He unexpectedly caressed my cheek, his warm, large hand covering the majority of my cheek. The pad of his thumb stroked the skin below my eyes gently.

“You are so beautiful, y/n,” He whispered, gazing into my eyes as if in a trance. 

Leaning into his palm, I closed my eyes. A peace I hadn’t felt in what seems like forever flooded through me. 

Reluctantly, he pulled away. Instead though, his hands guided me up. I didn’t quite understand what he was doing until he slid his body under mine, his legs on either side of me. Gently, he pulled me back down so my head was resting on his sturdy chest.

I turned my head and continued watching the show. Although, even with the show’s volume on normal, I couldn’t focus on anything except for his heartbeat drumming in my ear. It was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard and I wanted to wrap myself in it. Instead, I pulled the blanket up tighter around us, and wiggled trying to get more comfortable.

C/n let out a grunt. “Hey, y/n, not so much rubbing,” he chuckled and I could hear the blush in his voice.

“Sorry,” I smiled, looking back at him. 

The view was priceless. He was beet red, and he had the cutest sheepish smile on his face as he tried to adjust his position on the couch so as not to rub himself against me, which was impossible considering our bodies were flush against one another. 

“Stop fussing, you’re fine, I’m fine. We’re fine,” I said, caressing his cheek before laying back down. 

I had only just closed my eyes, when I felt his lips on my head. The kiss was tender. Pulling my hair out from under my head, he began running his fingers through it. I sighed in contentment. Braiding and unraveling my hair again, he started humming my favorite love song. I remember me talking about it in class once, and noticing how his full attention was on me. The humming traveled through his core, and with my ear pressed to his chest I could hear it vibrate through his body. His fingers were so gentle and nimble as they worked through my hair, then my scalp. I moaned, and my hands flew to my mouth. 

“It’s okay, y/n. Let me love you,” his voice came out so soft I barely heard it. 

I relaxed into his fingers though as he massaged my scalp. Starting at the nape of my neck, working his way up and to the sides of my head, eventually using his nails to gently scratch. I let out another moan, and I felt his chest stiffen and relax under my head as he chuckled. 

“You always smell like roses and I’ve always wondered whether it’s perfume or what. But now I realize it’s your shampoo. Should’ve been obvious considering anytime you walked into class with wet hair you smelled especially strong of it. God, it’s absolute torture when you walk by and leave that heavenly scent trailing behind you, like it’s teasing me to follow you,” he mumbled, seemingly lost in his own world. His own world that apparently revolved around me.

“Didn’t know I had such an effect on you, c/n,” I giggled. 

“You’re absolutely intoxicating,” he said, his voice pouring into my ear like silk. He had slid down now, so that his mouth was right by my ear. 

Those thick fingers slid under my shirt, making swirling patterns on my soft stomach. I caressed his forearms as they moved, making my own patterns on his skin. I moved my feet to tickle his. I could feel his smile grow bigger against the side of my face. I moved my leg up slightly, deciding I liked this, and stroked his muscled calf with my foot. Up and down. I was rewarded with his breathing becoming uneven. 

His warm arms wrapped around my stomach, trapping me to him and he whispered, with a smirk, “You’d better stop being such a tease unless you want me to have a heart attack.”

“We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” I chuckled, continuing my massaging on his leg. 

I looked back at him and grinned, wickedly. He raised his eyebrows in question, and I grinded my ass into him.

His eyes rolled back and his head thumped against the arm of the couch, a strangled moan escaping his lips. The sound was music to my ears. 

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Y/n stop, please.”

But I didn’t. I kept grinding and I felt my actions having the expected effect on his body.

“I thought you said my wish was your command,” he gasped, trying to contain himself from moving against me. 

“It is,” I giggled. “What do you wish for, c/n?”

“I wish for you to stop doing that, because I know you’re just teasing me,” he panted. 

I immediately stopped, turning around and straddling him instead. I quirked my eyebrow.  “And?”

“And I wish you were my girlfriend,” He breathed, brushing a stray lock of hair that had fallen across my face.

Immediately, I fell into his arms, laughing, feeling giddy. Hovering over him with my elbows resting on either side of his face on the arm of the couch, I brushed my fingers through his hair.

“God, yes,” I grinned. 

He crushed me in a suffocating hug and kissed my neck repeatedly.

“Thank god for blizzards,” he chuckled.

I looked into his shining eyes and nuzzled my nose against his.

“Thank god for you,” I said, before his lips captured mine in a sweet kiss filled with giggles and passion.

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Some day~ I actually have a certain idea for this.
I have too mamy ideas for this au and not so much time. And although I’m excited for drawing this and will do it regardless if someone else reads it or not, I wish more people were interested in my comics, I would feel more motivated.
That’s why I’m very happy that you wrote to me what you wanna see in next parts~

Tsukista TV Ep 6 Summary Notes

This last episode of Tsukista TV focused on Tomotsune Yuuki, who plays Shun, and Doi Kazumi, who plays Kai. (I can’t help but notice that Blue Moon beer logo on the side of the bar in the above screencap lol). These Tsukista TV episodes were a lot of fun to watch, and it gave us more insight into the actors’ lives and personalities. Also, the Tsukiusa Taisou will be stuck in my head forever… I still haven’t written anything for the first episode yet, but that should be posted next week. I’ll put links to all 6 of my episode posts on my Scans/Translations/Misc. page once I’m finished. Thanks for reading!

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The Office

2 teams of 6 good looking men, 1 intern, 1 receptionist and an overwhelming amount of tension and flirting.

Part Four - The Dawn Of Efficiency

Genre: CRACK | Fluff | Angst
Members:  OT7
Word count: 2,506

A/N: I’d like to throw in a small DISCLAIMER right here, right now. Some of the content in this chapter - not to give spoilers but mainly the prank - are based off scenes from the US Tv show the office. So those of you who’ve seen the show will know and you will be dying along with me. - Amelia 

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My Boyfriend *Sergio Ramos imagine*


“Yo Sergio! My man you coming over for poker and the fight?” Karim asked

I looked over to Sergio, and he chuckled shaking his head. “Nah I can’t” He said

The boys raised their eyebrow, “C’mon man I don’t think Y/N would mind it, doesn’t she have filming to do?” Marcelo asked

Sergio nodded his head, “And that filming involves me” He said 

“Whoa I didn’t know that’s what her videos were about” Raphael joked

I rolled my eyes chuckling, “Hey I don’t know what we’re filming she won’t tell me either” Sergio said raising his arms up

I chuckled, “It’s nothing sexual you pervs” 

“Right because you two aren’t the hottest people on the planet” James said

“You’re right because I am the hottest person on earth” Cristiano said

We all laughed, “What?I was being serious”

Karim chuckled patting Sergio on the back, “Alright if you and your lady have filming we’ll let you two get to it” 

I smiled and we all gave hugs and said our goodbyes, while we were on our way to the car Sergio looked over to me. “So what are we filming?” He asked

I chuckled, “It’s just a cute little video Sergio” 

He raised an eyebrow, “Which is?”

“About us” I said

He nodded and we got in the car driving home. Once we arrived we went up to my filming room and Sergio sat down while I got everything set up, “So what are we gonna do?” Sergio asked eating one of the candies I had

“We’re just answering simple questions” I said 

He nodded, “Alright if you say so” 

I chuckled and clapped my hands, “Alright we’re ready” 

Sergio fixed himself before staring at the lenses, “And three, two , one….Hey guy’s it’s Y/N Y/L/N and I’m joined here today by my boyfriend Sergio”I said

Sergio chuckled waving at the camera, “Hello” 

“And today we’re going to be doing the Boyfriend Tag, and basically I’m going to ask you a bunch of questions about me” I said 

Sergio raised an eyebrow, “Do I have to get a certain amount right?”

I chuckled scrolling through the questions, “You should be able to get all of these right” I said

Sergio sighed, “Well let’s see how good my memories are” 

I chuckled, “Alright so first question, if I’m sitting in front of the TV what am I most likely watching?” I asked looking over to him

Sergio looked at me, “Either Modern Family or Scandal” He answered

“And the answer is…. Scandal” I said 

Sergio chuckled, “So I got it right”

I shrugged, “Okay next question, what is the one thing that I could eat everyday if I could?” I asked, there was no way he’d get this right. “Easy Pineapples” 

I looked at him, “Wow” 

Sergio chuckled dusting of his shoulders, “I know I’m a great boyfriend” He said

I laughed, “Okay okay, Do I have an obsession? If so what is it?”

Sergio smiled, “Your obsession is spending time with me” Sergio said looking over to me. I mushed his face and chuckled placing a kiss on his lips, “I do love spending time with you but sadly thats not my obsession” I said chuckling

He chuckled, “Alright, alright your true obsession is books” 

I nodded. We continued doing the boyfriend tag and it was really fun and informational on how many things Sergio knew about me that I didn’t even think he did know. “Okay and now for the last question” I said 

Sergio nodded, “Give it to me” 

I smiled, “When did we start dating and what did I say to you?” I said closing my phone

Sergio chuckled, “We started dating October 6th, 2015. What you told me when I first asked you to be my girlfriend was no and then when I asked you again you said to, “As long as it’s from the bottom of your heart, I will be with you forever” He said 

I smiled, giving him a kiss. Looking at the camera I did my outro- “Alright guys this has been it for our Boyfriend Tag, I hope you liked it and if you want to see more of Sergio on my channel just comment down below and don’t for get to give this and all my other videos a thumbs up, don’t forget to subscribe and comment.” I said giving a wave

“Anything you’ll like to say?” I asked looking over to Sergio

“Nope nothing”

I chuckled, “Alright bye guys” I said as we waved