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anonymous asked:

Hi there! Sorry if this seems silly, but your style is a big inspiration to me, and i've started first year in animation. I was wondering would you have any tips for it? :) we're being taught a good bit, but it's a bit overwhelming trying to figure out a way to make anatomy and perspective work. If you don't have tips thanks anyway, and again, love your work!

Ahhh thank you so much your words mean a ton seriously thank you.

ALRIGHT WELL ILL DO MY BEST

First of all. Welcome to animation. You’re gonna lose your mind. Because animation tends to do that. You’ve probably already figured that out. Most people dont end up level headed after working 40+ hours on something that stays on screen for 1-5 seconds. It’s alright. No biggie. OKAY SO

I’m not the best at teaching things. But I know resources that are.
FIND PDFS IF YOU CAN OF THE FOLLOWING BOOKS:


The pdf’s are actually pretty widely available. do a little gaggling you’ll find em trust me. AND READ THEM. i personally enjoyed all of em.

NEXT:

  • 11 Second club: list of animation exercises <—- YOU SEE THIS?
    YOU SEE THAT LIST OF THINGS TO ANIMATE? DO ALL OF THOSE THINGS. ALL OF THEM. dont just read it and scroll thru it and go “kay”, bookmark it, and move on. NO. Every week. Animate one of those things. Get feedback on each of those things. Feedback from your teachers, from your friends, from your peers, from your dog, from a rubber duck. Then make changes. THEN CONTINUE TO ANIMATE ALL THOSE THINGS.

  • PINTEREST BOARD STRAIGHT FROM THE ART GODS THEMSELVES: Character Design Reference <—-goodness where do i start with this. Everything is here. Character sheets. Color keys, Stylization, illustration, reference for animation, anatomy, the kitchen sink, VIS DEV OF THE KITCHEN SINK. This is how I check to see how far I am from being industry ready. This is how I keep myself motivated. This is how I surround my self with art that is much better than what I produce so that I keep improving. Do studies of the things here. Pick a character sheet, do a study of it, and throw that study away and burn it. Then do another. No drawing is precious. Frames, drawings, sketches, all temporary. With good reason.
  • AUTODESK MAYA, 3DS MAX AND MORE: free for students.
    You see that? Free. Like. FREE FREE. As in, this is how you get maya as a student. This is how you have access to a two thousand dollar program and learn how to use it. If you havent yet, get it. Maya animates cg stuff. Get to it kiddo.

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  • General tips:
  • Arcs. Many times the reason your animation isnt working is because your arcs are broken. Find them. Fix them. ARC THE CRAP OUT OF YOUR ANIMATION.
  • Nothing is precious. Animation is essentially a slaughter fest of drawings/frames that dont work. Kill all of them. Distance yourself from your drawings like a warlord hellbent on taking over the goddamn universe and embrace it. If you like a frame that much you can turn it into an illustration later. You’ll be better off for it.
  • Learn 2 storyboard. You’d be surprised how well learning how to frame a shot helps with your animation. Heck, sometimes when I storyboard I animate out my key drawings on accident but IT WORKS AND ITS GREAT. Good framing can help a shot loadsss.
  • Dont be afraid of 3D tools to help. Maya, google sketchup, heck even blender, if you cant figure out how to move something thru space chuck a sizable equivalent model into 3d and move it in space and use it to help. It’s not cheating it’s being practical.
  • DO GESTURE AND FIGURE DRAWING EARLY, OFTEN, AND WILLINGLY. Build up a library of poses and work out all the kinks of anatomy while sketching so when it comes to actually animating youve already worked out all the details. And kick fore-shortening’s butt into the next dimension.
  • Finally, for goodness sake enjoy yourself. Not many people can create life and summon a living, breathing character without giving birth first so freaking enjoy it and GET STUFF MOVING YA CHUMP I BELIEVE IN YA

anonymous asked:

🌷📚🐝

Sunlight lights the freckles on Dean Winchester’s nose. They always get more obvious in spring, and Castiel loves it. He likes the little brown sprinkles covering Dean’s nose and cheeks, going perfect with the bright green of his eyes. Dean doesn’t see him staring, he’s focusing on his homework.

Castiel, who is normally the one to be concentrated, keeps looking at Dean next to him. It was a perfect day to sit outside, so they decided to get their boring work out and lay on the grass in Castiel’s garden.

It smells like spring; flowers and warm sunlight, just warm enough so they don’t have to wear jackets. Dean’s barefoot, his toes playing with the soft grass. Cas smiles when he sees it, then quickly returns to his work.

“They think we can like… stop time or something,” Dean complains and nods at the pile of books with him. “How are we going to finish this in one weekend?”

“We don’t,” Cas huffs. “And then we fail all our classes, get kicked out of school and go live out on the street.”
Dean’s laugh is as bright as the sun that’s currently creating speckles of light peaking through the leaves of the trees.

“Oh man, y’know what?” Dean softly pokes Cas’ bare arm. “As long as we’re homeless together, I’m cool.”

Cas smiles and quickly turns to his work so Dean doesn’t see him blush.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

They work for a while, exchanging questions and answers as time passed.

“Ugh,” Dean groans and rolls on his back, leaving his work next to him. “I’m dead.”

“Condolences.” Cas says and smiles as well when he hears Dean’s happy laughter. He puts his pen down again, too. He lays on his stomach and starts picking daisies, carefully, and begins to thread them together.

“Whatcha doin’, Chuckles?” Dean asks. He’s closed his eyes and lets the sun warm his skin.

“Surprise.” Cas smiles.

“If you’re trying to feed a bee again, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Bees are very important creatures, Dean, and I wasn’t feeding it.” Castiel continues his thread of flowers, making it longer until he can create a crown.

“You were guiding it to the biggest flowers. I call that feeding.”

Cas finished of the crown and shifted over to Dean.

“Don’t move.” He gently places the crown on Dean’s hair. “There.”
Dean opens his eyes, smiles when he sees Cas above him.
Cas moves away so Dean can sit up, gently feeling his hair.

“You made me a flower crown?” He asks with surprise. “Dork.”

“It looks great on you, Dean. Very natural.” Castiel says half-joking, half serious.

Dean looks like a fairy, or one of those aesthetic models.

“Yeah, y’know what’s very natural too? Walking around naked with a leaf hiding your dick.”

“Would go great with that crown.” Cas laughs, rolling on his back. Dean chuckles and flops down next to him.

“Oh, you know you wanna see that.” He turns his head and gives Cas a lopsided grin. He grins back.
“Totally. I’ll make sure to take pictures, for later blackmailing.”

Dean playfully pushes against his arm and smiles, turning his face back to the sun.

They lay together in the grass, happily ignoring the books and essays unfinished at their side.
“Cas- have you ever stolen something?”

They always play this game. One of them asks a ‘have you ever’ question, the other answers, then asks a question. The only rule: be honest. It sounds like a lame thing, but it has been helpful to both of them during difficult times, cheering them up.

“No,” Cas says after thinking. “Well… maybe a pen, at school- but never intentional.” He thinks. “Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?”

He could see Dean smile from the corner of his eyes.
“Well- Miss Talbot was pretty hot, but I didn’t have a crush.”

Castiel remembers the teacher they had last year, that got all the guys in awe- except for Cas, who had always been more interested in the handsome science teacher’s biceps.

“Did you ever think about kissing a teacher?”

“Nope,” Cas says proudly, “Did you ever think about… kissing a guy?”

He makes it sound so light, but his throat is closed and itchy.
Dean’s answer takes a while.

“Yeah,” He says softly. “Did you?”

“Yes, plenty.“

Castiel doesn’t know what to ask, but Dean goes first.

“Did you ever think about kissing me?”

When Cas looks to his side, Dean is looking at him. He can’t help but smile because of the flower crown in Dean’s hair and the expecting, nervous look on his sun kissed face.

“Yes.” Cas admits.

“Okay.” Dean seems happy, proud even. “I- uh, kinda thought about that too. Few times.”
He doesn’t look away from Cas, who feels frozen in place. Dean sits up and leans in, a little unsure as he places his hand besides Castiel’s head. “Should we, uh-”

“Yes.” Castiel repeats, but he feels out of breath as Dean’s freckled nose moves closer and Dean lightly bumps it against his.

His lips taste as sweet as the air of spring, filling Cas with colorful butterflies, saturating him with warm happiness. He expectantly leans in and pulls himself closer to Dean, to savor more of those plump lips. Dean’s hand is still next to his head in the grass, his other tracing an invisible line over Cas’ arm.

Castiel’s own hands find a place on his lower back, and Dean smiles against his lips. They pull away. breaths full of each other.

“This okay?” Cas asks, though Dean’s smile says everything.

“Very okay.” Dean hums, already leaning back in.

Castiel now pulls himself up and turns them around, carefully rolling Dean onto his back in the grass and flowers. Dean’s crown is still somehow on his head.

Cas kisses him again and realizes Dean even tastes like nature. Fresh and new and delicate, yet anciently rough and strong. The perfect balance, having Castiel amazed with every new second he kisses and tastes.

He gently takes Dean’s bottom lip before Dean makes a soft sound and takes Cas’ lip in his own, glad to pull him closer, deeper into that feeling they’re so new to.

Maybe spring fever got them both hypnotized, but they forgot about their schoolwork, everything they had to do.
Dean is running his fingers through Castiel’s hair, pulls him close until they’re both completely out of breath. One moment Castiel is on top, testing and trying Dean out, the other moment Dean is hovering over Castiel, careful and hesitant though knowing how to make him surrender.

The spots of sunlight through those leafs create a magical feeling, as if they did stop time and are all alone, with no one else in the world.

Maybe both of them have waited too long for this to end already, maybe they only now realize how much they wanted, they needed this.

It could’ve been hours before Dean softly pulls way one last time, rolling on the grass next to him.

For a moment, he’s quiet, then his fingers reach for Castiel’s.

“I meant it.” He says.

“What?” Cas frowns.

“As long as you’re with me, I wouldn’t mind being homeless.”

Castiel smiles and squeezes Dean’s fingers.
“Even though I agree, I think doing some more homework is a better idea.”
It takes them a little more time to get back to work, but after a while, the books are reopened and they try to focus.
But with their new experiences of each other, the rest of the afternoon isn’t that bad after all.

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Wrapped Around; pt. 2.5

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 3990 words

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: wow I’m so bad at updating, I’m so sorry ahahah. This is a small portion bc I needed to split up what I’ve already written and I’m not sure when I’ll finish the actual part 3 bc I have mid-terms next week! I feel super bad for making y’all wait so… this is roughly (4000/11000 words i’ve written). It ain’t much but ya know don’t hate me pls haha.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Previously…

You run your hands up and down your neck in horror as you see matching dark marks on your neck. What are these? Who did this? Just what the fuck happened last night? Did fucking Jimin— Son of a bitch.


You run to your door, pulling it open hurriedly just so you can catch him but Jimin had made a quick escape.

You slam the door shut, searching instead for your phone. You call him once, twice and he doesn’t pick up… which is odd since he’s practically glued to his phone like all the time. You let out an annoyed groan and settled on texting him instead, fingers furiously tapping at the screen as you typed out your message.

[1:09] You: Jimin what the fuck happened last night?

[1:09] You: how am I even going to hide these marks?

[1:09] You: why couldn’t you just keep your nasty mouth to yourself?

[1:10] You: answer me asshole

[1:10] You: I know you’re reading these

[1:10] You: you’re on your damn phone all the time when we’re doing the quizzes

You wait 5, 10, 15 minutes and there’s still no reply. You go to the bathroom for a quick shower and run to your phone immediately after getting dressed and still no reply. You examine the marks once again and you rest your head on the wall, grumbling at yourself for having too much alcohol the night before.

Even with a scarf, you couldn’t cover the marks that ran all the way to your jawline. You apply a generous amount of foundation and concealer, hoping to hide the petals of blue and purple but you could still see a hint of colour even after slathering on what seems like almost half the bottle of foundation onto your neck. Frustrated, you simply shove the last of your belongings into your bag and make your way to the library.


The throbbing headache you had made it very difficult for you to concentrate on the books you had in front of you. Despite sleeping till 1 pm, you still felt exhausted and you promise yourself to never have that much alcohol again. You sigh, this was starting to sound like what you used to tell yourself every week last semester.

After finishing the last section of your lab report, you allow yourself to take a quick 20-minute nap because honestly you could barely keep your eyes open anyway. You check your phone again, you’re still waiting on Jimin’s reply but your lock screen still comes up blank. Placing your phone to the side, you sink down comfortably into your chair and rest your head on your arms. You will your mind to remember the events of last night but the moment you shut your eyes, you simply drift to sleep.


Your night comes back to you in the form of tiny flashes, simple snippets, each one making you regret the night more and more. The short flashbacks are not in order and it isn’t enough for you to build a coherent timeline of what was your exciting Friday night but they were truly enough to make you feel like flinging yourself across the room.

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title: maybe
fandom: skam
pairing: yousef x sana 
part: i , ii , iii , iv , v

this is quick, mostly bc im kind of tired of writing this. i almost want to just post the ending (since that was the chapter i wrote first before everything else) but i think everything will tie in together better if i push myself to write the previous parts as well. i haven’t taken science since high school and whatever knowledge of bio i had has been buried within the confines of my brain underneath all the economics/business courses i’ve been taking for the past 2 years lol. in addition to not knowing much about the norwegian hs curriculum beyond a quick google search, please bear in mind i have no idea how complicated these concepts are as they get taught in class so im just gonna gloss over them. evolution was my least favourite unit in bio as well so i thought i’d just go with it for this. sana i guess might be slightly ooc but im trying my hardest to stay true to her character as depicted in the show bc that is the sana that i fell in love with. as always thoughts and comments are appreciated!

ii. (2017-04-27 16:45)

“…tural selection is one of the basic mechanisms of evolution, along with mutation, migration, and genetic drift. Darwin’s grand idea of evolution by natural selection is relativel…”

Sana mindlessly read through the passages in her textbook, trying to understand the highlighted concepts before divulging into the details and diagrams she had scrawled in her notebook during class. Evolution, which just so happened to be her least favourite unit, was the main topic of next week’s midterm. Knowing that she wouldn’t hear the end of it from Isak unless she managed at least a 5, she pushed herself to power through the last paragraph before taking a well deserved break.

Generally her school work didn’t leave the confines of her bedroom within the house. However, her mother entrusted her with watching over dinner for tonight, causing Sana to set up a study space downstairs on the kitchen dining table. She managed to get an hour’s worth solid perusal of her biology textbook’s chapter on evolution, completing two lines of her review notes before giving up in favour of browsing her timeline and watching old Kardashian videos on Youtube. When Kim’s exaggerated crying proved to be unbearable, she switched back to her homework. As she started to review the section on natural selection for the fourth time, the steady thrum of music began to sound throughout the house, disturbing her rhythm. Irritated, she stood up and barged into the living room ready to tell Elias off.

“Elias! Turn down the music I’m trying to study!” she yelled, only to see a figure that definitely wasn’t Elias jump from her voice. He looked at her guiltily, turning the knob on the speaker until the music lowered to a steady hum in the background.

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A rant about YouTubers

 We live in the 21st century and everybody is free to state their opinion. It is mature and wise to scroll down, ignore or criticize constructively any thoughts you don’t agree with, whatever they might be. I am about to rant in a way I should’ve done a while ago. I feel like more people than they’d like to admit think this way and honestly I have no problem in doing this for them. I would also give names because what’s the point of sending indirects when you’re criticizing something anyway? So the only thing I’d be willing to say sorry for is if I hurt anyone’s feelings. It’s 100% not my intention to hit anybody right in their hearts, so if I do, I hope you forgive me. That said, let’s get on with the rant. 

For the past 1-2 years, I have not been enjoying YouTube. I’m aware that many people have been saying the exact same thing (check fireflysuggs on Instagram), but I want to explain why. I feel like, nowadays, there are 3 types of YouTubers I can easily pin down, all of them with examples.

1. Zoella. Zoe has been recieving some really harsh comments lately, and honestly it hurts to say that, at this point, I don’t even know if she deserves it or not. Bare in mind, she does not deserve pointless, bullshit kind of hate, I am talking about those people who stopped watching her because her videos got repetitive and boring. I kind of agree with that last part. Her content is mainly long hauls that make me want to stop watching within 5 minutes. She cracks a few jokes every now and then, but there’s somthing about her videos now that make me not want to click on them. There are no twists, no funny moments, no original content. It’s like sitting there watching a woman talking about beauty products most people can’t even afford or get their hands into for 20 minutes. No, that’s actually what it is. I still love some of her videos tho, mainly her collabs with Mark. But even her videos with Joe (I’m talking about the last one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FqDaUj0maVM ) seem quite boring to me. It’s like her videos are a flat line, when a few years ago they were a rollercoaster. And I feel like most people subscribe to her or are still subscribed because she’s Zoella, which is kind of sad. 

However, she’s worked really hard on her channel throughout the years and she surely deserves all the subscriber she has.

2. Alfie Deyes, Bethany Mota. These are the kind of YouTubers that, in my humble opinion, do not deserve to keep gaining money from making videos. For God’s sake, Alfie’s main channel has been dead for 4 months. Bethany still uploads every now and then, but her videos are not genuine anymore. It just gives the impression that she only uploads for money. Before you jump at my neck and detach it from my body, I know Alfie still posts vlogs. All I’m saying is that they should not be making money out of something they don’t use anymore. Specially Alfie, in this case. All in all, I think they should make money depending on how often they upload. 

3. Jim Chapman. I really do like Jim, and it hurst to say that his videos have become my least favourite kind of content: look at how fabulous my life is, I want to share it with everyone. Honestly, he’s now living the good life and working with really important fashion brands because of YouTube. I feel like many YouTubers forget the reason why they’re famous now. Tyler Oakley’s content has also been annoying me lately, although he makes me laugh like fucking crazy and I just can’t hate him even if they paid me. 

And then, believe it or not, there are still some genuine YouTubers out there who actually do it because they love it or they just really want to help others. Some of them actually have real jobs outside the screen. The only one I can think of is Louise Pentland (https://www.youtube.com/user/Sprinkleofglitter) but if you guys know some more, I think you should share them with everybody.

The conclussion I’ve reached is not really satisfying. As a hard working young adult, it grinds my gears every time I go on Instagram and Caspar Lee is on a fucking plane again. Off to some dreamy paradise for like a month with no worries on his mind because all he does is post a video a week no longer than 10 minutes (at least he’s original, I’ll give him that). 

To be fucking honest, I don’t think YouTube should moneticise videos. I could only imagine how many people would stop posting if that happened. No one should gain more than a hard-working, sacrifying human being who actually spends his/her 12 hours at work five days a week. As you can probably tell, I am completely fed up, and that’s why I unsubscribed and stopped watching most people’s videos, even those I’ve been following for the past years.

As hard as it might sound, in your working life, you will proabably earn /are earning less money a month than these people, and all they do is…well, nothing. I have made videos before (I have not posted any of them) and it literally takes me 1 day to film and edit all together. What do they do for the rest of the week? My favourite part is when they don’t upload in time. Like wow, I didn’t know that not doing anything all day was so time consuming.

Fascinating, just fascinating. 

First date Disaster- Peter Parker X Reader

Prompt: You and Peter go on your first date… But it doesn’t go quite to plan.

Word Count: 1632

Warnings: none


“Oomph, ow, since when was that desk there- oh shit, ok, I’m just gonna, oomph,” Peter cursed as he clambered through your window. You sat up in bed, your body heavy with sleep, eyes adjusting to the moonlight streaming in through your window.

“Peter, what are you doing here?” You whispered, hoping that your parents hadn’t heard his not so quiet entrance through your window.

“I don’t know, I wanted to see you,” Peter shrugged as he searched through your dresser for the change of clothes that he always kept there. Once he found what he was looking for, he stripped off his vibrant suit and mask, the moonlight casting a halo over his messy hair. You smiled as he changed, admiring his toned back, highlighted by the pale light. He donned loose, low hanging sweatpants, and decided to go without a shirt, which you didn’t mind. He smiled at you and crawled into your bed, bringing the covers over the both of you. You sighed, pecking his lips, sleep fuzzing the edges of your mind.

“Ok but really, since when was that desk there,” Peter asked, breaking the silence.

“Um since always?” you giggled. He just shrugged, his arms snaking around your waist, warm and comforting. As you lay there, enjoying Peter’s body close to yours, something occurred to you.

“Pete, how long have we been dating?” you asked, tracing shapes on his bare chest out of habit.

“Four months, two weeks, three days, and what- seventeen hours. But who’s counting?” Peter recited, smiling down at you.

“And have we ever been on a date, like a real date?” You asked, trying to recall if you two have ever been out together.

“Im sure we have- what about that time when we- or how about when we…. No, no we have not,” Peter concluded, frowning.

“Wow, I am so sorry, I am a terrible boyfriend, I haven’t even taken  you out on one date yet,” Peter fretted.

“Pete, don’t worry about it, we have both been so busy,” you assured.

“Ok then, this saturday, I’m picking you up at seven and we are going on a date, no exceptions, no arguments,” Peter decided, a sharp nod of the head finalizing his decision.

“Ok, I can’t wait,” You breathed, snuggling back into Peter’s chest.

“G’night Pete,” you whispered.

“Night babe, love you,”

“Love you too,”

*Saturday afternoon, 5:00*

You stood at the bathroom counter, and began curling your hair, singing along to one of your favorite playlists. You finished your hair after about an hour, and began on your makeup. You had to admit, you were somewhat nervous, even though you and Peter had been dating for four months now. You then swapped your baggy t-shirt and sweatpants for a simple, knee length, black dress and a pair of killer pumps to match. You smiled at your reflection, pleased at how you looked. By this time, it was 6:30, so you gathered your purse and sat on the  couch and scrolled through your phone, trying to take your mind off your heart pounding in your chest. Why were you so nervous? You had been dating this boy for like four months now, and he said he loved you, and you love him and-  Your thoughts were interrupted by the shrill ding of the doorbell.

“I’ll get it,” you mom chirped.

“NO,” you tried to protest, but it was too late, your mom had beat you to it.

“Oh Peter, don’t you look handsome!” your mom cooed. You shuffled faster, the heels making walking fast more difficult than you thought. You finally got to the door, coming behind your mom while she continued to coo over Peter.

“Ok mom, well, we have to go now,” you muttered as you stepped around your mom. Peter stopped mid sentence to gape at you. A blush scorched your cheeks.

“Pete stop, close your mouth,” you gushed as Pete got a hold of himself.

“Wow,” Peter managed.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you smirked, admiring his suit and tie.

“Oh you both just look so cute, this reminds me of the time [Y/n]-”

“Mom! We don’t need to talk about that,” you interjected, knowing exactly where this was going.

“Oh ok then, at least let me take some pictures,” Your mom begged.

“Fine,” you sighed. You and Peter scooted close together. You mom began counting down. And right before your mom snapped the picture, Peter swooped in and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You scrunched your nose in response. You asked your mom if you could see the picture she took, it was possibly the cutest picture ever. You sent it to yourself and dragged Peter to the car before your mom tried to take a million more pictures.

“Oh my gosh, sorry about that, that was so embarrassing,” You muttered as Peter pulled away from your house and drove down the street. Peter just chuckled.

“So where are we going?” You asked.

“It’s a surprise,” Peter teased. You accepted this answer and settled into your seat, turning up the radio. After another half hour of driving, you realized you had been driving around in circles.

“Peter, do you know where you are going?” You asked.

“Pfft, yeah of course I do,” He lied, looking at his map pulled up on his phone. After another half hour, Peter pulled into the parking lot of a very fancy restaurant.

“Pete, you didn’t have to do this,” You muttered as the valet boy opened your door and let you out. Peter grabbed your hand and led you into the busy, dimly lit room. He went up to the concierge and told them he had a reservation. The lady at the podium frowned and said something to Peter. He shook his head and said something back, she just shook her head and Peter turned around and frowned.

“What’s wrong, is everything ok?” You asked.

“Um well no, since we were so late, they gave away our table, and it’s a three hour wait. I’m so sorry, this is already a disaster,” Peter breathed, disappointment wrinkling his forehead.

“Hey, don’t worry, I have an idea, c’mon” you said, leading him by the hand out of the restaurant. You walked down the street hand in hand and crossed the street into central park.

You meandered down the path, the trees overhead dappling the moonlight falling through the leaves. You swung yours and Peter’s hands as you walked, laughing as you went. Eventually you found what you were looking for, a small hot dog stand. You walked up and ordered two hot dogs.

“Here,” Peter offered, shoving a twenty dollar bill into your hand.

“No, don’t worry, I got it,” you assured, fishing through your purse.

“No, this is the least I could do,” Peter argued, stepping in front of you and paying for the hot dogs. You smiled and stepped back, waiting for the hot dogs. When you finally got your dinner, you sat on a bench and began eating.

“I actually think this is better than some stupid, fancy, foo foo dinner,” You decided between bites.

“Really?” Peter asked.

“Yeah, this is way better, who needs fancy restaurants and expensive food, when you can have an authentic greasy, New York hot dog?” you asked, getting up to throw away the trash. You then took Peter by the hand once again and continued down the path. You walked, and laughed, and smiled, and just enjoyed yourself. You were in mid conversation about Peter’s fight in Germany when a drop of water hit your cheek and another hit your head, and in no less than ten minutes it was raining cats and dogs. Rain pelted your arms and soaked through the thin fabric of your dress.

“Ok really!?” Peter yelled as you fled for cover. Peter held his jacket over you in an attempt to shield you from the rain, cursing as you ran. You just laughed and pulled Peter under a gazebo, offering shelter from the rain. Peter’s clothes were soaked and sticking to his toned chest. His hair was plastered to his forehead. You laughed as water dripped from your hair down your cheeks, smearing makeup down your face. Peter huffed and sat down on the wooden floor of the gazebo.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, Pete” you tried to assure, sitting down next to him.

“Really? This was the worst date ever, first, out reservation was ruined cause I got lost, and we were late. Then we had to eat cheap, greasy hot dogs for dinner. And now to top it all off, you are all soaked and wet and cold, and there is nothing I can do about it,” Peter exclaimed. You just sighed and sat next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Pete, this has been the best date ever, who needs overpriced food and nice clothes for a good date. All I need for a perfect date, is you,” you told him, intertwining your fingers.

“Really? You mean that?” Pete asked.

“Totally,” You assured. You stood up, beckoning for Peter to do the same. He stood up and shuffled over to you. You grabbed his hand and put it to your waist, draping your hands over his shoulders. He smiled and began to sway lightly. You two swayed and shuffled, listening to the sound of the rain assaulting the park around you.You laid your head on his shoulder, letting him take the lead.

“Best. Night. Ever,” you whispered as you swayed and rocked under the warm light of and shelter of the gazebo.

“Agreed,” Peter concluded, bringing you closer. This was possibly the best first date you had even been on, and it was all thanks to Peter.

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Where have you been?

Request: Swazz keeps staying out late drinking/smoking. When he forgets your date you guys fight.


You and Swazz have been dating for a year now. The relationship has been going really well. You often go on dates and he’s always surprising you with little gifts. Lately you guys have been stressed out a lot. It’s been causing him to go out drinking and smoking almost daily. It’s really starting to worry you.

One day you texted him and asked if he could pick up dinner on his way home from the studio. About an hour later he responded saying “sure I’ll pick up some pizza I’ll be home in about 30 min.” You scrolled through Netflix looking for a good movie to watch for when he came home.

An hour passed so you decided to call him to see how close he was to home. No answer. You call 3 more times and still receive no answer. Worried, you get into your car and drive to the studio to see if he’s there. You arrive at the studio and the parking lot is completely empty. You head back home thinking he had to be there by now. Another hour had passed by and he still was not home and wasn’t answering his phone so you decided to go to sleep.

You hear a loud crash come from the kitchen waking you up. You walk in to see Swazz and Skate completely plastered on the couch. You look in the kitchen and find a giant liquor bottle shattered on the floor. As soon as you went to go yell at Swazz asking what happened he was passed out on the couch. You went back to your bedroom to sleep but all you could do is toss and turn.

The next morning you wake up around 10am. Swazz and Skate still passed out on the couch. You walk in the kitchen to make breakfast but forgot about the broken glass and wound up slicing your foot open. You scream in pain waking Swazz and Skate up. They both came running over.

“Y/n!!! Are you okay what happened!?!?” Swazz screamed grabbing a towel and covering your foot. “Just slipped on the bottle you left on the floor last night thanks” you say harshly. John picks you up bridal style and lays you on the couch. Skate calls 911 while Swazz puts pressure on your wound.

The paramedics arrive and put you in the ambulance. Swazz jumps in as well. By this time you’re calmed down. “So where did you decide to go last night instead of bringing home dinner?” You ask staring at the ceiling. “Look babe I’m really sorry something came up.” Swazz says quietly. “Something came up? You mean you decided to choose drinking with your friends again instead of hang out with me for the 5th time this week?” You say, this time making eye contact. “Look y/n I’ll make it up to you I promise” he said. “And how are you going to do that?” You say bluntly. “After we’re done shooting the video today I’ll take you out to dinner. To a real restaurant not a cheap one. We’ll get dressed up and everything.” He says. “I would like that” you respond smiling.

At the hospital they say your cut wasn’t bad enough for stitches. They wrap up your foot in gauze and you head home. “Meet me at the restaurant at 5pm” Swazz says as he leaves to go shoot the video and you start getting ready for the night. You take a shower then do your hair and make up. You pick out your favorite dress and flats. It’s 4:30 so you decide to head out a little early.

You get to the restaurant at 4:50. You get a table for two and go ahead and order your drink. You text Swazz saying you got there. 5:05 and you check your phone, still no reply from Swazz. “He’s probably just running a little late” you say to yourself. 5:30 you decide to call him. Still no reply. 6:00 still nothing. You order food and pay for it realizing he wasn’t going to come. 7:00 now and you check your snapchat. You watch Skates and see your boyfriend wasted, smoking with all the freshlee boys. Completely fed up you head home.

The drive home you can’t help but let tears stream down your face. The one night that actually mattered to you and he forgets. You pack up a suitcase and go to your parents house for the night. Not telling them what happened. 1:30am and you get a phone call from Swazz. You ignore it and turn your phone off. The next morning your mom comes in waking you up. “Y/n, John is here to see you.” He walks in before you can reject his entrance. You pull the covers over your head and ignore him.

He walks to the side of your bed “Baby please just listen to me for a minute. I know I fucked up twic-” “Save it I don’t want to hear it.” You cut him off. “You don’t understand. I didn’t realize how bad I was hurting you until I walked in our home and saw you weren’t there” he continues. “Now you know how I feel whenever you don’t come home.” You say rolling over. “I know and I get that now. Y/n please just give me one more shot. I’ve been feeling empty lately like I’m missing a huge part of me which is why I’ve been out so much. As I realized last night the thing I’m missing is you. I see I’m not hanging out with you enough and that’s why I feel broken. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me please just hear me out. I’m so sorry. I love you so much I can’t lose you.” Tears coming out of both of your eyes. You roll over and look him dead in the eyes. “If you ever do this again, we’re done for good.” You say sternly. He nods and hugs you tightly. Your lips meet for a long much needed kiss. “Please come home.” He said. You agreed and went home with him.


IM SORRY ITS SHORT IM AT WORK ALL DAY AND IM ALSO SORRY IF IT SUCKS 😭

Preference #43 - He Finds Out You Have Depression

I hope things are getting better for you babe^^^ i’m sorry.

I know this preference could affect certain people so only read if you know it won’t trigger you or anything, if anyone ever needs to talk i’m here! Leave me an inbox and i’ll happily talk to you, love you lovelies ◕ ◡ ◕

A S H T O N:

You walked back into the apartment that you shared with your boyfriend Ashton, after your “routine Doctor’s appointment.” Only it wasn’t. After a few weeks of feeling sad on the inside, no matter how happy you were on the outside, you decided to do something about it.

“Ah! Babe, you’re back! How did the Doctor’s go?” He asked, hugging you hello.

“I-it was, uh…” You sighed. “Ashton, I need to talk to you about something.”

“Is everything okay?” He asked nervously, biting his lip. You shook your head, tears filling your eyes. “Hey, it’s okay. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together, I promise." 

"I have depression.” You whimpered, looking down in shame as the tears started to spill. “I’m depressed, Ashton.”

“You’re… You’re what?” He questioned, confused. “But you always seem so smiley and happy, what… What happened?”

“I don’t know Ash, it just happened. I’m sorry.” You cried, and he pulled you into his arms, you sobbing in his shoulder. 

“Shh, shh. Don’t apologise baby, this isn’t your fault. I told you, we’re gonna get through this together, right? I’m always here for you no matter what.” He reassured you, rubbing your back softly as you cried and he held you for as long as you needed.

C A L U M:

Your Texts In Bold
Calum’s Texts In Italics

Calum was stood backstage, an hour before showtime. Rehearsals were over and he had just showered, now he was getting dressed and sorting his hair out of the night. 

His phone lit up as he received a text from you. Presuming it was a usual “Good luck baby!” text, he smiled down at his phone as he saw your name. He didn’t read what he expected though. 

Hey Cal, I know it’s close to show time but I have some big news for you, let me know when we can talk. Love you x

Hi baby, I don’t care what time it is! I’m here, what’s happened?x

So I visited the Doctor’s today, Y/BF/N kinda forced me to go, but it turns out I have depression, and i’m gonna be getting therapy for a while, it’s gonna be hard so I understand if you want to walk away. But if you’re gonna leave me, do it now because I can’t hold on if it isn’t gonna work out x

I don’t understand Y/N, is it because of me leaving a lot? I’m so sorry, I should’ve been there for you and I haven’t been. I hope you can forgive me babe, and i’m never leaving you. I swear i’m here.. x

No no no, Calum none of this is your fault. I’ve been feeling this way for a while but didn’t say anything.. I’m gonna get better though. I’ll do it for you and for us x

I just hope you know that i’m always here. I gotta go do the show now but i’ll try and get home to you as soon as I can, just hold on for me. I love you so much, and things are gonna be great soon :-)x

And with that, Calum had to go perform in front of the thousands of people waiting. But all he could think about was you, and how he could try to fix you. 

L U K E:

((this one is a bit different to the request but I hope it’s okay anyway))

“Lets do some fan questions!” The interviewer said, scrolling through the tweets on her phone. “Ah, this is an interesting question for you, Luke.”

Luke looked up at her and snapped out of his thoughts, trying to stop thinking about you. 

“How are you coping with your girlfriend suffering from depression?” She asked, looking directly into his eyes. He furrowed his eyebrows and sighed, looking at the ground.

“I-it’s uh, it’s hard to be honest.” He said, clearly uncomfortable with the question. “She was expecting me to leave her as soon as I found out but that was the last thing I wanted to do. I just want to help her but it’s so hard when we have to be away.”

“We’ve all being trying to help.” Michael added, as Luke looked up at him. “Luke couldn’t do it alone and we all love Y/N, so we knew we had to help.”

“I was really surprised when I found out that she had depression, because I never noticed that she was so unhappy, and I kinda felt guilty in a way.” Luke commented. “

"Well it sounds like she has all of your full support.” The interviewer finished. “Good luck to you all and her. She’s beautiful and you guys are great." 

Luke thanked her and something changed, he felt a new sense of hope that wasn’t there before, because if a stranger believed in you both, then he should too.

M I C H A E L:

((this one is different to the request too but I ran out of ideas sorry))

Michael rolled over in bed and groaned, reaching out for you. He knew that it was still too early to be awake, due to the sky still being dark and full of stars. His eyebrows furrowed when you weren’t there for him to pull in closer.

"No, no, no.” He mumbled, jumping out of bed as he heard the shower running from down the hall. “Not again.”

He knew what he was about to find. It definitely wasn’t the first time, and it usually wouldn’t be the last. But this time, he knew he had to do something to stop this from happening again. 

He opened the door and there you were, huddled in the corner of the shower and sobbing, your body numb under the scolding water. If he held his hand under the water, it would hurt like hell. That’s what scared him; the fact that you could sit there for hours and not feel a thing. 

“Baby, baby…” He soothed, turning the temperature down and holding you in his arms. “I’m here baby, shh, shh.”

He turned the water down even colder, because your body felt so hot, and your skin had gone red. It was making him shiver but he didn’t care; in that moment, you were the only thing that mattered.

“Michael.” You sobbed, barely able to breathe. “I need help. Can you help me? I need someone to help me.”

“I know baby, I know..” He whispered, rubbing your back and kissing your head. “I promise i’ll do everything I can, my love. We’re gonna get you better, everything will be happy again. I love you so much and i’m never letting you go.”

A/N - IM HAPPY WITH THIS PREFERENCE YEY💟 Really though, you’re never alone in this, and if you need help, please do ask me(*◕‿◕*) I love you. 

MASTERLIST

REQUEST

Hate it or Love it || Nate Maloley imagine ||

     “Nymeria get up, its the first day of school!” My mom yelled from the kitchen, I sat up and rubbed my eyes “Oh fuck” I said trying to not fall back into my bed and sleep for 5 more hours. But I pushed myself out of bed and took a shower, I blew dry my hair then curled it into loose bombshell curls making sure to take extra time to perfect them as best I could. I wore a light blue flannel and a pair of dark buckle jeans, I put on fake lashes to emphasize my eyes and some concealer to make me look like I was awake instead of a walking zombie.

     “Bye mom" I said waving to my mom I closed the door behind me, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and walked to the bus stop which was only 5 minutes away. I started to walk to the bus and got out my phone and started to scroll through instagram "Hey lil mama.” I heard a raspy voice call out, I refused to look up from my phone. I felt an arm snake around my shoulder I put my phone in my pocket and pushed his arm off “Nate stop” I said disgusted “Come on babe” He said brushing a piece of hair behind my ear I slapped his hand away “Stop touching me!” I said walking away from him “That ass in those jeans though!” He yelled from behind me, I was utterly revolted I couldnt stand Nate but Nate couldnt have enough of me.

          *At school*

I walked into school and my best friend came up to me and engulfed me in a hug, “Come with me right now I need to tell you something.” She said grabbing my hand and leading me into the bathroom, the bell rang “Hurry up I need to go to class." I told her "Okay so I heard from a friend that Nate wants to ask you to the back to school dance!" She said beaming "And im going to say no you know I fucking hate him and all his fucking friends.” I replied as the tardy bell sounded through the school “Oh my gosh Nymeria! Your down bad for that I know you cant hate them all." She said "But I do, I need to go to class see you later.” I said walking out of the bathroom to my math class in no rush.

     I walked into my math class without knocking to purposely piss off my teacher “Excuse me mrs. Nymeria you need to knock before just entering my class room!” She said slamming the door in my face I knocked on the door again and she opened it. “You can sit in the back right by mr. Maloley.” She said pointing to Nate. his face lit up he pulled out the chair next to him “You've got to be fucking kidding me.” I thought to myself “Have fun with Nate.” Sam smirked “Fuck you Wilkinson.” I said continuing to walk to my seat.

     "Hey babe" Nate said when I sat down “Nate I swear to god if you call me that again I will punch you in your fucking face.” I said “Sorry babe.” He said sitting back in his chair laughing. My teacher started to teach some bullshit then I put my head down and slowly felt my eyes start to close then the next thing I knew I was out cold. “NYMERIA PICK YOUR HEAD UP RIGHT NOW!” I heard my teacher yell, I picked my head up “Oh im sorry I didnt know that me sleeping was disturbing your class.” I said hatred lacing through my words “OFFICE RIGHT NOW!” she yelled “Why do you gotta be so hard on her, she was only sleeping?” Nate asked “You can join her Mr Maloley both of you out!” She yelled pointing to the door.

     Me and Nate walked in silence to the office and we waited for the principle in more silence “Good job princess now were both in trouble.” He said with that dumb fucking smirk that never left his face “You did that to yourself lil boy.” I retorted “You know that we could leave school right now and we wouldnt have to deal with any of this.” He said raising and eyebrow he got up from his chair extending his hand “You coming?” he asked, I thought for a second do I really want to spend anymore time with him than I have to? Or do I want to stay at school? The choice was easy, I grabbed his hand “Lets go then.”

I will only be doing a part 2 if its requested. Love you guys!      

He can’t know

Originally posted by sexycliffconda


Requested- no

Pairing- Luke & Y/N and a bit of calum

Words- 800+ 

Prompt- You are Calum’s girlfriend but with Luke always over with Calum it gets hard to stay faithful and you end up having hot kinky sex with daddy Luke

NOTE- this is my first work in years so please go easy i hope to get better and improve in every way REQUESTS ARE OPEN


“GO! GO! YES!” Calum screamed at television. Luke and him were currently playing Fifa in the living room and have been for the last 2 hours. You sat on the opposite couch to let them have their space and play without bothering them. Luke has been over every day since their break from tour has began and frankly you weren’t bothered by that. 

Even though you are dating Calum you have had these reoccurring sexual attraction towards him, every time he looked your way you found yourself squeezing your thighs together to get rid of the ache in between them. Of course you felt bad for having thoughts about your boyfriend’s best friend, especially when he was in the same room, but you couldn’t help the way you swoon when Luke chews on his lip ring.

“babe, can you get me a water, please?” Calum sweetly asked. “Sure, hun” you answered equally as sweet. As you got up to get them water from the fridge you thought you saw a glimpse of Luke watch you walk away. Convincing yourself it was in your head and you didn’t just catch the man who has been arousing you for the last week stare at your ass. “You want anything, Luke?” You asked peeking your head around the corner to look at him. “Maybe a beer?” Luke suggested as Calum cut in “Sorry mate, we don’t have any more. I’ll run to the store and get some,” He paused the game and stood up. “Be back, babe” Calum yelled before the door shut which left Luke and you alone. 

Luke leaned back on the couch and rested his leg on his knee while looking at his phone and lightly chuckled. “Whatcha’ smiling about?” You peaked over his shoulder and saw him on twitter. “N-nothing” Luke laid his phone down quickly. “Oh c’mon, you can tell me! must have been funny” you sat down next to him in Calum’s recent spot. “I’ll let you read it” Luke brought his phone back up and passed it to you. 

On the screen you saw a fan tweet towards Luke saying somewhere along the lines of a daddy kink. You blushed and handed him his phone back. “very steamy, Lucas” You giggled and began to cross your legs over and over trying to create friction. “If you wanted me between your thighs then you could have just asked, hun” Luke muttered while still scrolling on his phone. Almost instantly Luke replied “I’m sorry, that was dumb I shouldn’t have said tha-” you pressed a finger to his mouth and a second later replaced it with your lips. “Wait-mmm-wait” Luke mumbled against your lips. “Calum..he will be back soon” Luke wept while playing with your spaghetti strap. “We can make this quick and he doesn’t have to know” You pleaded shoving his leg from the other and straddling him. “Such a bad girl” Luke groped your boobs in a sexy aggressive way. “Only for you, daddy” Luke whimpered when you called him daddy. 

You took off your shirt and Luke drooled over your perfect perky breasts. “Baby girl, let me see more’ Luke began to take off your shorts only to see you were wearing no underwear, due to things that happen with Calum earlier that day. Calum. You remembered Calum and instantly felt guilty but then Luke stripped off his shirt and you lost sight of your morals. “Mmm..pants, daddy, please” You tugged on his waistband. Luke laid you on the couch and stood up to remove his tight black skinny jeans. “Gotta make this fast, baby girl” Luke picked you up and laid you onto his thighs. You spread some of his pre-cum all over his dick before you slowly picked yourself up and lowered yourself onto him. Luke groaned and sucked on your breasts and groped your ass cheeks. “mmm fuck, daddy, I want more” You moaned into his neck and moved to his lips. Before you had the chance to speed up your pace Luke quickly took you off and laid you on the couch. “Baby girl, daddy can’t fuck your tight pussy without a condom” He groaned while rubbing your clit. “We have no time to grab one of Calum’s” You breathed out. Luke just picked himself up and put his pants back on. “Well, daddy will just have to fuck you another time, darling” Luke said and helped you back into your clothes just in time for Calum to arrive back home.

“Back babe!” Calum shouted walking back in with beer and kissed you on the cheek. Tossing Luke a beer he played the game once again and was back at it with Luke. You walked to your bedroom and just laid in bed feeling like you wanted more of Luke but also that you betrayed the man you loved. 


SORRY! im such a terrible person i didn’t know the ending was gonna be like that! should I do a part 2 or no?! PLEASE SEND IN REQUESTS and let me know if you liked this. Im so glad im getting back into writing and can’t wait to share more with you guys. THANKS FOR READING! FEEDBACK?! REQUEST!? PART 2?!  

first fight

a/n: basically it’s your first fight with Luke since you’ve been dating.. (p.s. request are open so send them in!) 

Originally posted by reppingirwin


 You’ve been dating Luke for a year now and things with him were more than perfect. You two decided to get a small apartment together a few months ago but you two haven’t really lived together much due to touring but he has been home now for two weeks and you both we’re really laid back people so everything has been going smoothly. There has been a some bickering here and there but it’d be over small things like which cereal should you get next and why Luke would always leave the whole bathroom floor wet after a shower. 

Up until a few days ago when the tension in the apartment exploded and shit hit the fan. It all started one morning when Luke woke up late for an important meeting with his bandmates. 

“fuck, i’m gonna be so fucking late, i’m gonna be fucking late. fuck meeee!” 

 You giggled at him running around with just a towel around his waist in frustration trying to find some clothes to throw on together. You laid in bed scrolling through your phone when you saw Luke throwing clothes all around the room. 

“Luke wtf, you’re making a mess, what exactly are you looking for?” 

 “it’s not like the apartment’s clean anyway.. boxers y/n, i’m looking for clean boxers but it seems as if you haven’t done any laundry either? do you even do anything all day y/n?” 

what the hell was Luke’s problem, he has never spoken to you like that ever and it really has caught you by surprise and he seemed to have noticed. 

“what? can you at least help me look for some or something instead of just sitting there?” 

“fuck you Luke! It’s not my fucking fault you’re late, I’m not your mom to be waking you up or doing your laundry for you all the time!” with that you got up and left and slammed the door to let Luke know you were upset. 

You weren’t someone who’d easily get angry or upset but this really got to you because you were really trying to be a good girlfriend to Luke and he didn’t acknowledge it. You went into the laundry room and pulled out some boxers from the dryer and went back to your room to see Luke fixing his hair, you threw his boxers at him and left before he could say anything. 

You went into the kitchen to make Luke a quick breakfast before he left, even though you were still upset you couldn’t let him leave with an empty stomach. You made him some toast and coffee and set it on the counter so he’d take it on his way out. 

You were having a cup of coffee when he came into the kitchen and grabbed his breakfast, he came behind you to give you a hug but you pulled away and leaned on the counter sipping on your coffee. He furrowed his eyebrows as if he didn’t know why you were upset, and then leaned in to give you a kiss but you turned which ended in him kissing your cheek. He let out a deep sigh and left to meet the guys. You never let him leave with a kiss and an “i love you” but he needed to understand that he hurt your feelings. 

You finished your coffee and decided to clean the apartment top to bottom and do all the laundry and chores before Luke came back so he’d see that you actually do something while he’s away. A few hours later you had the house spotless, and laundry and dinner done. With an hour to spare you hopped in the bath and put on a sports bra and some booty shorts, just to tease Luke. You put on some Netflix and laid on the couch and waited for Luke to come home. 

You were dosing off when you heard Luke shut the front door slowly, you didn’t turn around and pretended to be too into the show to notice him come in. 

“hey babe, are you still upset with me?” he mumbled lowly 

“i’ll take the silence as a yes.” “here, i brought you some flowers and some ice cream..” you turned around to see him half smiling holding a bouquet of sunflowers in one hand and a bucket of rocky road in the other, he always knew they were your favorite. 

“i’ll go get your dinner ready” you say passing him as you go to the kitchen with him immediately following after you. He sets the flowers and ice cream on the table and leans on the counter watching you heat up the pasta you’d made for dinner. 

“im sorry for being a dick y/n, please don’t ignore me, i hate when you do that..” he says as he gets closer to you laying his hand on the small of your back. 

“i cleaned the house and did all your laundry so you won’t think i lay around the house all day Luke.” 

“stop y/n, i didn’t mean that, i was just angry because i was running late” 

“so you take it out on me? that’s very reasonable” you say setting the plates on the table and taking a seat in front of Luke. 

“i’m a dumbass y/n i know, sorry you have to put up with me but i love you so much for that, you’re amazing and i appreciate everything you do for me, i really don’t want you to be mad at me baby.” 

you look up from your plate to see his sad big blue eyes. you knew he didn’t mean to make you upset, he wasn’t an angry person so you couldn’t be mad at him for having one bad morning. 

“it’s fine Luke, i understand you just had a bad morning, but you have to watch who you take it out on cause you can hurt their feelings, and i love you too baby.” 

as you finished dinner, you took your ice cream to your bedroom to watch some netflix in bed. Luke followed and you two shared the ice cream. A few minutes into the show Luke started getting touchy and started rubbing your stomach while inching closer to you. he began kissing you up your arm and you booped his nose with the spoon to get him to stop. 

“hey, not so fast bub, you’re not getting any playtime tonight, i’m still a little upset so don’t get yourself too excited” you smirked as he let out a loud groan. You kissed his forehead and went back to enjoying the ice cream.