i will eat my arm


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She really likes dogs...

Meeting a phantom dog guarding a library:

DM: Its growls and snarls at you.

Bard: I throw it a ration.

DM: it snarfs it down and growls a little less.

Bard: I throw it another.

DM: it snarfs it down and burps.

Fighter: I hold a ration out in my hand to it.

DM: it snaps at your hand.

Fighter: Is it holding on?

DM: it’s trying to…

Fighter: I hold out my hand still.

DM: Well then thats… 2 points of damage

Fighter: I still hold it out.

DM: that’s another 8 points…

Fighter: Puppyyyyyy…….

DM: that’s 19 points. How long are you gonna lose your fingers?

Fighter: Worth it, I got to pet a dog.

(Later as we backtrack)

Fighter: Is my puppy still there??

DM: No, it’s on the other side of the two secret doors.

Fighter: Can I go through?

DM: (exasperated) I don’t care.

Fighter: I go through!

DM: Fine it eats your arm.

Meeting The Gallaghers (Ch.2)

I don’t usually post the second part of a series until it reaches 50-75 notes, but it’s about time I do what I want, right? Enjoy.

It’s Y/N’s first day of public school, she’s making friends, enemies, and hey, she’s even been invited to a party.

Tag List: @kelly-alston @sagittarius521

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Paring: Wolf!auSehun/Pregnent!reader

Summary: not getting enough sleep was bad but messing with your werewolf boyfriend better.

Originally posted by sehurn

I was in the kitchen baking some chocolate chip cookies because of the baby craving it. Whenever I tried to ignore it and sleep the baby would kick me, keeping me awake. As I set the timer and waited ten minutes till they finished I saw a strange green item stuck under the couch in the living room. Waddling over to the couch and trying my best to lean over to grab it, I realized I couldn’t lean with my 8 month pregnant belly in the way. I was forced to ungracefully curtsy to get to whatever it was under the couch. Getting my hand around the spherical object, I pulled it free and stood up, examining it. It was an old tennis ball. Hearing the ding of the timer I walked back to the kitchen, forgetting to put the ball down till I went to put on the oven mit. I set it on the counter and reached for the cookie sheet, setting it on top of the oven. I heard the front door open, he must be back from his run with the pack “Y/N?” I heard Sehun calling me “in here Sehun” I called turning back around.

“Y/N what are you doing up, you should be sleeping!” he began to nag me as I looked up at him, he just kept rambling on about how it was crucial I got enough sleep in my current state, but I wasn’t really listening. While he was going on I slowly reached my hand behind me on the counter, grabbing the tennis ball bringing it around so it was in front of my body. “It’s not good for the baby you both need your sleep” he kept going but just as he was about to start on why it would be bad, I threw the tennis ball into the living room “not enough could mean th-” midway through his rant he stopped, his eyes following the ball watching it bounce and disappear under the coffee table. “What are you doing?” he said turning back to me, glaring slightly. “Whenever I throw a ball, I watch your eyes follow it and I can see you resisting the urge to chase it, and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

His glare intensified “I’m not a dog, stop doing that when you wanna distract me, besides you need to listen to me!” I rose one of my eyebrows at him “if you had waited, I would have told you that your kid wanted cookies and wont let me sleep unless we eat some, so I was baking” I said, turning around so I could eat my creations. Behind me Sehun wrapped his arms around my protruding stomach resting his head on my shoulder. “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t know. They shouldn’t be keeping you awake either” he whispered in my ear. He reached around and picked a cookie up before I slapped it out of his hand. “No, my cookies” I said still eating the one I had, “why?” he whined looking at me with big puppy dog eyes “because this is your fault” I glared up at him, he looked confused “how is this my fault?” he asked “you got me pregnant so this is your fault” he just laughed and stared at me adoration in his eyes.

He got down on his knees and lifted my shirt till it sat just over my bump “do you hear her? If you had let her sleep she wouldn’t be mad at me, she’s very tired providing a home for you, you have to be nice to her.” he talked to the baby, nuzzling into my stomach and placing a light kiss on it. The baby inside kicking at his hands, causing him to smile wide at my belly. Standing back up he took both my hands kissing me as well. “Come on let’s go to bed, we all need it” taking both my hands leading me back to the bedroom, tucking me in first and crawling in beside me. Spooning me and placing both his hands over our baby. Finally going to sleep.

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Underneath the Bandages

Summary: Dan hits his head whilst masturbating, and despite being rather awkward, the incident brings him closer with his best friend, Phil.

Warnings: vomit, hospitals, head injuries, fainting, mentions of masturbation

Word count: 6.7k

A/N: Disclaimer, probably not my best work but I wrote it so here you go.

A loud thump from Dan’s room interrupted the TV programme I was watching. At first I thought it was nothing, but as I replayed the sound in my head, it started to bother me. He probably just dropped something, he was known for his butterfingers, but something made me worry that it could be something serious.

I turned the volume off on the TV and called out his name, “DAN!?”

There was no reply.

To ease my mind I decided I would go and check everything was okay. I stood up, slipping my phone into my pocket and made my way to Dan’s room. The door was shut, so I knocked, again saying Dan’s name loudly. When there was again no reply, I decided I would go in. I guess he could be asleep and maybe the noise came from the neighbours, but something in the back of my mind told me that I needed to know.

I opened the door and was met with a sight that I had not prepared myself to see; Dan lying, naked, on the floor.

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Only One: Chapter One

None of these  gifs are mine! Credits to the owners!  | DO NOT REMOVE THE CAPTIONS | Reblog/like if you use | master post to come |

Tags: +18 / body insecurities / fatphobia and prejudice against fat people / cheating / smut / angst / original character / MC POV (plus sized woman)

Featuring: Park Jaebeom (Jay Park, AOMG)

Writer: rolliepollieyeolie // chanyeolspeach on wattpad

Word count: 1783

Comments: This is the first chapter to what I’m hoping to be a continuing series/story. It starts out kind of corny, but soon it will take some twists that I hope everyone will like (or dislike).I hope you all enjoy this. Please reblog and like if you would like me to continue this. 10 REBLOGS FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!!

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Regrets (Angst/Fluff Nessian Fic)

Feeling some Nessian recently

I miss them so so much

None of the characters used are mine. All copyright of Sarah J. Maas.


Nesta stared at the white wall in front of her. She couldn’t feel anything. Only her two hands enclosing Cassian’s large limp one. It had been over three days now.

Three days of silence in Cassian’s room.

Three days since the ambush from the Rogue Illyrians.

Three days since Cassian was stabbed over and over again in the battlefield.

Three days since he’s been in a coma, with no clue whether he would ever wake up again.

Nesta had a lot of regrets in her life. For treating Feyre the way she was before she left to Prythian. For never stopping Elain from almost marrying that asshole of a man. For being so bitter half the time with everyone she meets. But the greatest regret, she decided at that moment, was that she never told Cassian that she accepted the mate bond. That she does love him. That she wanted him, all of him. The days where he just wants to spite her, the days he’s all touchy with her and even the nights when he wakes up with a nightmare. She wants all of it. And all she wished for right now was to be able to tell him all this.

But no.

That was impossible.

He’s in a coma that he may never wake up from.

Nesta felt her eyes tear up once more. She had cried the past three days and, even now, she had more tears to shed. She couldn’t handle it. She missed him. More than she thought she ever would  in her life. Growing up the way she did, she thought she could reign in her emotions. But when it comes to Cassia, her mate, she loses all sense of self control.

She brought up his hand to her lips, kissing the calloused knuckles softly, her tears sliding down her cheek without her knowing.

“I’m waiting for you, Cassian. Please wake up.”

With that, she placed his hand back on his side before leaving the room for some air. Mother knows how long she’s been sitting there. She’s lost all sense of time.


Nesta walked back into Cassian’s room at exactly 10 PM. With her was a bouquet of dark red roses that she picked from the Night Court garden outside within a vase filled with water. She settled the vase on Cassian’s bedside before kissing his forehead softly.

He looked thinner. His body was sitll built, of course, but his skin was pale and his face looked slightly gaunt. She wanted to wake him up if she could. Tell him she made, or well tried to, his favorite meal. But she knew that was impossible.

Nest sat on the small gap at the edge of the bed. Without thinking, she laid down, curling herself against Cassian’s limp body. Her cheek was resting on his bare chest as she felt the soft rise and fall of his chest.

“Please wake up,” she muttered as she rested on of her hands on his chest.


Please wake up.

It was that voice again that he heard every day. Morning, afternoon, night, whenever. It sounded so much like home. He was desperate to reach it. To find the source of that voice. It sounded so familiar to him, like something he’d been dreaming to hear for centuries.

So Cassian followed that voice, willing himself to pull through. Without knowing, he had opened his eyes before quickly shutting them again. His vision was disoriented as things turned above him. He blinked a few more times before finally being able to keep it open without wanting to go back to where he just came from.

Cassian tried lifting his arm only to feel something warm pressed against it. He glanced down, his eyes widening at the sight.

I must be dreaming. I must be dreaming. I must be dreaming.

Cassian could not think of anything else. It must be a dream. Nesta would never want to be this close to him, let alone be in a room with him.

He carefully pulled his arm out from beside her and wrapped it around the back of her shoulder. He felt her immediately jolt before she sat rod straight, her eyes wandering around the room.

“Nesta,” Cassian called out, his voice hoarse.

Nesta turned her head, praying, praying to the Mother that this wasn’t one of her cruel dreams.

Cassian had a small smile on his face when Nesta faced him. A hand flew up to her mouth, containing the gasp of shock and relief as tears threatened to spill from her eyes once more.

“He-,” he cleared his throat, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Nesta shook her head as sobs wracked her body.

He’s awake. He’s awake. He’s awake.

She didn’t even think before she threw herself onto him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and her head buried in the crook of his neck.

“Cassian,” she sobbed, tightening her grip further before quickly falling back.

“I-I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? Did I-“

She was cut off when Cassian pulled her onto his lap, fighting through his exhaustion to hold her close. He buried his face in her neck, leaving one soft kiss there.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I thought you were dead.”

Cassian stiffened, “What?”

Nesta turned slightly to face him, cupping his face in her hands.

“Y-You don’t remember?”

He shook his head.

“The Rogue Illyrians. They ambushed the camp. None of your men died but you-,” she choked on her sob, “You were stabbed. Multiple times all over the body. A-And they cut your wings. They cut your wings Cassian. Thankfully Rhys knew how to save them from the first time. B-But there was so much blood. Your eyes were closed and when I called for you-“

Nesta couldn’t finish when the memory flashed back in her mind. Cassian was in a pool of his own bloods. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t waking up when she called him. And his wings, Mother, his wings. Nesta had never feared for anything more in her life. He had almost lost his wings once, he couldn’t lose them now. So with everything in her, she winnowed them back to the House of Wind. She screamed for anyone that was nearest and demanded, demanded, they helped him.

Cassian pulled her closer against him, burying his face in her hair. He stroked her back softly as his memories flooded back in. He was fighting and, for one of the few times in his life, he was caught off guard. One of the Rogue Illyrians had stabbed him in the wings before he followed through until one of his men pulled him off.

“Nesta,” he rasped out.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I never told you I love you. I don’t hate you, Cassian. I love you. I accept the bond. I want to be your mate. I want you to be mine. I don’t want anyone else. Please, forgive me. I never hated you. Please,” she begged as sobs kept racking her body. She didn’t know how to stop them. All her pent up emotions spilled at that one moment.

Cassian stilled at her words.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

He never thought she would say those three words to him. He was prepared to spend his life content that he could simply be acquaintances with Nesta. He never thought-

“Nesta,” he cupped her face softly before she pulled away, “Please, beautiful.”

She shook her head as she buried her face in his neck again. So he let her stay there until her tears quieted down. He heard quiet sniffles coming from her as her grip around him never relented.

“Nesta,” she let him cup her face this time, “Did you just say-Did you-You love me?”

Nesta couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “Yes, you brute. I love you. And I realised that I should have never pushed you away. Three days knowing you might have died was torture for me. I thought I missed my chance. That-That I never had the chance to show you what it felt like to have someone. To not be alone anymore,” she mumbled at the last bit.

Cassian didn’t have any words for the woman in front of him. He knew he had loved her the moment he saw her. He just never expected her to say the words back.

“Nesta,” he rasped out before pressing his lips against hers. Damned the memories and damned the consequences, all he wanted was her right now.

Any sane thoughts left Nesta’s mind the moment his lips pressed against hers. She didn’t still. She didn’t sit there with her eyes wide. She kissed him back. She kissed him with everything she had, with every ounce of love and longing that she had pent up for the longest time.

Nesta pushed Cassian back against the bed slowly as she ended up straddling him. Her hands cupped his face as they kissed slowly, tenderly like they had all the time in the world. His hands were on her hips, squeezing every once in awhile when their tongues would touch.

They only pulled back when they were out of breathe, their faces flushed and their chest rising and falling from the lack of breathe. But they were both smiling,their faces the happiest that they’ve ever been.

“I love you. I love you,” Nesta whispered to him as she leaned her forehead against his, “Let me make it up to you. Let me take care of you.”

“You don’t owe me anything, love.”

She shook her head, “I owe you everything and more.”

Cassian leaned up and pecked her lips softly, “Then just stay here with me tonight.”

She grinned, “I was never planning on leaving.”


Cassian huffed with his arms crossed as Nesta fussed over his sheets. It’s been a few days after Cassian had regained consciousness and she had not left his side even once. The Inner Circle had visited moments after he woke up when Nesta ran down the halls quickly after their kiss to tell them. All of them were overjoyed, thankful that he wasn’t dead. Cassian only teased them that they couldn’t live without him.

“Nesta, they’re fine. It’s fine.”

She didn’t listen to him. Cassian rolled his eyes before wrapping one of his arms around her waist and pulling her on top of him.


He chuckled, kissing her forehead softly as she sat sideways on his lap.

“Stop fussing. I’m fine. I can practically fly already if you aren’t worrying so much.”

She rolled her eye as she quickly got off him. He whimpered, giving her a sad look.

“No, Cassian. You’re still weak. I might hurt you.”

“Nesta, you weigh nothing in my arms. Frankly I think you need to eat more. You’ve been cooped up these past few days with me.”

Cassian was actually still confused as to why Nesta hadn’t brought him food if she accepted the bond. But he wasn’t about to rush her, he was happy with everything right now.

He saw Nesta gulp as she sat on the empty space beside him. He took her hand and kissed the knuckle before stroking it softly with his thumb.

“Nesta, please. Stop fussing. I know you’re worried but I’m fine. Go eat something. Or go out with Feyre. Or Elain. Or anyone. You deserve it.”

She shook her head before kissing his forehead.

“I’ll go get your bath ready.”

Cassian rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile on his face as she left to the bathroom. He loved Nesta with everything in him but he didn’t want her to fuss. She had spent days taking care of him. Running his baths, preparing his clothes, fixed his sheets, anything that would keep her near him.

Nesta walked back out of the room when the sound of water running resonated throughout the room. Cassian got up, only wearing a pair of pants since there was still a multitude of bandages around him. She couldn’t help but stare.

“It’s all yours you know,” Cassian teased as he kissed her cheek. She felt a blush crawl up her neck to her cheeks.

“Go get something to eat for yourself, Nesta. Please.” Cassia begged, his eyes soft and filled with worry.

She sighed, “Fine. But go bathe.”

“Yes, ma’am!” he saluted with a teasing grin before walking off.

Nesta was smiling the whole way to the kitchen.


Nesta balanced a tray of food in one hand while opening the door in the other. She heard the sloshing of water from the bathroom, meaning Cassian was still bathing.

Good. I have a few minutes to collect my thoughts.

When Nesta was preparing her food, she realised that she hadn’t officially accepted the bond with Cassian. She had never felt more like an idiot that moment. She had declared her love to him, said she accepted the bond but hadn’t done anything to make it official.

You’re so stupid sometimes, her mind seemed to tell her.

Shut up, she snapped back.

So she had tried her best to prepare Cassian’s favorite food along with hers as she decided at that moment that she would prove to him she accepted the bond. Nesta knew he was patient, which is why he never asked her.

He deserves better. But I’ll be damned if I don’t try to be what he needs.

Cassian walked out of the bathroom with a new pair of pants and a towel in his hands as he dried his long hair. He smiled at Nesta as he walked towards the bed before stopping in his way when he saw the tray of food on his bedside.

Is she-

“I realized that I never accepted the bond officially,” Nesta said shyly, “So I was wondering if you’d eat with me now.”

Cassian smiled softly at her as he tossed the towel into the bathroom.

“And you thought I would reject.”

She shrugged, “Well, I don’t know. I’ve never had a…I’ve never had-“ she blushed, “I’ve never had someone willingly court me before. Especially some 500 year old Illyrian,” she teased towards the end.

Cassian’s eyes widen as he sat beside her on his bed. He pulled her onto his lap.

“No one has ever courted you before?”

She shrugged nonchalantly, “They were all courting me either for my sister or because I was one of the few females left my age that was unmarried.”

Cassian shook his head, “They’re all stupid then,” he said with a smile.

Nesta smiled back at him with a small laugh. She grabbed the tray of food before settling in on her lap.

“I tried making your favorite. Azriel told me what it was. But it came out a little lopsided and bu-“

Cassian stopped her rambling with his lips. He cupped one of Nesta’s cheek before pulling away with a cheeky smile.

“I would eat anything you give me. Even if it was burnt or lopsided.”

Nesta huffed, trying to hide the blush that was crawling up her neck.

I swear. I’ve never blushed in my life and this 500 year old Illyrian can do it in seconds.

I can hear you, Nesta, love.

She glared at him as she snapped her mental barriers shut like Rhys had taught her to. Cassian laughed as he reached for the spoon on his tray.

“No,” Nesta snatched it away, “I want to feed you.”

Cassian stared at her, his eyes gleaming with joy.


Nesta felt her heart ache that her mate had a day where he was cared for. He had done everything himself and for everybody else.

“Yes. Now open.”

“Are you sure about this, Nesta? Once I eat this, the bond will be permanent and-“

She shoved a spoonful of food into his mouth. He huffed as he chewed and swallowed before tossing Nesta a glare.

“Of course you’d do that. Everyone else gets a romantic bond acceptance and you shove the food into my mouth.”

Nesta grins, “You talk too much,” she said while eating her food before scooping another bite for Cassian.

He sighed exasperatedly at her words.

“Hey,” Nesta called before she kissed his lips softly.

“I love you, Cassian.” she said when she pulled away with a soft smile on her face.

Cassian felt his heart beat faster at her words as he stared at her with all his emotions on display.

“I’m sorry the first one was unceremonious,” she mumbled as she brought up another spoonful, “I know it’s probably too late but, will you accept me as your mate?”

Cassian smiled as he pulled her uplifted hand closer to his mouth and took the spoonful of food. His eyes never left hers as he chewed and swallowed it down.

“I love you too,” he muttered as he cupped her cheeks.

“Good. You better.”

He laughed before she shoved another spoonful into his mouth. He couldn’t care less this time.


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Mirror For The Sun - Part 2: Cedar Point

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 1  -  Part 3

Summary: Series: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other. 

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2057

Author’s Note: I LOVED Cedar Point as a kid, but hubby pointed out to me while I was writing this on the road that not everyone knows what it is… I think I’ve explained it in the fic, but if not, google it and be jealous. It’s mind-blowing. Ok I added this gif after because it totally looks like a roller coaster harness…

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“Okay! Okay! I recognize this!” Y/N shouts slapping my arm absentmindedly as she leans forward between the front seats. “Go left up here.”

I had been pleasantly sleeping before this rude awakening. I groggily force myself more upright and swat her hand away “Stop hitting me.”

She stops, but doesn’t answer me in any other way. She doesn’t lean back to include me or tell me where we were, or even turn her head in the slightest to acknowledge me. Shit. I’ve really pissed her off. I thread my hand into my hair, pushing it off my face and catch Steve’s warning glare in the mirror. I can practically hear his mom-voice ‘You don’t have to snap at her Buck, she’s just excited.’

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“C’mon- shit!” Hanamaki grunts.

“Fuck!” Iwaizumi shouts.

Matsukawa freezes at the front door. He blinks at the bronze number, thinking about whatever scenarios could be happening on the other side of the door. From the loud grunts that the entire floor could hear, he can only come to one conclusion. Or two.

Carefully, he slowly opens the door and peeks around it, looking at the living room. They’re not on the couch. His eyes wander elsewhere. Maybe they’re in the kitchen?

Wait. Oh god, no.

“C’mon, you guys!” Matsukawa shouts, dashing towards the kitchen. “We eat in there!”

He pushes open the kitchen door and glances over to the kitchen island to find his boyfriends arm wrestling.

“Of course,” Matsukawa sighs, half-relieved, half-disappointed. He knew it would be the first scenario. He throws his keys on the counter.

Watching these two arm wrestle was always the greatest experience he ever had. But now they’ve been happening way too often, and as much at Matsukawa doesn’t mind watching the display, it was always gonna be over something silly.

“It was your turn to do it!” Iwaizumi growls, tightening the already iron grip he has on Hanamaki’s hand as he tries to push it down on the table. “I’m not losing again!”

Matsukawa’s face drops. Of course it was gonna be over something like chores.

“No way in hell!” Hanamaki shouts, jabbing his toes into Iwaizumi’s shins.

Iwaizumi howls and glares at him as he clenches his own hand in an attempt to crush Hanamaki’s. “I’ve been working all day!”

“The gym doesn’t count as work!”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widen in rage and he pushes even harder on Hanamaki’s hand. “I haven’t been there all day unlike some people!”

Matsukawa sighs and buries his face in his hands. “Can someone for the love of god please decide whose gonna cook dinner?”

Both Iwaizumi and Hanamaki pause and whip their heads around to stare at him with fire in their eyes. “Why don’t you do it?!”

Matsukawa rears back a little but he still glares at the two nonetheless. “Because I’ve been working all day and I’m starving.”

Iwaizumi clicks his tongue and turns back to face Hanamaki. “Well it’s gonna be decided when I finally kick this guy’s ass!”

“The hell you are!” Hanamaki shouts, leaning forward to try and put more strength into his hand. It doesn’t seem to work, and his hand starts to get lower and lower.

Matsukawa leans against another counter and watches the muscles in their arms strain, and he can clearly see how purple their fingers have gotten. Hanamaki’s lips look swollen from biting on them, and Iwaizumi’s forehead wrinkles make him look more like an old man than someone who’s concentrating. How long have they been doing this? Whose idea was—

His thoughts stop completely at Hanamaki’s shrill shrieking when Iwaizumi finally slams his poor hand into the table.

“Weak!” Iwaizumi shouts, raising his fists into the air victoriously and rising from his seat. The chair falls backwards against the counter with a loud ‘clunk’.

Hanamaki grunts a little, wiggling his hand to get rid of the pain. “Damn you to hell,” he grits out, cradling his hand.

Finally, damn,” Matsukawa sighs, leisurely pushing himself away from the counter. “Someone won.”

Hanamaki looks at him in disbelief. “Don’t you even care about me and my poor hand!? How am I gonna cook?”

Iwaizumi looks at him with a sympathetic pout. “Aww babe, it’ll be okay.” Matsukawa can clearly see the mischief on his face. He gently grabs Hanamaki’s hand and massages the palm and his fingers. “I’ll help you. I can be the taste tester.”

“Are you kidding me!?” Hanamaki shrieks. He doesn’t pull his hand away from Iwaizumi’s, however.

“I was rooting for Hajime to be honest,” Matsukawa says. “Sorry Hiro.”

“Ha!” Iwaizumi barks.

“Are you shitting me, Issei?!” Hanamaki wails.

“I kinda like your food better, anyway.”

“Oi!” Iwaizumi shouts, completely offended.

anonymous asked:

i don't mean to be dramatic but if you don't draw more dexter the backpack goat I will literally eat my own arm

dex will gladly eat your arm for you

anonymous asked:

How do you manage to draw something everyday??? Like if draw one thing during the week it's a miracle

by having grown up with art supplies all around me 24/7 so drawing has become second nature and is just sth i do, like eating

Good Girl Ch 21: This Is Not A Date

“This is ridiculous,” Baekhyun groans from my bed where him and a few others are sprawled out on, all voicing their hatred for this whole endeavor.

“I agree with you all, this is being made a bigger deal than needed,” I glare at Tao who is in charge of getting me dressed for my dinner with Jiyong. Like I expected, they couldn’t do much to stop his demand for my company, not that I mind. It felt like forever since someone treated me my age.

“Tao,” Kris growls, “Is the fancy lingerie really necessary?” All twelve men scan me from head to toe, taking in the pretty lace bralette and matching panties I’m standing there wearing.

“It’s cute, plus we get to think about it the whole time she is out and he’ll have no idea how amazing she looks underneath.” Tao smirks devilishly at me.

“And the outfit?” I question staring at the dozen dresses he has thrown on the floor, only one hanging up still, it’s the one that Jiyong sent with a formal invitation to dinner.

“I want to find something close to it so you’re wearing the clothes we bought for you, not the ones that asshole did,” He glares at the beautiful dress. I sigh, tired of this drama, and grab the dress off the hanger before pulling it on. “Baby!” Tao whines.

“Daddy,” I say sternly as I pull on the heels that go with it, “He would notice and get mad. I don’t want to get you guys in trouble for something so small.”

He sighs, coming over he places a hand on my back that brings me close, “You shouldn’t have to be doing things like this, we should have protected you from him.

“You guys are doing a great job protecting me, I’m well fed, happy. And I don’t have to do anything, I’m going because it causes less drama for you and your business and because I enjoy my conversations with Jiyong oppa.”

“I’m very annoyed with how perfect that dress is on you,” Kai pouts from the bed. I click into the closet to give myself a once over. Like normal Chen helped me with my hair so the curls are resting naturally down my back, I let Baekhyun do my makeup, which he is surprisingly very good at. Looking down at my outfit I’m very happy with Jiyong’s choice. It’s a black A-line with a sweetheart neckline that makes my natural curves standout more, the matching stilettos with a bow top it off. Kai is right, it’s perfect, cute but sexy.

“Thank you guys for not rallying and starting a gang war about this.”

Suho chuckles, “Chanyeol tried but with only Kai, Baekhyun, and Sehun backing him, he lost majority vote.”

I eye the giant, “I would go to war for you baby,” He gives me that smile.

“Please don’t, I am not worth a war.”

This time Xiumin approaches me, obviously upset by my words, “You are worth a war a million times over. If he wanted more than dinner, there would be a war without question. If he tires to hurt you or even makes you uncomfortable you tell us, we will start a goddamn war.”

“Daddy, I said no war. We will both behave, have dinner, and he will bring me home.”

“God,” Luhan groans, “I feel like we’re actual fathers getting our daughter ready for her first date.”

“Don’t say that,” Baekhyun shakes his head, “I’m not having thoughts any father should have right now.” Chen swats at him.

“Do I have a curfew?”

“I don’t know, if we can set rules on like that when it comes to something like this,” Suho thinks.

“He should be here in a few, we can talk about it down stairs,” Xiumin decides taking me hand and leading me out of the room with the other boys in tow. By the time we reach the door someone is ringing the doorbell; as expected it’s Jiyong in a nice black suit. He looks right past the boys to me, beaming he walks right in and up to me.

“You look beautiful!” He is grinning ear to ear, I can’t help but smile back at such a handsome face.

“I already want to change my mind,” Xiumin grumbles as he continues pulling me along into the living room.

“You’re new ring goes wonderful with that outfit,” Jiyong scans me, but when he notices the other ring on my hand he stops. “That one, not so much.” He grabs my hand once we reach the living room to look at the new addition. It’s the ring my daddies bought me as soon as we left the office, it’s a beautiful golden ring with xoxo engraved on it and a pretty good-sized diamond on it.

“You’re the one that said they could claim me as well,” I tease the older man.

“I’m regretting it.”

I scoff, “We both know if I’m taking one of these rings off it’s yours.”

He sighs, “I know, forget I said anything. Lets go eat.”

“Wait a minute,” Suho blocks the doorway with Sehun and Kai flanking him, their arms crossed over their chests, now I understand what Baekhyun meant earlier. “We need to talk about a few things before hand.”

“Like what?” Jiyong snaps.

I take my hand away from him to stand closer to Xiumin, “Like what time they want me home, where we will be going, no excessive touching, no running off to Paris.”

“You guys talked about this in detail?” He cocks an eyebrow at me.

“No, you remind me of Jihyo and she tends to forget these kinds of things so I figured you were the same.”

“Fine, what time would you like her home by?” Jiyong cross his arms over his chest and looks at the wall of men in front of the doorway.

“9,” Sehun deadpans.

“It’s already 7. Midnight.”

“She has a bedtime,” Suho says this time.

Jiyong gives me a questioning look, “You weren’t kidding about the whole daddy, rules thing.”

I shrug, “Told you.”

“You are making an acceptation.”

“I agree,” I smile at my daddies. “I promise we will be good.”

“You guys are going to all of that time at a restaurant talking?” Kris doesn’t seem to believe us.

“It’ll take us an hour to get into town, we’ll eat and talk for three and I’ll have her home by midnight.”

They all share a look and I can tell they are about to cave. Grinning big at the idea of my first time out since this all happened I quickly kiss each other daddies on the lips before grabbing Jiyong’s hand and pulling him to the door. I yell over my shoulder, “Love you all, be back tonight!” Jiyong is grinning next to me, he quickly takes the lead throwing me into his black sports car before climbing in on his side.

“I’m not having you back by midnight.” He quickly whips out of the driveway and speeds down the road.

“Shit, at this rate we’ll be in town in half the time,” I pull on my seat belt, worried for my safety.

“They seem very strict.”

I shrug, “They aren’t that bad, more rules than I’ve ever had but I don’t do much anyway.”

“You aren’t a crazy girl with boys blowing up her phone every second of everyday?”

“You are confusing me for Jihyo.”

“There is that name again, Jihyo, I would like to meet this girl if she reminds you of me.”

“She is probably more your type anyway.”

He glances at me, “What makes you think you know my type? We don’t know each other that well for you to know those things.”

“I can just guest.”

“Please tell me what kind of women I like, oh wise Jooyoung.”

I sink lower into my seat as I stare at him, “You like the beautiful bad girl. The one with short skirts and leather pants. She spends more money on her shoes than her rent, that is if she pays for them at all.”

“Not bad, I have to admit. That is a very close description to the sluts I normally fuck with, but very far from the type of girl I see myself in an actual relationship with.”

“Relationship? You want to settle down?”

He nods, “I want nothing more than to have someone at home to welcome me warmly with a smile on their face.”

“That isn’t hard to find.”

“Try living like me Beautiful. My life isn’t simple, most women who see me, fear me, or want me for power. It is hard to find someone like you.” We ride in silence the rest of the way, I feel kind of guilty for assuming so much about him when I know nothing beyond the fact that he’s the head of the mafia. I switch from staring at his face that is being illuminated by the dash and looking out the window into the darkness. When we finally get into town it’s only 7:30, he’s speed only decreases slightly but he continues to follow his own traffic rules. By the time we pull up to the restaurant my hands are cramping from gripping the door handle so hard.

He chuckles as I massage my hands once we step out of the car, “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

I glare at him, “I’m calling bullshit.”

“Come on Beautiful, I’m starving,” He offers me an arm that I wrap mine around. With a little smirk he walks me towards the set of tall black doors, they burst open scaring the crap out of me, I tighten my grip on Jiyong’s arm. “It’s okay, they are just going to greet us.”

“Greet us?”

Beyond the door are two lines, one on their side of the door, all bowing deeply to greet us, but mostly Jiyong. “Welcome Black Dragon,” The group says in unison.

“Everyone scram, you scaring my guest,” Heads turn up to look at me at his words. Men and women alike were utterly surprised to see me on his arm, their wide eyes and hanging jaws told me it all. When no one moves Jiyong snaps at them again, “I said scram!” With that they all scattered, creating chaos for a moment as they run around like chickens with their heads cut off.

I laugh, “Do they do this all the time?”

“This is a first, they usually respond right away. They must be distracted by my date.”

“This is not a date,” I deadpan taking my arm away from his.

He pouts, “This is a date.”

“We are two friends out getting dinner.”

“Beautiful,” He huffs.

“Oppa,” I huff back.

He sighs, “Fine, this is not a date. Now may we please go eat?”

“Yes,” I give him a victorious smirk, looping my arm with his once again. He leads me past the beautiful entry way into the darkly lit dining room. I’m surprised to find it empty and all the candles on the table are out. Without hesitation he leads me to the single table with a candle still lit, like a gentleman he pulls out my chair for me. “Did you buy the whole place out?” I tease, placing the napkin on my lap as he takes his seat across from me.

A smirk spreads across his face, “This is my place.”

I roll my eyes, “Of course it is. You didn’t have to close the place down, that is unless you are embarrassed of being seen with me.”

He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t have put that ring on you if I didn’t feel anything but fondness for you. I just want all of your attention.”

“I can focus on someone when other people are in the room, you know.”

“People would be staring, trying to talk to me to be polite, I can’t stand people. I liked the bubble we had at the office, just us, I wanted that again.”

I nod, “Fair enough. What are we going to be having for dinner?”

“You can pick from the menu, we have a very wide variety of foods,” He hands me one of them menus in front of him. “Anything to drink? Martini, wine, margarita?”

“Water is fine.”

“Please get something other than water.”

I sigh, “Fine, some wine would be great with a steak.”

“That is easy enough,” He claps his hands three times, right away there is a man coming from the kitchen doors to our table. The man is probably not much older than me, early twenties, he’s handsome even with such a cold face. “Two glasses of my favorite wine and begin bringing out number three.” The man nods before rushing back into the kitchen without a word.

“So tell me Mr. Mobster, why did you want to have dinner so bad?”

“I’m not 100% sure, it may be the lack of fear in your eyes, or you’re cute curiosity in things you should run away from.”

“Could I ask you something?”

He nods.

“Are you above my daddies?”

“Above in ranking?” I nod. “They are the head of their group, I am the head of mine, we are technically on the same level.”

“What do you mean by technically?”

He relaxes into his chair as he explains, “We may be the same position but our groups are on different levels. We are involved in different things, they are focused on guns, animals, and information.”

“And you?”

“You promise not to be upset?” I hesitate answering, not sure I can promise something when I don’t really know how I will react. After nibbling on my lip for a minute I nod, letting him know to go on. “We deal with drugs, people, and moving money.”

“People,” I echo.

He nods, “Do I need to give you a minute?”

I shake my head as I try to let that information go in one ear and out the other, “Don’t give me time because I will only talk myself into a hole I don’t know if I’ll be able to get myself out of, can we talk about something else?”

He tires to change the conversation, “How was school?”

I’m happy with his attempt but bust out with, “How do you expect me to talk about something as boring as school when you sell people?”

“I sell people,” He confirms.

“How can my daddies think I would get upset at them for selling guns, animals, and information, when you sell people?” For some reason I can’t seem to wrap my mind around how a person could do that to another human being.

“They have to do a lot of bad things to get those things, they have to kill and torture to keep their secrets and to get other peoples’. Like I said Beautiful, my life is not simple. Either is theirs’.”

“How much more dangerous are you than them?”

He doesn’t understand at first, “I don’t know how you want me to answer that.”

“Lets say on like a scale of 1 to 10, what are my daddies?”


“And you?”

“Solid 12.”


“Because they have sort of a democracy amongst each other, they can’t do things unless they have a majority rule. They also have each other, even though they are half siblings they grew up raising each other. They have things to loose, things people could hold over their heads, friends, parents, more family. I, on the other hand, rule alone. I have no one but my right hand men and even most of them are expendable. They all know I wouldn’t bat an eye if they got taken. I’m alone, no friends, no family, no lover.” There is a coldness growing in his eyes that gives me a chill.

I feel the need to be playful to get that horrible look away. “What does that make me? I thought we were friends.”

He cracks a smile, “True, you are, for the first time in my life, my weak spot.”

“Wow, your weak spot already after a few days? What does that get me, a look and a phone call to ask how much the ransomed is?”

“It means I would make sure no one can take you in the first place,” He is suddenly serious again as he stares at me from across the table with affection in his eyes. The first course comes along with a bottle of wine, my mouth is watering at such a delicious sight. The food is absolutely amazing and so is the wine, that I’ve somehow already downed two glasses of. Time flies by quickly with many different conversions that I would have never thought I would talk about, soon the bottle is empty and I’m pretty sure Jiyong is only on his second one by dessert, oops.

“You shouldn’t let me drink.” I’m a bit passed buzzed where my little side has been popping her head into the conversation, giggling like an idiot and making me feel like a dumbass.

He laughs, “I’m happy I did, you are adorable.”

I groan, “Everyone loves me when I’m drunk because I’m so cute and loveable and not a bitch like I am normally.”

“You are not a bitch. I prefer you when you are your normal self, I like your fiest.”

I give him a sad smile, “Thank you for being one of few. My daddies hate it when I’m big.” There it is again, my constant insecurity about how the men who abducted me feel when I’m not little.

“They do not hate you.”

I sniffle, “Yea they do. Xiumin and Kris only scold me now because I want to do things for myself. Kyungsoo won’t let me watch him cook anymore since I keep trying to help but it’s too dangerous. They all just get so distant when I’m myself. I know Chen told me it’s because my big side is too much temptation but I’m calling bullshit! They just hate the real me,” I cry. Once I realize how stupid I’m acting I try to stop the tears but they don’t want to listen. “God I’m such an idiot! Who cries over shit like this?”

Jiyong is around the table with his arm around me shushing me sweetly, “I told you, they do not hate you. I’ve seen them with women they hate, you are a queen in their eyes. Please stop crying.”

“Can you take me home? I just want to go to bed,” I sniffle, letting him wipe away a few of my tears.

“Of course, can you walk?”

I nod but still accept his arm when he offers it. I sway slightly but manage to make it to the car without an incident. The drive home is not as awkward as I thought it would be, we didn’t talk but he refused to let my hand go. It was comforting the way his thumb drew circles around on the back of my hand. He drove the speed limit on the way back, giving me time to cool down before I have to deal with the dozens of questions that we both know are going to come.

Pulling up to the house Jiyong reaches for his door to walk me up, “It’s okay, I can walk to the door myself.”

“Let me walk you in,” He says sternly but I shake my head.

“I was stupid and drank too much of your probably thousand dollar bottle of wine and cried because people don’t like me on only our second time meeting. Let me have some self respect tonight.”


I smile at him gratefully, “Thank you so much for a night Oppa, I had so much fun. I’m sorry for ruining it by crying.”

“I’m happy I was there to comfort you. We’re friends, it’s what I’m here for. If you ever need someone to talk to about this, I’m here. I’ve never been anyone’s person to call when they are upset, but I’d think I could do it for you.”

“So cheesy Oppa,” I laugh. “Thank you again for dinner and being a good friend, I’ll see you again.”

“Of course, you have a good night.”

I give him one last smile before getting out and going to the door. The door is surprisingly unlocked, but I still go inside, locking it behind me. Standing in the door for a minute a sad feeling settle in my belly when the whole house is dark. Did no one wait up for me even after throwing a fit about me going? It’s 1 in the morning so of course they went to bed, why would they wait up for me? I’m a big girl remember? I don’t need anyone to take care of me! Than why do I feel so small right now, why do I feel like crying at the fact that no one cared if I got home okay? Like the baby that I am I start to sniffle once again, not caring now that I’m alone how stupid I might look.

“Joo-ya?” Daddy calls from the living room.

“Daddy.” I say back in a small voice.

I hear him shuffling to me from the living room, “Are you crying? What’s wrong?”

“No one wanted to greet me,” I cry. “No one cared that I got home safe. But I’m a big kid so I shouldn’t cry about stupid things.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Yes I’m drunk! So you should be happy, I’m little right now. I’m small and weak and crying and all I want right now is a hug.”

His arms are around me in a second, holding me to him firmly, kissing my hair, “Why in the world is my baby crying?”

“Because no one was happy that I’m home, because I’ve been big lately. No one likes me when I’m big.”

“Baby, we love you all the time.”

“No!” I snap back pushing out of his embrace. “You have been avoiding me! You constantly ask me where is your little girl, where is she? I’m not always going to be in a little state of mind, why? Because I’m not a little kid! I’m fucking 17 years old. You guys tell me that you love me and that you’ll protect me but I’m calling bullshit on all of that because the moment I become myself you all treat me like I have the plague. I should just leave now before you guys get bored with me so I can still have some pride.”

His arms are around me again, holding me tighter, his is in the crook of my neck, “Don’t say things like that. You are not going anywhere.” He kisses me softly at first on neck, leaving a trail of kisses up to my jaw, just before he reaches my lips he says, “I’ll prove how much I love you.”

I’ve been hyperfocusing on a side craft project since 8 this morning and I just came down from it and oh my god I am so fucking tired and hungry why do I do this to myself

jasmine villegas & lauren jauregui {dirty imagine} {requested}

“your wearing that on stage?” i ask watching lauren as she zips up her high waisted shorts that make her ass look fabulous.  “yes, is there a problem?” she smiles facing towards the mirror. “umm yes.” i admit walking behind her wrapping my arms around her waist. “your showing a little to much to that crowd.” i smile sliding her hair to one side of her shoulder, kissing her neck softly. my hand glides down her back touching her ass. i reach between her legs leaving it there before going back to her ass. she lets out a small whimper watching me through the mirror. i smile rubbing her ass then smacking it once. “jasmine.” she moans. “is this a little too much ass for you?” she teases moving her ass rubbing it against me. “absolutely not.” i laugh grabbing her hips pushing her more onto me.  reaching around i lock my arms around her as she keeps grinding on me. “damn lauren.” i smile, while she leans against me watching me as i watch her. our lips touch in perfect motion, her tongue slides into my mouth while mine slides into hers. she pulls away gently turning around making our chests smash against each others. “dont you think about me when you dance in front of that crowd while they whistle and shout dirty things to you?” she asks wrapping her arms around me. “of course i do baby.” i smile laying my hands on her ass. “and while they whistle and shout their dirty things i always think about this ass, this pussy…..” i smirk leaning down to kiss her neck once. “this perfect skin, your amazing chest, the way you moan while i eat you out..” i go on making her cling onto me more. “your making me so wet.” she smirks looking down our bodies. “good baby.” i tease. 

i slide my hand between us making the button of her shorts pop open, then with small movements i start to pull her shorts. “jas-” she starts but i pull her lips to my mouth working her shorts down her thighs before she stops me. “i cant.” she says holding my wrists still. “but look at that baby.” i smile looking at her light colored undies that clearly show her wet spot. “we have a little time.” i smile sliding my hand to cup her pussy. a shaky breath passes her lips as she nods her head frantically crashing her lips on mine. i yank her shorts and undies the rest of the way down her thighs. she grips my waist struggling to get my jeans off. “these damn jeans.” she mutters pulling away from our kiss to rip the button from my jeans. “opps.” she giggles sliding them down my legs. “eager lauren.” i laugh pulling off my shirt. “well you saw how wet i am.” she winks taking my hand and leading me to the huge cushion chair in the corner of the room. “sit down jas and take off other panties.” she say in a slow soft voice. i follow her instructions flinging my undies to the floor then taking a seat on the cold leather. lauren sways her hips walking closer to me. she stop when her legs are touching mine. i watch as her hands grip around the him of her shirt lifting it up showing me her toned stomach. my eyes slip down to the place between her legs. “naughty jasmine.” she teases catching me. “can you blame me?” i smile biting down on my lower lip. “iam stripping for you dont you see.” she pouts unhooking her bra. “i see that and i like it, but i see something else i like.” i smirk siting up laying my palms on her hips. she reaches down lifting my shirt over my head. “touch me.” she whispers desperately. i nod slowly tracing my fingertips around her thigh to touch her pussy lips. she hums little tunes as my fingers start slipping inside her. i wait until she looks away then lean forward to lick at her clit. “oh!” she moans startled. “give me your hand and step up.” i say. i pull her up onto the chair, i lean my head back as she stands hovering her pussy over my mouth. “you want a taste?” she teases rocking her hips above me holding onto the wall for balance. “yes give me this pussy.” i demand grabbing her thighs pushing her down onto my tongue. “oh yeah baby.” she moans rolling her hips on my tongue. “thats it.” she whimpers making her clit slide on my tongue. i pay more attention to her clit since i know thats what she likes. “suck my cl- …yes baby!!” she moans while i suck down on her clit reading her mind. her juices drip on my chin while she rocks back and forth. “fuck…… lauren!!” i moan into her pussy. i cant help but let my fingers slide into my own pussy. “are you wet jas?” lauren moans trying to catch her breath. i nod humming right on her clit. she shivers in response. “jasmine iam going to cum!!” she shouts grabbing my hair tugging at it while i suck and lick at her pussy. “oh shit!!” she yelps slapping her hands on the wall, rocking herself down using my tongue as her own personal toy. she lifts her hips to get down but i stop her before she can move anymore. “jas-” she starts but i stop her reconnecting my tongue inside her pussy. “jasmine!!!” she squeals dropping some of her body weight on me. i laugh, wrapping my arms around her thighs wanting as much as her pussy as i can get. “jas wait.” she begs trying to get free. “jasmine!!” she squeals again, reaching down to me. “stop… wait ughhhh oh god!!” she whimpers, her thighs clinch around my head. she curse at me but even then i keep going. i want her to cum one more time before i let her go. my tongue goes over her clit multiple times, i suck down on it. “holy shit!!” she whimpers cumming for a second time taking us both by surprise. she straddles my lap leaning against me while i wipe my chin and lips. “you taste so good you know i had to get another taste.” i smile looking down to her. 

after a moment she reaches down between us sticking two fingers inside her pussy. “mmm” she hums rocking down on her fingers. i watch mesmerized. her body tenses we both know she hit a spot she likes. “oh.” she moans quietly. she pulls her fingers out then pushes them back inside her slowly. “faster.” i mumble keeping my eyes on her. she smiles obeying. “mmmmhm.” she hums, slaps from her juices fill my ears. just as i thought she was going to make herself cum again she pulls her fingers out putting them close to my mouth. i already know what she wants me to do so i bring her fingers into my mouth. she watches batting her eyes at me loving every minute of this. fuck just by the way she looks at me like this i want her back on my tongue. without a sound she gets off my lap and sinks down to her knees. her hands grab my thighs pulling me forwards. “someone else is dripping.” she smiles giving my pussy one long lick. i suck in air wanting much more. her places my legs over her shoulders sliding her face closer to my pussy. “eat me out.” i whimper grabbing the chair arms. “yes princess.” she smiles grabbing my ass licking my hole then shoving her tongue into the wetness of my pussy. “yes lauren.” i yelp grabbing her hair. she hums, moving her tongue around at an incredible speed. my mouth drops open not able to scream or moan. in seconds my back lifts from the leather, my thighs clinch around lauren, i let out a small whimper coming undone under her tongue. i close my eyes breathing heavily relaxing. lauren gets between my legs, laying on me. my legs wrap around her waist as i start to feel my favorite feeling in the entire world. her lips on mine. her kiss is soft and warm against mine. she presses her hips down, moving around until theirs friction against my open core. “lauren.” i moan. our kiss gets heated within seconds, her lips move down to my neck leaving me a small spot near my collarbone. her movement gets rougher against me as her lips get lower wrapping around my nipple. my clit rubs against her. i hold onto her arms as she gets faster. “fuck babe your gunna make me cum again.” i whisper moan bring her lips to mine again. she smiles rolling her hips in small circles. the building up in my lower stomach starts, my breathing gets faster along with my hips moving with laurens. “cum for me baby, thats it jasmine you like me rubbing your clit huh baby?” lauren whispers in my ear biting down on my earlobe. my head throws back as i feel my high taking over. “yes baby girl.” lauren says rocking faster until iam done with my high. “oh shit.” i breath out sitting up with lauren. she smiles sitting on my lap. “that was fun.” she laughs pecking me on the lips. “very fun.” i smile laying me head on her. “told you we had time.” i say. “mmhm.” she hums getting comfy. “oh god!!! the show!!!” she jumps up grabbing for her clothes all over the floor. i laugh forgetting myself that she had a show to do. “three minutes lauren!!” someone shouts from the other side of the door. 

hope you guys dont mind how long with one was lol, hope you liked it, let me know what you think & thanks for reading xx